You caught me on a vocab word. Doesn't happen often, well done!

Would John Muir fit on this shelf?

I'll put it on my wishlist.
It might spend a long time on the list, EUV has me fully in its grip.

Short for "On Second Reply".

Related to "TLDR" and "l'esprit de l'escalier", the initialism "OSR" precedes the wall of text style reply which often comes after deeper reflection and imagined debate.

I believe I have all of those, except a free week.

If anything, I'm currently running negative week.

9/ Conclusion cont.

We are bound, a life for a life.
The merchant to provide for the family.
The acrobat to fill the trapeze artist's role in performance.
The guilt-ridden to raise the child.

8/ Conclusion

The name of our story is "The fortuneteller's daughter".

The girl who was in love with the trapeze artist.
Whose love was murdered, whose child is fatherless.

We have been summoned here to her mother's court, to atone.

7/ The garden

At the edge of the swamp, a shabby yet foreboding hut on poles. A hag's overgrown and bitter garden.

This is where we find the author of our story, the wizened fortuneteller who lured us here.
Welcomed me as a child.
Cheated by the merchant.
Family betrayed by the guilty.

6/ Denizens

Grazing among the coffins, a herd of albino white corpse deer halt in unison, turning their blind faces in our direction.

For a moment, silence.

But they could smell our guilt. The herd charged, and their daggerlike incisors marked us all as we fled.

5/ Terrain

Pushing between moss-hung trees, we hardly noticed as our footing changed from tangled roots to sucking silt marsh.

Rounded and worn, white soapstone headstones emerged from the swampy earth. Rotten coffins, evidence of an ancient cemetery, seemed to be rejected by the fetid earth.

4/ Entrance

A grand old oak standing alone at the center of a glade in the heart of the forest, its legs splayed and core hollowed by ancient scars. We passed between.

Over our shoulders, we notice the bodies hanging from its twisted branches.

3/ Relationships cont.

His love strangled by guilt, the relationship did not blossom. The girl had conceived a child before the accident. He cannot look upon the babe without thinking of the father.

The fortune teller's tale of a wish granted those who brave the forest drew we desperate three.

2/ Relationships

He needed to remove an obstacle, a rival in matters of the heart; a dashing trapeze artist. I was enlisted to help facilitate an accident.
The fall should only have bruised him, caused him to lose face.
But he landed badly. In the end, the blade was a mercy.
Our guilt haunts us.

1/ Backgrounds Three players.

She fought off the highwaymen and saved a child, but lost an eye.
I was welcomed as a child into the family of a vagabond carnival.
After his parents' death to plague, he was raised by a grandmother who told many tales of faeries.

I played Hinterlight with you Saturday afternoon. Told a story about "Fool Worm", an affliction that causes the victim to believe they are well and whole, while in reality they are being slowly consumed.

My carpool played Hinterlight on the 8-hour drive home.
Will definitely Kickstart.

Truth!

I was a spotlight operator on the main stage at Ozzfest in 1998, and I remember Ozzy shambling around backstage in shabby sweatpants looking lost.

I suspect they rebalanced his meds sometime between '98 and '02 because he definitely rebounded.

They were losing at democracy.