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Post by Eldorian on Mar 15, 2021 18:29:37 GMT
You can use the hoe to level ground to make a path for the cart.
So far I've just been building a new base with a portal at every mine. When I finish exploiting it, I demolish the essentials and bring the materials needed to rebuild them with me to the new location for resources.
And I have had luck building harbors for ships. I don't think they take damage from the tide if they are just sitting in shallow water.
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Post by Bagpuss on Mar 15, 2021 19:57:47 GMT
We have a ditch round our base with a wooden palisade behind that.
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Post by evileeyore on Mar 15, 2021 21:15:15 GMT
What base defenses can be built? I hear that dry moats can work really well to cut down on some enemies. The rock throwers will still throw rocks though. Put a bridge over moat, with gates. I've read that spikes with torches behind them next to your gates can lure enemies into the spikes instead of attacking the gates. |
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Post by Devoid on Mar 15, 2021 23:50:21 GMT
You can use a pickaxe to dig a trench around a base that is at least as deep as a player is tall. That should render melee attacks moot from Boars, Necks, Graydwarves, Draugar, Skeletons / Rancid Remains, Fulings, trolls, wolves. It does not ensure protection from ranged attacks, nor blobs/oozers (who jump), nor flyers (Drakes, Deathskitos).
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Post by Bagpuss on Mar 23, 2021 9:21:22 GMT
The Saga of Gary and Bob.
So last Friday we all gathered, to board our nice new longboat for the long journey south to find the place to summon Bonemass. The plan was to land somewhere nearby (ideally in meadows or black forest) drop a portal, then use that to form a small base to stock with equipment like potions and food before we ventured into the swamp for the fight.
The seas were calm, and the sky clear with a strong breeze at our backs we made good time, surely this expedition was bless by Odin.
As we approached the lair of Bonemass all we could see was swamps in every direction, but it was near the coast, and luckily we spied an island with birch trees on it. A little patch of meadows, a great place to make camp, so we turned our rudder an made full speed to it. Only then did we notice the tall grass and diminutive green creatures moving among the trees, by then it was too late as they had spotted us too. As we turned the boat their marksman took out our tillerman. Rudderless our ship was destroyed before we knew it the battle that ensued was short and brutal, five dead Vikings (most shot while still in the water) and not a single Furling casualty, our prize ship wrecked in the shallows.
But curse to this eternal shadow of a life, we woke back at our camp with no weapons or armour. We were determined to take back what was ours and take the island from the Furlings. Grabbing our meagre back up weapons we decided to take our smaller boats make a camp in the black forest about 2/3rds of the way to where we had fallen (I had a bronze shield and sword, but most had barely a wooden club). No sooner than we landed in the black forest and established a portal than we were set on from all sides by greydwarves and skeletons. Creatures that would had proved little challenge before took all our skill to fight back and establish our beachhead.
Portal established we took one of our karves and set out to that fated island, our plan to sail past collecting the items floating in the water then retreat setting up a portal on a speck of land nearby barely large enough for workbench. All was going well until as we rounded one island we noticed a furling still swimming in the water near one of the bodies, somehow he found foot hold and started shooting once more, the tillerman the target again. The boat was turned away but he fell, shortly followed by all but our least experienced sailor (Gary the Viking).
While we started planning our third assault, he learned to sail at the most stressful of times. Trapped between the plains and the swamp with little equipment, he was able to recover the parts needed for the portal from my marker, but no wood for a workbench. So he braved the swamps alone, felling a tree and running back to the boat before Draugr and skeletons could catch him. He landed at the tiny speck of land and established the foothold needed for us to claim the island hence forth known as "Bob", from the furlings. [We aren't very good at naming portals]
We split the few needle arrows we had (from a previous disastrous encounter with the plains) and remaining bows between us and were able to take out the Furlings on the island from a distance, before moving in to reclaim our gear and fight a trio of Loxes. We established a fort around greenskins strange stone altar, the first night the Furlings tried to take the island back, but our walls held and we were able to defeat them. The following morning we established a watch post at the far end of the island to ensure they didn't try again.
Thus ends the Saga of Gary and the island of Bob, Bonemass would have to be faced another day...
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Basically our plans went to shit when we encountered a tiny bit of Plains Biome and got massacred, the whole evening was spent recovering our items and dying several times, but we got the little green bastards in the end. Lots of panicked voices over comms and "If you check my marker I have surtling cores, and fine wood. Kabovo has the eyes you need, and wood for the bench.".... "Arrgh found the eyes but no wood!"... "How do you steer this thing?".... "What do you mean I can go backwards? Oh that's handy wish I knew that earlier"
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Post by Devoid on Mar 23, 2021 15:01:17 GMT
While combing the Black Forest for materials I would need for the Swamps ahead, I had stumbled upon an enigmatic figure with his "steed". I expected that such a beast would fiercely protect its territory, but my suspicions were partially assuaged when the cloaked figure bid me welcome as the smoke of his pipe encircled his head. With eyes aglow, he urged me to approach his companion slowly with my open hands outstretched to allow creature to sniff me. The brute seemed to be mostly blind and only turned its head toward me having caught my scent. The man reassured me that his friend was intrigued about the troll-based attire I wore. My apprehension redoubled as the great bulk lumbered toward me. Slowly, it placed its colossal face against my chest and snorted.
The stranger roared with laughter as I fell gracelessly onto my backside, my body covered in goop provided by the gentle giant's sneeze.
"Halstein felt this would help remove the stench of your attire," Haldor chorted while I struggled to extricate myself from the beast's exuberant licking, spluttering for breath after each lap of its massive tongue. "Perhaps I have some accoutrements that may help you in your endeavors. Fancy a trade?"
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