Budge
06-24-2009, 05:44 PM
(Any Alliance is allowed to partake in this. Get your toon drunk and join in! Go easy on me, this is my first attempt at an RP. I will usually respond on weekdays, but during the weekends my wife and I either play WoW or hang out with family. You are hereby warned :cool:)
Within the drafty confines of the Pig and Whistle tavern hushed voices wafted on the stale brewed air as patrons enjoyed the company of friends, family, comrades or simply perhaps the drafted brew that they coddled. A few musicians filled in the gaps of the mumbling orchestra with light melodic notes that were typical of most establishments of this caliber. To add to the ambiance, clinking glass mugs and creaking wood from chairs and the floorboards only completed the resonance that made this tavern what it was. The flickering lights and deep shadows cast by the stairs on either side of the tavern made this a perfect place for seedier individuals to conduct business out of the public eye.
That was not the reason that Budge Geargrind was here today, nor was the small diminutive Gnome paying any attention to the local scene and sound about him. He had his small fingers of both of his hands wrapped around a pint of ale. He set the brew down, a frothy foam framing his pink lips. His eyes appeared glazed and a small hiccup escaped him, precluding a small belch. With a wipe of his sleeve, his alcoholic disguise vanished from his face.
The Gnome wore simple enough clothes; a sweat stained tunic covered by a crusty piece of leather. He wore a pair of goggles that were currently positioned above his eyes. He smelled of salt, oil and spirits. In Gnome terms he was pleasant enough on the eyes with sharp blue eyes and a clean shaven crown.
One seasoned veteran who had quite enough to drink stumbled over to Budge’s table and slapped three gold coins on the table. Budge peered over the rim of his glass.
“Sir Budge; noblemen of the destitute, savior of the oppressed and hero of orphans, we are in need of another one of your epic tales of glory. Indulge us will you?” A couple of lighthearted anticipatory chuckles rose from behind the man. Budge often told entertaining tales to those wanting to hear about heroism and glory. No one took him seriously and assumed they all had to be false; for who could believe that such a lush had once been capable of such amazing feats like the stories he told?
No one.
Exceptions to this occasionally came up to Budge afterwards only to leave him with more questions than they had brought to him to answer. Still, the stories were a cheap form of entertainment, and it often lifted the spirits of those trying to drown them in a glass.
Appearing quite inebriated, Budge struggled to stand on his chair so he could clamber onto the wobbly table. Once upon his makeshift podium, he cleared his throat and held is glass high. While the music and drinks continued to flow, the whispers hushed considerably except for the patrons who where too engaged in their company to notice a Gnome swaying atop a table.
This was usually when the laughs and good times began. Those that had never before been fortunate to hear an anecdote from the quixotic Budge Geargrind were in for a treat.
Within the drafty confines of the Pig and Whistle tavern hushed voices wafted on the stale brewed air as patrons enjoyed the company of friends, family, comrades or simply perhaps the drafted brew that they coddled. A few musicians filled in the gaps of the mumbling orchestra with light melodic notes that were typical of most establishments of this caliber. To add to the ambiance, clinking glass mugs and creaking wood from chairs and the floorboards only completed the resonance that made this tavern what it was. The flickering lights and deep shadows cast by the stairs on either side of the tavern made this a perfect place for seedier individuals to conduct business out of the public eye.
That was not the reason that Budge Geargrind was here today, nor was the small diminutive Gnome paying any attention to the local scene and sound about him. He had his small fingers of both of his hands wrapped around a pint of ale. He set the brew down, a frothy foam framing his pink lips. His eyes appeared glazed and a small hiccup escaped him, precluding a small belch. With a wipe of his sleeve, his alcoholic disguise vanished from his face.
The Gnome wore simple enough clothes; a sweat stained tunic covered by a crusty piece of leather. He wore a pair of goggles that were currently positioned above his eyes. He smelled of salt, oil and spirits. In Gnome terms he was pleasant enough on the eyes with sharp blue eyes and a clean shaven crown.
One seasoned veteran who had quite enough to drink stumbled over to Budge’s table and slapped three gold coins on the table. Budge peered over the rim of his glass.
“Sir Budge; noblemen of the destitute, savior of the oppressed and hero of orphans, we are in need of another one of your epic tales of glory. Indulge us will you?” A couple of lighthearted anticipatory chuckles rose from behind the man. Budge often told entertaining tales to those wanting to hear about heroism and glory. No one took him seriously and assumed they all had to be false; for who could believe that such a lush had once been capable of such amazing feats like the stories he told?
No one.
Exceptions to this occasionally came up to Budge afterwards only to leave him with more questions than they had brought to him to answer. Still, the stories were a cheap form of entertainment, and it often lifted the spirits of those trying to drown them in a glass.
Appearing quite inebriated, Budge struggled to stand on his chair so he could clamber onto the wobbly table. Once upon his makeshift podium, he cleared his throat and held is glass high. While the music and drinks continued to flow, the whispers hushed considerably except for the patrons who where too engaged in their company to notice a Gnome swaying atop a table.
This was usually when the laughs and good times began. Those that had never before been fortunate to hear an anecdote from the quixotic Budge Geargrind were in for a treat.