Travel is a common feature in many stories, none the least Ironsworn. Unless trouble comes to the Hero, a Hero needs to track it down, wrestle it to the ground and declare it trouble no more! Or something like that... With the sun ever so slowly rising behind them, the longboat powered out of Bildsfell, throwing freezing spray up from its bow as the oarsmen dug deep and true with their every stroke. "Keep that pace up lads," shouted Captain Malik, "and we may end up ramming into Stienbitr's rear." "That's one rear that I will gladly row for!" replied Sigrid Kollsveindottir to the raucous cheers of the crew. "They're good men and women Gauk, you won't fail on their account," reassured Malik , "provided the weather holds". "Enough of such talk," responded Gauk, spitting into the freezing sea. "You know better than to tempt our fates at a time like this". Gauk slapped [Captain's] back in a goo...
An experiment in Solo RPG'ing