Published: 30th April 2023 - 1st May 2023
"Did you hear what's being said on the Grape Vine of late!"
Monthly independent publication with content from all around Gor.
Publisher: Amir Boa Nasrallah (ascendedyetagain)
Editor: Itahshy Sturdy (shyntylene.lauria)
Dear Reader,
On behalf of our humble team, thank you for joining our Gorean journey. We hope our first edition reaches you all in good times of peace and prosperity. Recently we have found ourselves seeking to compose a paper that would be entertaining for all Goreans. It would be most insightful to include pieces from various people throughout all parts of our beautiful world. Each person has a story to tell, and we would like to share that story with others. Everything you will find here is accurate and happened at some point. Each small piece is the world we are enjoying together.
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Content:
1. Stephen the Observer "Never a dull Moment"
2. The Traveler "Vonda? Where is that?"
3. Lucas 'The Handsome' Skol'son Skald "From the Eyes of the Skald"
4. Jada of Port Nykus "Free Companionship"
5. Itashshy Sturdy "A Little Insight"
6. Chrysoprase Ibn Yusef "Both"
7. Once a Free Woman "A Love to Die For" Chapter 1.
8. Making the Labels - Your advertisements.
9. Little O "What is Gor like for a kajirus?"
10. Lib "Ebrius and the Pretzel Hold"
11. Aurius of Telnus feat. Itashshy Sturdy "Telnus on Cos isle"
12. Elie White "A Price One Cant Afford"
13. Isabelle Burt "Shadow"
14. Gossip Wine
Never a Dull Moment!
by Stephen the Observer
Hey fellow Gorean,
Do you find your life dull? Every day you woke up in this world, finding the day's routine even more boring than the day before. Are you looking for some fresh air? Well, no longer do you have to suffer this!
Following Brundisium's marvelous carnival towards the end of this month, Outstanding dancers entertained crowds who cheered from their seats and the surrounding area. Not to be outdone, Genesian Port came through celebrating Spring Fling. If you couldn't go and visit, you missed the fantastic Sirens of the Thassa performance. There was an Art contest and leem hunt. There were prizes awarded to the winners. Spring Fling was that and more!! Congratulations, Genesian Port, for such a successful event! Brundisium, it's your turn again!
Are you looking for a place to spar? Do you want to raid? You have options! Olni runs sparring events every third day of the week. When you are ready, you can join one of the raiding cities; your choices are Sais, Vonda, Genesian Port, or, if you are entirely off the hook and crazy about inks all over you, Skol is your place! They fight all South, regardless!
If you are less bloodthirsty but still a mighty warrior, check out Tarn Ridge. If you wish, you are facing the career of a city guard or interrogator! Day after day, you can fly around on your tarn or observe that sun-kissed city from the height of the wall and wait for a stranger to enter, question him, and then take him to jail!
If all this doesn't sound like your favourite time spent or you are a lady, there are other activities you entertain. For example, invest in yourself! Yes, maybe some men won't appreciate an intelligent Free woman, but for every 10, 1 for sure will! So don't be shy! There are many places to help you become a scribe or a physician! Olni is the greatest of them all. But if traveling isn't your option, if your father or guardian does not see eye-to-eye with you, always bother the head of the caste where you want to apply for mentorship! Demand classes and torture them all with your baking! Usually works!
Finally, if you are a free woman who doesn't know how to be a free woman (Like that happens often!), return to Genesian port. There is an academy there that will help you find the right way! Do it before a man shows you the other side of this coin! Kneeling is only sometimes fun!
Slaves! Yes, this is important. If you are looking for a slave to talk to or whatever your heart desires, could there be a problem with that? We will name two overpopulated slave cities. You decide where you want to look. There is a word out there that for every one free person in Tarn Ridge, two slaves are found! On the other hand, If you stand an hour in Telnus, you may find yourself surrounded by slaves! Finally, if you want less talking and more action - bonds, they are in every Nosk village! Take your time, enter the long hall and order mead!
I didn't cover so many other beautiful cities of Gor here but all in its own time. There is so much more to see in Gor. There is never a dull moment!
Vonda? Where is that?
By the Traveler
Vonda was one of the four major cities that once belonged to the Salerian Confederation. It maintains connections with Gor on the northern bank of the Olni River. As you disembark at the port, you first see the city defense. Before the massive wall is reached, you can notice a warrior or two. Recently the City was conquered by the Northern Tribes of Ryu. Khronos, the new self-proclaimed Ubar, has declared the City open to everyone, the North to the South. Ladies, if you travel on your own, be escorted! Men, white, the gates are open. Remember, you are still a stranger until sworn in!
This goes without saying, for even if you didn't have the pleasure to see the warrior's tournament at the fair during En'Kara, the name should be known to you. Khronos is one of the most glorious fighters who often wins matches and comes out as a winner for every second fight. This explains the flow of red caste in the City, and this could be the way only I see it all, but when you enter the City, even the walls of the buildings and the roofs claim red as their tone.
Vonda quickly became popular. Every day ships bring new people to find their new homes. So what can you find in Vonda? A big beautiful tavern is to your left as you enter the City with various drinks. The barrels built into the walls look impressive and promise to please your taste buds. Water is locked into small pools. Those you can find everywhere! With palms and fern-like plants all over the City, speaking of warm climate, water must make one breathe easier or maybe the builders of Vonda are using this to stand out from the rest. They are successful! To your right from the entrance, the market begins! These are not small booths with different goods. Merchant caste is rich in Vonda. Well-built shops are thrown throughout the City here and there. The blue flame is another thing I didn't see anywhere in the world. It's unusual and makes one think of the priest-kings and initiates. An impressive Arena constantly used to practice skills or watch, and many other places where one can enjoy life thinking only about tomorrow's fight.
What won't you find in Vonda? The inn. If you arrive to look at this beautiful City, have enough time to return to your ship. The rumor also has it that Vonda is looking for scribes! I found a few people wearing blue and several blue banners, but if you are a scribe looking for a home, Vonda could be it for you! So take part in the transformation of Vonda into something even better than it was. There are new opportunities out there for you. As for me, you will hear from me soon. My journey is far from over. I remain your open eye on the other side of Gor.
From the eyes of the Skald
by Lucas 'The Handsome' Skol'son Skald
I stand here looking out over the lands of Skol now the snow has melted, the heavy drops of rain make it even harder to write and I wonder of the things I can put to paper to explain why a Southern born man might bleed for this Northern Village. I see the muddy yellow/brown water which has to be boiled just to drink it, the Snirt (snow and dirt) keeps our boots wet and filthy so every time we enter our homes and the hall, the bonds are endlessly cleaning up boot prints and drying boots out.
Yet, as I stood on the edge of the cliff dancing in the rain with my Shield brother for the first day of Spring then those moments before leaping off the edge of the cliff into the water below, has never made me feel more free and alive than in that moment before the water engulfed me. Even with extreme ball-shrinkage as I swum and laughed with the bonds that joined us.
In Skol, there is no arguments over political garbage, if you offend your shield brother, you beat the shit out of each other then drink and laugh about it later. There is no swords being driven in your back from behind, no sneaky payments to the blacks, no selling off of your Aunt to the highest bidder. Though, there was this one time the First Axe found my mate sucking the cock of the Shipwright... well that soon ended in a collar for her and eventually her death, perhaps the North is as harsh as the rumors speak about.
Rumors have said an Axe once was found trapped under a barrel of mead as it rolled back onto him, another rumor was that the First Axe in a frenzied rage destroyed all the vulo that were on the docks. The Chieftain taught the Southern born Scribe to throw a punch, and now the former Scribe picks fights with anyone he can just to test his own fisting skills. And we cannot forget the poisonous and deformed Leech plant that almost took out half the Village, perhaps an attempt to wipe out Skol from the South? One will never know.
The curvy ass of a bond is often found in a man's lap in the hall and many things go on in such a place. From story-telling to drunken debauchery at the highest level, where captives are held and the naked form of the bond is always found.
The Axes have been known to prank each other, but when it comes to having each other's back there is no tighter bond than the Northerner's especially when their First Axes mate is taken into captivity by the treacherous Warriors of Tarn Ridge.
It is rumored that two Axes may have arrived to the shores of Tarn Ridge, in stealth mode and using bushes to sneak around the City, to seek of the beloved Maple searching high and low but unfortunately were unable to track her down. They did however, manage to find the Commander's home and leave him some artwork... which may have triggered something in the man with the wagon scars on his face.
For now, this is all I will tell you of these lands. But keep an eye out on the next column for my piece on Skol where I tell you all about the First Axes luscious locks and the fear the Northern men have over the Southern City women's beards.
Free Companionship
by Jada of Port Nykus
If you are a Free Woman of Gor then one of the eventualities of your life will be free companionship. Especially if you come from a political family, such as mine. We are raised in a way to prepare ourselves for this eventuality, learning the basics of keeping a home and the more intricate art of managing a household. We are conditioned to accept the terms of this arrangement. However, over time I have seen women agree to free companionship without fully comprehending what it all entails so I'm here to tell you just that.
Free companionship isn't without it's pitfalls. If you companion out of duty to your family you can expect a range of situations and few of them involve actual love. There will be children, sure. Your companion will own all of your assets, slaves, children and you may use them if they allow. If you were lucky enough to read, understand and have say in your contract you may get some of these items back. But you will never get all of them.
Children. They belong to your companion and his family. You might have borne them but they are not yours. Should your companionship end they stay with their their father and if you are lucky you might see them again in the future or while they grow, depending on if your family shares the same Home Stone as your former companion. But you have little rights to them in this situation.
In addition, do not forget that should your companion deem it so, you can find yourself in his collar with little or no provocation. Contract a companion, have a few kids and enslave her to keep her and all her belongings. And what is worse? She loses any claim to her children at all, she becomes their nanny at best and they may never show any attachment to her at all for she is a slave.
So, in short, if you have the power to choose your companion then do so very carefully. Make sure you read and understand your contract and do not fear making amendments to it if you see fit for your own protection. Know the laws and know that you can't avoid these circumstances completely but you might be able to lessen the chances of them by making good choices.
Make good choices, ladies.
A Little Insight
by Itashshy Sturdy
I was asked to write an article on a city, unfortunately time has not been on my side to be able to travel, though there are two cities I have considered writing about, both of which I have been invited too. In the end I thought I would give some insight toward being a slave.
Being a kajira, or kajirus, is not really an easy life, not as many would imagine it is. You're looked upon as being pampered, all the names come with it. Slut. Whore. Beast. You are expected, of course, to respond to all these as well. Lets delve a little deeper into this.
A slave walks up to you, they kneel, offer their services. Sometimes they do not kneel and of course need that extra reminder to do such. Either the slave is looked down upon and dismissed, perhaps they are petted on the head and sent away, even scolded for the thought that they dared to even approach. On another side, they may be asked to stand, given something to do, perhaps even held in the arms of the person that is unknown to them.
You see, a slave wakes before their owners, and goes to bed after their owners. If they're not chained to a wall or locked in a cage. They begin their mornings by getting the breakfast ready for the family, making certain everything is clean from what little dust settles during the night. While the family then eat their breakfast, the slave is refilling drinks on the table until breakfast is over. This begins the washing up as the family leave for work. During the rest of the day the chores are taken care of, each and every day has certain tasks, completed in certain times to make sure they're evenly spread. I wont list everything, but it could include running around the city. Along comes lunch, and of course dinner, finally evening tea.
Usually by mid afternoon the slave has finished their chores and can enjoy some time with friends, walking around the city, or doing something they enjoy. You will also find them serving strangers of the city. Why? Because that's what slaves do, they offer themselves for service. They are there for you to work with, to put some tasks upon, they're trying to make your life easier.
More often than not, a free woman would take to abuse a slave, physically or verbally, simply because perhaps their companion, or former companion, or even their hearts desire has looked upon that slave in the past, let his eyes roam over her body. Should you really punish a slave for something that is not their doing? Is it really that slaves fault she is forced to show her body, that she must, by her owners will, be pleasing to all? Even free men inflict this upon a slave should he want her and not be able to own her, or even him, a male slave. Consider that the slave offering service to you is trying to get close to you, to know you, to want to know you. Is there a secret desire that the slave wishes to be with you?
Let us move from this, because some slaves arrive home, and yes, they are pampered, given gifts, but not always, some never see their owners for weeks on end, some owners cannot remember what their slave looks like.
Time comes for the family to sleep, they head to their bedrooms, where their beds have been made, the pans have warmed them, perhaps the favoured slave is lay in the bed waiting for their owner, keeping that spot warm in bed for them. This may not be the case, the owner may have locked a chain to the slave for the night, giving them hardly anything to sleep upon in the kitchen. A life of the kettle slave. Another slave may find themselves locked within a cage for the night, a simple piece of cozy bedding and a little pillow for them to settle on. This is not because the slave can't be trusted, it is to keep the slave safe. Then you have the next level of slaves, those who have a cozy tiny bed that they have to curl up in, unable to stretch out, but all the comfort they need for the night. These slaves are the ones who go to bed after the family. You see, these ones clean up the living room and kitchen, making everything perfect ready for the morning so that breakfast can begin without too much of a worry. All focus upon the family and not running between tasks.
Everything a slave does is for the free, no matter the task, they get it done. If a slave is not happy, it is not because of their owner, you can be assured of that. If a slave is not happy, it is because of other free in the city, perhaps even other slaves of the city. The way you treat a slave trying to serve you, reflects on their true happiness around others. Slaves talk, gossip travels.
Both
by Chrysoprase Ibn Yusef
To be free lady or Kajira.
To be liberated either way
one strong sure of self,
Steady in manner.
The other able to respond
to inner desires
free to be truly female in manner
awakened to the needs of form.
Both take passion
both take determination
to be truly good.
Both
are never always easy and take
true strength of character.
A Love to Die for - Chapter 1
By Once a Free Woman.
I will begin by introducing myself. I will take you along on my journey. Sit back and hold on. It's a bumpy ride.
I wasn't born into slavery. I was born to a well-known Physician from Rorus and a lady healer from the Northern village of Axe Glacier. My name was Lady Manzana Winterberry. I took after my Momma in looks. With long blonde hair with a touch of gold. Porcelain white skin and eyes the colour of a clear blue sky. I loved to dress up in the latest fashions and have my hair done just right. I loved to garden and cook almost as much as I loved to heal. I took after my Father with compassion, humour and brains.
I grew up running around the city of Rorus, causing a ruckus and studying the Physician caste to be like my Papa one day, hopefully. I worshiped him. I thought for many years he would always be the only man in my life. He spoiled me and loved me. He was always kind to me, and he was my world. I was the center of everything to my parents, and the city of Rorus adored me. I, Manzana Winterberry, was the pride of my Papa.
Life was happy for me. I loved them dearly and would watch them many evenings sit near the fire together and talk. Sometimes I would even sneak downstairs and peek at them. The fire would glow around them, and he held her so closely. So tenderly tell her how much she and us girls meant to him. I grew up knowing what it looked like when a Man loved and cherished his woman. As I grew older, I hoped to find that man for myself one day.
One night, when my life began to change, Raiders attacked the great city of Rorus. My Father had to watch men rape and kill my mother before he was killed. Luckily for myself and my sister Forest, my Father had gotten us out of the house and told us to run as fast as we could away from the city to the INN on the road outside of Rorus.
There my sister and I were raised by a wonderful old lady who taught us how to cook and be thankful for the many blessings we had been given. We were allowed to grieve our parents and heal in a place full of warmth and love.
To my surprise, my Father had left many coins with the Lady for my sister and me. It was enough for us to continue our studies and live off of. When we grew of age, we attended training, and I excelled. Just as I hoped I would. I longed to make my Father proud. I longed to become the Physician that he knew I could be.
From my terrific experience of losing my parents and home. I grew strong. I persevered and finally returned to my beloved Rorus the moment the gates were repaired. I could set up the Infirmary with my Father's items that were salvaged from the raid, and soon I was acting Head Of Physicians. My sister was companioned and expecting her first child and I .. I was the Physician my Father always thought I would be. There was just one problem. I had never had a Companion, and I never had children. In my caste, I couldn't even call myself a full Physician. I needed to find my Companion, and I needed to find one quickly to secure my position as Head Of Physicians.
I was alone in my search. My Papa could not help me, and I knew it couldn't be just any man. He had to be as great as my Papa or better to me. Sadly, men like my Father are rare on Gor. That is until one day, I saw him.
As I finished my rounds of home visits and approached my beloved Infirmary, admiring the flowers and the sun, there he was. I was sitting outside the door of the Infirmary. The most handsome man I had ever seen. He had the darkest skin I had ever seen. Large muscles that made my cheeks heat up every time he moved. And the sun shined down on him like a beacon. Like the Gods were trying to tell me that he was the one. Strange and new things started to happen to me, and I was scared to death. No one had ever mentioned strange and new things happening.
Papa was always really good at tearing pages out of my texts books if he deemed something inappropriate. I was very naive when it came to men. I could heal them, sure, but the ways of the heart, the attraction I had not been prepared for. I was not expecting to be swept away. My breath refused to fill my lungs, and my heart beat so fast I was sure he would hear it. It scared me. He terrified me, and I thought hiding how he made me feel was best. Indeed what I felt was not appropriate for me to feel. My knees don't get weak as mine did, and my tongue wouldn't work. I felt foolish speaking with him. I had no way of knowing that this man, this gorgeous Gorean man, would be both my downfall and my redemption. From that moment on, my life would change forever.
What never crossed my mind was that he may have felt the same thing or a more manly version. I didn't have the experience to. All I knew was I HAD to stay away from him. He appeared uninterested; he could never find out.
Making the Labels
Bring Your Timber!
Tarn Ridge seeks timber, they are in drastic need of wood and are seeking your help to supply them. A call to all merchants out there, take your wood to Tarn Ridge and make trade! Are you not trading with Tarn Ridge yet? Now is the time to get on over there and draw up new trade agreement! Make a great deal with a new city, bring five thousand stones of lumber today! We all want wood!
Scribes at the ready!
Are you a scribe? Are you tired of your daily routine where you live now? Do you wish for something new? Well then pack your bags and head over to Vonda, they are seeking Scribes, what better way to enhance your career than moving to a new city! So many opportunities open for you and your family. Who knows what awaits you!
Anything Goes!
Gorean Grape Vine is looking for writers, you can submit your stories, fiction and non-fiction welcome, we want the latest gossip from around Gor, what is happening and where. If you hear it, bring it to us. You can find our mail box in Genesian Port. Once you arrive at the docks, head right as you face the archway leading into the main housing district, head up the stairs by the dress makers and walk along to the Gorean Grape Vine offices. Send a slave to find us and
deliver your scroll.
Legals & Illegals
Brundi is seeking Magistrates! Are you a Law Scribe, are you seeking to further your expectations? Tired of filing the same old paperwork for those same old Magistrates? Look no further than Brundi. If this offer makes you want to pack your bags and run to a new city, this is for you! All you have to do is head on over to Brundi and make an appointment for an interview with the Head of caste of Scribes, Lady Firefly, and High Magistrate, Prayan Nasrallah.
Room at the Inn
Are you visiting Telnus? Looking for somewhere to stay? Then head on over to the Telnus Inn and grab a room for a night or two. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, hot, warm, and cold food and drink. What are you waiting, pack your bags and take a visit and a stay.
The Life and Times of a Male Slave in Gor
By Little O
Life starts out for many a male slave as being free. It either stays that way, or the unfortunate get capped and tossed into slavery unwilling. Lose a fight, getting captured and sold by panthers, Act in a slave like manner, and for the few that cant help themselves, submitting to a more dominate woman or man. In the rare case a male will be born into the life. Raised in a manner that is attractive to a prospective buyer, or the slaver that might have need for a specific style of slave.
It's not an easy life regardless of how one might find them in the situation. Born slaves probably have it easier. They know nothing else, and depending on what type of slave they were raised/trained to be, it will remain easy. Take me for example. I was born into the life. Raised by female slaves to provide services, similar to what a basic female slave would do. It's been a rather easy life for me and i do not seek my freedom. I have had less than a handful of owners, all of them kept me nicely dressed, jewelry, and well kept. Although my life has been rather easy considering, there are still some rough patches that are not easily overcome. A lot of people do not like male slaves. In my span of life, i can say without hesitation that Northern men are the ones that generally have the most issues. No clue why, but they look at them like they are sub human and much less of a man.
I have encountered men that want to kill me even before i open my mouth and say a first word or greeting. You learn to run fast and hold your tongue.
Their are nearly as many male slave roles as there are female. Work slaves, mine slaves, fighting, display. messengers, etc. Free men that have been captured and collared, if they preform well, might actually taste their freedom once again. It's not unheard of an owner to dangle freedom in front of a male slave in order to get them to preform set out tasks. I on the other hand, do not wish my freedom. Born a salve and will remain a slave.
The quote below will give you an idea of just how many male slaves there actually were. Not as plentiful as females, but they did have large groups at times.
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Ho-Tu led the way, moving from catwalk to catwalk, spanning cages below. In these cages, through the bars, male slaves, crowded together, naked and wearing heavy collars, glared sullenly up at us.
"It would not be well to lose your footing," advised Ho-Tu.
I supposed it was from this sort of facility that the general expression "The Iron Pens" took its origin. On each cage we passed, as we took our way over it, I saw a thin metal plate covered with numbers. Some of these numbers referred to the occupants within the cage, but other numbers were coded to instruct the keepers in such matters as diet, special precautions, date of the lot's acquisition, and its intended disposition. Some of the numbers had been scratched out, and others had been hammered into the plates, which were changed from time to time. The pens seemed humid and, though we were below ground, warm from the heat of the bodies. The only sanitation facility was an open metal mesh, supported by close-set horizontal bars, in the bottom of the cages, beneath which, some five feet below, was a cement floor, washed down and cleaned by slaves once daily. There was a feed trough at one side of each cage and a low watering pan on the other, both filled by means of tubes from the catwalk. The cages of female slaves were mixed in with those of the male slaves, presumably on no other basis than what cage happened to be empty at a given time. The female slaves, like the men, were unclothed, and wore collars; their collars, however, were not the typical locked collar of the female slave but, since they were only in the iron pens, a narrow band of iron, with a number, hammered about their neck.
I noted that the females tended to remain near the center of their cage. Their food and water areas were protected from the wall of bars shared with the next cage, which might contain male slaves, by a heavy iron mesh, rather like that of the flooring, riveted by hammer to the bars. Sometimes I supposed a girl might wander too close to the bars and be seized, but, because of the bars, little could be done with her. Mating among slaves is carefully supervised. One or two girls I noted lay on the flooring mesh, their heads near the bars separating them from the males, their hair cruelly tied to the bars. They had been careless.
Assassin of Gor
Ebrius and the Pretzel Hold
By Lib
When my son Ebrius was very young we went to a fair and were walking around taking in the sights. We came upon wrestling matches and young men were paying their entrance fees and being assigned matches, there were two tiers and the winner of each tier would fight each other for the grand prize.
Ebrius loved to wrestle when he was a lad and asked my permission to enter. I handed him the 5 silver coin entrance fee and waited to see where he would be placed in his tier. On seeing that I went to watch the other tier so i could coach him if he made it to the top rung.
There was a huge thrall entered in the tier i was watching and he mas making short work of all his competitors he had a hold that was described at the pretzel hold. if he got anyone in that hold they were done for and he kept moving up the tier, there was no doubt in my mind he would win his tier.
I went back and started watching Ebrius and he was handling all of his competitors as well.
Ebrius did win his tier and we waited till the final match was announced, naturally it was Ebrius Vs. the huge thrall. I told Ebrius about the pretzel hold and to try to avoid it. The match began and it was going very well for a long time, you could tell they were very well matched in skill. Thenall of a sudden there was a flurry of legs and arms and when the dust settled. there was Ebrius in the pretzel hold. I was about to throw in the towel and concede the match....when there was another flurry and the thrall came flying off the pile and landed on his head unconscious. Ebrius staggered to his feet and went to the thrall and pinned him and he won the match... it was an amazing thing to see.
I asked him, How did you break that hold, i watched him all day and no one could do what you did. He looked at me and said Father, the pain was unbearable, it was all i could do not to pass out, i forced my eyes open and saw two hairy balls in my face. I did the only thing i could do i opened my mouth and bit them as hard as I could...you would be surprised how fast you can move when you bite yourself on the balls.
Telnus on Cos Isle
Aurius of Telnus feat. Itashshy Sturdy
For generations Cos has been ruled by a single family who hold the title of Administrator as the title is passed down from father to son. A family that has had the Island in an Iron grip through the underfunding of the Warriors Caste in order to fund a private army of mercenaries. Rulers thinking only of themselves over the well-being of their citizens and decline of their own Island.
With every passing generation the next Administrator has grown bolder, Aurius, the current administrator, openly having the Rarii of Cos attacked and weakened further. Following this, he had assassins take down the previous two elected Ubar's, fromt the ranks of the Rarii, in an attempt to gain control over the Island.
As the war continues between Tyros and Port Kar, the supplies and riches of Cos begin to dwindle, while their fleets are bound to the docks, it makes sense no ship can reach the docks of Telnus. Enemy fleets hold control over Thassa and those who sail upon her.
Do you dare to go up against the maniacal that is the Administrator Aurius? Do you wish to become one of the many citizens that have been killed? Can anyone sneak off the Island and seek help from a city upon the mainland... Will anyone help save Cos from this tyrant! One so bold he has the current council under house arrest, postponing all future meetings!
Hope is around the corner, some citizens have manage to sneak off the Island unseen, a former Ubar has been contacted, and he seeks all Cosian's! Old, New, and Exiled! All who would be willing to fight back and lend aid. Several small fleets have already been spotted with the Cosian Colours flapping in the winds. they're headed North! Do they Run or gather?
They gather of course, word has spread that a camp has been set up by the fleet in the coastal region of the Northern Forest. Cosians of old and new gather with friends as they ready themselves for battle. Readying themselves to reclaim their Home Stone of Telnus!
What is this? An old Hero of Telnus walks the streets? could this be the start of the end for Aurius? Will the Administrator get what is coming to him for all he has done? Telnus will be restored to her rightful glory.
Roundships are gathering to take one and all who are willing to sign up to the effort of taking back Telnus, anyone loyal to the Home Stone who can fight can take arms, or stand at aid. Citizens donating goods of their own, dresses of the Free Women go for bandages, hair for rope, food and drink, what little they have to the warriors.
Ram ships have driven off patrols to the North-East, stopping those who wish to blockade the docks of Tyros and isolate the Island. Perhaps relief is now closer to hand.
Not all news is good news. Aurius is feeling the pinch, he's loosing citizens and support, so what is left to do but to raise the taxes of his people, is this fool really willing to loose the last of his citizens, can he really keep hi army of mercenaries before they turn upon him themselves. Someone must be running low on coin if this is their only choice.
Six low caste women were hauled from the streets to the Administrator and have not been seen since, perhaps these women now serve in camisk and chains as an alternative payment to the mercenaries. Steel is now the law of the streets of Telnus.
Received Scrolls from the Administrator reads:
"Citizens of Telnus, hear me.
As your Administrator I have several items to bring to your attention.
The announcement of the ball to commemorate the founders has arrived in timely manner about the city. An annual event to celebrate the birth of our beloved city, this years ball shall be of the masquerade variety. I am quite pleased to make this proclamation to you all.
In order to ensure all citizens are able to enjoy the expenditure of their hard worked tax payments, I, in my benevolence as your Administrator, have the pleasure to inform you that attendance is mandated by the law I just signed. Take this time beforehand to prepare your best outfits for the event. I deserve nothing less. Those that ignore this law will be expelled from the city as unworthy of the rest of us.
Take note of my trusted law enforcers as they scour the city for traitors that seek to undermine your leadership! The men are sometimes a bit vigorous in their upholding of my word, but they have the best of intentions. I expect everyone’s complete support in this matter. No man is above my law. I have heard that an Ubar of old has been seen sulking about, trying to inspire the innocent and unknowing to his cause! Don’t be fooled! Remember your oaths! No such man is real, and this charlatan will be found. If you see something, say something to the nearest of my enforcers. Remember they are here to protect us! Compliance ensures retention of citizenship!
I, being of the people, completely understand that in this time of troubles the day to day costs of living in our glorious Telnus have been rising. Remember it is not just the citizens that suffer under this yoke, but the city coffers too! With this is mind, new taxes are to be levied across the board. In order to ensure the upcoming Founder's Day Masquerade Ball is to the standards of our past, this must be done. I trust in the fact that all true citizens will gratefully give but a little more to make this Ball one to remember. Paying your taxes is the highest form of loyalty after all!
With endearing love for the people of Telnus.
Administrator Aurius."
A Price One Cant Afford.
by Elie White
A tiny, white-haired, pale fleshed, amethyst-eyed Arian bred and raised passion slave came to a port, held by a Master who only wished to taunt her, tease her mercilessly and never use her for months and months. Of course, over time, she found herself with other slaves in town who were not of the best influence.. and one day...
She was handed two blue balls, Bina and was told by another slave that they had fallen out of the pocket of Master Wirriam and that she should return them with haste, that they might be important. And so, the somewhat naïve girl did as her 'friend' told her and walked to him, her slender fingers unfurling to expose the two shiny blue balls in her hand. She looked up at him with innocence, for she was at that time pure, untouched, unused, unknowing of a man's touch or the feel of their body, and spoke in a soft melodic voice. "M-m-m- Master Wirriam, these have fallen out of your pocket. I am sure you would miss your blue balls."
The girl was terrified as this man of great importance, even if self-important, looked down upon her and smiled, forgiving of her words and laughed - taking it all in stride. He took the blue balls from her hand and thanked her. Then gave her one back. She was puzzled, and then her 'friend' came up to them, leaning close to the Master until he could smell paga clearly on her breath and in one fell swoop, the sweet girl was drawn into a lie that her friend told that they had both partook in the paga. The girl could not get the words out before being punished. The balls were struck from her hand and sent flying, and she was beaten with the other girl and made to hunt the balls down on her knees.
Sadly, it did not end there no! The girl was incapable of lying to her Master even though he cared little, and she told him of what had happened. He was proud of her for doing so and laughed at it but then spoke with Master Wirriam to find her proper punishment. When he returned to the Silver Strands slave house, he informed the girl that she would go to the High Magistrates' office to clean it and then his home to do the same. But she was to remain belted the entire time, and he was to have no use to what her Master coveted. Which was to the girl's great relief, at least for the moment.
Alas, it was not a good thing. The girl went to his office the following day, climbed the sills of his windows and washed each as he leered at her. Hungry, she could almost feel the heat of his wretched breath upon her flesh even though he sat at his desk. When she finished the last, her movements were always incredibly graceful and agile - as she was a fully trained dancer of the highest honour - and turned towards where he sat, she found him before her, and he drew her fiercely in and proclaimed his need for her. He could force things to happen that it was not the Ubar that controlled the city but him and that he was a far more important man. It terrified the girl; she trembled violently and felt ill at the prospect of this man being the one who would open her, the first to touch, feel, and use her. It made her sick to think and she was a passionate slave. He was suddenly called away, and as soon as he had left, she moved so quickly through the city back to the slave house that she was but a pale.
The following day she was called to his home, and as her owner bid, she went to clean. She hoped it would be the last day of it, she couldn't bear how he looked at her, it made her skin crawl, she could sense that he wasn't a good man, he was a greedy man. As she stepped into his home, he stood before his desk, leaning back against it casually, and she knew then whatever was to follow would not be good. He told her that the owner refused the sale of her, denied her use and that there wasn't enough coin in the city for the value of a girl such as her. But he allowed the use of her mouth, and that was all. She was untested, never had she even intimately touched a man. As a passion slave raised in the gardens. They never knew men even existed, never heard the depth of a booming command, the hard carved lines of the male body, the cock that swung between their legs... not once, and that is where their value lay...being exotic in other ways was a boon for her. It made her far more than just a passion slave. So to her, this was mortifying. She did as she was told and approached him. He caressed her cheek and spoke strangely to her when she asked what he wanted cleaning in his home. He said she was to clean his quill. She was puzzled and looked to his desk and saw many quills scattered about. But that was not what he referred to...no.. it was his cock she was to service.
The girl did hesitantly at first, but it seemed natural, like a fish in water, a bird in flight, and he was instantly enamoured with her. As she brought him to an orgasm that nearly toppled his desk in its ferocity, he praised the girl, promised to give her the key to his home so she may come whenever she wished, to fund her desire to dance more for he enjoyed her dancing and had watched her from his window to her balcony nearly every day. He wanted her, to possess her and promised it would happen. She was utterly repulsed by it but was polite and knew the place well. She cooed and pretended her interest was genuine if only to leave that place as quickly as possible. Finally, he let her free of her debt of payment and swore he would have her. Despite her owner rarely being there, and when he was, was too distracted by everything. Still, he protected the girl from Master Wirriam, ensured that he could not have her, and forbade her from taking the key and from being used by the man freely. He told her that the only time he could use her mouth again was at a significant cost. Master Wirriam said he could pay any, but as it were, whatever the price was told to him was not anything he could afford.
Shadow
by Isabelle Burt
It's so beautiful to have a hazy sky!
Muggy, foggy skies will never be forgotten.
Shadows lurk deep within.
It is impossible not to stop and stare at the indistinctness of blackness.
Are you shivering at the blackness?
What does it mean?
The pall of weakening resembles a deathly silence.
Now that's what I want,
The pall makes me wonder if it is miserly.
Observe the blackness,
Of all the achromatic colors, black is the most indistinct.
Is the blackness making you shiver?
Is it true?
The big dam of my generation has been destroyed,
I mourned the pall of death.
How do you feel about its hulking nature?
The sight of the pale so macro tears you apart, doesn't it?
In the shadows....
Gossip Wine
- Who said that free woman cant have fun!! Who said they have to be prim and proper!! Well culture says that, Gor says that, and I'm sure her father and mother have told her that!! But.... Seems word around the city of Brundi has it that a uncompanioned free woman is cavorting around with a man of the city. When i say cavorting i mean sleeping with, having sex, shagging. To who ever this is.... You have been noticed!!
- So seems there is this place in Telnus. A tavern. Why would a magistrate purchase a tavern. Duel casting? No.. Rumor has it that this place has some underground dungeon. My guess is that visitors getting into trouble there might just have their judge and jury laid out for them. I haven't been yet, but I'll be sure to check it out and let you all know if i hear screaming and smell blood.
- Could there be something or someone lurking in the darkness of the deep forest around Genesian Road? Ladies, keep your skirts tightly pulled against you next time you feel like taking a walk outside. Dress your slaves in woolen pants and sweaters. Rumors going around that something or someone might just be waiting for you, when you least expect it.
- The daughter of the Ubar of Brundisium finds her fate in the arms of the mere warrior. They say the union only has political nature if the warrior becomes Commander very soon. Dare or Die! Will the warrior's blood be shared? Will the warrior have to cut his hair so it is shorter than that of his companions twin brother? Only the barber will know the answer first!
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