Rumors of Roaringshore

[BloodRiot]

A dark figure, sometimes known to stay for short periods in the Swordarm Inn, is seen leaving Roaringshore after trading some correspondence and making trading some items at the markets.

[CarlPoppa]

Roaringshore was engulfed in chaos as the hot-blooded pirates rioted through the streets. The air was thick with the scent of burning tar and the sound of shattered glass echoed through the night. Drunken shouts and the clash of swords filled the air as rival pirate crews clashed, fueled by greed and a thirst for power.

Amidst the chaos, Captain Dante Evenwood, a respected pirate captain, stood atop a crate, his voice booming over the commotion. "Enough!" he bellowed, his eyes blazing with authority. "The streets run red with the blood of our own brethren! This madness ends now!"

Slowly, the riotous pirates turned their attention to the captain, their eyes reflecting a mix of fear and respect. Captain Evenwood's stern gaze pierced through their unruly spirits, reminding them of the code they swore to uphold. As the captain's words sank in, a hush fell over the crowd, and the chaos began to subside. Order would be restored, but the tension and rivalry among the pirates remained, simmering just beneath the surface, ready to erupt once again at the next opportune moment.

The co-proprietor, known to some as Captain Thigh-Highs, cautiously peered through the narrow cracks of the Run a Rig shop door before gently closing it. After a tense pause, the door swung open, revealing a formidable enchantress, adorned with intricate warding spells, emerging to stand guard. It was clear that she was prepared to defend herself against any who dared to inflict harm. Whispers circulate, spreading rumors of dire consequences that befall any foolhardy troublemaker who dares to cast even a scornful glance upon her. It is said that their very minds would be twisted and reshaped, cursed with the most wretched and undesirable traits. There are tales, too, of those who claimed to witness the vanishing of menacing pirates, only to be astounded as the rogue brigands reappeared in the form of lowly chickens.

[selhan]

Inevitable



“I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die,
so let me live my life the way I want to,
Before I take my own walk of death.”



A towering half orc with a greatsword burning aflame with magical fire stood in the rain in the market area. His narrow eyes glared at the bartender when he was attempting to make his leave. The bartend returned the glare, the half orc was no on familiar but everything about the towering man showed he wasn't going to ask for a drink. Instead, only a chin nod towards the Sword Arms Inn was given....They got me... The bartender glanced towards the Inn and right away seen another man with a bow in hand....No chance to escape...As the bartender boldly headed towards the Inn, dark eyes observed around..and when he looked up he seen a familiar face of a woman known to him who in fact had a very angry expression. ...I'm not alone... As soon as he got near to the door of the Inn, he heard from above the shutters of one of the windows flap twice....A well laid trap...Who ever thought pirates where too dumb to set a well laid trap, I will tell them how ignorant and stupid they are. They can ambush like any warrior, any elves, any woodsman, any thief in the dark. The only difference with a pirate, is that they look at you with cold murderous eyes and let you know your being trapped.



It's been months that I knew this very group was after me. I never fled, I never went into hiding. I had waited for his moment to come. I knew they would confront me sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be like this.... They were clever...And just before he stepped into the front door of the Sword Arm Inn, he heard the sounds of a familiar woman enchanting herself with magical wards....Perfect...



After being ushered into one of the rooms, the bartender saw a semi armored man sitting at the desk with a greatsword resting upon it, and a single candlelight was lit in the dim room. The door behind the bartender closed sudden from the other man just outside of it. ...A lock is heard behind him...

"So you're the bartender, huh?"

"Some call me that. Why lookin fer a drink? I happen to have some on me."

"You know why I'm here.." *He puts the cigar out.* "You're more clever than that."

"Perhaps, dont mean we cant be some men and have a drink first right?"

"I don't disagree."

*He raises the drink to bartender* " I'll be taking you, be made an example of."

"Wouldn't expect anything less.."

"I'll give you a choice. Would you rather be hung from the mast, of dragged from behind?"

"What ever seems less exertin fer ya. ..wouldn't want to be an inconvenience now"

"What in the hells did you put in this?!"

"Oh my...you dont look so well.."

*Behind a door within the Sword Arm Inn, grunts and clash of blades rang out with spitting curses. The sound of wooden walls stabbed or cut by swords, a chair crashed aside, the desk bumped violently!*

"Where did you go! Damn rat.. I know he's here!" *He slams the blade into the wall pulling it out*



After a long while, the thudded sound of a body collapsing upon the floor was heard.

Nearly a candlelight later...

*Eyes lids barely opens, groaning and then a uncontrollable cough and spitting of blood followed. A gloved hand lifts up from his shadow to place a healing poultice on his chest before it disappears back into his shadow.* ...Their trap was good but mine was better...

"Quite close Bartender." *Came a whisper from the shadows*

"Take me to the bodies"

"Three bodies, by the sounds of it Mathilde has her other half."

"Get them down here , tell em I need help moving the bodies"

"Then await."

"Who brought you back? I thought Ria did it!"

"Dun ask me. Not like I seen anything"

"Was not me I was in the Inn!"

"Hurry before someone see em"

"Mattie go get that guy distracted..make him move away flirt or sumthin"

"I'll just teleport us."

"We need to recover this one, later, though. And possibly it has to remain intact, if we want to talk with it. This one was with the group I heard they wanted to beat you up. He will know something."

"Playing with the dead is not cute"



Having friends is always a good thing, specially the ones you failed to appreciate but yet they still stand by you. Rare things those sort of friends. Most people wont do something without payment of coin or some other value. Those are not friends, their hired merc's. Those you can often trust as much as you pay them. However sometimes, not matter how much coin you spend on a mercenary, there is a risk your going to regret ever paying, and maybe even miss the person you pay. And according to a letter found upon one of the bodies, someone's going to be deeply missing someone.


((DM Ink))

[selhan]

*A letter would be sent to the High Captains through Captain Pike*

((Pm sent to DM team))

[Deragnost]

Rose stormed into the bustling market square, her eyes blazing with fury. The attempted murder had shaken her to the core, and now, as an angry minstrel seeking both justice and revenge, she was determined to take matters into her own hands. The echoes of the explosive blast still rang in her ears, fueling her resolve.
With a trembling hand, Rose pinned a wanted poster on the town notice board. The paper fluttered in the wind.

"Reward: Dead or Alive - WANTED for Attempted Murder and Arson
Name: Unknown
Last seen: Fleeing the scene of the crime."

Rose knew that Roaringshore justice is the one you make yourself. The rage burned inside her, lending strength to her voice as she shouted, roaring with all of her might.
"LISTEN UP, YE MISERABLE LOT! THIS MAN ATTEMPTED TA KILL US IN OUR OWN HOME AND SHOP! I WILL PAY HANDSOMELY TO ANYONE WHO BRINGS 'IM TA ME, OR INFORMATIONS ABOUT THA' BASTARD!"

The crowd gathered around Rose, curiosity mingled with amusement on their faces. Some were fellow patrons of the Goblet, friends who had cheered for her during countless performances. Others were ordinary pirates, drawn in by the commotion. It was time for her to rally their support, to transform anger into action.

"I am not just a minstrel!" Rose exclaimed, her voice filled with determination. "I am a survivor, and I will not let this coward flee from our fury unpunished! Assist me, and together we can ensure that he'll get what he's owed! If you have any information about this man, come forward. Your assistance will be greatly rewarded!"
Whispers filled the air as the pirates exchanged glances, contemplating their next steps. Rose's eyes swept across the crowd, her gaze fierce and unyielding. She's always been a sort of a princess throughout her life, a spoiled brat, but this attack had awakened a fire within her, one that demanded retribution.

"He may be dangerous," Rose cautioned. "But this is my friggin' home, YE LOTS are my home, and bloody Hells, he will not escape the consequences of his actions! Spread tha word..." She dramatically unsheathed her rapier. "...We are coming for them, and no matter where he goes, he will know tha' trying ta mess wit' us was the last mistake they ever did."

As Rose's words echoed through the market square, a sense of determination ignited within the woman herself. She knew that in the face of such brazen violence, she needed to band together with all that wanted to follow her, and take a stand. The anger in Rose's voice resonated with her own frustrations and fears, and she was ready.
With the bounty posted and her call for assistance delivered, Rose took a deep breath, her anger transforming into a steely resolve. She would pursue the man who had violated her sanctuary and bring him to justice, no matter the cost. The minstrel had become a warrior, and her pursuit of vengeance had only just begun.

(Thanks to DM Ink for setting the Run a Rig ablaze. I think? )

[Bluh]

Rathmaz ventured into Roaringshore, the bustling village of pirates, stepping out of his usual reclusive demeanor. His presence in the lively streets caught the attention of the locals, who regarded the mage with curiosity and intrigue. Clad in his robes of arcane mastery, Rathmaz observed the colorful array of characters that populated the vibrant settlement.

As he walked through the narrow streets, Rathmaz's keen eyes absorbed the sights and sounds of Roaringshore. The salty air carried whispers of seafaring adventures, mingling with the jovial laughter of sailors recounting their tales. The aroma of freshly caught fish wafted from nearby stalls, enticing both locals and visitors.

The mage's gaze wandered across the bustling marketplace, where vendors displayed their wares.

[Mr J1991]

Some time after the wizard Rathmaz had arrived in Roaringshore, he was joined by a woman clad in blac, leather armour, who approached hidden under the veil of shadows. The two were seen discussing something in hushed whispers outside of the Broken Goblet before they held their discussion elsewhere.

While what they discussed would likely remain between them, it was clear that the conversation was an important one, going by the notes that the leather clad woman had made. What business did they have in the Shore? Only time would tell.

((PM sent to DM Ink))

[selhan]

*It has been a few days that The Rage of a Minstrel, the Anger of a Sorceress, the Hunger of a Swordswoman, the Glare of a Bartender had gone through the market of Roaringshore, intimidating any all in their paths, wanting any and all information of the culprit that had tried to either kill the owner of the Run o Rig, or give her a dangerous warning. With pure intent to kill the man that wore a bandana and a red coat, they surely didn't seem themselves. *

In the market of the village of Roaringshore, it becomes clear their rage was noticed. Several of the people walk away and flee, as nobody seems to want to cross the rapier wielding woman with lopsided eyebrows or who ever had the stones to cross her. Like many misfit villages filled with criminals, anyone they spoke to had this to say: "I didn't see anything. I didn't hear anything."

[selhan]

A gathering in Roaringshore with travelers and visitors along with some of the locals in the market. Many inquiries by different people about different things. The Shore was becoming known for its gathering of rumors and even information. And sometimes, a shocking revelation.

A Vision in the Mist

The spell goes off as expected and the image begins to form. A man is seen walking into the Run a Rig. He wears a grey coat without any symbols or heraldry. Under his tricorner hat is long brown-black hair tied neatly behind his head. Rose soon realizes who she is looking at. This man appears to be Sel, the local bartender.

Rose sees Sel delivering the box containing the wine to Parrot. The man behind the counter tells him to put the gift with all the others. The tan skinned known bartender smiles and sets it down. He leaves without a word.

Later in the vision, Rose doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary after that. Parrot is seen dropping an apple, and lucky picks it up. He sets it with the others without wiping it off.

"Someone stole your face."

"My wot?"

"You heard me. As I said, we should talk."

"How the bloody hells someone stole me face?!"

"...magic?"

"So I decided to use here a scroll of Hindsight. Apparently, the man decided it was wise to... disguise himself through magical means."

"That dont sound like the workings of a fok'n pirate. Sounds like a professional"

"It was you, Sel, who gave the bottle to Jim.'

"So this bugger used my face to deliver that bomb?"

"Yes."

"Who ever he was..he good I give em that."

Rumors would spread that there was a man who looked just like Sel the bartender of the Broken Goblet, who was responsible for the attack on Rose Winteral. A doppelganger? A professional assassin? Some master of disguise? Who ever he was, the failed attempt would likely bring about another attempt at the minstrels life.

For anyone that knows the bartender of the Broken Goblet, they may find themselves with a man whom they thought they knew.

[selhan]

((Hi Readers of the BGTSCC Community! I wanted to give you all a fair warning. This post will be long. But why long some of you might be asking? Well its because I wanted to share the experience I've had with this event. A small rp that soon grew to a nerve wrecking plot and event. So without further delay I'll leave ya'll to it!))

Professionals, Pirate Captains, and Crews

"Hey what's it like in Roaringshore?
Wot's it like? A'nt be nothin' like the Shore,
Yer just be need'n to see fer ye'self har"

Its been known to many that within the nestled pirate village called Roaringshore, there was a Captain and his crew that had wanted to kill the bartender of the Broken Goblet for once vouching for an elf that had came to Roaringshore to conduct trade. They threw bottles at her, cursed and was intent on capturing the elf to sale to Calamshite slavers. But the bartender whom was only a new resident of Roaringshore, had intervened. After all, she was one of his patrons and he liked his patrons. But that had caused a very long conflict.



For months they had plotted against the bartender, spreading false rumors, calling him an outsider and accusing him of sheepherding elves. Even hired assassins.



But they made one dire mistake. That bartender of the Broken Goblet may walk around and seem alone. But alone he was not.



Captain Glasstauge underestimated the friends of the bartender. And that too was another mistake. The last assassin he did send was real good. A master of disguise, a man of calm. He disguised himself as the bartender and went about the tasked he was hired for. But today all that came to an end. Today of all days, the bartender was about to serve drinks to two patrons that came to visit. That was until he seen a man coming from the darken area of the tavern, a man who looked exactly like himself...

Wandering Man: *Smiles to Sel with a wink as he walked for the front door*

Senua: *Does a double take*

Sel: "Oi!...Stop that man!"

Senua: "Should we?"

Lando Kross: "The hells?"



Sel: "Bloody dammit! Cant see shite in this fog!"

Senua: "Hey you, did you see a Sel-lookalike come out of the tavern?"

Pirate: *Looks Sel up and down* Yeah, I seen you.

Sel: Rose! That bugger that tried to blow yer up was just here!

Rose Wintertal: ...wait, wha..."

Mathilde Wintertal: Where'd he go?!

Sel: "Came out the Goblet, these two seen him too. Look just like me, got me clothes 'n everything"

Lando Kross: Yah, looked identical. And these bozos were clueless when he ran off. *points to the pirate*

The search went on to find the assassin that wore the face and clothes of the Broken Goblet's bartender known as Sel. The very assassin that also attempted to kill the known minstrel in Roaringshore name Rose Wintertal and her wife Mathilde. But the Assassin had already struck again. But this time killing another Captain to cause a commotion and attempt to have other pirates wage hatred for the bartender. But the bartender and his patrons and friends gave evidence that they are looking at the wrong man.


*The body of a man swings from under the tunnel. His tricorn hat rests on the ground.*



Pirate: You pretend to be one of the locals, and then you stab our captain in the back!?

Sel: *Blinks* "Who .." *He looks over his shoulder* "Me? I a'int stabbed no one!"

Pirate: Got some stones to come back after ye did the job! I'll give you that!

Rose Wintertal: "Oi! Ye bloody out of yer mind?! He was there with us at the Goblet while this shite happened!"

Senua: He was in the tavern with us!

Mathilde Wintertal: That's Captain Reszik... I think.

Pirate: Ol' pete got a good look at you!
Pirate: I know that coward when I seen him!

Rose Wintertal: "Aye , because a f'n' bastard's going aroun' with Sel's face!!

Pirate: Ye expect me to believe that!

Sel: "Look I tellin ya wont me. Besides..hangin a man aint even my style.

The search for the assassin continued while those pirates cut down their Captain to give him a proper burial. And a short while the Assassin was found, and little did he know, this encounter had already been staged and Rose would know just how to identify the real bartender versus the imposter.



Rose Wintertal: Sel! Show me the stone you always have with you. *She points the rapier at his throat* ...last chance.

Wandering Man: *He smiles* Go on and do it. Threats have gotten you so far, haven't they? You won't be able to kill your way out of this one.

The minstrel was more than a common minstrel. After all, she does live in the Shore a place filled with pirates thieves smugglers and cutthroats. A place one must be stern and have a level of brute within their hearts. Weakness if not a trait for someone to live in the Shore. One must learn how to be equally brutal, have guile.

Mathilde Wintertal: Why did you try to blow up our house?!

Wandering Man: I'm not paid to answer questions. Only to do the job and never return.

Sel: *The sound of hiss echo's into the nights air as he drew his own blades*

Rose Wintertal: I will pay you handsomely if you tell me who paid you to blow me up.

The assassin was paid over, and lead the group to where the Captain who hired him would be waiting for him. And that was in the Goblet.

Wandering Man: I'll be seeing you around.. *He smiles to Sel*

The trap was set, the group at the ready,
and the bartender acted like the very assassin that was hired to kill him and the Wintertal's,
Or was it even an act?

Cap'n Glasstauge: Where is that bastard? We should have never trusted that slime!

Pirate: Shh! Shh! Here he is.

Cap'n Glasstauge: Come in!

Sel: *He waves the Captain to come out* You'll want to see it yourself. Do verify hmm? The bodies out here.

Pirate: "This is smelling more fishy than last weeks catch boss."

Sel: "You going to come see for yourself ? Or do we leave it where it is?

Cap'n Glasstauge: *Flicks his blade to one of the pirates* Go check on it.

Pirate: Yuus got it bauss.....AWWWK A TRAP!"

Cap'n Glasstauge: Trap! You bastard!

Sel: "Your gold wasnt good enough!'



The trap was sprung, the fighting began with escalating intensity. Rapiers, stabbed and poked, sabers and shortswords swung around, daggers flashed in the dim lit back room of the Broken Goblet! The minstrel and the bartender together cut down one of the crewmen, the patrons in the next room engaged the other. Grunts and the sound of stomping floorboards echoed in the rooms. The glass on the window breaks from behind the door!

Rose Wintertal: He's leaving!

Pirate: "RUN CAP'N!"

The Captain had dared to jump out the window to save himself! But still remaining within the two rooms, streams of blood splattered or gushed, the crossing of swords rang in the air drowning panting breathes! The first crewmen finally cut down by the minstrel and the bartender. But the fighting was still ongoing. The bartender turned for the door to rush out and assist his patrons, after all one of them was a hired messenger. They had put up the fight well dishing out as much as they took. The pirate was brutal with anger in his eyes. But he was alone and outnumbered, it wasn't long that he had finally dropped to the floor in a growing puddle of his own blood. All had looked at the broken window. The Captain would have had a head start, and it would had taken two three doors for the group until they got outside of the Broken Goblet. But did they run through the three doors and drinking floor to give chase? No, this was Roaringshore, they all had one thing in mind that was common. The all rushed for the window and jumped through after the fleeting Captain!



The jump was high, the risk was dire but they had no intentions to let the Captain get away! Ankles twisted, some broken, curses spat! But eyes darted around looking for the Captain, and there he was, in a puddle of his own blood with a leg injury far worse then the ones that gave chase. He still attempted to flee, but the bartender lunged forth using a wand to stop his advance.



As the commotion was soon rising as the struggle began..more and more local pirates started to become drawn in. But luckily another Wintertal was there, one who didnt enter the Goblet, one with a whole lotta magic. To avoid the growing crowd, the group including the wounded Captain was teleported away to the ship called the Sparrowhawk. But be as it may, no one but the mage knew they all would soon be crowed upon the crows nest of the ship. And the Captain Glasstauge, the very man whom given a lot of trouble to the bartender and had even tried to kill the Wintertals was falling from the crows nest , plunging to his death in a hard wet *SMACK*.



But the exhausted bartender was not finished. Tired, injured and limping. He went over to the dead Captains body and started kicking him before he drew forth his sword. And started to stab the dead Captain.



Sel: "Bugger! *He stood up hopping on one foot drew his sword and poked the Captain in the belly* "All the bleedin.." *He stabbed him again* "Blimey fokin headaches.." *He stabbed him again* "Yer been causin my miserable.." *He stabbed again* "Life! Vargas! When Rose is done checkin the body dump him over board!"

Mathilde Wintertal: Don't dump him over, they might try to pick him up! Leave him in that disgusting... storage of yours.

Sel: I just had Gombo clean it last night. Paid him ten bags.

Rose Wintertal: Good, that means you can pay him again.

Sel: Vargas ..haul his arse down the kitchen.

Vargas Khazad'Amon: Don't erget to check for gold teeth and Aye cap'n.!


"What is Roaringshore like?" a patron might ask. Well other than it being a pirate village filled with brutal pirates, thieves, smugglers strange mages that leaves dead bodies on the ceiling, a lawless place where they leave the dead hanging and never take the bodies down from the noose, a place where dogs eat man flesh, a place where they have anti magic taverns with mysterious owners and barmaids that are doppelgangers? I really wouldn't know how to tell you."



"Yer just gon' have t' see the blimey place yer own bloody self"

Big thanks to DM Ink I knew you probably didn't expect this plot to run this far, but hey you just never know what you get yourself into when you come into the Shore eh?!

Credit and additional Thanks to the following that had rp or some involvement in this plot:

DM Soulcatcher
DM Ghost

Players
Fierlith Silverglade
Callo Haphet

[Deragnost]

"Reward: Dead or Alive - WANTED for Attempted Murder and Arson
Name: Unknown
Last seen: Fleeing the scene of the crime."

It is rumored that the wanted posters were eventually removed from the boards. Maybe a few curious pirates may have inquired the reason. The once angry bard would have replied eventually to them.
"Oh, why I'm removing it? It's actually quite simple. The idiot who thought it be a great idea to mess with me or my friends decided to..." She took a moment of pause, seeking the right words. "...take a retirement from the pirate's life. We showed him how unfortunate was the decision he took, and that a pirate's life is not for everyone. So he... jumped on the first available ship and leave the place."
There was clearly a bit of serenity along Rose's face as she finished to remove the last poster.
"Oh, and before I forget..." She said as she turned toward the curious fellow.
"Like I told to one of the members of the crew of Captain Glasstauge... spread the word across Roaringshore. Whoever decides that it's smart to cross the path of the owners of the Run a Rig, or the bartender of the Broken Goblet, they should consider it carefully if they don't want to retire from the pirate's life prematurely. Roaringshore is a wonderful place, and there's space for everyone. The moment you mess with us though, we'll show you the error of your ways."
With a warm smile, and yet slightly sinister, she walked away, happily tossing the posters into the nearby fires.

[Samy]

A southern young human woman has been seen frequently on the quays and docks in recent days. She observed closely the activities of the sailors, the trimming of the sails, the preparation for departure or the movements of the sailors when docking. She seemed to memorize, and sometimes even write down, the sailors' words and shouted commands.

She was also seen with old seafarers, listening to their stories about the coast and the Sea of ​​Swords. Sometimes she would sit up by the balconies above the docks and draw the shapes of the ships and their flags on papers. She was always accompanied by some kind of large rat that she seemed to talk to from time to time. Some even say the rat wore a little feathered hat and an eye patch, and if you got too close to either of them, some would hear the rat give a grim "Harrrr."

In the evenings the woman sat with the crews in the taverns and listened to their stories, during the day she began to sing along to their work songs at the port.

((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JO65hPrrUcc))
((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CuyLbC2TZo))
((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kT33murB3c))

She also closely observed the rites and rituals for Umberlee as the ships set sail.
If you spoke to her and asked her name, she always started her answers with "Call me ... Sheren".

[selhan]

*Through the thick fog in the early morning hours before the sun raised beyond the horizon, a man was walking around the village of Roaringshore hammering nails to pin notices in various areas of the pirate cove.*

((LF Immersive Sailor/ Pirate RP. Alt's is fine but please be mindful of Metagaming.
Depending how many players would be interested,
will determine how much energy we will put into this crew. OOC Requirements listed below.))

• RP Builds preferred / Power Builds okay - But would like to focus on mid to high rping.

• As per server rules please play your sheet. Dont rp a sailor or pirate while your pc is a monk, dragon disciple, lathander priest etc.

• If your character is a main that's interested, please ensure your rp is fitting for the theme.

• Do not take harsh or bawdy rp seriously OOC, remain in character as much as possible, Being respectful and friendly in OOC is an absolute must. Be mindful of the server rules, ignorance is not an excuse.

• Minimum two In game appearance required per week, if you are unable to do so, one forum RP post must be made in exchange.

• Be familiarize with the lore of Roaringshore.

• The goal is to help promote rp opportunities as well as server activity.

What's to be expected? Well at a casual pace the following are in mind...
Rp fun in a Seedy Tavern such as the Broken Goblet, trying to make use of the Sword Arm Inn and public areas of Roaringshore.
Sea Voyage/ Ship RP
Ship Battle Rp ((once strong enough ofc)) Land Ho will be used often.
Far as DM's and their bag of tricks that will be up to them. I have quite a list of DM requests and follow ups in other events that had came to an halting slow. So trying to push for more at this time is hardly likely.
Player side events.
Will Sel be your Captain? Not telling, I leaving that surprise for ic!

My Purpose?
Just a player trying to keep promises to other players and ensure the work on Roaringshore wasn't for nothing.
And honoring past Roaringshore players no matter whom they are.

Concluding Notes
If a crew can be formed I guess you can call it a faction, a public thread will be created with About's and Detail information.
I hope this can take fruit and I do hope to help provide some fun in a Neutral Bad sort of way !

[selhan]

Local residence in Roaringshore might had seen the bartender talking to a female hin, just before she collapsed to the ground. The collapsed figure had many wounds, a teary eye, and blood stains all over her arms. The small figure attempted to get up a few times, only to stumble and collapse back to the ground. A short while later, she did manage to stand on her feet and left for the docks with a weaken stagger and a dazed expression upon her face.

[Zandin851]

In the late hours of the night, a blue robed man and a hin can be seen disembarking off a boat and heading into both inns, but while inside each inn they can heard asking for a Rose Wintertal and the blue robed man can be heard leaving the names Drin and Jak, shortly after leaving the inns they can be seen returning to the docks and talking with the dock-hands and asking for a person by the name of Tim. After asking around they can be seen leaving vea-teleportation magic.