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Hello, my name is David, I have been playing Wurm for a long time and have recently been thinking about writing about my experience and have decided to do just that. However, this is the first time I have ever written a short story (although I have always wanted to) let alone a story people will read (I hope), so as this will be a learning experience for me you may find my style of writing will change from time to time, although I will attempt to make it consistent. Furthermore, I have never been known for my ability to spell, although I would class myself as an average speller, some mistakes may crop up, so please bear with me. Before we get into the story I would like to go over some of my game history, just so it makes it easier to follow. I started in Wurm about 4 years ago, however my first attempt was very brief as my old PC wasn't up to running the game so after a week or two I gave up, in that time however I fell in love with the concept of the game and knew I would come back. So about 2 years ago I got a new laptop and within the first week I was wurming. I do not remember my first character, but when I joined the second time on the new laptop I became Bandon and settled on Desertion. I played as Bandon for a few months but never really accomplished anything, nothing that I remember anyway. Then I took a break from wurm again, I have taken a few breaks over the years, some voluntary and some due to technical difficulty or something of that nature that prevented me from playing. I will be referencing these breaks in my story, but to keep with the theme I will be referring to them vaguely, such as saying “I wandered into the woods and was not seen for some time†or something of that nature. Now this story will be about my third and current character Anarion, who is on Serenity. Some may know the name, not very many. I will be talking about Anarion's adventures in the third person and I will be keeping my story based on actual events that happened in game, although I will be adding some extra content for more depth in the story, especially at the start, but all of my adventures will be based off real in game experiences. (note- the first chapter is complete fiction for the purpose of setting up the story, the second chapter is loosely based on the tutorial.) Now, without any more delay or dilly-dallying and with no further ado what soever..... let the story begin... Chapter 1 – A life of Adventure In a small village in the heart of Desertion a soft wind blew, rustling the leaves of the trees in the orchard and stirring the dust on the gravel road. The town was like any other small rural village in the are, the people kept to themselves and travelers on the road were a rarity, although as the years progressed travelers came more frequently and it was for this reason that the mayor had decided to build an Inn in the heart of the village. It was by this Inn, that was rising from its foundations as the workers toiled with bricks and mortar, that a young man stood. He watched the workers laboring and marveled at the Inn, the first stone building in the village. But what really filled his mind was the thought of the travelers who would one day dwell within. The young man, Anarion was his name, had always dreamed of travelling, it was noted by other villagers that all he seemed to talk about was distant places he had heard of or about travelers he had seen and what they had said. The behavior was considered odd and so was he, it was not like normal villagers to obsess about distant places, of course when a traveler passed on the road everyone stopped to have a look, but not for long and they were soon forgotten about as the daily tasks took preference. But Anarion would not forget, he wished for nothing more than to join those travelers, to leave his small village and see the world. Anarion's desire to leave was always put down to his lack of friends within the village, even before he was considered “odd†he had very few friends and no one could say they knew him well. As a child other mothers would tell there children to go play with him, but Anarion didn't want to play, even as a child he was reclusive, preferring to learn a new skill than charging around a field with the other children. When his parents asked about this he used his size as an excuse, claiming that the other children were bigger and even if he did go with them he wouldn't keep up, his parents didn't push the issue as they saw no problem in a boy putting practical skills over playing. Now as young man he still kept to himself, although not exactly friendless, though you would never see him in the local tavern. His lack of friends was not the reason Anarion wanted to leave, nor was it his dreams of adventures or his parents passing a few years previous, although they were a part. It was Anarion's greed that was the source of his desire. Anarion's village was not wealthy, although not exactly poor either, but with no valuable resources it was never going to be a village known by any save those who lived there, even those that passed through were oblivious to its name. This is the reason that Anarion wished to leave, in books, of which the town had few, he read about cities and great markets, of ports with massive ships and about the richer world outside his village. He was sure that if he left and made for the town of Strong Box, where every adventure he read began, he would find a place to make his fortune. He believed he had the skill, the knowledge and the determination to make something of his future, so one morning as the sun rose and the day broke he stepped out the door of his family home, with his fathers old short sword on his hip, his savings in his pocket and a few items he would need in a backpack he left his village. As he looked back to his old house he considered what would become of it now that he was gone, it was a brief thought, as he turned his head back to the road in front of him he didn't look back again. His village was his old life, this was the begging of his new one.