I'm glad some of you enjoyed reading my previous post. I thought I'd share a little of my recent adventures.
After my escape from the cannibals, I decided to go anywhere but north. I saw the ocean, I swam in its acidic waters, and I nearly died stealing Beak Thing eggs. Just your regular day in Kenshi, but then I decided to enter
The Swamp...
The walk to its largest city -- Shark -- was fairly tranquil. I saw
Swamp Turtles and River Raptors, and marveled at the wildlife here. Both seemed content to ignore me as I passed.
Shark itself was busy with life. Merchants yelled out to sell their swamp drugs and fish. There were places of commerce all around. They even cultivated their own crops. One of the bars had an
interesting sign. And nobody called me a flatskin!
This is a place I could live in!
I'd come to regret that thought in the following the days. You see, there is something they don't tell you about the swamps -- the Blood Spiders. These things are vicious. They'll spot you a mile away and rip you to shreds. And once they've done that, they'll proceed to suck the life out of you. I once saw one rip someone's arm clean off!
Throughout the next few days I'd meet new companions, explore my surroundings, and run away from Blood Spiders. The few times I did have to fight them were horrific. I count myself lucky I still have all of my limbs.
As awful as it was, I came to understand
The Swamp. The Swamp Turtles roam peacefully, but are hunted by us for their meat. We grow crops and think our walls will protect us, but the Blood Spiders still find a way. And the River Raptors eat what is left of Blood Spider corpses and our crops. Not even Shark was safe, as it was common occurrence to see Blood Spiders break through.
Only the strongest survive here, and that's not me. Let's get the fuck out.
I packed up my things for the long trip ahead, and
just as I was about to leave nature comes knocking... The River Raptors aren't my problem, I'm getting out while I still can.
I thought it wise to hire some help, and little do they know, they're going to
earn those cats. Meet the Mercenaries.
Nature it seems did not want to let us go. Seconds after leaving Shark...
Already we'd suffered significant wounds. Green and the Escaped Servant's limp were sure to slow us down. The journey wasn't easy or quick, and the Mercenaries certainly earned their pay fending off several attacks along the way.
We were nearly there when the Mercenaries rushed off out in the distance. I didn't even have time to see who they were attacking when I saw something else... Blood Spiders, and a lot of them. I panicked and ran, I was in no condition to fight, and I thought I could get away, but someone didn't make it. The Escaped Servant's previous wounds slowed him down too much. There was nothing I could do without risking everyone's life. He had escaped cannibals only to now be sucked dry by Blood Spiders...
I don't know what happened to the Mercenaries, but the swamp was behind us now.