Red Gypsy@Dark Cloud No rush. I won't be able to get started on mine until after work tonight at the soonest.
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Pirates, monsters, magic, islands and no civilization to steal from. Hmm.
5 yrs ago
Now, what happens when you have a bunch of monsters that were living in a forest and they get transmigrated into a futuristic urban setting?
6 yrs ago
I know that few, if any, people on this site would be interested in it... but... I just got an idea for a SAO/GGO/XCOM/UFO crossover... fun tingles...
6 yrs ago
Life has never given mankind sufficient time... nor sleep... nor comprehension. If it had, we would have stopped trying.
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It can be greatly refreshing to return to a thing that one has long loved.
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@Dark CloudI'll probably be posting in the next day or so... work.
@Dark Cloud That is the question... isn't it?
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It is true that treatment methods are lacking. However, at our rate of evolution, we will need replacement gear within a week... perhaps two. Rotting becomes less of an issue in those timeframes.
We just need better manufacturing methods and tools by then. Given the bent of some of us for gear, I have few worries about that.
It is true that treatment methods are lacking. However, at our rate of evolution, we will need replacement gear within a week... perhaps two. Rotting becomes less of an issue in those timeframes.
We just need better manufacturing methods and tools by then. Given the bent of some of us for gear, I have few worries about that.
I suppose that the thickness issues are practical. I wonder if the wing bones would make decent needles. The leather might be good for cloaks or tunics though. Good for a water resistant layer that isn't too heavy or hot.
Blunt force is a terror of men, in particular. But bleeding wounds there can be rapidly lethal and leather can resist slashing attacks to a limited degree. Of course, thicker leather made into full greaves or pants would be better, but present materials and manufacturing methods are limited.
But leather crotch armor would be better than a scrap cloth loincloth, right?
Somebody needs to make batwing underpants.
... Just a suggestion. Crotch hits kill.
... Just a suggestion. Crotch hits kill.
Poooooooooooosted.
Skrik Day 3
The return to familiar paths was not difficult. It also included some notable gains toward Skrik's goal of rearming himself. A fresh supply of numbing poison and six sticks good enough for javelins was a big help. But, this trip back 'home' had disappointments as well.
Skrik was mildly disappointed in his young cousin for leaving his first kill behind, for one. While Skrik had been moving quickly, he had been going in a straight line and not taking steps to hide his trail. Tracking him should have been easy. But, this simple test told him of the thinking of his young cousin. Straight forward and immediate, he should not be relied upon for complex or subtle tasks. Power, simple force, would be his strong suit... at least for now. But, the young will grow and the ignorant will learn. Time would tell. Besides, the decisiveness and sincerity of his young cousin were pleasing and highly positive qualities. This unequal relationship might well become an equal one soon enough, or even become reversed.
That thought brought a smile to his face, though he couldn't tell exactly why.
The greater concern and disappointment was the lack of any wood suitable for a good spear. Without a spear, Skrik was unsure of his odds against more powerful predators. Poison couldn't become a crutch. He was sure that there would be creatures that could shrug off such things. And, even if the poison was effective, it would have to be administered first. That would take speed, cunniung, and strength.
Skrik had also failed to find any of the poisonous berries. Without a stronger poison, challenging that bear and the wolves would be extremely dangerous. Still, there were almost enough materials to work with for the time being.
Skrik led the way to the cave and began to search for stones that were either already sharp or that could be chipped into blades or points. He drew on his memories of his previous sharp stone, seeking others with the same qualities. At the same time, he gave instructions to his young cousin.
"Find vines, sand or gritty dirt, stones that are round and about the size of your fist, and... dry wood. Bring them here as soon as you can. We need to hunt before dark or we will spend the night hungry." Skrik wasn't sure why he asked for dry wood but he had a feeling that it would have something to do with staying warm and safe on the ground. He felt sure that he'd figure it out once the wood was in hand.
Skrik would focus on finding stone blades that would be useful for weapons and tools. As soon as he finished his search for suitable stones, he would use one to shape the sticks he found into javelins and poison half of them. With this, he would have four "(Numbing) Poisoned Light Wooden Javelins" and two "Light Wooden Javelins". This would be enough for a hunt, especially if his young cousin found rounded rocks. His throwing skills would be a good compliment for the Stout Stick. Of course, if he did well in finding everything, then Skrik intended to teach his young cousin a little bit about how to improve that stick. If he finished his own crafting before his young cousin completed his tasks then he would spend a little time improving the rocks that can be sharpened. Ideally, he would produce a couple knife stones, a spear tip, and a heavier blade to add to a club.
@Dark Cloud @Jangel13
The return to familiar paths was not difficult. It also included some notable gains toward Skrik's goal of rearming himself. A fresh supply of numbing poison and six sticks good enough for javelins was a big help. But, this trip back 'home' had disappointments as well.
Skrik was mildly disappointed in his young cousin for leaving his first kill behind, for one. While Skrik had been moving quickly, he had been going in a straight line and not taking steps to hide his trail. Tracking him should have been easy. But, this simple test told him of the thinking of his young cousin. Straight forward and immediate, he should not be relied upon for complex or subtle tasks. Power, simple force, would be his strong suit... at least for now. But, the young will grow and the ignorant will learn. Time would tell. Besides, the decisiveness and sincerity of his young cousin were pleasing and highly positive qualities. This unequal relationship might well become an equal one soon enough, or even become reversed.
That thought brought a smile to his face, though he couldn't tell exactly why.
The greater concern and disappointment was the lack of any wood suitable for a good spear. Without a spear, Skrik was unsure of his odds against more powerful predators. Poison couldn't become a crutch. He was sure that there would be creatures that could shrug off such things. And, even if the poison was effective, it would have to be administered first. That would take speed, cunniung, and strength.
Skrik had also failed to find any of the poisonous berries. Without a stronger poison, challenging that bear and the wolves would be extremely dangerous. Still, there were almost enough materials to work with for the time being.
Skrik led the way to the cave and began to search for stones that were either already sharp or that could be chipped into blades or points. He drew on his memories of his previous sharp stone, seeking others with the same qualities. At the same time, he gave instructions to his young cousin.
"Find vines, sand or gritty dirt, stones that are round and about the size of your fist, and... dry wood. Bring them here as soon as you can. We need to hunt before dark or we will spend the night hungry." Skrik wasn't sure why he asked for dry wood but he had a feeling that it would have something to do with staying warm and safe on the ground. He felt sure that he'd figure it out once the wood was in hand.
Skrik would focus on finding stone blades that would be useful for weapons and tools. As soon as he finished his search for suitable stones, he would use one to shape the sticks he found into javelins and poison half of them. With this, he would have four "(Numbing) Poisoned Light Wooden Javelins" and two "Light Wooden Javelins". This would be enough for a hunt, especially if his young cousin found rounded rocks. His throwing skills would be a good compliment for the Stout Stick. Of course, if he did well in finding everything, then Skrik intended to teach his young cousin a little bit about how to improve that stick. If he finished his own crafting before his young cousin completed his tasks then he would spend a little time improving the rocks that can be sharpened. Ideally, he would produce a couple knife stones, a spear tip, and a heavier blade to add to a club.
@Dark Cloud @Jangel13
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