OOC
Minecraft Username: hierophant_
Are you at least 18 years old?:yes
Have you read the rules? (Link):yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?:from. Friend
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: childofrapture
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 wordminimum - 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?)
“WELL, I’m one’ve those ah...” she’d rub at the back of her head as she thought “A uhh…. Immigrant! Yeah, an immigrant of the the Faded Steppes! One second I’m eating an apple under a tree and the next all i can hear is my boss shouting at me— see I found a dusty tome in the last village we were in and started learning from it, MAGIC, that sorta thing! I didn’t even get a single cantrip down before SOMEONE fucking SNITCHED on me! I got into a shouting match with my boss and said some shit I can’t take and now I can’t come back to Rolling Haven, not cause’ve the magic, but cause I called my supervisor a lousy no-good lout. When I got kicked out we were resting and negotiating some big agreement to supply this hamlet with weapons to provide sledgehammers and crossbows for the upcoming Budding festival--y'know how it gets, crossbows for the people with sticky fingers like taking 'free samples' of merchandise from stalls and sledgehammers for the damn grumpkins so they didn’t ruin the fucking harvest”
The Fae-touched huffed, wiping her hands down her apron with a grumble to follow it up.
“Worst part is? My old boss took all my shit! Didn’t leave a single tool or knick-nack for me to take with.. Cept for this little guy.” she dug into a pocket on the waist of her apron to pull out a tiny sparrow-shaped figure made of wood with joints keeping the wings attached and holding onto it delicately between her stubby fingers.
I’m a professional tinkerer, if ya couldn’t tell.. Or I WAS at least. Without a workshop I’m just a bum.. I’d love to return to Rolling Haven, after all they’ve been my family for a bit ever since everyone I used to be close with got lost or died one by one, but I CAN’T cause they kicked me out! Now I’m here, looking to find employment so I can stop being a bum. Hopefully that answers your question?”
The creature let out an exaggerated huff, before kicking one leg over the other to cross them, grinning “Soooo.. Excited to have me?”
Character Name: Laurel
Character Race: Fae-Touched
Character Age: 24
Brief Physical Description: Laurel is a diminutive albeit muscular little thing. Somewhat resembling a goblin, she stands no taller than 5’0 with brown skin and long wild red hair adorned with purple flowers. A mischievous large mouth with sharp, prominent canines and equally mischievous large purple eyes. Always wearing a sleeveless blacksmiths getup adorned with floral patterns along the apron and spikes on the gloves.
