OldCity Newsletter 14 - 03/07/06

From FiranMUX

What's The Word

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Usha strolls into the Barnacle, jingling a pouch with the unmistakable sounds of stenis. Not a lot, but enough to put a smile on the messenger girl's face, and to allay the growling stomach once she buys a bit of grub. Glancing around, she notices an odd sight --

That beggar Samar is back and workin' at the Barnacle as a mug washer. Hessa's there too, as the bouncer. "Bout time we gots a mes bouncin!" Usha calls out, raising her mug to Hessa. "What else is new, Yelda?"

Yelda brings out a platter of fish cakes, scooping the stenis off the bar before Usha can change her mind, "Well, lessee, Tanju were offically declared Susia's brother by the Griffon regent Pia. Looks like Susia found a away to keep her family name going. Word has it that she is lookin' fer a wife for Tanju."

"Oh yeah? Speakin a single folks, Svenja and Angada are looking for boyfriends these days. Who ever they wind up with will have to be a tough character." Usha shakes her head, "They kin have 'em. Boys is nothing but trouble."

Yelda grunts, but doesn't answer. After washing the tub of dirty mugs brought by one of the servers, she asks, "Why ain't ya bin ta none a them social nights Susia's bin havin? She hosted a gambling night at the Barnacle awhile back, everyone there had a good time and t'were lotsa people buyin drinks an' such. Yori and Svenja wrestled a bit but they didn't break anything, which sure kept Susia happy. Keeshan ran the games and took care of all the bets while Vinoria and Maedrus did some entertaining. Washiwi cooked up a special menu for the party goers, an people was lovin what she had to offer. They had a drinking contest that night too. The winner was the last one standing a kid by the name of Jericho, whoe'er th'feck he be."

Usha grumbles, "I had ta work th'night shift in th'walls, on account a needin' ta pay rent. Better tips at night, gen'rally, but fewer messages. I'll try ta make th'next un." She washes down her fish cakes with the last of her wine, "Oh, did ya hear what happent ta Svenja? Some Zutivian zealot attacked her in her place awhile back. He wanted to kill off all the female Olympians, being some Hydran wannabe or something. He picked on the wrong athlete though. After she beat him up, she turned him in, as Svenja is kissing ass - er, being a good Firan - at the moment. Despite Yori's advice to just drop him in the canal. So, he were arrested."

Usha trails off, running her finger along the top of her empty mug. After a few minutes, when it's evident she's not going to spill anymore without encouragement, Yelda refills her mug. With a grin, Usha picks up where she left off, "So then I heared that Svenja got a message from Rasha saying that unless she handed in scrolls of statements to Inarus in one day's time they are letting him go due to lack of evidence. Unfortunately for the lax and incompetent Guards, Yori and Svenja can both read and write so the scrolls duly got handed in. Though it looks like the guards don't really give a toss about Zutivian assassins killing off gladiators."

Yelda curses under her breath, and Usha nods, swigging down her wine, "So th'moral a th'feckin story be: Next time he's going straight in the canal. Don't bother getting justice from guards."

Yelda grins, nodding, "I gots a Svenja story too. Aspius and Svenja were having ales in the Barnacle when Yori came in, and Aspuss, as Yori refers to him, and Yori were soon pretty much about to mess each other up, as they hate each other. And then Aspius drew a knife. Which wasnt a good idea. And as Svenja didnt want to see him canalled she went for Yori.

And then Yori broke her already broken chest some more. And then Svenja went totally berserk, and after knocking him out was shouting about how she was going to break his arm in revenge (and a lot more colourful things besides), but Panyos talked her out of it in the end as he was about.

...and Sven hasnt spoken to Yori since! How's that fer shite?"

Usha watches two drunken gangers tossing knives at the target, laughing as they narrowly miss a busboy. "Oh, speakin' a Panyos, I saw Pakeera back in town, back from that accursed city no one kin agree on how its spelt. I spose since Moira's gone missin, Pak's takin on much a th'healin that needs doin round these parts. I bet she learnt some, bandagin' up all them soldiers."

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