The Broken Goblet

[selhan]

Puppet Masters



The Broken Goblet

When pirates and lawless folk come to brawl and carouse, their first thought is to roll into the Goblet swords drawn, and swagger as they promenade along the raised entry dais and down toward the bar. It's the place to be seen and the place to be killed in, if the body count of the last few years is any indication. Don't go here unless you're very good with a blade, alert, have a lot of well-armed friends with you, and are protected against poisons.

In a time span of two days, the bartender has seen the likes of Paladins, blonde headed drows, and something small he couldn't even remember other than it worse glasses and looked like it was going to piss in his boots. But then, that was until some witch of sort walks in down the dais.

"Greetings puppets."


"And here I thought Ash was creepy.."
"Your strings are missing, I pull strings .. I play with strings .. a keeper and watcher of strings"
"Sounds ...lewd..maybe..?"
"Everything is lewd to ya Sel."
"I'm the most proper gent around here"
"No one believes that Sel. Even the ones who don't know you."
"The Lord of the Dead watches mine"
"Lord of the Dead eh? Well then...I got a question for you lady, happen to know where he at? Seems like he neglecting a very particular Wall.."
"In all fairness, he doesn't have much of a choice at the moment, since trying to return without finding and returning the Tablets would only result in the same fate as Mystra."



Patrons may have seen the bartender rubbing his face trying to compose himself while saying..
"My night ain't even begun yet."

But the bartender didn't outright dismiss the lady of strings. He'd be a fool too. The strange woman claimed by following the strings, she came upon the Broken Goblet. Someone may consider the reference of strings as merely a reference to a rumor. However, it can also very well refer to peoples lives.

[selhan]

Severance



Severance; the action of ending a connection or relationship the state of being separated or cut off.



The bartender took advantage of the slow hours of the night, to clean the floor behind the bar. Separating the dirt and grim from the floor so that he wouldn't slip while working behind the bar. Separating...the very word suddenly made him flinch. When someone makes reference of being singled out from the others, often times that's a good thing. It makes one feel unique or even special. But in other cases, separation refers to being torn apart, or ripped away from something or someone very dear. Its followed by a pain you cant squeeze, nor brace yourself for. A throbbing pulsing pain within the heart you cant numb, for it feels like a continuing endless shattering of the heart. The only option is to endure. In the world of love, people experience that sort of pain and hate it.



It commonly starts out from a moment of passion, a moment of bliss. Two people become entwined from an impulse uncontrollable. Lost in a moment or moments of physical desires, they often become blinded of thoughts, and lose themselves by the shroud of desirable emotions. However the pleasure of love lasts but a moment. The pain of love can last a lifetime.



When the pleasures go beyond the desires, the emotions of happiness follows. People tend to get strange at this moment, willing to change themselves from whom they once were. Willing to make adaptations to be fitting with their so called loved ones. The sun often feels much warmer to them, with the sense of comfort. Smiles seem never ending. And the belief to be able to feel such away becomes the thing of wishes and hopes. Couples tend to feel such the enjoyment, such the happiness will last forever until the end of time.



One day a you will remember the person and how much they loved you, then you're going to hate yourself for letting them go.

"I gave them my heart, I just didn’t expect to get it back in pieces."
"Only time can heal your broken heart. Just as only time can heal a broken arm or a leg."

"What happened? I don't understand, I thought we were in love."
"Love is like a tree, it must be tended too with care, its water, its sun light. Only then will it thrive and outlast your very life."


"Fail and neglect to do that, and it will wither and die."

[selhan]

((OOC))

Just a reminder I think that needed to be put out there -

AS per DM Ruling -
My PC is ONLY the hired playable bartender of the Broken Goblet Tavern. I do not own the Broken Goblet, nor do I run Roaringshore. Sel is simply one of the playable bartenders. I as the player, simply provide interactions from a bartender in a Centralized area with CN and CE alignment. Roaringshore is filled with Pirates! viewtopic.php?p=227460#p227460
The Broken Goblet welcomes and takes in any and all patrons. A paladin wants to meet with a necromancer and sit down and have drinks so be it, although the paladin may not feel comfortable. If your sitting down at the bar and a ilithid suddenly sits down next to you and orders a drink, your free to act uncomfortable or even threatening but remember..the Goblet welcomes all and wont deny any race, creed, religion so long as you follow the rules of the Goblet.

The Goblet is owned by NPC's, and Roaringshore is owned by NPC's, I wont be responsible if your walking about Too Shiny and Goodie and something happens to you outside the tavern, nor will I be responsible if your going about Too Evil and something happens to you outside the tavern. Sel is simply a bartender who works at the Broken Goblet and wont give a care who gets punched in the face, beaten up, mugged, or killed so long as it don't happens in the Goblet. And even at that, he would simply mop up the mess but I would also have a DM to answer too.

Roaringshore is run by NPC's the High Captains. Its much like the City of Baldur's they have their Dukes, Roaringshore has its High Captains. viewtopic.php?p=242863#p242863 Although there is some Roaringshore based player factions. Get with them in regards to Roaringshore's rp.

Baldur's has the Elfsong, Soubar has Megs, Sshamath has the Gloura's Wings, and Roaringshore has the Goblet.

Godmodding is a violation.
You only speak for your character's actions, not anyone else's. Do not "godmod" other peoples' characters or NPCs, or dictate their actions without the consent of the character's player or the DM(s) stewarding the NPCs. NPCs are not soulless entities to be disregarded when a DM is not present. Treat them as if they are able to react to your actions regardless if someone is behind the wheel or not. As a general rule of thumb, assume that one NPC represents 10 of them being nearby, and that your character is always outmatched power wise.

If Sel signals the guards in the goblet to throw you out, please rp with it accordingly. I rather not have to do it myself and get into a bunch of OOC drama, I as a player have very little patience to that.

Im not making any form of complaints. I just felt I needed to remind people so that any rp within the Goblet remains wholesome. I have spent a constant dedication of bartending service for a period of 2-3 months making an inactive tavern active. Please respect my time, energy and commitment as a fellow community member. I do this not for me but for the server. Its a way to get IC rumors, messages etc passed around without *Gasp* "OMG WHAT WERE YOU DOING TALKING TO THAT EVIL PERSON IN THE RADIANT HEARTS BACKYARD?!" sort of thing. Visiting the Goblet does not mean its necessary to hold conversations with the bartender either. If I'm there, then I make myself available if you wish to rp, conversate or trying to learn the word on the roads. Likewise the dedicated minstrels that are there commit themselves to provide the music and a traveling bards rp as well.

[selhan]

Barkeeper's



Bartenders are often grouped into one category. Particularly when it comes to providing tools for bartenders, all of these professionals of differing skill levels and interests are generally addressed as one. The reality is, there are at least five different types of bartender, maybe more. It ultimately boils down to the type of bar they are working behind, is it a stand alone bar? A pub? Are you the resident barman in a trendy restaurant or wine bar? Where the bartender works and how they work define what type of bartender they are and therefore the type of tools they need at their disposal…

The Publican

The publican is the bartender that, you guessed it, works in a pub. The pub is where most of us bartenders start our careers. Learning how to pull pints, glasses of wine and the occasional spirit – but mainly serving a lot of prepackaged and ready to go drinks, such as bottles of beer and cider. The pub is a local and friendly place, often you will have the same faces coming in and out – with a few travelers popping up along the way. Whoever graces your doorstep, the way of the publican is generally the same. A pub bartender will have ‘good chat’, in other words, they are generally quite the conversationalist; a friendly face who is ready to serve you anything. Naturally this bartender is about getting you what you want with no messing about.

The Hot Bartender

Usually the top earner at his or her establishment, the hot bartender trades on a winning smile and good looks and a lot of charm to earn big bucks from patrons. You just have to look better than the other that slinging drinks with you. Good personality goes a long way to making you more attractive, especially when you’re hanging around drunk people.

Cocktail bartender or Mixologist

Are those that take the profession of bartending most seriously. Treating every drink like a chef treats a dish, the cocktail bartender will take their time with your drink, giving it a more hand crafted feel. The service typically tends to be of a higher class, generally involving a light chat and a fair amount of elaboration in the drinks making process and a small amount of craft flair to demonstrate skill and capability.

The Flair Bartender

The flair bartender is very similar to the cocktail bartender and can often be one in the same. This bar is all about bravado, they may have people dancing on tables, promoters out the front to drag in revelers and holiday makers, the class and style of this bar can vary hugely depending usually on where it is.

The Bouncer

Bouncer bartenders are the order keepers of the bar. They usually started out on the door or working security and earned their spot as a bartender by exhibiting some good people skills or quick thinking. Bouncer bartenders command respect and help ensure everyone has a good time without getting out of hand.

The Broken Goblet tender'

The Goblets bartender however, tends to have a little bit of all traits. Not fearing to think out the box, stern in following orders and instructions, all the while trying to keep his work area, just the way it was meant to be. And often times a doing a bit more while keeping a smile if someone hasn't pissed him off of course. And he always serves a drink in a goblet.

"Welcome to the Broken Goblet, what's yer poison?"

[selhan]

Rumors of the Goblet

THE PROSPECT:
There are constant rumors that the staff and ownership of the Goblet are not human and consist of beings far more deadly than the doppleganger wenches. Most folk believe that some fell power runs the tavern. Its wardings are certainly strong, and spells have been deflected from them that hurled back or slew large mercenary attacking forces sent to cleanse or raid Roaringshore. (Those bearing a ward token can cast spells within the tavern.) The truth, according to one Harper, is that illithids rule this tavern and use their powers to gather information about the illicit doings of the Sword Coast from the guests who come here.

A tavern isn't a tavern without its mysteries. All taverns have a story. The Broken Goblet has its own. Taverns are often more than a establishment where alcoholic beverages are sold to be drunk on the premises or ...

From gathering information..


To spreading of word..


To conducting business..


To teachings of history and lore..


Or drinking till you pass out onto the floor...


Every tavern is all and one the same, yet there is always something that separates them from each other. Most times what separates them is openly obvious in plain view. Other times, what separates them are but a mystery. Some mystery however is far to much of a risk to probe an pry. Somethings are best left unknown.

[selhan]

Crossing Boundaries





Passion is the energy that keeps us going, that keeps us filled with meaning, and happiness, and excitement, and anticipation. Passion is a powerful force in accomplishing anything you set your mind to, and in experiencing work and life to the fullest extent possible. Ultimately, passion is the driving force behind success and happiness that allows us all to live better lives. Passion is energy. That power that comes from focusing on what excites you. And when passion is mixed with intimacy its can cause you to surpass limits, it can cause you to break barriers or even cross boundaries. You cannot let someone burn you up, yet nor can you resist them. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed. Some celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fiber of their very being.

"Looking for more work already?"
"My blood is up."
*Then do something about it.*



Desire is a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen. Often times people desire for power, independence, acceptance, honor, idealism, family, status, vengeance, romance, and tranquility. Such desires can drive our everyday actions and make us who we are. To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

"What, never had an audience before?"
*Dare me.*



Intimacy means a close familiarity or friendship, a sense of closeness. An intimate relationship is an interpersonal relationship that involves physical or emotional intimacy. Although intimacy is something many of us long for, not all of us find or experience it in our relationships. This is because intimacy involves being vulnerable, taking emotional risks and working through the fear of allowing another person to see you as you truly are.

"You'd better not waste my time."
"Elves taught me endurance."
"I hear a lot of bragging."
*She just doesn't know.*



Hunger can also cause a strong desire or craving. The need to feasts or devour until ones satisfied. The ravishing wanting equal to quenching a thirst. Hunger is to be ravenousness, the more you hunger the more you lose control and fall deeply into the craving. The belly is an ungrateful wretch, it never remembers past favors, it always wants more. Imagine you're starving, and someone puts a huge buffet in front of you. There's delicious, mouth-watering food all around you, and it's really really hard not to eat it all.

The bartender of the Broken Goblet would say..

"When you mix the elements of passion, desire, intimacy and hunger in a goblet like a cocktail, you cross a boundary that you should not. Because you make such a drink a forbidden one. However, at the same time there is a charm about the forbidden drink that makes it unspeakably desirable."

[selhan]

Better Remembered, Better Forgotten



Beregost; it's 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.



It began as a farming village under the protection of a school of wizardry, Beregost is now dominated by the Song of the Morning, a major temple to Lathander. The mage Ulcaster, a conjurer of note, founded his school over 300 years ago, but grew too successful, attracting would-be wizards from all over the Sword Coast. Calishite mages came to fear the school’s power and destroyed it in spell battle, though Ulcaster himself disappeared during the fray and was never found. The school burned to an empty shell, which still stands on a hill east of the town. Travelers would see such the place as calm and humbled and met mostly with friendly greeting. Much like today when the bartender of the Broken Goblet had to pick up some supplies and pass through, the sound of songs delayed him for the lyrics drew him, after all, songs often told a tale..

"You know that it would make me more than sad
My hearth and home's been everythin' I've ever had
Oh, and I have moved, and I've kept on moving
Proved the points that've needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losing
And found others on the way..."

"Well played."
"Thank's.."
"Is it safe to travel to Neshkel? Been hearing alot of odd things"
"Big mess down that way with a gaggle of necromancers or some such in the last couple days, I mean I think it's all cleared up now, but you never bloody well these days, do you?"
"Thank you for the word, and the song."
"Do be careful on the road, yeah?"



The bartender couldn't help to realize how much times have changed, for even places like Beregost had it's darker moments..

Mirtul 1356 DR
*Twin tips of daggers suddenly pressed firmly against his flesh, one against his back, the other against the side of his neck.* "Well look who's decided to finally return." *The tone was seductively harsh, the man knew a wrong move, a wrong reply and those daggers would pierce without remorse. However recognizing the voice, he also knew the welder of those daggers.* "And here I had thought you've forgotten all about me." *He replied with a daring mocking tone.* "How can I? Your the only one that ever slipped away. Although, I don't think you will be able to this time." *The daggers pressed a little more to keep the man reminded of his situation.* "Ahh, you missed me was it? How lovely romantic." *He replied in a another mocking tone.* "Is this how you treat all your men even after they save your life twice?" *His words were a memory of their own. Gambling with his life on the line, he took the risk and suddenly closed his eyes expecting the worse. After a few heartbeats, the daggers removed from his back and neck slowly being sheathed away.* "The Inn..get a room."



The travel back to the Gate was uneventful, however that was until he was nearly reaching the city doors. Disappointed that he couldn't assist someone properly at the time, given that his visit to the Gate was to be a short one. However talks were left open for future continuance. The thought occurred to him, at the least there's still some bit of hope with proper people. He watched intently at her very movements and gestures. From the coin toss for appreciation to the preferred drink that was offered. Indeed, perhaps there's still hope for better change. Perhaps..

"Sel was it? Apologies for chasing you down the road. . ."
"Yes?"
"I went to your tavern a bit earlier. . . Seeking clarity on a rumor I've heard. . . Could I walk with you?"
"Of course, Elf Song perhaps?"
"Does the name Polvich mean anything to you, or the Seven Sons?"
"Polvich? ...I've heard the name often from past to even present, not quite a good thing."



ELFSONG TAVERN
This tavern is the local watering hole, meeting place, and hiring fair for adventurers. A popular destination for pirates and outlaws on the loose in the Coast lands, it is a place the watch turns a blind eye toward, unless rowdiness and battle erupt. Those wishing to fence stolen goods, hire unusual folk for unrespectable tasks, and hear tall tales of daring adventure often come here and stay late. "Lady" Alyth Elendara, bought the place for 50,000 gp from an aging warrior who placed only one condition on the sale: that he be allowed to sit in the tavern all the night hours so that he could hear the haunting song as often as he desired. The bargain was met - although the old man has since died. No one is sure just who the elven singer is, although it's clear she's singing a lament for a lover lost at sea - or how the haunting came to be. Long ago, it was the tavern most frequented. Travelers use to seek work or gossips, much like the Broken Goblet does so now. In fact, it was where the bartender of the Broken Goblet got his first job.

Mirtul 1348 DR
*The note was slipped, the face looked cute nearly as if the person was a young child. Yet he knew, she might have been the most dangerous person he's ever met and the meanest bitch the city had ever had.* "Yer gots three days boy." *The tone sounded kiddish but sinister all the same. Everything he needed to know was in the note that he quickly crumbled in his pocket. Yet curiosity got the best of him and he dared ask a question.* "And if I don't get it done in three?" *The cute face suddenly wasn't cute at all, as if a sudden dismissive spell removed an illusion that covered the evil beneath.* "Then I will remove three parts of yer body startin with your ear's." *The reply was cold, he even started to wonder how could such a thing be so tainted in such the way.* "Understood."



To be in debt is one of the most dangerous of things one could put themselves in. Not always will someone forget a debt owed. Sometimes decades could pass, and yet someone could still remember. A loaned weapon, a barrow boots, coinage or even a promise or even a single deed. A person would be a fool to think everybody easily forgets. Just because they don't mention it, does not mean it was forgotten. Somethings are simply better left unsaid.

[selhan]

Revelations



The tavern wasn't as busy as it normally was. The bartender finally had time to prepare for the coming days, were the Goblet would reach its full amount of patrons. He was wiping the blown glass of goblets while lost in thought. Thinking of a recent conversation he had with someone two days prior.

"It seems mages gathered right at the borders with Amn, Nashkel and such. Well, it seems they started to summon undead, opening portals of such, hailing Bane."

"Bane?..."

Bane was the Faerunian god of tyrannical oppression, terror, and hate, known across Faerûn as the face of pure evil through malevolent despotism. From his dread plane of Banehold, the Black Hand acted indirectly through worshipers and other agents to achieve his ultimate plan to achieve total domination of all Faerun. When summoned, Bane had a dark and rather shadowy appearance with a resemblance of dark armor and his tell-tale jeweled, dark gauntlet. He emanated an aura of vast power and cruel intelligence.



1348 DR
The old temple stood alone eerie and dark in the Sharptooth woods. An imp was nearly always present outside its gate offering perverted work to collect Minitour horns and Hill giant dung. Such a temple gave off the obvious reasons to avoid it and pretend it was not there.



"What shall I do with these two Master?"

"Do what you were trained to do. With all three."

"Very well Master...huh?..three?"

*The sounds of weapons being drawn echoed in the temple, while bodies started to take up defensive positions, all but three. Two of the three outsiders were females, hooded and bound and soon to be sacrificed to a god. That was until, they had an unwanted third visitor.*

"He's HERE!" *The Blackguard snarl's as his nostrils flared.*

*A robed figure raises his staff and scanned the room.* "HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!!"

"Sniff him out! And remember, the branding iron is behind the Alter!" *A mace banged against a shield taunting for the unseen trespasser.*




"You came to die human?"
"I can see you, none can escapes Bane's gaze."

Some people claimed to have seen gods. More often than naught they seen only the ones they worship and give devotions and or sacrifices too. But if they see one that is not of their own, and it asks if they came to die, what would they do? Would they attempt to fight? Would they call for their own god for protection? Would they stand bold and spit curses and blasphemy? Or would they attempt to run? The bartender had has his experiences. He would tell you, running wont work for he has tried that very thing, only to be suddenly standing before the very god he attempted to get away from. While wiping the last goblet, rubbing away the last water spot, he whispers to himself..

"You keep talking your arse off until you find an opportunity..."




"Your still my brother Sel.."

"Are we really?...."

[selhan]

Rising of another Sun





The sun was rising, it's light cascades through the tavern door when it opened. Filled in the tavern were the common patrons, of pirates, thieves and smugglers and other lawless or filth that had caroused all through the night. The bartender stepped in with his commonly sly grin and it widen upon seeing goblets near empty. They were soon to sleep. The Broken Goblet has become much more than a simple tavern. Some come by to spread the word of trades and make connections with other merchants.



Others like to come to share the latest of rumors or hear the latest words on the roads. Intrigue is always the thing that can make a person too curious for their own good. And the Goblet lets a good hefty share of it.



"Anyway, you heard of those... Banite mages at the limiter of Nashkel?
...it seems they were not entirely...."

However patrons would say the bartender likes songs far more than anything.



"....Leaver her, Johnny, leave her. Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her...
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow, and it's time for us to leave her...
Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high. Leave her, Johnny, leave her...
She shipped it green and none went by and it's time for us to leave her..."



"...Out to the sea, I cry my heart
Into the wind, I weep my sorrows
Below this soil, I lay my thoughts
Under the waves, I drown my grief
Out to the sea, you cry your heart
Into the wind, you weep your sorrows
Below this soil, we lay our thoughts
Under the waves, we drown our grief, our grief. . ."

This morning, the bartender would head for the Sword Arms Inn. Patrons who might have seen him, would say he looked a lot more tired then then usual.
He would not wake up till the coming sunset...

[selhan]

Knowledge is Power



The term "quiet before a storm" often means there's a long calm or silence before something immensely disastrous happens. An now even more so, the weeks has been considered very quiet. But why? For the ones superstitious, their more than likely bracing themselves for a disaster soon to come! They gather and prepare by seeking knowledge of the "what is", and feel the sense of duty to undo the serious problems that were set in motion, or presume such as they may think...



Others may use the quietness to plot a means for their gains or even some advantage of the storm to come! Ambition is like greed which is considered the sin in every hearts. Often it can be said that a man’s worth is no greater than the worth of his ambitions! Some would say ambition is the path to success while persistence is the vessel you arrive in! The bartender of the Broken Goblet likes to say that the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.....



Ignorant ones, merely allow fear to overwhelm them and put them in a state of pitiful panic. Yet when someone does fear something, it is often because it is something they are ignorant of. A man who is not familiar with snakes, would cower and either be rid of it or simply avoid it all together. Much like why a child would attempt to play with a snake, because the child wouldn't know it can be dangerous. Ignorance are often the cause of regrets and regrets will spin a fool into an abyss of despair. When protesters cry with petitions to be rid of mages, it is because they are simply ignorant! Talks of such protesters travel from the city of Baldur's all the way down to Amn. It is a common sentence that knowledge is power, but who! I ask? Hath duly considered or set forth the power of ignorance? Hmmm???!!! Knowledge slowly builds up what ignorance in an hour... pulls down!



Beware of false knowledge! For it is more dangerous than ignorance! How easy it is for so many of us today to be undoubtedly full of information yet fully deprived of accurate information! Rather than swallowing our pride and simply asking what we do not know, we choose to fill in the blanks ourselves and later become humbled. Such false knowledge can be very harmful, it can even take lives...



The Broken Goblet,.. a tavern where pirates and lawless folk come to brawl and carouse, had at one point during the year of the Time of Troubles in 1358 DR, a bartender, who would say....



“The mind is guarded by its defense system... and that system is knowledge and knowledge ...”

"..Is also powah!"

[selhan]

Preparations



"When you two are not sucking each other faces and stayin out of trouble, head over to the Lucky Coin or that tavern in Greenest and pick up a lot of food! I feelin generous enough to provide food for the patrons tomorrow."

"Fine , fine"



The weeks end has arrived. The bartender felt the generosity to have food purchase to feed the bellies of the patrons. Was it because the barkeeper was in a good mood? Or was he expecting visitors? Or was it a celebration? None would know from the Bartender unless he spoke it. He was often known to simply share the good word on the road, and quite blunt if he didn't wish to share anything rather then simply lying. For he feared nothing if someone knew that he knew something. If he didn't want to tell a person something , he'd simply say so.



However, besides the demand of frequent patrons to bring food, confirmation to a word was made this day. It seems sipping from goblets and putting together thinking minds has birthed the fruit of knowledge.

"So, imposters they were was it?"
"As I suspected, and confirmed."
"I so like getting the word."
*Grins*

((Headin to work, will have the next two days off for RP RP! The bartender should be in most of them days!))

[selhan]

Messengers..



The sounds of shuffling cards echo within the drinking area. Brown eyes glances to the where the shuffling noise came from. A hooded figure, hands slender, feminine. Some patrons never came up to the bar. Nor will they be insisted too. If a patron wanted to be isolated, they were left along by the bartender. He knew how to respect ones privacy.



The fluttering of cards like wings flapping seemed almost ominous. Patrons minds must have been wondering the very same thought about the hooded woman. Witch? Fortune teller? Oracle? Curiosity was surely present, but the bartender knew better. However another patron couldn’t help himself. The strum of song, the bold approach, conversations engaged. But not at the bar.

At the bar, other patrons needed attending too. Ones eager for a goblet. Couriers and messenger’s had one job. To deliver a message, or a package. Many of them have different means or styles to do such. Some deliver them directly, others deliver them with subtlety, and sometimes, violently. Sometimes they come in the form of a note. The reason for notes varies. Some people are not good with conversations, some avoid conversations. Other times, they rather avoid a risk or simply, they just didn’t have the chance to talk with whom they needed to talk with.



The sounds of shuffling continued periodically, each time it felt as if a prophecy was about to be made. Or was it to simply occupy time until a message was given. The bartender in the Broken Goblet himself never minded passing along messages. He would even go to great lengths and beyond to see it through. Even ..to the very depths of the world he walks upon.



After all, getting the word around was part of what the Goblet did...

[selhan]

A Busy Goblet..!!



The end of the week came, and after a long trek with an orc blood, the bartender gathered all the recent supplies of drinks and set them behind the bar. Wiping the bar top clean as well as goblets followed. He had gotten his first patrons of the evening. Stories and words to tell, intriguing as it was, it wasn’t long until more patrons arrived.

The green haired druid with talks of threats to his most precious lands. Frustration expressed, swigs of the goblet taken. It wasn’t until the end of his night, did his face grow softer with somber.



The desolation old man with talks of loss of men and brother’s alike. Demons to blame, anger expressed, but isolation was felt. How does one get back a family lost to even include a home.



The Boss, other known as Miss Jackie or Miss, who wasn’t wearing her normal comfort robes, had recently returned with her business, not seen since the fall of the meteors. She first greeted everyone before one by one catching up with all the staff, starting with the bartender.



Reports given, inquires made their discussion was of their own. It would be said of the patrons that day, that one of the barmaids ran out the office with flooding tears in her eyes and she left the Goblet. Captain Pike only exhaled a few times but wouldn’t speak of his meeting with the Boss either. Patrons around with curious minds wondered if the owner was really that scary enough to change the air in the tavern to one with tension. Captain Pike and the Bartender would simply answer ..Very scary.



The stuff of tease and chastise was also present this day within the tavern. When the bartender ever refers to someone as being “Cheeky”, a smart arse is what he means. Frequent patrons would mention how the bartender seems to have a dislike for such traits. But does he truly? Perhaps its amusing to him? Only he would know, for he never admits much. Some traits are more interesting than others. But he surely seems to get the blunt end of chastising. Or was it pushing his limits to reveal the core of the fruit?



However, not only was the day filled with frustration, hatred and tensions, sadness was also present along with a lot of misunderstanding. But when it comes to the bartender, understanding something is about the most curious thing for him to do. A troubled mind? A troubled heart? Or was it a form of curse all together.? Was it pity that drives him sometimes for his actions that make him seem more understanding than others? Or was it something else entirely? What ever it was, cold tears fell this day.



There was also celebration within the Goblet. A new staff a new bruiser a new hired hand. Once a frequent patron now an official bruiser, task to be rid of any an all that would break the rules of the Broken Goblet. A mistake waiting to happen? Or the enforcer that was needed? Patrons would spread the word the new bruiser loves bruising and he was bloody big.




A new face arrived, familiar to the Druid, unfamiliar to the Goblet. Friendly was her demeanor, innocent her movement’s until she did one thing not uncommon in the Goblet, she punched a man in square in the face for attempting to sweep her off her feet and carry her off. But that wasn’t all. She also did the one thing that was never done before…....
...She broke a Goblet..
…The Broken Goblet with it’s anti magic wards as well as directing any arrows or projectiles to only fly up and lodge themselves in the ceiling, were in placed to protect the one thing most cherished, the goblets made of blown glass.



What was far worse than such the situation of a broken goblet, was that the arrival of thee Broken Goblets owner had returned that day, and she even witnessed the goblet shattering. All the current staff did well to hold their composer in fear of the owners anger. However the bartender had a much harder time keeping his composer, he didn’t need to see the owners wrath to learn how dangerous she was. He knew. He’s met many of people throughout his life, that he knew very well the silent brutality a person can hide within a caring smile. Thankfully a friend, a patron whos made the Goblet their home always put in the efforts to help around and make sure things were smooth. Even helped in the service of some mundane healing. It was always known that frequent patrons to a tavern soon consider it a second home. And some will even defend it with their very lives.



After the Boss left, the green haired druid did the one thing needed to vanquish the tension in the air. That was replace it with the sound of songs. And Songs he played while patrons danced away.



And danced...



And danced more..



As the night went on, and patrons soon grew tired, the warrior woman known to the Goblet spoke words of lore and culture. Seeing the folks around basking in their goblets, she thought to remember all of the fallen, the fallen that would never be able to make their presence in the Broken Goblet tavern or any tavern for that matter.







Toasts where made, drinks lined up and taken one after the other. For the fallen, for the ones soon to fall, the crimson haired man surely drank them all.



Later on that night after most the patrons left the tavern, the bartender left for the Swordarm Inn. A long bath was needed, for it was such the busy day of a near straight ten hours of work. He carried only a bottle of his most favorite drink and a change of clothes...and it was only the first half of the weeks end.

((Big Thanks to all the players that come around to Rp and the ones that dont come around due to RP. Much appreciated sincerely. From a simple drink to the spreading of IC rumor's, everybody does a part to help keep the server going in one form or another. Big Thank you to DM Winter for playing Miss Jackie and help keeping the theme going. Big Thanks to DM Sparty for popping in daily and throwing out the spread of rumors and plots. Thanks DM Ink for his appearance in keeping up the theme of the environment. The Goblet belongs to the Server just as much as other lore established places. I urge players to use them! If your interested simple look up the lore, and if its fitting to your RP then poke the Dms' nothing wrong with asking. Bring life to area's that seem dead. Take the small steps one at a time. If you got the skills to build your own then that's great. If you lack the skills or the connections, then there's nothing wrong to work in a place already existing. A barmaid of the FAI, a farmer in Beregost, a bartender in the Elfsong, a cook or inn keeper, there's places everywhere. Some dedication is better then none. New players need pointers and directions. Get creative! ))

[selhan]

Defenders, Guardians, Protectors.





"..they want to blaze twenty miles of trails, displacing and killing animals....I have given them an alternative that isn't destructive yet they refuse to take..!"

"Seems to me it's a foolish thing to get upset about.. Given you use a row boat to disembark when you don't have a harbor to actually dock at. Rather than run your ship aground."

". . . you . . . just made my point."



Guardians..they are a defender, a protector, or even keepers of something or even someone. These are aplenty in our world of Toril. Temples, religions, secret or even sacred knowledge, they all need a Guardian. Even the forests. Everyone has their own outlook when viewing something. Some see a forest as dangerous or even creepy. Others see the forest as simply something in the way. However to some others, its a home, or even just as sacred as a temple. Or even a goblet made of blown glass. Some may look at the goblets made of glass that rests upon a stem made of gold or silver or even platinum with carved artistic designs as a mere cup for a drink. To the someone else, such as the owner of the Broken Goblet tavern, they are her most valuable things. They are what separates this tavern from the others, a signature one can all it. And they are to be cherished, so much that anti magic wards were in place to prevent a drunken mage from shooting a wild spell. The bartender saw the patrons expression while he defending his argument with passion. Such the expression people would go to war for, or even die for.



"Your mask is far more malicious than my own...!"

"And yet you are the one who never bares his face!"

"And once again, you speak in ignorance, failing to understand the meaning of the mask...!"

"If you have further words I shall be outside!"



When people are given something to be responsible for, its common that they become overly protective of it. They cherish it so much and for so long, the natural feeling that what they protect belongs to them. And when someone happens to come by and pull the rug from under their feet and inform they that what they thought was there is not. The results can become very disturbing if not deadly. When one puts in so much time, effort and even sweat and blood, there is that feeling that they had given a part of themselves into that something, a part of their life. And like any wild wolf, bear, or anything that does not consider themselves prey, will defend and fight tooth and nail for what they feel belongs to them, even it if means their last breath.

"I do recall a saying about 'hell hath no fury', though I do wonder what a woman FROM hell would have to say about that..."

"Just waiting on the right man to carry you away."

"'Ha!'. You won't find such a man here..."

"Aye it be seemin the women swipe up the men in here!.." *laughs*

He laughed, putting on the show to the patrons with the smell of ale upon their lips. But the bartender knew, knew the incomplete phrase by one of the patrons. Yes, indeed.."hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." When someone feels what belongs to them was taken or even stolen. There's no fury as such as a woman who's lost a lover because of another woman. The bartender knew that very well. After all it was one of the reasons he almost died.



"If your going to try to take something or someone from something or someone, best to make sure they are not too attached. Or make sure your more the Slippery Bastard than I am."

Else where..
*It was hidden, far far away. The meaning too sentimental, it brought forth far too many memories. It will stay hidden until people forget, even if blood has to spill to keep it safe.*

[selhan]

Word of the Ham..burglar.



"......There was to much bustle to capture the Ham-burglar."

"Ham..burglar?"

"... Food thief, I believe she means..."

"Ham Burglar. A greasy man who had been slipping poisoned food into places he broke into."

"Let me guess, some hefty fellow wearing robes? Slinging Gravy at people? It's what I heard when I was at the Gate."

"I know I sound crazy, but it happened..Also yes. Old looking greasy and chunky. Like he was smuggling large overripe fruit under his skin."

"Just where did this ..greasy fellow pass out food?"

"Sel, I ran into a creep down by the Friendly Arm trying to sell me sweet meats. "

"Palace district, East Gate. Maybe the harbor? Lord Vale's estate was ravaged by his meat monstrosity."




"....."