It all started when on a sunny day after a Bar league Blood Bowl practice. Brosef Bugman, brother of the famed barkeep and brewer Josef, had been drinking fiercely all afternoon in his own tavern, Bugman’s Beer Horn. The patrons were all in a jolly mood, so when the slender High Elf stumbled into the bar he was greated with a rare welcome in these parts.
“Whats your name fella?” Brosef called.
“Larry!” the elf giggled in a drunken voice.
After a hearty roar from the crowd, Brosef sent a drink Larry’s way. The unfurled and gleeful demeanor of this elf was a source of great entertainment to the patrons drink after drink came to Larry. Soon the entire bar joined Larry in a classic drinking tune.
“BUT I GET UP AGAIN!! YOU’RE NEVER GOOOOONNNA BRING ME DOWWWNNNN.” Larry slurred the end of the song out and impulsively grabbed the rope hanging from the bell at the end of the bar. DIIIIIING. HUZZAH!!! The entire pub erupted with joy. “A WHISKEY FOR ME! ALE OVER HERE”
Suddenly the whole bar had a full mug and began to chant a cheer for Larry but he had suddenly disappeared. Outside Larry has quickly mounted his horse and fled the town. Even in his drunken state he knew what he had done. You don’t ring the bell at a pub owned and frequented by jolly drunken dwarves. Larry knew it meant one thing, ring the bell and the next round is on you. . The ENTIRE PUB’S ROUND. As the bar faded into the distance he slumped over his steed as drunk as could be and prayed he’d wake up somewhere far far from here
Back at the pub, Brosef looked for his new best friend. “Alright lad, you’re not so bad you elves after all but the tab is 10000 gold pieces my friend, we a working dorfs here, we drink top shelf when it’s on a fany elf like yourself. Appreciated but where did ye go!!??!”
“Uhhh, Brosef, Larry ran out it appears, but he left his bag.”
The boys from the pub team all gathered around the bag and rummaged through it hoping to a clue or identity. All they could find was some fragile armor, soap, and a pristine blood bowl jersey. The jersey had some sort of High Elf form of runes on it and on the back was simply embroidered “Larry” but the boys knew gear of this quality could only belong to a pro.
“YOU CHEAP SON OF A DONKEY!!! A PRO SALARY AND YOU COME INTO MY BAR AND WALK OUT ON A TAB!?!?” screamed Brosef. “You wanted to give it a ring!?! WELL COME ON BOYS LET’S FIND THIS NINNY ELF AND RING HIS BELL!!!!
“HUZZAH!!!!!” as the boys spilled out of the bar in firey glee
And with that the pub team decided to do whatever it took to go pro, to hold all elves and any others who stood un their way accountable to this GRUDGE.
NEVER WALK OUT ON A TAB AT BUGMAN’S, and thus the Bellringer’s were born.