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The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

@Gareth The adventurer sighed "The story's a adventurer can tell you, it will send chills down your spine. Twenty years back it was normal, bizarrely that year lots of undertakers got rich on a up rise of dead body's. Thousands of us ran head long saying 'We want to matter'" Sipping his drink silently "Its not as good as things used to be. We now don't do it for fun. We do it for money and glory. Every war that happens, it doesn't matter over what it is, a army of adventurers will bolster the ranks of whatever army they feel is right. You kill enough people at war and you will become famous, you will kiss the girl and get married." Chuckerlng to himself "And that's if you survive the first hour. There is fun to be had. Running at the guns knowing that you are doing the right thing, making freinds with locals. I even met a guy who after claring a damn they made him a god!" Pausing for a moment "A fucking god" He sat is silence and laughed "Unfortunatly the ate him after they made him a god. Wanted to see if he could survive the flames. But no. A mercinary is good, good pay and many secrets you can find. Say, are you still hireable?"

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

@Gareth'What are the Icarus and what is the Western Wastes like?' contemplating that word that he said. "What man in his right mind has never heard of the Icarus? The small airship was the first ship the breach the western wastes. However, lets remember that ships had been trying for years, HUNDREDS of men went to the slaughter all to see what was on the other-side, turns out. All it was is a huge barrage of guns. Captain Harold Star-watcher led his fleet of 16 ships into the teeth of the beast." He paused and re adjusted his glasses "I should know, I was there." he took a deep breath and sat back in his chair. "Look, in my life I did some bad things. Seen some terrible catastrophes. But nothing, NOTHING! Worse than what happened on that day. In ten minutes, our small fleet of 16 was decimated into 6. Jolly Flyer, The Elephant, Ol' Bessie, Whale Oil, Sagitarius and my ship the Dead Man. Those guns cut us to pieces and we were powerless." he sighed and looked down "So I ran. When the jolly flyer went down we turned tail. We made it out but that western wastes are not the best to be." he sat back and looked at him "But that's a story for another time. Whats your story?"

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

"Its madness." Placing his wine on the bar and taking a seat "I have been travelling these lands for years. Ever since the Icarus came from the western wastes" he looked his new companion up and down, sizing him up. If there is one thing you learn from the years out there its that a trustworthy person gives off a better vibe. He seemed good enough, he looked like a guy who had seen hell and back and was still standing. He looked like a man who he could fly with and not lose when times get tough. "Times have changed, when we started to fly. The world wasnt as known as it is now." Sipping on his drink "We still fought eachother, but it was over land and who found what first. Things were easier then." sitting back and looking at him from behind his specticals and hat "People were civilised, they were better. If you got in trouble you could bet bottom coin that a guy would have your back. I miss those days"
@Gareth

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

grabbing his wine bottle he left the bar. He diddnt know what was happening, he diddnt want to know. He did want to see the man in the corner however. "Hello." he stood at the table. He looked like a fish out of water in this run down bar. He was still wearing his gentlemanly clothing that made him standout as a adventuer. "Room for one more?@Gareth

Age Of Assassins

I do agree, seems like a round two.

The last Survivors

Do you have room for me?

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Shes new you see. Doubt she would last that long elsewhere.

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

Taking the old wine he poured himself a glass. "I remember when this stuff was given out by kings. It was truly a honour to be gifted one of these" He examined the wax stamp. "Ah, the last bottle from the imp kings court" Holding the deep red glass bottle to the light "It was gifted to the lone adventure as a present for clearing the dust clouds." breaking the seal and smelling it "Still have the smell of pixie wings and Magna Crow eggs, it is truly a rare bottle." Sliding four gold coins over the counter. "Thats two for the bottle, one for keeping it pristine and another for not breaking the wax seal" pouring a small glass he took a sip, the taste took him by surprised "Well, I haven't tasted Crowned Goliath blood in a while. It still tastes sugar sweet like it did back when they wernt killed or used for war."

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

How steampunk is this? Also could we make this a proper rp not a casual one? I say this because I feel we will be having a real story created here.

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

"Ill take your oldest wine if you please" He pulled his hat over his eyes and twiddled with his glasses. He was nervous, he never did like places like these, they always ended with him running or cutting someone balls off. He hated the things he had done, the things he was going to to do. And worse of all the things he will do in the future. He is still torn with the screams of the children stuck in the building. For years he has been flying his airship and peddling his steam-bike. He was a living fossil of what the life used to be like. A kicking shell of every-man he had ever met, everyone he had met who had died for the best reasons and worse. All his friends who fought beside him... They all live through him.

Watching the man poof off wasnt unsusual, he lived in strange times. The problem was, he never finished his drink. He was in such a hurry like him that he must have been looking for something. Without looking he asked a open question "So has the Iron League came by?"