The Broken Goblet

[selhan]

Spilling Goblets..



The morning started mildly simple. Inspections and inventory where one of the things he did. Checking the areas that would need minor fixes. More space was indeed needed within the tavern. At least the women didn't have trouble finding laps to sit on. However the mildly simple morning was soon lost and more arriving patrons filled the Goblet, far too much at one point that it was even spilling. Smoke filled the air of the drinking area early in the morning. There were nothing against smoking in the Broken Goblet, and what ever the patrons smoked in there, it'll smells of that. Other possible smells include stale ale, not by what was stored in bottles but from the spillages that haven't been cleaned up promptly. Some of those spillages were by intent and not by careless accidents from a drunken patron..



"Oi ! You bloody she devil!" He was trying to ring out alcohol that was spilled on him. The result of a jest that made one of the patrons walk up and pour her drink on him. Others paused in worry or thought, wondering if a conflict might take birth. But this was the Broken Goblet where the bartender would tell you to leave sensitivity at the front door.
"Just a bit of sisterly love to the terrible wench of a bartender we have..."



"I have devised a means of maintaining my full physical abilities..."
"Can we make him not talk again?.."
"Congratulations. Sounds too occult for me to understand..."
"Your ears would be tasty too I'm sure!"
"HA! Is that right Maretta? Bobby aint sing to you yet?!"
"No, he hasn't!"
"Because I care about sparing her ears from my singing!"
"Would you sing to Mirella Volstagg? If we wrote you a song?"
"I hope Volstagg is over there preparing a love ballad to sing to you"
"Oh Gods..!!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you're ready because I come with a particular request tonight!"

And so the morning went on with songs, cheers, sneers, and even spilling goblets. But it didn't stop there. For the thing of dance followed soon after. And a bunch of drunken patrons made fools of themselves, even the bartender...





"Gods and this was just the morning...."

[selhan]

The Silent Nights...



"Hello, Darkness, my old friend!
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping.
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Still remains. . .
Within the sound of silence!..."



The most magical thing the bartender ever seen, that had nothing of magic within its means, where two people who's never played together before, suddenly played together as if they had within the Goblets doors.

The song of darkness made the bartenders hand nearly shake behind the bar. A very long time ago when he was quite alone, and fresh to cobbled streets of the City of Baldur's, he use to do just that. Talk to the darkness. Often he did specially after and engagement with a merchant or even a passerby. He would often speak to it as if it was a known companion. When a person spends days at a time alone, they would often find means to have something to talk to in order to keep their sanity. Amulets, a weapon, a scarf, familiars, or simply to the Gods. Aye some would look upon them as if they were insane. For him, it was the darkness he would hold a one sided conversation with quite often.
That was until the darkness spoke back to him.

"Truly Magnificent!"

A patron blurted out to appraise the singer for his talent, but all the while waking the bartender up from his memories. And it wasn't long before another new face arrived, who seemed very out of place. Her hair was clean her clothes looked simple. Her tone was soft but her steps were silent. Too silent.



"I didn't realize this was that kind of tavern.... I've found things in the most unexpected places."
"Sometimes you find unexpected people in unexpected places."



They couldn't have been more right.

The night slowed to a somber state, talks of the casuals and common. And what more better way then to end it with a bunch of drunken patrons in the Broken Goblet? The bartender there would tell you...a good song.

"I've found a love.
For me!
Oh Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead.
Well, I found a girl.
Beautiful and sweet!
I never knew you were the someone waiting for me!
Cause we were just kids when we fell in love.
Not knowing what it was..
I will not give you up this time!..."

[selhan]

Temptations..and..Regret's



Temptations..
The desire to do something, especially something wrong or unwise.



Some say falling to temptation is the greatest sin of all. A bartender in the Broken Goblet would tell you,
"I'd rather fall to temptation then live a life with regret."



Temptations come in many forms, it tugs at the very core of what ones heart truly desires. Yet people use many means and reasons and even belief's taught to us by other people, to resist it, to block out, to throw away what our heart really desires.

If your blood stirs from what the eye's sees, why deprive yourself of it?

If your compelled to go against what you know is right, why deny it?

If your willed to lust for more power, why disregard it?

If your spending days upon days struggling with yourself, why put up with it?


The face of regret is far worse.



Mirtul 1349 DR

"You threw me away!.."
"What was I suppose to do?.You would have died!."
"Join us and we can rule the world!"
"And live in that little play house in the Woods? Nah don't think so."
"You deserve better."
"I deserve nothing."
"You should join up with me."
"It's better for you that I don't"
"Why are you helping me? Don't touch me!"
"Shut up and give me your arm."
"Come with us"
"I'd rather go drink."
"It would have been better had you kissed me."
"That wouldn't be wise."
"So this is what it comes down too?"
"Don't just blame me, we both made a choice"
"You'd make a good father."
"You've lost your wit."
"You killed him?"
"Don't ask me stupid questions."

"Why does the patrons, always make me relive the past..?!"

[selhan]

((OOC - Note))

Reminder to some who may not understand or know.
Roaringshore is a lawless place.

The Broken Goblet is the tavern within Roaringshore.

"AS Per DM Ruling" - The High Captains(Rulers etc) run Roaringshore. Not a bartender of a tavern. So Sel nor the NPC Staff or owners have anything to do in regards to Roaringshore, they have their own people. The Goblet merely serves drinks.

The Broken Goblet's policy AS Per DM, is "ALL" is welcomed. The mindset is goblet coins is goblet coins. More patrons more business. So yes, any and all players from creatures of all kinds from all places to even that of a Paladin can come in for drinks. Although a paladin might not feel too comfortable in such a place. Bickering can be expected, insults can be expected, glares can be expected, basically leave your sensitivity at the front door. It is that sort of a tavern. However..the House Rules of the Goblet are OOC and IC respected and or enforced by NPC's and PC's. No Fighting in the Drinking area, No Breaking of Furniture, No rp Touching the Barmaids. Violations of any of the above is to be rp'd you got thrown out. Refusal of such and I will report you for Godmod. Sel will not care if two or more patrons want to pvp with each other in front of him. So long as its not in the drinking area. He will simply mop up the loser then go back to serving drink. It is THAT sort of tavern. Sel will not care if one patron annoys or irritates another patron, it is THAT sort of Tavern.

HOWEVER- Be mindful of your rp. Some players really do like hanging out in the Goblet. If you as a PC disrupts its atmosphere, your pc may get conflict from the other patrons. The Bartender wont step in either. His job is to serve drinks and enforce the rules of the Tavern. Not play hero or choose sides between right and wrong and good or bad.

*The protagonist walked in the smoked filled tavern, the smell of stale ale from spillage assaults their nostrils. When the protagonist scans the room , their eyes were met with narrowed brows and hard glares being sized up for they were an unfamiliar face. The protagonist was smart enough not to step on any ones "toes" for they were on unfamiliar ground. Walking up to the bar, eyes meet a grinning barkeeper awaiting for the order. Indeed the barkeeper was grinning, for he saw from how the protagonist was dressed that they were surely out of place. "Oi, Welcome to the Goblet, whats yer poison?" the bartender would ask with a sly grin on his face in a tone meant to set the protagonist uneasy. "Ale" the protagonist replied in the flattest tone they could spill out of their lips, to give a show they were made of something stern. After awhile of remaining silent the other patrons decided nothing else of the new arrival and turned their heads and continue their conversations or carousing. What ever happens after is a story of its own, the only thing that was for certain, the Ale came in a Goblet.*

[selhan]

Toss one for the Bartender..

"Are you finished stalling?"
"Rose play ma song!"

The minstrel took up her lute and let fly the musical sounds that bellowed forth in a shanty to quickly uplift the moods and liven the tavern. Boots started to stomp the floor, fists started to pound against tabletops and the room was starting to chant along with the lyrics..except the bartender.



He had something else to do. A word to keep, a debt owed, and a debt he will repay. The song grew louder, the patrons were enjoying the performance by the familiar minstrel. Before the current minstrel, a familiar man had came into the Goblet and shared the joy of song with his professional talent. He brought up the moods and even gave one dedicated to the bartender himself. The bartender in his soul appreciated the song. However expectants eyes continue to glare, a debt waited to be collected, and disappoint is what the bartender did not like doing.



An apron was suddenly tossed in the air to some random area near the bar, the minstrel Rose continued playing intently even with curious eyes, patrons started to turn their heads at the bartender wondering what was amiss and before they had a chance to blink he ripped off his shirt and pants! Only his boots and gloves and his loin cloth along with his old swashbucklers hat he left on! He spun on the heels of his boots effortlessly, like a cat he was agile, perfectly balance nor stumbling. The patrons didn't cheer, for their face was still in shock. All except one. The collector. That patron surely wasn't going to leave nor rest until the debt was paid in full. They might have thought the bartender would cower from such a debt, but what they didn't know was that his particular bartended always makes it a point to keep his word. In everything he does.



"oh-oh!"
"I... don't know what the hell I just witnessed."
"The bartender stripping."
"What in the nine planes of heat and brimstone did I just walk in on?"
"What are you lots gawkin at?! A good man keeps his word! HUZZAH!!!"

"Happy now?"
"It'll do."

The bartender of the Broken Goblet, always keeps his word..

[selhan]

Frozen Goblets..

Sometime during the early evenings in the Broken Goblet..
"So what was this about Frost Giants?"
"Let me put away all my stock and I be up for somethin"

Frost Giants - called "isejotunen" in their own language, were large giants that could be found in most cold environments of Faerûn. Among the tallest of true giants, frost giants could tower higher than 21 feet (6.4 meters).They weighed about 8,000 pounds. The bodies of these giants had skin and hair whose colors ranged a wide spectrum of blue and white shades, though some were known to have dirty yellow hair. Likewise, their eyes were generally shades of blue or yellow.

Later on....



"RRRRRRAAAAAAWWWWWWRRRRRRR!"


A Frost giant roared, it was so loud it rang their ear drums. It was swinging a mighty axe that was far too cold to the touch for anyone other than them. The sounds of ice shattering echoed even in the chilled outdoors, as the axe plunged and imbedded into the ground. Like exploding glass, ice shards sprayed and scattered everywhere! The frequent patrons of the Broken Goblet scrambled out of the way trying to avoid being hit by such an axe, knowing they would not only be cleaved in half, but the frost edge of the axe would freeze their innards in a sheering pain. A new crude blade welded by a raging barbarian cut into the icey cold flesh and ripped jagged cuts by its serrated edge. A Rapier known as the Ghost blade gave its wielder the power of concealment, making the person nearly transparent. Its metal enchanted by dark energy bit deep within the Giant and causing it to bellow out in pain. Hatches and blades followed up the blade work to finally finish the giant off, only to leave its spilling blood to freeze before the snow could be saturated with it. They brought down the giants guarding the Frost castle's doors, panting while looking at each other to see who would enter first.



"Ready?"
"Aye."

Compelled and willing, they entered and rushed down the big massive corridors to engage more Frost Giants in their way. Lingering in one area wasn't the wises of choices within the Frost Castle. For one never knows when another sentry may arrive. Each Giant felt like fighting a battalion, it was better not to fight an army...



"Lovely."
"Everyone gather to me!"
"We got one behind us near the door!"



"Someone do the honors"

But that wasn't the end of the venture.

"Forest of Wyrms?"

[selhan]

Its not a Goblet...



Beregost (pronounced: /BEAR-eh-gost) was a town on the Coast Way, halfway between Baldur's Gate and Amn. It was a popular stop for many visiting merchant caravans, especially those en route to Waterdeep in the north or to the Sea of Fallen Stars in the east.

The bartender had just finish purchasing some items in Beregost. He smiled as he walked through the streets of the town. He was planning to head towards Neshkel and take the trail to Greenest. A good meal was on his mind, so he wanted to pay a visit to the tavern called The Lucky Coin. Little did he know, things were not going to go as planned. Along the roads he came upon a cat.



It's curious stares and cries told the obvious it was hungry and lost. "Hungry?" The bartender asked it. He suddenly pulled out some dried meat he often carried and set it down for the cat. Without hesitation the cat pounced for the meat and started devouring it. The bartender chuckled then scratched it behind its ears and started to continue towards his destination. The cat followed. Figuring the cat had not eaten in awhile, he pulled out another portion of dried meat for the cat. After devouring the meat, the cat still continued to follow the bartender. He laugh then decided to allow it to follow him. Deciding to visit the Lucky Coin another time, he hopped on the caravan along with the cat. Miles later..and through various stops and a boat ride, they arrived to Roaringshore.

That cat didn't seem to have liked the boat ride, nor the look of the pirates. But the bartender ensured its safety. After all its never a wise thing to piss off the local bartender, his drink may very well just be your last. Upon arriving to the front of the Goblet, few patrons and the frequent minstrel were outside. Seeing the cute cat, they rushed straight for it with onslaughts of petting and admiring the cute thing. He left the cat in the minstrels and the half orcs care. Humor it was for him to see the orc blood turn so soft for a cat. It must have been the eyes. However the bartender didn't have time to spare, he was already running late for work, and need to set up the bar. All the while wondering just what sort of day it would be. He turned back to look at the Half orc and yelled out..

"And don't bloody give it any alcohol!" "Got milk?" "Does my chest look like I produce milk? Here give it some water". After awhile the bartender had changed into his apron and was nearly ready to start the bar. "Ahoy Pike, I'm here. I can take over now go on and get some rest." The bartender was busy mustering back and forth bringing out the most requested of drinks, and setting up his many precious goblets. Yes so far, an uneventful day...until the screaming came...

((Stop the song above at this point and then play the next for best concept! ^^))



"AAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!"


"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"


Patrons that frequent the Broken Goblet, might speak of a tale when a Half Orc barbarian cradled a cute cat in his big arms all the while cooing and petting it. Until he brought the cat inside the tavern where the special wards removed any magical enchantments, and the barbarian was no longer holding a cat but a svirfneblin and both screamed in freight of each other so much, that the barbarian dropped the gnome down the stairs.

The bartender of the Broken Goblet would tell you, that in his life time he's seen a Half Orc scared.

Deep gnomes, called svirfneblin (pronounced: /svɪrfˈnɛblɪn/ svirf-NEB-lin) in their own language, were a gnome subrace that lived in the Underdark. While their surface cousins were known for their boundless optimism and cheerful mischief, the svirfneblin were serious and suspicious creatures. They survived in the Underdark by maintaining wariness of others and working hard to keep their underground society secret.

[selhan]

Another Night..





The night was more relaxed then most nights. The normal patrons arrived, ordering their goblets and conversating with each other. Aside from the strange day, the night was very much calmed. Few familiar faces arrived separately unknowing of each other.



The bartender engaged in conversations only if he was asked a question or so. He always seem to admire or enjoy watching patrons from two different parts of the Coast engage in talks. "Balance" he would often consider the Goblet. The Boss was wise to establish the House rules of the Tavern. It gave opportunities for the North and South to meet for what ever reasons there were. The Broken Goblet surely was not the fancy of places, after visiting the matron of House Divine and seeing her bar, he admittedly told himself it was very lovely and appealing to his eyes. He always liked having moments with the matron. It always seemed fun for him. If one ever had a need for a clothing design , she surely was the person to go too. She was after all far better than that Aldo fellow.



However the The Broken Goblet has its advantages nor did it live under a bunch of silly laws or prissy people who thought their lives were far more important then the world itself. For such the place as the Broken Goblet and whom it attracts, the bartender had a level of respect for the ones that came. They were not complicating at all. They merely simply wanted a drink, hear some music, sometimes a tale or two or even three. Hear the talks of rumors of sides the didn't often venture too. Aye, the Goblet had its advantages indeed. The night went on still, talks of Sharrans, and mage hunters and patrols. If there was one thing the patrons could agree on, tis was the unnerving silence of the roads. Normally that silence was often the sign before a violent storm to come..

[selhan]

What is Fun?



"So, is bartending fun?"


Fun? The simple question was asked with all sincerity, yet it was a question that was very much difficult to answer. What was fun? What did the bartender consider fun. Nearly every night that he's been working in the Broken Goblet, he's cheered and laughed and joked with patrons. He'd been seen joining in along with patrons carousing and games and even danced. But really, was it all fun to him? Or was he merely doing it for the patrons?. The question dwelled in his mind while they went off to a place of privacy to eat a meal and a casual drink. The thoughts drumming in his head like a heart racing with adrenalin. The woman who asked such a thing, was nothing short of playful. She enjoyed messing with other patrons with claims of no other goals beside gaining coin and fame. Was that really true ? Did she not care with whom she could find and call family? Or an occupation much like the bartender ? Perhaps her frequent visits to the Broken Goblet was her fun.



The question still remained unanswered. He thought deeply and finally came to realize, it's been a very long time since he did anything he had considered fun. Fun then was every day gathering with people he had considered friends. Much like the groups known as the Weavemasters, the Northerners, the Vanguards, the Radiant Hearts, the Blackroses, the Bladestones. The only difference was the bartender and his friends didn't have a name. Every day they banded together, they did the same work together, they looted together. If one needed a rest, they all needed a rest, if one bled, they all bled. Almost as if their hearts were beating in sync, they were an unseparated group of friends. Like brothers and sisters they were.
Until they were torn apart...




It wasn't a case of each leaving for their own calling. Or a case of drama within themselves. They were each influenced by other organizations, other factions, other temples. Greed in the hearts of outsiders manipulated the each of them, by religion, by false promises, and even threats. One by one, they peeled like an onion, each layer being used for different means, different goals. Until finally he himself looked around him, and realized they were no more and he walked alone.



Humorous he considered this day in age how groups break apart because of bickering or what others call "drama". Unlike before, when times were more cruel and harsh, groups were ripped apart like a downed prey to a pack of wolves. Their bond of close friendship were not respected by others. People took what they saw of interests. Either by manipulation or by force, there was no kindness. "Join us, or we kill them." "Choose me or we kill her." . "If I resurrect them, then you must join us and never mingle with them again." "You have what it takes to help us in our cause." Those were the common phrases, those were the last words a person heard before having to make one of the greatest decisions in their lives.

To help protect the City of Baldur's Gate...




Or be forgotten and meet a terrible fate...

The decision was yours..

I choose the Goblet..

[selhan]

Passions in a Goblet



"That a fact?"
"...still smells like ale."

People often get too busy trying to fix all the problems in the world. Most times they are so busy that they forget to breathe. Every living thing in this world needs to breathe. If we don't, we will eventually die. However sometimes, there's an intoxicating feeling when your at that last breath. It happens during a kiss. But not just any normal kiss. It's one that takes the very air out of your lungs, it steals your ability to breath in more air, it's taken by a desire, taken by a hunger, taken by passion.




You wont know it's coming, you may be able to predict it's forthcoming, but you wont be able to time it properly. Because if you did, you wont feel that particular passion. It causes your blood to stir like a raging river, it causes your heart to rapidly increase. Thoughts start to leave your mind, and your body takes control, seeking for more, more passionate desires, more passionate urges. Like a good drink when near full intoxication, you begin to crave for that moment of absolute bliss.



The indulgence of pleasure is led by a physical desire. That hunger to be satisfied, that thirst for completeness. There's many sort of desires that are emotional, meaningful, or what some call romantic. But the bartender of the Broken Goblet would say to you, there's no desire like a passionate one. There's no drink in his stock behind the bar that could compete with it. He would also say, it be that one feeling, that one desire, that can make you forget the stuff of Gods. And when you do feel it, it bloody sucks to be interrupted.

[selhan]

Grief..



Grief; deep sorrow, especially that caused by someone's death.



Who would have known that even patrons within the Broken Goblet knows what its like to experience grief. What is grief? Grief is a natural response to loss. It's the emotional suffering you feel when something or someone you love is taken away. Often, the pain of loss can feel overwhelming. You may experience all kinds of difficult and unexpected emotions, from shock or anger to disbelief, guilt, and profound sadness. It is not discriminating either thus the bartender found out. Flash of memories instantly assaulted him..



"I lost my child! Thee only one I ever had! The sorrow is far too great that I had to resort to perverted means just to endure it!"



"Why, why can't I be rid of this pain, must I live with it as long as I live?"

The bartender has met many of people during his human life. Everyone had a story. Some told it, some didn't, some even tried to hide it. Others tried to forget it. Aye, so long as one breathes, they will feel it. A person can go as far as erasing that particular moment , that caused them so much grief, yet the pain will still subside deep within their chest. They may not know what it is, with an forgotten mind, but that hollow feeling, that emotion of a great lost will still be felt. The human bartender in the Broken Goblet would tell you, grief is the hardest emotion to try to endure. There's no cure for it, there's no getting over it. Only time can heal but a scar will remain. Something or someone will always make one remember that deep sorrow.



"Maybe if I keep my mind busy I can forget, maybe I can use magic to help do away the pain?"

The bartender in the Goblet knows just well that feeling. The feeling of loss, the feeling of sorrow. When the emotion was fresh, often he was be seething through his teeth, as if thinking he could replace such the feeling with one of anger. But he would tell you, it doesn't work. Time, time is the only remedy that can help reduce the frequency of experiencing such a pain. And reduce the frequency of it, is thee only thing that will happen. Until the person has reached such a level , they must learn to cope, learn to endure the best, way possible for them.

Some embrace good memories..
“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”

Some choose to linger in the pain..
“Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul.
I find myself searching the crowds for your face I know it’s an impossibility,
but I cannot help myself.”

Some gripped to a point of never letting go..
“Never. We never lose our loved ones.
They accompany us; they don’t disappear from our lives.
We are merely in different rooms.”

Some will dig for any means..
“When someone you love becomes a memory,
that memory becomes a treasure.”

Others refuse to let go of hopes..
“Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart and you’ll never walk alone.”



The bartender of the Broken Goblet, would tell you..

"Every living thing has hope in something, even if they do not know what it is. It's why they still continue to wake up from a slumber. Because a person with no hope at all, no longer has a reason to continue living. So don't say you've given up on hope, when your are still allowing yourself to wake up in the morning. Nor say you given up hope, if yer continue to visit ..
The Goblet."

[selhan]

The City of Judgement..

The Fugue Plane; - a neutral plane within the Astral Sea where the souls of mortals were drawn when they died. The vast majority of this plane was flat, gray, bland and nondescript, with no notable topographical features. The sky overhead was also gray. The plane's only significant feature was the City of Judgment..
The City of Judgment;- a tightly packed metropolis located on the Fugue Plane. It was a colorless and purposefully bland city.
The Wall of the Faithless; - was the wall surrounding the City of Judgment on the Fugue Plane. Those who examined the Wall of the Faithless could see the faces and skulls of the countless souls absorbed into the very fabric of the wall

The talks of banished gods where becoming old. Most had not even seen a God in their avatar forms save but for a few. However what was also the talks of old within the Goblet, was the Wall. Another name for it was the Wall of the Faithless. The Wall consisted of the souls of those judged as the Faithless.



"With all the Gods banished, who's watching that wall?"
"Now your asking the right questions..."
"That Wall must be getting very full."



Faithful souls were obviously not going to their entitled places where their Gods should be. How could they, when theirs no one "Home". Word went around about how Bards try to inspire folks to continue their holding on to hope and faith. But in truth, does it matter? If they die, wont they still go to the Wall? Something needs to be done, and it needs to get done fast. Guess for now, the best thing for people ...is to not die.

[selhan]

The Rowdy Bastard..





Some days within any Tavern, there be a patron far more rough and rowdy then the rest. A real belligerent type who cant see past their own reflexive reactions. The Broken Goblet is use to such sorts, the bartender sees them come and go. He never cared, so long as they paid for a goblet. The typical ones normally gets a good beatin then thrown out only to be allowed back in the following day. After all goblet coins is goblet coins. However this time it was different. For this time...a drunk patron laid a hand on one of the bartenders minstrels. And that minstrel was his money maker as well as a favorite minstrel to the normal patrons within the Goblet.



The bartender put up his bounty notice within the Goblet, but this was the first time he's put up more then one bounty with great emphasis on the second one. After he placed the bounty notice he turned around to glare at every patron with a very calm demeanor.

"The silver masked Amnian tiefer with the grey and black padded leathers goes by the name Captain Klen ....Captain Marvus Klen."


"I want him brought to me within a tenday. Dead is fine, hurt and alive even better."

Patrons present would say the foul angry rowdy patron came in demanding for service and then insulted the minstrel calling her a wench and telling her to be quiet. It wasn't long after, a confrontation took place and the man punched the minstrel name Rose and gave her a blacked eye. The bartender whistled and the door Guards remove the trash out of the goblet.

"Want us to tell the Captain he banned from the Goblet?"

"Oh no no, dont do that. After all, I want him to return again."

*Smiles*

[selhan]

The Good, the Bad, the In-between..






The bartender and patrons of the Broken Goblet would speak of this very day when a paladin had visited the Goblet. Now the bartender could truly claim he has seen everything walk in the Broken Goblet. How did the paladin come to visit the tavern within Roaringshore? By invitation? Curiosity? Or was it a task? In the eyes of the bartender, it did not matter. Only the rules. No fighting within the drinking area, No breaking of furniture, No touching of the barmaids, Any and all is welcomed. He was not going to be held responsible had the lot of pirates, thieves and smugglers or runaways saw fit to bring upon ill intent to the paladin. It was for him to use his eyes to observe the patrons, it was for him to make his adjustment and either be ignored or accepted and avoid conflict if possible. It was not the bartenders responsibility, nor did he care. His brown observant eye's watched the exchange of conversations and reactions as well as facial expressions while he was a work cleaning goblets. What all was said? Only the patrons and the bartender knew that were present. However they would also say, the paladin did manage to leave the tavern without so much as a blemish. But the bartender knew, such the man was uncomfortable just as much as all the other patrons uneasy. Would such a conflict free day happen again if the same or another paladin decided to pay the Goblet a visit? That would solely depend on their attitudes and or the patrons of that day.



Strange how the forces of good and evil were at conflict with each other, yet somewhere, at some point in time, good and evil and share a drink together. Even if it was only fresh water that quenched their thirsts. Conflict..the word is a old as it could possibly be recorded, and even with that, it could be far older still. When disagreements occur, or when believes or interests clash. Sometimes decisions could be a conflict with ones self. To do or not to do. To accept or not accept. The struggle of decisions plagues the world. It is how war bares fruit, it is how loving relationships become severed or how friendships become undone.



Light versus Dark, has been an ongoing thing since the beginning of time. In life there's a thing called balance. The very thing that does not wish to choose sides but tries to bring both sided to harmony. However not everything could be balanced. A man pitted between two women, would not be able to hold balance. On rare occasions it has been done. But very rare indeed. Although sooner or later a man would have to pick a side. Just like how too much of one thing could be bad. Too much of everything can bare its own problems. Nothing will ever be perfect. It can not simply be. If it could, there would be no wars, there would be no conflicts. There's no flawless, without flaws, No light without dark, no good without evil.



So long as people focus strictly on either, they will miss out on what could be right before their very eyes.

"All sorts of fun ta be had out in tha world.... People all look at what's wrong with tha world that they miss it"

She was right, many miss the fun things that is within a reaching grasp because their too focused on the trouble's of the world.

"Where you been?"
"Why miss me?"
"..."
"I didn't misspeak."

"I do like it special"
"Just how special?"
"Like let someone fish around for a diamond."

"When I find him, I will give him two black eye's."
"I will remove his hands"
"He will learn he made a big mistake."
"I will stab him myself if I find him first."

The bartender knew many of the patrons were having a lot of fun. The question however lingered in his mind.."How much longer could I keep this up?"

[selhan]

Dark Patrons



Drow; also known as dark elves, deep elves, night elves, and the Dark Ones among orcs, were a dark-skinned sub-race of elves that predominantly lived in the Underdark. They were hated and feared due to their cruelty, though some non-evil and an even smaller number of good drow existed.

The Underdark; was the vast network of underground caverns and tunnels underneath the surface of Abeir-Toril. It was home to a host of evil beings driven deep into the caverns at the end of the age of demons



Any and all patrons were welcomed to the Broken Goblet. From glorious Paladins to even that of the under dwellers. If they manage to pass through the likes of the lawless Roaringshore, the Broken Goblet will serve drinks. For Goblet coins is Goblet coins. Within the tavern all must follow the rules of the Goblet, no matter the race, creed or religion. Violators of such the rules get put down or put out. After a day of a visiting paladin for a patron, the bartender enters to start another days work only to be met with patrons telling him of a particular drow band that recently visited the Broken Goblet.





Drow's where not new to the bartender, nor were their kind new to the Goblet. Few of them use to frequent before, but that was before the meteors and the silence of Gods and the collapse of the passage within the Troll Claws. However it seems they have found the old passage through the Netherese mines. Such the passage is perilous. The bartender knew of it, he was after all one of the first to ever go through it over a decade ago. Talks continued of the visiting drow band, and it seems they had enjoyed drinks and songs of the surface. Conversations were shared and it became known that the world in what was called the Underdark wasn't spared from the game of Gods. Stories of rocks becoming flesh, and strange creatures spawns and other ill happenings seem to have plague them as well. Interestingly enough some of these drows that came in to the Broken Goblet that day, had met with surfacer's known to them. What their business was remained unknown to many. Only the patrons of the day could tell the tale. As for the Bartender he cared not. So long as all patrons respected the rules of the Goblet and paid coins for drinks it was simply just another active day.



He did manage to meet with one with yellow hair and blue eyes who returned later that night and seem anxious to mingle with the other patrons.

"Do you think the world will remain the same after all this stuff with the Gods are fixed?"


"Nothing as it once was will ever be the same."