Daniel knew, the moment his character materialised into the newbie zone, this game would be a place he'd be spending a long, long time in.  He'd picked a fairly simple race and class- an Elvhen warrior.  His character, whom he'd named Garahel, stood fairly tall and lankey, his features soft, and yet masculine enough to identify as male.  He knew he wanted to be a warrior from the get-go, a strong fighter on the front lines, unmatched in prowess.  His choice of race made him agile and quick on his feet.  Everything he was not in reality.  Daniel was paralyzed from the waist down after a skiing accident some years ago.  He subsequently missed everything about using his legs.<br/><br/>While every other newbie was off completing the first set of quests, which involved slaying some thieving little goblins, he supposed, Garahel decided to stray from the zone.  He was so fascinated with the world, and the ability to<span style="font-style: italic">walk</span>again was consuming him with wonder.  He hadn't even bothered to pick up a weapon yet.  The massive trees on either side began to grow more and more dense the further he went, the level one warrior oblivious to the creatures lurking about which could easily overpower him...