Being located sorta close to New Cockhaven, I embarked on a long journey to find a mine. The idea of joining someone else's village and being their bitch never appealed to me. Maybe I won't have the highest quality stuff, but I like doing everything and having the freedom to do what I want. I'd just need some good metal source since my freedom was limited to constructions made of wood... With my sturdy wagon, trusty bull, raft, and several straw baskets and crates, I set out.
So, recalling rumours of unclaimed mines at the ends of the world, I went far south until I reached the edge. The fruitless journey had driven me to a life of thievery, which complimented my nomadic life well. I'd stolen many things along my journey. Anything from simple leather to coffers to cavebulbs to 0.1 L of q5 tea to a q6 spruce cap to chests. I thought I might see the west edge of the world, but gave up after a while and decided to head north again. Surely all the mines along the edge of the world would be discovered already, but I saw villages with mines along my journey that were only created within the past month or two. Perhaps the center world held some promise?
And so I stumbled along and found some claimed land guarded by mere roundpole fences; it looked a little worn out. Ignoring the claim, I waltzed in to see if they had anything worth stealing. I nibbled some stolen rabbit meat until some chests caught my attention. I replaced some of my old containers with chests and found the food supply. As if it were my last meal, I ate all their cavebulbs and honeybuns. I planned to steal the q90+ soil I saw in one chest, but then I saw a boat along the river. The main village was definitely on the mountain right across the river. It had a palisade, so it would surely have better loot... I approached closer to find the name Broholm. I headed back for a moment to look them up and see what their activity was like, but they had only been mentioned a few times on the forum. I knew this was a risky operation, but I sailed alongside the palisade a little further to look for an opening... when I saw a person cooking something over a cauldron! In my week or so of thieving, this was the second time I saw a person in a village. The first time I was gonna just rename someone's bull, but then I noticed them, greeted them, and hightailed it out of there. They probably hadn't seen me, but I decided to get the hell out of there immediately. I hopped on my wagon and fled to what I believed to be far enough inland. I ate, took the greatest loot (including the spruce cap, of course), and left the rest behind as I build a boat on a nearby river. Perhaps I would return for it someday. Recognizing some scenery, I managed to make it back to my original camp somehow. I woke up the next day relieved to see I was still alive. I hadn't been killed so far, so maybe I could survive this incident, as well? I went about my usual business when... a man had entered the house and initiated combat! I ran out the door into the dead of night, he chased after. I ran back to the camp and took a boat, fast enough so that he couldn't hop in behind me. However, there was another boat ready and waiting for him, so he followed after. He shot, he missed. The high speed boat chase continued and I was struck down. He destroyed my boat and I drowned to a watery grave with my loot. He stated "loooool" and gained approximately 40k LP.
My only regret is being unable to say "glub glub glub" as I drowned due to being unconcious. Well played.