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Minecraft Username: _Nemmers
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
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(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Cukie and Azur
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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?)
The hulking Greatling shifts upon the woman's question very obviously cramped and uncomfortable within the tight carriage. She quickly gathers her bearings and bows her head slightly, "Greetings, honored matron. Many apologies, I was lost in thought" Her voice is soft and polite. "I am here to please my Matriarch."
"Your Matriarch? Where might you be from?" The older woman continues.
"I hail from a Stonerunner clan near Hope's Watch to the far north east. A place so cold and desolate that I doubt many from the Reach have seen such a place." A great beaming smile paints her face as she entails of her clan, "My people trade with the merchants that travel to Hope's Watch. Thick hide as well as herbs and ore brought down from the mountains."
The other woman nods sagely, "I see... You have traveled a ways already. But for what reason has your Matriarch sent you away from your clan?"
Aster pats the pair of cleavers hooked by chain dangling around her waist. The serrated blades appear well used and create quite a cacophony of sound as the Greatling woman shifts again.
A wistful look appears on her face as she begins to speak. "I am a warrior by trade, also called a Fehird by the Valks and the other Northerner ilk. I worked primarily as a mercenary for some of the Northerners. My Matriarch thought it wise I leave the mountains we call home in search of riches and glory. She wishes I gain the experience that comes with travel and live among the smaller races so that I might return one day as Commander of our clan."
"And your name, O' mighty Fehird?" The woman asks with a teasing smile.
"Aster Azarolla! Soon to be known by all."
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Character Name: Aster Azarolla
Character Race: Half Greatling / Half Arsa
Character Age: 30
Brief Physical Description: Aster appears to be a hulking Greatling woman with silky hair as white as snow. Her slitted red eyes gleam like rubies pried from mountain stone. The softness of her features are telling of her young age being only thirty winters old. She can commonly be found wearing flowing robes of red and gold.
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