OOC Minecraft Username: Empaul Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes, 25 Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Through friends! (Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: MikatheDrunk (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hi, I'm Paul! (Three eyed monkey reference) I've been a long time roleplayer, through both tabletop like DnD and various forms of media such as minecraft! I always enjoy when new servers pop around for the opportunity to hyperfixate on their lore and build characters around it, haha. — 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?) Baroc the Greatling sat slouched, his immense stature of 7'6" taking up a large portion of the cart he sat in. A brow rose, tilting his head down more towards the older woman. "You ask why I come here?" And he thought on it. After a moment of contemplation he gave a deep chuckle. "To hunt. I come from the Lands of Ash. To follow in my kin's traditions, I aim to hunt the greatest beasts I can to clean the land. The Ashlands are a harsh land, so these Reaches will be a cake of a walk, bahah!" Another short laugh was given before he crossed his arms. "Do you know of the Fireborne? Our tales say we were the caretakers of the Fire Dragons! In this unexplored land, I imagine somewhere the influence of the dragons remains." A moment was taken to reach down and grab at his corked drinking horn, taking a long swig. All this talking got his mouth dry. After a moment more he continued. " "Mmm. I also hold interest in these tales I hear of this disappearance! Something about a Spire or such. I hold belief that maybe it was some grand beast! Wiped out the town! What a thrill to take its head would be. What a grand trophy it'd make!" He downed the rest of his drink, laughing once more. Though he slowly leaned back, noticing all the attention he had garnered and let out a slight nervous hum. "Well- At least I hope so. Could be some magic stuff." — Character Name: Baroc Character Race: Greatling Character Age: 36 Brief Physical Description: Baroc holds stony grey skin and the mass of a musclebound hunter. With many tribal markings and tattoos adorning his skin, he's made himself an imposing work of art. His eyes are a dulled yellow, his nose prominent and wide, with an accompanied lack of any horns or tusks. More often than not, though, he lacks a shirt and bears thick, high-waisted leather pants and boots.