macca

Macon sends a bird to Coren, the worn paper is wet, but the message clear, written in black ink. the message reads MC Name: Macca111 IC Name: Macon Age: 22 Race: Human Minor Backstory: After fleeing from the high reaching stonewalls of Petrus, following the demise of my father, I lived in the northern wilderness, lost and living off the land, hunting and forging for food, using the bow handed down to me by my father. Slowly making my way west along the war-torn canyons and snowy peaks, before, landing in a small village within the northern mountains.