Getting to level 5 is not a great feat in itself, but considering the highest character I ever had in beta was a level 7 Merc, I felt pretty good.
The level treadmill must have been on the slow setting, because I hit level 5 without breaking a sweat. I'm willing to venture a guess that from here on it's not going to be as easy.
The rain was coming down hard at Campacorentin Station when I delivered the finishing blow that sent the goblin whelp to his death, and me to level five.

My heart was beating fast as I ran back to the station. Today I would join the illustrious Defenders of Albion. Never mind that I couldn't defend Albion from an attack of dappled Lynxes. The follow picture is entitled "Level 5 w00t!".

In my next installment you'll see me get lost for hours at a time, and reenact the Night of the Living Dead. Stay tuned.
