OOC
Minecraft Username: ALuckyDance (Formerly LyricalArtist)
Are you at least 18 years old?: Last few times I checked, Yup.
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yep
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Jennybean
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Interactive theatre designer & Immersive event producer
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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.)The wood creaks below Fabis as the greatling-descendant shifted their weight in the cramped space of the wagon, pulling their hood up slightly to smile at the older woman. For a moment, words remain unspoken. As if a religious command would be broken if the large figure opened their mouth.Then, just as they had let their eyes rest on the woman for the quarter of seconds that felt to Fabis like eternity. They spoke.Words were produced, yet the sounds seemed uncanny. As if spoken by someone who wasn't used to speaking the common tongue."Pilgrimage... of sorts."A gloved hand reached into a vestpocket, the blackened fingers fiddling for a moment before pulling out a small carving made from granite.Depicted within the gloved hand of Fabis was a proud draconic animal, roaring up at the sky. Its eyes set with a small variety of ochre-colored stones."They told of the lands beyond the waves, of the lack of knowledge of the spirit. How near none know who has fallen for their sanctuary..."Placed back into its pocket went the figurine, a moment passed were Fabis held the pocket tight. "Those of the Ashlands live their lives... but in doing so, sacrifice it so others may be living theirs all the same. It was time they knew."The journey continued, the older woman and the younger traveller sharing their travels in but only verbal silence,till the remnants of The Spire slowly came into view.
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Character Name: Fabis Łysek
Character Race: Half-race (Fey-touched fire / Greatling) from the Fireborne
Character Age: 32
Brief Physical Description: Rose red skin and Onyx eyes, Hair split between ashen white and soot black.A set of horns on the side of their head, ranging from vermillion to amber in color.Clad in blues and whites as a counterpart to their draconic skin and often perceived as monstrous appearance.Often seen wearing a beige headband to keep the hair out of their eyes as they work.
