Grog wrote:
@Fharlanghn
can you make your story a little more detailed. sounds interesting
The whole of it isn't really that grand or expansive.
The people of Stin, the majority of which are raiders that are led by a guy that seems to be obsessed with micromanaging every aspect of everything in his sphere of influence, were in a huge pickle. They had raided Blunt and a few other places, and Rozn made the mistake of shooting his mouth off at the wrong time, resulting in a lot of retaliatory fire from their victims because Stin didn't have their brick wall up yet.
Rather than try to tough it out in the face of countless people sealing off the cornerposts of their brick wall, something they tried to deal with by sending a thief out to other mines to get wrought iron to handle making more of them, they decided it might be best to move themselves to the southern edge of the map, where they might be safe from the consequences of Rozn's bragging about how hardcore he was. Given that they might not have had to try to send me out to other mines to steal wrought iron if they hadn't used up all of their own metals for Soldier's Swords and Plate Mail and all that, I'm not really sorry that I gave what I found to other people.
But I digress. I spent a few days trying to become part of the village. This was harder than originally anticipated, largely because I couldn't seem to figure out who I was supposed to tell things to when I found them out. The application process into Stin, it seemed, was a rigorous process of proving yourself to be useful time and again. Or so I thought until Thorkell's laziness got my foot in the door because he was "watching TV and don't want to switch between Village and Party" during what Ridge thought was a raid on the village.
After being initiated so unceremoniously, the very next night, we were on the move to leave Stin and find a new home. A better home. A home where people didn't know Thorkell's face and no one knew where they lived. And so, Ridge gave up the Lawspeaker and they traveled three supergrids to find salvation. And along the way, they broke into and raided no less than five homes.
Because it makes sense to commit crimes when you're on the run because people are harassing you for committing crimes.
When we finally arrived at the Promised Land At The Edge Of The Map, we found that the perfect spot was already taken by some hermit that had set up camp there. This man spoke to us, friendly at first, and Ridge responded in something that might be mistaken for friendliness if you completely ignored the fact that he donned full steel gear in order to say it.
"We're building our village here. We'd like it if you'd move. Or we can just build around you and declaim the land."
Some words were exchanged back and forth, threats of varying degrees of veiledness were given, and I tried to get Ridge to see reason in Party chat. Instead of leaving the harmless hermit alone, he set up a personal claim around all of the areas that hadn't already been taken by the guy.
While this was happening, I was looking through the boats that we'd brought all this way, which contained chests full of the stuff. Some of it was pretty interesting, but escapes me right now due to the fact that I've slept since then. What I was after wasn't scythes or metal cauldrons or anything like that. What I was after was the stuff required to start a Village Claim and construct palisades, which was all neatly packed away in their own chests for the sake of tidiness.
And then.
I'm a thief. I steal things for a living in Haven & Hearth. Yeah, I ruin people's days on occasion when I find a security flaw. Yeah, I'm something of a nuisance when I do things like that. But I don't bully harmless hermits that like to play alone, and I don't like being part of a group of people that does things like that.
I hit Travel to Hearth Fire and was immediately three supergrids away, where they were completely incapable of retaliating. While I was on the run with a boatload of their stuff, I swung through Stin again and grabbed the Lawspeaker status from the Village Idol and promptly slipped through the clutches of Bob Dole, AKA Thors, AKA Thorkell by boating away like a coward.
The things I had stolen from Stin, I dispersed throughout the crowd of people that had been raided by them, seeking out people that were online in order to secure it far from their range of influence. Meanwhile, Village Chat and private chats were throwing conniptions at and about me. It would have been the perfect crime, untraceable due to the fact that I'd carefully avoided using Criminal Acts around the village...
But. I got greedy. I wanted to do more to even the scales. I returned for one last raid upon the raiders, and was caught for my audacity.
To the best of my knowledge, my bones now lay at the feet of the runestone I'd left near the Village Idol of Stin. A runestone that reads, simply, "Thanks for the memories. -Fharlanghn"
And now, I start anew.
See you on the road, gentlemen.
by Fharlanghn » Sun Feb 06, 2011 10:29 am 
I think we can get a few bear teeth and deer antlers on our own and we can make another LC again. Just seeing this post means that you have way to much time on your hands. It's a game, go out and have fun with it.
