I noticed a lot of people here like illustrated stories so I will give you one too :o/
Me and my friends descend from another game, in previous weeks or rather days we started to "infiltrate" this game following a lead of one of our friends that used to play this game for longer. Personally me on May 31th I left my hermit-like place and joined my fellow clanmembers in the south to start working on a village of our own.
As you see, I didn't have really developped char when i was setting out for the trip :D but well, I made it alive through over half of the world map.
It took us about 2 weeks to get our village to the level, that it could be considered self-sufficient. Since our clan has like ~100 members, we were getting new recruits almost every day and stopped at about 15+ villagers still hoping for many more. Unluckily this won't happen, because most of us are dead and the village is completely destroyed after 2 guys bashed through the palisade.
The place where they attacked from
And destruction they left (no the hearth is not theirs, it was made by us)
Overall I have to say we were "blessed" that this happened so early, because wasting 2 weeks of sbdy's gaming time (especially in this game) is not really a big deal. For example we had 2 bulls but no cow etc. :D
As I noticed by skimming through the forums, we called the death upon ourselves by the biggest sinn in this game - by speaking English!!!
2 intruders, would sbdy mind to translate that? In fact its the only thing that interests me...
The story ends here, we don't want/need any rangers to do any childish revenge or anything else, so location of the ruins will stay unrevealed...
Cheers B.
