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Memorial Lucy Bronet, Ubara of Olni
Sunday, January 7th, 2024
Many known and lesser known Goreans took part in the memorial for Lucy Bronet, Ubara of Olni, and paid her their last respects: Jarek SpiritWeaver, Ubar of Olni, Verona Lorgsval, Kaiila Mahoney, Melita (taylor.schroeder), Ray Lobo Tolnus (nevar.lobo) ,Heimfjord Rune Priest, Maloverra Whitesong, slaver, Black Ort, Koh Gausman, Master Assassine, Triad Fallen, killer, Obsidian (thom.podlum), Master Assassine, Fjölşviör Törvaldşön (eliphas.maktoum), Green Cliffs Chief, Augustus Bade from Turmus, Kama Maertens, scribe of Koroba, Saryn (saryn.tedeschi), Ubara of Sais and Nicholas Eel, Skuld Forkbeard (charly.snowfield) from Torvaldsland, Juicy Bamaisin, Tatrix of Tharna, Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander, Whip Radio Broadcaster), Fidelio Matador, Administrator of Ar, Rayn Courtenay (rayn.yedmore), warrior of Geela, Tariq ibn Joshao al Samini (kitten.serpente), Initiate of the Oasis of Two Scimitars, Chang Chayoo (changqang.chayoo) and мαηα νøη мєtвøгg (pitu.pearl) from Axe, Rarius Yuroki (Yuroki Uriza), merchant of the Oasis of Lame Kaiila and his slave Blanca, famous Kaissa and Zar players, Collin Daines, Ubar of Genesian Port and several citizens, Lady Mae Leidolf El Congo (maevao.etchegaray) from the Oasis of Tashid, Dingo of Ko-ro-ba (dingo.night), Regent of Ko-Ro-Ba, merchants from Telnus, people from Woods of Clearchusand from the Plains and more…
[Lucy Bronet died December 15th from complications related to a surgery. She had a aortic valve replaced then died the following Friday on 12/15.]
[13:46] Jarek SpiritWeaver: We companioned in July of 2010. We had taken on a bigger role in leadership in Olni already. Eric had to depart due to RL. I became Ubar in December 2010 with Lucy at my side. Partners in many ways. I fell in love with the woman. Here in sl, RL…
[13:52] Jarek SpiritWeaver: Lucy went to the hospital at the beginning of December for what should have been a difficult but routine procedure. Things did not go as planned. She battled hard, never quit. She had her moments of being…frustrated with it all. The first time I saw her she said “take me home’ and I said babe I can’t and she said “shit”.
[13:54] Jarek SpiritWeaver: We found out after a surgery that what was going on was not survivable.- She left on her own time and terms at 4:10 am December 15, 2023. I told her daughter that right now there are literally HUNDREDS of people all over the world mourning your mom. This is truly what a mark she left on us all
[14:06] Lark (discovering.destiny): I’ve been part of SL and our Gorean RP community now for well over 15 years. It was in the early days that I first met Lucy, but did not know her well. Then in about 2015, after the death of another friend, I took over the duties of leading the RFL Jail & Bails (on my brutish assassin character) along with Mexli. Lucy was one of our strongest supporters and it was quite simply a given that we would launch Jail & Bail each year in Olni. During the next several years, I came to know Lucy more and more. She was someone I called friend, someone I respected, and someone I could always call on when there was a need. One such time was when she joined me to attend a funeral for the infant child of one of our friends here in SL. It was as if two friends who had known each other for many many years were coming together in support of another. Lucy was there to give of herself for the comfort of the parents. She was someone who united others and gave of herself without hesitation. No one will be able to
[14:06] Lark (discovering.destiny): fill her shoes … ever.
[14:06] Lark (discovering.destiny): Jarek, my heart goes out to you for your relationship with Lucy was not the typical SL relationship. It was deeper and crossed well into the real world. I wish I could mend what I know is a deeply broken heart. For now, I can only say that you have friends here who are ready to assist you and I hope you will take full advantage of that support.
[14:07] Lark (discovering.destiny): And for Lucy’s family … I offer my deepest condolences. Lucy was one in a million, a fact I am sure you are all well aware of. I hope that we can all join together in celebrating her life even in the midst of heartache. And I hope that we will all be able to remember our friend as the dynamic, loyal, kind, and giving woman she was.[14:07] Lark (discovering.destiny): Finally, I would like to share a J.R.R Tolkien quote. “No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it… White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.” I believe Lucy’s journey has transformed and that those who love her will see her again on those white shores and in the green country.
[14:07] Lark (discovering.destiny): Here’s to you, Lucy!!
[14:19] Kaiila Mahoney: Lucy Bonet, a force to be reckoned with, A free woman, a scribe, sim owner, a dedicated relayer and a friend. She read to us every Friday on the Whip, We learned Gor from her, with the news our hearts took a dip. So many people told me she was their first, First owner, first to teach them of caste, the first to welcome them to Gor. She was our inspiration, a storyteller at heart, A tremendous friend with a knack for knowing just when you needed a friend.
[14:20] Kaiila Mahoney: She was so consistent that we all could depend, On Olni being there, and we could always find a friend that cared. Many have passed through these gates with Merve standing guard, We knew Lucy would defend us, her love for us never marred.
She also knew how to scold us with that touch of class, That showed in truth she really cared, and we knew it would pass. We were all lucky to know this great lady, I celebrate her with all of you, knowing she is with us in spirit and memory.
I stand here today with many family and friends knowing this story ends, but deep inside she will be here cheering us on still near.
[14:20] Kaiila Mahoney: Knowing the story So today we rejoice not at the loss, But the opportunity to have known her and the adventures we had. Lucy Bonet, you will always be remembered, For the love and kindness you shared.
[14:22] Kama Maertens: First time I met Lucy was when she came first in SL Gor back in 2008.
Back then there was the “Salerian Confederation” where I was Chief Scribe of the City of Ti. She wanted to become a scribe and Jarvis Quan sent her to me to take lessons.
With the disappearance of the confederation our paths drifted apart. But we never lost sight of each other. In the years that followed Lucy became fan of Kaissa and Zar, and she sponsored many tournaments in the great Olni.
Every now and then in our Gorean World someone comes a long with the ability to lead ..and Inspire
Lucy was someone like that. It started with a small ripple but she build it to strong current.
It began with a a small step and she never let others stand in her path and her vision for her belief in Gor and the City of Olni. Lady Lucy, Ubara of Olni, She was a force in Gor, she will be greatly missed.
My condolences go out to her RL Family, her Gorean Family, the citizen of Olni and all that loved her..
[14:24] Cooper Galena (bobthedishwasher): My words are for Jarek: You stood with me when mine was taken in real life, and now I stand with you. I shall miss Lucy. They are never truly gone, they are always with us, past pain and tears, their voices deep in our thoughts and memories. Walk in her light, listen to her voice, and trust me when I say, that with time the pain is lessened, and the memories brightest in our eyes. She is with you, she loves you, she is not gone, she simply walks in your mind, and waits to join you in a better place.
[14:25] Rapture (rapture.enchantment): Many know me, and some do not, what most do not know is that I met Lucy whilst she was part of Tampica, and the whole big group she was part of there with Geordi Indigo, Cleo Heiss, and many others. I was a slave at first there when I first came in there, and I met her as such, she helped me to set up the market there in Tampica, I redid their market for them, and helped it become a success, and then later on I was Freed, and she presided over my Manumission papers, she became a good friend to me, and I was later on years later part of a big administrative team with her, I continued on that team, with her councelling for peace with so many issues. She was a great administrator. So it is with fond memories that I recall that many years ago I was a FC and a Physician in this very city with a man named Apolo, it was a long time ago I do not remember his full name, but I do remember the happy times. There were a great many of them, and Lucy on your Journey to the Wide Blue Wonder and the beautiful Heaven, know…
[14:25] Rapture (rapture.enchantment): that you are missed, and we regarded you with the greatest respect. Your knowledge, your candidacy, your beauty inside, will be missed by all, and you will be missed by me too. I love you. You were a bright light for us all! Thank you for being a part of my Second Life.
[14:31] Anisa (ritzy.starfall): For those of you who think Gor is dead… this is your answer — it’s not dead we are all here on several sims celebrating the life of a Mistress we all loved…
Farewell, Teal Razor
Sunday, April 4th, 2021
A memorial for Teal Razor took place in Olni. Many Goreans gathered and showed her their respect. [Memorial Teal Razor chatlog]
Olni Trade Fair
Monday, March 9th, 2020
They are upon you!
Saturday, February 8th, 2020
Torvaldslanders attacking Olni in Saleria!
ANARCHY IS AFOOT ~ Chinks in the Armor of Gor
Saturday, November 1st, 2014
Olni River – Saleria
ANARCHY IS AFOOT ~ Chinks in the Armor of Gor
By Teal Razor, slave of Captain Siri Emerald Jr., Olni
I am almost finished telling you the story of my landing on Gor and the Masters that have populated my life. But, I have to stop a moment with that narrative because I was much disturbed this week by the activities I was witness to. These happenings were clearly the avant garde of creeping anarchy.
One of the treasured feelings I have since arriving on Gor is the pecking order of caste’s and the place of slaves in all this. The world I came from permitted migrations across class structure. Sometimes this was for the good as when an uneducated person crosses into the dominion of the educated. But these migrations can have a negative side as when a person lies their way into a situation that is over their heads. These arrivistes lay waste the class that they are pushing themselves into. They cause small anarchies which are observed and mostly followed by those who lack morals, scruples, and logic. I am saddened that these anarchists are becoming rampant on Gor and no one is there to stop them.
I witnessed this week a so-called free woman arrive at the gates, ask for entrance and then run around the commons like a vulo with its head cut off. It was strange since this so-called free woman had been slave just a short time ago. Her collar was removed for no good reason and she left the city that freed her and travelled to parts west and north. This woman arrived unescorted. She was closely questioned by two warriors who informed her that she was begging to be collared. They demanded her manumission papers, the whereabouts of her escort, and the reason why she was darkening the door of the city once more. Her answers were none too convincing. The Warriors threatened her with a lockup in the kennels. They were within their total right. All this was as it should be according to the great historian of Gor, Master Norman. The anarchy appeared in the form of a couple of free men who outright told the warriors that they were incorrect. It was a face palming moment for me but thankfully the warriors stood their ground.
Anarchy of course means disorder due to the absence or the non recognition of authority. In its simple form it means, do what you want, do what you feel and to hell with the consequences because, guess what, there are none.
Well, the lady in question had to produce her manumission papers which appeared forged but were accepted by the magistrate.
There were other moments when I saw the planet’s free espousing party lines that had no basis in fact. There was an incident where a free man was questioning a slave about her mischief. She traded jibes with the free male as if he was a street vendor. If that wasn’t bad enough, a newly minted slave freshly arrived from Earth, told the free man off. She said that he had no right to whip the mischievous slave and proclaimed this loudly. In the Gor that I have previously known, both those slaves would have been whipped publically. If they chose to commit a second offense like that to a free, they would have been impaled.
The free man reluctantly whipped one slave and used strong speech on the other. I expected him to say to them, “Go and sin no more,” and give them passes to a dinner out and a show.
This little travesty was also witnessed by a thrall who definitely looked strange. Looking at him you would have thought that he should have been quarantined for he looked like the Bazi Plague had taken over his body. This poor unfortunate had blue hair and the spots of a Earth leopard painted on his body. We know from the Master Historian that Goreans did not have blue hair nor did they have tattoo’s scattered all over their body. He definitely had crawled out from a rock and snuck by the powers that be to sleaze around the city.
Awhile back I recounted this nightmare I had whilst I slept. It bears repeating here. In this nightmare, I “saw” the commons area peopled with slave and free. The free women were without veils and their beautiful robes of concealment turned into wispy skirts that revealed their naked pudenda’s as they sat with their thighs spread open on cushions. Their bodices had disappeared and in their place was transparent cloth straining to cover breasts that clearly were exposed. The nightmare grew darker still as slaves, all carrying weapons, sullenly went about their tasks standing over and looking down on the free insulting them as they offered their service. I suspected that the male slaves were actually admiring the breasts of the free women, unrestrained and bouncing free.
Also in that dream, over at the gates, warriors were standing. I felt comforted at their sight until I got closer and the sight made my jaw drop. It was hard to discern the sex of the warriors at first but it became evident that they were all women! Their legs were hairy, their underarms doubly so, and they stood around talking about gate admittance procedures scratching their privates and passing gas. One of these freaks was being referred to as COMMANDER. For all their posturing they were poor imitations of men. I had the feeling though that I might be able to “take” them down in battle.
In the dream I walked back to the commons hoping to find a change in the atmosphere. It had become worse. The free women were ordering the free men around. I heard one yell at her male companion, “What a poor excuse for a companion you are. You can’t satisfy your slave and you certainly have problems maintaining an erect member with me. Worthless mul.” I looked on as the man hung his head and my heart went out to him. Oh, and it did get worse from here…
As I “looked” upon the commons in my nightmare who should appear but myself! I was horrible to behold. I stood clothed in black leather with my feet encased in stilettos. They were the kind of foot coverings that the men of earth referred to as “knock-me-down-and-fornicate-with-me” shoes. It was a beastly sight, even for THIS beast. The dream-state me was brandishing a rather long sword, a bow with a quiver full of arrows and daggers inserted throughout my hair. I looked like a cross between a medusa and an “über” panther. And talk about rude! I was shouting from the kitchen to a Mistress. “What the blazes do you want now Mistress Tam? More fookin’ chocolate? Get off your fat ass and get it yourself. Can’t you see I have my mouth full of your companions baby maker?”
The strident sounds emitting from my cruelly twisted lips thankfully woke me up with a start.
Anarchy is hard to arrest. It grows, watered by self deception and ignorance. I was thinking that if Gor were to have another caste created it would be the “Watcher” caste. These cast members would have the vast knowledge of the Master Historian’s Scrolls. Their knowledge would be different from scribes and magistrates as their sole purpose would be to take care of the harebrained comments by those who have never studied the scrolls. This “Watcher” caste would have their own meetings in their own cities and Gor wide conventions where the asinine mouthing’s of Goreans who invent their own truth are aired in public and analyzed.
This, of course, will never take place as most would say, who would “watch” the “watchers”? I leave you with that for the moment and retire to the commons area to find everything in its place for now. I will go back to a Gor where gracious and obedient slaves pleasantly perform their tasks of serving the free. Where concealed and thankful free ladies sip tea in the afternoon. Where handsome and protective Masters oversee the beauty around them and swear silently to protect this way of life. All is right with the world for at least another ahn.
From the NEW VOICE OF GOR v.4 Issue 179
River Mouth
Saturday, July 26th, 2014
Pictures: Where the Olni river (Saleria) flows into the Vosk – near Tancred’s Landing, upper Vosk area
I am back – The Return of the Prodigal
Saturday, June 7th, 2014
Picture: Isle of Landa [April 2011]
By Teal Razor, slave of Captain Siri Emerald Jr., Olni
I’M BAAAAAAACK ~ The Return of the Prodigal
In the first place you could say, “She’s back? I didn’t know she was gone.” and in the second place, you could say, “Oh God no! If she calls, tell her I’m not here.” Either way I am glad to be back and I want to warn you, don’t duck into the nearest alley when you see me coming.
There were so many things to observe and hear in Port Olni on my first day back. My Master rented a house. He wanted to rent the same house he was living in when he left Olni. Unfortunately someone had rented his old house and he took the house across the lane. The houses are similar in everyway except they are across from each other. When he told me that we could not have the old dwelling, I tried to hide my piteous cries by stuffing my face with a cream cake.
He could see through my deception which means either I am a poor liar or I find it amusing to feign distress through a mouthful of cake. In any instance, he said, “Would you like me to gag you slut? I think I will gag you, then you can’t make noise and you can’t eat. That will solve your problem and mine.” I rather thought he was being harsh with me but I quickly remembered that I had no rights as I am an animal. So I stopped screwing around and came correct.
It turned out okay because the new house is more commodious. I would like to say to the citizen that rented the old house of my Master in Olni Var…I don’t like what you have done with the place.
I was actually hoping that my Master would have changed his hair color, taken on a new caste and moved to Vonda. I would also have disguised my appearance. Moving to Vonda would have made it expeditious to poison the wells there and kill off the vermin who inhabit the city.
But, I am happy to be back in Port Olni. I am familiar with the market stalls and those who keep them. The proprietors were glad to see me back with my marketing basket. They give me free samples of their wares so I will stand by their places of business and attract men which brings in needed tarsks.
It is also easier to write my column in Port Olni. It is very quiet in Olni Var. One my first day back I was stopped by our sainted Ubara. She was carrying a scroll case loaded down with scrolls that had arrived for me while I was gone. They were from Gorean’s who had sent in questions for “ASK TEAL”. I must get to answering them.
There were a lot of things that have taken place though since my Master left. A few of them, architectural in nature. The first building I was greeted by is a new tavern that was erected by Buildem and Pray, the architectural firm that the Ubar and Ubara so often put into their employ. The tavern is a public building that is now worthy of the town of Olni.
The new tavern off the commons is akin to a four star restaurant on earth and probably would receive two stars in the Guide Michelin if it were an earth bound establishment. But as it is a Gorean tavern the men could care less if there was excrement on the floors. I, on the other hand, appreciate a well designed and sumptuously decorated space. The new tavern off the commons is now such a place. There is a full kitchen, tasteful art on the walls and a nice dance pit. The only disconcerting note inside the building was a low wooden table with bench seats. The wood used in its building appeared to have been taken from some weathered material in an outdoor picnic area. I overheard that the Ubara is having a lovely marble table constructed for the tavern which will soon replace the old one.
Another building I was glad to see reinstated was the male and female bath house. I think water had become precious in Olni at one point and the bath house was demolished. In its place was a rickety old building that one felt afraid to go into. There was no privacy for men or women and it languished for a time. Olni was starting to smell ripe since no one wanted to use the bath house. I took to swimming in the Olni River everyday. Now a bath house that is accessible in a garden setting. It is also far enough out of the city that loud late night parties will not disturb anyone.
While covering the new construction in Port Olni I have one sad note to report. It is the existence of a group of apartment cylinders in the Olni Var garden. I visited them briefly and felt immediately trapped inside their forbidding walls. I think we need to put the jail where the apartments are and replace the jail with the apartments. With a few deft touches the jail could become a sought after address and the cylinder apartments would function nicely as roomy jail cells.
From the NEW VOICE OF GOR v.4 Issue 161
HOW GOREAN PHYSICIANS TREAT A SHOCK AND HALLUCINATIONS
Tuesday, April 29th, 2014
Lady Rose Khaos [Rose Harlow], head physician to the Port City of Olni
THE NEW VOICE OF GOR: This new subspecies of the famous Cosian Wingfish (Parexocoetus brachypterus Cosinus) causes a kind of shock if it was prepared incorrectly: How do Gorean physicians treat a shock? What has to be done first?
Lady Rose Khaos: Well it all depends on the kind of shock. If it is mental then it is best to try to relax the patient and get them to relax, if it is more of a power surge through the body then it is best to just let them recover slowly and watch their vital signs. But I have found if it is a male who is in shock send in about five female slaves and let them have their joys with the man.
THE NEW VOICE OF GOR: Symptoms and side effects of the poison of the fish are hallucinations and nightmares. What do mind healers do against that kind of illness?
Lady Rose Khaos: Well you know that is honestly a good question, most would probably use herbs and such or do a lobotomy on them as for me I would most likely turn them loose in a raid and let them defend a city.
THE NEW VOICE OF GOR: Some symptoms of the hallucinates are similar to the effects of the frobicain injection. Mostly this takes the form of hysterical weeping, threats, demands for explanation, screaming and such. These symtoms have been found in the tavern of Vonda where they offered the red Cosian Wingfish and where several citizens of Vonda amd even a member of the black caste have eaten the fish. What do you recommend against that?
Lady Rose Khaos: Next time I would say have the bosk I have heard it is amazing with a nice aged paga and after that have a nice bowl of fruit and a good nap.
From the NEW VOICE OF GOR v.4 Issue 156
ASK TEAL – Dubious advice to Goreans
Tuesday, April 8th, 2014
Pictures: Docks of the city of Olni – Saleria
ASK TEAL ~ Dubious advice to Goreans
By Teal Razor
By Teal Razor, slave of Captain Siri Emerald Jr., Port Olni Warrior
DEAR TEAL:
Here is my problem. I have a fast approaching pre-arranged companioning with one of the my caste; the caste of warriors. I recently witnessed him denouncing his superior and refusing to defend his Home Stone while the city was under attack. His actions have chilled me to the bone. I want to escape the coming ceremony that I have no control over. It seems my mother and father are adamant that this one is a “keeper” and have elaborate plans costing a sack of gold tarns which my family can ill afford to spend. It might ruin my family. Do you have a suggestion?
DEAR LOOKING FOR THE BACK DOOR OUT:
Let us delve into your dilemma. I perceive that you are a free woman since you mentioned an upcoming companioning ceremony and that you are of the honorable warrior’s caste. So I am certain you know the codes as any honorable Gorean and would be distraught at someone defecating on them. I can say, as a slave, I would not want a traitor to darken my doorstep and I cast a dim view on the outcome of this event. The worse that can happen is that you will need to stick around and endure his personal shame for a year. Then when the anniversary of your ceremony comes due, you will choose not to renew. Then “you’re home free baby!”
Sorry, I forgot you do not know that term. It was effective communication on earth. I have to keep reminding myself that there is a little blue ball out there called earth. A place I have some fond memories of. But, such is life and one must make the best of it.
I am getting off track. Back to the copious piles of gold that will be spent on this catered affair. It seems to matter not if you run from the affair or stay and be a party of the companioning to this spitting image of bosk dung, you probably WILL, if companioned, leave your companion after a year, (that poor excuse for a meat suit) which will cause your parents to lament the day your were born. If you run pre-companioning, your parents would not only regret ever knowing you, they might lose their retirement. Either way your parents lose even though you will come out about even. So let’s see what can be done to let your parents back out of this dubious “celebration” with good graces and seem heroic for having done so.
It will be up to you to mount a grass roots campaign to declare your “future companion” unfit. All of Gor needs to know of the “warrior” who defecated on his caste codes. Gor must be warned when this type of mental illness creeps on board. No self-respecting free woman would allow the progeny of this psychotic to exit from her womb let alone enter her womb.
Again, I digress. So, in mounting a crusade, you will be vindicated. Your parents will be proud that you stood up for true caste members where ever they may be, and you will be relieved of the guilt and shame of causing the ruination of your parents.
By the way, if you need a campaign manager, I am available on short notice.
DEAR TEAL:
I am a slave. I used to live in the northern climes of Gor. There, we called our masters, Jarls. We did not have to kneel in the presence of the free. We could walk by them and not be concerned that the free would want a report of who we were and where were we going. We had too much work to do to be kneeling down and relaxing. I was bought by a new Master and he lives in a southern clime. In the new city, I have to kneel constantly in the presence of the free, I have to say Master this and Master that. I am not happy with all this regimentation. I do not want to run away. Do you have a solution for me?
DEAR DEEP IN NOSTALGIA:
You seem to know little about how things are done around here. I appreciate that you come from a land that you have good feelings about. I too know of such feelings myself. Here is what I don’t do, though. I don’t kneel all the time in the presence of the free. Think about it, if you got on your knees to every free person you passed, even though they may not give a rosy red urts ass as to the reason you are walking around , you would never be able to accomplish tasks.
I do kneel when I am speaking to them or they are speaking to me or if I am serving them. Otherwise a slave does not have to spend their lives on their knees. It is a bad habit in any case and can cause prepatellar bursitis. So if you are cooking, cleaning, and marketing, etc. you obviously, should be on your feet. It is always a good idea to get on your knees when your own Master enters your presence.
I also don’t do this. I don’t vocalize the sentiments that my previous place of residence was superior to my present city. This kind of talk can lead to a good cuffing or at the very least, being captured and abused. When in Treve, do what the Trevian’s do. For example, in Treve, you might see slave’s spitting in the pots of food awaiting the free. You see that this slave is not being admonished or punished in anyway and continues to get away with this detestable act. Does this mean you join in and jump over the cliff like the rest of the lemmings. This kind of insubordination spreads like wildfire. It is called anarchy. Turning a blind eye to one infraction will, down the road, leave plenty of space for other noxious practices. Maybe slaves will take up swords against the free and defy their Masters, threatening them with death.
Start practicing saying the word Master or Mistress. It is just a small contribution to stave off certain anarchy. Then practice and perfect a graceful kneel. Make it a game with yourself. Tell yourself to “mean it” when you do kneel. Don’t give one of those, “toss back your hair, utter an audible word of disgust at having to do this kneeling thing, and look up into the eyes of the free with a nauseous look and tell them in a sarcastic manner that you would be only too “happy” to comply with whatever they are asking you.” Give them a heartfelt kneel and response. Is it too awful to suggest that? You will be surprised at how much candy you will be tossed.
From the NEW VOICE OF GOR v.4 Issue 153
TRAITORS, TRAITORS EVERYWHERE, AND NOT A ONE CAN THINK
Tuesday, February 18th, 2014
Pictures: The new ferry of Tancred’s Landing
Traitors, Traitors everywhere, and not a one can think
By Teal Razor, slave of Captain Siri Emerald Jr, Port Olni Warrior
Distressing as it may be, there are traitors in every city and hamlet. There are free who would sooner spit on the Home Stone than honor it. It fills everyone with disgust to think that this would be possible and if it does not fill one with disgust, then one needs to reexamine his or her priorities.
All warriors, companions, Masters, Mistresses, and yes, even slaves need someone who has their back. This person is one you can depend on to sit with you, back to back, and have a 180 degree view of the battle field while you cover the other 180 degrees. Then in the war called life, you are less likely to suffer a sneak attack. They would both have each other’s back, or so one would think.
This past week I was the personal witness and recipient to a traitor and his ugly ways. The city of my Master’s Home Stone is a paragon of good taste, beautiful ladies, exquisite slaves, (except for you Tilapia, you bitch) and brave handsome males of all castes. So it is with heavy heart that I must relate a most disgusting act by a warrior to his senior officer. If this act shook me to the core, I could see that it might make a grown man cry. My Master had the unfortunate bad luck to be captured by warriors from Sais. My Master departed Olni to help Turia against an attack from Sais. That Sais is a filthy outpost on the Vosk, a fly ridden, smelly heap of bosk dung, is really secondary to the lying thieving ways of their slaves.
But I digress…My Master was tied hand and foot and dragged down the unpaved streets of Sais to their jail which is little more than a pen for verr. Upon this straw covered floor he lay helpless while a couple of slaves from the city made rude comments about his manhood and robbed him of his coin purse. I have sent a scroll to the Initiate in Port Olni asking him, in the name of my Master, to send a blue flame their way. My Master was allowed to give one shout out for help and so a scribe was sent for and a scroll prepared for delivery to the warriors in Port Olni.
When the scroll arrived by messenger, a warrior at the gate opened it and wrote across my Master’s plea for help, “NO”. He handed the scroll back to the messenger. When my Master heard of the reply from this traitor to his caste, he was incredulous. He vowed that upon returning to Port Olni, heads were going to roll. I never want to contemplate my Master going to the City of Dust due to neglect from a brother in his caste.
Fortunately for my Master and me, a merchant named Hesius was at the gate and watched this whole disgraceful transaction take place. He immediately took off for the docks with his slave and sister who was visiting him at the time. He arrived in Sais a short time later, it being just down the Olni River on the Vosk. It is amazing to me how one small merchant was brave enough to face all the warriors of Sais. He had no weapon but his inventory. Makes me think of my Boss, the Rarius Yuroki, and how he can make cities bow low with just the mention of the delicacies he puts into his warehouses.
Well, Master Hesius Grey, cajoled the two dufus warriors who greeted him at the gate, with 2 barrels of mead and 2 of ale. They had demanded 5 slaves at first and it was fortunate that these dipsomaniacal members of their caste let a valuable warrior escape their clutches. If the sainted Ubar of Port Olni had caught wind of his capture, a protracted war with Sais would have been undertaken.
After this incident of the capture and release, my Master shrugged off the obscene act by a brother and was off again for escort duty for some ambassador or other from the city. I went to the commons to serve and hear the gossip. I was greeted by a persistent buzz about a warrior who had left Olni, seemingly in the dead of night, and went to Genesian Port to swear allegiance to THEIR Home Stone. This happens so infrequently in Olni, traitors spitting on the Home Stone, that free women were seen to weep while talking about this back-stabbing apostate in the commons.
I, on the other hand, love the idea of vengeance. I daydreamed of cutting off the head of this two-timing defector. I saw myself leading a battalion of warriors into Genesian Port, headed by the high magistrate and demanding they turn over this man who spit on the Home Stone. I felt my body shaking with righteous indignation picturing my laughter at his execution.
Shortly though, I was yelled at by a scribe to wake up because he wanted a hot drink. And so went my reverie. It is at times like this, I wish I was free and had money in my purse. Then there would be no question about hiring an assassin to push this ex-Olnian into the river chained to some large boulders. If I was the Ubar of a city, a silly thought really, I would deny that pond scum, access to bread, salt, and fire.
If I could, I would warn the good citizens of Genesian Port, of the double-crossing deceiver in their midst who most certainly will have no one’s back but his own.
From the NEW VOICE OF GOR v.3 Issue 144