“Success is not final, failure is not fatal,
it is the courage to continue that counts.”
When you have companions that are willing to go with you to places of chaos an calamity only to ensure your safety and that you succeed in your quest, what do you call that? Bravery? Courage? Blind Stupidity? In the view of my own eyes, I'd call it loyalty. My companions and I with hardly any supplies for venture, had traveled far south seeking the most fiery of places. We battled duegars , elementals hell hounds , devils and even a pit fiend. Yet to what end? I had not found what I had sought for, and there was only one last place to check, and that was far north to the Grey Peaks.
It was the one place I had wish we had not needed to venture too, for I knew I was risking the lives of my companions. Yet they followed without protesting. Without the purpose of seeking treasures nor fame, we traveled by teleportation to close the distance, we took short and dangerous routes, and even too caravan rides.
From ambushing Fire giants to hungry hell hounds, we fought our way to the highest peak and then prepared for a great battle, a battled with a Balor.
The fight was intense, coming with little preparations. Booming roars and foul magic blasting towards with the intent to kill. I've fought this demon many ol times, only to seek its treasures and run off with what my arms could carry. But not this time. Nae this time, I came for a different purpose, and I don't intend to leave this bloody mountain until I was sure what I wanted, was either in my possession or it was no where to be found. However this time, the risk was fruitful. After the Balor was rendered unconscious, the entire area was searched and even its body. And around its neck I found what I came for. The amulet was yanked from its thick bull neck and I gave the nod to the others that business was done here.
The bartender and his companions returned back to Roaringshore to rest at the Swordarms Inn. He had but one thought while he held a particular item in hand.
"I owe them greatly."
“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."
“You can either be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure.
It all depends on how you view your life.”
1345 DR
"You've come far my boy and you always continue to please. All your efforts never went unnoticed. Just because you heard nothing, did not mean there was nothing. Your priceless to me boy, and you have earned your place. Take this of what you have earned and remember, every time you look upon it, you will cherish all my words to you that was ever spoken to you."
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Present day 6th Mirtul 1359 DR. He sat in the office with his boots crossed resting upon the old wooden table. The door was locked, and there were none around to disturb him. The moment was quiet, no songs, no bickering, no carouse, no patrons. He held the item within two fingers, inspecting the feint markings, and the lost quality it once held after being lost for so long. The wonder of what adventures itself had over a decade. How it became lost was a mystery, many rumors, many tales. Always questionably and very resenting. But now ...now that it was in his grasp, now that it was in his possession once again after so many years, those thought no longer mattered. It wasn't the lost quality or the lack of enhancement that was of any importance nor did it matter. It was the history, the lore of it. That was far more cherishing than any amount of coins or magical trinkets. Steady dark brown orbs for eyes continued looking, memorized he was with a mind full of memories of the past and present.
The faint smile slowly formed upon his face. An accomplishment indeed it was, but he knew he did not recover enough. There were more, lost and scattered around the Coast. But he intended to find as much as he possibly could. Such a thing meant everything! He tilted his head back and pushed the front of his hair back as he took a deep breath and let out a sigh. The feeling and knowledge was satisfying yet his thirst wasn't completely quenched. But his mood was sure the best of moods he's had over the past couple of years. A flip of a hand, a flick of a finger, the item was tossed up spinning in the air. Keen eyes watched it flipping while ascending, it seemed to had been in slow motion, the mark of tarnish, the areas of pristine, the tiny notches where so vivid and clear. When it descended a dark hand caught it with graceful ease and he slipped it away on his person. He took one more slow and deep breath before speaking out the following statement to himself or was it to himself?...
"Now I have fully returned home mother. Disappointing that you were not here, but I know you would be proud of me. I've always held you in my thoughts and heart, and I will forever cherish your teachings and comforts. When you first found me I was put a bleeding mess on the brink of death. You saved me from that fate, you've saved me from myself, and you even saved me from a God. Be well and be safe where ever you are. And you have my word that this will never be lost again. That is my promise and you know the quality of my promise."
Boots lifted up off the table and the bartender stood from his seat. Mind full of memories over decades old, and such thoughts did nothing to reduce the smile upon his face. In fact, it widen it.
Personal tales from the Broken Goblet
“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 is nothing which has yet been contrived by man,
by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern."
In the early hours of a new day within the tavern known as the Broken Goblet, a pair of travelers had arrived one by one. It was a nice change when the bartender could tend to new patrons. Faces he was familiar with, faces he's seen grow over the years. There's nothing better to the him than seeing faces of years past still coming around the present day. It always told him that this part of the Sword Coast still have reasons for people to return. Even if those people were faces he did not have names too.
"Welcome to the Broken Goblet, whats yer poison?"
"I surely dont want any poison, but water would be fine."
"Oi, this be the Broken Goblet, folks come here fer me Ale, or me Rum, why water?!"
It never ceases to amaze me when a patron comes in asking for water. I can recall thrice such a thing. One simply asked for water, after realizing that was what he simply needed. A man that looked like he was simply tired of the regular routine of the world. Another was a woman who rarely drank any such alcohol. And the other who feared to drink anything from me given the atmosphere of the tavern, as if the drink would be dirty or poisoned. However this patron who stood before me today, was simply a woman that cared for her health, one who held her morals in high regard.
As the day turned into night, patrons came and patrons go. The bartender's shift was over and he left the charge back to Captain Pike. He pulled off his apron then whistled for his dog to follow him home. Exhausted and tired, they soon reached the docks, and jumped on the dinghy and rowed to the Sparrowhawk. The breath of fresh sea air blew upon them, the sounds of the ocean was memorizing. Soon after a clean bath and a hearty meal, the bartender laid himself to rest in his bed. He tossed and turn at first with curiosity, wonderin why the bed felt cold. Similar to the other night, when his bed smelt like a matron he knew. Gods, he couldn't wait to have his home fixed.
After his deep slumber he got up trimming his beard then took another bath. He dressed himself in his work clothes once again, and made himself something quick to eat. After the meal and after another take in of the fresh ocean air, he boarded the dinghy with his dog and headed for the docks. He chin nodded to pirates along the way to the tavern, and suddenly a wide grin formed upon his face for he could hear the sound of a lovely song playing from within.
"Just when I thought it be a slow day, the world blesses me with more work to do. Gods, did I ever tell you all, that I fok'n luv the Shore?"
“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."
“Not only is the world stranger than we think,
it is stranger than we can think.”
"Sometimes I feel, anything out of the pirate village of Roaringshore is far too strange to my liking. The south and their bloody prissy or noble ways or the north and their dark cultures."
*The bartender sat in his chair with a tilted head, and a quill resting in-between fingers as he thought of the difference between the north and south. And reflecting on the encounter with a ebony skinned elf moments ago.*
"What's with these chimney elves? Just when I thought I figured them out, theirs always one that is quite separated from the rest."
*The quill elegantly danced upon a blank page of his log book, four words he wrote while ending it with a question mark. It would read "Why Chimney Elves Complicated?"
"I know a Captain within the Shore, who use to quite fancy the dark ones. Claims ta have a very pleasant experience. I highly doubt I'm meetin the types he's met."
*The thought soon lead his mind to wonder of a woman close to him. He set's down his quill and side glances to a miniature statue on the nearby shelf and uttered a few words*
"Hmm, tis about time you would make an appearance."
*The bartender of the Broken Goblet stood up from his seat and headed over to the bar inspecting his stock of rum before heading to the built kitchen to ensure that as well was properly stocked. A twitch of his nose from a rising smell and he glances down inspecting the rotting carcasses' .*
"Hmm..tis about time, I get those flushed out."
*He said as he waved the air in front of him to bat away some buzzing flies. He then climbed the stairs to the top deck and jumped in the dingy to return to the docks of the Shore, to find hired hands*.
“Strange how complicated we can make things just to avoid showing what we feel!”
“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."
"Ships on vigor of the waves are skimming
Barren summits to the verdant plains
Each horizon is a new beginning
Rise and reign
Far from the Fjords and the ice cold currents
Ravens soar over new frontiers
Songs and sagas of a fate determined
Shields and spears"
The smell of rum and dark ale, was heavy and thick in the air within the Broken Goblet. He stood there behind the bar next to Captain Pike as he held a precious glass goblet in his hand, wiping it carefully and clean admiring the craftmanship of the metal stem. He periodically glances around the tavern watching each patron, enjoy their drunken state and speak or laugh about tales or of the latest of rumor's with in the Shore.
"Vows of favour or the thrill of plunder
Pull together for the clan and kin
Clank of hammers and the crash of thunder
Pound within"
The wonder of which Captain and crew would rise to the open seat of Roaringshores royal soon became a thought. How goes efforts he wonder and how often will these crews come into the Goblet to order a goblet. Thus far its been Captain of the Hellstorms that frequents whom always pays a round for all the patrons. He remembers a masked pirate that hailed Blackstone Front proudly. But that one seemed quite strange for a pirate. He's heard talks of the raid by the Tyrhang Reavers. Thus far they seem to be gaining the edge. And what about fourth? This other one with man of principle he's heard of? Is he even a likely candidate? Doesn't sound like he's a brutal sort.
"Oh-ho-oh
The echoes of eternity
Oh-ho-oh..
..Oh-ho-oh
To pluck the strings of destiny
Oh-ho-oh"
The bartender continued his work behind the bar while simply waiting for patrons to enter to order a drink, or tell a tale or two. After all, it's what gave him entertainment.
“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."
“The most terrifying part was that the evil dwelling in those eyes,
could've gone unnoticed by many.”
A nishruu - also known as an eater of magic, was a large, misty creature, which was originally from another plane. Bloody horrid.
Time and time again I get pulled into ventures, get asked to explore places. I would grumble, I would groan, I'd do nearly anything to refrain from such things, only because I feel over the fourteen years that I had lived in these lands, I've had my share. I'd much rather sit in a tavern having a drink or serving a drink and listening to the many adventures from others. I've had my time, I've had my experiences. And I bloody hate running into things that don't bleed.
But more so than hating things that dont bleed, are things too old or ancient or something I've never seen before. Fighting off a group of Hobgoblins where little effort. Even as they came in masses, they bled and if they bled, it means they can die. But even before the dust could settle..before we could rest or even catch our break. The ground shook...
Deep with the Reaching Woods, was an ancient ruin of long past. Vegetation and even flowers coated the ruins masking away its dark past. The many vines and tangling roots sometimes made it difficult to walk. What was this place? What history does it have?. Besides the ambushing hobgoblins and the troublesome vines. The place had a beauty of its own or so I thought.
Skeletons, shadows, shades and ghouls are all from the same category to me. They don't bleed. Thus..disgusting. I've seen things in graved yards? Old crypts, and even places in the Underdark. But these things, I've never seen before.
Never before had I ever had to resort to so much wards and spells. The ancient shadow like things came in swarm! We fought, the companions I was with , gave it their all. Thinking to use spells like any other typical undead thing. Yet..these were not like any undead things. They approached slowly, with still flesh upon their bodies. Lack of hair, red of eyes. And just when you thought they were slow like zombies....they rushed!.
It felt as almost nothing as far as magic worked! But the Shadows things where not even the main problem. Something was with them, something else, I've never seen. A priestess with divine spells was confused because her spells had no effect. And that was because her very magic was being stripped and eaten away by this very creature. I have never seen such a thing before. To think, a creature that eats magic! The Shadows like figures and this other thing swarmed upon us. It was overwhelming. Magic missiles had little effect. I had to do whatever I could possible do to cause a distraction so that I could help the wounded and get them to safety.
One thing is for sure. We awoken something, something very nasty.
((DM Archon Event!))
“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."
A Drow female with braided hair has been frequenting the goblet recently. She seems to like getting drunk often on whiskey, and is developing a problem with challenging pirates to going into the basement where both emerge bloodied. People notice Mitheera flashes wicked grins at a single particular tavern keep whom she continuely threatens with bodily harm but can't bring herself to actually go so far as to hit him.
The dark elf is gaining a reputation for taking a perverse enjoyment in taking things slightly to far and many a pirate emerge with broken bones, noses, and deliberately inflicting injuries below the belt.
She typically ends her time in the Goblet by slamming her bloodied fists on the counter demanding her drink. All the while daring the same bar keep to try to cut her off. Mitheera typically returns to the inn a drunken bloody mess where she tends to cry herself to unconsciousness. She sleeps with her hand firmly clutching her humming dagger under her pillow.
All she can think about is wanting to kill the demon, and taking revenge on Lolth's clergy. It seems in her guilt, loneliness and depression she's given into the bottle and a most certainly unhealthy addiction for bar room brawls. She misses her sisters immensely and it's eating away at her self control.
Mithy is also extremely afraid at this point to pray to Eilistraee so she can heal herself. She doesn't dare try out of fear the goddess won't hear her and rightly in her mind deny the spells needed to mend herself.
“And now you'll be telling stories
of my coming back
and they won't be false, and they won't be true
but they'll be real”
Leather boots touched down on the planks. Light strides in the direction of the hill soon lead the man to the nearest tavern called the Broken Goblet. His coat flaps from the strong winds, a nod to locals, a nod to enforces, and a forearm claps to guards and bouncers. He pulled out his keys and headed to the office to set down some of his belongings. He went over ledgers and inventory logs, until he was up to date then set off to the market.
We were evolving into something greater, perhaps too much for our own good. And one thing always remained as I moved on. I saved a little bit of rum just in case you would ever return home.
Trades made, coins collected and stored all the while glancing around for the black beard that sent promises for his head. He has spent time in the Undercellar, but he had missed the Shore and the Goblet and wanted to return home. After his business in the market headed to the docks to secure away some things in his ship.
If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now and when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong.
If today is not your day,
then be happy
for this day shall never return.
And if today is your day,
then be happy now
for this day shall never return.
“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."
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift....”
"It's after hours. Surely, men congregating at this hour can't have noble intentions in their hearts."
The man was surely correct. It was dark in the late hours in Soubar. The one place I've always called a bloody shite hole. But congregating was indeed what was happening this very night. Like the cloud of darkness that embraces all within its shadows, men and woman from the north had gathered. People with titles, people in high positions in their own rights, and I seem to happen upon them.
"I assume they're looking to commit bloodshed,....Interesting faces around Soubar these days...."
"Is it not always just that? A key part of Soubar's charm is its fascinating citizenry and visitors."
"Um..we better get goin be'fer the Bone lady disintegrates him or sumthin.."
"Hmm, a group this big, I may not learn anything. Not really looking to get loot over experience this time. I'll back out on the Greypeak trip and head to the Yuan-ti's."
"Are we all going?"
"It would seem so."
I normally say everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody. But this very night, darkness had surly shunned out any light in Soubar. And things didn't even get started yet.
"...in the presence of Dark Royalty this gone be interestin!"
"Sel ..blades."
"I would appreciate a tortoise spell, if you will give it..."
"As you wish, my lady"
Moments Later...
Spells unleashed, as incantations were called forth in all directions! Grunts and curses spat out as blades sliced into the flesh of the Balor! Giants fell like grain sacks, elementals easily disintegrated as if they were a mere nuisance. The howling roar of pain from the Balor cried out in a booming thunder high above the Grey Peaks! The battle was fierce yet calculating! Magic was hurled with the intent to kill and there was no holding back. All eyes some glowing, were focused and determined to win the fight by a show of reckoning! The Balor was too confused, it had tried to pick out a single target but he couldn't ignore the incoming onslaught. These were not people adventuring to put down evil, nae..they were a group intent on showing that their evilness was more fierce!
"Look at where your dispels got you. Right back to the hells!"
In but a short moment later, the howling scream of the defeated Balor echo'd down the steep path of the Grey peaks. The group dashed forth making their way down the hill after with a blood lust that made them slay anything in their path without so much as a question, even if those things never wanted to engage. Fire Giants greatswords were quickly disarmed, the mages had no time to set off a spell. The only thing left in their wake, was the charring remains of what was left in their wake...
Ah Soubar; sweet Soubar.
"Very smooth."
"An honor it was to venture wit ya folks ....Well then..its been a pleasure. Gonna head back to my ship and wash up. Stay savvy hmm?"
"May your path be free of the shadow of death; for now!"
"Good seeing you, Sel."
"Enjoy the sea, Sel."
"Thanks for your company, Sel."
"Oh! Say hi to Moon for me, if you see her. Also, tell Mitheera I am seeking her. If you see her."
The ocean's winds blew at him, he felt refreshed after a proper washing. The flapping sounds of the black flag heard behind him, gulls and their avian cries heard from high above. He closed his journal after making the latest of entries. He tucked it away in his dark coat and scanned the horizon.
"Very interesting experience indeed. Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."
“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."
In the distant sea, feeling the oceans air I can truly say I enjoy what's before me. The cries of seagulls high above the blue sky with the sound of the ocean waves breaking, sets a mind in an memorizing trance. I see now how everyone can claim what's their paradise. Be it the woodland folk and their cherished forests, or dwarves who fancy a high mineral mines. Or the little halflings in their comforting hills. I myself had always found comfort when my boots rested upon cobbled streets. But had it not been for a sea loving lass, I would never had grown an interest for the sea. One of these days I will make it a point to find that Dja and thank her for the experience.
She was a sailor with alot of grit who always made a pair of boots look good. Once a lover, twice a friend but forever a sailor. Even though things had not been everlasting I had never forgotten what she shared, the love of the seas. I admit it was part of the reason I made the Shore my home. The other part was due to generation of prissy folks in the city of Baldurs. I couldnt take it anymore. I had to be away from them. Not all made me feel such, but a good majority did.
But the Shore had it's own appeal. And the Broken Goblet was everything fun and more. How I loved the many patrons that frequent the place. Nothing was quite exciting than the nights in the Goblet. I long to return, but that will have to wait. And the waiting won't be too long.
The Bartender, the Slippery Bastard, the Wonderer, the Man of Rumors, the Vabriant tiefling's Lover, was aboard his ship called the Sparrowhawk and riding with the wind on a journey only he would know. Even though he was away from Roaringshore, it did not mean he's forgotten the many unfinished business left waiting. As soon as he returns like always, he will see unfinished business concluded by any means necessary. Thus the way of the bartender of the Broken Goblet.
What was initial, may be long term.
What was just once, may indeed happen twice.
What was an understanding, may be amended.
What was a longing, may be a longing quenched.
What may be new experiences, maybe a new beginning.
What may be missed, will sure be experienced.
What was started, will be finished...
“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 isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...
It's about learning to dance in the rain.”
There's always another storm. It's the way the world works. Snowstorms, rainstorms, windstorms, sandstorms, and firestorms. Some are fierce and others are small. You have to deal with each one separately, but you need to keep an eye on whats brewing for tomorrow.
After many days missing, a familiar ship that was waited for by a few merchants was sighted on the horizon, accompanied by a much sleeker one. In the end, a Privateer Ship was hired to find it and so it did...
...However, as the ship enters the harbour, it becomes apparent what had transpired.
The main mast was gone. There are many scorch marks and several large holes in the hull. Once it docks in the Harbour, and guards along with the merchants board the ship, they are met with only remnants of the original crew. By their word, they were intercepted by a black ship flying a pirate flag. Their captain refused to give up everything they've got, so a fight ensued during which most of the crew were slaughtered. Those who surrendered were left to die on the ship- having no means to travel without the mast and sails.
When asked who did this, all they can say is "It was this man... Dun or Doon? A terrible man..."
As a man step onto the docks of Roaringshore, his boots clean, his coat crisp, all of the metal buckles polished. With his hair washed and a savvy smile upon his face, he makes his way up to the market in the isolated village, giving a charming two finger salute to the locals as he passes by. Any sailors that had came form the harbor of Baldur's would speak the rumors of a wayward ship. With a curious expression and a slight grin the bartender concludes his business in the market and headed to the Broken Goblet to report in to Captain Pike. A bottle of rum and a goblet after, the bartender not yet in his apron, would make his leave for the dingy that would take him to the harbor of Baldur's.
*So it appears Admiral Doon made his first move interesting fella*
“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."
Blue dragons, also known as storm dragons, were orderly creatures and are unusual for chromatics in that they keep fairly well-ordered, hierarchical societies. They were more likely to be mocking and manipulative than out rightly cruel or murderous to 'lesser' creatures, aided greatly by their natural talents for hallucination. They were infamous for tricking desert travelers into drinking sand or going miles out of their way to avoid nonexistent dust basins. Their breath weapon was a line of lightning or a large electrical discharge.
Sometimes I wonder if my head upon my shoulders is truly right. How do I seem to always get put in situations that I seem to risk my own bloody neck. Dragons!? The size of his bugger! I merely forgot how or why we even got here. It was a costly meeting, one I really dont wish to repeat. Even my barmaid moved behind me . I see what shes doing, intent on using me as shield in the event we piss the ancient one off. What a way to wake up from a campsite! The dragons mere shadow engulfed us like the clouds to a sun!
"Um you try talking to it.."
"Oh, it's bigger than I thought."
"Bigger they are means the older ...and more powerful.."
"You know, I always make bad first impression. How about you go first?"
"Oi, thought your job to protect me?!"
"Don't worry, I will be right behind you."
*Gasps* "Its moving!"
"Um ..excuse me ol mighty and glorious dragon...might we have a word with you?"
"NOT LIKELY."
"Shite..."
* ..a claw flicks out...*
"Um, Sel? Are you alright?"
"..im blimey nervous lass..hes fokin huge!"
What did the bartender and the barmaid and the dragon have to discuss? That is only for them to know for no one other then the corpse of dog faced goblinoids were around the massive green field. Was it by chance or luck that the man and woman manage to walk away unscathed? The bartender would say..
"Meeting a blue dragon that old was about the most costly meeting I ever had to endure, by all accounts!"
“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."
“How can the past and future be, when the past no longer is,
and the future is not yet? As for the present,
if it were always present and never moved on to become the past,
it would not be time, but eternity. People do not seem to realize,
that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.”
"I get the feeling he may naught be done with you Mr. Sel so you best remain vigilant."
"Well between a devil and a group of pirates that want me dead, I might as well enjoy my life before any conclusions of either of them right?"
"I suppose. Though perhaps you should consider settling down and finding an alternative profession that doesn't involve surrounding yourself with suspicious individuals."
"Oh dear, that almost sounded like a caring tone, careful dont want more rumors to spread luv."
Earlier that day...
"You sound like a man that's given up his search for long lost treasure."
"But I've played dumb and ignorant enough in regards. I've been able to breath somewhat. Why you wish to seek it is beyond me, but perhaps your made of more sterner stuff than you appear"
"I seek the destruction of the very entity you mentioned"
"So what you're telling me..... approached you and attempted to solicit your services? How long ago was this?"
"Long ago ..during the time the Gods were in turmoil give or take. He wanted me to continue finding this teasure that which the other elf woman was suppose to do. He didnt ask nicely..."
"So you speculate he still lingers near Nashkel?"
"He did say my life depended on finding the lost treasures. Already told him I cant and that I'm at a lost"
"They want something down there very bad."
No one knows what he himself is made of, except his own spirit within him, yet there is still some part of him which remains hidden even from his own spirit, but the Gods know everything about a human being because it was they that have made us...Let me, then, confess what I know about myself, and confess too what I do not know, because what I know of myself I know only because you shed light on me, and what I do not know I shall remain ignorant about until my darkness becomes like bright noon before your face.
"Well..I do hope when its my turn that I am in need of something..I could expect another sit down with your lovely self."
"You know where to find me Mr. Sel, you're naught the only person who often comes to me to be heard or seek my counsel for various reasons"
"The thing about desires is its always a burning longing, but like a stem to a rose, its quite difficult to grasp. Farewell Lady ......, may you rest a rest of a queen."
It ever a patron asked the bartender of the Broken Goblet what he thought about confessions, he would say to them..
“Just because somethin isn't a lie does nae mean that it isn't deceptive.
A liar knows that he is a liar,
but one who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive is a craftsman of destruction.”
“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."
“Innocence could be lost more than once after all.”
Sometimes even I question the hearts of men and woman. I've always considered people to be most dangerous. Yet sometimes people can be more scary than the darkest of creatures that walk amongst us. What makes a person defile a child's resting place? How much evil must rest within the hearts of such a person. Sir Billy's Tomb just outside of the Friendly Arms, a boy knighted, a boy whos life was taken by the hands of the God of Murder. I've never met the boy myself, for I had fled the Coast during the time. But some of the names etched in stone were people I once knew well. I will never claim myself to be a righteous man, but when it comes to children I couldnt strike one down, nor could I bring myself to defile a child's tomb. That is a crime with a punishable most sincere.
"OH my ...whats happening?"
"Receive my most humble respects. I have come to pray here, as an altar and a sacrifice were brought to this place, in the name of the Tyrant. So I came to pray for peace for the young Knight, William "Billy" Williams."
"Ah, that, I've heard such has been happening. Seems someone or someone's has a very perverted mind."
"Often, such actions and ends come after fear, suffering, loss or anxiety... When those take hold, and when dark powers whispers promise of power to remove them.. or become stronger than they are...Minds can collapse, and mists can cloud judgment. Often.. this is the path of those who give Faith in the Dark Gods."
"However..dont let it slip the mind that whom ever is defiling the place..might be someone else entirely , and they just wish to stir trouble amongst others."
"It is most kind of you to express care and attention for him. Thank you dearly."
"Dont mistaken me Priestess. There's a list of names whom even I would wish death upon them. But never a child. I have more morals than that. Children are our future Priestess. It is they the ones what till fix our mistakes."
"I vow a special care to children, and I understand that while your path might be different, your care for them is humbling."
"Farewell Priestess."
“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."
