After a long and unpleasant journey, you find yourself on the Docks of Muse Bay. The harbour is busy with leathery stevedores and stern looking officials from the Tolls & Customs Office. Sailors on shore leave are lazing in the sun or boasting about their latest endeavor. Captains are dicussing travelling routes.
Through an alleway, a small shanty town on an unclaimed plot, littered about with caravans and canvas tents, creating a labyrinthine maze of fabric, wood and the smell of outdoors cooking.
A caravan wagon is serving drinks, and a stew with sinewy meat and fatty broth. A sign reads:
~THE HEADLESS EMPRESS~
A couple of longtables are lined next to each other, seated nomads and sailors alike are chattering and playing cards.
A lone figure with his naked feet resting on the endtable. His boots, dusty and unpolished are placed next his chair, socks stuffed in. The brim of his cap pulled down on the bridge of his nose, and his navy blue coat hanging over the chair.
He's gently snoring, and smells faintly of tar.
Anyways, enough silliness. This is the thread where I'll handle all the logistics and handling of new applicants to the Deadstone Trading Co. We welcome any and all able adventurers and brave buccaneers, my only requirement from you is a friendly demeanor and willingness to work with a team as a whole. Age or skill level is irrelevant, but a certain level of maturity and politeness is appreciated if you want to join, and will get you a long way in the game in general.
As long as you remember to have fun and make sure people around you are as well, everything will be fine, just fine.
We are currently not too into the competetive scene, but I have my ambitions to wrassle up a team for some of the bigger events and tournaments.
