Harvesting
Lumberjacking
Lumberjacking feeds Carpentry the way Mining feeds Blacksmithing — and, like Mining, it covers both halves of getting the material ready. Felling trees gives logs; carving those logs into boards is Lumberjacking too, exactly as smelting ore into ingots is Mining. Carpentry begins at the board. The woods are quieter than the mines but not safe — something still wanders out of the treeline now and then.
What the treeline gives up
Blackwood needs 110 effective skill: your own skill plus the bonus of the tool in your hand and any band. Raw skill stops at 100, so on skill alone a Grandmaster's draw ends at Valiwood — the Share at GM column — and the last column is the draw once gear has made up the difference.
| Skill | Yields | Share at GM | Share at 110 effective |
|---|---|---|---|
| No requirement | 82.0% | 81.9% | |
| 65.0 | 4.0% | 4.0% | |
| 70.0 | 3.5% | 3.5% | |
| 75.0 | 3.0% | 3.0% | |
| 80.0 | 2.5% | 2.5% | |
| 85.0 | 2.0% | 2.0% | |
| 90.0 | 1.5% | 1.5% | |
| 95.0 | 1.0% | 1.0% | |
| 99.0 | 0.5% | 0.5% | |
| 110.0 effective | — | 0.02% |
Carving logs into boards
Carving trains Lumberjacking rather than a skill of its own — the same arrangement smelting has with Mining — so the whole timber chain sits under one number, up to a ceiling of 75. A Saw Pit in your house does the carving for you.
| Skill | Wood | Becomes |
|---|---|---|
| No requirement | ||
| 65.0 | ||
| 70.0 | ||
| 75.0 | ||
| 80.0 | ||
| 85.0 | ||
| 90.0 | ||
| 95.0 | ||
| 99.0 | ||
| 100.0 |
Rares
Five yard pieces found only by working this skill. Any work at the skill can turn one up — every swing or craft, success or failure, and the hours you put in while logged out as well. Each stands in your yard or your house, carries its own story on its tooltip, and trades like any other item.
| Piece | Its story |
|---|---|
| A yew stump planed flat, its rings marked in ink by three generations of fellers: the long winter, the great fire, the year the Reapers first walked. The outermost ring has no mark yet. Somebody is going to have to decide what this year was. | |
| Hacked off a Reaper in the Yew Forest by a feller having a very bad day. Every spring since, the dead limb has put out a single green leaf, and every autumn it drops it at somebody's feet — never the same person twice, and never, the fellers insist, by accident. | |
| Two handles, one blade, and forty years of a partnership that argued over every cut. When he retired she hung the saw up rather than learn somebody else's rhythm. The teeth on his side are worn a finger's width shorter, and she will tell you that proves nothing at all. | |
| A full cord of Valiwood, split, stacked and seasoned to perfection, and far too good to put on any fire. Families have kept warm through whole winters on it without burning a single stick: they sell one log a season and buy coal. | |
| Carved in Yew from the hundredth tree a crew brings down, and set on a post where the hundred-and-first will fall, to keep count. Fellers swear a carved owl turns its head to follow a careless axe. Nobody has been careless in front of this one for a very long time. |