OOC
Minecraft Username: DinoSipsCoffee
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: N/A
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
heya, i’m dino :) i do a lot of art and writing, and boy have i missed fantasy roleplay. here's some art of my character!
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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.)
Èibhlin’s head tilts to one side, filtering through her thoughts and bringing the woman to her focus, fingers drumming a steady rhythm on the outside of her thigh. She’s shoved up against her travelling companion, an amusing contrast with their staggering difference in height and build. The older woman is flashed a curious look at first, before Èibhlin speaks, her voice a light, magical, accented thing.
“We’ve no reason to be nervous,” she says at first, shoulders lifting in a quick shrug before they fall again. She braces her hand on her travelling companion. “We come from the Lands of Ash. Compared to the volcanos, the Reach is a real treat. Our stay is, however, hopefully a temporary one. We communed with the Dragon, and we believe our life is best used to clear the… Spire of its monsters and beasts. You’re quite welcome.”
With her short-spun tale told, the fey-touched woman cocks her head again, lips kicking up at the corners in a proper attempt to look friendly. She turns her gaze back to her massive travelling companion, and lowers her voice, continuing on a conversation in a language difficult to decipher.
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Character Name: Èibhlin Terebis
Character Race: Fey-Touched
Character Age: 25
Brief Physical Description: A woman short in stature, at 5’3” (and a quarter, that bit’s important), Èibhlin is a fey-touched with long, pointed ears and red hair that leans closer to auburn than orange. It’s worn long, often tied into a thick braid with unruly tufts escaping with movement. Her eyes are bright and golden like those pretty coins rich folks flaunt. She wears neutral colors in leather and simple, flowing fabrics that tie up and out of the way.
