Talk:Day and Night cycle/@comment-112.198.82.48-20140709074835

I was always a safe player, so I tend to avoid night time adventuring. I even picked a strider class, because I felt distance equates to safety. I managed to get along until I got to Grand Soren, and I was like, "hey, I got this far, I think I'm pretty good!". so I spent half day buying some gear in GS and I felt really buff, more so after discovering enhancements, so I'm all "LET'S DO THIS SHIT!".

Looking back, I "lucked out" leaving the backdoor of GS, missing the bandits and even the Saurians.

It was getting dark after I passed that other castle, and just decided to "brave" the darkness.

And there I saw my first direwolf. I was like,

"pffft, a white wolf? Really?"

I sniped him while he was howling. Barely made a dent.

"Fuck it"

I ran to him with my blade, but damn that little shit was fast.

And in 5 seconds, about 10 Direwolves ripped my crew. With my side pawns dead before I can even OMG, My main pawn Hina shouts

"Help me master!"

I made her a Loli-Mage and she sucked at being a support character. But she was my kid, and I really felt proud when I managed to protect her. At first I was kinda kinky with that, but my adventures with her made me feel like a father, or as much as a father I could be now.

But I let her die. I ran for dear life. I've never approached death before as I have then, and my guilt was a minor feeling beside my terror.

I wasn't following any road, but instead instinctively ran towards Gran Soren. Seconds before I unconsciously loose all stamina, a red glow grows in front of me. Skeleton.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

~level15things

I guess it's kinda over dramatized, and I'm now practically always out 23/7 (in-game lol), but yeah "The Night" teaches you a lot of stuff.