Have you just got to Wurm for the first time? Maybe you saw our little ad in "What MMO." Well, however, you got here, welcome and thrice welcome!

Wurm is a highly addictive and fully immersive world without a set lifestyle, somewhat devoid of clichés and stuffed with a very wide range of people doing their thing in this challenging frontier world.

If you are into PvP, raiding, defending, well the Wild Server is for you (premium only). Life there is confrontaional, harsh but a lot of fun. Get experienced first on home or be prepared for a very steep learning curve!

If the only excitement you want is running for your life from a hungry bear, preferably into the safety of your own home, well the Home Worlds are for you - currently the Kingdom of Jenn Kellon. On home, PvP is banned (though the creatures ignore the rule) and instead players build villages and towns and boats and farms - not to some preset plan, but using their imagination and the very sophisticated tools the developers have given them - shovels, axes and pickaxes!

To find out more, click here, or visit our Wiki. If you want to plunge straight in, register for free here.

And maybe I will see you in Wurm? I hope so!

To the West of the unforgiving Wilds, across the mighty oceans, a land emerges, flickering and shimmering in the morning light; distant shapes and shadows, playing with the eyes as from above the waves great mountains rise to fill the skies with majesty.

This is the new world, the unexplored territory, the place of hope, of dreams, of mystery, of adventure.

Welcome to the lands of Mol Rehan.

Wurm Online has launched a brand new world; an unspoilt, untouched land of vast mountains and lakes ready for new and experienced players of this unique game. A new land is just that. There are no plans, no roads, no maps, no towns, villages, no people and no story. This is a wild place of forests, lakes, seas, mountains and surprises!

02:45 am on Luck Day, week 4 of the Bear’s Starfall. 990

A gentle murmuring of voices flowed between two campfires lit on a paved area North West of Mystery Glade. “There are not enough of us,” said one voice, tense, expectant. “More will come,” said another, his voice betraying more hope than confidence. In the north, the sky reddened slightly, as the sun yawned. I kept to the shadows. They had enough to think about without being pestered by a reporter.

Just a short walk from this huddled group laid the object of this meet. Within a slabbed entrance to a mine, legs writhed and squirmed, their owners trapped for the moment by a flimsy wooden gate. For months the spiders have been breeding here. Spider upon spider, piled high, bathing in their own foul stench, waiting for liberation, for the chance to battle their captors.

Travelling down south on the Jenn Kellon home yesterday, somewhere just out the bottom of the Great Eastern Ocean, I came across a small rowing boat being paddled furiously by a chap called Lureman. This completely unsuitable vessel for the open seas could mean but one thing - boats have arrived!

Of course, they have actually been coming in to the game in bits, with many players working on planks and pegs and masts and sails and all the things needed for everything from rowing boats, to small sailing vessels, right through to the majestic caravel.