Our quintet kept adventuring, but never could find the castle. We came back to the ruined city and went back into the camp under the ground. My memory of our jolly time is not so clear but, in a few days time our little quintet has a camp above and below the ground of the ruined city. We were a small clan, but that would soon change. Our members were decent at the game and we had rooms and farm under the ground. After a few days, most of the entire server were among our little noob's ranks. Day after day past and a wall was soon built, a big wall with archers that could easily put an arrow through a mob's skull. We were all having a great and jolly time until 2 players wanted to join. We had to deny them because they looked a bit shady. The 2 players invaded our mostly peaceful clan, and did a wrongful act known as "spawn camping", they destroyed us through the inside and we were decaying away into another broken part of the city. Our hero then left the server for many a fortnight. When our hero came back, his ally, Fox then greeted him with so much gratitude that his friend was back he almost started to cry. Our 2 heros grouped back up and went off on another adventure of excitement, glory, new friends, enemies, an old friend, and much more, but that is in the next part of the story. To be continued... Did you like the story told in 3rd person, or 1st person? give me feedback in the comments.