Stealing an airship was easy. Finding a crew crew turned out to be less so... Max Hawkes had managed to land the newly renamed airship, The Gullwind. It wasn't exactly a crash landing, but he was glad Willow Bottom was a city surrounded by soft marshes. The airship would not be taking off again, without at least a few more crew.

Lucky for Max, he had landed in a backwater trading town full of ready and able bodies. All he needed to do was find the local airsailor tavern, and spread the rumor around town that he was on the cusp of a large score. The promise of quick riches was usually enough to hook a few competent sailors.

Max reviewed his legers. The airship had a captain and enough crew to sail, but she needed a good navigator if they were to brave the rough high winds off the Stormed Coast. A mechanic would probably be a safe bet too, where they were headed, spare parts weren't so easy to come by. Then there was always the occasional merchant or tinkerer looking for cheap fair, maybe a cook. So many vacancies and so little time to fill them.

Max wandered down the main thoroughfare of Willows Bottom. It was more of a stretch of mud flanked by wooden sidewalks than a proper road. Through the haze of gas lamp lit fog, the young captain spotted a squat stone building with a mug of beer on the sign outside.

He'd gotten directions from the fishmonger's wife down by the docks, and this seemed to be the place. "Good thing she was better at giving directions than giving head." He muttered with a wry smile before heading inside to try to find a new crew mate or two.

Inside the tavern was dusty, pipe smoke and a roaring blaze coming from the hearth added to the haze. A lutist sang and played some sea shanty or another, nearly droned out by the shouts and laughs of the bar's patrons. It was certainly a seedier crowd than the more popular inns and taverns off the main city square. Max checked that his saber and throwing daggers were loose and at the ready before finding himself a seat. He made his way to the corner of the main room, where he would have a good view of the rest of room but none would easily be able to spy on him.

A barmaid eventually wandered over to take his order. "Whiskey please if you have it. Two beers if you don't." He said cheerfully with a pearly white smile. As she left, he took stock of the men (and especially the woman) in the taverns common area.

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So if you couldn't tell, this is a steampunk themed swashbuckling adventure rp. I'd prefer for this to be more longterm and would appreciate it if you responded with a bit about the character/characters you wish to play. Other than that, I look forward to a fun roleplay!