Rumors of Roaringshore

[Silver_Lining]

Whatever had transpired through the night aboard the DragonWing
had left the Captain in good spirits the following day. Those who'd spend
the night's passing aboard would wake to the scent of fresh
pancakes rising from the Wing's belly and the melodic lilt of the
Captain's voice on deck... Rumor began soon to spread of an
unnamed visitor the night before. How it had been or the nature of
the visit was anyone's guess. . .

[Caelin]

A tall, lean, dashing fellow with a fine mustache is seen buying drinks for the navigators of various ships in the taverns. Ensconced in frequent, deep conversations, he seems to be picking up as much of the trade as he can. At times he can even be seen giving coin directly to said navigators in exchange for information. Any who might ask later would hear that the fellow was a very quick study.

[ShineDown]

A tall man in brown approaches The Sea Wolf's mooring one rainy evening, a smaller, dark haired woman in tow. His boot stamps loudly upon the gangplank thrice, awaiting responce.

His companion crosses her arms as they wait, her golden hoop earrings shimmering slightly as the pair stare at the dark ship.

[Young Werther]

The woman with pointed ears juts her chin up against the rain to stare amid the deck of the ship.

"Ahoy!" The often heard cry sounds out from the half-elf's small frame.

Dark eyes dull in the night she waits with the man on the dock.

[ShineDown]

"Ahoy indeed"" states the large man. His eyes turn from the woman to the deck above.

"Ahoy indeed."

[Mac]

*Perched precariously on the top of a broken mast is a Hin in water soaked rags. The wrecked ship she sits upon is so smashed and covered with barnacles that it has almost become a part of the sea cliff its self. From here she has a good view of the Seawolf. As wind and rain whip at her face, She watches. Her blue eyes twinkle with curiosity as two figures approach the mighty Seawolf.*

[Mac]

For sale

One weapon of Talonite design. Inflicts a plague, Partially crafted to be distributed swiftly though water and almost entirely immune to magic.

Interested parties may leave there bids posted at the docks in Roaring Shore.

Reserve set. no less than 1,000,000 1,500,0001,700,000 2,000,000 Coin

The weapon's affect and it's magic immunity will be demonstrated, HERE! In Roaringshore.

Interested parties may place there bids. There is no obligation to buy. The reserve price has already been met, By a bidder who wishes to remain anonymous.

Assembly and additional research may be required

[Mac]

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[Mac]

*There is talk on the docks of Roaringshore, About a strange bill that has been posted in many locations.*

"Attention generous friends. In one days time, The Talonite weapon will be demonstrated for all to see. Interested parties should make there way to Roaringshore. There will be no second demonstration, So be sure to arrive early."

/// Time: Monday 12/14/15 at 1600 GMT Location: Roaringshore

/// Time: Monday 12/21/15 at 1800 GMT Location: Roaringshore

*Written below in blood*

The death of our captain changes NOTHING! May the gods have mercy on your miserable souls.

[Face]

A halfling walks into the broken goblet and starts asking around for a audience with the pirate lords and says there wil be gold in it for them.

[Starkoss]

Rumor has it a pirate-looking woman has entered the Broken Goblet, buying pirates and sailors alike drinks, saying she would love the chance to meet with High Captain Jon Emerald, and perhaps one day she would get a chance to buy the man a drink.

[The Sea Devils]

A pair of people, one a man in brown leathers and sporting a beard, another an elven woman in red Calimshian robes are seen in the Broken Goblet asking if any are looking for work. The two drink casually through the night, ever watchful of the door for new arrivals.

((Please pm this account if you feel you'd be interested in some nasty piracy rp with one of your characters as a crewman in the future. ))

[ShineDown]

A man well enough known n the Broken Goblet sits at one of her tables. The old First Mate of The DragonWing, Ang leans over a piece of parchment with a quill in hand.

Inch by inch and lower she goes, the penmanship goes on and on. Keeping what he writes to himself the big man reads over his work once and twice before he signs it and sends it off to destination unknown.

[ladyawesome]

A short woman with long black silky hair in, and deep storm grey eyes staggers her petite self into the Broken Goblet. Her eyes dark and hollow and her bones sticking out from her skin. She makes her way to the bar keep and tuck her long locks behind her ear showing her elven blood.

"whishky" She slams some gold onto the counter infront of the keep.

"Ya know Ang righ'? E's a bastard! Ave ya seen 'em?"

As the keep passes her the glass of whiskey which she probably doesn't need she takes a mouthful.

"He migh be wiv.... ummm that elf lady thing her.... name... " Holds up a finger a moment her focus off as if in deep thought.

"AWN! 'er name is Awn! ye see any of them..... tell em.... Vali is looking for 'em also.... I eed err bed..... passss outttt"

She pauses and waits for an answer before staggering to the way of the in rooms.

[Darradarljod]

A pair of people, one a man in brown leathers and sporting a beard, another an elven woman in red Calimshian robes are seen in the Broken Goblet asking if any are looking for work. The two drink casually through the night, ever watchful of the door for new arrivals.

A barrel chested Rashemi barbarian with a long black mane of hair and sharp blue eyes arrived at Roaringshore recently by night on a skiff. He rowed alone - from where it is uncertain.

The Broken Goblet becomes his stay. The shirtless wolf of a man sat and brooded in corners unlit for nights consecutive amusing himself with wine and prostitutes but rarely conversation. He sharpened his weapons regularly, including a double-headed great-axe, and watched the tide of patrons come and go.

It was not long before he recognized the regulars and surely not long before they came to recognize him as well. But one couple stole his attention above all others - that was the man in brown leathers and the she-elf with him. If they were looking for someone who wanted "work", they had found someone, and his name was Kanithar - a barbarian gladiator from far eastern Thay.