CHAPTER ONE
The faded leather bound book seems to be cracking under the mere pressure of the fingers that lift its cover open, inside the faded pages show a image drawn of Ink that shows the rear of a wagon and the trees around it. There used to be colour to this image, but those have long gone to time. The reader could just make out small images of Barrels, Chests and a few odds and ends like Pickaxe, Deerhides and other things alike inside the open wagon, but anything that was detailed was no longer there so just these shapes were smudged and faded...
Turning the page the Ink began its story......
"I can not remember when it was that I left the Village of Worlds End. But I spent most of my time sorting out the goods I no longer needed. I had been slaving away trying to get a Ranch up and running but the lack of Food that would be available to me was slowly declining, forcing me to take my own hand into the different jobs. It mattered little to me, I was ok with it. But after a while I felt that I wanted to try something different...
The wagon was one that I helped build, and there were two others alike that could be left to the village, all the cattle used to pull the cursed things were tamed by my hand aswell, so in truth, they were mine to begin with.... If i could find the cursed things.... I planned to set out and see what I could find south of our village, perhaps another mine of worth. Nodes of Water, soil or clay. Maybe just another place to settle the whole village due to the Shit that had been happening around there. Who knew, I just wanted to get away for a while. See I wasn't leaving fully, still in contact, and would bring back what I didn't use for sale of Food I can not produce on the road...
I feared I could trust little outside our village, as whispers that some folk had started to strike at areas nearby, so heaven knows who I would be talking to at that time.... But perhaps that meant that maybe I could contact folk though the village in the future perhaps...
I lack the Speed (net connection) needed to Fight the creatures on their own terms, with fist and sword. So I remain to use the Sling or bow. While the Bow I own was a Rangers, it did lack strength and such being of such Low quality. A Friend had given me a wonderful gift though of a 228q Sling and a 117q Axe, I wish that I could have given him something in return, but he dumped and logged off. And hasn't talked to me since. None the less I am a good trapper, able to trap Bear, Deer and Boar without incurring large damage dispute being ranged. My stone Pits working 99% of the time unless I build them wrong...
I am nearly done loading the Wagon for this trip, just need to find that Old Raft that was used ages ago, somewhere in the lake to the North I think, before setting off on my travels. A Barrel with some Beer in it for those days when I need a quick drink to fill the belly when things have not been so good. A good amount of Tobacco and the Pipe to smoke it with. A healthy filling of Food to start me off, but its unknown how long that will keep me alive. A Good handful of empty chests, which someday I hope to upgrade to Larger ones through trade. And a Sausage Maker. Other then that, its just the cows trough which will be filled sometime soon, and a healthy handful of Dreams, I hope to be able to come back to the village to pick up more as the time goes on. All thats left if to fill that Trough, grab some Flax seeds which I hope will grow during my sleep out there, cause you never know when a bit of string might be needed.........
I can only ask for luck in my travels, and that I don't bump into anyone who wishes ill of me... That or great Fortune in my searches..."
Well I felt inspired to write something, and was thinking I would continue this every now and then. If people like to follow the tale anyway...