Hi Medicai, Thanks for taking a look at my application. I have a couple questions. My intentions with the story was to create character background. Is the old woman a particular character? I interpreted the application question as a set piece to use for my character background and didn't see her as any character in particular.  On, "Your lore refrences also only really tie into this short story you seem to have created, that is to say they aren't really used properly" Could you elaborate a bit more on how they aren't used properly? I combed through all the relevant pages for my character background on the compendium, and did my best to incorporate it. If there's more info somewhere I missed, please let me know. The group I mention toward the end are just debt collectors pursuing Vlek, they aren't intended to be from any group in particular. Also, I will edit the sharp teeth.

OOC Minecraft Username: quirkyandgoated Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes (Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hi, I'm Charlie. I write short stories. I don't know if it's appropriate to include anything here in full, but I feel it's relevant to mention for an RP server :^) — 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 some references to our lore in your response!) I squint and my hand automatically hovers at the knife tied by my ankle. Something's not right here. The cart clacks and my teeth grind for a moment before I respond to the needling woman. "If you must know. I heard a tavern hereabouts who roasts a mighty waterfowl." She smiles, nodding. "Hm! I see. Never heard much interest in our cuisine. Most like because the explorer gangs who go hungry would eat bogstrider shit, iffin they make it back to The Spire. Got the name of this spot, have you?" Her eyes meet mine as the cart hits a rock, throwing my head back against the planks. "Fucker!" I say. I scowl and rub the bump. The elderly woman and a few others around us stifle giggles and a mother turns away with her small son. "Bugger off," I spit at the onlookers. "Bugger this driver." The older lady composes herself and holds her gaze at me, expectedly. Well? "The Hearty Greatling. Or somelike."  Her eyes narrow, and I can see her sharp canines as she makes a sly smile. "The fowl there's rotten, dearie. Let me show you where to go, when we get there." I'm offended by her dismissal of my made-up tavern. "I'll get there alright. Don't care for a babbling crone's taste in bird anyhow." "It's my treat to take about a young, handsome man. Just for a little while, when we arrive." I finger at the leather strap on my ankle. "Look. I don't see what your damn business is. If you're looking to turn a trick or murder me, I suggest you find another sucker." I brace myself against the wagon rim and rise up, shouting. "Cabby! Stop here for a moment, I'll—" I feel a tight grip on my wrist. She's staring at me intense but not unkindly. "Listen, boy." I come back down, still tense, and she leans close to whisper. "An arse like you does a bad job of keeping a low profile. I heard some Valkian sharks who came this way looking for some poor debtor who matches your description." I was ready to stab and run, but something about her demeanor was oddly trustworthy. I lower my voice. "They're here? Already?" "This was weeks ago. Chances are they left when they couldn't find you. But if you go to the wrong places or talk to the wrong people in the Reach someone's sure to talk. And it'll get back to them." "So what. You'll smuggle me in or some lot?" "Just keep your head down and follow me when we arrive. I'll take you to someone who can help." "Why should I trust you? Any sot who's broken my trust before is very dead now." "Heh. Wish I could say. I guess I have something of a heart for you sorry, broken types who end up here. Like myself, years ago." The cart shakes to a stop and the woman stands up with surprising grace. She sticks out a bony hand. "Coming?"   — Character Name: Vlek Character Race: Human Character Age: 39 Brief Physical Description: Tall, skinny, and tattered. Hair is brown and frayed, unwashed, but cooly elegant. His eyes are a deep brown. Sharp teeth, one molar knocked out in a barfight replaced now with a chunk of unhewn gem. Lean and sinewy body but has a savageness to his demeanor. Clothes are as tattered as he is, and sometimes he puts on an eyepatch that he can use to cheat in certain games of chance.