Rafnsdal's silly quest for manly vikingness

[north rivet]

Rafnsdal. A tiny place that has been there forever, grown like a lichen from the most inhospitable, windy, rainy mainland rock its inhabitants could find within a hundred miles. Their grandparents lived on this rainy rock. Their great grandparents. Their great great grandparents before them. Their rainy rockiness grew on them like lichen, too. It's basically their entire identity at this point.

Therefore.. it isn't enough. Oh, no. They must find even worse, even colder, even rainier and foggier rocks. Aka, move out onto the islands.

They shall evolve into super-vikings and make their ancestors proud.

Why? Shh. Let people have hobbies.

Goal: A population of 500 surviving on every island of this logistical nightmare map.

Rafnsdal's silly quest for manly vikingness

A map was laid out on the table in front of the intrepid Lady Hildegard. No one could see anything.

"Hang on. Why is the map you made completely white?" said Builder Borus.

"It's because it's foggy. Its an accurate terrain representation." said Hildegard.

"That doesn't make sense. Is not the purpose of a map to show the terrain regardless of weather?"

"Must maps not also be accurate? Isn't this a perfectly accurate representation of our beloved foggy homeland?"

"Ah... you may be right. We shall have to wait, then. Until it is sunny. Luckily, the sunny day of the year should happen before too long."

Soon enough, the sunny day arrived and Hildegard made a functional map of the land they had decided to conquer. What they saw was enough to make logistics personell everywhere weep.

"It's so beautiful" weeped Borus.

Because Rafndal was a cliffy place with barely any shoreline low enough to allow for docks and fishing boats, there was an incredible abundance of fish and an incredible lack of accessible fish.

Therefore, Hildegard's first goal was to aquire one of these near-mythical 'shores'.

For that, they would need to build a bridge. They needed planks. A lot of planks. Goodness gracious they neededso many planks.

After about nine months of growing their plank industry, Rafndal had become the leading plank producer in all the lands, and finally had enough to build a bridge. They'd need many more bridges to come, and these guys aren't really that great with long-distance logistics, so they immediately set up a new plank industry on their home island.

And fishing huts. Finally.

"It is so terribly cold and rainy on this rainy, cold rock!" exclaimed Hildegard joyfully. Everybody clapped.

[sinful tapir]

What is the map seed for this?

[north rivet]

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[north rivet]

At a very tiny little monastery built halfway into a cliff wall:

"Hey. Sister Seneca?"
"Yes, Brother Boris?"
"Do you ever get the impression that this LARP thing is going way overboard?"
"Boris, we're wearing medieval monastery outfits. Let them be happy with their dumb viking thing."
"But we're actually a monastery. It's a traditional garb. I just don't understand how we've managed to gather over a hundred people to settle some stupid rocks in the sea."
"It's the modern age, Boris. This is what it takes for people to beat their TikTok addiction."
"Why not just build a normal village and strangle the internet?"
"Because humans require problems to be happy, Boris. If they are happily solving logistics issues then they don't need to go online to discuss politics on Reddit. Anyway, have we decided how to expand our unnecessarily medieval monastery?"
"The stone mine is still being set up, and it'll take a while for them to re-invent polished stone. How about we just build more herb plots for now?"
"Herbs it is, then."

[north rivet]

"Why did we build the stonemasonry on the tallest point of a cliff?"
"Because of the view, of course. And for the cold ocean winds that shall temper us into the ideal versions of our puny selves."
"Yeah, but it's a long way to haul a rock."
"A long way on which to temper your fragile spirit in the brutal forges of exercise."
"... you're right. I have seen the light. This splendid opportunity for growth and self-realization must not be wasted. Thank you, brother, for enlightening me."
"You're welcome, and may the vikingness be with you."

"This is what I mean, Sister Seneca."
"Let people have fun, Brother Boris. It's just... playing Miecraft. But with exercise."

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"HILDEGAAAAAAAARD" Barbelot the Bailiff shouted with joy.
"What's up"
"The KING OF THE DANG COUNTRY decided to sponsor our tiny castle with fifty spears. And they're historically accurate!"
"Whu..?"
"Look! We're in the newspaper!"