First woman appears in the water, naked, smells bad - bad omen. Second woman, got lost, eaten by Yeti, smells strange - bad omen. Third woman appears in a shining cloud, light hair, sword on back, kill cannibals, smells like death - good smell.
After these events, my stick broke - very bad.
When these signs appear, don’t try to eat women, leave the village, save your stick. Here is ours tribal wisdom.
Note: Hope to be on time with Just for Blood by the end of the weekend. First, the Making-of Lost Sisters.
Spoilers : The following text contains spoilers about the Lost Sisters story, and may also contain spoilers about the game itself, which inspired me to write it.
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The Lost Sisters story also began with the Babylon Horde, just like story of the Exiled Jack. You can draw an almost straight line, along which the notes would lie, from the start area to Devil’s Squat where the story ends.
I built all the stories from the end, trying to come up with an interesting ending, so knowing the brutal ending of the Sisters, I added a bit of humor in the middle. The thing that attacked the slave hunters camp was neither a Yeti nor a bear, it was just a werehyena. Between the starting point and the last note is The Den, where you can find werehyenas.
The first of my stories received a screenshot with each text, the Sisters don’t have it anymore, because it seemed to me that not all of them matched the texts. I decided to only add a poster with the title to each story.
The future of the thread...
The future is simple - more texts. I want to combine all the stories so far into one large, unbreakable story. Maybe except for one-pages. They can be used to comment on current events in the game and on the forum. I also want to add characters from other universes, but I will not reveal where they come from - you can try guess for yourself.
I really enjoyed your primary comic section way. I love your stories, but they are more attractive when you add pictures on them. I love the connection of playing and visioning the stories. Maybe you are the one that bravely open your hidden thoughts when you play this game but I believe that almost every player does. This game is so open to these thoughts. Especially when you play solo in your single player. It triggers childish fantasy helping us forget real life problems. @Croms_Faithful is an original single player here, I bet my right arm this happens to him too.
When I got on the ship, pretending to be an old sailor limping on one leg, I began to feel like I was in the old days. Cunning and unstoppable - I could defeat any opponent and satisfy any woman.
As we traveled, I drew a few new islands on the map to change course and poisoned the navigator so he wouldn’t think clearly. When finally the wind began to tear the sails, I was able to step out of my role and make sure we reach the final destination of the ship.
I smashed the oil lamp on the deck boards and pulled out the dagger from my boot. The helmsman’s blood spurted onto my coat. Ship’s rudder dripped by oil quickly caught the fire. There was no turning back. We’ll crash on this damn(!) island - as I planned.
I would be worried if it were not for the fact that I was sinking ships and drifting on the wreckage many times already.
The sea washed ashore entire ship’s cargo. The wind was blowing so hard it ripped off the crew’s clothes - I hadn’t seen as many bare buttocks since the theater brawl when we were about to kidnap a wealthy baron. Instead of that, we blew up the beehive and watched the actors run away. Nevertheless… Though I was prepared for it, the coat had a few new holes. I have to patch them up whenever I have the opportunity.
When the wild dogs chewed the bones of the drowned people, they pounced on us - the sailors, I mean, no wise animal would come near me and my crossbow. My coat pockets hide more than one secret - you know?!
There was a steep hill nearby, and when I climbed it, I realized that I was not pretending to be an old sailor - I am one. As I took a deep breath on the top, I noticed the smoke of a fire in the distance. It’s time to hurry up and steal a horse, or squeeze some information from the natives - I didn’t crash here for vacation, and time is not my ally.
I’ll pay with blood for all my mistakes.
@stelagel I can’t promise that screenshots will appear with all texts maybe with just a few Take a look at the newly added graphics for Lost Sisters (2/7)
I slowly sneak up to the campsite. The natives looked through the loot collected from the wreckage on the beach. I took a few pieces of meat from the fire and untied the horse. However, my attention was caught by a sword with a wavy blade. Calmly I grasped the sword’s hilt and lifted it upwards, the setting sun reflected off its blade, which caught the attention of the looters. The horse ran away, the natives rushed at me, I split one with a strong blow of the sword - it was perfectly balanced.
I started swinging this decorated blade so much that the looters were afraid to come near. I cut off the fringe of the long-haired man - along with a piece of his skull. Then I cut off the hand of the man holding the stick, and cut off the stick from man holding a hammer - I couldn’t stop, it was such a great sword!
When at last only the woman remained, I slowly raised my sword over her head and calmly slipped it into the buckle on the back of my cloak. I spared her, but she wouldn’t let me go - after all, I slaughtered all her companions. She hit me on the face, kicked me, and spat on my shoe. We started struggling and I realized she wanted the sword back - that was all it was, but I didn’t want to get rid of it. The woman finally tore my coat off - I don’t know when our fight turned into hugs and kisses.
I feel young again - my blood is bubbling up like never before.
From now on, all graphics containing at least 6 and a half pixels of human or animal nudity will be clearly blurred - because perfection requires ruthlessness.
We finally broke the language barrier, Ash - that’s the name of the woman who tries to kill me and retrieve that wavy sword every night - told me about the ships that come here. We traveled the western part of the island, collecting clues and searching for information. She also talked about the monsters hidden in the storm. I know she saw something, but she isn’t sure what it was - I wish not to know myself. However, it doesn’t matter.
I finally know where to look for you. When we meet, I’ll hit you in the face and then we’ll talk - it won’t be a pleasant meeting.
If Ash wants to get the sword back, she has to keep following me, and I have to be on my guard - otherwise there will be blood and I’m not sure whose…
I finally found you, when you kindly wake up, I’ll make you read all my journals - so you know how hard it was to find this forgotten island!
Your jaw is hard, my hand hurts, but I don’t regret it - you deserved a beating.
Get ready to meet Ash. She is just as wild like you and cannot be trusted - exactly like you.
The storm is approaching, time is pressing. The secrets are that they don’t like to be hidden forever and you end up paying twice the price for them. Someday you’ll appreciate what I’ve done, maybe you’ll understand why I spilled a whole sea of blood on the way here.
The time has come. A portal to another part of the world has appeared in the sky - this is our exit. We’ll make a fire and fill my coat with warm air. It was hard to wear, but it is not only good armor, but also a means of transport - a balloon.
I calculated everything carefully, if you haven’t gained weight in the last few months, we’ll both get off this damn island! Otherwise, one of us will have to jump out.
We have to leave Ash here, but she’ll be fine - and furious probably.
For your safety, I will bind you, we don’t want surprises and neither rain of blood along the way.
Because I posted only one page last weekend, this time I’ll post more: Just for Blood finale; one-page Break Time!; Thieves Love first page. And next week, I’ll start Chains of Darkness at last.
What in the name of gods is that?! Another portal has appeared in the sky and tentacles are sticking out of it.
Everything went wrong. I had to jump out because I didn’t have time to patch those holes in my coat. The balloon was exhaling and moving rapidly.
I’ve seen tentacles grab you and pull you through the portal. And you are now… I don’t know where, but it’s nothing - I’ll find you even if I have to go through another hell and shed the blood of all demons.
If you want to know where the idea for the balloon came from.
I know it will be a long time before you read this, but I have to write it. I must keep a warm memory of you.
Everything I did, I did for you and I will find you wherever you get lost. I will not stop looking for you, Daughter.
My only concern is that you will not be able to control the strength our family holds. You can summon a power that can stand up to anyone, resist even the gods.
I will prepare myself and let be caught by the tentacles. I will follow where you are.
Blood bonds are the strongest bonds, although they cannot be touched or seen.
I’ll do anything… just for the blood.
This is the end of a story that takes place on that damned island - will it continue elsewhere? Read the following stories carefully. Applause for the male lead role: Beastmaster Teimos - have you noticed it?
Finally, the day has come for a break. I’ve been waiting for that since the fight with the huge crocodile.
We went to the only place where you can dance and get drunk without looking back. But the guard stopped us from entering, saying something about the companions limit. And what happened? She just broke bond with me! She took all my gear and just left me outside!
Others may have followed her because it was easier to survive, I just loved her. Without her, I feel even more naked - furious.
But I will survive it! I will find good weapon, find strong allies, and raid her stronghold in a bloody purge!
Mommy said: “Write down your bad thoughts and they will pass.” - it didn’t help, Mom, it didn’t help…
do you remember how I whispered in your ear that I want to achieve a lot in my life and I know how to do it? I want to be the greatest thief in the world. That’s why I borrowed a few golden statues from you. I will not become a thief if I get married and live the life of a rich baron’s wife.
I hope you understand… Loving Sahana
Looking at the previous series, I see that readers like short stories more. Therefore, I will try to write less pages and publish them as close as possible. All Thieves Love should be published today!
it’s been a long time, I don’t know how I could get away from you then. But the time has come when we’ll finally see each other again.
I didn’t manage to become the greatest thief, but now I have other plans, all related to you. I come back and I will not go away. I thought about you and your strong arms every day.
remember when I said that I would become the most powerful man that everyone is afraid of? I have achieved my goal.
Recently I acquired a relic of an older race that you probably heard about and that’s why you came back. Thanks to this artifact, I was able to make a profitable deal - I am sending people to the underworld.
By memory for the old days, I leave you all the letters you wrote in all those lonely years.
Better if you don’t come back Sahana. Your beloved Baron.
Sahana’s story will be continued in the Corrupted Archive
When I gave my eye to the gods, they spoke to me, showed me what was to happen.
The future is dark, humans will regain the powers of sorcery and the gods will break free from their chains. And Death will become the strongest of the gods.
Only the strongest and cruelest of us will survive… Therefore, I got rid of the limitations and I advise you to do the same.
Though the world has different uses for written paper, they are the currency in this realm. Strange as it may be, each prison has its own rules - and this place is a prison for sure.
At first, I found myself alone in the strange circular chamber. The Archive Keeper (which does not look like a human being) looked down at me, babbling some nonsense (that I didn’t even try to understand) and left. After a few days other prisoners appeared (literally) and shortly after the savior came - old man, dragged us out of the chamber in a hurry.
Exhausted, I stared at this beautifully ornate steel weapon when the old man greeted me with a strong slap to the face and explained our situation: The gods are furious and we are right in the middle of their battle.
I didn’t go with them, I heard a conversation that someone had gone looking for an exit in the darkest part of the underworld. I only ‘borrowed’ the old man’s sword and followed this trail.
The baron who threw me into the Underworld claimed that, like everyone else, I wanted to get here. To find some legendary barbarian - to help him or to take revenge. Then he used an artifact that brought me to the Archive Keeper chamber. But I don’t know this legendary man, I just wanted to get into the baron’s vaults, I don’t care about any hero - although someone recently said I look like him and have exactly the same sword.
Upon inspection, I spotted a map of the entire Underworld on the blade. In order to avoid the caves fully flooded with water, I have to go through the treacherous sandstone red from blood - the favorite areas of robbers, murderers and all kinds of exiles.
These may be the last words I am writing - I am caught by a bunch of lunatics claiming that I am this legendary man. They are led by a one-eyed madman. Surely they want revenge on the barbarian, but they didn’t listen to me, just chained me up and dragged me from red sandstone to the zone where the storm blows endlessly - a storm down here. I hear inhuman screams and thunder.
I overheard that they were preparing an ambush for me - a hero, that is - in the hunting grounds where he was supposed to go.
I’m glad you like them, @stelagel, after all the screenshots were at your request.
Note: Hope to be on time 
with Just for Blood by the end 
of the weekend. 
First, the Making-of Lost Sisters.
Spoilers : The following text contains spoilers about the 
texts. I want to combine all the stories so far into one large, unbreakable story. Maybe 
except for one-pages. They can be used to comment on current events in the game and on the forum. I also want to add characters from other universes, but I will not reveal where they come from - you can try guess for yourself. 
maybe with just a few 
Take a look at the newly added graphics for 
From now on, all graphics containing at least 6 and a half pixels of human or animal nudity 
will be clearly 
Looking at the previous series, I see that readers like short stories more. Therefore, I will try to write less pages and publish them as close as possible. All Thieves Love should be published today! 
Sahana’s story will be continued in the Corrupted Archive 
I’m glad you like them, 