The Starling's Nest
Oct 18, 2022 17:21:28 GMT
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Post by Wren Lunaboult on Oct 18, 2022 17:21:28 GMT
There’s a nice sized house on the edge of Port First’s Wharf, nearish the towering lighthouse. To the everyday citizen the house looks like all the rest, mundane and normal, but for those in the know there’s many signs as to the true nature of the place. The Thieves’ Cant scratched in bricks, and the small painted statue of a purple-backed starling in a nest between the head of the front door frame and the wall, these all indicate to the thieves’ guild now present within the walls.
Walking through the front door you’d just see an open plan room, giving plenty of space for those grabbing a meal from the soup kitchen at the back, and a large fireplace nearby to keep the same folks warm during the winter. This is certainly the main hive of activity, with people and animals alike enjoying their time sitting in a mix match of sofas and chairs. The personal small jetty out the back door is just to get ingredients and supplies in easily, those streets can get busy, no other reason to have it.
Upstairs houses Wren’s room, strangely tidy amongst the chaos of the rest of the guild. Full of comfy pillows, strange items from adventuring, a symbol of clasped hands bound with red rope above the door, and many sharpened crossbow bolts. The crime team have some rooms that they share, places to sleep but mainly to hoard each of their own special interests. It won’t be uncommon to find other animal friends hanging out there, conferring their bits of information about Port Ffirst’s goings on (though Percival prefers to host his book club in the main downstairs space). And of course a spare room with some bunk beds for those who need it, so they can sleep somewhere comfy with a roof over their head. Wren doesn’t ask questions why, just knows people need that safety net sometimes.
Many will likely just know of this place as the soup kitchen, or a petting zoo, or even just a hang out spot for friends. The real nature and purpose is so jumbled in daily chaos that most won’t know what Wren’s really set up.
Just don’t open that cupboard door on the upper landing that leads to the loft, it’s a mess up there with all the storage. Definitely not a space for the Starling’s to confer on how best to redistribute funds to those in need, where to strike next for a heist, who’s been holding back on fair wages for their workers. Anything to help lessen the burden of living for those who it hurts most.
Walking through the front door you’d just see an open plan room, giving plenty of space for those grabbing a meal from the soup kitchen at the back, and a large fireplace nearby to keep the same folks warm during the winter. This is certainly the main hive of activity, with people and animals alike enjoying their time sitting in a mix match of sofas and chairs. The personal small jetty out the back door is just to get ingredients and supplies in easily, those streets can get busy, no other reason to have it.
Upstairs houses Wren’s room, strangely tidy amongst the chaos of the rest of the guild. Full of comfy pillows, strange items from adventuring, a symbol of clasped hands bound with red rope above the door, and many sharpened crossbow bolts. The crime team have some rooms that they share, places to sleep but mainly to hoard each of their own special interests. It won’t be uncommon to find other animal friends hanging out there, conferring their bits of information about Port Ffirst’s goings on (though Percival prefers to host his book club in the main downstairs space). And of course a spare room with some bunk beds for those who need it, so they can sleep somewhere comfy with a roof over their head. Wren doesn’t ask questions why, just knows people need that safety net sometimes.
Many will likely just know of this place as the soup kitchen, or a petting zoo, or even just a hang out spot for friends. The real nature and purpose is so jumbled in daily chaos that most won’t know what Wren’s really set up.
Just don’t open that cupboard door on the upper landing that leads to the loft, it’s a mess up there with all the storage. Definitely not a space for the Starling’s to confer on how best to redistribute funds to those in need, where to strike next for a heist, who’s been holding back on fair wages for their workers. Anything to help lessen the burden of living for those who it hurts most.
A Starling can be identified by the bright purple accessories they wear, like a violet bandana, and by knowing two important mottos.
Steal from the rich, and give to the poor.
Everything has a kneecap if you look hard enough.
