Raiders of Gor

Tarl Cabot was a warrior of Gor - the world that Earth could never see. Normally, he was a proud and mighty warrior. But now he was bound for Port Kar, the only city with no home stone to give it a heart. It was a city of reavers and looters... of outcasts without allegiance. Merchants and pirates stalked its quays beside the beautiful Sea of Thassa.

Tarl Cabot was headed for the sinkhole of the planet, a teeming den of iniquity. And that was no place for an honest warrior from far Ko-ro-ba.

But he was no longer Tarl Cabot, the warrior. Now he was only Bosk... a miserable slave!

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Prize of Gor

Ellen is a beautiful young slave girl on the planet Gor. Yet she was not always thus. For nearly sixty years she was a woman of Earth, but life had largely passed her by. Then, following an apparently chance encounter at the opera with a strangely familiar young man, an echo from her past, she finds herself transported from Earth to Gor. Here she discovers the true identity of her kidnapper and his sinister motives. She is given a strange drug that reverses the aging process, turning back time itself, and once again she's the beautiful young woman she remembers from years before, so long ago. Now her adventures really begin. Ellen finds herself a slave in the mighty Gorean city of Ar, where the harsh rule of the occupying forces of Cos and their mercenary allies is being challenged by the mysterious Delta Brigade. Surrounded by intrigue, rumors, plots, and betrayal, her adventures bring her face to face with strange and terrifying beasts, and sickeningly familiar weapons. Men challenge one another to own her. To the victor the spoils, but who will that victor be? Her fate is decided in this latest thrilling installment of John Norman's best selling Gorean Saga.

2011-03-22: Meeting the Baker/new Mistress

Mistress Thorne the Baker

[00:15]  Thorne wanders up the path humming softly and brushes a strand of hair from her cheek as she eyes the girl.
[00:16]  Cly smiles gently back as she urns watching...tal
[00:16]  Cly: ^turns
[00:17]  Thorne looks her over as she again swats at the stubborn hair, tucking it behind her ear. She holds the basket of fresh baked breads and rolls out to the girl and motions for her to pick one.
[00:18]  Cly smiles gently she lowers her gaze...Mistress is too kind, thank you....she whispered as she gently picks out one of the smaller rolls
[00:18]  Thorne gives her a nod and holds a delicate finger to her lips in a "hush" motion, then gives her a slight wink and moves past towards the longhouse
[00:20]  Cly smiles softly she nibbles upon the roll, winks to the Mistress before she slipped into the long house, carefully she finishes the roll before she follows into the long house
[00:20]  ::Kool Door whispers: clysa Dragoone opened the door
[00:22]  Cly blinks as she enters she looks back seeing the Mistress as she gently strips from the warm kirtle, turning she hangs the soft wool upon a peg by the door, humming softly she slips to the back of the hall to see is the Mistress need any help
[00:24]  Cly: is there anything i can do for you Mistress....she asked lightly as she approaches her
[00:24]  Thorne watches the girl come and smiles softly. She decides she will introduce herself, though it is of course not expected. The voice that rolls up her throat is husky and rich laced with a thick accent from the southern regions somewhere. "I am Thorne, and the new baker, girl. How are you called?" She turns and takes out a large mixing bowl and sets it on the counter as she reaches for some eggs.
[00:26]  Cly: pleasure to meet you Mistress, i am called cly, if it pleases you...she offers a light smile
[00:26]  Thorne nods and cracks a few of the small vulo eggs into the bowl as she eyes the girl. Her head tilts a moment as she seems to think on something. "Do you cook, girl?"
[00:29]  Cly: im learning how to Mistress....she admits shyly as she cast her steely gaze downward
[00:31]  Thorne nods again and holds an egg out to the girl. "Four eggs in the bowl.."
[00:33]  Cly gently she takes the egg in her hand, moving closer to the bowl she cracks it open, smiles lightly she repeat the action a few times til there were four total
[00:36]  Thorne watches her  a moment and then turns to begin poking about to see what supplies they had. She riffles through several sacks for any flour. She measures out two huge scoops of the stuff and plops it in the bowl. She peers at the girl. "Do you have milk? What kind does not matter though I prefer bosk myself..."
[00:37]  Cly: there is fresh bosk milk...she informed her as she slips to the side where the pitcher was kept upon a shelf by the hearth, carefully she picks it up and brings it to the MIstress
[00:38]  Thorne smiles and motions to the bowl. "Just enough to wet the flour. Now... sugars.... where do you keep them?" she turns, her hands on her hips as she scans the shelves.
[00:40]  Cly nods gently as she moves closer to teh bowl, gently pouring it, she glances back to her...tis next to the sa-tarna flour sack Mistress....she mentioned lightly as she turns setting the pitcher back in its place
[00:42]  Thorne gives a little exclaimation of victory when she sees that the sugar is indeed where the girl said. she fetches the tins of both white and yellow sugar and brings them back to the table. "A bit of the white, just guess... now, salt? I know that one is a bit more tricky up here hm?"
[00:44]  Cly gently she adds some of the white then she looks over, stepping closer to teh hearth standing on her toes she reaches up and pulls down a small container, smiles lightly as she shows it to the Mistress
[00:44]  Thorne smiles and points at the bowl. "Add a pinch of salt then."
[00:45]  Cly: yes Mistress...moves closer to the counter she opens the container and adds just a pinch of salt to the mixture before returning the container back to the shelf
[00:47]  Thorne wiggles her fingers. "Now knead it until it is sticky and all the flour is mixed up. I will find a pan." With that she turns and starts rummaging loudly through the cupboards. On occasion she takes her bow from her back to reach things on the top she cannot reach on her own, almost as if the weapon was a natural extension of herself. She plops a round flat pan on the counter and leans on it, watching the girl.
[00:49]  Cly: yes Mistress...she smiles as she moves to the counterspilling the contents upon a sheet, she gently kneads the mixture, lightly humming as she does so out of habit, she glances to the Mistress before lowering her eyes back to her work
[00:50]  Thorne grins and waves a hand at her. "I do the same. Cooking makes me very at ease, I normally sing. You may if you like." She takes a little of the loose flour and sprinkles it over the bottom of the pan and murmurs softly. "It keeps the bread from sticking as it bakes..."
[00:52]  Cly nods...its about the same how we do it back on my home world...she told her lightly watching her, smiling softly
[00:53]  Thorne lifts a brow. "Your home world? You are barbarian?" The curiosity in her face is almost too bright as she leans forward to hear tales of this strange place. She blinks after a moment remembering the bread. "Flatten it out on the pan all the way to teh edges"
[00:55]  Cly: yes Mistress....she nods as she places the dough upon the pan, carefully she flattens it out, spreading across the pan, as she glances to her...and yes im what you would call a barbarian, Mistress
[00:56]  Thorne looks absolutely intrigued as she slides the baking stone from the bakers oven allowing the girl to place the pan inside. "Perhaps one of these days you will tell me about your home?"
[00:57]  Cly gently smiles nodding, it seems long since she thought of her home and was happy to talk about it...yes Mistress i would be happy to...she told her as she places the pan inside
[00:58]  Thorne pushes hte pan back a ways and seals the oven witht eh baking stone and steps back. "Well, lets clean up before I start the fruit paste."
[00:59]  Cly: yes Mistress...turning she retrieved a rep cloth, wetting it she turns and starts to clean off the counter for her, humming lightly again as she works along with the Mistress

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Priest-Kings of Gor

Once Tarl Cabot had been the mightiest warrior of Gor, the strange world of Counter-Earth. But now on all the planet, he had no friends except the tarn, the mighty bird on which he flew.

He was an outcast, with every hand against him. His home city had been destroyed, his loved ones scattered or killed. And that was at the orders of the Priest-Kings, those mysterious beings who ruled absolutely over Gor.

No man had ever seen a Priest-King. They were said to dwell somewhere in the Mountains of Sardar. And none who entered that forbidden land ever returned alive.

Nonetheless, Tarl Cabot headed into the Mountains of Sardar!

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Players of Gor

During the holiday revels of Port Kar, an attempt is made on the life of Tarl Cabot. And Tarl discovers that the Priest-Kings have turned against him! To clear himself of their charge of treason, he must follow the assassin's trail. The way to achieve that was to join, in disguise, a troupe of traveling Players, a sort of Gorean carnival, which would give him entry to enemy cities and hostile territories.
But life in such a carnival is always a risk in itself. There are monsters in form and monsters in mind amount them - and there may be spies of the alien Kurii and the omnipotent Priest-Kings.
Players of Gor is a rich and full adventure on that wondrous world where free men must fight and slave girls must yield, where life and liberty may depend on the chance moves of a game-board or the edged passions of the dueling ground. And where Tarl's destiny must bring him fact to face with a conspiracy of superhuman powers.