by Lupich » Fri Jun 21, 2013 5:18 pm After being a complete noob for a couple of hours, my friend and I finally setup a little camp. We worked late into the night to progress our characters, and build up some land to call our own. While foraging we came across a small encampment on the shores with some unguarded leather in the rack, some cooked meats, and someone sleeping in a lean-to. As any hearthling would, we considered this a gift, started taking down the leather and running off into the woods. During this another stranger ran at us from the woods yelling "Hey, stop that! Leave our stuff alone!" my posse and I sprinted down the beach.
When we convened we stopped to decide what we were going to do. Just last night, we ourselves were robbed of our leather - We knew how it felt to have your rabbit skins stolen while you sleep, let alone the feeling of chasing the culprits helplessly. Nervously I paced back towards the encampment shouting "We are peaceful!" as we approached. As we were speaking with the strangers, returning their leathers, and exchanging stories of bandits nearby I cloaked stranger made his way down the shoreline. He was clad in the skin of a bear, wielding a weapon. He barked at us in a strange language and accused the strangers of vandalizing his property and stealing from him - Which seemed impossible as the strangers were so new.
Rather than scamper off into the wild I decided to try at diplomacy and reason with the hostile stranger. I explained it was impossible for us to steal, so new to this world. Eventually reason took hold and he left us. Even the strangers knew we were not safe here. Having previously explored the peninsula I knew we were trapped on the island with them. There was a quick and unanimous decision to leave immediately, with the strangers. We packed our goods into crates and worked with great fervor to construct a small armada of boats. We set off into the night, down river. After nearly a fortnight of paddling and portaging our weary group found a peaceful forest. We wasted no time erecting some huts, racks, and a well. Though it had only been days if felt like weeks since we left the forest from where we came.
Another week passed, by now well stocked and our bellies getting plumper. Some of us were growing lazy, and we let our guard down. While out foraging and hunting for the group a masked stranger ran into our camp and started going through all of our goods, helping himself. Our lone farmer bravely approached the fellow to try and make peace. He was told "Stay still or I will kill you." and so he did and he was told and stood there helplessly while the bandit took all of our leather, curiosities, and food, he then destroyed the leftovers and started to romp off into the darkness. A few moments had passed and the farmer, paralyzed with fear, finally followed in the direction of the bandit, who to his displeasure was coming back to the camp! This time however the mask was removed. "Where are you from?" he asked "How many of you live here?" deciding to trust the man the farmer told him what he knew. The stranger then apologized for the looting, stated he badly needed leather, he promised immunity for the group and left them with some curious trinkets that were of great value and craftsmanship. The farmer thanked the stranger for not killing him on sight, and the two parted ways peacefully.
I thought that would have been enough excitement for one day, but was quickly proven wrong. When I had returned from my foraging trip and began working on tanning more leathers as a completely naked man stumbled from the ticket, covered in blood, panting heavily. He sprinted to a nearby cart and started pulling it back into the forest. Just when I thought I'd seen it all, a massive swarm of ants enveloped the nude thief and made him instantly drop to the ground writhing in pain. Removing the palm from my face, I jaunted over to the confused man and brushed the masses of ants off of him. When he finally woke up he stumbled around with a confused look on his face and said "Hi." - "Hey there, I am peaceful. If you need help just ask. But don't steal from me." his eyes darted around the clearing and he focused intensely on the bone saw I was carrying. "Can I have this?" he asked, as he helped himself to it. "I suppose you can." I sighed and I wandered back to camp while keeping an eye on the strange man. He seemed to think his friend lived to the north and he disappeared into the woods from where he came.
All in all, an eventful and surprisingly peaceful/cooperative start to World 7 for myself and my friends.
I hope I can keep up the good luck and sort things out diplomatically when possible.
Side note: This all happened within ~2 IRL days of playing, and everything we've built or crafted so far is currently on public/unclaimed land, which is surprising.
(i wish it doesn't suddenly stand up,what happened after that: 
