OOC
Minecraft Username: Bart_The_Bard
Are you at least 18 years old?: '93 baby (that's a yes)
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yis
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? Jennybean, who told me Wake's here too. Though if Jenny's not active here, I'd say Reedie.
(Optional) Introduce yourself: That's awesome that you put a spot to do this. Ehm, I'll share my music then: Not sure which platform you prefer, so choose your own at www.bartthebardofficial.com and have a listen if you like. Most of it is medieval fantasy bardic themed.
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In-Character
“Tell me my dear, why have you come to the Reach?”
How do you respond (in character)? 3 lore, 2 in depth.
*Krom Dilly awkwardly slides a bit away from the old woman*
"No need to get frisky, woman. I'm too old for that. Fiddlesticks! You're too old for that!"
*But at the shocked look on her face, Krom Dilly calms himself down a bit.*
"Excuse my language, stranger. It's been a long ride. I didn't mean to offend."
*Perhaps her face turns to an emotion of reluctant empathy.*
"I'll answer your question, then. Only fair after my kerfuffle, isn't it? Where to begin..."
"I've spent a lifetime working away on various odd jobs around the countryside, but never owned my own land. Never had the bread, nor the juice, nor the salt! But I always did have the stomach for it. So one day I ask my niece where her sister's gone off to, and she tells me she don't know, but I ask her mother and she tells me about this untapped land. A long story short; that's the first rumour I discovered of this 'Southern Reach' land..."
"A land of promises, but not without dangers. Left behind by these... Thingamajigs! Pointy ears, purple skin, you know, err... Nobody knows where they went, nor why they went, nor how they went, or.. well or who really went, nor exactly when... they went..."
*The old lady puts a hand on Krom's knee in a friendly manner*
"But they went all the same, yes? Go on."
*A slight recoil, followed by a very awkward smile filled with inward pointing crooked teeth from Krom.*
"Yes. They skedaddled on out of there and now the land is up for grabs and that's no taradiddle. Well, it is, slightly. 'cause we ... *he lowers his voice to a whisper* We ain't the only ones looking to grab, if you get my drift."
"There's all sorts of folks out there, yearning for the mine- the ... Confound it all, I've bamboozled myself! Yearning for... The land! Yes! There's greatlings, is what I heard, and they occupy the mountains. They won't let nobody share in their riches. They say greatlings eat human babies for breakfast, I hear. But to that, I say: HOGWASH! I do not believe the greatlings are all too different from ourselves. Did we humans not decent from ... those... Thingummywuts..? err... The purple wazzocks is what I mean!"
*The woman nods and continues to smile all through Krom's ramblings*
"Will you please stop mollycoddling, woman?"
*She blinks, unsure if she's just been offended or not.*
"Like I was saying... *clears his throat* Greatlings. But... Magic somesuchs as well! Fey-born! No... Fey-hatched! No... Fey-touched! YES! *laughs triumphantly* I got that one right, didn't I? Sneaky buggers, I hear say. Look like sizable children, all round and friendly, until you look them in the eyes! The abyss stares back! No pupils, no iris! Death reincarnate!"
*The woman looks unphased by Krom's exaggerations and theatrics*
"That's codswallop" she says.
"It's no poppycock!" he says.
"It is. It's Rannygazoo" she says.
"You're good with words, I'll give you that" he says.
"The fey-touched aren't all evil. They're different. Yes, they've got unexplainable powers and appearances, perhaps. But some use their abilities for good."
*Now it's Krom's turn to blink. He has no comeback to prove himself right.*
"Right. Fine. But they guard- I mean, occupy. Or... They are our competition if we are to settle in these lands. And THAT, my /dear/, is exactly what I'm here to do. I will gather a group of able bodied people, whomever shares my vision, and we will go into the wilds and claim our own piece of land!"
*She laughs and slaps him on the back in an amicable way*
"Good, you finally got to the point, didn't ya?"
*He blinks at her reaction and then grumbles beneath his beard as he realizes he had been rambling for a long time, making quite a fool of himself.*
"Wazzock..."
*Unsure if he means himself or her, she continues to laugh and her shouts of glee echo through the landscape as the cart wobbles on to their destination; the great Spire! Named after the mysterious cyclopean monolith around which the town has been built, which holds unknown powers which... Who knows... Might some day determine the fate of us all.*
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Character Name: Krom Dilly
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 83
Brief Physical Description: Old 1.2m bent over small ancient man. -100 on all remotely relevant agility checks.
