Day the First,
Well, unlike my last entry into a world my landing here was far less painful. I suppose I should be thankful for our recently developed teleportation technology, it's far more efficient than being dropped from the stratosphere and left to plummet until the ground arrests your descent. I broke one or two settlements on past worlds in that manner. Enough of that though, this is a new world and I need to learns its ways quickly if I am to triumph in our duel.
The first thing that strikes me is how...blocky this world appears. The creator, whomever they may be I forgot to read the briefing, seems to have a passion for straight edges. Not that I disagree with their choice, after all considering some of the worlds I've been to, who am I to judge? It does make it much easier for me to acquire materials from which to construct a shelter. Fortunately the materials here seem as pliable as they are strong and given enough time I can beat my way through them with my hand. This is not something I intend to do for long however, even a being such as I has no desire to feel pain when a better option is available. As such I have managed to craft an axe and have set to work plundering the local trees with the intent to build a small hut from where I shall begin formulating battle plans...beg pardon, the sun is setting and I think I can hear something rattling behind me...
-Lord Pyrus of the Second Order of Pervasive Balance.
Day the First and a Half,
So, it appears that at nightfall this world spawns creatures of varying descriptions and power and each shares the sole intention of slaying intelligent life. At the moment, that life appears to consist of me. Upon being greeted by a bow-wielding skeleton at the conclusion of my last journal entry I hastily abandoned my plans to construct a shelter from scratch and ran for the nearby cliffs, taking care to adopt a random flight pattern so as to avoid an arrow through the spine, or any other place for that matter. I am now writing this journal entry from the relative safety of a small alcove I have dug into the mountainside. Though I have packed the entrance with dirt, sealing myself in the dark, cramped space I managed to hollow out before more of the undead showed up, I can still hear them groaning and clattering about outside. Without a suitable weapon, or even my usual powers, I am doomed to cower here with only some tightly packed mud to protect me.
I have a feeling this may be the start of a long night.
-Lord Pyrus of the Second Order of Pervasive Balance.
Day the Third,
After spending a rather uneventful (which I am grateful for) and strangely oxygenated night in my little hide-away I swiftly came to the conclusion that a stone cave would grant better protection than a wooden hut and that immediate expansion of the premises was required. As such the vast majority of the past two days has been spent carving out a room for myself and my workbench, which revealed a welcome vein of coal which I have used to create torches, allowing me to work throughout the night and stave off the unwelcome presence of the mobs outside. The slaying of a few wandering pigs during the day, a time in which the night's monsters seem to cinder under the sunlight, soon sated my growing hunger and I found that my new wooden sword was surprisingly more deadly than I anticipated. Evidently this world operates somewhat differently to those I have visited before.
Much of this evening has been spent heeding the growing headache from the ringing of pickaxe on stone, primarily by turning my attention to the forging of various useful tools and the construction of a furnace for smelting materials and cooking meals. It seems I have also inadvertently discovered that sand can be smelted into glass. Once I begin finalization of the outer walls I shall have to see about having a window put in. The view outside of the small garden bordered by towering cliffs and overhanging stone arches is a rather pleasing one, even to a being such as I.
For now, I shall rest...or perhaps expand upon that rearmost staircase and the impromptu basement it is leading in to...
-Lord Pyrus of the Second Order of Pervasive Balance.
Day the Fourth,
The basement has received significant expansion and I can occasionally hear the groans of the undead through the rearmost walls. I suspect I am close to one of their lairs and for now have halted my progress here, at least until I am better equipped. The staircase has been widened and is very pleasing to the eye I must confess. I have also knocked out a side room just to the left of it where I have placed my pair of furnaces.
Back in the main room I have gone far enough up that a second floor has come into the equation, with a stone staircase leading up to it. For the sake of variety this room, which will serve as my eventual bedchamber, will be made of wooden planks rather than the cobblestone which has been used so far. I will be placing a window here and on the lower floor, allowing some measure of light in. I think a small bed and a storage chest, along with some railings by the edge of the floor, will add suitable finishing touches for now.
-Lord Pyrus of the Second Order of Pervasive Balance.
