Ne Vana'she, don kajira.
Ne Vana'she, don me'shan.
Ne fahgan, don fermi.
Ne kari neshuk, don fon fori.
Vidrew jul?
Sis, Ne Vana'she, don kajira.
Daily insights of a girl, walking the path of a bond-maid. Gorean references,books quotes and log.
About Me
- clysa
- Brought from Urth to Gor, Clysa must face the challenges of her new life as a mere Bonds-maid. ***************************** ""In denying it we deny our nature. In betraying it we betray no one but ourselves..."" -Explorers of Gor
Friday, March 4, 2011
2011-03-04 Preparing Bosk Stew for teh Clan
hums softly as she slips into the long house. stepping to the side from the heavy doors, she lets her steely gray eyes to adjust to the dimness after being outside within the bright sunlight. gently she slips her finger through the long auburn tressels of her hair, brushing the loose strands back away from her face before running them down to the laces of her kirtle. sighing lightly as she strips away the woolen fabric from her lightly tanned flesh. hanging the kirtle upon a peg by the door she steps lightly to the back of the long house.
passing by the left over roast bosk from earlier, she smiles to herself as she thought of a stew that she could prepare for teh clan. moving to the back by the hearth she pulls out the large cast iron cooking kettle from the side of the hearth. placing it on the swinging hook just over the fire she turns towards the water pump, taking a clean bowl she fills it full with the fresh water to pour into the kettle.
humming as she works, she steps back over to the roast bosk, tearing a few peices from it she takes it to the counter and starts preparing it. seasoning it with the salts then tosses it into kettle. walking with care she looks into the vegetable basket and pulls out a few carrots, cabbages, turnips and onions. placing them on the counter she cleans them scrubbing each piece. wiping down the counter she then sets to chopping the vegetables and tossing them into the cooking kettle to start simmering with the bosk meat.
moving to the sacks against the wall, she fetch some Sa-Tarna grain and takes it to the fresh clean counter. humming she smiles as she sets to make fresh Sa-Tarna Bread, kneading the dough. making a couple of balls she sets them upon a pan and place close to the hearth to help them to rise before kneading them again and places them closer to the cooking coals to bake.
smiling seeing all she has done as she takes a clean rep cloth, damping it, she starts to clean the counters and the few dishes she had used. standing on her toes she reaches up for a couple of bowls and spoons, setting them on the counter she checks the stew and the bread. pulling the fresh baked bread away from the coals, placing them upon the counter for the clan to tear into when they wish for some stew as it finishes.
passing by the left over roast bosk from earlier, she smiles to herself as she thought of a stew that she could prepare for teh clan. moving to the back by the hearth she pulls out the large cast iron cooking kettle from the side of the hearth. placing it on the swinging hook just over the fire she turns towards the water pump, taking a clean bowl she fills it full with the fresh water to pour into the kettle.
humming as she works, she steps back over to the roast bosk, tearing a few peices from it she takes it to the counter and starts preparing it. seasoning it with the salts then tosses it into kettle. walking with care she looks into the vegetable basket and pulls out a few carrots, cabbages, turnips and onions. placing them on the counter she cleans them scrubbing each piece. wiping down the counter she then sets to chopping the vegetables and tossing them into the cooking kettle to start simmering with the bosk meat.
moving to the sacks against the wall, she fetch some Sa-Tarna grain and takes it to the fresh clean counter. humming she smiles as she sets to make fresh Sa-Tarna Bread, kneading the dough. making a couple of balls she sets them upon a pan and place close to the hearth to help them to rise before kneading them again and places them closer to the cooking coals to bake.
smiling seeing all she has done as she takes a clean rep cloth, damping it, she starts to clean the counters and the few dishes she had used. standing on her toes she reaches up for a couple of bowls and spoons, setting them on the counter she checks the stew and the bread. pulling the fresh baked bread away from the coals, placing them upon the counter for the clan to tear into when they wish for some stew as it finishes.
2011-03-03 Meeting New Jarls, serving the Jarls
[18:12] Wolf Fralto shouts: tal
[18:12] Wolf Fralto shouts: tal clysa
[18:12] Cly smiles up at the Jarl...tal Jarl
[18:13] Wolf Fralto: greetings clysa
[18:13] Cly smiles gently to him, her steely gaze gleaming lightly....greetings Jarl, i hope all is well with you
[18:14] Wolf Fralto: aye young lady everything is well
[18:14] Cly: thats good to hear, Jarl
[18:15] Wolf Fralto: please call me wolf
[18:15] Cly: im a simple bond, im not allowed to soil a Jarls name upon my lips....looks to him shocked
[18:16] Wolf Fralto: ah i see well now i understand that
[18:16] Cly smiles
[18:16] Cly: Jarl hasnt been long in Torvaldsland hasnt he
[18:17] Wolf Fralto: no i havent my travels have finally brought me here to this wonderful camp
[18:18] Cly: thats good Jarl, i hope that your stay been a good one
[18:18] Wolf Fralto: aye so far it has and i have already been accepted into the clan as well
[18:20] Cly: thats good, Jarl, all is nice here and helpful.....smiles gently as she adjusts her kirtle
[18:20] Wolf Fralto: i hope your trip here was safe
[18:20] Cly: usually is Jarl
[18:21] Cly: does Jarl need anything to drink....she asks lightly as she drops her steely gaze
[18:22] Wolf Fralto: smiles warmly as he wipes a small smudge from her right cheek gently* no i am fine but thank you young lady
[18:23] Cly blushes lightly.....im called clysa, if it pleases Jarl....she lightly informs him
[18:23] Wolf Fralto: aye clysa a very lovely name
[18:23] Cly: thank you Jarl
[18:27] Cly: may i go and tend to some chores Jarl
[18:27] Wolf Fralto: of course please carry on
[18:28] Cly: thank you Jarl....smiles as she slips away towards the long house
[18:43] Cly quietly enters the long house, letting her steely gaze adjust to the dimness within the interior, smiling lightly she slips off her woolen kirtle and socks, hanging the kirtle upon a peg by the door and the socks just under it, she moves to the back to gather a bota, walking over to a barrel she fulls the bota with some fresh mead, humming softly as she does the simple task, seeing that more mead needs to be made, looking about she moves closer to the hearth, gathering the honey, spices and water she goes to a barrel, the honey was strong and had set long by the hearth, gently she pours this into the barrel, adding heated water and spices she takes a large wooden spoon and starts mixing it all together, humming softly as she prepares the darken brew to set a little longer before it would be fully ready to serve to the Jarls and Mistresses, sealing the barrel she pushes against it, her bare feet slipping upon the wooden planks of the floor as she shifts the heavy barrel back against the hearth, smiling ge
[18:43] Cly: ntly she takes the empty honey jar and sets to cleaning it, placing it and the spices back in place she picks up the full bota and a couple of horns to go out and serve those upon the wall, moving to the door she redresses and slips back out into the sunlight
[18:48] Cly: tal Jarl, Mistress
[18:48] ℜεηεε нσχℓєу: Tal Cly
[18:48] Wolf Fralto: Tal cly
[18:49] Cly smiles as she approaches the Free.....may i offer some warm mead....gently hold a bota and couple of horns lightly within her hands
[18:49] Wolf Fralto: mead sounds wonderful to me young lady
[18:50] ℜεηεε нσχℓєу: nothing for me today but thank you for the offer
[18:51] Cly smiles to the Jarl as she moves closer to him, placing the spare horn at the loop of her kirtle skirt she fills a horn for the Jarl and proffers it to him....your mead Jarl...smiles gently
[18:52] Wolf Fralto: smiles taking the horn of mead gently nodding his head* thank you very much cly
[18:52] Cly: yes Mistress youre most welcome...smiles lightly
[18:55] Cly: Jarl is most welcome and i hope you enjoy it and that it keeps you warm
[18:56] Wolf Fralto: aye its going to take me some time to get used to the colder weather here
[18:59] Cly gently nods as she gazes out over the wall....i believe it wont take Jarl too long....smiles gently almost shyly
19:00] Cly glances over to Mistress...is there anything i can get for you Mistress....she asks lightly
[19:00] Wolf Fralto: i dont think so either traveling mainly in the south it was very nice
[19:01] Cly: i see Jarl, i bet it was nice...smiles
[19:03] ℜεηεε нσχℓєу shook her head "No, thank you Cly"
[19:04] Cly: as you wish Mistress
[19:06] Wolf Fralto: cly do you think i can hit that tree off in the distance with my bow?
[19:06] Cly: maybe Jarl, i dont know
[20:01] Wolf Fralto: kiyomi step into the circle
[20:03] Wolf Fralto: growls a bit at the girl starting to pace a bit
[20:03] Dedric Dryke looks to Kiyomi and nods then looks to Wolf still nodding. "She seems obedient enough. You caught yourself a good one."
[20:03] kiyomi Xekri is confused about the circl but steps in it any way
[20:05] ℜεηεε нσχℓєу smiled watching as the girl stepped inside the bond circle "She seems to be a very good girl Wolf"
[20:05] kiyomi Xekri bites her lip blushing
[20:06] Dedric Dryke chuckles a bit and waves a dismissive hand. "I'm from the south, she'll get use to it."
[20:06] Cly gently approaches curiously
[20:06] Wolf Fralto: aye so am i i was just a traveler until a friend told me of this clan
[20:06] kiyomi Xekri qickly sneezes
[20:07] Wolf Fralto: cly why dont you come and meet a soon to be new member
[20:07] Cly: yes Jarl...she moved closer, smiling lightly to teh girl
[20:08] Dedric Dryke raises a brow at Cly's boots while she wanders by.
[20:09] kiyomi Xekri blinks qickly moveing behind the mans leg peeking out as she holds his pants leg looking to the girl shyly
[20:09] Cly catches Jarl Dedrics gaze, she blushes remembering a few nights ago, falling silent
[20:10] Wolf Fralto: dont be shy kiyomi this is clysa another bond madewho is very friendly
[20:11] Cly smiles gently...tal
[20:11] kiyomi Xekri looks up to him for a moment unshor but turns her eyes back to the girl hideing her face behind his leg
[20:11] kiyomi Xekri: tal
[20:11] kiyomi Xekri: its nice to meet you
[20:11] kiyomi Xekri: im kiyomi
[20:12] Wolf Fralto: chuckles a bit smiling warmly while listening carefully
[20:12] Cly: nice to meet you...whispers lightly
[20:14] kiyomi Xekri peeks out at the girl lightly noming on the pants leg nurvisly
[20:14] Cly shyly glances up at Jarl Dedric but lowers her steely gaze, her hand slipping back gently touches behind her, trembles some, before she regain composure......may i get Jarls or Mistress anything....she asks lightly
[20:15] kiyomi Xekri with little tinny sqeeky voice she looks up agin from behind the pants leg
[20:15] kiyomi Xekri: so cold
[20:17] Dedric Dryke says nothing before heading to the gate wall, he spoke to no one and acknowledged none other than nodding to Wolf for his new bondmaid.
[20:18] Wolf Fralto: it seems im a popular one today hahaha
[20:18] kiyomi Xekri: do i stay here
[20:18] kiyomi Xekri is confused
[20:18] kiyomi Xekri sighs
[20:18] Wolf Fralto: you may stand
[20:18] Wolf removes the leash from kiyomi's collar.
[20:18] Wolf attaches a leash to kiyomi's collar.
[20:19] Cly looks back at Mistress....does Mistress require anything...she asks lightly
[20:19] kiyomi Xekri lightly lefts up standing looking around and shivering as cold wind hits her legs
[20:19] Wolf Fralto: would you know where i can find hersome warmer clothes clysa?
[20:20] Cly: not at the moment Jarl
[20:20] Wolf Fralto: alright then well lets get her next to a warm fire
[20:20] Cly: yes Jarl
[20:21] kiyomi Xekri: ... i cant fell my little feet
[20:22] Wolf Fralto: let me see if i can find you something kiyomi
[20:22] kiyomi Xekri fells the warm air and sighs streaching out her cold feet it felling so good
[20:23] Jephego looks too both of the bonds, "I hope i need not remind you of our customs in here...."
[20:24] ℜεηεε нσχℓєу: in the longhall she needs to be naked or my twin will say something
[20:24] Cly slips into the long house following Jarl wolf and his new bond, smiles gently as she gently slips from her kirtle, unlacing the strings she peels away the woolen fabric from her lithe form and hangs it upon a peg by the door, then she gently removes her socks and places them under the kirtle, she smiles gently as she moves to the back of the long house to see what chores needs to be done
[20:27] Cly glances back to Jarl Jephego......may i get you something Jarl
[20:31] Cly moves closer to the hearth she looks up on a shelf and retrieves one of the few horns, taking a rep cloth she gently cleans it, moving over to one of the mead barrals she fills the horn, smiling gently she approaches the Jarl, keeping her gaze lowered she softly spoke to him....mead Jarl
[20:38] Cly slips back to the hearth she gently tends to the fire and checking the water for blackwyne should any free requests it
[20:43] Cly picking up a bota, gently she rinses it with fresh water before taking it to the mead barrel, filling it she corks the bota and slips over to the door, slipping her kirtle back on as well as her socks, chewing her lip she slips back outside to see if any of teh Free wishes for some mead to help warm them
[21:39] Shauni shouts: I would like to be recruited!
[21:39] Phoenix Dionysus shouts: begone from these lands.....
[21:43] Phoenix Dionysus growls annoyedly, spinning to look over his shoulder his piercing eyes burning pale green ice as he draws his focus to you "mead...." be the only words that are uttered from under his mask.
[21:43] Cly gently approaches the Jarl, a bota within her small hands as she moves closer to the wall, feeling the snow under her feet as she moves with care, jumps hearing the growl coming from him she steps quickly approaching him and offers him the bota filled with the warm mead
[21:44] Cly: mead Jarl....she asked keeping her steely gaze lowered
[21:46] Phoenix Dionysus turns his head curiously to the side a bit at your choice of bringing him a bota instead of bowl or horn, but with a shrug he scoops it from your outstreatched hand, his other hand reaching up and in a well trained maneveur tugging down his mask slightly and using the hand holding the bota to tip back his helm just enough that the neck of the bota reaches his lips and he drinks heavily of it, gulping it down thirstily for many long moments.
[21:48] Cly falls silent, she kept still before him, she was still learning the ways of a bond, she shifts a little nervously knowing he was watching her
[21:50] Phoenix Dionysus mulled over the last mouthful he had taken from the bota it was still half full however and with a slightly swirl he toyed with the sweet drink inside, finally swallowing down the savoured sip while looking at you finally speaking he muttered to you"tell me of yerself girl"
[21:52] Cly slowly peeks up at him under her auburn bangs she lightly wets her lips.....i am called clysa by the Jarl Overseer...she informed him...ive only been in camp for a week and collared as a camp slave
[21:52] Phoenix Dionysus: what lands do you hail from then?
[21:53] Cly: im a barbarian Jarl...she lowers her steely gaze shyly
[21:55] Phoenix Dionysus lifts his gaze to yours at your words " a barbarian you say....IVe never seen one of their women before..." taking a sudden step closer to you, he looms large over your small dimnuitive form, his eyes seeming all the brighter in his shadow, a large leather cland hand coming up to your tiny shoulder feeling at your flesh.
[21:56] Cly lightly chews her lower lip nervously, trembles lightly feeling the touch, swallowing some she dared not move
[21:58] Phoenix Dionysus chuckles as he felt the slight trembles run thru your body, his deep laughter echoing from within his helm, he nods to you and ushers you toward the longhouse "fetch me some food....another bota and a horn to drink from girl....we're not barbarians here" followed this up with more unhibited laughter, the sort that gave chills to most folk.
[21:59] Cly: yes Jarl...she replied as she quickly turns at the ball of her feet and rushes back to teh long house
[22:02] Cly slips into the long house she quickly strips away the woolen kirtle, smiles lightly to Jarl Jephgo as she moves past him and heads towards the back of teh long house to fetch more mead and food for Jarl Skarr
[22:06] Cly uses the bota she had in her hands she refills it with teh dark rich honey mead from a barrel close to the hearth, she also fetch a horn from a shelf, picking up a tray she went over near the spinning spit and tears off a few peices of the roast tarsk, smiling lightly she quickly goes to the door, redresssing she makes sure not to dally in her serving
[22:09] Cly approaches the Jarl with the tray filled with roast tarsk meat, a bota filled with fresh mead and a horn that was tucked within the folds of her skirt, gently she peeks up at him before stepping closer with care
[22:10] Cly: Jarl...she spoke lightly as she nears him
[22:11] Phoenix Dionysus grunted low within his chest at your approach, motioning to the ground for you to lay the tray out before l umbering his bulk down ito sit, knocking back his helm for a moment to eat, the shock of thick pale blonde knotted locks coming loose from the iron.....he pulls downhis mask as he looks over what you have brought, immediately grabbing the bone of the meat and lifting it to his mouth to begin tearing chunks from and devouring almost savouringly had not been for the quickness in which he swallowed it.
[22:13] Cly gently kneels down not far from him after she set the tray before him, removing the horn from her belt she picks up the bota, uncorking it with her teeth she gently fulls the horn, recorking the bota she sets it in her lap and lightly holds out the horn for him, keeping her gaze lowered
[22:15] Phoenix Dionysus takes the horn from you with his free hand and immediately tosses the mead from it over his shoulder to splash on the stones behind him "To Odin" he calls out as he does and then dropping the horn to your lap again he takes another bite of the meat, nodding to you with a moutful "flavour the rim....I want to taste barbarian nectar..."
[22:19] Cly blushes hotly, almost startled by his request, she heard of such as she chews her lower lip nervously and lowers her steely eyes shyly, slowly she picks up the horn and shifts upon her knees spreading her thighs more as she slips the skirt of her kirtle, a soft whimper seems to slip from her as she caresses the rim of the horn along the soft tender fold, trembling she glances up at him as she then takes the bota once more, refilling the horn she offers it to him once more, dropping her eyes
[22:22] Phoenix Dionysus lowers the hunk of meat he had been tearing into, dropping it to the tray again, his gaze was on yours,steady as it had ben since dropping the horn in your lap, at least affording you the privacy of not looking down as you did as you were told, his hand grasping the horn from you he lifts it to his lips and only then breaks his gaze before taking a large sip of it, a slight "mmm" escaping his lips as he savouringly swallows the mouthful, then slowly he runs his tongue along the rim, lapping at your scent there.
[22:25] Cly sits back upon her heels as she rests her hands upon her lap she held onto the half filled bota, keeping her steely gaze lowered she was silent, a faint blush caresses her cheeks from the act she performed, it was her first service doing so and many emotions went through her
[22:27] Phoenix Dionysus finished the horn with ease and took up the hunk of meat again, collecting both the half full bota you had orginally brought him and the second you had brought out,,,, moving them from the tray to the ground, he spoke between moutfuls of the meat"go see to the other men that they are not in need of anything, if they are not and you have no chores youre to come back to my feet..."
[22:29] Cly: yes Jarl....she respond as she slips back up to her feet, offers him a light smile as she turns and heads back to the long house
[22:31] Cly slips back into teh long house after serving Jarl Skarr she gently strips from the woolen kirtle, hanging it upon a peg by the door she removes the socks from her feet and places them just under the kirtl, turning her steely gaze to the Jarls she smiles lightly....tal Jarls, is there anything i can get for you...she asked lightly
[22:33] Dedric Dryke looks over his shoulder to Cly and says nothing for a moment. He watches her and makes sure she bares nothing but her skin then turns back and looks to the Kur slightly, bluntly stating. "Horn of mead....Spiced. And meat for the Kur."
[22:37] Cly: yes Jarl...she responded as she moves to the back of teh long house to retreive a horn from one of the shelves, taking a clean rep cloth she cleans the horn, smiling lightly she moves the roast tarsk, tearing off a few large peices from it she places them upon a tray for the Kur, then picking the horn back up she steps to one of the barrels of mead and fills the horn with the rick dark liquid, with care she brought both the tray and the horn to the table, setting the tray down before the kur she turns towards Jarl Dedric andf proffers him with the horn....mead Jarl...she spoke lightly keeping her eyes lowered
[22:40] Jaster grabs each piece of meat and slides them on his mouth, chewing on them letting random small parts of it fall from his mouth. after he is done he will grunt: where barrel?.... me want mead!
[22:41] Dedric Dryke turns and looks into her eyes to see if she would look back. He took the horn from her grasp and took a giant swig from the horn. He noticed it wasn't spiced, sighed, but was not in the mood to do anything about it. He simply turned to the table, leaned on the table top and sipped at the horn, muttering from within the horn as he drank. "Good luck with the barrel...."
[22:42] Cly looks up at the Kur she indicates the large barrel by the hearth...there Jarl...she whispered then lowers her head as she notices Jarl Dedrics reaction as she fell quiet once more
[22:44] Dedric Dryke stands up, hearing the woman, throwing the horn to the side at the wall near the door. "What did you just say to a guest?!" He loomed over her, a stern, serious aura coming from him. He grabbed at her hair and jerked her downwards slightly. "Come again, bond?!"
[22:47] Cly: nothing Jarl...she gasps stepping back frightend, trembling she drops her eyes...forgive me Jarl
[22:48] Dedric Dryke clicks his tongue and points to the ground. "Come here, now....Kneel. Do not apologize to me. Apologize to the Kur or I will feed you to him next time."
[22:50] Cly quickly she moves closer and knelt down, lowering her head she whimpers softly...forgive me Jarl...she spoke to the Kur, she was trembling closing her eyes
[22:52] Jaster grunts and waves his hand signing her to get back on her feet: get mead.... then forgive....now
[22:53] Dedric Dryke walks over to the barrel of mead, expecting Cly to follow him since he was the one barking orders. He eyes the barrel and folds his arms, kicking at it and examing it. "You can push it over to him."
[22:59] Cly: yes Jarl...she jumps to her feet, quickly moves over to the barrel next to Jarl Dedric, stepping to the side she , presses her shoulder against it, her feet slipped a little as she shifts the large barrel turning it, then she moves to the side and starts pushing it, lightly groans as she pushes the heavy barrel over to the table towards the Kur, bites her lower lip as she ease the barrel close to the Kur, she kept her gaze lowered as she moved closer and stops the barrel at the tables edge
[23:01] Jaster picks up the barrel with one hand and with the other one he removes the top, drinking from it as if were a mug, he will then set it back over the floor and eye the woman: now go with man.... ask if more need.
[23:03] Cly swallows lightly she nods....yes Jarl...she whispers as she rises once more and moves back over to Jarl Dedric, keeping her steely gaze lowered.....is there anything else Jarl wishes of me....she whispers softly
[23:07] Dedric Dryke looks to her and sighs, shaking his head. "No that'll be all." He was back to his sullen self, not caring for much at the moment, not even asking for another horn or for her to clean up the mess. He just wandered back to his seat at the table and rest his head in his hands, elbows on the table.
[23:12] Cly lowers her head she moves to the sink area, dampening a sponge she moves across the floor, slowly she knelt down and starts to clean up the spilled mead, gripping the horn as she retrieves it, she sighs as she took the soiled sponge and horn and takes them back to the sink so that she cold wash the horn and rinse the sponge, fetching a clean horn she takes a rep cloth and wipes it out, going to another barrel she fills the horn, moving with care she returns to Jarl Dedric's side, kneeling down she lowers her head and proffers him the dark liquid...Jarl...she whispers
[23:15] Dedric Dryke turns his head slightly, still propping it up in his hands. He sees her offering him another horn and smiles feintly, taking the horn and just lazily bringing it to his mouth, gulping every last drop without stopping and sighs in relief then before she can move he hands her back the horn, almost shoving it into her hands and moves the same hand to run his fingers through her hair as he has done many times before. "Thank you...Did you clean up the mess?" He was not paying attention when she had.
[23:17] Cly: yes Jarl, i did...she told him lightly as she took the horn and hugging it close to her belly, she kept her head down, she had closed her eyes as she felt his hand running through her hair, she relaxes a little noting that he didnt cuff her for her mess up
[23:21] Dedric Dryke nods some and stop, turning around and rests his head in his arms, lying it on the table, sighing deeply through his nose, relaxing. He didn't know what to do or say, and wasn't up for demanding people around. It showed in his demeanor as he just sat there quietly.
[23:23] Cly: is there anything else Jarl wishes of girl...she asks lightly as she looks up at him, she wants to serve and strive to do her best to please the Free as she shyly glances up at him from under her bangs
[23:25] Dedric Dryke mumbles under his breath from within his arms loudly, almost a groan of uncaring attitude. "Nooooo...." then just sits there in silence, trying to drown out the fire crackles, the wood creaking as the winter winds hit it.
[23:28] Cly: as you wish Jarl...she whispers as she crawls back upon her knees before rising to her feet, she took the horn back to clean it and put it away along with the others, sighing softly she moves back by him....if Jarl needs me i will be out side checking the others if the should come.....she informed him lightly as she then moves to the door, slipping back on her kirtle and socks before slipping back out
[18:12] Wolf Fralto shouts: tal clysa
[18:12] Cly smiles up at the Jarl...tal Jarl
[18:13] Wolf Fralto: greetings clysa
[18:13] Cly smiles gently to him, her steely gaze gleaming lightly....greetings Jarl, i hope all is well with you
[18:14] Wolf Fralto: aye young lady everything is well
[18:14] Cly: thats good to hear, Jarl
[18:15] Wolf Fralto: please call me wolf
[18:15] Cly: im a simple bond, im not allowed to soil a Jarls name upon my lips....looks to him shocked
[18:16] Wolf Fralto: ah i see well now i understand that
[18:16] Cly smiles
[18:16] Cly: Jarl hasnt been long in Torvaldsland hasnt he
[18:17] Wolf Fralto: no i havent my travels have finally brought me here to this wonderful camp
[18:18] Cly: thats good Jarl, i hope that your stay been a good one
[18:18] Wolf Fralto: aye so far it has and i have already been accepted into the clan as well
[18:20] Cly: thats good, Jarl, all is nice here and helpful.....smiles gently as she adjusts her kirtle
[18:20] Wolf Fralto: i hope your trip here was safe
[18:20] Cly: usually is Jarl
[18:21] Cly: does Jarl need anything to drink....she asks lightly as she drops her steely gaze
[18:22] Wolf Fralto: smiles warmly as he wipes a small smudge from her right cheek gently* no i am fine but thank you young lady
[18:23] Cly blushes lightly.....im called clysa, if it pleases Jarl....she lightly informs him
[18:23] Wolf Fralto: aye clysa a very lovely name
[18:23] Cly: thank you Jarl
[18:27] Cly: may i go and tend to some chores Jarl
[18:27] Wolf Fralto: of course please carry on
[18:28] Cly: thank you Jarl....smiles as she slips away towards the long house
[18:43] Cly quietly enters the long house, letting her steely gaze adjust to the dimness within the interior, smiling lightly she slips off her woolen kirtle and socks, hanging the kirtle upon a peg by the door and the socks just under it, she moves to the back to gather a bota, walking over to a barrel she fulls the bota with some fresh mead, humming softly as she does the simple task, seeing that more mead needs to be made, looking about she moves closer to the hearth, gathering the honey, spices and water she goes to a barrel, the honey was strong and had set long by the hearth, gently she pours this into the barrel, adding heated water and spices she takes a large wooden spoon and starts mixing it all together, humming softly as she prepares the darken brew to set a little longer before it would be fully ready to serve to the Jarls and Mistresses, sealing the barrel she pushes against it, her bare feet slipping upon the wooden planks of the floor as she shifts the heavy barrel back against the hearth, smiling ge
[18:43] Cly: ntly she takes the empty honey jar and sets to cleaning it, placing it and the spices back in place she picks up the full bota and a couple of horns to go out and serve those upon the wall, moving to the door she redresses and slips back out into the sunlight
[18:48] Cly: tal Jarl, Mistress
[18:48] ℜεηεε нσχℓєу: Tal Cly
[18:48] Wolf Fralto: Tal cly
[18:49] Cly smiles as she approaches the Free.....may i offer some warm mead....gently hold a bota and couple of horns lightly within her hands
[18:49] Wolf Fralto: mead sounds wonderful to me young lady
[18:50] ℜεηεε нσχℓєу: nothing for me today but thank you for the offer
[18:51] Cly smiles to the Jarl as she moves closer to him, placing the spare horn at the loop of her kirtle skirt she fills a horn for the Jarl and proffers it to him....your mead Jarl...smiles gently
[18:52] Wolf Fralto: smiles taking the horn of mead gently nodding his head* thank you very much cly
[18:52] Cly: yes Mistress youre most welcome...smiles lightly
[18:55] Cly: Jarl is most welcome and i hope you enjoy it and that it keeps you warm
[18:56] Wolf Fralto: aye its going to take me some time to get used to the colder weather here
[18:59] Cly gently nods as she gazes out over the wall....i believe it wont take Jarl too long....smiles gently almost shyly
19:00] Cly glances over to Mistress...is there anything i can get for you Mistress....she asks lightly
[19:00] Wolf Fralto: i dont think so either traveling mainly in the south it was very nice
[19:01] Cly: i see Jarl, i bet it was nice...smiles
[19:03] ℜεηεε нσχℓєу shook her head "No, thank you Cly"
[19:04] Cly: as you wish Mistress
[19:06] Wolf Fralto: cly do you think i can hit that tree off in the distance with my bow?
[19:06] Cly: maybe Jarl, i dont know
[20:01] Wolf Fralto: kiyomi step into the circle
[20:03] Wolf Fralto: growls a bit at the girl starting to pace a bit
[20:03] Dedric Dryke looks to Kiyomi and nods then looks to Wolf still nodding. "She seems obedient enough. You caught yourself a good one."
[20:03] kiyomi Xekri is confused about the circl but steps in it any way
[20:05] ℜεηεε нσχℓєу smiled watching as the girl stepped inside the bond circle "She seems to be a very good girl Wolf"
[20:05] kiyomi Xekri bites her lip blushing
[20:06] Dedric Dryke chuckles a bit and waves a dismissive hand. "I'm from the south, she'll get use to it."
[20:06] Cly gently approaches curiously
[20:06] Wolf Fralto: aye so am i i was just a traveler until a friend told me of this clan
[20:06] kiyomi Xekri qickly sneezes
[20:07] Wolf Fralto: cly why dont you come and meet a soon to be new member
[20:07] Cly: yes Jarl...she moved closer, smiling lightly to teh girl
[20:08] Dedric Dryke raises a brow at Cly's boots while she wanders by.
[20:09] kiyomi Xekri blinks qickly moveing behind the mans leg peeking out as she holds his pants leg looking to the girl shyly
[20:09] Cly catches Jarl Dedrics gaze, she blushes remembering a few nights ago, falling silent
[20:10] Wolf Fralto: dont be shy kiyomi this is clysa another bond madewho is very friendly
[20:11] Cly smiles gently...tal
[20:11] kiyomi Xekri looks up to him for a moment unshor but turns her eyes back to the girl hideing her face behind his leg
[20:11] kiyomi Xekri: tal
[20:11] kiyomi Xekri: its nice to meet you
[20:11] kiyomi Xekri: im kiyomi
[20:12] Wolf Fralto: chuckles a bit smiling warmly while listening carefully
[20:12] Cly: nice to meet you...whispers lightly
[20:14] kiyomi Xekri peeks out at the girl lightly noming on the pants leg nurvisly
[20:14] Cly shyly glances up at Jarl Dedric but lowers her steely gaze, her hand slipping back gently touches behind her, trembles some, before she regain composure......may i get Jarls or Mistress anything....she asks lightly
[20:15] kiyomi Xekri with little tinny sqeeky voice she looks up agin from behind the pants leg
[20:15] kiyomi Xekri: so cold
[20:17] Dedric Dryke says nothing before heading to the gate wall, he spoke to no one and acknowledged none other than nodding to Wolf for his new bondmaid.
[20:18] Wolf Fralto: it seems im a popular one today hahaha
[20:18] kiyomi Xekri: do i stay here
[20:18] kiyomi Xekri is confused
[20:18] kiyomi Xekri sighs
[20:18] Wolf Fralto: you may stand
[20:18] Wolf removes the leash from kiyomi's collar.
[20:18] Wolf attaches a leash to kiyomi's collar.
[20:19] Cly looks back at Mistress....does Mistress require anything...she asks lightly
[20:19] kiyomi Xekri lightly lefts up standing looking around and shivering as cold wind hits her legs
[20:19] Wolf Fralto: would you know where i can find hersome warmer clothes clysa?
[20:20] Cly: not at the moment Jarl
[20:20] Wolf Fralto: alright then well lets get her next to a warm fire
[20:20] Cly: yes Jarl
[20:21] kiyomi Xekri: ... i cant fell my little feet
[20:22] Wolf Fralto: let me see if i can find you something kiyomi
[20:22] kiyomi Xekri fells the warm air and sighs streaching out her cold feet it felling so good
[20:23] Jephego looks too both of the bonds, "I hope i need not remind you of our customs in here...."
[20:24] ℜεηεε нσχℓєу: in the longhall she needs to be naked or my twin will say something
[20:24] Cly slips into the long house following Jarl wolf and his new bond, smiles gently as she gently slips from her kirtle, unlacing the strings she peels away the woolen fabric from her lithe form and hangs it upon a peg by the door, then she gently removes her socks and places them under the kirtle, she smiles gently as she moves to the back of the long house to see what chores needs to be done
[20:27] Cly glances back to Jarl Jephego......may i get you something Jarl
[20:31] Cly moves closer to the hearth she looks up on a shelf and retrieves one of the few horns, taking a rep cloth she gently cleans it, moving over to one of the mead barrals she fills the horn, smiling gently she approaches the Jarl, keeping her gaze lowered she softly spoke to him....mead Jarl
[20:38] Cly slips back to the hearth she gently tends to the fire and checking the water for blackwyne should any free requests it
[20:43] Cly picking up a bota, gently she rinses it with fresh water before taking it to the mead barrel, filling it she corks the bota and slips over to the door, slipping her kirtle back on as well as her socks, chewing her lip she slips back outside to see if any of teh Free wishes for some mead to help warm them
[21:39] Shauni shouts: I would like to be recruited!
[21:39] Phoenix Dionysus shouts: begone from these lands.....
[21:43] Phoenix Dionysus growls annoyedly, spinning to look over his shoulder his piercing eyes burning pale green ice as he draws his focus to you "mead...." be the only words that are uttered from under his mask.
[21:43] Cly gently approaches the Jarl, a bota within her small hands as she moves closer to the wall, feeling the snow under her feet as she moves with care, jumps hearing the growl coming from him she steps quickly approaching him and offers him the bota filled with the warm mead
[21:44] Cly: mead Jarl....she asked keeping her steely gaze lowered
[21:46] Phoenix Dionysus turns his head curiously to the side a bit at your choice of bringing him a bota instead of bowl or horn, but with a shrug he scoops it from your outstreatched hand, his other hand reaching up and in a well trained maneveur tugging down his mask slightly and using the hand holding the bota to tip back his helm just enough that the neck of the bota reaches his lips and he drinks heavily of it, gulping it down thirstily for many long moments.
[21:48] Cly falls silent, she kept still before him, she was still learning the ways of a bond, she shifts a little nervously knowing he was watching her
[21:50] Phoenix Dionysus mulled over the last mouthful he had taken from the bota it was still half full however and with a slightly swirl he toyed with the sweet drink inside, finally swallowing down the savoured sip while looking at you finally speaking he muttered to you"tell me of yerself girl"
[21:52] Cly slowly peeks up at him under her auburn bangs she lightly wets her lips.....i am called clysa by the Jarl Overseer...she informed him...ive only been in camp for a week and collared as a camp slave
[21:52] Phoenix Dionysus: what lands do you hail from then?
[21:53] Cly: im a barbarian Jarl...she lowers her steely gaze shyly
[21:55] Phoenix Dionysus lifts his gaze to yours at your words " a barbarian you say....IVe never seen one of their women before..." taking a sudden step closer to you, he looms large over your small dimnuitive form, his eyes seeming all the brighter in his shadow, a large leather cland hand coming up to your tiny shoulder feeling at your flesh.
[21:56] Cly lightly chews her lower lip nervously, trembles lightly feeling the touch, swallowing some she dared not move
[21:58] Phoenix Dionysus chuckles as he felt the slight trembles run thru your body, his deep laughter echoing from within his helm, he nods to you and ushers you toward the longhouse "fetch me some food....another bota and a horn to drink from girl....we're not barbarians here" followed this up with more unhibited laughter, the sort that gave chills to most folk.
[21:59] Cly: yes Jarl...she replied as she quickly turns at the ball of her feet and rushes back to teh long house
[22:02] Cly slips into the long house she quickly strips away the woolen kirtle, smiles lightly to Jarl Jephgo as she moves past him and heads towards the back of teh long house to fetch more mead and food for Jarl Skarr
[22:06] Cly uses the bota she had in her hands she refills it with teh dark rich honey mead from a barrel close to the hearth, she also fetch a horn from a shelf, picking up a tray she went over near the spinning spit and tears off a few peices of the roast tarsk, smiling lightly she quickly goes to the door, redresssing she makes sure not to dally in her serving
[22:09] Cly approaches the Jarl with the tray filled with roast tarsk meat, a bota filled with fresh mead and a horn that was tucked within the folds of her skirt, gently she peeks up at him before stepping closer with care
[22:10] Cly: Jarl...she spoke lightly as she nears him
[22:11] Phoenix Dionysus grunted low within his chest at your approach, motioning to the ground for you to lay the tray out before l umbering his bulk down ito sit, knocking back his helm for a moment to eat, the shock of thick pale blonde knotted locks coming loose from the iron.....he pulls downhis mask as he looks over what you have brought, immediately grabbing the bone of the meat and lifting it to his mouth to begin tearing chunks from and devouring almost savouringly had not been for the quickness in which he swallowed it.
[22:13] Cly gently kneels down not far from him after she set the tray before him, removing the horn from her belt she picks up the bota, uncorking it with her teeth she gently fulls the horn, recorking the bota she sets it in her lap and lightly holds out the horn for him, keeping her gaze lowered
[22:15] Phoenix Dionysus takes the horn from you with his free hand and immediately tosses the mead from it over his shoulder to splash on the stones behind him "To Odin" he calls out as he does and then dropping the horn to your lap again he takes another bite of the meat, nodding to you with a moutful "flavour the rim....I want to taste barbarian nectar..."
[22:19] Cly blushes hotly, almost startled by his request, she heard of such as she chews her lower lip nervously and lowers her steely eyes shyly, slowly she picks up the horn and shifts upon her knees spreading her thighs more as she slips the skirt of her kirtle, a soft whimper seems to slip from her as she caresses the rim of the horn along the soft tender fold, trembling she glances up at him as she then takes the bota once more, refilling the horn she offers it to him once more, dropping her eyes
[22:22] Phoenix Dionysus lowers the hunk of meat he had been tearing into, dropping it to the tray again, his gaze was on yours,steady as it had ben since dropping the horn in your lap, at least affording you the privacy of not looking down as you did as you were told, his hand grasping the horn from you he lifts it to his lips and only then breaks his gaze before taking a large sip of it, a slight "mmm" escaping his lips as he savouringly swallows the mouthful, then slowly he runs his tongue along the rim, lapping at your scent there.
[22:25] Cly sits back upon her heels as she rests her hands upon her lap she held onto the half filled bota, keeping her steely gaze lowered she was silent, a faint blush caresses her cheeks from the act she performed, it was her first service doing so and many emotions went through her
[22:27] Phoenix Dionysus finished the horn with ease and took up the hunk of meat again, collecting both the half full bota you had orginally brought him and the second you had brought out,,,, moving them from the tray to the ground, he spoke between moutfuls of the meat"go see to the other men that they are not in need of anything, if they are not and you have no chores youre to come back to my feet..."
[22:29] Cly: yes Jarl....she respond as she slips back up to her feet, offers him a light smile as she turns and heads back to the long house
[22:31] Cly slips back into teh long house after serving Jarl Skarr she gently strips from the woolen kirtle, hanging it upon a peg by the door she removes the socks from her feet and places them just under the kirtl, turning her steely gaze to the Jarls she smiles lightly....tal Jarls, is there anything i can get for you...she asked lightly
[22:33] Dedric Dryke looks over his shoulder to Cly and says nothing for a moment. He watches her and makes sure she bares nothing but her skin then turns back and looks to the Kur slightly, bluntly stating. "Horn of mead....Spiced. And meat for the Kur."
[22:37] Cly: yes Jarl...she responded as she moves to the back of teh long house to retreive a horn from one of the shelves, taking a clean rep cloth she cleans the horn, smiling lightly she moves the roast tarsk, tearing off a few large peices from it she places them upon a tray for the Kur, then picking the horn back up she steps to one of the barrels of mead and fills the horn with the rick dark liquid, with care she brought both the tray and the horn to the table, setting the tray down before the kur she turns towards Jarl Dedric andf proffers him with the horn....mead Jarl...she spoke lightly keeping her eyes lowered
[22:40] Jaster grabs each piece of meat and slides them on his mouth, chewing on them letting random small parts of it fall from his mouth. after he is done he will grunt: where barrel?.... me want mead!
[22:41] Dedric Dryke turns and looks into her eyes to see if she would look back. He took the horn from her grasp and took a giant swig from the horn. He noticed it wasn't spiced, sighed, but was not in the mood to do anything about it. He simply turned to the table, leaned on the table top and sipped at the horn, muttering from within the horn as he drank. "Good luck with the barrel...."
[22:42] Cly looks up at the Kur she indicates the large barrel by the hearth...there Jarl...she whispered then lowers her head as she notices Jarl Dedrics reaction as she fell quiet once more
[22:44] Dedric Dryke stands up, hearing the woman, throwing the horn to the side at the wall near the door. "What did you just say to a guest?!" He loomed over her, a stern, serious aura coming from him. He grabbed at her hair and jerked her downwards slightly. "Come again, bond?!"
[22:47] Cly: nothing Jarl...she gasps stepping back frightend, trembling she drops her eyes...forgive me Jarl
[22:48] Dedric Dryke clicks his tongue and points to the ground. "Come here, now....Kneel. Do not apologize to me. Apologize to the Kur or I will feed you to him next time."
[22:50] Cly quickly she moves closer and knelt down, lowering her head she whimpers softly...forgive me Jarl...she spoke to the Kur, she was trembling closing her eyes
[22:52] Jaster grunts and waves his hand signing her to get back on her feet: get mead.... then forgive....now
[22:53] Dedric Dryke walks over to the barrel of mead, expecting Cly to follow him since he was the one barking orders. He eyes the barrel and folds his arms, kicking at it and examing it. "You can push it over to him."
[22:59] Cly: yes Jarl...she jumps to her feet, quickly moves over to the barrel next to Jarl Dedric, stepping to the side she , presses her shoulder against it, her feet slipped a little as she shifts the large barrel turning it, then she moves to the side and starts pushing it, lightly groans as she pushes the heavy barrel over to the table towards the Kur, bites her lower lip as she ease the barrel close to the Kur, she kept her gaze lowered as she moved closer and stops the barrel at the tables edge
[23:01] Jaster picks up the barrel with one hand and with the other one he removes the top, drinking from it as if were a mug, he will then set it back over the floor and eye the woman: now go with man.... ask if more need.
[23:03] Cly swallows lightly she nods....yes Jarl...she whispers as she rises once more and moves back over to Jarl Dedric, keeping her steely gaze lowered.....is there anything else Jarl wishes of me....she whispers softly
[23:07] Dedric Dryke looks to her and sighs, shaking his head. "No that'll be all." He was back to his sullen self, not caring for much at the moment, not even asking for another horn or for her to clean up the mess. He just wandered back to his seat at the table and rest his head in his hands, elbows on the table.
[23:12] Cly lowers her head she moves to the sink area, dampening a sponge she moves across the floor, slowly she knelt down and starts to clean up the spilled mead, gripping the horn as she retrieves it, she sighs as she took the soiled sponge and horn and takes them back to the sink so that she cold wash the horn and rinse the sponge, fetching a clean horn she takes a rep cloth and wipes it out, going to another barrel she fills the horn, moving with care she returns to Jarl Dedric's side, kneeling down she lowers her head and proffers him the dark liquid...Jarl...she whispers
[23:15] Dedric Dryke turns his head slightly, still propping it up in his hands. He sees her offering him another horn and smiles feintly, taking the horn and just lazily bringing it to his mouth, gulping every last drop without stopping and sighs in relief then before she can move he hands her back the horn, almost shoving it into her hands and moves the same hand to run his fingers through her hair as he has done many times before. "Thank you...Did you clean up the mess?" He was not paying attention when she had.
[23:17] Cly: yes Jarl, i did...she told him lightly as she took the horn and hugging it close to her belly, she kept her head down, she had closed her eyes as she felt his hand running through her hair, she relaxes a little noting that he didnt cuff her for her mess up
[23:21] Dedric Dryke nods some and stop, turning around and rests his head in his arms, lying it on the table, sighing deeply through his nose, relaxing. He didn't know what to do or say, and wasn't up for demanding people around. It showed in his demeanor as he just sat there quietly.
[23:23] Cly: is there anything else Jarl wishes of girl...she asks lightly as she looks up at him, she wants to serve and strive to do her best to please the Free as she shyly glances up at him from under her bangs
[23:25] Dedric Dryke mumbles under his breath from within his arms loudly, almost a groan of uncaring attitude. "Nooooo...." then just sits there in silence, trying to drown out the fire crackles, the wood creaking as the winter winds hit it.
[23:28] Cly: as you wish Jarl...she whispers as she crawls back upon her knees before rising to her feet, she took the horn back to clean it and put it away along with the others, sighing softly she moves back by him....if Jarl needs me i will be out side checking the others if the should come.....she informed him lightly as she then moves to the door, slipping back on her kirtle and socks before slipping back out
Assassins of Gor
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Kuurus was one of the dread caste of assassins on the hidden world of Counter-Earth. He was hired for twenty pieces of gold to avenge the death of a warrior. Now he was on his way to the great city of Ar, where he was forbidden by ancient sentence of death ever to appear again.
He knew nothing of his intended victim, save that the man had taken part in the savage tarn races at the Arena of Ar. And all he knew of the man he was to avenge was a name.
The name was that of Tarl Cabot, the great warrior and servant of the all-powerful Priest-Kings. And that was strange.
Because the true name of Kuurus was Tarl Cabot.
He knew nothing of his intended victim, save that the man had taken part in the savage tarn races at the Arena of Ar. And all he knew of the man he was to avenge was a name.
The name was that of Tarl Cabot, the great warrior and servant of the all-powerful Priest-Kings. And that was strange.
Because the true name of Kuurus was Tarl Cabot.
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