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Book of Barg.txt
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From the book of Barg:
Today the day 38 in this paradise world of Odin we call Valheim, me and Morg came across a greyling
that seemed to be interested in one of the silver necklaces we just dug up from an old grave.
We tossed the necklace on the ground and it slowly approached us. After yet another necklace was tossed to
the greyling it followed us back to the camp. Morg managed to train it to refill the kiln without burning
itself to bad and fed it with resin. Tomorrow I will try to show it how to work the smelter.
Soon the enslavement can be perfected.
From the book of Barg:
Today the day 41 in this paradise world of Odin we call Valheim. Morg tried to train the Greyling to pick up Kiln output coal and place them in a nearby chest.
This seem to confuse the feeble creature to the extent that it started to feed everything it found into out fire pit and we had to terminate the pore creature before the entire camp stood in flames.
We will have to limit the complexity of tasks for these creatures in the future.
From the book of Barg:
Today the day 42 in this paradise world of Odin we call Valheim, me and Morg gave the two greylings the names Berith and Dumbass. We think one is female but cannot really tell them apart,
except from a sense of identity we can feel when moving up close to them. The naming caused some misunderstanding when me and Morg was trying to use different names, but an improvement in our sense of identity
sorted this problem just fine.
Another improvement in the Greyling training is that we have trained them to not hast into a task without thinking it through. We noted that this improved the quality of their work, even if it results in a slower progress.
From the book of Barg:
Today the day 43 in this paradise world of Odin we call Valheim. This morning we woke up and both Berith and Dumbass, as we now call the greylings, were gone. We soon realized that there were no resin left for them to eat.
After several hours of searching we found Berith hiding in some bushes, but Dumbass were never found. They blend in good in the nature and when tame they don't attack as they do when wild, so it is hard to find them.
This problem will have to be addressed before escape greylings is starting to create problems in Eikthyr forest.
From the book of Barg:
Today the day 45 in this paradise world of Odin we call Valheim. Today I realized that the Greylings are far more adaptable then expected.
Already after a short period among us they tend to look in chests and houses for food rather then wondering of into the forest. By encouraging this behavior the need for fencing might be limited in the future.
Another discovery of this adaptation was when Morg, enraged of Sig's overenthusiastic farting, throw his axe on Stig. To our surprise Stig looked a bit afraid from being hurt, but showed almost no sign of damage.
We thought the rich amount of resin in their food made them harder, but pitching Stig against a skeleton killed him as easy as any other greyling. This must be an adaptation to the environment we did not count on.
More experiments might help us understand this behavior better, but now we will hunt some Boar for this evening barbeque.
From the book of Barg:
Today the day 48 in this paradise world of Odin we call Valheim. After building our first bee-hive I tried to get NewStig to harvest the honey.
I am sad to report that there is no more bee-hive and NewStig were running in panic into the Fire and died. It seems like the newly developed urban adaptation does not include fire.
It seems like the greylings have problem of understanding that there are living creatures in the bee-hive and react as if the yellow moving mass is some kind of strange fire.
We will have to keep them away from the bee-hives in the future.
From the book of Barg:
Today the day 56 in this paradise world of Odin we call Valheim. Today Me and Morg traveled out into the vast planes in the south.
We there encountered a new Biome where evil mosquitos, herds of wildebeest's and the fuling clans dwell.
The Fuling seems like a smart creature and I fear we will have to tread carefully across their land to not meet an early end to our adventures.
Morg is still tending to his wounds and I suspect we need better plans and preparations before we venture further into the land of the Fulings.
From the book of Barg:
...heard an innovative string of curses from Morg when one of the greylings snatched some ore from the chest he was looking into. Seems we need to teach them some manners.
Later today Morg found Tomas hiding behind a birch some ways away from our settlement, the creature had been standing there so long that a family of mice had taken up residence in a crevice in its back.
I wonder how many more of our presumably lost critters is lurking about out of sight. Some experiments to find a way to call them back is needed.
I spent most of the day repairing stuff around the settlement, it is tedious work.
I gave up trying to teach the greylings as they could not even hold the hammer properly. But I have another creature in mind, one that has a hammer built in. Need to figure out a way to approach it ..
From the book of Barg:
Today the day 62 in this paradise world of Odin we call Valheim, I managed to teach the Greylings to answer to a whistle call.
We soon realized that the greylings are spreading things we teach them between each other, because Brynäs and Slagpåse both came wondering when we were training.
Morg will move out into the forest and try the call tomorrow. Maybe Berith and Jackass are still out there, If we did not kill them. All greylings and names are somewhat mixed in my memory.
From the book of Barg:
Today the day 63 in this paradise world of Odin we call Valheim, Me and Morg decided to stop the education of all tamed Greylings.
Any Viking who want the greyling to perform a task will have to show the greyling the task itself. As you will notice they wont learn any task, but you can at least set them on separate tasks.
From The book of Barg:
Today the day 65 in this paradise world of Odin we call Valheim. Today Huginn must have whispered in his masters ear about my earlier thoughts.
I was foraging in the dark forest when I came upon a tower ruin that was in pretty good condition. But what was inside was the greater supprise.
An enourmous greydwarf was trapped inside the tower, to large to fit its arched doorway. It must have been in there since it was a mere sapling.
This was the perfect opportunity to find a way to make the creature docile enough to use as labor around the settlement.
Many hours and many attempts later Morg brought what would be they key to success, Dandelions.
This pretty little weed seemed to bring peace to the mind of the giant creature and soon enough it had settled down. I named it Brutus and we had to tear down a wall in the tower to get it out.
Almost giddy with excitement we soon discovered what I had hoped to be true, it could use its rock-fist as a hammer and showed great skill when it came to repairing worn down structures.
It is truly a remarkable world that Odin has put us upon!
From the book of Barg:
Today the day 68 in this paradise world of Odin we call Valheim.
Morg figured that if Greylings can be taught, maybe they can be untaught?
After some debate we dicided that a real fright might make them forget.
Morg hid behind a corner and then jumped out at Åke screaming his fiercest battlecry.
We still dont know if it worked though, as far as I know Åke is still running.
Perhaps the easiest way is to put them out of their misery.
From the book of Barg:
Today 100 days has passed since Odin put us on this faschinating world.
There has been hardship and strife but also much wonder.
The last couple of weeks we have been busy trying to figure out how to tame the Greydwarf.
After watching them nearly be stung to death when trying to get at a bee nest it became clear to us.
Loaded with honey we managed to tame not one but three Greydwarfs.
The creature really has a sweet tooth, after it got into our food chest it will not eat anything but Morgs best jam,
good thing that Morg managed to teach it to pick berries.
Speaking of teaching, the greydwarf is a remarkably intelligent and orderly creature.
They remember the content of chests and will pickup things from the ground and put them in matching chests.
Morg even managed to upset it by making a mess in one of the chests so now it will take whatever is in that chest and
sort in others.
But my greatest supprise was when it watched me noting the content of a chest on a sign.
From that day on it would only put the things noted on the sign inside the chest, it had learned to read!
This world never cease to amaze me, now I just got to teach Morg to read aswell.