OOC
Minecraft Username: Rhazort
Are you at least 18 years old?: Ye
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Planetminecraft lol
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hi, I'm Rhazort. You may remember me from other Roleplay projects such as [Redacted], "Let's make another [Redacted]!" and "Maybe let's try DnD now".
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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)
Brough out of my pondering, my head turns to look at the old granny that seems to have grown curious of me. After a second, i give her a confident smirk before answering:
"Why does anyone? Half curiosity and Half Greed. The unknown holds many promises to those that seek the extraordinary!"
I extend my hand forward, sweeping the horizon dramatically, as i continue - "The rest of the world is growing duller, and dull sights make for terrible inspiration"
"You're an artist then" -The granny asks, tilting her head fondly when observing the curious greatling, maybe familiar gesture when one of her grandkids is doing something amusing
"Art-tist? No, I'm a swordsman...well, one without a sword for now but that is just temporary!" -I explain as my hand goes to grab the hilt of a non-existing sword, sighing when remembering my circumstances
"When one lives by the blade, new sights and experiences are the whetstone of the soul of a swordsman. And they say the Southern reach has changed much over time"
The granny smiles, nodding before starting to engage in some idle conversation that i follow somewhat. It's a big change of atmosphere than the ones i'm usually involved in, but is comfortable nonetheless. The Reach is where the idle chatter of inns, taverns and arenas are all funneling to, so my best guess is that it will serve as a good training ground.
Reaching the pinacle is not a race after all.
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Character Name: Auremir
Character Race: Half-greatling Half-Fey touched.
Character Age: 26
Brief Physical Description: Born out of a pair of Fireborne warriors, Auremir's appearance fully displays his Fireborne origins. Stone-grey skin with blackened fingers resembling pieces of coal and dragon-like scales covering his limbs with a colour resembling dull gold. His head sports a pair of black curved horns growing from his forehead, contrasting heavily by a large mane of bright-red hair, seemingly flowing down his head and covering his back.
