i just left the island, the bright blinding light shined like a million suns. suddenly, i fell flat on my face. "hey look at the noob" i herd people comment. "grrr, ill show you ill train, practise and gain money and levels to defeat you all". and off i went. about 1 hour of amilessly running around i stummbled apon a great castle. someone shouted to me "welcome to faladour". i thought to myself " faladour huh, maybe i can start here". i went to get some supplies i might be needing. i went to my bank got my picaxe and setted off for the dwarven mines. I went down a lader that was in the middle of a dwarven compund, and found my self in a cave. i found a rocky outcrop and prospected it. i noticed it was copper, and the silver one was tin. then i rembered what i learned, "tin and copper ores make bronze bars". "yeah i can do this"i thought to myself and lifted my picaxe high in the air only to chip a bit of rock off. i tried it again, a bigger chunk fell. i tried it yet again and finaly got some copper ore. "one down, only another 400 swings". after about an hours time i walked off with my 200 tin and copper ores in my bag. That morning i decided to make my ores into bronze bars. i made 100 and smithed them to form a bronze platebody, legs, kite, a long sword and a helmet. about a week later, my smithing and mining skills increased. soon i was making rune items and wearing them has the days went by. that day i seen one of the people wh omade fun of me. guess what, i was stronger then him. i easily cut through him. with a smile on my face i muddered " one down, 3 more to go"... another week went buy and this time i saved up for full sara. i felt proud that i was given god armour. one of the people who made fun of me P.M.ed me saying he was sorry and wanted me to spare him. i granted no last request he had. the last 2 where getting close now. one day i herd that the 2 final guys were in the wild killing low level people. i got angry, to angry, i could not controll myself. i ran out their and i found out something. it was a trap. their wernt 2 people their were 5. all stronger then me. i ran but it was too late. some mage caught me off gaurd and hit a 40 to me. with my last breath i said " he, still stronger then me, i have no regre......." i died. i lost my sara, and my respect. the moral of the story? dont always rush into things plan and think about them first. plz tell me how it was ^..^