Fallen Angel Tavern[Location Pirate Recruiting Office Freeport]

[Ryan]

With a sign of a slain she-eshier with black wings sprawled on a crimson background, the pirate recruiting office was actually a large warm looking tavern. Large men or small giants acted as bouncers and all had black sashes tied to their arm. Every pirate on Terramarique knew that the Fallen Angel was Pirate Lord D'atniya's and they made sure that inside they enjoyed themselves within reason.

Once inside the two story brick and mortar building, the air grew warm, smokey, and smelt of beer. The bouncers stood near columns holding bludgeons, but with shortswords strapped to their hips if things became rough. Occasionally one would clobber some idiot pirate who got too close just to hear everyone else in the place laugh up a storm. Most stayed clear of them, but the occasional newcomer woke up with a bad headache. The tables were wooden, but wrapped in iron and bolted to the floor. The same with the chairs. It made them a little less comfortable, but they didn't need to be replaced very often.

At one end of the large common room was a bar with scantily clad waitresses eagerly serving drinks and either very accepting of the occasional grope or would wave a bouncer over who would show the unwanted pirate the door with extreme prejudice... hey Terramarique was a violent and chaotic place.

At the other end of the room was a staircase with a line of scraggly pirates going up one side and the occasional pirate walking down the other. In some places one would assume that ladies of the night were plying their trade above, but these men (and women in some cases) were eagerly lining up to sign on with the crew of Pirate Lord D'atniya. At the top of the stairs at the far end of the room sat a weaselly looking human with an angry looking orc standing behind him. The human was dressed in ragged and somewhat greasy looking silk robes and was eagerly writing down the names of the applying sailors and giving them their ship assignments. The orc with his several weapons sheathed about him was simply glaring at everyone.

As the next pirate wannabe approached the human would ask in a whiny voice through his nose,

	"So you want to sail for the king eh?"

[Uta O'Fuarain]

Early Aperitus XVI

Uta undid a couple of the buttons on her coat as she entered the smoky tavern. She left her wool watch cap perched on her head and looked around as she meandered through the room toward where there seemed to be a line. She looked at the guy writing and the large orc next to him. The orc reminded her of someone she'd sailed with on the Black Dolphin. When the greasy robed writer opened his mouth his voice was like the screetching of cats in an alley and it took a bit of self control not to grimace at the sound.

"So you want to sail for the king eh?"

Uta's smile wasn't pleasant, but it was a smile. Looking the man in the eye she replied, "I do. So long as he's not that bucket of chum sitting in Prime."

[Ryan]

The squeaky voiced man grinned maliciously, "Oh no dearie definitely not." He gave her an appraising look, lingering a little too long on some places, but hey these were pirates. Finally he replied, "Sign your name and report to the Drumheller. You get 30 crowns cyclically plus an even share of the booty after dues. Captain Torok will be your skipper... don't piss him off if ya know what's good for ye'."

After Uta signed the book, or made her mark as many pirates couldn't read, the squeaky voiced man wailed, "Neeeeext! While I'm young!"

OOCUra you may now put pirate under careers in your CIR

[Uta O'Fuarain]

Uta gave the man a mild sneer as he leered at her. How nice it would be to pluck out his eyes and make him eat them, but - not today. She took the quill from the greasy bastard and signed her name. Done and done. To the Drumheller.

Jostling her way back out of the line she thought of staying and grabbing an ale or three, but - she wanted to see this ship.

Uta squared down the cap on her head and refastened her buttons and shoved her way out of the room and into the blowing winds of the winter that never seemed to end.

[Ryan]

Uta felt the man's eyes on her as she left, but the useless clout was soon forgotten as she reached her new home, The Drumheller!

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