The nomad returned to Minecraft. As we left him, he had encountered an entirely deserted village that was being ransacked by zombies. Turns out the village wasn’t entirely deserted of its inhabitants, after all…After setting up shop there for a little bit and harvesting the untamed wheat and vegetable fields, I saw a wizard-looking person in the centre of the village.
And I quickly laid waste to him. The first arrow knocked him from higher ground and a second, from the side of a building I had caught him off-guard from was enough to bring him low. A follow-up dealt the final blow. After a short time of further harvesting, I was about to venture forth. I had left the village in a state where the crops were growing and there was a torch-lit building with a workbench in it opposite a smithy that had a treasure chest with various goodies in. Yet, as I walked away for the first time, I felt like that wasn’t enough. I went into the woods on the other side of a stream that ran past half the village and trimmed from of the dark sapling branches, finding some saplings and then growing one of the trees in the middle of the village. Not big enough to see from a distant, but discernible enough to feel like I’d left my mark.
I had considered planting the oak sapling I had on me, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to do so. But that was that. I ventured on-wards, carrying on in vaguely the same direction that I was heading towards before stopping in the village. Other than a mystically floating flower, the first major observation was a small collection of various flowers that had overtaken the grass on a river verge. A variety of blossoming colours, it was visually pronounced from the green that submerged the current environment. Darkness soon followed and with it an almost passive evening representing most of the nights during the session, a few monsters that I flew by and the odd that gave chase but never offered anything more. Of course, I wasn’t entirely unhappy with that.
As the sun began to rise I saw what looked to be a large cylindrical stone monument atop a crest. My curiosity stirred, I took the small amount of time it took to climb the hill, although enough for the sun to be in full shine, only to note a modicum of disappointment. Not quite the stone monument I had imagined, rather just some pointed rocks that were tall enough to see from behind a crest, but up close were entirely unimpressive. Perspective matters. Still, the area itself was quite interesting with stone being the largest commodity. It led to some impressive landscapes, although perhaps only in comparison to the relative green flatness I had journeyed through thus far.
And as quickly as the grey stone had become standard, it was replaced once more with green and that was mostly it for colour variation. Plains at the bottom of the stone hills were littered with clusters of wild horses, families sorted by the colour of their manes. A short boat ride, one of two, through a swamp was met with a return to plains, then a return to that same position as I inadvertently went in a large circle around a small peak. In my defence, I was being chased by various Creepers intent on exploding. With day-time back on my side, a short hop up some sturdy, fairly vertical greenery led me to some packs of wolves. The aggressive eye-gesturing made it incredibly clear to me that that was their space, so around and on wards I moved.
There was a short, fairly uninteresting traipse through a jungle as well, the most notable feature being some very tall trees, but yeah, that was about that for that. Finally I came to a stop atop a hill, surrounded by curiously levitating terrain and a ravine with a river draining into it. The direction I was heading towards pointed my nicely towards surely the next destination in the resuming session, a range of snowy mountains.
As per, screenshots can be viewed here. 20 of them this time around, under Sat 09 2017.
