I have to share the bullshit that just happened.
I just figured out how to sail because I figured it was easier to carry ore back and forth between my 2 bases. Turns out sailing takes even longer than walking with all the rocks, sandbars, and peninsulas in the way, and that's if the wind decides to be in my favor.
As soon as I reach my second base, a couple of graydwarfs spawn, so I get off my raft and go slay them. As soon as I'm done, the ground shakes and I realize that a fucking troll is behind me. I run off a distance to eat and get my bow out as a horde of graydwarfs chase after me. After I deal with them I go to find the troll and it's fucking with my base and there's more graydwarfs after me. I get out my sword to deal with them, but now the troll has noticed me and by the time I think I have a clearing to back off to gain some distance I'm out of stamina. I get caught on a tree stump and I'm dead. I respawn at the second base that is almost entirely obliterated and I immediately pick up a ton of shit that was in my chests. I book it for where I died but I just can't take any of it because I have too much stuff already. I try to run off and remove the shit I don't need but the graydwarf horde catches up to me and I die again. Third times the charm and I get my stuff back. No enemies around, not even the troll, which is weird because they were right next to me and my base when I died. Just me and my shit laying everywhere. I have the desire now to halt everything and chop down every single stump and shrub in the black forest.
Tis the life of a Viking.