As Caryl the Alt-Traveller lifts himself up from the spruce bed, he frowns as his eyes open at the sight of the sleeper, still sound asleep. He bids his farewell and moves on with his travels...
Caryl the Alt-Traveller's Log 7: "A Stroke of Fortune!"
As he resumes his travels, Caryl the Alt-Traveller set his sights on a boat down below the hill he was standing on. It was unclaimed, he found useful tools and supplies to keep him sustained for his long journey. As he packs up, he first walked towards the cabin door to check if it wasn't locked as he expected it to be...
Caryl the Alt-Traveller's Log 8: "The Owners"
Opening the door, he didn't expect to see Hearth-lings inside seeing as how it appears to be abandoned. But to his surprise, he found two Hearth-lings who are undisturbed by the sound metal tools and equipment clanging inside Caryl the Alt-Traveller's backpack as he walked and strolled around the camp.
Caryl the Alt-Traveller's Log 9: "Towards the Sea!"
Caryl the Alt-Traveller took the boat and set for distant lands, bent on discovering more Hearth-lings and telling their tales to the rest of the Hearth-landers all across the Haven!
Caryl the Alt-Traveller's Log 10: "The Realization"
While travelling the rivers and seas, Caryl could not help but notice the sight of sleepers increasing. He has slowly realized that perhaps the sleepers aren't really sleeping at all. Maybe some of them died in their sleep, murdered by
thieves and raiders or maybe the passage of time just
whisked their souls away...
Caryl the Alt-Traveller's Log 11: "A Peaceful Village turned into a Slaughterhouse"
Disembarking on unknown land, Caryl the Alt-Traveller braves the seas as he sets afoot in what seemed to be a peaceful village. He reads the runestones and memorizes the messages left behind by the rune-makers, each stone engraved a farewell quote and a name... They were Comrades (literally each one of them had a Comrade befor their names) who lived together and died together.
Caryl the Alt-Traveller's Log 12: "A glint of hope"
Caryl the Alt-Traveller spots some chopped logs lumped together, he stops and makes a split-decision on whether he should keep rowing or land and scout the place, hoping to find signs of life.
Caryl the Alt-Traveller's Log 13: "Hope turns to Hopelessness"
Caryl the Alt-Traveller stood still in silence after he has thoroughly searched the area for signs of life including the tiny confines of the wooden cabin. Caryl the Alt-Traveller found himself void of hope as he wonders: "How can such Hearth-lings do disgraceful things? Do they not value all the work and dedication that others have put into building up their camps that might have the potential to become well-established huge settlements?".
Caryl the Alt-Traveller's Log 14: "A Beautiful patch in the Wilderness"
A Flag with a skull on it protruded from a hill that didn't escape Caryl the Alt-Traveller's undeveloped Perception Skill. It was so obvious that even a kid can spot it from miles away. The large skull was used to claim ownership of the area, drawing closer Caryl the Alt-Traveller found a beautiful circular field of various crops and plants, not far from this field were the skeletons and remains of the tenants.