OOC
Minecraft Username: Fluffykennels
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes- I am 24
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
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(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
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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?)
Dagda's golden-yellow eyes cut their focus from trying to count the various stains and creases in his brown wool breeches to meet the woman near. "Hello" He'd start, acknowledging her with a short smile before continuing. "I'm actually from here. From a few miles west of Albern Crossing" His eyes dart to his lap before he'd attempt a conversation, making sure that he gives a satisfactory answer to the woman. "My family have a small camp just on the Albern River. We moved down from southern Walljack territory just five years ago- just at the edge of a Portents cackle" He'd nod. "We've been a group of social pariahs and fishers for as long as can be" Gulping a little, drying the walls of his throat before trying to keep that smile on her face. "We've probably been this way since The Collapse" He'd awkwardly half-jest before asking her a question, thinking on what could have been if The Collapse never happened and how many times his family would need to hope for a tug on the line- "What brings you to the Reach?".
After the long stretch of listening to the woman explain why she had come here and how many crowns she had payed for the journey, Dagda let out a quiet sigh as he empathetically agreed regarding how expensive the journey was. "Surprised if I don't disappear once I stop at The Spire. I'll barely survive with what little I have-" His eyes would light up as another half-jest would blurt out- "1590 will have nothing on me!". He briefly runs his tongue across his lips, soothing over the dry cracks as he takes a quick peep at the other travellers and hoping no other Elf might get offended by what he said. "Lady Luck be willing, I find my feet and don't run back home" Finding that his gaze wandered off from the woman, he'd return it steadfast with a hopeful smile. "May I be the first in many generations of my family to obtain her favor".
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Character Name: Dagda Lorc
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 24
Brief Physical Description: A black-haired and unkempt Arsa Sidhe standing proud at 7'0. Sporting an unconventional, slightly broader frame and a little muscle to boot.
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