“Some pirates achieved immortality by great deeds of cruelty or derring-do.
Some achieved immortality by amassing great wealth.
But the captain had long ago decided that he would, on the whole, prefer to achieve immortality by not dying.”
Roaringshore gains many new faces, as well as new bonds of friendships. Rising new crews? Who knows, and as long as they buy goblets, the bartenders dont care. Goblet coin is Goblet coins, and Goblets need to be filled. But this day wasnt all that typical of a day..not behind closed doors where whispers rise and fall from frustrations and word plays.
"I know you have involvement...."
"...your mistaken..."
"..I found out this much...only a matter of time before others do too..."
"..Cant be searching for something thats lost, if it aint lost.."
"...If you wont help us, at least dont help him.."
"...I'm no idiot...besides ..I dont know his location anymore, something happened and he's very pissed off.."
"...Help us be rid of him..he said he would raze the entire coast.."
"...He's old..and powerful..with ..many agents..if it was me..I'd produce what he wants and make a deal..they like contracts..."
"...I'm only trying to protect you.."
"..If not for helping that red headed woman...I would never had been involved!..Tis her doing!.."
We all make mistakes, have struggles, and even regret things in our past.
But we are not our mistakes, we are not our struggles, and we are here NOW with the power to shape our day and our future.
And the ultimate question will be..what will you do.
At least the day nearly ended with songs from a minstrel and dancing from patrons and carousing drunks. About the only thing of the day that was very odd, was listing to a song by a patron. Who sings a song consisting of birds that shite on banners and how much they want the bird dead. Some patrons, as much as I can like or even love them, have ways to make question the world we live in. Theres a saying that only the strong survives, I'm beginning to wonder if its the same world I live in. Cause with what my eyes see...far less thrives.
The rest of the night went pretty much uneventful. The bartender of the Broken Goblet still clung to past and previous rumors. Also, the added residence in the Shore was becoming noticeable. He couldnt help but wonder, if soon more bloodshed would happen between pirate crews, for such is the way of the Shore. As the song of tales replaced his thought at the moment, he glanced over to his minstrel, friend and companion. She stuck by him closely , as well as he for her. Together they have done wonders. However he can only hope, her pursue for a better world would come to a cease. For in his eyes, a better world does not hold the same vision as hers....
“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."
“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.”
"The choice is yours..."
"..but I'm leaving it up to you.."
"Then let's do this...breaking couches was fun.."
"....you life will be easier if you would just that contract.."
"...don't need to sign nuthin, signing stuff is never good fer me health.."
"...you'll come around...they always do.."
"...it needs you, your the reason that place breathes life.."
"...nay...its the patrons, the patrons are what makes it thrive.."
"...how can you guys just stand there and do nothing.."
"...had we did anything, we wouldn't be talking now..."
"....I miss her...but I ain't like lonely..."
"...aye, I feel ya, I miss her too...things dont feel normal without her, but I understand if yer need to move on.."
"....shall I rub the ointment on your chest for you?.."
"...nae, wouldn't want to trouble you with any bad rumors.."
"....Is this really you? Or is it an act?.."
"....Guess you will never know ...."
"....How do you feel about them?..."
"...I'm saving my judgement...so far..its not looking good.."
"...Why is your sword bleeding?..."
"...pay it no mind..nothing good will come from it.."
"...shes strange and has no emotions.."
"..Oh she has emotions, she just suppress them, that's how she's perfect in what she does..."
"....I told you boy...mother will always find you..."
"...I wasnt hiding mother.."
"...thats good for the both of us..now lets get back to your training"
"Don't just learn, experience.
Don't just read, absorb.
Don't just change, transform.
Don't just relate, advocate.
Don't just promise, prove.
Don't just criticize, encourage.
Don't just think, ponder.
Don't just take, give.
Don't just see, feel.
Don’t just dream, do.
Don't just hear, listen.
Don't just talk, act.
Don't just tell, show.
Don't just exist, live.”
The cloudy vision came in a shroud of clips of the past and present with incomplete dialog swirled in a series in no special order. They came randomly to him. Why he wondered, was it a sign? How he felt? Were they thoughts or memories in the back of his mind? He lifted his head from his arms and glanced around. After a few eye blinking moments, he realized, he was in the Broken Goblet. Tired he must have been to had fell asleep in the gambling room. He slowly rubbed his face as he tried to remember when the last time he even had a dream.
“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."
“Inherited Will, The Destiny of the Age, and The Dreams of the People.
As long as people continue to pursue the meaning of Freedom,
these things will never cease to be!"
With no lavish buildings in sight, travelers may wonder why would anyone would want to make home in a pirate village known as Roaringshore. But what they may not know, is that to each and every resistant of the Shore, no shabby place in Roaringshore would stop them from enjoying their lives as free men and woman. Outsiders only think of the brutal culture of pirates and thieves of the Shore, ever drunk and seeking plunders and ship raiding.
But if they shut their prissy mouths and opened their clean ears, they would come to learn, many of the pirates had families to feed. And unlike growing educated and provided people like the citizens of the Gates, these men and woman had to make due with what they could, and provide with what they could find. After all, when a free man or woman needs to provide, they will more than likely do it by any means necessary.
But take heed..for the Shore dislikes the weak and will only pray upon them. Only the sternest of hearts linger long enough if they have not disrespected the locals. For rumors of the Shore extend to years of brutal beatings and hangings. Bodies are never taken down , and remains are often fed to dogs. That is the Shore's way of instilling order within the Village.
And the tavern that most went too, to enjoy a good hearty drink and carouse the night away or seek pit fight brawls was the one called The Broken Goblet.
But other times, its a place for one to seek information or share rumors along with other things...
And this day, was for one of those other things...
“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."
“I don’t know what they are called,
the space between breaths,
but I think of you always in those intervals.”
I want morning and noon and nightfall with you.
I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin,
the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...
to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.
"Am I seein things..or is what I see real and true before me?"
"If its real and true ain't ye seein it?"
"I've missed you much." I come to realize..I've missed your company....
There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible magic that can make the sanest man go mad. I use to think that if you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it. It's strange to feel like you miss someone you're not even sure you know. If ever a man told me that his heart only ever had one thought, one want, one need, I'd call him a bloody liar.
“Desiring another person is perhaps the most risky endeavor of all. As soon as you want somebody really want them, it is as though you have taken a blade and grafted your happiness to the skin of that person, so that any separation will now cause a lacerating injury.”
"Look at you, aint came to me in several tendays, and yet here you are, ...... yet still the cheeky tiefer as I've always know ya to be.."
"Cheeky is how I've lived"
“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."
“Becoming involved in a convoluted circle of entrapment in a specific issue,
will offer little if any personal benefit in the end.”
"...you have chosen not to hide behind my protection.." I need no protection ''...Understand I will not take failure here lightly!" Nor do I
*A large grey hand of sharp talons grasp the mans shoulders. The mans eyes would widen in surprise and shock as he suddenly felt some of his very life force being taken away*
"Does that feel....fair.?..If I cannot have your contract it may turn out none can." What the bloody hells.?! "..Remember a thing that may divide ...them.." So easy for you to say
"Go now form your plans as if your very life depended on it!" If you think I fear to die, your greatly mistaken
Fear is the glue that keeps you stuck. Faith is the solvent that sets you free. But there was a difference between being stuck and choosing to stay. Between being found and finding yourself. I've had a saying ..The chains that break you, are the chains that make you. And the chains that make you, are the chains you break. I do not have any fear of death. My only fear is coming back reincarnated. After all, 'No fear' I couldn't take another life time of this pitiful world filled with annoyances. If I must look into the eyes of this foul beast and risk my very life to break hold of his grasp, I will do it, just stop feeling like I'm a bloody servant!
After the devil flew off, and he made his travel away, there was one angry thought that came to his mind. I would never have been in this bloody situation had it not been for helping that damn woman!
((Before I forget..Reminder my post are for entertainment and DM knowledge of activity. Please do not Metagame the info on this thread unless it would be noted as rumors ))
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
"Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact,
you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.
But it's far better then being utterly shattered"
The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it. But it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love. I myself would take a stab in the gut then the stab from a break heart. For that you cant clutch the wound, your forced to either endure until it heals or let the pain fester and rot inside you. For your heart and your stomach and your whole insides feels empty and hollow and always aching.
When a woman stood before me with teary eyes who could barely stand on her own two feet ask me.."Why why does it have to hurt so and why so long?" I could only respond with my most truest of words, regardless if it wasnt what they wanted to hear.
"It was real, and we were always taught love last forever and indeed it does. We just didnt know the pain of it would as well."
We all have suffered heart breaks in our lives. But we all seem to find ourselves feeling helpless when we see it with our own eyes. Words and gestures of comfort can only go so far. The broken hearts of others, will need time to mend. There is nothing the rest of us can truly do.
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
"A professional bartender is someone who can do his or her best work,
even when he or she doesn't feel like it."
Gossips in Roaringshore would speak of how the Broken Goblet seemed to have a very busy night with patrons. Sailors and pirates who would had gone to the docks of the city of Baldurs for what ever business they had , would also extend such gossips. It appears the known bartender is still heavily at work. Some patrons question and wonder how does the bartender keep up with two taverns. Only the people that know the bartender well knew, he was a man that did work diligently.
However, travelers seem to be thick within the Shore this night. And like always, goblets needed to be filled. As interesting it was to see new faces come around, along with visiting merchants and traders...more interesting of the purpose of some of the patrons. You see, bartenders know that not all patrons merely come for a drink. Some have other reasons.
"Who ordered the sacrifice? WHO!? Was it the Wavelord!?"
"Cant tell ya, I wouldn't be knowin. Yer just gon'a have to ask him."
But regardless what reasons patrons had to visiting the Broken Goblet.
The bartender only had one main objective.
That was to keep goblets filled.
After all, what's more pretty than the many goblets made from blown glass, that rest upon a pretty and elegant stem made of precious metals with unique designs.
One strange thing however this night, was seeing one of the new faces to be a red headed woman with greenish eyes. Curse to the bloody taraot reader. It seems the bartender of the Broken Goblet will forever be cursed with meeting red headed women.
Although stranger still, meeting a type of Orc unlike he's ever seen before. But after further talks and more goblets..he soon came to learn just where it came from. And that was indeed, far more surprising.
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is like an ocean,
if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.”
We know only too well that what we are doing is nothing more than a drop in the ocean. But if the drop were not there, the ocean would be missing something. I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere. White strings of gulls drag over it like beads. It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.
Of all the problems in the world, many tend to try to fix things in their own way thinking to themselves it is the right way. Often times your frustrating trying to come with a solution. Attempting to answer the who, what, whys. However sometimes, the best thing you can do, is pause a moment. Stand still and simply remember to breath. You would be surprise how less complicating things become. Answers begin to flow magically as it they were always there.
Sometimes to simply gaze and take in the wonders of setting moon, could feel just as magical. Every breath can be heard and felt. Time feels as if it came to a still. When you know its looking back with the same fascinated expression, you often feel reluctant to reach for it. Afraid the mere touch would taint or ruin its beauty. I could allow myself to be the man that changes the world. But I could not be the one that ruins it. For that knowledge wouldn't sit well.
"Hmph, it never seems to amaze me, that no matter where I go, where I stop at, in one of the taverns I work at, or out on the roads, I tend to find interesting new faces. And like always, they never seem to be whom they appear to be. But whom they really are is never my concern. I simply focus my interest in the shared conversations. Sitting here on a beach, with faces familiar to me, and new. There's a sense of peace, even with the knowledge of turmoil along the coast. If the Gods were kind, I'd ask them, give me these moments, and leave me alone and allow me to feel the pleasures of humanity."
“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."
“For some offenses, there is only retribution.
Vengeance is a monster of appetite, forever bloodthirsty and never filled."
Hoar - is the vengeful deity of retribution invoked by those who seek to repay an eye for an eye. He is a moody deity, prone to violence and with a penchant toward bitter humor.
"Are you Sel?"
"Aye that be me. What can I get cha?"
"Name's Darreth. I've been told about disappearance of elves here and also been told you know the details."
"Ah another one asking about that mess?..Aye I was there that night. Bloody slaughter really. The boys manage to capture a ship full of elves . Brought em back to the Shore. Some were sold off to Calimshite slavers, the rest ..well they got scarified to the Bitch Queen. "
"I've been told its 69 ... was sent. one has been sacrificed to this Bitch Queen."
"Nope it was surely 70 elves the pirates captured. 7-9 they sacrificed, the rest sold to Calimshite slavers, if any others put up resistance, the simply kilt them. Was well over 300 pirates down at the docks that night."
"So... it was basically all the town against those poor sods?"
"Nae not everyone in the Shore was there. Not even the Hellstorms and they the well known crew."
The bartender of the Broken Goblet remembered that night as if it was only yesterday. The sounds of carousing pirates, cheering to please Umberlee. Their cheers drowned out the whimpering sounds of crying elves that awaited the fate that was instore for them by the hands of the merciless and brutal pirates.
"Aye, that bloody mess been giving me a blimey head ache. Lost alot of regular customers because of that. Elves dont even attempt to come here no more, everytime the boys outside see them, they trying to take em to sale em off "
"So there was bunch of orcs who was running this operation? "
"Oh no no no ..you mistaken...that big nasty orc only bought one elf, just to kill it and eat its heart out. Pirates be pirates, piracy and plunders they all about treasures and a good drink . They got their own families to feed. Well fer the ones that do have families"
The bartender knew, no matter what sort of retribution this unknown man was planning to deliver, he might not live for too long. Grumish Orcs from the North, Brutal hungry pirates in the Shore, that one surely chases danger. But as he cleaned an empty goblet made of blown glass, he looked upon the elegant steam made of solid gold. The engraving was that of a bellowing dragon. In his mind the vessel was appealing, but soon thoughts drifted to the many pirates he's met and he muttered to himself..
"Things just got interesting around here. Wonder how that all gon'a play out. Hope he got himself a bloody army. Cause there's alot of bloody pirates and they like spillin blood. Retribution a lovely thing, but then again..." *The bartender seem to have been talking to the elegant goblet in his hand*
"If everyone sought an eye for an eye, then the whole world would go blind.”
“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 look of corruption, the stare of mistakes, the features of one that crosses lines... I ask really...what does it look like?
To go beyond what is proper.
To commit something unacceptable.
When a person makes some really bad choices, when confronted they say sorry. But are they really? They had a choice before them, they knew the many outcomes, they knew the consequences, yet they still made the bad choice. Can they really say sorry ? Isn't that like striking a man down just before you say, you don't want to do this? Life presents many choices, it is up to you to decide which one. If you were not in the right state of mind, that might be excused. But if you were sound of mind, and knew the odds and circumstances then your apologies mean nothing.
"Is that something you... should be asking?"
"I know I shouldnt.."
"Then... do not."
"Then I wont!"
"...This once..."
Some people say you only live once, so you might as well get some pleasure out of life. Even when people are not blind, they select moments when they want to be. To feel as if they have an excuse, to feel as if they still have a means to escape. No one likes traps other than the ones who set them. To be entrapped threatens the feeling of feeling free. Words like "Shouldn't, or Cannot" are mere reminders , a notice sign if you will, to let a person know if they go any further, the very act is unacceptable, for something that is cherish could get broken. And everyone that knows how things are in the Broken Goblet, knows that the owner really hates when things get broken.
But..
Sometimes...
Just once...
Allow me to break.
If not, then set me free so that I may live and die a free soul.
“We drink to get drunk, we get drunk to fall asleep, when we fall asleep, we commit no sin, when we commit no sin, we go to the Heaven's."
"Blue for a blue,
don't come without a gift,
or it will be poor you."
Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood. All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle.
Patrons in the Goblet came for a goblet. Idle chats, drinking from taps, laughing and jesting the night away.
One of the reasons I like working behind the bar, is the many faces with paints and scars.
A warrior breed, that drinks ale or mead, this night held talks of riddles and talks of greed.
As the night nearly came to an end. A strange patron entered the tavern known as the Broken Goblet. A bard he had claim to be seeking rumors. Was there a rumor to talk about this night? Aye nearly like every night. The most recent was the unrest in the North. Word was the people of Soubar have been feeling threaten.
Soubar was a small village on the Trade Way, south of the Boareskyr Bridge and Forest of Wyrms, north of Scornubel. It was often used as a way-station for traders traveling along that road.
Order of the Radiant Heart an organization, comprised of benevolent paladins and clerics that operated throughout Faerûn. The brave champions of this order devoted themselves to combating forces of evil, correcting injustice and maintaining peace and order in the Realms. While these devout men and women primarily venerated Torm, Tyr and Helm they held the faiths of many compassionate deities among their ranks. But their recent actions appear to be a threat. What actions? Let a bartender tell you.
Fort Prominece, once the home of House Blackrose is now in the possession of the Radiant Hearts. That alone makes people of Soubar feel like their being cut off. The Bridgefort too is occupied by them. And they have dismissed half of the Blackrose Corp and let the land fall to ruin. This is all word to a bartenders ears. Words from the roads I call it. Treaties, and deeds, there seems to be a claim to land. But who's land? The original owners? Or the current occupants? If you were a resident of Soubar and looked at map of the surrounding lands, things wouldn't sit well with you. And what more when it's suspected the Hearts conspire with the elves of the High Moor to call forth their solution to a problem they are complicit in letting fester. To many of the people in Soubar, that is unacceptable. And what is the coincidence that there is a call for a new state near Corm-Orp?
To the average ears, this all seem bothersome. But to the people of Soubar, its causes anxiety. When a person backs a animal against the wall, the only way that animal could escape, is through that person. I can imagine that wouldnt be a pretty thing. For some people, it never seems right if you cant feel comfortable in your own home. I bloody hate politics. But what I would hate more, to be feel threaten in my own Home.
"Blue for a blue,
don't come without a gift,
or it will be poor you."
And I also hate giving up a blue diamond.
“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."
Fate is like a strange, unpopular tavern filled with odd barmaids who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like. How ever sometimes what's meant to be will always find a way. I've always said knowing too much of your future is never a good thing. But similar to like how it was told to me recently ..There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be...
Some people live in the walk of fate. Others by luck. Many people go about their days unable to make decisions in their lives, and would simply toss a or flip a coin allowing Tymora choose their path. Lady luck is what shes often called. Some curse her mischievous and greedy ways. Some dedicated people surely believes her path is the one truth path. But so do many others with their own gods. Flipping a coin for our decisions is like saying we dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming - well, that’s like saying you can never change your fate.
Some use a simple coin toss in a perverted manner to sometimes determine the fate of others. In the mask of offering them two options and having them flip for their own fate or destiny. It can be crude. To think , a mans fate rest upon the flip of a coin, heads they live, tails they perish. Not to mention you are the one that flipped for your own fate. Is it fate or is it some foul falsehood manipulating a person to believe its fate? Some priests or priestess have been known for just that. Manipulating devote worshipers into thinking their praises are for the righteous cause. Yet they mask the true purpose and allow the power of evil to be spread and praised.
“It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.”
"What many dont understand is that, once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen."
“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 Friendly Arm was a walled hamlet on the Coast Way between Baldur's Gate and the town of Beregost. The most prominent building around the hamlet was the stone keep which housed the titular inn, which was run by Bentley Mirrorshade. This establishment was a popular stop for people traveling on the Coast Road. At the Friendly Arm, peace was secured by the guards, who insisted that all weapons be left at the gate and that all wizards and clerics tie one thumb to their belts, a practice that spilled over to fighting monks as well.
The keep was once the stronghold of an evil cleric of Bhaal, but Bentley, Gellana and the rest of their adventuring party,
cleaned out the keep and renovated it.
The patrons of the Friendly Arm Inn maintained an atmosphere that set it apart from other locales in the Realms. It was a true safe haven for all those that stayed within its walls. The rooms were airy, the food was good, and everything was clean. The barmaids were rumored to be iron golems camouflaged as women by illusory means.
It was also a place of gathering. Young or new adventurers who had finally did away with small jobs within Baldur's Gate, and ventured to more vast areas to seek treasures and adventure. Sometimes it was as safe place for people to meet for what ever their reasons were. Some of those reasons consisted of plans and plots, or simply to speak of dreams and goals. Other times, it was used for people to share deep conversations that would help them come to an understanding. Few times, such understandings never take fruit. A place like the Friendly Arms Inn, friends or born, and even sometimes enemies.
Even with rumors of murders within the Friendly Arms, its still a place people come to for many reasons. But like anywhere in our world, no matter the location no matter the place nor the time of day, sometimes theirs a story to tell. And other times, there will be stories never told. And the same goes with understanding between companions. We dont live in a perfect world, nor are we all perfect individuals. We all have our flaws and can become tempted by sinful desires. Everyone is their own person. To change that, you change their identity. Some change willingly, others are manipulated. The rare few will never change. If anyone was to ask the bartender of the Broken Goblet what he thought about the Friendly Arms Inn, he would tell you...
"Tis one of the finest an important place this side of the coast. And it holds many memories to many ol' folks. Even when I nae workin, It be one of the place I myself visits. Many folks makes friends over there, and some even lose friends. Tis why I like the Broken Goblet. It ain't a place fer feelin's."
“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."
“Some pirates achieved immortality by great deeds of cruelty or derring-do.
Some achieved immortality by amassing great wealth.
But the captain had long ago decided that he would, on the whole, prefer to achieve immortality by not dying.”
"Avast ye, hearties and if yer don’t want to be a scallywag, then set ye eye's on the Shore'! If yer got sight's to becoming a real seadog then ye be needin to tighten yer boot straps and grow a beard and meet with one of the crew. And if ye can endure the chin checkin then yer might be stern e'nuff ta git an invitation to go plunderin and find some booty or even hornswaggle someone. If yer dont get marooned son, then come on over to the Broken Goblet and join the rest of the carousers. Half the times most the patrons already three sheets to the wind."
"Bring a wench or find a wench and order sum rum and have a bit ol' fun."
"The Shore' Way!"
"And fer all thats out there flappin lips and cursin pirates..hope yer get caught by one of the crews and make yer walk the plank to meet the Bitch Queen"
"Ain't need to be witty ta know her embrace be cold to the bone! After all dead men tell no tales."
"And maybe, just maybe, yer git lucky enough to see a Ghost ship. May your blade always be wet, and powder dry"
Savvy?
“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 difference between my darkness and your darkness,
is that I can look at my own badness in the face and accept its existence,
while you are busy covering your mirror with a white linen sheet."
Thay - was a mysterious and terribly powerful magocratic nation in east Faerun. The underpinning nature of Thay saw it engaged in an endless pursuit of arcane knowledge and power, a goal chased most ardently by the country's elite; such endeavours were fueled and expedited by rampant slavery, a practice woven into the tapestry of the country's long, dark history.
For most of Thay's history, the country operated under a strict social hierarchy. The Red Wizards were considered the upper echelon of Thayan society, a magocratic noble class that was followed by Mulan bureaucrats, priests, merchants, soldiers, and mixed Mulan-Rashemi artisans and crafts people. The hierarchy of worship in Thay was abundantly clear to everyone within its borders: magic was revered first, religion was a distant second. Despite the common misconception, The Red Wizards did not worship fiends nor did they consider the Tanar'ri or Baatezu as gods. They saw demons as dangerous allies, servants or for the extremely arrogant, tools that could be manipulated to accomplish their goals. In fact, the Red Wizards simply did not have time that could be devoted to worship, and merely offered hollow words of worship to their patron deities, and only truly valued the power of the arcane.
Thayan Enclaves was famous throughout the Realms for the trade of magical items, an industry sponsored by the Red Wizards, who sold their crafted goods in the major cities of Faerûn. In addition to acquiring wealth from the sale of arcane curios that were manufactured in Thay, these enclaves were used to gather intelligence, another valuable commodity, for the Red Wizards and Council of Zulkirs. Among the Faerûnian cities known to have enclaves were Athkatla, Baldur's Gate, Proskur, Ravens Bluff, Scardale and Waterdeep, among others.
Thayan knights were the protectors of Thay's famed Red Wizards, and leaders within Thay's armies. They were unfailingly loyal, notably knowledgeable in the ways of magic, and extremely skilled in martial warfare.
Not many times had I encounter a Red Wizard. I can vaguely remember one long ago that I had met in blue robes that always wore a hood.
1348 DR
A respectful woman she was, seeking out knowledge. I remember helping the mage with acquiring spell scrolls in exchange for crafting services for the future. I use always smile when ever I ran into the nice woman. Blimey , I cant even remember her name. And then I remember the time she shocked me. As I walked out through the East gate of Baldurs, there she was setting up merchandise to sale . But her robes no longer blue instead a crimson red as if she had bathed in blood. Her hood no longer covered her head the tattoos were fully exposed upon her pale scalp, and there before me, a Thayan Red Wizard.
"Hey Sel" she said to me, as if that day was like any other day. I was surprised and unsure how to even regard her. She saw the expression upon my face and smiled. "Don't be shy." Shy? I surely was everything but shy. It was later with talks, I learned a little of their society. I'm no finger wiggler, and even if I attempted to with my luck I'd probably shoot fireballs out of my arse.
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If patrons ever asked the bartender if he's ever met a Thayan , he would tell them..
"Aye sure enuff'. A finger wiggler be a finger wiggler wot can I say? When yer meet one Red yer met 'em all. Unless yer got the privilege to met an Khazark. To them, that's bloody honorable to merely be in their presence."
“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."
