OOC Minecraft Username: the_squonk__ Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes. Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes. (Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: N/A (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): N/A — 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.) A Walljack, dressed modestly and for long travel, looked to the elderly woman. Until now, he'd been content to simply keep his head down and mouth shut with the occasional hummed tune. Sucking on his teeth, he had no... good reason, to distrust her. But questions were not something he'd come for. His words wore a Southern Creole accent, "Avoidin' this Valkian lord or that who wants t'mosey on down. Maybe Rulan wants Her favor back..." a rolling gesture of his wrist drew out a small chuckle before his hand dropped into his lap. "Opportunity, then, I s'pose..." His thoughts fell back into his supposed 'delusions;' the taunts of fabled Nyx. What made him a pariah to his once-Pact, now alone... He had to maintain something of an act, in the effortless lie to this stranger; so he extended his hand to the auld lady gingerly: an offer to shake. "Fo'give m'manners, ma'am. Call me Fisk..." — Character Name: Comhghall  Character Race: Human Character Age: 24 Brief Physical Description: An ordinary height Human at about 5'10". His hair is lengthy & dark, down over the ears and growing upon his face. Within hazel-toward-green eyes, his gaze is attentive & flits about as a low toned, soft voice speaks, and sometimes sings. His build is limber, with long-limbs, narrow fingers, and built shoulders.