From FiranMUX

What's The Word

It's the winter of 38 A.U. and every black, burnt and moldy surface of the Old City has been glazed with a soft layer of white snow, which the Old City denizens trample into a black slush on the streets below. In the sadness of the dreary port city there is a tranquility which the snow has brought. Children slip and slide over the thick canal ice bundled up in many layers of thin, worn out clothes while the gangers and troublemakers are all huddled in their hideouts for warmth. The gloom seems to have withdrawn from the Old City, driven away by the cold and frost. But the all-too familiar bustle of a coming war begins to find it's way into the tinders as the snow, and it's tranquilizing qualities, begin to melt and fade.

The old timer Warrick's still missing. Some say he died of the cold and, in spite of his popularity, no one is entirely sure where he's been living since his building collapsed last winter. Mellumik assures everyone that he would not let Warrick die without paying him back the four hundred stenis Warrick owes him. "Did yeh hear about tha' big haffie fella and Castalia?" he snickers over his free ale. "I heard they almost knocked down that stone house he lives in. Wonder how that Washiwi girl feels about it?" he snickers again. "You know that Paranassis kid makes an awful lot o' noise fer a deaf. A lot of messengers keep comin' up to him talkin' like he can hear a word o' it." he slaps the palm of his wrinkled, spotted hand against the table. "You'd think they'd start writin' scrolls so he could actually get an idea of what they was talkin' about. Speakin' o' that, who gave him the idea to stack all them logs in the Sailor's Nook? It's real nice havin' all that free firewood, though. Hope it don't roll out into tha' river." he snickers and takes a drink. "That Tobias fella seems to be pretty busy, too. He was movin' some stuff in an' out of Narin's Old Trade Office. I heard he's stockin' it up with food an' things people actually need. Suits me just fine." Mellumik gives one affirmative nod. "Anythin' that saves me a steni. I's not the only one, though. I hear he's buyin' up borrowed stuff from folks all over the Old City." Mellumik snickers, again, and this time sounds as if he was about to spring a leak. "That Niobe girl should take a look, with her new kid an' all. What? Yeh haven't heard? She made an awful mess all over the Barnacle's first room." The old sailor looks over his shoulder at Yelda and points a boney thumb "She almost blew her top. I heard Sol almost went into fits when he got home an' walked into that room, thinkin' it was his." Mellumik offers one, final bought of dry laughter, and drains the rest of his ale like he were 35 again. Without another word, he rises, and shuffles out. He comes sprinting in, almost comically, a moment later. "Drik's balls! Did yeh hear? Tha' Goats is comin'! That Istems boy Farik is buildin' up them big griffon bows fer us and that floofy-haired kid Tobias is payin' fer 'em for people who learns to operate them things. Not me, though. I'm gettin' mah bronzes! Chainin' my cane! It's War, kids. Yeh hear me? We's at war!"

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OOC: Remember to get your FacHead votes mailed to Margo by this Saturday! Also, combat lessons are available from several OCers, just ask on channel. Going into the walls for lessons may mean being drafted. -= Newsletter written/posted by me with permission =- -= from Fachead Susia. Thanks Susia! =-