Novama
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NeramoDJI
Elvario
Moonberry
1Lucker
OOC: I took some liberties with the opening narration. Rp will run on a 4 day schedule, so post at least once in the 4 days but feel free to post more and in any order so long as its not twice in a row. talking and communicate to each other your plans on posting. Nothing worse than a week going by and no posts appearing because everyone is waiting on someone else to post. If that happens, I'll close the thread. Current plan is to run the rp a little over a month. Rounds may go faster if everyone posts at a decent pace.
Time: evening
Weather: stormy
TLDR: party in a tavern discussing a job that would unite them all for a time while the weathers storms outside
Post Listening:
The day was waning into a dusky evening, casting long shadows across the bustling Marauder's Cove. Amidst this hive of activity stood the Drunken Kraken, a notorious tavern known for its raucous clientele and dubious reputation. The tavern's wooden structure, weathered by salt and storms, bore the marks of many a rowdy night. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of spiced rum and roasting meat, mingling with the salty tang from the sea.
In the far corner of the tavern, a large, round table stood slightly apart from the rest. It was there that the disparate group of individuals found themselves drawn, as if by some unspoken agreement. The table was worn, its surface etched with the names of sailors long forgotten, and the floor around it was sticky with spilled ale. Most of the patrons opted to keep and eyes and ears on their own business, but looking around inevitably garnered anxious glances from dangerous men.
Each at the table would have been there due to promises given to them in advance. The who varied, but the promise was the same: you'll get what you want for a job complete. Davito was told by an anonymous benefactor that, for the right price, they could share dirt on House Rothmar's associating with criminals. The price tag was high enough he needed to make a killing and quickly. Zahrah had heard about salty happiness before. What better place to make friends and connections of those with the salty happiness than on an island where the air and people all smelled of the sea. Izzy's wonderings would eventually bring her to the island. Needed money and there was a particular crowd she seemed to fit in with more than others. Ultimately, this place was like a salty sweet memory that promised to give her the money and allies she was looking for. Zeke and Stella would be overseeing the little gathering. While Zeke presented the job to the party he was attempting to recruit, Stella would be loafing about in the rafters or occasionally cleaning up drinks and food left by others. Like the others, Zeke was also there for something or someone in particular. A large sum would be required to secure the services of one who could make his dream ship. One such individual would be on the market soon and this job would ensure the opportunity was not missed.
As night fell, a storm began to brew outside, the sound of thunder mingling with the sea's roar. The tavern's patrons paid it no mind, accustomed to the capricious weather of the cove. But for party, the storm seemed to herald the beginning of something. In the flickering candlelight, the group would be able and encouraged to exchange introductions, each aware that the night's conversation could alter the course of their lives.
The job was relatively simple despite the risks posed: Sail out to a point known by Zeke. Locate a place called the Shimmering Depths, known to be treacherous waters. Dive at specific location to secure any relics or treasures to be found there. Then return to Marauder's Cove where a Ball hosted by powerful nobles and merchants would hold an auction where they could sell off anything they find for massive sums of Rykes.
NeramoDJI
Elvario
Moonberry
1Lucker
OOC: I took some liberties with the opening narration. Rp will run on a 4 day schedule, so post at least once in the 4 days but feel free to post more and in any order so long as its not twice in a row. talking and communicate to each other your plans on posting. Nothing worse than a week going by and no posts appearing because everyone is waiting on someone else to post. If that happens, I'll close the thread. Current plan is to run the rp a little over a month. Rounds may go faster if everyone posts at a decent pace.
Time: evening
Weather: stormy
TLDR: party in a tavern discussing a job that would unite them all for a time while the weathers storms outside
Post Listening:
Drunken Kraken
The day was waning into a dusky evening, casting long shadows across the bustling Marauder's Cove. Amidst this hive of activity stood the Drunken Kraken, a notorious tavern known for its raucous clientele and dubious reputation. The tavern's wooden structure, weathered by salt and storms, bore the marks of many a rowdy night. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of spiced rum and roasting meat, mingling with the salty tang from the sea.
In the far corner of the tavern, a large, round table stood slightly apart from the rest. It was there that the disparate group of individuals found themselves drawn, as if by some unspoken agreement. The table was worn, its surface etched with the names of sailors long forgotten, and the floor around it was sticky with spilled ale. Most of the patrons opted to keep and eyes and ears on their own business, but looking around inevitably garnered anxious glances from dangerous men.
Each at the table would have been there due to promises given to them in advance. The who varied, but the promise was the same: you'll get what you want for a job complete. Davito was told by an anonymous benefactor that, for the right price, they could share dirt on House Rothmar's associating with criminals. The price tag was high enough he needed to make a killing and quickly. Zahrah had heard about salty happiness before. What better place to make friends and connections of those with the salty happiness than on an island where the air and people all smelled of the sea. Izzy's wonderings would eventually bring her to the island. Needed money and there was a particular crowd she seemed to fit in with more than others. Ultimately, this place was like a salty sweet memory that promised to give her the money and allies she was looking for. Zeke and Stella would be overseeing the little gathering. While Zeke presented the job to the party he was attempting to recruit, Stella would be loafing about in the rafters or occasionally cleaning up drinks and food left by others. Like the others, Zeke was also there for something or someone in particular. A large sum would be required to secure the services of one who could make his dream ship. One such individual would be on the market soon and this job would ensure the opportunity was not missed.
As night fell, a storm began to brew outside, the sound of thunder mingling with the sea's roar. The tavern's patrons paid it no mind, accustomed to the capricious weather of the cove. But for party, the storm seemed to herald the beginning of something. In the flickering candlelight, the group would be able and encouraged to exchange introductions, each aware that the night's conversation could alter the course of their lives.
The job was relatively simple despite the risks posed: Sail out to a point known by Zeke. Locate a place called the Shimmering Depths, known to be treacherous waters. Dive at specific location to secure any relics or treasures to be found there. Then return to Marauder's Cove where a Ball hosted by powerful nobles and merchants would hold an auction where they could sell off anything they find for massive sums of Rykes.
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