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Swedish archaeologists uncover remains of 8,400-year-old dog
"The remains of a dog dating back several millennia have been uncovered at a pre-Viking era burial site in Sweden, making it the oldest such find in the country. The dog was discovered at an Iron Age burial site in Blekinge, southern Sweden, along with what archaeologists believe are grave goods – valuable or sentimental possessions buried with the dead. "This is the oldest burial find of a dog in the country. The dog is well-preserved, and the fact that it lies buried in the middle of a stone age building is unique," said osteologist Ola Magnell." https://www.thelocal.se/20200923/remains-of-8400-year-old-dog-uncovered-in-sweden September 24, 2020, 03:37:23 AM |
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Killing foreign traders in 10 easy steps!
If you don't like exploits, don't read any further!  Hi guys, I discovered (or re-discovered, surely somebody already thougth of this) a simpler, friendlier way First, about you: 1. Please have your bow skill as high as possible. Above 75 is fine, but YMMV. (Be nice and please be born as an Owl guy, with high eyesight and dexterity. Thanks) 2. Have in your posession many furs. Good furs. Winter furs, from the North. 3. Also, a good bow and some arrows/broadheads may be useful, or so people say. 4. Some armor, but not so heavy it impairs your bow skill significantly. A good fur overcoat and/or a cuirass (depending on your strength) are enough. Location: 5. Meet the traders in some kind of open terrain. A frozen lake, an open mire or similar. No one's going to hide! Time: 6. "Frozen lake" wasn't a poetic preference. Do this in the deepest winter, with the snow almost touching your cristallized but still functioning testicles. Algorithm: 7. Look carefully at the happy traders. Ascertain which ones are selling arrows and broadheads. Buy all of them with your furs (you remembered to bring them, right?) Smile. Try to learn to say "hello" and "thanks" in their language. Also, "you suckers!". Keep smiling. It is a wonderful cultural exchange (you may also buy some of their swords and axes to be extra sure, if you have enough furs). 8. Once you are the only one that has any arrows and/or broadheads in a ten kilometer radius, step back to a comfortable distance, take your bow, bow, and start shooting. Use the broads at first against the nearest traders. Your objective is to kill or maim. Once a trader is unable to walk, let him crawl awhile and shoot the ones still standing. NEVER RUN! Ski backwards, let them tire themselves in the gonads-high snow. The more hurt they get, the faster they'll tire. After a few good-placed shots, all those sword-and-axe wielding capitalists will be either dead, crawling in the snow or so hurt/tired they will never harm you. If you are running out of arrows, give the coup-de-grace to the nearest blue sad sack and retrieve your arrows. 9. Recover your furs, arrows, and add an ungodly, game-breaking amount of loot. 10. Optionally, feel guilty. Not recommended. It is a game. (You know that, right?) And that's it. I don't think this is an original find, but I discovered it with my latest character, a mad Owl with bow skill at 97 that got invaded by a band of traders that just wouldn't leave the settlement, and he was kind of a nervous little man. A sensitive, delicate soul, what can I say... September 25, 2020, 01:57:19 AM |
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Re: Travelling adventurer: A new discovery?
I often avoid Adventurer types. (Robber chance) But playing vagabond/traveler types, I’ve met Koivula, Sarto, Kuikka, Kaumo, Reemi and Driik adventurers away from their cultural areas. (If you spot adventurer types on Wilderness map out of Freezing season, drop all your belongings and go say “hi” nothing to lose; if they’re robbers, there’s commentary to leave before getting beat up. And you can always go fetch your stuff and return if honest adventurer) October 05, 2020, 06:29:08 AM |
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Re: Why I carry a rock in real life
I cheat. I carry a knife. Usually a small folding knife (3” or 7-8cm blade) Sometimes just a tiny 1.5-2” 3.5-5cm folding knife. Other times it’s a small fixed blade knife and other times medium sized knife (4” 10cm blade) And for backwoods camping and large game hunting, I also carry an axe. October 10, 2020, 04:56:20 PM |
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Fjara the Huntress of Owl-tribe. A Quest for Mother
I read some of the stories here and all of a sudden got inspired a bit. So now gonna give it a try and write a few stories of mine. Can't say for sure what will come of it, but anyway it's fun to share experiences (and a good opportunity to practice English, as I'm not a native speaker). Sorry for probable mistakes, and feel free to correct me or just comment. And, of course, thank you Sami and Erkka and everyone who takes part in UnReal World development. This game really helps to cope with my depression. Can't even say how glad I am that I came upon it a couple years ago. October 11, 2020, 10:46:39 PM |
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Re: Fjara the Huntress of Owl-tribe. A Quest for Mother
FJARA OF OWL-TRIBE Current game course: The UnReal World. Completed game courses: Living in the Wild, Advanced Adventures. Starting scenario: Not All Who Wander Are Lost. Stats and skills: Attached. October 11, 2020, 11:12:01 PM |
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Re: Fjara the Huntress of Owl-tribe. A Quest for Mother
DAY 889 The day fades away. The forest is quiet and calm. No wind, no bird chirping. Just crunching of dry grass under the hooves of the animals in their pens. “I'm home”, Fiara thinks, looking round her small homestead. She has returned from another trip to Driik, where she has obtained a few of jewelry, valuable hides, some masterwork clothes and two pots with handy wrought-iron legs. However, she failed to find mail armor of masterwork quality. Njerpez slavers began more and more often to roam in twos or even threes. With hounds, sometimes. Now hunting them will be even harder and more dangerous. Fjara is tired. She enters the kota, legs giving way under her, and falls to a pile of skins, then puts a noaidi's mushroom in her mouth. Occasionally it makes her sick... but the mind, once it has found its way back from the spirit world, clears and breaks the shackles of exhaustion. She closes her eyes and slowly slips into a haze of visions and dreams. Somehow, the past emerges in mind this time. Fjara recalls what had happened two and a half years ago. The very day when her whole life had been irretrievably ruined. *** She's heading home, leading the only reindeer doe Fjara managed to find after wolves attacked her homestead. Not for nothing is her name Tuuri — “lucky”. She is, indeed. The wolves killed or hurt the rest of the animals so bad that they had to be finished off so as not to prolong their suffering.Not far from home, she suddenly smells a smoke. Heart goes down in a bad vibe, and Fjara slows her pace. It's quiet. Too quiet. Having walked a hundred more steps, she hears the crackle of fire and stops. She feels so scared as never before. A minute later, Fjara makes herself walk the last few meters to the homestead. The homestead, which is no longer there. It's just burnt-out ruins. A few steps from her lies father, the ground beneath his head is dark, and Fjara knows at once, it is blood there. And there's too much of it to hope that father's still alive. She wants to call to mother, but her voice fails her. Those who did this may still be close. Fjara ties the reindeer to a tree and sneaks around the clearing, listening and peering into the thicket. No one's there. An no sign of mother. Next to the father's body, she notices a piece of red cape trampled into the ground and clenches her fists in silent ire. Njerpez. That means they took mother as a slave. That means she is alive. And there is a chance to find her. *** When Fjara wakes up the next morning, a lynx skin beneath her cheek is wet with tears.
October 12, 2020, 03:21:45 AM |
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Re: Fjara the Huntress of Owl-tribe. A Quest for Mother
DAY 982 Toil, toil, toil. For one to survive, one must continually work hard. During the last three months Fоara has done a lot: built separate pens for animals, felled trees enough to build a sauna, placed a hundred loop snares and made half a dozen trap fences in a small wood nearby. Six elks and two reindeers have been caught in the first ten days, yet there was no more prey since then. Next time Fjara checks the fences, she makes offerings and whispers quietly. Be kind, oh spirits. Lead the animals into my traps. I shall give you hot blood and praise... Winter month is almost over. Snow crunches underfoot satisfactorily. Six birds got caught in the snares today. She can make two dozens more arrows for exchange. Over the past year, Fiara has become noticeably more skilled in carpentry. Arrows in the Unreal World are great for trading. Even peaceful toilers, like Sartolaiset, willingly accept them: robbers occur even in their land, and an arrow makes them hesitate better than a word. She' s got a fair food supply, yet keeping six dogs requires a lot of meat. Fjara loves her dogs. True friends, strong protectors, menacing fighters they are. Numerous njerpezit have been torn to pieces by them. Sometimes, when she feels sad, she tells them her sorrows and fears, and their understanding eyes bring her relief. Another day is over, and Fjara goes to sleep. Cosily wrapped helself in furs, she whispers as always, “Greetings earth, and the dwellers underground. Allow me to lay here in good health.” Her eyes close, and the real gives way to the imageries of the past. *** She managed to track down one of the murderers. For three days, she followed the tracks that eventually split up. There were three or four njerpez, they apparently marched rapidly to their lands, but one of them remained behind for some reason. Fjara sneaks up to the njerp while he is pissing against a tree, and knocks him out hitting the back of his head with an axe handle. When the slaver regains consciousness, his hands and feet are tightly bound by his clothes. She squats down beside him and pulls out a knife from a sheath. “Answer me, and I will spare your life,” she says. The njerp grins crookedly, catching her eye. His face is mottled with pockmarks and ritual scars, and in his eyes cruelty and cold mind can be seen distinctly. “You have captured the woman. Brown hair, blue-eyed, a head taller than me.” He answers, laughing quietly, “We'd enjoyed her, little huntress. Her screams have delighted our ear, and her flesh has satisfied our lust.” Fjara feels her fear and anger overflow, and barely restrains herself from stabbing the defenseless neck. “Is she alive? Where exactly are they taking her?” “Her body fell to the lot of fish.” “You lie!” She leaps up and turns away, clenching her fists until it hurts. “No.” His voice is cold and calm. “No, and you do know that.” Sobs swell inside her. Fjara kneels down and slits njerp's throat. When slaver's body lay motionless, she spits in his face and wails, “Curse thee! May the spirits never let you rest! May they make you suffer till the end of the world! May —” Words turn into tears, and she, barely rising and taking a few steps, falls prone. Only late at night she regains strength enough to stand up, and plods away, completely lost amongst the crowding trees. October 20, 2020, 02:42:23 AM |
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The first snow and back from holidays
Hey, it's been a good two months without a word here at dev. news section, so it's about time to break the silence, although you may have spotted my slowly increasing presence at the forums bugs section already. We had the first snow few days ago, so the summer season is evidently ceasing. See, I went on summer holidays quite late this year, in august, and thought "it's likely autumn, or early winter, before I get back to development chambers again." Looks like that the time is at hand now. Hunting bugs has always been a good way to get oriented back into coding, and I guess focus on that will continue for a good while. But yeah, the endless to-do lists also awaiting for us. So let's continue from here, and see where we get by the end of the year. October 23, 2020, 09:16:19 AM |
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Re: Why I carry a rock in real life
I used to carry rocks for self-defense as a kid and started bushcraft with knapping rocks. I would like to see how you start a fire with 2 rocks though.
October 23, 2020, 11:24:48 AM |
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