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Mod Releases / Re: Lurcolm's Craft Collection
« on: June 29, 2018, 11:00:58 PM »
Why? What problems were you having with the raw files? Github supports downloading packages as .zip files without any issues.
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Mod Releases / Re: Lurcolm's Craft Collection
« on: June 29, 2018, 12:01:53 AM »
May I suggest uploading the raw files to github instead of the .rar? Makes it a lot easier to see what's going on.
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Mod Releases / Re: kullervo graphic pack
« on: June 19, 2018, 06:40:51 PM »
Very nice! I especially like the debarked logs, it makes for nice visual appeal. What are you using for the pixel art? I've got a bunch of things that I really should get around to drawing graphics for in my own mod...
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Gameplay questions / Re: Rewards from broad beans
« on: June 13, 2018, 11:50:47 PM »
It's based on your Agriculture skill and the plant. The [QUANTITY] for broad beans is set to 5 in the files, which I think is the maximum yield of pods per plant. But low Agriculture skill can cause you to lose some of the crop when you thresh. I suspect that your threshing tool affects yield as well. It's a random roll every time you thresh. You'll see this also with peas, but the maximum yield of peas is lower, so the variance is smaller.
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General Discussion / A very skilled sage
« on: June 13, 2018, 01:59:42 AM »
I always suspected...
Now I need to hunt around the other villages looking for Erkka.
Now I need to hunt around the other villages looking for Erkka.
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Modding / Re: First Mod: Seafood
« on: May 30, 2018, 06:15:19 PM »
Keep in mind that "Scandinavia", especially Southern Scandinavia (i.e., Denmark and southern Sweden) have and had different climates and especially cultures than Finland. Although I agree, it's been hard to find sources in English on food culture in medieval Finland. There's an interesting webpage here: http://www.katajahovi.org/en/ironage.html in English by a woman who's written a whole book on the subject - but in Finnish, which I can't read. It's called Keskiajan maut, available for 40 euros here: https://kauppa.tietosanoma.fi/9789518845457 . She's looking for an English translator, if anyone wants to volunteer. I've been tempted to just buy it and do the best I can with Google Translate, since what I can see looks super interesting.
Among other things, that page suggests: inexplicably no cabbage in Finland, though it was a staple of the Norse diet, no fruits other than berries and wild apples and no alliums other than chives, meaning no garlic or onions.
This is another interesting page on medieval cookery, this time specific to Norsemen, so not quite right but at least interesting: http://www.hurstwic.com/history/articles/daily_living/text/food_and_diet.htm
Among other things, that page suggests: inexplicably no cabbage in Finland, though it was a staple of the Norse diet, no fruits other than berries and wild apples and no alliums other than chives, meaning no garlic or onions.
This is another interesting page on medieval cookery, this time specific to Norsemen, so not quite right but at least interesting: http://www.hurstwic.com/history/articles/daily_living/text/food_and_diet.htm
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Stories / Re: Cath the lost
« on: May 27, 2018, 12:06:40 AM »
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.
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.
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Stories / Re: Cath the lost
« on: May 27, 2018, 12:03:05 AM »
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.
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.
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Mod Releases / Re: URW sufficiency mod
« on: May 18, 2018, 06:22:09 PM »
Oh, interesting. Maybe I should change that line to
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{[NEARBY_TILE:Water Rapids]} 'Must be near water'
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Stories / Re: Cath the lost
« on: May 17, 2018, 06:25:57 AM »
It takes the better part of the day to set up a shelter nearby, then she starts to skin the beast and cut up the meat. As much meat as possible is dried using the left-over hides of the birds, but much of the meat spoils before it can be dried. She uses it to bait traps along the shoreline, hoping for some foxes.
The hide itself is tanned over the next few days, producing a rough but very warm hide, which she turns into crude clothing: a warm cloak, mittens, footwear, and a hood. Finally she is warm for the first time since getting lost out in the woods!
She will have to stay along the lake shore for a few weeks at least, waiting for her elk meat to dry. What to do while she waits before she can keep searching for other people? Maybe gather berries, or trap birds and tan hides.
The hide itself is tanned over the next few days, producing a rough but very warm hide, which she turns into crude clothing: a warm cloak, mittens, footwear, and a hood. Finally she is warm for the first time since getting lost out in the woods!
She will have to stay along the lake shore for a few weeks at least, waiting for her elk meat to dry. What to do while she waits before she can keep searching for other people? Maybe gather berries, or trap birds and tan hides.
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Stories / Re: Cath the lost
« on: May 17, 2018, 06:22:51 AM »
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.
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.
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Stories / Re: Cath the lost
« on: May 17, 2018, 06:21:54 AM »
After a day or so of travel, she moves from a spruce mire into a coniferous forest with good solid ground. She decides to head north along the boundary to try and find more open ground, maybe even some high ground where she can get a good view. Early next morning, she comes out into open heathland. Following the open ground, she comes to the shore of a large lake, and resolves to set up a new camp here, fishing, hunting, and gathering berries while exploring the lake to look for a village.
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Stories / Re: Cath the lost
« on: May 17, 2018, 06:20:57 AM »
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.
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.
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Stories / Re: Cath the lost
« on: May 17, 2018, 06:17:07 AM »
Hungry, she aims a rock at it, hoping for roast bird for breakfast. The first three miss, and it flies over the ridge out of sight. Depressed, she decides to go pick berries for breakfast instead. She finds the bird eating cloudberries from the bushes, and throws another rock. This time the spirits bless her throw, the rock hits perfectly and the bird goes down. Meat for breakfast, feathers for something better than rocks, and a bit of hide for a cord. And as she begins to tan the hide while the meat roasts, she finds her hip and elbow no longer sore and swollen. (32% injury) What a wonderful morning! As she eats her meal, she thinks for a moment, then tears off a leg and offers it to the spirits. Surely they sent the bird by for her. The least she can do is return some of it in thanks.
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Stories / Re: Cath the lost
« on: May 17, 2018, 06:14:56 AM »
Knowing that she cannot afford to be without a fire for long, she gathers branches from the trees nearby her fire and bundles them together to make torches. She can carry a fire with her, stopping to light a log to warm herself up when she needs. With five torches she should be able to travel a day or so --- though which way, she doesn't know. But it's late afternoon and traveling in the dark is a foolish idea. Her log fire will last until morning - she gathers berries to settle her stomach and sate her thirst, then settles in for a cold night's sleep.
In the middle of the night, the snowfall wakes her and keeps her from sleep. It quickly turns into a hard rain that chills her to the bone. She wakes up in the morning cold and ready to travel. With no better ideas, she decides to walk northeast. If nothing else, she can get out of this mire where the farthest to see is a few dozen feet. After an hour or so of walking, she finally comes out into an open part of the mire, with much better visibility. And not much to see, unfortunately.
She decides to follow the lay of the land, along the border to the spruce mire to the south. Perhaps she can find some high ground to get a broader view and at least get out of this swamp. After a bit of walking, she finds a pool in the mire, frozen but clear. She drags a log over to warm herself while she breaks the ice with her stone knife, then drinks deeply and washes her wounds. As she washes, a capercaille flies by!
In the middle of the night, the snowfall wakes her and keeps her from sleep. It quickly turns into a hard rain that chills her to the bone. She wakes up in the morning cold and ready to travel. With no better ideas, she decides to walk northeast. If nothing else, she can get out of this mire where the farthest to see is a few dozen feet. After an hour or so of walking, she finally comes out into an open part of the mire, with much better visibility. And not much to see, unfortunately.
She decides to follow the lay of the land, along the border to the spruce mire to the south. Perhaps she can find some high ground to get a broader view and at least get out of this swamp. After a bit of walking, she finds a pool in the mire, frozen but clear. She drags a log over to warm herself while she breaks the ice with her stone knife, then drinks deeply and washes her wounds. As she washes, a capercaille flies by!