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Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2023 10:15 am
by selhan
Again Fill'n Goblet's
"No one visit's the Broken Goblet anymore,
the bartender's burnt' out or likely no one
is interested in going there"
There will always be someone willing to hurt you, put you down, gossip about you, belittle your accomplishments and judge your soul. It is a fact that we all must face. I've always said before, rumors are carried by haters, spread by fools, and accepted by idiots. But let them talk the gossips I say, because from what I'm seeing with my very own eyes, is a filed Goblet.
With new faces...
Familiar ones...
Dark ones...
And returning ones...
The evenin' was filled with carouse, the spread of tales, the sharing of rumors, and most of all, drinks in a goblet made of blown glass that rests upon a stem of elegant craft. Some where crafted of a bellowing dragon or a rising Krakan sinking a ship. Others had a more bawdy design like a naked sailor entwined with a mermaid.
Talks of caravan drivers killed in cold blood or rather drained of blood...
Talks of Orc's occupying the Fort Prominence and now making it a place of dwelling...
Talks of religion although the bartender surely didn't want to hear much it...
And talks of secretive voyages...and pretty lasses...
If patron's asked the bartender of the Broken Goblet, how things are in the Broken Goblet these days, he would tell them...
"When the bartender be in the Goblet, he fills goblets."
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2023 12:51 pm
by selhan
Renovation's
"What do you do when a man gets tired of drinking ale?"
"That's simple, you give him rum instead."
When flavor diminishes after so long of drinkin the same drink, they tend to find something stronger. I on the other hand, simply continue to drink the same thing, I just change the brand. Consider me a man loyal to a fault. But it can be said, when I serve or give my loyalty too someone or something...well...guess yer can call me blindly loyal.
Throughout the nights and days, the bartender of the Broken Goblet was working with local men in Roaringshore to help offload crates and materials. The Broken Goblet tavern would have few patrons due to heavy labor activity. After all, if patrons wanted their carousing nights to resume, then theres no better way to speed things up, than by offering extra helping hands.
After a year of working in the Goblet, the bartender felt it was finally time to change the flavor of things.
"But it's still gon'a be rum that I drink."
"After all, there's be all kind's different brands of Rum, why drink ale?
If the Goblet needs a new flavor, I've merely do the same thing,
change the brand in things, but it's still gon'a be the Broken Goblet."
Old Goblet
Revision Goblet
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2023 7:35 pm
by selhan
Closer...
For those that live in the Shore or able to pass through unmolested, will notice the bartender and large rowdy looking men, carrying out old furniture and breaking them apart for scrap wood. But also they would see crates large and small being broken apart to take what ever contents within and bringing them within the tavern.
It would be obvious to those that see the work being done, that renovations has begun. If any passerby stopped the bartender and asked him...
"Why bother with such efforts with such a seedy place?"
The bartender would tell them..
"A place need effort, and if one does not put in effort to a place that needs effort,
well then, there's no effort for the place that needed the effort."
The passerby's would likely state to him...
"Ah! So renovations is what yeee doin mate?''
And the bartender would simply reply...
"Yer naught makin' any sense at all."
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2023 2:02 am
by selhan
New Leaf Turned ?
“If I have one piece of advice to give you all about what to search for in your quest for What Next,
it's to find where the line blurs between hard work and happiness for you.
To find that thing where working hard at it makes you happy,
and where you're happy to work hard at it.”
"We-we need to lay low yes-yes..... we-we even came up with plan to become pirates too yes-yes, even want to come to drink at bar-thing too yes-yes."
Well well wots this? More people seek'n to become local's of the Shore? What tidin's this beee? A bunch of scallywags want'n to turn over a new leaf they say? Does my blimey ears hear true?
Well then, wot better way to have a parley with a table of food and rum! When grown folks need to talk, gone folks be need'n to talk.
"Well well well if it aint the fellow back at Soubar, never took you for a pirate"
*He smiled and approached with a drunken stagger* "I like privateer mate, after all, I'm a bartender, only a matter ol time I grow a feelin of the place hmm?"
"I see and I assume the talks went well?"
"I think we are going to get along here very, very well."
"I was getting annoyed with paladins walking into Soubar"
"That is quite bold indeed, yet..strange why even allowed."
"Acting like they have a rapier shoved up their arse."
"Show us the bar, and I will make sure to buy as much alcohol as I can, probably beats what ever swill Mag sells anyways
*He grins* "Soubar a shitehole, Roaringshore is a better shitehole"
"I see being living here has many perks"
"So then Sel, tell me about yourself"
"I'm like any other man, one that been around for quite sometime. Was goin to retire a year ago really, until I found work at the Goblet. And grew love in the Shore. After all, how can you not like a lawless place with no Prissy laws. And as to any questions about Roaringshore, I already showed Zenk where yall could stay, the owner of the Swordarm will surely like his magic. A lawless place indeed, just dont cross the High Captains and go insultin pirates and life will be good here But ..if ever a pirate tries to mudd'n yer name , do make yer stand and show yer aint one to get mudded. Gotta earn yer keep ."
"They do have a wonderful tree and gallows we could perhaps purchase some corpses from. BUT that will all come later."
*She takes the wine and gulps it down all in one go, she breathes out and gives a little hiccup*
*He glances at Alber and Zenk then to the rotting bodies* "Feel free to make use of them. They were buggers trying to kill me for the past few months. Well some of them. And remember...its a lawless place..dont fear using yer boney friends..just mind what they do.'"
"I'm sure we can think of dozens of uses"
"The High Capt'ans hang men and dont take them down , the crows pick their bones..Not wise to upset a High Captain. But the Mage at the Inn..he will love you." *He glances down at the Chicken* "Careful with the local dogs...they eat man flesh...
I've always said I nae like things that don't bleed. But I guess so long as such things are not comin fer me, I can sleep good at night. Wot an interestin' day indeed. New faces, brute strength and mages with teachings of necromancy. I'm quite sure they will make a good home in the Shore. Pirates they will likely become or maybe not. But if they are serious in turnin over a new leaf, then perhaps the can adapt and learn to do things the Shore way. May even keep Paladins off their back. I always said I needed mages fer the crew, guess this wot I get fer not being precise in wot kinda mages we gon'a be need'n 'round here. Oh well, their still mages non the less. Wonder If I can really shape these boys into something far more fun. If one thin is for sure, I've increased my patron count, the boss will be pleased.
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2023 3:22 am
by selhan
4 Eleint 1359
Even though the Tavern was undergoing some minor renovations, it doesn't stop patrons from wanting their goblets. And what kind of man would the bartender be to deny the quenching thirsts. So he did what a proper bartender would do, he filled goblets.
New faces and of old, gathered drinking to their hearts content and carousing. A man thought it a special gathering, but the bartender was quick to tell 'em..
"Nae this is no blimey meetin, this is normal."
Rumors told, stories shared even about a man who wrestled with a large oversized monstrosity. The disbelief on the faces of the new patrons of how such a tavern could be, for the wet lips from ale and rum was surely surprised. But the bartender simply told 'em...
"It's the patrons. So I need to do wot I can do, to keep 'em happy."
The place was filled with drunken cheers but wait, there was more.. The known bardess of the Shore walked in and did what she gets paid to do. And that was to sing her sassy blimey guts out.
Humans from all sorts of places, Thayans and drows and even a black orc from the north all caroused and spilling drinks as the slurr'n of words escaped their lips. The taste of freedom , the feelin of comfort they surely found this very day and night in a likely tavern such as the Broken Goblet.
But not everyone was in a tavern enjoying a goblet and partaking in a carouse....
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Elsewhere, underground in the Flaming Fist prison a woman distraught, exhausted and wondering of what her fate would become. Word had traveled fast of another bardess known as Maevyn Arkalis being arrested and even turned in by her own husband whom appeared to put oath before love.
Gossips had reached the Broken Goblet with jaw dropping expression. What sort of man turns in their own wife to sit in a prison cell? She was a minstrel a song bird free to sing her heart out. And now caged like a pet.
Caught in the roots of corruption, feeling tangled in its webs. One has to wonder just why? Hearing of that had transpired and knowing some details his ears has heard he comes to question the minds of those who would awaken the beast of politics. The bartender in his own life time of experience knew never to cross paths with a Noble to rich for their own good. When a person is filthy rich, they always have powers. And nobles who sit upon the gameboard of politics has already establish themselves for many years. Like dark forces they can make town crumble, like thieves they can make people disappear, like an experienced mage they can manipulate things to their creation.
Like Kings whom indulge far too much control , tasted far too much power, and bask in far too much wealth their minds turn corrupt. Making them far more dangerous than a man with thirsty ambition. You never know whom they have in their pockets, whom owes them a debt. Sometimes life is less hurtful when you simply look away from things. They say ignorance is bliss, I find that to be very true.
"After all, It's why I choose to live in the land of freemen and women."
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2023 8:48 am
by selhan
Lore of Roaringshore & the Goblet!
"Take what ye can,
And give nothi'n back har!"
This isolated village of Roaringshore nestles in a small deep water cove on the coast about a third of the way south from the mouth of the Winding Water toward the city of Baldur's Gate. This is a pirate hold with the reputation of being bold and lawless. Roaringshores reputation has spread far up and down the length of the Sword Coast.
Traveler's should be aware that many pirates here are runaways, local thieves, and adventurers all out to make an impression, and perhaps attract some business as mercenary hirelings. A lot of posing goes on. This can make Roaringshore a very dangerous place for the visitor who isn't in a large, well-armed group, or obviously powerful.
One notable attraction is the drinking tavern know as the Broken Goblet. When pirates and lawless folk come to brawl and carouse, their first thought is to roll into the Goblet swords drawn, and swagger as they promenade along the raised entry dais and down toward the bar. It's the place to be seen and the place to be killed in, if the body count of the last few years is any indication. Don't go here unless you're very good with a blade, alert, have a lot of well-armed friends with you, and are protected against poisons.
But beware, this place is strongly warded, and the defenses permit only existing defensive spells to continue. Newly cast spells are twisted and lost, without effect. This prevents broken glasses for drink is served here in ornately carved and blown glasses, some of which are exquisitely beautiful, and rather more of which are simply rude.
The staff here go armed with daggers, boot knives, and steel knuckle spikes. Overly amorous patrons are warned that the large men with many scars are large men with many scars, but the buxom wenches with the long lashes and ready smiles are doppelgangers. And likely Illithid controlled doppelgangers, because it's rumored the owners of the Broken Goblet are Ilithids according to one Harper. They often respond to overly familiar touches with a dagger strike and a shift in the form of one hand into a loose curtain of flesh that can be slapped over a patron's face to smother or blind him!
The Goblet sells no food, but patrons can bring in all they like. One free glass per patron per evening is included in drink prices. Traveler's Lore says 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 (usually a brass token). Rumor has it that the tokens look like brass sea shells, but no one has ever been able to definitively prove this.
Known Owners and Employees of the Broken Goblet:
Owner: Miss "Jackie"
The Manager: Captain Pike
Barmaids: Sarah and Sally
Door Guards: Kern and Mort
Bruiser: Volstagg
Bartender's: Sel & Captain Pike
Bartender Assistant: Lamth'ari
Tavern Rule what few they are:
No Breaking the furniture Specially the Glass
Fights taken outside or down in the pit
No Touching the Barmaids
First round of goblets free in the evenings
Insult a pirate and your likely to get shanked
Not everyone is safe in the Shore. Elves will likely be captured and sold to Calminshite slavers.
All the goodie folks that aligns with everything good and righteous, well every step you take in the Shore is a step closer to being hanged on the big tree with the other hanging bodies that never get's taken down and left there until the crows pick their bones clean. Hell even people that live in Roaringshore risk their lives doing so. Just ask the bartender or the owners of the Run O'l Rig, they'll tell you a tale.
But Roaringshore is a lawless place of free men and women. And it's filled with brutal pirates with High Captains and their armada.
THE HIGH CAPTAINS
The five High Captains (Currently four), otherwise known as the Council of Five, are the reason why Roaringshore has not been wiped off the map by Baldur's Gate and the Lord's Alliance.
A powerful cartel of pirates and smugglers with a combined fleet of their own, the High Captains make frequent use of Roarinshore as a base. Collectively they present enough of a threat to make the situation a stalemate with the local powers. So long as the pirates don't get too greedy, businesses write off piracy as a form of taxation.
For everyday matters in Roaringshore, the enforcers of the High Captains are the law of the streets. Normal ship captains answer to the High Captains.
To be a "captain", you must have three things: A ship, a crew, and plunder in the hold. If you show up empty-handed, don't expect a warm welcome. Once a captain is established he may base out of Roarinshore and weather a few lean months (especially over the turbulent winters) but nothing makes a barman smile and hop-to like knowing his customers came in with a fat purse and a lot of rum.
Open warfare is not tolerated by the High Captains. The odd brawl or shady murder can pass beneath notice or care, but when you damage the commerce and trade you're likely to get beaten by all available drunken sailors.
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2023 4:23 am
by selhan
Another Day of Goblets!
When the smoke filled the air and the smell of spilled ale and rum assaults your nose, you know your in a seedy tavern.
When you hear hard laughter's and crude jests, you know your in a seedy tavern.
Aye the Broken Goblet be such a tavern, and even though many do not wish to frequent such a place, it still attracts its own sort of patrons.
But other than laughs from drunken lips and filthy jests, there's always the talk of the latest word or news around the Sword Coast. The days continued on with talks of a woman to sits within prison walls, brought by her own husband. Spits and curse and speculations aplenty. Yet all have the same question, what will the woman do?
Will she accept her fate at the hands of a court that's likely as corrupt as the lowest merchant? Will she fight with pride trusting in the system that has screwed many over in the past? Will she even attempt an escape? Who's to know in the know'n in such the case. Most agreed on one thing, if ever to challenge a bloody rich noble, expect everything to go wrong.
They say a ray a hope can pierce through the darkest of places. But sometimes hope doesn't arrive when you need it too. Some are doubtful anything would even happen to the woman. Many believe those with good aligned hearts will always get away. Surrounded by the loving care of friends, embraced by the breasts of comforts the innocent shall be set free.
But sometimes its not always the case...
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2023 9:06 pm
by Deragnost
*A song started to echo throughout the Broken Goblet: a well-known feathered hat would be spotted among the people, but she wasn't alone! A gorgeous woman with a long yellow dress was playing and singing alongside her! It's said that when she stopped singing, some of the patrons would ask why, in the Nine crispy Hells, she would sing about laws and Lords and justice crap. It seems that her answer, "They paid me to", was enough for some to give it a rest. For now...*
In a realm where darkness veiled the light,
A tyrant's rule, a never-ending night,
He preyed upon the helpless, the weak, and the meek,
A shadowy Lord, his motives were bleak.
From the shadows he schemed, his power grew vast,
The people's suffering would not be his last,
But whispers of change began to swarm,
As a storm of rebellion started to form.
Oh, the tyrant's reign, it won't persist,
We'll unite as one, in justice we insist,
Breaking the chains of his vile endeavor,
In the end, he'll face justice forever.
In the depths of secrecy, his schemes did unfold,
His wicked commands, his stories untold,
But heroes emerged, with courage so bold,
To unveil his corruption, to expose the cold.
In the heart of the night, they rose against fear,
Their purpose clear, their mission sincere,
With valor in their hearts, they'd break the facade,
To reveal the truth and shatter the fraud.
Oh, the tyrant's reign, it won't persist,
We'll unite as one, in justice we insist,
Breaking the chains of his vile endeavor,
In the end, he'll face justice forever.
The trial was set, the evidence amassed,
The tyrant's reign would not forever last,
The people's voice, their demand for peace,
Would finally make the darkness cease.
In the courtroom's hush, the truth did unfurl,
The tyrant's crimes, a sinister whirl,
The people's will, a thunderous storm,
As justice prevailed, a new world was born.
The verdict was cast, his sentence severe,
For the countless souls he'd caused to tear,
With unity, their purpose became warmer,
They proclaimed, "We've put a Dent in his armor!"
Oh, the tyrant's reign, it will persist no more,
As a united front, justice we restore,
Breaking the chains of his wicked endeavor,
In the end, he'll face justice forever.
Though the tyrant still lingers in his domain,
The people's resolve would never wane,
For a trial was prepped to make him see,
The consequences of his tyranny.
(Thanks to DM Mimic for the inspiration!)
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2023 5:08 am
by selhan
Secrets and Redemption
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you,
because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places.”
In a city built by revolt and lost treasures that seem to thrives with commerce, also hides corruption up to the highest form. When renown citizens and Nobles once thought righteous and law abiding turns out to be no better than the common criminal, one has to wonder ...how many more are there. A woman found non guilty and freed from imprisonment, and an accuser whos fled but not before burning down his own estate. Why did he burn it? Who knows what dark secrets that might had been found had he not did so. At least the woman can reclaim her innocence. Yet some say, it was her redemption. Minds cant help but wonder, why would the noble Lord simply flee if he held the air of confidence? Was he paid off? Or was he Threaten to depart? ...
After all...it is Baldur's Gate.
But speaking of redemption, there seems to be others trying to change their once ill rotted lifestyle. Tired of having Paladins on their heels, exhausted mentally for gaining so much hatred for simply being whom they were. These men who once thrilled in the life of necromancy are soon realizing such a thrill comes with a cost. A cost too taxing and troublesome.
Hated in the South, hated in the North, they have little to no allies. A band of men bound by bones and beliefs of a now dead God, questions themselves. Is it all worth it? Is it likely their God replies only in silence when they seek a means and answer? Does their faith dwindled with doubt like other followers of Gods long dead and silent?
"Look, so long as yer round here, yer aint got nothing to worry about, if A paladin comes in here pokin around like they did in Soubar, they likely to get shanked and fed to the dogs. But when yer step foot out the Shore, better mind yer surroundins."
"Understood. I can't say they were lying but there was a reason we wanted to try something else. Bit of a fools errand. I suppose they got the taste in their mouths now."
"Look, what yer do about yer God, is yer own business. This is Roaringshore, so long as it dont piss off the High Captains whom are the law.... yer pretty free ."
"I don't think we'll have trouble with them. We've had some hard lessons about troubling those in power. My issue is I don't know how to get them off our backs now that we have decided to move on to a different lifestyle."
"Be consistent."
"I suppose some of our wizards would wish to fall in with any local necromancer covens but besides that it's the shore life for us now. I'm sure they are bored after grinding the Ice Witches into the ground."
"Rumors. Thats often how things get out there. Folks been tellin me yall a bunch of degenerates and troublemakers. But really, this Roaringshore, the bloody place filled with Pirates, thieves and smugglers."
"Are they the Paladins truly kill on sight in the 'shore?"
"Its a lawless place, The High Captains are the law really, they aint like commerce being messed with. A Paladin CAN walk through and likely be ignored as a dumbshite..but if they start pokin around asking questions of locals..well..they likely get gutted , hanged and fed to the crows, or the dogs. Cause thats considered messin with the locals."
"At the same time however, we don't want to step on anyone's toes."
"If the fok'n city can accept a drow becoming a fok'n surface elf there's no reason why they cant believe yall cant changing a life style. they generalizing ya'll."
"Speaking of which, we should talk about starting that Merc company here. When we aren't crewing...."
"I think mercenary companies around here require their own ships, I would be wary about boarding a strange crews vessel. We likely wouldn't return."
"Well, theres plenty of yer. I sure ya'll can go plundering together and save coins. First things first..One of ya'll should get a shop, a home..helps establish yer'selves here."
"We hope to develop a strong reputation here very soon. We tire of all the conspiring against us and seek a place where we can be undisturbed."
"Just takes dedication and consistency. Less than a year that I moved here, I got a job, a ship and reputation."
"I think in less than a year we've pissed off everyone south of Baldurs Gate and everyone north of Roaringshore."
"Some in our group make a greater impression then others, however it appears all have attracted attention.It's been an especially trying trial trying to maintain our public relations, especially when some of the more rowdier of the group take it upon themselves to make their own impressions."
"That alot of folks to be convincing..Just the Gate alone...House Vale, House Darius, Radient Hearts, Harpers, Temple of Torm, House Marshall, Tirel, Mystrans.." *He blew a whistle* "And Cyrics? " *He laughs* "This gon'a be very interesting ."
"Yes, some of the group find it amusing to cause trouble. That hasn't helped. "
"Well it gon'a be an interesting journey lets see if yer boys can pull it off tho."
I've always found interest seeing how the mind of others work. Their perception, their thought process. Can these people really change I wonder?, In another life, in another time, I would have looked upon these very men in utter disgust simply because I've always didn't like things that didn't bleed. But living in Roaringshore has allowed me pause, to analyze people more. I think back now and realize how stubborn of a man I once was. The Shore changed me. Perhaps maybe..it can change these men before me. I know one thing, once they truly feel the life of freedom, they wont want to leave. I didn't. For now, I will hold my judgement and give these people a chance to adapt to the Shore, to find a different path in life. I'd be lying if I say they didn't jump from one hot pot to another. But at least this kettle will burn less. Maybe...Who knows..maybe the pirates will have a better use for their necromancy ways other then simply causing trouble outside of the Shore.
If a patron asked the bartender could anyone be redeem he would tell them...
“There's no need to talk about it, because the truth of what one says lies in what one does.
A good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad act the good. Each should have its own reward.”
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2023 12:24 am
by selhan
New Glass
“If you are renewed by grace,
and were to meet your old self,
I am sure you would be very anxious to get out of his company.”
The Lore-
The street door is guarded by two house guards with orders to keep it clear so that access is denied to none. Brawls are thus prevented from erupting on the way in and out the door and harming trade. This has the effect of allowing each patron to make a grand entrance on the raised entry dais, which overlooks the taproom from behind a safety rail.
A trophy of a long-ago brawl decorates this smoothed oak tree-trunk railing: A black-bladed battle axe split the rail in two and crashed down to bury itself haft-deep in the edge of the floor beneath. Its owner did not live long enough to get it free so the proprietors of the tavern left it there as a warning.
The Lore-
Beware, this place is strongly warded, and the defenses permit only existing defensive spells to continue. Newly cast spells are twisted and lost, without effect. The defenses also whisk all missiles (hurled glasses, daggers, darts, bolts, and arrows alike) up into gentle contact with the ceiling. This prevents broken glasses -- for drink is served here in ornately carved and blown glasses, some of which are exquisitely beautiful, and rather more of which are simply rude.
The Lore-
The Goblet consists of a dark taproom with stone floors, massive wooden support pillars and furnishings (trestle tables, wall benches, and high-backed wooden chairs), and candle lamps.
The Lore-
From the taproom, many small, shadowy stairs lead down to jakes (a dangerous place known for stabbings and impromptu body disposals, with direct connections to the tidal sewers) and up to private drinking rooms, some of which have sliding panels offering egress to side alleys. Lighting is always scanty in the Goblet, and a ghostpipes spell provides gentle background music to cover most conversations from casual eavesdropping.
*Prospects*
There are constant rumors that the staff and ownership of the Goblet are not human and consist of beings far more deadly than the doppleganger wenches. Most folk believe that some fell power runs the tavern. Its wardings are certainly strong, and spells have been deflected from them that hurled back or slew large mercenary attacking forces sent to cleanse or raid Roaringshore. (Those bearing a ward token can cast spells within the tavern.) The truth, according to one Harper I spoke with, is that illithids rule this tavern and use their powers to gather information about the illicit doings of the Sword Coast from the guests who come here. (Footnote: The Harper is right, Elminster confirms -- after which he sarcastically thanked Volo for revealing only what is prudent about Roaringshore.)
Old Broken Goblet-
((I just want to give a big thank you to the Admin's, Dev's and DM's, for allowing me the opportunity to revise the Broken Goblet Tavern. The new alterations of the tavern will go live in the next Patch! For readers and fans alike, When I was working on the revision / alteration of the Broken Goblet, I did my best to keep within the lore of the Broken Goblet to help keep Role Play within quality standards with the respect of its original builder, and I tried my best to make details standout and overall to keep things immersive. I Hope my work does not disappoint and the place could be enjoyed by anyone willing to RP in such the setting. BGTSCC once again thank you for the support and to Ashenie, Big love and Thank you! for your teachings and guidance, I would probably had made an utter mess without them! Thank You Rhifox,DM Winter, DM Ghost, DM Wisp, DM Ink, DM Soulcatcher, DM Spartacus, DM Summers for all the support, events, and knowledge as well as RP!. Thank you Lux for that stage and tables! And thank you to all the players that came around to RP within the Broken Goblet, you all kept the activity going! Following Screen shots for those players who had fond memories of every RPing in the Broken Goblet before the alteration goes live.))
Drinking Area and Bar
The Back Rooms
The Header
The Fighting Pit
((THANK YOU ALL ONCE AGAIN! And big thanks to all the rp supporters and players that help keep the world we play in alive!))
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2023 11:20 am
by selhan
New Chapters
I've spent little over a year, meeting all kind of patrons, and sharing tales, rumors, advice. Observing a persons perspective, understanding their minds. The doors to the Broken Goblet opened, and one by one, the common and most notable patrons had entered. And they surely wasn't the last.
A new day a new Goblet...
A new look, and some new faces...
I've told many tales of the things that happened in Goblet...
But this time, there's really nothing to tell..
I mean there is, but when is there never something to really conversate about in the tavern known as the Broken Goblet? Today was just like the normal days, busy, a story to hear, rumor to share, carousing. The only really difference between today and other days is, today was the first day the Goblet opened its doors with a fresh look.
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2023 9:58 pm
by selhan
Beyond Mortal Men
“Your profession is not what brings home your weekly plunder,
your profession is what you're put here on this world to do,
with such passion and such intensity that it becomes spiritual in calling.”
Death Knight- A death knight was a mighty undead warrior created by gods of death or other malevolent forces. They were most commonly created from evil humanoids who in life had been blackguards, fighters, rangers, barbarians, and even paladins fallen from grace.
A death knight appeared similar to how it appeared in life, but it had a decayed body with rotting flesh and pinpoints of light in place of eyes. A death knight often wore fine clothing and armor, especially capes, as a mark of importance. A death knight struck fear into the hearts of weaker creatures
"Sel...theres a few guys in inside looking for you. They said they seek the Fang Bearer"
"Oh ? Al'rite be back in a moment"
*The've returned..Dammit, I don't have the book on me.*
"I think it is as we have suspected."
"Yes."
"Why do I have a feelin, you two know what the Lord is after..."
"It is not what he is after, but whom he is."
"Oh now that changes things.."
"Find a way to meet with him.
"Do not antagonize him lest you wish to join us in undeath."
"Oh I'm sure if he casts magic outside, he'd have locals to worry about."
"I doubt it. If the populace of ........gives him trouble, he's more likely to wipe it off the map."
"Understood, I will do as the Master wish."
"That gives a good measure of things ...so hes nor ordinary man.."
"Do you think we would care about the business of an 'ordinary man'?" ...."That is all for now. We will return soon."
*After escorting the two dark figures, he composes himself and adjusts his coat then smiled as he looked around the tavern and seeing the many patrons watching him.* "Okay ..now where were we? ...Oh right DRINKS!" *He goes behind the bar to fill goblets of various drinks. His smile wide, his laughter's forced but simmering in his mind was thoughts nothing less than serious .*
*He could see the curious glances from several patrons, some with the look of surprise, others obviously expressing a wish to talk later. The rest, well they continued drinking out of their goblets.*
*"Fang Bearer."...the worlds heard within his mind. He couldn't help but wonder, how much longer until the rest of the world, would know him by that title...
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2023 9:40 am
by selhan
When A Black Sun Rises, And The Bright One Falls
"Evil lurks in the mind of a mad man,
What would your good do if evil didn't exist,
and what would the world look like if all the shadows
disappeared?"
As a mere mortal man, I have seen many acts of evil within my life time. I've seen men slain by men simply because they felt like it, children eaten by werewolves, vampires kill innocent farmers, throats slit for mere coins, towns slaughtered by a persons wrath. Beasts unknown or never seen before consuming the flesh of a woman, and Gods rip limbs off from peoples bodies, people sacrificed to please their Gods, men fed to dogs and much more. Yet with all the evil that I have witness or knowledge of, I don't need to experience such a thing myself to learn a cruel lesson from it. A man once told me, the face of evil is a face always needed. I think I begin to understand why. For the face of evil does come in many forms.
Sometimes they reveal themselves to you allowing you to see them clearly...
Sometimes they appear to be beauty, manipulating you like a serpent trying to position you for the consumption...
Sometimes they hold so much power, and even become keepers of strongholds...
Sometimes they are so subtle, that you cant see them at all...
Sometimes they come in forms, beyond your comprehension...
Sometimes they are but a brute force...
And sometimes, they are even Gods...
Of the many possible evil's in the world I question the faith of mortal's who would choose to challenge a God. May it be considered foolish, or honorable, I needed to surely hear of what transpired, because nothing else goes good with goblet than a good tale to tell.
"Did you see them, Mi'Lady? Their skulls were too thick to process fear. I doubt they are any better now."
"Unlikely. They are paladins."
"That wasn't stupidity. It was duty." *She rolls her eyes.* "I mean, it's stupid still. But...They knew what they were doing."
"If duty calls for stupidity, then that duty is also stupidity."
"A battle against a God...now that would be a worthy foe!"
*He begins to step away and looks around as if he was searching for someone ..or something..after not feeling what he was hoping to feel he looked back to the group and then the blood and gave an amused expression* "Well then." *He wiggled a finger as he pointed at the blood* "Guess I have a lovely story to tale ."
"Bartender, you should collect some of this. Good for grog."
"Oh? Is it tasty?"
"I had a taste. It was adequate."
"Nae..naught need that..it aint rum mate."
"Hmph...the paladins were vastly overmatched. No need for me to enter squabbles of human Gods. Maybe summon me when the paladins regain strength and the battle is evenly matched. I have seen enough here."
Later in the Broken Goblet...
"Grab her and put her on the table I wish to hear what she seen"
"She an't gonna bite me?"
"Illy-thing Murder-killed Own Soubar Militia-thing yes-yes. Infront of many-much people-colony's. Watch up hill..... Fell sleep at times yes-yes..... But.... Rat Saw Banner-thing aflame-fire..... Couple Pala-things on floor, Shadow-thing with red flame-thing."
"Anyone one else lost? Don't understand a damn thing she is sayin'."
"Shut face Horc-thing, Me-me am good-great rat yes-yes"
*Flicks her off*
*Crowd Laughs*
"I'm not stupid to challenge a god, but if he came here to make us kneel to him...things will get ugly."
"Sometimes it is far better to flee and fight another day."
"He was always one spit words when he had numbers. But that is no concern of us anymore."
"He is a cock that now has to deal with paladins now!"
"But some of you...no longer have a god living...that could surly complicate things wouldnt it?"
"Trust me Sel. They've been told many times. They refuse to relent in their faith and devotion."
"DONT THINK ABOUT IT SEL! WE ARE PIRATES!"
"Yeah! Let them see how it feels to have Paladins chasing them!"
"I for one enjoy many patrons coming around, just dont do nothing like what the Paladins did hm? Or I" ll start watering down yer drink!"
"Some of the friends of those knights even went back to the city, asking the Radiant Heart to help. The Radiant Harts decided to refuse and not help at all."
"You know, paladins have such low self preservation instincts it makes you wonder if you could simply tell them that a raging bonfire is infact undead with a really convincing tone and watch them march face first into it."
Much Later in the Broken Goblet...
"People saw blood spilled at the Friendly Arms Fire. Assumed it was me. Put Solaris in her place one time there. . . and people begin accusing me of spilling other blood."
"Speakin o' Solaris...she came in here told us you climbed on top of her! Is that be true?!"
*Gasp*..Luna? Nice!"
"If by climb on top of her you mean" "Took a chuck out of her belly as a dragon" . . . then yes. She stabbed me. She deserved it."
"Eh. Luna. Damn waste of a nice arse"
Could you tell my friend the Captain here *jerks a thumb at Sel* what you told me? About Boreskyr? Please?"
"I should note that when I arrived the sky was damn near black, and raining."
"Did they say the second one killed was a follower of Torm or a priest?"
"There was a bit that happened between you leaving, and my arrival, then. As I arrived, as I said, one paladin was already dead. Cyric was mocking the others who were remaining standing. Telling them that if they left, they could take their fallen. The three who were left attacked all at once. They were downed quickly. Two were still alive, but one had his heart ripped out and fed to one of Lam's wolves."
"Wait...Lam's?"
"Lam'thari."
"But then Cyric tried to make everyone bow before him. Only a few of us were able to resist. I began to argue with them, saying that me bringing the bodies back to warn others would honor Cyric more than dumping the evidence of his power. As we were arguing, Alexander raised his hand and called out some name. His gauntlet began to glow brightly, and some angel type thing appeared, blinding people. In a flash, all the bodies disappeared. Now. . . all those killed by Cyric are alive and well."
Rumors, tales, information, as a bartender I hear it all. From various tongues, from drunken lips, from the good, the bad and even the neutral. I hear everything, in various forms from various people. And I enjoy sharing or even selling what I hear. I mean why not I'm a blimey bartender of the Broken Goblet, and it gives me one of several reasons for people to come and frequent the Broken Goblet. And people would be idiots not to know of it by now. But regardless of causal talks to catastrophic events, I still had time in the same day, to interview people wanting to join a crew of pirates.
So when someone asks me of what I think in regards to the rainbows and sunshine's or the deadly game of politics or the rising of dark powers attempting to rule the world, I will tell them...
"I care only to write about it so that I have a story to share while I'm drinking from a goblet."
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2023 6:35 pm
by selhan
Memories of a Bridge
"Some memories are unforgettable,
remaining ever vivid and heartwarming"
In a world where magic is known to us, and we overcome many things that were considered impossible, we cant seem to relive old memories. So I say, take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them. Depending where I go, I find myself thinking about the past and such. And those thoughts beats inside me like a second heart.
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1345 DR Bridge north of Beregost
Tink "The Purse Snatcher", Sel "The Wonderer" Darkmore, Raymond "The Ranger Wolf" of the Green Enclave
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But also anger, anger from when I look upon the destroyed bridge. I've lost count the amount of times crossing this very bridge and shared moments upon it over the many years. Yet here it was, ruined and I heard it may had something to do with goblins. Oh how I had to urge to rush to slaughter each and every goblin alive, but my eyes caught movement, figures in the moonlight, shapes familiar. Losing myself to anger now would not be wise, not in front of them. But it's fine, for I am a very patient man. And I'm sure they are here for the goblins.
*Let them...*
"We can always return another time...I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance."
Re: The Broken Goblet
Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2023 9:43 am
by selhan
Broken Goblets And Sparrows
“I am a baby, I am a child, I am the innocent wonder in my eyes.
I am a glimpse, I am a sign, of someone I can be, someone I might.
I am not one, I am not two, but I am a million things entwined.
I am a piece, I am a slice, strung together by the yarns of time.”
For some, it was a rising morning, for others a setting night. The Broken Goblet was filled with common patrons and unexpected ones. Did they have a purpose other then to quench the thirst of their favorable drinks? Would I truly know? I would not. All I can do, is merely ask of them, and offer a goblet of their preferred drink.
I believe people go to church for the same reasons they go to a tavern, to stupefy themselves, to forget their misery, to imagine themselves, for a few moments anyway, free and happy. But storytelling while drinking is a magical thing upon itself, even if the tale is a shite one. Storytelling in general is a communal act. Throughout human history, people would gather around, whether by the fire or at a tavern, and tell stories. One person would chime in, then another, maybe someone would repeat a story they heard already but with a different spin. It's a collective process.
And what more to end the day with but an entanglement of birds with words of passion. When a being melted once more at the memory of how they heard the words "mine". It might only supposed to be for the night, but the pretending would surely not be stopped. As light would bleeding through the windows, showering the pair in sunshine as they lay together, legs and arms entwined. Entwined like some of the various elegant carvings stems of goblets.
"I felt like I was riding into infinity, and soon I forgot I existed as the sky surrounded us in a blanket of stars, constellations the texture of slushies, swirling blue and violet and gold. I was swallowed by the universe, riding in a midnight dream..."
