A place for those who feel outcast or forgotten by the steampunk community or in life. Grab a chair, have a drink, and have a jolly good time with jolly good company. There are people in the world who suck and this is an escape.

The underground life isn't for all be we are out there.


My name is Alex ,the owner, and I'll be your bartender

Along with Ara, the other bartender


And Simon, the Demon King Monkey!

Welcome to the world of steampunk, and If you are new we will gladly help you with anything you need. And check us out for whiskey Wednesday's, where whiskey is free.



There is an underlying story and/or parts there of, that is followed from the Airship Alicia Grey and The Airship Battle Royale. It is not the main focus of the Gear, but It does happen from time to time. The events are scripted at first, but remember your input changes the script. 

This role-play bar, is a light hearted dose of fun. It has its serious moments but the Spirit of the Gear is about comradery, having some drinks, and experiencing everything and anything. The more veteran gear posters will help out the newer Gear Goers with any questions, or ideas.

The gear is designed to help develop your characters if you would like. Feel free to message T.R. Harrison, Arabella Porter, or myself, if you have any questions.







We have a skype room:

[Currently Under Renovation]

World's End(The underground of the RG)

DISCLAIMER: Chat is unfiltered and uncensored, join at your own risk and if you have an issue with it you do not have to participate. This is a back room off welcome. The rejected gear and all afiliated persons are not accountable for the skype chatroom.


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Follow my heart? If I did that, I wouldn't be a goddamn pirate in the first place. curse me right to the sky the Widow did and now with Charlotte dead and my black spot, well….*fumbles with a locket in her pocket* I guess I m following my heart. Either way, there's a lot to say for senility though and not much for cthulu. I mean come now, a giant bat winged demonic squid beast? 

He does tend to dramatic entrances.

Beats all this bloody Anglican business. Half the peerage have their knickers locked up tighter than the Old Bailey.

For things we don't even know exist. *gulps down a few gulps of bourbon*

to the freakishly bizzare.....

I've seen things thought to not exist

I'm sure you have, doctor but I'm quite skeptical of things like cthulu. Ghosts, sure, our ship's been haunted but a bat winged squid? *chuckles and puts some ice on her leg* I think I need another bar fight and the night will be complete. 

I do hope your current ship isn't haunted Ara! I'd be quite disturbed since it is so newly built!" Wil laughs a bit and settles back in his chair.

*looks to Wil and smiles, a tad bit tipsy walking over with her 3 quarters empty bottle of bourbon* You know, uncle Wil, thanks to you and that ship, I haven't slept better in my entire life. Even my crib wasn't that comfortable. *she sits across from him* I don't even know where you find these strange people or the strange money for these things. 

Wil chuckles and motions around to the refinished bar and it's extension into the bank that was once behind it. "Money is rarely an issue dear. I've been selling my formulas for close to thirty years now and never have they been cheap. As for the crew you are with, the only one I know is Kolgrim himself. The rest are his associates I would assume."

He puffs at his pipe and tamps the tobacco down a bit with a thumb. "I am glad you find the quarters aboard the ship satisfactory. Since I have handed over the rights to it I'll just need to build a new one for myself of course."

Kolgrim? As in Grim? is that his full first name? *knocks back another gulp* He's an odd one. 

Wil nods and laughs a bit. "Yes. His full name, as I know it, is Kolgrim Spikebeard. I assume he has a real last name somewhere but that is the only one I have ever heard. He is.... odd I will give you that. But there aren't many in the world more adept at building traps than he is. I'll be honest, I won't tell you he's even remotely sane though. I've seen him toss that thing he calls a hammer of his through a store front because he stubbed a toe on the curb they had installed but stand there and laugh when someone tried to stab him."


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