Nocturne's Night

Chapter 4: Making Things & Improvements

Back at my camp, I embarked on a week of rigorous labor to elevate my modest shelter into a true home. The once rudimentary refuge gradually transformed into a robust cabin, hewn from solid wooden logs that stood firm against the encroaching wilderness. Inside, I meticulously crafted a snug bed from long sticks, and a sturdy wooden chest emerged, providing ample storage for my gear. A wall-mounted hanger was installed to neatly organize my clothing and weaponry.

With a sense of pride swelling within me, I displayed my newly acquired weapons and arranged my provisions with care, bestowing the cabin with an aura of order and purpose. Surveying my handiwork, I murmured to myself, "It may not be grand, but it's home now."

However, I quickly realized that my stone tools were falling short of my expanding needs. A resolve took root within me to advance my materials. I dedicated myself to tanning the hides of the rabbit beastmen into leather—a painstaking endeavor demanding patience, yet promising significant rewards. "This will be a labor of time, but the results will be worth it," I mused as I set to work.

Two days passed as I painstakingly constructed a medieval clay furnace. I gathered clay from the river and collected stones, working tirelessly to complete the structure. During this process, I uncovered grinding stones that would sharpen my weapons. "These will prove useful," I remarked, examining the stones with satisfaction.

My endeavors bore fruit when I discovered that my inventory capacity of 24 had a threshold of 300 per item. "It's an improvement," I reflected, a hint of disappointment threading my voice, "though I wish it were 999."

With a renewed sense of organization, I crafted a bestiary, diligently sketching the creatures I had encountered in the forest. "I must document what lurks in these woods," I said, adding intricate details to my drawings.

When the clay furnace was finally operational, I set about melting down the iron I had collected from my recent skirmishes. I used all 50 iron-tipped arrowheads, 4 iron-tipped spears, and 4 iron swords to forge new tools. My objective was clear: to create an iron shovel, an iron pickaxe, and iron ingots for future endeavors. "Time to forge some proper tools for a proper craftsman," I grinned as I worked.

Turning my attention to my armor, I repurposed the red leather armor from the rabbit beastmen, combining it with their furs to create a new set of protective gear. This ensemble included a surcoat crafted from rabbit fur and red leather, matching pants, and a leather-furred coat for later use. I dubbed the set "The Red Rabbit Leather Armor," chuckling at the name. "It may sound a bit cringy, but it'll do."

With my camp fortified and my gear upgraded, I felt a profound sense of achievement. Surveying my new armor, I remarked, "This feels like I've stepped straight out of an RPG; I look like a bandit."

Crafted Gear:

Iron Tools:

Iron Shovel

Iron Pickaxe

Miscellaneous Iron Items

Red Rabbit Leather Armor:

Surcoat (Rabbit Fur & Red Leather)

Pants (Rabbit Fur & Red Leather)Leather-Furred Coat

Additional Gear:

Vial Pouch Belt

Regarding the loot I had collected, the 5 pouches of red flammable liquid, resembling thick wax or honey, were stored on the shelves for potential use in improvised Molotov cocktails. "These will be invaluable if I need to make a swift escape," I noted. The 10 vials of red liquid, akin to laboratory test tubes, turned out to be healing potions. After testing one on myself, I confirmed their efficacy, leaving me with 9 healing vials. "These should prove quite handy," I said with a satisfied nod.