ollowing the emergance of the powerful and dangerous Eternatus and its Black Storm, the city of Hammerlocke was evacuated and locked down by the Order of the Shield. No civilians may enter the city. Many who were evacuated were taken to Motostoke. The city, already large in population, is struggling to maintain its supply of food, water, and shelter. Every day, the area surrounding Hammerlocke grows more dangerous. It is only a matter of time before Hulbury and Turffield are evacuated as well.
While the Order of the Shield has been able to maintain a boundary around Hammerlocke, there has not been much order otherwise. Their ranks are large, but run thin as they are spread across Hulbury, Turffield, and Motostoke. Other factions, such as the Dahlias, Agate Conclave, and Aegirine, have established their own base of operations, but they are not united in their vision on how to handle the Black Storm. Chaos festers in the absence of order and control, giving way for an uptick in crime in these cities and villages.
Our story begins in a tavern, as all heroic adventures do. The bar is filled with locals, travelers from far and wide, and no shortage of sleazy characters. It is rumored that the tavern hosts a small operations team for one of the major factions in Galar, although these whisperings never seem to align with one another. Whether it be a base for the Order, or perhaps the Dahlias, no average person seems to really know.
The Tipsy Torchic is a poorly lit tavern, with the brightest spot being the bar top itself. Regulars and strangers come and go, but a few hunker down to make conversation with the bartender and maid. Both of them appear tired and worn down, but they greet each customer with a smile nonetheless. A small Pidove is nesting in a beam above the bar and occasionally swoops down to peck at the hands of anyone misbehaving.
NOTABLE NPCs: bartender, barmaid, pidove
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the main room
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The Tipsy Torchic's main room is lively and filled to the brim. The tables and chairs are made of wood, some more stable than others. The ground is sticky and sometimes wet with alcohol. A woman is singing in the back corner and drunk customers provide her with questionable back-up vocals. A few tables down from her, a man is loudly complaining about the number of refugees in the city now. He makes his disdain for the Order of the Shield very clear.
NOTABLE NPCs: singer, loud man
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the back room
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For those looking for a quieter space, the Tipsy Torchic offers their customers tables in the back room. The area is used for the usual drinking, smoking, gambling, and on occasion, shady business exchanges. It is poorly lit. The back room is usually quite full, but tonight is different. There is tension in the air as one particular man sits alone in the corner, muttering to himself and rocking in his chair. The other customers, mostly in groups of two or three, have left several tables open surrounding him.
