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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"Well, then we must get you patched up Sil." Ian whistles a short note of two and his boy, Haji appears. "If you could Haji, old lad, help Silver here with her repairs toot suite."

nah, it's all good it's..*stops moving smoke and steam escaping at a steady rate at this point from her mouth* I just...need...*blinks sleepily* I'm good..I'm fine.

Pouch sailing through the air over to Simon, Ian responds to Lee, "I'm not the barman, lad."

lad?..*she murmured before she popped up* LEE! IAN! ..LAD!*she stood up stumbling backwards* I have to go get him! I have to! I promised! *turns and runs into Lee getting the glowing Aether that ran through her on the wall and his jacket before backing off, brushing him off,  and shaking it off running from the bar*

*She sweeps the floor humming while Simon dusts off the bar* Simon, mind getting the bottles too? they're looking a bit dusty. *Simon hisses at her* Jesus, fine. *She turns around and sees the bar area is perfectly spotless.*  Could have told me instead of....oh. *laughs* Sorry, mate. 

Whistling a spring-filled tune as he walks through the door, Sgt. Ian MacBrooke smiles and greets Ara with a cheery hello and a hug. "Hello there deario. You look fantastic tonight."

awww, thanks, Sarge. *she smiles, returning the hug* Especially since I just got back from a fight. Those bounty hunters... *she points to her swollen cheek* This one thought he could come at me with fists. *she laughs* As if I would be unarmed with a price on my head. How've you been? *she walks behind the bar* Name your poison.

After taking in the sight of that bruise and grimacing, he sits at the bar and orders up. "I'll take a pint of Bugman's Best October Stout if there's any about lass."

Oh trust me, we have everything. *pours the dwarf beer for him and slides it in front of him*  So, what have you been up to recently? *she pours herself a bourbon* 

"Just re-enforcing my air-mail employees training this past week, dearie," returns the Sgt. gustily. "Tiring work that. Little buggers are back to flinging pooh. Yeesh!"

*Val walks in, smiling* good evening fine folk. How are we all today?

*She shoots him a curiously confused look* I beg your pardon? poo-throwing? what are they? We don't even throw our shit at each other on the pirate ships and we're constantly being told how uncivilized we are! *when she sees Val, she waves her rag in the air* Good evening to you, Valarian. I'm alright. You been well? Sgt. Ian was just telling us about his weird time with his mail carriers. 


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