Ursur
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Just wanted to timestamp my entry into LOTC and say hi to everyone active on the forums. I've been thinking about trying out LOTC for a few years now but never actually got to it, until now that is. I am pleasantly surprised with how chill and helpful people were up to this point while I was roaming around in-game in wandering soul mode and on discord asking questions. Very eager to get my whitelist app processed and hop into the game. I have a long history with roleplaying in general, I've been DM/GMing tabletop roleplays for like 9 years now and played a lot of rp-focused online games (Discovery Freelancer, Space Station 13 for example). If anyone'd be interested I could maybe launch a discord-based tabletop scenario or two in the future! I've done D&D and various settings/scenarios on Savage Worlds mostly. Anyway, when it comes to playing on the server I intend on making a Highlander wanderer so I can get a better feel for the map and playstyle, and make up my mind about future characters. I usually focus on developing character arcs, if you feel like banding up and weaving a story together just hit me up!
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The journey was tasking - those several days I tried not to think about being on The Waters, staying holed up in my cabin below the deck - but that was the only reasonable way to reach the City. I made myself try to step out onto the docks without being blindfolded this time, just in case someone would look at me and take me a fool or mad. Still I shivered from stress and the sound of the Ocean crashing against the port and the ships, giant, deep gods-know-how, just behind me, under me, and all these seamen watching and thinking I'm a weak idiot. The kaleidoscope of colors from the bazaar refreshed me a little and brought my senses back, but I was still totally unready for the man approaching me. His accent and some vocabulary funny - but I suppose I'll be the one with the funny accent here, he just talks the same the rest of the local folk - his garments unnecessarily fancy and garish. A plump city-rat is what I see, taking a shot at entertaining themselves with an 'exotic' newcomer. I stand perplexed, a clash of distaste and curiosity anchoring me speechless. The huntress fires up in me - do not stand idle, do not linger. I make myself cobble a sentence together. - I- uh... Thanks? All of yer folk here are so hospitable 'ere? What's yer deal mister, need a work-hand, a fool to swindle, hungry for gossip or news from abroad? - I try not to make my lack of trust apparent, but I fail miserably in an instant, and probably sound quite offensive, too. Ah well, the man had it coming, nagging me just like that in the middle of the street out of the blue.
