(OOC: This is Co-operative only, as in people can only join in on the side of the pirates, if not neutral. If we'll have an antagonist, it'll be later into development.)
Ell's Tavern was built on a few simple rules that worked well at the original Ell's, halfway across the world.
1. You had to have a good location. Ell's Tavern at the Isles would have little trouble meeting the first requirement. The small brick and mortar structure had two windows, both of which faced the nearby beach, sea salt sometimes spraying into the open air window's ornate grating. The ocean was just a few steps away, outside.
Shanton was a busy enough port with ships sailing to and from both the Continent of the Sun and the Land of Ice. The two terms were names for two very different places related to a particular Empire. For the past 200 years, bonds between the two very different lands and their people built up an Empire that both lands sought to protect.
The Vanns came from a unified set of Scandinavian lands. After landing in the Continent of the Sun in the mid 1400s, explorers from a place called Gazi began trading and migrating to the North. Vanns from the North made their way to the uninhabited Svennish Isles around that time.
Since then, the world's navies have forged their own empires. The Jenson Isles are a bastion against slavery and a refuge point for native peoples in lands under siege. Officially the lands are not at war. But ruffians can always find work crewing a ship destined to pillage the tall ships which sail from Africa to the New World.
Those looking to spend their hard earned 'Freedom Gold' could purchase all the popular drinks and a nice dinner, maybe even a night at the Inn... At Ell's Tavern.
Two of a crew which sailed in recently..
Ell's Tavern was built on a few simple rules that worked well at the original Ell's, halfway across the world.
1. You had to have a good location. Ell's Tavern at the Isles would have little trouble meeting the first requirement. The small brick and mortar structure had two windows, both of which faced the nearby beach, sea salt sometimes spraying into the open air window's ornate grating. The ocean was just a few steps away, outside.
Shanton was a busy enough port with ships sailing to and from both the Continent of the Sun and the Land of Ice. The two terms were names for two very different places related to a particular Empire. For the past 200 years, bonds between the two very different lands and their people built up an Empire that both lands sought to protect.
The Vanns came from a unified set of Scandinavian lands. After landing in the Continent of the Sun in the mid 1400s, explorers from a place called Gazi began trading and migrating to the North. Vanns from the North made their way to the uninhabited Svennish Isles around that time.
Since then, the world's navies have forged their own empires. The Jenson Isles are a bastion against slavery and a refuge point for native peoples in lands under siege. Officially the lands are not at war. But ruffians can always find work crewing a ship destined to pillage the tall ships which sail from Africa to the New World.
Those looking to spend their hard earned 'Freedom Gold' could purchase all the popular drinks and a nice dinner, maybe even a night at the Inn... At Ell's Tavern.
Two of a crew which sailed in recently..
2. You had to keep the customers happy. Based on the raucous crowd that habitually frequented the establishment, the bar had no problem following another one of Old Man Ell's rules to a successful pub.
A large hulk of a shadow moved up to a counter. Behind it was a woman in a gray skirt, met with a matching corset and black stocking cut into an intricate pattern. "More mead, Commander?"
"Aye... Make it double strong", said the large man, barely able to control his grin. White face paint was applied under his cheek, a stark contrast to his black skin. He'd rowed into town with a small crew at sunrise. The quartet sat around one of the wooden tables that took up space within the stone walls.
"Think we'll pick up some others", one of the crew said, a man with dark brown skin and a bald head.
"We should", said another man, tan with medium brown hair and matching dark eyes. The was something in his look, almost like one of the natives, probably shared blood. An anger permeated his expression, even though he seemed calm enough.
The large man joined them at the table, mug of mead freshly refilled. "Drink up lads". The full mug landed heavy handedly. "You never know how much more time you'll get to enjoy what land has to offer."
The native interrupted with, "We drink on the seas.... As well...."
A few others heard the loud comment and a bit of laughter rippled through the tight environment.
Joining the three at the table was a woman with bright, red hair cut short down to her shoulders.
A large hulk of a shadow moved up to a counter. Behind it was a woman in a gray skirt, met with a matching corset and black stocking cut into an intricate pattern. "More mead, Commander?"
"Aye... Make it double strong", said the large man, barely able to control his grin. White face paint was applied under his cheek, a stark contrast to his black skin. He'd rowed into town with a small crew at sunrise. The quartet sat around one of the wooden tables that took up space within the stone walls.
"Think we'll pick up some others", one of the crew said, a man with dark brown skin and a bald head.
"We should", said another man, tan with medium brown hair and matching dark eyes. The was something in his look, almost like one of the natives, probably shared blood. An anger permeated his expression, even though he seemed calm enough.
The large man joined them at the table, mug of mead freshly refilled. "Drink up lads". The full mug landed heavy handedly. "You never know how much more time you'll get to enjoy what land has to offer."
The native interrupted with, "We drink on the seas.... As well...."
A few others heard the loud comment and a bit of laughter rippled through the tight environment.
Joining the three at the table was a woman with bright, red hair cut short down to her shoulders.
say someone was interested what would you guys have him do?
(OOC chat doesn't go here, which is the one time I'll post this. I had to make an OOC intro as OP. As far as the question it's not about me making "them do" anything. I want descriptive writers looking to develop a story.)
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