My first ever character was a human paladin, I soon found out that night time vision was not one of my strong points after I ventured past west freeport and into EC after following a wood elf...I was mauled by many a bear until I learned that nighttime travel was indeed to be avoided....however..
I continued to level up until eventually It was time for me and my pensioner vision to attempt a trip to Kunark, I followed guildies advice and took a shuttle boat from butcherblock, awaiting patiently on the platform, I was finally going places! I dreamt up images of the kunark ruins, the beauty of the seaside town Firiona Vie and my eventual ascendence to godhood with a fiery sword.
But my eyes had other ideas.
I zoned out of butcherblock on the shuttle which I was told would take me to a much larger boat, which I would then proceed to climb upon and begin my adventure. It was night time and my poorly human eyes struggled to adjust to the night time enviroment, I was essentially blind and proceeded to make mole like facial expressions, wincing at the screen. I then assumed perhaps I was already on the boat and maybe it would light up, So I edged my way around and heard a splash.
It appeared I had fallen in the bloody water and panic set in.
At this time light begins to come around and I do indeed see the larger ship, but it's buggering off in a different direction and I am currently in a vast amount of water, of which I never been in or near before and I immediatly announce my problem to fellow guildmates who then proceed to tell me a bloody dragon also lives in the same water.
"Bollocks"
I decide I can't just sit floating there so I best try and go back or find some landmass, I forget which way I need to go 'back' but I do however find a rather large island with a hill, "Thank fuck for that I think" and swim towards it hastily, hoping the dragon (which i later find out is more like a fish and for the druid epic) isn't about to eat me. Now, being a paladin I don't have gate, this is also my first character so I'm rather ill equipped to deal with most situations bar running around undead camps.
I proceed to make my way up onto the island when I find it is inhabited by nothing less than undead iksars, again I say bollocks multiple times and decide it's better to be on this island than in the water with the dragon, I make my way up the hill and try to make a new plan of action.
Sadly no plan of action actually materialised and I ended up sobbing like a child with my dodgy eyes until thankfully a druid, out of bloody nowhere finds me up the hill looking down at the undead and takes pity, porting me back home where I can one day again attempt my voyage into the unknown.
:edit: I was actually sobbing for around 3 hours
I didn't attempt the to man the shuttles for weeks, thanks a lot human eyes.
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