Gor ~ The Belled Collar: Tavern in Ar
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				Title: <strong>Gor ~ The Belled Collar: Tavern in Ar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>10-04-2017, 03:41:54</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://cdn1.epicgames.com/ue/item/MedievalTavern2_Screenshot_05-1920x1080-05327a9c9f7b0272012d4a614618295f.png)</div><br><div align="center">"<em>There was Gorean applause in the room, the striking of the right palm on the left shoulder. I rose to my feet and placed two copper tarsks on the table. I went to the girl and, with the side of my foot, kicked her. "Get to the alcove," I told her.<br>"Yes, Master," she said, and scrambled up, hurrying with a rustle of jewelry and bells to a leather-curtained alcove. There was more Gorean applause as I followed her and, turning, from inside, drew shut the curtains of the alcove. When I had them buckled shut from the inside, I turned to face the girl.<br>She knelt in the position of the pleasure slave, back in the alcove, on the scarlet furs, in the light of the small lamp. I looked about. There were some chains in the alcove and an coil of rope and a whip.<br>"If Master desires special equipment," she said, "it will be provided by Busebius." <br>"There is more than enough here to tame you," I said. <br>"Yes, Master," she said." <br>"Rogue of Gor" page 13</em><br><br>~Men play Kaissa (comparative to Urth Chess) as beautiful collared women adorned in green and gold silk serve them paga, (hard grain liquor, similar to Urth Whiskey) the price of which the man has the freedom to take a desired woman to a curtained alcove to do whatever he likes. Free Women are not permitted, and if they try to sneak in they will be thrown naked in the center of the room and forced to preform for their new Masters under a whip, and as the Law of Ar dictates all enslaved females wear the collar of their Masters in public at all times.~</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Belled Collar: Tavern in Ar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Story Tale</strong> on <strong>18-04-2017, 05:49:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/Atiya_2.jpg)</div> <strong>Character</strong>: Atiya<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Belled Collar<br><strong>Concerning:</strong> Waking &amp; going on an errand to the markets. <br><hr><br>Atiya carefully untangled herself from the worn, ragged furs of the pallet she shared with her sister in the kennels of the tavern. Before she stood she moved the fur they shared over the older girls shoulders, tucking her back in carefully. Jaina sighed in her sleep and rolled into the warm spot Atiya had left, the pretty girls lids never even cracking. Jaina had always been a deep sleeper but, more than that Atiya knew her sister was exhausted from the previous nights work. Though they shared the same kennel and were slaves in the same tavern it was likely that this was the closest Atiya would come to being in contact with her sister until they shared the furs again. It was enough though, to have this last tangible connection to Urth, and Atiya clung to the idea of it as much as she could.<br><br>It was early morning – Atiya’s favorite time of day – and all was quiet now in the tavern. The only people up at this ahn were usually her and the cook and when she walked into the kitchen she wasn’t surprised to see the cook standing over a table chopping sul’s into manageable pieces, presumably to put into the days sullage. The cook always seemed to have something going in the kitchens of the popular tavern whether it was cuts of bosk meat roasting, great round loaves of sa-tarna bread baking, or other dishes cooking in various stages of completion. The smells, though they were indisputably Gorean, were not so foreign that she couldn’t close her deep blue eyes and imagine she was in her mothers kitchen just before Sunday dinner. In the morning while the city was quiet and only the cook was awake, she felt the most at content. <br><br>Atiya watched the cook only for the breath of an ihn or two. She knew the man would sooner box her ears than let her stand around pointlessly. The only thing that likely saved Atiya from more frequent beatings was that she was somewhat intuitive when it came to making herself useful. That and her uncanny ability to keep quiet and out of the path of most Free. She largely went unnoticed whether it be in the kitchen or out in the streets carrying out some errand or other. Atiya picked up a rep cloth and began cleaning the few dishes that the cook had managed to dirty already but, before she could finish, the cook was already barking out her name as well as a few other words that were, frighteningly enough, starting to sound more and more familiar to her. <br><br>She strained to pick out the words she had learned in the few months since her abduction on Urth and eventual imprisonment. “Atiya, …. market …. bosk …. cheese.” She breathed a sigh of relief as the cook tied a shopping list and a small bag with a few coins clinking softly inside. As long as she reached the location the shop owners would take over, untying the shopping list from her collar as well as taking what coins were owed for the items. Also, she had been to the market for bosk meat and cheese before. The first time it had taken her nearly 3 ahn to make the trip as she had to get directions from the veiled gestures of other slaves along the way. She didn’t dare ask any Free how to get somewhere so could only whisper “Market?” to their slaves as they passed and the other kajira would point quickly in some direction. She had been at their mercy and, while some pointed in the correct direction, just as many led her astray as if they found it amusing to see a barbarian girl lost in the city of Ar. Oh, it might have been amusing for them but all that wasted time earned her several lashings from her Master’s whip when she returned and she was forced to continue working afterwards, though her back had been opened and bloodied, her white silks tattered from her shoulder blades to her waist. <br><br>Atiya turned to walk out of the kitchens and hurry along to the market. She was always eager to go because if she were able to reach the market quickly enough she would have the luxury of taking her time on the way back. Before she could reach the doorway though she heard the cook call out her name sharply and she flushed. ‘Oh yes,’ she thought to herself, ‘that old thing.’ She turned and bowed her head, her long curly blond hair spilling over her slender shoulders as she moved back to the cook. Her hands lifted up and she laced her fingers behind her head and spread her feet to shoulder width apart. She held this position as the cook tugged into place the iron belt that Atiya wore on her errands, jerking her around unapologetically as he tugged a chain through a loop then locked it into place. Atiya kept her eyes averted having learned long ago to not look a Free in the eyes. There must have been something defiant about Atiya’s gaze that most Free didn’t care for because she had been the brunt of many a slap or kick or curse for only looking back at them. When the cook finished she relaxed her arms and turned swiftly, her white silk garment settling around the cold iron belt so that only hints of metal could only be seen at certain angles. <br><br>She breathed in deeply and turned her face up to the Gorean sun, drinking in the fresh air and the gentle warmth that the outdoors provided. It wasn’t that she was forbidden from going outside, obviously, but the chores at the tavern were so numerous that often she did not have time to be outside unless the cook happened to send her out for an errand. She hurried down the street towards the market and would, unless stopped, make her way at half speed back, arms laden with cuts of raw bosk meat and a wheel of cheese for the nightly crowd of men ready to drink, eat, and take pleasure in whichever paga slave that caught their fancy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Belled Collar: Tavern in Ar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>craeric</strong> on <strong>19-04-2017, 03:03:01</strong>
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				Concerning: Coming into Ar<br>Character: Hector<br>Tagging: Atiya<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/08/fd/82/08fd82296fd64ada18923e359cd2f4b0.jpg)</div>It was about three Ahn past dawn when the caravan finally arrived in Ar, a long group of trading wagons and people coming to celebrate in the greatest city of Gor&nbsp; for the love feast- plus in Hectors case, perhaps purchase of a slave and after the great feast starting work on the new, massive house of the merchant Cartor.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was journeyman assistant to the master builder, who was a distant cousin of his mothers.<br><br>It was too early for Paga, but all the same he began heading towards the tavern, for its use as a restraint as well.&nbsp; finding it closed, until midday, he drank from his water flask and had the last few dried figs and pressed waybread he had brought from his home two long weeks before.&nbsp; He sat at a small public bench, a stranger but one watching the comings and goings, bold but not too much so- after all, the word stranger and enemy were the same in the merchant tongue, and not a few would be weary of his presence.<br><br>Then he saw a pretty Kajira.&nbsp; she was blonde, blue eyed, decently shapely- and wore white silk.&nbsp; She seemed on an errand for the pub owner, and he did not stop her- but he watched her, eyes trailing down her back, legs, scanning her feet, hands, chest.&nbsp; taking the young woman, the young slave, in.&nbsp; &nbsp;If she was a barbarian, if only he thought, he might try to buy her.&nbsp; Like most slaves, she was beautiful, but he reminded himself that there must be a reason she was still white silk.&nbsp; He didn't speak, she was not worth speaking to, and had done nothing to hinder her, but he felt a quickening of his lust watching the blonde slave.&nbsp; <br><br>He could do no more, not yet.&nbsp; but he smiled at her as she was almost past him.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Tal, Kajira.&nbsp; &nbsp;who owns you?" he asked her, suspecting the answer but not sure for certain.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Belled Collar: Tavern in Ar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Story Tale</strong> on <strong>24-04-2017, 08:10:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/Atiya_2.jpg)</div> <strong>Character</strong>: Atiya<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Belled Collar<br><strong>Concerning:</strong> Waking &amp; going on an errand to the markets. <br><hr><br>As Atiya hurried along the road that led to the market she observed the free man sitting at the bench along the way. As her mind often did she wondered what the man would be if he were on Urth. Probably some UFC fighter or something, she mused. He was too thick to be a basketball player though he certainly was tall enough for it. Though she appreciated his form she averted her eyes quickly lest she catch his attention. She was learning that the less she talked to the free, especially strangers, the better.<br><br>Unfortunately for her just as she was about to pass the man he spoke and she recognized the words of greeting and her title, kajira, but nothing else. She hadn’t been asked often enough who owned her because the free at the tavern already knew who owned her and the free at the market knew once they saw the slip of paper with the shopping list on it. She took a deep breath and turned trying to rehearse the words she would say before she said them, her soft lips moving noiselessly as practices the few words she knows. She walks over to stand in front of him and starts with a hesitant&nbsp; “greetings,” then she kneels quickly, almost forgetting to do so. Her rump bounces down onto her heels with a clinking of chain scraping against the iron belted around her pelvis and her knees push together into the typical pose for a tower slave. <br><br>She looks up at him briefly and her eyes trail over the scar along the side of his face before she remembers her place and her eyes lower to his feet. Flustered already now that she had forgotten to kneel&nbsp; before she spoke she started again. “Greetings Master….” She paused and went over the words that he said after the greetings.. Maybe he was asking where she was going? Her lips twisted as she worried her bottom lip then she continued with, “market,” as an answer to where she was going. Her hand reaches up to her collar and she tugs at the list that the cook had folded behind the metal ring with an order for bosk meat and cheese. As a way of explanation she offers him the slip of rence paper, the small scrap held carefully between her dirty fingers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Belled Collar: Tavern in Ar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>craeric</strong> on <strong>24-04-2017, 08:24:20</strong>
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				Concerning:Meeting a slave<br>Character: Hector<br>Location: The belled Collar<br>Tagging: Atiya<br>----------------------------<br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/08/fd/82/08fd82296fd64ada18923e359cd2f4b0.jpg)</div><br>It was a combination of cute and irritable that the slave did not know the langauge of trade- the fact triggering something but Hector was unable to figure out precisely what it was.<br><br>He looked and shook his head.&nbsp; He doubted the market owned her, but he assumed looking at the ammount of meat and cheese asked for who did.&nbsp; He pondered it.&nbsp; She was a comely enough slave, but her accent was interesting- and her lack of knowledge.&nbsp; He looked at how she knealt- so clumsily.&nbsp; She was not long in the Kolar he realized as he watched over her form again.&nbsp; New meat- and he realized something else, likely barbarian.&nbsp; A barbarian!<br><br>He then shook his head and repeated the words- then pointed to the inn then her, then to her collar.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then with a smile, to test something- to see if she was trained at all- he ordered "Nadu, Kajira." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Belled Collar: Tavern in Ar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Supias</strong> on <strong>27-04-2017, 21:16:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i791.photobucket.com/albums/yy199/Supias/a420e1ca-edf1-4c42-9fdc-7cb06089357c.jpg)</div><br>Character:&nbsp; Kahrumour Volundar (Kahru)<br>Location:&nbsp; Outside a Bakery next to the Belled Collar<br>Concerning:&nbsp; Having a bite to eat and observing the city.<br><br>Festivities were well underway and the whole city was preparing, as much for the free flowing coin as for the fest itself.&nbsp; The overflowing bakery was too busy to notice two more Free arrive.&nbsp; Kahru offered a seat to the Free Woman at a table set up outside, just under the pink silk awning.&nbsp; &nbsp;The sun had risen high enough now that it peeked past the taller of the buildings and played peekaboo with the great towers.&nbsp; A few flitting birds dared to drop down not too far from the bakery as an older Free Woman tossed crumbs to them.&nbsp; Not too far, where a railing allowed onlookers to glance down into a gully, a performer had set up a busking box at the base of a small canal fall where a small garden had been groomed for precisely such an invitation.&nbsp; <br><br>Music drifted towards where Kahru let his leather work bag drop heavily upon the table as he waited for Adria to take a seat.&nbsp; He would find his seat near her, a cushion that was situated just so to allow him to face most of the traffic.&nbsp; He had tapped out his kanda by then and replaced the warm root for another use long before reaching the more populated part of town.&nbsp; His large hands tossed aside the flaps of the leather bag to root around inside until he pulled out the fletchers frame and clamped a bare arrow shaft inside.&nbsp; "I knew you had some leather talents, Adria, but I had not thought you would take it on as a craft."&nbsp; He would in no way mention her caste or her other abilities, but he would glance her way as he looked up from the feather he held in his hand.&nbsp; He paused in his work as a kajira neared them and knelt first to Kahru, where he ordered Bazi tea and tospit as well as some salted butter before nodding the girl over towards the Free Woman.&nbsp; <br><br>His gaze drifted towards the open streets as he happened to see a slave nearly walk past a Man who had called to her.&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; He wondered if the man would punish her.&nbsp; Kahru glanced down at the feather once more, pressing it against the table as he took a working knife from his belt and sliced it down the center of the quill.&nbsp; "Tell me.&nbsp; Have you been able to find any more word as to Sand's disappearance?&nbsp; Where he was last, or even what city?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Belled Collar: Tavern in Ar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Story Tale</strong> on <strong>29-04-2017, 01:04:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/Atiya_2.jpg)</div> <strong>Character</strong>: Atiya<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Belled Collar<br><strong>Concerning:</strong> Hector<br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Realization dawned on her when he pointed from the tavern to her collar. One had lifted up to her throat and she nodded then pointed to the tavern. “Owns,” she said, repeating his words in his accent. She then pointed to the bit of paper the cook had given her, still held in Hector’s hand and said, “market.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She smiled up at him with a nervous grin and then her eyes quickly dropped down to his hands. She was never sure where to rest her eyes when in front of a free person and so her gaze usually settled on their hands. His were strong and darker than hers and, though lately she had been using hers for manual labor, his looked much more calloused than her own. She briefly wondered what he did for a living but she didn’t have a chance to guess by his garb or by anything he was carrying before he spoke a word she had heard plenty of times before at the tavern. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For a moment she was confused, to her the word was a way to tell her to kneel and she was already doing that wasn’t she? Her head tilted to the side and she looked up into his eyes trying to see whether he was mocking her or if he were truly asking her to do something different then what she was already doing. She had watched from the kitchens as her sister was hastily trained and Atiya tried to remember what was different about what she was doing right now. She had seen the free bend and twist Jaina into many different positions and bark out names for each but the most common one was much like what Atiya was doing now but only with legs spread wider. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a rush of relief Atiya decided this must be what the man was asking for and she hurried to obey. Her legs spread, not as wide as some of the girls in the tavern, but to about shoulder width apart. The new position left her feeling open and vulnerable and though most of her pelvis was blocked from view by the iron belt her hand involuntarily jerked to arrange the dirty white silk to cover herself. She wanted nothing more than to cover her upper body with her hands but she had at learned to keep her hands down and allow a free to inspect any part of her they wished. To keep from covering herself she balled the sides of her garment into her fists, the fingers crinkling the fabric and bunching it up and she unknowingly exposed more of herself then she would have if she had just placed her hands on her thighs like she should have. The tops of her pale thighs were revealed and though they were covered in dirt and scratches they were also shapely and well muscled. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a questioning perk of one eyebrow she repeated, “Nadu?” Then she added the one answer she had learned first, “yes Master.” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Belled Collar: Tavern in Ar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>craeric</strong> on <strong>29-04-2017, 01:58:26</strong>
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				Character: hector<br>Location: Belled collar<br>Concerning: Atiya and newcomers<br>----<br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/08/fd/82/08fd82296fd64ada18923e359cd2f4b0.jpg)</div><br>this girl, he realized, was a true barbarian- not necessarily stupid, but completely unaware of her place.&nbsp; what a glory it would be to train her for his own.&nbsp; No he thought- that it will be.&nbsp; he was fairly sure she was new.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; But he would watch her, and speak with her master when she returned.&nbsp; Instead his eyes went slowly to the table and the two who approached it.&nbsp; Free companions?&nbsp; it seemed as likely an explanation as anything.&nbsp; He would need to train the slut better at Nadu though, for certain.&nbsp; He glanced and nodded at the men, deciding not to punish the girl- she would not yet know what for even, and gorean men, though harsh, were not cruel.<br><br>He eyed the barbarian more, but also eyed the others, and decided to greet them.&nbsp; He after all was a stranger, and it was as risky to be such as it was to be a slave in some ways.&nbsp; more so.&nbsp; &nbsp;He Nodded to the free woman "Tal, my lady.&nbsp; Tal Sir." He said to them, bending a head in greeting as he saw the man notice him.&nbsp; He eyed the Kajira again and then slowly kicked her legs just a little, not harshly but in instruction to open them wider.
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