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Minecraft Username: GeneralFisher5
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
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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 at least three references to our lore in your response, with two coming from different pages in the Compendium.)
He shifts uncomfortably in the wagon. He glances toward the wall in the distance. He began recounting his burdens in a slow voice:
".. Weak of strength. Instead of crushing the skull of a man, I spared him. So, banished south, my chieftess says. I hear land south is where people live without chiefs or mountains overhead. At first, I moved to Valkian.. but the land is full of blood. Unsimple rules. Many chiefs. And many dreams of biting red eagles." He softly chuckles as his eyes glaze over the plains.
"I look for a free land. Vast lands. Thick air. Where sun burns instead of freezes. Maybe I can find my place in this Reach. Somewhere I'm not judged. Somewhere to thaw. Second chance."
He holds his hands tightly in a ball, wrestling with his fingers as he pauses in thought. "When I first crossed into Valk-land, elder, I gazed at the great dome above; the stars gave an omen. My mother says I was born under the pale steed. When I saw it again.." He lowers his head. "I knew.. things had to change.. even as I leave behind my family.. my sisters.. even.." He shakes his head, his eyes darkening, fist clenching. "Better I make a new life; new strength. Better that I am far from them."
He gives a stoic look before shifting his weight forward. "I burden you, elder, with such talk. Excuse me." Unk hops from the wagon and walks alongside it, not looking back.
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Character Name: Unk
Character Race: Greatling
Character Age: 48
Brief Physical Description:
Unk is a 7'5" Greatling with a scraggly, somewhat barbaric appearance. Broad shoulders that seem to crunch towards his head. Loose dark black hair and beard. Green cat-like eyes and orange-grey skin. Hornless and tuskless.
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