The Broken Goblet RP

[selhan]

After discussing the usual business with Sel, Pike adds almost as an afterthought.

"- Oh, ya had a visitor, I think. Almost forgot all about it. May have been one of them chimney elves, but something was off with this one. I don't recon I've seen this one before. At least I don't remember. Can't be sure what it was really. All covered up in a robe that was dark blue robe like the sea at night. Short like the chimney elves are. Could swear I saw white under the hood but could have seen wrong too. Ordered a glass of whiskey but didn't touch it. Thought that was odd too. Anyway, asked for the bartender and since it wasn't me, I'd assume it was you. Didn't talk other than that and didn't stay long either. Oh, one more thing, that one had a different smell, like flowers."

((From Unknown..))

*Sel would grab an open bottle of rum on top of the bar. Likely used to serve drinks or even maybe had been purchased by a random patron. Half in thought, he didnt care to wonder where the rum came from, he simply took it as if it had always belonged to him. It was natural for the man, a sniff at the bottle to determine if it was safe to drink, once satisfied, he took a swig and allowed the liquid to burn down his throat. His mind wondered of who was the unknown visitor that had recent visited the tavern asking of him. Leather dark boots walked across the drinking floor as he headed towards the front door and walked out into the foggy night of Roaringshore with his wondering mind*

"Another chimney elf? But the boss seen white under the hood...can nae be a chimney elf then.." *Another swig from his bottle of rum* "Hmmm think think...ordered whiskey but didnt touch it..odd..surely not one for drinking then, that was merely an act..smelled like flowers....hmm...Surely wont find a person smelling like flowers in the Shore save the Wintertals maybe." *He twitches his nose* "Guess I'll have pick up the scent of this flower and see what treasures to be had" *He downed the contents of his bottle of rum then randomly tossed it aside soon hearing the shattering of glass and staggered away towards the docks of the village, setting his course towards the city of Baldur's*

[Febriel]

The Drow female along with a Tiefling with skin black as a Drow's and red eyes as well as another who would be considered of mixed blood (if looked at closely) with lighter ashen skin enter the goblet. Mithy looks around before throwing coin on the counter and points to the barrel of Orc Grog. The mixed blood female seemed to be repulsed at the idea. Mitheera comments that she likes the cheap stuff before taking a long gulp of the horrible drink handed to her by Captain Pike lamenting that she misses Rat. Captain Pike if he cared would have heard Mitheera being asked why she's even in a place like this followed by a comment accusing her of likely having a death wish. The Drow would simply shrug and say she likes the place before turning her head to look about as if she was looking for someone

[selhan]

The Smell of Rum

“There comes a time in a man's life when he hears the call of the sea. "Hey, YOU!" are the sea's exact words.
If the man has a brain in his head, he will stop dreaming immediately.”

The sound of breaking waters, the sound of gulls, the sound of rugged men and women barking at each other with insults or threats one form or another. This was the common sounds within the pirate village of Roaringshore. And within such a village, there was a scoundrel of a bartender whom worked at the only drinking tavern known as the Broken Goblet. In the past few months he was rarely seen, many came around for his service, others simply to carouse. For any that has ever frequent the Broken Goblet, knows one of the best things about the Tavern and its cheap drinks, was that the drinks was served in an elegant goblet made of blown glass that rested upon stems of gold. Each stem were carefully crafted and carved of various designs. Sometimes a bellowing dragon, others a rising Kraken that was sinking a ship, even some with a mermaid entwined with a sailor in some passionate embrace.

"E'llo Boss! " *The scoundrel gave his signature devilish grin and tipped the brim of his hat* " Anyone interesting came around look'n fer me? And I do mean interest'n. Aint be in the mood fer annoy'n or bugger'n irritat'n!" *He barks a laugh as he planted a few gold coins on the bar before grabbing a bottle of rum.* "Just came back from Baulders' been hearing all sorts of crazed stuff. Folks gett'n slaughter'd, cults getting slain, Wyrms trying to undermine the city, and knights spouting wings and fly'n about! Even heard that elf Netanya became a noblewoman! Of course I doubt yer know whom she is, one of them prissy type ol women, that runs a fashion shop. Quite the looker tho she is! But not long after she became a noblewoman, someone tried to assassinate her! Must've had a issue about a dress order or sumth'n!" *He barks a laugh before taking a deep swig from his bottle of rum*. "Oh by the way, if any chimney elf that look like a shaved crow comes in look'n fer me, tell her I out fetch'n supplies. If she pays yer well, then tell her something fancy" *He wipes his mouth with his arm sleeve* "Oh and if Shana comes by, let the lass know she can find me on the ship."

[selhan]

Dark Patrons

“One of the saddest things in life,
is the things one remembers.”

Another night of carouse and the smell of drinks, in a cocktail form in the tavern known as the Broken Goblet. The late arrival of the bartender was a blessing to a degree. For before his arrival, there was rumors of visiting patrons, near and far, and even odd. Tales of women dancing in the tavern, others weeping in sorrow, appearing to had arrive in hopes to meet the bartender. How true , one never knows unless they were around to bare witness.

In the meantime, the entering bartender had only one thought in mind, goblets needs to be served. It wasnt a surprising thing to be visited by Zhents, hes had his history of them stopping by for one reason or another. Even the Lord Castellan himself was a familiar figure that sometimes came by. Talks of rumors and events recent or long pass filled the conversation around the bar. Some mutual feelings and points of view shared. Jest and laughter's to follow. Indeed this was a common night within the Broken Goblet, where drinks were served in elegant glass, and the vibe was bold and raw. The night brought the bartenders mind back to many memories. Memories filled with a grand level of gatherings. When music, jest, insults filled the tavern nearly throughout the entire night. Mornings with patrons whom fell asleep drunk. A place where the filthiest , meanest and brutal patrons could gather and enjoy cheap hard drinks. Some called the place dangerous, others felt it was a boon.

Tho regardless how anyone felt, there is one thing to note, the bartender known as Sel, could still be found there. And if he wasnt found, locals would know, it was because he didnt wish to be.

[selhan]

Futile Dreams

Without knowledge, action is useless.
And knowledge without action is futile.
So are some hopeless dreams.

In this very realm, some people loved to see a dream shatter. To see the dreamer hobbled and lamed, foundering in the shards of their broken hopes. This is what people get for believing that they could have more. They had thought themselves special, their minds were convinced they were given a blessing that will gain them purpose, advantage, a higher status. I'm not one to believe in such. Gains are made by the effort one puts in towards their dreams. Brick by brick, stone by stone. To dream, to hope, to wait for a miracle, is futile to me. A mans starving belly will not sedate the hunger by simply dreaming of food. He would have to go obtain the meal. I'm such a man that would do just that by any means necessary. One would wither and grow old of age waiting on hopes.

As I peer into a set of crimson eyes, I see invisible tears. The words that escapes the dark lips speak of needs and wants, yet the vibration of the tone tells me such words are nothing more but wishes and desires of what they do not have. With all that I obtained, all that I own and call mine, I didn't wish upon it. I made efforts to make those gains, or had others do it for me. Had I sat around with desire alone, I'd be no better off than a beggar that makes streets his home.

[selhan]

Disturbed Adventurers

One evening night was calm in front of the Friendly Arms Inn when a man from Roaringshore paid it a visit. Just before the sun started to rise, the Inn was increasing with activity. People from up and down the Trade Way was slowly gathering after their nightly slumber. Most were common sights, regular faces seen at the Friendly Arms Inn save the man from Roaringshore, who was humorously indecent, lewd, with ribald language and behavior, often characterized by vulgar jokes or sexual innuendo. Some people paid the man no mind, others was taken aback. Some familiar faces known to him, resorted to old jest and chastising. Others remained silently observing. And then there was few by the look on their faces was surely not use to meeting such a man. Some women felt he shouldn't speak with such a foul and filthy tongue, especially in front of "would - be" honorable women. But they soon learned they had erred. He was a man that was known to live and work in the Pirate Village known as Roaringshore. A place lawless, a place where men or women are left hanging on trees, even after the crows had finished feasting on their bones, simply to serve as a reminder with one part considered an humorous act. He...was Pirate...a scoundrel one at that.

He looks back at Nalissa* "So you didn't dance at all there?"

n-no...sel, no...t-that's r-rubbish r-rumors!

*He blinks as the halfling grew to a human size, he appraised the woman* "Well now...that's enticing" *he grins deviously* "Careful luv, yer might make men thirsty.

Not the intended effect.* remains stone cold in her expression and voice* It is out of mere convenience.

"Eh? " *he barks a laugh* "Dear..its the Goblet! So long as yer not breaking furniture, or the glass, anything goes." *His smile sly, peering steady* "My boss could care less if a nose was broke so long it nae the glass."

Arcane is a learning and utility tool. and such how i intend to use it. Using such power for trivial things such as fun seems foolish and a waste of talent.... *looks him over* and judging by ones look i hesitate to ask what is considered fun.

"What I consider fun?" *He chuckles* "Lass, everything is quite fun to me, *He ponders and pause in thought* "But on the top of the list I prefer..."Rum, woman, the sweet indulgence of pleasure till the sun comes up, *He paused glancing up in thought then quickly added* "Nae necessary in that order but yer git me right?" *He grins devilishly*

...no. but judging by your character i would say women are at the top of your list. Alas. if you wish to look for such might i suggest Darkhold or Roaringshore. I have heard they are both crawling with women of that nature.

*He took another look up seeing the sun rise and he sucked air through his teeth in a displeasing "tsk". Then looked toward the woman and barked a laugh* "And just wot ..*He lifts a finger slowly pointing at her as he grinned* "would yer know about the Shore?"

I don't d-dislike the shores, but yes..a-alot of t-troubled s-souls t-there.

"Troubled souls?" *He lifts a brow and grins* "Roaringshore is a place ol free men and woman. No prissy laws luv. " *He grins then looks at Mirella* "Oh your new man is it? I'll pray for the bugger." *He winks then tips his hat towards the man with a devilish grin*"Sel be the name mate, occupation bartend'a, other known as the Slippery Bastard and some other *He paused* Filthy titles, but bah, likely from drunkards, pay them no mind" *He barks a laugh*

These people surely wasn't ready for a man like me, long that they linger around prissy city folks, dwell in the presence of nobles and knights, and natures protectors. Most women whom even shared talks with me will soon find themselves in a web of rumors of bedding a Pirate. Humorous it all is, but they will never know thy truth. Like pawns on a board, I'm a man that let's people believe what I want them to believe. Most of them will slay monsters for hopes of rare treasures, we raid villages and ships and take what we desire. They drink in taverns filled with friendly exchange and break up fights or brawls before the doorman can engage. We drink and cheer as a corpse is dragged and tossed out of our taverns. Tis why when I do enter the city of Baldurs Gate, I prefer to stay in the Lower cites, at least there, I can find those of similar taste in cultures. Most of these people wouldn't know what real freedom is, even if it was in their faces like a hill giants arse. At least my visit to the Friendly Arms held one interesting conversation with a Elven women. Guess an elf's memories do last as long as their long lives. But this night, was more than enough for my disliking. I'll continue to remain either in Roaringshore, or the Lower City of Baldurs Gate. After all...*He touches his pirate medallion* ...I'm no bloody hero.