Collecting a Crew - The Broken Mast - Jygust 31st ET

Located on the north of Mer de la Luna is the capital of the Western Kingdom: Kings Court. Named after the fact it is the king's residence, KC was built by ancient Adhiel ancestors. The capital is surrounded by large grass fields known as the Downs.

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Ezekiel Lee
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Collecting a Crew - The Broken Mast - Jygust 31st ET

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A poorly painted sign with a mug of ale and an arrow pointed to the door of the Broken Mast. Beside that, there was no way of knowing what it was, or it's name, except for when it was spoken of. The door itself, that was pointed to by the sign, was red washed and chipping to show the wood beneath it. Every person who opened it chipped off more so the owner finally shoved a door jam beneath it so that it was propped open. In all honesty this action had two purposes. It meant the door would retain it's paint as well as let out the stench of the bar room from downstairs. Once inside the door there was a steep staircase leading into the basement of the building. The railings and steps were well worn and smooth under the touch, but also grimy with the oils of hundreds upon hundreds of dirty criminal hands.

The actual room was dominated by a large bar that stretched along the rear portion of the room. Behind the bar was the imposing figure of Nicholai Povic, the Trothgardian barkeep. He tended to those who needed it with a cool demeanor. A few barstools were open for new visitors. There were a number of round tables ringed with mismatched chairs of varying levels of comfort. These were mostly filled, but there still remained a number of spots where one could find a seat if they didn't mind sharing a table - and so long as those who sat there already didn't mind someone joining. Lighting was minimal, but the darkness suited the patrons and their servers. A whispy brunette waitress shifted from table to table; her small breasts pushed up by a tight bodice over a blue and pink mess of a floral dress that looked alright with the lack of light but would be an atrocity otherwise. It was unlikely she was older than sixteen yahren, but the men who called to her didn't seem to mind much. Her name, Jenny, was called out by the inhabitants of the underground tavern. She managed to greet most everyone who came in with an indifferent nod. "Welcome to the Broken Mast," she drawled. "What can I get for you?" There were a few rooms for rent in the upstairs portion of the building, but it wasn't advertised. Those interested would have to inquire after them.


With his newly acquired hat firmly upon his head, Zeke made his way to the bar in a cheerful mood; for while he had business to attend to this eveningtide, an inn was surely the most welcome place to have to do it. Claiming a bar stool, the pirate endeavoured to catch the eye of the youthful barmaid and secure himself a drink before turning to other matters.

Mind, other matters might be happily conducted while drinking (at first), since they mainly consisted of hearing how well his seed of anarchy had taken root in the fair city of King's Court in the past few marks. If rumours and gossip there were, this dockside inn would be the place to find 'em... for this would be the stopping point for all the landlocked sailors, and sailors were as notorious for gossip as knitting circles. It was here Ezekiel hoped to judge the mood of not only any disgruntled fishermen and unsigned sailors King's Court might contain, but also of the navy itself, and her Captains.

For that would, no doubt, be the hardest bit; dealing with the Captains of the Royal Navy. It would be one thing to form a crew of likeminded men to take a ship, another to burn any dissenters to the waterline... and quite a third to determine who belonged to which camp ahead of time. However, the young pirate had been careful to post his Articles anonymously... he would not be linked to the revolt until he needed to be.

But he harboured hope that it might be quite soon; in his pocket, he had separated the Queen of Spades from the rest of her pack ahead of time, in preparation for her happy parade in his hat band. She was a thing of beauty - a slender, raven-haired adhiel wench, naked as the day she was born and quite sure to attract the right attention. If any wished to Find the Lady this eveningtide, Zeke was very ready to produce her.
Last edited by Ezekiel Lee on Thu Jan 15, 2009 7:42 pm, edited 2 times in total.
[size=92][i]I believe there's a storm a' brewin',
Nine crows at nine o'clock nigh.[/i][/size]
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