Post by Morguinness on Mar 30, 2009 18:47:59 GMT -5
The City of the Corsairs is independent of the rest of the region, being governed by a loose coalition of ship's captains and wealthy retired pirates. Although, the kings of the Easterlings have tried many times in vain to assert their authority over it. Nevertheless, the city is open to trade and travelers of all kinds, provided ofcourse that they can pay the tax, and obey the few laws that the corsairs have adopted for themselves. Which is namely, that one does not kill anyone important.
Morguinness has left part of the crew with the captured Orc slaver still anchored in the estuary, and has taken the other ship into the harbor of the City of the Corsairs. As he and a number of the crew disembark from the ship the city's sights and wonders begin to appear to them in the night air. The streets that line the inner harbor are illuminated by torch light and the glow of lanters from the shops, taverns, and bazaars that sit back from the street allowing the city's inhabitants to freely traverse them in search of whatever item or source of amusement suits their mood. Morguinness leads the men as a sheperd would his flock through this maze of shoppers and revelers to a tavern only a few blocks from where his ship is anchored. Naturally, those of his party that have never seen this city are transfixed by the exotic smells of incense and spice, the calls of merchants inviting whoever is within earshot to peruse their wares, and ofcourse the very "friendly" women who entice any and all to spend their time and money with them in the brothels.
After only a few minor distractions, Morguinness and his party arrive at the tavern. It is as bawdy and raucous a place as any in the city. A troupe of gypsy minstrels is on a stage that sits across from the main bar, and they are managing to entertain the rowdy crowd for the moment. Small groups of every type and character are sitting in the intermitently placed tables and booths in the tavern, and none of whom appear to being paying attention to Morguinness and his men who just walked through the door. Which is exactly what Morguinness was hoping for because these characters are as likely as any other to want to collect a bounty.
Morguinness has left part of the crew with the captured Orc slaver still anchored in the estuary, and has taken the other ship into the harbor of the City of the Corsairs. As he and a number of the crew disembark from the ship the city's sights and wonders begin to appear to them in the night air. The streets that line the inner harbor are illuminated by torch light and the glow of lanters from the shops, taverns, and bazaars that sit back from the street allowing the city's inhabitants to freely traverse them in search of whatever item or source of amusement suits their mood. Morguinness leads the men as a sheperd would his flock through this maze of shoppers and revelers to a tavern only a few blocks from where his ship is anchored. Naturally, those of his party that have never seen this city are transfixed by the exotic smells of incense and spice, the calls of merchants inviting whoever is within earshot to peruse their wares, and ofcourse the very "friendly" women who entice any and all to spend their time and money with them in the brothels.
After only a few minor distractions, Morguinness and his party arrive at the tavern. It is as bawdy and raucous a place as any in the city. A troupe of gypsy minstrels is on a stage that sits across from the main bar, and they are managing to entertain the rowdy crowd for the moment. Small groups of every type and character are sitting in the intermitently placed tables and booths in the tavern, and none of whom appear to being paying attention to Morguinness and his men who just walked through the door. Which is exactly what Morguinness was hoping for because these characters are as likely as any other to want to collect a bounty.
