OOC

Minecraft Username: Kyriel_15

Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes!

Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes

(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: I wasn't, but I found out about the server in a video about old minecraft servers thanks to a comen of an old Hollowworld player called Soup. If you are reading this, Soup, you peaked my interest enough!

(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hello! I go by many nicks, but you can refer to me as either Kyriel or Fifteen. I'm an avid roleplay enjoyer with many years of written RP experience and some in TTRPG, with my few dips in worldbuilding and fanfic writing. I'm also a musician, having made some songs for DnD campaigns I've been in and composing songs for fun and for commissions.

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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!)

"Fate, mostly." With the short and strange reply, Kyriel turns back to the old woman, returning the warm smile with only a mysterious one, not letting much more on. "I had a hunch and I decided to follow it."

"Intrepid!" The old woman replied, her laughter filling the wagon. "Fate, you say... Very few people call back on it, lest with such familiarity."

"Fate and I have a story together. We are inseparable since birth. Wherever I go, it follows, and back home, it called me to come here... So I didn't give it a second thought once I had my mind set."

"Sailing from far away, I see." The old woman didn't hide her gaze as she inspected the clothes and weapon of the Arsa Sidhe. "You are very far away from home, indeed..."

"Not far enough." Kyriel chuckled following the gaze of the woman to his sword. It was long and elegant, sheathed neatly in a decorated scabbard with a red tassle on its handle, white engravings written in Ancient Tongue accompained by intricate patterns. The traveler gently pulled it out of his belt, laying sword and scabbard on his lap. "Korami customs mandate I was the rightful heir... And so, I took it with me. Whether it will pass down on someone else or not, it's up for Fate to decide."

"Would you like it for it to be the case?"

The Arsa Sidhe didn't respond for a moment, eyes lost in the details of the engravings, memories of home flooding in. One by one, Kyriel tried to push those aside, even as they poured once and again, reminding him of what he had lost in order to follow through with his visions: his parents, supportive but distant; his sister, always ready to follow his older brother in adventures; his teachers, who managed to form a very apt student in the art of the blade; and of course, him, who he could not forget...

Kyriel slightly unsheathed the blade, the light in the interior of the wagon reflecting over his emerald eyes, shining almost with intent, as if the steel tried to tell him something... And then he returned the gaze to the old woman, with a half smile.

"Perhaps one day. I'm not sure if I will even have the chance... But perhaps. One day..."

Character Name: Kyriel

Character Race: Arsa Sidhe

Character Age: Around 40 years old

Brief Physical Description: A 180cm (5'9") Arsa Sidhe with long, straight black hair, tied into a ponytail that reaches to his midback. The tip of the ponytail is white, and it is unclear if it's natural or dyed. He has deep emerald green eyes, with slightly asian features, a slightly angular face and not too long pointy ears. He is usually sporting a smug half-smile.