OOC
Minecraft Username: JonSilverhand
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Gwylgi and Romedeu
(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?)
Nikita paused for a moment to collect his thoughts on what he should tell the old woman as he fiddled with his kobza idly. Even after packing himself in this wagon, he had managed to find enough maneuverable space to keep it on him instead of being packed away in his chest with his belongings. He tapped his fingers on the lower body of the instrument before speaking "The hearth of home is comforting but I'd sooner see the world than remain warm, there's simply too much to experience to consider otherwise!" He said jovially "What use is learning poetry and the arts if not to share with others? To sit around the fire with strangers and give companionship to other souls?" Nikita smiled warmly with the words of adventure but his mind thought of home and the Duchy.
Though he followed in the warrior-minstrel tradition of his house and believed the words he spoke, a sizable part of himself yearned for the comforts of home. Leaving everyone he had ever known was hard to do, especially with coming to the southern reach and being the first in his family to have made the trip. The adventure of it all was enticing to Nikita and the wanderlust had done its part to sway all reason away from him even though any sane person would perhaps have chosen a more familiar location for the task of seeing and experiencing other lands as was tradition in his house. Seeing the Wall had first planted the seeds of doubt that had only grown as he came closer to his intended destination of the Spire. The Wall marked the end of Nikita's world, everything beyond was the realm of mystery for him that spelled everything from great adventure to great ruin. The story he had heard of the great disappearance hadn't helped any of that either, how could an entire people just vanish? Was the land cursed? Had something been triggered that laid dormant? The thought ate at him...Nikita simply laughed away those thoughts "I'm sure a great many things await me at the Spire." He allowed himself to laugh to ease the tension growing inside him. The act of a confident man served him better than his true anxious self did. The question that had been stewing in his mind lingered long after the interaction ended; what truly waits for him there?
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Character Name: Nikita Dobrynikid
Character Race: Human, Valkian
Character Age: 25
Brief Physical Description: Nikita is 5'9 with a muscular build and deep brown eyes. His skin is fair with a minor tan and minimal scarring on his forearms and hands. Nikita's most prominent features is his silver hair from premature greying, keeping his hair swooped and short, and a whip-like scar along his jaw.
