Ok, this is my first registered-version character. We'll see what happens to him.

Bloke was a normal 16-year-old boy. His parents wanted him to start living on his own, so they gave him his fathers skramasaksi, some fishing equipment and some food and sent him on his way. Bloke started looking for a place to build his home. He travelled around the nearby woods for many hours. Then he had to take a break and eat.

As he was eating his bread by a river, he heard a curse! He only had time to turn around - the source of the curse, a Njerpez warrior, was right there behind him. Bloke wielded his knife. Before he had time to do anything else, the Njerpez attacked. Bloke did the best he could, but the evil bandit was too strong. Eventually he collapsed - a warm sensation overwhelmed him and he went unconscious. He woke up moments later and thought he was dead. But he wasn't.

The Njerpez was just toying with him - so sure about his strength that he didn't kill Bloke when he was down. Bloke could see the bandit just standing there, a few meters away from him, not paying attention to him. He couldn't move without leaving a lot of stuff behind. With only his knife, shoes and leather leggins, food and a fishing rod, he crawled away and hid himself. The angry villain found him several times, but always he could find a way to get away and hide again. It was a game of cat and mouse - until Bloke finally lost his follower.

Badly wounded and barely able to move, Bloke dragged himself to the lakeshore, bandaged his worst wounds and started a painful journey towards his home village. A day of pain and agony later he was there. He went to a cottage and slept.

It took him 5 days until he was able to walk, and even then he couldn't carry much. Those 5 days he spent carving decorations to any wood items he could come by. But now he could walk. He gave decorated wood items as gifts to the villagers for taking care of him and giving him food. He had paid his debt. Now he had only one goal in his life: REVENGE!!

-part 2-

Bloke decided to build a place to live. He didn't want to build a cottage yet, just a small sauna, as he still felt too weak for a big building project. He searched around the village; he needed an axe. But nobody had one, and this was the only village he knew of. He had to make his own - but all he could make was a crude stone axe. That had to be enough.

He found a nice little spot and made the groundwork for his sauna. But then came the hard part - making logs. His pathetic stone axe was just not good enough for the job. It took him several hours to fall down just one tree, and two weeks just to get one piece of wall up. But those two weeks went by easily, because he was a good fisherman. He also had good luck.

One day, when he had just run out of food, he was on his way to the village to get some bread. But on the way, he stumbled upon a group of beavers. "What a great chanse" he thought. He tried to sneak, but that wasn't really needed. He caught one of the beavers and slashed at it with his knife. The beaver squeaked in pain and fell down. One finishing blow and the beaver was dead. The other beavers ran away, but this one had enough meat for many days, so Bloke didn't bother to chase them.

Back in his unfinished sauna he roasted the meat. It was delicious and filling, and there was plenty of it. Clearly the spirits were on his side.

-part 3-

Beaver meat lasted almost until the end of the month. Bloke's sauna was now 1/4 done, he was out of food and naked. He had lost almost all his clothes fighting the bastard Njerpez, and the rest of them he traded for a handaxe - so desperately he wanted one. He barely survived another week by fishing, but then he got lucky again: a badger was minding it's own business while Bloke snuck on it and after a short chase, managed to kill it with a few knife-slashes. He skinned it, and took the meat.

Just as Bloke had got the badger skin laying nicely on a riverbank, he heard a familiar sound behind him. A furious Njerpez punk was approaching him! Remembering his last rendez-vous with these barbarians, he wanted to squeeze his hands around that greasy Njerpez's neck and kick his hairy arse, but he knew that he couldn't. Not yet. So he ran.

Bloke was angry with himself. Why it had to be like this? He wanted to be strong and powerful, so he could show the Njerpez who's the boss. He wiped the tears from his eyes and went to the nearest village, where he slept.

The next day he remembered the badger skin he left behind. He wondered if the Njerpez idiot had taken it. As soon as he finished breakfast, he headed straight to the place where he left that skin. He had a shelter there, too. He found the skin where he had left it. It was now cured - though poorly. He took it. At the same moment, the Njerpez warrior appeared from behind the trees and ran after him. Again Bloke had to run for his life! The bad guy tried to stab him a couple of times, shouting curses at him, but he managed to dodge. Fortunately he was fast - and the Njerp-idiot lost his interest.

Bloke decided to get a bow and learn to be a good shooter.

-part 4-

Bloke had survived over a month. His sauna was starting to look more than just a few pieces of wall. He had run out of food many times, but always managed to stumble upon some poor unsuspecting animal - beavers, squirrels, badgers... but one day Bloke got really lucky. He had just run out of food yet again, so he headed towards the village. On the way he came accross a herd of reindeer. He selected a young one as his target and began chasing it.

The herd scattered and took off running, but Bloke managed to catch up on one of them. With beast-like ferocity he slashed with his skramasaksi, and again. And again - until the large animal was down. The other reindeer didn't like this at all - the whole herd started to approach him angrily. "Uh-oh!" he thought, and felt the painful strike of antlers against his arm. Everything went black.

When he woke up, the reindeer were gone, except the one he had killed. He got so excited about the huge pile of food before him, that he forgot to take the skin! That made him sad afterwards, but not for long as he had enough meat to feed a whole village. His cellar had never before been this full.

-part 5-

For almost three months Bloke had survived well on his own. His sauna had provided him several refreshing baths, and the forest provided him with plenty of food. It was now the end of August - only a couple of months to winter. Bloke had a decent pile of firewood at his sauna and lots of fur to keep him warm. Luck had always been on his side, and he was ready for winter.

On his way back from a trading trip that all changed, though. He had traded three fox traps for a net to catch fish with. As he was happily walking through a forest, he bumped into a familiar but unwelcome sight. A dark-haired, bearded man dressed in red, armed with a nasty looking sword and grinning menacingly - a Njerpez warrior had snuck on him. Bloke noticed a scar on his face; no doubt this was the same guy who almost beat him to death three months ago!

But this time Bloke didn't want to escape - not that he even could, as he was carrying a lot and the Njerpez was right in front of him - no, this time it was either kill or be killed. He took his knife and braced himself, as the bad guy charged. The Njerp was quick and strong - the first hit struck Bloke like lightning. His hand went numb and he lost his grip of his knife. This gave the crook enough time to strike again, this time a quick stab at Bloke's abdomen. Fortunately his armor was enough to protect his intestines from falling out.

Bloke fought ferociously, but still the Njerpez was winning. Bloke realized he could not win, so he tried to run away - but he was too fatigued. He stumbled and fell to the ground, continuing on crawling like a pathetic animal, dropping all his belongings, but still didn't manage to hide from the menacing Njerpez who was just laughing at him. He felt cold iron sinking into his flesh, but that cold feeling soon turned to warmth - his blood running in streams accross his back. He realized how comfortable this warm and numb sensation was, and he wanted to sleep.

He dragged his body forward one final inch, and then everything was black.

-the end-

Nice! I just had a similar experience....mugged and left for dead. But I lived..only to be killed two weeks later by an angry lynx. Good luck...kill those red boogers!

Just continued the story. I'm now at day 21, still unable to find a decent axe. I found another village, but it seems that the area I'm in is very scarcely populated. Lots of hills and forest, not much water.

edit: lol, I just noticed that he's naked, wearing only leather shoes. That should have some influence on interactions with NPC:s... I'm imagining the villagers saying something like "Eww, put some clothes on!" when I talk to them :D

edit 2: Oh well, now the shoes are gone too :D (I found a third village and there was a guy who had a handaxe... gave him 4 decorated staffs and my shoes for it.)

Had to stop playing for a while because of this: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/7082795.stm

Some maniac was shooting at a school in a town called Tuusula, here in Finland.

edit 3: About that reindeer incident... I only got a tiny bruise to my forearm, but still went unconscious?! Stupid... and does food last forever in a cellar? There are huge amounts of roasted reindeer now, will they ever spoil if I keep them in the cellar?

Good Lord....


And get some clothes on! Sheesh... :P

Hey, that's a great story, keep us updated!

Ok, the reindeer meat spoiled now... <_< about 80 pieces of roasted meat wasted :(

edit:

So, that was it then.

Bloke of Seal-tribe (survived 85 days)
Wounded by Njerpez warrior, You never regained consciousness.
Average skill mastery: 30% Wandered around: 514,8 kilometers altogether

There was no way to escape from him this time. Contrary to my story, I actually tried to escape first but there was a formation of trees preventing fast getaway. I was forced to try my luck at fighting him.

I had a really nice place there with a sauna and a few turnips growing, although it was a bit too far from any villages. 4 kilometers to the nearest but that village didn't have anything good in the stores, and the next one was maybe 10 kilometers away. There were 2 caves, where I got most of my clothing.

My last kill was a bull that had wandered next to my sauna, I could've stayed there a long time before having to hunt again, but that idiot Njerpez guy had to come and ruin it...