The Broken Goblet

[selhan]

Dinner on a Sparrowhawk

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do,
than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.”

Air Genasi - An Air Genasi see themselves as the inheritors of the sky, the wind and the very air of the world. They appear mostly human, with one or two unusual traits reflecting their quasi-elemental nature, such as a light blue color to their skin or hair, a slight breeze in their presence at all times, or flesh that is cool to the touch. And I had one on my ship.

Very expensive, I like it! So, Sel, what exactly do you do with this ship of yours? Any daring missions, perhaps a bit of raiding here and there?

"Raidin? Nae, Treasure hunting.." *He smiled Yes..in fact was only a few ol tendays ago , took her out through a dangerous storm in search for lost treasure. We found wot we lookin for too.! Never seen so many gems!"

Oh, that must have been bracing! Sailing through a storm! You know, I do have several ways of controlling wind myself... I wonder if I could make this ship exceed its already high speed with the proper weaving...

"It was, a normal person would had evaded it, but we were being guided by a magical compass. We put our trust in the compass and it sought us through"

Ah, even better! Nobody ever gets anything without a bit of risk. And I do find storms in particular to be very lovely.

"Oh why is that?"

I could open portals to the Elemental Plain of Air, and summon living wind to fill your sails...Storms and great winds resonate with my very being.

"Will have to keep that noted."

Perhaps next time you go on an adventure, you could make little me tag along, yes?

"Will do." ....."So tell me, wot else yer be doin besides walking up on men bathing at waterfalls ?"

I always find it interesting how much many no longer seem to like coming to Roaringshore, yet some still do. There will always be rough days and easy ones. Like a ship, we must sail through both. After all when all seems to be against you, remember, a ship sometimes has to sail against the current, not with it. It's logical to think one doesn't command wind in the direction it blows, but one commands a ship in the direction it sails. But with magic you can bend such logic. But with an Air Genasi, I can damn well command the winds in my sails. Now that's a savvy thought. Guess I will be keep'n this one around. For the Shore.

[selhan]

The Realm I know



“The rich and the poor truly are from different realms,
one has adapted to become an expert in material forfeit;
the other has forfeited all they are to material,
and thus is enslaved, by it.”





All my life, I have been strangely, vividly conscious of another region—not far removed from our own world in one sense, yet wholly different in kind—where great things go on unceasingly, where immense and terrible personalities hurry by, intent on vast purposes compared to which earthly affairs, the rise and fall of nations, the destinies of empires, the fate of armies and continents, are all as dust in the balance.

But it is here in the Sword Coast that I make it my region, my place of dwelling, the place I call home. For over a decade I've seen many changes, the growth and fall of populations. From tales of greatness to the most pitiful. Where men and woman born from strife or nothing, become wealthy with admirable reputations. I wont lie to myself, the city of Baldurs Gate is massive and holds its own beauty and greatness. Even if it was a grand city built by the hands of pirates and farmers. I am a Roaringshore man , have been for the past two years and I have seen change, and seen sides I never thought I would ever have. I've had my fun, and still do . I've met many people strange and grand, friendly and dangerous, honorable and deceitful.



I am a man that believes magic is what you make of it. I am in control of my own destiny and demise. And I enjoy watching people. People with their own goals and ambitions if any. It pains my heart when I see they had a glow of inspiration in their eyes, only for it to be short lived by one disappointment or another. I blame the lack of motivation more often than naught. I respect those with dedication that can be defined as relentless.

A place where the talks in taverns could be fulfilling, where untold stories could be shared around campfires, where powers of darkness never stops trying to mold the world into their view, where the side of light struggles to keep the darkness at bay, murder, mayhem, where conflict can take fruit by the smallest of disagreements, or be snuffed out by the strongest bonds of allegiances, where horrors of all kinds could make nightmares seem but dreams,



....This is the Realm I live in.

[selhan]

Pouring in Goblets



Imagine that you traveled all over the world, looking for happiness, looking for thrills to pass the time. Imagine seeing everything there is to see and still not finding happiness. Well, that would give you a very bleak outlook on life, would it not? There are many things a man can wonder, and the wonders of a man can appear to be limitless, if they are even a man at all.



I may not be one that has traveled the world, but the world that I have traveled I am content with. The salty breeze, the carousing patrons, the smell of rum is a world I find myself most comfortable with. To a man such as I, a world like so, is a world I can call me home. I've seen and met many that entered down the dais and made a grand entrance to their own accord. Let it be one of renown interest, a foolish attempt, I enjoy it nonetheless.



Only in the Broken Goblet, would I invite a man who made an attempt to pinch my coin purse. Not because his skills were flawless, for it was anything but. However the for such a man to make such attempts, is a man I consider one with potential. Potential to be a patron of the Broken Goblet. Lets just hopes he keeps his fingers to himself, because in the Shore, a man can loose his fingers for far less.



Even though two years has past and I near the third, I still continue to pour drinks into the remarkable crafted goblets. There more then mere vessels that hold the delectable drink that soothes ones throat. They are an icon of many stories, many memories and many glorious moments . Moments indeed glorious by standards of the pirate village called Roaringshore.

[selhan]

Twisting Reflections

“It's a most distressing affliction,
to have a sentimental heart,
and a skeptical mind.”

I believe that truth has only one face, that of a violent contradiction. Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted. The Ministry of Peace concerns itself with war, the Ministry of Truth with lies, the Ministry of Love with torture and the Ministry of Plenty with starvation. These contradictions are not accidental, nor do they result from from ordinary hypocrisy, they are deliberate exercises in doublethink. But happens when your asked to do just that? Their reasons sound by all angles and forms, their plea is sincere and look upon you as their last ray of hope? Would a man like me given in to such pleading eyes? To go against what is expected of me? To contradict my actions, my words my loyalty?

"Correct, the fallen..Castus or however you say is name, the one causing the anti magic field in Neskhal, purged the magic from her. However yes, her child was found to possess powers. It was the child that used the mothers staff to summon four scores of Undead to attack us."

She is... distressed by her mother's absence, and by the revelation that her use of magic was wrong.

"We brought her to the Temple of Mystra so that they could see to the child ...is that what they determined?"

No... they only determined that she has a gift for necromancy. But as I met her, I understood that she is... waiting there, until she can be reunited with her mother. She is patient... she still has hopes.

"I have no intentions to see the child return to Amn. Nor any intentions to harm a child. As far as the mother..She's a wanted fugitive according to the Inquisition. And some of the Inquisition is expecting some of us to return her to them. Even without her powers now, to them, she's still got crimes to answer for."

I understand that. I would however need to meet her, if that is possible. If only to tell her about her daughter. She may be judged as criminal, but... she is still a mother, with a child. It is not my intention to interfere with Justice... I hoped that, since you are looking for the mother too, we could try to endeavor together.

"This is a sensitive situation..the fact still remains. I dont know her location, nor do I have her."

I fear for her daughter. For now, she is patient, and hoping that her mother will return. She believes the words of adults around her. But... if this never happens, and once she grows, and understands that she has been taken away from her mother, without any of them to give any permission...

"She can become corrupt..spiteful, vengeful, rotten to the seed."

She could indeed unleash this talent against those whom she perceives betrayed her. She could even become hurt, bitter and sad. And some of those wounds are not healed easily.

"They never are.."

We... can still avoid this, I believe.

"..How could you think that's possible? Priestess...I was there that night...it wasn't just mere common undead's she summoned."The last ones...were all people known in life..Watcher Wai, was haunted by one who claimed she had failed them...the Elven woman Elyssa or whatever her name was also met with someone of the past that claimed she failed them...even I ...met someone from my past....I've never seen such magic."

...I was separated from my own mother when I was four years old. I do know the struggles, the hopes, the sadness and pains.

"You should understand how Amn feels about mages, whatt more a necromancer..whos already committed crimes...The inquisition are expecting some of us to turn her in if found...I personally has assisted the Inquisition in catching criminal mages...Real criminal."

Magic has taken hold on horror in Amn, yes. I have not met the Inquisition, but I have met others. I have heard dreadful tales about pacted mages with the Abyss, painting scenes of bloodily salughter for powerless father to witness. I have heard the crimes, and the Inquisition is a natural response to this. I do not believe it is an unharmful response... but people suffer, and fear.

*He winces at the last statement* "Kazaiev Dovrik...was a blood mage, his crimes was that he prayed on young women commiting unspeakable acts..When I was hunting for him..I seen what he did to a mere farmers daughter...Beat her like a dog, ripped patches of her hair out, and in the end, he mutilated the poor girls body ..if you can call the remains a body still...The inquisition...its two sides to a coin.. One side, its dark , corrupted just like any other city..the manipulation of power and influence ,twisting means for personal gains..and on the other hand..There's ones like Mistress Lockheart..caring and soft, pure and innocent with only the intentions for peace amongst her people. And the mage rebels had caused that woman great trauma...she was not even herself when we found her..from the hands of the rebel mages."

*Her hand rises, and as delicately as a butterfly, lands upon the man's chest. It is not a pressing touch. Barely felt, it remains tender.* I am deeply sorry that you had to bear witness of unspeakable torments. They do not escape the mind. Such visions linger, far more than we can realize. They whisper in the night. They summon distress, anger and indignation, paving a path to wrath, and madness.

"That poor girl..was barely eighteen..I seen what the Blood mage did to her...I cant even think of him as human. ..the girls father ..saw what was left of her..it broke him, shattered his soul to a point he hung himself because he was that defeated . When I assisted the Inquisition..I did not chase just any and every spell weaver. Only the known criminals...I know not what you are able to do. I just hope it can be done without consequences.

"Every mountain has a valley. For every strength there is a weakness.
Every up has a down. For every in there is an out. For every height there is a depth.
Life itself is a mosaic of light and dark.
Like Angels and Devils,
Every coin has two sides."

((Disclaimer))
Please remember this is not a rumor post,
this thread is to show DM's my activity and entertainment reading by showing rp in my Point of View

[selhan]

Tribe of Goblets



“Dig deeper within the confines of your inner warrior.
I guarantee, you haven't yet seen the real you,
who is ridiculously fearless and outrageously unstoppable.”



It was one of those normal nights that the bartender was working , serving goblets to patrons he knew, to patrons of old. Laughter and jest filled the night, the smell of drinks heavy. But the goblet would soon see more patrons, one it has served before, the other a new face. And they were northerners. And they came particular to seek out the bartender



"Wulfrik said to seek you out"

"Ah the wolf returns eh? What he be need'n?"

"Have you seen any more of our kin?"

"Not in a long time."



Being the seedy tavern in a pirate hold as it is, the Broken Goblet was always ready for all kinds of patrons. Even that of northern barbarians. These wasn't the first nor will they be the last. But as the bartender watch when they departed he wondered, if the roads were ready for them. Because from past experience, they never were. Tales of being thrown out of the Lewd Lyre was one case of events. Bringing the Matron mother of House Divine was another. Sacrificing a Thayan mage in the Temple of Auril was one of the most interesting cases. The bartender knew of such events. After all he has been around for many years. He even knew about when the barbarians had their fall out amongst each other. A conflict between wolves, the separation amongst the pack. He knew the story well. After all, he had ventured with them many years ago.

[selhan]

The Things People Ask



“I don't want whatever I want.
Nobody does. Not really.
What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that,
and it didn't mean anything?
What then?”

*The man walked into the tavern, the tavern that beheld many memories. Banter, carousing, brawls, even murder, even love. He tipped his hat to the Captain that was his boss. Not Miss Jackie, for she was always off on personal things. The exchange of words , the nod of understanding and the man headed off to the back room but not before taking a bottle of rum. He nodded to the guard that watched over the vault before opening the gambling room. He continued to the right, unlocking another door to a room often held private meetings , a pirates recruitment. He needed to think, he needed to drink, he needed to lose himself and clear his head in order to refresh the mind within him. In the recent days, he's been sought out. Question to the whereabout of a woman. "Why me?" he thought. "Why do they come to me?"





Aye, the woman is a mother. Probably like most mothers who beheld an offspring of their own making. The love and joy only a mother could express for the creation of a being made with their very own blood. Their creation, their resemblance. The extension of themselves. When her child was born, no doubt the child's eyes and reach of tiny fingers, warmed the heart of the mother.



Aye, she likely poured all her tender mother loving care in the child. She most likely had plans for her growth , maybe even take after the mother herself. But from my experience, not every mother and child's life is like any others. Nay. This particular mother was a practitioner of dark arts. A summoner of dead. She used forbidden magic that was outlawed and considered evil. But what's even more bizarre, was that her child beheld the same sort of power. Even for its young age. Oh I've seen it with me own eyes I did. Four scores of Undeads. The last one being the most concerning.

About a two month ago ....

Revenant of Helmite Watcher: *Stares straight to the Everwatch, her voice low and raspy and all too familiar* "You failed us."

The Everwatch recognize Watcher Shirene, the Helmite Watcher who fell in the siege on the Temple of Auril.

Revenant of Amnian Soldier: *He looks straight to Natariel, his shambling form crushed and broken and somehow still standing.* "You failed us."

Natariel recognizes Captain Halrond Strom - one of the few soldiers she was not able to help during the siege on the Temple of Auril.

Shadow of an Elven Apprentice: *He looks straight to Elyssa, his evanescent form shuddering in the air.* "You failed us."

Elyssa recognizes Teuravel - the elven apprentice to the Dlardrassil family that she had thought had been staying in Doron Amar.

Revenant of Ship Captain: *He stares straight to Sel, his headless form covered in endless blood.* "You killed us."

Sel recognize him - As .....((Undisclosed Information))

I've seen many horrors in my human life, but when a mere child possess such powers to summon specters from peoples past, I find that very concerning. And the situation that lays before me is another concerning matter. One hand, they wish for the mother and child to unite in order to prevent the child from growing to an adult with a hidden rage towards those whos kept her and prevented her from seeing her loving mother. And on the other hand, there are those that deem they should never be reunited for fear of what powers could manifest. Or maybe even hope the mother would be able to redeem herself by giving tender love and words of loving influence to a child taken from her. I myself don't have either child nor mother. But If I did possess the mother, I'm expected to drag her in like the criminal she is to face judgement and either hang or burn for her transgressions. I've dealt with many decisions in my waking life, but never had I ever had to think this long and hard about making a choice. Do these people not understand the evil within this women and her child? If the mother ever got her powers back, she would unleash such powers until she had her child back in her arms. Or if the child grew with bitter anger and hatred, and learned she was kept from her mother, and learn of her mothers death, it would be she that unleashes a fury equivalent to the Time of Troubles. I wonder just which outcome these people are willing to risk taking form? In my eyes, regardless if it is the child or the mother, the outcome will be one and in the same.



A woman scorn, a woman grieving, a woman vengeful...

*He sat back in the chair and flipped a coin in the air. The ringing metallic sounds as it was flipping echoed in the room like some ominous omen He caught the coin as it descended, not revealing which side of the coin faced up, or what was the result of the coin toss. Because to him, either side would be a risk, and there would be a very heavy price to pay. And he surely didn't want the worse end of the stick in such a situation*

[selhan]

Why They Return




“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”




Usually, there is nothing more pleasing than returning to a place where you have endured hardship. In a realm filled with corruption, evil, beholders, dragons and many other vast amount of dangers, why is it that we still return to it? Friends die, lovers fade, faith shaken, valor lost. When the days are not going according to plan, when nothing seems to go right, frustration slithers into the mind convincing us, to walk away, to leave and not look back.





The decision was made that you leave with no desire to ever return. Days become years, you've settled into a new life, a new routine. But then one day, even years later and even sometimes decades later you feel the luring pull, the desire to see...just how things are now. The first thing that normally happens is that you seek for a familiar face. Someone you may know. But when you don't, you look for places, landscapes, places that held fond memories of the past. It's not long that you met someone new, someone intriguing. Suddenly your heart pumps the life of vigor into your veins and you find yourself once again shrouded with mystery, curiosity, fun. It's at that moment you realize all the many great times you've experienced, all the adventurous moments you had once shared, and is about to share it once more. You begin to say to yourself .. "Why did I even leave ? I missed out on so much."



And once again you find yourself facing dangers of old and dangers anew. When a patron asks the bartender of the Broken Goblet...."Why do people leave when its only a matter of time that will return?".... He would tell them..

"I don't know mate. I for one don't like missing out on a good experience or a grand moment.
Dull moments and days even years is a given. Such is life , that's how it is, that's how it was and that's how it will forever be.
But while those people leave and return, I shall be that man that get's to tell them,
everything they missed that I myself was able to experience.
Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return savvy?"

[selhan]

Dancing With Hell Again



“Devil's, always trying to make someone bind themselves to them.
But I wonder, what if I made one bind it's self to me?
Sometimes a deal with the devil is better than no deal at all.”



I've always been called a common man. Women tell me that all the time when I speak for my thirst of rum, women and coin. But am ...I....really....common at all? Does a common man often make deals with devils without signing their blood contracts? How often does that even happen? Thrice times, devils from the very hells has claimed me in service. And thrive times, I've manage to slip from their very grasps. The last one nearly ruined me, that was surely a very close call I admit. Everything about me was at stakes. It had to die, and died it had.



Dogai's, also known as assassin devils, were unseen killers and spies that stalked the Nine Hells under the cloak of shadows. Masters of espionage and the perfect instruments of political assassination, the baatezu hitmen silently dispatched the rivals of their diabolical masters and killed mortals that dared to defy evil. The assassin devil you see is the assassin devil sent to kill you, so the sayin in Hell goes.



But what if..what if a mere mortal was able to make one of these baatezu hitmen bound to him and serve him when needed? That's surely not a person I would considered common at all. Someone once told me recently, that ambition is the root of all evil. I disagree. I feel that boredom is rather the real root of all evil. After all, if I had something else to do, I wouldn't be playing with devils.

[selhan]

Lil' Bugga's



“Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
'Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy or die.”





Goblins were a race of small and numerous goblinoids common throughout Toril, often living in underground caverns near the surface known as lairs. The race was often, though not always, dominated by other goblinoids, most commonly hobgoblins. Goblins may have, in fact, been initially created by this related race to serve as scouts and infiltrators. But let me tell you a tale of when Goblins fought fiercely, and summoned demons. Oh yes, those lil bugga's were a bucket ol trouble. It all happened when I was traveling through the town of Beregost with tiefling pirate and a Rat.

Terra Tosscobble: We saw smoke

Beregost Militia: Be careful out there.

Layla Zaisis: "Amnian attacks maybe?"

Terra Tosscobble: Maybe.. came to help if it's needed

Katrina Red'fox: Why would Amnians attack Beregost?

Beregost Militia: Amnian? No. Those damn goblins are up to something. The little bastards took out three wagons worth of goods!

Sugar Applebottom: Three wagons hmm? We should go look

Katrina Red'fox: Oh a caravan raid.....mmmh good times........ER I mean THOSE BASTARDS

Sel: "Goblins?!" *He spits to the ground* "Little buggers being a problem eh? ...Oh..three...wa.." *He suddenly grins* "Where this happen at?"

Beregost Militia: I wouldn't go out there kid.

Sugar Applebottom: I'm not a kid !

Layla Zaisis: "You have never seen a halfling before?" "With Gullykin a stones throw?"

Beregost Militia: *Looks to Layla* You must be the mother. Listen lady, I just moved here for the guard work. I never heard of a Gullykin.

Layla Zaisis: "... Were you perhaps dropped on your head?"

Sel: "Look good man, yer nae seen nuthin, unless yer seen a pair of feisty halflin's, that be fer sure."

Yuutsu Nezumi: where-where are these gobo-things, Rat would like to murder-kill those filthy-gross little creatures...

Beregost Militia: Depends. Who is Rat?

Sel: *He thumbs to Yuutsu an grins* This a Rat, and she eats goblins."

Beregost Militia: Well heres how it is. We dont give a damn about the cargo. We just need these damn goblins dealt with.

Sel: "Lets go Plund...I mean...stop the Goblins! Come on Rat, easy pickins...Find them Wagons!"

And so we went to help stop the Goblin raids, and defend the outskirts of Beregost. And look for the cargo the three wagons had, well that was my interest. After all some of us was only here to see what we could pillage and plunder. However, what that blimey Beregost soldier fail to share with us, was that these were persistent, barracad'n, ambush'n, fire bomb throw'n, worg rid'n, demon summon'n lil bugger's! The smirkishes came in waves and so much that I've lost count to just how much. Fire was everywhere. Trees aflame, smoked filled the air. Lucky most of us manage to resist the thick smoke from engulfing our lungs.

The battle was fierce, arrows zipped past my head from some pointy ear archer. A group ol halflings, leapin and jumpin all them goblins back stabb'n them to death. Other men had answered the call and took to arms battling the little troublesome critters. Oddly tho , I swore I kept hearin some fokin cat "Meowing".

The visceral chants of the goblins can be heard,
as their shamans emerge from the mouth of the cave.
From the top of the mine, goblins stand tossing down fire bombs!

A gust of smoke fills the air,
all around the surrounding area it becomes more difficult to breathe.

Something can be heard screamed from above by the goblins and their fire flasks!
The sounds of drums continue to beat as the forest is pelted with fire!
The goblins can be heard chittering in the shadows!

Templar of Lathander: *He screams as he is set on fire from the exploding goblin*

Sel: "Oh bugga.." *He looked at the dying Templar then glances around and quickly moves away from the Templar while trying to keep an eye out for wagons*

Pouring out of the mouth of the cave seems to be something different.
Something other worldly. The creatures move quickly towards Beregost!

Sel: "Buggers kilt one ol the Templars!..Oh blimey wot the hell is that?...."

Katrina Red'fox: That's lookin' mighty ugly!

The Lathanderite's collapsed under the heavy blows of these strange creatures!

Sel:"Wait Demons? Aint no one said anythin about no blimey demons!"

Sorin: *picks up a small rock puts it away in a small bag*
What the hells is that man doing?

Yup, blimey Goblins..nasty little buggers. Scary demons too! Oh and hell one was fly'n around and shite. Craziest thing I eva seen, tough bugga too! Zippin around all slippery and wot not.



But I'll tell ya sumth'n, them little bugga's scored on them wagons. Cause when it was all done, some ol us manage to come back to Roaringshore, spilling what we took from the Goblin's. Easy pick'ns I tell ya. Even brought back one ol them Goblins that was turnt to stone. Yup gonna save that for souvenir. Too bad that whole area was set on fire. Lil bugga's.

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[selhan]

Anger Endure, Care Endure



“No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people.
Oftentimes, we have no clue.
Yet we push it just the same.”



Anger, rage, hatred..all filled the mind of the bartender who had just awoken from his slumber. A throbbing pain on the back of the head was a clear reminder of the previous nights event. Fogs of crimson, the silence of nature, the snarls of terrifying beasts, the pain of being mauled. Those very thoughts awoken the savage anger within him. And nothing could have surprised him more then when he exited from below the cabin and was suddenly faced with one of the well known Priestess of Ilmater. Like in the tavern known as the Broken Goblet, he's seen many people, from near or far, common and strange. But just when he thought he seen it all, something always surprises him. Here beyond the reef's of Roaringshore, aboard his very ship, stood the Sister. And she was only armed with care.

*She smiles gently approaching* So here you are. I have been told I could find you here. Are you all right?

*His surprised expression soon shifts into one of filled aggression. His eyes remain crimson, his brow creases and he snapped back in his response* "What !? Came here to gawk at me like the rest of the idiots? I've not turned into a dog. I'm fine.!"

*She seems peaceful even in the face of his aggressive behavior. Her gaze remains downcast.* I was concerned that the bite could spread anger within you. My hope was to find you. *Her voice is quiet, gentle, as a lullaby*

*His right hand pressed against the door violently as he continued to scowl at the Priestess* "Concerned? I'm no concern to you woman, go home and heal the sick, which I am not. My wounds have healed, nor do I smell like a wet rug. The pain does not linger."

*She contemplates him gently, and she holds her cracked locket. She does not seem to move or flinch as he displays aggressiveness. Her smiles remains tender.* You are not one of His beasts, Sel. And I shall not leave you alone in the face of rage. May you be freed from the cursing claws that digs within your flesh. *Her hand waves gently, and she conjures a Remove Curse upon him. Her hand gently lays on the wound as she closes her eyes. She seems peaceful even before his rage. Her calm demeanor remain quiet, tender, and caring. There is not a sound, not a heartbeat, as the sea wind whip their forms upon the ship. As the magic is cast upon him, her figure does not move. The prayer that was spoken gone with the wind leaves only a compassionate seal upon him, tribute to the One Who Endures, as her second hand still holds onto her cracked locket.*

*His savage expression shifted to one of surprise and alarm. Unknowing of what the priestess was doing, he lifts his hand from the door to attempt to grab her hand with a natural reaction like that of a beast feeling it was being attack. He's eye quickly growing with anger.*

*The curse seems to be resolved, but Sel would still feel an anger about him.
It seems as a residual effect. As if he had been touched by something divine.
While his life is no longer in danger, the effect could linger, but not long.
He has been removed from the source.
The red color in his eyes shows signs that is was fading.*

*As his grip would hold her hand, he might feel her cold skin under he red ribbons wrapped around her hand and wrist. She does not seem to resist him, his strength unmatched by hers before any attempt was made. She does not stop him, her demeanor remains tender.*

*He grabbed her blessing hand, he cants his head, something distracted him briefly. The feeling of his rage slightly lessen, but still a level remained. He looks down at her hand, then peered into her eyes.* "What have you done?!"

*She does not look at him in the eyes. But he, himself is not prevented to do so. He can see two colorful, heterochromatic eyes. While a myriad of emotion could roam in her gaze, it seems held to peace and tenderness, mirroring the calm shimmer of a night summer sky.* The curse that was forced upon you through fangs and blood is no more holding you. It will linger... but you are safe.

"Safe from what? There's nothing wrong with me!" *He snapped back in reply*

No.. not with you, Sel. The curse that was flowing through your veins was not your doing... You have no responsibility... and you are not to blame. I am sorry that you had to endure it for so long. I wish I could have found you earlier. *Her voice is as rocking as the sea around them. A tender lullaby, uninterrupted, never tamed by his aggressiveness. She remains peaceful, even when he shouts.*... would you allow me to inspect your wounds? If you have been bitten by a lycan, Belladonna should be applied within two days, even if it does not seem so.

*He snapped back* "I seen no Lycan!, Only a pack of large hungry Wolves." *Either from embracement or the residing anger caused his angry response.* "Wounds are wounds, I still breath, and I am content with that woman"

They can hide among shifted forms, Sel... I just wish for you to not be chained to a destiny that might pressure you for a lifetime. As far as I know, the curse does not only prey upon your emotion to favor blood lust... It also prevents healing for taking hold.

"Hey bartender guy, How ya doing?" *The little figure said after climbing aboard the ship*

*He suddenly grabbed the collar of her robe and brought his face just before hers with a angry scowl , he was about to reply but then suddenly snapped his head to glare at Molly. He suddenly lets go of the Priestess robe* "I'm fine..."

*Eyes widen before she squeaked out in a high pitched tone* "Wow. Still nuts, huh? Yikes. I'm outta here. You should split too, lady."

She did not seem to react to his anger, even when he pulled her.

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know. In another life I would tell people, don't lock yourself away from those who care about you because you think you'll hurt them or they'll hurt you. What point is there in being human if you don't let yourself feel anything. ...I think that people who make judgements about other people they don't even know are shallow, and people who start rumors are shallow, but I never care what shallow people say about me. There's no one like me, know matter how many out there in the world assume they do, I would tell any patron...

"They know nothing."

[selhan]

They Keep Hunting

Come closer!...Yes!...I can smell you..*snarls*

*The bears were a dangerous distraction, and they had to die fast or he would stand no chance. He learned that the hard way the day before, but this time he knew the threat, and this time he was ready. The beast sprung into action pouncing towards him with bearing fangs and hateful eyes. But he activated wand, nothing is quite like a Dimension door spell when you need it. Soon as he was meters away, he activated another wand, soon mirroring images of himself started to circulate.* "That'll buy me some time and confuse it." *The bears growled and came charging. He measured the distance between himself and the beast, it was enough. He quickly engaged in battle with two bears, savage and wanting more than to tear him apart. His blades struck true many times, one sword eagerly hungry to drink the blood of the bear. He sought for crititcal strikes, he need the bears out of the way fast because the beast was starting to run...towards him. Just as he killed the last bear the beast lunged forth , his maw opening to take the a vicious bite...*

*It missed. The bartender manage to roll out of the way and flank behind the wolfish beast and unleashed a series of flurries. His blade hit true. The beast howled with anger and sprang around with quick agility and sank his fangs into the bartenders shoulder* "GGAAHH!" *Its claws became raking at the man as they were both in a frenzy! The beast leaned back only to snap his jaws around the mans throat! But this time it was only a conjured image. The bartender quickly reached for his wand and activated the device , instantly vanishing from the beasts grasp only to appear a few meters away. Both panting, the man from pain and exhaustion, the beasts anxious for death. They started to circle each other. The bartender glimpsed around, he didnt seen anymore of them, but he knew they were lurking, and pack would.*

"Blimey!"...."Bloody mut!"....Wot nae aint had yer fill ? Hungry?


*It howls signaling to something*

"Oh no yer dont!" *He lunged forth this time on the offensive, attempting to bring the beast down before its pack would arrive. Cause if he was trapped by the pack, he knew he had no chance. Blades, teeth, claws, flashed in flurries, sometimes missing, other times ripping flesh. HIs last conjured image faded..* "Dammit" *He jumped away fifteen feet away from the beast, he need a moment to reactivate his wand. But something was off, he noticed something with the beast.*

Sel may have noticed the wolf didnt have a shadow, Sel would have tons of bite marks and some rips in his clothes. He is the proud owner of a curse where his eyes are dark red.

*The burning pain started to fill his body, he winced in pain and let out a curse* "Blasts not again, I just got over this shite!" * The rising anger wanted him to attack the beast at that very moment, but he suddenly saw more red eyes approaching. * "Damn, one to many..." *A sudden thought came to him, just down the road was a group of adventurers that had recently battled with the Hunt of Malar...if he can lure the beasts..*

Yes! Struggle!

"Come on follow me got plenty ol food!...Aye this way mut!" *He thought his plan was working, taunting the beasts..drawing them closer, luring them down the road. They approached slowly, fangs bearing, savoring the hunt...he was slowly backing away..luring...* "Aye that's it..come on...keep coming...I'll cut yer bloody throat yet.." *Suddenly one by one the beasts started to vanish* "Fok..." *He quickly started to glance around but saw nothing. Not wanting to risk it, he turned and dashed down the road to the other adventurers. *

The next day...


*The bartender of the Broken Goblet lived. His first experience with the beasts was what ensured he didn't get mauled a second time. But still, a bite was a bite*

[selhan]

Tales of the Sword Coast



“Still, I wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales.
We're in one, of course, but I mean, put into words, you know, told by the fireside, a tavern,
or read out of a great big book with red and black letters, years and years afterwards."



I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses, I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. You see, great tales never truly end. They conclude in series, sometimes they spin off to more tales, or someone clever enough comes around and manages to continue its original story. Nothing every truly finishes quite expectedly, not when one person, one man, one woman, can make a decision that could very well alter the course.




Execution of Rebels, mage criminals, and fugitives. How did such come to pass? What brought them to their very fate? The tales are long, intriguing with many twists and turns. And regardless of the how's and why's, the when is near, very near. I personally had a hand in the upcoming executions. But its now Tyrelius's the Thrice Judged that is my concern. That bloody Blood Magus Kazaiev Dovrik...I may not had the chance to cut his hands, but I will enjoy seeing him meet his fate in the gallows and I want him to look me right into my eyes when it happens. So that he knows he wasn't perfect at all.

DM Mimic & DM Abyss




However, even though Amn will find some justice in the upcoming trial, there's still more fugitives yet to be captured, yet to answer for their crimes, bounties yet to be collected. But like all tales, all stories, it will come to an end. The tale of a fugitive necromancer without her magic powers was hardly a noticed, but her child, a child filled with forbidden powers has become the prime interests oddly. I doubt it should have been, but like history will always show, someone, some people, will always do something least expected. And their very actions will always alter the course. I can't help but wonder why many are blinded by truth, why do they have a hard time telling what is the good thing to do, versus what is the right thing to do. I've always said, one can never have too much pride. But when one has stubborn moral's, their a bleeding liability.

DM Mimic




Necromancers, mage fugitives, children with forbidden powers are still only one tale out of many. Rumors of a Drow raiding party has reached my very ears. Such a rumor I've not heard in a very long time, in fact I think the last time was during the Zhentrim and Lord's Alliance war, where drows was hitting supply lines, tactful. But what is the purpose of the most recent Drow raid I wonder? Supplies? Doubtful, a message sent? More than likely. Or was it merely chimney elves being chimney elves embracing their dark heritage? Will it spark the worry in the minds of those that dwell upon the surface? Or will it be ignored until the raids become more frequent? Makes me think of the drug problem in the city of Baldur's.

DM Ghost




Aye, the drug problems. How pitiful that it took months before the city waged it's war on the Crimson Spice drug. Amusing how even I was labeled as the drugs source, or how devils were responsible. Even now when there has been arrest made, people still look for people to blame for the epidemic, yet the very ones they should be blaming is themselves. After all, it arrived right under their very noses. Their own coins likely helped moved it if not create it. Their lack of timely investigating it, was the biggest problem in my opinion. They allowed it to spread like fire in a forest. They may had captured those responsible, but the crimson spice continues to burn the city with its addiction. And I've still yet to see it.

DM Honk




And speaking of Crimson..the bloody fog is still out there. The Malar Hunt they call it, when night falls, and the skies turn red. The ominous crimson fog rolls in, filled with crackling laughter's, beastly howls, and plenty of blood, anger, rage. The bite of an infectious curse, the red eyes, the aggressive emotion overwhelming. I've been infected not once, but twice myself. That rage...its so powerful that I've threaten friends and strangers, I could imagine what I might do to someone I dont like had they appeared before me in my state of hatred, that state of rage. The Trade Way has become too dangerous to travel at night. Many fear the ambush, many fear to be infected. However I'm sure others embrace the curse. I know some have, I've seen their eyes, I know because twice my very own eyes were the same.

DM Ink & DM Soulcatcher & DM Verjigorm




And speaking of twice occurrences or should I say thrice, I always seem to have problems with devils. Annoying buggers. Always trying to keep me locked in one of their deals, or try to make me sign their damn blood contracts. However my experience with devils has been very interested if I'm being honest. I've learned that if one possesses something they want, or fear, they are more incline to work with you, even if in their devilish minds, they rather take your damn soul. The last bloody devil I had to deal with nearly was my undoing. Damn good thing I've manage to be rid of it. But theres still another, one that still seeks for something. Something safety hidden way. And it wont stop searching for it. But, I have another means to strike a deal with the devil that I've dealt with before. But this time, it will have a sense of fear.

DM Spartacus


Finally, I’d say to anyone who wants to tell these tales, don’t be afraid to be superstitious. If you have a lucky quil, use it just not an inkless one. If you speak with more force and wit when wearing one red sock and one blue one, dress like that. When I’m at work I’m highly superstitious. My own superstition has to do with the voice in which the story comes out. I believe that every story is attended by its own sprite, whose voice we embody when we tell the tale, and that we tell it more successfully if we approach the sprite with a certain degree of respect and courtesy. These sprites are both old and young, male and female, sentimental and cynical, skeptical and credulous, and so on, and what’s more, they’re completely amoral. I've been told I'm a man with many rumors and secrets. Well let me indulge the curious minds.

"I'll tell you a secret,





Old storytellers never die, because their very telling of the story is just how they live on,
Forevermore."

[selhan]

"Blessings or a Curse"




“Reflect upon your present blessings,
of which every man has many
not on your past misfortunes,
of which all men have some.”




Uhm.....earthquakes?

"....!!! OI! What the bloody hells was that!"

The Village of Roaringshore experiences a sudden quake and unrest of the sea,
The sea at the harbor begins to swirl and move as if boiling.

Hullo again Captain, that felt like trouble, shall we go see?

"OI oi! Move away from the docks! "Blimey Hells is that! "

Captain.... that quake may trigger a high wave

"Matty get away from the water!"

From the water, near the planks, right near where Sel stands...A hand comes out..
From the sea water, crawls out a man. A man with red hair. Wounded, haggard...
As soon as he crawls out of the sea, the water calms,
Drenched in the sea water, he man looks around the familiar pirate town

You have to see the miracles for there to be miracles. I saw on that night. A dead man, a dead pirate whom crawled out of the seas like he could breath water. covered in seaweed, wounded , haggard. Boots likely filled with star fish and crabs. He took his first breath of air as if it hadnt done so in a long time. Locals around, gasping in awe wondering how was it so that a dead man after so long of a time, suddenly returns to the land of the living.

*He slams his axe into the planks and bellows* "I. LIVE!"

"Its a man! Fok me, I thought some beasties comin out the water"

That's.......quite an entrance...

I thought your crew was gone!

"Oi wait... I know yer...Captain Winscott"

*He lifts the axe from the wood and rests it upon his right shoulder* "Damn right I am. Nord Wincott."

Friend of yours?

Use ye visit the bar often

"And I come back from Umberlee's (do-me) underwater hell."

What happened to the Tyrhang crew?

*His face twists into that of rage* "Dead. Most of them. I will find the others."

"Heard they were attacked over near Candlekeep. Some manage to escape me heard. Some half blood told me the tale.

"There will be vengeance. Hear and spread the word. There. Will. Be. Vengeance." *The man moves on, leaving a wet trail of seawater behind him*

"Where is Bareil ? He no doubt has insight to share."





The local pirates were in wonder, some thought it couldnt be, others took to believing it. A blessing from Umberlee or a ill fated curse?

"A blessing... Or a curse. Umberlee made her judgement and brought him back."
"The Sea Queen is... Calm. Here."
"She brought back a man who was to be dead."
"I wonder what did he have to pay for it?"

"Pay?"

"The sea gives and takes, sometimes more than equal."
"Umberlee returned him. Undoubtedly empowers him. A gift and a debt."
"To be brought back from death, sea churned and spat him out... A rare thing..."
"Let no faithful of Umberlee cross his path!" *Bareil raises his voice*
"For to do so will incur her wrath!"
"Death will follow where he leads and murder will be left in his wake!"

If it just happens to be that his last battle was nearby Candlekeep, but had nothing to do with that place per se, then fine. Fair winds to him. But if he intends to bring violence upon that sanctuary of learning, I have issue with that, You tell me now, priest. Upon whom is this Captain Winscott's vengeance directed?

"If you keep making enemies, lass, on you as well."
"Your librarian ways are worthless here."
"Here a noose and water kills all equally. Man or book."

Of that I have no doubt. Well if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I have some book-learned scholars to go and warn

"Let them know!"
Let them fear Umberlee's wrath!"
"FOR SHE IS THE QUEEN OF THE SEAS! GODDESS OF THE DEPTHS!"
"HER HAND HOLDS FATE OF ALL WHO DARE CROSS HER DOMAIN!"

The Wavelord walks across the town, shouting his zealotry and news of Wincott's return from the dead

[selhan]

An Ember Vengeance





“Some people are in such utter darkness,
that they will burn you just to see a light.
Try not to take it personally.”





I've come to a conclusion that if you really look into a persons eyes, you will see just what their really about. You see... sometimes on your travel through hell, you meet people that think they are in heaven because of their cleverness and ability to get away with things. Travel past them because they don't understand who they have become and never will. These type of people feel justified in revenge and will never learn mercy or forgiveness because they live by comparison. They are the people that don't care about anyone, other than who is making them feel confident. You may wonder how would I know. Well look into my eyes and you will see the reflection of the very thing I'm talking about.





I wont lie to anyone, I am a very vengeful man, specially when it comes to someone that had tried to make an attempt on my life. I'm a man of morals, a man of code. I leave no threat in my wake. Although I am a very patient man. If I see I am at a disadvantage, I will stand down. But when the moment comes, and they are in the dark or sleeping in their beds, at their weakest point with their backs turned, I will come for them. Let them call my tactics cheat, dirty and dishonorable. I say, I rather be a dishonorable bastard then a dead one.

The Amnian Inquisitor: KAZAIEV DOVRIK! You have been found guilty of murder and torture with unapproved use of magic. The sentence is death.

Kazaiev Dovrik: *Tied to a pyre, he still smirks proudly. His mad eyes look over the gathering crowd* Look at you... coming for the show...

Sel Darkmore: "Oh but of course, your death is the only reason why I'm here today."

Southern Commoner: "Burn him! He must burn!"

Kazaiev Dovrik: *He chuckles* You know nothing... talk as if you knew!

Amnian Mage-Inquisitor: Speak your last words. And may the Gods take pity of your corrupted soul!

Yuutsu Nezumi: *She continues to look at him and speaks up* Rat wants to-to watch you-you burn.. for what-what you did to-to Rat...

Kazaiev Dovrik: *He turns his head towards the inquisitor and spits, right on the mask* THAT'S WHAT YOU AND YOUR INQUISITION DESERVE! Burn me, go on! You weak piece of s-!

Southern Commoner: "DEATH TO THE HERETIC! He must pay for his crimes!"

Amnian Mage-Inquisitor: *He lights the torch, and throw it on the pyre* Burn.

Sel Darkmore: "Oh just so yer know Kazaiev, it never was about you being a mage. Yer just made it personal. "

Kazaiev Dovrik: *He begins to chuckle* Ha.. FINALLY§! FREED FROM THIS FLESH! UUH... UUUUH... UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH! *His chuckles turn into deep screams of pain.* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

Southern Commoner: "This is righteous. This is justice!"

Sel Darkmore: "No mate...This is pleasurable....."

Khareciaga Al-Halid: "Ye shouldn take pleasure in ta sufferin o'other even if they're villains. Dun become one yerself."

All of the commoners turn to give Sel a sickened look.

Kazaiev Dovrik: AAAAAAHHH *He chokes with the smoke, and the flames swallow him. So ends the life of Kazaiev. His body turned to ash is briefly covered with a dark mist.

Yuutsu Nezumi: *She twitches as she continues to give him a death stare* Me-me should have eat-devoured your-your hand-paws....You-you are getting an easier fate....
Sel Darkmore: "Good, now I'm satisfied." *He spat at the ground* "May you stay dead"

As I gaze around to the gasping crowed that couldn't believe that I had took pleasure in watching the magus burn. I said to them in my mind, “You dare speak to me of evil?... He murdered men's wives, he butchered a young woman that could be considered a child, Everything a father ever loved, he took from him, and I swore, by all I am and will ever be, I made sure that he would burn in hell for what he's done towards me. Even if I will meet him in hell in the future.”

[selhan]

One Tree



“Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone,
I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.
I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.”



Love I had said was a thing of insanity..and I had a way to weave my opinion during this holy , special ceremony. I've done it often times myself, I've seen many others do it. So easily and foolishly we can easy fall into a realm of wanting desires and so forth we call it that small word....we call it love. But I say on to anyone, that desire is nothing more then that hot burning wanting passion, that sinful temptation that dwells in our hearts and fills us with greed. It looks nice, its looks pretty, it looks tasteful and so we want it. I dont see that as love at all. Love happens after that.

"Welcome ..friends, strangers, family...we are here today to celebrate as we watch Ree and Terra join hands in marriage.
This is not the beginning a new relationship, but a new chapter in their shared lives...

Prostitute: *Winks at Sel*

Sel: "So on behalf of Ree and Terra, we thank you all for coming .." *He glances at the prostitute and clears his throat and wonders if he even remembers her name*

"I often say love is a temporary madness, it erupts like the Gray Peaks, and then subsides like the Greenfields..Any fool can fall in love...however..Its the magic after. When being in love has burned away, its an art, and a fortunate accident. For those that truely love, grows roots underground that reach out for each other , soon to entwine. We are here to witness these two..Ree and Terra entangle their roots to become a single tree."

Ree: *Takes another moment to gaze into Terra's eyes and smiles brightly, doing her best to hold her composure, in her best attempt to hold back happy tears* "Terra... Words cannot explain how happy I am to be here with you... I am so, so lucky *Pauses and smiles collecting herself, again wiping a tear from her cheek and then tries to continue her sentence again* I am so lucky that we met 13 years ago on the Nashkel Bridge. *She smiles brightly at her* Maybe fate had a way of knowing... Or maybe it was something more... but... would of thought our chance encounter, would blossom and set the pace for us to be here today *She gives a happy giggle, her face flowing with joy.* You have always been there for me, through the best of times... and through the roughest of times... Always by my side, and never once complain or being discouraged no matter how emotional I can get sometimes *Wipes her tears away again and smiles*Just like how life has been since the first day we met, I know that tonight, and every night after this will be truly magical with you at my side. *Has happy tears starting to go down her face once again but continues to push forward to the best of her ability*You are truly my other half, and, just like you have always been there for me, I promise you that I will always be there for you, no mater what. You are not only my best friend, but I will always love you, and I am so happy and be called your Wife."





As I looked upon these two, or rather look down due to their stature, I grow curious if the happiness upon their face truly represents the beating heart within their little chests. Love..I've seen many do some of the outrageous things for love. I remember back then it was I that spoke the words of love upon my lips. The difference was, I abandoned it. Abandon it for a cause my soul deemed great , my heart felt it was the worthy sacrifice. They say the decisions of our past makes us whom we are today. Ever since I had abandoned it, I've never wanted it . Yet still..very very few woman has manage to stir that emotion, that insanity of an emotion that causes people to do the upmost crazy of things.

"Ree, will you take Terra to be your lawful wedded wife from this day forward, through what ever challenges triumphs brings you, will you love her and honor her to the end of days?

Ree: I do always and forever *Smiles brightly*

"Terra, will you take Ree to be your lawful wedded wife from this day forward through what ever challenges , triumphs brings you, will you love her and honor her to the end of days?"

Terra Tosscobble: I will, forever.

Sel: "Excited I see" *He laughs but then looks at Terra*

Terra Tosscobble: *Takes the ring from Sugar, then looks at Ree* "I was going to bring up the mines too, all those years ago when we met..The first time I saw you, you took my breath away..I remember back then never having enough time with you.. So many people wanted your attention that I was forced to fix things so we ran into each other..I knew you wern't interested in any sort of realtionship, with anyone.. but..Do ya think that was going to stop me?We became fast and true friends.. you and I... That is one of my favorite parts. I love that we started out as such wonderful friends.. and remain so of course.. for so many years. You truly know me in a way that no one else has ever known me.. and you understand me like no one else can..You know my every secret.. my whole past and dispite this.. you happily accept me for who I am today and I love you for that..I believe in you with my whole heart..I gratefully and humbily take you as my Wife, acknowledging and accepting fully every fiber of your being and soul. I give you my hand and my heart and I pledge to you my undying and eternal love, devotion adoration and honor as we join our lives together. My Passion... my Accomplice... as I have given you my hand to hold.. so too I give you my life to hold from this day forward. With all of my love, i promise to always be by your side, to my last breath.


Sel: "Lovely ring's.."


They truly look happy together. I've known them for only a short time, yet I already know, they struggle every tenday to bare the absence of each other , until the day comes where it seem not even the Gods could keep them apart. I've had some moments with these little women. Some grand, some fun, some bloody down right disturbing. But this is their moment, this day is their day. Storms couldn't stop this day, conflicts, couldn't stop this day, and even given this day was held upon sort notice, as I looked around, I see that even time couldn't stop this day. To Ree and Terra, where ever your life and love takes you, know that I wish you both well, and it was an honor to marry you both.

Part Two: After Party to be continued elsewhere..

For Such a short notice, I want to give special thanks to the other players that did manage to make it and showing their support for their friends and the server. Also I big shout out to the following staffs,

DM Wisp
DM Ghost
DM Summers
Rhifox

With such short notice and the worse time zone and some bugs and glitches, you all manage to assist to help this rp take place and come to life for the players involved. They were surprised and very appreciated for the assistance. I am happy to play on a server with such people, and I'm happy to be working with such people.