Editor Intro: Scattered around the pages of the kingdoms, tucked neatly into the magazines like well crafted nests, Emoo, longtime inhabitant of the lands of Wurm, will be taking time to track down citizens and delicately pick their brains. He starts his little foray interviewing the rather indelicately named Spasticsquirrel.

Well after a seemingly endless literary dormancy I decided to return with vengeance! My choice of weapon this time is the interview. So, with this firmly in my mental grasp I donned the reporter’s hat and even the interviewer’s pants and with our editors notes still clanging in my ears dipped my toes into the murky pool that is the world of Wurm. A slightly confused looking Spasticsquirrel gazed in mock horror at me as I appeared notepad in hand and attempted to chew on his leg. After a while it was clear my efforts were proving to be fruitless and I set about conducting my very first interview instead.

“Err well that was possibly an unsettling way to introduce myself but err…I was wondering if you had a spare 30mins or so to be harassed with a few questions. I am making a series of Wurmian profiles, about the people of Wurm, and it would seem you're my chosen first victim!” Spasticsquirrel looked slightly confused and then a bit embarrassed “I'm not nearly interesting enough for a sentence let alone an article” he chuckled. “Oh pish posh,” I replied taken aback at his modesty. “I promise I'll make you look good. Besides I'm sure that it is not true and if it is, well I’ll just have to make things up. Which I might add, is a dangerous road to go down.”

The rush from the central compound almost took Jane's breath away. Their mayor had issued orders so fast that she almost missed what her role should be. The constant crash of shards on the stone walls and the rain of debris landing around them made thinking difficult, but standing there doing nothing was the worst of it. At least she would be doing something now. She headed straight for the food store, grabbing some small barrels from the quay as she ran. Through the door and into the store; how much could she carry in one go? She still needed to be able to run! Around her other villagers were already picking up everything they could; ropes, trowels, hammers, chisels, all needed to start anew in another place. Jane started filling the barrels. She left the butchered meat which would rot easily and just went for pre-prepared food and as many vegetables and seeds as she could muster. Four small barrels, filled to their very lids, and Jane was feeling weighed down. She must get this valuable cargo onto her boat and get it out to sea. That was the idea. Any one with a small fast boat should grab what they can and get out to safety; the ships would pick them up later. It would be quicker then waiting to fill the ships which required several people to get them moving, and needed to be out of the harbour as soon as possible.