...with credit to the tabloid writer, Jax Shyne http://www.aranforest.com
GRUBBAL MUST GO Isn�t it time dear readers that the state suspended this twisted sport and investigated the underground goings on of its players and fans. A long of players submitted to us are opium addicts, given the drug for injuries by their healers and coaches, the effects of the drug are used to enhance their Grubball performance and cheat. Rue Denali, midfielder for Mysthaven is said to be hopelessly addicted to the drug. Rue was kidnapped, tortured, and held for ransom for two weeks by raiders in December, his wounds wouldn't heal and he was given opium at the infirmary to ease the pain. His tragic addiction has led to his losing two lovers and his job. Sources in the team have told us that Rue wants to crush Anika into the Molentia Circle - out of jealousy for her skill in grubball or because he lusts for her? both? Indeed in recent games he throws himself upon this woman, taking any excuse to rub against her in prelude to fornications. We also have a disturbing story that Kota, hero of the sport loving public is taking bribes to deliberately lose games. A shameful syndicate is bribing him to fake injuries and take a dive during crucial matches so they can clean up on gambling and cheat the innocent sporting citizen from their few coppers placed in wager on a winning game. Lynching is too good for these brigands, Grubball must be halted at once and investigated. ~//*//~ The Hart Pub Brookshire Isles of Myst Rue rubbed at his bloodshot eyes as he made his way downstairs from his rented room above the tavern. It was early afternoon and as several heads turned to watch him, he arched a brow. That was more notice then he usually garnered of late. Rue had grown accustomed to coming and going without much notice, since his days as Captain around here. People finally stopped asking him to help them solve mysteries and crimes. They finally stopped saying "There's Captain Denali..." He nodded in a general sense to the room and distractedly made his way to the bar where his customary mug of bitter black brew beckoned him, the only way a comforting drug could. "So, uh...what's it like?" Will, the barkeep and son of the proprietor asked, leaning on his elbows and waiting for any word to fall from Rue's lips. Rue stared back blankly. Was this another flippin' hallucination? If it was, it wasn't very exciting. He much preferred the dancing rats and flying plates of pie. Besides, he hadn't taken a swig of laudanum since yesterday. Will frowned a bit. "Aw, come on man, give us poor blokes a bit of a crumb eh?" Rue spread his hands on the bar, and glanced to the others who were eagerly awaiting his words as well. "Will, what in the name of the demon's elbows are you chattering on about?" Will sighed, and another patron pushed the Drachian news rag down the bar toward Rue. "The Goddess...what's it like to be with the Goddess?" Rue frowned a bit. The Goddess? He glanced to the newsprint and then his eyes widened. Oh holy donkey shit! He frowned over the bit about the accusations of throwing games, but then he slapped a hand over his chest and laughed a bit sadly. Ah, dear Anika - his good friend whom he hadn't tussled with! Wonder what she would say about this? He glanced back at the eager faces of the few local farmers and merchants. It seemed as though they'd surely be disappointed to hear the truth, wouldn't they? "Ah lads...I assure you, once you've been with the Goddess, you can die a truly happy man..." Would that satisfy, he wondered? And after a moment, the men all agreed in a chorus of springtime testosterone and began to chortle on about the divine beauty of a woman's body. Rue swiftly glanced down to his mug and dragged it up to his twisted lips to take a bitter sip. Indeed, he would never die a happy man. And Rue's thoughts drifted and swirled further. the_____________end A brief (un-updated) background on Rue Denali: http://www.islesofmyst.com/char/rue.html "It sounds cold, but it's not cold," he explains. "I mean, what the truth in life is, you need failures, you need tough times to get any kind of value on what's important to you and what's not. There's no way around it." (BP '92) -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Archives & Other DMI Lists: http://islesofmyst.com/lists.php3
