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== Lifetime===== Start ===After entering the one-way gate to the wild landing, Kakolukia asked the guide for his help. Luckily enough, Kakolukia was pretty much selfsupplying and didn't like to rely on others for his surviveability. After asking around the directions for Pirate Outpost, he started his journey, which miraculously took twice as long as the second time he had to walk to it.  After arriving at Pirate Outpost he quickly reached for the mines and started practicing his forging and smithing skills. Asking what the lads at PO really atreally needed, someone he got suggested that to start a carreer as platesmith would be really helpful, and so he decided did. After practicing blacksmithing for a while, he had to go to the woods to chop down some trees. However, night fell and he was offroad, his lantern was dry on tar and he didn't know where he was. Wandering for an hour or so, he encountered a murdered unicorn. === Unicorn ===It was strange sight to see such magnificent horse dead, on the ground. There were no tracks around it and it seemed the unicorn had been butchered already. However, the pelt still was lying a few steps away from the corpse, he quickly grabbed it and started searching for directions. However, in his manic panic he hit a tree, fell down the hill and broke his neck. ... The void is a scary place, I tell you... Experiencing his first of many deaths, he got sucked back into the light. It seemed it was day again and he was back at the Pirate outpost. Not minding the comments of people thatthey found his corpse a stone throw in the forest, he went back to work. === Back again ===Right now, I'm making coal in the forest, which is a harsh practice for me.Steel production is going slow also, as the iron is low quality. Seems the grasshoppers of Pirate outpost took all the good stuff to make their own stuff with it, no smart in my opinion. After figuring who did it, I didn't yell, no... I just calmly told them they should use the dense iron to make their tools. I continued on forging... Checking the now extinquished piles of charcoal, I grabbed the tar and coal I needed quickly and ran back to my shack (it's only a wooden house, enough space for a table, bed and a chest or cart). Now I'm finding myself mining in the cave for more low quality ore... Life can be hard!