The Broken Goblet

[selhan]

A Mages Work, A Father's Pain

Someplace in Amn...

"Anything . Anything maybe the smallest things overlooked could be one of the biggest clues."

" Any kind of-of detail you can think of man-thing. the-the smallest-things can reveal the-the biggest things yes-yes"

"I don't know what to say...
I don't know how it matters anymore...
What does it change?...
Will it bring back my daughter? No.
I don't care anymore!
Oh you're the one being angry now?
Has your daughter been stolen from you?!
Has she been mutilated?!!
Anger? Yeah... tss. Good luck. Go to hell!!"

I tried to give the man false hopes, only because I knew his world would shatter if I told the truth. But I was the one fooled for he already knew what happen to his daughter. Her corpse was returned , cold, a mess, mutilated. Dammit the Helmites brought the body. There is no use in asking the man anything more. He was right, what does it matter. HIs girl was dead and gone. His hands blistered from overworking himself, he surely didnt appear to have bathed recently. His mind was in a zombie like state . We had to call out to him several times in order to get his attention. I should have known right then that I was already looking at a man with no hope. Damn Helmites had found the body and brought it back. I know not what sick perversion lingers in the mind of that mage responsible. But I wont stop hunting him until I cut his hands off and drag him to the Inquisitions feet. I am beginning to see why,

Some mages must burn.

[selhan]

((OOC Reminder, this post is not a Rumor Post, It's for entertaining read, please avoid Metagaming))

Flawless



"An idea can be as flawless as can be,
but its execution will always be full of mistakes.
However sometimes, the execution goes according to plans,
Thus leaving the sweet taste of success upon the lips of the manipulator."



Gilthisanthilas: *Mutters* "Resourceful...unpredictable...more like it."

"The Knight said as he watched me walk off towards the direction of the caravan. Several Knights of Helm felt victorious that moment, after succeeding in their task. "Stay Vigilant" they advised. They now held one key stone that would unlocks a portal to gods know where. And one of them, the half blood has a new found weapon of great quality and enhancement's I might say. However such a weapon was far too crude to me. I on the other hand have my own weapon. And now, I will surely be its new bearer without question. The Shadow King will surely be pleased."

Hours earlier someplace deep within the Neshkal Mines...



Gilthisanthilas: "Commander, what is the meaning of this?" *Looks at Sel suspiciously* "Why are we trusting this man?"

Sel: "Cause this man is trying to ensure we end the day with a success..*He nods to Lord Stormdune while he was engaged in a whispering conversation with the Lord* "And I am rather desperate to seek this mans help."

Gilthisanthilas: "The Watch Commander did not authorize 'private' conversations. This is quite irregular. Commander I must protest!"
*That ones clever*
Sel: "Unlike you folks..I'm a man that would try to use any resource I can possible gather..all that talk of death has scared the hairs on my arse."

Gilthisanthilas: Helm! Guide us to victory or be ready to greet us in the afterlife!

Watcher Wai Li: "Prepare for combat! ENGAGE!"

Sinoc Haven: "Feel my WRATH!"

*The fiendish creature was cut down, the large Paladin stood with his shield raised and great sword posed for any more threats*

Sinoc Haven: "I never saw such warriors"

Sel: "Oh there be more that fer sure"

Watcher Wai Li: "A lot? Men report any hostiles!"

Sel: "Every blimey thing in here is hostile, includin' the air"

The the mines were more hot than the usual. It had been like that since the many presence of the Fire elementals.
Not only is there significant heat felt though with their fire immunity it of course does not affect them -
but there is a fair bit of smoke in the air, making it ever so slightly difficult to breathe.

Watcher Wai Li: "HOLD! There is a powerful evil behind this door"

Sel: "Theres several voices...some familiar..think that devil talkin to them fire headed dwarves' again..They up to sumthin I tell yer."

Gilthisanthilas: "I will try and be there with some healing if required. Helm will see us through this.
Have faith! Mr Sel, this would be a good time to convert to Helm. "
*That man is mad.*

Sel: *He blinks thrice to the mans words in response*

Gilthisanthilas: "Just saying.."

Watcher Wai Li: *Chuckles* Sel, aye, time to convert nay nay, I know you won't. The Pryat was serious though."

Sel: "Sorry lad, Im a taken man already"

Sinoc Haven: "Sel, if you remain in my aura or this of Pryat, you should have mind ward against evil"

Watcher Wai Li: "Pryat stand closer...PRAISE HELM! YOU HAVE YOUR MISSION! FIGHT!

*Several Voices yelled out as the Knights charged*



"FOR HELM!"
"FOR HELM!"



The battle began, the Paladins charged using their vigil and faith in their God Helm as the driving determination. The Devil roared angerly and posed to engage the rushing Knights! Claws use to rendering flesh from bone slashed wildly, but the talons slashed across mostly metal and shields! The Devil got some attacks in, cutting deep burning wounds to the frontlines'. Oh how he was very angry along with a mix of surprise. When he seen a particular man, only rage could describe the devils emotions. He likely wondered why he didn't see them coming. But that was thanks to the Shadow King for within the region, a special ward was in place to block the gem known as the Devil's Eye. A ruby colored gem that had seen far too much of the bartenders doings. It seen many secrets, many plots, many conversations. Things that should never had been seen by anyone. For many tendays, the Devil had been a serious problem to the man. He knew everything! He knew too much! And such knowledge can not be released into the world. The man went as far as seeking the aid from Paladins of Helm to see it through. After all he was a man to ensure any task got done by any means necessary. And luckly no one seemed to had caught the bellowing angry words from the devil.

Pit Fiend: "Aaah! You come back for revenge!"
Pit Fiend: "OWWW! WHAT IS THIS MAGIC?!"

The interrupting blow came just in time. Like a soaring bird from the very clouds of the Guardian God, the Paladin Wai raised the magical sword given by Lord Stormdune and leaped forth piercing the flesh of the Devil that sent the hot agonizing pain bringing the fiend to the ground!

Watcher Wai Li: "BY HELM! FALLLLL!"



Sinoc Haven: "HELM!"

Watcher Wai Li: "The sword worked!"

Sinoc Haven: "Quick, finish the devil with the sword, Commander!"
*Yes finish it with the sword!*

*The Paladin stood proud and raised the magic sword high and in a panting harsh tone,
the devil was able here her last words before the final killing blow.*

Watcher Wai Li: "PRAISE HELM!"

The magical sword soon crumbled into dust after its intended use. The surrounding Knights cheered in victory and gave praise to their God. Aye they surely was satisfied with the task done so flawlessly. But nothing could be as satisfying as the feeling of the gem within my possession that suddenly shattered.

*The gem Sel carries shatters.*

The relief was overwhelming. Finally that bloody annoying devil can no longer see through my eyes. All of my dealings and plots is once again protected....as well as all of my ....secrets. Aye let the Knights have their finds. I have done what I came to do. Even with the aid of Paladins. After all as I've always said,



I will see things done by any means necessary.

((DM Ghost))

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As I returned back to Roaringshore, regardless of my satisfying emotions of being rid of the Devil,
I couldnt stop thinking about what I seen before heading into the mines.



Ghastkill: "Oh? Hello, Everwatch." *The Mayor offers a warm smile*
Adjutant Marcus: "Mayor, we should return to town."

Watcher Wai Li: Mayor Ghastkill?

Ghastkill: "Oh, I was just picking some flowers for a woman I fancy. Don't mind me." *He does indeed brandish a bouquet of daisies.*

Sel: *He points at Marcus* "Whos that man?"

Watcher Wai Li: "Adjutant Marcus of the town militia."

Adjutant Marcus: *He levels an appraising stare at Sel.

Gilthisanthilas: Lets not tarry.

Ghastkill: "Stay safe!" A friendly wave is offered as he heads back toward Nashkel.

Sel: "Hmm..something odd...about that..

[selhan]

HAR HAR!



"Life's pretty good, and why wouldn't it be?
I'm a pirate, after all."



Life offers many things pleasing to the eye, and the heart and even to the soul. In the village of Roaringshore, such pleasures are quite simple. Coin for Rum, a drunkards tale, stories of lost treasures even.



"I've gettin closer to Torvils lost treasure. But first I need to seek out ol Captain Sikkok. He has the means that will show the way to bootie."

"Captain Sikkok? I heard tales the Captain was dead, killed down in Velen."

"Well true or not, I be needin' to find em, one way or another. Even if its a cold corpse."

"Rumors say his last words were screamin fer help because he was being attack by assassins, yer likely wont find nuthin."

"Well yer know what they say matey, a dead man tells no lies."


But rumors from the city of Baldurs can also reach the wooden tables of the Broken Goblet.
After all, the way for any word to travel the coast is by the tip ol a persons tongue.


"Heard a bunch ol folks in the city is lookin into some addictive drug, be it named the Red Spice."

"Bah, last time they had somethin ol the sort, it was somethin called the Upperdark herbs."

"Give it time, and something else will sprout about I tell ye. Besides I've heard talks down in the docks the drugs comin from them nobles. Corrupt bastards, and to think, they shite on us pirates."

"HA the best nobles is one whos wealth was taken, Imagine all the drinks we could buy, hells build more homes even. A new SHIP!"

"I ain't even heard anythin more ol that cult business that was goin around the Tradeway"

"Matey, lookin fer a cult is difficult business. Always hiding out someplace the lots. Need to wait for when they do sumthin"





In the seedy tavern known as the Broken Goblet, it was another normal day of carousing, drunk talks and spitting curses. With brawls that sometimes end with a mans death that would soon be dragged out to wagon of corpses to be disposed of. A life style of thieves of the sea, brutal leather faced harden men and women with stern hearts. The place prissiness will be given the lack of welcome. Aye another normal day as well.

[selhan]

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Walking in my Boots



The Sealing of the Neshkal Mines Portal



That fateful day started when I joined the Helmites to seal the blasted portal within the Neskhal mines. My task in the mines where done, days prior but I wanted to ensure I saw the portal sealed myself. For that blasted Devil nearly was the cause of my very undoing. It knew too much. It had to die. However this day I had found it strange, for the Paladins use of hired swords. But regardless, we cut down the many flaming threats within the mines from large Fire Elementals to the many grey dwarves and even devilish fiends to include a few large elementals. The Helmites fought with valor as any Paladin would. I didnt even gain a scratch remaining behind the lines and unleashing volleys with my magical bow with a quiver that always replaces an arrow after each use. What will become of the mines is a question best left for others with interest. Not I however, my business is done except to catch some fugitive mages. But now, it was time that I had attend a meeting that I was very much late for. And that was back in the City of Baldurs.



The War on Spice



If its one thing I hate more than tea, its politics. And I grumble each time I step foot in the City of Baldurs, because most of the times, its bloody Politics that I hear. But in this case, the war on the new cheap highly addicted drug called Red Spice had the cities attention. Just as I had arrived the meeting was already taking place. Hmph, the look of many surprised expression the moment I walked in will be a memory I will never forget. My only concern to this blimey meetin was to see whats goin to be done. Because I do work in the Undercellar, I am an interest party. But I surely wasnt surprised from what I heard. Only now that the addiction is becoming wide spread they all want to play a part and be heros.



Yet when the drug first appeared in the lower city, non of them other then the priestess of Ilmater gave two shites. Now they all want to do sumthin' but their slower than a clumsy gnome. I've already been three steps ahead of them. Even when the Flaming Fist brought in two severe cases of addicts moments later, they wanted first to treat them. And I had bluntly demanded one of them tell us whom sold them the drug. The many glares I got in the room was amusing. They all thought my question was out of line and that treatment should come first. To see this very gathering pisses me off, for they rather treat these addicts who made their bad choices, when theres damn mages out there mutilating young girls!

General Moruene : "I am here for two reasons, I will be brief and simple. First of all... I have heard of a gathering... and Lord Vale and Lyonaler sent some questions for me that I was hoping to address personally. And secondly...The Flaming Fist was asked to bring here any... particularly grave cases of addiction... for immediate care. This is Sarah and Dein."

Revered Mother Juna of Ilmater: "Ashenie, please bring this man to the infirmary immediately."

Nadine Ravenwood: Goodness... they need to be treated at once. Sister Ashenie, may I be of assistance?

Dein Bingley: "You d-d-d-d-don't understand... without it... it will get worse..." *His legs shake.*

Lord Osric Vale: *His eyes fall on Dein Bingley with a mixture of concern and sympathy.*

Lord Aaron Lyonaler: *He offers an arm to help the afflicted to follow Sister Ashenie*

Sel: *He points a shaking finger at the Dein* "Oi bugger! Who sold yer the Spice?!" *He lets out a tsk through his teeth*

Lord Aaron Lyonaler: *Shoots a glare at Sel*

Charisa Flomeigne: *Charisa shoots a look to Sel*

Lord Aaron Lyonaler: *n an uncharacteristic move for Aaron, as he never glares at people*

Sel: "Wot? Aint we suppose to be investigatin'?"

Lord Aaron Lyonaler: If that is your investigation tactic, then you may leave.

Vanira: Let the man, be tended to first, Sel.

Lord Aaron Lyonaler: If we can assist with the patrols, please let the Order know.

General Moruene: "I might use some valiant squire and knights, why not. Send them to the headquarters. Long live Baldur's Gate."

Lord Osric Vale: "Long live Baldur's Gate!"

Flaming Fist Mercenary: *The Soldiers Salutes*

Sel: *He mutters under his breath* "Aye, were folks talk more than anythin.." *He begins to head out* "Suppose to be catchin the ones responsible, aint here to fer treatin addicts. Likely some upper class the source anyways." *He makes his leave*

Its no wonder I've always been steps ahead. Because I do what is necessary. And I already been knowing the answer to my own question. And I wasnt goin to sit on my arse treating junkies. They choose to spend their coins in such a way, far as Im concern, thats their own bloody decision and their own fault. Unless they were forced to take the drugs, their actions are their consequences. I will sit back and be entertained while they all play the cat and mouse game. While most of them rather not have me around, little do they know, I'm already the one with all the answers. The question is, will I share it? Or sale it? Or maybe I will just indulge myself with entertainment and see how the pompous nobles go in circles.

The Task Of the Bearer Fulfilled

After abruptly leaving the meeting in the lower city, I returned to my home I call Roaringshore to change and prepare for another mage hunt. But the moment I turned around after securing my pack horse, I was met with the Dread Knights. A meet that was bound to happen sooner or later.



Uthoraxter: "Fang bearer. You have completed your task. You are worthy of the fang"

Sel: *He gave a respectful nod* " If he is pleased then I am satisfied."

Uthoraxter: *The death knight holds out a hand, presenting a ring.* "Wear this. It is a signet showing your worth."

Sel: "The Devil slained, and the portal was seal just a candlemark earlier..*He paused and reached out for the ring* "Please tell him I am much appreciated in this gift.'"

Uthoraxter: "This will be the last communication we have for some time. We may contact you in the future. Go in shadows, Fang Bearer. It seems your domain."

Sel: "I am at the service of the Shadow King"



And just like that, the Dread Knights faded into the fog and darkness like shadows.
I looked upon the ring, never have I ever seen such a ring.



On the 28 of Hammer 1360 DR, it was then, that I Sel Darkmore became the newest Fang Bearer.


The Hunt of a Mage Fugitive.



By the time I reached the Trielta Hills, it was late into the night. I caught up with the group that signed up to go on the Mage Hunt for a known criminal necromancer. Whos crimes varies from necromancy to unlicensed use of magic and even murder. Helmites were present, Elvens from Doron Amor as well and other random faces I've seen or not seen before. The task was simple, find the mage and bring her in alive. That always appears to be what the Inquisition tells the Mage Hunters. Yet, why doesnt it bloody seem as simple as that?!

Inquisitor Micaela Navar: "I will answer all questions once your introductions have been made." She then turns to bark at Sandriel. "Mage. You will identify yourself now, or be removed from this expedition."

Amnian Mage Hunter: "Inquisitor Navar demands you introduce yourself. Do so now or be removed."

Sandriel: I am Sandiel the Eldritch Knight

Inquisitor Micaela Navar: "Continue. Announce yourselves."

Bryanna Everwatch Knight

Pryat Gil, humble servant of Helm, Alert of the Church of Helm, Everwatch Knight.

Captain Sinoc Haven of the Everwatch

Lucinda Lor . . Demon Destroyer and slayer of chaos. One who seeks order in power . .and Power in Order.

Krognag Horrderr, Defender

Elyssa Symbaern, Bladesinger.

My name is Natariel.

Inquisitor Micaela Navar: "Natariel ... the name is familiar. You were the healer who tended the wounded in the siege on the Temple of Auril, were you not?"

Inquisitor Micaela Navar:" ... I had friends there that day. Thank you for your service."

Sel: *With frailing arms waving about he smiled devilishly* "Sel , Captain of the Sparrowhawk, savvy bartender, man of rumors, Slippery Bastard, and scoundrel." *He gave a two finger salute*

Elyssa Symbaern: *Her eyes narrow to Sel a moment*

Inquisitor Micaela Navar: "Oh, you are familiar to us, Sel. Secretary Lockheart has informed us of your activity."

Sel: *He side glances with a questionable look at Elyssa* "Have we met? " *He ponders* 'Perhaps yer heard ol me? Not an ex woman are you?" *He second guesses himself then grins looking back to the Inquisitor*

Elyssa Symbaern: "Our tastes differ, for partner . .tremendously."

Inquisitor Micaela Navar: "Now, to the matter at hand. The Witch and Necromancer known as Bronwyn the Scorned has been sighted in these hills."

Yes, it all never seems to be that simple..





Theres many..
ENGAGE!
Bugger thats aplenty...



We fought three scores of Undead , some appeared limping around, others crawled out from the very ground beneath us! Swords flashed left and right from veteran warriors to skillful bladeslingers. Hatches and axes swung to remove skulls from skeletal bodies. Even magic were cast to rain down destruction and calamity upon the undead scores. At times the very ground shook and rumbled, either by a devastating spell or the emerging foul corpses that crawled out of the ground! The Hills seen battle this day for no animal was seen, no crows to cry out. Only the grunts of battle rang out into the darkness! Some of the animated corpses were picked off to avoid someone from being heavily outnumbered, other times, shields bashed and used like battering rams to shatter bones.
We had thought we were ready, mentally, we had thought we were prepared. But none of us was ready for what we encountered after the defeat of the last score of rotting corpse.



Animated corpse known to some within the group on the Mage hunt stood face to face with something of the past. Someone they knew, someone they encountered when they were of the living.

Gilthisanthilas: Commander? Orders?

Rebecca Hunter: They haven't unleased the wrath of the nine hells against us. So we have that going for us .. which is nice

Watcher Wai Li: Pryat, let's see what happens

Revenant of Helmite Watcher: *She stares straight to the Everwatch, her voice low and raspy and all too familiar* "You failed us."

The Everwatch recognize Watcher Shirene, the Helmite Watcher who fell in the siege on the Temple of Auril.

Gilthisanthilas: Cloak of Helm...

Watcher Wai Li: "Then how can we atone for this failure?"

Revenant of Amnian Soldier: *He looks straight to Natariel, his shambling form crushed and broken and somehow still standing.* "You failed us."

Natariel recognizes Captain Halrond Strom - one of the few soldiers she was not able to help during the siege on the Temple of Auril.

Shadow of an Elven Apprentice: *He looks straight to Elyssa, his evanescent form shuddering in the air.* "You failed us."

Elyssa recognizes Teuravel - the elven apprentice to the Dlardrassil family that she had thought had been staying in Doron Amar.

Elyssa Symbaern: *Her visage torn. Elyssa watches the elven figure for recognition.*

Revenant of Ship Captain: *He stares straight to Sel and Tesso, his headless form covered in endless blood.* "You killed us."

Sel recognize him - As .....((Undisclosed Information))

Sel: "Hmm...erh...." *Shite..how can this be?!*

Rebecca Hunter: *follows the Revenant's gaze to Sel* What did you do?

Sel: *He glared at the Captain* "Thats the bugger that tried to kill me several times..*For vouching for elves....."

The Spirts speak in unison: "YOU FAILED US. NOW YOU WILL PAY."

Elyssa Symbaern: STOP THIS! HOW CAN THIS BE!?

Watcher Wai Li: "I am not sure there was more we could do...But if this is the necromancer we face that caused these spirits... she somehow could know the past dead from our lives..

Sel: "Aint no simple Necro ...." *He glances around*

The revenants collapse under your united assault and are dispersed.

We continued forth, to seek out the target but by the time we got there, either by the pure overwhelming encounter of the Ship Captain that I had once murdered long ago, or by pure exhaustion of the entire day string of events, I collapsed to the ground, for my body could no longer stay awake. But as I was suddenly woken by the panic and worry I was revealed to me in details of what my conscious self missed. Aye the task wasnt as simple as it sounded. The Necromancer no longer had magic, but she had a daughter prodigy that did. It was the daughter that attempted to kill her mother, it was the daughter using the power of the staff. It was the daughter's doing. The Necro was taken by one within our ranks who swiftly fled to Soubar. The daughter of power was bound by the half orc and she was later brought to the Temple of Mystra .



My only worry now, is when I return to Neskhal for my last business, what will the Inquisition have to say to me? It was not my choice nor decision of how the hunt went about. It became a bloody mess. And I know the Inquisition will want someone to answer for it. And theres still another score to settle with a mage that I must see handled. The haunting image of the Captain surprised me. How does this necro know of such a thing? I will need to find out what she knows, and if she knows what I suspect, the Inquisition will not see this woman alive ever again. For I cant allow it.

A Broken Goblet Tale....


((Big thanks to DM Team that tries to provide for the community. I appreciate each and everyone of you as well as my fellow community players. Thank you all for your role play in tryin to bring about one of the greatest fantasy games every created. HUZZAH For the Forgotten Realms!))

[selhan]

Your Belief's Is Nothing to Me



Is it ever wrong for a man to not believe right or wrong? I surely dont feel humiliated while some look at me as hellbound. In my opinion there's way too many religions with many vivid descriptions begging men and woman to listen. Most times I cant even speak freely without being convicted of blasphemy. My decisions are not wicked, there simply different intentions compared to those that would persecute.



To each man and woman, they would pursue things in their own way that they feel is the best course of action, or how they want to pursue such actions. Why is it different with me? Why is it in others eyes, my actions, my words are sinful and theirs are not, when in my view and in my belief it is. As I told someone today, I am a man that cares not what others may think of me. Nor do I have any interest in clearing my name of such suspicions or persecution. If I already know within my soul, I've done nothing wrong then their words or accusation means nothing to my ears.



Let those spread the word that I am the source of the Crimson Spice, let those spread the rumors that I am a Mage Oppressor, let those ignorant and oblivious minds continue to say that I have made pacts with a devils, lets those continue to say that I have a secret elf lover. For they all know nothing. And in their ignorance I grin like the very devil they so claim, and I will not even attempt to correct them. After all who are they that I must so? They are but another living and breathing being just like I.

I will continue filling goblets...



I will continue seeking lost magical artifacts and treasures...



And I will continue being the rum drinking, slippery bastard many has come to call a scoundrel...



Because when I look at the Sun and Moon I can tell it was a genius that designed it. And when I read text's of history I know people like me created it. But when I look upon various dogma's I realize someone took advantage of it. So if it is said that people have flaws, then I will agree people have flaws.

[selhan]

Back stabbed



“Sometimes your dearest friend whom you reveal most of your secrets to,
becomes so deadly and unfriendly without knowing,
that they were not really your friend.”

The eyes were cold and serious, the voice came out soft yet stern. Hair white as snow that looked sinless, but I knew better. Its been two years that I have spent working behind this bar. I've seen all matter of people come and go, some return, some never seen again. From all walks of life, different cultures, different views, I remember most. I've had Underdark dwellers come in, drows and gnomes, half orcs and black orcs, innocent adventurers and even murderous criminals, even Aurilites.





In fact there is one Aurilite that frequents this very tavern known as the Broken Goblet. Her name is Solaris, I call her frosty. Many dont see her appealing, some cant even stand her very presence. I find her entertaining in her own way. But this night, she wasnt the Aurilite that sat before me ordering a drink. Nae this was one far more different than Frosty. She even paid tithe to the Wavelord outside.

I'm a man that knows many things. Bartenders often do, well the good ones at is. You see, we tend to hear gossips, rumors, stories spoken from drunken lips with alcoholic breathes of patrons. I've heard many tales of the Auril and Amn war. The long battle in the harshest of conditions. Thousands of knights and soldiers taking the fight to the Ice Dawns very own loyalist. Skirmishes against Frost Giants, the terrible wrath from a Undead dragon, the hordes of Undeads. However in the end, the Auril's temple fell but not without over a thousands of deaths. There was a plague erected out side the Helms' Hall in Neskhal with a list of names they deemed heros in the war against the Aurils. One deed or another, they were noted as taken part in the efforts of the war.





I've always wondered, would there ever be a time the followers of the Ice Dawn would ever feel bitter and seek revenge for the loss of their Temple. I mean I surely would if someone attacked and destroyed my home. I would be thriving for revenge. No matter how many I must kill, no matter how much time would pass, I would hunt each and everyone that ever attacked my home. I've seen the names of that very list and it is indeed quite long. Some I know of, some I know well. Is it possible the reason this woman has come to Roaringshore to do just that? Seek vengeance? Or did she have other business? Or maybe, she's heard many tales of the Broken Goblet, and wished to spend sometime in it? I'm sure the other locals would enjoy her presence, after what when pirate crews return from months out on the Sea of Swords, comfort , drinks would indeed be their thoughts and desires.




One would never know who is a sweet talker or sweet stabber. In this world, we would never really know that the one who shows agreement really hates you or the one who shows disagreement but really loves you. People are shallow shadows. But this woman is clearly here for something. And what ever it is...



I know why. Because I'm a blimey bartender.

[selhan]

TREASURE!!



RUMOR's - In Roaringshore would speak of a gathering at the docks. The bartender known as Sel along with Captain Shana, Sheren, and two little halflings namely Ree and Rat and a Wavelord made preparations for a sea fairing journey. Offerings to the Bitch Queen was given in coppers, silver and gold, to ensure a safe voyage to their destination where ever that may be. It would have been seen later that the group hopped aboard a row boat and paddled out towards the Ship known as the Sparrowhawk that was out past the reefs of Roaringshore.





Ship Log-

I along with Captain Shana and Sheren along with hired hands and the Wavelord boarded the Sparrowhawk. Tithe was paid and the Wavelord blessed the ship and warded it for the long voyage ahead. We soon set sail for Velen. I knew not what we may encounter, but I knew what we were in search for. We hoisted the Black Flag with pride, and was ready for any engagements with determination that a ship from Roaringshore was not going to be easy pickings. But either the blessing held true, or the Bitch Queen was pleased, for we had the smoothest journey to Velen. Guess it was wise after all to bring the Wavelord even tho it was a heavy cost.




Sheren: Ship clean and ready, Cap! Waiting for orders!

Sel Darkmore: "Rat Yer gots the crows nest! Sheren on the front scopes! Yer both make sure we nae collide with reef or rocks! Ree keep yer eyes East, yer heard the warnin from the Wavelord! Shana..you in command while I got steer the ship I be knowin where we headin!."

Ree: "You got it!" *Grabs a box and drags it over to the east side scope to keep a watchful eye to the east horizon*

Shana: "I mean I'm in command while ye don't steer too" *She grins impishly to Sel* "Cap'n.. Cap'n Shana Sparrowhawk."

The crew are competent and the ship lively and skips along the coast line south at a decent speed and better than most....
the seas remain clam and there is no sign of the storm

The ship angles off South West towards Velen the shore often visible in good weather....soon days later they approach the harbor and safety
How ever far and closing east was the storm of all storms.

When we had reached near Velen close enough to row in, we soon planted our leather boots upon the docks planks. The town of Velen was active and busy. But I notice the many Patrols and town guards . I made sure to keep the distance. I ushered the crew to head towards the town. If my stay in Roaringshore taught me anything, it was if one needed to know something or find something or someone, it was best to ask in a tavern. However we met a pair of elder couples. And one of them appeared to know enough rumors that I found useful in what we sought.



Sel Darkmore: "We some sailors lookin fer trade, heard talks of a man name Sikkok that might be good to do business with, happen ta know the gentlemen?"

Mo: Sikkok...Sikkok hmm no not
Mori: Wait was he a captain of a sunken ship?

Sheren: "Sunken ship?"

Shana Mirna: Sunken? Always love a good tail.. how did it sink?

Mori: Aye came with a half drowned crew searching for things as to be fixing his ship worked far into the night for a bit till
Mo: Oh pirates sunk him.
Mori: Now Mo we dont know that for sure.

Sel Darkmore: "Half drowned? Pirates? Pity. Good thing he survived me guess?"

Mori: Well yes and no, I mean he survived whatever brought him here but no he did not survive, Died right here.

Sheren Aseph: *Raises an eyebrow*

Sel Darkmore: *He raises a brow then looks at the planks* "Eh? Right here?"

Mori: This very spot some sort of late night brawl Cut theough and ran off with his sword So they say

Shana Mirna: His sword? why?

Sel Darkmore: "Happen to know where his ship would be? or any of his remaining men?

Mori: Not so keen I reckon most though headed east to collect belongings they said

Sel Darkmore: "East? They went east? Bugger, the dock worker said a storm be comin that way. *He looks to Shana* "Wot yer think ? Think we can weather through the incoming storm?"

Shana Mirna: Depends on how bad a storm it is, but She's fast and If ye be wantin ta see the wreck... well the storm might wash it away... don't think there be a choice.

Ree: ey,, whats the deal with all the guards about on the dock anyway

Mori: Well security
Mori: We run a busy town needs guarding
Mo: especially after the brawl
Mo: when the captain got slain



We soon quickly left the harbor of Velen east to find Captain's Sikkoks wrecked ship. Eager to leave Velen, nor did I want to remain around while the many guards were eyeing us. It didn't take long for us to find the wreckage, however it was more ruined for it appeared to be there quite a long time. We set foot upon land and I instructed the Halflings to climb the wreck, but they found nothing. We decided to walk more inland until we found trails of debris and tracks that lead to a campsite. Who was here is no longer. However evidence told they ran out of food and water. Several chests laid about around dug soil. They were empty. But one of the Halflings found a single gold coin. With Shovels nearby we decided to dig deep. Perhaps there was more to be found.



We found nothing. One of the Halflings Ree namely went off to search further areas while the rest soon followed suit. Her little eyes spotted something off. A bottle of rum next to a mound. The clear sign of a burial. Grave digging might be considered blasphemous and terrible to some people. But nae us. Pirates and mercs, we dug up the single grave and low and behold, we found something!

Pulling apart gently the cloth reveals a ship compass...
a circle not unlike a small shield but with runes of Umberlee and protected from scrying ....
a bolt of lightning frames the scene far out to sea

At last! We found it! The magical compass that would lead us to Torvils long lost treasure. With haste we return to the boat and reached the anchored Sparrowhawk. Going over a journal that was filled with instructions, I read out loud the text for the next task.

"Compass to helm of any good ship,
and set sail in the first storm of the season,
Trust then to the compass which will lead you to Torvils Ship where ever that might be,
and that however likely at the bottom of the Sea."

As we began to set sail once again , we seen the incoming storm and we had to make a decision. I had to make a decision. I was no seasoned sailor, and we came for treasure, treasure that was suppose to make us wealthy. But there was that storm that could be our undoing. The risk was high, and the others including the ships crew looked at me for the decision. Some where scared, worried of the storm, others wanted to waited out, and others wanted to trust in the compass. The time for decision was running out. The storm was gaining and the compass appeared to do nothing. A good chance my ship, my home could be destroyed and sunk to the bottom of the ocean with us along with it. These people, friends and hired hands, ship crew and all of my work could very well be another long lost tale. What must I do? The time was running out! Wait the Storm, sail into the Storm, get ahead of the Storm, or head to Velen again and wait for another season for the first Storm.. I looked at Shana, between her and Sheren they were the most experienced. I as I looked in the depts. of those amber orbs I remembered just why we had gotten into a relationship. We trusted each other. And now, I will trust in her decision.



Sel Darkmore: "Captain Shana, What is your Orders?!"

Yuutsu Nezumi: IF WE-WE GO INTO THE-THE STORM-THING, RAT WANTS A WAND-THING.... IF RAT IS GOING TO-TO SINK-DROWN.... RAT AT LEAST WANTS TO-TO BREATHE..... *she yelled down*

Sheren : *With the activation of a wand, the entire crew was warded with a water breathing spell.*

Ree: Its not in my nature to turn down the prospect of a pile of riches *she laughs* Your all sailors, I trust yah judgement!

Shana Mirna: Likely ta sink us if we are not careful and without tithe.... prayers wouldn't go amiss.... but trust in the compass!

Trust in the Compass, that was the words that replayed in my mind. I pulled out the journal and once again out loud in the incoming rain that was part of the outer rim of the coming storm.

"Finding the Torvils compass is not enough and the pirate as has it is frankly none the wiser, Gikkok of the south ,
most often beyond Amn, as runs all the coast and out to the islands in the west,
he is said to hold the compass to helm of any good ship, and set sail in the first storm of the season,
Trust then to the compass which will lead you to Torvils ship, where ever that might be,
and that however is most likely at the bottom of the sea.
Only those that knows would risk sailing at such a time as the compass holds true"

Shana Mirna: My suggestion is ta set sail when the storm hits. let it guide us then. Wait fer it, then sail out inta it!

*Trust in the Compass, Trust in the Compass*

Sel Darkmore: "Yer heard Shana! Lets wait fer it then Sail out! *He set the Compass on the helm and keeps his eyes on the compass then glances to the crew awaiting their fate!* "No Risk No Reward! TRUST IN THE COMPASS!

Time passes and against the grain you remain anchored waiting a fate,
everything sensible tells you get ashore but you wait,
as the storm hits and the ship sways and yawns dangerously the compass comes to life!
a faint blue light illuminates from the runes softly exploring the entire ship eventually,
the compass reels North West and the ship is up and away dancing impossibly on wild waves!

Sheren Aseph: Captain, in the south we have the tales about magic wind-compasses .. perhaps this is one?

Sel Darkmore: "The compass holds TRUE!" *He steers the helm North West!*

Ree: Here we go! *Steadies herself the best she can and holds on for the ride*

Sel Darkmore: *He yelled out* "Hold yer steady! No Risk no reward matey's!"

Shana Mirna: CHECK YOUR LINES! Keep them secure so you don't tumble over!

Yuutsu Nezumi: *She closes her eyes and hugs the wood tightly*

Like some impossible dance atop the white horses it races and a fierce and wood creaking speed!
The storm drives the ship, shrouds it from sight and far out to sea it dances roughly towards the Moonshae far to the west!the crew are pretty traumatized The adventurers not far behind but the impossibility of survival eventually becomes a norm!
Some 17 hours later the storm slips South East and the boat at more mundane movement continues along the compass path North East!
After 24 hours the magic rune spread's along the ship hull fails...and you all feel more vulnerable again however the sea is reasonable and on it goes.
The compass remains lit blue with magic and the course constant.
Eventually a small group of rocky islands off the Moonshae...a ships graveyard of wrecks...including it seems Torvils! the compass fades and the ship anchors..the crew and party rested between work and settled.

Never have I ever, seen this mass amount of gems. From Fire opral's to Blue Diamonds! This was indeed what satisfies any pirate. A good haul they say. After collecting the mass amount of treasures and the many overwhelming gems, we split the bootie to each fair share although I held the remaining excess. I will give a fair share to the High Captains of Roaringshore after all, it was a thing I heard that's done. And being a resident of Roaringshore, I will go with the flow of the waves while keepin the wind at my back. But not before I get bathed with my lass, and have me a bottle of rum to celebrate with! Indeed Huzzah for a great haul!




((DM Spartacus))

[selhan]

Never Leave Evil In Your Wake



“The world is a dangerous place to live,
not because of the people who are evil,
but because of the people who don't do anything about it.”



Cults is a system of religious veneration and devotion directed toward a particular figure or object. Our realm has seen and experienced their fair share of Cults of all kinds. Even in the Sword Coast. For the span a few months, there's been cult activity in our surrounding lands. Greenest, Soubar, north of Beregost, and even near the Friendly Arms Inn. The only rumors we often heard, was that this one particular Cult, likes to summon Devils. For what purpose ? I myself dont quite know. But theres people out there that do. And for some odd reasons, they tend to be quiet about it.

One incident happened when I was heading to the Friendly Arms recently, and ran into a woman standing alone in the darkness. Intrigued I strike up a conversation deciding to show this woman the savvy personally of one from the Shore. The engagement was going well , however until I noticed a strange man in red robes picking flowers and walking about. He didnt appear to be a Thayan, they tend to carry some elegance about them, often thinking everyone else is beneath them. I kept my eyes on him when I could, but made no movements until he decided to set up some candles nearby . It appeared harmless, but my gut told me something was surely off. Especially when he started to speak inferno. I knew not the tongue, but a hidden man near me did. And that man claimed the words was a process to sacrifice himself to bring forth some Red Lord. I was urged to stop him but no kill him..Melwynn summoned the nearby guards but as expected they were always useless. I leaped over a stump and tackled the man smearing him into the dirt. For killing him would only do what he was set out to do. Nor did the other adventurers that came to see what was transpiring, mean to do what they came to set out to do. Some people dont know their own strength. The word accident happens to everyone. Most times in harmless ways, other times..well even it could cause a man his very life.

*Volstag grabs the man and tosses him as if he were tossing a stone in a competition,
the man flies through the air at full speed,
slamming into the stump behind Sel and crumpling into the ground,
A strange blue glow emits from the place the man was praying*
The sound of an ailing woman can be heard, faintly, a sob here and there,
The wail grows stronger as a tear opens*

Eythaz Mir: *She looks past them at the dead man and points a finger at the corpse and asked one question* "Why?"

Eythaz Mir: Murderers....

.. did not mean ta kill em.

Spare us your piking pathetic infernal moralizing! We're not piking stupid, and it's not unknown t'many folk here on th'Prime what your ilk're after.

Eythaz Mir: Give me the man...and perhaps I will leave in peace, not what you deserve though....murderers...

..you're looking at me. I'm-this can't be that hard. The worry is the winged devil..

...how many of us do you think killed him?

"The Red Lord, savior of the homeless, the downtrodden, and the crushed. All hail the champion of the weak"

...Remember now-now.....?

The voices echo's in my head over and over. I seen it all, some dots I even connected. The half orc gave the corpse to the fiend..and along with the whispering voice near my ears, I was in an agreement...that giving the body was a mistake.



As I headed back to Roaringshore, I couldn't help wondering..."What have we done?"


((DM SummerBreez))

[selhan]

No Facts, No Lies



“Why are you expecting different answers,
by knocking at the same door?”



They say the stubbornness in men knows no bounds. Block headed, thick skulled. It's a known thing that when a person does the same thing over and over, yet expecting results to be different is called insanity. Much is the same for those that continue to knock on the same doors asking the same questions over and over, expecting a different answer. When you ask a man something, and he gives you his version of an answer , you can only do three things. Believe him, assume he's lying, or torture him to see if his answer changes. People Lie that is a fact, some people will not lie, and that too is a fact. Others simply choose not to speak at all. Why people repeat themselves could almost be considered something within their nature.

"I'm an idiot but I'm not stupid they say?"

"Seems your still a suspicion for Spice source."

*He smirks in disbelief* "Never even seen the stuff, but let them talk , I fine the rumor entertaining. Should ol heard what I heard in the Undercellar."

"Your a pusher?"

"Even better, I heard some rumors say the Spice is smuggled from Roaringshore" *He chuckles* "Where in the nine hells do people come up with this stuff?"

"Maybe they on spice themselves"

"At this rate I wouldn't even doubt it. Should have heard the one where someone thought Spice came from devils"


Two men , a patron and a bartender laughed and made jests halfway through the night in the seedy tavern known as the Broken Goblet. It appears they many false rumors on the roads, or the many whispers amongst people from the city of Baldurs to the Friendly Arms Inn has reached the ears of those that reside in pirate cove known as Roaringshore. Rum coated lips, spit and spat in the night of laughs. Many of the pirate patrons that likely never had a day of education made many jokes of how the city conducts investigations by leads of the most outrageous lies and rumors. If a patron every asked the bartender what he really had to say to the war on spice, he would tell them...

"Most folks only hear what they think will be a good story, which makes them bloody deaf and blind. I be know'n cause I watched people blow off the truth that was being told right in their faces. Lies always sound better than the truth I tell ye. Already heard the city made some arrests already. And yet people still speakin my name. Talk about a witless dolt, they rather listen to a snake tongue."

[selhan]

Rumors In the Goblet



The Broken Goblet was having another night of carousing, drink spilling fun. With new faces and old, jests and humor was all over. Talks of the past and present filled the tavern. From humans, tieflings, orc blood and halflings, it surely became a filled Goblet a thing the savvy bartender would often say when many patrons filled the tavern. But speaking of bartenders, it would be rumored that the very bartender working last night, fell face first onto the bar, collapsing from exhaustion. Captain Pike would had simply booted the man to the side and took over the bar while it was filled with laughing patrons.



The talks of rumors, the talks of treasures and the talks of romance filled around the bar. With the Half orc bruiser still looking for an ideal match to quench his thirst for indulgence. A wondering Calimshite still seeking purpose beyond seeking a good Bastard sword made of Mithril. Tielflings were surely aplenty that night, one a fine sword arm, another a sassy pirate, and some far darker. With hins eager for a drink and tales, the tavern known as the Broken Goblet, continued on while the bartender slept on the floor behind the bar.

It's a pirate life after all.

[selhan]

Determination



“When someone tells me "no,"
it doesn't mean I can't do it,
it simply means I can't do it with them.”



The bartender watches the two dark figures make their leave from the Broken Goblets drinking area. A wicked smile was upon his lips as he soaked in the heavy conversation he just had with those two. He cleaned their goblets that was once filled with wine and ale, and wondered will what they intend to happen, happen? What would it mean for the Coast? What will be the reaction? Its been years if not a decade since such plots had ever taken placed. Something that was once frequent. He wondered, could this new day in time, even react properly? Such a thing will rock the lands and rattle hearts. He knew some souls will test their bravery , and others will live in terror. The bartender after leaving down to the header to relieve himself of rum and have his private moment to think of what just transpired. After a few thoughts, he only smiled deviously and said out loud as he turned to wash his hands*

"This is going to fun, as much as it will wake up the lazy eyes of those people that sit idly fat,
and count their wealth that they make off the unfortunates. Tolerance is treason they say, very well
lets see just see, how much treason is worth."

The Bartender soon headed towards his ship, where he would change clothes and soon grab a parchment and quill and began to write a very important letter, that held the contents of a opportunity offer. Once he was done, he knew just where to go. For such a thing will likely need the best of the best. He couldn't stop smiling to some of the conversation he had with the two figures.



"...this humble barkeep is named Sel. He is one of a kind among the humble working class of Roaringshore.

"Humble?" *He barks a laugh* "I prefer savvy, rotten black gutted rum drinkin scoundrel"

"The last time I was here I was quite impressed with this little port. Up until recently I hardly knew humans were quite capable of the activities that occur here. I had the prejudgment that humans were happy as either humble servants and farmers or as overfed wealthy nobles."

"Well like I always said, if a person determined and consistent, they can build worlds." *He curled the side of his lips* "Fok them bloody nobles. They all got their blimey nose up high think'n they better then others." *He tsk through his teeth*

"I like this one"

"During my tour of the coast I came across many of these stupid people. Stupid soft and rich people. "

"Sounds like you are describing elves"

"Stupid, soft, rich and prissy yup! That sums them all up." *He looks to the masked individual* "Elves? Hmph!, those awhole other breed. Stuck up, and always think every other race beneath them. Uptight those tree huggers .They dont come around here tho, nae after the Pirates captured a ship full of Elves. Kilt off 9 to the Bitch Queen Umberlee, sold one to a Black Elf that eat her heart out, sold the rest to Calimshite slavers. Was like 70 ol them!"

"I really like this guy speaks my language"

"I represent a small group of individuals who wish to set up business in and or near this part of the coast. "

"Business? Wot sort ol business?"

*Whispered tone*.....to start...who knows what, after that. But in order to get set up around here we will need, Connections, fences and most importantly- information."

"Sounds savvy." " And just wot sort of information, yer lookin for?"

"......anything worthy of sinking our teeth into without incurring the wrath of Pirate Lords or Thieves guilds etc..."

"Sounds like fun." "Hmm, I may know a few someone's, or someone that would surely like a new job. I'll run it by them" *He glances at the bowl of coins on the bar*



*If a patron every asked the bartender of the Broken Goblet what he thinks determination was, he would tell them..*"Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not, nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not, unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not, the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan 'Press On!' has solved and always will solve the problems of any race. I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something that I can do. And that is how I get shite done."

((Some dialog edit to avoid risk of sensitive player info.))

[selhan]

Involved



“Oddly enough,
I feel the most alone ,
when I'm in a room full of people.”

The rumors were disturbing, was it true? Did the mage rebels take Lockheart? I went to the one person that could confirm this. Watcher Wai. It was true, the floating Tower, the capture of Lockheart, someone whom I've worked with and for, someone who's only intention was peace in their own way. But I needed her. She was an important figure that I needed for other means. And now she was a prisoner to the Mage rebel known as Tyrelius the Thrice judge. I've heard his name many times before, but he was never of any interest to me. I had only thought of the man of his own beliefs. But now he had someone I need. Someone important to me. And I need her back, and even if I must stand within the presence of knights, so be it, for I am not one bound by laws or duty, Im a freeman, and I will do anything necessary to see her returned. Even if I have to cut Tyrelius bloody throat myself.



I will leave the Knights and the season soldiers to plan out and plot how best to infiltrate the tower. I just hope they dont take too long for I remember delays will mean the death of a captured victim. Such an experience I've witness chasing down that damn Blood Mangus who kidnapped a farmers young daughter. Her mutilated body was the result. Tyrelius, I've never met you but now you've crossed a line and I will see to it Amn will hear your agonizing screams. But first, lets see if what the Red Knight mention provides a lead. These Cells. After all this is a game I enjoy well. Guess its time I return to Amn. Gods I hate that blimey place.

[selhan]

Words With a Bartender



The night was full in its darkness, the tavern filled with the regular locals of pirates, captains, smugglers , run a ways and thieves. Since it wasn't at the end of the tenday, there was less carousing, the mood somber. Patrons memorized in their drinks, idle talks conversed with few drunken calls hailing the High Captains or the Shore in general. A normal day in the Broken Goblet it was, until a hooded patron arrived. One unfamiliar to the Shore, but familiar to the bartender.

"Wots your poison?" *He bartender asked. "Didnt bring any with me" *the patron replied. The typical initial greet in the Broken Goblet. But soon the patron understood and order water. Either the woman worried if the bartender wasnt jesting or maybe she was a traveler that simply needed water.



I've always enjoyed new faces, but there was always one thing I enjoyed above that, sharing of rumors. Not everyone can know rumors, if they never heard of them. Rumors are the very entertainment in our realm. Some ignore them, others thrive for them. Worlds can be built from them. Bartenders tend to know many rumors. Good bartenders that is. I mean its tactics to attractions. Drinks, laughs, barmaids, deals, card games, board games, conversations, tales, songs, rumors are all munitions to help entice customers to coming around. However for those that by some reason or another cant come to the Goblet, will have to hope another tavern can provide just as much. I remember several taverns that did just that, but slowly one by one they close out of business, or have no attraction. Less and less people are interested in frequenting those establishment.

I'm surely doing something right, because after two years working here, I still get patrons that have a need or want to frequent the Broken Goblet. Even if only to drink water. Or was it really water they came here for?

[selhan]

"Reflection"



“Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real,
and you're just a reflection of him?”



*As Sel would go and present himself to Athkatla, he will be directed to the prison without further formalities, after a brief check on the authenticity of his letters. In the prison, he is thoroughly examined, and all weapons are removed. Nobody ask him any question. An inquisitor comes, and just says "Follow me". Sel arrives in what seems to be a very high policed and secured area of the prison. As soon as the door is shut behind him, he begins to hear some whispers, and following, loud sounds of people beating things against the bars of their cell door. Some vulgar words can be heard, while obscene invitations follow, likely directed at Sel, or the Mage-Inquisitor, or both.*

Sel: "Lovely patrons you have."

Amnian Mage-Inquisitor: They are criminals. *He hits the door, more than knocking* DOVRIK! You have a visitor! *He turns to Sel after unlocking the door* You have one hour. I will be right there.

Sel: *He entered and glanced over at the chained prison and smiled while clasping his hands together* "Well well well..seems like your adjusting to your new home" *He then glances around the cell*

*As you enter, you see Kazaiev Dovrik smile. His hands are chained, and imprisoned in sealed gauntlets with arcane runes on them. His green eyes watch you intensely* Aaah! Sel... I knew you would come. *There is a smirk on his face. He seems completely at ease.*

Sel: "But of course!" *He said with mirth* "After all we never had a chance to have our quality talk." *He looks around examining the cell* "Pity, that it wasn't me that brought you in . But oh well..I look forward to the day of your trial."

Kazaiev Dovrik: And why do you think you have not been able to be the one? *He looks at Sel in the eyes, content.*

Sel: *He points gesturing to his hands* "Cause you still have your hands." *He said sternly with an emotionless expression, but then suddenly he seemed playful again* "Horrid thing what you did to that young girl. Very messy in my book. But..*He lifts a finger* "I cant stop wondering just what in the nine hells where you doing in that cave?"

Kazaiev Dovrik: Isabella? She was not enough... *He shakes his head, disappointed*

Sel: "Enough for what?"

Kazaiev Dovrik: "Perfection"

Sel: Call me curious..I mean ..you surely seemed to be more than a simple mage criminal of Amn. And no one really could quite figure out just what were you doing in the abyss and that cave other then some experiment. Do share, I am killing your boredom after all" *He smiled*.

Kazaiev Dovrik: Curious... Oh come on, you can do better than that. Be honest... not just with me, with yourself. What left do I have to live? A few days, months? So let's be honest, right. Why so obsessed? Why is this book such a story that you want to know? That you need to know. To the point you travel all this way to... me."

Sel : Well I just like being in the good graces with the Inquisition. I find them interesting..deeply. Its like Night and Day!

Kazaiev Dovrik: In the inquisition good graces? Or in HER good graces? Too bad that the Helmites were in competition with the inquisition. They delayed things... everything.

Sel: Yet even after they disturbed you..you choose to return and work in the cave?

Kazaiev Dovrik: Of course. It was necessary. Yes... and you know it. It's for the same reason you're here. The same reason you ask questions.

Sel: "Curiosity!" *He smiled* "Not trying to live across the room with you."

Kazaiev Dovrik: Alright, so you want to play this game. This is fine with me. I was not creating something for my master. My experience conducted a pure desire for perfection. You say it. Information is important. How can someone live in the Abyss? Well, here is a secret for you.(....)....In all means that can be needed to achieve perfections. Secrets this world doesn't want you to know. But you know already, right?

Sel: *He nods* "A thing a or two. After all..some secrets are willing to die for."

Kazaiev Dovrik: True.

Sel: *He turns for the door but paused a step* "Dont die too soon eh..I want to be there for your trial and execution."

Kazaiev Dovrik: You don't have to worry about that. I very much hope that you will be there.

Sel: "Too bad the girls father wont be there..he killed himself after seeing what you did to his daughter. And people call me the bad man." *He smirks*

Kazaiev Dovrik: Yes... all as according to plan. You are very much like me, Sel. This is why you are so fascinated. You feel the same need as I do... for perfection. This insatiable fire.... and it is consuming you.

Sel: "Except..you got caught..." *He gave the man a two finger salute and a devilish grin before stepping out*

Kazaiev Dovrik: Of course...... of course...... *He said in a lowered slow whispering tone*

As I was taken back to Neshkal my mind was filled with thought. I wondered that the type of person you are is usually reflected in your business. To improve your business, I would think you must first improve yourself. If I speak of myself in different ways, that is because I look at myself in different ways. I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get. But now after seeing that blood magus, I cant help but wonder will I see him then?. Perfection...that insatiable fire..he was right, it was consuming, and it was consuming me. But that was how I was raised, that was what I was taught. Anything less than perfection was failure. When one thinks me an idiot they don't even know that it was I that woven them to think such a thought of me. I've perfected the craft. It was years in the training and experience. Everything that happens, has my touch in one form or another. Ambitions is like a drug, once you taste it and feel its effects, you long for more, you thirst for more. And if you don't limit yourself, you do become consumed. Then you are no longer in control. I guess the visit to the man was more fruitful than I thought. Farewell then Kazaiev Dovrik and you have my thanks. And I will be there for your execution. After all, It will be like looking at myself, and I dont intend to miss it.


*He thought back at the images of Kazaiev Dovrik bound and chain with his charming smirk, but then in the very same vision, it was himself that sat bound in chains with the similar charming smirk as if he was looking at himself. The echo's of many prisoners within the prison banging on their cell doors and spat towards his boots and yelled out curses with seething teeth. They all likely heard of him only known to be a hunter of criminal mages to their minds. But was it truly so? Was the man that had visited Kazaiev Dovrik really a mage hunter? Or is it what he wanted people to believe? No one appears to know, except maybe one person, someone kept hidden from his conversations, someone he avoids speaking about. Someone who nearly revealed the true man behind that devilish smile.*

((TY DM Abyss))

[selhan]

Rum Time



“Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall, and wind may blow
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall mast will I lie
And let the clouds go sailing by”

Rain was constant and heavy in Roaringshore. But I like it because it always brings in patrons to the Broken Goblet. This was one of those nights where I was able to sit with them and share rum and wine in a vessel made of blown glass with a unique engraved steam we call a goblet. With open bottles scattered on the table sounded by laughs and jests, I was a patron in the very tavern I bartend. The effects of our drinks filled our guts and our heads that caused us to have an enjoyable night.

I drank with faces I knew and didnt know. The mood was set, everyone relaxed and listen to talks of tales and past lives. A merchant was present and you know how they are, always with business and gold on their minds. He sought rare gems and deals were made. One woman sought for a rare ring that none has ever seen or ever heard of. A new face whom was lost in the coast had no understanding of what Roaringshore was. But we ensured we passed the knowledge and let the woman know just what sort of place Roaringshore was. She was young merc of sorts, equipped with a poker that was quite mundane and pitiful. But her company was accepted and later even indulged.



The talks of freedom and the tales of old, filled the salty air within the Goblet. But as the night reached the time where patrons slowly began to depart. Even I went back to my ship but nor did I arrive alone. The drunken company was interesting as well as pleasing. I mean after all, what else goes better with a drunken state in the Shore? If patrons asks a bartender in Roaringshore he will tell ya..

"Wind blowin in yer hair, the smell ol the ocean
and the slow rocking of a beautiful ship.
Either a night of brawls and killin,
or a night ol romance and drinkin,
Such is the ways of the free lawless land of
Roaringshore."