Pig and Whistle [Forum RP]

[Vedaar 9]

 

'Pig and Whistle'

A man in tattered garments sits perched on a wall, toying with a shiv in his hands. A crowd of estranged travellers start to flock around him, curious about his ramblings. Uncertain as to why, your curiosity pulls you closer. His speech becomes more coherent as you approach:

"…stands in the Old District quarter. I can tell you that it’s a well-known favourite for our lackey Guard. Placed right next to the barracks. Convenient that, ain’t it?” He chuckles. “Those plated knuckleheads spare no time in clocking off, kicking off their heavy boots to wash down the long afternoon with a bitter draught. Lucky for me, this is easy-pickins if you're lookin' to line your pockets. Rumour has it that its the longest standing tavern in Stormwind with ol'buggers from past Wars, veterans of the First and Second, livin’ face-down on its stinkin’ floor boards."

"If there’s anywhere in Stormwind that’s got dirt on someone, they’re in there. An’ not only that, you'll be struggling to avoid ‘em through all the smoke and drunkards being tossed out by their arses. Word has it one man got trampled beneath the ruckus and nobody even bat an eyelid!". The man's gaze wanders for a moment "…you know, I can't think of anywhere else more like home."

 

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A midnight blanket descended over the night sky, the city streets suddenly black save for the warm glow of households and the reflections on the canals. The clanger of a bell rung softly, swaying about a mule's neck as it crossed the cobbled streets. Following closely by, a wispy man loaded with satchels and trinkets plodded in unison, creating a band of noises that utterly disturbed the silence.

After crossing a several bridges, they made their way across the winding street toward the Old District. Its decrepit sign was indicative of the poverty that lied within. After a firm pat, the mule marched toward the arched stone entrance.

Further inside the quarter, the homeless began to line the corners of the city, huddled together in search of shelter and warmth. As the man and his pack mule delved deeper into the district, the buildings around them became more dilapidated, their rusted signs creaking with every gust of wind. Two crows, surprised by the weather, took flight and began circling the traveller overhead.

Eventually the man arrived at the tavern, but it was quieter than he remembered; only two men stood outside with slumped postures. Their blue-trimmed helmets were clasped within the crook of their arm to allow them to drain their tankards with practised ease. One started to sway, bellowing a laughter so loud that he was amazed it did not wake the whole orphanage next door.  An aching stung his arm suddenly from carrying the large sack and prompted him onward. He tied up the mule to a nearby post and ventured inside.

Shockingly the tavern was empty save for three men and a woman huddled together, the barkeep and the local drunk, Bartleby. The smell was as musky as he’d remembered, and the room still dimly lit by candles. There were a few minor repairs since he’d last come here but it was still home. As his eyes met the barkeep, the two exchanged a soft smile. The man nodded his greeting from across the room and sank back into a chair beside the stairs. Hiding beneath his layers of clothing, he stretched his legs, removed a small parchment and quill and began writing.

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Edited November 15, 2018 by Vedaar
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[Vedaar 9]

(( This is a little bit of an experiment to see if it garners much interest. ))

[In Character Rules]

§  Please abide by Stormwindian Law else you will be removed from the premises by the Guard. Depending on your act of treason, you will be fined, jailed or executed in this universe. Whilst fights are not unanticipated, remember that they are still frowned upon and will be controlled.

§  As you'd expect, this is strictly an Alliance-only setting. There will be few to no exceptions.

§  Please have some reasoning for being located in Stormwind in this tavern.

§  The locals here are rowdy.

[Out Of Character Rules]

§  Posting will be turn-based. When interacting with a character, please consider the paragraphs before your own.

§ ((Out of character comments should be marked with double brackets))

§  Feel free to create the setting and an introductory atmosphere,

§  Follow your peers lead. Cooperate with fellow roleplayers and do not ignore their contributions.

§  There are 9 retail NPCs located in the Tavern which I will control unless it's a small action/reaction to your gestures. Any further characters created by yourselves must be authentic and relevant however they do not have to be your own character.

§  If you choose to emote an action against another player, please be considerate that they may not wish to comply. Where possible, leave the outcome open for the individual to respond.

Edited November 15, 2018 by Vedaar