Archive for March, 2011

Besnitt Times Vol. 1 issue 7

Monday, March 14th, 2011

Besnitt Times vol. 1 issue 7

Heavy Fog in Besnitt

Thursday, March 10th, 2011


More than 30 incoming tarns destined for Besnitt landed in Harfax between sunrise on Monday and Tuesday.

Heavy fog has covered the city since late Monday, reducing visibility to less than 100 meters Tuesday morning.

An emergency response plan had been activated by the captain of the tarn riders to cope with an influx of flights when the skies cleared.

Authorities in Besnitt also started an emergency response plan to ensure ships could sail smoothly in and out of the city’s ports when the fog lifted.

Some ships from the Vosk layed or canceled sailing plans after the harbour masters issued a heavy fog warning.

By Tuesday, more than a dozen tarns from two cities, Harfax and Esalinas had canceled flying plans.

Fog was expected to sweep most parts of the woods of Clearchus, with visibility reduced to less than 200 meters in parts of Besnitt and Harfax.

The City of Besnitt is recruiting

Monday, March 7th, 2011

The city of Besnitt is recruiting:

Warriors, scarlet caste (not black jeans bare breast caste)
Urgent: Skilled merchants (wear gorean clothing)
lower castes except bakers
Magistrate/Praetor (you should know what the difference is)
Metal workers

Historians, scholars, librarians, accountants, cryptographers, record keepers, lawyers, teachers, engineers, technicians veterniarains, fishermen, woodsmen, artisans, painters, pot makers, saddle makers, cloth workers, poets, leather makers, rug makers, weavers, carders, dryers, sleen trainers, tarn keepers, drovers, carvers, perfumers, singers, entertainers, musicians, peasants and She urts are welcome too.

Festivities in Besnitt

Sunday, March 6th, 2011


Bull’s slaves are preparing something….

Welcome to the First Besnitt Spring Bazaar

Saturday, March 5th, 2011

Two days of fun and frolic – Saturday March 5 and Sunday March 6 starting at 8 am SLT until Noon.

Kissing booths and dunking booths (w/tip jars)
Various games placed throughout the sims for everyone to try and have fun..

8 slt Giant Ball to kick around

9 slt Capture the flag for gor…

10 to 12 slt a wild Hunt for Gor Animals

Prizes and vendors are placed about the lands Come one Come all enjoy

Sunday at 11 am – we will conclude the Spring Bazzar with an In Character Feast – com and enjoy the fine cooking!!

Contract HoY – Sais sealed

Friday, March 4th, 2011

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INCORPORATING:- Pater Familias:- Rarius Yuroki
The HoY Slaverhouse
The Besnitt Times
The HoY Bank

This contract between the HOUSE OF YUROKI (herinafter HoY) and Maxim (Moniga)l Head of Caste Merchants in Sais) is directed to the exchange and regularization of coinage between the above parties. It will not take effect until signed, sealed and witnessed by both parties No alteration of terms may be made without the written agreement of both parties, which shall be appended to this document.

1. The HoY undertakes to exchange coins of the city of Sais with those of the City of Besnitt at parity.
2. The city of Sais undertakes to exchange its coins with those of the City of Besnitt at parity.
3. The HoY will, on request, mint coins of the City of Besnitt at a minimal charge.

Signed and sealed:
Name: Rarius Yuroki

Name: Maxim Monigal, Head Merchant of the City of Sais

Witnessed by: Lady Vikki, Head Scribe of the HoY
Dated: Third Day of the Fourth Hand of the Twelfth Month in the Year 10162 Contasta Ar

Kajuralia, the Festival of Slaves

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

The Head Slaver and the Kennel Mistress announce that the ‘Kajuralia‘, the Festival of Slaves”, will be celebrated in Besnitt on the last day of the Twelfth Passage Hand (Tuesday March 15th). Further Details of planned activities that day will be available in the next weeks.

“Upon this day, slaves may take liberties which are otherwise not permitted them during the year, including the drinking of wine and liquor, the freedom to roam at will (provided of course they do not attempt to escape from their owners permanently), the freedom to choose their own sexual partners and to couch with slaves of the opposite sex whom they find attractive, temporary suspension of all work and duties, and even the opportunity to play (minor) tricks and practical jokes upon freepersons. After the twentieth ahn, however, they are expected to be back in their respective kennels and slave quarters to resume the services required by their imbonded status; slaves who “go renegade” during Kajuralia are typically punished severely if recaptured, and are often executed for such an offense.” (Assassin of Gor, page 229)

“Kajuralia!” cried the slave girl hurling a basket of Sa-Tarna flour on me, and turning and running. I had caught up with her in five steps and kissed her roundly, swatted her and sent her packing.
“Kajuralia yourself!” I said laughing, and she, laughing, sped away.
About that time a large pan of warm water splashed down on me from a window some sixteen feet above the street level. Wringing wet I glared upward.
I saw a girl in the window, who blew me a kiss, a slave girl. “Kajuralia!” she cried and laughed.
I raised my fist and shook it and her head disappeared from the window.
A Builder, whose robes were stained with thrown fruit, hastily strode by. “You had better be indoors,” said he, “on Kajuralia.”
(Assassin of Gor, page 223)

Urt infestation in tavern while mending clothing

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

[15:49] Zara Janic turning her body carefully into the tavern ..the flat of her feet padding across the ground gracefully as she walks into the kitchen.. the sway of her hips leasurly, and smooth. looking around the shelves her sea green eyes searching restlessly, her fingernails drumming along the counterpayne. eyes sparkle like showers of due upon grass as she notices the box of linons, rags, square cloths and much needed string hiding on the very bottom of the kitchen…picking up the tiny carved box in her soft hands. she walks back over to the fireplace. back to the lone articles of clothing

[15:50] Zara Janic: setting the box on the floor, she leans close to the firelight, her heat instantly warming next to the closeness of it. she lays down flat on the cushion her legs dangling up. as she adjusts her position her ass gives a jiggle. her lushious thighs parting in an unspoken invitation, she props herself up on her elbows and clasps the cotten shirt to her breast, inspecting the gash throughly. about five inches in legnth and thin. she instantly imagines the battle that must of taken place. ja Vana’she quick, fierce and unwavering as a larl…looking down at the shirt she notices no blood just bits of dirt and grime. instantly beaming, glad that the Jarl must of come inches to getting cut badly. laying the shirt out before her she grabs the box of needle and thread looping it through expertly, her fingers trail along the fabric in a unspoken caress, the sent of the shirt instantly wafting to her, a heady scent, of the wheat fields, soap, and the exotic spicy male scent of ja Vana’she….

[15:51] Zara Janic a rush of heat wafting over her body and pooling low in her abdomin…she begins s by looping the beginning of the gash with the needle, drawing the thread through carefully, her tiny fingers deftly guiding the thread through the shirt’s gash. choosing to do a cross stitch that her mother had once tought her, telling her long ago that a cross stich insured that once repaired would never have to be repared again. making an X across the line of the Gash she stitches up soundlessly. giving the thread a sure tug as she ties tiny knots as she works through the stitch. as she reaches the end of the gash she ties four knots close to the gash’s stitched.

[15:57] Zara Janic holding the thread out toughtly, she reaches her head gracefully forward and bites the thread. but just in that moment. a sized urt rushes out of the corner of her eyes. with a loud ‘BAM’ the wooden sewing box drops to the floor. she screams atop her lungs looking wildly around the room….seeing another urt she gasps and shakes her head swiftly…filthy nasty creatures. she watched them scurry about the floor looking for dropped food…keeping never losing her gaze from the urt she quickly bites the thread. cutting it through with her teeth. putting the needle and box of cloth back at the kitchen. she returns to the garmet and inspecting her work. streatching the shirt from right to left making sure there was no popping of thread and that from anyway it moves tis molded to the shirt. hefting the basket she quickly dances past the tables and scurries away…marking the tavern off as places not to come until the urt infestation was under control