“Who are you to judge the life I live?
I know I'm not perfect
and I don't live to be
but before you start pointing fingers...
make sure you hands are clean”
Some say, He who is cruel to animals becomes hard also in his dealings with men. We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.By judging others we blind ourselves to our own evil and to the grace which others are just as entitled to as we are. Some people however, are wise enough to judge a person by their deeds, and not by where their from, or how they appear.
I had a particular patron in the Undercellar today, born a human that shared the blood of a dragon. Born a sorcerer with magic that had caused a manifestation allowing the bearing of wings. Accompanied by a little dragon I was surprised to hear of her experience with discrimination. People often never make sense to me. Fear from ignorance plagues the world. I told the woman, people fear in what they dont know. She understood it well, knew the concept in her own way. But still, she appeared to still worry of causing such fear amongst the people on the streets. In my opinion she should not. Why care if they fear you out of ignorance? Let it be those that remain idiots. And idiots they are if they choose to remain fearful of things they dont know. Its not hard really, I mean whats the point of remaining a fearful idiot when all you have to do is simply ask . Know what your looking at, and gain new found knowledge that will wipe the idiocy from their faces.
I knew after my conversations with her, what she was, and what sort of women or half blood she is. But I didnt know just whom she was nor why was she lingering in the Festhall. She surely didnt appear to be interested in the primary service of the Festhall. But I gave the woman a lead, to one of the cities problems. Guess time will tell if shes interested in pursuing such a lead. If not, oh well ..I'm sure one day someone will be interested again, just like the woman previous. I cant wait to see how everything unfolds. But for now, I have more pressing things to keep in mind. Why does it always seems just one one threat is nearly extinguished, another arises. But this one, will surely rock the surfaces resolve. I wonder how they will manage.
*A man in with a white shirt and apron makes his way through the Wide, flipping a single coin in between his fingers as his focus and direction was set towards the Gate that would lead him to the North Farmland as the night soon engulfed the word leaving every one and everything in darkness but the many lanterns and torches that causes their own source of illumination*
“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."
*Patrons in the festhall of the Undercellar would have seen one of the bartenders heading through the back door. It would be later within the black-market that he posted a notice of hiring an assistant bartender with a list of strict qualifications.*
1. Must be able to work three days and nights out of each tenday.
2. Must not be sensitive to the purposed establishment.
3. Must have consistent work ethics, regardless of slow days/nights.
4. Virtuous and morally correct personalities, not wanted!
“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."
Whispers are quietly passed around in the Undercellar that one of their frequent patrons was executed by unknown creatures preceded by a dark black mist. Two agents of The Guild promptly arrived and followed the trail of blood, stalking their prey deep into the catacombs while vanishing into the darkness. What happened after that can only be speculated by the locals, but there was a sense of calm in the underground world knowing that The Family was investigating the matter.
“Things change. And friends leave.
Life doesn't stop for anybody,
If you had thought otherwise.”
I've always wondered why do people go away? But I know the answer to that question now. It's so that they can come back. So that they can see the place they came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
Time is a blessing, but also a curse. It always depends if you can take advantage of it or not. I question the minds that think that leaving might cause change. It's quite humorous because regardless if they leave or not, change will happen. The only difference is they wont be around as things change. Change will always happen nevertheless. People that take themselves out of cycle of life often have some strange notion that the life will stop.
Well I will give you a cold fact of a reminder, it surely wont stop. Even kings are replaced and even if the world around doesnt seem different, it was because your no longer in it. But ask me if that seems to stop me from doing what I like doing and my answer will be no. We can break bread, we can share fond memories and epic moments. But if you leave, well I will just have to find someone else to break bread with, share fond memories with, and share epic moments. Its like couples. Relationships either last forever, or they crumble likes rocks from a cliffs edge. And if they crumble, its only a matter of time before each of them will be in a new relationship.
I know a woman that believes the past is the past. She will tell you that her only concern is the present. Thats about the wises shite I've heard in all my life truth be told. Because if we dwell in the past, we will let slip all the opportunities before us, and make our future progression dull as a club.
Time waits for no one. Either you grasp the opportunity or let it slip away for someone else to grab it. If you have something, or someone, best you cherish it by all means. Neglect it or them and they will be open for someone else to grab.
Time waits for no one. Not I not even you. So when people think to skip town, leave the coast hoping for change well as I said, the moment you left and returned, it already has. But dont expect things to remain as how you left it. Because no one is that important that the world will remain still just because you dont want to be in 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."
*The level of stupidity has been proven beyond comprehension. I sometimes wonder about the sanity of some people. I don't call it brave when someone with barely nothing, assume they have equal to those with real power and influence. I call it foolish, stupidity. The role of a King is no easy role. They ultimately must make the hard decisions, and are subjected to discern the difference between sound counsel and stupidity like a jester.
They say boredom is the root of all evil. And when a Duke wears the expression of boredom on his face, you know he's dying within. A humorous thing really. But those that wear their emotions on their face I commend them. Unlike those that do, I never reveal my true emotions. I may smile in ones face, but my thoughts, and urges are short to cutting a throat.
I thought many moments were quite humorous at the Duchal Court hearing that day. I pity the Dukes, I surely nae have such patience like them. But I seen many very interesting faces, faces I am quite familiar with, faces I will have to soon meet. My thoughts do wonder about the bickering conversation I so overheard. Intriguing really. I even loo forward to see how that even plays out.*
*In the underground world to those that would know, Rumors would speak of how a familiar bartender has been seen in the Undercellar. Often times, he was checking on the bar and seeing to his assistant. Other times, he merely sat with a bottle of rum while listening to the minstrels preform. He would often bring up the subject of the continuing Demon threat from Ulgoths Beard. But if asked if the man would take involvement to help defend the city, he would simply respond...
"Now why in the realms would I want to do that?" *While looking at the speaker as if they were out of their minds*
“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."
*Away from the eyes of the streets, the Festhall or a place of ill repute within the vast Undercellar, there was a discussion between one of the bartenders and a patron that smelled like something that came out of the sewers with the stench of gore and shite and whiskey. Takes of large rats, of different size , coins and cloaks was within some intense tale of the telling. Even a mention of someone named...Lester*
"After the smelly patron took a bottle of whiskey and made his leave, the bartender was barking orders to make sure the chair and the table the previous patron sat at, was cleaned and sterilized with rum.*
"Make sure that whole area cleaned up, dont want the workers catch some infection or another, and dont want another patron complaining , already had one complaining about being itchy all over after one night!"
“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 Undercellar, a seedy festhall and tavern constructed among the interconnected cellars of the Upper City’s buildings. Despite its reputation (or perhaps because of it), the Undercellar is a popular establishment. Visitors to its cobbled, vaulted chambers can enjoy good food, strong drink, games of chance, and the company of “sociable friends,” all with an expectation of privacy and far from the prying eyes of the law, since neither the Watch nor the Fist police the Undercellar.
Rumor's in the Undercellar's Festhall may speak of a conversation overheard between a bartender and a patron...
"Oi mate, yer heard ol all that Pale Night stuff? Mother ol Demons or sum shite?"
"Na what about it?"
"Was told some folks messed up bad, really bad..unleashed something called the Pale Night. Blimey thing gonna wreck havoc all over the bleeding Coast."
*Smirks* "Good, might be some good to the stinking world"
"Well I heard it happened someplace down in the Cloud Peaks. Someone messed up. Was told who ever responsible was doomed, all ol them."
"Just like the hero's, all doing more harm than good. And they call people like us bad" *He laughs before taking another drink of his ale*
"I heard a few names...quite surprised truth be told, but then part ol me nae surprised at all." *He barks a laugh*
"Let me guess your one ol them"
"HA!" *He slaps the bar* "I nae be surprise some idiot starts claiming it to be. Should ol heard half the other things I was be blamed for. Stuff I never even knew about. Only makes me question whos bloody investigating everything. Hell I think Rat can do a better job" *He smirks then leans over the bar lowering his voice in a whisper ..*
"Hmph ..why I not even surprised..by the way, why you not back at the Goblet?"
"Ah that.." *He looked to the man..then gave a pause* "Had to ..pick up some supplies in the City and stuff. Nothing important. I'll be back in Roaringshore soon enough once my business here in the city is all done. Besides, dont like being away from the pretty goblets." *He grins devilishly*
Is a man bad for finding amusement and entertainment out of some peoples mistakes, actions or inactions? Would they be considered insane, crazy or likewise? Humor can come in many forms. I may laugh when something wasnt done properly, I may laugh when those that were claim to be the best show failures. I find humor in peoples insanity for repeating the same things over and over expecting a different result.
Aye, I'm a bloody scoundrel and I love being me. The bad that I do is harmless in my opinion. Or at least thats what I believe. Perhaps Im no different then others. Nae, I am different..and here's why..I find fun in things that shouldnt be, if I see an opportunity to have fun, I will grasp it like a bottle of rum and and savor it to my hearts content. Why must I walk around miserable with a chip on my shoulders, hating everything that I myself dont like? Yer die a rotten soul that way while I will die with a smile, because I did all the things others were too shy to do. Hate me all you want, try to discredit me as you wish, say what you will. Because at the end of the day, it nae me that brings catastrophic horrors into the world. I mean the other day all I wanted was a simple meal and hold conversations with bartender. Instead, I had to heard the shite other people created. I know what I did wrong and didn't do. And I surely wasnt there unleashing the Mother of Demons. I follow my own belief's...If I have no business there..why try to be?
Someplace Elsewhere a Few days ago....
"Pale Night is the mother of Demons. It's believed that she created the Tana'ri."
"She pretty?" *He grins*
"Sel, let me put it this way. Think Naked woman in nothing but a bed sheet. But if you try to get a peek under the sheet....well...it was nice knowing you."
*thinks he will do it ..sips*
You lost him when you mentioned naked woman in a bedsheet
*He took a moment in thought, trying to comprehend her words. It took him a comic moment to realize she meant death* "Eh..glad it nae like that with all women.."
"With her, it's best to look away when she tries to lift the sheet."
"Why why why are idiots playing with the bloody abyss again? Aint they bloody learn with Ulgoths?" *He shakes his head, he grabs his bottle after remembering he had one then took a deep swig and wiped his lips with his sleeve*
*She shrugs and cleans the tankard* "Idiots will be idiots, and if they piss off Pale Night, might as well see themselves into their own graves or become her new meat suits to walk around in til the body starts falling apart."
Be careful Sel.......I think the problem is Ulgoth's
"I aint fokin with anything in the Abyss. Besides..I got my own problems. Bloody Zealots messing with our ships!"
Our ships? You still count yourself among those pirates after what they have done?
"Wot I suppose to do? Tell the a blimey High Captain no? hmph, might as well hang myself on the tree filled with crows if I did that"
“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 Undercellar was a clump of chambers in a network of storage chambers beneath the city of Baldurs Gate, that housed a sleazy tavern and festhall. Theres many ways in and out of this popular estabishment, some connected to other buildings and or the vast sewers below the city. It's owner was unknown, but it also held a place of blackmarket trading and a place of ilicid activity. Most employes that did work in the Undercellar were considered shady or folks that couldnt secure honest work. If anything it was a place for people that wanted to evade the watchful eyes on the streets. It's a place for illegal gambling, shady deals and blackmarket trade. Rumors of some of these dealings in the Undercellar might reach the right ears, other times things were never dared spoken about.
Psst..
"Huh?"
*He gives a horse faced grin* Sorry mate, you shouldn't have pissed where you ate. You'll do as a warning to others. *He plunges the dagger into the mans skull through his throat*
*Before the man had a chance to even turn, he collapsed like a sack of dead weight*
*The now toothless man, stripped of his belongings was now going to be another person whom disappeared, and likely not missed by anyone.*
