A turn of good fortune, and the man I thought strictly a Warrior has taken Lilah back out of the shadows to return her to us. A few further secrets added to my trove, but then, I seem to keep those better than anything tangible. While I cannot say I like him, being that I only like about four people really, he is not the marked idiot I thought he might be during our previous interaction. And of course, I prefer to have the sweet cousin home where I can look out for her.
Meanwhile, Bonnie, Sekret, and I are going to Port Cos. I'll actually be going back and forth due to the school, while those two put together some clothing for Bonnie's pending companionship ceremony. He's a Scribe, I'm a Scribe, they're Scribes, we're all Scribes. If Bonnie has a child, it will be a Scribe too. We're taking over the face of Gor. I always knew it would happen, just a matter of time.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Lilah
It's the sort of thing a man hopes never to live through twice. I lost Bonnie for decades due to her love for the abusive Warrior that was her companion. Now, Lilah has followed in her footsteps. She stayed behind at the fair while I went on to Port Cos, consorting with one of the Red who had already broken her heart once. I tried to resolve the matter in my mind, but when we saw the same man and his brother a few days later, he almost hit her. Nothing much I can do against two Warriors, not as a man unskilled in warfare, and not in peak physical condition by any means. He was bleeding from the nose, muttering something about being chipped. She chose to go with him, and I told her never to step foot in my house again. With Bonnie gone, and Ostia the way she is, the last of my family life is over.
Things go well in Port Cos. I hate the people, who spend a great deal of time trying to prove how bold they are or how important. But, my colleagues have been very successful in their attempts to take over territories and defend what we already have.
Things go well in Port Cos. I hate the people, who spend a great deal of time trying to prove how bold they are or how important. But, my colleagues have been very successful in their attempts to take over territories and defend what we already have.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Fair
I've been at the En Kara Fair for the last few days, along with Lilah, Fate, and several people that are part of Melaina's caravan. I've spent quite a sum on spices and oils, some perfumes, a couple of table runners, and legions of chocolate. I plan to spend quite a bit more. I still need to spoil my cousin.
We'll be going to Port Cos for a few days, then return for the dance. I need to check on the situation among the other Scribes at the Old Academy. I also think Lilah could use a change of scenery.
[This post had to be reduced due to the previous SL being voided. The original cause was related to the post following this one, and had nothing to do with the Black Caste. The choice to void the possession SL, to avoid their anger, was not made by myself. That aspect would have been played out if the previous issue had not come to light.]
We'll be going to Port Cos for a few days, then return for the dance. I need to check on the situation among the other Scribes at the Old Academy. I also think Lilah could use a change of scenery.
[This post had to be reduced due to the previous SL being voided. The original cause was related to the post following this one, and had nothing to do with the Black Caste. The choice to void the possession SL, to avoid their anger, was not made by myself. That aspect would have been played out if the previous issue had not come to light.]
Monday, June 8, 2009
Traveling
I sent the information I'd accumulated to the caste leader, to do with as he wished. I'd gone to the tavern three nights in a row in order to speak to him, but there was no sign of his presence, and I didn't have the time to wait any longer.
I'm back with the caravan, and we should be reaching the fairegrounds in a day or so. The actual events begin three days from now. I plan to spoil Lilah while we're there, and then go on to Port Cos, where I plan to stay for awhile. The original plan had been to go on to Schendi, but it can wait. I think Lilah and I are both weary of Ar for now, and the change will do myself, and my cousin, some good. My last stop in Port Cos was brief, but there is a lot to do, especially with the district wars in progress. I had a note from Furius, and I am curious what the man has to say.
I'm back with the caravan, and we should be reaching the fairegrounds in a day or so. The actual events begin three days from now. I plan to spoil Lilah while we're there, and then go on to Port Cos, where I plan to stay for awhile. The original plan had been to go on to Schendi, but it can wait. I think Lilah and I are both weary of Ar for now, and the change will do myself, and my cousin, some good. My last stop in Port Cos was brief, but there is a lot to do, especially with the district wars in progress. I had a note from Furius, and I am curious what the man has to say.
Friday, June 5, 2009
On the Move
A certain amount of reconnaisance work had been done when he left the tavern. Going through the streets at this time of evening meant there were fewer about, though the Anbar could never really be called empty by any means. Going to one of the smaller brothels, he touched base with the owner, making a deal regarding a certain free woman that was the companion of the owner's present lover. It wasn't anything of the ordinary, a simple job of drawing the woman into an incriminating situation, fitting her with a collar, and then having her hauled to the brothel in exchange for a few simple facts. It had gone well, and he'd gone home to find his sister in the main room, Smith showing up not long afterward.
Out of hatch number five. Once in daylight again, he turned the crank, then used his knee to roll the rock back over the top. The line of bushes did the rest, and he looked around before stepping over them to go into the streets. A
few moments later, he was in the Square, clad in layers of dull, drab, and dusty brown. Head covered, and mud smeared onto his hands. Going toward the fountain, he sat on the edge, waiting:
Time ticked by. To an onlooker, he was just a man taking a break from toils at some filthy job, and the free woman who came in her expensive robes a few ehn later much above in his station. She stopped to rest as well, dropping her
fan at her feet. Leaning down slowly, he picked it up, saying something to her. Holding still to the device, he looked down at it, the woman flipping her head round as if offended by his jest. He'd a smile breaking on his
countenance, though it was largely hidden from the nose up due to his brown hat:
Handing her back the fan, and given a sound smack on his arm, the smile faded. Mainly because the need for it had come to an end. The free woman reached upward, adjusting the covering over her hair, and while her hands were by her
face, whispered a few swift words. A concealed wink too there, and then she whirled about, slipping back into the crowd on her lofty heels. Successful interaction, he didn't look around to see if they had been noticed. Or if he did,
it was also hidden as he bowed his head down, arms folded:
Once the main flood of mid day persons had passed him by, he smoothly stepped forward from off the ridge of the fountain, mingled back into the crowd. It took no small amount of effort to keep the limp out of his gait, but he
accomplished it until he was around the next corner. Cutting a line down the street, he ducked into one of the more meagre inns, and would remain there for some time:
What went unseen unless one were in the inn...His going toward the back, where a private room was located, and pushing a side panel on the fireplace. A descent made down into the basement, and retrieval of a few notes hidden under
the stairs. From there, he went back into the main room, having his lunch since breakfast had been skipped. He didn't examine the notes in public, but would instead wait until he was either back in the tunnel or at Stylus:
I have been working on the project I agreed upon with the head of the Black Caste, and two nights ago finished. I'd walked to the house, and was almost there when I heard steps behind me. Turning and grabbing the women I saw outlined, it turned out to be the slave, who'd been out running and rounded the corner too quickly. I released her, and had her follow me to place across the street from the Warrior's residence. He exited not long after, and I watched him go. He eats his evening meals in a tavern nearby when his companion is working late at her shop. It gave me time to speak to the slave, though she did some acting so our standing there would not seem out place. When the Warrior returned, I pulled her to her feet, and grabbed her ass. He commented on that fact it was fine, and I agreed, albeit it not out loud since I was also at the time kissing her. There is a ball in her tongue, which of course I have seen many times while she was speaking, but never had in my mouth as well. It's a very curious thing.
Out of hatch number five. Once in daylight again, he turned the crank, then used his knee to roll the rock back over the top. The line of bushes did the rest, and he looked around before stepping over them to go into the streets. A
few moments later, he was in the Square, clad in layers of dull, drab, and dusty brown. Head covered, and mud smeared onto his hands. Going toward the fountain, he sat on the edge, waiting:
Time ticked by. To an onlooker, he was just a man taking a break from toils at some filthy job, and the free woman who came in her expensive robes a few ehn later much above in his station. She stopped to rest as well, dropping her
fan at her feet. Leaning down slowly, he picked it up, saying something to her. Holding still to the device, he looked down at it, the woman flipping her head round as if offended by his jest. He'd a smile breaking on his
countenance, though it was largely hidden from the nose up due to his brown hat:
Handing her back the fan, and given a sound smack on his arm, the smile faded. Mainly because the need for it had come to an end. The free woman reached upward, adjusting the covering over her hair, and while her hands were by her
face, whispered a few swift words. A concealed wink too there, and then she whirled about, slipping back into the crowd on her lofty heels. Successful interaction, he didn't look around to see if they had been noticed. Or if he did,
it was also hidden as he bowed his head down, arms folded:
Once the main flood of mid day persons had passed him by, he smoothly stepped forward from off the ridge of the fountain, mingled back into the crowd. It took no small amount of effort to keep the limp out of his gait, but he
accomplished it until he was around the next corner. Cutting a line down the street, he ducked into one of the more meagre inns, and would remain there for some time:
What went unseen unless one were in the inn...His going toward the back, where a private room was located, and pushing a side panel on the fireplace. A descent made down into the basement, and retrieval of a few notes hidden under
the stairs. From there, he went back into the main room, having his lunch since breakfast had been skipped. He didn't examine the notes in public, but would instead wait until he was either back in the tunnel or at Stylus:
I have been working on the project I agreed upon with the head of the Black Caste, and two nights ago finished. I'd walked to the house, and was almost there when I heard steps behind me. Turning and grabbing the women I saw outlined, it turned out to be the slave, who'd been out running and rounded the corner too quickly. I released her, and had her follow me to place across the street from the Warrior's residence. He exited not long after, and I watched him go. He eats his evening meals in a tavern nearby when his companion is working late at her shop. It gave me time to speak to the slave, though she did some acting so our standing there would not seem out place. When the Warrior returned, I pulled her to her feet, and grabbed her ass. He commented on that fact it was fine, and I agreed, albeit it not out loud since I was also at the time kissing her. There is a ball in her tongue, which of course I have seen many times while she was speaking, but never had in my mouth as well. It's a very curious thing.
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