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I was born to a large and well developed town with a surplus of everything but people. Maybe you know it. It’s bell town was 4 stories high and they had built a wall around the monument to stop any apocalypses. Great wonders constructed by the ancients using technology long since lost.
I spent my childhood carrot farming. It was easy work, as most of the many wells were full and baskets were plentiful. The hardest part was just picking them all before they seeded. However, I was soon given a task by our small family. As a man it was my task to venture out and find seeds for the farm.

Long I wondered and I was about to give up hope until I stumbled upon an abandoned village. Only it was not abandoned at all. It was populated… by the Underwood tribe.

I infiltrated their tribe, blended in, and when the opportunity arose filled a cart with their most valuable goods and dashed back to my home marker. I returned triumphant and shared my spoils with the family. I decided then, to be a farmer, not of sheep or carrots but of people.

Many time I returned, raiding their supplies with impunity living of the fat of their lands. Never killing though, as that would inhibit the productivity of my new flock. Once, I tried to steal a child as our tribe was lacking people. But the little guy broke free and mom got suspicious.

The raiding reached its culmination with the next generation as I was lucky enough to be reborn in the same village as Ken. I enlisted the help of a family member, Bob, and together we road on horseback and attacked with our barbarian hoard (a hoard of two but still). The village was wise to our game by now and had a militia of bows and sword men but with our cavalry we were able to out maneuver them and steal what we wished.  The greatest prize was 4 full baskets of seeds freshly collected by their queen.

We left as quickly as we came leaving from a direction that would not lead them back to our village and return home victorious. No doubt the names Ken and Bob strike fear into the hearts of the Underwoods to this day.

/// Despite the exhilaration of waging war and raiding I do feel a bit bad. I would not like it to happen to me. However, I wonder if it should be a viable strategy for survival. Does it count as griefing? I don’t think so as we were using resources for our own tribe and we never killed anyone or wanted too. (well, only once at the end when I was old and wanted a duel with the queen, I missed and she ran off). Griefing would be killing and destroying for the sake of destruction, we were farming these people.

I’m not sure how my tribe faired in the end, there was never enough people despite all the food and raided stuff. Maybe the other village took all the respawns? Either way, being a barbarian hoard certainly made for a memorable game. ///