Player:Drago

eerm, if anyone reads this. i got very bored and started this as a joke...but its getting kinda long so may aswell finish it ^^ lets call this: the tales of drago: chapter 1

drago began wurm as a novice invited by his friend from another game, zamuel. it was back before the highways were complete and the only way to get to the settlement his friends had began was to venture through the spider infested woods to the east coast. zamuel and thallin escorted him but in the end all 3 were chased across creation by the amass of creatures. after hitting the eastern coast the three swam over the clay sea bed and eventually they made there way to the settlement, at the time a simple homestead. It was not long till he developed a keen interest in mining,terraforming and carpentry, and a bitter dislike of cooking and smithing to match. it did not take long till he became an established member, building the town farm and villa area used for charcoal piles. he became good friends with the local neighbours aswell, often ending up there battered from venturing through the woods narrowly escaping spiders in the valleys to the western forest. elias would often patch him up and send him on his way with some cotton or supplies.

as the days went by he came closer to this beloved land, but alas....the dreaded 'real life' would play a treaturous tole. it was deemed that he should travel with his family, leaving behind the beautiful lands of wurm for all but a forenight, a small modest time...but all it took to shake the foundations of the village of northern haven. Upon his return to the lands of wurm drago found himself alone, with not a sign of a soul's presence for many days. what had become of his fellow villagers? he did not know...but at a loss to see his beloved village in decay, he paid the guards in his mayors stead and begain work on the restoration of the area.

days passed, without a word from his friends he began to look elsewhere for incouragement into his continued wurmian times. he became a frequent voice in the kingdom of jehnn kellon and endeavoured to take part in activities in his local area. it was from this, that he first met what unbeknownst to him would be his best most singular encounter of his wurmian life. it was a sunny day, as per usual...if you dont count the downpours of rain and pea soup that would limit his sight to mere meters. a prominent figure in the kingdom had arranged a mass hunt to destroy the menacing goblins taking refuge on the eastern isles... a common trip, and coincidentally it set off across the sea just down the coast from the village he had now become the proprioter of after a final visit from his friend zamuel, who was never to be seen again after.

so seeking to immerge himself in new encounters he set off to meet with the band of hunters, proudly wearing his hand crafted cottonwear and a longsword found in a strange pile mere meters from a drooling spider, ones loss tis anothers gain so they say. and so the hunt began, crossing the calm waters to the eastern isles. as the group made there way in-land, picking off the straggling goblins which had not the sense to hide in the woods after see'ing such an array of men with swords in hand come to towards them. the progress was swift and ruthless at first, that is to say untill people had begone to lose one another in the midst of the fighting. the further you went into this dark and deadly woods, the faster goblins would ambush you from the brances above. but that was not what made people worry...

deep within the forest lay the venerable spiders, several meters in diametre they would tear a man limb from limb. and as there reputation deemed, they began to stalk those who had seperated from the group. no one understood the ramblings of the men in the distance as they fell to the fierce beasts till it was too late and they had been sent back to newtown stripped of their possessions but spared their lifes by the gods powers. At this point the fighters knew what awaited behind the hills and out of sight, this quick jossle to the mind to calm their nerves and they regrouped. it was decided to find the lost companions possessions and to lure the spider away from them using the cover of the water, a spiders folly. and so the search began...drago had scowered the hills, and being one of the few who knew the terrain had located the lost goods down a steep hill. but this was not all, as he found yet another companion still alive from the spider or so he thought. in truth this hunter had beaten him to find the goods but had fallen through a vast thorn bush barely able to move. he decided to help the wurmian, the wurmian named 'Metaldragon'.

drago was the co mayor of northern haven but disbanded the village when he and the other villagers moved to wild to join kyara and commuted back and forth beetween the two servers up untill jk-h closed. prior to the closure of jk-h he had places a memorial HS in place of northern haven to keep the area as his own little resort.

he is also the only known player to of hatched a dragon egg in G2. the resulting hatchling was the last dragon on jk-h, delamore the black. which was subsidently killed prior to the servers deletion.

drago currently resides in Valley Of The Gods on the Freedom server.

he has played for over a year and has accumulated the following titles:

• carpenter
  • renowned carpenter

• fine carpenter

• lumberjack
  • timberman

• digger
  • excavator
    • landshaper

• miner
  • prime minester

• handyman
• repairman

• tanner

• shield smith

• platesmith

• axeman

• soldier

• mercenary

• trollslayer

• dragonslayer

• giantslayer