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Re: The War on Wolves
An Owl Tribe boy is born. Born with a natural hatred of wolves and a recurring nightmare of being eaten alive by them. Determined to never let that happen, he trains obsessively with bow, arrow and knife. By the time of his 16th birthday he's a prodigious hunter, and a man. Determined to prove his skills, he sets off on a solo hunt that should make him a legend among the Owl Tribe villages. I catch up with the large bear in the middle of a pine mire. The bear had been running, being only interested in easy prey or scavenging another's kill, but that changed as soon as he was shot in the arse with my first arrow. He turns and charges. I knock my second arrow, fire, and miss with my juniper bow. Probably shouldn't have aimed for the head. With no time for another shot, I pull out the hunting knife, my bow useless in my other hand and prepare to pay for my mistake. The bear attacks and I dodge. I strike with my knife but score only a glancing blow to it's arm. The fighting goes on for some time, with me dodging the bear with every attack, and my attacks being almost as ineffective, only scoring a couple minor wounds which the bear ignores. As panic starts to creep in the back of my mind, I become desperate and lash out at the bear's head with my knife. The point of the blade connects solidly with it's skull. The bear loses the will to fight and starts running again. With no time to be relieved, I lose 3 more arrows as it retreats. All 3 connect, and one of them buries itself deep in the bear's abdomen and it falls unconscious. I rush to close the distance and shoot it once more in the skull with the aim to keep it pacified. I stab it once in the neck and wait for it to die as it gushes blood. Victorious and without taking a single wound, I return to my camp close to my home village. I take care of the pelt, and begin drying most of the meat. I'll need everything I can get for what comes next, but I still roast some of the meat and return to my village to boast, share and hang the skull of the bear in the pine mire outside the village, on the largest pine tree I can find. Feeling invincible, I spend the next couple weeks collecting pelts and drying the meat of elk and reindeer. I traded for a northern and broad knife from people I met, as well as a longbow and some superior broadhead arrows from a foreign trader. I took the time to craft some of my own fine arrows for good measure, using the regular ones for target practice until they broke. I was ready. I traded for a big reindeer stag, named him Wolf Bait, and went out hunting. It took a while but eventually, after exploring most of the Owl Tribe territory, I saw a wolf and a herd of reindeer in the distance from a mountain. By the time I got into that corner of the pine mire, all I saw were reindeer, no wolves. At least I know they're around I thought. I began to set up camp. I finished my shelter and got the tanning station ready. I slept during the day and worked at night, knowing I needed to stay alert while wolves hunted at night. The second night there my preparation was done, and as if on cue I heard wolves howling in the distance. I tied my reindeer, aptly named "Wolf Bait" to a tree, and hid behind another close by. Soon I saw the first wolf. As it approached the reindeer I shot. It went down and got back up, but it was bleeding. The next arrow hit, and it went to sleep. Two more wolves came out. I shot at one but missed. It charged while the other fled, and my next arrow struck home in it's skull. The fleeing wolf hesitated long enough for me to get a clear shot, and I didn't miss. I spent the rest of the night waiting near Wolf Bait while wolves came out of the woods to attack. It's all a blur now, but the entire night was spent shooting at wolves, and sometimes fighting them directly in melee with my northern knife until they fled, at which point I'd instantly knock another arrow for shooting. Whenever I got the chance, I'd finish off any of the wounded, unconscious wolves and collect my arrows from them. A few times I returned from chasing down and finishing a half dead wolf and thought Wolf Bait was dead, but he was just sleeping. By the time the sun rose, to my surprise, I had collected 4 decent pelts, and only 2 harsh pelts. Six pelts in all, and I know at least two more were severely wounded. While cleaning the pelts, one of the wounded ones came back, but quickly retreated. I was exhausted, close to dropping, so I didn't bother chasing. A couple minutes later a reindeer herd walked right by me ignoring both me and the corpses littering the area, and I'd like to think they were thankful. That night the forest was frightening and I'm pretty sure the spirits were unhappy with me, but I'll make some sacrifices and they'll get over it eventually. Or they won't and I'll just keep killing more wolves, at least until the nightmares go away.. April 10, 2018, 07:31:37 PM |
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He was in my cabin!
The following is a story of Ossi. It was my first winter alone since I escaped from my Njerpez captors. You see, I had cleared their camp earlier in the spring and used it as my homestead, remaking two of their buildings into my own cabin. My homestead was then a central camp with my cabin and sauna with a pine mire to the north and east, all surrounded by spruce mire. I had ringed my homestead and border of the spruce mire with a contiguous trap fence and staked trap pits. In the months between then and mid-winter, I had explored and become friendly with local villagers: trading for many goods I needed, helping them with chores, traveling between regions, and even finding a bird thief. In those travels, I had encountered numerous Njerpez warriors wandering the forests, especially near my homestead. More so even than I had ever heard of. I had had numerous encounters, and almost perished a few times. Because of this, I often wore my best armor and was armed as I traveled around the forests near my homestead. One morning near mid-winter, I checked my trap fence and found a lone small wolf caught in a pit. I killed, skinned, and butchered the animal, offering up a gift to the spirits for this bounty. I set the meat to dry and tanned the fur. I came back and picked up the rinsed winter wolf fur and took it into my cabin to finish at my table. I had a decent fur at the end, was weary and moderately fatigued, and it was evening. So I decided to add the fur to my sleeping pallet and rest. I decided not to re-kindle the fire that night and was about to lay down on my furs against a cold winter night ...when I heard my door open. Confused, I was about to look to my door when I was hit from behind and felt something break in my thorax. I turned and I was being attacked by a Njerpez Warrior holding a mace! He was in my cabin! He had apparently scaled my fence, snuck across my homestead, rushed into my cabin, and attacked me, all in the darkness of the night as I was finishing a fur. I wasn't wearing armor and had no weapons, so I grabbed a handaxe nearby and fought the intruder. I had little hope of succeeding against this enemy with my fatigue and wound, but I struck back against his blow to my shoulder and luckily hit him in the abdomen, which wound began to bleed. I think he was shocked that his first strike didn't knock me unconscious and I was fighting back. After that, I chopped my axe against his skull and he dropped dead. I was stunned at my survival! I gathered my weapons quickly, searched my homestead in the darkness, and found this intruder was alone. I was left with a major fracture in my thorax, a dead Njerpez next to my sleeping pallet, and bloody gore marring my peaceful cabin. I felt as if my home was violated. If there was only some way to secure my cabin or bar the door. I don't feel as safe as I did before this invasion. It is a blessing I was awake. One more moment, and I would have lied down and the Njerpez warrior would have found me asleep. I am truly lucky. Note: In all my years of playing URW, I've never encountered so many solo Njerpez warriors in such a small geographical region. They've given me a fairly steady stream of goods for trade. But I've also never had a Njerpez invade my cabin directly. I've found them in tiles adjacent to various characters' cabins, but this is the first time I've ever had this type of experience. It scared me to death. I was literally shaking by being surprised by a Njerpez in my own cabin. I was sure my time invested into this character was about to be flushed down the tube, but was genuinely happy to survive. I also wonder if it would be possible to bar a door in a building. This would require the invader to break down the door with an axe to get in, but would give some defense against home invaders. April 16, 2018, 10:45:35 AM |
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Re: Cath the lost
As she packs up the meat and skin and heads south along the shoreline, she spies a lynx out on the ice nearby. Perhaps it wounded the doe and scared her out onto the ice? She decides that the lynx deserves a cut of the meat as a reward for its help. She can afford to be generous. She drops a cut of reindeer meat and slowly backs away, keeping the lynx in sight. As she watches from a safe distance, the lynx approaches the cut carefully, circles, and then devours it before running off. She feels at peace with the spirits. 
May 27, 2018, 12:06:40 AM |
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Owls in the Land of Bears
Kullu was a scrawny member of the Owl tribe, by the time of his coming of age he found him self exiled from his home village by an Uncle who deemed him hated by the Water Spirits. He was 110lbs but fast, it was a cold, and young spring day when he traded most of his clothing for a mutt, he hoped the dog would bring him food as he couldn't cast his nets, and food was scarce. Kullu was slowly freezing to death, only leaving a strange village to explore an even stranger land for a few hours at a time. The Driik people we're nice enough to give the young boy a warm place to rest, comforted by the other villagers, he slept among them and soon was cared for like he was their kin. However he was starving, his fur hood was the only thing that clung to his small, frostbitten frame. He kept the Dog fed though with the scraps he managed to get, but in the distance he saw a tiny figure. Kullu got closer soon realizing that it was indeed a small bear cub, he quickly hid, terror stopping him from moving and he had to remind himself to breathe. He remembered his ancestors used to revere the Bear for their might, a huge ferocious beast that was intelligent and deadly. But also for the loving, caring side of the graceful bear, a creature that could, with one sweep of a paw kill a man, but with the same hands pick up their children to nurse. They often traded for a bear pendent to worship them, they saw her as an equal. Kullu knew that a Mother Bear was one of the most respected creatures, even the high-ranking shaman and Chief of the villages would honor the Mother as a higher ranking being than them. So he almost wept with fear as he saw Her come through the underbrush, pushing apart the needles with Her huge body, and in almost complete silence. He could feeling his companion shiver and whimper softly, the Dog curled in on himself. The Bear stood for a while, slowly sniffing the cold spring air, then with incredible speed rushed Kullu. He felt the marrow in his bones freeze, as he raised his spear and begged for his death to be swift. However the Dog did not want to go easily, he fought a deadly dance with the Bear, Kullu inspired by the Dogs bravery rushed in to help, he wasn't going to let his friend die alone. They were somehow holding her off but suddenly Kullu felt a sharp tearing pain shoot through his leg. He turned around to see the sweet, innocent bear cub trying to protect his mother. Kullu stabbed the child, tears rolling down his face as he realized that he had become a monster. The Dog had somehow brought the Mother Bear to a crippled state and as the dog was tearing into her, the little bear cub rammed him with his body, hopelessly trying to defend his Mother. The only comfort he has known in this cruel, cold world. Kullu and his dog slain both Mother and Child, Kullu felt as though the cold had seeped into his heart. Somehow Dog had only a cut across his leg, Kullu was lightly injured but had nothing too serious. He mysteriously couldn't find their skulls, and begged the Spirit Bear to be merciful. Over many trips he sold most of the bodies but made some clothing to keep warm, he felt bile rise in his throat as he made a shirt from the skin of the Mother and her only child. Summer was blessed upon Kullu and the Dog, now with the name Frost Bear. They murdered any animal they could find, but Kullu never felt any better about breaking two of the most sacred laws, one to never harm a Bear, because Bears were believed to be ancient spirits. Two, never kill a Mother with a child, it was seen as almost a crime to tear this bond apart and it was especially bad to have one of them see the other be murdered. Kullu had a small shelter built, and had just made a cellar when he could finally afford a punt. He loaded up his two nets and paddled up the wild, early summer rapids. He prayed that the Fish would be plentiful, as he put his nets deep into the bitterly cold river. A few weeks went on as Kullu slowly started eating enough to fight hunger, he soaked branches to make cord for trading with his village-kin. They may not have been blood related but he thought the villagers were the closest thing he had to family. He was however sharing his forest home with a smart winter fox, he placed and baited traps and kept his now two Dogs tied to the same tree as his strong Bull. He figured they would protect each other, sleeping close by at all times he was often awoken by the alarm cries of his faithful companions. He never caught that Fox, and would soon fall asleep in the protective area cuddled up to the Dogs and Bull. He woke up hungry with nothing in his pack except spoiled food for his dog-family, he started pulling up one of the nets, and catching nothing Kullu guessed he'd have to go out on a hunting trip again. Suddenly he heard a low snort, he knew it wasn't the Fox. He quickly paddled to reach his animal-kin, as the largest Bear Kullu had ever seen tore out of the forest. He was riddled with terror but the thought of losing his companions made him pull out a javelin, he aimed and missed. This scared the she-Bear, and as She was fleeing for Her life, Kullu ran over to his family and unleashed them from the tall spruce. He pulled on their leashes to try to reach the safety of his boat and the River, the Bear however wanted to make sure Kullu stayed away from Her homeland. She charged him and as She came horrifically close he could smell milk on Her. He knew then that this Mother Bear must've found the bloody remains of Her kin and wanted to protect Her child from the killers. He unleashed both Frost Bear and Dog to run away, but they quickly turned around to defend their friend. Kullu made a sloppy thrust with his spear, completely missing the Bear, but Dog rushed in and tore at Her thorax with his jaws. He lands a savage bite, Frost Bear seeing his cue also jumps on the Bear tearing at any part he can chomp down on. The Bear swipes with Her deadly claws, knocking down both dogs. Kullu misses again and stumbles, even though he is skilled at spears. The Bear seeing his mistake goes to bat at him, but Frost Bear rushes in and rips viciously at Her neck, Dog takes his chance and goes for the same spot, managing to pierce the life-giving artery. As the she-Bear laid on the forest floor, blood gushing and tainting the ground almost black and softly huffing out Her last breath, Kullu wished he was the one dying. He felt horrified at what he'd done, with Her blood staining his weapon, he took Her skin and flesh. He has nightmares every night about the Mother he took away from a young Bear cub. One who probably starved to death, cold and alone, wondering where His beloved Mother had gone. To this day Kullu feels the Spirits of the ancient Bears whistling through their old forests, their homeland, and prays that when he dies that he will be shown mercy. Mercy which he hasn't shown any creature, he feels as dead as the first Mother he killed, whose blood dripped on the newly fallen snow. Whose Spirit he saw climb among Her place in the stars, where She could run and play in the Bear Heaven with Her cub. Who were both taken before their time, in the frozen Spring that soon promised warm water, plentiful trout and hope. Kullu blindly roams lost, now aged, cold, and empty, in the Owl land. All Tribes know the story by heart, and tells it to any young adventurer, begging them to listen. To respect the Ancient Spirits. Will you? June 21, 2018, 03:10:08 AM |
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Re: Rauko
Rauko decides to turn back north, hoping to find some territory that is familiar. Suddenly, traveling through a large forest mostly of spruces, a dirty-looking wildman sees them. By the time Rauko can drop his heavy gear and arm himself with shield, axe, and knife, Badgerbane has run to attack!  Rauko runs to the fight and is halfway there when his dog is hit two times by the man's two-handed axe and has trouble staying on her feet. By the time Rauko closes with the man, she has been knocked down and isn't moving.  Angered, Rauko stabs the red-clad man in the hip with a knife thrust, then moves over to protect his fallen companion. The whistling axe strikes Rauko in the side, but the wound is minor thanks to his mail. After trading blows a few times, the man stabs him deeply in the leg with a knife. Wounded, and with his shield seriously damaged by the axe, Rauko is worried. As the fight goes on, he struggles to overcome the intense pain of his wounds. The man strikes a blow to his shoulder, but loses his grip on the axe. Rauko's shield also slips from his grasp.  Both retrieve their dropped weapons and the wildman is quicker and Rauko sustains another hit to his thigh. They trade blows a few more times and Rauko is knocked down, blacking out only for a moment. He rouses himself quickly and struggles to get up as he is hit again. Blood on his hand is slippery and he can't hold his handaxe.  Rauko sees his father's face, calling to him...  He goes to be with his father. 
June 21, 2018, 12:09:10 PM |
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Re: Rauko
RIP, Rauko! All great adventures must some day come to an end. Rauko's life was greater than many.
June 28, 2018, 12:43:40 AM |
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The Njerpez Stalker
Heikki, the 16 year old Kaumolais kid who left his home village one early spring in search of adventure and a home of his own, spent his first several months roaming the wilderness of several different cultures and in between, trading and making friends, while at the same time scouting for a suitable location to build his very own log cabin. Once the summer neared its end and it started to get a little colder, he picked a patch of coniferous forest on an elongated island between the two arms of a river fork. It was long and hard work but eventually he finished his cabin in time for the winter and also managed to hunt enough game to last him through and even had some surplus for trading. His first winter was comfortable and peaceful, until one day he left his cabin to check his traps. One paw-board fox trapped appeared to have been triggered but there was no animal in sight. Once he got closer he suddenly realized it had in fact not been triggered but disassembled... by someone else... as he slowly turned his head, he jolted at the sight of Njerpez warrior in a full suit of lamellar armor wielding a spear and cursing at him. Grabbing his shortsword and shield, a fight ensued which seemed evenly matched at first. Heikki only took a few hits from his opponent's spear which didn't do much against his own mail armor. He himself got a few good hits in but struggled to overcome the warrior's superior lamellar armor. After this went on for a bit, the warrior lost his grip on his spear, which Heikki immediately took advantage of and grabbed it. This however, only made the warrior switch to his broad knife instead, which apparently he was even better at than with the spear. Regardless, the warrior was wounded and after just a short while he turned and fled, which Heikki was happy with since he was wounded himself so after his enemy was out of sight he retreated back to his cabin to treat his wounds. Once he was almost finished cleaning his wounds he was startled to see that same warrior again who was standing just outside the cabin window. Interrupting what he did, Heikki immediately grabbed his weapons again and rushed outside to confront the villain in a second fight. This one fortunately proved to be easier, as the warrior was still struggling with his wounds which he appeared to not have tended at all. He fled again and not wanting to risk more grievous injury, in light of the warrior appearing to be more proficient with his broad knife than Heikki was with his own shortsword, he again let him escape. Days passed, maybe weeks. Heikki thought he had seen the last of this warrior, but he was wrong. One day, in late winter when the snow and ice was beginning to thaw, he was walking across the riverbed thinking about what tasks next to do when he was surprised to see his enemy of two fights yet again - wielding a hunting bow and swearing and cursing at him. Heikki rushed in and confronted him a melee engagement before he got the chance to shoot, prompting him to pull his broad knife again, which he then wielded very proficiently. Heikki took hit after hit, against which even his fine mail habergeon did not prove entirely effective. He himself only managed to deal a serious wound to his opponent's knee and a couple of minor ones to his arms. Exhaustion started to overwhelm Heikki, he stumbled and fell, lost the grip on his shortsword struggling against the pain as he realized his very life was in the greatest danger it had ever been. He started to doubt the quality of his weapon which had proven so inferior relative to the Njerpez's simple broad knife. In a desperate attempt to improve his odds, he therefore drew his own broad knife - one that was masterfully crafted and of much higher quality than the one used against him, and Heikki had so far only used for hunting. He started to imitate his opponent's strikes, stabbing at his torso in several quick movements. To his surprise, these strikes did manage to get through a couple of times and the Njerpez, swearing and cursing turned to flee yet again for a third time, which Heikki allowed, knowing that he was in no shape to continue fighting. He was riddled with stab wounds, most of them fortunately superficial but a couple serious ones. He even took two wounds to his neck, which miraculously missed any major blood vessels. The fine mail habergeon he was so proud to have acquired was severely damaged and almost useless. The pain made it almost impossible to travel but he managed to get to a friendly village and the local sage was kind enough to offer his expertise in treating the wounds. One of the first things Heikki did after this was trading away his shortsword, which despite its fine quality he found unreliable to such a degree it almost cost him his life. He would use his broad knife for now, until he could trade for a more superior weapon. The winter ended and he started to prepare the soil behind his cabin for planting. The wounds were still not fully healed but well on the way and his life started to normalize again. However... Heikki knows that the Njerpez is still out there, probably out for revenge, after such a proud warrior was beaten back three times. Heikki can only hope, and pray to all the gods he knows, that he would survive the next encounter as well. July 23, 2018, 12:00:00 PM |
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Hurt, helpless and winter! (Challenge)
The rules https://www.unrealworld.fi/forums/index.php?topic=901.0 Background   Kaitto Koivulainen, a farmer from Koivula was tending to the village crops during the Fallow month, as any Koivula usually do. It was peacefull, so peacefull it was boring, he looked over the skies and saw a Goshawk flying about, hunting the pests and vermin that plague the crops every year and started to wonder. "How would it be, to be a Goshawk, free to fly to wherever it feels like?". Spoiler: show His daydream was broken has a small group of Kaumolaiset travellers entered the village lands and went foward to talk with the sage, one of their companions was hurt pretty badly during their travel, it seemed like he had a bad encounter with a bear. The village sage treated his wounds and they departed. The vision of the brave Kaumolaiset hunters clicked in the young boy's mind, and shortly he departed from his home to seek for adventure, he had some seeds to trade along the north-eastern tribes, also got a few tools from his father. Spoiler: show After many days of travel, he was lost. Not knowing where to go or how to go back, but, he continued fowards anyways. Not long after getting lost he saw the figure of persons on the distance and ran their way, what a stupidity I say, they were robbers, they beat him up and took everything he had, even his body clothes. It was the Winter start and Kaitto had no clothes, no food, not even a knife. Spoiler: show The Adventure "I am lost, every inch of my body hurts and I have serious wounds over all my body, It was foolish of me to depart from the village. What do I have now? No food, no clothes and no water... On top of that am wounded, lost on this unknown place and the Winter is starting!... Think Kaitto, think, what should you do now? Koivula is to the south-east... Yes, south-east is where I should head to. But first I need to find some food, water and wood." Spoiler: show And the young boy departed heading south-east, looking at every place for wood, food and water. Not long after heading south he found some berries and a water pound, so he got the berries even not knowing which berries were those, he drank some water and cleaned his wounds the best of his ability and continued travelling south-east. Spoiler: show As he travelled, he saw in the distance a mountain growing ontop of the pines and spruces that dotted the land and decided to head towards it. "I will have better chances to know where I am if I head towards that mountain. Okay, let's go, fast and steady." Once reaching the mountain base he started climbing it until the top, just to find out he was nowhere he knew, the land was still strange, unknown and terrifying but he saw a mountain along the south and headed there. Spoiler: show Once again he climbed the mountain only to find nothing. Spoiler: show But he saw a mire that extended as long as his eyes could caught, mires are easier to travel and navigate, and he followed down the mire. It was the 5th day of travel already, Kaitto only had berries to eat and a stone knife, but wasn't going to give up, so he keept travelling. For three days more he travelled, roughly towards the south thru the mire until he saw the spirits had not forgotten him, he was not alone, the spirits had given him a way to survive. Spoiler: show He couldn't believe it at the very first look, it was an elk, almost trapped in a bigger pound on the mire, he closed in, trying to mantain the elk at the pond untill he was exausth and then striked. Spoiler: show But the elk ran away after getting slightly hurt by his stone knife. Mindlessly Kaitto started the long chase after the Elk thru the mires. His berries were about to end, he had no more food and the friggid winds already had started to blow. He chased the elk thru the mires for days, finally trapping him once again against another pond. Spoiler: show But as it happened before, the Elk managed to run away, but not before some serious wounds were delivered. Kaitto ran after him, as the Elk slowly exhausted himself to the point he couldn't run anymore and so, he managed to kill the Elk, after god knows how many days after the animal. Spoiler: show (I will add to the story as it happens, now Kaitto is tanning and cooking the Elk. All hail Kaitto, the master hunter) August 13, 2018, 01:40:30 AM |
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My fight game
Retirement, AI, obsolescence, and the world going crazy Just showing off some cut scene of a game I've been making for over a year now. The Fight Game https://youtu.be/MjI0SPy0s1Q 
November 05, 2023, 08:35:43 PM |
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