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Minecraft Username: roadkilered
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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?)
Kai would nod with a pleasant smile. He was in the middle of eating a piece of bread when asked. He began to actively chew his bread, a slight bit of anxiety could be shown through his brow as the final few pieces refused to go down. He held out his hand for a moment, still with kind smile, as to acknowledge the question. As he began to speak as he could feel his throat dry up. A battle ensued between a slight cough and speech as the bread seemed to be most adamant to never allow him to answer this woman's question.With his pointed ears twitching, he quickly reached for a small ceramic corked tankard of sweet mead he kept on him. Having just a sip reminded him of home he closed his eyes to collect himself.
He would start to stroke his dark black mustache absentmindedly, a tick that is quickly apparent to any he speaks to."I am soo sorry though I, I have to admit that bread is dry but delicious." He began to wrap it up in a small green handkerchief before catching himself. "Erm.. I am sorry. Would you like some?" He would set a small piece of extremely dense bread next to the woman. "My mother made it for me and this trip. I am on my fourth and last loaf and I am not ashamed to say that I asked for it before I left. A bit of it a day for the road." Now actively tiding up he would carefully place the remainder of the loaf back into his pack."To be honest it, it seemed it was decided for me that I would head out one day. From the time I was a small one, all I dreamt about was going on adventures and finding who I was. Only recently, when my mother was done with her farm and my younger sister took over the Inn, I felt comfortable going off on my own. My parents would tell me stories all the time of their past travels the importance of setting off on your own. That is how they met after all.He loved and still loves her stories. My mother was originally from Ko'ram. She would tell me tales of her traveling to distant lands eventually setting up a small farm. Interesting enough that is how she met my Father. He was a tavern owner a district over. Have you heard of the Sanguifleu Dutchy? It's composed of farms and and wineries and such." His gray eyes would open wide a moment as the final rebellious piece of bread made him cough once more. "I swear it's good bread.." In between a bit of a cough and a laugh he would continue," My father was always in need of supplies. He had only recently had been put in charge if a dilapidated Inn when business began to boom. It seemed the Autumn harvest festival was just around the corner and though some many vineyards in the areas specialized in wines my mother had the most wonderful honey. I guess it separated The Peaceful End Inn enough from the competition . Apparently my mother sold him supplies on a number of occasions just in the nick of time he would always say. My mother helped him a lot deal with some things that had happened with him before they met. He seems to be fuzzy with some of those details but I know that what ever he was in before the Inn was heavy."
His eye would glance down to a bearded axe that he had to his side. I was well cared for but the upkeep did not hide the many dents that formed the hilt and the head of the axe. " To be honest.. I still can't believe he gave this to me. He used to have this on him at all times. I remember growing up and it was always him with his axe. Well that and his mustache. He was shocked at how young my own came in. My mother would joke it was the Arsa Sidhe in me."Again he would stroke and form his own facial hair a bit more proudly while continuing the story. "It was almost like a safety blanket for him.. My mom would always tease him for wearing it. She thought it was off putting to the patrons of the inn but that never mattered to my dad." Kai would smile as he stared at the axe. "I guess it is a custom of my mom to give a weapon to someone going off into a journey. She laughed that he never had a blade of her own but I guess finally talked my dad into giving me this thing in its place. I really don't even know how to use it properly though I definitely know how to care for it. I guess just having it on my dissuaded any bandits while going though some of these towns. Have you been through to the Duchy of Rulan? The closer to the wall the rougher it seemed to get."
"Am I nervous? Uh very, but hopefully that won't be to apparent to who or what I find out here." An uneasy smile comes over his face as the grooming of his mustache becomes more of a tugging pluck.
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Character Name: Kia Ernest Ector
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe/Human
Character Age: 25
Brief Physical Description: Kai stands 6'1" tall with a slender but muscular build. He has his mother's grey eyes and his father's head of thick, curly black hair with muttonchops and a mustache. His ears are short but with a slight pointed tip at the end- hinting at his mixed heritage. He wears a long-sleeved, white undershirt with billowy sleeves and a vest held closed by a leather belt. The vest blends the style of a Valkian doublet and a Ko'ram haori. He wears long, brown trousers with tall leather boots. He always keeps a bearded axe with a leather sheath on his hip next to a corked ceramic tankard. And he wears a bracelet with turquoise/bone beads on his left wrist.
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