[Loaka of the Wind]

Loaka of the Wind, professional barbarian and expert at the subtle arts of making things less alive than they were previously, was going on a holiday. She didn’t know where she was or where she was going, but there was a boat and boats went to Somewhere Else. Wanderlust was in her soul, in her blood. It was the very essence of her being to go to places that she had never been before. Not to mention, Loaka could smell a fully-stocked bar from some kilometres away.

The man at the gate had asked to see Loaka’s ticket and advised her that she couldn’t bring her yak aboard the vessel. A small pile of gold and the threat of spontaneous defenestration quickly changed his mind on the matter, proffering a shiny silver key attached to a tag that read ‘LUXURY’. Riding her yak up the gang-plank, Loaka looked about with glee. A real metal ship! Loaka felt oddly at home on the seas, a place that was was full of excitement and adventure. If it wasn’t, Loaka would make sure it would be.

Riding out onto the main deck, Loaka looked entirely out of place. A woven wool shirt the same colour as her black-haired yak, scratched and bloody leather armour (not her blood) and a muscular frame gave her the look of a roving conqueror astride her mount, not a vacation-goer. Woe betide the one who catches her eye, ear, nose or fist. She was either going to be a great friend to party with, or an annoying foe to tussle with.

[Loaka of the Wind]

I’z Loaka of the Wind (and that code is strong!), a catfolk warrior from the Nobalel tribe. I like fightin’ and shiny things and fightin’ people for their shiny things and fighting people for other people’s shiny things. I also like wanderin’ and adventurin’ and goin’ places. S’why I’m here, talkin’ at this ‘ere box thingy, tellin’ it what Loaka is!

I’z good at martial arts and learnt a super-special one from my tribe’s master of arts (I’z not s’posed to tell anyone how to do it, though). I’ve got a yak what doesn’t have a name (Why’s everyone gots’ta ask me what I named my yak? E’s just a yak.), a ring what’s supposed to be magic but doesn’t do nothin’ and my own two hands (paws).

Anyone of you who’s wantin’ an adventuring party to join up with, come with me and we’ll crack some ‘eads! Or we’s can just do whatever. I’z here to meet new folks, or old folks what are new to Loaka.

That’s all you’z gettin’ from Loaka for now, little box of words.