OOC
Minecraft Username: DilllyPickle
Are you at least 18 years old?: That's for you to find out.. (yes. i can drink too)
Have you read the rules? (Link): what are rules. (something I follow ofc and have read)
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: some dumbass called DinoSipsCoffee
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
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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. 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 hulking figure sits somewhat uncomfortably squished between several people, hunched down with their legs spread. A rumble of noise comes from their chest at the overly friendly nickname coming from the old woman, seeming rather distasteful of what she called them. Their lips remain pressed tight together, almost growing tighter even as silence covers them like a cloak. Their massive form stands almost protectively at the side of their smaller companion, although it's difficult to tell with the rattling of the wagon and constant movement. At well over seven feet tall, the greatling carries horns and tusks-- which is a rather intimidating appearance for most non-used to the features.
Their lips began to curl, their distastefulness now being apparent, eyes fixed on the woman but silence lingering. A fair question, they thought. They left the mountainous North and their Stonerunner family at a young age for a change in life, only to end in the Ashlands, in the sights of a Fireborne clan they only survived due to their features and strength- the fire of the Dragon that so called burns inside they've accepted as theirs. Now they travel alongside one who has become their closest companion, called to action by the will of the Dragon itself. A clear and complete twist of fate, if ever they've experienced it.
Their thoughts are broken by an elbow nudging into their muscled side, fey-touched companion encouraging them to speak. They roll their eyes, head turning downwards to afix on the elder woman with a glare-like stare that is more intimidating than focus, though their outward demeanor remains mysterious. When they speak, it almost sounds as if they're making their voice deeper on purpose, thickened with gravel and gruffness. "Why be nervous when a fire burns inside? We were tasked to be here, a calling, one must say. I don't owe any explanation to you..."
A pause. Another nudge to their side, and they scoff, an irritated exhale escaping from their nose from the constant pestering. "It's a difficult concept to grasp, for those who don't have their fate so clearly defined. The disappearance of a people has left this Reach open and unclaimed, crawling with evil and beasts, ripe for our hunting. And the Spire is thick with those who believe they have found their calling-- we will join them. It's that simple. Nothing more needs to be stated."
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Character Name: Sigred Durnin
Character Race: Greatling
Character Age: 32
Brief Physical Description: A grey-skinned Greatling that stands to be 7'6", though with some of their features it's hard to tell what gender they are. Their hair looks to be dyed to be ginger colored, their roots and some strands being brunette. Tusks jut out from their mouth and stubble of hair is on their chin. A pair of horns sit on the crown of their forehead, curving behind them. They seem to wear something on their chest, a binder perhaps..
