It is mid day and raining the breeze was cool and the sky was dark when a red cloaked woman walked into the tavern, her hood covering her head and draped far enough over her face to where only someone close enough would see her face. The Captain walked to the bar and ordered some rum. The elf took her drink and sat in the darkest corner of the tavern, She sat quietly to her self for quietly to herself not paying any mind to who may be in the tavern at the time. Every now and then she could be heard softly mumbling incoherently to herself.
As Nasher came rushing into the Tavern the Captain glanced up to see who it was. Once she saw the Goblin she shook her head and giggled to herself quietly. She then took a long sip from her drink and continued to mumble to herself. After a few moments past she pulled a parchment of paper from her pouch and started reviewing the writing on the paper.
The goblin's ear twitched to the sound of the elf mumbling to herself. He looked over and took a long drink. "What was that? Nasher didn'ts hear Rotten Eye," the goblin shouted to the elf. He squinted his eyes as he looked to see what she was doing with the paper.
Nasher looks about her empty table and then around himself, not seeing anybody else around. "Rotten Eye's not talking to anybody's else. So Rotten Eye is obviously talking to Nasher. Duh! Stupid Rotten Eye's..." the goblin said the the warlock, hopping down from his table and peaking his upper half of his face over the table. "Whatcha doing?" the goblin asked again, interested.
Nasher pulled himeself on top of the table and stared down at the paper, not noticing anything familiar. "Nasher already's knows whats Rotten Eye is doings! But Nasher just wants to checks's to see if Rotten Eye knows," the goblin said trying to be sly and hide his curiosity that is very much present.
The Captain gave a grim smile. "Curiosity gets you into trouble." Syra took another sip from her drink, then sat the glass next to her. "Haven't you seen where it's gotten me?" giggling she she looked back to the paper for a moment before she spoke again "I can show you what it is that I am reading... You know give you a bit of a presentation." Once more she gave a malice grin to the eager Goblin.
"Well it can be about you. You can help me." Syra drank the last bit of her drink then pulled out her sword. "Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you." She cut her hand and placed it over the tankard letting blood pour into the cup. "Now you do your and I will show you a magic trick." The Captain smiled and handed the sword to Nasher.
Zwey wonders into the tavern, his pack on his pack, covered in dirt and very much tired from his long day foraging. He drops his pack near the door, and uses his hammer as a walking stick to support his considerable weight to walk over to the bar, and orders a drink.
While waiting for it, he gives the room the once over. Spotting Nasher and Syra, his pleasant, tired demeanor vanishes and is replaced by a sudden fury. Grabbing his hammer Zwey storms over, walking at first, and increasing to a full on run. Hammer in both hands, with an overhanded swing crackling with lightning, he brings the hammer down on the table -breach- Staring down the Capitan, summoning the voice that has stricken fear into most of Jastrey, "YOU INSOLENT HARPY! RESORTING TO TRICKING PEOPLE INTO SERVICE. HOW LOW CAN YOU GO? HOW FUCKING LOW? I WOULD SEEM THAT THE PIT COULD NOT BE BROUGHT TO KEEP YOU SORRY ASS, SO IT WOULD SEEM THEY HAVE KEPT YOU HERE TO SUFFER MY WRATH!"
Reaching for the cup, intending to crush it, Zwey screams, "ANCESTORS -PURGE- THIS VESSEL OF THE BLOOD WITHIN. SO NONE CAN FALL TO THIS TRAITOROUS WRETCH'S RUSES.
Binx had been crossing the tavern floor, mask down around her throat. She wore her irritability as plainly as the bow on her back and sword on her hip, owlish eyes searching seats as if she were looking for someone. Her gaze snapped up to Zwey as he began his assault on everything in his path, expecting to see yet another creature attacking the Shady Corner patrons, but only seeing the elven pirate and the obnoxious goblin.
She raised an eyebrow, as if she were about to make some quip about the situation, but stopped short. Her gaze abruptly turned hateful, eyes fierce and full of rage as she pulled the black fabric of her mask over her mouth and nose, holding it there as if something smelled awful. "What in the Pit are you-" The usually silent Uordeq began to shout, but the she recoiled from that corner of the room as Zwey purged the cup, stepping back towards the opposite wall.
Nasher jumped at first to the sounds of the screeching Angori, but the realized who it was and then built up his own little goblin rage after the angori put on his little spectacle on the table and cup. "Who's does Horney Head thins he is! You's smash table that Nasher was having decent conversations with?!? And for what's? Because Rotten Eye does little trick? You's gets angry at's Rotten Eye, even though Horney Head was scared to goes after Captain Scaryface before? Rotten Eye fights Captain Scaryface! By's hers self!" the goblin shouted at the angori, more angery that he was there than he had smashed the table. Nasher stopped suddenly, rubbing his chin. "And's if Rotten Eye's can fights Captain Scaryface by herselfs, then Rotten Eye is strong. Much stronger than Horney Head," the goblin mumbled to himself. "Nasher has decided! Nasher shall joins with the Pirateses because they's strongs!" Nasher spit in his hand as he thrust it out to the warlock. "Whatcha's says?" the goblin said with a sly smile to the elf.
Once Zwey entered the tavern Syra's smile was gone she watched him closely as he walked to the bar. When Zwey started towards them she shook her head in exasperation. "Wonderful" she mumbled under her breath. She scowled at Zwey when he snatched the cup and purged it. An uncontrollable giggle burst from her mouth. She then noticed Binx as she entered the tavern and tilted her head almost questioning Binx words. When Nasher spoke highly of her she giggled once more then stopped instantly as Nasher decided to become a Corsair. She stuck out her bloodied hand and shook the Goblins "If that's what you wish then so be it, Welcome to the Crimson Corsairs King Nasher." The Captain gave Nasher a warm smile. "Now if you don't mind I think I'll go get a new drink....and cup."
"Nasher didn't invites you's Goody Goody!! Go away!" the goblin shouted at the Urodeq, mumbling something about "Stupid Dark Eyes" under his breath after wards. The goblin sauntered back over to his table that had yet to be broken and pulled himself on top of it, reaching for his bottle that seemed to have rolled away in all the ruckus. So he sat there with a grumpy look on his face, staring at everybody.
Nasher rushed through the door, water streaming from the edge of his hat and his clothes clinging to his green body. He pulled off his tailcoat, wringing the water out into the floor as he walks to the bar, grabbing an unattended bottle and heading to his table. The goblin wore an annoyed face as if he missed something he was expecting. He pulled himself up onto a table in the opposite corner on the same side of the tavern as Syra. The goblin then sat back as if to relax.