Archive for February, 2011


Saturday, February 19th, 2011

FIVE silver coins of Besnitt for the man who who will bring me Sven, Jarl of Two Raven’s Cliff, in chains at the docks
Rarius Yuroki, warrior of Besnitt

Sa-Fora cleans the Inn

Friday, February 18th, 2011

[09:55] Nonya Markova: stepping across the warm wood of the dock, she saunters into the Inn, her eyes bright as she humms a cheerful melody to herself, her gaze taking in the room, bending down she runs a hand over the tables, then looks, the grime on it making her shudder. The ebony tresses hanging free, spilling down her back as she turns, making them twirl about her shoulders like a silken cloud she hurries behind the large desk, finding htre broom, buckets, clothes, bees wax in a small tin and also a long woodened handle with rags tieed to the ends, and takes each thng and dumps it into a basket, carrying them all outside.

[09:58] Nonya Markova: her arms strainsng she sets the basket down with a soft sigh, taking the bucket first in her hand, the rope handle in her palm rough, she carries it, swinging it as she walks with a spring in her step to the bathhouse, to the lage container of water kept heated. bending over, the skirt dancing about her thighs as she moves, she sets the bucket beneath, twisting the handle until the steaming water begins to splash and flow into the dark wooden container, feeling it splash hot against her bare flesh she gasps with the slight pain and twists it closed with a quick movement

[10:03] Nonya Markova: her thoughts drifting as she grips the rope handle, lifting, the muscles in her back and arms quivering witht he heavy weight, the familiar feel of the weight in her hands a comfort as she hurries out into the bright sunshine. Moving swiftly, the pull of the weight upon her shoulders making her struggle, the bucket rubbing agaisnt the fabric of her skirt, digging against her thighs, the hard bumps with each step a difficulty, she sets it down with a sigh by the opewn doorway. Lifting her head sighing as she feels the cool breeze off the water moving over her tanned flesh like a gentle caress, her body responding unconsciously to the touch of air, the quiver in her belly, feeling a fire begin a slow burn as she thinks immediately of her Master, his handsome face dancing before her closed eyes.

[10:05] Nonya Markova: taking the empty basket in her hands she grips the handles, the clothes and wax still within, she rises to her feet, padding lightly up the stairs, grabbing the broom handle on her way past the doorway, hurring about her tasks with a soft smile upon the full ruby lips, cheeks flushed and warm

[10:09] Nonya Markova: climbing to the very top floor first, she makes her way to each bed, stripping the sheets from it, and dumping them in the baskets, wrinkling her nose at the musty scent she hurries to the windows, opening them to let a fresh breeze from the sea freshen the room. Her steps light as she moves from room to room, each bed stripped until the basket is filled to overflowing with the bedding. each window opened to air the room, she smiles softly to herslef as she rushes down the stairs and drops the basket at the bottom with a soft thump on the wooden dock

[10:12] Nonya Markova: purseing her lips as she begins to whistle a merry tune as she works, taking a clean cloth in her hand she moves with a daintly step, the fabric of the skirt brushing her firm thighs, the touch fueling the fire that flames in her blood already, the air soft as the scent tickles her nose, she twists open the tin of beeswax, and rubbing the rep cloth in, she uses it to wipe down each table, the touch gentle, making the wood gleam warmly benetah her touch

[10:16] Nonya Markova: the windows ope carrying the mumer of voices to her ears as she dances happily about the room, the sheer joy of serving the homestone of her Master, the whipping now long past, a cloud passes over her eyes as the memory remains of that dreadful day, she hurries faster about her task, making her way through each room, polishing and dusting, the grime from the tables now gone, leaving instead a smooth polish and shine to each. dropping the cloths and tin to the outermost door she takes the broom handle into her hands, her firm grip as she carries it back to the uppermost floor

[10:19] Nonya Markova: startsing at the corner of each room, she begins with sweeping, the bristles to the floor, her movements quick as she feels the heart pounding in her breast at the dark memories swirling in her head, the sound of the leather to her back, the whiste as it sailed through the air, her sharp cries as she feels the fiery pain again, her cheeks hot and flushed with the thoughts, making a cloud of dust rise in the air about her feet, the jerking movements as she rushes through each room, dragging the dirt to a pile at the doorway then sweeping it from the balcony of the rooms

[10:22] Nonya Markova: gripping the broom tight as she trembles with the dark memories she carries it down the stairs, giving herself a mental shake as she is working to please her Master, to serve his homestone, her lesson well learned and not soon to be lost, she steps down the steps, taking many deep slow breathes as she reaches the bottom of the steps, raising her chin, her eys closed just feeling the warmth of the sun on her bare flesh, the tendrils f her hair dancing about her slender shoulders in the light breeze

[10:26] Nonya Markova: using the broom again, her fingers now light upon the handle, teh light dusting of dirt upon her lower legs from her work upstairs making her legs itch she shivers up her spine as she tries to ignore the sensation, starting in the far corner, pressing down with the straw bristles, dragging them along the floor, pulling the dirt from the edges, moves slowly about the room, attentive to her task she thinks of her Master, her thoughts never far from him, the rembered touch of his hand gentle or firm as it suits, the fingers gripping her collar as he pulls her to him for a kiss, she flushes with the wave of heat heat rushes through her

[10:29] Nonya Markova: the itchng sensation increasing she tries to ignore it, brows furrow as it disturbs the pleasurable train of thought she continues with the broom, all around the room til all is together in a large pile, she drags it to the open door, then gasping sh e drops the broom and starts to drag her nails over her lower legs the burning itch unable to be ignored any longer, sighing as it finally stops, sitting on the floor as she runs her hands over the bare flesh, feeling the muscles twitch under her fingers

[10:31] Nonya Markova: rising to her feet with a graceful motion, she bends at the waist, feeling her hair slips over her shoulders as she grips the broom handle then straightens, dragging the bristles over the wood pile at her feet she pushes it outside the door way to be carried off by the wind

[10:33] Nonya Markova: the container of beeswax taken now, the broom ste back behind the counter, she dips a rep cloth in again, and wipes down each table in the main room carefully, the touch a gentle caress, the wood glowing from the caring ministrations of her hands, she then moves to the desk and dusts and polishes with the same care, smiling to herself as she begins to humm again, the tune softer though, as she imagines her hands over the wood to be running over the for of her Master

[10:36] Nonya Markova: the soft sigh that slips from her lips at the delightful thought she turns and her movements now more languid, the brush of her thighs making her quiver she sets the container of wax and the used cloth behind the desk. she saunters outside to the fresh air, picking up the basket of the bedding she hurries to the bath house, finsding a tub within of hot water in the corner, takes a scrub board and drops it inot the water

[10:39] Nonya Markova: taking a sheet and dips it in the water, then rubs it with a cake of soap, she starts to rub the fabris against the steel of the board, the grating sound harsh to her ears as she works, a soft sheen of perspiritation beginning to glisten on her flesh as she works to wash each bit of bedding one by one, til each are snowy white and fresh, each wrung out in her hands, her fingers wrinkled and pruned from the immersion in the hot water.

[10:42] Nonya Markova: carrrying the now very heavy basket, her muscles staining under the weight, she hurries to a line strung outside on the darks, out of the way, and her shoudlers straining she lifts each sheet to it, dropping it over, and then her fingers smoothing it so it may dry swiftly in the air, the sheets already snapping in the breeze as her skirt is whipped about her legs, her hair twirling about her as she grins to herself, taking deep breaths as she feels the caress of air cooling her flesh, drying it

[10:45] Nonya Markova: sanutering back to the inn, she bends down to grab the bucket of water from earlier, still warm but the crystal clear water no longer steaming she sets it just inside the doorway and grabs the long wooden handle, her fingers running over it, tracing the grain as she day dreams a moment of he that owns her, her joy in being his making her heart sign with happiness, swelling with the deep love she feels for him, sighing softly then gives herself a mental shake, opening her eyes and returning to her task

[10:48] Nonya Markova: wringing the raggs tied to the end of the handle, she drops the end to the wood with a plop, the dropslets spattering about her feet, she runs the rags over the floor, seeing the gleaming wet trails left behind in its wake, she cuckles to herself, resloving not to slip and fall, she steps carefully about the room, dipping the rags, wringing and moipping the floor, making it shine wetly, cheeks flushes as she feels the tendrils of hair cling damp to her face

[10:51] Nonya Markova: setting the mop outside, the pudle growing beneath the wet rags she rests the handle against the wall and lifts the bucket of dark water in her hands, stumbling as she carries it behind the inn, dumping it in the trench there and sighing with relief, holding it close to her body, raises a hand and drags her fingers through her damp hair, pulling it away from her face, the tangles making her wince with pain a moment before working loose

[10:53] Nonya Markova: walking back to the doorway, grapping the broom in her free hand, steps inside and moving carefully over the damp floor to behind the desk, she sets everything down and grins to herself, turnng on her heel and walks outside til she is in the doorway again, the air caressing her skin, she breathes deep, full breasts rising with each deeep breath, shoulders pressed back, she lifts her chin, the steel around her neck comfort as she raisies her arms and lightly runs her fingers over it

[10:55] Nonya Markova: then looking and seeing the sheets snapping merriely in the wind, she steps out the door, her foot hitting the puddle of water left by the mop, her feet go up in the air, arms waving as she falls hard to her backside, her head snapping back to hit the wood archway hard, the blinding flash of stars in her gaze as she feels the breath rush from her body

[10:56] Nonya Markova: her hands gipping hte back of her head tight she moans to herself, feeling the lump rising, she blinks rapidly away the tears that srping to her eyes, her gaze dulled with a haze of pain, she shakes her head, and sits for a moment on the ground still

[10:59] Nonya Markova: the haze clearing she gets her feet beneath her, her hands pressing to the ground pushing herself up, head still smarting around the swelling lump, she shakes her head again to try and clear her vision,, she stumbles dizzily away to the line strung with sheets, the basket beneath empty

[11:01] Nonya Markova: taking each sheet down, trying hard to keep her feet benath her, she folds each slowly, her fingers practiced, she works as her limbs feel heavy to her. setting each to the basket, then lifts the back, feeling the blood rush and the world spin as she bends over, straightens slowly, eyes closed as she breathes and waits for the world to right itself

[11:05] Nonya Markova: the spinning stops she open her eyes, the violet color darkened a bit with her widen pupils, she struggles beneath the weight of the bedding, now cleaned and fresh, the muscles in her shoulders seen to quiver, teh play of muscle in her back as she strains beneath the wieght, she walks slowly, carefully across the war wooden planks beneath her bare feet, she sees the Master, and stumbles, nearly droipping hte heavy basket, then seeing he is deep in meditaion she steps quietly by and up the stairs

[11:10] Nonya Markova: taking the freshed bedding from the basket, she lifts it to her nose, taking a deep breath, the pain receding as she inhales the swet fresh scent, and then lays each upon the beds of the rooms, her feet lightly dancing over the floor, as she moves with a delighted step around, her heart lightend by her work, making each bed fresh, then closes each window of the rooms, she turns and lifts the now empty basket in her hands and steps carefully down the stairs and around the damp puddle from the rags tied to a =wooden handle, the basket set behind the counter she nods with satisfaction to herself, pleased with the appearance now she steps back into the brightsunlight, hurring to the stream near the house of her Master to wash herself, feeling the dust and grime clinging to her flesh, the itchy sensation as it dries horrible

Arrest Warrant

Thursday, February 17th, 2011

The Magistrate of Besnitt has authorized the immediate arrest of:

Name: Relius Rhiannyr

Last known whereabouts: Unkown


All Warriors, Guards, and Officials of Besnitt are hereby ordered to detain the aforementioned person and keep them under guard until they can be brought before a Magistrate or the Council to face charges. All assets of said person may be seized and held by the City until the accused has been presented before a Magistrate or the Council where upon their disposal will be decided by the City.

Brief Description of Charge
Charge 1: Trying to poison the city by deciet.
Charge 2: Impersonating a represnative of the Psyscians caste

(CITY) Law: (this sites the law that may have been broken)
1 – Relius Rhiannyr, came into the city and claimed to represent Lady Kaiila of Physcians caste of Gor. Said maan offered an antidote to the city as he had info we ould be attacked and poisened. Due to the timely vigalance of our Green staff, we found that the antidote was actually Ost venom. We wre saved by the good work of our Greens, my hat is off to them.

Document prepared by; Victor Lufbery
Scarlet Caste Title: Magistrate
City :Besnitt
Date: twelfth month first hand, in the Year 10162 Contasta Ar
Document not valid unless Magistrate Seal shown below.

Foreign Currency

Wednesday, February 16th, 2011

The Bank of Besnitt convertet a lot coin coins from Vonda, Treve and Port Kar yesterday. If you need to go there you can get those coins from the Bank of Besnitt, also coins of Victoria.
Rarius Yuroki

Bad Weather in Besnitt

Tuesday, February 15th, 2011


The latest in a series of powerful storm systems is bearing down on Besnitt, pelting mountain areas with heavy rain, snow and high winds.

Virtually the entire region has been affected by the storms that began the second day of the first hand of the twelfth month, dumping moisture from far Northern Forest south to the Vosk area. More than 12 inches of rain have fallen in parts of the Thentis Mountains in the south, and 13 feet of snow has accumulated in the Voltai region.

The rain was part of a system moving ahead of the remnants of a Tropical Storm, which dissipated over the Straits of Thassa on the last hand.

(We got this picture from a tarn rider)

Besnitt Coinage Pronounced Success

Tuesday, February 15th, 2011

Great news, citizens.
The spread of the currency system seems unstoppable. Yet again this paper is pleased to announce that yet another city has joined wih us in an agreementto exchange coinage. We welcome Port Kar into the family of cities whose coinage is acceptable to the others.
With the spread comes a wider choice of interraction.Indeed, sources close to the ubar have commented favourably on the introduction of a workable coinage system. All citizens are urged to participate, so as to enrich the life of all the others.

A White Silk Was Found Dead

Monday, February 14th, 2011

Rumor spreading among the slaves is that young a white silk was found dead with her hair cut off after returning to Besnitt seeking help. The white silk was found murdered in the grove out side the city near the water falls with a single knife wound to the back.

Sales of City Slaves

Monday, February 14th, 2011

The following recent sales of city slaves have been recorded

Kitty (Kitty Lowenhar) sold to RobertB Baxter, Warrior for 2 Silver and sundries
Bree (Bree Fadlan) sold to Zar (surreal Zarco) and his Free Companion Rose (RoseMarie Ravenheart) for 3 silver tarn
nia (niala Rexen) sold to Warrior Tristan (TristanHawk Audeburgh) for 2 silver tarn
azah ( Mikaela Coy ) sold to Head Scribe of Besnitt Starbuck827 Zessinthal for 1 gold tarn
cali (Callie Fireguard) sold to Tavern Keeper Frosty Soulstar for 1 silver and sundries

A slave boy ali (ChinaEagle Langer ) will be for sale this week, anyone interested should see the Head Slaver Erick Gundersen
He is Literate, and has been trained in serving, baths. He also has some training in use of the bow. He would make a fine silk slave or possible a guard or fighting slave for a Free Woman or a household.

New city slaves aquired :
seema (Ashanti Seetan) red silk untrained
leeloo (maria rainfall) red silk semi trained
lana (Elaine Ferryhill) white silk untrained
keely (kiera Kyrie) red silk untrained
fahima (starlight Ember
ela (ellie qarnac) red silk – semi trained
alu (Aluen Luik) red silk – semi trained
mia (Miaow Kit) – trained
fia (fey falconer) – trained
emma (Missie Mimulus) red silk semi trained

ali (chinaeagle langer) trained kajurus

Besnitians, thanks to you!

Sunday, February 13th, 2011

Tal all Besnitians! (Is that what we are called?!)

I wish to extend my thanks for the warm welcome I the typist, aswell as Nadija the somewhat obscure Baker, have received here in Besnitt. It’s such a joy to have found a thriving home on Gor!

I look forward to spending many hours of interesting, fun, thrilling, humorous, adventurous, engaging, emotional and creative Roleplay with you all!

A little hint when engaging with me: My character can be crude and rude. And grumpy. And petty. Oh, and jealous. And sometimes mean. And…well, you get the point.

Please do not confuse that with the typist being an ass. I’m a pretty decent person (or so I hope) and should anyone have any concerns at any time about the RP – feel free to send an IM my way and we can sort things! (Yes, Nadijra CAN be quite pleasant to be around as well – depending on her mood of course. *coughs*)

To me, it’s very important to distinguish between what takes place IC (In character) and what takes place OOC (Out of Character). I’ve been in SL Gor long enough to know the drama that sometimes inflames a whole community and I hope that we all together can make this a friendly place OOC where everyone has a voice outside their role, be it slave or free!

Again – thank you for having me here and thank you to all of you who work behind the scenes to make this such a lovely place to be!

❤Regards, the typist behind your sweet and ever loving Baker Nadija❤


The Waterfall of Besnitt at Midnight

Sunday, February 13th, 2011