Hinterlands AAR.
Alright, so I have this amusing little game called Hinterlands. Kind of a Diablo clone, mouse is used for everything, but I like it, since you run a frontier outpost for a king who is mildly retarded, and if you’re really lucky you start with Giants or Minotaurs for neighbours.
Settings (for those who care) are as follows:
Difficulty is Hardcore, Game length is Long, so it should be an interesting game. The map is unrevealed and Raiders are on. All resources will be available somewhere on the map, though with my luck the important one (iron) will be way at the back, forcing me to import some.
Extra Info: I won’t be doing pictures. Why? Because **** you, that’s why!
More seriously, it’s because I don’t feel like uploading and editing and all that other stuff. SO you’ll have to make do with the journal entries of Ser Jec.
Entry #1
Entry #2
Entry #3
Entry #4
Entry #5
Entry #6
Entry #7
The Journal of Ser Jec, Knight Errant, ends here, found in the ashes of a burnt manor. The place is littered with corpse, Human, Elvish and Minotaur.
Alright, so I have this amusing little game called Hinterlands. Kind of a Diablo clone, mouse is used for everything, but I like it, since you run a frontier outpost for a king who is mildly retarded, and if you’re really lucky you start with Giants or Minotaurs for neighbours.
Settings (for those who care) are as follows:
Difficulty is Hardcore, Game length is Long, so it should be an interesting game. The map is unrevealed and Raiders are on. All resources will be available somewhere on the map, though with my luck the important one (iron) will be way at the back, forcing me to import some.
Extra Info: I won’t be doing pictures. Why? Because **** you, that’s why!
More seriously, it’s because I don’t feel like uploading and editing and all that other stuff. SO you’ll have to make do with the journal entries of Ser Jec.
Entry #1
Well, here I am. I see that the outpost from the last expedition is still here, but I should take a day or two to clean it up and make it somewhat liveable again. Not that I’ll be spending much time in it, what with all those damn monsters hanging around. Well this is what I get for annoying Ser Perior. Doesn’t make him any less of an ******* but then again, what can I do about it? Killing every ****ing monster in this little ****hole and make it safe for settlers just to show him that I can seems like a good start.
Alright, I’ve gotten everything ready. Time to take inventory. I got my short sword, some reinforced leather armor, and a shield. And the five coins left over from that purchase. Oh well, I’m a dangerous man with a weapon, and a tough bastard to boot. Should be enough, though I gotta find a way to entice some farmers out here or face starvation in a matter of days. With this in mind, I set out to kill some poor luckless wolves who had the misfortune to make their home a little too close to my new town. Sorry, little bastards and *****es but I can’t have you getting bigger and stealing my food and killing my livestock now, can I? Besides, your fur is worth a bit of money and I’ll need that to advertise the town and bring some farmers out here.
Entry #3
Well that was quick. The first den wasn’t too bad, and I headed back to town to drop off my loot. Can you believe that these guys had hidden a treasure chest in their little cave? Me neither. Got a pair each of healing draughts and daggers. Healing potions are useful immediately. Daggers not so much, but hey, it’s a start. Plus I think I saw some traces of Iron a little further out. I’ll check it out after I’ve cleared the area immediately around the town. Of course, by town, I mean my puissant little house, but it’s all I’ve got.
Entry #4
Well ain’t this just ****ing great? As it turns out, I did manage to find a farmer, but he’s not making enough food for both of us, and he refuses to enlarge his farm (because we definitely don’t have enough spare land around here) until I have a more impressive house. Little ****er. I need at least another 32 gold to do that, and only three days to get it in. ****.
Oh, and you know what else? I found the iron mine. Yeah, I said mine, since these ****ing Dark elves have set up shop there. I killed one of them before I got a message telling me about a raiding party that was coming to take my meagre belongings. Well, at least these monsters let me know they’re coming to steal my stuff. And of course, it’s a trio of minotaurs. Goddamn mother****ing cows! Well, at least I managed to learn a couple things from them. Namely how to handle my defensive play, and more importantly, field medicating myself after I somehow managed to kill the last one. Time to keep looking for gold, or else I’ll starve.
Oh, and you know what else? I found the iron mine. Yeah, I said mine, since these ****ing Dark elves have set up shop there. I killed one of them before I got a message telling me about a raiding party that was coming to take my meagre belongings. Well, at least these monsters let me know they’re coming to steal my stuff. And of course, it’s a trio of minotaurs. Goddamn mother****ing cows! Well, at least I managed to learn a couple things from them. Namely how to handle my defensive play, and more importantly, field medicating myself after I somehow managed to kill the last one. Time to keep looking for gold, or else I’ll starve.
Entry #5
Well, it’s been a hectic few days. Killed off all the Dark Elves around the mine, so now I have the Iron the so kindly mined, refined and processed for me. I also took a look in the other direction of my new town. You want to know what kind of neighbours I have?
In the West there are Dark Elves and probably something worse. In the North I’ve got Undead beings and Minotaurs. In the east I have Orcs and more Minotaurs. ****ing Awesome, isn’t it? Oh, and I almost forgot the south. That’s where my town is, but for some reason, a ****ing Musician decided that a town with a manor(that’s what I can call my newly refurbished house, by the way) and a single farm desperately needed his talents. I haven’t booted him out yet because I’m hoping some raiders will kill his stupid ass.
One bright point is that I managed to scrape together enough cash to upgrade both my buildings. Which was good, because another day and I would have been forced to leave or starve. Then the king decides that now is the perfect time to send me a request. He demands ten sacks of grain. I have four. He gives me five days, which is really nice of him. Oh, and he suggested that if I didn’t, then someone just might get less attention for his exploits in the Imperial Gazette. Not that I said anything like that to the messenger.
My mood was only improved when I discovered a group of young minotaur bulls squatting around a large fire. All of them were smoking something they had wrapped in leaves. All of them were giggling like idiots. It seems I had found a Herb field.
Twenty minutes of stabbing later, and I had a seat, enjoying the some of the ever so thoughtfully arranged Herbs, before bringing a stock back to the Manor. It does have medicinal purposes too, so I might be able to use some to bring in a specialist, who can make me some more potions.
In the West there are Dark Elves and probably something worse. In the North I’ve got Undead beings and Minotaurs. In the east I have Orcs and more Minotaurs. ****ing Awesome, isn’t it? Oh, and I almost forgot the south. That’s where my town is, but for some reason, a ****ing Musician decided that a town with a manor(that’s what I can call my newly refurbished house, by the way) and a single farm desperately needed his talents. I haven’t booted him out yet because I’m hoping some raiders will kill his stupid ass.
One bright point is that I managed to scrape together enough cash to upgrade both my buildings. Which was good, because another day and I would have been forced to leave or starve. Then the king decides that now is the perfect time to send me a request. He demands ten sacks of grain. I have four. He gives me five days, which is really nice of him. Oh, and he suggested that if I didn’t, then someone just might get less attention for his exploits in the Imperial Gazette. Not that I said anything like that to the messenger.
My mood was only improved when I discovered a group of young minotaur bulls squatting around a large fire. All of them were smoking something they had wrapped in leaves. All of them were giggling like idiots. It seems I had found a Herb field.
Twenty minutes of stabbing later, and I had a seat, enjoying the some of the ever so thoughtfully arranged Herbs, before bringing a stock back to the Manor. It does have medicinal purposes too, so I might be able to use some to bring in a specialist, who can make me some more potions.
Entry #6
So I decided that beating the **** out of Dark Elves would be a lot easier than Minotaurs. So I headed East and delivered the biggest ass kicking the land has ever seen! Lots of fun until I got back home and found the Kings messenger waiting for me. Grudgingly I handed over the demanded food. And you know what? Bastard whistled and out run a half dozen people. Another farmer, a huntsman, a guy who knew his way around a workshop and best of all a mercenary dumb enough to come out here. Of course I had to pay for all their housing but still, it was great.
Filled with enthusiasm, I decided that it was time to do something about that Minotaur base. Let’s see how that goes.
Filled with enthusiasm, I decided that it was time to do something about that Minotaur base. Let’s see how that goes.
Entry #7
Jesus****ingchrist. That is the only way to describe what happened. I got there, killed their lookout and then proceeded to charge into the mass of angry bulls. Bad idea, since the local warlord wasn’t exactly fitting into what I pictured him to be. He was at least three feet taller than the rest of his troops, and I had to run away before I resembled nothing more than a smear on the landscape.
Now that I think about it, this base must be a sort of proving grounds for the younger bulls, a way to let them train and have fun. If that’s true, then I’ve got one hell of a fight coming up the further north I go.
I was just about to go beat up some Dark Elves to make myself feel better when that damn messenger shows up again. This time the King wants twenty sacks of grain and five slaughtered deer. Luckily I managed to find a game forest for my Huntsman to muck around in, so I should be able to fulfill his increasingly stupid requests.
Now that I think about it, this base must be a sort of proving grounds for the younger bulls, a way to let them train and have fun. If that’s true, then I’ve got one hell of a fight coming up the further north I go.
I was just about to go beat up some Dark Elves to make myself feel better when that damn messenger shows up again. This time the King wants twenty sacks of grain and five slaughtered deer. Luckily I managed to find a game forest for my Huntsman to muck around in, so I should be able to fulfill his increasingly stupid requests.
The Journal of Ser Jec, Knight Errant, ends here, found in the ashes of a burnt manor. The place is littered with corpse, Human, Elvish and Minotaur.
