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Tshugar’s Annual Junk Sale

by Moxiane

”Item number 12,903! A fine example of literature from ... somewhere! One-and-a-half silver talents!”

- Tshugar

”I didn’t want those things anyway! And those soldiers, they handled me!”

- Icefire Jasmine

The district of Sentinel’s Hill is a mostly quiet residential area, with apartment blocks and tenements providing housing for a sizable fraction of Nexus’ population. However, on the last day of Descending Fire, just before the party of Calibration, this district becomes abuzz with activity, as Tshugar once again opens the doors to his mansion and attempts to sell absolutely everything contained within the over fifty rooms that Tshugar allows the visitors to wander through. Shelf upon shelf of knick-knacks, curios and other objects from every corner of Creation can be found within, with priceless amethyst sculptures from the jewellers of Gem alongside crude bone flutes that herald from Bluehaven.

For over twenty years the Annual Junk Sale has been a highlight of the calendar in sleepy Sentinel’s Hill, with such luminaries as Peleps Deknas and Baron Mkambeno rubbing shoulders with the common folk from Splintered Melody Square or Crookneck’s Row, often to the former’s dismay and the latter’s glee. Order is kept by hired mercenaries; the competition for this day-long contract is fierce, since the pay is so good for such a (usually) simple and safe job, and the last three Annual Junk Sales have been managed by soldiers from the Tower of Nine.

The prices charged for any given item seem to be assigned at random, since each thing for sale has a label with a number written on it, and when it is presented for purchase Tshugar takes the label and announces the price. At that point the buyer must either pay the price given or surrender the item, whereupon it is removed and will not be seen again until next year’s Sale, if at all.

The actual rules of the Sale are quite simple, and are placed on a large board outside Tshugar’s mansion, written in twelve different languages:

1. Form an orderly queue.
2. First come, first served.
3. One item per customer.

Tshugar will brook no argument or discussion over these rules, and those amongst the attendees who are used to getting their own way often find his brusque manner something of a shock to their sensibilities, as evinced by the unceremious ejection of Icefire Jasmine last year, after insisting that she be allowed to buy three things at once regardless of what the “stupid rules” said.

Rumours

• The items offered at Tshugar’s Annual Junk Sale are all stolen from cities all over Creation, making Tshugar the world’s biggest fence.
• Tshugar is the God of Junk, and his Sales are part of his rituals of worship; the money that he makes, he just gives away.

Secret

• Twenty-four years ago Tshugar dabbled in thaumaturgy, having acquired some tomes on the subject earlier that year. Being a greedy sort, he tried to enact a ritual that would grant him everything he ever wanted. Unfortunately, due to a problem with his translation, the magic that he enacted granted him everything he never wanted, a curse that has resisted all attempts to remove it thus far. The “junk” that he sells appears randomly throughout his home, until he sells it all at the end of the year. The few Sidereal Exalted who have encountered Tshugar have been known to collapse into helpless gales of laughter.

Comments:

Truly brilliant. I collapsed into helpless gales of laughter as well!
-- Darloth wonders whether he is a Sidereal or not

I have just decided where Beshra ofThe Forsakens Bastards got her daiklave from. - Kalisara

Too funny! --MF

Thanks all. I just have this mental image of a couple of Sidereals in Yu-Shan, one saying to the other, "There's this guy in Nexus, called Tshugar. You have to *snigger* to go and see him. No, I won't say why *snort*, it's just... you have to see it for yourself. *giggle* - grinning Moxiane