Minecraft Username: TidalTerror
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Zoslore
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?”
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The man, previously stock still within the confines of his attire of plate and cloak, turns toward the woman and lowers his hood. Pooling bronze hued eyes peer out of the dark slits, and a gauntleted hand strokes the red beard flowing from underneath the metal cheeks of his helm.
“Nerves? Never so. Business carries as it ought, wouldn’t you say? Were I to vest such thoughts as ‘nervousness’ into the stock of the trailblaze, I’d lay with my arms tied wrist to wrist and my head nestled upon the pillow sack in a mattress back home.”
The man then grunts, and slowly starts to sit up, gripping his polearm and glancing up at the sky.
“But. This is only part of your question-the shortest part even, and so I ought to offer compromise via insight to my methodology. While I cannot so much tell you why I have come to the Reach, I may offer possible reasonings. Perhaps my lord within the great realm hath sent me to slay questing beasts. Were this my goal, my personal intent could be to adorn my armor in a new pelt, or perhaps discover new meat for my skewer recipes. Alternatively, my pride as a blade of the Valks could be at risk due to a failure of duty back home. Tell me, would bringing back wonders of the world unknown not dispel any bad faith I might have left in previous wakes?”
As the man drones, his eyes seem to slowly squint on themselves in the dark recesses of his headgear and as the lights visually go dimmer, so too does his mumbling. This, perhaps, was an uneventful sort of conversation as the man slumps into an unconsciousness from hearing his own voice drawl. In his sleep the man snorts and snores rather obnoxiously, and the human sitting next to him rolls their eyes.
“Don’t bother with him, he’s been like this all morning. He’d be lucky to arrive at the Reach with both shoes.”
The armor clad fey-touched has no rebuttal to this snark, slumping over as much as his suit and the poor passengers around him allow him to relax. In his not-so-silent bliss, he mumbles to himself through rumbling snores and half yawns.
“Know thee name…well…Ser Summers…No ray…too hot to…rival your trail…-“The knight makes a hacking sort of awful noise and snorts, then goes silent once more.
Character Name: Fauster Summers
Character Race: Fey-Touched
Character Age: Between 25-45
Brief Physical Description: Darker toned skin and red gleaming eyes underneath poorly maintained plate and helm. Red plumage on the head of the helmet, with a similarly reddish beard under. Tattered cloth drapes overtop the shoulders and waist. Shorter stature with a somewhat wide frame.
