OOCMinecraft Username: STBNL Are you at least 18 years old?: 20+ Have you read the rules?: Yes (Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: VanillaGoat— In-CharacterRead 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?” "To see the world ma'am. Stink of sea water don't I?"  Ruth cracked up a smile, he was sort of clean. His loose fitting clothing had seen better days, clear as broad daylight that his heritage rooted from Mistan borne. Explaining his carefree nature, something he embraced about being honest to a degree. There was something else that he wanted to share with the lady as he hesitantly wanted feedback."Y'know how we tend to cross o'er that ocean in the thrill of exploration? I like that, but I want to show the beauty of my craft. A mighty vessel as huge as a fortress one day - Possible with an Aedall's knowledge on ship buildin’. Oh what I’d trade fer that."A long term dream, something he hasn’t given up on when he carried on the teachings of his forefathers into being a shipwright. It’s just the funds of gold to which he was broke. He should stop spending his wages on drinks and getting swindled by pretty women. Damn fool. At times, he considers continuing his path of woodworking, eyeing the flute he carved at his waist. So much thinking about it gave him a near headache. Pinching the bridge of his nose.“Maybe find myself a retinue, a group to work with in the time being. I’ll find answers to my endless waves of questions someday.”Chuckling to his own comment, it was funny to him he even had the brains to figure that it was stupid. Enough yammering, why not make the rest of this ride enjoyable with the tune of his instrument. Short lived as he only remembered a couple songs by heart anyways. — Character Name: Ruthgred Character Race: Human Character Age: 42 Brief Physical Description: Long golden brown hair alongside an untrimmed beard, brown eyes with a small scar besides it. What appeared to be a wild man with little hygiene. His skin tanned from the exposure to the sun and scarred from heavy duty laboring. Roughly 6'3" in height, with overlapping clothing which became tattered by the ends. Only thing noteworthy was the necklace of hung canine teeth, that must be worth something right?