TLDR; LOOK AT THE PICTURESI'm bored. Here's the poetic and eloquent AAR:
Several days ago, upon the ocean’s edge, I spied a man sailing west. His vessel bore the Emblem of Ukraine, fluttering defiantly against the salt wind.
He was clad in steel and crowned with Thane’s rings—signs not merely of survival, but of wealth, ambition, perhaps even hubris.
I followed.
His trail was not difficult to find: bare earth where grass should be, a deer carcass splayed in mute testimony, his ship run aground like some forgotten relic of war.
Eventually I discovered what I sought—his settlement. A square of dirt carved from the wild, a palisade thin as parchment, gates locked yet vulnerable. The foundations of an settlement, but built in haste, and not yet hardened against the world.

I left him then, to see what fruit his ambition would bear. When I returned days later, the compound had grown: crops tilled, a stonestead raised, serpentinite paving the earth. Civilization had taken root, fragile but determined. And yet… one careless gate left open, another hastily built but not hardened. A glaring vulnerability begging to be exploited.

Temptation, of course, is an old friend of mine. I entered. The very first cupboard revealed a master key—as though Providence itself had whispered, “This land is yours now.” I closed shut his gates and his visitor gates were destroyed. I waited for him in the quiet dark.
When he arrived, there was no fight, no grand duel. Merely inevitability. A lamb before a lion.
He fell, and I took what was mine.


Fate, however, has a sense of humor. Hours later, I found him again—fleeing, desperate, rowing a small boat heavy with a compost bin.

Perhaps he believed he might begin anew.

But the sea is merciless, and so am I. One strike ended that dream before it began.

And thus the Ukrainian Refugee vanished from the world, his story a brief flame in Haven and Hearth, extinguished as swiftly as it burned.
There is no moral here, save perhaps this: in Haven, as in life, all walls rot, all gates weaken, and all men one day meet the axe.

toonets wrote:How is it possible to get inside? I don't get it
toonets wrote:I live alone. Master key never left the village, no access without visitor gates, and no gates left open.
toonets wrote: So no way to bypass the visitor debuff.

toonets wrote:And what the fuck is poaching?
poaching (countable and uncountable, plural poachings)
Illegal procurement of protected wildlife such as
fish,
game,
logging, or
plant collecting.
toonets wrote:And the main mystery is poaching. Any suggestion what he meant? Like English is not my first language but I think I understand the meaning of the word, but probably it's not what he meant.
Незаконна добич диких тварин чи рослин — як-то риба, дичина, вирубка або збір рослин.
А ти, покидьок, улавлюєш суть — це і є браконьєрство!
toonets wrote:Been a casual semi-hermit since W3, but I do not understand how you can access a closed off palisade with normal security precautions in place. Just curious.
Casual semi-hermit veteran since W3 ; read this thread:
https://www.havenandhearth.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=42&t=72166toonets wrote:Is he retarded or something?
no u
