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« on: September 29, 2016, 06:31:15 pm »
Speaking for myself, since I don't know how crafting goes for others, I've noticed that when I craft I typically have some leftover materials I really don't want to take with me when I'm finished, sometimes its cnr resources, or byproducts, or things like extra flasks or molds. Likewise tools, not an issue for someone strong - but we noodley-armed magic types and anyone else not hulked out probably tend to throw away tools after crafting because every 0.5 or 1 pound item adds up fast. We can't leave the extra things in the craft stations, but throwing them away seems unrealistic to me. We can't even usually sell them to the local pawner, since their services are (I think) level-locked, and my surplus craft items that sell for 1 gold are "too rich for their blood." :/ So I wanted to suggest putting in a pair of chests in craft halls, or even just one.. but I was thinking one for tools-only, one for anything else. Then we can leave these things behind where they might be useful to someone, not throwing them away unrealistically, or a character can use them further themselves when they come back if nobody else has.As far as it goes, I'd also recommend turning off the by-product of tanning (glass vials). Dunno about others but I'm generally not set to go make essences right after working with leather, and it doesn't match the other bottles - oils (not tanning, polishing, nor enchanting) don't leave bottles behind.
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« on: November 06, 2012, 09:18:22 pm »
"You stink." came the growl from the shadows.
Elyse blinked, and looked around. The shadowy panther lay there among the bushes at the clearing's edge.
"How did you get here Mrowr?" she asked, flicking her tail in annoyance. She knew she stunk.. that short stocky two-foot had led her through artificial caves filled with unnatural.. things. Destroying them had been good work, but messy and.. yes, stinky work. "Last time I saw you, you were running off to court a mate, and that was an ocean away...?"
"Another male, she with him. Followed you. Hid in the floating den." He stretched unhurriedly, making her wait before he wandered over to her by the campfire. "Now here in new place."
She made a face, grimacing as she looked over at the town nearby. "These two-foots are strange, barbarians. They don't know how to live.. they smell, and make the land around them smell. And they never shut up.. all day, all night.. there's jabber and banging and running around and..."
The panther sniffed at the fish she ad been preparing when he first spoke. "...and it not like home?" She had the distinct impression he was laughing at her then. "It not home - it new place." He then rewarded himself for his pearl of wisdom by swiping one of the fish to chew on.
She hmf'ed softly, "that one's not cooked yet." He didn't answer so she sighed, poking the end of a stick with a spitted fish into the ground so the fish was over the fire. "Its not home... I can't talk to hardly anyone... hey!" She gave the panther a glare at his amused look. "Don't tell me... I know. That's how it always is for you. But I expected at least a few to speak a civilized tongue...."
Mrowr sat up again having made short work of his fish. "You wait. Meet people. Do people-things. Have more friends soon."
She sighed and then hugged her friend, giving him a nuzzle as she purred softly. "You're right. I'm glad you're here, with you I'm not so lonely."
Mrowr turned to her and slurped her face with fish-scented tongue. "You not lonely." He murred, amusedly. "Just stink."
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