OOC
Minecraft Username: Eris_of_Chaos
Are you at least 18 years old?: yes, 21 years old
Have you read the rules?: Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: I was looking for fantasy servers to play in and got intrigued
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In-Character
Read the following prompt:
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?”
How do you respond (in character)? (250 word minimum - please make sure to include at least three references to our lore in your response, with two coming from different pages in the Compendium. Two of the three selected should also be in-depth, avoid simply name-dropping lore terms. Tie the terms into your character's backstory. Why are they important to them?)
Heh. Maybe a little. But I’ve left behind more frightening things than a wagon full of hopeful strangers.
I was born in the Serene Monarchy, out in the Mist Isles, where the waters are calm enough to convince you that ambition is a flaw. My parents were merchants — careful, clever, good at their trade. We lived modestly, never wealthy, never remarkable. They were content with that. I wasn’t.
Before the Monarchy became our quiet refuge, my family lived for generations in the Midlands. Back when the name Aedall still meant something. I wasn’t alive then — not even my grandparents — but every story I heard carried the same message: we were born of legacy, and we fled it. When Aedall fell, my kin traded crowns for coin. They called it survival. I call it surrender.
The Monarchy teaches patience and humility. They say ambition destroys, that peace is our highest calling. But when I read the Treatises of the Dawnweavers, I didn’t see warnings — I saw instruction. How to command, how to influence, how to make the powerful bend without them knowing. Aedall didn’t fall because it reached too high; it fell because too many stopped reaching.
Now I go to the Southern Reach — fertile land, unclaimed, full of opportunity. Here, names can still be forged. I will make mine endure. Not for glory, but for what is owed — to my family, to my blood, to me.
Let others praise moderation. I prefer results. And if I must smile, bow, and play the courteous merchant to claim what I want… then so be it. Politeness hides intent better than steel ever could.
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Character Name: Elarion Vanyr
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 25
Brief Physical Description: Elarion is tall (210 mt) and graceful, moving with the natural poise of their kind. Their flaming red hair falling on their shoulders most of the time, their golden eyes are sharp and watchful, rarely resting. Their travel-worn attire blends practicality with subtle elegance, reflecting careful attention to appearance. They speak calmly and persuasively, carrying the charm of a merchant polished into something quietly manipulative.
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