OOC
Minecraft Username: Seepeewee
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: A fellow bum of mine told me about it (Sol)
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: @Sol
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In-Character
The rhythmic lull of hoofbeats are a marching drum to the small group of pioneers and variety of folk you have found yourself amongst, packed into a wobbling wagon. The rolling plains of the Southern Reach and a clear sky stretch out all around you, the buzz of excited chatter a dull wash in your ears as your mind strays to your former life and what has led you here to new lands.
“Nervous?”
You blink, returning to the present moment. A kindly older woman sat near you is smiling warmly with a crinkle to her eyes.
“I can tell it’s your first time. Still remember mine,” she flashes a grin and leans in.
“Tell me my dear, why have you come to the Reach?”
[IC RESPONSE]
He looks to the woman, a leg extending onto the wood, his gaze never falling upon her directly “I have heard tales of the Necrophages terrorizing the residence of the Spire.” He glances to the side where the blade of his rests, “I intend on using this one to cleave the undead beasts within these lands. Yet the vast cultures of this world are quite… foreign to me.” He rolls up the sleeve on his right arm revealing distorted and burnt skin onto his flesh streaks of red marks causing the women’s eyes to widen slightly in shock “I have only experienced the treacherous world of the Dragon’s Maw slaying beasts and embracing the scorching depths of the Ashlands. Yet… why… why do my people take glory… in slaying such powerful beasts viewing their wounds and scars as a brand of honor disregarding their own life? Perhaps the immortality of my elders legacy has dulled the value of life in their eyes, too focused on preserving our warrior culture and the legend of the Fire Dragon.” His grip on the hand where the arm is exposed tightens subconsciously as he continues to speak “Having fled from my family and taking such an arduous journey to here, I feel freed, yet empty at the same time. Learning the world is more than slaying beasts and dancing around the scorching ashes is… daunting.” The carriage comes to a halt as the coachman announces the arrival to the Southern Reach. He gets up spinning the greatsword and holstering it onto his back as he walks to the back of the carriage looking back to the woman. “Forgive me for my rambling… but I also wish to express my gratitude for being able to ramble so carelessly… it was… rejuvenating… not long have I been able to speak my mind like this. Shall we cross paths again… I shall give you something I come across on my travels that will interest you. Farewell madam.” He hops off the caravan leaving the woman speechless.
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Character Name: Corian Embor
Character Race: Fey-Touched, Fire-fey Heritage
Character Age: 20
Brief Physical Description: Wearing a dark red scarf, Corian walks with a stiff shouldered and stone expression. Despite the slim frame, there is a build with sturdy foundations. Brown-ish ashy skin makes his bright red eyes pop in comparison with rough textures at his temples and cheeks.
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