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Are you at least 18 years old?: yes
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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?)
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The young elfess sat at her little corner of the wagon, munching on some dried fruits while she took in the ever changing scenery around her, cloudy blue eyes scanning her surroundings with a quick and bright gaze.
"Hm?" Dianthe's attention snapped from her observing of her surroundings to the older woman, gaze turning to instead observe her sudden companion, sharpness fleeting across her fair features before they smoothed into a bright smile. "Am I that obvious?" The girl grinned, a toothy smile bringing forth a pair of dimples that only added to her youthfull charm. One would hardly call Dianthe nervous. "Adventure, money, a new life, the usual really." Each pointed was listed in the vauge manner of someone who didn't seem willing to speak of their goals and soon enough Dianthe kindly offered the woman some of her dried fruits. "What about you maam?"
"Oh I'm just visiting my son." The older woman chuckled, taking a piece of the fruit offered to snack on whilst the two talked "I've visitted the spire a couple of time before, an interesting place, so full of life."
"I've heard so." Dianthe dipped her head twice, her grin remaining as she relaxed against the back of the wagon, tucking a strand of exceedingly long, golden hair behind an elongated ear. "My older brother took the pilgrimage to the spire many years ago, told me of the tower that touches the sky and of the group who build it, the Aendall." - "I hope to learn more on them in the future." The Arsa Sidhe's expression had turned dreamy as she spoke of ambition, not necessarily grand, but ambition non the less.
"Ah so it's a family tradition of sorts to visit here, where are you from dear, if you don't mind me asking?" The woman took the moment to finish her snack before asking Dianthe with a kindly.
"It sort of is for those of us called to adventure." A fair hand, filled with calluses and nicks took a piece of carved, painted wood, a splinter from a greater craft. "I'm from the mist isles, The Sirensong specifically." - "It's costumary where I'm from, for a youth just stepping into adulthood to either walk the entirety of the isles or to make a boat and sail away, only to return with tales of their feats." She run her thunb across the curved wood with fondness. "I intend to tell many great tales when I return one day, just like my brother."
"Such pretty designs." The woman commented. Having clearly noticed the state of the wood, gorgeously decorated and yet splintered from something greater, her gaze upon it held visible inquiry as she tilted her head to peer more carefully at the item.
"They are from the boat I curved to leave the isles." Dianthe shared with fondness. "My family helped make it, we curved and painted many charms to ward of mean spirits, lest they play tricks on me and take me to the bottom of the sea before I hit shore." She laid her dried fruits on her lap to lift her fingers to the various earings dangling from her pointed ears, decorations weaved of threats, holding curved beads and pearls.
"And yet you hold only a piece of that boat now..." The woman murmured with some sense of pity for what Dianthe might have suffered on her way to land.
"I angered Siren Serene..." The girl's tone grew somber as she gazed at that curved piece of wood, the only thing remaining of the boat she and her family had curved. "My aunt told me to dump some potash in the water before I left, to ward her off." - "I shouldn't have done it..." Her smile remained small and saddened for a moment before Dianthe took a deep breath, her visage brightening back up a if to chase the cloud hunging over their talk. "Clearly not enough for her to drown me though, clearly she favoures my good nature and song." She grinned. "I'll spread tales of her might and she might then fully forgive me and grant me safe passage back home, when the time comes to return."
"And what's your name, oh great storyteller? So that I know to recognise your tales when I hear them?" The older woman laughed with the amusement all elders kept in their hearts for youths, filled with warm encouragement.
"My name is Dianthe, nice to meet you maam, what may I call you?" She laughed back and offered some more of her dried fruits to her companion as the wagon marched on.
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Character Name: Dianthe
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 18
Brief Physical Description: 6'0 (182cm) tall with a curvy build. Golden blond hair that reaches her feet, blue eyes and a fair complexion with peachy tones.
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