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02 - Meeting the High Captain
DIR By: Laila
Date: April 2, 2024, 8:35 am
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03/27/24 04:20:34 pm)
.. razorblade kiss ..
Razor
Barbarian | Alt Girl
Such dangerous hands, all over you.
MPG/POD
-- has paid a copper tarsk to enter the great tent in which
slaves are vended from its sawdust-strewn block --
says to ALL: It really didn't get any better. This place was
loud and smelled and she hated it more and more every day. With
the others she were slowly picking up on things. Though they
really weren't supposed to be talking to each other. Normally if
they were caught the slaver would beat something against the
bars and tell them to stop. Can't have them hatching an escape
plan together. Though today got worse. Around mid day the slaves
were taken from the cages to be examed. They needed to make sure
there were no surprises for their new owners. Most seemed to be
healthy. The abductor has chosen well. This only annoyed her
even more but she kept her mouth shut. If she wanted any hope of
getting out of this cage she knew running her mouth wouldn't
help her at all. Once back in the cages she found a spot to
kneel next to the side as she watched what was going on around
her. Like a bird she was keeping track of everything. If she was
going to find a weakness she needed to be smart. Though as a
result there were men and women, mostly men, that came to see
the slaves and she paid little to no attention to them. A few of
them would ask the slaver questions about the girls. They were
unique. The standard questions were asked but she didn't seem to
be paying attention, but she was. She didn't miss any of it.
Even if she may not understand Gorean, she got the jist by how
they pointed and looked at her. Ugh.
(03/27/24 04:28:45 pm)
-- High Captain Song --
A dream to some. A nightmare to others!
- Frode of Skull Island -
- Bard of Legend -
Captain of the Crimson Corsair
Malora's Mate
-- has paid a copper tarsk to enter the great tent in which
slaves are vended from its sawdust-strewn block --
says to ALL: The Captain is wandering among the cages on what is
commonly known at the Fair as the Street of Chains - the main
alley where the slavers, bandits and other scoundrels with
slaves to sell ply their trade. His home is in need of such,
though the Skald finds the whole business somewhat distasteful,
despite the many slaves he personally owns. For it is the duty
of his caste to make people free, in heart if not in body, and
his codes prohibit him collaring any by force. Indeed, he once
freed one of his slaves through great effort and expense,
tracking down the intended from whom she was stolen by pirates
when she was a Free Woman.
Does that make him a hero? To some. Does it make him a fool? To
some. Does he care a whit? Not at all. Nor does he pay much heed
to the daggers that are glared at him by many of the men in the
blue and yellow robes of the Slaver Caste. There is a long
rivalry between them and the Singers and Poets. The Slavers say
it is because Singers are trouble and all the slave revolts of
note had a Singer at their heart. The Singers, for their part,
say the Slavers are jealous of their ability to do with silver
tongues and shininig wit what whips and chains cannot. In any
case, there is a ban on enslaving Singers in most of the major
cities of Gor. (Though the Slavers insist they agreed to this
only because Singers and Poets are too lazy to make good
slaves.)
Despite this, the Skald has managed to... well, perhaps befriend
is not the right term, but he has managed to maintain a
reasonable working relationship with several slavers, who know
the value of a skilled drummer in adding to the spectacle of an
auction. Dancers need a tune to dance to, after all. So despite
their last meeting ending on strained terms, he is here to seek
out Marcus Lycus - the self-proclaimed Merchant of Love.
(03/27/24 04:40:47 pm)
.. razorblade kiss ..
Razor
Barbarian | Alt Girl
Such dangerous hands, all over you.
MPG/POD
-- has paid a copper tarsk to enter the great tent in which
slaves are vended from its sawdust-strewn block --
says to ALL: Faces came and went. She didn't need to know their
name to remember them. Though she wasn't sure she wanted a
reason to remember them anyway. Listening idly to the chatter of
the slaves and the people outside of the cage. So much noise.
Though she had her own way of self soothing. As she knelt there
watching like a hawk she would be softly humming a song. Though
she was probably a bit louder than she meant to be. It was
helping her focus, even if she didn't know others might be
paying attention to her. She wasn't sure where Marcus was, but
he was never very fair unfortunately. The food they had been
offered here was gross. If that's what she would be eating, they
might as well kill her now. Her lips parted as she mouthed the
words to the song that no one else would be able to hear but
her. A few more people came to inspect the unique slaves, poking
and prodding them through the cage. She gave them a little side
eye but she wasn't falling for it. She had thrown a tantrum
already and was trying not to throw another. Perhaps she was
taken Lucien's advice? It might be too early to tell.
(03/27/24 04:54:49 pm)
-- High Captain Song --
A dream to some. A nightmare to others!
- Frode of Skull Island -
- Bard of Legend -
Captain of the Crimson Corsair
Malora's Mate
-- has paid a copper tarsk to enter the great tent in which
slaves are vended from its sawdust-strewn block --
says to .. razorblade kiss .. R: It doesn't take him long to
find Marcus Lycus' place on the Street of Chains. Caste Slavers
always get the prime spots closest to the big tent and the
auction stage. The skald is stunned, however, by the girls he
sees in the cages there. He is cosmopolitan by Gorean standards,
having traveled far and wide. Yet he knows something of the
trade of the slavers and the sorts of women they tend to work
the hardest to acquire. While there are cities where tattoos are
common for slaves, the styles he sees on display are unusual to
say the least. There are also hair colors to be found that put
him in mind of the creasted lits of Schendi - colorful birds
whose feathers are often used as decoration by the slaves of the
South. It is clearly unnatural, and most Gorean Men abhor the
unnatural. Yet the Skald, as has been noted, is not most Gorean
Men, and he is able to look past things like tribal tattoos and
multiple piercings to see ample breasts or lengthy legs. Too, he
appreciates a bargain, and an unusual appearance matters less to
him than most. He also knows Marcus Lycus would not be selling
these girls as-is if here were not desperate, for the Slavers
usually shaved the heads of any woman whose hair color they knew
to be dyed at the time of sale.
It is the sound of music, however, that gets his attention, for
while he has an eye for women of exotic quality, his ear for
music is stronger. Though he doesn't recognize the words,
something in the tune speaks to him. So he comes to stand before
the cage holding the Earth girl with the green hair and ringed
nipples.
(03/27/24 04:55:47 pm)
.The Entropic Illusion.
. Mahaz Mahad Djinn .
Companion of Ulrika
Minus POD
-- is within a restaurant near the center of the fair, where
there are some two hundred tables under tenting --
says to .. razorblade kiss .. R: And just like that Hamarabae
tossed peach pit at the slave and jumped up , the slave looked
half scared and excited as Hamarabae growled at her she eyed me
I said scram . She left and Hamarabae scooted through the crowd
I shook my head as he would occasionally get inibriated from
banana so I let him runoff , Hamarabae was not big . His fur was
mottled white and gray . He swore he was a snow jit but I knew
where he came from. He made a name for his scams in Kar . And he
had a crazed look in his eye , this ment chaos . He was a jit so
his smell was adapt he smelt a smell not a foul one .But unique
and he saw money . He was a jit who had collared a slave once .
So he was a smart jit , he left the tent jumping on a push cart
thevendor said "you got a date? " Hamarabae simply poinred and
he pushed Hamarabae had on his fighting clothes his waist a
purple sash and red pants as he watched the people admire him he
was Hamarabae this was Hamarabae con 24
(03/27/24 05:07:17 pm)
.. razorblade kiss ..
Razor
Barbarian | Alt Girl
Such dangerous hands, all over you.
MPG/POD
-- has paid a copper tarsk to enter the great tent in which
slaves are vended from its sawdust-strewn block --
says to -- High Captain Song ---: She watched the monkey as it
was throwing things at people. No surprise there. They did that
on Earth too. This distracted her a little. But that wasn't the
only thing. Soon she noticed there was a man standing next to
the cage watching her. She went silent as soon as she noticed
him and lifted her brows. She knew if she spoke he wouldn't
understand her. She also wasn't sure what he was looking at. She
knew the game here was to sell her and the others off. But after
that she knew very little about what her fate would be. And with
whom. The girls she was caged with had talked about bars
(taverns) and brothels. Which, with her luck, is where she'd end
up. With the Skald watching her now she wouldn't continue the
song. He wouldn't have known where it came from anyway. She
finally lifted her gaze and looked right at him. She wasn't
afraid of him like some of the other gorean slaves that she saw
cowering from the men that looked at them through the bars. She
growled a little at him for good measure. Very feisty. Marcus
probably had a lot to say about her. Though the exam proved she
wasn't a white silk.
(03/27/24 05:14:45 pm)
.The Entropic Illusion.
. Mahaz Mahad Djinn .
Companion of Ulrika
Minus POD
-- is at one of the cages in the vicinity of the praetors
stations near the center of the fair grounds --
says to .. razorblade kiss .. R: Hamarabae jumped off the cart
and scooted in the head hanchos jit lost today so he scowled as
Hamarabae strolled in he started to object Hamarabae eyed him
raising his brow chittering and 3 more jit stroll in and he
started chittering at the caged girls the other jits followed
suit one held a bottleinits hand he had a scar on his head and
limped the other a baby jit he got the awwww reaction till he
jumped on the cage trying to kiss thegirls Hamarabae saw the man
he sung songs . He chittered as he neared sniffing
(03/27/24 05:19:01 pm)
-- High Captain Song --
A dream to some. A nightmare to others!
- Frode of Skull Island -
- Bard of Legend -
Captain of the Crimson Corsair
Malora's Mate
-- has paid a copper tarsk to enter the great tent in which
slaves are vended from its sawdust-strewn block --
says to .. razorblade kiss .. R: The skald chuckled, though it
was unclear if it was at the antics of the jit or the growling
of the caged girl with the stilled song. No, he didn't know the
words, but he did like it. He guessed she was an Earth girl, for
they tended to be the most outlandish. Yet her attitude put him
in mind of a Panther. Perhaps there was some custom in painting
their hair odd colors he was unaware of? It had been a while
since he'd been to the North. Still, he did learn a bit of the
Earth language from one girl from that place, who had been a
dancer in one of the first troupes he traveled with on the wagon
trails of the South. Despite the growl, he smiles, and makes eye
contact with her, as he tries to remember the words and the odd
accent the girl had.
"Bonjour. Tu es très belle. Je souhaite te faire l'amour pendant
de nombreuses heures et te faire en redemander."
#Post#: 326--------------------------------------------------
Re: 02 - Meeting the High Captain
DIR By: Laila
Date: April 2, 2024, 8:35 am
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(03/27/24 05:36:09 pm)
.. razorblade kiss ..
Razor
Barbarian | Alt Girl
Such dangerous hands, all over you.
MPG/POD
-- has paid a copper tarsk to enter the great tent in which
slaves are vended from its sawdust-strewn block --
says to -- High Captain Song ---: Between the monkey and the man
in front of her she was trying to figure out which one was the
bigger fool. She had no idea what the monkey was talking about.
If she wasn't being watched, she might have tried to win it over
so she could use him to help her escape.. But alas, eyes were on
her. He spoke and although she didn't know French.. she knew
enough to get an idea of what he said. Both her brows raised as
she spoke to him. In English. But he probably wouldn't
understand most of that. She didn't seem to care. "I know I'm
beautiful.. but you're not touching me. I bite really really
hard. Harder than that Monkey over there." So much for keeping
her mouth shut. She tried REALLY hard!
(03/27/24 05:46:59 pm)
-- High Captain Song --
A dream to some. A nightmare to others!
- Frode of Skull Island -
- Bard of Legend -
Captain of the Crimson Corsair
Malora's Mate
-- has paid a copper tarsk to enter the great tent in which
slaves are vended from its sawdust-strewn block --
says to .. razorblade kiss .. R: No, he didn't understand most
of that. While he had learned a little English (during a brief
attempt to learn as many tongues during an ill advised attempt
to translate some of the songs of the Earth girls into Gorean)
it wasn't enough to be considered even basic. It was forbidden
for slaves to teach the free anything, after all, and Earth
girls were strongly discouraged upon pain of death from using
their old languages - something that was beaten into them from
the beginning, as Razor and her cage mates were discovering. But
her expression and the gesture she made toward the jit said it
all. Though he did catch "beautiful.... touch me.... monkey."
It was at this point that Marcus Lycus, apparently tired of
trying to hard sell the rotund merchant he was fast-talking,
noticed the Skald. To his credit, the expression of distaste on
his face remained only a moment before being replaced by a
forced grin. As much bad blood as there had been after that last
deal, the Skald was still a paying customer. More, he was fool
enough to throw down money on an exotic barbarian purely for the
challenge or the sake of having something other than the usual
buxom blondes that were preferred among the Northmen.
"Tal, Captain! I see you've taken notice of this little
she-sleen."
"Indeed. You've done a poor job of taming her it seems. Is she
an Earth girl? Or some Panther you sought to embarrass by
painting her head instead of shaving it?"
(03/27/24 05:59:03 pm)
.. razorblade kiss ..
Razor
Barbarian | Alt Girl
Such dangerous hands, all over you.
MPG/POD
-- has paid a copper tarsk to enter the great tent in which
slaves are vended from its sawdust-strewn block --
says to -- High Captain Song ---: Of course that's all he
understand. This was her such luck so far here. She didn't
understand what the men were saying but she knew they were
talking about her. She would keep her mouth closed for now. But
she got an idea. She'd looked around a little more before
focusing on Frode again. Maybe if she could convince him to buy
her, she'd get out of the cage and have a better chance of
running off. Not that she really knew where she'd go. It was
dangerous here. Many seemed to be telling her indicating the
same thing. She pointed to herself as the men were talking. Not
the best idea but she didn't know the rules. At least not a lot
of them. "Buy me." She pointed to the coin purse, either on
Frode or Marcus, she pointed to it and then to herself. It was
the worst game of charades ever.. yet they were going to see if
it worked. She had no idea who this man was, but he spoke
French! It was closer to English then anything else. Aside from
the other slaver who just wanted her to behave. Fat chance of
that happening!
(03/27/24 06:07:11 pm)
-- High Captain Song --
A dream to some. A nightmare to others!
- Frode of Skull Island -
- Bard of Legend -
Captain of the Crimson Corsair
Malora's Mate
-- has paid a copper tarsk to enter the great tent in which
slaves are vended from its sawdust-strewn block --
says to .. razorblade kiss .. R: As far as sales pitches went,
it was not the best. 4 out of 10, at best. For one thing, it was
traditional for the girl to say "Buy me, Master." or "Buy me,
Mistress." depending on the intended target. Next, there was no
real attempt at showing off the goods. Okay, she is naked and in
a cage, but there are certain poses one is expected to make and
she had been standoffishly sitting, very actively not showing
herself off when her singing had gotten the Skald's attention.
"You were saying?" says Marcus Lycus, triumphantly as he points
to the girl. "She seems quite taken with you, Captain."
"That only proves she's not blind or is sick of being in the
cage." Frode replies as he squats down to look at the girl.
Again, he meets her gaze, noting that she dies not try to avert
her eyes. She hasn't had that habit baten into her yet, it
seems. That might offend most Gorean Men. But, as heen noted,
the Skald was not most Gorean Men. And overly subservient slaves
left him cold. There was one he recalled in the Market at the
Carvanserai who was obsessed with cleaning the feet of every man
she encountered, which he found rather odd. But that was neither
here nor there. He puts a hand on the bars and looks at the
girl. Thinking on what words he knows, he tries to speak in her
tongue, since she's apparently trying to do the same.
"You slave? Want be my slave?"
(03/27/24 06:23:55 pm)
.. razorblade kiss ..
Razor
Barbarian | Alt Girl
Such dangerous hands, all over you.
MPG/POD
-- has paid a copper tarsk to enter the great tent in which
slaves are vended from its sawdust-strewn block --
says to -- High Captain Song ---: Her tactics needed work. She
didn't have this problem on earth and maybe that's what she
needed to focus on. He returned away from her almost like he was
bored looking at her. She wasn't doing enough. This annoyed her.
She wanted to scream at him. Throwing things at him. Anything to
stand out. Thougth she would need to not piss him off in the
process. It's about balance! He was talking to Marcus again.
Both of them looking at her occasionally. When Frode moved
closer and tried to talk to her. She understand the words he
said. This excited her a little. She nodded. She would make sure
she wasn't speaking too much. Marcus seemed to be growly at her
a lot over it. "Yes, please. " She still have restraints, but
she pressed herself against the bars. She would try something
else. She would lean herself against the bars as she purred for
him and moved to lower herself down again to her knees. She'd
only gotten up when she was pondering the abduction of the
monkey to use as her personal escape partner. She knelt there,
keeping her thighs just part enough apart. She had watched the
other gorean slaves.
Mixed with what she already knew from Earth she would try and
present herself to him. Let him see her body as she teased her
hands over her skin. However much she was able to with the
restraints.
(03/27/24 06:32:29 pm)
-- High Captain Song --
A dream to some. A nightmare to others!
- Frode of Skull Island -
- Bard of Legend -
Captain of the Crimson Corsair
Malora's Mate
-- has paid a copper tarsk to enter the great tent in which
slaves are vended from its sawdust-strewn block --
says to .. razorblade kiss .. R: "You speak barbarian?" said
Marcus Lycus incredulously.
"Enough." replied the bard. "I find it handy to know what they
are saying when they think no one understands." As he speaks,
his eyes remain upon the green-haired girl, who does a rather
credible impression of a giani in heat. Of course the shackles
limit her ability to touch herself within the confines of her
cage. Still, the purrs are inviting and she does part her thighs
to show her shaven slit and the many interesting piercings and
tattoos upon her torso. However, he can't help but notice that
as comely as she is, there is no sign of enjoyment in her
display. However, with the disagreeable slaver present, he
doubts most women could find themselves in an agreeable mood.
Thankfully, there are other reasons the girl interested him
apart from the obvious.
"Song. Like the song." he says before raising his own voice and
humming a lively tune. "Does slave girl dance?" He offers her a
smile at this and pats the small drum that hangs at his side - a
clear advertisement of his caste to most Goreans.
(03/27/24 06:48:24 pm)
.. razorblade kiss ..
Razor
Barbarian | Alt Girl
Such dangerous hands, all over you.
MPG/POD
-- has paid a copper tarsk to enter the great tent in which
slaves are vended from its sawdust-strewn block --
says to -- High Captain Song ---: Her attention seemed to be
shifting. He understood a little of what she was trying to say.
Enough that it made her think if she played her cards right she
could blow this popsicle stand. She was very uneducated about
gor and it was obvious. Which was a shame because she was
actually very intelligent and sexy. The tattoos and piercings
may turn some off here, but she probably wouldn't be upset as
long as she was able to get someone's attention to get away from
this cad. She repeated the words he spoke. "Song.. Sing.. I can
sing.." She probably didn't get that he was telling her
something else but meh. She was making due what what she had
available right now. She nodded though when he asked if she
could dance. Maybe not to the standards that he was used to but
on Earth she had been a very successful cam girl. Men paid a lot
of money to see her strip and dance live. She did personal
sessions too. Was one of those guys the one that took her? "Yes,
I can dance.. " She saw the drum. But she didn't know castes.
Maybe he was the little drummer boy?!
03/27/24 07:13:50 pm)
-- High Captain Song --
A dream to some. A nightmare to others!
- Frode of Skull Island -
- Bard of Legend -
Captain of the Crimson Corsair
Malora's Mate
-- has paid a copper tarsk to enter the great tent in which
slaves are vended from its sawdust-strewn block --
says to .. razorblade kiss .. R: He can sense her desperation.
But more, he can sense her honesty. Despite the language barrier
and the show she is putting on, there are certain signs the
Skald is skilled at reading. And while he has no doubt the girl
is pondering escape and not happy about her current status, he
does think she's telling the truth. If nothing else, he heard
enough of her song to know she has some sense of rhythm.
"What say you to renting the girl for an afternoon, Marcus? I'm
due to play the drum at the pavillion for a few ahn and they can
always fit another girl on the platform to help lure in the
buyers." Marcus Lycus blanches. He is not in the habit of
renting his girls. Even girls such as these. On the other hand,
coin is coin, and he'll have the Skald on the hook if the girl
runs off. "Fine. But you're responsible for her and I must
demand collateral. Say.... two silver tarks?" Frode smirks but
nods. "1 silver tarsk as collateral and 3 copper for the time."
That's shockingly generous for an untrained barbarian, but the
Skald is known for his generosity. Besides, after that last deal
with Marcus Lycus, he's lucky the Slaver is willing to deal with
him at all. Perhaps the Bard pities him a little after that
scam? Very little.
(03/27/24 07:20:25 pm)
.. razorblade kiss ..
Razor
Barbarian | Alt Girl
Such dangerous hands, all over you.
MPG/POD
-- has paid a copper tarsk to enter the great tent in which
slaves are vended from its sawdust-strewn block --
says to -- High Captain Song ---: Unable to understand what they
were saying. They seemed to be bartering. She would lean still
against the edge of the cage. The restraints were keeping her
from being able to reach out. Plus if she tried to do that too
much someone might try to cut her hand off. No Thanks. She
rested her forehead there as she was chewing hard on her lower
lip. She was focused on their faces, trying to read them. She
could read people even if she didn't understand the language. As
someone who was in the business to please others she needed to
know how to read her audience. This was just a different
audience. She didn't want to be a slave, she didn't want to
dance or sing.. or anything. But maybe she was already a slave.
Maybe on Earth she had been one too she just hadn't realized
that she had been a slave to her situation, and to technically,
and the men that paid for her to strip for them. She was just a
sexy little puppet.. and this would be no different. She made
eye contact with Frode, her eyes begging for him to get her out
of her. She had no idea he was working on just that.
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