OOC
Minecraft Username: The_VALKYRIE
Are you at least 18 years old?: a fair bit over that
Have you read the rules?: pretty standard for a server, no issue there
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: ah... milkman... several people really
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I like to build and make my own skins, so i got several examples I'm just not sure old 1.8 beta or 1.12.2 official release vanilla builds would thrill anyone especially since I've gotten better since then with people like Cukie and Reedies styles helping me to refine my style to. You really can't stop learning or you'll stagnate. That and I forgot to snag my newer screenshots before the forum I posted them to got taken down :(
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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?”
He looked at the woman pulling himself back from the memories that haunted him as he ran the fingers of his right hand over two rings on his left. Both were common enough for married couples to wear but less so for the man to wear both. He had paid handsomely for a small chip of blue gem to be fitted in a flower setting for his beloved and now it was all he had left of her. Of their family. "Ah, Yes my first time. You hear stories from the traders in the Midlands about places beyond belief, figured its' a good way to get a fresh start."
He didn't want to start fresh this way.
After serving in the Duke of Rulan's army and leaving the service due to no longer feeling right about the orders he was given by the duchy's successor he'd taken up his fathers work as a stonemason. Repairing the roads and stone walls as needed for his village until the allure of good pay enticed him to trek to the nearby city, not the capital though, he could not conceive of moving the family to the capital when they already had more than a days travel to Fallstone. He could bring a little more money home for his wife and two daughters, Valarie and the fey-touched Ethel from a lesser city. He returned home as often as he could with baubles he could find for cheap so Analae could keep her fine jewelry safe since the girls liked to borrow for their games of pretend. Coming home after hearing that a band of rogues had torn through the countryside seemingly unnoticed by all but heir targets had been terrifying. No one understood why or how, though it was murmured that a rival duchy may be responsible for the razing that occurred.
Ulrick found his wife in a sorry state, but there was no sign of the girls and no one could recall seeing his 6 and 4 year old daughters in the forests beyond town or in the fields, They had vanished as surely as the vagabonds had. He would have gone to the duchess of Rulan but while he had no quarrel with the young lady's father when he lived he couldn't get behind her. He wanted to understand that any child grown or otherwise would want to make their mark on the world and stand out from their parents but the direction the Duchess was taking Rulan made him highly uncomfortable. His gut told him that joining his neighbors to plead their case for aid was best avoided for now and as he hadn't much left he had tried to go to Fallstone to deliver the bad news. His In-laws in Fallstone, well they were a whole bundle of things that tolerated a man from Rulan and having lost their grand kids had not made them overly fond of him at the moment.
"Kind of hope I can find some people." He tried to offer the woman a worn smile, one he hoped wouldn't draw a look of pity, He had plenty of pity back home being a widower and and a sprinkling of disgust from his wife's family left a sour taste in his mouth.
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Character Name: Ulrick Kyrie
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 31
Brief Physical Description: A simple looking man with sun bleached hair and a beard. he does his best to hide the scars in his right palm and up the inside of the thumb which restricts the extension of the hand.
