Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

The rumour quickly spread about the red-clad pirate, the notorious womaniser Alistair the Fair, has stormed out of the Broken Goblet. An unfortunate sailor took a dive in the docks after he made a witty remark. Nobody knows where he went.

The woman known as Vicala was seen stumbling down the road in the company of a large red-headed man in black armor. He was courteously helping her walk as she was clearly intoxicated, and once down at the docks he guided her into a rowboat. The boat left skipping over the waves and was unseen for a few hours before returning with only one passenger. The man quietly climbed out, carrying the woman's belongings, and left the scene.

In the early hours of the morning after a drunken bar fight, a mage is seen a little worse for wear and sporting bruises on her face, packing up her belongings and leaving town. She would be described as having a foul temper and swearing abuse at all and sundry. There is the occasional explosion as crates and other debris are incinerated.

Sailors of Hellstorm crew grown in numbers are yelling and moving boxes on Roaringshore's pier. Captain is barking orders and watching the act with few of his most trusted men and wolf. "Ye salty deckhands, get those barrels to Sea Wolf's hold! Oi, Quater Master - Are the spears on deck already?! How about boarding hooks!? We are setting sails tonight and we need the God damned things! Work harder and earn yer share! " Few whip slashes can be heard time to time as officers make sure that the rythm is right. Outsider could be quite sure that these men are preparing for something - Which needs some weapons, alot men, rum and supplies.

The Hellstorm Crew returns ten days later, men all bloody or warpainted; carrying chests and sacks filled with fresh loot... Roughly 1/4 didn't return - Songs rise for the dead in the Broken Goblet tavern that night. "He whined like a pig what he was! Yarhahrahrhar Parley parley please pick me up from the water - Oh God please save me - Have mercy! Hahrhar!" The men drink, brawl, enjoy but keep their mouths shut about the successful journey's main plot.

Word is that a gambling hall is being established in Roaringshore, under the protection of the Hellstorm crew. A group of three men, a young girl and three halflings have been seen placing new tables and chairs in one of the backrooms of the Broken Goblet. A notice on the walls of the tavern:

"If you like to gamble at any hour, day or night, sun or rain, come at the Broken Goblet! Poker, blackjack, craps... Pray Tymora and get rich! Opening soon!"

A swarthy man, dressed in blue silk and topped with a red-and-blue cap, can be heard asking questions around Roaringshore. Questions that involve the name 'Hellstorm' and the word 'Captain'. Apparently, he's wondering how he can meet the man.

~a young scallywag washed up on the shores of Roaringshore ragged and tattered with nuthin but a keg of ale. As he climbs up the cliff he sits at a campfire and begins chugging away singing out of tune~ "I'll wait for ye till i turn blue, Theres nuthin more a man can do, Don't get your bollocks in a twist, Settle down, don't take a fit, Ya Drink with Demons straight from hell, they almost nearly won as well, Ya wiped the floor with victory, then puked until you fell asleep! ~He laughs with himself at the fire till he passes out~

~A drunk Scallywag sings and drinks for hours in the Broken Goblet~

"Eyy there sweetie ya wouldn't be not of known to know if you know that would be known if ya know that ya that err.. that of uer of a crew in needs of scallywags to man a dem ship here, could use a bit of coin to get more to drink 'ere

~continues to sing and drink till he passes out on the card table~

For the past few days there has been a man sitting in the Broken Goblet, he has offered free drinks and made promises of fortune, as long as there is captain with a crew daring and skilled enough to escape the clutches of the Old Lord Bones, and survive against even the direst odds. Few captains have already sat down on his table, to share a drink, as they hear his proposition, his gamble promising both death and furtune…

And they have all fled…

So there he sits, offering you a healthy drink with rinse of both death and fortune.

Refer to topic: Feldspar Jones – A Fool’s Gamble: Death or Fortune

~A Scurvy lad is seen singing by a campfire again drinking to his heart content with the rain trickling down below to where he sits~

Nothing they could do but sit in the bowels
with the water flowin' all around,
and thee water be' rose,
so quick and cold,
such an unlikely place to drown.

Trapped on da deck, trapped down below-
down, held in a stormm
Cannon be roarin' and planks be shatterin,
The Amish be 'ere now, sinkin' and drownin'
Ain't nothin left for dem to do but let the jolly flag rule,
Ta plunderin' them full, leavin' them nutin' but fools!

~Laughing to himself he drinks himself silly continuing on through the night~

A towering pirate in a shiny mithral breastplate stumbles to the Broken Goblet in extreme intoxication. He tries to buy a drink, but falls to the floor trying to lean to the counter and is thrown out by bouncers. He is muttering all the time;

Hrhh.. Wen' an'.. Spent all me gol'.. In Luskan. *hic* Aargh, was worth it.. Who be 'ese scurvies 'ere who not be likin' Luskan? Ye not likin' Luskan? Bah, go buy yerselves a big farkin' keg o' rum 'en an' blow yerselves t' bits.. Th' wenches 'ere an 'ere, 'ey don' match an wha' don' match can... Wha'...

And without letting him finish his thought, the bouncers fling him to the mud outside the Goblet. He's later seen stumbling onto a rowboat and towards the docked Sea Wolf..

After bearing the juvenile behaviour of the Helstrom crew, Feldspar Jones has moved to Lathar's Landing for his search of an able crew for hire. Week later he was seen in Luskan, making the same offer...

Well, until he gets back to Little Luskan of the Sword Coast. // Too bad Roaring shore is the only pirate local of the server.