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Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2022 10:28 am
by selhan
Simple Got Complicated
"....why is it from the look in your devilish eyes,
do I feel your about to take me someplace to run me into the ground again?"
"Whaaaaaat? Meeeeee?.....Yup!"
"Guess I go change."
A follower of the Goddess of Magic would at times say there's magic in all of us, or use the phrase..."The weave is in each of us." I believe such a phrase for I seen a woman who casts no spell not even a cantrip. Yet when my eye's looks upon her, I feel bewitched or under a spell. The proper woman tends to make the hardest of men weak frail in the knees. But when does a man deem a woman the proper woman? The answer is yet simple, but yet complicated. When a woman makes us men weak in the knees, we simply consider them the proper one for us. But what's complicated is, we men always misunderstands the wanting and desires of a woman. Me often feel we are suppose to know, and we even tend to act or pretend we know. But in truth, we never understand a bloody thing when it comes to women. We simply follow our own desires and wants, and hope they desire and want thus the same.
"All changed? no longer Sel?"
"Hmm...well I can be whom ever you wish me to be."
"Well. I like Sel... Maybe I'm simple."
"Simple can be fun" ..." if done right."
" Can simple be done wrong?"
"Aye, seen it"
"..ugh... Simple done wrong just got complicated."
"So...where do you think the coin be?"
"The Ziggurat"
I was once told by a woman, that a date don't necessary mean taking a woman out to dine. That in fact a date could be simply venturing out together, fighting along side together learning each others moves and styles. Being in tune or in sync with each other, to become a pair of an entwined single force. I made sure to make a mental note of it.
*She opened the chest and a disbelief expression was painted upon her face* "Really? fifteen gold!"
"You picked the date hun." *He twitched his nose with a playful sarcastic look upon his own face*
*She laughed*
"Oh a pearl!" * He picks it up and bites on it testing if its a fake or not, then pockets it with a grin* "I always seem to find them."
"Aye ye do."
When patrons ask the bartender of the Broken Goblet why does he go about in dungeons seeking treasures and plunder, he would tell you..
βI am a man of fortune and must seek my fortune.β
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2022 9:11 am
by selhan
Time of Goblets!
"There be plenty of evil in the world Red, aint all of em drink rum "
"Tha' do sound.. pretty fun. soun's like good adventa'
*It always is*
"CHARGE!"
"RRRAAAAWWWRRRR!!!"
The bartender had earlier listened to the many conversations and idle chatter and jokes that went on within the Broken Goblet. He could sense that the patrons were hungry for doing something fun and destructive. He could read the mood, he could tell they needed to sweat. Since the tavern wasn't too busy, he let Captain Pike man the bar while he took the patrons out for a run. Besides, standing around too long in a tavern is never a good way for a patron to make coins. And he wanted their coin purse full, since more they drinks, means more coins to the bar. After all Goblet coins is Goblet coins. And after their first venture to the Frost Castle and other caves and dungeons in the region, they had returned back to the Broken Goblet to celebrate their plunders with the only way they knew how. Music, dance and good bloody drink!
And when it comes to music, the known Minstrel that often preforms in the Broken Goblet, always delivers.
However the day has yet ended, and after the carousing and dances, the remaining patrons went back out to the roads to fine more adventure and treasures. And adventure as well as treasures where found...
"TEEEEEMMMMPPPPPPPOOOOSSS!!!"
And they..
had to ..
Work for it!
Near the end of their travels and adventure, one by one the patrons of the Broken Goblet started taking their leave to find a bed to sleep in. The bartender always appreciates patrons that frequent, even if he doesn't say it. After all they are the ones that help the Broken Goblet breath life. On the finale day, when the dark was at its prime hours, the bartender stood up high leaning against the wooden rails overlooking the Shore. The stars were its own marvels to stare upon. The sudden noise made him side glance , and he then saw an unfamiliar face.
"Enjoyin the view?"
"Well, it's an impressive view, I must say."
"The other side is better with the Ocean view. Can even see the gulls fly by. Far better when the suns up and the weather is clear."
"Then I suppose I will make that my next stop. It is my first time here, so I am just trying to find my way around..."
"..this is the Shore, not the wealthy of places. A home for Pirates, thieves, smugglers, run ol ways and sto'aways. But its freedom nonetheless. No prissy laws, simply a place of free men and woman."
"I had figured as much from what I was told on the caravan ride here. But they did not describe the view. You are the first person I meet here, though... Which category do you fall under, hm?"
*He pulled his hood back and she would see a wide grin upon his face as he answered in a sly manner*
"Neither." *He gave a casual two finger salute* "I'm the bartender of the Broken Goblet."
"The names Sel."
After a long and dangerous journey, it's quite a feat to still have the energy to escort a fresh set of boots to lands or roads more comfortable for them. After all, the ultimate goal is to entice new faces to come around the Broken Goblet. The more patrons the more Goblet coins. However, the Goblet location was still with in the Shore. A lawless Pirate village nestled in a cove. If patrons are not stern of heart, and sensitivity gets the best of them, tis better they find another tavern or it might be more then simple feelings that gets hurt...
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2022 10:30 pm
by selhan
Mistakes
There's not a single living breathing soul that has not made mistakes in their lives. We all make mistakes from the highest of authority to the lowest of society. The best thing we can do is learn from our mistakes, and give promise the mistakes wont be repeated. But not every person can hold a promise, some break promises intentionally. But regardless the face of mistakes is well known, the first time someone looks upon the face of mistakes, will never forget the look nor the feeling. Forever embedded to memory.
"Well almost. I want to try and bring back the dead in the cages, See if the drum is true or well, the legends.."
"The dead? You going to raise an army now?"
"Mh hm! NO!!! I said the dead, not the undead. Legends say it brings back the fallen from death. So maybe we can do something about it."
The known minstrel that often preforms in the Broken Goblet , had the intentions to bring back life to one that was caged and long past dead. Her intentions were positive, the results where not..
"WHAT THE SH..."
"Put it back in the cage!"
"KILL IT KARAI! KILL IT!"
"Poor guy.. got his soul yanked from wherever it was twisted up and put inta a corpse only ta be rejected and slaughtered."
"I think maybe the drum is a bad idea..."
"Do it again!"
"Sometimes..the dead should stay dead..just sayin"
"Be wise...don't torment their soul!"
No one does without mistakes. Not the living, nor even the unliving. We all make them. Some claim perfectionists are the only that don't have flaws or errors or make mistakes. Nay I say, for it takes them many of mistakes repeatedly, to even become perfection.
1347 DR -
"You call that perfection?! Your a Fool!"
"S-sorry Boss, I will do better next time I promise I promise!"
"Oh you will because your pitiful self will keep doing it until you finally get it right! Maybe you need some motivation, yes how about each time you fail I cut one of your fingers off?"
"No! I will do better just wait ! I promise!"
"Make sure....hmm wait..on second thought...I've changed my mind.."
*Echoing screams...*
"Get rid of it?"
"Put it in the boat and let it flow down river."
"Understood."
"Why can't they be like you ? It would save me from these headaches."
"Mother raised me right, why learn from my own mistakes when I can learn from everybody else's."
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2022 4:42 am
by selhan
Our World
Our world is described as a world of strange lands, dangerous creatures, and mighty deities, where magic and supernatural phenomena are quite real. Abeir Toril is its name, and the Sword Coast is where we live. A region in western Faerun that lay along the coast of the Sea of Swords and extended inward into to the vale.
The Sword Coast was an expansive tract of wilderness, dotted with independent cities and overrun by bands of monstrous creatures, that some saw as merely a place through which you had to travel in order to reach an actual meaningful destination. It was much more than that of course, a rich and vibrant land with a long and storied history that encompassed some of the most important cities in all the Realms. Some say the Sword Coast took its name from the white cliffs that rose up sharply for hundreds of miles along the coastline between the River Dessarin and Baldur's Gate. Traveling author Volothamp Geddarm attributed the region's name to its dangerous inhabitants, both humanoid and bestial. The River Chionthar, was the great river that ran across the Heartlands was vital for commerce in the region, serving as a trade route between a half dozen major cities. And one of those cities was called Baldur's Gate.
Baldur's Gate, also called simply the Gate, was the largest metropolis and city-state on the Sword Coast, within the greater Western Heartlands. It was a crowded city of commerce and opportunity, perhaps the most prosperous and influential merchant city on the western coast of Faerun. Despite its long-standing presence as a neutral power, the leaders of Baldur's Gate were members of the Lords' Alliance of powers in the west. The Gate and its surrounding lands had many inhabitants that spread across the Heartlands. Lords, Knights, Mercenaries, Guilds, Pirates, Elves, Mages of all sorts and even the Zhentarim.
A region where many adventures awaits...
A region with many that strives for power...
A region where spell battles often takes place...
A region with many darkness and evil...
A region with plenty of intrigue...
So to the many Adventurer's with righteousness within their hearts and to the ones with more sinister goals, and even to those in between, I say to you as a bartender of the Broken Goblet..
What are you waiting for? Pursue your path and create your story...
Or someone else might do it for you.
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2022 9:15 am
by selhan
Gossips and Rumors and Jail
"Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay
Conversing with a young lass, who seemed to be in pain
Saying 'William, when you go, I fear you'll ne'er return again',
He laid on the hay covered floor lost in thought as he sang one of the songs Rose would sing. The lyrics echo's down the prison halls like a theatre auditorium for he was the only one within the wing that he was locked in. Earlier, he was also lost in thought, thinking of the last rumor's that he was told.
"...The Zhentarim force is heavily recruiting, and sorta even kidnapping for ranks..."
Their recruiting efforts is not unheard of in truth. If there was one way to quickly grow an army, it would be by force. But even hoarding the unwanted from further south? Strange and odd it was but something about it made him curious, too curious in fact that he didn't realize he was holding a bow in his hands within duchal lands.
"You Sel! Put away your weapon!, Last warning or I will arrest you!"
"Hey! I was lost in tho...ught.!...Wow really? Wont even let a man have a chance to even explain himself?! You bloody dirty cur' !"
The guards might have spat sarcasm style insults in return, however before the night was over, another guard would return and tell the bartender since his offense was minor, he would be set free.
"His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal
My happiness attend him wherever he may go
From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep and moan
All for my jolly sailor, until he sails home"
When the bartender reached the docks of the East Gate, he paid the fare to get on the boat to be taken to Roaringshore. Along the ride the couldn't stop thinking of the latest of gossips and rumors he had heard before being arrested. The days has been very quiet of late. Other than the preaching of the new god Cyric , the words on the roads were very quiet. Up until now. He whispered more so to himself..
"Zhents aggressive recruitments...
Increase of Orc activity...
Something is coming, what could it possibly be..."
"My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold"
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2022 3:00 am
by selhan
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Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2022 10:55 am
by selhan
Loyal Surprises..
The Broken Goblet, a seedy tavern located in the nestled pirate village known as Roaringshore or what others simply call "The Shore". A tavern of carouse, a tavern with intrigue, a tavern with music, a tavern with rumors, and a tavern with glass goblets. But also, tis a tavern with surprises. And today was nothing short of it. It started with the return of the assistant bartender, the one known as Lamb. A speaker of Spirits who always has her companion a spirit wolf with her.
The bartender felt relief in her return. For now, he could take a break from behind the bar more so and simply enjoy some much needed free time. But just as he thought he was, a man came by. But not just any man. He was a dwarf, a short, fat, merchant Dwarf. But he was good in what he does. And he was standing there with two leashes that lead to two collars, that was around two necks....of Goats.
"Oh ? Yer found some Goats!"
"Of course! Where do yer want them?"
"How much fer the goats?"
"5000 sounds like a solid deal"
"Deal it is."
"MIss Jackie will be happy she aint want the alcohol, she always asked for goat milk."
"Now that was not what you told me!"
"A bartender need to do what he got to do, to provide for the quenching thirst eh? ..Well its been some time, but lets talk about that thing yer tryin to sale..."
Friends of old, business of old. But the evenings event didn't stop there. You see when you hang around someone long enough, certain things tends to reveal themselves. Sometimes they are things not meant to be told, other times telling is a relief in itself. But also, learning things about others, can also be a bloody curse.
"I aint know how to deal with Devils..."
"... well never sign tha blood contract no matter how temptin eh?"
One of the most surprising things that could happen to a non trusting person, is begin trusting a person. Sometimes, working alone or being alone has its own comfort. But so does having someone you can trust.
When someone fights with you...
And comes to your aid..
There's never a more better feeling than that, it can even be very rewarding.
The Bartender of the Broken Goblet would tell the frequent patrons..
"Ain't nothing like Loyalty. It can be around, even gone for years, and return or even birthed right in front of yer. Ain't no feelin like it. Tis even something to shed or spill blood for."
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2022 8:45 am
by selhan
Clearing Minds
Upon the activation of a wand, seven mirror images of him had suddenly materialized and begun to swirl around him causing the Elemental to be unsure of its intended target. And just in time for the huge hulking Elemental swung a punch that would have crushed every bone in his body! Instinctively he shifted his weight and dodged to the side just enough to see the large harden fist and forearm take the place of where he was just standing!
*Grunts!*
Earth Elementals had a vaguely humanoid shape, with club-like arms made of jagged stone and a head made of both dirt and stone. Occasionally chunks of minerals, gems, or metals were set within their stony bodies. A blunt weapon would more than likely have a far better effect then the blade he was using. However he was a persistent man and he will chip away the Elemental creature if he must. Such the fight helped him clear his mind, as well as keep his body fit.
At the end of the fight, along with some added bruises, the Elemental laid in a pile of chipped and broken rubble. He was thankful only bruises where all he suffered and his wards held up as they did. For leaving the spiral hill was another feat in it's self. Because the fight with the Elemental had awoken then green dragon below. And it wasn't in the mood.
Casting some extra wards from wands and trinkets that he possessed, he now felt ready enough to take his leap of faith. And leap he surely did so that he would have more space to fight the dragon.
But he didn't see the large snake waiting for him..
The sound of a large snake lunging forth in a deadly strike came quickly at he same time the talons of the dragon was fast approaching. He couldn't get flanked nor take on both at the same time. Deftly he tumbled out of the way from the striking snake, then jumped to the side of the dragon following another tumble to flank it causing the dragon to turn around awkwardly as he ran back up the spiral hill he had just leaped down from.
Using the big mass of the dragon to block the snakes advance, allowed him to focus on the dragon alone. However..he didnt have plans to fight it on the narrow path, one that gives little to no room to move much. The pressure was intense, the dragon stripped away most of his conjured mirror images with its many striking talons and fangs. Immediately a displacement spell came to mind and he quickly pulled forth another wand to activate such the spell to render him nearly transparent. Some of the strikes landed by the dragon would had normally ripped him apart horridly, but due to the spell he manage to avoid such fate. The Dragon was fierce, and advancing up the hill, he had to give ground what little there was. The battle was prolonged then normal, he was playing defense compared to what he normally does, and it was wasting time. He made a choice and took another leap off the spiral hill and landed with a thud. The snake seen him and quickly slithered its way over to him with a murderous intent in its eyes, but so did the eyes of its would be prey...
When the bartender returned to the Shore, a very unsatisfied expression was upon his face. Some where deep within the previous forest, a large constrictor laid dead with its head removed. And a green dragon had taken to the skies....time was wasted and the Dragon had decided to take flight instead of fighting the man until one of them died.
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2022 2:22 pm
by selhan
Minglin'
When folks tend to move freely around a place or at a social function, associating with others we often call that minglin. Every now and then I still get asked why do I choose to work in the Shore. I would tell them..
βYou won't be a wiser man if you always
keep away from bad people or poor ones.β
It's always interesting to mingle about, for one never knows whom they may meet or what they may even learn.
"You are the bartender here. I suppose you would be one to ask about people here on Roaringshore?"
"That depends, I be the bartender, but normaly I stay out of the High Capt'ans buisness. What yer needin?"
"I need an eye here to keep a look for a few characters that might pass through here. They are not locals. Perhaps you have seen a large man with flaming beard and hair pass by here with a a cloaked wizard and ex-soldier?"
"Within the tenday , Im often busy during the times most folks be up and about, cant say I recall none. I know most the names that walk in here if they frequent patrons."
"The large man would have a greataxe and hide armor. Rowdy and violent."
"Only person I' eva seen with a great axe is green haired beardless druid and some half orc blood"
"The large man goes by name "Firebeard, there's some gold to motivate you to do that on the table."
"Ain't met a fella name Firebeard, but motivation a nice thing"
"However...if this man is one of the pirate crews, and yer be plannin to hurt em, I gon' have to decline the offer."
"Again, he ain't a local. So not likely have anything to do with the captains here."
"If there's word to send, we talk about payment after. For now, let me get back to the bar, got goblets to fill."
Yes, mingling can be interesting. And you just never know if there's coins to be made. For the people that are too full of themselves or think their shite don't stink and believe themselves high and mighty, I offer a toast to them for they will always be last to finish. In a tavern or at a campfire, or even venturing out with others, one can always learn things from mingling.
"You didn't hear this from me, but their trying to steal your bard!"
"So that's how they play?"
"...to get her away from Roaringshore.."
"Anyone can hire Rose to preform at her given price. But if they think to take away what I help create..then that will not sit with me well, and quite dangerous."
"I do not own Rose, but if folks intend to prevent her from her work in the Goblet, then it effects me personally."
Aye, mingling can do wonders no matter where you are, or whom you mingle with. Sometimes, things you hear can very much be upsetting. Or even down right piss you off. Specially when you hear about personal transgressions. Few of the reasons some of us even left the Gates, was simply because others cant seem to get things done themselves and always wish to be spoon fed. Nor could people mind their own bloody business, or properly tend to their own for that matter.
Sometimes there's even profitable gains. Like a successful collection of treasure maps. And the Broken Goblet does keep a tight vault. Its been often travelers' Lore that the anonymous owners of the Goblet keep many treasure maps, wills, and written deals hidden in vaults for pirates, who pay 100 gp per page for long storage. The items are stored from when they are left until they are retrieved by the surrender of a symbolic key. Rumor has it that the tokens look like brass sea shells, but no one has ever been able to definitively prove this.
People do need at times also be careful with whom they mingle with. Some folks ruin their mere reputation and name for associating with the improper sorts. When a name is tarnished, its never quick nor easy to purify such the taint.
" ..they have been seen with Zhentarim, Drow, and Necromancers. Adventuring together like friends."
"W-wait wot!?"
"I received word of it from a trusted source yesterday."
Gossips..
Rumors...
Mingling...
All leads to a juicy story.
"Just wish I could attend the Court meetin, but tis fine, someone will stop by to tell me of what transpired. Someone always does, for a goblet."
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2022 7:03 am
by selhan
When Darkness Arrives
"You seemed like you needed a hug"
"Who the bloody hells is that?"
"Yes please. A . . . Triple of wyverns please."
"Oh oh ..."
"Well what I have to talk about is. . Extremely dangerous."
"Why do I feel....your about to bring me something that will give me a bleedin' headache."
"You've heard the name Cyric? Or perhaps Shar?"
Shar was the Faerunian goddess of darkness and night, the malevolent twin counterpart to the goddess of the moon Selune. Shar was described as a tall, beautiful humanoid with dark black hair. When visiting mortals in dreams, her dark hair would move and swirl regardless of gravity or outside forces, such as wind. The depths of Shar's evil were too extreme to be described by words. She was deeply twisted and perverse, a being of ceaseless, petty hate and envy. She plotted from the shadows to undermine all creation, reveling in the hidden and never to be revealed. Though she was not chaotic herself, like her sister was, Shar nonetheless sought to destroy all order. Even her own devoted worshipers were simply pawns in her overarching scheme against everything there ever was and ever would be.
Cryic was a new god, ascending to Godhood after some overgod had restored the gods back to their rightful realms. However some gods had perished , some by each other, others by adventurers. Cryic had taken the places of Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul, and his followers were quickly spreading their devotions.
"And this. . Cyric. . Apparently has taken the portfolio of the dead three. More so just asking that you keep an eye out for any that wear his symbol or speak his praises. . "
"I heard of this, and most of it sounded like bullshit. How certain are you of this?"
"This information came from Waterdeep. From one of the Archmages that lives there. Blackstaff or something. . He is the one who is repairing the dead magic within the Gate. I would say it's a good source."
"Well...there was one over a tenday ago, over in the Farmlands preachin the sort. Aint get his name, only that he called himself the Shiver or Shriver or some shite."
The bartender of the Broken Goblet only wondered , what sort of shite was coming to the Coast. But such thoughts had to be put on hold for he had some personal business that needed much attention too.
"Bet that sword of yer's do a lot of hurtin"
"Pay it no mind, tis nothing good that comes of it."
"What's the story with that blade, aint eva' seen anything like it."
"It' has a hunger of its own, if I don't feed it, what do you think it will feed on?.."
"Shite Sel.."
"Aye, some treasures or rewards just aint treasures or rewards. More so a bleedin curse. Like literally."
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2022 10:59 pm
by selhan
Their Coming..
Orcs were a race of humanoids that had been a threat to the civilized cultures of Toril, particularly Faerun, for as long as any could remember. Orcs varied in appearance, based on region and subrace, but all shared certain physical qualities. Orcs of all kinds usually had grayish skin, coarse hair, stooped postures, low foreheads, large muscular bodies, and porcine faces that featured lower canines that resembled boar tusks. Many also had wolf-like ears that were pointed on the ends, similar to elves. Orcs were roughly the same size as humans and other similar humanoids, though usually robust and muscular.
Orcs had poor temperaments and were given to anger more easily than some races. Easily offended and impatient, orcs generally preferred violent solutions and rarely considered multiple ways of approaching a problem. However, in spite of this many orcs were excellent at getting results, since they were creatures of action, not thought.
In recent days, gossips and rumors speak of the increased sightings of a particular Orc race. Dark of flesh, with crimson eyes. When one finally entered the tavern known as the Broken Goblet, the bartender knew right away, the rumors were true. His only thoughts following after was, how fast were they growing?
"Hey bartender, heard yer got orc blood in here."
"Aye Volstagg, he be my bruiser."
"When he gonna be around?"
"He should be rising soon."
His bruiser was a half blood orc with the pride of a barbarian tribe as they come. Most would think him an arse or even mean or rude. But in truth, his heart had morals, but the blood that runs in his veins makes like violence and fun. Knowing the grey orc's question, the bartender knew recruiting efforts are on the rise. He half expected to see an increase of the Orcs activity in Soubar. Question is, what would the elves do if they knew? At least his bar assistant had return and he can take more breaks from the bar. He has worked hard for the period of the past 4-5 months. He recently realized he hasn't stopped to check if he was even breathing.
Nor could he help but wonder...was the surface ready for such a rise of Orcs....
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2022 10:14 am
by selhan
Regrets or Not
Sometimes when the night is at its prime, and the shadows dance from the flickering of candleflames, I look upon each patrons face wondering do they know from where they came from?. Like their birth place? Their parents. Many I had spoken too, have no clue. Only the earliest of childhood memories. There are also some who try to learn of their origins. Some are a life long goal and the process can be exhausting. And they cant help but fall into the desire to learn of their origins. Some will stop at nothing, others will go to the extremes, few leaves it up to fate.
"You sure you want to know everything about where yer from?"
"I can't imagine why I wouldn't. It would not change the state I am in currently."
"....what if you keep diggin and find out something yer gonna regret?"
"I can't think of anything that I could regret that I didn't have a hand in."
"I've heard some stories of folks origins..not all was happy stuff."
"I could see being unhappy with something found in one's history. But it doesn't change who that person is now, or the events that shaped their lives."
"Make own way in world. "
The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the worldβs existence. All these half-tones of the soulβs consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.
βOf all the words of mice and men, the saddest are,
"It might have been."
When intentions are good and the results are opposite, how are we to manage such regrets when the results left a child to die? For some it brings them to bended knees while weeping in sorrows, while others, see intentions for what it is and conclude with just that.
"..Aint know all what happen but a kid got kilt..., she blame herself. That surely gonna shape things in her life."
"Life not always easy. Still shape who become."
"Kids die all tha time... only difference is when yer there ta see it and think ye could have changed things..fact is though....sometimes it ain't yer call."
We all make mistakes, have struggles,
and even regret things in our past.
But you are not your mistakes, you are not your struggles,
and you are here NOW with the power to shape your day and your future.
"How you feelin?"
"Like shite. But... I'll survive it."
"Your intentions were good Rose, only the results were not. Tis not mean its your fault. People die, some much earlier than others. And not all can be prevented. So long as your intentions were true, allow yourself to feel the lost and not the blame."
"...Kip returned on his own, finding wolves waiting for him instead of Murely..."
I would say, the truth is, not all origins are regretful, but some very well are...
And just because a child had manage to survive in the harsh streets, doesn't always mean they were abandon nor an orphan...
Many things are never what they appear to be...
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2022 7:34 am
by selhan
"Boomer"
"Hey stableman, look wot we gots here', that be Gnoll?"
*A deep gruff voice speaks out through the lifting fog* "Been in da Shore' awhile tender', I be famil'her wit da mut's an I tellin ya, tha not be Red's Gnoll."
"Looksy, he just barrin his chops already."
"Probably still a young boomer, got the bite of fight in em. Careful matey, yer mit'e just loose yer pretty little fingers' har."
"Young boomer eh? Guess that wot I gon call him..."Boomer."
*A single bark*
"Look almost like Gnoll, maybe from the same batch in all."
"Could be, but tha one looks to have tasted man flesh, cant yer see cur' he ain't lookin at what'ss cookin, he lookin at yer".
*Narrowed eyes suddenly glares coldly at the dog that was barring its teeth at the bartender. In a more serious harsh tone the bartender says..*
"We can do this two ways, one... you can replace this succulent meat here and I do mean "replace", or we head on out and become friends and I get you a nice roast just for you, what say you?"
*A single bark before a steady and silent stare*
"Good then, now let's go get that roast for yer. " *The bartender started to walk off but it wasn't until he nearly left the market area where he turned to glance at the dog. Pondering for a moment, then he decided to blow a quick whistle. The dog approached. "Come on Boomer, lets get yer something tasty eh?"
Passing traveler's would often hear the barking of dogs that roam the Shore. Sometimes the dogs sound as if their fighting with each other, other times they sound as if their tearing flesh from something or someone...
Big Thanks to the Dev Team for the work on Roaringshore and the Broken Goblet, the added sounds of the dogs is a great touch! And the other fixes and tweaks are much Appreciated! You folks are great!
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2022 5:06 am
by selhan
Isolation
Half-drows - are descendant of both human and drow ancestries. A half-drow generally had dusky skin, silver or white hair, and human eye colors. Half-drows were often conceived when drow raped humans, which were often their slaves. However, half-drow could also be the product of consenting parents, especially from male drow who had escaped the Underdark, and their female human spouses.
What difficulty it must be in the world when your born with societies restrictions and discriminations because of your mere bloodline. A half drow, who lives nearly day to day or night after night trying to avoid being prey from the very race that surrounds them. Simply because you share the blood of something else, the discrimination, the segregation makes life difficult. But yet even when you have isolated yourself from such worlds, and venture and take the long journey to be surrounded with the other part of your blood, you realize theres no difference. Once again you become prey, and forced to live a life of solitude, isolation. Seeking out whatever lands, towns, villages that would accept your mere presence with looking past of what you are.
"I was looking for bread. I know it sounds stupid, but i realized I haven't had Any in a long time."
"Sorry lass, we ain't serve food here."
"Only other place I would consider close, would be the Inn in Candlekeep down the Trade Way"
"...I've been there some years ago,..I've got wine tonight. This will do."
"Suit yer self"
"I just, well. Dont often go into civilization. I'm a hunter by trade, but mostly I just roam the wilderness."
"So yer come to the surface basically to enjoy things like Bread and surface drinks?"
"Not exactly. I've been on the surface since before gods fell out of the sky."
"Made friends and wot not?"
"My. . .Wolf and I have been friends for years. But yes, I've made well, I suppose a friend."
The bartender of the Broken Goblet would tell you in regards of being lonely...
βIt's not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame and self-loathingβthey are not all bad. Those devils have been my angels. Without them I would never have disappeared into language, literature, the mind, laughter and all the mad intensities that made and unmade me.β
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2022 7:50 am
by selhan
*A flyer would be put up on the board in front of the Sword Arms Inn*
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