As I wandered and pondered, I gained enough knowledge of the game's aspects to venture away from the cities of Rune and New Rigel and explore. I was told of the Tower of Art that lay far, far north of Rune, a place that was considered lethal for me, a level 25 ranger, but even though I was totally advised against it, I headed for this place anyway. I swear I have never walked so long in my life, I walked along the Great North Road for hours, having to sleep so many times, and when I finally reached the Titan's Teeth Mountains it just got worse, taking huge chunks of my very little stamina with each and every step. I entered that Tower and was killed by someone almost immediately, but I didn't leave, even when it happened again, for some reason I stayed there, for twenty five levels in fact.

I did finally leave my new home for a bit though, at about level fifty I made a journey back into civilization at the appeal of multiclassing, I had developed a sense of virtue while in the Tower, under the initial guidance of one Zikane Strive. I gained the yearning to become a good guy if you will, and had rightly so picked my next class to be a Paladin. So I trekked back to Rune, sailed to Sigil and inquired about getting to Verity Isle. I forked over the necessary cash to be shipped to the Isle and made my way to the Tower of Riga to found the elusive gemstones known as tourmaline that I needed to multilclass. Gathering there tourmalines was more lengthy than it was difficult, the big thing to do in the Tower was journey to the top to visit Cassandra, which required fighting a fierce ariel. This was of course accomplished before I left with the combined man-power of Windforce, Toiran, and myself, all venturing to the top and fighting the ariel, defeating without too much hassle.

When I came back to Sigil, a heap of tourmalines on hand, I went straight to the Quest Master, Lord Vendredi, and promptly made the ascension into the holy class of Paladin, a new word of exploration ahead of me. Of course being the silly little fool I am, I leveled maybe five times and made my way back to the Tower of Art, having grown fond of the place and having been there the longest out of anywhere. I stayed there till I wanna say level ninety, then I scuttled to Sigil to quest for an eternity, realizing how much I botched that up as a Ranger, so I tried to make it better by power questing. Once I did several hundred quests I went back to the Tower for my final levels as a Paladin, raising my alignment through the roof in the process.

With leveling complete, I focused on questing more, staying mostly by myself as always, often having quiet on to enjoy seclusion, the only conversing I did were with the people I knew in real life that played. I came to the sad realization that I was one sad excuse for a fighter and that my stats were pitifully low compared to my fellow second classers. Due to that realization I kicked it into high gear with questing and hoarded practices to try and do all the stuff I missed and/or neglected. And let me make it clear how much I abhor questing, so this makes things very hard. I have actually gotten all the skills and spells that I really cared for out of the way and am now just prepping for the third class.