|
|
Post by libertalianarrator on Jul 9, 2019 17:49:47 GMT -8
Libertalia.The Douglas Brewhaus is one of the largest pubs and breweries on the island, owned by none other than Gregor Douglas, the leading Dwarven Ale brewmaster in the region, and some would say the world. The very image of a dwarf, although he stands short, his built physique is as large as his beard, which weaves its way down his body in three thick braids. He can often be found at the bar, among his own workers. The bar itself is huge, with long latticed windows, exposed beams across the sides and roof, and dark, but cozy atmosphere. The layout is made up of a main floor in the centre, and surrounded on three sides by a raised, squared off horseshoe, both sections covered in tables and chairs of all shapes and sizes to accommodate the city's diverse inhabitants. Once a week, part of the main floor is cleared to allow for a band to play, or to create a dance floor during major events. Three fireplaces are dotted around the ground floor, one on either end of the main floor, and one on the back wall of the raised section. Above the main and raised floors sits a balcony level, where you would find the gambling tables and private VIP booths, where all the movers and shakers of the island tend to drink and be merry when they are tired of partying among the crews and citizens of the main floor. The third level is guarded by two Peace Keepers at all times, and only a handful are allowed to enter. This floor is reserved for both Gregor's office and home, but also one booth and balcony, newly built as per the Admiralty's instruction, a section known as the Admiralty Lounge. This is a formality, as the Admiralty tends to drink with the people below. The booth is actually built,not only for the Admiralty, but for foreign dignitaries that wish to visit the island and drink in peace and security. Finally, the most important part of the Brewhaus, the bar. The bar stretches almost the entire length of the building, with taps of various beers and ciders, some local, some imported from all over the world, and behind the bar are shelves packed with more liquor and wine than you could shake a cutlass at. However, the back wall is made up of massive, colossal kegs, each one in use by the brewery at the back, and each teeming with signature Libertalia Ale. Meals are provided from the kitchens off to the side of the main floor, manned by talented cooks, mostly Halflings of course, providing meals if you have coin. Paintings hang from the walls all around the building, along with bookshelves placed between windows, used more often on quieter days. Decorative curtains are draped between support pillars, mostly greens and reds, pulled open and strung up to the support pillars by golden rope. Finally, above the bar, sit three large items. A portrait of the bar's proprietor, Gregor Douglas, and Captain Johnnie O'Malley, the nation's leader. Between them sits the Libertalia, and O'Malley's crew, flag. The Fair But Ruthless Anne, a cutlass in one hand, and a scale in the other. Come! Stay awhile! Enjoy the warm, cozy atmosphere, or party it up on our busy nights!
|
|
Desdemona McHerne
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: Late 30s
Physical Description: Desdemona looks to be a slim figure with a sense of thension about her. The snake-like tendrils replace hair atop her head. Cloud-white eyes bearing no pupils adorn her battle-scarred face. She reaches 185cm/6’ in height due to her tendrils being pointed towards the sky most of the time. Ashen skin tone gradiates into a darker blue towards bottom part of her body. Her movement may seem unnaturally smooth and silent to most. Her voice is usually melodically appealing however, if she raises it beyond normal it will sound as if she damaged her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————-
Desdemona wears a black coat adorned with golden, eel-like ornaments on shoulders and emerald-green stripes running down her usually rolled sleeves. A scarf of same green is tied on her waist, two black leather belts constricting her coat and scarf. A single elongated rapier weighs on her belt, made customer to both cut and pierce. Knee-high boots locate themselves beneath pants striped with black and white.
Allegiances: The Floating Circus and The Crimson Maggie
Registered: Jul 13, 2019 13:52:31 GMT -8
|
Post by Desdemona McHerne on Jul 13, 2019 18:14:19 GMT -8
Opening the door to the main establishment, Desdemona hopped into the tavern, looking over the few guests that resides at this time. She then swiftly approached the barkeep, seeing the familiar dwarf. “Ah, the very face of my favourite dwarf! How ar ya, Gregor? Oh, you better prepare the place, the whole Circus is coming. Give me a round of the strongest”, she exclaimed putting a hefty bag accompanied with a clinging noise on the table. “So, anything new while I’ve been gone? Or this place finally died in three months of my absence?”, she layer her arms a top the table and excitedly waited for her drink. Rum is great, not for three months strait. Her jolly appearance did not reflect her current state of mind though. She was constantly reminiscing her old days, when the seas were still largely open, when she had a living rival and a friend. Now all she has is her crew, and a pastime of killing beings that are a tie-bid worse than the, even so not always. She really needed to do something... exciting, or the end of the days when the Crimson Maggie made the waters turn to her namesake would be gone with the captain rotting away in some retirement brothel.
|
|
|
|
Post by libertalianarrator on Jul 14, 2019 18:02:30 GMT -8
The Brewhaus is busy as ever this evening, with folks drinking, eating, and gambling on every level.
One voice booms over the others though, one that every patron has grown to recognise as none other than Gregor Douglas! "Here comes trouble! The circus is back in town lads, crack open another barrel!" He lets out a hearty laugh as Desdemona approaches the bar. He's already pouring her a tankard of the finest Libertalian ale, knowing her order off by heart.
"You know us, Des," he says as he passes it over. "We'll be here long after the sun's burnt out. As for anything new?" He takes a moment to consider this question, his thick hands idly cleaning a used tankard. "Few new ships, couple of new crews. For the little people like us? Nothing new," he admits. His eyes flick up to the top level and he nods in that general direction. "But for her? Somethin's brewin'. I've known her a long time, so I've got faith it'll be somethin' good."
The main floor of the bar is busy and packed with people from all walks of life, being merry and jovial, and the second level isn't much different, as captains and VIPs banter and exchange information or tall tales of the open water, a fine place for a meeting of the minds.
The top level though, the most exclusive of them all, seems quiet tonight. Light shines out of the balcony and windows, halted only by the distinctive dark silhouette of the pirate queen herself, leaning on the bannister and watching over her people. Usually at least, but her shadowy gaze is firmly locked on the captain of the Floating Circus.
"Rumour is there's plans of diplomacy," Gregor continues. "We've been around a long time, might as well be time. The port's going to be busier soon."
|
|
Desdemona McHerne
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: Late 30s
Physical Description: Desdemona looks to be a slim figure with a sense of thension about her. The snake-like tendrils replace hair atop her head. Cloud-white eyes bearing no pupils adorn her battle-scarred face. She reaches 185cm/6’ in height due to her tendrils being pointed towards the sky most of the time. Ashen skin tone gradiates into a darker blue towards bottom part of her body. Her movement may seem unnaturally smooth and silent to most. Her voice is usually melodically appealing however, if she raises it beyond normal it will sound as if she damaged her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————-
Desdemona wears a black coat adorned with golden, eel-like ornaments on shoulders and emerald-green stripes running down her usually rolled sleeves. A scarf of same green is tied on her waist, two black leather belts constricting her coat and scarf. A single elongated rapier weighs on her belt, made customer to both cut and pierce. Knee-high boots locate themselves beneath pants striped with black and white.
Allegiances: The Floating Circus and The Crimson Maggie
Registered: Jul 13, 2019 13:52:31 GMT -8
|
Post by Desdemona McHerne on Jul 15, 2019 3:27:07 GMT -8
“Diplomacy sounds fine, if the seas remain open. We don’t have the same rules here that the folks over the blue have. Not sure if the would understand.”, she chugged the whole mug before soundl slamming it atop the table. “Who’s upstairs? Anything fun going on there?”, her thoughts didn’t float awhile on this concept of diplomacy. She wasn’t that concerned with politics of this land. As long as the sea is free to roam and there are still monsters swimming in the deep. She placed another bag of coins on the table, “It’s gonna be a big one. This hunt was a wild one, made me remember the days when they still dared to approach the main island. A round for everyone on me!”. She had thoughts of trying to get to the council and just listen what they are talking about, but that was unlikely, even though her ship and crew were one of the most experienced and powerful in the whole island. It wasn’t a matter of power, rather selection by the Captain. Still, it was a slow afternoon, and the Circus wouldn’t make it that much better, they drink and fight and gamble, she had plenty of that. The Council however, perhaps was the excitement she needed now.
|
|
|
|
Post by libertalianarrator on Jul 21, 2019 0:33:06 GMT -8
Douglas is quick to refill the mug when more coins hit his bar, his method seems perfected over the years, with his movements quick and the beer perfectly poured within seconds.
"Eh, it's none o' my business what kind of rules are involved," the Dwarf rumbles as he puts the beer down. "As long as it brings me more customers, more drinkers, and more eaters, I'm happy. I don't see how it will be bad for me."
"Up there?" He asks, nodding to the second level. "The usual rabble. A few lords and captains, their entourages, their women, nothing out of the ordinary as far as I'm concerned. Up the top though?" He asks. "Just Captain O'Malley and her first mate, Miss Fontaine. Oh, and Iron Bill, good luck getting around him."
Though there is only one silhouette against the lights of the Admiralty Lounge, Douglas tended to know exactly who is where in his bar, made it easy to keep an eye on the troublemakers so security could throw them out on their asses.
"So, good hunt, eh?" He asks as he cleans a glasses with his big, sturdy hands. "I'll head down to the markets tomorrow and put Monster Meat Steaks back on the menu. They were popular last time your lads came through."
|
|
Desdemona McHerne
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: Late 30s
Physical Description: Desdemona looks to be a slim figure with a sense of thension about her. The snake-like tendrils replace hair atop her head. Cloud-white eyes bearing no pupils adorn her battle-scarred face. She reaches 185cm/6’ in height due to her tendrils being pointed towards the sky most of the time. Ashen skin tone gradiates into a darker blue towards bottom part of her body. Her movement may seem unnaturally smooth and silent to most. Her voice is usually melodically appealing however, if she raises it beyond normal it will sound as if she damaged her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————-
Desdemona wears a black coat adorned with golden, eel-like ornaments on shoulders and emerald-green stripes running down her usually rolled sleeves. A scarf of same green is tied on her waist, two black leather belts constricting her coat and scarf. A single elongated rapier weighs on her belt, made customer to both cut and pierce. Knee-high boots locate themselves beneath pants striped with black and white.
Allegiances: The Floating Circus and The Crimson Maggie
Registered: Jul 13, 2019 13:52:31 GMT -8
|
Post by Desdemona McHerne on Jul 21, 2019 14:24:38 GMT -8
As Desdemona, now slower, drank her drink, the echoing noises of nearing chatter of unusual voices signified that the Circus is coming, “ Right then, the coin that I gave you should be enough for the evening, eh? If they drink more, just send your boys to the ship in the morning. Oh, and the meat from this one is special, it is. See, this time it almost fucking electrocuted half of my crew and burned my Maggie. So, sell it for a higher price cause I do.”, after which she winks at him, hearing the door open wide and the many aberrant but familiar men,era of her crew enter in moving towards the counter. “Don’t kill anyone, mates!”. She chugged the rest of the half-finished drink and stood up. “Ah, thanks for the booze Doug, I’ll be around if these shitheads cause any trouble”.
Inhaling the fresh air outside, and still hearing the mixed noises in the background, she turned to look at the top of the pub. Their voices couldn’t reach her, though she could feel what they were discussing. She didn’t much care for it. Desdemona spat on the ground and moved along the street. Passing Babbete’s she thought to stop for a moment, stuttering in the middle of a step, but moved on towards the docks only inhaling the pleasant and dissolving odor about this section of the street. These days she preferred docks for this.
|
|
