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Re: Poems of the Fallen
'course it doesn't get things sidetracked, Sami. If anything, it gets more eyes on it and means yet more folks may join in.  I'm very happy to hear you love it, too! Sadly, I'm no composer, musician or singer.  If any are around, though: Feel free to use my poems here as text, as long as you credit me for it somewhere. As to more poetry, though for once not of people fallen but of a live saved: Spirits guide me As snow kept falling from the skies And water covered by thick ice The spirits did send me a dream So vivid I woke with a scream The spirits warned of coming death: My blood on the ground--running red if I stayed well past snow and ice For death would with coming spring rise I left as spring melted the ice as snow stopped falling from grey skies; 'fore life made green and young the lands left I with my axe in my hand I followed the river to the south Until I reached its widening mouth Where seagulls did in distance sound Where sea replaced the frozen ground As rain replaced the falling snow The fear in my heart did but grow Was I yet far enough from home Were these lands safe for me to roam? So I went from shore to sea Upon a raft I built from trees The seagulls squawked and screeched loud As I rowed then yet further south As summer then came upon me Of fear was my heart finally free And as the air around me felt warm I looked for new lands I could farm But no longer could I row south The spirits' warning clear and loud As further south I was not meant to go, instead I westwards went In sweltering heat I fell asleep Above the waves so very deep A dream the spirits did me give Of islands where I'd happily live I rowed and rowed then to the west Found but small islands I could rest on for a day and roast my catch but nothing that my dreams did match Eventually I found a shore That was a sight for my eyes sore A huge island in ocean wide A green jewel in the sunlight For the spirits had guided me Across frozen lands and wavy sea For the spirits had told me to flee From danger into safety. The spirits warned me. I listened/I obeyed/I was rewarded. May the spirits guide me forevermore. October 23, 2017, 12:01:25 AM |
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Re: What's Going On In Your Unreal World?
Unusual Njerpezit encounter... saw one on the zoom-map and went after him. In the middle of a spruce forest. He was an easy kill, with no missile weapon. As I was looting the body, another Njerpezit suddently attacked me, charging out from the spruces only about 6 meters away! Luckily he was not an expert fighter and I vanquished him, taking only one wound. Not the typical encounter in Driik territory. October 24, 2017, 02:32:40 AM |
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Re: Short Questions/Quick Answers
I've seen a description for it somewhere (the wiki?). If I remember correctly, it's used to recall hunting dogs from out of shouting distance. At least one of my characters had one, but I've never used it.
October 24, 2017, 10:51:07 AM |
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Re: How do you get grain seeds when you have no grain to start with?
Actually the grain that you can grind into flour *is* the seeds. I'm not sure if it's always been this way... I found the wikis and old forums kind of confusing on this matter. But yes, you just plant from your bag of grains. Same goes for peas.
October 26, 2017, 03:39:59 AM |
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Re: Mik
Two days later, his freshly roasted food is gone. Mik needs to go out hunting, but doesn't want to go without the protection of his best piece of armor. He has waited long enough for his elbow to heal, so he undertakes the task of repairing the cuirass. Using his best-quality cords, and the salvaged lamellar plates, he fixes it to the best of his ability. It turns out looking very nice! 
October 27, 2017, 08:05:25 PM |
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Re: Orja Reemailainen
Part 3: Early Winter Raids... I'm almost recovered from my latest wounds while writing this in late Center month. Snows are piled around my cabin and I can hear my animals crying out in the cold. The immensity of my task has settled firmly on me and my revenge on the Njerpezti is now daunting. I've now killed the filthy invaders in five villages. My pattern is the same. I layer on all the armor I can and still move, sneak near their village around midnight, run into one of their cabins, and then hold them off one or two at a time until the Njerpezti are crawling over their own dead to get to me. I know they will hit me, I can't help that despite my skill and best efforts, but my layers of armor and clothes have so far kept me from dying. Once I have killed everyone in a village, I bind my wounds and sort through all their goods and materials. I even have started carrying extra rope to leash their animals. I keep all their weapons, food, clothing, furs, tools, and anything of use or value. I load it all onto my animals, and any animals I have taken in the raid, and carry back to my fortified settlement along the southern coast. I also render their worn and rough clothing into bandages and cords for my own use. So far, I have taken years worth of vegetables (>1000 turnips, >160 lb beans, >30 lb peas), seeds (>400 lb hemp, >50 lb turnip), and grains (>450 lb rye, >390 lb barley), sheep, cows, and a bull. I have piles of weapons, tools, and armor. But I have so many more villages to wipe from the map...  ... and one of these raids almost ended me. As I was scouting a village, a Njerpez warrior chased me into an adjacent spruce mire. I killed him and the rest of the village swarmed me. I fought a retreat with the pack of rabid villagers into a thicket with only 2 entrances.  My panic subsided until the 2 Njerpezti I was fighting wounded my right hand and arm with several cuts and a puncture until I couldn't hold a shield or two-handed weapon. I was reduced to fighting left-handed with my handaxe as my wounds, encumbrance, and fatigue made it almost impossible for me to continue fighting.  I finally hacked the unconscious maiden's neck until she stopped breathing and tried to catch my breath for the next opponent. I waited until no one else came and then crept out through the trees. Apparently, the entire village had come into the spruce mire after me, leaving fires burning and doors open, but I was the only one to make it out. I stumbled into their abandoned village, tended my wounds, and went back to gather their clothes, armor, weapons, and tools. Over the next days, I recovered in their village and realized how close I had come to dying in my quest for vengeance. I even gathered their bodies into an abandoned cabin before I packed everything onto my animals and left that cursed place for good. I scouted the Njerpez lands and realize I have 27 more villages to cleanse. I don't know how I can make it though this trial. But at night, I still hear my dead mother's voice crying for vengeance. I'm now spend my time bundled up as the temperature plummets and the snows mount. I work until I drop from exhaustion to avoid sleeping. But all my wounds have healed, all my chores are done, and I am staring at the walls in loneliness. At the start of the snows, a band of traders came to my settlement and I traded for a beautifully crafted battleaxe. It was so pleasant to speak with another human, but they left without a goodbye the next morning. I dread to use that axe, but I have it packed and I am prepared. I leave in the morning. I might not return. If I don't and you find this record, please take my mother's bronze horse comb and cast it into the mire. I am leaving the comb in this cabin rather than carry it with me as I have until now. I hope she can find rest. October 27, 2017, 08:56:15 PM |
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Re: Poems of the Fallen
"It wasn't fair" There's sleeping Njerpez, it wasn't fair I'll cut his throat, life won't be spare I was slow, silent, it wasn't fair deep snow made sound, was not aware "Red shirt" jumped quick, it wasn't fair Wielding his weapon, shouted some swear My spear was wooden, it wasn't fair He had scimitar, I couldn't compare Surprise was gone, it wasn't fair He was a warrior, I wet underwear One slice through throat, it wasn't fair I feel so lucky, it was just nightmare October 29, 2017, 02:00:01 PM |
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Re: Bow accuracy
Quote the game takes place in the late iron age "considered by many to fall between around 1200 BC and 600 BC" Iron Age in Finland is roughly 500 BC - 1200 AD, and the game world draws its inspiration from latter Iron Age, around 1000 - 1200 AD. The thing is, while the most of Europe was living Middle Ages, culture in Finland wasn't dominated by Catholic Church. In Finland we had anything like Middle Age only after 1200 AD, when Viking kings had converted to Christianity and launched crusades into pagan Finland to spread the dominance of Catholic Church. Oh well. But I'd guess 1200 AD pagan hunter bows were about as skilfully crafted as 1200 AD English bows. What comes to the actual subject of this thread, one main factor which I don't see mentioned is if the target is moving or not. While you could hit an immobile target size of a playing card, it becomes consiredably harder to hit a target of same size if its moving at irregular speed. So if you want to hit birds at max range, try picking the stationary ones - but then, if they are standing on ground, they are so low that other factories (like the gravity pull) are more likely to make it so that your arrow hits the ground before reaching the target. October 29, 2017, 02:10:08 PM |
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Re: Poems of the Fallen
Lessons at the campfire Oh young hunter listen well to the tales I will here tell For you can't hunt if you don't know The behaviour your prey might show Big goshawk often flies up high She hunts through the vast blue sky Ringed seal splashes up the shore then dives below the waves once more Grey seal, well, it's hard to hunt her she too has a habit of diving under Badger may look slow but beware When fleeing he's as fast as any hare Big squirrel sitting in a tree Thinking 'ha ha you can't reach me' (Catch him with a well-aimed throw or shoot blunt arrows from a bow) Beaver is gone in a flash Diving under with a splash Put a turnip in a loop snare and some day you'll catch a hare Drop a turnip on a trap pit You might just find an elk in it Forest reindeer next to a tree There must be a few more I can't see Set up a light lever for a bird Wake up to hear one getting hurt One remaining feather doesn't match An eagle owl made off with the catch Oh young hunter listen well To the tales I did here tell Learn their habits, quirks and all And to your weapons they will fall October 30, 2017, 08:25:16 PM |
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Re: Poems of the Fallen
Then we're good.No opposition from me as long as you put a quick note along the lines of "Lyrics by Silenia at UnReal World forums" or "Adapted a poem by Silenia at UnReal World forums" somewhere. And aye, UrW is awesome and so's the community.As for knocking the thread off-track, hardly; it's pretty on-topic is it? Besides, it's easy enough for me to nudge the thread slightly back on track even if it were to get a bit off-track: just post a new poem. Speaking of: Lessons at the campfire II Oh young hunter listen well, to the tales I will here tell. All around us does food grow but do not eat what you don't know Pink-purple flowers, nary a leaf bring to dirty wounds relief Or in a pot of water heated For coughs or poison to be treated White or yellow flowers on water sit A big round green leaf with a slit Oh! Water lily nor river pig should you eat Or you'll have poisoning to treat Around freshwater shores grows common reed It will serve you well in times of need Harvest in summer, then in autumn pound to in winter bake bread if no food is around Growing on tree roots near the ground White as an egg; while young just as round Leave them be; don't eat it at all Sand mushroom poisoning is oft lethal Big broad leaves and long thin root Flowers stick to clothes and good Eat raw to remove poison through your sweat Add to wounds to guard against infection's threat Oh young hunter listen well; Of many plants I have yet to tell you but the night is growing late So for another day you'll have to wait (And if you can't wait that long, oh, please do not eat what you don't know) October 31, 2017, 08:35:10 PM |
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