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There is a forest that likes to pretend that it's ordinary. It isn't, it's quite bizarre. Every night, in fact, zombies and other horrible monsters swarm this place, looking for people to kill. Not that they've found anyone, the forest itself is quite empty of residents. But they search anyway, during the night, shambling and groaning and occasionally leaving body parts lying around. Those disappear pretty quickly, but it still happens. Then the day comes, and they depart to who knows where, swearing (if mindless monsters could think, or in fact swear to anything in particular) that they'l be back the next night. Repeat ad nauseum.
It's currently in the day portion of this cycle of directionless attempts at violence. Maybe this day will be different from all of the others.
But then, probably not, it's a very boring island without anyone here.
"A chain is made with one iron bar at an iron anvil," he informs. No instructions on how to make an iron anvil. Of course.
"You will need an anvil to make most things out of metal bars. Anvils can be crafted out of iron, or purchased from a merchant."
"If you want a merchant to move in, you will need to gather plenty of money. 50 silver coins should do the trick!"
He doesn't seem to take offense to being called a horrible mindless person-thing.
He doesn't seem to take offense to being called a horrible mindless person-thing.
greatestgift
"...Fine."
She exits Dylan's dismal little room and shuts the door behind her and extends her groundsense to see if there are any pots nearby.
She exits Dylan's dismal little room and shuts the door behind her and extends her groundsense to see if there are any pots nearby.
greatestgift
How nice.
She smashes the pots with the back of her pickaxe to see if anything useful appears amid the wreckage.
She smashes the pots with the back of her pickaxe to see if anything useful appears amid the wreckage.
Rope! Copper coins! Arrows, torches (how does that even make sense, the pot wasn't lit up before she smashed it), and a vial of red liquid! A windfall, surely.
greatestgift
Sable collects the rope and coins and arrows and torches, and picks up the red liquid to look at it suspiciously before she puts it in her pack, and then goes to open the chest.
There's a set of throwing knives, more vials of red liquid, empty glass bottles, and four iron bars.
greatestgift
How convenient. She consolidates everything that consolidates, closes the chest, and heads back to Dylan to plonk the consolidated vials in front of him on his table.
"What's this?"
"What's this?"
He looks at it, dutifully. "Lesser healing potions can be made at an alchemy station, out of bottles, gel, and mushrooms."
"If you run out of health, you die. Keep your health up by consuming healing items, staying near items that cause you to regenerate, or wearing certain accessories." ... That sounded kind of condescending.
greatestgift
Sable is not going to be condescended to by a horrible mindless person-thing. She ignores that undertone.
"Items that cause me to regenerate? What items?"
"Items that cause me to regenerate? What items?"
greatestgift
"Sure."
She leaves Dylan in his house with the healing potions on his table, and for convenience's sake she makes a workbench and puts it against the wall of his house next to his door, and she makes a campfire and puts that in the middle of the open area between her house and the tiny houses.
She leaves Dylan in his house with the healing potions on his table, and for convenience's sake she makes a workbench and puts it against the wall of his house next to his door, and she makes a campfire and puts that in the middle of the open area between her house and the tiny houses.
There's a warm feeling as soon as the campfire's down, that's quite separate from heat. A feeling of safety seeps in.