THE GOBLET OF ENDLESS WHINE
The ages were wild, dark, and vile. Corruption was rampant in the small southern Brevoy town of Augbrey, though there was an attractive lass who worked at a tavern there for a season before becoming the target of envy of one middling to older mage who had never really hit his stride within the town for some reason or another. He was a little older than middle age, his hair was beginning to grey, he was probably at some point an attractive younger man, (for a human of course), but he was older now.. and that was not so. His breath was bad, to worse than most of the citizens here (Possibly due to reagent consumption), his teeth were crooked (also possibly due to reagent consumption, his frame not as robust and muscular as others even his age, his belly round and soft (you guessed it, possibly due to further reagent consumption).. oh ok ok.. where were we?
Yes yes, Ordred, the mage, attracted to some beautiful tavern maiden, that's where. Yes, the days were dark, not literally dark, but the government was nearly collapsing due to corruption, and there were many rumors of all out civil war ready to take place. The sides were unclear, but all this was spurring the younger townsfolk to want to grow up and be strong, and defend their homes. It was Ordred's wish to marry that young tavern girl though, and be off into the wilderness and settle down. Leave all that wildness to other people to deal with and study magic with his beautiful young wife into his late years and die. Peaceful and alone. One night, after leaving the tavern, nearly completely unnoticed by the attractive wench, he thought of an idea to get her eyes on him. He would present her with a talking goblet, that would compliment her every time she took a drink from it, one that would never run out of wine. It would require a little dedication to get the magic enchantments worked out right, but with patience, and his desire to win the attentions of this beautiful country maiden, he had made this cup.
It took fine silver, some old kingdom imperial silver coins he had saved from a cache in his younger adventuring days were smelted down, and a splash of necromantic magic to bind the spirit of an ingratiating compliment doling court bard to the cup, a bit of conjuration and abjuration magic to keep the limitless wine flowing, and some fine gems enchanted with some well.. enchantment magic to add that extra little layer of beauty to the cup, something to become a centerpiece for someone of such noble elegance as the young and attractive tavern maid. It took most of the end of the winter season to complete the chalice, but all was well with it. Ordred grabbed the chalice and took it to the tavern to present it to her.. fair Malicia, his hearts' burning desire..
Leaving his small home, on the outskirts of town, on that cold winter eve, the snow had just begun falling. His cup was ordered to stay quiet until it was in her presence. Only small conversations had been exchanged between Ordred and 'the cup'. Mostly just making it aware of it's purpose, and also, being informed to give nothing but lovely compliments to the woman it was going to be given to. No discussion about being a spirit of a long deceased court bard, necromantically tied to the cup in a bizarre ritual in the throes of an impassioned mage's laboratory... though the cup was semi intelligent. This was not really the first time Ordred had performed a necromantic ritual, involving spirits of the deceased, but it was ONE of the first times he had.. and he was not experienced nor committed enough in the art of necromancy to fully command a spirit of the dead. It was loyal enough to him though to fulfill his simple and basic request.. for the time being though. About half way between the thick of the town and his home, he heard the sound of many hoofed beasts, and could see the light of torches in the distance. He had the distinct feeling war was about to break out, but NOW? It was so. A small garrison of troops had been sent to Augbrey to put down any militia that had formed, on rumors of possibly rebellion and treason.
Not to be put off from his task, he ran to the bar, to quickly catch a glimpse of the beautiful bar maiden before he himself would surely be put to death. Well at least in his mind. As the troops were lining up along the fortifications, and enemy troops, storming into town arrows were flying, and suddenly a stray arrow knocked the chalice from Ordred's hands. It fell into the frosty muddy street.. and like a knee jerk reaction, Ordred hurriedly ran to the chalice and knelt to pick it up, and a horse stamping through the street, it's rider succumbed to arrows sticking out all over him, kicked the chalice.. which had began talking at this point. The gems which were serving for it's eyes had been knocked from their sockets in all the commotion, it still thinking that it was being delivered to the beautiful maiden, could not see the commotion.. so it began denouncing the woman or what it thought was the woman, "OH VILE THING! You tried being dead for 500 years, and tugged from your sleep to get beaten blind in the streets of some backwater town? You can't thank a man for showing his burning love for you? You can't just tell him you're not interested? I can't even see how ugly you are! You despicable woman you!!" On and on as it was being kicked down the street in the chaos.. A building had caught fire, and suddenly the cup was kicked yet again into the flames.. "AHH!!! What is going on here? Why is it so hot in here now?!" it shouted as it was being mishapen and beaten about as it's delicious wine was sloshing all over the place.
Ordred, having resigned to die here in the streets of his hometown, heard her voice.. fair Malicia.. She was being assaulted by some of the invaders. A young man.. well boy really had jumped on one of the marauders, trying to buy time for her escape. Somewhat driven by that act, Ordred leapt over some debris to get to the commotion. He had cast a hold person spell on the men directly by her, and she ran from them, to her impromptu champion, Ordred. She didn't even know his name, just that he had been oggling over her on nights where he had come in for drinks. "THANK YOU SIR!!", she exclaimed..
"Ordred, please call me Ordred.", he was upset she was so formal with him even now, but tried weakly to cover his disappointment. As they began to make for the edge of town to avoid the combat, the bar maid could tell Ordred was really attracted to her.. She had always wanted to talk to him, but never did. She was shy actually, and always wanted the security of being with an older man.. but she was just too shy. She always thought it was perverse to pursue relations with older men, but just couldn't bring herself to staying in a relationship with younger 'country' folk... they were just too simple minded she thought. She still couldn't bring herself to admit any of this to Ordred, but she knew she had to tell him she had feelings for him. Somehow.. someway.
He had managed to slip away into the edges of the town, and get her to his cottage.. All was well, and they were safe.. but wait!! The cup!! Yes the cup he thought to himself.. "Malicia, that is your name yes?", he asked her.. of course it was but he wanted to start a conversation of some type.. He had to put himself out there for her somehow! This was his chance he told himself.. bravely dashing into a crowd of attackers and saving her from who knows what cruel deeds about to transpire..
"Yes, yes si.. I mean um.. Ordred.", there was a slight hint of timidness on her part. She was trying to hide her fascination with him, but her face was beet red, and she was embarrassed to be around him alone. Well, shy.. perhaps a little relieved too. She liked the look of the small cottage, and there little things she just knew he would have, a few rows of cabbages, a few chickens in the pen.. This was what she craved in a man.. an older man, a little independence from society, but not a total recluse. She kept all this to herself though, not wanting to scare the man into any conclusions.
"Stay here, my.. I mean um, yes, Malicia.", he was not wanting to seem imposing, but it was hard for him to stay so calm.. somehow that town burning down in the distance didn't mean much of anything to him. At all. It was all here.. with her, his gaze could not stay off her, as he slowly departed into the darkness, to get the chalice that he had spent so much time crafting for her. He didn't want to lose it. But he could feel something in the air here. Like it wasn't right to leave her alone either.
"I'll wait here for.. you.. Ordred.. but wait.. can you stay here with me?", she asked kindly. And he thought.. somewhere there in the darkness.. This was really what the chalice was all about anyhow.. To get her attention.. to get her talking.. the cup be damned. It was probably ruined for all he knew. Why not give in to her request.. just for now. And he did.
"Yes, yes you are right. We should be safe within the laboratory.."
The story goes, old Ordred and Malicia were married the next winter, and moved off into the southern reaches of Brevoy having children of their own and raised orphaned children as well, starting an orphanage that has lasted to this day, one of the children raised there being named Ferus, a catfolk who went on to be a powerful Oracle.. but that is another tale altogether. But who cares about that for now..
This story is about the cup.. well, the rest of this story is anyhow..
The next day, after the town was being surveyed for repair, and resettlement, the last member of the ruling family found the goblet in the ruins of a still smoldering building.. Intrigued by it's ability to talk.. he swept away the ashes of the ruin from it and grabbed it.. he exclaimed because it was so hot, it burned his hand, and it spurred more argumentative complaints from the chalice. "OW, you boneheaded dredge! How dare you toss me about like some unwanted spoiled fruit!"
Having been angered by the insults of the cup, the weeping royal ordered his men to take the goblet and cast it in the river.. A soldier took the goblet in hand, and noticed it was still nearly overflowing with wine.. and quickly raised it to his bearded face and took a quick sip of it. Feeling the fuzzy bristles of a man's beard on the brim of himself, the goblet began shouting again.. "I was to be delivered to beautiful young woman, and have her lips kissing all over me forever! And now I've got your hairy maw slobbering all over me! OH let there be mercy! Release me!", it began making spitting incomprehensible noises like it was actually trying to wrestle in whatever way it could to get out of the unkempt guard's hands. The wine itself was delicious.. despite the chatter from the goblet, the guard looked into the cup and noticed the delicious brew was quickly refilling within it. Shocked, but noticing his good fortune, he decided it would be best to take the fancy mug for himself and present it to his wife as a strange gift.. Outside of the view of the remains of the town, he told his men to depart and that he would return after he discarded the goblet. On his way towards his home in the woods, he became intoxicated, listening to verbal abuses doled out ceaselessly by the chalice and laughing loudly. He was beset upon by harpies, who took him and his horse as a quick easy meal.. The harpies thought the thing a sign of some kind and presented it to their harpy hag. She noticed it was a magical item, and over time learned the wine within would replenish after drinking it. Somehow, over time, the cup began teaching the harpies basic common speech, many foul statements, and instilled in the harpies a bitter distrust of humans, especially older ones. One year, after many spent with the harpies, the harpy shaman it was entrusted with decided to take up roost higher in the land, on a mountain side, overlooking the settlements below.. namely a cattle farm. Seeing a giant flying bird woman, and recognizing it from stories, a farmer there shot an arrow at the bird killing it instantly.. He did not notice the chalice in the harpy's talons.. The chalice, screaming as it fell to the earth below, landed in a spring on the side of the mountain.. it's wine forever mingling with the waters of the spring, even the waters are discolored, almost unseemingly so. They call it the bloody spring or Blood Springs due to the lightly red waters running from it. It was lodged beneath a rock, where it remains to this day, constantly complaining, distressed over the cruel fate that has befallen it, though almost no one hears it.
Functionally, this goblet basically talks, has an intelligence of 8, and can solve basic mathematical problems verbally. It has a wisdom of 8 as well, and generally has a depressed and scornful attitude. It replenishes it's supply of wine every 4 rounds. It perceives it's situation as one of abandonment from it's creator, the haunting soul within it, was a court bard tasked with complimenting the guests who came to an old King's court. It does sing some of it's older songs upon request, but usually after complaining about being asked to do so. It could be reasoned with, and calmed on a temporary basis (perhaps daily, maybe longer depending on the recent treatment of the goblet) on a successful diplomacy or other speech related skill checks of DC20 or higher. This is all dependent on DM discretion, this can be adjusted in any way the DM chooses, of course. The power of the enchantments on the cup were partly intertwined with the mage's life energy.. he had yet to do his life's great work, and it is thought that perhaps a small part of the mage's life essence helps reinforce the strength of the magical properties of the item.