The Voice of Gor

Besnitt Times vol. 1 issue 2

As of this day If any slave does not acknowledge a Free Women and or offer to serve them The Slaver or your Master will be notified and will be dealt , we will not allow the Free women to be treated this why, so Besnitt slaves best mind the free or feel the Ubar’s and My wraith.

Bounty, second Admin of Besnitt

So far I have a trade agreement with Turia. We will get gold and silver from them. I am also looking for their tem wood too. I will be able to sell it on the way and pay part of the caravan costs.

I got the initial arrangements fror copper supply from Torcadilo. I will attend the FC of the slave master there. He who was one of my contacts in my information network I used to keep before becoming a bank and a trader.

Right now, my caravan has:
hemp
black pepper
cayenne pepper
purple verminium perfume oil for hand washing
ka-la-na root
ka-la-na wine
kanda leaves
kanda root
green paga
green herbal powder
matchweed
capture scent
marigold

I fly by tarn. The caravan goes slowly on kaiila back. Two 20 talu barrels on each beast. I might split the caravan if I need to go two different places. I still keep some of my trade goods in the vicinities of Kasra – where I still have a villa by the Lower Fayeen margin.

Hope my messenger reaches you safely, so word of my whereabouts in known.
Perseus

Recently a Man, born on the back of his scaled and writhing steed, did ride his beast masterfully and boldly into the very heart of many cities of Gor, staying the anxious Thalarion and gathering air to his great lungs for a blast of deep and rich proclamation. “Hear, all! The Chieftain of the great and mighty Alar, demigod among men, is rumored to be having a child this day! A son of the greatest lineage! Let fly the voice of cheer! Quake ye hearts with happy trembling! Feast on the fatted young bosks that are without blemish! Jaym will accept all worthy gifts of homage at his gate and all words of adulation will be recieved with condescension.” With that he would inhale deeply, speak to his mount, and ride with the speed of one spurred by urgency. It would, of course, be a strange sight and sound to behold, and one that might be tinged with deeper meaning.

kitty walks through the empty city to the inn, her naked body shivers in the cold morning breeze but the air is fresh and clear and she inhales deep and enjoys the beauty of nature. As she enters the inn she looks around what she will have to clean today. She inspects all three levels and takes the cleaning utensils that are needed for a housecleaning.

She begins at the upper level and collects all the furs and places them outside on the docks to beat them later. Then she airs the beds and dusts all the furniture in the rooms with fresh rep clothes. She works top-down and nearly pants from climbing the stairs. Then she takes a bucket filled with water from the near by bath, soap flakes, a scrub brush, and a rep cloth.

She drops gracefully to her knees and sprinkles some soap flakes on the floor, she dunks the brush into the bucket and sloshes out a bit of water onto the floor. with a smile, she begins to softly sing as she scrubs. Kitty’s arms continue to work the brush to and fro across the floor, her body glistening both from the work and the water. she pushes the bubbles this way and that, rinsing the dirt from the brush every so often, pushing her red mane back over her shoulders.

She cleans the floors on all levels thiroughly, moving outward from the middle in a circle, as her song continues, her body moves to an unheard music.. sometimes fast and exciting.. at others slow and enticing.. and yet, at others sad and depressing.. the girl works away the time.

As the floors on all levels are clean she carries the bucket outside and with a “splash” kitty rinses out the bucket, washes out the brush and the rep, and returns them to their places. She still sings her heart out as she works.. expressing all the love, joy, and pleasure she feels at being allowed to serve in such a wonderful city.

Then she beats the rugs, places them back and makes the beds, fluffing them up and placing them nicely back so that the rooms will please the eyes of the Free. Brushing soft curls from her face she gazes about the now cleaned rooms and with a bright smile she turns and leaves the inn wakling back to the kennel.

Besnitt Times vol. 1 issue 1

To All Masters and Mistressess

In The Head Slavers Office in the basement of the inner city is a boocase labeled Slaver Registry if you have not done so please register your slaves there all information goes into the GM Server .

Thank You !
Bounty Silversmith