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Minecraft Username: Olomet
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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?”
“Is it that obvious? Well, I guess I still have salt in my hair,” I say with a returning smile.
“It feels like I just disembarked at Mariza, and now I’m almost at the Wall. But as soon as I find my uncle, I’ll make him take me to see the Spire. If I ever find him. He’s supposed to be with the Walljacks—or so they say. I’ve never met the man, and all I have is a name. I’m not even sure I’m pronouncing it right. Oh, and one other clue—he should be a Mistan, like me.”
My smile fades as I realize just how vast the unknown ahead of me truly is—and that this random woman, kind as she seems, won’t suddenly produce a list of every Mistan in the Reach, complete with their precise addresses.
“To be honest, I hardly feel like a Mistan anymore. When they sent me away—my in-laws—they boarded me on an old, creaky balinger. After I’d spent a year building my own sloop, they made sure I wouldn’t be anywhere near it. I guess it worked. I wouldn’t feel at home back in the Siren Serene’s waters.
"Not everyone makes the voyage. But I wanted to. I felt like I needed to—on my own ship, on my own terms. To bring back stories to tell when the Typhoon closes the ports. It should’ve completed me, in a way. But now, I feel like some foreign pieces fell into a place where salt should’ve been."
I shake my head, trying to clear the gloom.
"I feel bad for the folks who helped build her, too. The entire village lent a hand. Or a plank. She was just a few nails away from being finished—a beauty made of the finest Hardwood. I hope they won’t let her rot in the sand."
"But what if I never find my uncle? For all I know, my brother-in-law could’ve made the name up and sent me on a wild goose chase. Even if that’s the case, I’m not going back to the Isles. He can choke on the inheritance, for all I care.”
"If nothing else, I can join some Falstoner caravan and disappear into the sunset. Do you know if Fey's tongue is hard to learn?”
Character Name: Tayde
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 18
Brief Physical Description: A young man, tall and slim, often clad in blue and green as it reminds him of the sea. His shoulder-length hair, unkempt more often than not, is jet black, as is his budding goatee.
