Sitting at the Whispering Moon's panther camp, waiting for some jack-ass to show up to trade back my boy. I ended up leaving Tabuk's Ford. After my captors explained themselves, and I saw my father's true colors, I decided to stay with the Casmu savages. I'd only lived in an actual village for a few months, after being raised in the Northern Forests, so I can't say this life feels that unusual. As for the man I was waiting for, a Rarius from Haskin's decided to steal my boy. It turns out there was some OOC plotting going on, and he was linked back to my ex free companion. He lied to us in IMs, tried to sneak off somewhere else to sell Giani, and I ended up showing up on his sim in disguise to interrupt the trade. He pulled the raid bells, I called for a mod. The mod threatened to ban us for going OOC before a battle was over. There was no actual battle, since we all hit OOC the second we heard raid bells, so I called bullshit. I told them that they were violating Giani's "No forced collar" and "No rp for one hour" rules, and they threatened us some more. I pulled Giani out via TP, and the men involved are now on Casmu's ban list.
Although, there's more to this than what it seems. The night started with me being rescued by an enemy from a spike pit trap, and my boy being the one they have to restrain to medically treat for a change.
A precious gift from a slave:
My boy came to me to share something he had hidden since the day he submitted, a pendant belonging to his lost mother. After learning the identity of the man who abused him, I prepared to travel, heading far south on tarn-back to return to the jungle home of the Casmu tribe.
[22:06] Chance Blackcinder woke with a nightmare, something that was becoming all to familiar in the past few days. He read the note and stood, moving for the barracks, as he walked pulling at his middle, his sides, feeling his hips. Something was off about his body and he didn't think he liked it. He was heavier, heavier than he had ever been before. He stopped tugging his flesh when he opened the barracks door and saw the familiar tuft of blond hair and smiles, moving across the room on tip toes and kneeling, leaning on his Masters leg. "It's nice to see you walking, My Master.."
[22:20] Adder was still bandaged and heavily bruised, limping around the warriors hall and working on something. He'd dressed himself, shaven his face, and had gone to the extent of shaving a good portion of his hair and tying the rest back. Summer was coming, it was getting too hot for longer hair, especially when his grew so thick. He has a book in hand, one of maps, and piles of scrolls laying on the desk in no particular order. Hearing the soft familiar voice of his slave he turns. "There you are, mine.. We have a problem. I think.." He sighs. "We aren't going to be able to help Ryken unless I go there myself, he doesn't know anyone else well enough to willingly come home with them."
[22:22] Chance Blackcinder hums, looking around, not actually having seen the place so bustled before, even with just one person. He reaches into his pocket, clutching a dirty, mud covered pouch. He looks up and nods. "I was...thinking of going there myself. Wearing the mask, with my bow. Keeping low and calling him to me..."
[22:38] Adder saw the boy take something out of his pocket. He crouches down near him, giving the little mud covered package a brief look before his eyes met Giani's. It still hurt to move, and it was obvious, but he didn't let that stop him. He pushes the bangs back from the boy's face, playing with a strand of two, and gives him a serious look, his eyes stern. "We will disguise ourselves and go together. I will not send you alone. I'll let you get within range of calling him, and be there to defend the both of you. You are mine, and he is family."
[22:41] Chance Blackcinder looks up, hating his hair away from his face, it was his only buffer and it had been gone for so long. But his Master was different. If anyone, he was the only one aloud to really see him. He huffs a bit, clutching the little satchel in his hand, the other gripping his pants. "I know. But...you're hardly in the shaoe for it you know that.." he sighs, softly, looking down then up again. Reaching up he took his Masters hand and stuffed the dirty thing into his hand before he lost his nerve. "I know I shouldn't of hidden it from you. It was my mothers, and I've always been afraid to lose it." he fidgets a bit. "The stone glows blue in the full moon."
[22:48] Adder smiles, but the look in his pale blue eyes remains the same. Stern, stubborn, and set in his ways. He would not change his mind, it wasn't in his nature. "I know.. But I have my skill with a sword and bow to back me. I will keep you safe, you aren't going alone." Leaning forward, he places a firm kiss on the boy's lips, a hand cupping against his face. When the little muddied item was set in his hand, he eased back, carefully unwrapping it. Inside was a beautiful necklace.. It had a stone he didn't think he'd ever seen before. "It must be important to you." He looks back into the boy's eyes, rubbing his cheek.
[22:57] Chance Blackcinder hand leaned up to return the kiss, pouting a bit, pushing his lower lip out. "If you're hurt again I don't know what I'll do. Or you for that matter! Stuck in a bed for another week. You'll go mad.." he nuzzles his Masters hand and pauses, looking into the pouch at the little thing. "Mm. I had my own once, but I lost it on my travels. This one.." he pauses, remembering when he had gotten it, the look on his mothers face. "Was my mothers. She said, so long as I had it, I would always be safe." he smiles, reaching in to turn it over so the winged lizard faced them. "I thought that, maybe, from what you told me about your mother, you would be able to wear it." he fidgets, chewing his lip. "You're the only one who ever spoke of something even close to what my mother spoke of." he fidgets, averting his eyes again, not wanting to look, not wanting to have all of his feelings spelled out like a book. It was why he kept his hair in his eyes.
[23:12] Adder didn't share that part of himself often either. His mother's beliefs meant a more to him than he would ever catch on, but he kept them secret. They were forbidden gods. They were stories that could not be told in this world. Holding the necklace up, he carefully cradles the pendant in the palm of his hand, examining it. A dragon. He knew what they were. Winged Tharlarions from an Earth mythology, creatures of great power. He tilts the pewter piece, watching the gem shine with a strange luminescence, capturing light and creating a soft glow. "I will keep it safe." He promised, pulling the chain around his neck and clasping it in place. It will not leave my possession. I know what men like the initiate would think of it.. But I know the secret world where things like this come from. My mother was a barbarian slave, before she ran. I grew up hearing of her gods.. And dragons, and fairies, and angels."
[23:18] Chance Blackcinder watches the pendant as it moves, feeling an odd relaxation come over him. It had sat in the earth for so long waiting for him to come back, it hurt more knowing it was there by the pond than it would have knowing it was somewhere safe. But the idea of it leaving his sight...terrified him. It was the last moonstone he had, and he remembered what happened when it left his brothers side. "My mother was freed and companioned to my father, and though he did not like her gods and beliefs, she still held her faith and told us bed time stories about them. About the magic and.." he trails off for a moment and shakes his head. "I don't like to think about it. Makes me nervous talking about it in the open. Not since I left her behind have I even muttered the words she told me. Though honestly, the stories she told me is why I care so much for the creatures of the world. If not for her, I'd never of seen them the way I do. Might be why it's hard for me to accept that slaves are nothing too.."
[23:39] Adder picks the pendant up for one more look at the stone, the rope hanging loose from his neck. When it was set free again, it settled just above his abdomen, longer than the jewelry worn by goreans. There was a spiritual significance to it, so it wasn't made as a piece of fashion jewelry or a trinket. He imagined when he touched it that he felt an odd vibration of energy, but wasn't that all in his head? He stood, a hand in Giani's hair. "My mother had a necklace for years, Dacey wears it now. It was something with a similar purpose, and I think it brought him back to me. You're right.. These aren't things we should openly speak abut, especially not here. The initiate has ears all over the village, as you've unfortunately learned." He leaned down to kiss the boy's neck, and whispered "We can have our own secrets, the bond between a master and slave is no one else's concern." While he did not say it, his mother had deeply affected his views, and there was a secret kindness in his heart for slaves. He fallowed
[23:39] Adder (hekaterine.dagger): Gorean law, but that didn't change what he personally felt about other human beings. "We need to plan a rescue for Ryken.."
[23:44] Chance Blackcinder shivers a bit at the kiss and smiles, enjoying all of the touches and kisses, enjoying the closeness that was not stopped by a bed or blanket or tubes and bruises. It was nice to have his Master back. "Mm, I know. I have not seen him in a bit though, how much longer will we have our freedom from him?" he blinks, having spoken fully his thought rather than keeping the last part to himself. He huffs, making a mental note to think more before speaking. He sits back on his knees, reaching out to rest a hand pn his Masters boot idly. "I don't dare go near the fence they have set up, not within eye sight anyways. They jump at the simple sound of a twig snapping. If we want to get Ryken back we have to get him to come to us. Once I see him and have him at one of their gates I can pick the lock and get him out. If you hang back and use your bow to cover me in case they come after him that would be best. But we have to be ready, we might be taken all over again if we are not successful. We will need help, we're out numbered by a long shot. And we can not gone in secret someone has to know we are going else we will be stuck.."
[23:52] Adder (hekaterine.dagger) stood again, a hand resting in the boy's hair. This was how it /should/ be. Not a shaken, scared boy huddled cold at his bedside. He preferred to be active, with the boy at his boot, able to touch him easily. "He will be back in another hand.. I am afraid that his absence has shown me things I don't want to see or know. I've always known that Jacob was harsh, but not.. Ignorant. He attacks anyone who gets near me, and doesn't reason. They are going to try to kill the ones who captured me. For now.. I lied. I told them that only the blonde one was there when we were taken from the infirmary. Xavier is plotting a trap, and they plan to kill him." As for Ryken.. He frowned. "I don't know who I trust anymore. Sy, possibly.. If he isn't angry with me. Xavier saw the mark on my neck and thought we were mates. I think he told Sy his feelings on it, and he hasn't been close with me since."
[23:57] Chance Blackcinder looks away a bit, hanging his head some but not pulling away from his hand any. "Master was always like that from what I understood. He's feared by a few of the boys. But even the Blessed One is more kind at times." he sighs, the lie he had told his own Master, and his father. The dark skinned one that had raped him. He looks up, wondering if he should speak on it. Wondering if he should tell. He fidgets a bit, chewing his lip. "Maybe the Kalana will help us again? Or maybe the Master you are working for? Even just one more would be better than just the two of us."
[00:04] Adder sighs, thinking seriously for a moment. Jacob was his father, he didn't want to believe anything ill about him. Now that he had him, he wanted the chance to impress him. To make him feel proud, and to have what he'd missed in all the years of not knowing him. "I think I understand him a little better now. He is.. He can be foolish, and cruel. Very cruel. It is how Goreans are, though. How we are meant to behave. I never wanted to fault him for that." Petting Giani's hair a moment longer, he stepped back to the bookshelf. "I need to finish my job with Gage.. I won't ask anything from him before then. The outlaws.. Some of them, I trust. Not the scribe. He came to my bedside complimenting me and touching me like he would an injured slave, he makes me uncomfortable. I'm wary of him."
[00:09] Chance Blackcinder shivers at the memory of the Scribe, remembering him when he was free, and having seen him the other day in all his...terrifying glory. He relaxes a bit, watching his Master move. "I shall take solace in the fact I am not his type then. He...I am confused, My Master. Master Green and him are together, yes? Lovers? The Master Scribe came out naked, and....mm...hard when I took his boy to see him. Does the Master have callers like that all the time?" he didn't want to voice what he really thought. It was strange to him, but then furring was always a strange concept to him. It was intimate, but it could also be faceless. He didn't even know the names of some of the ones he had been with...He shivers, his stomach turning at the memories. "My Master, you have a quick anger too. And are quick to draw your weapon on those who have wronged you. But...you know how to still your hand, and think clearly. You are the perfect balance of father and mother I think. I can see the Master in you at least." he smiles.
[00:09] Chance Blackcinder: "You're better with your anger than he."
[00:30] Adder sighs and shakes his head. "I am not sure what his type is, honestly. He was rather creepy with you when you were a free, did I miss something? I never know what to think of him.." When he heard what the man was doing with his father, his blood ran cold. ".. They are sleeping together, then." It was a disgusting mental image, one he wanted to quickly erase. He didn't want to believe that the men had that much in common. "Then.. It makes more sense. He may want to stay close to me to stay close to my father, something that has nothing to do with desire. Honestly.. I find that even more disgusting. I never knew my father slept with free other than Tuloc. I imagine people without a commitment sleep with whoever the want, I wouldn't feel betrayed if I found another man in Sy's bed, but Tuloc believes their relationship is at the level of companionship. He wouldn't want this." Thinking of both of his parents.. The mother he hadn't seen in nearly three years, and his father.. His emotions settle again. Placing the book he'd been going through back on the now messy shelf, he said "Children get the good and the bad from their parents. I know I have anger, I can't help that."
[00:37] Chance Blackcinder nods as he looks up, tilting his head and frowning. "Wait, he was creepy with me? I don't remember! Everyone always was talking behind my back like I was a child! Or...apparently scheming about me!" he huffs, clutching the doll to his chest, having fished it from it's hiding spot some time the night prior while his Master slept. He sighs and shrugs. "I have seen a many person walk in and out of his home, Master. He has personal guests over a few times. When I was free I could see them come and go from my home." He shrugs, standing to follow his Master on the tips of his toes. "You do, but you also know how to curb it. You handle it." he pauses and looks away. "I too lied to the Master. But that was before..." he sighs, kneeling once more and holding the doll. "My Master, the one who grabbed me and raped me, was the one who we protected..."
[00:48] Adder looks down at the boy, a brow raised, wondering if he really needed to explain that. "Yes. He made passes at you that you seemed to ignore, and watched you with interest while you slept. He is a lecherous, irritating man with an overwhelming sex drive. I get annoyed just looking at him, he's worse than Brett.. You will never believe what my father asked me to do!" He growls, balling his fists. "Jacob asked me to accept Brett into my caste to live int he barracks and train with our warriors. I told him I would never accept it. If you're right, and as many people come and go as you say, he may well be fucking Brett. I can't see another explanation for him so adamantly defending him!" When Giani finally admitted to his rapist, Adder stopped. He stood still in his tracks, a foot or so away from Giani.. His posture rigid, his eyes livid with anger. ".. We're going to casmu."
[00:52] Chance Blackcinder frowns, trying to think of the times he had spoken to the Master Scribe. "I am well read, I can solve complicated social problems, speak my way out of most problems, but I have never, in my life time, been able to pick up on someone making passes at me. I'm starting to thin kI am flawed." it was his old voice, his old way of talking. Like his old self was having a realization. But he shrugged. "He seemed to have stopped then. He barely regarded me. Maybe he is not interested in slaves." he shrugs again. Watching his Master his stomach drops and he shakes his head, wondering if what he had said about his Masters anger was just about to be thrown under a rug. "No...no you're to injured! You can't fight and I still don't have much training with my bow!"
[01:13] Adder goes straight to the wall, despite his injuries, and starts fitting a bow to a harness. "I'm going to do something about this. Mine, I'm not letting someone abuse what belongs to /me./ Your life is in my hands, and any harm that comes to you is my own failure. I'm going to tie that son of a bitch up and hurt him just as badly as he hurt you." For the moment, he forgot about the disgusting scribe, or his slaves lack of ability when it came to sniffing out sexual predators. "If I take the tarn, travel will be easier on me."
[01:18] Chance Blackcinder stands, squaring his shoulders. "You wont! You can't! You still have a hole in your chest and you can barely walk. You're walking like I did when I first got home again!" He shooks his head, honestly panicking at the idea of being separated again. "You did not fail! And fine, if you want to cut him down then fine but at least wait until you're healed! What good is a warrior fighting if the one he is against is still intact?!" He fidgets, but holds his stance, defiant and just as hot headed, voice raising a bit. "You can't I wont...I wont let you at the dock!"
[01:35] Adder looks the boy up and down, his eyes narrowing. "I am your master." He growls. "And I am going to Casmu on tarn back to save Ryken and accept a challenge, as my codes would encourage me to do." He puts a hand under each of the boy's arms, and lifts him with a snarling grunt. It was painful, but he had the determination, and the boy probably understood that struggling would hurt him. "For your outburst, I'll tie you to the saddle and leave you in the air on the bird's back while I look for Ryken."
[01:38] Chance Blackcinder yelps when he's lifted, about to kick, scream, thrash even. But he didn't, afraid he would down his Master all over again. "No! No no no!" he was near tears now. "You'll get hurt! You'll be taken down! And then what?! I'm tied to a tarn with no hands or weapons and no way to save you or myself when the beast gets hungry! I may be good with animals My Master, but even my own Tarn was hard to handle!" he was trying to pull at his Master, pulling his pants, pulling his belt, trying to grab at his weapons, anything to distract him.
[01:44] Adder kept walking, his gorean stubborn streak making him less and less inclined to listen. He had it in his mind that this was for Giani's own good, and he wasn't likely to consider the protests of a boy who raised his voice at him. When he reached the door, he felt something wet on his shoulder, tears. That is what finally brought him to pause. "You have a choice. Something few men will give their slaves. You either watch helplessly from above while I go in for Ryken.. Or you're allowed your bow, and you'll cover for me. Chose wisely, I am calling my tarn and heading South either way."
[01:47] Chance Blackcinder hung his head, clutching his doll in one hand, the other wiping his face dry, clean. He shakes his head, but understood the tone of his Masters voice. "I'll get my bow.." his voice was cracked, pained. He was terrified, and not of a few Casmus. The last week had been such hell for him. He sniffles. "I'll cover you.."
[01:52] Adder crouches, carefully letting the boy to the ground again. He attempts to clean the tears from the boy's face, or at least help in the effort, and kisses his forehead. "I'll be outside with the tarn. It's the red one I normally ride, Garuda. He has a fierce temperament, walk with your shoulders tall and head high near him. Anything small, he thinks of as prey." He remembered fighting Petal out of the bird's claws once. She was unharmed, but traumatized. "Good boy. Please.. Trust me."
[01:54] Chance Blackcinder nods more, lip trembling, letting a few more sniffles go beofre taking a deep breath, heading for the barracks stairs and up. He had kept it hidden under one of the beds, wrapped in old blankets to keep it hidden, afraid it would be taken from him like his doll had. Collecting it and tying the belt around his waist, making sure it was secure before heading back down. He cleans his face one last time until he was sure it was dry and steps outside..
[02:08] Adder steps outside, taking the small brass whistle from his belt. He brings it to his lips and sounds it, and a cry can be heard from the tarn cot above the housing area. Garuda circles above them for a moment, his black and red wings looking like a shadowed bloodstain in the sky. The tarn circles down, landing with a gust of air and the beating sound of wings ripping the air. It screeches and snaps it's beak irritably, having an unspoken exchange with his rider. It could smell the injuries, and didn't want to be mounted by a weakened man. Adder walked over to it boldly, just as foolish and stubborn as the damned bird, and mounted the saddle despite the creature's attitude. He ties some traps from the saddle to his waist, and reaches an arm down for the boy to help him up.
[02:09] Chance Blackcinder watches his Master and the bird, raising a brow, before snickering softly. "Oh fun. There are two of my Master in this world. And one happens to be man eating." he sighs, stepping over and taking his Masters hand, never having been the second rider of a tarn before.
[01:40] Chance Blackcinder stands on his toes to peek over his Master, not paying as much attention to his surroundings as he would have on a good day, but he was to tired to bother, thinking the infirmary safe.
[01:41] Nahuel (adrianpierce) leaps around the divider suddenly, unleashing an earsplitting cry to disorient whoever was standing behind it before unleashing hell.
[01:41] GM 4.43 ~ AdrianPierce Resident hit you with Primus Arrow 3.5 (20%) - strike type: arrow ~
[01:41] GM 4.43 ~ AdrianPierce Resident hit you with Primus Arrow 3.5 (20%) - strike type: arrow ~
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[01:41] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] draws closer, this toes barely making nose as he skips across and starts shooting
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[01:41] GM 4.43 ~ Ossy Portocarrero hit you with EZ1<arrow-novo2.0>9-L (20%) - strike type: arrow ~
[01:41] GM 4.43 ~ AdrianPierce Resident hit you with Primus Arrow 3.5 (20%) - strike type: arrow ~
[01:41] GM 4.43 ~ Ossy Portocarrero hit you with EZ1<arrow-novo2.0>9-L (20%) - strike type: arrow ~
[01:41] GM 4.43 ~ AdrianPierce Resident hit you with Primus Arrow 3.5 (20%) - strike type: arrow ~
[01:45] Adder (hekaterine.dagger) opens his eyes with a groan.. He can hardly breath, still, and the pain killers were fading.Just the rise and fall of his chest were enough to make his ribs burn. He tries to move, and feels resistance.. Bound. His ankles and wrists were still secured to the bedposts. he turns his head to look for Ash, Xavier, anyone familiar.. And then hears a shout. Hardly realizing what had hit him, he'd out cold in a matter of ihn.
[01:48] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] sheaths his bow, panting loudly as he grabs a rope from his arm, and moves to the boy behind the bed, grabbing the boys hands, and pulling them behind his back. He ties the ripe around many times, and binds a tough knot.
[01:48] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] sees that it's a slave, with a collar, and frowns, leaving him with just his arms so he can walk on his own... he pats him down quickly for weapons.
[01:49] Nahuel (adrianpierce) realizes he's already broken the only pick he thought to bring along, and frowns down at the chained warrior. Hmm... *Can you unlock these, brother? I'm not sure why, but this Akicita's brothers saw fit to bind him to this bed.*
[01:49] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] props the boy up against the wall, after finding none, and leaves him there for a moment, looking to Nahuel and his captive... who was... sick in bed?
[01:50] Chance Blackcinder had not been expecting the attack at all, and went down with an ease that would anger him when he wakes. He leans limp on the wall.
[01:50] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] nods, and pulls a lockpick from his beaded hair, as he licks the end, and grabs for the man's leg cuff, jamming it in and starting to twist it around...
[01:51] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] mutters at Nahuel *This will take a moment... keep the boy down... search him better...*
[01:51] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] hears a nice satisfying click, as the first cuff is undone, and moves to the second, climbing over the wounded body, and straddling his legs, to do a similar process, stab, twist, grumble... snick...
[01:52] Chance Blackcinder as he wakes he feels his head throb, looking up to catch sight of a mess of blonde hair he frowns, seeming to know the face but not recalling from where. He looks to the bed and sees his Master. "W-Wait! He's injured don't hurt him!" he becomes a bit frantic, trying to lift himself up to get to his Master.
[01:53] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] does his best to crawl above the male, without sitting on the bandaged areas... as he pulls him to try and get him off the bed... two more cuffs, he lets out what sounds like obcenities, even in a foreign language, and gets to work on a wrist cuff, twisting into the lock.
[01:53] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] mutters at Nahuel *... hes awake... gag him... before the alerts the others!*
[01:53] Nahuel (adrianpierce) shrugs and moves around the bed, approaching the unconscious boy with a puzzled frown. Search him better? He only had on the pair of trousers. Well, off they went! The savage advanced toward the slave and pulled him back down to the floor, and then seized his pant legs and tugged them clean off his body. He balled them in his hands before tossing them away.
[01:54] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] heard a sharp noise, as his pick broke... he wasn't the most elegant lock picker... he muttered, and reached for a lockpick from his thigh, and tried again, attempting more delicacy, as he moved as quickly as he could, finally hearing another soft snick.
[01:54] Chance Blackcinder lets out a shriek, trying to kick at the stranger grabbing his pants, trying to get free of the grip, failing, and watching in horror as his only means of clothing were tossed aside.
[01:54] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] grumbles *why would they tie their own man up...*
[01:56] Nahuel (adrianpierce) nods at his brother and then aims a glare of warning down at Chance. "Scream and I'll choke the life out of you... Keep quiet, and we'll let the other one live."
[01:56] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] grabs the other arm, and pulls it as close as he can, sliding the lockpick in, and groping at the cuff with annoyance, twisting the lock into place....
[01:58] Adder (hekaterine.dagger) doesn't wake, even as the cuffs that had been pulling his arms back uncomfortably over his head for the past day and a half were finally undone. The panicked shriek doesn't seen to register, and he lays lifeless as the remaining two cuffs are picked. When he's rolled over, a bit of blood drips from his lips. Not an alarming amount, but enough to show that something wasn't quite right.
[02:00] Nahuel (adrianpierce) loops a length of rope through the boy's collar link, and fashions a rudimentary leash. *Let's leave while we still can, brother.*
[02:00] (GM)Bindings: AdrianPierce Resident loosens Chance Blackcinder's feet allowing them to walk.
[02:00] Chance Blackcinder whimpers softly as he watches his Master, thrashing more in his binds. "Please! He's hurt he's really hurt! His ribs are not right, Masters please!" He was panicking heavily, looking he might cry.
[02:01] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] grumbles, seeing the blood *... we picked the worst one to kidnap...* he slides off the bed, and grabs the mans hips, pulling him off the bed and slinging him over his shoulder with a grunt.
[02:01] Nahuel (adrianpierce) gives the slave's leash a harsh tug to try and silence him. "Move."
[02:02] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] blinks *wait... I dont know where I am going*
[02:02] Nahuel (adrianpierce) sighs and jerks his head in the opposite direction. *I will lead.*
[02:02] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] growls * told you to gag him...* offers a gag to Nahuel to get the deed done
[02:03] Nahuel (adrianpierce) takes the length and cloth of swiftly wraps it around the slave's mouth, tying it off securely. *Those damn... whatever those are... are making a lot of noise as it is.* He pointed at the boy's feet.
[02:03] Chance Blackcinder was tugging at the rope best he could, dragging his feet back. Everyone he knew that could help was asleep or gone. He whimpers, still preparing to raise his voice and scream...
[02:03] Chance Blackcinder tries to bite the hand before he was gaged, and failed, grumbling and growling through the thing.
[02:03] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] barks *we don't have time for this right now...*
[02:05] Nahuel (adrianpierce) turns and envelops the boy suddenly in a bear hug, and lifts him clear of the ground as they approached the docks. The hunter then heaved the Inahan unceremoniously into their canoe.
[02:06] Chance Blackcinder tries to scream through the gag, thrashing hard, though he was tiny and thin and far from a strong fighter, he tried to rock himself even.
[02:06] ƟʂʂƔ (ossy.portocarrero) [Isanna] steps into the canoe carefully, unlike his brother, and set the man down on the bottom, as he climbed in himself and sat down *home... now... I don't know how long this one will last*
Someone out there has it out for me. I woke up in the morning, still strapped to the bed, thinking I would be stuck there for the next three days. What was lurking around the infirmary? A pair of Casmu savages. What did they want? A few captives. One threw me over his shoulder, and my broken ribs punctured a lung. What fallowed after that was an odd, incredibly painful surgery without anesthetics, followed by being bound to another bed. They got Giani as well, but he doesn't seem to be hurt.So far, they haven't told me what they expect to get out of this.
One of the most complete learning tools for Gorean RPers. This site is put together in-character by a scribe RPer who has read all of the books, and rped in Gor for years. There's a good ten years worth of writing here, and most Gorean grid RPers on Secondlife have at least read the essays relating to their caste/character type.
What is Gor, to begin with? A campy long-running sci-fi series with over 30 books under it's belt. Despite a LOT of criticism, and arguably offensive content, the world-building skills of the author have turned what may have been nothing more than a trashy piece of pulp fiction into a roleplay environment that has grown and thrived. In the fanbase, you will find everything from people who see it as merely source material for their RP, to die-hard fans. As the roleplay universe becomes more main-stream, people who might have never even heard of Norman are looking for ways to understand his work well enough to RP it. That is where essays like these come in. If you've ever been curious about Gor, even if you're not considering IRC or Secondlife RPing, this is a good way to take a peak into the world.
