1 comments/ 10140 views/ 0 favorites Joseki's Journey's By: Joseki Ko Tal and greetings as they may be. As I look back on my short life I am amazed at some of the adventures I have participated in and the all out stupidity I have seen and participated in. I was born Joseki Ko last July in the world of Gor. I would admit this sidelined all my other activities and interests except that when I came here I had just walked away from everyone in my life finding that friends I had known for 13 years were not really my friends. In short I walked away from almost everyone and everything I knew. That very day I was brought to Gor by a friend of mine. With the taste of ashes in my mouth I opened the Pink Sleen and let my humor with and Gorean knowledge soar. I was extremely surprised to find out that by naming the bar the Pink Sleen I was universally ridiculed. It was thought I'd opened a Gorean gay bar and no less than 48 men begged my collar. I was called Disney for putting my girls in piggy tails and naming them after foods. I had a lot of laughs over both of these. Exactly how a sign with a Pink Sleen dressed in a bunny costume can be considered Gay I will never know. The Inn was based on the playboy club. I will say I collared none of the 48 guys (real number) who begged my collar. The people calling me Disney were much more interesting. Disney in Gorean terms means that you are making fun of something and trampling the Gorean ideals under foot. This insult came mostly from people who had little knowledge of Gor in the first place. I was never sure which they hated more. The fact that I had named the girls after foods, found a quote about hair leashes in the books that proved piggy tails were Gorean, or had so many girls collared to the Inn. At one point I had 17 girls in the Sleen and we had a rocking good time. We had people in and out of there at all times and almost any night we were the top room on Gor. I actually had about one guy try to kill me every week or one Free woman try to hire a black to kill me. All in all it was the best of times it was the worst of times. I learned about being an online Gorean and what it took to survive in that world. The more I was there the more I learned and the faster I became at typing. I almost killed two men I have grown to like and we carried it to the fighting pits both times for an honor match. At least one of those is posted here. There at the end of my days at the Sleen I think I started to lose my mind. On of my friends was caged. A Free Woman of another home. I had a lot of other stress going on as well and found out that I hurt someone online just about as bad as you can. So feeling like a complete heel I decided to go out and do something about it. I have never believed that might made right and I walked into a room of 20 some odd people and challenged 7 of them to a Death Match on the spot. The true secret to fighting well is not caring if you live or die. And at the time I didn't. I was confident that I could kill 6 out of 7 of them. I was actually very happy with that. The Free women of my Inn dragged me back to the Inn and proceeded to berate me about how could I do that. I am truthfully not even sure myself. Another friend came in and between them they talked me out of the challenge and I agreed to apologize. I'm not sure that any of them ever figured out that I felt I lost my honor that day. Honor is something that can be recollected but NEVER regained. I left the Sleen and somehow wound up in Asperiche. Well I say some how but the fact of the matter is, I really liked Judas, the Head of Council there. He made this great speech about building Asperiche into one of the great homes and I bought into it. I took the Job as First Sword and began working out with him on a regular basis. As good as I was before he polished my skills rather well. I will always owe him for that. I fought the home battles and was always quick to challenge those who insulted my new home. There was a slave there I had been talking too and when she begged freedom I took her for my Free companion. What followed was as grand a time as you can have. We came up with plan after plan to better out new home. I have always found true joy in work and I threw myself into this with a frenzy. But as good as it was there can be no true joy without true pain. Judas' woman Safi seemed to have it in for my Free Companion and was arguing and bitching at her all the time. As they had been fast friends for a number of years neither my Free Companion nor I were able account for her behavior. It was not until this had all passed that I found out she thought my Free Companion a true slave and was working her constantly to return to her slave state. When my Free companion could take no more she kissed me goodbye and left gor never to return. As you can imagine I was quite incensed at this. I told Safi that I had every intention of putting her in a collar. Judas was away on holiday at the time and I waited for his return before doing this. I know my honor can never be regained but at times it can be recollected. When Judas arrived home we sat down and had it out. I will never know whether he believed me or not but he would not allow his woman to be collared. I did honor him and not take his woman inspite of that. I had taken a blood oath to Asperice when I joined and Safi's parting words to me were "I see how you honor your word". I have never met as vile a woman in my life and do not think its possible that I ever will again. I don't think another exists. I left Asperiche with the warning that if I found her outside of Asperiche I would collar her. I journeyed for several days and then came across the city of Turia. I joined with a buddy and together we took control of the city and opened it. The first week was as eventful as you can get. I was used to killing one assassin a week from my days at the sleen. That number took an upward curve at the opening of Turia. The first week I killed 5 blacks and 8 raiders. The blacks were sent for me specifically and the raiders were there to steal the girls and close the city. All of these were killed in melee combat. The next several weeks were a continuation of the first though not as bad. A few inquiries told me that a woman was hiring the blacks to come for me. Honestly I could never be sure but I have always laid this at Safi's feet as no other has ever wanted me killed. The day finally came when my mysterious enemy hired an assassin that was actually competent. It was almost scary. He came in and went for my throat as quick as a striking ost. I was ready after being hunted for so long and managed to break his attack on me. Normally I would have continued the melee till I killed him but this guy was greased lightning. So I changed tactics and called him out his attack having been broken I took him to the pits. Blacks know for a fact that they are superior in combat to any warrior, so he readily accepted my offer and we armored up and took it to the sands. This was both bad and good. Earlier I had killed Armon Dune for his treachery and dealings and been forced to fight an honor match. I had lost that match as I moved a little slow and taken a spear to the right shoulder. So this was by no means going to be an easy match. The fight The assassin was a little taller than me. Tarl Mada stood 6 feet 3 inches and weighed around a solid 240 llbs, as he looked his helmet at me. His broadsword was a good three and a half feet long and aimed straight at my neck. He carried a 3 ft shield on his left forearm held about 8 inches from his body. As with most blacks he had quiva's in each boot. He stood there facing me with legs at shoulder length, head lowered and his sword slowly drawing these little two inch circles. I stood a couple inches shorter than the black at 6 feet 2 inces though I was a little stockier as our weights were about the same. (240 lbs) I wore my standard torvaldslander helm the kind Fort had persuaded me to use. My 26 inch leaf sword was a good foot shorter than the blacks which meant I was going to have to keep my wits about me in order not to become a shiskabob. The leaf sword in my right hand pointed towards his left eye and I held it straight and true. My shield was a standard 36inches and held chest high about 6 inches from body. I was giving up nothing and had some quiva stashed in my boots as well. I adopted a "T" stance left foot facing the black and my right foot back slightly less than shoulder width apart allowing me to move quickly in any direction. I watched him carefully noting his every move looking for an opening I could use. He was quick and charged as soon as the man yelled lay on. His sword cut a murderous slice and I had to duck quickly to avoid losing my head. As I ducked I came up behind him and used a backhanded swing towards his neck with my leaf sword. I didn't quite get it right due to my injury and weakness. The cut took a chunk out of his helm knocking him to his side in the sand and starting a nice bleeding cut but due to my wound I had not the power or accuracy to finish him off with that first cut. I would have liked my chances if the wound I had sustained earlier had not opened and allowed me to bleed more than he was. I was extremely weak and couldn't lift my arm above my stomache and that was seriously bad I was in trouble. I tried to end it right there with a lunge my blade aimed straight towards his back trying to impale him and end it right there. I hadn't counted on his speed. He rolled from under my thrust and was on his feet before I could recover. I thought I could see him wavering a little from blood loss but that might have been me doing the wavering my arm and shoulder were getting worse. He didn't vary his attack pattern but came right in at me straight as an arrow. He tried a thrust straight at my belly but I wasn't there. As he thrust I jumped to my left throwing away my shield. I took my sword in both hands and made a cut at his leg and as he turned to face me I shoved my sword into his gut with all the power I had behind it. A leaf sword is one of the sharpest weapons on Gor and it went right in. I let go the sword and jumped back barely in time as his sword cut the air right where I had been. I saw him look down and curse as the strength ran out of his body and he fell to the sands. I collapsed right after him and was only told later that two physicians worked on me for over an hour repairing the damage to my poor body. Tarls head was removed from his body and stuck on a pike at the waterfront of the sleen and his body burned on a pyre. The first time I had ever honored a black so, normally I just tossed them into the vosk river. It took me awhile to recover from that little stunt. During my recovery a slave from Asperiche took to spending time in Turia to be with one of her friends. As she was spending signifigant time in Turia I began assigning her chores. Judas took great exception to that and came charging in to Turia bellowing about how could I assign one of his girls chores in my home. I replied that she was a visiting slave and I would do as I pleased with her. We evolved into a rather heated exchange. He finally ended up challenging me to an honor match. We set the date for a week away to give me time to finish healing. I had time to think about this and was just not convinced that our fight was over the slave. I still claimed Safi was less than a reputable person and I believe it was beginning to show in Asperiche. I went to Judas and asked him if this was an affair of honor. We danced for quite sometime about the issue but I became convinced that his main interest was in shutting me up over Safi. I proffered a Death Match as a way to end it all and he agreed. The night of the Death Match I made a packed all my belongings into my ship and we sailed over to the Village of Lake Shaba Arena. Among my belongings were two slaves 7 ships the SeaWolf being the biggest and the best. Over 100,000 Gold tarn's and a list of armor and weapons. What Judas offered in return was his one slave. His slave much like my nutmeg was a love slave and I knew if he died I would allow her to follow him into the city of dust. So there wasn't much material incentive for me to kill him. The Death Match There had never been a bigger crowd in the history of GCN Gor when this fight took place 83 people showed up to watch one of us die. I had been doing some serious training and walked in with my new weapons. I still stood six feet two inches tall and weighed in at 240 pounds. I was wearing my beand new spanger helm and carrying my Turian oval shield, a quiva in each boot and a tomahawk on my belt and still rubbing the grease off my brand new trident. Judas was a little smaller than me standing six feet one inch and weighing two hundred and five pounds. He carried in a twenty four inch short sword a dagger in one boot and one on his belt. He carried a standard threefoot shield on his left arm. I saw him watching my every move and I tried to rattle him I walked over to Judas and spat on his boots. I saw his eyes narrow as I backed away to about 15 feet as I said. "Lets dance my friend"* I was carrying that trident in a throwing stance and as the man yelled lay on I did. I turned as Judas sprang to his left and I fired my trident straight at his head. Which turned out to be my undoing. He faltered in his step as he tried to spin away deflecting the trident with his shield. His shield was held to low but because of his misstep my carefully aimed trident went arching by his head. Which left us eight feet apart and facing. Judas carefully closed in careful not to charge the way so many young ones do. As he closed I pulled a quiva from my boot and thrust at his neck. He easily parried my stab and made two attacks of his own which I beat down with my shield. As we stood facing each other our breath hot in each others faces I tried to rattle him again. "So why did kia send you to challenge me?" kia being a slave of little import I thought this might strike home. He shrugged it off as easily as he had my quiva. I'd seen Judas in action before and I was jumping back even as his shield came up and I was gone by the time his shield passed through the air my head had just been in. I waited for my opening and dodged Judas next to cuts by staying out of range. He had me rattled as much as I had him. I let fly with my quiva and missed him by a country pasang. (mile) I drew my tomahawk and closed in trying to circle him. He turned with me being a great fighter and there were several terrific clashes as we both sought to end each others life. Again the shields preserved us and as we stood nose to nose our breath intermingling I new one thing for sure. His mouthwash just wasn't making it. I leaped back to the edge of the pit knowing my trident lay by my left foot. I dove for the Trident and missed it as Judas stepped in and started swinging I moved away without the trident and sent my tomahawk spinning for his head. His shield made it up in time to block and I stood there with nothing but my shield. I drew my last quiva and we closed to one another and the dance of steel began again. At its end I had a thirteen inches of steel in my gut and as you might guess I breathed my last and died. The end Authors note; This was probably one of the most contested fights there will ever be. As we fought in the village of Lake Shaba it seems their rules of the time prevailed. I had checked with all of the judges before hand and all of them had told me that Judas merely fending off my attacks would not negate them. I had tried to tell this to Judas when I was still his man but he never listened. In the end I guess he was right because he managed to fend off my attacks at every move. I do know that after this fight the fighting rules of GCN were revamped and I do feel good that we spurred this action. This fight was argued for weeks and most felt that I should have won. And so I a warrior with his honor gone was able to recollect it one last time. I honored the death. I will say this for Judas I respect him still and even in death would come to his side against any foe. He lived up to his honor and treated the one possession I really prized with dignity. He let nutmeg my love slave follow me into the city of dust. Joseki's Journeys: Fighter Practice Joseki's Journeys 3. Fighter Practice Tonight marked my third journey into the land of GCN Gor. I've come to find it to be an interesting mix of people. Some of the same people are there and I find it nice to be looked for. When I played on the Isle of Gor I saw always the same people and not many new faces. On GCN Gor I've seen quite a mix, both new and old. The new ones tend to be just as much fun as the old. Well last night I finally got to try my hand at combat. I ran into Taima again she's been very nice to me. She and I talked over my last journey and I was surprised to find that she enjoyed it as much as I did. She had written me a very nice poem. Much better than the one I wrote her. She shared it with me and I like I said it was very good. We started discussing things and I mentioned that I was wishful of learning to fight. She talked with me about the rules and then asked a couple of friends to drop by and give me a fighting lesson. Two very nice gentlemen showed up, Kas and Star. They both explained the rules to me again and I tried to pay very close attention to them. I really wish to be able to do this well. I did a little sparring with the gentlemen named Kas. Needless to say like every other form of fighting I've tried I got my butt kicked the first time out. He was a very good teacher though. I learned a lot and he was extremely nice about my inadequacies. Combat became as follows; we each stated are relative size, weight, and the location and disposition of our weapons. My post looked something like this. Joseki Ko stands 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighs three hundred and fifty pounds. He has a shield strapped to his left arm and bears a short sword in his right hand. The sword is pointed at Kas gut. He stands in a T stance with his left foot forward of his right, pointing at Kas. The distance is 10 feet. Now if you'll notice this is a very detailed post. The details are what got me. I didn't have my sword pointed at Kas to start and I didn't state what kind of sword I had. I'll make Kas post shorter here. He stood 10 feet from me with a loaded crossbow and stood 6 feet 9 inches. I'm given to understand that the person with the more aggressive stance gets to begin posting his actions first. We all felt that Kas had a more aggressive post. Kas began his actions by moving forward to five feet and raising his crossbow. He fired one quarrel at my left hip and reloaded and fired another bolt at my right hip. He then stepped back to ten feet dropping his crossbow and whirling a bola above his head. Now the interesting part about this is that you can make no definite posts. You either have to phrase it as an attempt or try. I thought this would be rather easy to beat. I tried to move forward and smash the crossbow from his hands. However I said I move forward five feet. His post had read moves to five feet. That means that when I closed with him he effectively didn't move so we were five feet apart when I tried to smash the bow from his hands. I have long arms but not that long. End result is that I took an arrow in both thighs. I should mention that each fight requires a judge or judges. The judges look at the actions posted by each combatant and decide what actually happened. In my case they decided that I was down and bleeding, I believe I mentioned earlier that I took an arrow in both thighs. There may also be a medic present to bind wounds and keep you from dieing. Yes surprising as it sounds you can be killed on GCN Gor. If you are killed you are required to be offline for 14 days, and return as a different character. It's an honor system but it's enforced by the participants. I do find it interesting that there is a penalty for death. Kas was called away then so our fight was not to continue but it was fun. I look forward to trying it again. Joseki's Journey's SOLD! It was the middle of the afternoon as I scurried to my new life. Mistress had told me I had been sold to Lady Imanja,of The Pink Sleen. I had been given directions on how to find it and a firm swat on the rump to get me started. My old home was breaking up and I was a little nervous about my new home. It took a strong man to name his place the Pink anything and I had already heard some stories about the place. For only being open a few weeks already over a dozen had been killed there. The Pink Sleen is located in Victoria. As I neared the waterfront the buildings seem to get seedier and seedier. As I entered the wharf itself it seems that things got even worse. It comes as a real surprise to me when I saw this huge three story building rising up out of the mists on the wharf. I stopped and look as is seems to be cut from a lightwood and positively glows in the light as only highly polished wood will do. The Place was immense spanning almost 100 feet down the wharf. Not a likely place for what the sign seemed to indicate. Out front there is a sign of a Pink Sleen in a bunny outfit, carrying Paga. The roadway and the dock across from this building seemed to be made from pink colored bricks. How is it that this place survived here? I looked and could find no traces of vandalism or even neglect. I had heard it Rumored that the crème' de la crème' came here to unwind and talk business. This included the city officials as well as the hierarchy of the cities underworld. As I turned to survey this oddity the first smells his me. I was expecting rot and sea but what filled my nostrils was roast bosk meat, and hot Sa-Tarna bread. I could almost taste it, it smelled so good. Despite myself, my little feet were drawn towards the door almost of their own accord. There were three stairs up to the door and as I slipped up them I realized they were white granite. At the top of the stairs were to batwing doors that required a second glance as well. They were some blond wood inlaid with brass sleens. I peaked under the doors and the sight took my breath away. The interior of the inn was done in white granite and exotic wood. It was lit by small lanterns hung about the walls and on the tables. The light was dim but I could see the wood shine behind each lantern. As I peeked around the room my eyes widened as the sheer amount of space this place took up was unbelievable. The main room was nearly 200 feet across and about the same wide, dominated in the center by a sand pit that spans nearly 20 feet. The pit seemed to be ringed by Black granite inlaid with more brass sleens. There were fifteen large temwood tables' scattered about and twenty small ones including one in each of the four corners, just perfect for two warriors to sit at and keep their backs to the wall. Each table seemed to have it's own pink larl fur. Next to the door was a huge box of pink pillows that looked very comfortable to sit on. Across the room I could see the entrance to the kitchen. The full wooden door looked very stout and swung easily on its hinges. As I sniffed could tell that's where all the great smells were coming from. To my right I could see the Owner and his abode. The area was covered in Black and purple pillows along with several larl furs and blankets. The pillows seem to span a good ten feet leading to the back wall where two large wooden levers extruded from the wall. To the left of his table sits the money chest. Even from the door I could see it chained to the floor. Just to the Tavern keepers right or my left was a large staircase going up to the second level. Each riser is easily one ah-il wide and made for very easy footing. Under the stairs were a pair of pink sleen. They restlessly strode back and forth in their cage watching the patrons of the tavern and not uttering a sound, it was scary. I melted swiftly to my knees, my golden hair sweeping forward to lay across the stones as I pressed my forehead to the floor. "May Lelani enter please." "Come in Lelani." Replied Mistress Imanja as she smiled warmly towards the door. As I looked up at the command of my new Mistress, a tall man strode by me into the inn, his face wrap covering all but his eyes. And he stopped two steps through the door to look round the peace strings on his sword were fastened. "Over to me lil one." "Yes Mistress." I scurried underneath the batwing doors and rising my feet stood proudly before walking to kneel gracefully before my Mistress pressing my flawless thighs together. "Tal Kalanthis." Spoke up one of the inn's other patrons. "Tal free, I am Kalanthis." The newcomer said casting a wary eye at the one who called his name before scowling at the girl who scurried by him. "How are the free today? And how are you Leland " Kalanthis replied as the sauntered over down beside the patron who knew him by name. The two of them settled into a devout conversation only looking up occasionally to order a drink. Lady Imanja uncurled from where she sitting and opens up her satchel, looked to the pretty girl and reaching out with her right hand lifted the girls chin up gently* "I will keep My word Lelani. Bal wanted you happy and safe." Imanja spoke slowly so that the slave would remember every word. Lelani turned to gaze upon the man sitting with Kalanthis her eyes falling to his boots. Leland grinned and mouthed a few reassuring words his tone carrying as little warmth as the ready string of words. Laughing as Imanja added "LeLand will tell You that I am not horrible and that the tavern is definitely a fun place to be, you just have to learn how to swipe Tay's cookies" Imanja grinned already envisioning the sleek ilttle slut slipping into the cookie jar. Imanja took out the silks and the collar that she has been carrying for the two girls that she has been waiting for. As another walked into the tavern his cloak close about him eyes darkened from lack of sleep. "Tal Adrian Long time no see. Sorry about your loss" Lealand spoke up always the first to speak. "Tal LeLand" Came the tired response "and thank you" Adrian moved over to collapse at the table with the men quickly ordering mulled ale the preference of those from a northern home. "Lift your hair lelani." Imanja commanded bringing the girls eyes back to focus on her. The 19 year old slave reached up and gathers the heavy tresses in gentle palms, lifting them from her neck. Imanja's fingers curl around the collar with the mark of the Tavern on it and smiling warmly she places the tavern collar around the girls neck, tying it and closing it tightly together with the little links and the leather pieces, knotting it securely. Imanja closed her eyes a moment feeling the ties on the old collar and removes them slowly making sure to remember how Bal told Her to get it off, pulling it free finally and holding it in Her hands. As the collar slipped round the girls neck her eyes close softly, soft pink lips part as she whispers. "Thank you Mistress" Adrian watched this ceremony in silence his brow in turmoil as the words finaly found their way from his mouth. "Is NR gone?" "Yes," Imanja replied opening the package with the silks, pulling them free and showing them to the girl. The dark rich purple silks with the slit down the middle and with a slit up each side that would reach to her hips. She handed the girl the soft silk motioning her to put them on. "Joseki likes purple" She murmured to the girl before turning her attention to Adrian. Teibar let a slave almost kill His intended free companion. Adrian looked startled "So is He dead? Or gone." Imanja looks to Adrian her gaze hardening "Gone. Although many wish Him dead." Lelani growled at the mention of Tiebar her growl so soft it could only have reached Imanja's ears and there it went ignored. "I am sure He is hiding somewhere just a matter of finding him" Kalanthis volunteered as he drained his paga and called for another. LeLand still staring at the beautiful girl the rest of the bar obviously far from his mind turned to Imanja and with a serious cast to his face offered his opinion. "Hun I still think it is a mistake.. I like nakie slaves!" "Things always change when You are away for a period of time and it seems always for the worst and not all Men like nakie slaves they loose something when walking around naked all the time." Kalanthis observed from well into his cups his words slurring noticeably. "Yes, yes I know all Men like naked slaves." Imanja chided the men. "Are you glana or metaglana lelani?" Imanja asked the girl ignoring the men as Lelani slips the silks over her body, feeling them caress her soft skin, smoothimg them down showing off her body to its greatest effect and stopping all conversation from the men. "Lela does not know what that is Mistress." "Virgin or non virgin hun." "Virgin Mistress" A surprised expression crossed Imanja's face "I know why Bal sent you to me then." Imanja smiled softly touching the slaves face gently. "Because She did not want lela Mistress." The conviction and dejection in that simple sentence earning her a look of concern from Imanja. "No sweet one, because I am an absolute horrible bitch when it comes to protecting girls." As Lelani smiled at this Imanja whispered "Just don't tell anyone." Causing the girl to giggle. "Tends to upset the men folk, but you aint seen nothing yet. Wait till you see Tay she is worse." "So she shall be restricted then?" Adrian asked his hand straying to the knife at his belt. "She will be restricted until she is opened of course." Imanja replied not phased at all by the implied threat. "And if I choose not to wait?" Adrian shot back his eyes still roving the slaves curves. "Ooooh, do let me tell him I do enjoy making people see sense." Imanja smiled to Kalanthas."Oh please do!" Kalanthas tapped his swords and with what could be construed to be a grin under the facewrap let his eyes go cold and chuckled almost insanely." Then you get Joseki's knife in your left eye or if you make it a formal challenge his sword up your ribs. "Oh." Adrian muttered the wind seeming to leave his body as he slouched down. "You seem shocked?" "No I am not shocked I had just forgotten this was Jo's place." "That makes a difference?" Leland asked obviously surprised. "Sure does," Adrian sighed "Leland you don't take much notice of fights but Jo runs the toughest bar on Gor and out of the dozen or so killed here he has buried two assassins in knife combat and one in a formal duel. He may not be the best fighter in Victoria but I wouldn't choose to start a fight with him." Kalanthas laughed knowingly and nodded "Especially as I saw his last kill. That man is an army all by himself." Leland nodded thoughtfully and said no more merely going into the kitchen where he rifled around in cold room and coming back out with a sandwich. Imanja thought for a minute and then with a big grin proclaimed. "From now on girl you will be known as Nutmeg of the Pink Sleen." Imanja looked back at LeLand as he raised a questioning eyebrow, pointing to the girl before her."She reminded Me of something spicy" "Thankyou Mistress." Whispered Nutmeg as the guys grinned and laughed. Joseki's Journeys: Sword Brother As I was trudging home from the inn one night about a week ago, I heard a voice from out of a darkened alleyway. “Hau, Joseki do you have a minute?” I was a little surprised but I was willing to listen. “Yes how may I help you?” “I’ve been hearing stories about you and I’d like to talk.” Replied the voice. Now this was interesting to me. I hadn’t realized that I was important enough in Victoria to be talked about. After all I am but a simple innkeeper. I spent a few seconds considering who I knew that might be talking to Val, for I had finally recognized the voice. “Well kiddo what kind of stories have you been hearing?” “I hear,” She replied “that you are a very good lifestyle Master.” Now that wasn’t really a question so I surmised that she was leading up to something. I nodded and waited for her to speak. “I was told you may be able to help a friend of mine out.” “Ooook.” I replied really beginning to wonder where this was headed. Valasca laughed and looked around as though she was checking to see if we were alone. “Well she’s looking for someone to handle her.” I had to laugh because I was literally floored. I looked over to Val and asked “What are we looking at?” “Well,” Valasca Stammered “I guess she was talking to some of the girls although I’m not sure what ones she won’t say.” “It's ok.” I added beginning to suspect where all this was headed. “I'm curious as to how much of a commitment you’re looking for from me.” I inquired. Valasca looked down “Complete control basically.” “Oh, as in moving in or just through assignments and sessions?” “Assignments and the phone for starters if things progress…” She looked down again. I nodded, more to myself than her. ”I'm willing to discuss that. Is she in some ones collar now or is she new?” “Neither it’s a little more complicated than that.” “Alllrighty then.” I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. I was sure now that the Free Woman was asking to be treated like a slave. “Do you want to talk about it or shall I ask her?” I inquired already sure of the answer. Valasca laughed like a woman will when she knows she’s just made a mistake. “Well…” Valasca stammered “Or is it you?” I asked pointedly. Valasca looked around quickly. “My Chief is currently in an Honor Match how about I send her to you when it’s over? “ I t was all I could do to not to laugh at her evasion. “Have her come find me after work tonight. I'd rather not do this in The Pink Sleen.” “Sounds good and thank you” Valasca seemed to brighten considerably when I let her off the hook on answering. “Your welcome” I answered and watched Valasca fade into the darkness. I knew I’d be seeing more of her both in and out of the Free Woman’s robes of concealment. The next day was quite interesting. I was approached by a naked woman in the guise of a sultry voice. It took relatively no time at all to prove to myself that it was Valasca and then I merely awaited her decision to tell me. That happened after I gave her the first assignment. No the fun part about that was that I already knew it was Val. So when I had her off doing something I asked several friends to stop by and talk to her. They all reported that they were indeed able to talk to her. So it became apparent to me that whatever she said she wasn’t really looking a Master. She was merely paying lip service to it. Then it happened I heard the report that she’d tried to kill herself. I went there and met Red Hawk the owner of the camp. I discussed her situation with him and aside from his attitude he seemed concerned for the girl. It wasn’t until later that I found out that trying to claim her as mine upset him. For he had wanted her and been denied. During the long trip back to my tavern I had lots of time to think. I thought about the fact that the girl was hurting inside so bad she tried to kill herself. I thought about the fact that she had tried to kill herself rather than coming and talking to me. I was very hurt by this, for is not a Master supposed to see to the well being of his slave? No matter how many sides I approached this from I kept coming back to the inescapable conclusion. Whatever she wanted, whatever she needed, I wasn’t it. Joseki's Journeys: Sword Brother Ch. 02 Joseki’s Journeys; Sword Brother I walked in to my tavern later that afternoon to find that the circus was in full swing as usual. Upon my heels slipped in two slaves. Both of which are pretty fun girls, although in my book talia needs the attention from others. Mintar the trader was in full swing on his sales pitch. “Are you looking for something in particular?” He was speaking to Tanthor our resident leather worker. “I am in need of a couple of new tankards’’ Replied Tanthor “Any kind in particular?” Asked Mintar “Nah, something simple that will hold a fair amount of cold ale.” Tanthor replied still talking to Mintar Mintar hmmed to himself. “I have a nice wooden one you might like.” Mintar walked outside to his cart and looked through his collection of tankards. He smiles as he finds the one he is looking for. He closed his wagon and walked back in and stepped over to Tanthor He extends His hand with the tankard in it and said. "Here you go, try this one" Tanthor liked it and they quickly agreed upon a price. Both then settled in to giving the mug a proper breaking in. Daro the builder was just tacking some boards over the trap door I have set up by the entrance. I stopped and looked this over wondering why he was doing it. I mean it was my trapdoor after all. I then noticed he was soaking wet. A sure sign that he’d fallen down the trap door. Which explained why he was tacking it shut. I watched him for a few minutes and he kept glancing over at Mintar so I knew who the culprit was. He finished and with a curt nod to us left the tavern. With a deep sigh I went and got a crowbar and began prying up the boards. talia glided quietly towards the Tavern knowing she was going be in deep trouble for coming looked shoulder and pondered the punishment vs. the reward and decided to go in. She slipped in under the batwing doors and knelt for a second letting her eyes adjust to the dark tavern. “Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.” Cin squirmed in her spot on the slave furs as Talia entered. Cin ran over and pounced on talia hugging and kissing her madly. Atsila my favorite Panther Girl stalked in bout then. She mumbled under her breath a little, discreetly reaching down to scratch her rask and murmuring about itching powder. Her stomach growling a bit but she seemed to be ignoring it as she shoved past my batwing door, sidestepping to the right and eyeing the room and all of us. She found her usual seat by the door and with her back to the wall. She didn’t say a word as was her way and I knew when she was comfortable she’d speak. I heard a soft scraping noise outside and looked up just as zia snuck up to my batwing doors and peeked inside the door a moment. She flashed an impish grin before slithering fully inside. I watched her softly rounded hips sway to and fro in a sensual rhythm as she made her way towards the serving furs. As she melted down upon them I heard her whisper in a soft tone. “May zia greet please?” “Hiya zia.” Whispered cinamin, Imanja’s slave. I looked over to the girl and waved her over to me. I had a few questions for zia. “Come here and whisper to me zia.” talia looked over to zia and grimaced thinking that zia was in trouble. Another slave called maylah asked. “Should I leave Master?” “No not at all.” I had to admit I wondered why she wanted to leave. maylah nodded and seeing me right beside the doorway she crawled a little to her right and knelt before me. Upon hearing what the Master has told her she crawls quietly to the slave mats to observe* “Greetings maylah, how are you?” asked cin. “Greetings zia, talia. Come over here talia.” Mistress Imanja rumbled Talial didn’t look very repentant as she replied “I can't Mistress, I'll get in more trouble.” “Thank You Mistress Imanja, so very nice to see you.” Replied zia in her good girl voice. zia looked over to talia in surprise but said nothing. “NOW talia!” Imanja thundered There was a girlish “Eep!” from cin as Imanja said this. “Tal Atsila.” Tanthor said in his gravely voice. Atsila nodded to Tanthor. “Tal.” Joseki's Journeys: Sword Brother Ch. 03 Cin cast an alarmed glance at her Mistress and hurried back to kneel by her feet, As zia knelt beside me looked up at me with those nice brown eyes as she said “zia offers You her warm greetings sexy Master Joseki Ko. and prays YOU are well and good.” “Dammit!” snapped Imanja as she slumped to her feet. “talia to me, now! Move it girl/” talia shook her head moving her hand to the collar on her neck I could see cin tremble as she sat there remembering that tone.” DeMonessa chose that particular time to enter through the batwing doors and take a seat at her usual table. Talia seeing a Free woman from her home seceded she could enlist some help. She pushed up to her knees peeking over her shoulder towards Mistress Dem, her head turning forward as she looked back towards Mistress Imanja and walked quietly to her lowering to knees on her furs. Zia jumped upwards a bright grin on her pretty face as she slithered towards me a soft purrrrr escapes those full lips as she flows to smooth knees at my feet. She stretched upwards she pushed her well rounded mounds into my thighs. Her rosy nipples puckered instantly and she grinned up at me. “Watcha doing Master?” I grinned and explained about Daro and she giggled at me. I started handing her the boards as I pried them up. I started asking her my questions and she as very forthcoming. She told me a lot about slave dances that I did not know. Mintar stood up then finishing his ale and making his goodbyes slipped quietly out the door to his wagon. Imanja crouched down in front of talia and gripped her chin. Cin smiled thinking the danger was over but talia tensed up her eyes lifting to look to Mistress in the eye. “Listen to me well girl; I am going to have this discussion with you one time. Your Mistress is someone that I hold dear and I will do anything I can to protect her and to protect what is hers. I swear by the gods that if you cause Me trouble while I watch you I will simply pay her for you, do you understand me. I didn’t understand her but zia saw the look on my face and whispered that Imanja would just kill her and pay Valasca her worth. I just Oh’ed. Talia shook her head and tried to pull back slightly trying to remove her face from Imanja’s hand. “Talia, I want her happy. I want Val happy more then anything. Do you understand what I am saying to you? Talia nodded and cin smiled in relief. “Now you have two choices girl. You can either stay in that collar chained to that ring over there on the floor or I can collar you to the tavern. Either way you are NOT going to cause more trouble for Valasca. talia reached up wrapping fingers around the collar refusing to let anyone near it About that time I managed to pry up another board and hands it to zia. She grinned and took it holding it to her almost like a lover. Cin whimpered looking over at her sis talia and I knew she hated to see her that way. As DeMonessa leaned back up against the wall to get comfortable as talia turned to her for help. DeMonessa moved a strand of hair from her face and crossed her arms across Her chest and just sat there thinking. She looked back and forth from Imanja to talia for a several moments but never said a word. “No one is helping you talia.” Imanja stated blandly. “Then can my third choice be death?” talia replied. I had to chuckle to myself at this. It seemed rather dramatic for the situation but talia always was a brat. I’ll give Imanja this though. She didn’t even bat an eye at the girl’s histrionics. I finally finished prying up the last few boards and handed them to zia. She took the boards quickly enough but her pale hues snapping towards her sister talia. She finally could stand it no longer and peeked over to me “What is going on Master?” came the very subdued question. At the time all I could do was shrug because I hadn’t a clue myself. Red Hawk came riding up the docks towards my tavern just then Talking loudly to one of the dock workers. Joseki's Journeys: Sword Brother Ch. 04 “Why are people stupid enough to fuck with things that don’t belong to them?” he claimed loudly. Zia sat there holding the boards tight and peeked up at me as his voice carried into the tavern. I knew he was talking about those of us in the tavern he said it loud enough so that we could all here. I thought our previous chat had gone pretty well so I was rather confused about why he was here and so obviously upset. .* Red Hawk hoped down from his kaiila getting his crutches and hobbled in to the tavern, horn bow across his right shoulder. He took along look about the tavern and dismissed us all as beneath his notice. Which was very interesting as Imanja, talia, zia and I were all right by the batwing doors. DeMonessa saw Red at the door and nodded a greeting to him as she was sat there obviously still trying to figure everything out. Red Hawk spoke up quickly his voice loud over the normal buzz o conversation in the tavern. “talia, zia back to the lodge now!” pepper moved in from the kennels then her blonde ringlets captured back upwards into girlish piggy tails, red ribbons curling downwards into bouncing curls as rounded hips carried her across the tiled floor to the slave furs where grabbed a hold of cin, and pulled her to the slave mats and out of the way, staying quiet the entire time. I looked up at Red Hawk and decided I’d give him a chance to state his problems. “Welcome to the Tavern.” I said in as polite a tone as I could manage. I’m not even sure Red Hawk knew I existed as his glance passed clean over me. Imanja spoke up from my right. “Have you collared Valasca then Red Hawk?” Red Hawk was stiff as he replied “I haven't not that is any of your business woman.” I looked up to Red Hawk kind of wondering I knew he could see the girls were in service and it lacked real class for him to come into my home where my Home Stone is kept and demand anything. “Girls, now!” Red Hawk pressed. DeMonessa shrugged from where she sat at being ignored and getting up she turned and walked out heading somewhere. “Then” Imanja said “my blood sister sent her slaves to me to care for them until she was freed.” talia rose worriedly to her feet looking to Red Hawk. pepper pulled cin close and inched back towards the wall at the back of the slave furs, out of the way and listened quietly not daring to speak. “Sorry it doesn’t work that way and you damn well know it.” Red Hawk swore at Imanja. “Girls, now!” Red Hawk pressed again. “I have business to deal with.” zia set the boards down next to me as she slithered upwards tears brimming her eyes as she jumped to her feet. May zia leave please she doesn’t want any blood spilled. She loves this Tavern and is sorry she caused trouble in it. I’d had enough by then, I stood up an looked Red Hawk in the eye. “No Red Hawk, I don't think so.” I I really thought we could talk this over and we could all go away happy. I was wrong. Even before I’d finished speaking Red Hawk had drawn the horn bow from his back with his right hand and knocked an arrow and sighted down its length at me. He took aim at my chest and let loose his arrow. Imanja in a moment that heroes can be made of stepped in front of me and took an arrow meant for my heart in her left shoulder. Red Hawk with the smooth efficiency of a professional reloaded and fired towards my head. His arrow wasn’t true and the shot went wide. He reloaded again and sent another arrow in my direction but it missed its mark as well. We all heard Raphens’s voice from the top of the stairs as he thundered. “What just happened?” “Itancan please we will leave.” Talia begged Red Hawk. “Go it is done.” Red Hawk replied “I am tires of playing.” “What is done?” zia gasped looking down at Imanja. cin gasped seeing her Mistress laying there and held her sis in a tight embrace. Pepper’s eyes widened and she pulled cin close as her eyes closed, seeing that Mistress Imanja hit instead of me. Raphaen walked from the upstairs into the hall of the tavern, with a very deliberate pace as he looked over the scene. Joseki's Journeys: Sword Brother Ch. 05 "What just happened?" Raphen demanded. "He shot Ima?" I spoke without thinking and it sounded more like a question. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Tanthor stood and just looked on in shock for a second before rushing to Imanja's side. "Hou Raphaen." Red Hawk spoke, his voice as calm now as if he was discussing the weather. "What happened, Red Hawk?" Raphen demanded. "I told two girls of My camp to come home." Red Hawk stated. "Imanja tried to stop me. I acted as any Gorean Man would." "What did you do?" Raphaen asked again looking for a more concise answer. At this point Imanja looked at me smiling weakly. "Maybe you can find a green now?" she asked in a weak voice. pepper jumped up and ran to her Mistress, pushing cin roughly aside momentarily as she slid to Imanja's side. "Get a physician girls." I commanded Maylah went racing out of the tavern to find a green a physician. "Please someone get someone here to help!" pepper screamed. " Shot Joseki with my horn bow." Red stated "He shot Mistress Imanja!" pepper cried to Raphaen. Tanthor took off his tunic and laid it underneath Imanja's head. Pepper started to cry holding Imanja in her arms. About this time it dawned on me that Imanja might not live through this. We'd founded the tavern together and spent many a sleepless night working on it. I looked to Red Hawk thinking he was about ten feet away and acting like nothing was wrong after he's just shot Ima. I'd think I lost it then. I rushed him trying to close the distance to about a foot between us as I pulled quiva from my belt. I thrust quiva forward trying to aim under the ribs. For his heart. I hit his lowest rib and didn't kill him. I immediately tried to gut him with a left to right slash with my quiva. He leaned back just in time and I cut him badly but didn't kill him. I tried again with the slash and he fell backwards hurt but not dead. Raphaen grabbed me at that point and forced me away from Red Hawk. "PLEASE, someone!" Shouted pepper. talia her face white ran from my tavern. From his back Red Hawk spotted a physician and her assistant hurrying up wharf to the tavern. "Heres a Green!" he rasped. Kamila our favorite Physician dashed down the wharf, hurrying into the tavern, looking about for the One She was summoned for. Imanja was laying there on the ground, looking at the ceiling, shaking as both Tanthor and pepper huddled over her assuring her she was going to be all right. Rosalyn came running in after Kamila panting softly. She weased "You run too fast." Kamila without a backward glance dropped to Imanja's side and began working on the arrow wound. Rosalyn dropped to help her and they quickly got the bleeding under control. They worked on her for quite some time before allowing her to be moved to her room. It was almost a shock to them to see Red Hawk laying there cut up and bloody as well. They went to work on him and soon had him fit to travel. I must be slowing down. Not only did I miss killing him he was going to able to ride back to his home. Others showed up and took charge of the situation. To this day I can't remember who was there or what was said. I remember them asking us if it was going to be a death match or an honor match between us. I really wanted the death match but I left it up to Red Hawk. Having missed killing me it would have been bad form for him to press for the death match. I waited for him to answer and was surprised when he chose the honor match. We agreed to heal up and fight the match then. As they all filed out I sat down by the door and just sat there all night. I came very close to losing Imanja that night and I was just shocked. I sent a slave to fetch bota after bota of my savage pink paga. I drank fifteen all told. The hangover the next day was truly atrocious. The next weekend saw me at the Coliseum. I was still very nervous this being only the second battle I'd ever fought. Red Hawk took me aside in the first few minutes after I entered the Coliseum and apologized for trying to kill me. He said that after he calmed down he was able to admit that he was wrong. I honestly don't think I've ever gotten a nicer apology. He told me he wouldn't try and kill me and after such a nice apology I didn't feel like trying to kill him. So I trusted that he would be a man of honor and I looked lower for my targets. We entered the grounds and met with our judges. Joseki Ko stands 6'2" and weighs 240 pounds. He wears a Torvie helm. He carries a 26" short sword in his right hand pointed at Reds shoulder, A 36" round Shield on his left Arm, a quiva in his right boot and another in a sheath on his left Forearm and a tomahawk in the ft of belt. He adopts a "T" stance left foot facing HIM and right foot back slightly less than shoulder width apart. He looks over to his opponent measuring the distance at about 10 feet* Red Hawk stands 6 ft 185 lbs I stand 7 ft kaiila lance in right hand over shoulder poised the throw on left arm a shield made in the way of the Red Savages on each him a cahnapi and on back a 32" war blade (pangastyle) pommel over right shoulder standing 10 ft from Jose left shoulder width apart watching His every move As I tried to close with Red Hawk he tried to step forward a foot and shove that lance into my shoulder. He then stepped of and threw the lance at me right shin. I dodged that easily and charged swinging at his right shoulder. He blocked with his shield and stepped back. We looked up at each other about nine feet away as Red Hawk drew his war blade. Red Hawk charged me with a high overhand cut and I blocked it easily with my shield and tried to smash Red Hawk in the face with my shield. He blocked that easily with his shield. He took the momentum from my block and swung down to cut at my right thigh. I managed to block it again with my shield but couldn't stop enough of the force. H managed to draw blood. I was lucky in that I managed to find an opening and stick him in the thigh as well with my leaf sword. The match was close enough of a draw to me that I really didn't mind losing. For it was judged that Red Hawks blade landed first. We exchanged blood in that fight and Red is now my sword brother. If he needs me I will come. Joseki's Journey's: The Falls Joseki’s Journey’s: 2 The Crystal Falls Tal fellow Goreans, Well tonight marked my second trip into the GCN chatrooms of Gor. I think tonight went a lot better than last night. I entered a place called the Crystal Falls. It was listed as a safe zone, I have been advised to stay in the safe zones because I can’t be killed there. It was the only safe zone running at the time. Who should I stumble across but some of the same slaves and Free from last night, Taima and her girls. I was received much better tonight than last night. I noticed that dew wasn’t there and another Master Seraka was. That seemed to make all the difference. Taima sent talia to serve me. I unwittingly committed a social faux pax . I again asked for water as I feel a wandering writer would. I didn’t realize that being in a place called the crystal falls would necessitate the poor girl going on an exodus with a mug to the top of the falls to acquire my beverage of choice. She climbed a mountain path and hung out over the water to secure me the cleanest, freshest, coldest water that she could find. Her posts on this were quite incredible. I watched her go in to what passed for a kitchen pull out a mug and then head for the mountain. I was quite impressed with her serve. She was quite fast at typing and I’ve never seen anyone erotically climb a mountain before. Then upon retrieving my water she climbed all the way back down carrying my water. Her final serve was extremely erotic. I enjoyed her for a minute and released her back to her mistress. I had noticed that seher was present when I walked in. Taima had seen me notice her and made good on my request from last night. The little slave was commanded to dance before us. She chose the dance of the veils. I thought this was an exciting choice for a white silk girl. All in all the dance was pretty good. Not exceptional but pretty good. I thought she rushed it a bit. She went from being still to having her pulse racing in no time flat. Her alliteration however was quite good. After she got going I was really enjoying it. I did notice one interesting thin though. Last night it seemed everyone talked through ivory’s dance but no one talked at all during seher’s dance tonight. I’m still kind of confused about that but I’m guessing there is some internal politics going on there. I was kind of hoping to be able to challenge Seranka and get a little fighting in, but it was not to be. Javik walked in and I must admit I was surprised, He had a very commanding presence online, He introduced himself to me as the HJ which I deduced to be Head Jarl. He made pickup on his people and left the room leaving me with two slaves. I used this opportunity to ask a few etiquette questions. I’m not sure what it is with most slaves but they seemed to not really be able to answer a general question. I had to start asking specifics in order to get an answer. They informed me not to draw steel on anyone or I would meet a swift death. That my entrances and posts were very good especially for a neophyte, and that I came across rather well. I was fairly happy with that. Though I must admit I’m curious about the death part. I left the Crystal Falls and went in search of Taima. I had found out last night that Taima likes poetry. Now I’m not much of a poet but I do enjoy writing Haiku’s. Or as my editor calls them, my attempts at Haiku. I wrote one this morning with the intention of gifting Taima with it. I found Taima in the BlackHawk Camp, there was quite a bustle of activity out. Slaves doing there chores or serving HJ Savik overseeing it all and Taima really paying attention to Savik. From the way she was acting I’m guessing that she is his Free Companion. Though I doubt they’ve met in Mundania or Real life. There were also several entrances going on. All in all I found it to be a bit disconcerting. I made my entrance and stood there looking about. Savik nodded at me and I announced that I had brought a gift with me but had been unable to present it, and was very remiss in my manners. I asked her if I could present it to her. I won’t say I got a cold shoulder but I think she was expecting a flower or something. Now I’ve learned that in order for something to be a good gift it really has to be valued by the recipient. I grinned at her and asked if I was correct that she liked poetry. She was surprised but admitted that she did. I regaled her with the following Haiku. A raven haired beauty In the summer sun she glowed Sweet Fiery Hot. The last line is rather weak as a true Haiku goes but it meant something to me so I went with it. I'm sure if jstherra sees this he'll take me to task for it. Then before she could do more than utter surprise I flourished her a bow and exited stage left. I was gone before she new it. I look forward to finding out the results of my little poem. I know I had the slaves tongues wagging. The amount of activity sharply dropped as I said my piece. I’m sure they were whispering amongst themselves. All in fun -- Joseki Joseki's Journey's: The Garden Tal fellow Goreans, Well I made my first trek into GCN Gor tonight. I must say it was wonderfully different. I come from a place called the Isle of Gor. As wonderful as it was to build an electronic Gor there, the roleplaying sucked. It was mostly an excuse for cybersex. I personally haven’t been into cybersex since I graduated from my commodore 64 computer. I found a room called the BlackHawk gardens. As I entered the room I made the post I was told to. Liz had told me that when I entered a room I needed to describe my entrance. I have a fairly good imagination so this was kind of fun. Once I entered though I was deluged by Hou’s, Tals, and greetings. Now this is something I’d never experienced before. I’m used to not being noticed as I enter a room. So I tried to answer everyone. Not really sure how well I did. What made it worse for me is that a slave called ivory was dancing. You should never interrupt a good dance. At the time I thought she was kind of slow but I think it was the network. You just can’t write as much in a post as I’m used to. So I tried to get to a spot out of the way so the girl could finish her dance. Now remember this was my first time ever on this network. I have no idea how they conduct themselves. So after sitting down I stayed pretty quiet. I know most of the slaves eyeballed me, but the only one to ask me if she could serve was dew. I checked her profile before I answered. White silk, perfect for me, I can’t get into trouble being served by a white. If a red serves you they often offer a different kind of refreshment. Now that’s not a bad thing but I haven’t learned the rules here yet, so I’m safer with a girl who won’t try me. Turned out to be the best move of my visit, it became clear to me that she is pretty inexperienced in Gor itself. She would blush, hide and generally try to escape notice. By now Ivory had finished her dance and it was really a good one. Gotta be the network that made it seem so slow. She was told to post it somewhere. ivory basked in the glow of a piece artfully done. The others lauded her. I admit I stayed silent. I mistakenly thought that if I just lurked I could learn how things were done. Ivory the little minx saw that I wasn’t saying anything and decided not to let me lurk. She started teasing me, so of course I teased her back. While I was doing this I saw dew almost physically melt into the background. I made a few more compliments to dew and really enjoyed myself. Another slave in the room seher felt that I wasn’t giving her any attention and put herself right up there. Ok I admit I loved watching her post. By now Taima the free in the room was really starting to worry about me. She pretty much asked me what I wanted. I told her this was my first night on her Gor but she either missed it or chose to ignore it and it’s connotations. She stayed right on me. Not real sure what she was looking for but she didn’t get it. I told her I wasn’t hunting just looking. Now from my Gor if you tell someone you’re not hunting (meaning no furring) everybody ignores you because your no fun. My little speech didn’t set her at ease. I had to laugh because instead of easing her mind I scared her. She left the room and summoned a heavy. I have admit I took that as quite a compliment. I could tell from the way he entered the room that he was being briefed on the situation. While this was going on I’d managed to get dew the shy one to dance. It wasn’t as sexual as ivories, for dew was a white, but it was a very nice dance. I found out afterwards it was only her second dance. She did extremely well for her second dance. Liz has told me that GCN sword fights are something to watch and my main reason for going there is to learn how it’s done. I hope to experience it at some point. But Adius the summoned heavy was very nice to me and it didn’t seem the time to try a challenge. I’m barely learning to post there as it is. I took my leave with a last comment to seher. That girl is trouble but she is fun to banter with. All in all I found my time to be quite enjoyable in the garden. I had originally intended to move from room to room as I traveled but I think that I may go back there on my next visit. They don’t seem used to visitors and that is a shame. Joseki's Journeys: The Pink Sleen Well right after fighter practice I decided I could use a drink. So I headed down to the wharf for a beer. Now I admit there was more to it than that. I have been talking with a couple of free women on line and we decided to open a Paga Tavern. I’ve been reading a series of books called The Cross Time Engineer, and one of the Inn’s that figures prominently is the Pink Dragon Inn. So I was really excited about naming it with something Pink. We talked it over and decided on the Pink Sleen. Every time I think of it I laugh. I’m even going to put Sleen dyed pink in the description of the Tavern. The whole basis of this tavern will be fun. If you’re not having fun you just won’t have been there long enough. So I am talking it over with my cohorts when a party breaks out. I kid you not. All of a sudden we have two slaves come in and ask if they can play. One red silk girl and one restricted girl. Now this was a turn of events I hadn’t really anticipated but it looked like fun. The two free women I was with are more experienced in the protocols of GCN Gor and they took the lead in making the girls feel at home. They set them about serving and Tay went into the kitchen to look for cookies. She was wonderful as she banged pots and threw dishes around. She had us all laughing. She eventually found the cookies and brought them back to the main room in order to share them out. Now I’ve never thought of cookies as an offensive weapon but we were all threatened with dire happenings if we didn’t eat her cookies. The girls each dutifully ate one and Imanja and I each acquired a cookie as well and sat back to enjoy it. After the cookies I sent kim off to fetch me some mead. I watched her go and I admit I’m getting a kick out of watching these serves. The intricate detail and style that you can put into one of those posts is really incredible. She came back and served me my mead. I let her go and she went over to Imanja. Now I needed a break and left my computer for a few minutes. I had a little surprise waiting for me when I got back, both girls kneeling at my feet. Imanja thought it would be pretty funny. It did turn out to be. I tickled both girls and I enjoyed watching them squirm, I then sent them off for another cookie. About this time I got to experience my first problem customer. A new girl showed up. She was even newer to Gor than I am. What made it worse was that she had no manners. She came in and instantly became a disruption. She also had no sense of humor. She couldn’t figure out why sleen were pink, she thought they were gray. I came close to tossing her then but Imanja decided that she would expound a little wisdom. Well expounding wisdom is great in theory but the recipient has to be willing to learn. Five minutes later I was annoyed and banned her from the room. Really upset the mood. Tay was eating the furs so I sent zia to get some honey for her. She came back but Tay thought the furs tasted better without honey. I called zia over and we started playing with the honey. I never appreciated how erotic that might be... Now at best I’m a ham and zia is a real slut puppy. So we were having a lot of fun one upping each other. Her sense of humor is almost as warped as mine. Well Imanja decided we were having too much fun. We were starting to steam up the room some. So she sent kim of to find a cold bucket of water. Sure enough you guessed it zia and I got a good soaking. I jumped up and banged my head. Now turn about is fair play so I dumped a glass of water all over kim. Now as I’m playing with kim someone she knows shows up and I released kim to serve him. Leland was a very nice guy and I hope to see him again. We did hit one snag. He asked for Black Wine. Now we had set the sleen a long way from Thentis so Black wine would be too expensive for us to serve. It took a few minutes for us to explain this without seeming like we didn’t want to serve him. Once he understood though he was happy to get hot Paga. He told us several funny stories and I found him truly enjoyable. About then I noticed the time and we sent everyone home for the evening. I must say I’m enjoying this more than I thought I would three stories ago, Joseki's Journey's The Raid A raid on Steelfist Hold (The untold Story) Joseki Ko rolls over the hill in his Pink painted wagon with the big green spot. He spurs the bosk at their best clip riding like lightening towards the hold. He crosses the gulf between the hill and the hold driving like a madman, wheels spinning the wagon sliding his passengers holding on for dear life. He pulls up in front of the gates in his fancy yellow sash. He surveys the surrounding hold and its guards. He sees The wooden hall with stone palisades and wall thinking it my be a little hard to breach. Crimson in her nifty yellow sash rides along in the wagon while Joseki drives like a Mad-Man. Wondering if any of the axles is going to give way or if the Wagon will tip over as he slides around turns. She looks back at the thralls in the wagon and grins as she seems more comfortable than they are. She claps Joseki on the back and yells for more speed. Imanja in her pretty yellow sash rides along in the wagon while Joseki drives like a Mad-Man. Wondering if the thralls in the bottom of the wagon are really as scared as they look. She turns to survey the hold as it approaches and decides where she will start first. Pepper wearing a nice yellow sash with little other to conceal her charms, bumps along in the back of the wagon, applied slave perfume and getting herself ready to be of good use, a twinkle in blue eyes as she holds on for dear life along the bumpy ride. She spurns the thralls hunkering in the bottom of the wagon as she holds Master Joseki tight letting the wind blow through her hair. She watches the appraching hold and stands a little straighter to display her charms. Pepper slithers up right in between the mass of 5,000 guards, slave perfume and bells beckoning them closer as she moves among them, whispering naughty things in their ears, groping between legs and licking along flesh until all 5,000 crowd in closer for more. Everything else forgotten but the wanton slut they crowd in until they are fighting amongst themselves for her & unnoticed, she crawls out from between them & back into the wagon somehow seeming to have come undressed she holds the nifty yellow sash between her teeth. Crimson hops out of the wagon wearing Her nice pretty yellow sash carrying two buckets of paint, one pink and the other purple. Putting down the bucket of pink paint, throws the bucket of purple paint all over the outside wall and directs the thralls to place thier ladders and spread the paint over the entire wall. Throwing the bucket to the side before grabbing the other one and tossing the pink paint onto the wall. She makes ten trips carrying paint as the thralls spread it all over making the wall look as pink and purple as they can. Dropping the last bucket she runs back to the wagon and grabs the reins from Jo and giving him a dirty look. Joseki Ko stays in the wagon, instructing his ten thralls to grab two buckets of pink paint each, out of the back of the wagon. He watches as they walk inside to paint the walls of the Hold pink, as bucket after bucket of empty paint comes flying out the door until there are twenty behind the distracted guards. He watches as the ten thralls return to the wagon and hop back into the back. Gathering another twenty cans. He directs them to run into Fort's personal chamber where they paint everything in Joseki's purple leaving no doubt who orchestrated this raid. The thralls make sure to pain Forts axe as well and even stop along the docks painting them both pink and purple. The thralls leave their paintbrushes buckets and other untensils runninb back to hop into the wagon. Imanja jumps out of the wagon holding onto the buckets of paint. The purple and the pink paint splashing around as She sets down one of them tossing the first one against the wall of the holding and then grabs the other one quickly. She hefts that towards the wall as well making sure the thralls get started painting. She makes another nine trips emptying the paint onto the walls. Dropping the last bucket she turns and runs back to the wagon jumping up into the wagon again and holds on for dear life as Crimson takes the reigns once again. Crimson with a yell that could curl a torvies hair saws on the reins and applies the whip spilling out of the only Torvie home never to be in Torvaldsland. Pepper stands tall on the wagon holding onto Master Joseki as Mistress Crismon swerves and jounces the wagon out of Steelfist hold. She stands high and tosses little papers to the guards with her kennel number on them should any or all of the 5000 guards want to come and visit her. Authors note; This raid was rather fun and we all had a good time doing it. Steelfist never seemed much amused by it.