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[WillowLuman]

(I wouldn't put any looming horrors or conspiracies yet if I were you, though. You're like a half-constructed hideout in the woods, or a small, remote trading post that hasn't done much trading, and are thus yet to be on anyone's radar, so to speak.)

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

(I wouldn't put any looming horrors or conspiracies yet if I were you, though. You're like a half-constructed hideout in the woods, or a small, remote trading post that hasn't done much trading, and are thus yet to be on anyone's radar, so to speak.)

(Except that nearby town and those it has had contact with, but I don't really think the town is large enough to contain a conspiracy/has enough trade for any conspiracy to hear about these people that came from nowhere (and if so, it still needs to check around to find out that we weren't sent by anybody), but I am not sure of the exact size of the town, so I could be wrong.)

[WillowLuman]

(It's pretty much a small rural village, just a couple hundred people at most. They're not big enough to be of much consequence to the world at large, but big enough to trade occasionally.)

[Necrisha]

"Two factors influence my decision on that.  One, I don't want to forget it was there and look up only for it to be in my face.  I tend to flip out when that happens.  The second is more mundane: this world is apparently dwarf fortress, therefore, it is safe to assume that all wildlife wants to kill you in some way, and I'd rather not take the chance that a given individual wouldn't."

"Riiiight." Necrisha says sarcastically as she studies the plants, noting any minute differences between this worlds strawberry plants and the ones she used to look for in the forest behind her grandma's house. She also looks for any variation in leaf shape or growth pattern between the the longland grass or pigtail plants.

 "Anything I should know about the differences between these plants and fully mature ones? A colour change perhaps?"

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

"Riiiight." Necrisha says sarcastically as she studies the plants, noting any minute differences between this worlds strawberry plants and the ones she used to look for in the forest behind her grandma's house. She also looks for any variation in leaf shape or growth pattern between the the longland grass or pigtail plants.

 "Anything I should know about the differences between these plants and fully mature ones? A colour change perhaps?"

"I'm guessing Longland grass behaves like wheat.  Pig tails, since they are used for clothing, I take samples and check the how fibrous the plant is.  Wild strawberries are the only other thing in these plots, and I would expect them to behave similar to how they do in our world.  The other plot is just inside the upper level, with plump helmets, sweet pods and quarry bushes.  Plump helmets I think work like mushrooms, the quarry bushes I'm just letting grow into, what else, bushes and see what happens, and I think sweet pods act like a mix between sugar cane and 'green beans', though I frankly don't have any clue."

[ICBM pilot]

bump

[Erils]

((Sorry about lack of posting. I should get around to it sometime soon))

[ICBM pilot]

ICBM Pilot puts an axe, a spear, a bow, and some arrows in the wagon then asks Cish where the nearest good regions is.

I didn't get a response, so I am reposting this

[WillowLuman]

Cish seemed perplexed. "Good regions? Eh... this regions seems good. Good timber, good soils. I haf only small idea for other regions, I live here. You are leaving?"

[Erils]

Erils was stalking a boar through the woods. He was having nightmares at least once every week now, all about blood and death. Still, he tried to convince himself that they meant nothing. Erils drew closer to the boar, and nocked an arrow on his bow. The arrow he had chosen was the one made out of the boar tooth from earlier. Erils thought it a bit ironic that the arrow he had grabbed was this one, but didn't care too much. He raised his bow and quickly let his arrow fly. The arrow embedded itself into the boar's chest, piercing its heart. Erils aproached as the boar bled its life away. Leaning down, Erils felt a small pang of regret, or was it joy? Deciding not to dwell on it, Erils picked up the boar and started carrying it back to the cave.

[ICBM pilot]

"Where can I find a wild one horned horse?"

[WillowLuman]

"A one horned horse? Is Elfi nonsense. Why would you want to find a one horned horse?"

[ICBM pilot]

"Because they can stab things and we need all the deadly animals we can get to protect us from bandits."

[WillowLuman]

"But a one-horned horse, it just Elfi nonsense as I say. Even if it is real, they say only Elfi know how to tame one. Look, story is, this horse listen to no one. Except maybe the Elfi."

[ICBM pilot]

"I and everyone else here have seen these horses and we have two elves who may be willing to join me, so will you please direct me to the nearest elven forest retreat."