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PostSubject: 7/29/18-8/4/18   Sun Jul 29, 2018 1:32 pm

07.29.2018
14:22:05

preparing meals  




~~~she sat up stretching her arms and yawning deeply...stumbled out the door and made her way slowly to the kitchen where she had a big bowl of gruel and some bosk milk....full...she walked out the heavy gate...basket in hand crossed the bridge and started her day picking vegetables,...knowing what she needed she picked a lot of sa tarna,...sugar cane and various other items then going back to the Holds kitchen depositing them then off to the barn and milking the bosk and collecting eggs...that along with what was there already and she was set to cook bring the milk and eggs to the kitchen

~~lighting a fire she mixed up corn and milk in a large pot stirring it together well and sat it on the fire, next...in a small bowl she mixed up dough for pie crusts...mixing milk...butter and eggs together and kneading the dough then rolled it out and fit it into tiny pie pans adding the cherry mixture of cherries and sugar to each cup...opened the oven door and placed them inside...she peels some sul and boils them up along with snow peas and squash setting them to the counter after cooking

~~removing the pot of gruel from the fire she emptied the contents into a large bowl for she the other bonds and thralls to feed from that day...next she sliced a bosk brisket and laying the slices on a platter along with larma...tospit and kalana she sat it on the long table to carry to the Main Hall later...along with sa tarna bread fresh from the oven...removing the pies she sat them out to cool on the table and began to clean up her mess...washing the dishes and wiping down the tables and putting everything away

~~she finally she boiled water for blackwine...mixed in the powder as it boiled and then carried everything carefully to the Main Hall the vegetables meat fruit bread and pies for the Hold Jarl and other Jarl  to feast on after their busy day of hunting also the other Free...pure smiles knowing they will be pleased in what the girl set out for them

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PostSubject: Re: 7/29/18-8/4/18   Mon Jul 30, 2018 8:08 am

07.30.2018
08:55:10

Breaded eel with steamed craw fish, crispy green peas, rence rice, and black bread



Fill a pot with 3 mugs of water and one small tef of white salt and place it over high heat and bring it to a boil. When boiling add 3 mugs of rence rice to the rolling water and move the pan to lower heat to simmer and cook.

Clean the eels well, cut them in pieces two inches long, wash and wipe them dry. In a small bowl mix together 1 full head of garlic and 1 small onion minced very fine, 3 tefs of ground golden Sa-tarna flour, 1 spoon of red salt, 2 spoons of crushed black pepper, and a spoonful of fresh thyme. In another bowl pour 2 mugs of fresh bosk milk. Dip the eel slice in first in the bosk milk and then in the sa-tarna flour. In a shallow skillet heat slowly 2 mugs of palm oil. When hot carefully place the slices of breaded eel into the oil (oil is hot and may spit, so be careful. Watch the slices carefully, and turn when the bubbles in the oil slow to a simmer. Take a clean plate and lay a sheet of rence cloth on it. When the eel is browned all over and thoroughly done, remove the slices from the oil and place them on the cloth to drain and cool slightly.


While the eel and cools, place 2 pots of water over the high heat and bring to a boil. To the first add 2 tefs of fresh pea pods to the hot water and cook for 3 ehn until the color of the pods turns a bright, vibrant green. Remove them from the hot water and place them in a bowl of cold water to stop them from cooking further. In the second place the steaming basket and add the craw fish. Steam until the gray of the flesh turns a brilliant white. Remove them from the basket and place them in a medium sized bowl. Add a spoonful of bosk butter, a dash of tahari spices, a dash of red salt, and a dash of crushed pepper, and toss well until all the butter is melted.


Take a clean plate and add 3 or 4 crispy slices of eel, 2 plump craw fish, and a large spoonful each of crispy peas and steamy rice. Add to the plate a thick slice of black bread, some bosk butter, and garnish with a sprig of fragrant thyme.

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Eel - "Below me the water was swarming with eels. The blood from my back, I realized, running down the blade and dripping into the water, had attracted them." - Rogue of Gor (pg 129)
Raiders of Gor, page 114 & Magicians of Gor, page 428
Many varieties (i.e.river, black, spotted), all considered delicacies on Gor.

Craw fish, White These, in turn, become food for various flatworms and numerous tiny-segmented creatures, such as isopods, which, in turn, serve as food for small, blind, white crayfish, felts and salamanders.
page 238 Tribesmen of Gor

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PostSubject: Re: 7/29/18-8/4/18   Tue Jul 31, 2018 8:43 am

07.31.2018
09:06:47

the laundry by the river







~~smiles softly as she moves through the Hold a basket at her hip as she moves through the rooms... she was gathering the linens to take down to the river to scrub and wash...gently she knocks upon the doors after she left the Hold Jarl's with a load already at hand...smiling to each Jarl and Mistress within the Hold who answered to her knocking

~~pure asked politely for the dirty linens to be washed under the wait of her load she moves across the grounds down by the river...wincing a little as she almost lost her balance by tripping over a few rocks down by the bank...but the act caused her to lose her bundle as it all scattered before her upon the ground

~~sighing in frustration she knelt and starts to gather them all up into a pile...dragging the basket closer to the edge she takes the scrubbing soap and grate to start doing the wash...grumbles her frustrations and to ease the growing temper as she scrubs hard over several of the clothes and cloths that was given to her

~~dunking them into the water to rise she winces as the cool water splashes over her and soaking through her woolen kirtle...granted the water felt good in the rising warm sun...but she wasn't in such a mood for the water fun unlike the other night with the other bonds when they went to clean the recorder's hut and meeting room

~~gently after she finished scrubbing all the linens that was given to her she removes her own kirtle to wash...scrubbing it as she starts to hum...distracted with her work...she rinses it out and added it to the pile within a basket to take and hang to dry

~~smiles as she was pleased with the work she just done...she dragged the basket over to the clothes line she starts to hang them up...the extra water dripping over her tan lithe form...biting her lip as she finishes

~~she gazes about and hurries back to the Hold for the spare kirtle the Hold Jarl gave her to wear and dry her self off...she takes to the kitchen cutting up vegetable to go in the pot of bosk stew while she awaits the clothes drying...knowing the Hold Jarl would be hungry after his day of working down at the docks

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PostSubject: Re: 7/29/18-8/4/18   Wed Aug 01, 2018 9:39 am

08.01.2018
09:57:21


cleaned recorders office





~~today...pure had planned to give the recorders office a good clean...the evening meal prior to today had left her with a new chore since  the Jarl recorder had been displeased with the grooming of his new work space

~~pure carried her supplies from the kitchen store room....a broom...a mop and some wash clothes in a bucket of water....once she opened the door to the office she could feel how musty the room was....it had been long since the Isle she was told had a recorder...so now it had been time for a major clean up

~~purebegan by opening all the windows and doors clearing up the air...her first duty began with the dusting and beating of the fur rugs and the pillows

~~once completed...she moved to her wash bucket...wringing out her cloth and beginning to clean the desks...the windows and shelves...she sneezed once or twice once dusting began...but she followed through as she continued cleaning all surfaces

~~before continuing...pure took a major stretch...she chuckled and thought just how underrated a good stretch was as the rooms in the recorders hut began to come together....she placed her wash cloths outside of the hut and returned inside...sweeping the first floor and then the second thoroughly

~~she then mopped the entire hut....getting every corner and every space.....moving quick but thorough...once the room had air dried...she returned to the hut with fresh wood for the fires...setting them down by the fire place and turning about...closing the doors but leaving the windows cracked slightly so fresh air may circulate

~~taking all the supplies and placing them back in their beds in the storage room she takes the wash clothes and places them in the laundry...looking about the kitchen she smiles seeing the Kitchen wench was cooking up a big pot of stew and she saw the cornbread cooling on the counter she thought this would go great with the chocolate cake she made last evening

~~she rushed to the bathing room and took a quick shower cleaning up so she would be presentable to serve lunch this afternoon knowing the Hold Jarl would be pleased that his lunch was served by such beauty..drying her self off she towel dried her hair then shimmied on the grey kirtle that showed more bond flesh then a southern silk kijaras wear..she primps in front of the big mirror pleased in how she looks

~~walking back to the kitchen area she ladels up a big bowl of the stew placing on a tray with a plate of cornbread a piece of the chocolate cake and to wash it all down some mead knowing this would be heaven for a hungry Jarl...she turns slowly and makes the journey to the Hold Jarls seat just as he sits down

~~as he lays his weapon down she places the tray in front of him and cuddles up to his left right shoulder pressing the flesh of her chest to his big burrly arm and licks his ears with "your lunch Jarl...may it satisfy your hunger needs and afterwards perhaps pure can satisfy your lustful ones"...she smiles and kisses his left cheek...and awaits in silence for him to devour his meal

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PostSubject: Re: 7/29/18-8/4/18   Thu Aug 02, 2018 11:20 am

08.02.2018
11:30:33

settling in nancy at the barn/making gruel







~~smiles to herself as she enters the kitchen and sets down the bucket of raw fish she had fetched from the cold shed on her way back...having settled nancy at the barn milking Blue...the large, shaggy village bosk she now hurried to finish her own chores for the night so that she could return to the Hold Jarl's Chambers and prepare his furs for the night

~~with a mischievous glint in her bright gaze...she walked over to the sink and washed her hands well before pulling out four fat...fish and slapped them on the scarred...wooden carving board chuckled to herself as she remembered that she forgot to warn nancy that old blue seemed to favor the taste of brightly colored kirtles...and many a time the bonds had a lost a favorite outfit to her strong teeth....as a result pure often mlked the bosk naked...unless it was two bitterly cold... during the winter months she would distract her with a sac of dried grain tied to her muzzle

~~reaches for the kitchen knife attached to the counter and grasps the first fish firmly...noting the dark stripe down its back...she tilted the knife slightly and began the familiar task of scaling the fish... taking care to remove every one...even around the hard to reach collar...small silver scales flew everywhere...littering the wooden floor and clinging to her kirtle she had donned that evening

~~she moved the first fish out of the way and scaled the second fish as well and then started the gutting process....her mind wandered to the small silver box she had buried in the woods...in her secret place she would often slip away to when her chores were done and the Isle was quiet with sleep...as she slid the point of the knife into the vent of the fish and dragged it upward toward the head...her eyes clouded in thought...she had not been back to waterfall since the appearance of the mysterious spirit of the woman at the waterfall...partly from fear...and partly because she had been so busy preparing for winter

~~forcing the knife through the bony part of the fish between the pelvic fins and upward to the base of the lower jaw...she sighed softly...she was dying to force open that box...but what would she find? and what if it was valuable? A slave could be put to death for theft...for at the very least have a hand or ear chopped off...and who would believe a spirit gave it to her?

~~reaching inside the fish her fingers located the guts at the base of its head and yanked them out with long practice...tossing them in the refuse bucket nearby...sliding the fish over she repeated the process on the second  third and forth fish as her thoughts continued to drift away in thought....she had not seen the Warrior Thorr in many moons....many suspected he was off hunting or perhaps raiding with nearby allies...but she wondered idly if he had gone to try to save his love...not knowing of her tragic death...and the trap that lay in wait for him

~~uses the knife to scrape out the livers of the fish located near the backbone...and the removed the remains of the bladder...tossing the small white sacs into the refuse bucket with the livers worked diligently on the fish...as her mind continued to race with thoughts of the spirit woman and the missing Jarl...her heart was heavy with guilt and worry and fear and she was hardly aware of the routine she performed two times per hand....removing the gills from the fish as they would give the gruel and would make the fish spoil faster...she then sawed off the heads and tails and proceeded to chop the fish into small chunks that would be used for the gruel

~~tosses the heads...tails and gills into the refuse bucket she washed her hands again and tossed the chunks of raw fish into a large kettle...adding a bucket of fresh water...another bucket of fresh bosk milk...a small pinch of salt and dried flour to the pot...she lifted it to the hearth to cook...digging out a large wooden spoon to stir it often so it did not stick to the sides and become overly lumpy...nancy returns from the barn and says..."Tal pure all done...here's the milk"...settles the milk to the counter

~~sees the kettle of gruel start to boil and uses a cloth to lift the kettle from the flames...grunting with the effort as she carries it over to the counter...crouching down...her strong legs supporting her firm body with ease...she rummages in the shelves for a lid and finding one settles it on the kettle.... setting it in the corner of the hearth...with the lid pushed down firmly...it would stay warm enough near the glowing coals of the dying fire...smiling as she sees nancy enter the kitchen with fresh bosk milk she waved at her "greetings again nancy"

~~brushing a soft tendril of damp hair from her forehead she brushes her hands off on her kirtle and shows her where the container for the milk was so that it could be stored and carried to the ice shed to stay cool for tomorrows cooking she rushes to take a bath to get the fish smell from her body...tosses the towel and her kirtle in the laundry...then rushes upstairs to the Hold Jarls Chambers and turns down his furs and fluffs his pillows..and then makes sure the room is comfortable she adds a few small logs to the fire..and open the window a tad as she closes the drapes...she herself is tired so she sits down on the mat on the right side of his bed cuffs her ankle and lays down to take a well needed rest

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PostSubject: Re: 7/29/18-8/4/18   Fri Aug 03, 2018 8:26 am

08.03.2018
08:48:43


~~standing on the sideline watching the Jarls as they talking about their recent hunting trip watching making sure no horn was left high and dry...the Hold Jarl requested for the nightly dance to which it was pure's turn again to show off her dancing skills...

~~pure asked the muscians if they could play "Hope for Tina" so she could dance for the Jarls...they nod and purethanked them then got ready..the other bonds quickly filled the horns of the men and was able to take some of the best seats in the house upon the laps of a handsome Jarl after they served them all...the music was about to begin as pure sashayed to the sandpit

the "Hope of Tina" dance




~~pure sashays slowly...tentatively to the sandpit...her cheeks flushed...her heart racing...she peeks to the men whose eyes are upon her...gazing to them in earnest...as she reaches the center of the pit... standing very still

~~hearing the opening strains of the delicate melody of “Hope of Tina” her soft blue eyes drop to the ground...and she begins to move...almost imperceptibly at first...her hands skim her thighs and across the slight swell of her hips...her feet move lightly in the cool sand....each note of the soft music is both familiar and mysterious to the girl...who moves instinctively...full of apprehension and excitement both,..following her body’s cues

~~she turns slowly before an invisible looking glass...as though examining her reflection....her hands entangle in her honey-colored hair...lifting it...exposing smooth fair shoulders and collared neck...her fingers trace the delicate skin there...her eyes close as she turns again...hips dipping and swaying in time with the music...her body exploring its potential with each movement

~~round and round she moves...her hands releasing her hair...the wild tangle of lustrous waves fanning around her as she dances...she pauses for a moment...as if considering...running her hands down the length of her body...then moving to her neck once more....her soft lips dance with a hopeful smile....in her mind...her reflection is as clear as if it were truly there...only the person looking back at her is more beautiful...more graceful...and is owned by a certain man....worthy of his collar

~~blindly she pivots within the sandpit...her eyes still closed...lashes thick and dark against porcelain cheeks...subtle pantomimes in her movements reflect her vivid imagination...she inclines her head... revealing her neck once more...as though a  personal collar snaps shut around it....she cringes and recoils as though struck with a whip...she purses her rose-colored lips as though for the kiss of a Jarl...each reality of the slave is displayed with childlike wonderment in her dance

~~slowly her dusky blue eyes open once more...seeming to glimmer more blue now...widening as she gazes down upon her undulating form...she raises arms high overhead...stretching soft skin taut... delicate muscles straining as she arches her back...thrusting full...youthful breasts forward...evermore bold in her movements...her yearning is clear on her face...her cheeks burn bright crimson with the changes inside her...she throws her head forward...golden hair cascading down to hide her body...then wantonly she tosses it back...exposing not only her body but that which burns inside her...a new woman...emerging...her hips sway more dramatically still...more womanly...their sensuous swaying betray her need to be pleasing in the eyes of men

~~she steals yet another glance...finding their eyes upon her...expressionless...yet watching her still...desperate...vulnerable...she drops roughly to her knees...her body folding in on itself...her hands come forward to brace her...and she lifts her now-wanton eyes to the old Jarl...pleading...and begins a brazen crawl toward him...her back arched...catlike...she stops after three short paces...her eyes reflecting hope...fear...and animal instinct to please

~~slowly...decidedly...she pulls herself upright...rocking back on her heels...her back arching into a delicate bow....she holds her head high...with pleasure and esteem at what she is becoming...and casts her blazing sky colored eyes to the ground...her palms come to rest lightly on her widely parted thighs...she peeks to the Hold Jarl again....beneath his watchful eyes...her hands turn over gently...her palms now skyward in supplication...she lowers her eyes...her chest rising and falling with her ragged breaths, her heart beating wildly as the music slowly fades to silence

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'May the melody also be,' said she, 'one in which a slave may be well displayed.'
'A block melody?' asked the flutist, addressing his question to Philebus.
'No,' said Philebus, 'nothing so sensuous. Rather, say, the 'Hope of Tina.'
Approval from the crowd met this proposal. The 'Hope of Tina,' a melody of Cos whuch would surely be popular with most of the
fellows present, was an excellent choice. It was supposedly the expression of the yearning, or hope, of a young girl that she may
be so beautiful, and so femine, and marvelous, that she will prove acceptable as a slave.
'Why do you wish to dance before me?' asked the burly fellow of the slave.
'Did Master not wish to see a woman dance?' she asked.
He regarded her, puzzled. It was clear he did not recall her, but also clear, for he was no fool, that he suspected more was afoot
that a mere compliance with a masterly whim, even though such whims, for the slave, in many contexts, constitute orders of iron.
To be sure, Temione was not a dancer, not in the strict trained sense, but she could move, and marvelously, and so, somehow, she
did, swaying before him, and turning, but usually facing him, as though she wished not to miss an expression or an emotion that
might cross his countenance. Yet, too, uncompromisingly, she was one with the music, and, particularly in the beginning, with the
story, seeming to examine her own charms, timidly, as it, like the 'Tina' of the song, she might be considering her possible merits,
whether of not she might qualify for bondage, whether or not she might somehow prove worthy of it, if only, perhaps, by inward
compensations of zeal and love, whether or not she might, with some justification, aspire to the collar. Then later it seemed she
danced her slavery openly, unabashedly, sensuously, so slowly, and so excitingly, before the men and, in particular, before the
burly fellow. Surely now, all doubts resolved, there was no longer a question about the suitability of bondage for such a woman.
The collar looked well on her neck. It belonged there. There was no doubt about it. How she looked at the burly fellow! He was
now so taken with her he could hardly move. Now the exquisite slut began to sense her power, that of her beauty and desirability.
She had determined, I now realized, from the first movement she had leaped to her feet, obedient to the command of her master,
Philebus, that she would make test of her womanhood, that she would, courageously, regardless of the consequences, risking
contempt and perhaps even punishment, display herself before him, this rude fellow who had once so scorned and tyrannized her
as a free woman, as what she now was, ultimately and solely, female and slave. To be sure, she, new to her slavery, had perhaps
not fully realized that she had really no choice in the matter but, willingly or not, must do so, and to the best of her ability, in total
perfection."
Vagabonds of Gor, page 37-40

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PostSubject: Re: 7/29/18-8/4/18   Sat Aug 04, 2018 10:06 am

08.04.2018
10:21:56

tending the vulo





~~yawns and stretches, her eyes slowly opening as she see's the sun begin to rise...she smiles as a bright new day begins...straightening her furs she gets dressed and begins to exit the Hold Jarls Chambers then the Hold slowly making her way to the vulo pens to fill their water and food pans and collect their eggs...and clean their bedings

~~ hums softly to herself as she makes her way over to the vulo pen she begins to clean out their bedding collecting the eggs as she does so she smiles to herself as she continues to do her daily chores

~~ keeping her eyes peeled in case any of the vulo decide to attack while she is collecting the eggs she giggles softly as she thinks back on a time when she used to be scared of these creatures...shaking her head she goes back to putting fresh bedding down for them to sleep in

~~making her way down to the well she gets fresh water for the vulo then goes back up to the pen and fills up their water pan and food pans...picking up the eggs she carefully carries them back to the kitchen and cleans them then puts them away in their rightful place ready to be used

~~continues to tidy up the kitchen a little bit then goes on about her day doing her other chores she makes her way into the Main Hall gathering plates and vessel taking them back into the kitchen and washing them drying them and putting them back to their beds

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