Kurt S.

ICly, I think Kurt would like to be swimming in gil, have a nice house in the mist, unleash his inner beast and become a better warrior, find some group of people to share an adventure with. OOCly, I'd like make Kurt a 50 WAR, DRG and CUL, and maybe find an FC where he could belong to (I has small dreams)

More people in Fam woooh, I might just actually see an RP with my main...maybe...I dunno.

How much is the going rate for your tea and coffee and what's the house specialty? Welcome to the community -snip- I'll make it a point to try and catch you online then, even if I have to stay up for it. I'll make the same effort with you, and thank you! :moogle: Perfect because I live in another timezone and my character hasn't even reached level 30 v.v

How much is the going rate for your tea and coffee and what's the house specialty? Welcome to the community It's as free as your time is. Which, inconveniently, is not very free if you happen to be an expensive person to spend time with. (The upperclass, anyone?) The house specialty is "Fat Chocobo ala Mode". The taste is as it sounds. I'll make it a point to try and catch you online then, even if I have to stay up for it.

How much is the going rate for your tea and coffee and what's the house specialty? Welcome to the community

I'm planning a second character to use for RPing purposes right. So that's probably stretching me very thin as it is with my fantasia chugging spell happy BLM on Famfrit(never been IC) and my adventurer in training MRD on Balmung with neither of them level 50 in anything but that's not the point. What I want to know is how hard would it be to get into contact with the RPing community there as well as what sort of hoops would I be jumping through to get accepted. I mean I barely see any mention of the server in the forums(current events I mean or I'm just not looking hard enough) which makes it mysterious which piques my curiousity.

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This....this is exactly what I felt when I just saw Steel. Refer to my sig for my face on the initial few seconds upon seeing an orange name "Steel Wolf"

It certainly does feel like a more pleasant surprise when you just meet someone's IC character in-game through sheer chance and probably take a few seconds to process the event, than being just jumped by an RP right out of nowhere but that's another kind of pleasant surprise. Here's to hoping that I run into more of you guys in game, though I think more opportunities would open up the closer Kurt gets to level 50 in something.

I definitely have Merri to thank for that axe. It really makes her outfit. ^^ Glad you had fun! I enjoyed it as well and hope that our characters get to run into each other again. :3 I would flip if they ran into each other at the same spot, just outside the Drowning Wench.

I ain't gonna lie, I got crazy nervous when Kurt just happened to run into Wolf on his way to getting a chocobo. Like I had just met a very powerful being( the axe played a part in it) and I was not worthy. In any case, I had fun with that little encounter and maybe he might run into her again to thank her personally for the set of armor that just happened to be brought to him via courier.

Kurt returned to his quarters in the Mizzenmast well into the night once more. He had spent two days in Uldah and another in Gridania, carrying his sword, his axe and his spear with him. As usual, Apple was already fast asleep on the bed. He walked over to the armoire in his room and stowed all his equipment away. Certain that everything was securely in place, he turned his attention to the book on his desk. It was time for another entry into this chronicle. I had honestly thought I would get some much needed rest the day after I fought Ifrit with the other adventurers that hailed from the three city states. Instead he found myself unable to cope with inaction and soon donned my armor and grabbed my axe and asked Baderon if there was any work nearby for me to tackle and get some more gil in my pocket. He pointed me to the Moraby Drydocks. I had only been there once to help the Yellowjackets repel a pirate raid, therefore I was still unfamiliar with the surroundings. As an added incentive, Baderon had also told me that if I could complete enough levequests he might be able to persuade a certain member of the Maelstrom to give me a permit for a chocobo. That was the original plan. Instead after, defeating an exceptionally large mongrel the locals called "Padfoot," I had run into a Roegadyn warrior that fought with the measured ferocity of a predator sitting on top of the food chain. He called himself Gentle Sun, which probably meant that he wasn't the kind of Roegadyn in Limsa where all of them had hard to pronounce names. In any case, he seemed like an amiable enough fellow who launched me into a discussion about marauders, warriors and why my notion of warrior was only partly correct. It seemed that true "Warriors" were trained in a Volcano somewhere. Though the name of said volcano escapes me, I know it was someone's spine. I'm almost sure of it. In any case, it is in that volcano where people like Gentle Sun were taught to unleash their inner spirit animal and watch it tear into their enemies. This Gentle Sun became a Not So Gentle Sun when he began to showcase his power against a group of kobolds near Red Rooster Stead. Of course prior to that, I had to help him find his lost chocobo since he had accidentally scared it off while responding to my challenge that I could probably outrun his chocobo. We ended up searching far and wide for his chocobo only to find it hiding on one of the ships in the Drydocks. Though how we couldn't spot a chocobo that was exceptionally large was beyond me. Its leg was just as tall as I was. In any case, he had told me to ride with him to Red Rooster Stead. Some small part of me screamed no, but the rest of my body decided to hop on anyway, swayed by fatigue. After he had showed me his capabilities, he had asked if I was interested in the outfit he was working with. They guarded things and got payed a lot. It only meant that he was a mercenary or something like it. I told him that I wanted to get stronger first. I really do, he was a goal to reach. If could channel my inner beast and let myself loose without downing friend or foe alike then I am sure I would be ready to join the ranks of his company. They were called Kindred or so Gentle Sun had mentioned. We parted ways and soon I found myself in Uldah, on my way to Copperbell Mines. The miners needed someone to go and clear the place of monsters again. I and a few adventurers, who I assume were Uldahn locals proceeded to clear the mines again. It was hard, backbreaking work but the pay was nice. My mind did wander over to Gentle Sun's offer the day prior. What if I could get a large pay raise if I could prove myself to the Kindred. Maybe then I get to buy that house and no longer be a burden to the Mizzenmast. I am sure they have one less room to give to weary travelers which means one less room generating income, but I have to take the blessings as they come to me. Of course, I had only finished my contract at Copperbell and decided to stay in Uldah for a while, sample the drinks in the Quicksand. It felt like a good idea, up until a very tall Elezen began accusing me of not saying hello to someone named Chou. I insisted that I was just an adventurer taking a much needed break. She insisted that I was a pirate and that I still need to say hello to this Chou person. In the end, it was all just misunderstanding because the Elezen had poor eyesight and mistook me as this Chou's father. I find it strange that even though I have no woman in my heart nor have I been intimate with one nor even look old enough to have a child of my own, I'm still accused of having a child. Well a misunderstanding was a misunderstanding. Of course, seeing an opportunity present itself, I offered to help the Elezen and their company look for this mystery man of theirs in exchange for a sum of gil. This Chou person and her companions looked loaded with gil if their fine clothes were any indicator. The Chou person in question was a Hyur girl and they said her father had this Nanka with him. Apparently a Nanka likes to mate with anything that moves so it should be easy to bait out in the open and hopefully its owner comes to get it. Chou and her company were very strange people though. They all looked like they loved Steamy Garlean Fiction. I do not even want to know what that is and one of them accused me for owning a Giant Lust Hammer. I don't even fight with hammers. I don't even want to know what a lust hammer is. And it all started because I was trying to look less harmless because they said I looked dangerous with an axe strapped to my back or a sword strapped to my waist. I ended up walking out of my Hourglass room with a paddle strapped to my side. It was a mistake that spawned an entirely different line of conversation between all of us. One that lead to the Steamy Garlean Fiction. Something about men loving men if the Elezen's words were anything to go by. The important part was that I got hired to do the job and would only get paid if I had any information about their mystery man. I'm going to have to thank my mother that she beat the sense of an honest person in me. Chou had also hired another Elezen who somehow got into the conversation. Went by the name Ludiveen, not Ludivine. I got corrected after calling her divine. I still don't know why I said that but I'll leave it as is. After I was hired, informally, I retired for the night to catch an airship to Gridania where I trained to become a lancer. I felt that I needed to have more reach than my axe could offer me. The trials of the Lancers' Guild were much easier compared to the Marauders' Guild. For one I did not need to split rocks. Though I had to adjust to the weapon in my hands, it was a foreign thing. Fighting with a spear was hard if one did not know how to effectively use it. I am one of those who cannot effectively use it for now, but I am training to be better. I thought that I might also extend help to Miounne while I trained to be a better lancer. She had pointed me in the direction of the North Shroud. There was nothing different about it, I just had to hunt a different stock of wild animals and contend with Ixali every now and then. There was this man who had probably made it his life's work to harass the Lancers' Guild. He had even gone as far as tampering with my training and moved the stone of courage to a place filled with voidsent. He probably thought I had never faced voidsent before. I may have been terrified once but that was before I realized they could be cleaved in two. In any case I had received lectures from both that Elezen man, whose name I couldn't be bothered to remember and Ywain, the Guildmaster on courage. Except that I already learned courage while I was being tested as a Marauder. One does not simply stand his ground against a large pack of wolves. In the hopes that I would avoid any more of those Quicksand episodes I decided to utilize a ticket this man named, Jandelaine, had given me for helping him acquire a new set of tools for his job. They were extensions of his soul or so he said. In any case he was an aesthetician. I needed one to give me a new look and hopefully not look like someone else's father. I hope that no one would view me that way again, I have highlights and everything in my hair now. Kurt finished the entry of his journal, finally lacking any other events of note to record and retired for the night.

That must be the time I was squaring off against Ifrit. The fight was longer than what I was used to but then again I wasn't a BLM. Maybe you'll have better luck next time I'm on, I just do hunting logs or leves for now anyway.

You would not believe how nervous I was initially. Like I was just sitting down, soaking in the ambient rp THEN BAM RP IN MY FACE. I guess Warren was right, it just happens. Pleasant surprise in any case, I had a very lovely time.

Welcome to the site, the forum and the game, quite the wall of text there. Out of that entire list you put out of MMOs I think GW2 and LOTRO are the only ones I've played. Way to make an introduction, Khaja. Oh me? I just thought it'd be nice to welcome you. I am no shape or former a decent role player(yet) so most of my answers may prove to be inadequate. If it has something to do with game mechanics, I might be able to answer it. If you're around Limsa Lominsa or La Noscea you might run into Kurt be sure to say hi or poke him.

Thanks for the replies guys. I dunno I just felt like I want to RP Kurt's journey to level 50 and all. From being some wet behind a ears adventurer off the boat to some guy who could brave Coerthas in his sleep. That and not wear the same shit day in and day out. In fact I'm kinda sharing with Ralyon my ideas and concepts for his adventure which I'll list after this short interaction with that guy named Gentle Sun.

Another question. Is it required that I gotta be level 50 to RP? Since everyone I see being IC are all level 50 and probably maxed out a few more classes/jobs.

Kurt opened the doors to his room in the Mizzenmast inn, courtesy of Baderon after he had helped solve a few problems around La Noscea. Before that he had taken to sleeping on whatever space was available to him which was usually around the lower docks of Limsa Lominsa. It wasn't a house of his own but at least he had a roof to stay under whenever the rain decided to pour on him. It was considerably late into the night when he returned to his room. Which was why there was no barking to greet him, his puppy, Apple, had already fallen asleep on the bed, no doubt waiting for him to return. Though it would be later still before he would retire for the night and after the day's recent incident perhaps it would be prudent to take a break. It was a miracle he had even survived the day. He withdrew from his satchel a small, worn book. The pages were all blank. It was a good bargain he had gotten while perusing the markets of Uldah after a particularly nasty contract in the Copperbell Mines. Though what mattered was at the end of the day, him and the three others he had fought with were still in one piece. He set the book on the solitary desk in his room and then proceeded to the Armoire to change. His axe was stowed alongside a spear, a sword and a shield. No longer feeling the weight of his armor and sporting a green kurta, Kurt returned to the desk and sat down, staring at the book. Tonight, he would finally start chronicling his journey since the moment he stepped off that boat in Limsa Lominsa. It was a task he had put off largely due to the lack of material to write on. He wasted no time writing the events that had transpired in the weeks that have passed. His mother said that keeping track of events in his life would be useful later on as well as help him improve his writing ability. It has been weeks since I have stepped off that boat. That beautifully cobbled together piece of wood that had outrun pirates. Weeks since the time I was encouraged by my own mother to become an adventurer like her. I had no idea what I was doing back then, just following everyone else's instruction. Go here, pick that up, put that over there, kneel before this pirate captain in an establishment ominously called The Missing Member which had a disturbing lack of male patrons. I promised myself never to set foot in that establishment again, I had only done so since Baderon said it might help me get my name around Limsa Lominsa. He did say that there are people out there that might need my help and that I should help them. You'd think that running around a city several times would help me memorize the layout of it, but I will admit that even now I still find myself lost in Limsa Lominsa. At the very least, I know my way to the Marauder's Guild, the Bismarck and the Drowning Wench without turning into a dark alley that had pirates in them. Those were the days, I never want to revisit them ever again. Up until now I wonder where this whole adventuring business would take me. First it was Limsa Lominsa, then it was Red Rooster Stead, then Summerford, then Aleport, then suddenly I'm granted permission to use airships to travel to Uldah and Gridania. I think I owe much of my mobility to Baderon, he had uses for me and thought that he might send me to his counterparts in Thanalan and the Shroud. I wonder where the next stop would be. The gil is good here as well though I've heard tell that being a mercenary is better. There was just one flaw in that plan. I don't think I'm good enough to join a mercenary outfit and I'm deathly shy, I probably wouldn't survive the glare of a merc captain. If I was given a choice between a pack of Coeurls or entering the Quicksand for no good reason, I would choose the former. My knees just buckle at the sheer amount of people who frequent that place and I'm almost always just hearing their stories, wishing I had equally interesting ones to share. As for prominent people, I guess Baderon would be the first on the list. He runs the Drowning Wench and has a lot of contacts in a lot of places in Eorzea it seems. He's the one giving me contracts to work on, usually I'm alone in those but sometimes I'm with other registered adventurers. I try to savor those short "sometimes," which probably means I need more friends. Still despite my prominent fear of talking to people, I still managed to stare down Ifrit not a few hours ago. Yes. The Ifrit. I was with three other adventurers and I'm not ashamed to admit that they carried me to victory. But that so called primal paled in comparison with a rather frightening encounter with an arcanist robed in blue with an intimidating red tome. I did what I had to do and that was to stop the arcanist from turning Apple into something she's not. Then it hit me that she might also turn me into something I'm not. Thankfully, she was amiable enough but still despised Apple for some reason. Her name was Adeya and it was apparent that she was jumpy around dogs. Must be a miqote thing, I've seen coeurls and mongrels fight and in some small way miqotes were probably related to coeurls, if the tail and ears weren't any indicator. In any case she had was working for the Arcanist's Guild, and I had to stop her from launching into a deep discussion about geometries. I was not mentally prepared that time and I don't think I will be. It never occurred to me how hard it must be to be a marauder. Anyone could hold and swing an axe but it takes a marauder to use that axe to split a boulder and still chop down a tree. That was what they did to test me. I had to split open boulders and then split open a nest of megalocrabs. Their shells were tougher than the boulders but I had help and again I'm not ashamed that I was carried to victory. Now I get contracts from both Baderon and the Marauder's Guild. I'm sitting on a pile of gil thanks to those two but it is hardly enough for a house on the Mist. Oh how I dream of one day living there and then gloat to my mother that I live by the sea and have a big house of my own. Though she would probably just laugh at me and say that life is still better at East La Noscea and that there are no shortages of things to practice her skills on and that she also has a garden blooming with gil making fruits. One day, I'll find a be all, end all solution. On the cooking and fishing end, I'm not having much luck with either. I had met someone named Avis who commented that some place called the Drydocks probably wasn't a good spot to fish and I would have to agree with her on that. The fish I find in the docks weren't anything special but I suppose its in how you cook it. Speaking of cooking, I am grateful at least that I haven't died yet sampling my own dishes. Nymeia knows my dishes aren't ready for the public. What I think I need to do on is to swallow my fear and brave the Quicksand. But that's too terrifying so I'll just pray to Nymeia to guide someone out there to me or the other way around. That I'd be plunged into something that was bigger than me, like my own other before me. Though that is only wishful thinking in the end. So I finish the first entry. Kurt stopped writing, content with the content of his first entry on his own journal. He had left the pages open to let the ink dry properly. He could regularly chronicle his journey now or at least whenever he had access to his room in the Mizzenmast Inn. This book would stay in this room along with Apple. He would not bring them to Uldah or Gridania, they were safer here and he knew Baderon more than he did Momodi or Miounne, though both were reliable as well. He sat back on his chair and stretched his sore body then got up to transfer to the bed, he did get hit a few times in the fight but the armor plating held, perhaps it was due for repairs and he could do that on the morrow. It was probably another long day on the morrow but small attempts that are repeated would yield big results. It was his optimism speaking and conveniently disregarding the fact that he had only 18,000 gil as opposed to the millions he'd require to purchase and maintain a home, if there was even a lot available for purchase. Pushing the thoughts out of his head, he finally succumbed to his heavy eyelids. Tomorrow would be a long day for someone else, he felt the need for a long break in adventuring tomorrow.

Thanks for the heads up sforze

Except that this Balmung guy is my alt. Though I dont know what reception a fantasia chugging hyur midlander BLM (in his defense his drink got spiked one night) going by the alias of Boht Cheeks (the parents had a sense of humor) is going to get.

I should probably poke around and apply for one of them linkshell things, unless there's a level requirement for them. Then again, I am deathly shy...must...swallow...fear.

If we're post talking about post MSQ, I think he'd fight for the people he's shared and will continue to share his adventures with, including his wolf pup, Apple. Because defending an Eorzea that's been robbed of the companions he's bled, cried, and celebrated with isn't something he'd look forward to. Of course, he hasn't considered the fact that some of his companions may view him as a selfish idiot if he dies for them, most of all who would look after his puppy if he's gone. If we're talking about the here and now. It'd be a hard tie between his puppy or the gil. On the one hand, his pup is his only companion(for now). On the other hand, he's dirt poor and struggles to provide for himself and the pup. There's also that unconsidered possibility of what happens to Apple if he dies. It's only those two choices because he has a staggering lack of friends and/or acquaintances. Being a few days fresh off the Limsa Lominsa bound boat isn't an excuse for a lack of a social circle. #blametheplayer#2shy4u In any case it's mainly for his friends.

I am certain Kurt wouldn't mind the company of this Gentle Sun. I mean, nothing can't possibly go wrong with a name like that right? He'd also appreciate and welcome any new learnings that come his way. The part where they both will probably get lost in translation is gonna be fun to do.

Go ahead, let me try to get on line

I am conscious, never underestimate the Steel. True, outside of NPCs Kurt rarely sees Roegadyns in his time since becoming an adventurer and graduated from extremely wet behind the ears to wet behind the ears. I am having fun but think I'll have a more (if not different kind of fun) once I get to sink my teeth into this whole Role playing business. I guess Kurt'll sit around in the Drowning Wench a little while longer while I figure out how to make them Wiki pages, adding images to it... List goes on. My newness to all this is almost mirrored by Kurt's own newness to adventuring.