***Treve Tribune; Issue 18 20/07/2010

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[Carin McBride]

Contents
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*Report on the Death of Lax
*The new Tea house
*"Page Three"
*What About You?
*Advetisements
*Recruiting
*Announcements
*"Gorean's Funny Pages"
*"Mystic Heaven's Goroscope"
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Report on the Death of Lax
by RL
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Lax walked the woods of the Red Mountains,  the Trees always relaxed him.  He had spent the better part of an Ahn yelling at the foolish Free women of the Village of Minus, and all it had gotten him was a possible broken knuckle.  In Anger he punched a wall hard, a little too hard, he supposed, but they just didn't understand.  They thought he was just trying to control them, and, of course, he WAS, but he was also trying to save them from themselves.  How Dare they Question Him.  He had sacrificed... fought, spent his own personnel wealth...

A noise drew Lax's attention.  A man walked through the trees... heading towards the village.   Maybe he should have stopped Him, questioned him.  No... They accused Lax of not protecting them.  They want to fight for themselves... a bunch of foolish women... Let them all Die.

a Moment later the alarm sounded. "Well, at least they learned to do that finally" 

Lax Drew his Bow and notched an arrow.  His injured hand throbbed as he tested his arch, this was going to make things harder...  He Ran towards the village, Seeing the Stranger giving chase to one of the very women who opposed him.  He Drew back and fired at the man. It deflected off a nearby wall, but it got the attention off the woman. 

Lax turned and ran off.  I have to get him out of the village, he thought, before the woman did something stupid again and got them selves...

The pain Ripped into Lax's shoulder.  It seems this Man did not have an issue with a broken hand, his shot landed true.   The Impact brought him down fast, ant the warrior attacked even faster.  three more arrows hit their mark.  Lax fell and rolled to the ground, hoping to  be a smaller target...  two more arrows hit him, proving that strategy a failure. 

The Strange Man stood over Lax, took his coin pouch, and ran off.  No words spoken at all.

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The pain Racked his body. 

Lax wasn't about to just sit there and die, he had to make it to the village.  at the absolute worst he wanted to rub their veiled noses in the fact that he got shot multiple times trying to save them. He dragged himself over the hill, across the bridge, and up to the gate of the village.  Once there, he felt his legs turn to jelly and he fell to the ground

He heard the Lady Green Wendy tell a warrior to help him to the infirmary.  Mal, one of the few Rarius that Lax didn't hate, picked him up and carried lax to the building. 

There were questions asked..  Lax, being a general curmudgeon, answered sarcastically, even though blood was being coughed up as he talked.  The Green was assisted by the Baker Jazzy and her sister, the seamstress, Steffi. 

Oh!, lax thought to himself, The one I had flogged and her sister... No way I am letting them try and heal me.. I'll be dead for sure. 

He Tried to stand, but in his weakened condition, he was easily restrained.  Soon the first arrow was pulled from his chest... the pain was so great Lax couldn't maintain conciousness.  The women did work tirelessly. Wounds were packed with repcloth,  salve was places.  As they worked, the wounded Lax suffered a Seizure, releasing the contents of his bladder and bowels.  It was then a strange man in black entered.

Offering his service, saying he was a Green before he took to the path of the Black, the Killer washed quickly and moved to help.  At almost the same moment Lax was overcome by the injuries.  His heart stopped beating and his chest quit it's constant rise and fall.  Without missing a beat the assassin took control, Heroicly pounding on Laxes Chest, Compressing his ribs and forcing his heart to beat again.  Casting the women out of the room he worked on Lax with the Skill of an expert Green.  Within a few moments, Lax's heart took the cue and carried on it's rhythmic beat.  Once again he was alive, thanks to the actions of a Killer.

The assassin wiped his brow, the Mark of a Hired blade smudged.  He was here, alone with Lax, Just as he wanted to be.  He Drew out His Sword and slowly cut Lax's throat.  Completing his Hired task he plunged a dagger into the newly beating heart of Lax.  Lax. Hunter, Tavern Master and Village Elder of Minus, was dead.

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The Hour Grew late in the village of Minus.  The streets were empty.  No one Noticed the white garbed form as he exited the Boat and walked up the stairs.  a glow of red in his eyes the only colour apparent,  He spoke aloud as though he walked with an unseen companion.

"He is in here.  It appears that he is already dead."  He opens the door to the Infirmary and walks to the fallen shape of Lax, " shall I proceed as planned?  Yes... Yes, as you command, My Master."

The Infirmary seems to explode in a great white light,  and then.. everything fades... Leaving the Infirmary empty again. 

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The Initiate is looking at me!

Those were the first words lax thought when he opened his eyes in the dark cave near Minus.  His head fell to the side and his eyes opened wide. I dull pain washed over his chest and shoulders. Like he had been the floor of the sandpit in the Paga Den.  He tries to push himself upright but couldn't, some force was holding him down.  He moved to reach for his dagger, but found not only that it was not there, but he was completely naked.

The Initiate started to speak.  At first Lax could not understand the words, then a few came clear.  The Initiate had addressed him, Not by the name he had Chosen more than 40 years ago, Lax, but by his birth name... a name he was sure had died with his village at the hands of the Kur.

 "... and NOW after all this, you are what... going to try and kill me?"  the initiate paused.  "I have to say.. i truely Hate you."

 "you are hardly the only one" Lax manages to Mutter, a bit breathless.
 
  The Initiate laughed
 
   "No, I suppose not, but despite MY opinion, or the opinion of everyone who actually seems to meet you,  The Priest Kings Seem to think you have a larger part to play.  and so, by their Grace... you have been granted your life back." 

Lax looked at the man, dumbfounded, "What does that mean?  "a larger part to play?" I don't understand?  Do they have a Plan for me?  What am i to do?"

The Initiate stood and moved towards the door.  "Whatever it might be, 'Lax', you will be enlightened when the time is right.  Until them.  Do me, and the Priest Kings the Favour of trying NOT to get yourself killed again.  I have my doubts they will be willing to do you this favour again..."  With that... he was gone.

a few seconds later Lax found he could rise up again.  His clothes were no where to be seen, but he knew he was close to the Village.  The Sun was High in the sky as he left the cave, knowing he would have to walk Naked back to the village.  He knew not how long he was there, nor what was next to happen.  He only knew that whatever the Priest Kings had in store for him, they most likely wanted him dressed. 


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The new Tea house
by CM
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Something very scary happened in the Village this week.   As the Paga Den owner, Sir Lax,  was on his life journey, some of the women in the Village decided to do a makeover on the dark and smelly Tavern. The three fine ladies,  Nita, Ari and Maria decided to give the Paga Den some life, adding  fresh flowers on the tables, pink rugs on the floor, flowered wallpaper, purple curtains and a harp.  As this was done,  Lady Nitas high voice rang through the Village announcing that the tearoom was now opened.  Even people in the main City could hear it,  I am sure.

I don’t believe one single man in the area did not flinch at just  the thought of a tearoom, where their manly haven used to be.  But also that these women would even dare touch the Tavern.   This would raise a question in my mind... Where were the men when these women,  without a care in the world entered a Tavern?   Has the Village really come so far that the women now are in charge?

 I, for one,  would have loved to be there when Sir Lax returned from his journey.   Not only am I sure he ripped all the kick-knacks of the tables, floors and walls,  but I am sure he got so angry that he collared these women.  Or did he?
This goes back to what I said before.  Are the women now in charge?

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"Page Three"
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This week we have two pictures for you.

THIS WILL ONLY BE SHOWEN INWORLD

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What About You
edited by SF
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The Tribune is seeking to help its readership get to know each other by extending an invitation to those who are willing to provide us with a condensed autobiography of their lives in Gor. If you are willing, please contact Lady Sophiaa.

NONE THIS WEEK 

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Advetisements
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〖Weekly there will be 4 spots at 2 coppers pr. advetisements, if you wish to have an ad in the paper for your buisness, contact Carin McBride personaly and at latest Friday in the coming week.〗

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Recruiting
by CM
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Who Was the Man

On Thursday, a large group of good Warriors, and a few slaves, attempted to bring a tarnsman from the sky.  He was shooting at people from Minus to the Vosk Valley. He was fast, and his aim was true.  Not even our tarns could match his.  He took down our Warriors, one by one, then jumped from his tarn to relieve them of their weapons.  He then took down the slaves so that they couldn't aid, or throw their rocks.

After all were down, the man flew off.  Our Warriors were stunned.  They had been 6 men, and 3 slaves, and he was just one man.  Perhaps, one day, our Warriors can bring him down, and convince him to join us.  So, if anyone knows him, normal of build, short dark hair, on a black tarn, let the Warriors know.   


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Announcements
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The slave known as natalie will be auctioned off for use Only, it will be held as a Silent Blood Auction all bids is to be send to any of the Slavers from now untill Wednesday 23rd of June at 6 pm(slt).

[Carter Ebbage]

I actually tore down the net curtains in the "tea room" and threw them in the river. 

[Carin McBride]

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Announcements
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The slave known as natalie will be auctioned off for use Only, it will be held as a Silent Blood Auction all bids is to be send to any of the Slavers from now untill Wednesday 23rd of June at 6 pm(slt).

ubject: Slave Silent Blood Auction - For Use Only.

The wonderful beauty natalie (Sevena Silverfall) is now for sale in public silent auction, for first use.  This delicious minx dreams of warming your furs and savoring your steel on her neck.  Her back stands straight at 95 horts and weighs a mere 46 stones.   Her exquisite shape will fit nicely in your cage or in your furs.   Interested parties should send their bids via sealed scrolls to any slaver of Treve.  The auction will  be open until Wednesday June 23rd at 6pmSLT.  We will notify the winning bidder privately and announce the lucky man at that time.

Length of use and day/time is to be worked out between the winner and the auctionee, but will remain on sim only.

Prepared by:  Draconis Ashbourne

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"Gorean's Funny Pages"
by Zax
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Two tall Gorean trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods.
A small tree begins to grow between them.
The beech says to the birch: "Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The birch says he cannot tell.
Just then a woodpecker lands in the sapling.
The birch says "Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies:
"It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. That, my friends, is the best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in."



A man walked into a merchant’s shop and began to browse. He was attracted to a brass urt on a shelf behind the counter. He asked the shopkeeper for a price, and was told to make an offer. Presently, they agreed on a price, and the brass urt changed hands. The merchant warned the customer as he took the money, "This sale is final. If you leave the shop with the brass urt, I won't take it back under any circumstances." The customer agreed and left with the urt. As he walked home, he noticed that a live urt came scurrying out of an alley and began to follow him. Soon there were more, all following him and milling bout his feet. The man began to run, but the urts kept up, and more joined the procession. After a few ehn, thousands of urts were chasing after the man. The man ran frantically for the river, and threw the brass urt into the water. The live urts followed the brass urt, and soon all had drowned. The man returned to the shop, and on seeing him enter, the shopkeeper shouted, "I told you the sale was final! You cannot return the brass urt!" The customer replied, "That's no problem. I just wondered if you had a brass Cosian in stock."



Some Advice For You Slaves

Kajira Coping Rules
1. You must strive to be pleasing every day. If it is not your day, trust that you will please the sleen for lunch.
2. Always avoid displeasing a Master, as your butt makes a nice whooshing sound as it flies out the door.
3. There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved through a suitable application of quivering slave flesh.
4. Tell a Master what you need, and he'll tell you what you can have.
5. Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue.
6. Needing a Master is like needing a tarn. If he isn't there the first time you need him, chances are you'll make a nice impression in the ground.
7. Masters don't have attitude problems. Kajirae have perception problems.
8. On the keyboard of life, always keep one finger on the X key.

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"Mystic Heaven's Goroscope" - Cancer
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This month you will finally meet that "Someone Special"! That "Someone" that you've waited your whole life to meet. That perfect soul mate who only comes along once in a lifetime. That one individual that will make you whole! Unfortunately, your slave will throw a temper tantrum immediately after you say "Tal" to each other and all chance of it turning into a long term relationship will be lost forever.

With great determination, A LOT of patience, extremely good medical coverage, ample support from family members, cooperation from your slaves, minimal expectations from your Ubar and an "I could give a fuck!", attitude, you just might make it through this hand. On the other hand..... you might not!

Ladies! You will be on a shopping spree this month. All new clothes. It doesn't matter that you can't afford them. Throw all gold tarn caution to the wind....Why? Because that 10lbs you gained is really showing and you can't fit into anything in your closet.  Of course, this means next weeks horoscope won't read much better for you either!

[Carin McBride]

Sorry I dont know Why it only paseted half of the paper 

[colin Tuck]

Sorry I dont know Why it only paseted half of the paper 

Were you busy in the furs carin and your mind was somewehere else lol ;-)

;p

[Carin McBride]

bah .. and no I wasnt

Anyhu..... Again I would like to ask you All to help us at the Tribune out, we are not asking you to write an article just send some rp on a nc you find fun, important or otherwise wish others to know about and we will do the article, also if you have some advetisements for your buisness send a small nc to me (Carin McBride) and if you have had children, become companioned, collared a new girl/boy or maybe its just your B-day send a note and we can put it in announcements, We do need your help to keep the Tribune running.

Also the *What About You?* will be taken out of the Tribune