OOC

Minecraft Username: Uneasingly

Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes.

Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes.

(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: I was snooping around when the server first started forming, but I wasn't able to get into things. Hoping to try now! 

(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Reedie_, TheDeester, mageaegis, Charybdis, Arcana, and so on.

(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hi! I'm Hannah. I've been in this community for a long while, so I know quite a bit of the player-base already. I'm into plants, arts & crafts, photography, and film. 

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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)? (250 word 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.  Two of the three selected should also be in-depth, avoid simply name-dropping lore terms. Tie the terms into your character's backstory. Why are they important to them?)

“A long-buried desire to go freely somewhere. Unanswered questions.”

At the rear of the crammed carriage sits a quiet presence, with her face turned to take in the rolling hills and winds of the Southern Reach. Presently, she fixates on a wave of butterflies migrating across the boundless landscape - not unlike the incessant fluttering of nerves in her stomach. Still, the wagon draws the group nearer and nearer to the course of their fates. 

She then turns to offer a greeting to her enquirer. The wooden frame of the wagon creaks beneath her with the shifting of weight, unsure. 

“They call me Lyneth. I hail from beyond The Wall, in a quiet hamlet not far from heart of the Midlands. There, I dwelt at my Uncle’s house, and when I was of the proper age, he sent me to work as a serving girl for the local Lord."

The elder is met with the outstretched hand of a young, smiling maiden, looking no older than her twenty-second season of Vernus. Her eyes are as grey as the starlit evening, and her hair as long and dark like the shadows of twilight. A Nua Sidhe, as far as anyone can tell, but faintly tipped ears hiding beneath her dark mane betray the idea of a purely human bloodline. 

“The Spire will make a fine home, I think,” the young maiden reckons. “It’s just far enough from home, with no shortage of its own mysteries to be unraveled. It's rousing."

Oddly, Lyneth travels alone, and she travels with very few belongings beyond the pouch hung at her waist, metallic contents clinking together. She doesn’t look to come from much affluence, but she is sensible in her fashion, wearing wool raiment, sturdy gloves, and an aged leather vest, fur-lined at the collar and finely sewn with the stems of a scrambling flower seldom seen outside the Midlands. A nudge to her origins, it seems.

She then hums a sudden thought, reaching to take the other shrunken, wrinkled hand of the elder within her own, and leans inwards just the same. “Say - you're well-seasoned, that much I can tell. What can you spare me from your time in Reach?” 

What was left of their journey Lyneth spends wheedling everything the elder can share about their landing place.

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Character Name: Lyneth

Character Race: Nua Sidhe

Character Age: 22

Brief Physical Description: Lyneth is a young woman from the working-class. She is fair-skinned, hosting blue-grey eyes and rosed cheeks. Her hair is tousled from the high, wet winds, oft worn in a long plait.