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Re: Rauko
I am enjoying this series of posts a lot! AWESOME JOB May 14, 2018, 01:12:21 AM |
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Re: Rauko
Heading north with winter looming, good times.
May 16, 2018, 06:08:57 AM |
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Cath the lost
This is a story about a game I played while trying to follow the "lost" challenge: completely random character, random start location, hurt helpless and afraid start in winter, and all possessions get destroyed as soon as you load. You're also restricted to only using and traveling on the zoomed in map, except for viewing (not traveling) from mountain peaks to get a look at the lay of the land. I have my sufficiency mod installed but aren't using it for the first winter.   Set upon by robbers while traveling alone in the wild, Cath was left badly beaten, with no possessions and nothing but her skills to keep her alive. Luckily her wounds, while painful, were not too serious and didn't prevent her from walking or using her hands. She awakened completely lost and with no idea where she is - the first thing to do was to make a fire, for November this far North would surely freeze her within a day unclothed and without a fire. May 17, 2018, 06:11:35 AM |
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Re: Cath the lost
She has been left in a spruce mire to die and sets about looking for small rocks and loose branches - she can use the branches to light an old dead log on fire, and make a crude knife to feed it while she gets her bearings. In her searching, she stumbles upon a thicket of cloudberries. Immensely grateful for the food, she picks the closest bush and immediately sacrifices it to the spirits in appreciation, then gobbles down the other half.  Vowing to come back for the berries, she gathers the last of the sticks she needs and sets a log on fire, huddling next to it for warmth. She carefully knaps one rock with another for hours to make a crude blade. By the time she finishes, the fire has warmed her up thoroughly, but the snow has started, reminding her that winter has just begun and it will only get colder. 
May 17, 2018, 06:12:51 AM |
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Re: Cath the lost
She decides to stay here for a few days. The spirits here are friendly - she can gather berries and try to catch a few more birds, while letting her injuries heal. After a bit more than a week, she is fully healed and the spirits have blessed her with many catches and an abundance of berries. She set up a dozen simple traps and baited them with berries, catching nearly a dozen birds, tanning the hides for leather. The leather let her make a simple stone axe, with which she crafted a javelin to help her hunt and a rough bowl for carrying water on her journey. She also is no longer unclothed - a simple belt holds her axe and a cap covers her ears.  The time spent catching birds has been useful in other ways as well - she has learned much about how to set traps to be sensitive when a bird comes by for the bait, and how to tan bird leather without damaging the skin. And she has learned a bit about how to aim rocks at birds as well.  Before she moves on, she gathers the bait out of her traps and disables them, not wanting to anger the spirits that have been so kind. She makes an offering of berries, asking for guidance to a village, then heads off eastward. May 17, 2018, 06:20:57 AM |
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Re: Cath the lost
Exploring along the lake, she runs into a bull elk along the shoreline! If she can kill it, that will be a great boon - the fur can be made into a warm cloak, and the meat will feed her for weeks. But she is very slow and her javelin was lost - she will have to chase it as best she can. Chasing the elk along the shoreline, it exhausts itself trying to escape from her, and the ice of the lake is too thin to run away on. Eventually she catches up to it, and downs it with a blow of her stone axe to the head. It is noon - before she cuts up the elk, she decides to set up a shelter and camp here while she dries the meat and tans the hide. 
May 17, 2018, 06:22:51 AM |
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Re: Poems of the Fallen
Oh dear, my Dear Oh dear, my Dear - I feel so sad Too much pain, I'm dying, it's bad My little child, didn't listen, why? Predator got you, I cried and, oh my... Oh dear, my Dear - it killed you quick It ate little of you, it made me sick Monster! How could do that slaughter? Now it's in your skin, my daughter... Oh dear, my Dear - I'll follow your path Its trap I entered, in warm blood I bath Last blow! I love you! Why so much I fear? Good Spirits, take me to my little deer... May 18, 2018, 02:32:12 AM |
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Wind
I think adding wind effects to the simulation would be a great benefit to the game. This would add to the depth of the world in several ways. We could have blizzards where high winds would cause low visibility and rapid heat loss, creating deadly conditions. Weatherlore could help a survivor predict an incoming storm, prompting them to take shelter or at least seek a heavily wooded area. Stalking prey downwind would be extra challenging because smells drifts toward them. This might necessitate careful planning of a hunting expedition or the use of a ritual to mask a character's scent. Strong and especially gusty wind conditions could cause projectiles to veer off course, especially long range shots. Blowdown could cause trees to uproot and fall. On the other end dead calm conditions might cause sound to travel extra far, I'm thinking of Sami's whistling arrow shot from the recent video. Clearly this would be a large effort as it would change many existing systems. May 18, 2018, 05:26:41 AM |
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Lighting torches off of other torches?
Currently, torches can only be lit from open fires. This gets a little annoying if you are conducting protracted activities in caves. I would think you should be able to light torches off other torches.
May 26, 2018, 12:12:59 AM |
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Re: Cath the lost
She resolves to travel around the lake, along the southern shore. Perhaps there is a river she can follow, the better to find a village. If nothing else, she can gather berries along the shore while she waits for her meat to dry. As she starts her journey around the lake, it is late November, only 8 weeks before midwinter (the 5th day). The heathland continues for a few miles, and she sees that the yellowcoat mushrooms and the lingonberries are beginning to wither. A few still stand, but most are gone for the winter. Grouse call from the distance as she walks. After a day of travel, the shoreline she has followed south has finally started to bend. This must be an enormous lake. She sets up camp in a spruce mire, lighting an old log as she eats mushrooms and berries for her supper. She prays to the spirits as she curls up to sleep, hoping to find a river tomorrow. The next day as she travels along the shoreline, she comes across fresh reindeer tracks. Hoping for some hide to make a proper shirt and leggings, she follows them away from the lake and east into the heathland.  Following the tracks, the reindeer circles first east, then south, then west back towards the frozen lake. When she finally catches up to it, it is wounded and out on the ice. As she watches from the shore, it steps on a patch of thin ice, falling into the water. After a few minutes its struggles get weaker, and it drowns trying to climb back onto land, only a few feet away from her. She drops most of her gear and lights a nearby log on fire, so that she can warm herself quickly if she falls in the lake. Then she carefully, carefully crawls out on the thin ice, grabbing the leg of the doe and pulling it back onto land safely. She skins the deer and butchers it, sacrificing the choicest cut to the spirits in thanks for offering this animal so graciously to her.  
May 27, 2018, 12:03:05 AM |
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