So you're standing just outside your hamlet chopping at a tree. You need more wood to go along with the iron you just finished gathering for the last hour. As you take a break to catch your breath and regain some stamina you look around for any sign of movement. Not seeing anything you go back to chopping.
15min later you finally get all you want this time around and start heading back. Half way there you hear the sounds of hooves behind you and a whirling up of a magic missle. You start weaving and bobbing thinking that if you can just make it to the hamlet you can do a quick drop off and not loose 2hrs worth of gathered materials. You're almost to half health and realize you're not going to make it. You cast a minor heal spell and then pull out your polearm and try to make a stand.
When one of the attackers stand over you for the coup de grâce you take some minor satisfaction that you were able to almost kill his mount. Still you know there's no way to get all those materials back except to spend all that time again. Probably in the safety of a major city's guard towers next time.
This is Darkfall. I hate it and I love it.