OOC
Minecraft Username:
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Discord
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: N/A
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I'm Imporium but people call me Imp.
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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?)
"Shouldn't you be old enough to mind your own business?" Responded the young Mistan man as he finished his cigar, putting it out on the edge of the wagon. "But now that you mention.." His smile grew, he wasn't spoken to in days. "I have sailed away from the Mist Isles and crossed the Reach in search of an adventure! It is part of my culture, a rite of passage one could say." He paused as he thought to himself, humming. "Perhaps I can find work in a ship around here, I heard some superstitious sailors down here don't sail without a Mistan, to not anger the Siren Serene. Frankly, I wouldn't want to either."
He took another pause, this one longer than the one before. He'd pluck a small silver box from his pocket with the small coat of arms of the Serene Monarchy engraved unto it, taking a small cigarrette from it and placing it right between his lips. He'd then light it with a nearby candle, taking a small drag. "Or perhaps..-" He exhales the smoke. "Perhaps I could adventure deep within the continent, I'm certain there are many beasts one can find there. The Elders speak of Blights, soul-less undead who roam the wilds in search of easy prey." He chuckled softly, scratching his beard. "I could imagine my Elders face if I brought one home. Or perhaps I should dream bigger...-" He shrugged. "We'll see." He smiled to the old lady, as he kept smoking his cigarrette in silence.
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Character Name: Knutr Trenvik
Character Race: Mistan Human
Character Age: 20
Brief Physical Description: A young man, aged by the harsh-winds and salt of his homeland. He is usually garbed in a gray linen tunic with a pair of gray trousers fixed to his waist by an ornate brown and bronze-buckle belt. He keeps his beard trimmed, keeping only his mustache.
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