EsMiRe's Frolics

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Good day to you, traveler.

It appears you've stumbled on my humble page! I intend to use it as a record of my various doings, be it tending to the island I settled on, eventual hardships or, most importantly, the future boat ventures I will undertake.

I'm an avid explorer, and much prefer gathering ressources from around the world than keeping to local farms and mines... for better or for worse. Granted, those tasks cannot be completely avoided, but still. That may give you a better idea of the kind of content you will find here.

At last, I don't know how often I'll update this page, but if the idea of getting ponctual news about my whereabouts is of any interest to you, then please, be my guest.

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Alright!! Finally, my ideal armor is complete. I even spruced up my shield for the occasion. I've had this design hung on my wall for days, haha.

Now, my biggest issue when it comes to enchanting my set -obviously- has to do with mending. I don't have it, and I am not too fond of the whole trapping-villagers-thing to get the coveted item. I might try my luck fishing for it, although I know it would take eons before getting four mending books this way. I may be lucky, but not that lucky. I'm... not sure what to do, honestly. In the meantime, this armor set is probably fated to end up as a decorative piece for my house. I know, it defeats the whole purpose of making oneself a netherite armor, but oh well. There's no one to tell me otherwise anyway. Now, do I have any other projects? Why yes. I know where the closest Nether fortress is, and I've been wanting to get into potion-making, as one does. I will attempt another big Nether trip soon.

I've also started working on a little pale garden corner on my island. I am aware I have stated multiple times how nerve-racking I find this biome to be, BUT. design-wise, it has a lot of charm. I might even transfer a heart to one of those, as a means to get more resin if needed. I'm still debating that part, though. I suppose I will see. I sleep through most nights, so it wouldn't pose a real threat.

Then, as I was building to get to the bastion, I was thrown into the lava by what I assume to have been a stray blaze shot from the nearby fortress. Fortunately for me, the proximity of a basalt pillar and one of the two golden apples I had on me narrowly saved my life.

My luck didn't end there, as I found exactly what I was looking for in one of the chests in the bastion. Then, I carefully made my way back to my portal (mostly by digging along the ceiling, for safety's sake...) and tah-dah!

Now, my first goal is almost complete!! All I need are two more netherite scraps to upgrade the boots. I'm excited, doesn't this look great already? It looks great, I think.

Sleepless night, or the lengths one is willing to go to secure a handful of resin for themselves.

That was the worst night I have ever spent by far. Four of these folks was a little much for me to handle. I can't even begin to imagine how many there could have been, had the biome been just a little larger. I genuinely thought this pale garden I had found was small enough to allow for one or two creakings to appear at most - I was dredfully wrong.

But it was worth it in the end. I have more than enough resin bricks for my little project! Now, I won't have any more excuse to avoid travelling deeper into the Nether...

I'm back.

I haven't reported on it, but I have been collecting diamonds and netherite scraps — in order to have everything at the ready for the day I discover a bastion (which is its own quest in itself...).

Regarding the pale garden expedition, I plan to collect glowstone to light up the area, to keep other monsters from creeping up on me while I'm dealing with a/multiple creaking/s. Why not bringing a stack of torches, you may ask? In short, that is just a matter of aesthetic. I find this specific biome beautiful, in all of its eery glory, and I wish to keep it that way.

Wish me luck. I will keep you posted.

Well, I'm not alone anymore..! Kind of. Forest went through my basement portal by accident and wound up in the Overworld a mere minutes after trading with me in the Nether. Funnily enough, they happened to be the one who delivered unto me the poor, dried-up little ghast that is now floating about along the coastline. Speaking of, I can't stress enough how otherworldly adorable this being is - I nearly teared up when it started hovering around all purring and smiling. Loneliness was really starting to take its toll on me, it appears.

I also built Forest their own separate house, a few blocks away from mine. I figured it probably isn't easy to be thrown into a world one does not know, so I'll try my best to make their stay as comfortable as I possibly can.

On a side note, I went on a long trip earlier and found myself the armor trim I was looking for. Next step will be gathering resin bits in a nearby pale garden. I'll admit, I'm not particularily at ease with the idea, the place gives me the chills just by standing nearby in broad daylight, but it must be done.

Mining fatigue. In the sense that I've been at it for hours and for barely anything.

If you have read the previous page, you know I have found a Pillager outpost. I'm not sure whether or not it is the closest to my base, but at least I now know where this one stands.

I broke in and left its owners a message. While it is certain that this wouldn't stop them from constantly showing up to my house, I wouldn't be satisfied without leaving a little ominous trace of my own.

Not long after, I heard a fresh squad approaching the tower. Surrounded as I now were, I made a swift exit and ran towards the nearest different biome, which happened to be eroded badlands.

It didn't take long to spot a scouting team patrolling the area. Something tells me they weren't too happy about the message.

I ran some more.

The next biome I stumbled into was a jungle. While I was out there in the wild, I thought that I might as well look for a temple, considering I am after a specific armor trim. I did find one, but my expectations were quickly crushed - it didn't have what I was looking for.

By that point, exhaustion was starting to creep up on me. Running around on land isn't really my strongest suit - I'm much more at ease on a boat, with the cerulean kiss of sky and sea as my sole horizon. The terrain was especially strenuous, with steep hills and mountains galore.

(A Pillager is staring at me, you can see them under the leaves of the birch tree.)

To my greatest dismay, I narrowly avoided colliding into a Pillager squad again. It was really starting to become worrying. Even while on the move, they kept following me. I couldn't wait to get back on water - at least there, I knew I would have the upper hand, and a more efficient way to flee.

I stumbled into another pale garden. At first I believed I had simply circled back to the one I had previously discovered, but the coordinates were widely different, and the expense of the garden much smaller. Regardless, I moved on.

(They may be hard to see, but they're climbing the hillside. The flag bearer is staring at me.)

I kept to the treetops for a while. Taking the high road was reassuring to some extent, and made it so much easier to progress in somewhat of a straight line, hopefully to the ocean. To home.

Yet, the one time I looked down, intrigued by subtle movements caught at the very edge of my sight, I saw them. Always them, following me to hell and back and beyond. I fear I might have made myself a mortal enemy by raiding their outpost.

I may need to take more drastic measures to ensure this won't cause me any real issue later.

The last few hundreds blocs were an absolute pain. I lost my trusty boat, I lost my red cot and had to hurriedly axe down a couple of sheep to sleep the final night. I don't enjoy having to kill animals because I lack the proper tools to only take what I need painlessly. It is such a waste.

At long last, after running through plains and birch forests alike, I reached the ocean and got in my brand new, dark oak boat. I swallowed down the bitterness that threatened to burn my throat, and the remainder of the trip went swimmingly, pun intended.

Turns out I didn't have enough maps on me to chart everything of note that I saw; to some extent, this report is another way of recording what occurred. In case anything happens to me. You can never be sure.

That's it. I'm setting sail to see if I can find a Pillager outpost. I need to get to the bottom of this.