Scarhoof’s Scribbles #013

Did you know they would try to contact him?

I thought as much.

What should we do?

Wait for him to make his first move.


Dear August,

Did you process the last missive?

Lot to take in? It was a lot to write and I’m not done with it.

Disoriented, I wandered around my mine for a bit, trying to make sense of it all. Who keeps doing this to me? It has to be the V.E.G.A.N.S, right? They’ve shown that they are willing to do mercilious things to me, but so far they have never breached my structures.

I poked around in what used to be the den of zombies, looking for anything to clue me in to what had happened. Sadly, everything had been smoothed over and covered. There was no evidence of the previous room, other than the spawner, being there. I can’t tell you how many times I ran my hands over those smooth walls where I know there used to sit decaying cobblestone.

It just doesn’t make sense.

Heading back up-top I found another note to me in my enchanting room, telling me to follow my dreams or something like that. What does that even mean? I’ve always had aspirations of being a world-class chef, but I doubt this is what they are talking about here.

In order to get my mind off the stress of the last few events in my life, I decided the best thing was to get back to work on the fishing hut. Dive into some manual and mental labor to clear my mind and wipe the slate clean.

I cleaned out my bags, grabbed up some fresh materials and tools, and headed out.

And there they were.

V.E.G.A.N.S.

They just can’t leave well enough alone, can they?

Well…I could go on but I’ve already beaten that horse to death. I need to just ignore them. Once I’m done here, I’m definitely going to go look for them. I’ll give myself a day or two to calm down and then go hunting.

It’s time to end this.

Oh, yeah. I worked on the fishing hut. Not much else to say about it. My mind was somewhere else. It’s functional, but needs some work.

I think I will sleep, then see how I feel.

-Scarhoof

Scarhoof’s Scribbles #012

He found the note, Master.

Yes, you did well.

What do you think he will do now?

Now he must decide.


Dear August,

I…I’m at a loss for words right now. Need some time to sort out my thoughts on the matter I guess.

But let me get you up to speed.

That fishing getup I got going? It’s been working, dare I say, swimmingly? So well in fact that I’ve gone from no enchanted gear, to suddenly having a couple of amazing diamond picks!

Better than I imagined, and I can imagine a lot.

So you would think I would be overjoyed, right? Well, at first I was. I took some of my new gear down to the mines to try it out. Things were going great. I found tons of iron, coal, even found some gold. Then I heard some noises.

So I got to digging toward the noises. Wouldn’t you know it I found myself a small cave deep under the ocean with a creeper and a spider in it. Not to worry, I handled them. That’s now that I’m here to tell you about.

I turn around to keep mining, and I keep hearing more sounds. Ominous, right? Well these aren’t mob sounds, they’re bubbling sounds. After a little more digging, sure enough, I find lava. I mean I am digging down at the bowels of the earth. You would think that I would find lave down there, right? Nothing surprising there I tell you.

But then I heard creaking bones, ever so faint, coming through the walls. I dig and I dig, but no luck. I move up a little farther in the mine, keep looking. Suddenly, at the end of the hole as far as my pickaxe can break, I see darkness.

Another cave. I rush in, placing torches down, lighting up the place and I kill off the sole monster in there, a lone skeleton.

I’m just bending down to pick up his bones off the floor when this wall of moaning hits me like a wave from behind the wall. Cautiously, I break through. Cobblestone shining through the stone?

I found a mob den, hordes of zombies, bunching up at the breach, trying to eat my brains. luckily I had only chipped a small hole through the wall at that point, so I was able to whittle them away and eventually overtake the place.

Normal right? Dramatic, but normal?

Well just wait.

So I clean the place up, grab some of this amazing new material called Moss Stone that I assume forms from the rotting flesh of these creatures, and I decide it’s time that I get working on my fishing hut. Things are going along, I’m building, but I run out of the new stone and decided to head back down to that mob den and get harvest some more.

Only the tunnel leading up to the place is dark. All my torches had been taken down.

The winding dank cave that lead up to the zombie den? Shaved walls, perfectly smooth, like someone had bored their way from my mineshaft to this den of horror, clearing a path for the denizens of the deep to spew forth.

The entire place was crawling with monsters. I fought, I failed, I returned, I managed to clear them out. A Creeper blew up, taking out some of the monsters with him, but nearly destroying the spawner in the process.

And what do I find in there when all is said and done, in this hollowed out room that only an hour ago I had found as a moss-filled dank cave?

I found a book, with a message to me.

Someone is watching me, someone is sending me messages.

-Scarhoof.

Scarhoof’s Scribbles #011

He’s getting better gear now Master.

He is losing focus. We need to get back on the path.

What do you recommend?

Maybe it is time we send him a message, one he cannot ignore.


Dear August,

I woke up feeling kinda of funny today. It’s hard to explain the feeling, but it’s like something shifted around me. I’ll have to do some exploration to see if I can figure out what has changed. I will report back if and when I figure out what is going on.

That fishing farm I told you about last time? It is the *best*! I have gotten saddles, tons of fish, some strange components, and best of all, a better fishing rod! Can you believe the sorts of junk that are sitting in our oceans? I for one am happy that previous generations threw all their garbage in the ocean, so now I can fish it up!

But I keep getting experience doing this too! It’s so nice that I can finally get some decent pickaxes and get my mining done a bit faster. I will have to finish up with a new mine here shortly. I can’t wait to see how well this new pick works for me in the mines. Don’t worry, you will get a full report next time, I promise!

So I discovered a new thing to do with bones today. I found that if you put them together in a certain configuration in the Crafting Table, you can get yourself some Bone Blocks.
Now these blocks are pretty cool, if I do say so myself. They are nearly perfectly bone-white, but they have some interesting properties. For one they seem to allow light through, I’ll have to see what I can do about that, but most importantly, when I use them as flooring I don’t have to worry about monsters gnawing my face off anymore! It’s practically magical.

Back to the Grind,
-Scarhoof

Scarhoof Recommends: Tuning the Symphony

Tuning the Symphony

by William C Tracy

Alien races have found each other and magic, in the form of a Symphony, link all the various worlds. Majus, from all the alien races, meet in the Nether, a place between worlds, to train up others like them and help keep peace between all the worlds. The story follows Rilan Ayama, a human who is finishing her training, and going off into the larger universe to learn more about herself and the magic world around her.

I would recommend this book for readers of High Fantasy, who like shorter works with detailed cost-based magic systems. The author classifies this as Space Opera, but I would say it’s more fantasy than anything, despite the alien races spread throughout the universe.

It’s a short book, clocking in around 2 hours, but it packs a lot of world-building it’s it’s small pages. There is something nice about being able to intersperse longer works with shorter works, and this book fits that niche. You can read it all in one sitting, or, as I did, spread it out across a few days. Each chapter takes about half an hour to read, perfect nighttime reading in bed.

Illustrations are also included, which is a rarity among books these days, and much appreciated.

Tracy has other works being written at the moment so you should be able to see new stories from this universe shortly. You can learn more about him and his works at williamctracy.com.

Scarhoof’s Scribbles #010

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They are preparing once again Master.

They are no matter.

But…

Leave them. They waste their time on false prophesies.


Dear August,

Ice Fishing! Do you remember that song from the 80’s? Ice Fishing!

Maybe I have my lyrics messed up again, but that’s what I did today!

Oh and I finally finished up the strip, or is it a slit mine? Either way, it’s completed down to bedrock. So I think I’ll be working on another one as I have time. Luckily they are easy enough to do when I’m bored or just need to think. What is it about mining that makes it so that you can think? It’s kind of nice to just kick back with your pick and blow away a large section of land.

I think it has something to do with how our brains are wired. We can do something mundane, like gardening, feeding animals, swimming, or even mining, and we don’t really have to think about those actions, because we’ve done them hundreds of times. There has to be a term for it. It you think of it, let me know.

I’m sure you are sick of listening to me drone on about my mining, it’s been about all I’ve talked about for the last few missives. If you are wondering, I was tired of it as well, and I needed a break. So I rowed down to the large mountains to the south and I was able to setup a quick ice farm.

Why? I have a silk touch pick, that’s why. In fact that reminds me, I should think about picking up a stack of grass so that I have it on hand for when I need it.

Seems kind of silly that I built that dirt bridge over to the other island now, isn’t it? I could have just used my newly acquired silk touch pick to move a single block of grass over there. Oh well. such is life.

After that I got myself a fishing machine going. I can fish for hours without getting tired! It sure takes the tedium out of fishing. I’ll let you know how things go once I’ve done it for a while.

Till next time,

-Scarhoof

Scarhoof’s Scribbles #009

He finally got obsidian, and an enchanting table.

Yes. Events are progressing nicely.

What if they get to him first?

They are easily distracted, they are of no matter.


Dear August,

I have been busy. So much mining. Luckily I have upgrade to iron tools from stone, so it’s not as painful as it could be.

That said, it is still taking a long time. Despite the time I enjoy doing it. I feel this is the right thing to be doing at this time.

So I really haven’t been doing much other than mining and chopping down trees, so there isn’t much to report now. I know it’s not the most intriguing news, but it’s all I have to talk about.

I do find myself wondering about those golems that keep coming to my island. What exactly is their deal? I struggle to know what their motivation is. It’s not like this is their island, is it? I think I would have known if this was their island. Given there are no structures pre-built here I just cannot wrap my head around why they care so much.

Anyway, I’m sure I’m boring you so I will end here, but I have diamonds, obsidian, and an enchanting table now so progress should start picking up over the next little bit. Enchants are going to be a game-changer.

-Scarhoof

Scarhoof’s Scribbles #008

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Are you laughing, Master?

It may amuse me.

But do you think he’ll get discouraged?

He’s tougher than that.


Dear August,

Well you said it was going to happen, and it did. I died.

It was because of my own hubris, that. those golems I’ve been telling you about for the last little bit? Well last time they inferred that they were going to put me in a grave with that stupid stunt that they put on on my beach, but guess what they did today? They killed me!

I mean really it was my own fault to be honest. They had this pressure plate sitting inside a tunnel I could barely fit into, I know knew that they were going to plummet me to my death, but I still fell for it. Why? I don’t know. Maybe I wanted an excuse to go find them? Up until now they have just been protesting, up until now it was vaguely veiled threats, but today they took it too far, and now I have cause to go investigate.

So I will, but I have to tell you that plummeting to my death gives you some time to think about your life choices and I have to say I’m pretty happy with mine so far. I will go so far as to say that I’m rocking everything here on the island.

Yes.

Mark it down, I just said that I’m doing well right now.

Oh! I didn’t even tell you about the diamonds, did I? So when I ran back to get my stuff at the bottom of the pit they dropped me in, there were exposed diamonds in the way! I know! Here I am digging this impressive mine, trying to make everything look nice and well supported, when all I needed to do was dig straight down and I would have found diamonds just fine!

Yes, the irony is palpable, but I have no time to worry about that now. I have things to do. I need Obsidian if I’m going to craft an enchanting table and right now my mine isn’t low enough in the earth quite yet to be able to find that special rock.

for now I need to get back to work, I need to keep digging down into the earth so that I can find what I’m looking for.

For now, I’m signing off.

-Scarhoof.