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((Welcome this Tavern is set in Booty Bay on the bottom level of the port city. It is filled with bounty hunters, pirates, sailors, wenches and any other manner of person! Come in have a drink, get into a bar fight do what you will! Its an OPEN RP!!!!))

Alexander Markov was sitting at the bar of the Boar's Head drinking his standard choice of drink, vodka as he sat listening to the patrons gossip and celebrate whatever they wanted. It was Booty Bay, when a Tavern was open it meant there was drinking and cavorting to be had. He turned his head and sure enough along the right wall where a series of booths were, tavern wenches and all manner of men were enjoying their company, probably for a hefty price in gold. Alexander shook his head as he turned back to the barkeep and pointed as his glass, the barkeep pouring him another round of vodka as more boisterous singing broke out from the sailors around the tavern.

It was sure to be an interesting afternoon and night in the Boar's Head, all Alexander hoped for was a good night filled with drinking and maybe a few bar fights.

Awlessly held on to her worg, keeping it from attacking the goblins in Booty Bay. She didn't want to get kicked out. She pulled the animal- Worgy was his name- into Boar's Head Tavern. Worgy pulled, trying to get away. "No!" Awlessly yelled as the worg got away and ran at a man sitting down at the bar. The worg jumped, but Awlessly grabbed him before he could swipe at the poor guy. "Sorry about that." She said, blushing. "We just got off the ship, and Worgy here still thinks we're in a combat zone."

Wrrench disembarked around 6:30 am. His armor and weapons were carefully tucked away into a neat stack of burlap bags atop a crate. His face was concealed by a hide mask, and his ears were tucked beneath the hood of his cloak. A few deckhands and fisherman hurried along the dock, much too busy working to pay any real attention to the handful of travelers and merchants leaving the ship. He opted to carry his own luggage, since he was more than able and to avoid recognition. After hoisting the heavy load onto his back, he made his way to the Boar's Head.

He arrived just as the sun began peeking over the palms on the eastern side of the bay. Upon entry, he hurries past a young human hunter tugging at a poorly tamed Worg. He frowned a little beneath his mask. He didn't particularly care for hunters, but he'd need to get over his prejudices quickly, since he'd soon be working with one...assuming his brother came through on his end of the deal.

After paying the innkeeper and heaving his concealed armory up a flight of stairs. Wrrench enters his room and begins carefully taking inventory of the items he'd brought for the job he was about to undertake. Everything seemed to be in order. He'd been extra careful in porting his belongings, especially the silenced Wolfslayer Sniper Rifle he'd brought along. The broken down firearm was packed inside a simple wooden box, neatly wrapped in burlap at the bottom of his crate. After making doubly sure it was undamaged, he locks the room and returns to the dining area for breakfast.

AWlessly glanced up at the goblin walking up the stairs. The look he had given her earlier had shown that he shared her brother's thoughts about hunters: bad. Her bro said it was only HORDE hunters... but his thoughts still hurt. Worgy finally realised that they were safe and curled up at her feet, begging for a drop of ale. "No you silly Worg... you almost killed the bartender last time."

Two people entered into the Boar's Head Tavern. Both wore long black cloaks with hoods that hid their faces. The two people scanned the main room of the tavern as if looking for someone. The taller of the two mumbled a few words to the other while pointing at a booth in one of the corners. There, sitting at the booth, sat a stunningly beautiful human female with fiery red hair dressed like a mage. She wore purple robes with gold trimming around the edges and she was drinking alone. The two made their way to the booth where the human mage was sitting alone.
The shorter of the two nearly stepped on the tail of a worg belonging to a hunter. He was saved from stepping on the tail when the taller figure quickly jerked the shorter nearly off his feet in order to avoid stepping on the hunter's pet. The shorter one uttered a low curse at the taller one. The taller one kept on walking towards the human mage in the corner.
When the two reached the booth of the female mage, the mage looked at the pair for a full two minutes before she talked.
"And who are you two might be?" asked the female mage, whose name was Guinevere.
"The new recruits" said the shorter of the pair. "I'm Timothy"
"And I'm Benson" said the taller of the pair. Benson's voice had an echoing quality to it, marking him as a death knight. "Parker sent us to meet you. Said that you needed up rounding up someone that Blackthorne's been after for a while"
"Parker sent you, did he?" asked Guinevere. "where are my manners? Please, do sit down"
Timothy and Benson sat down at the booth across from the mage. Benson lowered his hood, revealing the face of a human in his early middle ages. Timothy kept his hood up.
"Did Parker told you the details of joining our little organization?" asked Guinevere.
"Not really" said Benson. "all he told us that you needed some muscle in the group"
"I call a death knight some muscle alright" said Guinevere with a smile. She turned to face Timothy. "and what are you and what can you bring to our little organization?"
Timothy pulled a knife from somewhere under his dark cloak and flung it hard at the wall beside the booth without looking. The knife had struck the eye of a painting of a kaldorei. "I'm good with knives. As to who I am, let's keep that a secret for now. I'm a human"

((1/2))

"Aren't we all?" asked Guinevere looking over at the knife. "well, I think you two will do nicely. But why join the Black Rose?"
"I've been a bounty hunter since before I became a death knight" said Benson. "I used to work for a man called Dunbar in Lordaeron before the plague came. I didn't die of the plague because I wasn't in Lordaeron at the time. But I did run into the Scourge shortly after....and, well...the rest is history. I've got experience tracking down people and bringing them in....or kill them if the job calls for it"
"Well" said Guinevere. "killing is out of the question in this instance. Does this bother you?"
"Not at all" said Benson, showing a thin smile. "in fact, I enjoy taking my targets alive. Make better money that way. I can track down whoever you're looking for"
"I'm here for the money" said Timothy. "my family was dirt poor and I refuse to stay that poor"
"As good excuse as any" said Guinevere. "Before going after your target, however, there's a little...procedure that you must go through if you two are going to join us"
"And what's that?" asked Benson.
"Not out here in public" said Guinevere, looking around the main room to see if anybody was paying attention to them. "meet me in my room in about a hour" Here, Guinevere finished off her mug of tea and left the booth, leaving Benson and Timothy alone.
"What are we gonna do for a hour?" wondered Timothy aloud.
"Try not to be in any bar fight" said Benson dryly.

((2/2))

the druid walked into the bar noticing a group of people gathered in a group one threw a knife at a painting of a night elf. making him uneasy. he had seen them before in some other bar he was in not to long ago but he took a drink and sat down watching them carefully. He pulled his sleves over his hidden katars and drank. noticing a name he had also heard at the other bar but he kept to him self knowing he probally be seen watching them sooner or later.

Upon arriving the Mage saw his friend staring at a group of people.

"why have you called me hear I have better things to do"

He pulled out a little flying insect out of a leather pouch and told it to go keep an eye on the mage that had just gone up to her room.

"because I came here from another inn and saw more members of an organization here and wanted to keep watch on them I need you to play portal master and allow me to watch them."

"u better hope we don't get caught and kill more people or I'll turn your !@# into a worgencicle."

"just shut up and take me back to the silver scorpion inn."

Zee walks into the bar, tilting her head down slightly at the entrance, taking off her hat. Her face would make something think she's too delicate for the bar, but the two deadly axes hung on her belt would say otherwise. She walked over to the barkeep, ordered a light ale, and sat down next to the man drinking vodka.

((I said nothing about black rose tattoos))

Guinevere walked to her room, hardly noticing that someone was watching her or that a little insect was following her. She entered her room and made sure the door was locked before going over to the dresser at one end of the little bedroom. Guinevere's room back in the Mage Tower in Stormwind would put this bedroom to shame, but it would have to do for now.
Guinevere opened the top dresser drawer and pulled out a round crystal ball slightly smaller than a bowling ball. She set the crystal ball down on a table and focused the powers of the arcane that she had. The crystal ball started to glow with a pale blue light and in a moment the face of Silas Blackthorne, minor nobleman of Stormwind appeared in the crystal ball.
"Ah, Guinevere" said Silas. "what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Parker has recruited two new bounty hunters" said Guinevere. "a death knight and a knife-thrower"
"A death knight bounty hunter?" asked Silias, raising an eyebrow. "that's a new one on me. And a knife-thrower, you say? Well, we could need some knife work later. Have you placed the tattoo on them yet?"
"Within the hour, my lord" said Guinevere. "what target should I set them loose on?"
"I haven't decided yet" said Silas. "In the meantime, tell them all about our organization"
"Yes my lord" said Guinevere, and the image of Silas faded from the crystal ball.

(my honest mistake I'll go back and fix it.)

The Druid portaled back to see if anything had changed. He called his insect back and learned every thing from him but nothing immediately important besides learning more about the organization. So he set his little bug to fly around close to the table and left to go get his room key.

"anything about them or can I leave"

"no and no just go up to your room and sleep."

Wrrench sopped up the runny yolk of a raptors egg and shoved it into his mouth. He quietly enjoyed his breakfast and kept a watchful eye on the Tavern and its patrons. Tourists, miners, fisherman and hunters all came and went. He had just broken the yolk on his second egg when a group of cloaked humans entered. He takes a quick bite and begins watching them from the corner of his eye.

Teldra Graxx was a notorious bigot. She would most likely have hired other Goblins for wet work, but the heartache felt for her late husband was rivaled only by her legendary ruthlessness and tenacity. It wasn't likely, but these people may have been in Stranglethorn on her behalf. Wrrench feigned adjusting his belt to check the short bastard sword on his right side. Content with its placement, he continued his meal; waiting and watching as the humans carried on conversation.

Hurry up, Tone...

Tony took a deep breath as he walked down the gangplank. This was the first time he'd been in Stranglethorn in a little over 3 years. He'd missed it...bugs, headhunters and all. He wore a long brown robe over lightweight, dark red, chain mail. A large leather hat, tinted goggles and a bandanna concealed his face. He stood on the pier for a moment, looking at the lush jungle and blue-green sea. A deckhand yells for him to get himself and his luggage out of the way.

He wants to yell back so bad, that he can almost taste the swear words in his mouth. Instead, he concedes, and settles for muttering and a shot from his flask instead.

"friggin' fish-breathed, wash-out, loser...yellin' at me...a guy can't even stand on a dock an' have a stinkin' moment..."

He adjusts his pants, grabs his luggage and heads to the Boar's Head. He is a little shocked at how busy it appears to be. Luckily it isn't long before Wrrench gestures to him.

"Secret rendezvous at friggin' 'party central', huh? Nice... Anyways, I brung what you asked me to, and we oughta have some 'pleasant' company soon. Did you get a room yet? This bag's kinda hot..."

"Right. 3rd on the left." he said, tossing Tony the room key.
"You might wanna dust it out. That helps, I'm told. Here..." Wrrench passes Tony a mageweave hankerchief. "Make sure you iron that out and fold it flat."