IMHO, the Cape Class is underbaked except for the Mistlands/Ashlands capes.

• ALL Capes before the Ashlands only give 1 armor. Are you telling me a boar hide has as much protection as a Lox hide?
• Half the capes give literally no bonus other than 1 Armor.
• Half of the capes that give a bonus give the same resistance to cold. Making the Lox cape basically the same as a Wolf Cape.
• There feels like there are missing capes. No bear cape? No cape for the Swamp? What about a Fenris Cape?

I think these can EASILY be adjusted to make the cape class more interesting with bigger rewards and opportunity costs.

• Make all capes scale with biome, perhaps even have a 'heavy' vs 'light' option in biomes too. Maybe the scaling looks like: 1 armor base in the meadows, 3 in the Black Forest, 5 in the Swamp, 7 in the Mountains, 9 in the Plains, 11 in the Mistlands, and 13 in the Ashlands.
• New capes can easily be added to many of the armor sets, Fenris Cape, Bear Cape, maybe a new Gunk cape, and a Tar Coated Cape in the Plains to provide wet debuff resist.
• Give each cape unique bonuses that really make you debate which cape for which activity. Some ideas: Deer Cape = Faster running, Lox Cape = Resist Blunt Damage, Leather Cape = Decreased Stainima usage for farming/building, Bear Cape (new) = decreased stanima for chop and pixaxe. Troll Cape = Increased Carry Weight by 25, Guck Cape (Deer + Guck) = Wet Debuff Resist, etc., etc., etc.

What are your thoughts? Do you think capes need a bit more love? And how would you do it?

There should be a low tier craftable or purchasable cape that prevents the wet status from rain (rain only).

It can either be crafted using resin and some other random material, or sold by either Haldor or Hildir.

It will be helpful during the early stages of the game when your efficiency gets wrecked by the constant wet debuff.

Greetings huscarls. I summoned your wise and powerful souls for counsel.

Do you know if we have the ability to create artificial lakes with life in it? It would be so relaxing to be able to fish from my cabin.

May your blades always strike true, brethren!

Every time I say “I’ll just make a small temporary base,” it somehow turns into a full settlement with farms, storage halls, watchtowers, portals, and random decorations nobody will ever see except me

At this point, beating bosses feels like unlocking new building materials instead of progression lol.
Anyone else load into Valheim with one goal and end up spending 5 hours building instead?

is there a reason why it is raining in the game so damn much?

Is anyone else taking a break from the game until full release/deep north release?

I’ve got like 500+ hours in game and absolutely love this game…BUT….i find myself kinda feeling like I’m missing out on the new little updates to biomes like:

- the Black Forest rock formations and rocky

- meadows spawns

Because the world I play on is like 2 years old now? I’ve tried to explore sparingly because I don’t want to unlock areas that haven’t been updated yet like the north areas of the world. But idk I only have fader to beat and like I just kinda want the reset for a new world.

Take my existing character and start a new adventure with new builds with all the skills and knowledge I have now.

Think that’d be an exciting return

So I think I’m gonna take a break until full release where I can start a new world

So far I managed to finish swamps as a solo player, so I'm worried that in a group Normal might be a bit too easy, but maybe Hard would be too frustrating?

Seriously. I'm four biomes past these skeletons, greydwarves and trolls now. I'm just going from my silver mine in the mountains to the nearest coast where I will stash ore to collect later, and your forest happens to be in the way. I don't have any interest in fighting you, yet you insist on pursuing me to the ends of the Earth so that you can do 0.5-1 damage to me by throwing rocks.

Just stop.

The game heavily hints that Asksvins are just grown-up/adult Necks in the ‘Asksvin neck’ bone fragment item description. Also the fact that they look incredibly similar just different sizes. Is there any runestone lore or does anybody have any theories as to what the life cycle on a Neck/Asksvin is?

Is it just a case of the Neck growing up? If so why don’t we have Asksvin in the Meadows?
Do they need to eat certain food like smoke puffs, vineberries, or fiddleheads to become an Asksvin?
Is it the intense heat of the Ashland’s that turn Neck into Asksvin?

What are your thoughts?

Quick background: I'm on my second playthrough and now with mods. It's a bit of an uncommon (I think) set up, and it's relevant to the story.

• It's a no portal run
• Also no map, but with two key related mods
  • I play with a compass mod for orientation
  • I play with the no-map cartography table, which shows you the map when and only when you're standing at the cartography table. I play with a self-imposed one-table limit. Thus, I can see the map when I return to my original base, but all of my exploration and orienteering is done without a map

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Story: Having previously located the vegvisir for Moder (the next Forsaken to be vanquished on my quest) and having observed at the cartography table that Moder's was not exceedingly distant from my large secondary base, I contrived to scout Moder's island. Feeling confident in my gear and not thinking clearly, I set sail with minimal supplies beyond the food, potions, and weapons I carried on my person.

After landing on these new shores, I set a very minimal camp (a workbench, a covered bed, a fire, and no more) and headed to the mountains to explore.

Traveler, I'm sure you can guess what happened next. I died. My death was an unlucky but predictable combination of stone golem and fall damage high in the mountains and quite distant from my camp. Waking, I realized that I had precious little by way of supplies in my ship's hold and nothing stashed in my camp. I was naked and unarmed, and night was falling. A bear glared at me from the shadow of a nearby rock.

In a panic, I took to my boat, believing that I could return to my base and resupply. Blinded by haste as I was, I ignored the falling of night, and not far was I into the sea when night came full. A serpent arose from the depths to pursue me. Having no food and no weapons, and now disoriented and lacking a map, I sought refuge on the shores — any shores — of a new and unknown island. Landed and again in the black forest, I was savaged by bear and graydwarf alike. A shaman's poison took me, and there I died.

Again I awoke at my small encampment on Moder's island, now lacking a ship as well as weapons, armor, and food. Still the bear was present, and this time I did not escape his notice. Being bounded on the west by the sea on on the east by the mountains where my corpse — and all of my supplies — lay hidden, I fled to the north in search of more peaceful lands. Instead, I found there a swamp, whence enraged Draugr emerged to chop and harry. With only a few berries and a stone axe to my name, I retraced my steps south. Great tree-wielding trolls now hounded me as well. Seeking meadows now to the south, I instead was greeting by the buzzing of great mosquitos. The planes, I knew.

Where I had managed to evade the bear and the troll and the mossy undead, I could not escape the deathsquito.

Slain again and waking again at my meager encampment, I despaired. Forays into the mountains were damned. Attempts to construct something of a protective structure on these shores were thwarted by the harassment of hordes of all description. Lacking access to the meadows, a key ingredient of even the most rudimentary craft was beyond my reach. Escape by water was therefore impossible. The mountains froze. The planes buzzed and cackled. And the undead of the swamp forbade.

Feeling I had no option, I took the coward's way out. Surely you can see it, Traveler. The bed of these new climes, the only rest I had known on Moder's island, I destroyed. With no hope in my heart, I ventured one last time into the mountains, where I was unceremoniously consumed by wolves.

In his mercy, Odin returned me to my place of first wakefulness in the land of Valheim: the center of the sacrificial stones.

Traveler, I admit the shame of this retreat. Yet I saw no other option to escape Moder's island. What would you have done, granting arrival on Moder's island unprepared? In your estimation, would survival or escape through more honorable means been possible?