If Everyones Argument About What Is Real Gor In Gor SL Was Roleplayed Out...

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May 2012

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[Fester Ratkin]

ONE RULE TO RULE THEM ALL:
all responses to anything RP'd in this thread MUST be RP'd, even if its something like: Troll Resident: *thinks this thread is a load of shite and goes back to setting fires in other threads*

Fester the Urt Catcher: * runs out of breath, finally ,and pokes his nose above the noissome surface of the midden he'd been unceremoniously dumped in a few minutes earlier by the BF of the kajira he had ordered to lick his instrument clean.  Fester may have been haphazzard about his own personal appearance and hygeine but he knew that no self-respecting urt would give him even a moment's notice if his Shawm was less than pristine in appearance, hence his order to that kajira. He sighed in resignation as he cursed, inwardly, his foolishness for not having read her profile first.  One look at her restrictions could have saved him this involuntary bath. 
At least he was warmer than he had been in days. The last time he'd been this warm was when he'd threatened to collar that FW who had been making snide thought emotes about his smell, and manhood...or lack of it.  Being hit round the head by a dual Book weilding FW flooding their IMs with quotes would warm anyone up.  Being hit even more when he tried to remonstrate in IMs to her that FW shouldnt hit FM , no matter how improbably ancient and disgusting their avi,  had warmed him up that much more.  His rejoinder to her about why his avi was so old looking would have been great... if he hadnt been so busy trying to protect his beloved pet urt... which transforms miraculously into a Larl on those occasions when he needed to God-emote himself out of a sticky sitution with a Manther or other combat motivated type player... at the time and had managed to IM her about it.  He cursed, inwardly, the geezer who had taught FW to read OOC.*

Fester the Urt Catcher:  hears cries and alarums from distant NPCs sounding the warning that a Raid is about to take place; sees a veil-less, loose haired, cleavage showing FW scurrying close by the midden; thinks that he has already expended enough words in the previous para-emote and hails her, his lips still below the noissome surface of the midden...*

Fester the Urt Catcher: 'Tal' *he bubbles*

(( the next respondent to this...if there is one...does NOT need to be that FW, btw. *grins* ))

[Toffee Kira]

Lil Sweetyjellybean… who has been afk waiting for her Master… springs to life again as she notes a 'rare' man nearby…she bobs up and down as she can't be bothered to release herself from nadu…and lands rather too close to Fester the Urt Catcher….his head trapped between her bare deep-tan thighs…his vision impaired by her huge heaving pair clad in a small wisp of red silk..although the sim is now covered in deep snow. She ignores the FW running on the spot due to lag and posts… "Greetings Master" *gazes  at him with sultry azure orbs framed by long sweeping lashes*….However, her Master logs on and she flies through the air as her leash is still attached…leaving poor Fester…to fester...

[ramond lax]

Lax walks out of a Building, looking about the area, and spies am group of men run into a Wall.  They smack the wall with all the force of a charging Bosk, and fall onto their asses.  standing they brush themselves off and run at the wall again.  the result is of course exactly the same as before.  Lax walks up. quizzically and asks, "What is it you Men are doing?"

Mr X, the leader of the wall runners turns to Lax, a foul expression on his face.  Isn't it Obvious what we are doing Sir?  We are trying to get into the building.. "  He laughs at lax's clear stupidity, not even able to tell what they were trying to do.

Lax scratches the hair on his chin. "You Men Know there is a Door not 10 feet away from where you are flinging yourself against?  would it not make more sense to just go in the door?"

Mr X laughs at Lax, spitting blood out from the hole left in his smile, do doubt from repeated impacts with the wall.  "That is the Cowards way... We are MEN of Gor.. We are Strong and Mighty.. a Wall is stupid and cannot even hold a Sword.. while We are all Ubars withing the arch of our blades.. Do Wall will stop us in our endeavours"  Again he runs at the wall and bounces clean off.

Lax looks oddly at the man.  perhaps the door locked, maybe they tried the door and couldn't get through.  He walked over and checked the handle.. the door swung wide open, with barely a creak as it swings.  "um.. Men.. Sirs... the door here is open.. come inside.."  lax peeks in, seeing a sign that reads, 'Free Paga' on a post surrounded by near a hundred horny slaves, all apparently begging for use.  "I'll Happily hold the door open for you if you want it?  come inside."

Mr X bounces yet again off the wall.  When his head clears enough he draws his sword, "Do you Mock my Honour Sir?  Do you think me Weak?  Me and My men will enter this Building OUR Way.. Not your weak way.. Be Gone before i kill you, as i am a Warrior, and will do so just because it suits me to."

Lax just sort of nods his head.  Now that he is at the door he can see the wall is neatly 4 feet thick and solid stone.  "Have it your way Sir.. "  and he walks in, closing the door behind him.

*******

Several hours later, quite drunk and never more sexually satisfied in his life, Lax exits the Building... spying the men now lying on pools of their own blood, several with serious looking head trauma..

Lax laughs as he walks home, "stupid fucks...."

[Leith Constantine]

Leith laughs his ass of at all of this

[Taog Ra]

* Taog Ra sits just on the periphery which is his preference and want to do, his bottom lip caught between his teeth to be gnawed on.  From his vantage, he could see the activity going on around him, and somehow remained unphased by it all, and allowed himself only the briefest of moments to take some pleasure in the odd behaviors of others.  He smirked at the ratkin's wyld nature, himself a long-time skulker that dwelt in the shadows but his attention was drawn to something shiny across the way, and his gaze slipped toward the gaggle of men and the blood pooling beneath their self-inflicted assault upon the Wall.  It was the sudden flight of bare flesh soaring overhead like a skeet that caught his attention and he quietly murmured, "Pull!"  At long last, he felt the need to fade away once more into the shadows.  He turned his head slightly and pursed his lips before spitting a stream of something foul that never appeared in one of Norman's books yet strangely looked like tobacco juice onto an unsuspecting passerby that hadn't caught his attention just yet, reprimanded himself for being grammatically challenged and as he turned away and closed the window, he caught his reflection in the nearby mirror and promptly stepped through to that strange but oddly familiar place they called AR-EL.

[Fester Ratkin]

Fester the Urt Catcher: 'LOL' ...* he bubbles as he catches sight of the kajira bouncing up and down... on her naked brown knees... in the snow... near the midden in which he is ensconsed up to his nose; begins composing an IM to her to point out, in terms of a most forceful nature, that Vedic Flying is not in the Books and the PK blue flames would surely descend upon her head for her practice of foreign religious activities; could have added a complaint about her scanty dress in such unseasonal conditions but he is an elderly and revolting Gor Man up to his nose in shite who takes what he can get when he can get it.*

Fester the Urt Catcher: * gasps, swallowing an unfortunate amount of soupy midden, as the kajira bounces  onto his head, her silky tanned thighs pinioning it between them; thinks about sending her an IM as he is pissed that she has prevented him from using his Xray vision to see her heaving pair through the wide brim of his hat in his next post by her God moding post suggesting he can see  through his hat, and her boobs, to her azure eyes and wtf is wrong with plain ordinary blue eyes; decides, instead, to IM Lil Sweetjellybean ordering  her to open her Voice so that he can hear her paroxysms of OOC passion when in his next post he will use his huge... glistening... throbbing... nose to penetrate her, thus bringing her to paroxysms of passion; he knows that no woman can resist being flooded by paroxysms of passion by a Gorean Man, even a disgustingly old one up to his nose in shite*

Fester the Urt Catcher: 'WTF' ...* as Lil Sweet is bungeyed out of sight by her master's leash; IMs a Mod demanding that the RP be declared Invalid as she didnt use enough lines to rp out, nor did she ask his permission in IM*

Fester the Urt Catcher: 'LOL'...*sucks in another mouthful of midden soup as he  cams to the fracas at the wall; smiles smuggly to himself that he had the foresiight to include ' immunity to Midden Contents' in his IC profile when he created this character;IMs the Mod screaming, or bubbles, rather, INVALID that Lax didnt use enough lines  to drink up all the paga and use up all the horny slaves*

Fester the Urt Catcher:*sends another IM to the Mod complaining in brown bubbles about Leigh Constantine not using enough lines of emote to leave his ass on Sim*

Fester the Urt Catcher: * screams , or bubbles , rather, INVALID that Taog Ra is using skeet shooting, chewin backy and magic mirrors*

[Adoveea Rau]

Lady Tarn inches along dressed heavily from toe to foot, a mobile yellow laundry mound of gems and heavily encrusted cloth. A large black shadow appears in front of her lace covered eyes and she squints trying to make it out from all the other shadows..

"WOMAN " it bellows "You slut!! you will be collared!"

The Lady ceases her attempts to move one footstep every 5 ehn and focuses through the lace over her eyes at the heavily black clad man. Dressed in black from head to foot,  with skulls danging from his belt, and on every available part, limbs. whatever...an array of weapons that would equip at least 10 other men and still have enough left over to give out daggers to about 10 FW.

With a rather mild tone she asks "Are you a Killer!?"

"I'm a warrior of this city! How dare you insult me!" he froths at her, his  spittle spraying everywhere "Are you blind? You will kneel down and submit to me you slut for saying that!".

"hmm, really" she says idly her hand going to the golden whistle around her neck "and why?"

"Because I am a gorean man!! And you are just a woman! a mouthy slut that needs to be in collar!" he snarls reaching for his sword

She blows the whistle and a vicious dark winged Tarn flys down from the sky striking the man with terrible claws and lifting him upward into the sky. The tarn screechs it's defiance as it carries off it's struggling shouting victum.

Lady Tarn punches her gloved fist in the air and shouts "it worked ! it worked" and does, in a bizarre mockery of her earlier slow creeping motions..  a leaping wild dance hopping around shouting " YES it worked! it worked!!".
She recovers with a swift stop and smooths down her yellow robes. Then she starts  moving slowly and carefully again with a distinct small mummer of "well, next victim..one test is never good enough..."

[Mercy Riiser]

That's great Dove!  I have actually tried from time to time to call for my tarn to do just that when I have been taken down......but by the time my tarn's feet rezz and I click "edit" to move my tarn in for the kill......the other 5 guys have killed my tarn!   I guess I could keep calling for my various tarns until I get at least one of them to kill my attacker....while I mostly fly the blue and white exotic war tarn you made for me back in Teslit, I have so many more tarns up the wazoo that my whistling and editing could go on for quite some time!   

[Brandywine Baily]

HumblePagaSlut: rambles from the kitchen hearing footsteps atop the stone tiles, draped in her usual length of diaphanous silk tied loosely about rounded hips, she spots a man with a fuzzy chin, stops in her tracks and returns for a verr-skin bota of the rich fiery brew. she was delighted the tavern keeper had posted that 'free, all you can drink paga' sign by the front gate and at last a patron had arrived to indulge in the keeper's generosity when out of the corner of plain blue eyes she spots not one but three city slaves appear from nowhere and swarm the man with absolutely no conviction. She wondered how they knew he was even there since the slave house was two streets over and had no windows save for a narrow slit set high in the stone wall. at least that Gorean she decided and quietly returned the bota to the kitchen and resumed her daily tavern chores.

[Sayrax wiefel]

* Sayrax wiefel laughs at loud at the comics of todays gorean newpaper, as the silly by the book gang, dances against the street grew of gor evovled, thinking those silly lil rascles always fighting over nothing.

[Dutchy Moonshadow]

Lady Nika , merchant from Fina
finally arrived together with her brother Kayden ,
died tired of days off travel .
When suddenly a woman pops out of nowwhere infront of her .
Friendly as she is and offcourse always thinking of trade ,
she softly rings out  " Tal " to the woman .
The woman sighs and calls out " Tal , what a long journay I had "
"Ohhh your a merchant like myself " she asks friendly
but looking around to see the man that should accompany the woman .
" Yes Lady " the woman replies .

Walking away her head shaking from left to right in dismay ,
she sees a bunch of man laying near the wall and a halfnaked woman walk about .
When she walks into the city she wishes to trade ,
she suddenly sees a body fly by on a leash .

"Strange city "she softly mutters to her brother ,
who already has seen the " Free paga " sign and just nods and runs to the tavern .