Badger
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Roleplay posts: 81 
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on Apr 27, 2017 0:16:18 GMT -8
"I just sat dow - ah the hell with it.." Badger grumbled in response to Silas' call.
The gnome scooted off of the bench seat of the booth, steadying himself on the table as he did so. With his feet firmly planted on the floor, Badger reached up and pulled his drink down off the table. He toddled in his slightly unstable way (holding his rather large tankard in both hands) over to the table where Silas and @kiera were seated, making the journey to them without much of a problem given his current state of inebriation.
Once at the table, Badger sat his tankard on the floor next to the chair he intended to sit upon. He crawled up onto the chair, and laid flat on his back in the seat, his short legs dangling off the side; his tankard of ale was left sitting on the floor.
"So I'm screamin 'Oi! Bandits! There's bandits!', and they're screamin' at me - SHOT the old man they did! And then after all a' this, some lady mage comes out of the wagon like she doesn't know what the hell's goin' - goin' on! I been screamin' about bandits for ten fuckin' minutes lady how the hell do you not know there's bandits? If she couldn't hear me there's no reason she couldn't have smelled the bandits. Awful - awful things! Smelled like your ass caught fire and someone put it out with an old shirt! That's what they smelled like."
Badger looked up at the ceiling as he spoke (about what at this point, no one could say), barely acknowledging that he'd moved from the booth at all.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2017 9:11:21 GMT -8
She kept her composure, despite how the man Silas smelled or his drunken behavior. Her eyes flicked up to him, betraying a hint of amusement, before lowering to the table - to the parchment she was unfolding. It seemed to be a map, though of where it showed was anyone's guess. She skims over several markers that were a fresher ink than when it was initially made.
"It smells as if you've had a little too much to drink, sir," she murmurs politely. "You might consider a little water. Maybe something to eat."
She glances over the gnome as he rambles to the ceiling, and can't help a smirk on her lips. He reminded her of her pa, once upon a time.
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Silas
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Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Apr 27, 2017 23:22:58 GMT -8
Silas cupped his hand over his mouth and nose to try and smell his own breath. "Hic, Don't smell too drunk to me. Bessidess, these giant mugs got enough water in 'em. The last place we were at had real drinks!" Silas took a long long pull from his over size mug.
Glancing once at the map, Silas shifted his attention to @kiera. "Say Missy, You've got a gorg~eous pair of eyes. I've never seen anything like 'em. A crossbow bolt couldn't kill me, for your eyes have already pierced my heat." Silas rested his head on a hand as he admired Kiera's profile. One finger wound around the mercenaries ragged hair, "What brings a fine thing like you into the city?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 0:02:29 GMT -8
The comment on her eyes - her hand came up quickly to tug her hood further over her head, as if it would help shield him from seeing her eyes. They were beast-like, predatory - dead giveaways to some individuals. She forced her attention on the map on the table, trying to keep from letting him get another glimpse at them if she could manage it. But the smirk from the amusement remained as she stayed calm.
"Traveling. A thirst for adventure to new places, I guess. I'm, ah... not th' best 'round people, but it really can't hurt. So I figured on givin' it a try. I'd still say you need somethin' to eat, least so you don't throw up again."
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
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Post by Badger on Apr 28, 2017 17:44:47 GMT -8
"Then they grabbed me! The bastards hauled me out from under the wagon, and I looks up and the mage lady's in the air with a BIG DAMN fireball about to let loose on all of us!"
Badger was still going on with his story, but only in fits and starts.
"They duck down with me behind the wagon they just pulled me out from under, and I says to 'em - I says - 'Boys its been nice knowin ya! We're hiding from fire behind a wooden wagon'. Those smelly morons thought I was gonna sit there and die with them!"
The gnome put a hand on the table and pulled himself upright in his seat. He looked at Kiera, acknowledging her for essentially the first time before he looked around.
"Whish one of you seen my drink?"
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Apr 28, 2017 23:32:41 GMT -8
"Pr'aps yer right, Hic. And I gotss the drunk munchies. You ever had the drunk munchies before? Hey Bagger, you ever had the drunk munchies before? I'mma get us all some food." Silas pushed himself away from the table and akwardly knocked his chair over.
"Daaammnnn dude you drank that whole thing? No wonder I'm the only one that blacked out at the last bar. Can't believer you still standin'." The beer he had just drank was seeping into his brain and Silas was getting drunker by the second. Perhaps the mysterious effects of the Immediate Regret were returning. As Silas stumbled from the table he stepped right into Badger's mug where his left boot became stuck. The sloshed fellow didn't even notice and the new beer shoe actually helped stabilize his stride.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 10:14:55 GMT -8
When his steps from the table began to sound differently she brought her attention up - watching Silas make his way across the tavern for the bar with... a tankard on his foot and sloshing the contents all over as he went. This guy was definitely far too inebriated, and shouldn't be drinking much more than that.
She really did hope that some food might help sober him up before he hurt himself. For the moment her attention turned over to the dwarf as he stood on the chair. "Ah... ... you might considering cuttin' back, too. Don't want you fallin' off th' chair and hurtin' yourself."
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on Apr 29, 2017 10:39:07 GMT -8
"I tried to get Silas to carry me out of the first bar we were in!" Badger said, her words only just barely penetrating the gnome's stupor.
"'No!' He says - Well he might have to carry me out of this one like it or not."
Badger sat in his chair, facing the table now with his legs dangling. He raised both of his short arms above his head, and looked at each one of his hands intently, one at a time. He wiggled his fingers and made a fist a couple of times.
"Nuuuhh-ope! I'm still good!" he put his arms down and leaned forward to brace himself on the table, his self administered sobriety test now successfully passed to his reckoning.
"Where was I in muh' story?.. I'd just put their asses out with an old shirt. Smelly bastards they were!"
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Apr 29, 2017 21:25:19 GMT -8
Silas wobbled back to the table, still sporting the pseudo-pegged leg. He cradled an unopened bottle of wine, "Hic, The barkeep shays he won't sell me no more ail. But look at this! I shined him up good and he sold me a bottle of Medanese Gold. Haha, They ain't even changed the label yet."
A short time after Silas sat down a large roast chicken was delivered to the tables as well as mugs of water. Not minding his manners Silas dug in ferociously. After he ate Silas sat at the table in silence. A worried look coming over his face.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 21:42:27 GMT -8
These two were certainly a pair... and when Silas returned with a new bottle of wine she honestly considered taking it away from him. But at least he hadn't opened it yet... maybe she might be able to get it away from him later. It WAS Medanse Gold - that was a flavor to savor, from what she heard. And despite her disposition, she wasn't below finer things.
But the chicken arrived and she became relieved to see the guy eat - possibly the gnome, too. It would likely help the both of them. She glanced over them both, but the man took her attention when his expression shifted as he settled into silence.
"... you okay over there, lad?"
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Apr 29, 2017 22:01:58 GMT -8
"It's the damnedest thing, but my foots gone all cold! And shyit, why an I so wet? Can I have some of yer beer Badger? Might warm my my foot up." Silas took a long drink from the mug, which was actually his. He belched and slammed it down, "Maybe I can walk it off. What say you two we go on andventure?!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 22:12:39 GMT -8
Oh dear... this was a predicament, yet extremely amusing. She couldn't help but smile as it was the only way to keep from laughing. She couldn't focus on the map now. Not at all. She tucks it away with a sigh, taking a sip from the tankard of cider she had.
"You, uh... might want to look at your foot, before you drink anymore. Maybe you can make it warm yourself if you just check," she adds, watching his expression. This might end up being priceless. "But yeah, once your foot's warm again we can go wander a bit. I haven't seen much of Isra yet."
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on May 2, 2017 9:13:39 GMT -8
"Look at my foot to warm it up?! Hic, Damn these hiccups! Now that's the crazies thing i'v eve' heard!" Badger seemed unresponsive so Silas finished his beer. And through the tankard over his shoulder, "But yer right! A waalllk would doo me gooood." He got up, knocking over yet another stool, and stumbled backwards. As he did so the other foot became firmly wedged into the second tankard. Silas, of course, failed to notice anything. "Come 'n, Bagger. We goin' on an adventure!" Silas clomped over to the gnome, one boot squelching. His right handed still gripped the bottle of Medenese Gold by the neck. He placed the bottle on the table to keep his balance as he slung Badger over his shoulder. The extra surface area the tankards gave Silas's feet helped with his balance, but still he weaved side to side as he made for the door. Hopefully, @kiera would help him along. |
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
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Post by Badger on May 3, 2017 4:10:39 GMT -8
Badger had indeed become less and less engaged in the conversation with @kiera and Silas , and even less and less vocal; which was not his normal habit.. at least not while he was awake. By the time Silas had staggered over to him, the gnome was laying back down in the chair and may have appeared to be sleeping. As soon as Silas picked the gnome up to sling him over his shoulder, Badger sprang back to life. He let out a manic laugh and put his hands out in front of him as if he was flying. He kicked his short legs happily as Silas carried him towards the door. "Silas I gotcha ya bastard!" he shouted, giggling and giddy with happiness, pretending to fly as Silas carried him. |
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2017 10:59:16 GMT -8
Kiera carefully followed along with them, prepared to help Silas along if necessary... but trying to keep a decent distance. The man stank. Badly. She nursed her tankard a bit more first and gathered her belongings before rising from her chair and trailing after the pair - and to their next adventure.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2017 11:11:01 GMT -8
Well, here was a hope - a bar with cheap drinks. It was all he could hope for right now. At least he had a small fortune haul from his last travels, and had every single coin of it planned for every single drop he was after. His shoulder would bump the door open and he would trudge in, making a beeline for the bar counter to try and find a stool to plop his tired behind in. His satchel slid off his shoulder to settle in his lap, where he found a small leather pouch inside that held a portion of his coins.
First order of business? A large mug of beer to start the night. With any luck, he wouldn't feel anything in a few hours.
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on Jun 24, 2017 15:30:59 GMT -8
It hadn't been long since the night Silas had carried Badger out of the Saucy Maid Tavern, but Badger was back nonetheless. The details of that night's ending were fuzzy to the gnome, but he could remember Silas ending up seriously injured. In truth, Badger hadn't seen him or Kiera since that night, and try as he might there was no shooing away thoughts of Silas' injury and how he might be healing as Badger walked into the tavern.
Badger looked around - the place looked just about like his fuzzy memory had reconstructed it in his head. Somewhere in the back of his mind he hoped he'd lay eyes on Kiera or maybe even Silas, licking his wounds with a bottle at a corner table. No luck on that front, so instead he decided to belly up to the bar and get himself some of what had caused the incident in the first place. It just so happened that the stool the diminutive gnome decided to climb up on to was the one right beside @josidiah.
Once seated, Badger reached into the pocket on the front of his brown coverall and pulled out a small handful of coins; mostly copper, and some silver. He was running low on funds, but that was no reason not to end up face down in the gutter again.
"Hey bartender!" he called to the woman behind the bar. "How about a bottle of Rye and a glass?"
The woman nodded and came over with his order. Badger pushed the coins over to her, "As much as this'll get me."
The barmaid took his coins and went back to her duties. Badger took the bottle in both hands and pulled the crock with his teeth. He spit in on the floor beside him, and poured a bit of the liquor into his glass. It was only now that he noticed Josidiah, who was looking exceptionally sorry for himself. He took up his glass and tilted it to Josidiah.
"Here's to howlin' at the moon by the end of the night, eh fella?" A bit of Badger's toothy segmented grin flashed Josidiah's way.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2017 20:18:04 GMT -8
Josidiah found himself with a tankard set before him just a few moments later - in addition to an eccentric barmate seated beside him. Not one to be intentionally rude, the man would tip the mug by the handle towards the toast proposed - offering a subtle nod of his head.
"That's the plan," is all he offers, his voice low and very much hollow. At least the gnome seemed rather chipper despite whatever he was drinking away. That was more than could be said for himself.
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
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Post by Badger on Jun 25, 2017 7:00:11 GMT -8
Badger nodded and dumped the contents of the lowball glass in front of him into his mouth - a sizable gulp for the gnome.
"You want some of this rye, you just speak up. I don't like to feel like I'm going to end up face down in the gutter outside alone." he offered as he poured himself another snootful of the brown intoxicant.
For the moment, Badger was pretty adept at pouring his own drink out of the large bottle and into the short glass on the bar. However, if past indicators were to be trusted as predictors, the gnome would soon either be drinking directly from the bottle or splashing the stuff everywhere as he attempted the same maneuver he now competently performed.
He looked at @josidiah as he once again took his glass in his hand. He sipped now instead of gulped.
"While we're just sittin' here, allow me to venture a guess or two. Some young, pretty, pointy-eared little thing left you for some other young, pretty, pointy-eared little thing?" Badger took another sip of his rye.
"Nah, that's not it. It doesn't suit you." Badger continued to drink, and to ponder.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2017 8:00:28 GMT -8
Josidiah spared a full glance to the short man, watching him throw back a shot and pour another. He remained patiently quiet, prepared to humor the guy if he wanted to ramble. However the question made his ears drop low and a pained grimace cross his expression.
"... I wish it was that simple," he mumbles, grasping at the tankard to swallow down a hefty swig. It hit him hard, evident in a brief expression of bitterness and gritted teeth, but the feeling to follow after was much more desirable for him. His head would come down to rest on the other forearm resting on the counter. "I would rather it had been that simple - that kind of broken heart could be fixed, y'know."
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