Calling all the Blackhearts!

As I player I was considering doing something similar to this, however for more of a general adventurer's guild where players could put their shops/requests/whatever. That said, as regular players I don't know if we're actually allowed to world build like that without lots of money.

So yes, I support the idea if it's allowed.

I approve.

Fluff Addition (Work in Progress)

Having worked with several groups over her adventuring career, Azziel stopped one night in the Golden Plow. Ordering a mulled and spiced wine, she sat next to the fire, with most of the patrons either drunk or engaged with...other activities, she was left in relative peace. She thought over her near death experiences, a finger faintly tracing a new scar on her cheek, and came to a conclusion. She was a cityborn, and the dangers outside the city she did not know at all, and that had nearly costed her life. It was a error she was loathe to repeat again, and knocked back the wine. If she was going to do any adventuring, it would be in the city she grew up in. It was big enough, and it had gotten much more lively than in the past with the influx of new adventurers. Considering her options as she waved another wine over, two choices presented themselves. One, to either remain a lone wolf and pinch what she could to survive. Or two, form her own adventuring party. She had seen the advantage in more people, and settled the debate in her mind. The deck finished its shuffling, and she was ready to deal.

The next morning, she started to put the word out, she was looking for adventurers who were of like mindset: wanted wealth, didn't want to die alone in the forest, were team players, and wanted a welcoming family. It started with a whisper here and there, a silver coin in a pocket here, and the rumors spread out like cards at a table. Grinning, she kept on her toes and avoided rival gangs who tried to squash the upstart. She had lived with a gang, and knew how the slum gangers worked. Though this made her question, in order to not have her party running around, she needed a base. An idea struck her, and she followed it, going down into the sewers in the Northern Docks District. It was out of the slums area, where most gangs resided, and would allow a new one to grow in relative safety. Plus, it was already home to sailors, just another name for rogues, just on water. Using her torch, she quickly found a side passage that was no located in the main artery, and followed it, before coming to an old ladder and trapdoor. Going up the ladder, she found herself in an abandoned house, curious, she searched around and found out why. Painted on the door was a yellow hand, a sign for illness. But, from the looks of it it was very old and worn out, and she assumed the superstitious commoners hadn't moved back into the building fearing plague. Chuckling at humans, she explored the house, and found a cellar as well, big enough to act as a meeting room. Nodding to herself, she had found a place to begin her new family.

She started to haul old furniture around, emptying most of the upper two floors to fill the basement and make the backrooms of the house comfortable. After that, she sad down in her new old leather seat in the cellar and pulled out a piece of parchment and ink, and started to write the rules of her organization.

After finishing it and double checking it, she nodded and leaned back, tapping the quill against her cheek, how to deal with those who sought to hurt her family. There was always death of course, but that just sparked more violence, and that would not do. Then, an idea came, and she jotted it down.

Death for death, an eye for an eye, a steal for a steal, jail for jail.....it all sounded good, but in order to cease all hostilities in a single strike, that would be glorious. So that came to a several options. To join the family together and to strike as one to lynch the heads of the enemy gang while their defenses were down. To whittle away at their forces, abducting one here, killing another there, leaving the bodies in plain view to show who was boss. She even thought of an evil...dark...method. To skin one of their members completely, to haul him in front of their base, and write the words "Your Sins will be revealed." She flicked her tongue over her lips, if they were particularly daft enough to prompt that action, she would use it. Maybe even burning their base to the ground might work.

She sighed and pushed back from the table and stretched, popping her back, and started to head back to the tavern, having put out the word she would be expecting potential recruits to meet a person there called "The Dealer".