A Thrust Forward - Vote for Hot Rod!

[Publius 4098]

A young and aggravated Estermont drunkard bellowed in his family's repossessed tavern in fair Cyrilsburg, buying drinks for all who would listen as he began to rant and rave. All present were subject to the same three tunes he paid the bard to play...

 

 

"Gross misconduct, I would damn myself to say! Why, they never tried my barbecue ribs, they have never had me mix them a drink!" The man wailed as he whipped his head back. "How were they to know what great fortunes my family could bring them before I happened upon this place..."

 

As one of his servants danced without a hint of joy, tired of the Aeldenic bagpipe tunes, impoverished folks from as far as the city slums began to file into the tavern...

 

"Imagine - happy hours every week! Folks far and near would be able to step in and gaze upon a fine, fat swine spinning over a fire! Mead so damn sweet, the butchers would have triple the work removing teeth alone! My man what a great show I could put on, alas, here I sit, drunk in a tavern that is no longer an Estermont establishment. Bah!"

 

Soon the young man's tab was run up to the Seven Skies - but here now sat an audience, beholden to this man. From the back of the line nearest the Estermont boy, a thick necked sheep herder looked to him and offered an encouraging plaque stained smile that almost glowed yellow at the words of the young man!

 

"Mark my words, I, Rodric 'Hot Rod' Estermont, shall find the Chief Imbecile or whomever stripped from me my right to drink for free and pound his jaw in so thoroughly, his overbite will have him looking like a bird!"

 

War weary peasants cheered at the violent and vulgar outburst as they drank away the woes of Renatian raids. Finally, obscured by the crowd, a cheeky young lad would holler, "Why don't you just run for Chief Imbecile and just take it back?! We are having our mayoral election soon!"

 

So thoroughly tinged was the drunk Estermont's pride that he shot up from his seat, startling some of the closer onlookers now! "If I can, then I shall! You good people would be entitled to a government subsidized drink after each work day if so, I would host beauty pageant's galore, and by GOD there would be so much revenue running through Cyrilsburg that the moat would be made of molten GOLD!"

 

Onlookers cheered at the fantastical claims, beginning now to chant drunkenly for this unlikely candidate!

 

"HOT ROD, HOT ROD, HOT ROD!"

 

Chugging his drink, he would slam down his empty tankard and offer a mighty pelvic thrust, "Let's see the city deny this!"

 

Ensuing calamity would see the tavern closed early and many rabble-rousers in the streets, but amongst those who did not drink all memory of the night away were the first supporters of Rodric.  Many cases would be made for the newcomers sudden bid for mayor; Some were fantastical, others were completely nonsense - but all came from excited lips.

[JuliusAakerlund 2402]

Eadmund Estermont smiles the suns smile.

[Imi 425]

Linette remembered the empty Tavern and the barkeep who was hardly ever present. She appeared pleased with new management as she sat for a drink. 

[_NotChris 278]

Franz Vanir hears of the news. "Cool."

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

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