settings.
Your award for this achievement:
+0.5% to the quality of weapon you make.
+1% to a successful chance to make a weapon.
Another doubtful achievement. I’ve never fancied crafting weapon by my own hands. It’s much easier to buy it or ‘to take’ from a monster. Grabbing the staff by two hands I peered at it and immediately got all the required information:
An oak stick. Two-handed weapon. Hit: 4-8. Hit type: splitting-up. Durability: 29/30
Hrmph… it doesn’t amount to a poorish combat staff. No bonuses for attack or attributes. Just a ponderous and unbalanced stick that can be useful if you want to hit your enemy’s impudent head or any other part of the body. That’s not actually bad. A level is known by its weapon. It’s fair. Adding my new weapon to the small treasure I’ve got lying on the bench I sat down nearby and started looking around lazily and smelling in expectation flavors of the food being cooked coming from the open door. A caravan of ‘new-born’ gamers dragging behind the fence never ended. They were spinning their head from one side to another in curiosity and admired loudly the vividness of the virtual world continuing their way without stopping. The hostess who had invited me for dinner usually waited for gamers at the entrance and offered them to mend their clothes in exchange for a little service, but at the moment the lady was busy fussing around the kitchen, and it was a total bummer for gamers. But if they are really eager to fell a withered oak – let them wait for their turn, I don’t mind! They won’t wait for a long time – a couple of days, no more… ahem…
The hostess didn’t hurry at all. I managed to visit the well once again to drink absolutely all the water left in the bucket, to recover some more life points and to eliminate my fatigue completely.
Some cackling hens broke out from the henhouse that I hadn’t noticed before, soon they dispersed around the yard and I was about to look at them predator-like when the hostess wrapped in the cloud of flavorous steam emerged from the house and put two bowls full of food in front of me.
There was thick nourishing broth in one of them and something like porridge consisting of chalky overcooked cereal in the second. It smelled awesome. A capacious spoon was handed to me and I wired into the meal hungrily feeling that every swallowed piece gave me the increase of life points.
I burnt up the table like a powerful bulldozer leaving only the bowls licked clean and shining on it – how did I manage not to gobble them up, I wonder? But my life points increased by almost eighty per cents. My energy was bubbling over.
- Oh, good boy! Such a pleasure for the lady-cook, you haven’t left a single bit on your plate! – the hospitable hostess was radiating delight while picking up empty plates from the table. – Now you can set off without any hesitation! You’ll be able to cover any path!
- Thank you for lunch, madam – replied I in tune to her – But actually I’m not going to set off so far! There is so much work to do left here.
You should have seen the amazed face of the hostess at that moment – an astonishing scene!
- Work?
- Sure, madam! Five trees haven’t disappeared yet – I assured her nodding at the withered oaklings standing align. – I’ll move on to them right now. Don’t you mind?
- I don’t mind, I never mind it! – babbled the amazed lady dropping the pile of my clothes back on the bench. – I’ll be happy if you do it! But I have nothing else to pay you for your kindness!
Is it a trial? Gamers quite rarely help NPCs for free. Particularly in routine boring quests that don’t imply a rapid increase of your level or plenty of goodies. It can be. But anyway I haven’t received any information about the completion of the quest, the hostess isn’t sending me away from the yard… so,
Your award for this achievement:
+0.5% to the quality of weapon you make.
+1% to a successful chance to make a weapon.
Another doubtful achievement. I’ve never fancied crafting weapon by my own hands. It’s much easier to buy it or ‘to take’ from a monster. Grabbing the staff by two hands I peered at it and immediately got all the required information:
An oak stick. Two-handed weapon. Hit: 4-8. Hit type: splitting-up. Durability: 29/30
Hrmph… it doesn’t amount to a poorish combat staff. No bonuses for attack or attributes. Just a ponderous and unbalanced stick that can be useful if you want to hit your enemy’s impudent head or any other part of the body. That’s not actually bad. A level is known by its weapon. It’s fair. Adding my new weapon to the small treasure I’ve got lying on the bench I sat down nearby and started looking around lazily and smelling in expectation flavors of the food being cooked coming from the open door. A caravan of ‘new-born’ gamers dragging behind the fence never ended. They were spinning their head from one side to another in curiosity and admired loudly the vividness of the virtual world continuing their way without stopping. The hostess who had invited me for dinner usually waited for gamers at the entrance and offered them to mend their clothes in exchange for a little service, but at the moment the lady was busy fussing around the kitchen, and it was a total bummer for gamers. But if they are really eager to fell a withered oak – let them wait for their turn, I don’t mind! They won’t wait for a long time – a couple of days, no more… ahem…
The hostess didn’t hurry at all. I managed to visit the well once again to drink absolutely all the water left in the bucket, to recover some more life points and to eliminate my fatigue completely.
Some cackling hens broke out from the henhouse that I hadn’t noticed before, soon they dispersed around the yard and I was about to look at them predator-like when the hostess wrapped in the cloud of flavorous steam emerged from the house and put two bowls full of food in front of me.
There was thick nourishing broth in one of them and something like porridge consisting of chalky overcooked cereal in the second. It smelled awesome. A capacious spoon was handed to me and I wired into the meal hungrily feeling that every swallowed piece gave me the increase of life points.
I burnt up the table like a powerful bulldozer leaving only the bowls licked clean and shining on it – how did I manage not to gobble them up, I wonder? But my life points increased by almost eighty per cents. My energy was bubbling over.
- Oh, good boy! Such a pleasure for the lady-cook, you haven’t left a single bit on your plate! – the hospitable hostess was radiating delight while picking up empty plates from the table. – Now you can set off without any hesitation! You’ll be able to cover any path!
- Thank you for lunch, madam – replied I in tune to her – But actually I’m not going to set off so far! There is so much work to do left here.
You should have seen the amazed face of the hostess at that moment – an astonishing scene!
- Work?
- Sure, madam! Five trees haven’t disappeared yet – I assured her nodding at the withered oaklings standing align. – I’ll move on to them right now. Don’t you mind?
- I don’t mind, I never mind it! – babbled the amazed lady dropping the pile of my clothes back on the bench. – I’ll be happy if you do it! But I have nothing else to pay you for your kindness!
Is it a trial? Gamers quite rarely help NPCs for free. Particularly in routine boring quests that don’t imply a rapid increase of your level or plenty of goodies. It can be. But anyway I haven’t received any information about the completion of the quest, the hostess isn’t sending me away from the yard… so,
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