The sun was but setting over the endless blue, the heavenly glow luminated the waters as far as eye could see. A see of gold, glistering allure that tempted and edged sailor to it. A beast of war, embodiment of raw power pierced through the subtle waves - a hunter that will not bow before nature but break it. A charred hull donning a perpetual ebony tint. Forty-Four guns vigilant, the teeth of the beast snaring as a warning to any who would dare come near and the sail. O, the sails. White canvas catching the wind, basking in the radiant hues. Everything from the mizzen to fore unfurled and tensed, abled men, woman and humanoid aboard filled each deck. Lookout and Powder-monkey, all.
Amidst the sound of waves breaking upon the hull and the wind hissing above their heads, a set of doors came open and within stood a man. A man clad in a long ebony coat flowing with the wind around his legs, a red sash wrapped around his waist housing a belt atop it with ample of weapons at his disposal - Green vest and a white shirt beneath it held tight at the collar by a red neckerchief. The crew halted for but a moment, their gaze fell onto the man albeit each pair diverted back to their duties as swiftly as they latched on.
“How’s she sailing, Mister DeHart?” The man inquired and from above him rang a response. “Eight knots! At this speed we’ll reach the Broken Shore within five - maybe four - days time.” Replied DeHart, the same bearded gentleman that has greeted his captain prior to their departure. A chuckle came bursting out of the man, his feet swiftly carried him up the stairs onto the half-deck as he stood by the helm. Hands latching onto the banister- ebony locks flowing in the wind and for the first time in a long time the man could be seen as a child. Excited, proud and full of joy - Joy. Joy of the freedom he has finally earned. There is naught but the wide blue before them, naught a sight around them but the golden waves of opportunity.
“We did it…” Ushered the man donning a grin that no force in this world could wipe. Not now. Mister DeHart swayed his gaze from the compass and onto the man by his side. A chuckle escaped him just before the words could dislodge from his throat. “Did what, Edward?” He inquired. “We’re finally free, Lad.” Edward’s hand rose aloft to give the burly man a slap on the back. “After five bloody years we’re free.”
Once the tavern Cuious Octopus opened today and any patrons enter it to take a breakfast or a shot of rum before the work, there is one thing new at this establishment. A wooden board in the dark wood hanged on the wall just behind the bar. And on that, a large sigh is written by the while chalk so everyone can see it properly.
WEEKS ANCHORMAKER CHAMPION!!
BEST GUARD REYNARD BRINEBURN!!!
DEFENDED THE PRIDE OF KUL TIRAS!!!!
A word is running the streets of Boralus, that there will be a big party in the tavern Curious Octopus today, starting at six bells. A place recently took by a new management is in the Mariner’s Row and the talks speak about having an amazing a nd big party there for this Friday night. It is also said, that the reason for having such a party is to celebrate the great deal Redwood Tobacco Company made recently. And it is said as well, that the day for the next drinking competition will be set, so the battle between Gilneas and Kul Tiras for the title of the Week’s Anchormaker Champion can continue and find a new winner! The attire is not casual, but a party one and everyone should take the best partying clothes. Why is this mentioned, no one knows, but according to some, it is a very important information.
Today we created a forum post about our tavern. Except for basic information mentioned here, you can read a little more about our employees, which you can meet in game!
Our guild is working on a small project to show Boralus in roleplay view. From all other cities, it has the most rich environment for roleplay regarding the wide range of NPCs and items placed in the world.
Each day or two, we will add one more location to discover.
As the Boralus rp blooms, we were caught in more and more stories and plots. That led us to the decision, to limit opening hours of our tavern, so our members have enough time to enjoy rp they are telling.
Tomorrow, the grand event of our guild is taking place in Boralus.
Open Street Nights!
A regular festival which will happen each Thursday to gather performers, traders, guilds, visitors and offer various small mini-events such as auction, fishing competition, archaeology dig site.
