The Midnight Watch

Rain leaked through the ceiling of the Rusty Nail, dotting the floor with regular taps. A loud cough and snort resounded through the near-empty tavern as an old man, sitting at a corner table, cleared his mucus-filled throat.
Ako sat at the bar while the barman, a young boy no older than fifteen, stared at him as he waited for Ako to give him his order. He'd obviously never seen such white skin below. The little shit probably figured Ako was one of the walking dead that had somehow snuck through the gates to water its dead throat with some piss-warm beer. The boy's eyes darted left and right, his fingers fiddling nervously.
"Jus' give me one o' those ales you got," said Ako.
The boy skittered to one of the boxes behind the bar, pulled out a bottle of ale, popped the cork and placed it on the bar. "That's... uh, five coins, sir."
Ako dug around in his belt, pulled out five coins and placed them on the bar in front of the boy. "That's for the ale." He then reached back into his belt, took out a small pouch and laid it next to the coins with a slight jingle. "That's fer ye to get the fuck out."
The boy stared in confusion. "Sir?"
"Ye'heard me. Take a walk aroun' town and then come back."
The boy slowly reached for the pouch, opened it up and peered inside. He then darted his eyes at the old man in the corner.
"Don't worry about him," said Ako. "Just take the coins an' get out."
The boy snatched up the pouch and coins and rushed out the door, not sparing a second glance back as he did.
Ako grabbed his bottle of ale, took a nice big swig and raised himself up from his barstool. He turned in place, glanced over at the old man, tilted his head once and walked on over to him.
"Mind if I join ye?" asked Ako and, before the man could answer, took a seat across from him.
"Uhm," hummed the man, "I don't see why not."
Ako raised his ale to his lips, staring at the old man over the bottle. "Yer from aroun'ere?"
"No, I actually just arrived two days ago."
"That so?"
"Quite. I'm headed to Cove once the road is deemed safe."
"Well, that coul' be a while," said Ako with a grin.
"I suppose so," said the man before breaking into a slight coughing fit.
"Ye alright?" asked Ako, as if he gave a shit.
"Yes, yes. I've merely seemed to have caught some sort of fever on the road. The nights get rather cold out there."
"Mrmm," murmured Ako. "Cold, and other things."
The man nodded before taking a sip from his wine.
"So ye' fleein' somewhere?"
"You're quite the curious type."
"Aye, I am," said Ako with a stern expression.
The man became increasingly nervous as beads of sweat started to form on his forehead. His eyes trailed off in the direction of the door before returning back to Ako. "Are you..."
"Yes," interrupted Ako.
The man's lower lip began to tremble slightly. "I can pay you more than-"
"No," interrupted Ako again.
The man's breath became more rapid with each second that passed. His eyes flashed open as he quickly raised himself from his seat, but before he could stand straight Ako had jumped up, grabbed him by the back of his head and slammed his face into the table. Ako's other hand came up from his side, knife planted in its grip, and thrust the blade into the back of the old man's throat without a moment's pause.
Black blood formed a pool on and under the table as the man's eyes stared dead into the empty tavern. Ako yanked on the dead man's head, pulled out the knife and sloppily started sawing through the throat. He tore at the head right before the blade had cut all the way throat, tearing it apart from the body with sinew and skin ripping like old leather.
Ako held the head up, facing the man's dead eyes. "Nothin' personal, Elliot Maise. A job's a job." He turned on his heels and walked toward the door, stuffing the old man's head into a bag as he did.

The Public House Restaurant & Saloon is hiring a full-time server and a cook. Also hiring musicians, comedians, poets and other performers to perform at the Cellar Stage.

Approach proprietor Rhu Mayne for further information.

"I am the eyes in the night, the arrow that pierces the darkness, the shield that guards the realms of the living, the eternal enemy to unlife and the keeper of those who are dead. I vow to serve the Midnight Watch loyally and to the best of my abilities, to uphold our traditions and our codes, and to stand shoulder to shoulder with brothers and sisters. I vow to enforce the will of the Watch over those that rise again, so that what is dead may remain dead, and to always keep true to the mission above all demands and laws of mortal men."

My presence has been requested in the City of Altmere and for that reason I shall be out of town for the next few days. I leave all of my responsibilities and authority in the capable hands of First Watcher Derek Lumbar until I return. Please direct all concerns to him regarding matters of Town Watch and Law.

Signed-
Watch Marshal Hemrod Skagrin.

"I am the eyes in the night, the arrow that pierces the darkness, the shield that guards the realms of the living, the eternal enemy to unlife and the keeper of those who are dead. I vow to serve the Midnight Watch loyally and to the best of my abilities, to uphold our traditions and our codes, and to stand shoulder to shoulder with brothers and sisters. I vow to enforce the will of the Watch over those that rise again, so that what is dead may remain dead, and to always keep true to the mission above all demands and laws of mortal men."
-Watcher's Vows

Ranks
Watch Marshal - The leader and commander of the Midnight Watch.
First Watcher - Second-in-Command of the Midnight Watch.
Watcher - The sworn in brothers and sisters of the Midnight Watch.
Unsworn - The initiates of the Midnight Watch.

Uniform

Leather Tunic dyed Watch Rustic
Leather Leggings dyed Watch Rustic
Leather Gorget dyed Watch Rustic
Leather Gloves dyed Watch Rustic
Sash dyed Watch Amber
Kilt dyed Watch Black

-Dyed tubs may be found in the Barracks
-Leather may be studded, spined etc.

Recruitment
Contact Watch Marshal Skagrin or First Watcher Derek Lumbar if interested in enlisting.