OOC
Minecraft Username: Chaoticsquid
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
26 year old MC veteran and RPer. Enjoy WoW RP but want something more persistent and creative. Occasionally dabble in pixel art and lorecrafting. Looking to help expand the wilder parts of the world/lore.
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In-Character
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)?
*Groshak throws the woman a cold stare*
*In a low growl:* "I returned to these lands to lay my claim to the peaks of my great-mothers and fathers, and to challenge all those who conspired in the farce of a contest that caused my outcast."
*The woman appears intrigued* "I've heard tales of these tournaments, certainly not for the faint of heart... You say you were sabotaged?"
*He utters a bitter chuckle that could be mistaken for a roll of distant thunder* "Spineless sons of goats that hail from the Northern clans. They will do anything in their power to weaken my line, even if that means spitting in the face of our traditions." *Groshak sighs* "They laid an ambush for us during the great hunt. It took three of them to best my tracker, although she didn't go down without taking some limbs with her. After she fell I was quickly to follow. My life was spared, only for the scene to be set as a Jaraid attack."
*She seems taken aback* "A Jaraid? I would expect songs to be sung of your brav-" *Groshak cuts her short*
"Greatling children wrestle Jaraid for sport. To have been seen to fall to one brought the utmost shame to my clan, and to fail my tracker... the elders agreed, outcast was the only option." *His eyes wander out to the foothills of the Reach, and in the distance the high peaks of the southern ranges...*
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Character Name: Groshak Bloodmane - "The Unworthy"
Character Race: Greatling
Character Age: 38
Brief Physical Description: A large male (8'1") stone-skinned Greatling approaching his prime. Upturned ashen horns protrude from a braided mane of thick dark red hair, tied in place through bands of iron and animal bone. He wears heavily travel-worn hides and carries a rough-hewn great-axe. His hooded cloak is held together by a clasp that appears to have been deliberately disfigured to obscure the symbol that was once engraved on it.
