Hjalmar was on a mission. His longship—the pride of his small coastal village—was docked three biomes away, filled with iron scrap. But he had died to a stray Deathsquito while exploring the Plains, and this "corpse run" in leather armor was proving to be a nightmare.
He burst into a clearing to find a modest wooden longhouse. A player named 'Sigrid' stood by the hearth, stirring a cauldron. She looked up just as Hjalmar tumbled through the door, followed by a massive blue fist that shattered the porch's thatched roof. "Troll!" Hjalmar gasped. Valheim (v0.213.4) [Early Access]
Sigrid didn't panic. She swapped her ladle for a Huntsman Bow. "Welcome to the neighborhood," she typed coolly. "Step aside; I" Hjalmar was on a mission