What's Going On In Your Unreal World?

[Harjus]

Bled to death.

Treated a wound like I have been doing for the past week or so. This time the RNG gods decided that the wound starts to bleed after treating. Did not notice the warning text and started to tan a hide. Died in an instant.

[McKwack]

I don't remember much about the details.. something about being exhausted after finishing another section of my island home and tanning that squirrel hide I happened to chance on my way to my shelter..

All I know is that, when I reached my shelter, I came literally face to face with an unsuspecting elk.. 



Neither one of us were prepared for the encounter.. save scumming hilarities ensued.. with me too tired to try hunting the elk and only have my club readied, I had no choice but to let the elk go..   

Might be it will fall to one of my pit trap later..

[Sterling]

Got sucked into a wolf encounter. Injured one and managed to escape, then came back more prepared -- rested, fed, well-armed and armored, not as encumbered.

The wolves were still there, but they'd found a different quarry. Looks like wolves can't catch squirrels so well, either!



I think I've seen predators chase prey animals before, but I never saw them tree a squirrel. They weren't very interested in me until I pegged one of them with my spear -- and then they all ran off. Smart wolves.

Having trouble embedding the image, so: https://imgur.com/a/IZwdTDQ

[McKwack]

Finally!!! First confirmed sightings of a Grey seal in the zoomed in tile!!! 

Link to my Steam screenshot page: https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=3208444196

Have seen them a coupled of times on the zoomed out world, but haven't been able to see one this close. Now.. if only I could find out where they make lands, so I can start hunting them.. 

PS sorry for posting the link instead of embedding the image directly.. it's not cropped so better to see it directly on the Steam page..

[Dirk382]

Two robbers appear from nowhere and knock me out unconscious with only two hits and was well-armored, I take a look at the injuries and I discover a deep cut to the neck... I guess the long mail cowl I were wearing was made of paper because the severity bar is almost full to the point it could have been "Your neck has been cut in half", my PC almost had a year and was carrying some masterwork gear with me for a trade travel and the fact I got no warning (I didn't move adjacent to them in the world map) made me ragequit and quit living... Still I had a large stock of sorted furs and tools in home but there is something about in NPC robbers I find infuriating, dying to a bear or njerpez is one thing but losing your hard-earned stuff is aggravating...

I find ridiculous how numerous they are, no matter if their equipment is basic (handaxes, knives) or their skill is low they don't seem to flee if you kill one of their buddies or severely injure one of them and at the end they'll manage to knock you out soon or later, I wish there is a way to remove them in my playthroughts since I have more a lone wolf playstyle. Here in the UnReal World: more guys > gear & skill.

Time to drink some heather beverage for that swelling neck...

/EndRant/

Ya I friggen hate robbers. I got a masterwork knife taken recently. I'm proud of myself that I didn't get killed trying to going after them. If anyone has tips on surviving robber encounters please share.

Currently I'm working on a salmon fishing hut on the outskirts of Dirkii territory, loads of deer on the other side of the river, might build a trap fence one day.

[Sotimieli]

Created a new side character for a challenge. Wanted to do a vegetarian pacifist run. No killing, hunting or fishing or eating meat in any form. Only exception would be milk.

Two weeks in stumbled upon an abandoned settlement with a sauna and a small cottage. Settled there and traded handcrafts, my weapons and all my clothing for two sheep for milk.

Settled at the abandoned site that happened to be on a 3 tile island already cleared of trees. Perfect spot for agriculture.

Started in spring and had to scrape by eating leaves and grass to start. Milk helps immensely and now onlu 15% staving

[Sotimieli]

Created a new side character for a challenge. Wanted to do a vegetarian pacifist run. No killing, hunting or fishing or eating meat in any form. Only exception would be milk.

Two weeks in stumbled upon an abandoned settlement with a sauna and a small cottage. Settled there and traded handcrafts, my weapons and all my clothing for two sheep for milk.

Settled at the abandoned site that happened to be on a 3 tile island already cleared of trees. Perfect spot for agriculture.

Started in spring and had to scrape by eating leaves and grass to start. Milk helps immensely and now onlu 15% staving

Update. No longer starving. Got my hands on some turnips and gathered a lange bunch of bear- and dogpipe. These seem to be quite enough, complimented with a gulp of milk every day, to keep one from starving. Soon it's harvest time and I plan on trading most of my harvest for something to wear before winter comes. I opted to refuse wearing fur as well, so that will be quite the callenge.

[Melchizedek]

It's been a while, and now I'm thinking about my young virtual survivor, sunk in virtual snow, within his virtual forest.

Squatted by the side of a frozen lake, a white vastness that greets him every morning, while embers dance out of a dead bonfire, under lazy winds. The sweat upon his face struggles against a cold, jealous atmosphere, which drinks on the heat that escapes from his limbs - certainly against his will. Another tree down, another log, another piece of wood he will turn into a cup, a plate, a toy, perhaps, if imagination helps. And maybe later on he might walk north, towards the village, trading his trinkets for a loaf of bread and a piece of fish. Small talk, some laughter, a few moments within wooden walls, and he might even remember what it means to care and be cared for. Ultimately, however, he will go back to his lake and his figurines, to the silence of still waters, to meditate on the figments of his own existence and try to bring that cacophony of thoughts and memories to a reasonable conclusion.

And I'm under the impression he would be miserable without this sort of solitude to keep him company.

[Dungeon Smash]

It's been a while, and now I'm thinking about my young virtual survivor, sunk in virtual snow, within his virtual forest.

Squatted by the side of a frozen lake, a white vastness that greets him every morning, while embers dance out of a dead bonfire, under lazy winds. The sweat upon his face struggles against a cold, jealous atmosphere, which drinks on the heat that escapes from his limbs - certainly against his will. Another tree down, another log, another piece of wood he will turn into a cup, a plate, a toy, perhaps, if imagination helps. And maybe later on he might walk north, towards the village, trading his trinkets for a loaf of bread and a piece of fish. Small talk, some laughter, a few moments within wooden walls, and he might even remember what it means to care and be cared for. Ultimately, however, he will go back to his lake and his figurines, to the silence of still waters, to meditate on the figments of his own existence and try to bring that cacophony of thoughts and memories to a reasonable conclusion.

And I'm under the impression he would be miserable without this sort of solitude to keep him company.

Well said

[Bert Preast]

Dead month has arrived and our hunting trip went badly wrong, my father now lies dead and I am alone.  I spent my first week hiking to the end of the world, the far north-east.  Made no shelters and did no hunting nor gathering, I just kept pressing on.

Things were surprisingly busy at the end of the world, on my first day there I bumped into another lost hunter.  I agreed to help him return to a village, even though I had no more idea than he where one might be.  We made a shelter on the coast, and my hunger prevented sleep.

Next day we went out onto the frozen marshes and almost straight away found an elk.  I lobbed an axe at it but missed, and it ran off then fell through the ice.  The hunter was on it straight away, and in three blows of his axe the elk was dead.  We skinned and butchered it, and carried it home to our shelter.  Food at last!

Some days passed, I spent them mostly tanning the hide and collecting saplings for withes, to dry the meat.  We ate well, but my friend was restless and soon he left me alone to search for civilisation.

Once all the meat was dried and I had made some clothes from the fur, I went out hunting again.  On the third day I found myself close to a bear.  I was frightened but I had my spear, axe and knife, and I knew his fur meant surviving the winter cold.  I threw my axe, and missed.  Then the bear charged.

I tried to keep him at a distance, poking and stabbing with the spear and doing some damage.  Then disaster struck, I slipped as I dodged and his jaws closed on my head.  Out went the lights.

I came too as I hit the ground, rolling away from the bear as blood sprayed from my neck, drawing my breath hoarse through a crushed windpipe.  I am here to tell this tale because the bear, also wounded, stood off.  I tore off my shirt, clutching it to my throat to halt the bleeding, but each time the bear came in again and I needed both hands for my spear.  I got him in the hip and crippled him, then a blow to the head and he was down.  He tried to crawl away but I was on him with my knife, stabbing over and over until I was sure that the job was done.  With vision fading, I managed to stop the bleeding from my neck and lay shattered against the still warm bear.

Recovering from my wound will take a month maybe, but I have the bear fur and the meat is drying.  The bear and the elk should see me through the winter, along with what I can fish and any birds I can trap.  It's good to be alive!   

[Bert Preast]

The above bloke is absolutely rocking the wilderness now.  Almost healed and out hunting, he happened upon a group of foreign traders close to his shelter.  Quite what they were doing in the far north-east, over a week's travel from the nearest dirt-poor village, I've no idea.  I do wish it would be changed so that foreign traders only hang around coastal villages or those connected to the sea by rivers, which would make much more sense.  Anyway, I digress.

There were seven warriors, but only one had a bow and only one had a shield.  Hmm...  An evil plan forming in my mind, I made all haste back to my shelter for my furs to trade.  I selected the fur from the bear that almost killed me, along with an elk and a squirrel fur that made up my entire collection.  I lugged them as fast as I could ski back to the foreign traders.

Luckily my furs were just enough to trade the fine longbow and 17 broadheads from the archer, and the shield from the heavy guy.  To the south was spruce mire, but to the north was all pine mire, excellent terrain for a spot of practice with my new bow.  I backed off northwards until just a couple of foreigners were in view, then began to snipe them.  First arrow missed, second one took a warrior in the eye and put him down and bleeding.

They came at me raging, and I skied backwards and loosed arrows when the range was right.  One was down and crawling, and he soon dropped out of sight.  The others came on, knackered in the knee deep snow and riddled with arrows.  Only one got close enough to engage me, and I dodged and backed off.  The next arrow knocked him out and I finished him with a couple of javelins.  One by one I did for all of them then looted the bodies, which I left for the crows.  Their spirits are not of this land, so serve the buggers right.  Great success!

I've pulled the above trick a few times in URW; but never managed it with a Finn who is only into his second month, and has spent half of his time recovering from a bear almost biting his head off.