OOC
Minecraft Username: Medicai__
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: NOS, and the Phonquis lads.
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hiya, I'm Medi. I've been rping a long while, I focus on storytelling, I tend to play weird characters, I played a octopus man on my last server, looking forward to rping with some of the folks from there again. Much respect to the staff for putting this together, it's a hard thing to do nowadays. :)
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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)? (150 words minimum - please make sure to include some references to our lore in your response!)
Edgárd shifts back from the woman, allowing himself a moment to calm from the fright. He grips his tools close to his leather apron, despite the clear sky and notable kind weather, the night had not been kind. And so he had awoken grumpy.
"Valkian steel.." he grumbles out, blinking the dust from his eyes "Lookin for a life more then I got." He lifts the hefty smithing hammer from his lap "N i want to forge with Valkian steel." The half giant filled the wagon uncomfortably, his head pressing against the canvas roof, his rough facial features made only kind by the eyes of glistening green that sat in his skull, made inhuman by split pupils common among his mothers folk. Mud clung to the Walljacks boots, the stench of the swamps filling the wagon as he continued in his speech, pocketing a potato from the nearby sack as he grumbled out.
"Do forgive me kind woman. But my night was unpleasant and cold, so whilst we are yet to reach civilisation.. I wish to rest." And with that, he shuts his eyes lulling back into that rest, seeing in his dreams what was to come.
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Character Name: Edgárd Phonquis
Character Race: Half-Giant
Character Age: 32
Brief Physical Description: Standing at a vast 7'8 this man could be confused for a very large human, if not for his slit eyes, glistening green behind the mop of greasy hair that hugged his rugged features.
He was built like a workhorse, seeming to make up for the fact that he had no love for books with his undeniable might. Not good for much else then work.. would surely be your first thought.
