But we risk loosing the ability to grow new of those plants. Which includes the next generation.
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I do support the idea of trying to grow outside of our soul when we can without the risk of screwing the next generation.
But we risk loosing the ability to grow new of those plants. Which includes the next generation.
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I do support the idea of trying to grow outside of our soul when we can without the risk of screwing the next generation.
Why would planting them in our soul be better for that? Either we can grow more seeds with more Odr (likely) or we can't...if we can't, we won't be able to with the second plant either.
Guys, for the "Do the bloody seeds regrow or not" question, just take them off the plant, put them next to them/don't plant them or anything, and then wait a year/till yearly reset to see if they come back. That answers the question without the hell that is currently arguing over Plant it on our soul for more stuff but it costs Odr to grow vs Plant it in the real world and risk it taking 15 years to grow into an adult plant that makes useful stuff
@Imperial Fister How many reward dice to know if the seeds grow back after we take them
Or people scrounge up enough dice for whatever dice bounty IF sets for the above question
Why would planting them in our soul be better for that? Either we can grow more seeds with more Odr (likely) or we can't...if we can't, we won't be able to with the second plant either.
For the record, I just added a bunch of info to the "General Power Rankings" post. So it now includes known magic and weapons for people who we've seen those things for...plus a few other notes to remind people who's who. All are in parentheses and compiled by me and thus unofficial.
hm... i see Fjord and coast families, beside Asvir family...
but wasn't there 3 region beside under Asvir? And... i see no one from buriborn either on the list....
It's not urgent. We're not planting them for a minute anyway...we don't have the Odr to fertilize them in our soulscape and it's almost Winter in the real world.
hm... i see Fjord and coast families, beside Asvir family...
but wasn't there 3 region beside under Asvir? And... i see no one from buriborn either on the list....
Hading Valley (The name of the entire region)
Seat of Power
-Asvir (Asvir Families)
Districts
--Hading Forest (You live here, typically referred to as 'Forest Families' or 'Hading Families')
--Hading-Side of the Meinvaldfjord (Fjord Families)
--Hading Valley Coast (Coast Families)
Sure. Starts at the bottom of my post here. The idea is to use a socket stone on our armor when we reforge it and add runes to convert either some kinds of damage or all damage to fire damage. Which would then run into our fire resistance. Only useful for us and family members but, well, potentially very useful for us.
Yeah, I have to be very anal about how people spend Reward Dice because while I don't want to cheat someone out of their dice, I also don't want to just give out information for free
I'm not sure this is correct. The father of this family is called Hjalmir Broadbeard, not Hammerhand. Could be a different guy entirely. @Imperial Fister is it the same guy or not?
I'm not sure this is correct. The father of this family is called Hjalmir Broadbeard, not Hammerhand. Could be a different guy entirely. @Imperial Fister is it the same guy or not?
Makes sense. We definitely want to take the opportunity to repair relations with him when possible, then. He's one of the people who are more badass than we are, so a feud would be bad. Sten and Steinarr mean it would still be heavily in our favor (to say nothing of Halfdan and our other allies) but, y'know, feuding with badass people is bad.
Gabriel shoots you with a pained, mixed-feelings glance as you make your approach. He pushes off the fencepost and tucks an odd rosary into a belt pouch—though you catch the faintest glimmer of polished black before it disappears into leather. That's a rosary you haven't seen before, where'd he get it from? You certainly didn't make it and, not to insult Gabriel or anything, but his crafting skills leave a lot to be desired.
"Time to get going?" Gabriel's eyes flick from you, to the bustling crowds of Asvir at work, and then to the sea and back. He swallows his dry throat, his complicated feelings leaving a shallow crease on his brow. His chin is missing more than a few hairs—a nervous habit he just can't seem to break.
"Thereabouts, yeah." You tilt your head towards the market and crowds, "There's a few things that still need to be done, but other then that," you shrug before turning your attention to him. "The only thing I'm really wondering about is if you are ready. And are you?"
His brow creases further as he huffs a heavy frown. Eventually, he crosses his arms and nods to himself, "I... I'm ready. Yeah, I'm ready," he repeats, as if trying to convince himself of it, "armor's loaded up, Sparrowflight's on my waist, and home is in my sights."
"Where is your home, exactly?"
"On the border of Wessex and Gwent is a small castle near the village of Arlingham. That's Blackstone Keep," he swallows, "and it's home."
You have absolutely no idea what this 'Gwent' is. Well, obviously it's a kingdom or nation of some kind, but that's as clear as day. "Gwent?"
"Welsh lands," the flicker of disquiet that crosses his face is all you need to know his thoughts on the matter. Welsh and Englishmen must not get along particularly well—though that may very well be something of an understatement.
"Right, right... Well, we're heading to Winchester, do you think you can find your way back from there or...?" You trail off as he stares at you, brows shooting high on his head.
"Winchester. Winchester."
Your eyes flick from side-to-side, "Yes? Is there something wrong with that?"
"It's the capitol of Wessex, the seat of King Alfred's power."
"Yeah."
He blinks, long and slow, before sighing a silent prayer, "Sure, why not, let's just sail right up to Winchester on a viking ship, what could go wrong?"
You snort and roll your eyes, "It'll be fine. Besides, we're not going a-viking so what's the worry?"
"My worry," he begins, "is that they'll shoot first, stab second, and ask never. Maybe they'll pray over our bodies, but, like I said, that's a maybe."
You shrug, not really seeing the problem. "And if we die, then we'll either get back up or we won't."
"You," the word hangs in the air like bait on a fisherman's hook, "will get back up. Me?" An odd flash of jealousy sparks in his eyes as he snorts and presses a hand to his chest, "I'm not so lucky."
"I..." You don't know what to say. It's just not something you've really given much thought to. "I'm sorry, Gabriel."
"For what? For walking a different path then me? You didn't choose to be born Norse, just as I didn't choose to be born English, yet here we are all the same—a Norsewoman and an Englishman." He sighs and lets his head hang. "I... I have something I need to tell you, but I can only tell you it when we get to Wessex, alright? It would be too awkward if I told you before, you know?"
"Alright," you nod, thoughts racing over what he might have to tell you.
"I'll be on the ship, if you need me." He waves his goodbyes and heads towards the Wavedancer, but before he can get far, you call out to him with a question of your own.
"In the lands of the English, what is it they desire most?"
He pauses as the words fall across him like a blanket. He laughs, once, and looks over his shoulder. His eyes, blue as glacial ice, meet your gaze of steel, "We men of Wessex want nothing more then good, strong weapons and cold, dead Norsemen."
You watch him leave, thoughts filled with feelings. A bad yet terribly familiar feeling comes to rest at the bottom of your stomach. Something awful is going to happen, you just know it.
What do you do next?
[ ] Go shopping
-[ ] Write in
[ ] Start sorting through the options for your ship's crew
-[ ] Write in what sort of attributes you're looking for