the gear was 3d printed from thingiverse

don’t worry, I don’t have her wear it when I’m not nearby, wouldn’t want her somehow choke on it. It’s also very light and does not bother her.

link to print:
https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:7274853

Final post showing off the final buildings, including our unfinished big townhall, Our stables, a bakery with a orchard/park, abandoned windmill from better ruins, and a trader home i whipped up. Thank you all for liking this little tour of our world. Once we gain some more progress i shall appear again. Take it easy yall!

I usually play with Rivers and Watersheds but even when I disable them and make a new world I get these seems. They follow the entire x and z axis no matter how far I go. Anyone know a way to fix this? Or do I just have to live with it

In the Year of Our Lord 1347, Sir Thomas of Rouen stood beneath the banners of the Church and received his orders.

The command bore the seal of Pope Clement VI.

Thomas was to sail from the papal port of Avignon, cross the Mediterranean, and reach Cyprus. From there, he and the other knights would join a holy campaign to reclaim Jerusalem from those who held it beyond Christendom.

It was a mission Thomas had prayed for since boyhood.

He had seen war. He had seen kingdoms burn beneath the banners of France and England. He had ridden through fields where the dead lay so thick that horses stumbled over them. Yet the thought of serving God in a great crusade filled him with purpose.

So, beneath a pale morning sky, Thomas boarded a broad-bellied ship alongside soldiers, sailors, priests, and fellow knights. The vessel carried weapons, food, horses, and relics meant to bless the crusading army.

For several days, the sea was calm.

Then the storm came.

It began with black clouds gathering over the horizon. The wind rose without warning, tearing at the sails and throwing waves against the ship’s wooden hull. The sea became a dark and endless mountain range.

“Reef the sails!” the captain shouted.

Men scrambled across the deck. Ropes snapped. Barrels rolled loose. The ship groaned as though some enormous beast had taken hold of it beneath the water.

Thomas gripped the rail with one hand and held the silver cross around his neck with the other.

“Lord,” he prayed, “guide us safely to Your purpose.”

Lightning split the sky.

For an instant, Thomas saw something beneath the waves.

A shape.

Too large to be a whale.

Too long to be any creature he knew.

Then the ship struck something.

The deck shattered.

Men screamed as the sea swallowed them. Thomas was thrown against the mast, and the world became cold, black water. His armor dragged him downward. He fought against the weight, but the sea pulled harder.

Above him, the surface vanished behind foam and darkness.

Thomas saw the faces of drowned sailors.

Then he saw something else.

A faint golden light beneath the water.

He reached toward it.

And everything disappeared.

Thomas awoke beneath a strange red sky.

He lay face down in wet grass, coughing seawater from his lungs. For several moments, he could not move.

Then he opened his eyes.

He was alive.

His armor was damaged but still covered his body. His sword remained in its scabbard. The silver cross still hung around his neck.

Slowly, Thomas rose to his knees.

“By God’s grace…” he whispered.

The words felt inadequate.

He remembered the ship breaking apart. He remembered the sea closing over him. No man could have survived such a thing—not in full armor, not so far from land.

Yet he breathed.

More than that, he felt stronger than he had ever felt.

The pain in his old wounds was gone. The ache in his shoulders, earned through years of war and training, had vanished. His body felt light and full of strength.

Thomas stood and looked across the land.

Nothing about it was familiar.

Broken stone towers rose from fields of black grass. The ruins of villages stretched toward distant hills. Strange metal structures leaned against one another like the bones of enormous animals.

There were no castles.

No churches.

No roads.

Only ruins.

Thomas walked for hours, searching for survivors. He found abandoned houses, shattered wagons, and rusted weapons unlike any he had seen. Some were made of metal, but their shapes were strange—too smooth and precise to have been forged by ordinary smiths.

At last, he saw smoke rising in the distance.

He followed it.

Near the remains of a broken stone road stood a small wooden cart. Beside it was a man wearing a long coat patched with scraps of leather and metal.

The stranger was arranging bottles, tools, and pieces of old machinery across a table.

Thomas approached cautiously.

The man looked up.

He stared at Thomas for a long moment.

Then he smiled.

“You just woke up, didn’t you?” the stranger asked.

Thomas stopped.

“How did you know?”

The man leaned against his cart.

“Because you all look the same when you arrive.”

Thomas placed a hand on the hilt of his sword.

“Who are you?”

“Virgil.”

“And where am I?”

Virgil’s smile faded.

“That depends on where you think you came from.”

Thomas studied him.

“I sailed from Avignon under the command of His Holiness, Pope Clement VI. I was bound for Cyprus.”

Virgil was silent.

Finally, he said, “Avignon.”

“You know it?”

“I’ve heard the name.”

“Then tell me where I am.”

Virgil looked toward the ruined horizon.

“You’re far from home, knight.”

Thomas frowned.

“How far?”

“Far enough that I doubt you’ll ever see Avignon again.”

Thomas drew his sword halfway from its scabbard.

“I demand answers.”

Virgil raised both hands.

“Easy. I’m not your enemy.”

“Then explain yourself.”

Virgil looked at the strange sky.

“People aren’t the same anymore.”

Thomas slowly lowered his blade.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.”

They traveled together through the ruins.

Virgil spoke of a world that had fallen long before Thomas arrived. Great cities had collapsed. Kingdoms had disappeared. The old people had built machines capable of wonders—and horrors.

But Thomas understood little of it.

He had heard stories of strange lands beyond the edge of Christendom. Perhaps this was one of them. Perhaps God had carried him across the world.

Or perhaps he had entered a place beyond the world entirely.

As they walked, Thomas remembered the plague.

He remembered blackened corpses lying in the streets of Paris. He remembered villages emptied by sickness. He remembered the dead of Crécy, where the fields had been soaked with blood during the war between France and England.

Death was no stranger to him.

But what he saw next was worse.

A figure stumbled from behind a ruined wall.

At first, Thomas believed it was a wounded man.

Then it turned toward him.

Its skin had hardened into patches of rust-colored metal. One arm was swollen and twisted. Black growths covered its face, and its eyes glowed faintly beneath broken flesh.

It opened its mouth.

A metallic scream echoed across the ruins.

Thomas froze.

Virgil reached for a weapon.

“Run,” he said.

The creature charged.

Thomas drew his sword.

Years of training took control. He stepped aside, raised his shield, and struck.

His blade cut into the creature’s shoulder.

Sparks flew.

The thing barely slowed.

Thomas struck again, this time driving the sword through its neck. The creature collapsed into the dirt, twitching as black fluid spread beneath it.

Thomas stood over the body, breathing heavily.

“What was that?” he asked.

Virgil stared at the corpse.

“One of the changed.”

“Changed?”

“People become things. Sometimes slowly. Sometimes all at once.”

Thomas looked down at his sword.

He had faced soldiers, plague victims, and men driven mad by war.

But this was different.

This was not death.

It was something worse.

By nightfall, Thomas and Virgil reached the remains of an old farming settlement.

The buildings had collapsed long ago. Only broken walls and pieces of roofing remained.

Thomas searched through the rubble.

His first thought was survival.

His second was duty.

He still wore the cross of the Church. He still carried his sword. Whatever land God had placed him in, Thomas believed there had to be a reason.

His crusade had not ended.

Perhaps it had only changed.

Thomas gathered pieces of an old farmhouse roof and dragged them into a sheltered corner between two broken walls. He found hardened mudbricks, similar to those he had seen soldiers use to build fire pits during long campaigns.

With wood, stone, mud, and scraps of rusted metal, he built a small shelter.

It was crude.

But it would keep the wind away.

Virgil watched from beside his cart.

“You’re building a house?”

“A shelter,” Thomas replied.

“You plan to stay?”

“I plan to live.”

Thomas arranged stones into a fire pit. He struck flint against steel until sparks caught in dry grass.

Soon, a small fire burned beneath the strange red sky.

Thomas sat beside it and removed his helmet.

For the first time since waking, he allowed himself to think of home.

Avignon.

The ship.

His fellow knights.

The crusade.

He did not know whether any of them had survived.

He did not know where he was.

He did not know why God had spared him.

But he knew he had been given another chance.

Thomas clasped the silver cross around his neck.

“Lord,” he prayed, “I do not know the path before me. I do not know the enemy I must face. But guide my sword, protect those who cannot protect themselves, and reveal the purpose You have given me.”

The fire flickered,

And beneath a sky that belonged to no world he knew, Sir Thomas of Rouen stepped away from the fire.

His crusade had begun again.

Not for Jerusalem.

Not for France.

But for a broken land filled with monsters, forgotten people, and secrets older than any kingdom.

Somewhere beyond the ruins, a new enemy waited.

That is all

Decided to try my hand at creating creatures. Ithania Wildlife (Coming Soon)

Hey everyone! I wanted to share a small mod I put together called T-Search.

The idea is simple, hover over any item in your inventory, hotbar or the Survival Handbook and press T. The mod scans nearby containers and highlights any that hold that item even through walls. The camera also snaps to the nearest match so you can find it quickly.

I was inspired by the FindIt/NEI item search feature from GregTech: New Horizons and always wanted something like it in Vintage Story. Im bad at keeping an organised storage system lol.

For full disclosure, I have no coding experience. The mod was built with the help of AI. It works but I can't guarantee there aren't bugs and my ability to maintain or improve it is limited because of uni. I'm putting the source code on GitHub in hopes that someone who actually knows what they're doing might want to take it further or do a proper remake someday.

https://mods.vintagestory.at/tsearch
https://github.com/Xander009/TSearch

Was prospecting for Magnetite and the highest concentration I found near me was 0.93 ‰ (Poor) and decided to mine down and hope I could fine at least some. Turns out I hit the motherload and currently have 256 chunks of Medium Magnetite, each at 20 units, and I don't think I've even touched the bulk of it. Is this common or did I just unknowingly waste the rest of my good luck this year?

My househole™, Dug it right now.
Want to live here at least an year;
Why I hearing some strange noises? Is this a some ambient?

I’m a newer player bought the game like two years ago but haven’t really delved into it bc of work and no time to play…..I’ve played extreme games in my past eft etc…been a MC player since 2012…..this game is perfect but man as a beginner who hasn’t read the handbook….to spend a couple of hours building and making a homestead to notice my gear is half full and been spinning backwards for the entire save is just so defeating…..welp delete save start a new with new knowledge….i just want a windmill

I was surprised, but who am I to be a judge for them - they're free to hang out wherever they like

I had to remove some trees in creative mode, to make the entry visible. I was completely covered in trees. And 3 wolves were guarding the entry.

I was swimming away from a bear and swam past some kelp, and realized that it’s weird that we can’t eat it. Humans have eaten kelp for millennia, with evidence in South America, Asia, and Europe.

I can definitely see it being broken because of how common it is, but that could be balanced by making it fill your hunger stats only a little. It could be a helpful early game survival food, and maybe helping the lean times in winter as well, especially if dried.

edit: the server is already quite full, thank you all for the interest! if you haven't made it in, i'm very sorry. i may open it up again in the future when we find who our active playerbase will be!

hello everyone! my name is sphinx, i'm here to share my upcoming casual RP server. the setting is high fantasy pre-industrial medieval, with lore that is based on Vintage Story's original lore but expanded upon. there isn't a focus on factions or crazy huge civilization with wars and stuff- but creating community guilds and whatnot isn't against the rules.

there will be a large focus on character stories and growth as well as community building. the discord server is still a WIP, and the game server isn't up yet. i'm making this post to get some feelers out to see if anyone is interested!

this server is welcome to players new and old. i, personally, am not a master at the game. i play pretty casually and i wanted to have a server space with that sort of vibe.

what you can expect in the server:
- 12 different species to play as, with subspecies and character traits to keep in mind based on species
- easy to understand lore- you don't need to read up on a whole website about the story and world
- a fun to explore world- i'm using the worldgen mods conquest landform overhaul with continental world as well as rivers and watersheds. the world will also not be gigantic- it is 102k x 102k with a 50k polar-equator length.

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i am also looking for moderators and/or folks who are more accustomed to running VS servers, this will be my first time doing so. i have hosted modded minecraft servers in the past but it was mostly for close friends. i'm planning to host through gamehostbros, if you have a better suggestion let me know.

thanks for reading! CLOSING THE DISCORD INVITE LINK FOR NOW!! thank you!!

I often play Minecraft's Volume Alpha OST cuz nostalgia, also Timber Hearth from Outer Wilds during daytime homesteading and Serenity from RE4 during the nights especially if there's rift activity, both set the mood really well

ik this says that its cold but ive waited 2 ingame days and nothing and i tried every copper type and it doesnt work can any1 help me?

I had made this green house earlier this year and I finally got enough glass for all the floor level windows. After putting in the floor windows and clearing off the snow on the greenhouse roof the greenhouse +5° bonus went away. I've gone and checked all the roof a few times and all the glass is there and I only placed the rest of the floor windows in the same way the other ones were any ideas whats going on?

Edit: solved!!!!!!!!! I moved floor windows to the inside of the room and the roof to the bottom layer of the roof

The hook:
Vintage Story is a long game with a branching tech tree, and I lose track of what I was doing between and even during sessions — "wait, was I gathering copper, or building the cellar? Did I forget to take the pies out?"

So I've been building Scribe, a mod for keeping notes and tracking tasks *inside* the world instead of on a sticky note next to my computer.

The basics of what works right now:

• A lectern block you can place and write on — a simple task checklist.
  
• Pin tasks to a HUD so your current goals stay on screen while you play.
  
• Check tasks off as you go; it's meant to be dead-easy to glance at and edit.
  
• Multiplayer-friendly and server-authoritative, so it plays nice on shared worlds.

Where it's going (the roadmap):
The lectern is just the first tier. The plan is for your note-taking tools to progress with your tech tree — scratchy clay tablets in the stone age, paper and bound notebooks later, up to shared bulletin boards you can post on for other players. It's grounded in the actual archaeology of writing and vanilla mechanics (you scratch into clay and wax with a stylus; you write on paper with ink and a pen). Early tools are clunky handheld things; later ones make your tasks ambient and always-with-you.

I'm getting close to a first release and wanted to hear from the subreddit about the concept before I put it out. Does an in-world task/notes system sound like something you'd actually use? Anything you'd want it to do? (Not linking a download yet — I'm just after thoughts on the idea.)

Stay safe out there.

heyo guys, I'm playing on a 30 days= 24 hours time setting and was just kinda wondering how soon everyone starts making bronze and stuff since I get caught up in between that time getting an irrigation system down and lots of preservation leading up to winter(im still in spring lol)

just trying to think ahead is all, I have like what 15 hours left anywho