OOC
Minecraft Username: Brownzombi
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes ,I am
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: https://minecraftservers.org/
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username:
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hi i am Brownzombi ,you can call me Red moon .I love to play minecraft and joined this server to do some medieval fantasy roleplay .
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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?)
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Zatan ,knowing the path to his destination would be long , let out a sigh and says "You see.....its a long story" ,then tries to remember all the tales he has heard from his elders about his kind and starts to narrate "The tale goes back to many generations in my family ,who then were a part of the Empire of the Arsa Sidhe . They were rich and elves who were rich and affluent ,lived a life of luxury and ease . The Empire itself was continent spanning vast with having a rich history of thousands of years ."
"Everything was going good until there was an uproar started by the labour class .Some say it was due to them subjected to harsh conditions with lack of food and drinks ,while others say that due to them being poor and being mutated due to the harsh conditions gave them a different look as comapred to other rich elves and the labourers started to look at them in a different way ,thus starting a revolt that gave rise to a war .Whatever the reason might be....the empire was destroyed ."
Zatan looks at the old lady ,her smile had disappeared long ago .She then asks in a curious tone "What happened to that land ,where is it now ? " , Zatan said "The land was later occupied by the same revolters and is now known as the Valkian Realm ."
"ohh ,so the rumors were true for that realm ,that it was built on the bodies of their fellow elves " , the lady says in a serious tone with her eyes opened wide .
Zatan nods and continues ," After the uproar ,some elves were able to escape and found refuge in the Ko'ram region ,the same region that had parted its ways with the Arsa Sidhe empire long ago .Elves there first refused to accept the refugees but later after hearing the fall of the empire developed sympathy and accepted them . "
" The new and the harsh life in the Ko'ram region and the Korami culture was tough for the elves who were accustomed to the riches and culture of their previous homes ,they still managed to instill some parts of Korami culture and had learned some of their rituals specially the tradition of passing down the family blade . "
"Hmm ,whats that ? " ,the lady asks
"Its a tradition in which a blade is passed down from generations to generation .It signifies the the bloodlines pride and to lose it brings family tale in history to an end when a couple settles in a distant land , they are given a new blade ,signifying the beginning of a new family line " says Zatan
"Ohh ,so it must be very important to every family " ,says the old lady
" Indeed ,it is " ,says Zatan and continues " So as i was saying about the Ko'ram ,many years passed and the refugee elves continued to life with the local elves peacefully ,Although it seemed that the refugee elves had been accustomed with the way of living ,there were some who didnt like the warlike influence in the region . One of them was my ancestor's brother .He decided to settle his life in Southern Reach where he followed the Aedall culture .When he decided to part ways with his family to start his own ,he got a new blade from his brother and made a promise that every year both of our families will meet and greet each other . That promise continued even after he died and every year our families would meet each other ."
"Things were good ,families were happy and this continued for centuries ,until one fateful day . We got a news that the whole people who lived and followed the Aedall culture had mysteriously dissapeared . My grandfather set out to find the reason but found none .My father too did the same but discovered nothing . Now I with the experience shared by my grandfather and father have set out to discover the reason for their disappearance " ,completing his story ,Zatan looks down and once again got lost in his thoughts .
Character Name: Zatan Rainswrath
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 21 yrs
Brief Physical Description: Zatan Rainswrath stands at an impressive 6'5 feet tall ,with mauve eyes, pointed ears and pale skin which has been tanned as he stays constantly out in the sun due to Traveling .
