- Location
- In the oldest city on the oldest land
Bjorn Drakeslayers passive actions for turn 1, winter:
Bjorn began to sheepishly make his way to the temporary shelter that served as the jarl's hall. He had little want for farmland, the forest was his field and he hated working the soil. Still, one didn't say no to free land. He would take some piece that no one wanted, build his cabin and grow a small cabbage patch or something. Then no one could call him unmanly and he could get on with his true passion.
by the the time Bjorn arrived at the jarl's lodge much of the best land had already been claimed by others. Bjorn didn't mind and began to look for a suitably isolated area to claim. This effort was hampered by others also choosing faraway, isolated plots. Damn them all, why would anyone want to live in a hilly jungle when there was good clear land available?
When the land division was done and all arguments were settled, with surprisingly little bloodshed, Bjorn began to head to his home-to-be. Passing by a runemaster working on carving some stakes with some runes. Bjorn wondered what kind of wondrous things the runemaster was making but thought better than ask, no way such a prestigious man would give him the time of day much less the secrets of his profession. Maybe Bjorn could ask once he had slaying something truly fearsome, the runemasters often helped make great warriors great weapons after all.
Upon reaching his plot, Bjorn began to make his house as father had taught. He cut the sod of the hills into triangles before piling them up to be his house walls, they wouldn't be pretty but Bjorn cared little, it was unlikely that he would have visitors anyway. After the walls had been built, Bjorn began to furnish his little hut with all the hunters necessities: A rack on the roof to smoke meat in, a place to scrape the hides and a rack to store his bow. With those and the more mundane furnishments done, Bjorn's home was complete. Now it was time to prepare for his next hunt.
Bjorn tested his bow and his arrows, the bow was still fine but a few of the arrow shafts would need replacement. The local wood was strange but functioned well enough for shafts though whether or not it would make bow wood is a question Bjorn couldn't answer, hopefully he wouldn't need to. When his bow and arrows were ready he began to prep the rest of his kit, knife and seax were sharpened, buckles were tightened to reduce rustling and many baths were taken to remove any smells he might carry. Next came his final preparation.
One of the problems that doomed Bjorn's last hunt was his lacking familiarity with this new environment. His many stealth tricks depended upon the local environment to work, there was no moss in these lands for his moss skin camouflage trick to blend in with and the barks of these trees refused his bark skin camouflage trick as well. He would have to rectify these problems quickly and what better way to do that than to gather some of the local plants.
With this in mind Bjorn wandered around his home, gathering any and all that stuck in his eye or stung his legs. Once he was done gathering he began to test them just how father had taught him: first he touched them before seeing if there was a reaction, then he rubbed them on his arms to see if there was a reaction, finally he chewed on them to see if they tasted bad and checked for a reaction.
Any plants that proved either safe or interesting he placed onto a pile he would deliver to the seeress. The mighty lady Gudrun would surely be able to figure out if there was any use for them.
(Idk how much "guy who knows rune" was a seperate job title and how much its just an extra bit of prestige for an existing craftsman. I just treated it like a seperate job)
Bjorn began to sheepishly make his way to the temporary shelter that served as the jarl's hall. He had little want for farmland, the forest was his field and he hated working the soil. Still, one didn't say no to free land. He would take some piece that no one wanted, build his cabin and grow a small cabbage patch or something. Then no one could call him unmanly and he could get on with his true passion.
by the the time Bjorn arrived at the jarl's lodge much of the best land had already been claimed by others. Bjorn didn't mind and began to look for a suitably isolated area to claim. This effort was hampered by others also choosing faraway, isolated plots. Damn them all, why would anyone want to live in a hilly jungle when there was good clear land available?
When the land division was done and all arguments were settled, with surprisingly little bloodshed, Bjorn began to head to his home-to-be. Passing by a runemaster working on carving some stakes with some runes. Bjorn wondered what kind of wondrous things the runemaster was making but thought better than ask, no way such a prestigious man would give him the time of day much less the secrets of his profession. Maybe Bjorn could ask once he had slaying something truly fearsome, the runemasters often helped make great warriors great weapons after all.
Upon reaching his plot, Bjorn began to make his house as father had taught. He cut the sod of the hills into triangles before piling them up to be his house walls, they wouldn't be pretty but Bjorn cared little, it was unlikely that he would have visitors anyway. After the walls had been built, Bjorn began to furnish his little hut with all the hunters necessities: A rack on the roof to smoke meat in, a place to scrape the hides and a rack to store his bow. With those and the more mundane furnishments done, Bjorn's home was complete. Now it was time to prepare for his next hunt.
Bjorn tested his bow and his arrows, the bow was still fine but a few of the arrow shafts would need replacement. The local wood was strange but functioned well enough for shafts though whether or not it would make bow wood is a question Bjorn couldn't answer, hopefully he wouldn't need to. When his bow and arrows were ready he began to prep the rest of his kit, knife and seax were sharpened, buckles were tightened to reduce rustling and many baths were taken to remove any smells he might carry. Next came his final preparation.
One of the problems that doomed Bjorn's last hunt was his lacking familiarity with this new environment. His many stealth tricks depended upon the local environment to work, there was no moss in these lands for his moss skin camouflage trick to blend in with and the barks of these trees refused his bark skin camouflage trick as well. He would have to rectify these problems quickly and what better way to do that than to gather some of the local plants.
With this in mind Bjorn wandered around his home, gathering any and all that stuck in his eye or stung his legs. Once he was done gathering he began to test them just how father had taught him: first he touched them before seeing if there was a reaction, then he rubbed them on his arms to see if there was a reaction, finally he chewed on them to see if they tasted bad and checked for a reaction.
Any plants that proved either safe or interesting he placed onto a pile he would deliver to the seeress. The mighty lady Gudrun would surely be able to figure out if there was any use for them.
(Idk how much "guy who knows rune" was a seperate job title and how much its just an extra bit of prestige for an existing craftsman. I just treated it like a seperate job)
