"Wot did the serv'r th'nk der was no mo'r left in us? HA! Guess again matey's! An aye even the Broken Goblet, a seedy tavern located in the lawless land of Roaringshore can take the time to wish yer bloody bugger's a Happly Holiday and a Merry Christmas! Har! Aye, I even found a theme song ta go wit it! Yer see folk's, holidays an I be meanin' any holiday's, be such a great oppor'urnity to focus on bringin da family together. A'fter all, ain't nuthrin better in tis world than to share a proper meal wit n' quality time with yer own blood. Oh and don't yer be fer'gettin bout' dem goblets!"
*The bartender grins while he sit's in his favorite chair while holding up a goblet made of its signature blown glass that rests upon a stem of one of its various elegant designs. The glass vessel was filled with the delectable throat soother that was called rum.*
"If yer want, I could have me lass bring yer a goblet of rum. However be mindful,
me Shana's a cheeky she-devil and she's as cheeky of a she-devil as they come."
"And ain't be knowin' wot's in her rum."
"But dun yer worry none, if yer ain't trust the horns and tail,
I could always have one of the other girls serve ya a goblet.
Perhaps one in a Santa outfit? Oh dat would get some of yer blood boilin me guessin aye aye!"
"Just dun be fer'gettin the Broken Goblet rules, nae touchin the barmaids. Or ma bruiser bring yer some hurtin."
"And me bruiser be a big ol Orc blood, from far north."
"Oh and he was raised by barbarians." *Winces as he takes another sip of his rum*
"O..I know...how about an elf? Wouldn't be a holiday season wit out a pretty little elf har!
Oh but I fer'get, elves now a days ain't be wantin to come to the Shore. Sorry me patrons,
dat be the Dm's doin n' not the tender." *He shrugs*
"May it be in da New Year, tha come fer a visit, just remind'n me to have the spilled stale ale cleaned up."
*The bartender twitches his nose after inhaling the stench of old spilled ale*
"But if yer boy's cant be waitin nor the the girls...(right I ain't be discriminatin)...
I'm surein' yer can find a nice sassy, cheeky, leather skin pirate lass!"
"She may nae come in a Santa suit, but she may have a treasure map! After all matey wot's a Christmas wit'out some treasure!"
*He grins while taking another long swig from his goblet, then gave a random chin nod to one of the npc pirates sittin across him.*
"Trust me folks, tis better yer get a goblet from me than wait fer a Dm to gift yer sumthin. Cause we know how dem Dm's be matey.
A bugger ain't ever at peace without a DM Ghostin ya, or a one of em Spartin up sumthin when yer just be mindin yer business. And yer got to take into account that Winter is here! Bloody Dm's, got sinister minds I tell ya, be using blood fer Ink and paint'n scary events an all."
"They sometimes be like dem things' in da Monster Manual and be waitin fer yer to botch up so they can catch yer Soul. And it may not be comfortin during the Midnights. And yer know it, cause yer cant help but feel someone or somethin watchin over yer shoulders. And if we do get through this frosty arse winter, we still got a Summers to deal with in the future. And we be knowin , things can get blimey hot like the breath of a Balor!"
"So dont yer bloody lots be fergettin, tis better to spend yer Christmas wit family. But if yer one of the unfortunates, if yer one that nae got family. Yer always welcome to the Broken Goblet. After all, as ma boss MIss Jackie said...Any and All is welcome to the Broken Goblet. Just dont yer ferget to bring yer coins." *The bartender takes his final swig, to completely empty his vessel made of blown glass. He stood from his chair then headed for the bar. Likely to get a refill. However just as he reached the bar, he paused and glances back over his shoulder with a devious grin* "Oh and one last thing, dont bloody think yer can come in here to insult the pirates. As per the Dm's if yer do, they likely to shank ya , and the Goblet cant do nothin about it."
"Savvy?"
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays
From the Broken Goblet!
"When I say, 'Everybody to the table and eat,' I mean it. That is the glue, the center that holds the family, that gives security. Good food brings everybody to the table."
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
There's a tavern tale, that sorta goes like this..
"One sip of this wine
and you will go mad with drunkenness.
You will drop your masks
and tear your clothes — destroying
everything that separates you from the Lover.
Once you taste the fruit of this vine,
you will be kicked out of the city of yourself.
You will forget the world. You will forget yourself.
I tell you, you will become a madman
who wanders the streets looking for the Lover
once you drink this Wine of Love."
Now doesn't that sound familiar? Many of times I've seen men or women come into the Broken Goblet in search for what's it's called? Love? Most think they find it, rare few do find it, others...well they didn't search properly and got an arse chewin...literly. Here let me give yer a bit of advice, when you tell a woman to "Bite you", yer better be damn sure yer know what type of woman yer instructing such a request. In the drunk state, the effects of the liquor can misguide you, leading you to believe a return grin means everything pleasurable...sometimes.
Patrons of the Broken Goblet last night, might tell a tale of when a man offered a woman to "bite" him. Soon after they headed off to someplace secluded only to both return shortly after. The woman with a chastising grin, while the man seem to be in some sort of discomfort while rubbing the pain out of his backside.
People should be very careful...
In what they ask for...
There be some folks that just take things seriously...
The bartender of the Broken Goblet would tell you...
"Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won't come in."
"Be best not to give folks somethin to laugh and gossip about"
"If ye don't believe in the words of the bartender, then let me tell you the tale of the .."
"Bitten Peach."
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
“Be thankful for what you have; you'll end up having more.
If you concentrate on what you don't have, you will never, ever have enough.
For at the end of the day, let there be no excuses, no explanations, no regrets.”
Darkness settles upon the North, winds howl leaving chills upon flesh and even the skies this very night was close to being as crimson as it was during the Time of Troubles. The Time of Troubles...yes, where the magic went wild and all the Gods were punish for the theft of the Tablets of Fate.
But then allow me to take myself out of the mind of the mysterious man who's known as the Broken Goblets bartender and let me really take a pause to give appreciation for the experience, the fun, that I had have on this server. From past Developers to previous, I appreciate the work you all do. It is not me sitting hours behind the screen trying to fix the game, or improve the game nor coding nor scripting. Nae instead I'm one of the ones who simply play what you have helped create. Recently I have messed with that intimidating thing called the toolset to try and meet half way for an upcoming request. And well I see how things are not so simple nor easy. If you don't even save probably , you can lose hours of work. Your creative minds are a blessing. Not everyone seems to be able to notice what some of you must go through.
Players log in daily or weekly or even seasonally to build their characters, backgrounds and bios or personal arcs.
You all build worlds...
Players fantasize of settings to place their characters in ...
You all create the settings for us...
Players talk of the worlds...
You all brought it to life...
To Rhifox the player of the Bone lady and staff, hat's off to you all. Don't ever feel what you do or what you create is never appreciated. Somewhere in this blimey community, there are people who do enjoy and make use of what you all create. It's a daunting task that you all have, its not your fault if peoples expectations is so high. Some simply tend to forget how old this game is. And that may well be, because of all the custom content you all have created. So I say to you all..
A job well done an Merry Christmas,
From the Broken Goblet!.
If someone was to ask Sel of what his expectation of the server would be, he would tell you...
"My expectations were reduced to zero when I decided to stop expecting things. Everything since then has been an added bonus"
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
"Yeah, I know I'm ugly... I said to a bartender,
'Make me a zombie.' He said 'God beat me to it."
There's a saying within most drinking taverns, it goes "By the time a bartender knows what drink a man will have before he orders, there is little else about him worth knowing." They couldn't have been more true. But I myself still enjoys watching a tavern full of patrons from all sort of walks of life indulging in the delectable drinks. A typical day in the Broken Goblet would have a bunch of pirates and thieves and smugglers slurring while trying to carouse and speak tall tales of grand adventures or glamorous hauls, or a victorious ship taking. Sometimes you have a mysterious patron enter only to force themselves to order a drink because their main purpose was to seek information. And on this particular day, there was nothing different.
"Good dog" "I be yer dog and have yer on all fours too if yer keep that up" "If I found you worth my time you would not be moving." "Oh I can submit too. Sometimes I like me a woman with Dominance, sadly tho, Im a bit taken already." "Whos the woman Sel?" *He glances at the drow* "Aint knowin, and aint my business. Shes a payin customer so she welcome." "Bet the cat would get all mad 'n scratch yer arse all over" "That sounds painful" "Missy drow may have a chip on her shoulder but .....no violence" "Hey bar minion. Have you seen Dancer? Does she still play here regularly? Yeah, plays music. Dances. Red hair." "Why is everyone so damned in love with that bardess?" "I'm trying to sell some crap woman." "Well that's diff'rent" "Cause yer aint heard how awful everybody else sounds. Only a very rare few sound better but they dont go around publicly " "I mean I could sing for you. You'd pay me to leave." "You think I jokin? Im bloody serious, most others aint nothing but hurtful to my ears and gives me a fokin headache" "Excited ta see me I see." "Yeah, well. Lookin' forward to a lil outing y'know" "Rose might be over at Natanyas sucking Mathildes face in Netanyas bath water or sumthin" "Ah...You broke into their place and spied on them too?" "Eh No aint nae need to break in, just watch them, seen it enough in here or on the street " "Oh, I didn't know dirt elves roam here!" "A bottle now before I break this over the tieflings skull" "Just spread the word around I'm looking for epic skilled blades." "Any wild plans you had for today?" "Oh tha wildest of plans. I plan ta not plan to plan to do things, meaning I plan to let planning happen around me and adapt my plans to the plans of others befor planning to even plan my plans, Which I don't do... so In the end I plan to have no plans, an and simply do whatever comes my way"
The bartender grins as he looks at the many patrons this day, for he found all the conversations quite amusing and entertaining. With half the tavern filled with the regular frequent pirate patron, smugglers and thieves, and the other half filled with local residence or visitors, one thought came to mind..."A filled Goblet." Aye, as the night continued on, the bartender continued watching the many faces and smiled for it always seems these sort of days is quite the regular, and only that the conversation ever changes. His boss would be pleased from Captain Pikes report. With a low mutter under his breath, he let out a pleasing whisper and said..
"I feel sorry for people who don’t drink. When they wake up in the morning, that’s as good as they’re going to feel all day…"
Later during the night...
"TTTTEEEEEEMMMMMPPPPPPOOOOOOSSSSS!!!!"
Sounds of raining fire intent to cause chaos, calamity and destruction exploded all around the peak of the mountain! Demonic roars and battle cries ring into the night nearly deafening ears! Blades biting into flesh, while hard thuds vibrated from the sound of a heavy blunt weapon snapping bones if not crushing limbs entirely!
From tusky grins, and cheeky fangs with flickering tails, or darting shadows, to acidic blasts, the bartender along with his woman, his bruiser and patrons of the Broken Goblet did not let any large foul beast from the north rest this night!
No Lich, rested...
No Elemental stood in their path...
No Dragon slept...
But they all died.
The bartender of the Broken Goblet would say to anyone who asks, "What does he do on Holidays?" He would say to them...
"The same ol shite' a bartender always be doin', havin some bloody fun, savvy?"
-Sel-
"Thanks for playing with me during my Christmas day. Merry Christmas to you all!"
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
"It's better to swim in the sea below
Than to swing in the air and feed the crows."
I've heard sayings in relation to failure is not the opposite of success, it’s part of success. My truest of words would say, failure is not an option.
An opportunists will tell you, think big, dream big, cause in the end profits will be bigger. I would tell you If your dreams don’t scare you, they already too small.
Lets face the truth head on and skip any bullshit yes?, The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra. The means to go far and beyond than merely the finish line. Why just win the race when you can win it with elegance, perfection, claim the status that says none but you has done it like so. So many times I've seen fools run their flapping lips giving praise to themselves and promises of wonders or change. Yet still after months, years, they remain the bloody same as they had when they begun to talk such bullshite to my ears.
I respect the hard workers, it is those that I give praise and recognition too. Specially the ones that work and keep on working even if they must work with a broken tool. They are the most creative ones, they wont simply think to replace the tool for a new one, they will look around to their thoughts and figure how to make the broken tool work if not work better. Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything. And these sort of people give change a chance which often results in success.
Ability is what you’re capable of doing. Motivation determines what you do. Attitude determines how well you do it. Ever been asked if the glass is half empty or half full? I've always found that humorous. The people who sat around wondering if the glass was half full or half empty miss the point. The glass is and always will be refillable.
Some people think too much, others not much at all. People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing that’s why we recommend it daily do we not? A perfectionist that acts the fool well enough that others are foolishly believing in the fool, don't even realize they believe in a perfectionist without even knowing. One of the best challenges in the world to me is when someone says my efforts are fruitless or I will fail, or my plans impossible. Because for me, the best revenge is a massive success. And that is one of the best bloody feelings in the world I get when I get to shove it down someone's disbelieving throat. Because in the end mate, one can stand with everything they accomplished, their trophies, their rewards, their spillin coins ...and overall, they stand the winner.
The bartender of the Broken Goblet has been seen scarce of late. Either behind locked doors hard at work with something, or away from the village of Roaringshore conducting business others will never learn about until its completion.
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
*Time slowed......
The air was still....
There was a sound with no sound...
The Blade held high...
The scream of hated and frustration mixed together like the foulest of poisons, pierced into the night as it also rattled the nerves of a bagger. "Get out of my face...and if I see you again I will kill you" He grabs the beggar by the collar and threw him forward making the filthy beggar topple on the cobble stone streets. “Move!!”
"W-why...why were you so angry at him?"
"You have to had tried being in such the state to understand."
“Don't live the same day over and over again and call that a life.
Life is about evolving mentally, spiritually, and emotionally.”
1358 DR Along the Crossing
"I thought you a better man, guess I know better now." *You would hate yourself if you truly knew*
"Don't mistaken me.." *The level of disappointment would be beyond you*
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I find it amusing when someone believes they can truly change the inner hearts of a corrupted man. Corrupt is corrupt, taint is taint, curse is cursed. Some people see their blessings as curses. Some see their curses as blessings, it all matters in the eyes of the beholder in truth. Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he or she does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. Yet blindly people go about like they are never the monsters when in truth, they slayed more breathing things than others.
I use to say power corrupts. Perhaps I was wrong. The more I think of it now, power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts, the fear of losing that power corrupts. And patrons often wonder why I say the City is the most corrupted place. Truth is, you can see how corrupt a place is.
"The more corrupt the city, the more numerous the laws."
My Shana would often say..
"Yer won't find a more honest place than the place of the Shore',
cause here, folks be honest wit ya if they don't like ya and will tell ya
if they gon' kill ya"
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. For
one lives in the hope of becoming a memory.”
I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But as much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking. So many tales of people seeking for immortality or to simply prolong what was told..the inevitable.
Is it wrong that one merely wishes to extend their human life just by a mere decade or two? Humans breed like parasites, always multiplying. A single human form will not live centuries like those of Elves and Dwarves. Nor will he have a prolong life span like fiendish bloods. Some humans wish to prolong the inevitable of ceasing to exists. But most that do so, suffer a consequence. Dark magic known as Necromancy is the more popular route. But the sacrifice is great. They become an undead thing. I for one surely do not wish to give up the sensations of physical touch, nor my emotions. After all they are what makes me. I fear not death, in fact when the time comes, I will surely embrace for such peace. But I am not ready to go just yet nor so soon.
Some of us have goals that must be reached, unfinished work, or they mere wish to share a living breathing live with someone just a little bit more. I am one to believe a man is not dead while his name is still spoken upon the tongues of others. People die only when we truly forget them.
The missive he received was part informational, and part self reflecting. Did it have the answer he sought? Not plainly no. But the fact remains there is a means and he intends to find it. By all means necessary.
Another option, another means, a decision will soon need to be made. What choice will I make..I only need about two decades more...nothing more nothing less. Would talking with this woman be fruitful? Must I be tactful to gain her assistance? Or do I have to resort to other means I rather not have too? The masked one seems to know of ways. He'd be inclined to help, but what of the cost? I could take another path..but that ones bloody tricky. The cost will be great for sure. And the results more than likely successful, but unknowing what's is not my style.
*He sighs to his thoughts and then tucks the parchment away, now was not to time to contemplate such things. Too many were around and too many had their own questions.*
"Hoping you have the name of the orc that did the heart eating on... that night."
"Never got his name, dont really try to make conversation with folks that eats hearts in all."
"His family name was Elf-Skinner."
*He lifts a finger* " Yer see..from what I know..they got a bit of understandin with the Zhents...."
"They do. Made a deal with the Darkhold witch."
"Dont worry that pretty little not-quite-a-beard Sel I dont intend to make war with an orc clan...just gathering information."
"That makes me like them even less, since they are then naught but lapdogs to Manshoon, and I have even less love for Manshoon than I had for the old Mystra, may she rot in pieces."
"Take my advice ...if the Elfs aint do shite by now..best not to get involved. Obviously they aint and might be for good reason. If I you, follow Emmanuel on this one. .at least I know he wouldnt try to make you a puppet."
"I'm no ones puppet."
"OH and Fox...Thanks ..depending, I might need you to run another one or will have a private meet with her myself."
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"The last aspects of my duty towards the godswar ends with a ritual tomorrow."
"Ritual?"
"An oath to be kept. It is of no consequence to you. Frett not. But I do have an oath to you as well..Which is to say, information... I promised I would tell you what I know, and considering you aren't seeking immortality, and your aid during the godswar, it was agreed that your continued existence would be of benefit. So I am free to share whatever I choose, within reason..."
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“A premature death does not only rob one of the countless instances where one would have experienced pleasure,
it also saves one from the innumerable instances where one would have experienced pain.”]
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
"Life is a matter of choices,
and every choice you make,
makes you"
During long walks, there's never anything like the feeling of winds rushing at your body.
The breeze...the chills...the sensation...
With tired eyes and a restless mind, such the sensation is comforting like being embraced by the most gentle of arms. The comfort, the security.
If winds could purge away the taint of stress or frustrations, I would stand at the highest mountain peak until the moment I feel reborn.
Sometimes during such walks you can encounter people with intriguing conversations.
"Oh looky here looky here..I spot me an elf"
"And I a pair of sparkly earrings on a bartender."
"Aye me pearls, Wot man ain't like a good set of pearls eh?"
"Awfully far from your establishment. "
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Sometimes fate has a funny way to remind you,
there's no purging certain taints and that cling to your flesh like spilled ink.
Fate can be mocking.
"After you" *She gestures to the wagon*
"Um okay ..but um ..where?"
"We'll be going to Greenest." *She says to the driver.*
*He quickly glances around* "Why we come here ?"
Fate is humorous indeed.
"Druids?"
"Us?. No."
"Could say we are passing through and while doing so cleansing the woods."
"I am from the Uldoon but pass seeking herbs and things from time to time"
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"Are you in need of assistance, perchance?"
"Theres surely alot of activity in these woods.."
"He's managing well enough...Do you need assistance, Sel?"
"I'm quite fine...just soon need to leave these woods."
"Forgive me, where are my manners? I am Birch."
"Well met Birch. The name is Sel"
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance mister Sel and companion."
"Say..who do you work for?"
"A fair question, sir. I am in the employ of the Guide of Candlekeep."
"Do give Edelgarde my regards."
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Every choice we make matters.
Some foolish ones tend to delay from making a choice,
but sooner or later..they simply have to choose.
"Come . These folks do come to my bar..they wont bother me, and if your with me..they be smart not to bother you."
*Her nose wrinkles in displeasure as they step towards the town. She tugs the hood lower.*
"Aye I feel ya, this place a shite hole, and to think I almost choose to work for Meg"
*After spotting a hooded dark figure in a robe, he tells her * "Um ..keep followin me."
*As the hooded dark figure passed the pair in the darkness, it levels a rather intense stare over.*
*The woman moved closer to the bartender obviously at a discomfort from the stare of the masked figure*
"That was very unpleasant I feel like I need a bath."
"Like I said ..shite hole"
“There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past.
I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.
But each time I do, the more I feel like I need to sleep.”
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
"My favorite thing about touring,
is the new towns and new faces every day."
"That backpack looks ridiculous.."*The sounds of two new individuals bickering could be heard off in the distance in the Steeps* "Hey!"
*A two finger salute was given to the pair in greeting*
"This sod wants us to deliver packages but neglected to tell us where. "
"I greet you, stranger. "
"Ah, takin up work fer that bugger eh? "
"Aye."
"No wonder he's behind on his deliveries. No clear instructions or guidance. "
"Help us, kind sir. Or tell us how to get back to the graveyard."
"Graveyard? Foul place that. But yer gon' have to turn around."
"Head out the main gates in the East lower part of the City"
"We're new to the city, you may have guessed. "
*He reaches into one of his pockets. A moment later he pulled out a few bags of coins and tosses them to each of them*
"Here, best to get supplies and equipment in the farmland first. Seek the merchant name Blunt"
"I shall repay this with INTERE-- aaah! Too much coin!"
"I will take the coin, worry not. I pay for her expenses anyway."
"Smart fella" *The second bag was tossed to the man*
"Since your expenses began. Wo- okay, yes, this will do nicely. Thank you!"
"What am I supposed to even do with all of this coin?"
"What is your name, stranger?"
"The names Sel, I'm a bartender in Roaringshore, work at the Broken Goblet. " *He grins* "On spare time, come pay a visit eh?"
"We will! When we figure out where that is."
"Thank you Sel!"
*He grins and offers a nod* "Oh I'm quite sure you folks will find the Shore' soon enough." *He twitches his nose* "Better than this fokin lawful city if yer get my meanin. Too much bloody rules."
"Sounds like our kind of place."
"Have fun.."
"We will!"
Our world always have to have new. You have to keep feeding the audience's appetite for new faces and new talent, much like attracting new patrons to a tavern. It's the only way our world will feel refreshing. No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another. There is no exercise better for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up. You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you.
“There is nothing more beautiful than someone,
who goes out of their way to make life beautiful for others.
Because in the end, the return is always tenfold.”
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
“If you have a dream, don’t just sit there.
Gather courage to believe that you can succeed
and leave no stone unturned to make it a reality.”
We all want to live in a world where we can make a difference... That's why some of us fights the good fight. And we don't all wear masks these days, well most of us. I'm not good at the friends thing. I'm the human equivalent of one of those baby birds that fall out of a nest and then some nice person picks the baby bird up and puts it back. Except that now the baby bird smells all wrong. I think I smell wrong.
Even sometimes whispers from words in memory assaults my mind, causing the effects to lead to reflections if not revelations. Some voices clings to the wit far more than others, never always truly repeated in order, but sometimes randomly as if in a dream. People sometimes say, one persons dream is another persons nightmare. But I say, that's bloody impossible to tell because sometimes a dream ain't a dream nor is a nightmare really a nightmare.
"What ...its right up ....your alley?"
"You choose to abide by the rules regardless.."
"You have a mind of your own, your not a coward"
"I'm quite certain you have your likes and dislikes, but they do not effect your work mode"
"Your not like the others..."
"Do you miss your lover?"
"Lets get a ship"
"If you get a ship I'm taking it"
"Of course I miss you"
"You have to continue what you started"
"The Goblet needs you"
"Do you miss the City?"
"Sign the contract and your life will be that much easier"
"Sweet waters Light Laughter's.."
"Do you wish to learn?'
"Become one..."
There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but he must take it because conscience tells him it is right. Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness. Listen to it carefully. If you have a dream, don’t just sit there. Gather courage to believe that you can succeed and leave no stone unturned to make it a reality.
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
"Broken vows are like broken mirrors.
They leave those who held to them bleeding,
and staring at fractured images of themselves."
Baldur's Gate has refused to offer recompense for its violations of the Baldur's Gate-Darkhold Open Relations and Trade Treaty and the Baldur's Gate-Darkhold Famine Relief Treaty. So the word was spread. Is such word true? Does it matter if so? I bet to that Bone Witch in Darkhold it matters quite so. She must be quite angry. Now all trading companies and missions based out of Baldur's Gate are now forbidden from commerce with Darkhold missions or within Darkhold territory. Hell has no furry like a woman scorn they say. Don't make any promises that you can't keep. *He chuckles* She seemed timid but she holds a great amount of power. The Gates just might have made a slight mistake in how they handled that one. But oh well... *Sips rum from a goblet* nae my business. Well I always say, a contract is only as good as the people signing it.
Guess in some roads in the north, there will soon be reports of a'lot of mishaps. Banditry and tribes? Oh..it surely wont be safe. Some poor ol sod is going to become one of the first victims to political bullshite. Gods I so glad I never care for such stuff.
And its quite dangerous at night up north ..tsk tsk..guess soon I will be hearing more interesting bloody rumors. Oh but wait..Pike left me word Ash seems to be in need to talk with me. Guess I will make it a point to see if she returns. Wonder what shes been up too..last I spoke with her..we had a private discussion, something important, something intriguing, but then I bloody got sick. Oh well, if its still important I'm quite sure she will come around the Goblet, then again I work in the Shore, and in the Shore often interesting things happens...one ..thing...or ...another... *He drains his goblet finishing his rum then sets it on the bar* Guess I go change and see what interesting folks comes by.
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
“Let go of the mistakes and the sins of others.
You'll have plenty of time to make your own mistakes,
the rest of your life to commit your own sins.”
Sometimes the smallest things are so damn unforgivable. Maybe because they aren't small they only seem that way to someone else. You never know what someone holds scared until it's too late. A holy man would say to each and everyone of us, we hold sin within our hearts. Things of temptations are normally the clear evidence of such a statement. That overwhelming desire that makes you interested or long for something you do not have. At what point is the breaking point? At what moment is it okay to cease resisting to what you believe in your mind is right versus to quench the thirst of your desires?
If we were born with the feeling to need something , should be deprive ourselves ? Or do we indulge? The heart can crave what the bodies does not, the body can crave what the heart does not. Is there ever a middle ground? Why do we thirst? Why do we need more? Why doesn't it ever seems to be enough?
The heart never feels remorse for falling in love. The body never feels remorse for falling to desires. But the heart will feel remorse for the body falling into desires, and the body will feel remorse for the heart falling in love. The only way I can assume to prevent such complications, is to simply remove my eyes, for that way I will never look upon anything captivating or enticing.
Surely our creators jested when making us in such the way. For it is torment in my mind with such things like restricting ones desires. The heart beats like war drums and invigorates the blood at the thought of the one that claims it. But when your left alone so long, the body often desires strongly to remind ones self, that they are not alone. And as each days passes , those overwhelming feelings grow in strength.
The bartender of the Broken Goblet would tell you..
"Angles and Demons tend to play a funny game whisperin' in yer ears,
and messin with yer bloody head. Surely ain't nothin more fustratin in da world,
than that bloody thin' called temptations. If yer ain't got the Will to resist, yer
world gonna be crumblin 'round you slowly while laughin at yer."
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
"What I like most about the Shore',
is how we got the life of freedom that motivates folks
to act how they want and do wha they want."
The Broken Goblet is a seedy tavern that serves the majority of pirates and other rowdy or cheeky folks. A tavern with few rules where nearly anything goes. And most of all, patrons that come here know how to have fun in the Shore'st of ways. The smell of ale and rum heavy in the air, the smoke assaults nostrils with its sea sweat smells. Where toothless grins and heavy bosoms flaunt in a night of wild carousing!
What's the difference between the Broken Goblet to those of other taverns? I'd tell ye, other than leaving mannerism at the front door, tis the beautiful goblets themselves. Why no tavern this side of the coast have such exquisite vassals filled with a patrons favorable drink! And to add to color..the folks around here know how to have fun! Where a pretty lass with a tricon would pull men from around the bar to dance the night away with drunken breaths and flinging sweat while sweet little minstrels preform songs of tales and shanty's in skimpy outfits to please the drunks!
A sure place where yer see orcs tusky drools and bare thighs to keep the crowd wantin more. Even exotic little drow's tend to come around every now and then showin their selves to indulge in the ways and culture of the Shore', or to seek a good word. Live for today and let tomorrow come later I say, life is supposed to be fun after all. When folks want a big mountain of a half orc to dance with, the Broken Goblet is one place to be. If lasses want to see a bartender also be an entertainer, the Broken Goblet is surely the place to be. If yer want pretty lasses of all sorts that got the sternest of the hardiest of dwarves, the Broken Goblet is the place to be.
But just don't be thinkin to come into the Goblet to insult patrons and pirates and employees.
Cause most lived a hard life and they wont think twice to cut yer throat and feed ye to the Shore' dogs.
Cause those dogs has tasted man flesh.
And some of the employee's of the Broken Goblet ain't really human..
According to some rumors...
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
"On the contrary. I find them very interesting. It's why I stay silent and let you speak."
"That makes some sense."
"When one learns of where someone has been, then one can more fully understand why they are where they are now.
"My mother taught me lessons that I hold dear."
"I never knew my mother."
"I finally got away from my mother."
You'll meet all kinds of folks at the goblet. Seems those with the most interesting stories are those you're least likely to learn. You never know who might be standing near you. Pirates, of course, are a dime a dozen. Barbarians, druids, tieflings, fey, bards . . . and all at the same time sometimes.
As always, the best way to learn is by listening. Those who talk miss the details. And those who listen sometimes say more than people realize.
By listening, you might find out that you've know a chief for a long time. Or learn how an accused is innocent. Or how someone is guilty. . .
"Now this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky,
And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die."
- Rudyard Kipling
"Most people don't walk around knowing what other people think about them,
and I don't think it's healthy to know what faceless strangers who you'll never meet say about you."
"Aye, that was the opinion of Rose and Mathilde."
"Their opinions equal to a pair of jesters! Wait, where did such topics stem from?"
"I am capable of forming my own... that's just what seemed to be the assumption of others."
"What's your opinion?"
"Hmmm... you want to be seen as a handsy bartender but that is not all there is. I am uncertain how much of it is an act. Meaning that you want people to see you in a certain way but to me it seems there is more to it. You either use it as a shield or a cover. It reflects attention. People only focus on the part you want them to." *She's dangerous*
*..she looks at him, studies him. Her blue eyes surprisingly sharp...*
"The lady elf attempts to see within. Tell me, did you see anything?" *Just how perspective is she I wonder?*
"What is it that you are looking for? Someone else?
Yourself? Pieces of yourself? The things you carry, do they weigh much?
How deep do the wounds run? What are you afraid of?
Has anyone asked how are you and actually meant it?" *She's fishing*
"Whom I look for is long past gone for over a decade, I couldn't quite find myself,
because sometimes I'm not quite sure who I am. Pieces of myself? I'm quite whole.
As far as how am I?..I feel like I'm running out of time.."
"Your shell is whole but your soul is not." *Oh so close but not close enough*
I have been finding treasures in places I did not want to search. I have been hearing wisdom from tongues I did not want to listen. I have been finding beauty where I did not want to look. And I have learned so much from journeys I did not want to take. I have learned that miracles are only called miracles because they are often witnessed by only those who can can see through all of life's illusions. And one of the most dreadful things that I have learned in my human life, is only if you are truly ready to taste bitterness most foul, are you then ready to be able to say , I am ready to see what really exists on other side, what exists behind the blinds, and taste all the ugly fruit instead of all that looks right, plump and ripe. Because more often than naught, the truth in things is never as sweet as predicted.
Most misinterpretations in the world could be avoided if people would simply take the time to ask, "What else could this mean?”
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
and staff, hat's off to you all. Don't ever feel what you do or what you create is never appreciated. Somewhere in this blimey community, there are people who do enjoy and make use of what you all create. It's a daunting task that you all have, its not your fault if peoples expectations is so high. Some simply tend to forget how old this game is. And that may well be, because of all the custom content you all have created. So I say to you all..
