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Re: Poems of the Fallen
"The Challenge" This story is long so please sit comfortable be kind, listen in silence, if you are able His name was Cosoban, Can I remember right? Sixteen years old, ready for the trial night! It was time when he's lost almost everything way back to village, friends, his family ring all clothing, all equipage and all conscious too In start of Winter, badly hurt and that is true! He woke up after long dream, cold and afraid (Part of my rules when I've had him played) But there was one thing he has not lost his strong will for surviving at all cost Fire was his friend but hunger, not really he picked some berries and that wasn't silly but more important, blade made from stone easy be done if not pain in arm bone limping through forest and for water looking eating that berries, had nothing for cooking sleep, keep warm, walk more every morning I know, this part of story is greatly boring come back next week, I will tell you more if you don't like it, then please ignore. TBC October 06, 2017, 02:14:34 AM |
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Re: Poems of the Fallen
Pardon the anachronistic Shakespearian format, and not exactly fallen, but unfortunate. The Lay of the Sexy Fisherman He came to the town With perches to sell (A big cod as well) And threw his catch down. The men-folk all stared And women they squealed At muscles revealed And all the flesh bared. As naked as born His arse in the draft His clothes had he torn For making a raft. October 12, 2017, 01:38:33 PM |
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Re: Mik
Mik renews his aquaintances in Antti's village, gives him the message, and shows the children the Njerpezit head he carries. He stays the night in one of their kotas, trading stories with the adventurers. He wakes well before dawn and makes cords & repairs his belt & arm guards with material from the Njerpezit's clothing while waiting for the others to wake. Returning back towards Rautia's village with a message from Antti, Mik avoids a bear seen about 400 paces away. A sudden encounter with traders yields 14 fine arrows for fox & arctic fox furs. The message is delivered to Rautia and Mik heads back home with enough food to last a week. Interesting how a short trip to a nearby village turns into quite an adventure. In the distance he sees the lake at Pain Summit... Arriving home, he is greeted by a hare in a snare and his shoe is it's last scare. It's late afternoon, the Njerpezit head is placed as a warning, the tanning is started, the meat hung to dry, and it's time for sleep. Next day is spent in weapons practice, finishing tanning the fine hare fur, and repairing his leather clothing in preparation for tomorrow's trip south. November 10, 2017, 01:24:52 PM |
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Re: Mik
With no further sign of the lynx, early morning sees Mik heading west with 15 pounds of dried reindeer, exploring until night falls. Nothing of note is seen and he spends the snowy night on a lonely hilltop next to a solitary birch.
November 14, 2017, 04:45:20 AM |
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Re: Mik
During the journey, Mik spies a glutton off in the distance in a frozen mire so he drops his gear and sneaks forward with only bow, arrows, and knife. His arrow misses and the beast runs much faster than Mik, out across partially frozen swampland. He dare not follow and break through the ice. Arriving at the adventurer's shelter by midday, he finds the bear meat is not finished drying. While deciding what to do, a squirrel comes near... and becomes dinner. Mik waits for the drying meat to be ready and passes the time making some wooden bowls. Visiting the nearby Owl village he trades 5 bowls for 1 arrow and some roasted meat. The trip back home is uneventful and there is a black grouse trapped. 
November 26, 2017, 11:01:36 PM |
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Re: Mik
Mik spends the next 2 days cutting and splitting firewood, making a water skin out of bird leather, making cords from a ratty old overcoat, practicing with mace & sword, eating roasted elk, and keeping warm. The badger is seen out on the ice again. Making arrow shafts in the evening, the badger comes sneaking around, but a hasty grab & throw of a spear misses. Morning dawns cold & cloudy, and the roasted meat is gone so Mik goes hunting and soon spots an elk. He moves closer and loses sight, but drops his mace, shield, and water skin near the lakeshore and readies his bow & broadhead arrow. Fresh tracks are found, but they are too confusing so Mik waits on high-ground for another sighting. After some hours with no sign of the elk, snow is falling and Mik is cold. He heads back home emptyhanded. 
December 19, 2017, 02:11:59 AM |
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Re: Mik
The badger is too wary for Mik to sneak very close, so next day he tries hiding in the kota while looking out the doorway. He has two chances and misses both times.
December 31, 2017, 04:31:53 PM |
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Re: Mik
Remembering that the bear skull he was carrying when he was robbed makes the decision for Mik. The spirit of that bear may not find rest, but he hopes to appease the spirits with another bear's skull. It turned out to be his last bad decision. The spirits did not favor him. He failed every spear attempt.  Mik was one of my favorites. 
February 20, 2018, 06:09:42 AM |
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Cathlyn, Leader Of The Kaumo Uprising -transfered
transfered from old forum  Shortstory of my -then- recent character. Wanted to play one that gets mad over time. Her name was Cathlyn of the Kaumo people. She was only 16, when her father died. It was a beautiful summer day, when she found him, killed by a bear. They were out hunting, trying to gather some furs- the foreign traders only accepted the most valuable ones for their rare iron items, and winter is cold.. without fur, you are done for. Her fathers torn carcass was still loosing blood, when she, with tears in her eyes. grabbed that little gear he carried. She saw the tracks of the beast, but without proper weapons, it would have been suicide to follow it. So she left... Twenty kilometers away, there was a village, and she entered, hoping to find help. But there was no sign of life, only 7 dead villagers, obviously they were fighting to protect the children.. which bodies also were here. And then, while she was still wondering.. Has the bear been here? Has the beast slaughtered this village too, just like her father? She heard a sound..behind her.. Swirling around, a lynx was in front of her, and all she had as defense was a handaxe. The lynx attacked, and Cathlyn desperatly tried to kill the maneater. Just when the lynx pushed her to the ground, and tore open her arm, she risked everything, and tried to hit its head. And she hit. The lynx immediatly went to the ground, unconcious. Nearly mad because of the pain in her arm, she hacked, and hacked on the animals skull, and finally it died. She was out of breath, hungry, and out of options, so she cut it up, and made a fire in the village's former sauna. The smell of the roasting lynx was demonic... For three days, she stayed first, burning the houses with theyr owners, in order to give them a fire burial- for some reason, she didnt dare to move the bodies... After that, she looked around the village..and realised it was surrounded by fields- all where sown! If she would survive till harvest time, she would be out of problems for winter! The only problem was having food NOW. The roasted lynx pieces wouldnt last forever. So she started cutting her clothes into pieces, smiling when she thought how she would look like afterwards- half naked, and full of blood.. like a mad amazon. She made some loop snares out of her clothes, and set up some small traps- as the village area was open, it would be very likely that animals would cross. She rebuild the village sauna, the only building she didnt burn to the ground- as it had saved her life, probably. And called it her temporary "home". On the 8th day, she encountered a Njerpez. Quite surprisingly. She just had made a grainflail,to ensure herself that she would survive till harvest time..a symbol of hope, a crude one. The Njerpez shouted at her, and drew a sword, grinning, telling her that he would eat her heart. Little Cathlyn shivered in fear, and tried to run; but the Njerpez followed her.. and when she reached the point where running would not help her anymore, she decided to stand against this threat too. And she wondered... WHY did the Njerpez always have the best foreign equipment? IRON, everywhere, but for the tribes.. Little Cathlyn was lucky, one of her hits broke the Njerpez arm, and the raider turned and ran.. She followed him..maybe he had some hidden staff somewhere.. or why would the warrior be alone in the woods? Some berry bushes entered her view..and she realised she had lost the Njerpez tracks because of them. She sighed..well, at least she was still alive. Again. So she turned around, in order to get back to "home", when the Njerpez entered her view. He had a knive, and he was VERY upset. "You pay. You die. I will do bad things to you corpse. And then i will search family, and kill too." And that was the point where something broke in Cathlyn, for the second time. 5 minutes later, the Njerpez was crawling away from her. With her grainflail, she had broken both his arms and legs. He was in great pain, but Cathlyn waited, she just followed him for a while, taking her time, watching him..and when she had enough, she smashed his skull. The Njerpez carried some food, and a mug, which would allow her to carry water around. She spit on the corpse, and went home. The next two weeks she was busy, making traps out of the njerpez clothes, collecting stones for a cellar, maybe she would catch something bigger than a black grouse, and the meat would otherwise spoil! On the day following the finished cellar, she climbed a nearby mountain, and there they were. Foreigners, carrying theyr distinct blue clothes. She hurried down into the former village, gathering the 4 furs and the fine snake leather she had.. if she was lucky, they would have a bow! The 3 traders were roaming around nearby, chattering, laughing, and.. felling trees.. in order to stay fit, they told her, grinning. One of the traders asked her about the sword she was carrying: "Hey young girl.. thats a fine blade you have. I sold that just recently; stole it?" She realised..the foreign traders werent good angels that brought the great iron tools.. they just traded with everyone. And that included the menace of the Njerpez. Also... the furs she had werent good enough for them.. "We want good furs! Got them? No? Then get lost!" And she left.. for home. On the way, a plan rose in her head. Those traders were going to pay. The only trap she hadnt done till now was her fathers speciality. A pit..with deadly spikes on the bottom. So she carved a shovel. It was ugly, but with sweat, she made 3 pits, just on the crossing of her small fence and her house. Then, she grabbed her 2 knives, and left everything at home that wasnt utterly necessary. Including her clothes, that was everything except her knives. Silently, she approached the traders. One was asleep, and the other two didnt notice her. She weighed the blade in her hands..aimed..and threw it. And missed. Damn. The second blade, beeing her last hope, hit the sleeping trader, not doing any damage, but he jumped up, and saw her. "YOU DAMN BROAD! COME HERE MATES! THE GIRL WANTS TO DIE!". She ran, arrows hitting trees on her side..but she made it to the fence..and jumped into the house, closing the door, and quickly grabbed the sword- altough she had barely an idea how to use it. Would they be so stupid? They were. Three sounds of crashing pits came to her ears, and she opened the door, sneaking outside. All three were in the traps! Two were unconcious, but the third had a pierced leg, and tried to talk to her: "Listen! Help me, please! I will not kill you!". "Recognize that sword?", she asked, "just little time ago, someone tried to kill me with it. A Njerpez. You sold it to him, didnt you?". "THATS CALLED BUSINESS, YOU WHORE!", the trader yelled. "Yeah..i understand. And.. as it is your property..i will give it back to you", Cathlyn answered. The day after, Cathlyn woke up happily, feeling as one with the world. Equipped with several iron items, including a pretty neat hunting bow, and armor pieces, she aimed for the neighbouring cities of the driik. The trading tribe.. the tribe that owned more than three quarters of all iron of the inhemo. She wanted to trade food, and get questions answered: Why didnt the driik help the other tribes against the Njerpez? Why didnt the driik throw the traders out? And..did they also trade with the Njerpez? For a whole week, she traveled in the driik territory. And as she saw all the riches, and asked questions, she realised that the driik were as bad as the Njerpez, and as bad as the foreigners. Opportunists... Two cities even had walls; a fortified outpost- and the capital.. thirty people lived here, they had pigs, cows, and every piece of iron you could imagine. And prices..were HIGH. Cathlyn was hungry. So she stole from a field, and ate the hemp leaves raw. The next day, no driik village would let her in- someone must have seen her stealing. She tried to explain that it had been just some leaves out of hunger, but the driik guards just raised theyr bows, and told the "Barbarian scumgirl" to leave immediatly. And so, Cathlyn went back- to her people, to the kaumo. Half a year passed, and Cathlyn lived, and one day, she also was able to get revenge for her father- when she was with some partners out hunting, and met a bear; maybe not the one that had killed her father, but a big one at least. She had made a plan, and when she had assembled a group of ten people, she led an attack on a nearby njerpez village. Loosing only one partner, they gathered a lot of weapons, and food, and armor. As she was the hunting party leader, it was up to her to decide what to do with that... Cathlyn assembled an army. Cathlyn equipped an army. Cathlyn fed an army. An army, that grew every day (sidenote. regular crashes, the first ones i ever experienced due to having 30+ party members..) and that was clothed in IRON. Every foreign trader they met, and every Njerpez, would not survive to warn others. Cathlyn grew a habit, just like the Njerpez had threatened her to do, she ate one piece of every dead enemy.. to gain his strength.. They still lived in the former village, which was by now a fenced and heavily trapped area. And on the first day of the second year, when Cathlyn had assembled enough soldiers, and everyone had at least a sword, they went west. (It was a HELL of work to organize that. Asking for names/telling to stay did help, altough^^) One driik village after another fell, and they set up camp in the walled outpost. The fires of the burning villages rose high in the sky, and Cathlyn knew that now, only one big target was left- the smaller villages would fall sooner or later; the land hadnt seen an army for decades. And as they let no one escape, no one knew her army even existed. The capitol. They went in, hidden by the night. Cathlyn set up a fire in the towns entrance, blocking the way out.. and of course, a townsmen approached: "Hey! You are not allowed to make a fire on our property!". "I know.", Cathlyn answered, and shot her arrow in the man's head. Her army, afraid as always when she went..strange..refused to have anything to do with her actions.. but when the towns soldiers came, and tried to attack her, her army charged. The battle took an hour; Cathlyn herself killed a men, 2 children, and theyr mothers. (48 corpses...combat logs of 6 to 15 pages each turn...lag from hell...) And when every one was dead, and Cathlyn sat on the ground, not able to stand due to her injuries..she said.. "One final day, i hope they kill me. So i might find peace." And roasted her first human cut of this town. April 10, 2018, 08:48:36 AM |
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The War on Wolves
So I started this story on steam, but figured this is a more appropriate place to continue. The story begins with a wolf attacking my reindeer on a mountain top while I was sleeping. I never really cared for that reindeer. I mean I only got it to carry my stuff. I had named it Last Resort, you know, just in case the meat it carried became more valuable than having a beast of burden. That night, when I woke to Last Resort being savaged, I was mostly just pissed that the "big wolf" had the balls to try this. After missing an easy javelin throw, I chased it off and returned even more angry, cursing the damned wolf and my own javelin throwing ineptitude. To my surprise, the reindeer wasn't dead. I thought, "Ok, great, at least I still have the deer, I'll just let him heal up." When I decided to return home, I realized that Last Resort was crippled and couldn't walk. I'd move a few tiles and he just stayed in place, even though he was on a leash. I started waiting, hoping he'd regain some strength and get the heck up, but no luck. I kept seeing this brazen wolf appear at the edge of the screen, and would chase him off, throwing javelins ineffectively. I just couldn't get close enough. I stayed by the deer for about a day and a half, chasing off the wolf, and was starting to come dangerously close to dying from dehydration. There was no water close by and I couldn't wander away. So, Last Resort, the poor savaged reindeer lived up to his name. No point in leaving him for the wolf, I told him I was sorry before bashing his skull until unconscious, then driving the point of my spear into his neck. Blood gushed. A few minutes later all that remained were bones on the ground and meat in my pack. I swore revenge as I trudged home. I got my two dogs and headed back the next day. I used some of the meat to set some deadfall traps, even though my trapping skill was horrible. But in my experience just getting the animal's attention is the important part, even if it turns it's nose up at the trap, my dogs and I can do the rest. That night, sure enough, the apparent lone wolf showed up. As I expected, it wasn't dumb enough to climb in the trap for me. Oh well, I unleash the hounds and issue the attack command. When I finally caught up one of my dogs was on the wolf, the other no where in sight. My dog was hurt, bad, but still fighting. I rushed to get in javelin range but before I could my dog was down, its neck was torn and there was blood everywhere. I could feel the rage pumping in my ears. The wolf ran. Unfortunately for the wolf, it had to climb a cliff wall, which gave me time to get in range. The javelin struck home in the wolf's abdomen. It fell unconscious, and I finished it off with my spear as my other useless dog showed up in time to bark at it. Disgusted, I collected it's pelt but left the meat to rot. I burned my dogs body and left. Once home, I realized that killing the wolf wasn't enough. Rage still burned, and I decided I needed to kill the rest of them. Every.. Last.. One. Realizing that my skill with a spear alone wasn't enough to catch the slippery bastards, I began to train my trapping skill. I found some mild success, trapping a couple here and there, but it didn't quench my thirst for revenge. I began wandering around at night, looking for them. I knew it was a suicide mission but I didn't care. I knew I should get more dogs but decided they didn't deserve to die with me. I stopped leashing my remaining dog and giving him attack commands, giving him the option to flee but shame from the last encounter, I think, kept him close. Or maybe it was just the food. One night I found what I was looking for. A pack of them scouring the pine mire near my home, probably checking to see if I had any more reindeer to eat. I didn't. I chased after them, and they ran at first. Right up until I wounded one of them with a long, lucky javelin throw. It turned to attack. My next throw missed, and I heard my dog yelping somewhere behind me. I got out my spear, ready for a fight to the death. I dodged it's attack, and struck. The wolf went down, but so did I. At least one of them must've gotten in behind me, probably after killing the dog. The last thing I felt as the world faded to blackness were my bones crunching and my stomach being ripped open as the wolves gathered around what would soon be my corpse... April 10, 2018, 06:36:39 PM |
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