Small Isle near Port Kar Tambur Gulf, in hands of the Black Compass Trading Company.
Sourcing the mundane and necessary along with the exotic and rare.If you need something we can get it…for a price of course.
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[2025/05/30 08:23] Asha Blackwood (asha.dufaux): /me laughs “Good morning Captain”.. as she spills her mug of blackwine and brushes it off her dress, flashing a smile to him and Silas “Good morning to you too Sir.. good to see you both in camp. The Selnar Initiate was hear looking over our tent and camp….” arches a brow slightly.
[2025/05/30 08:25] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would dip his head to Asha and gave her that dazzling smile. He would listen and his brow arched in surprise “Missing a slave … I am sure.” he replied with a hint of sarcasm. “good I haven’t taken her here.” he replied. Of course it was unsure if the man searched for the slave he stole but still. The fact he had been able to rob them from one gave him that satisfaction clearly when he had not been able to attend the raid.
[2025/05/30 08:27] Harry Horchester: /me raised his brow hearing Asha, “The Initiate of Selnar, the one who presided over the burning of the disabled Torvie woman is here? That should make for some rather entertaining few days.” He would look to Mel, then turned to Ivy instead, hell bent on making the Free Women serve him as they seemed to have a particularly easy life in the South, “Please bring me some mead dear lady.”
[2025/05/30 08:30] Ivy Rose (buddafly.sweetwater): ‘Just staying behind some while looking about, upon spotting the port kar tent all though it would be soon for her to find a place to lay down and rest those feet, it has been a long travel. Her gaze turned to him with a slight twitch in the eye. Was he joking, surly he was as she wondered off into the tent to look for a spot to find sleep, the mead would be coming late to him’
[2025/05/30 08:30] Asha Blackwood (asha.dufaux): /me shifting slightly as a smile teases at the corner of her lips hearing of his capture of slave “Perhaps he was in search of her.. he looked around, under the table then departed quickly. What are your plans for her if I may ask? “. Casting her gaze to Harry hearing the tone of his voice and nods slowly “Aye that be the one I would expect in his official robes..” giving a wink to Ivy as the Captain orders his drink.
[2025/05/30 08:32] Harry Horchester: /me turned to Ivy as he changed his mind, “Actually, I am going to have a look around and meet some of the people before I have mead.” he said, waving off her desire for mead.
[2025/05/30 08:39] Harry Horchester: /me looked at the chaotic seen as men and women were filing into the Thing-Fair. Of course Harry’s took in all that he could see, though his attention was more focused on the women. He grinned and raised his brow at the sight of the lovely ladies and then turned to Silas, Asha, “I am enjoy this place” a grin on his face
[2025/05/30 08:41] Asha Blackwood (asha.dufaux): /me cants her head slightly hearing of the girl’s new life, intaking a soft breath then smiles “Well men of Kar are fearless and daring.. I would think Selnar will be losing more than one slave and a bridge before the war is done…” then adding “.. if she is to be sold I believe Captain Magnus is going to hold a auction in Kar soon.. he might add her to the roster of slave flesh for a little coin if you have interest.” Noting Harry’s words she slips a small laugh “Aye a man’s eye you have ..” noting his attention drawn to the women rising for the day and arriving at camp seeking their tents for some rest.
[2025/05/30 08:44] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me did too study and would see if there were those that he wished to meet and those he might have to avoid. As a pirate he wasn’t always on the best sides of others. “I will tell my quartermaster of the auction. Knowing him he wants the girl to be in the best of shape – the reputation of the Black Compass Trading Company is at stake of course.” he replied.
To Harry he chuckled having seen his gaze “I doubt a warning would be needed. The woman of the North .. they are a special breed.” he whispered. “Fierce and firm. The climate seems to toughen them up.” he added quietly as he wriggled his brow. Surely this was code for something else.
[2025/05/30 08:45] Eira Brown-pelt (emma.huntsman): /me called out to the boys as they went running off, “Make sure you don’t go far!” They were gone long before the words left her mouth, and she shook her head. Her brows drew together, as she needed to see to their safety, but that would be impossible if they were off to explore. Without warning, the youngest came running back to give her a hug, “We’ll find your Papa for you and let him know you’re here!” Eira sighed and ruffled his hair, “Go on, then. Make sure your brother stays out of trouble.” The aroma of food eminating from the tent nearby drew her closer. She nodded at those standing closest, but made her way into the tent.
[2025/05/30 08:49] Harry Horchester: /me nods to Silas and Asha, “Get settled. We will go out and meet others here at the Fair soon. I am particularly interested in seeing the Selnarians if they have indeed brought the Initiate here and see how they explain the burning of the Torvie woman, that too a handicapped woman for not renouncing her faith in Odin…………..interesting times.” he said as he headed into the tent to put away a few things
[2025/05/30 08:51] Asha Blackwood (asha.dufaux): /me smile broadens hearing Silas talk of the northern women as a slight blush crosses her features. She was born of the north and raised in Kar.. toughened by steel and chaos instead of the climate but she took it as a compliment, then to Silas ‘Seems he means to start a little skirmish with Selnar while we are here.. this could be interesting…” her words trail off .. then watching the Captain leave on his quest for mead she was certain.
[2025/05/30 08:53] Eira Brown-pelt (emma.huntsman): /me grabbed a quick nibble and saw the bottle on the table. She picked it up, “Hmm. Someone must have had some surgical tools to get that inside.” Setting it back down, she went off to find her boys. Hopefully, their father hadn’t joined the Selnar delegation.
[2025/05/30 08:55] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would watch how Harry headed into the tent. The story too was quite unsettling and for sure the act of the selnar’s initiate would be talk in the North. Would they have the balls to show up here after such. “In truth … my lady … It is simply watch how things unfold. The action of the initiate surely will not fall well in the North when these men learn of such. And here we are – watching the show.” he suggested.
He would step beside her as to close the distance. His tone became more low as to have it more private “Surely it wouldn’t hurt to have the story out here. These Northern men are quite protective of their Gods and their women. And would such not benefit us grand ?” he smiled smoothly – clearly it wasn’t a first he had instigated matters and simply watched how it unfold.
[2025/05/30 08:59] Asha Blackwood (asha.dufaux): /me laughs softly hearing his words as he nears nodding in agreement “Aye.. the northerns would not take well to the initiate spreading his lies among those of Odin. It surprising he is so bold to appear without a guard… or 5… ” arching a brow leaning more towards him “.. perhaps a rumor may reach the ears of all the northern camps of the burning of a northern woman… ” a small smile creeping across her lips as the idea forms, “Camp slaves could easily spread such true tales…..”
[2025/05/30 09:03] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me loved the way the woman was thinking “By sure. It is their nature to be pleasing and who does not enjoy a good story ?” he replied to her. His blue eyes scanning the area as to see if their conversation was as discrete as he hoped it to be. The voices of others drifted to his ears, but nothing really was telling him a story. So in that he ensured himself theirs wasn’t either.
“Now for a a first I regret not having a personal slave.” he replied. “surely the girl would already be up for the task.” he shared. He would look over his shoulder. Most often he felt himself cornered by them, but the North showed already different in that regard.
[2025/05/30 09:08] Asha Blackwood (asha.dufaux): /me casts a look about for her own slaves then back to Silas “I do have a few that love to tell tales… leave it to me Sir…” her smiles flashing conspiratorially. Noting his furtive looks cast about, he was a man used to watching his back .. and what happened around him… “I will get word back to you when the deed is complete. ” casting her look around as well then continues “I will go awaken the girls and see what can be done… until we speak again. Be well to you Sir…” casting him a smile.. an attractive man that was focusing on his goals.. something she appreciated.
[2025/05/30 09:11] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me smiled easy and would dip his head in a manner that showed some sophistication. Not because he was brought up that way – but he came about. Was of course the one to find those special things that others desired. An Ubar chamber or a dark den filled with scoundrels.
“Excellent.” he replied as he would move his finger to his head as to salute her. He had picked up the words of another speaking of Northern men gathering near the tent of the initiate. He would indeed go take a look – just to test the waters so to speak.
[2025/05/30 09:12] Dace Emrys (arodace.writer): /me raised both of his hands. “And neither are mine,” he turned to Oskar, granting him a respectful nod. “Ah I should have brought a scribe with me for this. I know not the laws, gentlemen. But if you were to present yourself to the Sardar, in the En’Kara Fairs, no one would refuse you. Let us come to an understanding here. You need not be happy with Varkus’ presence, but neither will we desist. Bold is the ahn in which we would dare to violate the trusted laws of either of our customs.” He paused, lowering his hand and then turned to Rorik. “You are always welcome to meet us in the colourful tents of the En’Kara. But when it comes to us taking umbrage on faith alone, practice within thy respective cities. Then we will be at peace. In the meantime, if any of you play Kaissa, I would deign to challenge you in the Torvaldsland rules.”
[2025/05/30 09:13] Baby Bunny: Josefina felt blessed. Felt cleansed! And whilst she was only a woman, and not privy to the secrets of the initiates, she knew one thing for certain. ” Odin isn’t real! He can’t bless anyone! I’m sure there are many physicians about that could help. You know… With the delusions. ” Josefina tapped the side of her head for emphasis, basically calling them all nuts.
[2025/05/30 09:13] Aric Edricsson (orionbound): /me moved to step between the other northman and the initiate as he had moved over. He put a hand up between him and Varkas trying to convey to not step closer.” No need to further antagonize anyone.. let’s just all enjoy the time of no blood being drawn save for in the contests that call for it.”
[2025/05/30 09:13] Sidra (doll.starchild): Padlock pussy princess continued to evade the great firey circle in the sky, having edged her way under the shade of the tent’s entry yet not getting in the way of those who might come and go. Her gaze flicked over with interest as Deimos appeared. “my Mistress is here somewhere Master.” the words offered with a slow respectful nod, taking time to listen as Arodace spoke. The ire raising and tension to the air had her in suspense.
[2025/05/30 09:14] Elizabeth Hollyberry (rainbow.pawprint): /me having awoken on the ship telling the ship guards to guard the sleeping daughters she would have made her way to find people when she did she heard arics voice as her brows would furrow woundering what was going on
[2025/05/30 09:17] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me had become curious for number of reasons. He picked up the words Dace and studied the guardsman. Surely the interest of the men of Selnar was voiced without the consideration of the customs and beliefs of those of the North.
“I had expected more diplomacy of the men of Selnar.” he shouted. “To throw a man such as him before these Northern men after what he is done. It is a slap in the face !” he added.
Quickly moving behind others so not many would know it was him that had shouted the words – so he hoped.
[2025/05/30 09:18] Óskar Vilulf (shadowstalker): /me Finally lowers his pipe ignoring a woman that calls of things she doesnt know “We followed my brother to your tend we have not moved from the outskirts… yet your.. priest moves closer to us and I must say he stinks like a woman in the baths.” Looking from one to the other of the people “no weapons have been drawn but we see where you are and you should keep your priest in check. Honestly.. we care not who you follow… do not bring your religion here at our festival. Do not use ancient laws to try and wheedle your way inside, that descrated the thing and all it means. DO NOT let him spread his oils on good northern soil, soil we honour as life. It is not much we ask. But knowing that man burns good northerners on pyres in Selnar. WIll not be accepted. He does not leave your tents.”
[2025/05/30 09:19] zCS: /me Arodace Writer rolled 44 (100).
[2025/05/30 09:19] zCS: /me Melchior Wardell rolled 75 (100).
[2025/05/30 09:19] Rorik Vilulf (hassanasad): Rorik’s eyes narrowed as Varkas approached, that thin, polished smile doing little to mask the stink of arrogance beneath his robes, As he stepped forward approaching them, Rorik’s jaw clenched, voice low and cutting like ice on steel. “Spare me your blessings, They have no welcome here” He spat the words like venom. “You speak of peace with the same tongue that once praised the burning of our kin, and yes it has reached here, you would be daft to think it would not. You dress like a priest, but walk like a colonizer…unarmed or not, your presence alone is a provocation, and those who swarm to coddle you and protect you only further illustrate it. You insult us further by daring to offer your gods’ favor upon me or my kin, as if I would bow to your Priest-Kings or carry your mark.” His hand gestured sharply toward the earth beneath their boots. “This land belongs to Torvaldsland. To our gods. To the blood and bone of our people, not soft tongues wrapped in silk. You wish us a blessed day?”
He laughed, short and joyless. “Keep your blessings. They’re worth less than the air you wasted speaking them.” Then his gaze shifted to Dace…firmer now, not hateful, but unrelenting. “You speak of understanding, southerner, and I see no weapon in your hands, nor heat in your words. That I respect. But do not ask us to meet in the shade of your tents when you trample our hearth. You ask us to play Kaissa in peace while he” he gestured sharply at Varkas “walks like he already owns the board. That is not peace. That is mockery.” He stepped back, his eyes cold as the northern seas.
“You are not barred from this land because of the nature of this gathering and that alone as a true man of these lands i am required to respect. But nor are you welcome when you forget yourself in it. Walk it like a guest, not a prophet.” Then, quieter, deadpan leaning in towards Dace: “And if you do play Kaissa, I hope you lose. Badly.”
[05:55] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) had been firm with his hand upon her upper arm. The crew of his ship had been cheering as they noticed his prize. Surely it was just at random but to make a point. Any captain of Port Kar could still manage to get a prize from Selnar.
Keen eyes upon the woman as he took her on his beloved Stormcrow. His crew (NPC) were licking their lips in anticipation. It wouldn’t be a first he would throw a slave at their feet for their pleasure.
But this time he paused as she faced him while the ship started to depart. “Seems this is your lucky day.” his voice held that accent of Kar. Dark and mysterious and with that hint of charm.
[05:59] Svein: Pssshhtttt … Do you have anything I need to know?
[06:01] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) didn’t stumble as she was pulled along. She’d lived her whole life with short legs, so this wasn’t the first time she had to race to keep up whilst in a tight grip.
She looked over her shoulder more than once as if a look alone could raise the dead. She didn’t miss her previous owner quite in the way folks miss people, but she missed the ‘known’ that was him. She understood him and that life.
This, this was beyond what she knew and to stay alive she always preferred to deal in knowns.
She looked up at him, not in a flirty way, but in an assessing way. It would be clear to any who were watching that she was assessing. Not just him, but the situation. Would working up the crew be to her advantage? She’d thought so. until she heard the jeers…
No, it was clear this man, this unknown, was the only option. “Master, lucky is in the eye of the beholder.” Her accent marked her as northern-born and her frankness, while previously thought as a strength, is now just part of who she is.
[06:01] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): walks out on deck and spies Silas with a new catch…”how come you by this exotic beauty”?
[06:05] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) had this smile upon his features. A smile of a man that often got what he wanted. If not given than by enforcing it. He was charming but there was this edge to him. A dangerous one. Most that rubbed him the wrong way were no longer able to speak of it. Either by the loss of their tongues or their lives.
As she assessed him – so did he – He could see that she wasn’t one in a dozen. His eyes travel over her shameless as he did so. When Portus came up he laughed “A prize from Selnar .. just to prove a point.” he shared with Portus “She is not for me – she already served the purpose.” he explained “I guess she is yours to sell or keep.” he stated as he would try to grip her chin as to lock his eyes with hers. Wanting to get into the deepness of her eyes as if secrets were to be had.
[06:09] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): walks closer to examine the goods….testing the silkiness of her hair…the softness of her skin….”well it would seem you got the better of the deal my friend….i will see how to get the most from her when we get tp shore and i have had her examined…but there are many places in need of a good bond…..we may even see how she looks in silks”
[06:10] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) didn’t fight the grip. She’d been long trained that going with what was wanted was the way forward. She wasn’t as soft as a southern girl but even bonds knew when to push and when to be still.
She unflinchingly met his gaze. She’d survived her owner… well, previous owner as death has a way of doing that. She knew what he was and knew what he’d done to ‘train’ her. And knowing this, there’s not a lot she feared other than the unknown. And this was very much unknown.
She listened to them talking over her head, about how she looked, like she was nothing more than a sack of grain to be weighed and sold. She couldn’t turn her head to look at the other man as she was in this one’s grip, but he’d see her bitting her lip in an effort to keep another smart-quip from coming out.
The touches made her eyes squint in a flinch, that alone giving away how she felt about the proceedings.
[06:15] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) could see something about her. Something that reminded him of someone. For a moment he paused and looked at Portus “Do you remember that story about how you met your mate ?” he asks him. “This one .. she has this look … ” he would push her chin towards Portus so he could assess the gaze. “That gaze of – a – girl that is trained in the more darker and cruel side of our world.” he mused.
He grinned as he would now push her more forward to Portus so he could take her from his hands.
“A shame … I liked a feisty girl.” he called out. His crew (npc) were cheering once more. “One that kicks and screams and eventually begs for more.” he laughs. He would turn to Portus again “I am sure with your talent you can have her less docile ?” he teased his right hand.
[06:19] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): looks with surprised interest at his words….”if you are correct then we have a prize indeed…she will need to be tested of course….disciplined ……but i think we would be unwise to merely sell her to turn a profit….there may be more to gain by using her talents
[06:22] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) took a step to correct would would have been a stumble as she was pushed towards the man who’s gaze she was directed, by grip, to lankd on. She was still silent, but her face showed first a raised eyebrow about the ‘look’ and then schooled again in to being relaxed features… well, relaxed is what she hoped her features were saying.
When the crew jeered her shoulders hunched just a fraction before she relaxed them again. She knew anything more would give him, and the crew, what they wanted and she wasn’t about to do that.
Her heart sped up just a fraction when the man in front of her mentioned training as she still say visions of her previous training in her sleep, but again, she tried her best to keep her face impassive. Reacting doesn’t keep bonds alive, her previous Master drummed this in to her.
She locked eyes with the new man as if she were trying to assess if being sold would be her best option or not being sold. The jury was out on that one.
[06:25] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) shrugged slightly. He wasn’t sure – just as he wasn’t truly completely in the know of the mate of Portus. But that she had her uses and was well reviewed was clear. He respected the woman and their children. It was not for nothing he trusted Portus and his mate with the company.
He would walk back to the wheel as to take control of it. “Tell me, girl. What is it that they called you ? Please tell me that one of those bastards in Selnar is crying himself in sleep now you are missing.” he laughed again. Surely not taking himself too serious and yet …
[06:29] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): keeps the woman close at my side….all information useful in it’s time but for now stored fr use later…looking with an experienced and expert eyes already wondering if the furs or fields may be the best…..waits to see how she answers when asked her name
[06:31] Bjorn: called out “Show the tits !!”
[06:32] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) wached him walk to the wheel and when he asked the question, she considered her words for a moment before she answered.
She answered his first question easily, after all, what’s in a name? “Ophelia, Master. It was given to me in the North and my Jarl… ah, Master, declared that it should be kept.”
She paused a long two beats before continuting her answer as if everything was riding on her next words. Even in death she knew she must be true to his training. “He doesn’t cry, Master. Not that I’m aware of. Perhaps he rather misses his clothes being washed or his meals being served.”
She looked at the man at the wheel as if that should be a good enough explanation. After all, dead men don’t eat… so it wasn’t like she was lying outright.
Her head turned from the man at the wheel to the man now gripping her. She waited another long beat before she spoke more, knowing that the man at the wheel would like to know someone is sad yet probably without much context “Yes, I’m sure he is sad… Because now he will have to shift for himself.”
She gave a little nod, just a tiny movement, as if she’d delivered enough words to give him what he wanted.
[06:32] Svein: laughs and clapped “Yes … show her tits !!! Tell them how heavy as we wagered !”
[06:35] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) laughs as his crew (NPC) called out. He shook his head “Men !” he called out. “That is to Portus to decide.” he jested as he gave him that wink. “The sea breeze might not be the spot for such pleasantries.” he added.
As the girl spoke he tried to speak her name and how it rolled over his tongue. “Such a name would fit a slave in the pleasure gardens of an Ubar.” he jested.
He would steer his wheel as he would see the dock of their little isle and the dock.
[06:37] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): grins to the crew “no tits today my friends but the mead shall flow as we get on dry land….a profitable journey to be sure”
[06:40] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) darted her eyes sharply to the men who were shouting out the jeers. She studied their faces as if she were comitting them to memory. It was a bad habit…
The man who held her would feel her slowly release a pent up breath, however, when it became clear she’d be keeping her leathers on. She took note of the promises of mead, however, because the last thing she wanted to deal with was a bunch of drunk and gropey sailors.
She’d been to Ubar, indeed lived there for some time, but did not let her face reflect, or so she hoped, that she knew the place. “I cannot speak as to the origin of my name, Master, as I’m sure it was just pulled from a hat when I was born.”
[06:45] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would direct his men to see that the ship would be docked properly. The ropes out to find the small sloop so they would get to solid ground.
“There are some items in those crates that need to be taken to the storage too.” he commanded. It was clear that his crew did not question, argue or debated the mans directions or commands. One might wonder what made these pirates so compliant.
Silas would look at the girl once more. His assessment about her was on the fence. Clearly there was far more to her than meets the eye. But he always enjoyed a good mystery. “Will you grab her over your shoulder Portus … or shall I ?” he suggests as they made it to solid ground. ((moving through the mirror))
[06:46] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “she is slight enough for me to lift”…..heaves her over his shoulder and walks to my office
[06:47] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) can’t help the grunt as she’s shifted over and lands shoulder into gut… This day just isn’t improving.
[06:50] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) followed as they came upon the familiar dock. Breathing int he air of the farm as he looked out over that small part of solid soil that is his.
[06:50] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “welcome to your new home however temporary girl…I would have you examined so you are no threat to any …i will leave you in my mates clinic so she can examine you when ready”
[06:52] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) gave a little jump when she hit the floor, just like she was flexing to land a good landing. “Yes, Master.” She looked around to orient herself as she was led to the clinic”
[08:27] Crow (melchior.wardell) would dip his head “Forgive me for letting you wait.”
[08:30] Fʀᴀnzɪᴀ (redwinelovah) sensual strokes legs moved in a slow unison of the Master Crow’s as she followed. A blush stained her cheeks that illuminated her cheek a suble glow to an added little moment left in silent as she took her place nearside the two Masters then” Master may i get you wine?” as if she knew to ask, knowing Him with out fear. Her voice a sultry whisper of honeytones and her gaze drifted to Guru as well, if he would also wish to undertake with the allowance of the Killer in session.
[08:32] Guru (sagscor) stood in the tent, his expression steady, his thoughts focused as he awaited the moment when Crow would approach. The air around him seemed to hold a sense of anticipation, the quiet before the storm. His eyes briefly flickered toward Franzia, sensing the subtle energy she radiated, before returning to the ever-still figure of Crow. As Crow and Franzia drew closer, his posture didn’t shift, but his gaze sharpened with a quiet resolve. He gave them a nod of acknowledgment, a simple but respectful gesture to show he recognized their presence and the gravity of the moment. His voice, when it finally came, was clear and direct.
“Its not a bother at all. My intentions are clear, I seek your guidance on how to proceed. I understand the ways of the assassin are not taken lightly. So, tell me—what steps must I take to prove myself worthy of your teachings? What must I endure to walk the path you follow?” He paused, his gaze unwavering as he looked between Crow and Franzia, waiting for their response, for some sign that the journey he sought would indeed begin. His tone was not one of impatience but of quiet determination, fully aware of the rigor and challenge that would lie ahead. He nods to Franzia “If the man is in mood for one” he said with a smile.
[08:38] Crow (melchior.wardell) would give Franzia a gesture that she would need to step away and collect their wine. But than without warning he would try to attempt to hook the man to his left jaw. The strength considerable when one understood the physical fitness of Crow. In his craft such was essential. Very much depended on this very moment. Would he succeed and hit the man ? If he hit him what would the man do ? Every action had consequences and as Crow now knew the man needed something from him he held the upper hand.
He doubted the man would want to fight him. For such would already be a red flag. Since would a man truly get what he wanted by letting his emotions get the better of him?
Still Crow was no fool and would stand in the ready for what might come. As ever accepting what would come his way.
[08:40] Fʀᴀnzɪᴀ (redwinelovah) watched the gesture of he Master and turned away moving towards the place of safety…the hypnotic entice of hips that drew the eyes of men, distraction, torment in the very steps she took. The pathway taken she found the bar, grabbing with a reach over, was the one of the wine bottles, one not marked for death, but amused as it was perhaps even Master Dimitri’s brand. After all, she had seen it far and wide, even as far as Telnus. The bottle, two empty glasses and a damsel in motion was on the return, one hand held both glasses by the stem.
[08:45] Guru (sagscor) He gets hit in the face, he raised his hand up but it slides off his elbow and hits him afterall, he did not touch his face, but kept his gaze on Crow, his voice was low, steady, but filled with an unyielding determination as he addressed Crow. His words came with the weight of someone who had carefully thought about this path, someone who understood that seeking the training of an assassin was not simply a matter of skill, but of transformation. “I have come to understand that the path I seek is not one of mercy or ease.” He nodded once to Franzia, acknowledging her presence without distraction, but his full attention remained on Crow, awaiting the next instruction. “Must be a test”, he grins. His words hung in the air, carrying the promise of dedication and sacrifice. There was no arrogance in his tone—only the cold, hard clarity of a man ready to embrace the deadly art that Crow wielded with mastery. Ofcourse he was angry as he was hit, however he maintained his cool, as he was a seasoned warrior.
[08:51] Crow (melchior.wardell) had this natural carelessness about him and yet nothing was simply there. Things were calculated, addressed in his mind. As if he was in this movie that would be played before it truly happened. Weighing options and outcomes and to see which would benefit him most. So when he spoke of a test he simply nodded “Yes a first of many if you truly wish to walk the path. A path only one out of ten seems to overcome alive.” he stated matter of factually.
“Many think that being a killer is about being at the other end of the pointy thing and while that is true … it is about many other things too.” he shared cryptic. “I do not waste my time to those that feel themselves bigger than a simple slap in the face. Since that is the least they will have to face.”
He would now indicate Franzia to offer them both wine. “I can see you gave this thought. Tell me why it is that you came to me, now?”
[08:52] Fʀᴀnzɪᴀ (redwinelovah) stayed upon the safety lines. No need to throw herself to the mix of men at testing their back and forth, skills. She twitched to hear the connect of a fist to flesh, but seemingly moved with the same tenature of supple grace, affected. The cork of the bottle was popped by the soft of velvet lips and poured into one glass, then another with the tilt of the bottle only halfway filled in each. She placed the bottle off to the side then, using one hand to gather each glass by the stem. swirling one and bringing to her nose to smell its bouquet with a flush of delight to curb her senses. An indraw, and then a slighted taste to ensure its quality and flavor. Its safety and presentation. One glass, then another. Once they had had paused, she began to continue forward, lifting both hands to the rise, each to the Master’s in easy attainment, two in one. Bonds were efficient that way.
[08:59] Guru (sagscor) stood tall, his posture unwavering, as he absorbed Crow’s words with the same quiet determination he had shown since the beginning. The weight of the challenge ahead did not faze him; in fact, it only solidified his resolve. He knew the risks, the grim reality of the path that Crow described. A path where only the strongest survived, where many would not see the light of another day. But to him, the reward outweighed the cost. He met Crow’s gaze, his voice steady and unwavering. “I have come to you because I seek something beyond what the world offers on its surface,” he said, the words clear and deliberate. “I have seen the chaos of the world—wars, betrayals, the endless fight for power. The weak are prey, and the strong are often not strong enough. The Black Caste, you offer a different kind of strength. Not the kind that stands in the light for all to see, but the kind that works in the shadows, hidden and silent, striking where it matters most. “I am not here because I seek power, but because I seek purpose,” he continued, his voice low but resolute. “I wish to master the art of influence, of precision, of being unseen yet always present. To strike only when necessary, to move when the world is unaware. I do not seek glory, nor recognition. I seek the freedom that comes with true mastery—the freedom to control, to move unnoticed, to make an impact without ever being seen. I came to you, because you know what it means to be truly free in this world. I wish to walk that path. A path where silence is the most powerful weapon, and the ability to disappear is a strength.I understand the risk. But this is my choice. It is not about being the biggest or the most feared. It is about knowing when to act, how to act, and leaving nothing behind but the consequences.” he paused briefly, his mind settling into the silence of his words before adding, “I came because this is the only way I see to become who I am meant to be.”
[09:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) listens and it was with the true intent to hear. To hear what he said, how he said it and to weigh the intent of the words chosen. He needed many and yet only a few were already telling Crow what kind of man he faced. He didn’t reply immediately as again to measure, prod and reason before he would address him once more.
He would look to Franzia awaiting for her to serve them. The scent of the wine already drifting to him as to see if the scent gave him any recognition. His eyes would rest upon her briefly. Wondering if she had been in the know of the plans of this man.
He turned back “A long time ago .. when I threw my insignia to the Ubar of Ar … I was a man of principles. Perhaps even arrogant and very much aware of my talents. But when I faced my mentor and learned that the training is done in celibacy, without the pleasures female flesh, wine or tavern brawls … I had to think that over.”
He would now move his hand to attempt to lift Franzia’s chin to the man. If she allowed him he was sure that if the man would look – he could see the promises of her lips, her passion in her eyes. “From what I learned this girl has submitted to you. And already you speak of giving that up?”
[09:11] Sasha Sin (sub.uwu) gave a small shrug. “I only know the black caste through rumors and tales. I’ve heard of mens shadows slay entire taverns. I… wanted to know what really happens.” Sasha stammered softly while Sirius hooked his thumbs in his belt. “As for my nightmares… I sleep a lot in the day. I do my chores and cleaning at night. The physicians said it was something that serum will fix but I’m too young right now.” she attempted to explain while she attempted to hide her need to feel guarded by rubbing a shoulder with the opposite hand.
[09:15] Fʀᴀnzɪᴀ (redwinelovah) felt the touch of Master Crow’s caress, the tip of her face that exposed the lines and blushes, the clear of her eyes and the line of her lips as her face was turned to Master Guru. Her body alive with a feverish pitch that was kept align with her rooted statue of humbled pride. Holding the glasses of wine for the pleasure of the Masters, fully tested, breathed and ready for consumption at their wim.
[09:20] Guru (sagscor) his posture as disciplined as ever. The weight of Crow’s words did not escape him, and he allowed the silence to stretch, sensing the subtle probing that Crow was engaging in. He had asked for this path, and now the reality of it was unfolding before him—tests, questions, and challenges that would define his resolve. When Crow mentioned the celibacy, the absence of worldly pleasures, his eyes narrowed slightly. He had thought long on the sacrifices required to walk this path, and he would not let the mention of a her submission or the temptations of the flesh sway him. He could see the connection between Crow and Franzia, the promise in her gaze, and yet he did not flinch. His path had already been set, and there was nothing that would divert him from it. His voice was quiet but resolute, “I came to you for the discipline of the Black Caste, not for the fleeting pleasures that can tie a man down. I understand the price of this training, and I accept it. I am not here to be distracted by the things
[09:20] Guru (sagscor): that pull men off their course—be it a woman’s touch, or the comfort of the tavern. These are but temporary distractions, and I have no need for them.”
“I understand what Franzia represents, but I also understand what I must give up to truly be free in this world. A man who is ruled by his desires is a man bound. I seek the freedom that comes with mastery over them, and the ability to control my own fate. The path you walk requires sacrifice, and I have already made mine.” He then looked toward Franzia briefly, his gaze softening for the briefest of moments before he turned back to Crow, his voice steady once more. “She has submitted, and that is her choice. I have made mine. My loyalty lies with the path you offer. This is why I am here.” To Franzia, he gave no outward sign of acknowledgment, but inside, there was a quiet recognition of her role and the weight of that moment. Her expression, her movements, the way she held herself—everything about her spoke of discipline, of training, of knowing her place in the world they navigated. His eyes returned to Crow, steady and unwavering, before he spoke once more. “I do not seek to be distracted by the world around me. My mind is fixed on the goal ahead.” His eyes lingered just a moment on Franzia, recognizing the beauty in the moment, before refocusing on Crow, awaiting the next test.
[09:25] Crow (melchior.wardell) would now let go of the girl and take the glass with the wine. His fingers brushing hers in a silent gesture she had done him well. Very well indeed. He would have the wine dance in his glass as he sniffed it to enjoy all aspect of it.
The conversation behind him drifted too him and a grin crept upon his lips. Just his brothers luck.
When the man spoke once again, the attention of Crow moved back fully upon him. “Words.” he replied. “It is easy to speak of it, but to live it.” he replied. He would now indicate the man to take the other glass. “Take it … ” he stated. He than would give a meaningful look to Franzia and would turn back to Guru “Ever heard of the wait ?” he asks curious.
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[04:46] :: The Dark Shadow of Gor :: ‘s right hand would pull the reign as he would spin the beast. “Tal Killer, don’t sneak up on people like that.” He would raise his hand in the Gorean fashion.” Been a while, since I have seen you.” he said.
[04:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) chuckled when one spoke of him sneaking up on people. It was a certain craft that in time had been mastered to a t. “It has indeed been a while.” he replied while he would flip the coin between his fingers. It calmed him. Not that he wasn’t calm, but to play with it and thrown it to catch it kept him from devious thoughts. “The fair seems to have taken many to this tent.” he added.
[04:51] :: The Dark Shadow of Gor :: ‘s cold eyes would watch the man a moment. A simple nod would be the reaction,” That it has. Seems more and more, people are coming to the realization that we are… still around. Despite the rumors.” he said in a low tones.
[04:52] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): oh off course, water coming up ‘Turning about and slides the plate back up onto the table, scooting with a little hip sway in a little dance and hums to herself with a little tune. The little bench nears swooping a cup with the hand while moving over to wash the cup but also checking for any little imperfections with that pointy finger just softly brushing, with a happy inspections would give it a good wash with the soap while making sure all the bubbles washed away. The cloth being scooped up with the other hand wiping down the said cup till it was very clean, placing the cloth upon the table while walking away would scoop the vessel of water up into her hand that is still sealed and moves closer again to the Master. Standing at the side and would show the vessel of water sealed tucking the cup some up to free the hand to open it up before his eyes. Placing the lid to sit between her breasts letting the cup slide back out catching with the fingers. Filling the cup with water in the offering with a smile raising the cup up before him to him. Though her short frame did not help much and would need to get on those tip toes’ Master the water nice and fresh ready for you to enjoy.
[04:53] :: The Dark Shadow of Gor :: ‘s cold eyes would watch the girl as she would lift the water to him taking it he would speak. “Open your mouth.” He said, waiting for her to open her mouth so he could make her swallow some just in case it was tainted.
[04:55] :: The Dark Shadow of Gor :: ‘s stoic face would turn to look at Si. “Tal and welcome.”
[04:55] :: Si :: trekked his way through the mud and stopped near the Kaillia and the girl, glancing up to his employer he would give him a nod and then glanced to the other man “Tal Killers” he would say to them both in a low tone, but observing the girl as he was asked to open her mouth.
[04:55] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): yes Master ‘raising her head up some with a slight tilt back in the same as the lips part away from each other showing an opened mouth’
[04:56] Crow (melchior.wardell) ‘s brow perked just a little at the statement. He himself had not been in the know that some were considering them to have left or gone. Business was booming in a way – although Crow was quite picky on which contracts he would take. He observed the man and his tactics. He himself was less suspiciously or paranoid when it came to the offers of a slave that surely was instructed by the caste. But in it there was no judgment – simple observation. “So you have just arrived?” he asks to make casual conversation. Clearly not that adapt to such. But he tried.
[04:59] :: The Dark Shadow of Gor :: hand lifted the water up and would pour some water in. “Swallow.” He would speak, then open your mouth again.” He would add. Watching her as he waited, a slight smile would stretch across his lips. “Aii, yes, I have been here now and again through out the fair, but it is great to see you again, old friend.” He would be amused at the slave a moment.
[05:02] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘The fast gulp and swallow the nice little refreshment even if it was just a sip was nice. Those lips parting away from each other again offering the opened mouth’ (no problem
[05:04] :: Si :: observed the girl for a moment as she drank from the water for a moment then looked over to the giant Kaillia, but his eyes would wander around the tent looking at all the banner but would remain silent for now.
[05:05] :: The Dark Shadow of Gor :: ‘s eyes would watch her swallow, as he would tip the water in her mouth again.” Swallow, and open again.” He would commander her. He assumed she wasn’t drinking as the days progressed to becoming warmer this time of year. He would look back to C and nodded. “It has been a good turn out this year at the tent. I was hoping at some point they would do a Q&A with the killers.” he said turning back to the slave.
[05:06] Crow (melchior.wardell) simply stood there. As this statue. Only his fingers and the coin moved. His keen eyes would move from the man to his animal to the slave and their surroundings. “I know I have been elusive. But with reason.” he shared. “I left the lodge .. due to some ..” he paused “In reconcilable differences.” he stated cryptic. It was anyones guess as to what might have happened. “So any affiliation you carry ?” he asks. The turnout was indeed in quantity. He himself hoped it would bring something else too but rumours had it that quality had been lacking. But as always – who knew what was truth.
[05:10] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘The lips clapping some as the enter into her mouth with a slight gargle and swirl before that final swallow, her mind would wonder of some to the plate of chocolates and how she did not even have one yet for herself. The soft lips moving away from each other as to the Master’s request, it does seem the water is fine and okay for it to be enjoyed then herself’
[05:13] :: Si :: Remained silent as he had nothing to add to a conversation between two killers, he would swish the dry straw in his mouth as he often did as he bit down on it with his teeth still looking around the tent his eyes glancing briefly to the statue like killer the girl and the Killer and the Kaillia
[05:15] :: The Dark Shadow of Gor :: Watching her take the next swallow of the water he would nod. “You are fine, stay hydrated.” He commanded her. “Serve the others. Then for a reward, ONE, chocolate.” He said to her with a wink and the smile was gone. Looking at Si then shifting back to Crow. He chuckled. “Do you see my flag, on these banners?” He would ask the man. “Again, Alone with gold and steel, wasn’t just some arbitrary saying, for me anyways.” He would speak. “I have survived on my own, for many years. Thought, I am affiliated with GBC, They do not control my actions. I am part of The BCS and OBC.” He would speak. “However, You will never find my banner on thus said, walls here.”
[05:19] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘closing her lips and would give a little yawn stretch some then offers a smile back’ Thank you Master ‘her tone was very soft though sweet all the same. The little spin and shuffle backwards some leaving a little trail with in the dirt path, sway to the hips happy hearing she could have some chocolate after serving’ Greetings Master ‘Stepping and stopping at the Masters side’ Might i be able to serve you with getting a drink or food for the belly
[05:20] Crow (melchior.wardell) noted the silent figure. His eyes had roamed over him as to consider him well. But his gaze would return as he was addressed “Alone huh.” he grinned. “Seems to be an ongoing conversation about that one.” he would glance back. Very aware that one of these banners was his. The stitching as new as a baby’s ass. “So little is to learn when it comes to banners, names or courts … Eventually it comes down to effort.” he would point to the girl “She can be dressed in the finest of silks, carry the most sensational name and be part of an outstanding slavershouse. Yet without her servitude or effort – she is nothing.” he liked to be cryptic and would watch her as she moved to the silent figure.
[05:24] :: Si :: glanced over to the girl “nay, nothing for me” he would say to her then glanced back to the man who was talking cryptically then glancing to the banners again and then to the two killers he would remain silent as he had nothing to add to cryptic sayings or there conversation. he would shift his boots in the mud releasing his foot from a air pocket. the ground he observed look like it had a lot of comings and goings lately.
[05:28] :: The Dark Shadow of Gor :: ‘s eyes would look at the slave then the banners back to the man. “mmm, I see your point, however, “being cryptic, “if a frog has wings, it would not hit his butt, when he hops.” he would look to C. “Sometimes, things have a way of working out, one takes the good with the bad, however, it doesn’t mean, one has to always agree with everyone. This, is why I still stand alone. Also the fact, that I was questioned about my own earned rank, when it came to this court.” shook his head. “Some great people I know in this Court, but it is not the end all be all.” He said with a stoic face to the other Killer.
[05:31] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): Off course Master ‘the cherp excited was one more serve away with getting the delighted chocolate as her fingers danced with in each other some. Moving away from the master’s at each side with a scurry of those feet with such a Holt standing right in front of Master as those hands frail at the side of her hips softly tapping” Master might i be able to get you a drink or some food for the belly.
[05:32] Crow (melchior.wardell) would move now as to ensure his muscles wouldn’t get cold and all of a sudden it was needed to move. One came not of age because one was careless. “Oh .. I enjoy a good battle of tongues.” he replied – matter of factly “A good debate makes for clear arguments, reasons so one comes up with good terms and conditions.” he would chuckle there. “It is the manipulation. The I am better than you. The ego’s that suit a warrior and not that of a killer.” When the girl approached his eyes seem to warm slightly to her. “Yes some water would be excellent. I deem it to early for wine.” he winked to her. He didn’t have any special rites for her service. He simply wished a drink and she was simply offering.
[05:38] :: Si :: Simply would shift the weight of his feet and stretched his neck side to side slowly watching the slave sway over to the statue Killer then to the other Killer on the Kaillia again. the mention of a debate and words he was intrigued and would listen often silent as he only spoke if it was needed he would be content with listening too the wisdom of two killers. he picked the dry piece of straw form his mouth between his finger and then flicked it into the nearby grass
[05:40] KeDjA (lilli.breda) wanders along the path, always a little away from the crowds as it winds its way through the tents and carts. Her left hand grips the thin but sturdy branch on her shoulder, from the end of which hangs a small cloth bag. A smile is on her lips and she hums happily to herself as she occasionally dodges a person or a Kaiila or Thalarion. Her feet often brush through the turf at the edge of the path. Perhaps one reason why she walks off the main path as much as possible. When she arrives at the tent, she initially keeps a little distance from the action and falls silent
[05:42] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): Master its never to early or to late to enjoy a drink of wine, but i will get your water right away.
‘Moving to the side like a side shuffle and giggles some with the vessel still with in her hands, moving up the steps and further with in the tent placing the vessel down onto the table as it was all ready opened and used all though it was seen it was best to bring a new vessel out. Taking another cup with in her hands while moving over to wash it, that very pointy finger would check the cup softly tracing over the inside and out making sure there was no imperfections. Feeling very satisfied then start to wash it making sure to remove all the dirt with the soap, Taking the cloth with in the other hand making sure to wipe away all the water and then her hands. Placing that cloth down into a little pile, while also removing the lid from her breasts placing it to the side while moving back as the free hand swoops in taking another vessel making the way down the steps moving around some standing before the Master again with a smile.. The same sliding the cup down a little holding it tight as the fingers wrap around the top of the vessel letting lid go loose and plops the lid this time into the silks of the belt making sure he does see it open before his eyes. as the cup slides back catching it with her fingers and then fills it up with the offering it up some’ Master the water is here for you to sip and enjoy.
[05:43] :: The Dark Shadow of Gor :: The beast smelling the new comer would turn on it’s own looking at the new slave. clacking it’s cutters, he would snort and stamp the ground wanting a small treat… pulling the best back he would get control of it.
[05:46] Crow (melchior.wardell) was careful as to what he shared. Caste secrets were kept well guarded surely when they were there for anyone to hear. He studied a new arrival. A grin appeared. The bond a familiar one. He would recognize her from afar. “Ah Kedja.” he called her closer “What happened with coffin nail?” he asked. The tarn that was raised by hand much to the stress of her owner. “It must have yet taken its first flight ?” he asks. As the girl offered him his water his attention would go to her alone. That moment of truly seeing her as she offered was his gift. When he would retrieve it his fingertips brushed but for a moment over hers. His eyes upon her linger as if he was to read her thoughts. He had noted her effort and appraised her with his look. “Thank you.” he stated to her as to dismiss her from his service. “A chocolate I presume.” he added to her with some amusement. Perhaps they were unaware but Crow really could kill for a good chocolate muffin – so to speak.
[05:51] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): yes Master chocolate ‘That expression of excitement turning to look at the Master upon the pet as she done what was asked awaiting for that approval before running off to take one, as her feet danced on the spot some waiting’
[05:52] KeDjA (lilli.breda) wrinkles her nose when the Kaiila notices her and tilts her head slightly to smell her own shoulder as inconspicuously as possible. Normally she is known for not using perfume. Here at the fair in the bathing area this morning, however, there was only floral-scented soap. She mumbles an indefinable curse and lifts her chin again as her shoulder sinks downwards. She eyes the animal suspiciously and tenses her muscles slightly. The rising fear is abruptly interrupted by Crow’s voice – thank heavens – and she directs her gaze to him “Tal Masters.. Kajira” she greets now with a bright sound in her voice and immediately adds her answer to his question “He… or she… actually flew alongside Schatten for a while, but the rest of the way he… or she… carried himself with me in the transport basket, Master” She grins slightly and then takes another sideways glance at the animal
[05:53] :: Si :: felt the beast shift in the other direct he would tilt his head to the new comer as the man called her out as Kedja, he was observant and listened more then he spoke he would shift his body toward her a brief moment and would give her a slight nod “girl” he would say in a low tone then would look back towards the tent listening to the man talk. though not directed at him, he was still interested in the debate that was mentioned. perhaps he would learn something. listening to the conversation that took place from behind him and in front of him.
[06:05] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): Greetings kajira ‘with a little pointy finger wave and the smile to follow right after, darting herself up into the tent over to the table where the plate of the delicate crafted chocolates to be shared with others, shifting a gaze to each side swooping up the square. The lips part placing the soft yummines enter some into the mouth biting down as she just melts’ oooooo eeeeeeeee….! uuugggghhh.
[06:05] Crow (melchior.wardell) pondered on the fact the tarn hadn’t taken the entire flight. “You may not spoil it.” he warned her. “It needs challenge.” he added as in advise. Crow had worked hard to master the training of animals. The last craft was that of a sleen trainer. It had taken him time but eventually it had been very rewarding. He would take a good gulp of the water.
[06:12] KeDjA (lilli.breda) pushes her breath audibly through her nose. Even if Sargnagel was driving her mad, she still felt the need to protect this animal. Perhaps as a kind of substitute for a child. She lowers her gaze slightly and answers Crow in her typical “aye, Master” manner. If it had been up to her, the minitarn wouldn’t have come to the Sardar Mountains at all. She thought it was far too dangerous. But Arsus and Schatten had a different opinion. So she had been outvoted. She blinks slightly as she lifts her head and looks back and forth between the three men and the Kaiila for a moment before turning back to Crow. She had heard something about chocolate, before “the merchant from the last fair is back and he’s still just as… ready for action” she grins broadly now and her fingers tap the branch. Last year she had got the chocolate for the men at a ridiculously low price. She simply used her best arguments and the merchant seemed very… approachable.
[06:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) knew the tone and would grin at the slave. When she spoke of the merchant he knew instantly what was said. His grin became more apparent. “Well he might not be on the ready for your arguments. Perhaps you need a different strategy.” he jested. “So your owner ? In a local tavern I suspect ? Trying to steer clear from freewomen?” he asks. Previous year the man had been flocked with women. He remembered it well. He noted his sleen and snapped his fingers to her. Pointing a spot for her to relax and be.
[06:21] Hectate (irunoncoffee) shook her furred body before grumbling and sitting down. A soft hiss coming from her of pent up hot air before she looked about with her large massive head. She was larger than most sleens, the female having an attitude befitting that size though she saw her handler as an Equal. Allowing him to command her with ease since he had her mutual respect. She raised a paw and batted at her nose a moment before shaking her head once more and then sneezing before settling. Dust had gotten into her snout!
[06:24] :: The Dark Shadow of Gor :: ‘s cold eyes would watch everyone as the beast would shift back around. He fell silent to listen and observe the few that were there. His stomach started to growl and he looked to Si, giving the hand signal for it was time to depart. He wanted to make is way around camp and find Turdmus. Where they were camping at the fair.
[06:24] KeDjA (lilli.breda) smirks slightly “if he’s not prepared then that’s more my advantage, Master” she tilts her head as the Sleen appears from the thicket behind the tent and it takes her a moment to recognise the animal. In that time she holds her breath, which is released when Crow signals in the animal’s direction. Now she can calmly turn her attention back to him ‘my owner hid in the tent after a free woman almost sold him a companionship contract yesterday. At least that’s what he said,” she grins very clearly now.
[06:27] :: Si :: caught the hand signal in the corner of his eye as he was busy just enjoying the morning as the people spoke, then he pulled his boots from the mud and would follow his employer as he understood the signal then started trekking through the mud, wondering where the hell his crewman left his own Kaillia.
[06:28] Crow (melchior.wardell) laughs at the words of Kedja. It was perhaps rare for a killer to laugh but Crow did often and even shamelessly. He was calculated, rough and ruthless if need be. But was still capable to enjoy entertainment. Was it female flesh or a good jest. “Ha ! That is a believable story.” his eyes travel over the sleen as to see if she was there without any nips or things in her fur. Surely after the other day when one had threatened her. “Surely for the right prize he might have an ear.” he jested. As he saw the hand signal he would simply incline his head towards both men “I wish you both well.” he offered. He would be around – so who knows they might meet again.
[06:30] :: The Dark Shadow of Gor :: ‘s stoic face and cold manner would look to the other Killer. Nodding he would look to the Killer. “Gold and Steel.” is what he would speak and nodded once again. “Serve with milk and cookies, girls.” He would add before clacking his tongue and tapping his heals into the pockets on the beast.
[06:30] Hectate (irunoncoffee) raised her head as she saw Crow’s hand move, watching him alertly for any commands but when one failed to come she yawned and turned her head back to the man and his kaiila. Viewing them calmly before dug large claws into the dirt. Her fur was missing any attack marks, being sleek and clean for an unbrushed sleen. She grumbled and lowered her head, hisisng once at crow as she allowed him close to her. One of the few that could actually touch her without too much protest.
[06:31] KeDjA (lilli.breda) turns a little to the two men, who obviously wanted to continue on their way “Safe paths, Masters” she makes that little ‘curtsy’ again, which she always did in the north when there was too much snow to kneel in.
[06:36] Crow (melchior.wardell) was pleased to see Hectate being without any harm. He would reach out and scratch her a little as to get that sense of her fur. She needed to be brushed, but wondered if she not rather wanted to get another hunt. But when she was this relaxed he pondered on it. His attention back to Kedja. “All well?” he asks.
[06:39] Hectate (irunoncoffee) gave a soft hiss as Crow started to scratch her fur. Allowing the touch rather lazily the normally feisty female yawned once more before she shook her head to waken herself up. Large golden eyes viewing the slave girl before looking to Crow. Almost as though she was about to get up and shove the girl into the tent. She had developed a habit of that.
[05:51] Beth Charmann looked at him and tilted her head slowly “all girls should on entry to a Hall , Master”
[05:51] ŦΔIИŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (tarl0the0larl) He himself had not spent much time in the north.. “I am aware that some do and some dont, from what i have seen at least.. so just so we are clear.. you are telling me that you are offering to take me to the hall, to undress.. and show me yourself naked”
[05:52] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would check up on a few things when she held pause hearing part of a conversation. One hand on her belly, as if to protect and hold it. She would perk a brow at the words slightly amused.
[05:52] Beth Charmann chuckled lightly once more “Master, welcome to the North where the girls disrobe on entry to the Great Hall and serve food and drinks to the Free”
[05:56] ŦΔIИŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (tarl0the0larl) Pursed his lips a touch and stopped in thought. He processed her words “Well, glory be to the north.. I think I see why the men of the north march into battle so boldly if they are exposed to such beauty constantly.. he noted that there was a woman nearby in a blue dress.. he nodded his head to her also “Tal lady” he said.. before he glanced down to the girl once more.. “Hobby.. I think I should like you to lead me to the hall and fetch me a drink” he said
[05:56] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) stifled a chuckle. She could
remember her first steps into the North. Something that now felt like a lifetime ago. In a way it was of course. She didn’t want to be perceived as rude so she would greet casual but not in a way to interfere. “Tal Sir and bond.” She would tip her head to the bond “She is right … and often bonds are perceived quite the handful.”she added in humor giving the bond a wink if she was looking in her direction.
[06:01] Beth Charmann did not see herself as a bond, after all she was not there though her own choices yet she had taken that much shit this last hand she was revisiting her next avenue of what to do, right now she was behaving as he was telling her she should-brownie points she was hoping for, or maybe she was working up to pushing the buttons she knew would cause him even more annoyance, only time would tell as she worked out which way to go. Hearing a soft voice behind her she turned her head a touch and gave the woman with dark hair a smile “Greetings Mistress” her tone sugary sweet and couldn’t be faulted as she appeared to be a perfect type of slave turning her head back slowly to the man she chuckled lightly once more “of course Master, the great Hall is just behind you”, turning to the woman once more she lifted her slender finger “are you also joining the Master Mistress?”
[06:04] ÐĿ5ŦⓄЯŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (gunnarbrynar) shouts: “MINE… where is my breakfast, I sent you out to get me fed not to have you slack jawing with randoms” he said with a snarl to his face.. he was hangry clearly and not in the best mood, he was however at least happy she had not fled
[06:05] ŦΔIИŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (tarl0the0larl) Flinched and jumped some at the bellow of the mans voice.. he almost ducked a touch too.. turning himself toward him.. this must be her owner.. he turned back toward her a second .. “Yours” he muttered
[06:06] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) remembered when the bond turned who and more importantly what she was. A shadow over her face was perhaps given. The joke perhaps not as fitting or was it ? As the question came she would be all smiles again. “I was heading that way.” she replied matter of factly. Her attention quickly to the butcher and him being naked. Now she had seen her share of naked men but was taken aback by it here so in the open. She couldn’t help but to look to his manhood. Perhaps out of habit ? “Greetings.” she offered eventually when her eyes would be on his face again. She would step closer – not the type to scream or shout.
[06:10] Beth Charmann caught sight of him before she heard him – he was that sort of guy, the man mountain himself clearly was not a happy man – but then again when was he?! Seeing him stood in his birthday suit with extras she lifted her hand as if to say -taadaaaa I found it-, as she gestured to the small stall of meaty goods “ahh my Jarl, what a lovely ray of light and sound you are this fine ahn, I have located the stall that you sent me to look upon but then these delightful pair, the Master and Mistress held me up slightly as I was helping them with my knowledge of the North” her face full of smiles and somewhat smug that he was out looking for her and she was up being perfectly perfect doing perfectly perfect things , clearly not what he had expected , to add fuel to the fire she added what the Master had said previously “My Jarl, this Master here, Master Rocco told me that I was to inform you that your name should be Rollo the lucky and that you only need to disclose a price and he would gladly pay it”
[06:15] ÐĿ5ŦⓄЯŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (gunnarbrynar) The Butcher was not a man to do measures in most things, be that in what he ate, drunk fucked and he was not one to abide much in way of convention, for him he was hungry, he was naked. to be fair they are lucky that he at the very least tossed a fur coat on to prevent them seeing his arsehole.. he growled lowly toward the bond.. “I told you to fetch me Sausages, and yet here you are pissing around in the open, do you seek to feel more lashes” he said to the girl, the woman in blue moved into view and greeted him, he had to engage the other side of his brain a moment to engage pleasantries .. “Aye Greets to you woman” as he spat to the floor and wiped away any remaining spittal from his facial hair.. “Rollo the fucking lucky.. Rollo the fucking hungry is more like it.. Get your slit to that hall and cook me some links useless beast before I take my strap to you again” he looked over the man who had said such words.. he walked a few closer.. “Is that so, you have no idea what I have had to endure for that splitarse” he said as he looked over the man a touch “Who be you then” he asked
[06:21] ŦΔIИŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (tarl0the0larl) Winced a touch and kept his ground as the man moved toward him, he was clearly uncouth and he had heard of men like him in the north often though he had rarely seen it with his own eyes, most of them were far more polite and seemingly filled with honor, “I am Rocco Auditore, I am a salt miner by trade” he moved to extend his hand outward to shake the grubby mans if he would allow it.. “Your girl there, I have rarely seen one with her looks, you are blessed and yes despite me not being a wealthy man, if she were for sale id surely work out a deal with you” he stated as he stood there trying to keep himself in order, he was not a warrior and this man was fairly horrific
[06:21] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) couldn’t help it. She enjoyed the reply of the girl. Not because she hoped she would be beaten or reprimanded but simply because she was witty and funny. The fact she was amused was not disguised. It was there on her face. A smile and eyes filled with that shine of amusement. She would keep a keen eye upon the butcher trying to guess if she could read what he would do next. The other man not yet familiar but would be studied to – but of course more casual. Surely not when there was a man naked. Not that she showed desire or a more sensual interest. It was more of a science kind of gaze. When the man spoke of food she suddenly remembered “Oh we have guests from Hellevegen. They are traveling to the fair … I believe something is on the ready if you wish something fast.” she tried to think what it was but had forgotten. But knew it only needed to be warmed. As she was trying to be helpful in a way her eyes would move from the butcher to the bond / woman. Surely when she hears that the man desired her sale.
[06:25] Beth Charmann wanted to smirk yet she held it, he was already annoyed and that would do for now, she would drop some more later to keep him wound up tight, this was almost becoming rather fun to be perfect in other peoples eyes yet not his own as he grew irritated by her actions – on being a good slave – a slave that he had forced her into being. Hearing him ask for sausages she gave him the brightest of smiles and her tone oozed sweetness as she fluttered her long dark lashes -mainly because she was well out of arms reach and it was safer to be that far as she did. “absolutely my Jarl, I was headed right there before you came around that corner to serve these delightful Free at the same time, I recall yesterday the Mistress spoke about breakfast being warmed though so you should not have to wait very long at all to get your lips around some thick , juicy meaty goods, .. shall we.. just there behind you my Jarl” pointing out the direction of the Hall in case his eyes were not yet awake and he could not see it – ever the helpful and all that.
[06:27] ÐĿ5ŦⓄЯŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (gunnarbrynar) Hoched and cleared his nose some and spat to the floor beside the man.. leaving a reasonable puddle of snot which had some blood in it also for good measure, he looked down to the hand the man extended, he could almost feel the intimidation seeping from his pores.. “Rocco, the miner, Rocco the Rock basher eh” he chuckled some then hearing the woman address him he raised his hand to her as if to say “Shush woman” .. “I want links, I have asked for what I wanted and my beast will fetch it or I shall make some out of her hefty tits” he said.. he gaze moved to his beast a second “I want them brought to the hut, if I want to head to the hall I will.. I dont need you to tell me that” he said in grumpy fashion, he looked back to Rocco looking into his very soul through the optical window that was… “If I seek to sell her, then I might well let you know.. but you would need the gold of a salt trader and not the backache of a salt miner to afford her” he stated that as even though she was just girl, another slit in the pack the strife he had been through to get her was one that carried a heavy price indeed
[06:32] ŦΔIИŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (tarl0the0larl) Exhaled some as the spat hit the deck he winced and his nose scrunched up as if to show his plain disgust. He was going to further th conversation but it was clear that this mans mind was not on business of flesh but on other elements at this time and he thought it would be smarter to try again on that topic later.. “You girl here serves in the hall, naked.. is that correct.” he asked him to clarify..
[06:33] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) kept the amusement all the while the bond / woman spoke. Perhaps there was this edge of remembering the unreasonable desires of men. Their dreadful moods and fickle minds. She remembered them well and although she was seemingly demure in her mind she could pin them with needles and flick them in all kind of positions. So when he shushed her an extra pin was given just there were it hurts.
“Quite the mood .. indeed.” she replied to the bond as she would move forward. “And the welcome.” as she gave a look to Rocco in hope he would not consider the butcher the average citizen of this village. Sure they had a few of these too .. but some more reasonable and less messy too.
When Rocco spoke she shook her head “Wrong question … for this time … ” she stated – perhaps more to herself.
[06:34] Beth Charmann listened to him and moved from one foot to the other, her small from shifting its weight allowing her ample heavy breasts to jiggle some in the confines of the material he had afford her to have, her lashes still smarted and stung mostly because he had not treated them or had them seen to , then there was the fact that his heavy handed man paws continued to whack into them over and over keeping them raw, still she smiled on and refused to allow him see that she was in pain , it was far more enjoyable to anger him through her perfect ways she had discovered. “sausage links for breakfast in the hut, yes my Jarl of course, that is your prerogative of course, am I allowed to serve the Mistress and Master or would you rather they starve?” of course they would not stave but it added a little drama and theatrics for good measure, then she heard Rocco and bit the insides of her cheek as she was amazed the Master was shocked that girls got naked around here.
[06:43] ÐĿ5ŦⓄЯŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (gunnarbrynar) Sneered at the general snipey comments that came from womenfolk, if this was his lands and women spoke to him as such he would make sure that they would have a throat full of cock and a bellyfull of cum before the collar was snapped in place.. he chose to not overly indulge her as he had no idea who she was.. he looked to the man before him once more “My bond shall serve as the gods wish them to, the old way.. the right way.. you are seemingly so insistent that you want her.. bold but you dont know how she can be, she is more than just dutiful she can be a royal pain in the arse” he said hearing his bond make comment .. “Yes beast you are right on that.. and where are my manners.. Rocco, come lad.. have you eaten, come to the hut that I have been allocated for time being you can eat with me and we can discuss what you can affort and see if a deal can be struck” he said more to make her think that he was open to selling her and her sarcastic comments… “Cant have you starve now can we” he looked to the lady in blue, “Aye I am sure there is quite the feast to the hall, I shall spare that for another time”
[06:45] ŦΔIИŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (tarl0the0larl) Looked to the woman and then to the bond and then back to Rollo.. it was quite the sea change from flobbing on his feet near enough to inviting him to eat.. he looked to the bond once more.. as if to say.. “is this normal” he did not look away from the Butcher long though for fear that he might change his tune once more and do something erratic
[06:46] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) picked up the words of the bond / woman and couldn’t help but to pause in her step and gaze her way. The woman was sassy, funny but perhaps a little to bold too? She wouldn’t have dared of that she was certain. Although one could wonder how far she would have gone if someone she cared for was in jeopardy. Thankfully she hadn’t ever been tested and it would remain a guess.
In the entire scene she would not correct the words given to the butcher. Him being this sloppy and the fact he shushed her not getting him in her good graces. But she doubted it would matter much to him.
When he invited the man to his private home she frowns. Something didn’t sit well with her as the change in demeanor was to sudden. But again she knew better than to make a comment. Men and their actions would have their own consequences.
“I wish you all well.” she stated and headed off further now but still keeping herself within hearing range and vision.
[06:50] Beth Charmann exhaled as the Butcher was clearly mental, he was deranged at the best of times, maybe Bipolar who knew, what she did know though was when to not go too far, she had ran from him as his Jarlswoman as he was out of control, mental was the understatement at that time when she did it, yet now she was paying for it by this gorgeous iron band around her pretty neck, hearing him invite the Master to the hut she heard her internal voice say -ut oh- but that was for them to hash out for they were men and all that, this one was nothing to do with her really – she was just a piece of bond flesh after all. smiling up at him she lifted her hand and gestured after the woman who was quick to scarper “I shall go and see to the breakfast of the Gods and bring it right over my Jarl” taking her leave there and then towards the Hall before he stopped her
[06:53] ÐĿ5ŦⓄЯŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (gunnarbrynar) looked over the man once more.. “I tell you what lad, do me a favor head into the hall and make sure that my girl comes back with my Sausages.. she will lead you to the hut, grab us some mead to sink also, that will improve my mood” he said as he prepared to turn back to heat to the hut.. he slapped to the mans upper arm as he waddled off with his cock swinging and clanging thigh to thigh
[12:08] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) smiled seeing the bonds have a casual conversation. She herself just having been on a walk to collect some mushrooms. It was a theme here in these lands. “Greetings girls.” she offered. “I am well … but … I was about to well.” she would look underneath her cloth of her basket and some mirth shone from her eyes. “I think I collected some special mushrooms and .. well … can you both keep a secret?”
[12:09] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” Oh yes i can MIstress!” she would look at the basket wondering if pastries were in the basket as she rubbed her belly an giggled .
[12:09] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) l can keep a secret Mistress .. we has something like that on earth .. special Mushrooms ..
[12:12] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) chuckled “Well some hands ago a Rune Priest offered some of us some mushrooms. They can give you a sense of being on top of the world My mate even giggled I am told.” she shared. As she cuts a glance over her shoulder as he was at the dock “Now … I know that it is often a matter of the right quantity and quality and as the Rune Priest is no longer here .. I was wondering if you would be inclined to try ?” she asks both girls. “They are harmless when it comes to health .. but they might have a different effect upon the ones that take them.” she shared.
[12:14] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” oh ? whats special of them ” now she was curious and listened carefully her eyes shimmered as she loved the unknown as she glanced toward the beautiful Mistress a laugh played out as she looked … ” Why not my Jarl wont be awake a while ! it be fun to try new goodies Mistress “
[12:15] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) beamed excitedly … oh l would love to try some Mistress.. my Jarl wont mind at all … l wont tell him ..
[12:17] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) chuckles “Well I wouldn’t dare to give them if they were poisonous. But the effect might vary by day, by person.” she shared truthful. “I want to see how safe it is to perhaps have them in like a cake when there is a feast. Some … well you know some of the women can be dreadful … Can you both imagine the fun they might have ?”
[12:17] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): hahaha i see many instances happening ….. )
[12:19] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) chuckles as she would approach after both girls to agree in this experiment. “Let us first try a small piece first. We can always take more.” she would lift the cloth and take a mushroom “Who dares to go first?” she asks.
[12:20] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): looked to the Mistress ” Oh why not Mistress ” she raised her hand she wiggled her brows with an impish grin
[12:20] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) grinned as she watched maebh
[12:21] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would offer Caspia the first one. She had cleaned them and offered a small one to her. “They do not taste all to bad.” she stated – having tasted them herself but now she was pregnant and didn’t dare.
[12:21] zCS PreciousLove Sabra rolled 47 (100).
[12:24] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra) she took the mushroom and placed it in her mouth the dry texture she gobbled it down and swallowed . ” well not the worst tasting “
[12:25] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) how long will it take for the affects to happen Mistress ?
[12:26] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looks to Fleur “They are quite instant. When you swallow they will be quickly within your blood system. The effect runs out quickly too. But again that might vary by person and such. It is an experiment. I as I am not able to ask the Rune Priest for guidance.”
[12:27] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) nodded ,.,.. Yes Mistress … then dipping small fingers into the wee basket and pulling out one … they always remind me of slugs .. these things do ..
[12:28] zCS Fleur Nightingale rolled 33 (100).
[12:28] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): looks at my naff one ,,.and pops it into my mouth …
[12:31] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looks from one to the other clearly observing how the mushroom would effect them. “And ?” she asks clearly impatient to learn what might come from them.
[12:31] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) blimey my head feels a bit fuzzy …
[12:32] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): lm a lightweight with anything
[12:32] zCS Fleur Nightingale rolled 40 (100).
[12:32] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra) she looked over to fleur as she began to feel funny she smeared her hand on her face as she looked an said “oooooh there are flowers everywhere fleur! ” she stuck her hand out an plucked an imaginary flower from fleurs top
[12:33] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): ohhh thats booootifullllll that flower
[12:34] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) watched and looked from one to the other. Seeing Caspia and Fleur quite quickly move to what seemed to be an imaginary state. “Oh .. this is going quickly.” she observed.
[12:34] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): watching it as it floated in mid air all by itself
[12:34] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra) she reached down pulling up grass thinking it was flowers and weaved the gras an sat it on her head
[12:35] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): ohh l feels like fairy !!!
[12:36] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): firess .. the flames !!! … making little tiptoes over to them, smiling at how pretty they are
[12:37] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) had not expected the effect to be this quickly. All of a sudden she was worried. Surely when both girls seemed to see things that weren’t there. She looked over both shoulders not wanting to get into trouble by feeding them something that might complicate their lives.
[12:37] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” FLOWER Power away!” she goobered a laugh an then plucked a flower from her head an said oh the beautiful leaves ! passing some to fleur ” Oh now we shall be epicc Bonds!” she looked to the Mistress and said ” Oh i do think these shall be a nice change ” as she ran a hand down her camisk it felt wierd to her then looked at her boots … following fleur i think i have verr on my feet !
[12:38] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): MISTRESSS!!!! flying flowers .. you has flying flowers .. bending over and smiling at Maebh … flying flowers !!!!!!!
[12:39] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) hushes them “Shhhhh!! We do not want to alarm anyone.” she stated. “But yes ..” she started to fidget with her dress “Flowers.” she of course saw no such thing but didn’t want to get them too loud on whatever they were seeing.
[12:40] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): ohhh these are soo lovely … reaching up and feelong the pretty flowers in my hair … you looks so pretty Maebha .. thats such a pretty little fairy on you head ..
[12:41] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra) looks at the stones ” Hello is the gods in there?” she talked to the stone a moment an slipped off her boots of verr an set them near the stone staggering alittle she said ” I think these be yours!” looking to fleur then to the Mistress ” They dont speak odd as i expected them to say something bring me lunch or well they can have the verr i cannot step on them
[12:42] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) HELLLLLOOOOOOO GODS .. are you in there … copying Maebh as she gave the stone a bit of a kick ……
[12:43] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was glad they were not under supervision or under the scrutiny of the men of the village. Surely when the girl spoke of Gods and stuff these things could get ugly “Speak odd?” she asks not understanding. She would move closer to them. “Please ..” she pleaded “do not harm yourself … I do not want to .. you must be … ” she started to panic afraid that she would feel the repercussions of her experiment.
[12:43] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” Oh becareful i see their bits in that weeeee hole of shimmering light “
[12:43] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) OHHHHHHHH yes ,… blimey .. the GODS HAS bits
[12:44] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): awww they changing color
[12:45] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra) smears a hand on the stone ” Mistress do you see the Gods in their!” id like to think the verr a sacrifit lunch an i shall call them bogart she then looked in the changing lights as she staggered again …
[12:45] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was pleased to see that the girls remained here and not ventured to places she could not go or contain their behavior. Or well so she thought. As Fleur spoke of changing color she frowns trying to see what she was seeing.
[12:46] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): oh l could stand here for days Mistress … they is talking to me now ..the gods is communicating with me
[12:47] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) frowns “do they ?” she asks. “What are they telling you ?” she asks as she kept looking about as in hope none would observe the scene. Surely these mushrooms were stronger than anticipated.
[12:49] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): The Gods is speaking, they is saying we is free and my jarl did lie about there not being chickens ..l must follow the words of the gods
[12:50] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” well are they saying they take the verr ” she looked to fleur her face was crumpled as she laid an ear to the stone a moment ” OH i hear something ” an belched loudly ” Oh by the gods what was that a storm in the belly !” she laughed as she looked down .. her boots became a verr “she looked wildly ” He lied about chickens! ” she looked to the verr at her foot confused .. Bogart!!! you i knew you were alive! i could hear the small bass at my feet “
[12:51] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) swallowed as she heard the girl speak of freedom “Oh no … That is the effect girl … it isn’t true …” she held back on the chicken thing. Surely the girl had a point. Chickens did exist not on Gor but on Earth where she came from. “I hope they tell you to follow the way home ?” she suggested. When the other called Bogart she frowns not seeing what she was seeing made things very complicated.
[12:53] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” perhaps its my spirit guide!” she looked to the Mistress he is a sacred verr this Bogart , Mistress he shall lead the way !”
[12:55] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): my little ferret s
[12:56] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) nodded spirit guide was better than THE gods she reckoned “Lead the way ?” she asks. Of course the small verr at the girls feet was invisible to her. Just as the small critter at the feet of Fleur. “Where would it guide you too ?” she asks as she turned to ensure none was here to observe the scene.
[12:56] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): they are gift from the Gods
[12:56] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): we must follow them
[12:57] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” OHHH i think i see him he matches your boots ! perhaps your boots were the ferret too she pressed into the stone ” Gods did you give us this ?” she belched again she turned to the Mistress her face was smeared in a grin as she said ” Oh MIstress you behold the brilliant colors of the aurora ” she looked to fleur ” I agree! ” an began to walk drunken toward the back of the hall .
[12:58] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): OHHH i feel the energy flooding me .. l feel like l want to run around free …
[12:58] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): we has to follow
[12:58] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) noted one of the girls walk away and she was rushing after her trying to keep them from doing crazy things. “Ho ! Stop.”
[13:00] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was worried “Where did Fleur go ?” she asks – her heart racing. She was about to panic when she suddenly noted the girl too. She saw them both stumble as if they were drunk. “Oh no … Girls … Please … “
[13:00] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): a moment of clarity as she looked to the Mistress ” You need to be careful! those babies will not understand the Verr ,yet” she spoke an walked near the rence pond but was to scared to go near the water .
[13:00] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): l must set sails
[13:00] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” Bogart an ferret lead us to destiny , or food i like food “
[13:01] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): Hello !!
[13:02] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): this tree has googly eyes
[13:02] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): stops to hug a tree ” hello dear frand you are large do you see the way” she looked to her imaginary guide hu” Hush a moment the tree needs me ” hugging around the tree ” oh perhaps its hungry”
[13:02] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): this trees is loves meee
[13:02] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) followed “Come girls … let us not .. ” she suggested and tried to reason with them. This was of course something she wouldn’t ever do again … but oh my it was funny as hell too. She had to admit this was hilarious if one would not feel some way of being responsible. “Yes all love, girls !” she suggested hoping they would stay safe.
[13:03] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): we needs to not gives up
[13:03] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” Oh you are a good tree in your magnificant form ! ill make sure you get watered!
[13:03] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): tree of the GODS .. we love you
[13:04] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” We truly do! only love exists in their mmhmm “
[13:04] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): we is the tree huggers for the GODS
[13:04] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): we loves you tree
[13:05] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): oh you look bwutiful fleur ! ” she fell on her rear and laughed .. ” I shall love the lands so they will grow!”
[13:05] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): lm gonna submits to the tree
[13:05] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) snickered. This was hilarious and it was hard to contain her laughter. “Oh dear … yes the tree and the Gods.” she nodded sagely as if to ensure the girls would remain here and not venture further. “Yes … true. too.” she suggested. Looking over her shoulder to see none would observe this scene and blame her – she was the only sane one now – or was she ?
[13:05] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): l loveeeeeeeeeeee you tresssssssssssssss
[13:06] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) noted Ray and stifled her grin immediately. “Erm ..”
[13:06] Ray Caldwell: tal lady, have those two been drinking??
[13:07] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looks to Ray … “Erm … no … I am .. ” she tried to think of something to say that would not have her in trouble. “It is a little experiment, Sir.”
[13:07] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra) she looked at the man who magicly appeared like stardust ” OOOOOH their is a MAN!!!” she shouted ” T.t. er Gretal Jarl !” do you see the tree of Love!” oh it is wonderful!
[13:07] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): ohhhh the bright man approaches ….
[13:08] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): oh this is the tree of the GODS
[13:08] Ray Caldwell: an expe… it certainly is entertaining… will they be back to normal?
[13:08] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): we needs to save alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll the treesssss
[13:08] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra) lands over bogart an simply slurs ” oh i feel alittle funny she laughed an then said ” Bogart man the gates! we must protect the village and the TREE of the Gods!”
[13:09] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” All of them fleur!” she looked to her ” All must feel the love !”
[13:09] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looks to Ray. The effects on the girls were clearly not anticipated “Well it should … not be lasting long.” she answers him “But …” she was clearly afraid and in panic “They were given very little … it shouldn’t be so out of hand.”
[13:09] Ray Caldwell: who’s at the gate where now? is he here to cut the tree down?
[13:10] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
[13:10] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): noooooooooooooooooo
[13:10] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO “
[13:10] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): some one come to cut the trees down
[13:10] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” The Trees are our Gods an they need us!!! who will water them an hug them !”
[13:11] Ray Caldwell: at least they didn’t end up naked this time, or not yet. and yes, men cut trees, that’s a given
[13:11] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looks apologetic “I erm … I am sorry .. Sir .. I have supervised so they wouldn’t fall into anything that might harm them. And the mushrooms are not poisonous.” she explained “Perhaps you wish to try too ?”
[13:11] Ray Caldwell: mushrooms? isn’t that like … veggies?
[13:12] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) shrugged “that is all about perspective … some say veggies other say protein.”
[13:12] Ray Caldwell: what was that about a man at the gates? i couldn’t make much sense of that
[13:13] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looks back “I have no idea either, Sir. I think they see things that aren’t truly there I mean they speak of chickens.”
[13:14] Ray Caldwell shakes his head: i knew it’d be trouble to take a girl from that city of earth… never been there myself, but they’re weird
[13:15] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) listens and would simply nod. The story to complex to share with the man, but grateful he wasn’t angry or all to worried. “Always, Sir ?” she asks. Of course she had been most of her life in Gor but still … his words did sting a bit.
[13:17] Ray Caldwell: well, i mean, look at her, her behavior. i hope she wasn’t too much trouble
[13:18] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was clearly not expecting this. She had expected to being scolded, warned or perhaps even threatened. “No no … I mean … I just … ” she looked into her basket “I just wanted to see if I could lift their spirit … but the effect of the mushrooms is far more than I anticipated. I am so sorry, Sir.”
[13:19] Ray Caldwell: ahh… now i see. it’s like when they drink more mead than … uhm … me, right? like edibale mead?
[13:21] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) nodded “yes similar but without the issues of having a bad morning or a hammered head.” she reasons. “They are truly normally mild. Not sure what got into these girls to have this effect upon them.” she smiled now … She finally dared. “It was hilarious to see them speak and pick imaginary flowers. Or speak of gods that would free them and lead their way.”
[13:23] Ray Caldwell: that part got me worried a bit, but i’ll stick her head under water for a couple of voskdeltathassas, that should get her fixed up, i think
[13:24] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looked about “Oh my … where are they ?” she asks again alarmed “Sir … we need to find them … they might not over see all the dangers these lands might have in store for them.” her eyes shot fire to him. clearly not when she might be responsible for it.
[13:25] Ray Caldwell shakes his head: that one is in for some serious … education, i best go find them and tie them up or something
[13:26] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) nodded “Do you wish me to help ?”she asks feeling that she should atleast offer her assistance she had been the cause of it.
[13:26] Ray Caldwell: if i only knew what way they went…
[13:26] Ray Caldwell: how about you look north, i look west?
[13:26] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) sighed “Well they went that way !” she pointed to the dock.
[13:26] Ray Caldwell: oh, then north it is
[13:27] Ray Caldwell checks the well first: nope
[13:28] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) walked to the overlook and shook her head “I can’t see them here. Surely they wouldn’t have taken a ship ?” she asks.
[13:28] Ray Caldwell: not in the towers unless flatout
[13:28] Ray Caldwell: can’t imagine that, she was too happy with the last trip to come to an end, rough sea, you see
[13:29] Ray Caldwell: don’t see them down there…
[13:29] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) felt her heart race … and become very uncomfortable. All of a sudden she could see all the issues that these girls could have in their state. As he moved forward she would nod “Surely their gods would have them go to less .. dreadful places ?” she suggests.
[13:29] Ray Caldwell: tal portus
[13:30] Ray Caldwell: oh, fleur be in dreadful places alright, once i find her back
[13:30] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was clearly in a sort of a panic “Erm .. hello my love … We are looking for the two girls …” she looked to Ray in hope he wouldn’t tell Portus it was all her fault.
[13:31] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): walks up to my mate noticing her in a state of distress….”is everything alright”
[13:31] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): motions across to Ray in greeting
[13:32] Ray Caldwell: i go follow the stream, too many rocks to bump one’s head on there
[13:32] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) lowered her gaze. Clearly trying to hide something “Well .. I hope so.” she stated truthful. “I just .. ” she would lay her hand upon his arm to perhaps have him warm up to her. “I did this experiment with mushrooms. The effect upon these girls was … ” she paused “Very strong.”
[13:34] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “oh”…..”after your experiences….and now two girls are missing?”….looks concerned
[13:35] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) sighs “Well I had them with me .. but than Ray came and … ” she pulled his arm “We should search … I mean .. I feel so bad .. this wasn’t ….” she was nearly in tears. “I truly didn’t mean this to happen.”
[13:35] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): holds you tightly
[13:36] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was clearly more emotional during her pregnancy “I am so sorry love. I had no ill intent.” she tells him as she felt herself heavenly secure in his arms.
𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 !
Your travels have taken you high up in the North. Not as far as Axe Glacier, but beyond Torvaldsburg. You might have come by ship or foot, much depends on how you land here.
Perhaps you found yourself in devious currents of the Artic sea or you have traveled through the Pass of Tancred.
Either way you stumbled upon a small village. A village that is called home by the Strömberg family.
Their story is one of sacred vows and promises. Very few are privy of their true story, but if you stay long enough one might learn that their hard work is not only motivated for what one sees. Whispers speak of Foresights as others speak of lurking dangers in the cliffs and mountains.
𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕
We are a gorean roleplay sim that is in the spirit of the books by John Norman. We are based on the tales of Torvalsland and the North. This is a small village that is maintained by the Strömberg family. As they maintain it there is not yet much need for leadership and such. But perhaps in time such might become part of the story.
The family stumbled upon this abandoned village after a vision. One might wonder why they were directed to this village. More importantly why was it abandoned and what must they do to keep themselves safe?
It is up to you to find out or become part of it. That pretty much depends on how much effort you will put into becoming part of it. We do not dictate your story, but we do ask you to be respectful to ours.
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[2025/02/15 14:32] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): /me did notice the hand holding, but said nothing about it. Instead, he waved them into the cave, only to hand both of them a broom. “Come, students,” his voice crooked, and bent. He was clearly pretending to be something other than the Rune Priest, a scary monster that had the intention of protecting them from the spirits living in the cave.
“If you think you are with child,” repeating his montra before offering up the Mushrooms he carried with them, “then I will ask that you hold from eating the fruits of the gods.” This hooked and barbed question was first directed to his mate. Offering her a small handful of them. Assuming she did take some, he’d then offer up a portion to Niamh.
[2025/02/15 14:37] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman): /me would take the broom and as he offered the mushrooms after his words she shook her head “I know I am with child.” she stated – for a first so vocal “We did the test and it was confirmed.” she stated. A look to Belle as she smiled to her. She knew Belle had so much asked – pleaded for a niece or nephew. For her it was all still far away. She never had considered herself a mother and would now learn to become one.
[2025/02/15 14:39] Belle (bellewhitlocke): she looked to the mushrooms then to Niamh then back to her mate. Taking the broom and instantly began sweeping, then realized thats not what they were there for, to clean the caves and all. She would look again to the mushrooms this time taking just a small bit of them. He best be ready to clean her shit up like she had to his if it effected her that way, anyway
[2025/02/15 14:49] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): /me heard what Niamh said, “Congratulations. Then this lesson will be very timely.” He’d watch as his mate ate one of the mushrooms. Having no idea that she was going to have the worst of the worst time with it. “The brooms are going to be used to draw out a pattern you both will need to know. Drawing it out later over the bellies of woman you wish to protect.” Turning he’d start to lead them in, “And let me begin telling you why women are Volva, and not men.” Hobbling in, he’d start to give his little lesson. “Magic is seen as something that only women use. Its frowned upon by men to have such powers, but like Odin, I wished to know the knowledges an secrets of women. But, it is often women who are instructed through their Rune Priests to do Magic. I intend to do so with you all, teaching what I know.”
[2025/02/15 14:54] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman): /me smiled as he congratulated her. She was alert and very much aware that she no longer had her own things to consider but also this unborn child and its father. As Arn started to relay what he was to teach she listens. She knew of witches and how they were burned due to the powers some believe came from the devil. She herself understood that those tales were of times long gone. But ever since she was abducted she knew there to be more between heaven and earth. And she would drink in the words – trying to weight them to their value. As he spoke of drawing a pattern she understood it to be perhaps a sacred one. To protect was never wrong was it ?
[2025/02/15 14:59] Belle (bellewhitlocke): Putting the mushroom into her mouth she swallowed the squishy mushy things, never liking them herslef. As they began to walk caring the broom and listening to the story that her mate told. She felt the rumble and grumble in her belly, a loud groaning and such echoed off the caved walls. this walk was taking them forever, the further they walked the more her belly grumbled and rumbled. this couldnt be happening this fast, could it. As they came to the temple and stopped she would stand back aways from them and just glared at her mate.
[2025/02/15 15:10] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): /me noticed the glaring, and seemed to sober up a little from the serious look. It made him nearly drop his act of being some monster, just to watch his mate retreat from the space they stood in. “Are you ok Belle,” his voice may have sounded bubbled and far off, thanks to the effects of the mushrooms. “Did you still wish to learn,” he asked them both, as more concern started to shift over his features.
[2025/02/15 15:13] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman): /me had no idea what was going on with Belle. In truth she had been so in her own thoughts and overthinking she missed the glare or picked up the grumbling sounds. So when Arn spoke to Belle and showed his concern she believed it to be a way to show affection. “Oh yes. I want to learn.” she answers. only now turning to Belle as to see what was going on.
[2025/02/15 15:21] Belle (bellewhitlocke): She would look between the two of them “i be fine, and yes i still wish to learn” her belly grumbled really loud then and she instantly held her hand over it..”I not know what them mushrooms where but i dont like them” she continued on like it was nothing hoping she wasnt like her mate and shyte everywhere
[2025/02/15 15:24] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): /me looked between Belle and Niamh, “The first symbol is a circle, go ahead and draw that.” Gesturing on the floor where to have them begin brooming. “The circle is what keeps the spell contained.
[2025/02/15 15:26] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman): /me would do as told. The broom a loyal friend of long. In a fluent motion she would draw a circle. She would do it in earnest.
[2025/02/15 15:28] Belle (bellewhitlocke): stepping a bit off to the side, the broom in her hand she would do as she was told also, and in a swift motion she would draw a circle with the broom. connecting the ends of it. Holding the broom to the side leaning on it as a small cramp hit her belly.. Hopeing this wasnt going to take much longer
[2025/02/15 15:33] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): /me “Now, draw spokes from the circle in, and they must always be in multiples of three. Today, I want only three lines, for the spokes.” Gesturing to the floor like some teacher. While he continued to guide them, Arn did reach up to remove his helm, settling it down onto the alter which had two head sized bags sitting on it’s edge. “The Circle, and the spokes, will bind the spell to that person. SO say that you my mate wish to draw protection runes on Niamh’s belly? The way you’d go about it is in this method. The more spokes the wheel has, the more magical protections you have to bind into it.”
[2025/02/15 15:37] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman): /me saw Belle stepping back and arched a brow at her in question. But when Arn spoke about the drawing she would do as told drawing a circle and making spores from it in three. She looked up when he spoke of the protection of her unborn child.
[2025/02/15 15:39] Belle (bellewhitlocke): She would begin to draw the spokes or what she thought he ment, in groups of three. Watching his hand as he showed the, her eyes falling to his face once he took the helm off and placed it on the alter. Once she was done she would look over at Niamh and smiled.
[2025/02/15 15:41] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): /me “Now, from these spokes, you will need to draw branches from them. The hardest thing is to make the Branches look unique compared to any of the others. And when you’re done, it should look like a top down view of the great tree.” It was about here that he came to realize that his Mate wasn’t pregnant, she had eaten a mushroom, and that meant he’d have to keep trying.
[2025/02/15 15:44] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman): /me would do as told as she could understand what he wanted and so she would practice more. Trying to create this unique tree with the nice branches. She saw the smile of Belle and was assured that she was fine – was she ?
[2025/02/15 15:47] Belle (bellewhitlocke): Forgetting about the pains in her belly and the rumble and grumble she would payh attention the best she could, her head began to spin and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She continued to draw the lines he spoke, with the broom. As she finished the last one she had no warning or nothing when her ass drowned out the cave with the sounds of hell that came from it. Her cheeks actually giggled while the air rushed out of her like nothing she had ever felt before. She stood up straight and looked around maybe, just maybe no one heard the dusting of wind her ass just spoke of, but in reality it echoed through the cave like a steam engine.
[2025/02/15 15:48] Belle (bellewhitlocke): jiggling*
[2025/02/15 15:51] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): /me blinked slowly, just one slow blink from his only eye. The impish chuckle that nearly came out of him, had been bitten back, forcing it to come out as a scruffled noise through his nose, perhaps something he could have played off as being a sneeze. “I think, we should conclude the lesson for today, it would seem ~my~ stomach is upset,” he noticed the beads of sweat dripping down his mate’s forehead. And even took credit for the fart sound that clearly came out of Belle. It was the only kind thing he could really do, even fanning his own ass as he hobbled out. “Come Mate, I may need you help getting home, my leg an stomach seem to be working against me.” Yep, there was no way he let that windy gust out that actually jiggled his Mate’s ass. But he sure as hell pretended it was him, while trying to help her out. Knowing full well what was to come next. “Excuse us Niamh, but thank you for attending the lesson. Monday, we’ll do the bathing ritual.”
[2025/02/15 15:54] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman): /me laughs as she noted Belle and hear the escape of air. And as Arn gave her a way to escape she would do so ((sorry – it is late – thank you two – have fun !! )).
[05:00] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) continues to cook the only meal he knows how to, Oatmeal. The smell of the Oatmeal fragrances the hall with a milky and cinnamon scent. And by this point he was putting a little honey into the pot, along with some salt from the high table. Given there weren’t any bonds yet, the meal was readied by him. It was one of those staples he made as a single man, in his hovel, rather frequently.
[05:02] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) walked into the long hall that reminded her of Torvaldsburg. As ever she would wash her hands as she was taught. Still there were some things different and she as ever wondered if she might add things to have it similar or take things away to have it less.
When she entered her eyes fell instantly to the Rune Priest. The scent of his meal did bring back other memories too.
A mix of all kind of sentiments crossed her features. “Greetings.” she offered. “Can I help?” it was a way of her after so many years of servitude.
[05:06] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) looked over his shoulder and for the first time, he seemed to be standing rather well on his own. There wasn’t a crouched over limp, but rather a proud erect posture that made him look like he was on top of the world. “Greetings,” dipping his head her way. “I’m fine, why don’t you have a seat and let a Freeman serve you.” The idea of it made him laugh a little, given their history. “Don’t worry, I won’t get naked,” hinting that he still recalled her body. But politely he turned his one eyed gaze back to the pot that he was churning. “Its almost ready, if you want you can fetch me some of those dried grapes. I think they call them Rabies or something. No,” he recalled the actual name, “raisins?” The question had him frumping up his handsome features, making him look confused. “I do need to excuse my actions that last time we bumped into one another,” hinting to his poop fiasco.
[05:13] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) could see that something was going on. For a moment tempted to address it and yet when he suggested to serve her she laughs. The clear laughter was sincere and in no shape to make fun of him. But one of amusement and comfort. Ever since her ceremony she felt a certain degree of found self awareness that made her look more confident. “I would like that …” she replied.
Perhaps she dared to say such due to her Earthern upbringing in which such was very possible. While in Gor such might seem to be odd or even foreign. “Raisins.” she echo’s as she nodded understanding what he meant.
For his apology she arched a brow. The man was in luck. She had been quite out of it at the moment, due to being high herself at that time. “Oh .. I think it was far more uncomfortable for you than it was for me.” she replied. She would take a small bowl with the dried grapes. and place them upon the table.
[05:17] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) hobbled over to the table, and collected up a hand full of the raisins, just to sprinkle it into the mix of oatmeal. “I’ve been wanting to speak to you about the visions. You’ve been a part of it, and I think the gods wish me to invite you to become a Volva of our city. Again, the three women I had seen, I believe you’re one of them.” He spoke like some principled sage, being polite enough to even offer her a bowl of oatmeal. Once it was properly done. Of course he took a few little sampled tastes, nibbling at the food to make sure it was fully cooked. And only then did he offer her a bowl. When he gathered his own, he’d finally sit down at the table, treating the space much like one does at home. A careless claiming of the seat. “I am suppose to ask you if you’re interested, but the runes spoke of your desire and dedication. Even if you’re from the other world.” He seemed to know truths that were secrets. “They claim that your wisdom and knowledge will guide me in my decisions. Think of it as, becoming a voice that I reference my ideas off of.”
[05:25] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) enjoyed the scent of the meal and was grateful when the bowl was placed before her. She would watch him keenly, but not with mistrust but simple interest. When he spoke so plainly about his thoughts and intents she was surprised. “Volva?” she asks. She herself was unfamiliar with the term or what it represented. Surely she had some indications but not the full extent of it.
When he spoke of another planet there was a flicker in her eyes. Had she been so transparent? Was such not dangerous? “I am honored that you think I could be wise enough to guide anyone let alone you?” she stated sincerely.
“Of course I am interested and of course as dedicated as I can be to anything that would help the family and everyone.” she added. It was who she was – as ever offering her help but in a humble way.
She would now take a first taste and smiled “Oh … this is nice.”
[05:35] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) spoke about the food he prepared with a half smirk, “Its only what a bachelor can cook up, but its filling. Seems to stick to your bones,” making a little joke about it.
The question about the Volva had been sort of pondered over, how exactly to explain it to an earthling. “I am versed in reading, which for most men of the North, is considered beneath men. Something that is frowned upon. But it is through reading, that I’ve learned the secrets of our world. Secrets of even your world. So in terms you’ll understand, a Volva is a woman, empowered by a Rune Priest, to perform some feminine rituals. Typically they help with childbirth, and the protection of children. Things that are written into the feminine being.” This conversations was slightly intruded upon by his meal, taking little breaks to scoop some of the oatmeal into his mouth to chew up and then swallow.
“You would be encouraged to form a sisterhood with the other two volva of my coven. At any time, a Rune Priest should only have three in service to him. And you would be marked as a Witch my our community. This is not a bad thing, but more a kin to a Serpent with brightly colored scales. It would let the world of our people know, you are dangerous, and that your words have power.”
Again another little break in their conversation cropped up as he set his spoon down, just to slurp up the oatmeal into his mouth better. “If you do agree to becoming a student, I would first require you to create your garb. A volva should wear white, and veil their head and face. Sometimes, its encouraged that they wear crowns on top of their hooded heads. Your face, and the things that make you a woman should be completely hidden during your service to the gods. Once you have your garb, you will be instructed to wash with your sisters within the Well of Knowledge. It is a ritual which I will be blind folded for, and I hope to invite Belle, and Amira to join the coven as well.” He was laying out his plans as if he knew they were already written in stone.
“When you accept, the gods will naturally give you visions. They will come in the form of dreams, or drug induced moments. These little glimpses will then be shared with me, and I will decipher their meaning. You see, women do not know this, but they carry the waters of the Well within their bellies. It is why when you become heated, a woman drips, and during child birth, why babies come with a gushing of water. This well is inside of women only, and the reason that only bondmaidens are welcome as sacrifice.”
[05:44] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) listens as she enjoyed the meal he presented to her. At times the simplest of things were the most enjoyable. Where others would want lobster, she would ask for this. As he spoke she would listen and frown.
Some of the things he pictured were things close to her heart, her nature. Someone that wished to nurture, take care off, serve and act for the good of others.
“Is such possible? Even if one is mated or perhaps in time pregnant?” she asks. Not that she was able to get pregnant. Portus had not yet allowed her the gift of her mother (Breeding wine). “Amira and Belle ?” she nodded. She admired those women to a t. They both held a piece of her heart by the bond with her partner but even previous to that.
She wanted to be honest and yet there was this calling. Something deep within that had already answered. She wanted to learn, develop and investigate those dreams that at times already came to her. “I need to ask Portus if he allows me.” she stated – unsure.
[05:49] Belle (bellewhitlocke): sitting down at the table she would watch him, his moves his facials…”I’d have to be taught if course, I nae know much about being one, but I’d be fearful I’d stear you wrong in your paths just from fact of the unknown. so with your question I’d say yes, but in fact only if you teach me the ways of a volva. I’d wish to learn it all…not only to be closer to the gods but closer to you as well.” she took the bowl of oatmeal and smiled..” you cook too ehh??”
[05:53] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “It is possible, but it is something you will need to speak with your Mate about. Some of the rituals are seen as,” his voice sort of paused as he thought of the polite words to use, “unnatural, for our people. The gods, although they support our way of life, sometimes they require homage in natural ways. As with the bathing, which I assure you will be kept from public eyes, can be seen as becoming of a slave. But that is why they are done in secret. And I assure you, my position as a Rune Priest would deny me the ability to pollute such an occasion. In ways, you’ll find yourself within our culture, and standing outside of it when you obtain the truths.”
This pause came with him finishing his meal, slurping it all down just to set the empty bowl on the table while they discussed things. Seeing Belle, he immediately adopt a blush down his nose, and her words made that blush deepen to his cheeks. Shyly ignoring her effect on him, he was proud to hear her accept such.
“Do you both know the stories of Yggdrasil?” He asked both, while making room for his future Mate at his side, even taking a moment to brush off the furs incase there was something that would sully her dress. “It would be the starting point of your lessons,” the poor rune priest couldn’t’ help but look at Belle, taking little moments here and there just to turn his head and inspect her over, making sure she wasn’t some figment of his dreams manifested. Adding in lastly, “Yes, I cook, simple things. Burnt toast, burnt meat, and an occasional bowl of Oatmeal.” Even smirking to those present with a proud little fish smile.
[05:58] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) smiled as Belle entered the conversation. Again something was noted by the Rune Priest and the words of Belle were noted too. She wouldn’t address them. Surely not to bring something to light which was not yet ready for it.
“I will have to ask him.” she stated and there was already some concern in it. She was perhaps free here, but within the confinements of their home she was still the bond he desired her to be.
She turns to Belle “Of course we need to be taught … ” she replied quite sure of such. “Yggdrasil?” she asks “Isn’t that some part of the story of Odin?” she asks. Unsure where she once heard of it.
[06:10] Belle (bellewhitlocke): she listened to him speaking to Niamh..her gaze would fall upon him as if she was seeing thr man for the first time each time. Notting how he tended to her with out even needing too brought a smile to her face, feeling the but if crimson flow over her cheeks as they warmed. dipping at thr oatmeal she would continue to listen..”I have heard maybe bits and pieces of it, but since i not be mated it be ok for me to do the training and such or do you have to speak to my brother or father?” she would wink to Niamh then and smile
[06:15] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “Even to me, one close to the gods, I do not know the factual truth of these stories,” explaining that he too was a simple believer. “But it is said that there are nine worlds, and given you have lived on one of them before joining us here, I’d assume its true. This Tree, called Yggdrasil,” pronouncing it with a truth norse accent, “is something that all the worlds are connected to. It is so large that it reaches up through all of them, and its branches support these nine worlds. Nine worlds, for the races of gods, men, and monsters.” His tone became sage like, spooky, drawn out into whispers as he stood up and hobbled to the fire pit.
Reaching into his bag, he’d pull out some herbs, which he sprinkled into the fire, creating a thick smoke to bloom into the long hall. It was something akin to Cannabis, smelling skunky and heavy. “The Tree is called Yggdrasil, who’s roots are watered by the Nornes. Think of them as a tangled bunch, gnarled and old, and so large that cities could be built around its feet, and would seem like little sprinkles of salt. But such couldn’t happen, due to the monster which lives within its roots. This monster is a giant serpent, and this tree is the center of every world that lives within it.”
It was about here that Belle spoke of not being mated, and the man blushed a bit more. “Well, since you’ve brought the topic up. I claim you Belle,” yep, the man said it publicly now. “Should anyone object, my axe is at the ready. I’ve been drawn to you for sometime, and the gods have given me vision of our union. So I will act on that,” it was a traditional statement, a Gorean decree of his intention and seriousness. In translated terms, the crippled Runepriest was staking his life on this demand, willing to fight anyone who could oppose him on this decree.
It seemed important enough to him, that he stopped his educational moment, only to give Belle a direct look, inviting her to challenge his demand. Yep, the guy totally crashed his educational moment just to claim a woman as his own, boldly.
[06:19] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) finished the meal as she noted the look of Belle. A small grin crossed her features. If she had been in high school she surely would have made a joke, but she wasn’t and the matter of love and commitment very different in this world. She wouldn’t ever dare to make fun of it. These Goreans at times very serious about matters of the heart.
When he started the story her thoughts still there on it. But as ever intently listening as not to miss the meaning that might be hidden behind the words. She would memorize the words, echo them in her mind.
But than all of a sudden her thoughts were pulled back to the matters of the heart when he paused his lesson and simply stated his claim upon Belle.
Eyes grow large in surprise as she looked from one to the other. Holding her breath as not to stirr the air or flow of thoughts, desires or truth of what would be their future.
[06:24] Belle (bellewhitlocke): Belle sat there and listened, as if her life depended on it, although she would have him tell her again and again just to find reason to be close to him and to have his soothing voice calm her inner soul as it still fought battles of the heart. it was then he stopped and her head felt numb. she would look to him as a smile beamed from corner to corner of her lips..quickly turning to see if anyone had snuck in to challenge him and of course saw none so her attention went back to him. the butterflies filled her body as if she was a young girl crushing on the big bad warrior. well in her adult years it was the mushroom shitter, that’s where she found her peace. “Not that there be much I can say but for my sake…id like nothing more then to be yours” her words were soft spoken even a hunt of shyness
[06:35] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) nods sharply towards Belle, and then looks to his other student, Niamh. The cripple stood even more proud, if that was possible. Nearly mimicking being unscathed by his thigh wound that seemed to fester here and there. But the man showed no signs of pain.
“Then, you are mine, here and now until we both agree to end our Companionship, let it be known you are my Mate.” It was said, and the challenge would be open for anyone to appose him for the rest of the day.
Sitting down now, the smoke that he coaxed into living, now fogged up the hall. Making them both enjoy the effects of the dried herb. “The story goes that this Tree,” speaking with a blush that made his face look like a radish, “holds up the realms. And the first one, is Asgard, the home of the Aesir, the gods that we know. Surrounded by an unfinished wall, it is here that Valhalla lies. It is in these halls that Odin rules and the valiant dead gather for the Final Battle,” the topic of the final battle had been spoken out with a serious and ominous tone, making it sound frightful.
“It is in Asgard that the bifrost resides, a great rainbow bridge that connects the realm of men and the realm of the gods ends. It is how they are able to come and walk with us, and how their magic and influence reigns.” To depict the bridge, he stretched out one hand, and then drew it in strange circular patterns from his left to his right, as if showing them that the bridge wasn’t at all flat, but something with coils in it. “This very bridge will crumble, when the forces of Muspellheim come, on the last days.”
“There, in that realm, there are many things waiting to come forth. Particularly the creature known as Fenrir, the Kuri whom will slay Odin one day.” Again, he made it sound ominous, and as if scrapped, the wooden log burning in the firepit behind him, cracked and split, as if the name he spoke upset it.
“Odin is very well known to be one of the gods that visited Yggdrasil,” nodding to the former question about it having to deal with him. “It is the same place that he learned the truths of women.” Leaving that to hang in the air for them to absorb.
[06:45] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looked from one to the other still. None was there to oppose him. And would one truly dare? A rune priest held a degree of authority and she doubted anyone would dare to challenge it. But as quick as the claim had come – so quickly the man turned to his lessons.
She knew from her own experience that she had nearly jumped into Portus arms, wanted nothing more than his closeness, his comforting words, to connect and yet here she was witness of the claim and the lack of physical connection. Was this the normal way? Had she felt wrong?
As he spoke of the Tree, the Gods the connection of worlds she again focused. Trying to memorize while the scent started to have some effect upon her. The weeping smell of the herbs in the fire. The voice and tone of his tellings. She was slowly getting under the influence of his story and the atmosphere.
[07:14] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “After Asgard we have Alfheim, land of the light elves. They are said to be fairer than the sun to gaze upon they are often associated with the Asier but they are aloof and play a little part in the ancient tales. Then comes Muspelheim, first of the created worlds. It is a rage of fire and heat.Lava flows across its baked plains and from its ruddy depths come the fire giants. At the head of their host is Surtur, the bringer of flames that shall engulf the world. With his blazing sword he shall lead the fire Giants across the Bifrost bridge and their tread shall send the bifrost tumbling into the void below. And in that final days he shall slay some of the gods, and his fight will spark a fire that will burn away Asgard.”
The way he spoke was in a doomed aura, just before touching on another realm. The second of the created worlds is Niflheim, land of the snow and mists. It is the inversion of Muspelheim, a land of Frost Giants. Cold and covered in frost, it is here that Hvergelmir springs one of the
[07:14] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): pools that feeds the roots of the World Tree. Some claim that Niflheim is two worlds, one dedicated to the frost Giants, and another given to Hell. A daughter of one of the unspoken gods, and the abode for the damned. This world is call Helheim, it is a hall long and dark, hidden by valleys of the blackest night. Accessible only by an old wooden bridge with a roof of gold. But we will talk of this place little more, until the time is right.”
Jumping into the next realm. Nidauellir is the realm of the dwarves, and all their works. Another topic for later. Jotunheim is the home of the giants, broad and varied like the lands we know. A realm full of adventure and trails. It is where Thor hunts, and slays the giants of evil intention.”
“Tangled in the roots of Yggdrasil there is a well that feeds the world tree. And at that well sits the wisest of beings, an old man named Mimir. Mimir became wise by drinking from the well, because its water contains wisdom,” arching his brows. “And it is to this
[07:14] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): well that Odin went on trips to seek a greater understanding of all things. He asked Mimir, for a drink of this water. And ultimately had to pay the price of giving up one of his eyes.” It was here that Arnthor lifted up and removed his eye patch, exposing the hollowed hole that once housed his own eye. Expressing without words that he too gave up such a price.”
Closing his good eye, he intentionally encouraged the missing eye and its empty eyelid to smear open wide, exposing the pink fleshy emptiness to them. “Then there is Midgard, where we live. It is split in two, one world we live in, and one world that is known as the Steel cities. The world where Barbarians come from,” opening his good eye now. He would stop his lesson there, for the day, having exposed them to far more knowledge than the typical Torvalds person would have learned. He was sharing his most potent of magics with them, the stories that bound their culture. (e)
[07:22] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) walked into the hall an would stop and wash her hands an then dried them and would continue to walk into the hall she smiled as se saw all those there “Tal daugthers, and Rune Priest” e said as se would go grab herself some juice, “I hope all is well
[07:23] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) felt the air thick and the words sacred. As the tale continues she listens, drinking it all in. Some of the tale known to her in mythology lessons upon Earth. As though Greek and Roman Mythology were more her forte.
As the words drifted to her ears she felt them. Goosebumps upon her arms. A sensation running along her spine. As if this was not a first these words were heard. Surely she had seen things in her dreams. Had words come to her in songs.
She understood that anything in any world came with a price and so she would ask “Is a sacrifice of me or us needed?” she asks – wondering what kind it would be and if she was willing to pay for it. She knew she was able to give herself away out of love, but would she be able to do so out of religion, faith, understanding.
When Amira entered her eyes were dark, embers of spirit in which she took the lesson to heart and mind. “Greetings, Mother.” she offered quietly as not to stir the air too much.
[07:27] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) politely nodded to Amira, and then heard the questions of his potential student. “I have felt that this place isn’t safe for us,” continuing with his conversion as if he wasn’t at all disturbed by Amira’s presence. “The things, those darker entities, enhabit these lands. I call them the Smidge, the unseen darkness that ruins the minds and souls of people. It comes from Helhiem, and the monsters asleep beneath the earth. But the favor of the gods is something we can obtain, sacrifice will be needed to keep their attention. They enjoy the smell of their burnt offerings, and the blood that comes from such gifts. I still require a white boskling, to insure the safety of our village.”
[07:34] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) stayed off to the side as she would listen to what was being said so she could kind of understand wat was being said her eyes went wide as they talked about a sacrifice and her nose scrunched up a little thinking of the smell, “A white boskling I am not sure were we could find one” se said onestly
[07:36] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) nodded to his words. She too had felt that something must have happened. Something ominous and dark. As he spoke of the Smidge she would again memorize the word. The idea of whatever it was needed blood, the smell of burned flesh. She felt her skin crawl as if someone just walked over her to become grave.
She would look from her mother to Belle and back to the Rune Priest. “So a white bosk.” she came to the point. Hearing Amira she would shrug “Often a white animal is a token of weakness. A son or daughter of a specimen that is related and with a dna defect.” she reasons rationally. “And us ? To become these women. This Volva … any sacrifices for such ?”she asks. Much depended on the answer as to what Portus might allow her.
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[07:37] Belle (bellewhitlocke): her head still spinning at the fact she was just claimed. a smile unable to be broken.. Even in her happiness she paid attention to the story and words he spoke. How he seemed to of gone into some zone speaking the story as if he was watching it himself. Shives ran down her spine as once again the smidge was spoken of. Had they fallen upon a dangerous place. would her family be safe along these lands. and what of herself. Belle kept quiet and just continued to listen
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[07:41] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “There is no sacrifice needed from you personally, to become a Volva, but there are rituals that you women will need to do.” looking over to Amira now, “I have the desire to include you too Amira, the visions I had seasons ago. I’d like to invite you to become a Volva, like I have with Niamh, and Belle. ALso,” clearing his throat to sound more polite, “I’ve claimed Belle as my Mate.” He was proud of that little fact.
[07:45] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) kisses my companion on the cheek after entering the great hall. “Tal my love”
[07:46] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) nods and offers a soft smile, “Thank you maybe that would explain a lot of things as well” she said softly as she was still plagued by things occansionaly then she nodded, “We will have to keep an eye out for the proper sacrifice” she said ten she smiled seeing her mate , “Tal my love I hope you are doing well” then she turned back to the Rune Priesst, “Welcome to the family” se said with a smile
[07:47] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would smile as there was no sacrifice of herself needed. Such would help in persuading Portus to allow her this. She would now focus upon Amira, reading her as to see how all the words would fall upon her.
As Marleneus entered she smiled warmly to him. “Greetings father.” she offered warmly.
Than waiting for his reply on the claim of the Rune Priest upon Belle.
[07:51] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) smiles as se would go to get apitcher and fill it with som mead and then move to her mates side unclip his horn an pour some of the mead into it and would hand it to him, “Here you go love” she said then she looked to Niamh, “So this would involve the three of us it is interesting that it is all from tee same family” she said
[07:57] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “Greetings Marleaneus, I’ve claimed your daughter, Belle as my Mate. If you wish to challenge it, I am available for discussion?” He was being rather polite about it, and putting a pause on the conversation about the Smidge and the sacrifices that would keep it at bay. “And additionally, I have another request. I’ve invited your mate to begin training as a Volva, should you give your permission.” He was careful with the way he purposed the idea as not to seem too obtrusive. “The same invitation was given to Niamh, and Belle.” Looking to his new mate with a deep affection that returned a blush to the ridge of his nose.
[08:01] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) took the horn with a smile from my mate and listened to the rune priests proposal, nodding as i tasted the mead. “If’n Belle is happy with the arrangement, and from what I hear she is, I make no objection to the claim. You will have to sit down with me though in regards to the volva thing, that is far beyond what that entails and means for the women.”
[08:02] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would watch the interaction between Amira and Marleneus. She smiled seeing the bond they had. When Amira spoke of them three she nodded “It is indeed interesting. Almost as if there is a divine intervention. But than there is this phrase … all good things come in threes.” she replied.
Turning back tot he Rune Priest. “Upon Earth it is a common saying that reflects the idea that good fortune or success tends to occur in a trio. The concept can be seen in all aspects of life. As if a certain pattern is needed to truly come to all what is good.”
She than become silent – as the conversation had become between Marleneus and the Rune priest.
[08:06] Belle (bellewhitlocke): her eyes would go wide when she spotted her father and took in a deep breath, as not knowing how things would turn out this day. “Tal Foddir” she spoke softly before Arn went on about his claiming and such. again at the mention it she could help but to smile and want to jump on the tables and into his arms, but was able to control herself and making notes of doing that later…perhaps over a meal he’s been asking for for a few days now. When her father responded to her mate she would rush over and hug him tightly “Thank you Foddir…” kissing his cheeks and going back over to sit at the table like a good little student with the googly eyes for the teacher
[08:06] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) smiled as the men talked and then heard Niamh and laughed, “That is true I mean the tree of us are family and we are petty great if I ay so myself” she said, then looked between er mate and the Run Priest and went quiet again as the men were talking
[08:09] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) nods with a sagely grace, “Aye, we can speak of such when you have time. I do not wish to claim it now, perhaps in the coming days we can speak more of it.” Looking to his new mate, he’d smile to her, enjoying her reaction, and then the way it was accepted. He felt at peace with everything now, as if it wasn’t hanging in the balance anymore. There wasn’t much more for him to talk about, but he did listen to Naimh talk about the Trio situation. “Yes, its best to keep things balanced.”
[08:10] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) looked between the three with a smile, well ti a blessed day for the family, I will be very curious and concerned over the volva thing, such knowledge is beyond my understanding but it does pique my curiousity. We will see how it goes.” I took a very deep sip of the mead and let out a long exhale.
[08:20] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was for a moment lost in thoughts. “It is overwhelming and awesome and all these things combined.” she stated. “Perhaps it is important to speak with Marleneus and Portus together. Surely he too might have questions.” she would look to the others.
“I am sure we all felt something is going on .. and I feel drawn to investigate this calling .. and see where it takes us … I even feel an urgency to it.” she shared.
She would look at the Rune Priest “What is first in this ?” she asks.
[08:22] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) looked at Niamh as se asked the question most were probably wondering “Yes I am curious as well what will this all entail an is it dangerous?”
[08:26] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “It would seem that first, we must speak to your mates, and educate them on the needed things. Once we get their permission, we can move forward. The truths, and your abillities are natural. Some of you are stronger than others, but you all have an element that you’ll bring to the coven. And through it, we’ll better govern the lands. You’ll end up becoming advisors on things only women know, and protectors of children. We will please the gods with sacrifices, which… As volva, you’ll be required to attend to the gifts. Say we have a boskling, you’d be charged with feeding it well, showing it kindness, and tender attentions.”
[08:33] Belle (bellewhitlocke): Belle had always been one even as a small child to have the urge to get out and explore, dangerous or not, she lived for the adventure of the unknown. So as the lands casted with the heavy dreadful smidgen of the unknown of the lands, so much to explore and figure out. Sit and listen to the lands and the gods as to what shall become of them all. She would listen to Arn, and was paying attention rather it seemed like it or not. she was taking in all his words. Nodding when he spoke of what would be expected of them if the tests were passed and they were all intact what he believes them to be.
[08:34] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would push herself up to a stand. The urgency to speak to Portus there in her heart and mind. “I will talk to him and see that he finds you if he has questions that I can not answer.” she stated. She would look to Belle and than to the Rune Priest.
“I hope you both can experience this connection and commitment I feel .. since it is one of the most beautiful things I ever experienced.” her eyes would cut to the Priest “To take care of each other, treasure … Is the biggest gift.” she smiled “congratulations you two … I will spill the beans to Portus now.” she would not wait on their reply – being parted of him already a little longer than she anticipated.
[08:37] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) with words of needing to talk to er mate, “Maybe you could just talk to my son instead” she said, “My mate seem very busy at this time and I do not wish to wait on my training” se told him as she was committed to this
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