Church of Satan's domain lays in a land that has been untouched since the dawn of time and only now springing up with new life; the hearthlings adventer about; gathering, crafting and building; building a community of peaceful hermits that chow down barriers and apples, simple times for them.
But even in simple times they have old memory's and story's of dragon island that stir their fears. so their eyes watch the sea~ as they know it was only a matter of time until someone ventured onto island...and today was the day.
The setting sun lit up an unfamiliar sail~ a sail with an image of a dark sun.
The boat made land and the traveler quickly run about making his camp.
He threw Metal and leather about; building a wall and preparing house. Effective and quick~ But maybe not so...
The Church of Satan got word of the new traveler~ scouts saw him early in his attempt to build.
so the group setup with an intention of meeting the new traveler, but as most hearthlings~ he ran off into the woods.
We waited...
One hour....
Two hours...
Time to make a judgement call.
The chest were filled with good; but they were of noobish trade.
Sword and armor~ this brought fear back for some.
Not wanting trouble of a possibly dangerous hearthling the group removed his wall, his house and belongings.
But they were not heartless~ they left messages for the hearthling to come visit the church.
"we would return your gear" the message they left. with also ways to contact the church.
then hours past .... and finally the hearthling return with his message chiseled into a runestone.
some say he's still out there. fucking the apple tree that my mother is buried under.