"Would you like to touch it?"
‘No.’, they blurt out in unison.
"Well, thank you anyway. I have many explorings to do!"
That castle seems interesting. Let's go have a look-see!
“
Well, thank you anyway. I have many explorings to do!"
They wave good-bye, before immediately deacending into a flurry of hushed whispers, occasionally glancing in your direction as you stroll away towards the Castle.
Our name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau. Our friends call us Bob!
...
...or they would, if we had friends.
+1, let’s call ourselves R R SAC for short
Your gut feeling says that this is a good name. If nothing else, it’ll certainly turn a few heads, or turn them away. Either or.
The Castle is accessed by a small dirt path that winds its way up along the rocky hillside. It’s just as big up here, too. Thick stone walls connected to one another by square towers surround a massive courtyard, every block weathered, crumbling, and coated in moss. At its centre is a collection of keeps and towers comprising the inner section. Huge sections of wall have simply fallen away, and one particularly large Keep is missing half its mass, and looks like a stiff breeze could show uo and knock it over. Off to one side, overlooking the Village, one Tower has a roof, and a chimney. Aa you look at it, a Man walks out, takes one look at you, and starts to yell in your direction.
‘Why th’ fuck are you back here, eh?’
He begins to march sternly in your direction.
Cloth bag
Metal knife
Kight metal pot
Metal lantern
Firelighter
Fistful of root vegetables: (x2)
Waterskin: Mouthful of water (x10)
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)
Black sphere
Bedroll
Plate