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Pirates, monsters, magic, islands and no civilization to steal from. Hmm.
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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?
5 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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@Jangel13
Skrik took note of the bear’s behavior as he withdrew. He would have to be cautious but he might be able to use that strong sense of smell to his advantage. Such a sensitive sense could easily bring pain if attacked in the right way. But, first he had to hunt and gather.
The first rabbit he found looked promising, fat and occupied with berries. More interesting was that Skrik could tell it was holding the berries instead of devouring them. Gathering meant that it was delivering them. Fat meant that it likely left more of a trail than its more lean relatives. He might be able to find the den if he tracked this rabbit. But, he had to make a decision.
He could hunt this rabbit now or he could wait and follow it. He could also hunt it and then try to find its trail and backtrack along it to its den. If he followed it, he might learn more about these creatures. But… he really wanted to know about how strength moved from one thing to another, what the colored lights in the pond were, whether or not better tips would give his javelins the edge against a bear, what berries would make better poisons, how difficult is it to catch fish, and where had all his siblings gone?
It was a long list of questions and it only seemed to get longer the more he learned. Still, that did nothing to quench his growing desire and determination to know as much as he possibly could. He still lacked power but… he glanced at the javelin in his fist. Poison, stealth, climbing, all of his success in hunting had come from having greater knowledge than his foe. He couldn’t believe that knowledge would prove to be a weaker path than crude strength. His curiosity demanded that it be so. And, he couldn’t think of a reason why it wouldn’t be at least as strong.
He studied the rabbit closely. It’s body didn’t have much in the way of carrying capacity. It wouldn’t be able to carry many berries at a time. That meant that it would have to return to its den to deliver the berries it had before long. Still, he had a little time left before its departure would be likely.
Skrik decided. He kept to the shadows and the bushes, sneaking as carefully and smoothly as he could to avoid anything that would give him away. He was seeking the rabbit’s trail while working his way downwind and into its blind spot. If there was a convenient tree there, near the rabbit’s trail and its blind spot, then this curious goblin would climb that tree up to the lowest branch that would keep him out of the rabbit’s reach. From there, he would be able to throw and not have to fear immediate reprisal. He could also drop to the ground and block the rabbit’s path back to its den. Like with his earlier hunt at the riverside, horned rabbits who valued something could be motivated to fight instead of flee.
If there was no height advantage that could be obtained, then he would simply block the path and use Butcher’s Insight and Precise Strike to throw a javelin for the rabbit’s center of mass. He would alter his aim to compensate for any anticipated movements and make as little sound as possible while throwing. If the rabbit survived the throw, wounded or not, Skrik would use his Short Spear to engage it when it attempted to get around or through him, using Butcher’s Insight and his past hunting experiences to predict its behavior and movements. But, he would keep his own safety in mind and prioritize avoiding injury over getting a lethal blow. He would also keep his knife handy, just in case.
Skrik took note of the bear’s behavior as he withdrew. He would have to be cautious but he might be able to use that strong sense of smell to his advantage. Such a sensitive sense could easily bring pain if attacked in the right way. But, first he had to hunt and gather.
The first rabbit he found looked promising, fat and occupied with berries. More interesting was that Skrik could tell it was holding the berries instead of devouring them. Gathering meant that it was delivering them. Fat meant that it likely left more of a trail than its more lean relatives. He might be able to find the den if he tracked this rabbit. But, he had to make a decision.
He could hunt this rabbit now or he could wait and follow it. He could also hunt it and then try to find its trail and backtrack along it to its den. If he followed it, he might learn more about these creatures. But… he really wanted to know about how strength moved from one thing to another, what the colored lights in the pond were, whether or not better tips would give his javelins the edge against a bear, what berries would make better poisons, how difficult is it to catch fish, and where had all his siblings gone?
It was a long list of questions and it only seemed to get longer the more he learned. Still, that did nothing to quench his growing desire and determination to know as much as he possibly could. He still lacked power but… he glanced at the javelin in his fist. Poison, stealth, climbing, all of his success in hunting had come from having greater knowledge than his foe. He couldn’t believe that knowledge would prove to be a weaker path than crude strength. His curiosity demanded that it be so. And, he couldn’t think of a reason why it wouldn’t be at least as strong.
He studied the rabbit closely. It’s body didn’t have much in the way of carrying capacity. It wouldn’t be able to carry many berries at a time. That meant that it would have to return to its den to deliver the berries it had before long. Still, he had a little time left before its departure would be likely.
Skrik decided. He kept to the shadows and the bushes, sneaking as carefully and smoothly as he could to avoid anything that would give him away. He was seeking the rabbit’s trail while working his way downwind and into its blind spot. If there was a convenient tree there, near the rabbit’s trail and its blind spot, then this curious goblin would climb that tree up to the lowest branch that would keep him out of the rabbit’s reach. From there, he would be able to throw and not have to fear immediate reprisal. He could also drop to the ground and block the rabbit’s path back to its den. Like with his earlier hunt at the riverside, horned rabbits who valued something could be motivated to fight instead of flee.
If there was no height advantage that could be obtained, then he would simply block the path and use Butcher’s Insight and Precise Strike to throw a javelin for the rabbit’s center of mass. He would alter his aim to compensate for any anticipated movements and make as little sound as possible while throwing. If the rabbit survived the throw, wounded or not, Skrik would use his Short Spear to engage it when it attempted to get around or through him, using Butcher’s Insight and his past hunting experiences to predict its behavior and movements. But, he would keep his own safety in mind and prioritize avoiding injury over getting a lethal blow. He would also keep his knife handy, just in case.
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Thanks for that. It was a fascinatingly chaotic concept. If anything... I think I would recommend trying again later with a smaller starting group and a few backup applicants in the wings, like understudies. If a character goes inactive for "X" amount of time then their character becomes an immortal NPC until they activate again, slaved to the control of another player.
But, I guess I'll let this thread rest now. It did good work for its short life.
But, I guess I'll let this thread rest now. It did good work for its short life.
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I'm tossing a ping here to see how many are still watching this for signs of life.
@Jangel13
Markers... heh. Unintentionally, he did leave markers. He buried the skulls of his first two kills. That should let him identify his path. Thank you again!
Markers... heh. Unintentionally, he did leave markers. He buried the skulls of his first two kills. That should let him identify his path. Thank you again!
@Jangel13
Thank you! It just wouldn't feel right if I didn't think this thoroughly. It's just the way my mind works. But, I do have a specific question for you.
How plausible would it be for Skrik to retrace his steps to find the starting cave and how long would the walk take?
Thank you! It just wouldn't feel right if I didn't think this thoroughly. It's just the way my mind works. But, I do have a specific question for you.
How plausible would it be for Skrik to retrace his steps to find the starting cave and how long would the walk take?
@Jangel13
For my reference, I'm sketching up a crude map of the area. I've got the following locations roughed out with reference to the starting cave.
-Bats
-Spiders
-Wolves (Daytime)
-Vipers
Unfortunately for me, I didn't specify which directions I was going when I was hunting and I don't know which direction the stream flows or where my Tree Camp lies in relation to the starting cave. I also don't know where the Church or troll cave are.
I'm hoping to figure out what I might be wandering toward and figure out a practical plan other than "hunt rabbits, upgrade weapons, try to solo a bear" Though, I might try the other types of berries. If they're potent poison then that plus a stone javelin and a combination of Pierce and Butcher's Insight might give me the edge I need. Still, that's for another post.
For my reference, I'm sketching up a crude map of the area. I've got the following locations roughed out with reference to the starting cave.
-Bats
-Spiders
-Wolves (Daytime)
-Vipers
Unfortunately for me, I didn't specify which directions I was going when I was hunting and I don't know which direction the stream flows or where my Tree Camp lies in relation to the starting cave. I also don't know where the Church or troll cave are.
I'm hoping to figure out what I might be wandering toward and figure out a practical plan other than "hunt rabbits, upgrade weapons, try to solo a bear" Though, I might try the other types of berries. If they're potent poison then that plus a stone javelin and a combination of Pierce and Butcher's Insight might give me the edge I need. Still, that's for another post.
@Jangel13
And, hopefully that is a worthy next step along the path of knowledge and ranged rogue style hunting. I've also added a bit to the hider portion that should allow me to better keep track of my immediate material goals and objectives. Of course, any feedback is always welcome from all those here.
And, hopefully that is a worthy next step along the path of knowledge and ranged rogue style hunting. I've also added a bit to the hider portion that should allow me to better keep track of my immediate material goals and objectives. Of course, any feedback is always welcome from all those here.
@Jangel13
The day had been very productive, so far. But, not all was ideal. Yet, the imperfections somehow brought an eerie smile to Skrik’s face as he crept through the shadows of the undergrowth to the best vantage point he could find without being detected by sight, sound, or scent. He had learned much about his immediate area and found several precious resources as well. The pond had fish and still water as well as something shining beneath the surface that incited his curiosity. The area between the pond and his tree camp was a popular spot with horned rabbits so his future hunting should prove far easier than before. And, above all else, there was a challenge before him.
The bear would be a formidable opponent. He couldn’t simply strike with stealth and expect to win. He would need better weapons and a superior strategy. He needed to claim this place, to make it his and secure its resources. He felt certain that what he had found here was a far from common occurrence. He didn’t dare delay too much, but there were obstacles. He was reminded again that he was alone. The others had all moved to other grounds and were probably advancing by leaps and bounds while he had lagged behind, first in the cave and now here in the forest. If he had help from at least one of the others he could probably kill this bear with minimal preparation. After all, his javelins were still poisoned and could at least dull the beast’s reaction time.
But he had no more sap and no way to store the sap without it drying out. Today was his last guaranteed chance to use his knife and javelins while the poison would help him. And, today… he couldn’t kill the bear.
He was certain that he could hurt it. He might even be able to drive it off. But, then the bear would be able to heal and come back. The last thing that Skrik needed was a bear stalking him. He had to make sure that the fight happened only once. For that, he had to make weapons that wouldn’t need poison to do their job well.
His javelins had only wooden points. They would be enough for horned rabbits but nothing with greater defense than they had. He needed something harder and sharper, stone perhaps. But the river had only rounded stones, long eroded by time. Though those would have their own uses. His stone knife had been the only sharp stone that he had found so far and it was in the cave where he was born.
That cave, maybe that would be the best place to search for better blades. Still, he wouldn’t be able to carry a lot of stones all the way from there back to his tree camp with his bare hands. He needed to make a better bag for carrying things, a bag that could withstand sharp and pointed cargo without being shredded. But, there were abundant horned rabbits in the area. Their hides and some grass stuffing could make a bag resistant to puncture and cutting from the inside at least. He had work to do, but there was one last item of business before he left.
He turned his full concentration on the bear, analyzing its movements and body structure to determine exactly what it could do. He needed to know if it could run, and how fast. Could it climb? Could it swim? How fast was its reaction time? Did it have any notable fighting experience to strengthen it or scars that could hinder its movements? Did it have any exploitable weaknesses other than its eyes and nose?
After finishing his observations, Skrik crept his way back through the undergrowth and shadows toward where he had seen the horned rabbits. He was looking for a rabbit that had strayed a bit farther away from the others. If he made his moves correctly, he might be able to get several rabbits before heading back. If he did, then he would have the satisfaction of knowing that his poisoned javelins had done good work before losing their full potency.
His plan was to stay out of sight and down wind to avoid being detected and then to throw with precision and power from concealment, aiming for the neck or vitals. If he failed to kill one with a single throw then it would hopefully serve to be a good distraction. In that event, his contingency plan was to pick two other targets that were distracted and focused on the first and get them before their attention could encompass their entire surroundings. If his first hit was a kill, then he would quietly proceed with targeting another rabbit in the same way.
He only had three poisoned javelins with him so he only had three chances to do this. His knife would serve well if one of them detected him and charged, so he kept it ready, but otherwise he planned to test his ability to hunt with the range and silent striking advantage that the javelins provided.
The day had been very productive, so far. But, not all was ideal. Yet, the imperfections somehow brought an eerie smile to Skrik’s face as he crept through the shadows of the undergrowth to the best vantage point he could find without being detected by sight, sound, or scent. He had learned much about his immediate area and found several precious resources as well. The pond had fish and still water as well as something shining beneath the surface that incited his curiosity. The area between the pond and his tree camp was a popular spot with horned rabbits so his future hunting should prove far easier than before. And, above all else, there was a challenge before him.
The bear would be a formidable opponent. He couldn’t simply strike with stealth and expect to win. He would need better weapons and a superior strategy. He needed to claim this place, to make it his and secure its resources. He felt certain that what he had found here was a far from common occurrence. He didn’t dare delay too much, but there were obstacles. He was reminded again that he was alone. The others had all moved to other grounds and were probably advancing by leaps and bounds while he had lagged behind, first in the cave and now here in the forest. If he had help from at least one of the others he could probably kill this bear with minimal preparation. After all, his javelins were still poisoned and could at least dull the beast’s reaction time.
But he had no more sap and no way to store the sap without it drying out. Today was his last guaranteed chance to use his knife and javelins while the poison would help him. And, today… he couldn’t kill the bear.
He was certain that he could hurt it. He might even be able to drive it off. But, then the bear would be able to heal and come back. The last thing that Skrik needed was a bear stalking him. He had to make sure that the fight happened only once. For that, he had to make weapons that wouldn’t need poison to do their job well.
His javelins had only wooden points. They would be enough for horned rabbits but nothing with greater defense than they had. He needed something harder and sharper, stone perhaps. But the river had only rounded stones, long eroded by time. Though those would have their own uses. His stone knife had been the only sharp stone that he had found so far and it was in the cave where he was born.
That cave, maybe that would be the best place to search for better blades. Still, he wouldn’t be able to carry a lot of stones all the way from there back to his tree camp with his bare hands. He needed to make a better bag for carrying things, a bag that could withstand sharp and pointed cargo without being shredded. But, there were abundant horned rabbits in the area. Their hides and some grass stuffing could make a bag resistant to puncture and cutting from the inside at least. He had work to do, but there was one last item of business before he left.
He turned his full concentration on the bear, analyzing its movements and body structure to determine exactly what it could do. He needed to know if it could run, and how fast. Could it climb? Could it swim? How fast was its reaction time? Did it have any notable fighting experience to strengthen it or scars that could hinder its movements? Did it have any exploitable weaknesses other than its eyes and nose?
After finishing his observations, Skrik crept his way back through the undergrowth and shadows toward where he had seen the horned rabbits. He was looking for a rabbit that had strayed a bit farther away from the others. If he made his moves correctly, he might be able to get several rabbits before heading back. If he did, then he would have the satisfaction of knowing that his poisoned javelins had done good work before losing their full potency.
His plan was to stay out of sight and down wind to avoid being detected and then to throw with precision and power from concealment, aiming for the neck or vitals. If he failed to kill one with a single throw then it would hopefully serve to be a good distraction. In that event, his contingency plan was to pick two other targets that were distracted and focused on the first and get them before their attention could encompass their entire surroundings. If his first hit was a kill, then he would quietly proceed with targeting another rabbit in the same way.
He only had three poisoned javelins with him so he only had three chances to do this. His knife would serve well if one of them detected him and charged, so he kept it ready, but otherwise he planned to test his ability to hunt with the range and silent striking advantage that the javelins provided.
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