OOC
Minecraft Username: LynnMorel
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Thiefclass
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
Hey there folks! I'm Lynn, not much to really say at the offset. Been a big TTRPG nerd since my brother got me into them when I was younger and I've been trapped playing them ever since.
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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!)
Annalist shifts in her seat, lifting her head slightly to move her hat's brim out of her eyes so that she might see the woman speaking to her.
"Me? No, not nervous at all," she says with a slight flutter to her voice as her foot bounces on the wagon's floor. "Though I suppose you could say I'm somewhat anxious about the whole affair of coming here. Sure, there's plenty of folks down here already but coming to the place of a mass disappearance should be at least slightly harrowing, no?"
Letting out a quiet, tittering laugh, Annalist shakes her head before continuing. "Ah, but let me answer your question. I've come down here in order to pursue some research. I don't mean to sound like I'm bragging, but I am somewhat of a trained scholar and historian. The rumors I hear up north surrounding this 'Spire' are just too tantalizing to pass up investigating for myself first hand."
Annalist clears her throat, coughing politely into her hand and off to the side before returning her gaze to the woman beside her. "And what about yourself? What brought a woman like you to the Reach?"
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Character Name: Annalist
Character Race: Woodland Feytouched
Character Age: 30
Brief Physical Description: Draped in a charcoal grey robe and tall, wide-brimmed hat reminiscent of curse-happy crones, Annalist is the spitting image of what one might call an "urban witch." Her clothes are kept clean and tidy, without scratch or tear or dirt marring any surface of them. The most standout accessory of her ensemble though is the pale green veil drawn across her face, leaving only her two grass-green eyes unexposed.
The woman herself is of a slightly shorter stature, coming in at around 5'7" and on the thinner side of equations - not even a robe could hide her almost twig-like gauntness in certain places. Her skin is the color of pale lilacs, its tint the most prominent evidence of her fey heritage.
