The land around the Crossroads, as it is right now on this server.
Survivors have been shaping this world one tree, wall and grudge at a time.
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Punch wood from a tree, pick up stones, pull fiber from wild hemp. Your first axe is three steps away.
Nights are cold, mountains colder, rain soaks you through. A campfire warms and cooks — and tells everyone where you are.
Raise walls and doors, plant a banner to claim land, invite people you trust. Everything you build stays in the world.
The other players are the only danger out here. Swap goods safely, or take what they carry. When you die, your bag stays behind.