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Re: Poems of the Fallen
Njerpez fallen He was a starving redshirt, oh, a Njerpez do I mean Hanging 'round my island's outskirts Unaware that he'd been seen So I took my fine broadhead and my longbow in my hands By nightfall would he be dead His stain cleansed off my lands He was a starving redshirt, oh, a Njerpez did I mean He bled out on the frozen dirt Where he's ever since been October 03, 2017, 07:02:40 PM |
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Re: Poems of the Fallen
The (not-so-)sage Once I believed a sage had to be wise then I saw this fool standing on rather thin ice The ice broke and so fell he straight in Got frozen and soaked right down to his skin The bitter cold addled his quite feeble brain And he got so tired he could have slept in the rain Tired enough that on that spot fell he asleep And drowned in a puddle barely three inches deep. October 05, 2017, 02:09:11 AM |
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Re: Blocking Weapons and Assorted Combat Discussion
(presuming one lives) I usually have at least two characters active between which I switch. One is for surviving and playing it safe, the other is for when I'm more in the mood for risky behaviour. Gives me the best of two worlds. October 05, 2017, 02:19:00 AM |
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Re: Blocking Weapons and Assorted Combat Discussion
And this right here is what I love about the Unreal World community: we all play the game our own way, and that's not only okay: it is welcomed and celebrated.
October 06, 2017, 02:19:59 AM |
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Re: Anachronistic swords
I absolutely agree. I avoid swords completely because of thisMwa. Battleaxe could be a Dane axe, weight-wise, albeit somewhat on the heavy side. It's 4lbs in-game and a Dane axe averaged 2-4lbs, from what I can find. Certainly not as off as the swords are, at least. (Even if 3lbs or so might be a bit more realistic) October 06, 2017, 10:13:13 AM |
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Re: Blocking Weapons and Assorted Combat Discussion
One way to handle that issue it to equip a single-handed weapon on main hand and use the other to throw javelins or rocks. That way if your enemy closes the distance before you expect it, at least you don't lose yet more rounds to switch to melee weaponry. Working with a double two-handed set (bow&arrows for distance, two-handed melee weapon) is a perfectly valid method as well but timing becomes a *lot* more tricky and you will frequently end up giving your enemy a free round either to attack you, to close the distance/maneuver in such a way that they, not you, will likely have the first attack, or if not will see you forced to attack/counterstrike with a double-handed weapon used single-handedly for a turn. Because of this, it's mostly viable for characters with good dodge, good armor, or both. Judgement of when to move towards an enemy or when to move slightly away/to the side to increase chances of the first attack being yours once it comes to melee is useful as well. October 07, 2017, 09:53:59 PM |
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Re: Returning already eaten food
Yes, it is little odd, but from my experience, if you keep doing that, your relationship with said village is going to deteriorate. It's possible to do it without anyone seeing that and dropping half eaten food. Not sure if in that case villagers are going to notice it later. Most probably, what you're seeing there is the usual slight relationship-drop associated with not-actually-going-through with a trade after letting it get to the point they're demanding you to pay up; not something specific to the fact that eaten food is not actually returned. October 10, 2017, 11:11:20 AM |
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Re: Poems of the Fallen
Of encounters unfortunate An immense bear did once cross my path the moment he spotted me, he got quite mad Swiped at my head with his enormous claw My eye started bleeding and limited what I saw The bear pursued me as I fled towards my home But after a while lost his aggression and started to roam between slender trees and bushes of berries so red I thanked the spirits the bear was no longer mad So I was all alone as I wandered the land had no dogs, no companions, when I encountered a band of Vagabond robbers, five were they and oh! No less than four of them were armed with a bow. No longer bleeding but still could I not see more than two-thirds of what was in front of me And the injured eye not only limited my sight The throbbing pain would also make it quite hard to fight So there were five robbers, four armed with a bow But they had not seen me so I hid and, real slow, did I inch back away from these uncouth men then when outside their presence I swiftly ran And ran and ran until my home was almost there Where I could recover from the wound dealt by the bear But, alas and behold, 't was not to be Less than a mile from my home a Njerpez encountered me October 14, 2017, 10:16:42 PM |
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Re: Partially constructed trap fence eats spikes
Aye, I've also noticed this. Doesn't happen when the partial construction gets a good way in, from what I can tell. Just when the construction is (almost) immediately halted due to being ready to drop (not sure if the same would happen if starting construction at 99% fatigue, would have to test). Deconstructing the partially built fence does return the stakes, though, so that works as work-around: if it tries to consume more stakes, ESC out, deconstruct and rebuild.
October 15, 2017, 02:04:47 AM |
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Re: Poems of the Fallen
'course it doesn't get things sidetracked, Sami. If anything, it gets more eyes on it and means yet more folks may join in. I'm very happy to hear you love it, too! Sadly, I'm no composer, musician or singer. If any are around, though: Feel free to use my poems here as text, as long as you credit me for it somewhere. As to more poetry, though for once not of people fallen but of a live saved: Spirits guide me As snow kept falling from the skies And water covered by thick ice The spirits did send me a dream So vivid I woke with a scream The spirits warned of coming death: My blood on the ground--running red if I stayed well past snow and ice For death would with coming spring rise I left as spring melted the ice as snow stopped falling from grey skies; 'fore life made green and young the lands left I with my axe in my hand I followed the river to the south Until I reached its widening mouth Where seagulls did in distance sound Where sea replaced the frozen ground As rain replaced the falling snow The fear in my heart did but grow Was I yet far enough from home Were these lands safe for me to roam? So I went from shore to sea Upon a raft I built from trees The seagulls squawked and screeched loud As I rowed then yet further south As summer then came upon me Of fear was my heart finally free And as the air around me felt warm I looked for new lands I could farm But no longer could I row south The spirits' warning clear and loud As further south I was not meant to go, instead I westwards went In sweltering heat I fell asleep Above the waves so very deep A dream the spirits did me give Of islands where I'd happily live I rowed and rowed then to the west Found but small islands I could rest on for a day and roast my catch but nothing that my dreams did match Eventually I found a shore That was a sight for my eyes sore A huge island in ocean wide A green jewel in the sunlight For the spirits had guided me Across frozen lands and wavy sea For the spirits had told me to flee From danger into safety. The spirits warned me. I listened/I obeyed/I was rewarded. May the spirits guide me forevermore. October 23, 2017, 12:01:25 AM |
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