As I stared through my tall observation tower and faced the north, I tilted my head to one side. It felt strange, that I was planning to go out with only a few spare tools and a wooden sword, rather than dozens of torches, tools, and whatever else I could carry. I glanced back at the glass-surrounded room I built with my own hands. I was proud, but I wanted to do more. I wanted to throw danger to the winds, even with my unarmored body and my lone sword.
My home– no, my castle– was incredible. I had this room– my observation tower. I had a master bedroom, a guest room, a reception hall, a crafting room with everything included, an underground farm, a second level with beasts, and all the defenses a lowly farmer could create using stone, wood, glass, and some help from my friends. Read the rest of this entry »