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To clarify this mechanic: Increasing your speed multiplies the velocity of all your actions, and multiplies the Energy cost of same actions. That cost goes straight into your Exhaustion, and if you don't have the Endurance to recover that at an equal rate, then it builds up until you get Tired, then Exhausted.

If you have the Endurance to sustain your pace (Jog, Run, Spring) perpetually, then you can likely fight a good while before the added Energy costs of fighting wear  you down. If you're attempting to fight at a pace faster than you can sustain, you're likely to wear down quickly.

Before switching to bullet-time, make sure your velocity gain is actually worth it before you crash and burn.

And for anyone else who imagines this to be a magic bullet, back to my original point: Energy costs come out of Stored Fat, reducing tissue mass from fat, increasing total velocity. Don't expect this to happen instantly, it's as gradual as bringing up your physical stats. It takes time and training for it to pay off.

If you need mounts that are also pack animals, then that's the place to get them. You can find them in towns too, and though you may have to comb the area to find any, you'll find a good selection to choose from, and enough for a whole party.

If you need mounts more than pack animals, try one of the larger retreats to find grizzlies, big cats and sometimes giant cats.And if you go underground in any goblin pits or dark fortresses you can nab beak dogs, which are much better at combat. Just be sure to claim them before trying to name them; they'll get hostile to everyone otherwise.

I'm kind of puttering around with camp projects now. I lost interest in the temple after I was unable to dedicate it to a specific god, because I don't worship any. But my previous adventurer has a nice mausoleum under it, and he's finally resting in a marble coffin surrounded by polished granite and native gold stone. He should rest eternal, unless one of those necros from the neighboring hillock raise him.

Now that I think about it, it might be worth trying. Those guys raise some revs that can paralyze and fling people around telekineticly. Telekindexically. Telikornicakty. ...the dark side of the force is with them. They aren't hostile to me now, though they don't trust me, probably for good reason.

Another interesting neighbor in a mountain hall that dug too deep. They have a master that sprang from the breach in the Underworld, so it isn't bound by any contracts. It's also not hostile, so I may attempt new methods of bringing it under my power.

I'm actually alternating between two characters, retiring them and switching between them. Tath is my elven avenger, now known in history as Tath Bodycouples the Closed Chaos. My 'puppet ruler' is Casot Tacticrun, a dwarven doctor with excellent people skills and a bit of animal caretaking. Though his physical attributes and combat skills are mediocre, his bravery and competence with a scalpel (iron slicing knife) has earned him a few kills, attempted usurpers among them.

The city he is attempting to hold was the capital of the civilization for many years before and between conquests by other civilizations, then was inexplicably abandoned. The law-giver still rules from the keep there, and still resides there in a humble unnamed cottage that I haven't found on the map.

Last time I unretired Casot, I added 14 fighting adventurers to become his army of hearthfolk. 10 of them are rangers, 3 of them are armed with various other weapons, one is a demigod outsider with a giant hunting cave swallow and a giant camel that can hold over 2000lbs of weight without reducing its trot speed (I've since transferred that to Tath.) An insurrection against Casot's Roasted Subtle Group stands no chance now, and his next plan is to attempt to acquire the title of baron. Gifts of exotic pets may buy him a peerage.

Tath has separated from her demon companions and instead of seeking them out, has come to the edge of the Ardent Roars' territory, close to where my previous character had died.

Cows like to gossip amongst each other, and they're vainly jealous and jealously vain. If you flattered one, they'll al vie for your attention.

Gone from the game since v43, back again. I've had a string of failed adventurers this version while getting used to the new threats, experiments and revenants ("intelligent dead" has too many syllables for such a lame term, so I'll just call them "revs" for now on.) I've finally got a successful character, an elf from a human civ, which I haven't done in a long time, and a female character, also haven't done in a long time.

Background: Like most human civs this world, it's actually dominated by centuries old elven and goblin expatriates from elven and goblin civs with centuries old grudges and a lot of bloodlust. These lands have been at constant war for the millennia since time began, with many settlements changing hands in conquests, and many settlements abandoned for no clear reason by their latest occupiers. Outlaws have filled in the voids they leave, providing more security and decency than the major civs did. The nearest dwarven civ is eating itself alive, leaving their many fortresses in blissfully lag-free ruins for me to plunder. There are two goblin civs divided by many intervening nations, yet still war on each other. Also, their demon lord's binding artifacts were conveniently located close to the other's.

My journey so far: I was a faithful and appreciated hearthie for my goblin baron, until I kicked off a loyalty spiral by apprehending a murderer among the keep's staff. When the clergy seized control and the taverns went dry, I headed off to the next largest city I could find. It was a prosperous settlement with >800 years of stability, and after making my name by slaying the local night troll consorts, I was accepted as hearthie by the elven baron there.

War was probably inevitable after I brought back so many artifacts and stored them in the keep. While I was away subverting and slaying goblin forces, one war began and ended, taking the life of my baron. I retired briefly to put a competent puppet on the throne of the capital, but as smooth as he was at interpersonal relations, a self-proclaimed lord just isn't the same as a civ-appointed baron. And forces against my new civ begin amassing for a greater onslaught.

So now I'm taking the fight to them. With me are my companions Xosun "totally not the Gray Fiend Master of the Flies of Slaughter" and Zatthud the Massive Eggplant Master of The Witch of Clasps. Though they were at war, they get along rather well now, probably united in their distrust and loathing of this elven woman who has bent their wills. If I decide to raise hell in the Ardent Roars lands, they would be the best weapons of mass destruction.

EDIT: Lest I forget: the last war took out a lot of ruling council, so I was promoted to Judge. I don't know what they do, I just know that they don't get any cool missions, they don't get a salary, and they don't get any of the cool houses now left vacant by deceased owners. It's what a judge needs -- a tower with all the furniture crowded into one room and no beds.

I had forgotten about some of these tactics after being away from the game for so long. They work so well even as a novice facing a much stronger opponent. Quick scratches are a good choice of attack when you don't have any decent opening, since even if they aren't effective you're still balanced and prepared to counter next attack. When bone-breaking isn't enough to slow down a creature, but they can bleed out, then persistently targeting a body part (The Eternal Wrath) with scratches can get the blood flowing. If your opponent has the superior mass, you can punish their attempts at grabbing with gashes on their offending appendages.