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PostSubject: Training Part One   Fri Jun 08, 2018 1:02 pm

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TRAINING PACKET 1

"Thyri, and other bond-maids, leaped and clapped their hands. How alive and vital they seemed! Their hair was loose, in the fashion of bond-maids. Their eyes shone; their cheeks were flushed; each inch of them, each marvelous, imbonded inch of them, was incredibly alive and beautiful. How incredibly feminine they were, so living and uninhibited and delightful, so utterly fresh, so free, so spontaneous, so open in their emotions and the movements of their bodies; they now moved and laughed and walked, and stood, as women, pride was not permitted them; joy was. Only a kirtle of thin, white wool, split to the belly, stood between their beauty and the leather of their masters."...Marauders of Gor, page 100

Why do you think that is? Why are they so more open, alive, sexual and opening of their personalities than those of the South?

List 30 lower Castes followed by a Quote.

Descriptive words are your own, such as spicey, coarse, hot, thick, etc

Name 10 animals, followed by your own description as well as 2 quotes for each.

Name 5 Gorean drinks, followed by a quote and 10 descrptive words of your own for them.

Name 5 things a slave may be given as a gift, followed by a quote and 10 descriptive words for each.

Name 5 foods, and 5 spices with a quote and 3 descriptive words for them.

Name 5 fruits followed by a quote and 5 descriptive words for them.

Name 2 soups/porridges with 10 descriptive words for them.

Name 5 popular meats followed by a quote and 5 descriptive words for them.

Name 5 veggies followed by a quote and 5 descriptive words for them.

What are 2 top dances a slave is most likely to learn first? Why do you think this is? Perform each dance, maximum of 12 posts.

List 10 common positions of a slave with a quote and emotions a slave may feel while performing them.. Which 2 do you think a slave learns first and why?

List 3 quotes that are your favorite, that hit most home with you. Explain why for each.


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Take 2 notecards
On one list all ingredients of a recipe of your creation.
List how to clean and prep them, make sure to show where you got them, how many, and what you need to do to prep them for the recipe.

On second list the instructions on how to put the recipe together. Make sure you have a name for your recipe.

Finish: Roleplay it all out. Getting, prepping and cooking. Not servinng.

How does a bond greet? What if you are in the kitchen? What if you are with a Free Man currently? How is it different from a kajira greeting?

Outside of a physical, how else can a Free show a slave they did good?

What do bonds normally wear? Include a quote, describe it, and 20 descriptive words. On describing make sure to list length, thickness, etc.

What, if any, do you think bonds wear on their feet? Inside? Outside? If any, describe it and/or add quote.

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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Fri Jun 08, 2018 2:31 pm

06.08.2018
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have looked over the training packet
and will get to working on finishing
what you have laid out in the training
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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Fri Jun 08, 2018 8:40 pm

06.08.2018
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TRAINING PACKET 1

"Thyri, and other bond-maids, leaped and clapped their hands. How alive and vital they seemed! Their hair was loose, in the fashion of bond-maids. Their eyes shone; their cheeks were flushed; each inch of them, each marvelous, imbonded inch of them, was incredibly alive and beautiful. How incredibly feminine they were, so living and uninhibited and delightful, so utterly fresh, so free, so spontaneous, so open in their emotions and the movements of their bodies; they now moved and laughed and walked, and stood, as women, pride was not permitted them; joy was. Only a kirtle of thin, white wool, split to the belly, stood between their beauty and the leather of their masters."...Marauders of Gor, page 100

Why do you think that is? Why are they so more open, alive, sexual and opening of their personalities than those of the South?

Bonds are captured daughters ect of the enemies of the North. A prize. Where they are tossed into a circle, a victory celebration of wars. That's why its typical that most bonds are light-skinned, with blond or red-hair; they come from the south.

The women cried out in misery. To enter the circle, if one is a female, is, by the laws of Torvaldsland, to declare oneself a bond-maid. A woman, of course, need not enter the circle of her own free will. She may, for example, be thrown within it, naked and bound. Howsoever she enters the circle, voluntarily or by force, free or secured, she emerges from it, by the laws of Torvaldsland, as a bond-maid.
---Marauders of Gor, 3:44-45

Bonds work is deemed harder then kajira of the south due to life in the North is much harder. They do their chores, work on the fields, manufacture Met and other beverages/food, weave wool, please their Jarl's in the furs and much more besides. Their major task is it to concentrate on the numerous work approximately around the village/the city. They represent such a useful nature in the goreanischen world the household of the owner. Even if they are slaves, they enjoy nevertheless many freedoms, which a normal Kajira does not have.

Bonds were more free to expose their sexuality, they could touch the men and could be punished for not showing heat.

They were tall, strong, proud, joyful, happy, large breasted women. Their serves were not as ritual as the southern kajira. No kissing rim, kneeling and lowering head here - the Jarls were thirsty and wanted their drink here and now.

They were not kneeling around by the feet of the free, they were busy running around the long hall working. Some places says naked, some say they wore fat stained and dirty kirtles. They teased and flirted, were happy and laughing and there for not as silent and graceful as the southern kajira.
(there isn't a proto type of kajirae either...they wary from kettle girl, to coin girl to pleasure slave for a rich man to)

I have seen many slaves thinking because the bond is more joyful, outspoken and 'free', that they then also are more bratty and insolent. This is though a very big misunderstanding. I am sure they simply wouldn't dare! The punishment of the North were very rough and the bonds very much feared the free - way too much to act like that they would like to be tossed in the ice house for a night, or tied to the oar of the serpent and dug down in the icy water to the wisious sea sleens?....or tossed to the bosk pen for the night to the dirty thralls?

a southern kajira in my opinion should work way more then they do, but that is another question, but their ways are much more subtle, graceful, fine and silent, very obedient in a fragile, and soft way. They are clean and beautiful and aware of every move they make. they are trained to perfection and aims for perfection.

The bonds are free in their bondage, they laugh, they run around and they tease and play as they work. They are way more sexual in all they do...shameless. But still obedient, but in a more joyful, a way more vivid, natural way  They aim to please and be sluts, for them perfection is not to be perfect but to be pleasing (and best of all tossed on the table or the alcoves being taken with no mercy)

"They all wear collars," is the first portion of a familiar exchange, of which Goreans are fond. The second, and concluding, portion of the exchange is, "But each in her collar is different." This exchange, I think, makes clear the attitude of the Gorean toward the slave girl. In one sense, she is nothing, and is to be treated as such, but, in another sense, she is precious, and is everything.
Guardsman of Gor

She stood very still, facing the couch, at its foot. She was a bond-maid. She was property. She was owned. "Force me," she whispered. Bond-maids know they are chattel, and relish being treated as such. Deep in the belly, too, of every female is a desire, more ancient than the caves, to be forced to yield to the ruthless domination of a magnificent , uncompromising male, a master; deep with in them they all wish to submit, vulnerably and completely, nude, to such a beast.
Marauders of Gor

"In the north, my pretty maids," Ivar assured them, "the burdens you carry will be more prosaic, bundles of wood for the fires, buckets of water for the hall, baskets of dung for the fields." They looked at him with horror understanding then what the nature of their life would be. And at night, of course, they would server the feasts of their masters, carrying and filling the great the horns, and delighting them with the softness of their bodies in the furs.
Marauders of Gor

In the crowd, too, much in evidence, were brazen bond-maids; they had been brought to the thing, generally, by captains and Jarls; it is not unusual for men to bring such slaves with them, though they are not permitted near the law courts or the assemblies of deliberation; the voyages to the thing were not, after all, ventures of raiding; they were not enterprises of warfare; there were three reasons for bringing such girls; they were for the pleasure of men; they served, as display objects, to indicate the wealth of their masters; and they could be bought and sold. The Forkbeard had bought with him, too, some bond-maids. They followed us. Their eyes were bright; their steps were eager; they had been long isolated on the farm; rural slave girls, the Forkbeard’s wenches, they were fantastically stimulated to see the crowds; they looked upon the thing-fields with pleasure and excitement; even had they been permitted, some of them, to look upon certain of the contests. It is said that such pleasures improve a female slave. Sometimes, in the south, female slaves are dressed in the robes of free women, even veiled, and taken by their masters to see the tarn races, or games, or songs-dramas; many assume that she, sitting regally by his side, is a companion, or being courted for the companionship; only he and she know that their true relation is that of master and slave girl; but when they return home, and the door to his compartment closes, their charade done, she immediately strips to brand and collar, and kneels, head to his feet, once again only an article of his property; how scandalized would have been the free woman, had they known that, next to them perhaps, had been sitting a girl who was only slave; but there were no disguises in Torvaldsland; there was no mistaking that the girls that followed the Forkbeard, or "Thorgeir of Ax Glacier," were bond; to better display his pets, and excite the envy of others, the Forkbeard had had his girls drop their kirtles low upon their hips, and hitch them high, that their beauty might be well exhibited, from their collars to some inches below their navels, and, too, that the turns of their calves and ankles might be similarly displayed; I would have thought that they might have groaned with humiliation and attempted to hide themselves among us, but, instead, even Pudding and Thyri, they walked as proud, shameless bond-maid; the exposure of the females navel, on Gor, is known as the "slave belly"; only female slaves expose their navels; from a vendor, the Forkbeard bought his girls honey cake; with their fingers they ate it eagerly, crumbs at the side of their mouths.

"Look!" cried Pudding. "A silk girl!" The expression "silk girl" is used, often, among bond-maids of the north, to refer to their counterparts in the south. The expression reflects their belief that such girls are spoiled, excessively pampered, indulged and coddled, sleek pets, who have little to do but adorn themselves with cosmetics and await their masters, cuddled cutely, on plush, scarlet coverlets, fringed with gold. There is some envy in this charge, I think. More literally, the expression tends to be based on the fact that the brief slave tunic of the south, the single garment permitted the female slave, is often silk. Southern girls, incidentally, in my opinion, though scarcely as worked as their northern sisters in bondage, a function of the economic distinction between the farm and the city, are often worked, and worked hard, particularly if they have not pleased their masters. Yet, I think their labors less than those often performed by the wife of Earth. This is a consequence of Gor’s simpler culture, in which there is literally less to do, less to clean, less to care for , and so on, and also of the fact that the Gorean master, if pleased with the wench, takes care that she is fresh and ready for the couch. An overworked, weary woman, despondent and tired, is less responsive to her master’s touch; she does not squirm as well. The Gorean master, treating her as the animal she is, works and handles her in such a way that the responses of his passionate, exciting, hot-eyed, slim-legged pet are kept honed to perfection. Some men are better at this, of course, than others. There are scrolls, books, on Gor, which may be purchased inexpensively, on the feeding, care, and training of female slaves. There are others who claim, as would be expected, that the handling of a slave girl, in order to get the most out of her, is an inborn gift. Incidentally, for what it is worth, though the southern girl is, I expect, worked less hard then the northern girl, who is commonly kept isolated on the farm, she is more often than her northern sister put to the switch or whip; I think she lives under a harsher discipline; southern masters are harder with their girls, expecting more from them and seeing that they get it; northern girls, for example, are seldom trained in the detailed, intricate sensuous arts of the female slave; the southern girl, to her misery, must often learn these to perfection; moreover, upon command, she must perform, joyfully and skillfully. The silk girl was heeling her master, a captain of Torvaldsland. She wore, indeed, a brief tunic of the south, of golden silk. She wore a collar of gold, and, hanging in her ears, were loops of gold. "High-farm girls!" she whispered, as she passed the bond-maids of Ivar Forkbeard. In the south the southern slave girl commonly regards her northern counterparts as bumpkins, dolts from the high farms on the slopes of the mountains of Torvaldsland; she thinks of them as doing little but swilling tarsk and dunging fields; she regards them as, essentially, nothing more than a form of bosk cow, used to work, to give simple pleasure to rude men, and to breed thralls. "Cold fish!" cried out Pudding. "Stick!" cried out Pouting Lips. The silk girl, passing them, did not appear to hear them. "Pierced-ear girl!" screamed Pouting lips. The silk girl turned, stricken. She put her hands to her ears. There were sudden tears in her eyes. Then weeping, she turned away, her head in her hands, and fled after her master.  Marauders of Gor

List 30 lower Castes followed by a Quote.

1.Fishermen
This is a sub-caste of the caste of Sailors, they are concerned with harvesting the vast variety of Gorean aquatic life for human consumption. There are additional sub-castes of this caste, including the Castes of River Fishermen and the caste of Thassa Fishermen. The caste of Net Makers, an artisan caste, is often considered a sub-caste of the caste of Fishermen.

We could smell fish and the river. Through the fog we could see men moving about, here and there, some low wooden huts. Several of the men must be fishermen, already returning with a first catch, who had hunted the river's surface with torches and tridents at night. Others, with nets, were moving down toward the water. We could see poles of fish hanging to the sides.
Captive of Gor     Book 7     Page 78


2.Assassins
This caste is comprised of those who kill strictly for pay; once evident throughout Gor, their existence has long been suppressed, though they still appear occasionally. They refuse to use poison to dispatch their enemies and are required by their caste codes to renounce all ties of friendship and family. In addition, they claim no Home Stone. Almost universally despised and feared by other castes. Their caste color is Black.

He seemed slow. But I knew he did not come to his somber garb by any tardiness of action or hesitancy in deed. The training of the assassin is thorough and cruel. He who wears the black of that caste has not won it easily. Candidates for the caste are chosen with great care, and only one in ten, it is said, completes the course of instruction to the satisfaction of the caste masters. It is assumed that failed candidates are slain, if not in the training, for secrets they may have learned. Withdrawal from the caste is not permitted. Training proceeds in pairs, each pair against others. Friendship is encouraged. Then, in the final training, each member of the pair must hunt the other. When one has killed one's friend one is then likely to better understand the meaning of the black. When one has killed one's friend one is then unlikely to find mercy in his heart for another. One is then alone, with gold and steel.
I looked at Drusus.
The assassins take in lads who are perhaps characterized by little but unusual swiftness, and cunning, and strength and skill, and perhaps a selfishness and greed, and, in time, transform this raw material into efficient, proud, merciless men, practitioners of a dark trade, men loyal to secret codes the content of which is something at which most men dare not guess.
Drusus was looking at me.
I kept in mind he had survived the training of the assassin.

Beasts of Gor, pg. 358

3.Bakers
This is another very broad caste, which consists of hundreds of sub-castes. Generally, those who are members of this caste are those who prepare sa-tarna, or vegetarian food, in any of a hundred thousand forms. Their caste colors are Yellow and Brown.

"I stayed for four days in the rooms above the shop of Dina of Turia, there I dyed my hair black and exchanged the robes of the merchant for the yellow and brown tunic of the Bakers; to which caste her father and two brothers had belonged.
" Nomads of Gor, page 237

4.Bleachers
This caste is hardly mentioned at all. One might supposed it is a caste concerning itself with the whitening of fabrics prior to coloring.

"...its libraries, its records and files; its cubicles for Smiths, Bakers, Cosmeticians, Bleachers, Dyers, Weavers, and Leather Workers...
" Assassin of Gor, page 111

5.Brewers
This caste concerns itself with the production of most grain based Gorean alcohol.

I had been considering a glass of paga, perhaps, if it were available in a place such as this, of the brewery of Temus.
Mercenaries of Gor     Book 21     Page 342


6.Butchers
This caste, in conjunction with the caste of Bakers, is responsible for maintaining the majority of the Gorean industries involved with food service. This caste and its many sub-castes concern themselves with the acquisition and preparation of all forms of edible Gorean meat.

In moments a sack was brought and the fellow, his eyes wild, was thrust, bound and gagged, into it. I then saw it tied shut over his head, and saw it being dragged behind two peasants toward the far side of the market, to the area where the butchers and meat dressers have their stalls.
Magicians of Gor     Book 25     Page 251


7.Charcoal Makers
This caste concerns itself with the production of charcoal for use in Gorean forges and ovens. Caste colors: Black8.Cloth Workers
This is a very large and expansive caste, containing numerous sub-castes. Concerned with the professional production of woven cloth for the use of the Gorean populace.

His stature and burden proclaimed him a member of the Caste of Carriers of Wood, or Woodsmen, that Gorean caste which, with the Caste of Charcoal Makers, provides most of the common fuel for the Gorean cities.
Outlaw of Gor     Book 2     Page 27

8.Goat Keepers
This is a sub-caste of the caste of Animal Handlers, this caste concerns itself with the care and maintenance of herds of goats and other animals such as the woolly Gorean hurt.

"Great Mintar," I spoke up, "forgive this she-tharlarion. Her father was a goat keeper by the swamp forests of Ar, and I did steal her, but she begged me to take her from the village. She foolishly ran away with me, thinking I would take her to Ar, to dress her in jewels and silks and give her quarters in the high cylinders. As soon as we left her village, I put the bracelets on her and am taking her to Bristol, where she will tend my goats."
The soldiers laughed uproariously, Kazrak loudest of all. For a moment I was afraid Talena was going to announce that she was the daughter of the Ubar Marlenus, preferring possible impalement to the insult of being considered the offspring of a goat keeper.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 122

9.Cosmeticians
This caste concerns itself with the creation of make-up for Gorean slaves. Free Women on Gor, incidentally, do not wear make-up. Products from this caste range in the hundreds, from lipstick, to nail polish to blushes for the cheeks (called rouge) to colored eye shadow. All of these are for one purpose; to enhance the beauty of a kajira.

"...its libraries, its records and files; its cubicles for Smiths, Bakers, Cosmeticians, Bleachers, Dyers, Weavers, and Leather Workers...
" Assassin of Gor, page 111

10.Cloth Workers
This is a very large and expansive caste, containing numerous sub-castes. Concerned with the professional production of woven cloth for the use of the Gorean populace.

The Initiates had their way of life, their ancient traditions, their given livelihood, the prestige of their caste, which they claimed to be the highest on the planet, their teachings, their holy books, their services, their role to play in the culture. Suppose that even now if they knew the truth - what would change? Would I really expect them - at least on the whole - to burn their robes, to surrender their claims to secret knowledge and powers, to pick up the hoes of Peasants, the needles of the Cloth Workers, to bend their energies to the humble tasks of honest work?
Priest-Kings of Gor     Book 3     Page 298


11.Dyers
This is a sub-caste of the caste of Weavers. Concerned with the professional staining and coloring of cloth for the textile industry

The carders and the dyers, incidentally, are subcastes separate from the weavers. All are subcastes of the rug makers, which, itself, interestingly, perhaps surprisingly, is accounted generally as a subcaste of the cloth workers.Rug makers themselves, however, usually regard themselves, in their various subcastes, as being independent of the cloth workers. A rug maker would not care to be confused with a maker of kaftans, turbans or djellabas.
Tribesmen of Gor     Book 10     Pages 49 - 50



12.Merchants
This is a very broad caste, and contains literally hundreds of sub-castes. Those who are of this caste are concerned with the sell and trade of merchandise for a profit. There are almost as many sub-castes of the Merchant caste as there are products to be sold. A few notable ones include Slavers and Spice Merchants. The caste colors of the Merchants are White and Gold.

"I am a merchant," said Mintar, "and it is in my code to see that I am paid."
I set myself to sell my life dearly. Oddly enough, my only fear was what would happen to the girl.
"Kazrak of Port Kar," said Mintar, "do you agree to surrender the balance of your hiring price to Tarl of Bristol if he takes your place in my service?"
"Yes," responded Kazrak. "He has done me honor and is my sword brother."
Mintar seemed satisfied. He looked at me. "Tarl of Bristol," he said, "do you take service with Mintar, of the Merchant Caste?"
"If I do not?" I asked.
"Then I shall order my men to kill you," sighed Mintar, "and we shall both suffer a loss."
"Oh, Ubar of Merchants," I said, "I would not willingly see your profits jeopardized."
Mintar relaxed on the cushions and seemed pleased. I realized, to my amusement, that he had been afraid that some particle of his investment might have been sacrificed. He would have had a man killed rather than risk the loss of a tenth of a tarn disk, so well he knew the codes of his caste.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 121

13.Poets
This is a sub-caste of the caste of Entertainers. It concerns itself with the spoken stories and ballads of Gorean history and lore.

Other contests of interest pit choruses and poets and players of various cities against one another in the several theaters of the fair. I had a friend once, Andreas of the desert city of Tor, of the Caste of Poets, who had once sung at the fair and won a cap filled with gold.
Priest-Kings of Gor     Book 3     Page 12


14.Musicians
This is a sub-caste of the caste of Entertainers. Often working in conjunction with the caste of Singers, this caste concerns itself with providing and performing instrumental musical works, as well as accompaniment for those of the caste of Singers.

From behind three or four of the low tables, to the left of the counter, a band of sweating musicians sat happily cross-legged on the rug, somehow producing from those unlikely pipes and strings and drums and disks and wires the ever intriguing, wild, enchanting beautiful barbaric melodies of Gor.
I wondered at this for the Caste of Musicians had been, like the Caste of Poets, exiled from Tharna. Theirs, like the Caste of Poets, had been a caste regarded by the sober masks of Tharna as not belonging in a city of serious and dedicated folk, for music, like Paga and song, can set men's hearts aflame and when men's hearts are aflame it is not easy to know where the flame may spread.
Outlaw of Gor     Book 2     Pages 223 - 224


15.Pot Makers
This is a sub-caste of the caste of Artisans. They are involved in the production of containment vessels. Their caste colors are Brown and Green.

I looked into a shop where pottery was being turned. To one side of the wheels, along a wall, sitting among many bowls and vessels, a boy, with his finger, was carefully applying bluish pigment to a large, two-handled pitcher. When the pitcher was placed in the kiln this pigment would be burned, hardened, into the glaze. The kilns were in the back of the shop.
Tribesmen of Gor     Book 10     Page 49


16.Peasants
This is the lowest and most common of the castes of Gor, which is concerned with the maintenance, planting and harvesting of the vast lands surrounding most cities which have been divided into plots and set aside for agricultural use. These are the free farmers of Gor and although a low caste, they refer to themselves as "The Ox On Which the Home Stone Rests" due to their vital role in the production of raw foodstuffs for Gorean society. They have rather strict caste codes, and are considered the masters of several forms of distinctive peasant weaponry, including the quarterstaff and the Great Bow, or "Peasant Bow." Their caste color is Brown.

Economically, the base of the Gorean life was the free peasant, which was perhaps the lowest but undoubtedly the most fundamental caste, and the staple crop was a yellow grain called Sa-Tarna, or Life-Daughter.
Tarnsman of Gor   Book 1   Page 43


17.Perfumers
This caste concerns itself with the production of various types of scented perfumes, used for purposes of esthetic appeal. Often works in conjunction with the caste of Oil Makers to produce scented oils and such. Also works with the caste of Charcoal Makers and the caste of Spice Merchants to create incense.

He tore away from his body, swiftly, the gown of the perfumers, that of white and yellow silk. I, too, cast aside the perfumer's gown.
Marauders of Gor     Book 9     Page 116

18.Players
The Players are not actually a caste, per se, but more a group of men who still retain their separate castes yet come together for the love of the game. This group is made of of those who have dedicated their lives to the furtherance of the Gorean game of Kaissa. Players are found and supported in almost any city. A sub-caste of the caste of Artisans, due to the fact that most Goreans consider the playing of Kaissa to be an art form. Members of this group are granted blanket immunity to prosecution and slavery, and are highly regarded based upon their level of skill. They wear distinctive hooded robes in their caste colors; Checkered Red and Yellow.

I looked to one side. There, lost to the bustle in the tavern, oblivious to the music, sat two men across a board of one hundred red and yellow squares, playing Kaissa, the game. One was a Player, a master who makes his living, though commonly poorly, from the game, playing for a cup of paga perhaps and the right to sleep in the tavern at night.
Hunters of Gor   Book 8   Page 47


19.Rence Growers
This is a slightly higher caste than the caste of Peasants, this is the caste of those who dwell in the various marshes and swamps of Gor, and who harvest Rence (a Gorean plant similar to Earth rice). They reside on great floating man-made islands amidst the marshes and are highly territorial and secretive. Known for their adoption and usage of the "Peasant Bow" in combat

Then, from within the collar, he drew forth a thin, folded piece of paper, rence paper made from the fibers of the rence plant, a tall, long-stalked leafy plant which grows predominantly in the delta of the Vosk. I suppose, in itself, this meant nothing, but I naturally thought of Port Kar, malignant, squalid Port Kar, which claims suzerainty over the delta, exacting cruel tributes from the rence growers, great stocks of rence paper for trade, sons for oarsmen in cargo galleys, daughters for Pleasure Slaves in the taverns of the city.
Nomads of Gor     Book 4     Page 49

20.Slavers
This is a sub-caste of the Merchants, one who deals in human merchandise; their caste colors are Blue and Yellow.

When an individual captures a girl for his own uses, does not always mark her, though it is commonly done. On the other hand, the professional slaver, as a business practice, almost always brands his chattels, and it is seldom that an unbranded girl ascends the block.
Outlaw of Gor     Book 2     Pages 186 - 187

21.Silversmiths
This is a sub-caste of the caste of Metal Workers. This caste works with silver, forming it into a thousand different forms and uses.

A Corcyran merchant had brought charges against him, a matter having to do with a bowl, purportedly silver, but only plated, and one bearing a forged mark, misrepresenting it as the work of the silversmiths of Ar.
Kajira of Gor     Book 19     Page 225

22.Singers
This caste is also known as the Caste of Poets. Sometimes considered to be a sub-caste not of the Entertainers, but of the caste of Artisans. This is probably because Goreans view the creation of a poem to be no different from the fabrication of any other, physical, work of art. This caste concerns itself with the creation and performance of verbal entertainment, often set to music.

Other contests of interest pit choruses and poets and players of various cities against one another in the several theaters of the fair. I had a friend once, Andreas of the desert city of Tor, of the Caste of Poets, who had once sung at the fair and won a cap filled with gold.
Priest-Kings of Gor     Book 3     Page 12


23.Thieves
This caste is comprised of those who make their living by stealing, robbery, picking pockets, etc.; the caste of Thieves is exclusive to the city of Port Kar. They have no recognizable caste colors, but can be identified by a tiny, three-pronged black tattoo on their cheekbone, similar to the footprint of a bird, which is their caste marking.

Because of the caste of thieves there is probably much less thievery in Port Kar than in most cities of comparable size. They regulate their numbers and craft in much the same way that, in many cities, the various castes, such as those of the metal workers or cloth workers, do theirs.
Mercenaries of Gor Book 21 Page 239


24.Weavers
This is a sub-caste of the caste of Rug Makers. Concerned with the professional production of textiles for the textile industry.

At one corner in the descending ramp there was a small knot of young men, weavers by their garments, who were gambling with the inked knucklebones of verr, shaking them in a small leather cup and spilling them to the stones.
Assassin of Gor     Book 5     Page 155

25.Wood Carriers
This is a sub-caste of the caste of Woodsmen, this caste concerns itself with the harvesting and transportation of the trees of the Gorean forests and tree farms. Caste Colors: Brown and Black.

I had scarcely stepped from the stones of the road when, coming down the road, each step carefully measured and solid, I saw a wide, hunched figure, bending under a gigantic bundle of sticks, strapped to his back by two cords which he held twisted in his fists in front of his body. His stature and burden proclaimed him a member of the Caste of Carriers of Wood, or Woodsmen, that Gorean caste which, with the Caste of Charcoal Makers, provides most of the common fuel for the Gorean cities.

The weight the man was carrying was prodigious, and would have staggered men of most castes, even that of the Warriors. The bundle reared itself at least a man's height above his bent back, and extended perhaps some four feet in width. I knew the support of that weight depended partly on the skillful use of the cords and back, but sheer strength was only too obviously necessary, and this man, and his caste brothers, over the generations, had been shaped to their task. Lesser men had turned outlaw or died. In rare cases, one might have been permitted by the Council of High Castes to raise caste. None of course would accept a lower caste, and there were lower castes, the Caste of Peasants, for example, the most basic caste of all Gor.

The man approached more closely. His eyes were almost covered with a white, shaggy, inverted bowl of hair, matted with twigs and leaves. The whiskers had been scraped from his face, probably by the blade of the broad, double-headed wood ax bound on top of the bundle. He wore the short, tattered sleeveless robe of his trade, with its leather back and shoulders. His feet were bare, and black to the ankles.

I stepped into the road before him.

"Tal," I said, lifting my right arm, palm inward, in a common Gorean greeting.

The shaggy creature, broad, powerful, monstrous in the proud deformation of his craft, stood before me, his feet planted firmly on the road. His head lifted. Its wide, narrow eyes, pale like water, regarded me through the brush of hair that almost concealed them.

In spite of his slow reaction to my presence, his deliberate and patient movements, I gathered that he was surprised. He had apparently not expected to meet anyone on this road. That puzzled me.

"Tal," he said, his voice thick, almost less than human.

I sensed that he was considering how quickly he could get to the ax bound across the bundle.

"I mean you no harm," I said.

"What do you want?" asked the carrier of wood, who must now have noticed that my shield and accouterments bore no insignia, and would have concluded that I was an outlaw.

"I am not an outlaw," I said.

He obviously did not believe me.

"I am hungry," I said. "I have had nothing to eat in many hours."

"I, too, am hungry," he said, "and have had nothing to eat in many hours."

"Is your hut near?" I asked. I knew it would be from the time of day at which I had encountered him. The sun regulates the schedule of most Gorean crafts and the woodsman would now be returning with his day's cutting.

"No," he said.

"I mean you and your Home Stone no harm," I said. " I have no money and cannot pay you, but I am hungry."

"A warrior takes what he wishes," said the man.

"I do not wish to take anything from you," I said.

He regarded me, and I thought the trace of a smile cracked through the stubbled leather of his broad face.

"I have no daughter," he said. "I have no silver, and no, goods."

"Then I wish you prosperity," I laughed, "and will be on my way." I passed him and continued down the road.

I had moved but a few steps when his voice arrested me. It was hard to understand the words, for those of the lonely Caste of Woodsmen do not often speak.

"I have peas and turnips, garlic and onions in my hut," said the man, his bundle like a giant's hump on his back.

"The Priest-Kings themselves," I said, "could not ask for more."

"Then, Warrior," said the man, issuing Gor's blunt invitation to a low caste dinner, "share my kettle."

"I am honored," I said, and I was.

Whereas I was of high caste and he of low, yet in his own hut he would be, by the laws of Gor, a prince and sovereign, for then he would be in the place of his own Home Stone. Indeed, a cringing whelp of a man, who would never think of lifting his eyes from the ground in the presence of a member of one of the high castes, a crushed and spiritless churl, an untrustworthy villain or coward, an avaricious and obsequious pedlar often becomes, in the place of his own Home Stone, a veritable lion among his fellows, proud and splendid, generous and bestowing, a king be it only in his own den.

Indeed, frequent enough were the stories where even a warrior was overcome by an angry peasant into whose hut he had intruded himself, for in the vicinity of their Home Stones men fight with all the courage, savagery and resourcefulness of the mountain larl. More than one are the peasant fields of Gor which have been freshened with the blood of foolish warriors.

The broad-chested carrier of wood was grinning from ear to ear. He would have a guest tonight. He would speak little himself, being unskilled in speech, and being too proud to form sentences which he knew would most likely be stumbling and ungrammatical, but would sit by the fire until dawn refusing to let me sleep, wanting me to talk to him, to tell him stories, to recount adventures, to give him news of faraway places. What I said, I knew, would be less important than the fact that something was said that he had not been alone again.

"I am Zosk," he said.

I wondered if it were a use-name, or his real name. Members of low castes often call themselves by a use-name, reserving the real name for intimates and friends, to protect it against capture by a sorcerer or worker of spells who might use it to do them harm. Somehow I sensed that Zosk was his real name.

"Zosk of what city?" I asked.

The low-slung, broad frame seemed to stiffen. The muscles in his legs seemed suddenly to bulge like cable. The rapport I had felt with him seemed suddenly gone, like a sparrow flown or a leaf suddenly torn from a branch.

"Zosk -" he said.

"Of what city?" I asked.

"Of no city," he said.

"Surely," I said, "you are of Ko-ro-ba."

The squat, misformed giant of a man seemed almost to recoil as if struck, and to tremble. I sensed that this simple, unaffected primate of a man was suddenly afraid. Zosk, I felt, would have faced a larl armed only with his ax, but yet, here, he seemed frightened. The great fists holding the cords of the bundle of wood turned white; the sticks rattled in the bundle.

"I am Tarl Cabot," I said. "Tarl of Ko-ro-ba."

Zosk uttered an inarticulate cry, and began to stumble, backwards. His hands fumbled on the cords and the great bundle of wood loosened and clattered to the stone flooring of the road. Turning to run his foot slipped on one of the sticks and he fell. He fell almost on top of the ax which lay on the road. Impulsively, as though it were a life-giving plank in the maelstrom of his fear, he seized the ax.

With the ax in his hands, suddenly he seemed to remember his caste, and he crouched in the road, there in the dusk, a few feet from me, like a gorilla clutching the broad-headed ax, breathing deeply, sucking in the air mastering his fear.

His eyes glared at me through the grizzled, matted locks of his hair. I could not understand his fear, but I was proud to see him master it, for fear is the great common enemy of all living things, and his victory I felt somehow was also mine. I remembered once when I had feared thus in the mountains of New Hampshire, and how shamefully I had yielded to my fear and had run, a slave to the only degrading passion of man.

Zosk straightened as much as his giant bow of a backbone would allow him.

He was no longer afraid.

He spoke slowly. His voice was thick, but it was fully under his control.

"Say you are not Tarl Cabot of Ko-ro-ba," he said.

"But I am," I said.

"I ask your favor," said Zosk, his voice thick with emotion. He was pleading. "Say you are not Tarl Cabot of Ko-ro-ba."

"I am Tarl Cabot of Ko-ro-ba," I repeated firmly.

Zosk lifted his ax.

It seemed light in his massive grip. I felt it could have felled a small tree with a single blow. Step by step, he approached me, the ax held over his shoulder with both hands.

At last he stopped before me. I thought there were tears in his eyes. I made no move to defend myself. Somehow I knew Zosk would not strike. He struggled with himself, his simple wide face twisted in agony, his eyes tortured.

"May the Priest-Kings forgive me!" he cried.

He threw down the ax, which rang on the stones of the road to Ko-ro-ba. Zosk sank down and sat cross-legged in the road, his gigantic frame shaken with sobs, his massive head buried in his hands, his thick, guttural voice moaning with distress.
Outlaw of Gor     Book 2     Pages 27 - 31


26.Vintners
This caste concerns itself with the professional production of most fruit-based Gorean alcohol. Their caste color is White, stylized with grape leaves in Green.

"Game!" I heard, an answering cry, and a fat fellow, of the Caste of Vintners, puffing and bright eyed, wearing a white tunic with a representation in green cloth of leaves about the collar and down the sleeves of the garment, stepped forth from a doorway.
Assassin of Gor     Book 5     Page 29

27.Waste Collectors
This is a sub-caste of the caste of Municipal Servants. This caste concerns itself with the management of collecting the assorted garbage and waste byproducts stored in local waste bins and, in conjunction with the caste of Drovers, seeing that it is properly disposed of in carnariums (waste pits) located beyond the city limits.


28.Woodsmen
This is a large caste category which contains many specific sub-castes, all concerned with protecting and managing the vast resources of various Gorean forests claimed by a particular city or village. They are experts in various forms of woodcraft and are the forest hunters, forest marshals, and forest trackers of Gor. Caste Colors: Brown and Black.

I had scarcely stepped from the stones of the road when, coming down the road, each step carefully measured and solid, I saw a wide, hunched figure, bending under a gigantic bundle of sticks, strapped to his back by two cords which he held twisted in his fists in front of his body. His stature and burden proclaimed him a member of the Caste of Carriers of Wood, or Woodsmen, that Gorean caste which, with the Caste of Charcoal Makers, provides most of the common fuel for the Gorean cities.
Outlaw of Gor     Book 2     Page 27

29.Weavers
This is a sub-caste of the caste of Rug Makers. Concerned with the professional production of textiles for the textile industry.

The carders and the dyers, incidentally, are subcastes separate from the weavers. All are subcastes of the rug makers, which, itself, interestingly, perhaps surprisingly, is accounted generally as a subcaste of the cloth workers.
Rug makers themselves, however, usually regard themselves, in their various subcastes, as being independent of the cloth workers. A rug maker would not care to be confused with a maker of kaftans, turbans or djellabas.
Tribesmen of Gor     Book 10     Pages 49 - 50

30.Wood Carriers
This is a sub-caste of the caste of Woodsmen, this caste concerns itself with the harvesting and transportation of the trees of the Gorean forests and tree farms. Caste Colors: Brown and Black.


I had scarcely stepped from the stones of the road when, coming down the road, each step carefully measured and solid, I saw a wide, hunched figure, bending under a gigantic bundle of sticks, strapped to his back by two cords which he held twisted in his fists in front of his body. His stature and burden proclaimed him a member of the Caste of Carriers of Wood, or Woodsmen, that Gorean caste which, with the Caste of Charcoal Makers, provides most of the common fuel for the Gorean cities.

The weight the man was carrying was prodigious, and would have staggered men of most castes, even that of the Warriors. The bundle reared itself at least a man's height above his bent back, and extended perhaps some four feet in width. I knew the support of that weight depended partly on the skillful use of the cords and back, but sheer strength was only too obviously necessary, and this man, and his caste brothers, over the generations, had been shaped to their task. Lesser men had turned outlaw or died. In rare cases, one might have been permitted by the Council of High Castes to raise caste. None of course would accept a lower caste, and there were lower castes, the Caste of Peasants, for example, the most basic caste of all Gor.

The man approached more closely. His eyes were almost covered with a white, shaggy, inverted bowl of hair, matted with twigs and leaves. The whiskers had been scraped from his face, probably by the blade of the broad, double-headed wood ax bound on top of the bundle. He wore the short, tattered sleeveless robe of his trade, with its leather back and shoulders. His feet were bare, and black to the ankles.

I stepped into the road before him.

"Tal," I said, lifting my right arm, palm inward, in a common Gorean greeting.

The shaggy creature, broad, powerful, monstrous in the proud deformation of his craft, stood before me, his feet planted firmly on the road. His head lifted. Its wide, narrow eyes, pale like water, regarded me through the brush of hair that almost concealed them.

In spite of his slow reaction to my presence, his deliberate and patient movements, I gathered that he was surprised. He had apparently not expected to meet anyone on this road. That puzzled me.

"Tal," he said, his voice thick, almost less than human.

I sensed that he was considering how quickly he could get to the ax bound across the bundle.

"I mean you no harm," I said.

"What do you want?" asked the carrier of wood, who must now have noticed that my shield and accouterments bore no insignia, and would have concluded that I was an outlaw.

"I am not an outlaw," I said.

He obviously did not believe me.

"I am hungry," I said. "I have had nothing to eat in many hours."

"I, too, am hungry," he said, "and have had nothing to eat in many hours."

"Is your hut near?" I asked. I knew it would be from the time of day at which I had encountered him. The sun regulates the schedule of most Gorean crafts and the woodsman would now be returning with his day's cutting.

"No," he said.

"I mean you and your Home Stone no harm," I said. " I have no money and cannot pay you, but I am hungry."

"A warrior takes what he wishes," said the man.

"I do not wish to take anything from you," I said.

He regarded me, and I thought the trace of a smile cracked through the stubbled leather of his broad face.

"I have no daughter," he said. "I have no silver, and no, goods."

"Then I wish you prosperity," I laughed, "and will be on my way." I passed him and continued down the road.

I had moved but a few steps when his voice arrested me. It was hard to understand the words, for those of the lonely Caste of Woodsmen do not often speak.

"I have peas and turnips, garlic and onions in my hut," said the man, his bundle like a giant's hump on his back.

"The Priest-Kings themselves," I said, "could not ask for more."

"Then, Warrior," said the man, issuing Gor's blunt invitation to a low caste dinner, "share my kettle."

"I am honored," I said, and I was.

Whereas I was of high caste and he of low, yet in his own hut he would be, by the laws of Gor, a prince and sovereign, for then he would be in the place of his own Home Stone. Indeed, a cringing whelp of a man, who would never think of lifting his eyes from the ground in the presence of a member of one of the high castes, a crushed and spiritless churl, an untrustworthy villain or coward, an avaricious and obsequious pedlar often becomes, in the place of his own Home Stone, a veritable lion among his fellows, proud and splendid, generous and bestowing, a king be it only in his own den.

Indeed, frequent enough were the stories where even a warrior was overcome by an angry peasant into whose hut he had intruded himself, for in the vicinity of their Home Stones men fight with all the courage, savagery and resourcefulness of the mountain larl. More than one are the peasant fields of Gor which have been freshened with the blood of foolish warriors.

The broad-chested carrier of wood was grinning from ear to ear. He would have a guest tonight. He would speak little himself, being unskilled in speech, and being too proud to form sentences which he knew would most likely be stumbling and ungrammatical, but would sit by the fire until dawn refusing to let me sleep, wanting me to talk to him, to tell him stories, to recount adventures, to give him news of faraway places. What I said, I knew, would be less important than the fact that something was said that he had not been alone again.

"I am Zosk," he said.

I wondered if it were a use-name, or his real name. Members of low castes often call themselves by a use-name, reserving the real name for intimates and friends, to protect it against capture by a sorcerer or worker of spells who might use it to do them harm. Somehow I sensed that Zosk was his real name.

"Zosk of what city?" I asked.

The low-slung, broad frame seemed to stiffen. The muscles in his legs seemed suddenly to bulge like cable. The rapport I had felt with him seemed suddenly gone, like a sparrow flown or a leaf suddenly torn from a branch.

"Zosk -" he said.

"Of what city?" I asked.

"Of no city," he said.

"Surely," I said, "you are of Ko-ro-ba."

The squat, misformed giant of a man seemed almost to recoil as if struck, and to tremble. I sensed that this simple, unaffected primate of a man was suddenly afraid. Zosk, I felt, would have faced a larl armed only with his ax, but yet, here, he seemed frightened. The great fists holding the cords of the bundle of wood turned white; the sticks rattled in the bundle.

"I am Tarl Cabot," I said. "Tarl of Ko-ro-ba."

Zosk uttered an inarticulate cry, and began to stumble, backwards. His hands fumbled on the cords and the great bundle of wood loosened and clattered to the stone flooring of the road. Turning to run his foot slipped on one of the sticks and he fell. He fell almost on top of the ax which lay on the road. Impulsively, as though it were a life-giving plank in the maelstrom of his fear, he seized the ax.

With the ax in his hands, suddenly he seemed to remember his caste, and he crouched in the road, there in the dusk, a few feet from me, like a gorilla clutching the broad-headed ax, breathing deeply, sucking in the air mastering his fear.

His eyes glared at me through the grizzled, matted locks of his hair. I could not understand his fear, but I was proud to see him master it, for fear is the great common enemy of all living things, and his victory I felt somehow was also mine. I remembered once when I had feared thus in the mountains of New Hampshire, and how shamefully I had yielded to my fear and had run, a slave to the only degrading passion of man.

Zosk straightened as much as his giant bow of a backbone would allow him.

He was no longer afraid.

He spoke slowly. His voice was thick, but it was fully under his control.

"Say you are not Tarl Cabot of Ko-ro-ba," he said.

"But I am," I said.

"I ask your favor," said Zosk, his voice thick with emotion. He was pleading. "Say you are not Tarl Cabot of Ko-ro-ba."

"I am Tarl Cabot of Ko-ro-ba," I repeated firmly.

Zosk lifted his ax.

It seemed light in his massive grip. I felt it could have felled a small tree with a single blow. Step by step, he approached me, the ax held over his shoulder with both hands.

At last he stopped before me. I thought there were tears in his eyes. I made no move to defend myself. Somehow I knew Zosk would not strike. He struggled with himself, his simple wide face twisted in agony, his eyes tortured.

"May the Priest-Kings forgive me!" he cried.

He threw down the ax, which rang on the stones of the road to Ko-ro-ba. Zosk sank down and sat cross-legged in the road, his gigantic frame shaken with sobs, his massive head buried in his hands, his thick, guttural voice moaning with distress.
Outlaw of Gor     Book 2     Pages 27 - 31


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Descriptive words are your own, such as spicy, coarse, hot, thick, etc

Forgiving  Emotional  Loyal  Dependable
Honest   Pure  Pleasurable  Committed
Creative  Unique  Soft Trustworthy
Resourceful Hard -Working Witty

Name 10 animals, followed by your own description as well as 2 quotes for each.

1.Frevet-- like a ferret on Earth furry lil animal rolls around like it has no spine eating bugs can be trained to do tricks


"The small animal skittered backward, with a sound of claws on the boards. Its eyes gleamed in the reflected light of the lamp. "Generally, too, they do not come this high," said the proprietor. "That is a frevet." The frevet is a small, quick, mammalian insectivore. "We have several in the house," he said. "They control the insects, the beetles and lice, and such."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 276~

a small mammalian insectivore which is used in the cities as a form of pest control. small, quick and freindly mammalian inse tivores. they sometimes live in insule in the cities and eat pests, as they cannot eat through walls, then they do not harm the insuae
Mercenaries of Gor pg 276

2.Tarn: reminds girl of a pre-histoic bird from Earth's history big wide wing span that a Man could train to ride feather could be used to accent clothing stuff pillow blankets matresses

crested hawk-like bird large enough to be saddled and flown, it is used in battle and in racing and is bred for swiftness and aggressiveness.

The Goreans believe, incredibly enough, that the capacity to master a tarn is innate and that some men possess this characteristic and that some do not. One does not learn to master a tarn. It is a matter of blood and spirit, of beast and man, of a relation between two beings which must be immediate, intuitive, spontaneous. It is said that a tarn knows who is a tarnsman and who is not, and that those who are not die in this first meeting.

My first impression vas that of a rush of wind and a great snapping sound, as if a giant might be snapping an enormous towel or scarf; then I was cowering, awestricken, in a great winged shadow, and an immense tarn, his talons extended like gigantic steel hooks, his wings sputtering fiercely in the air, hung above me, motionless except for the beating of his wings.

"Stand clear of the wings," shouted the Older Tarl. I needed no urging. I darted from under the bird. One stroke of those wings would hurl me yards from the top of the cylinder. The tarn dropped to the roof of the cylinder and regarded us with his bright black eyes.

Though the tarn, like most birds, is surprisingly light for its size, this primarily having to do with the comparative hollowness of the bones, it is an extremely powerful bird, powerful even beyond what one would expect from such a monster. Whereas large Earth birds, such as the eagle, must, when taking flight from the ground, begin with a running start, the tarn, with its incredible musculature, aided undoubtedly by the somewhat lighter gravity of Gor, can with a spring and a sudden flurry of its giant wings lift both himself and his rider into the air. In Gorean, these .birds are sometimes spoken of as Brothers of the Wind.

The plumage of tarns is various, and they are bred for their colors as well as their strength and intelligence. Black tarns are used for night raids, white tarns in winter campaigns, and multicolored, resplendent tarns are bred for warriars who wish to ride proudly, regardless of the lack of camouflage. 'The most common tarn, however, is greenish brown. Disregarding the disproportion in size, the Earth bird which the tarn most closely resembles is the hawk, with the exception that it bas a crest somewhat of the nature of a jay's.

Tarns, who are vicious things, are seldom more than half tamed and; like their dim;native earthly counterparts, like hawks, are carnivorous. It is not unknown for a tarn to attack and devour his own rider. They fear nothing but the tarn-goad. They are trained by men of the Caste of Tarn Keepers to respond to it while still young, when they can be fastened by wires to the training perches. Whenever a young bird soars away or refuses obedience in some fashion, he is dragged back to the perch and beaten with the tarn-goad. Rings, comparable to those which are fastened on the legs of the young birds, are worn by the adult birds to reinforce the memory of the hobbling wire and the tarn-goad. Later, of course, the adult birds are not fastened, but the conditioning given them in their. youth usually holds, except when they become abnormally disturbed or have not been able to obtain food. The tarn is one of the two most common mounts of a Gorean warrior; the other is the high tharlarion, a species of saddle lizard, used mostly by clans who have never mastered tarns. No one in the City of Cylinders, as far as I knew, maintained tharlarions, though they were supposedly quite common on Gor, particularly in the lower areas-in swampland and on the deserts.

The Older Tarl had mounted his tarn, climbing up the five-rung leather mounting ladder which hangs on the left side of the saddle and is pulled up in flight. He fastened himself in the saddle with a broad purple strap. He tossed me a small object which. nearly fell from my fumbling hands. It was a tarn whistle, with its own note, which would summon one tarn, and one tarn only, the mount which was intended for me. Never since the panic of the disoriented compass back in the mountains of New Hampshire had I been so frightened, but this time I refused to allow my fear the fatal inch it required. If I was to die, it would be; if I was not to die, I would not.

I smiled to myself in spite of my fear, amused at the remark I had addressed to myself. It sounded like something out of the code of the Warrior, something which, if taken literally, would seem to encourage its believer to take not the slightest or most sane precautions for his safety. I blew a note on the whistle, and it was shrill and different, of a new pitch from that of the Old Tarl.

Almost immediately from somewhere, perhaps from a ledge out of sight; rose a fantastic object, another giant tarn, even larger than the first, a glossy sable tarn which circled the cylinder once and then wheeled toward me, landing a few feet away, his talons striking on the roof with a sound like hurled gauntlets. His talons were shod with steel-a war tarn. He raised his curved be to the sky and screamed, lifting and shaking his wings• s enormous head turned toward me, and his round, wicked eyes blazed in my direction. The next thing I knew his beak was open; I caught a brief sight of his thin,sharp tongue, as long as a man's arm; darting out and back, and then, snapping at me, he lunged forward, striking at me with that' monstrous beak, and I heard the Older Tarl cry out in horror, "The goad! The goad!

"TARNSMAN OF GOR p51 - 53



"Then I was cowering, awe-stricken, in a great winged shadow, and an immense tarn, his talons extended like gigantic steel hooks, his wings sputtering fiercely in the air, hung above me, motionless except for the beating of his wings; The tarn dropped to the roof of the cylinder and regarded us with his bright black eyes; these birds are sometimes spoken of as Brothers of the wind."
~Tarnsman of Gor, page 51~


3.Tumit: like an ostridge from Earth they do not flytho they have wings and feathers they are awkward looking little head long neck and legs big bugging eyes big round body their habits are strange theylike stealing chicks from the momma vulo's

large flightless bird about the size of an ostrich having a long hooked beak; carnivorous.

I saw one of the tumits, a large, flightless bid whose hooked beak, as long as my forearm, attested only too clearly to its gustatory habits

Nomads of Gor, page 2


"I saw one of the tumits, a large, flightless bird whose hooked beak, as long as my forearm, attested only too clearly to its gustatory habits; I lifted my shield and grasped the long spear, but it did not turn in my direction; it passed, unaware."
~Nomads of Gor, page 2~

4. Kaiila like a horse from Earth much bigger like the Clydales that people use to ride or to pull carts wagons go into combat with or travel vary in color brown black or mixed even white and tan

A large reptile looking animal, used by the Wagon Peoples and in the Tahari as a mount. The Kaiila is well-suited for the harsh conditions of the Tahari and the Plains. Its viciousness makes it a formidable mount for a Warrior as well.
"The mount of the Wagon Peoples, unknown in the northern hemispheres of Gor, is the terrifying but beautiful kaiila. It is a silken, carnivourous, lofty creature, graceful, long-necked, smooth gaited. It is viviparous and undoubtedly mammalian, though there is no suckling of the young...The kaiila is extremely agile...normally stands about tweny to twenty-two hands at the shoulder, can cover as much as six hundred pasangs in a single day's riding. The head of the kaiila bears two large eyes, one on each side, but these eyes are triply lidded probably an adaptation to the environment which occasionally is wracked by severe storms of wind and dust; the adaptation, actually a transparent third lid, permits the animal to move as it wishes under conditions that force other prairie animals to back into the wind, or like the sleen, to burrow into the ground." It is a silken, carnivorous, lofty creature, graceful, long-necked, smooth-gaited. It is viviparous and undoubtedly mammalian, though there is no suckling of the young. The young are born vicious and by instinct, as soon as they can struggle to their feet, they hunt....once it eats its fill, does not touch food for several days. The kaiila is extremely agile, and can easily outmaneuver the slower, more ponderous high tharlarion. It requires less food...than the tarn. A kaiila, which normally stands about 20 to 22 hands at the shoulder, can cover as much as six hundred pasangs in a single days riding. The head of the kaiila bears two large eyes, one on each side, but these eyes are triply lidded."
(page 13&14, Nomads of Gor)

Kaiila, Desert
"I conjecture, though I do not know, that the sand kaiila is a desert-adapted mutation of the subequatorial stock; both animals are lofty, proud, silken creatures, long-necked and smooth-gaited; both are triply lidded, the third lid being a transparent membrane, of great utility in the blasts of the dry storms of the southern plains or the Tahari; both creatures are comparable in size, ranging from some twenty to twenty-two hands at the shoulder."
~Tribesmen of Gor, page 71~

Kaiila, South
"It is a silken, carnivorous, lofty creature, graceful, long-necked, smooth-gaited. It is viviparous and undoubtedly mammalian, though there is no suckling of the young. The young are born vicious and by instinct, as soon as they can struggle to their feet, they hunt."
~Nomads of Gor, page 13~

5. Tabuk: deer like but thinner mostly like a antalope of Earth hides are used for blankets coats brownish black with antlers

Two varieties inhabit Gor; the smaller yellow tabuk of the plains, and the larger Northern Tabuk. Both are hunted for meat and hides.

"They were northern tabuk, massive, tawny and swift; many of them ten hands at the shoulder, a quite different animal from the small, yellow-pelted antelope-like quadruped of the south. On the other hand, they too were distinguished by the single horn of the tabuk. On these animals, however, that object, in swirling ivory, was often, at its base, some two and one half inches in diameter, and better than a yard in length. A charging tabuk, because of the swiftness of its reflexes, is quite a dangerous animal."
Beasts of Gor, page 152

"At the end of the wall, Inmak wept, seeing the strewn fields of slaughtered tabuk. The fur and hide of the tabuk provides the red hunters not only with clothing, but it can also be used for blankets, sleeping bags and other articles...Too, they may be used for buckets and tents, and for kayaks, the light narrow hunting canoes of skin from which sea mammals may be sought. Lashings, harpoon lines, cords and threads can be fashioned from its sinews. Carved, the bone and horn of the animal can function as arrow points, needles, thimbles, chisels, wedges, and knives. It's fat and bone marrow can be used as fuel. Too, almost all of the animal is edible."
Beasts of Gor, pages 169-170

6.Nar: Swamp spider Those known as the spider people are actually rational beings rather than simple insects who inhabit the swamps of the Ar area Like Priest Kings, they use a translator to communicate with humans. voodoo spiritual beings like head hunters

...I remembered her as I had seen her, in the swamp forest, south of Ar, with Nar the spider...

Captive of Gor, 18:368



...Approaching me, stepping daintily for all its bulk, prancing over the strands, came one of the Swamp Spiders of Gor....
...and I caught sight of the mandibles, like curved knives....
...I saw then for the first time that strapped to his abdomen was a translation device...
..."They hunt us and leave only enough of us alive to spin the Cur-lon Fiber used in the mills of Ar"...

Tarnsman of Gor, 6:81-83


7.Vart: like the bat of Eath lives in caves they are used as weapons size of a little dog they are black dark grey winged creatures with sharp teeth their bodies are soft they fly in flocks usually rabid thier bite is deadly sleep hanging upside down velvet skin

carnivorous; a small, sharp-toothed mammal that flies in flocks. Raised on Tyros in vart caves to be used as weapons.
Perhaps most I dreaded those nights filled with the shrieks of the vart pack, a blind, batlike swarm of flying rodents, each the size of a small dog, They could strip a carcass in a matter of minutes, each carrying back some fluttering ribbon of flesh to the recesses of whatever dark cave the swarm had chosen for its home. Moreover, some vart packs were rabid.
Outlaw of Gor, page 26

vart brown
carnivorous animals that rest clinging upside down on branches.
I could, however, recognize a row of brown varts, clinging upside down like large matted fists of teeth and fur and leather on the heavy, bare, scarred branch in their case. I saw bones, perhaps human bones, in the bottom of their case.
Priest Kings of Gor, page 191


8.Verr: a wooley goat that like the mountains you can milk them eat them shear their wool
a mountain goat indigenous to the Voltai Mountains; wild, agile, ill-tempered with long hair and spiraling horns source of a form of wool its milk is potable as well as being used for cheese. Its meat is sometimes eaten by men.


The verr was a mountain goat indigenous to the Voltai. It was a wild, agile, ill-tempered beast, long-haired and spiral-horned. Among the Voltai crags it would be worth one's life to come within twenty yards of one.
Priest-Kings of Gor, page 63

"The verr was a mountain goat indigenous to the Voltai. It was a wild, agile, ill-tempered beast, longhaired and spiral-horned. Among the Voltai crags it would be worth one's life to come within twenty yards of one." ~Priest-Kings of Gor


9.Mocasin a five foot snake it is poisonous that live in the marshy area dark in color with a triangle head shape not very common to see around

- five feet in length,rare poisonous, triangular headed snake found in the waters of the vosk marsh areas.
Vagabonds of Gor pg 267

We saw a narrow, dark shape, about five feet long, like a slowly undulating whip, glide past. A small triangular head was almost level with the water surface. I did not think there had been much danger, but there was some possibility that the movements of her legs in the water might have attracted its attention.
"That is a marsh moccasin," I said.
"Are they poisonous," she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"I never saw one before," she said.
"They are not common," I said, "even in the delta."
---Vagabonds of Gor, 26:267

10.Giani little feline could be given to slaves as pets can be trained to hunt mice and birds never to get in the way or keep slave from her duties soft fur while petting you can feel them purr various colors mainly black but also could be lighter in color

tiny cat-sized panther of solitary habits that inhabits the low branches of ground level in rainforests inland of Schendi.
In the lower branches of the "ground zone" may be found, also, small animals, such as tarsiers, nocturnal jit monkeys, black squirrels, four-toed leaf urts, jungle varts and the prowling, solitary giani, tiny, cat-sized panthers, not dangerous to man.
Explorers of Gor,

"In the lower branches of the "ground zone" may be found, also, small animals, such as tarsiers, nocturnal jit monkeys, black squirrels, four-toed leaf urts, jungle varts and the prowling, solitary giani, tiny, cat-sized panthers, not dangerous to man."
~Explorers of Gor~

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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Fri Jun 08, 2018 10:06 pm

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Name 5 Gorean drinks, followed by a quote and 10 descriptive words of your own for them.

1.Chocolate :

"made from beans brought back on one of the early Voyages of Acquisition, this is the same as the chocolate of Earth. It is served in higher class establishments."
~ Kajira of Gor p. 42 and 61~

delightful.....brown
yummy.....smooth
rich.....enjoyable
addictive.....soothing
comforting.....tantalizing



2.White Wine :

"a wine light in color and taste, it is not described in detail just as white wine."
~Fighting Slave of Gor p. 275-276~

dry.....semi-sweet
light bodied.....fruity
aromatic.....sensuous
romantic.....acidity
crisp.....tangy  

3.paga:

"a grain based, distilled hard liquor akin to whiskey; sometimes served warm to very hot, this is the drink most often served in Taverns in a variety of vessels."
~Raiders of Gor p. 100, 102, 111 and 113~

Dignified.....Firm
Dry.....Subtle
Austere.....Smoky
Balanced.....Woody
Warm.....Smooth

4.Mead
the preferred beverage of the northland, made with fermented honey, water and spice, traditionally served in a large animal horn."
~Marauders of Gor" p 78, 89 and 90~

sweet.....ancient
honey drink.....Ambrosia
Nectar of the Gods.....best        
sparkling.....heavenly
fresh floral taste...dry

5.Blackwine :

"coffee; traditionally served with white and yellow sugars and powdered bosk milk, and in tiny cups, although in most taverns it is served in mugs. It is grown on the slopes of Thentis it is thought to have come from Urth on a slave acquisition run. If asked to serve it second slave means to serve it black."
~Beasts of Gor p. 20-21~

morning brew......delicate
heavy.....full    
moderate....complex
fragrant.....rich
strong.....mellow

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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sat Jun 09, 2018 12:44 pm

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Name 5 things a slave may be given as a gift, followed by a quote and 10 descriptive words for each.

Gifts will sometimes be given to a kajira. A kajira may not own anything of their own, it is they who are owned, by the Master. Thus, if a kajira is given a gift, that gift is actually being given to the Master, who may or may not choose to allow the kajira to hold it for Him. Understand this distinction clearly. In most cases, you are not permitted to make the decision to accept a gift, that is your Master's decision, or the Master of the Home Stone, if you wear the Home Stone collar.

"`In the eyes of Gorean law you are an animal. You have no name in your own right. You may be collared and leashed. You may be bought and sold, whipped, treated as the Master pleases, disposed of as He sees fit. You have no rights whatsoever. Legally you have no more status than a tarsk or vulo. Legally, literally, you are an animal.'
~Explorers of Gor, page 316~


1. hairdos/ body chain/slave bracelets

"... Up swept hairdos are usually reserved for free women, or high slaves. They are a mark of status. To be sure, one of the reasons for permitting a hairdo of that sort to a slave is the master's pleasure in undoing it, in loosening it, thus reminding even the high slave that in his arms, ultimately, she, the high slave, is yet a slave, and as much or more than the lowest girl in the most remote village. The loosening of a woman's hair on Gor in an extremely sensuous, meaningful act. "Who loosens her hair?" is a way of asking, in effect, who owns her."
"The body chain I had purchased, though efficient, and attractive and sturdy, was not an expensive one. Some such chains, of course, such as those sometimes worn by high slaves, are quite expensive, being of gold and set with such stones as rubies, sapphires and diamonds."
"Slave bracelets, designed for women, are often light and pretty, and are sometimes matched to outfits and such. Some, for high slaves, are bejeweled. Some might be worth the ransom of a Ubar. "
Prize of Gor, pg 171

sturdy.....sparkling
matching.....sensuous
light.....pretty
adorned.....bejewled
sturdy.....privileged  

2. eating from Owners Hand

"The ceremonial taking of food from the hand of the man, as it had been done this evening in the camp, would prove to be somewhat unusual, though it would be reasonably common to be handfed, when it amused him, or thrown scraps of food. among many men, it might be mentioned, however, the monthly anniversary of a girl's acquisition as a slave would be marked by this, and similar ceremonies. A slave girl is a delight to a man; she is extremely prized and precious; that the day of her acquisition should be celebrated each month with special ceremonies and rites is not surprising. These numerous anniversaries are deliciously celebrated, as they may be with a girl who is only a slave, and seldom forgotten; should such an anniversary be forgotten, should it be such that it is commonly celebrated, the girl redoubles her efforts to please, fearing she is to be soon sold."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 66~

pieces.....morsel
better than gruel.....precious
unusual....common
privileged.....favored
delight.....treasure

3. slave bells/anklet/braclet

The dressing of slaves, incidentally, is an interesting and intricate pastime. The slave is almost never totally nude. Her body is marked almost always with some token of her condition, which is bond. This is usually a collar, but it may also be an anklet, sometimes belled, or a bracelet. Her brand, of course, fixed in her very flesh, deep and lovely, is always worn. There is no mistaking it. The iron has seen to that. Beyond these things, much depends on the individual girl and on her particular master of the time. Individual taste is here supreme. To be sure, there are natural contingencies and proprieties which are generally observed…Additional functions of slave garments, of course, other than those of displaying the girl and making it clear to all how desirable she is, are to remind her, clearly, that she is a slave, which is useful in her discipline, and, also, interestingly, to stimulate, intensify and deepen her sexuality. It is impossible for a woman to dress and act as a slave, and be enslaved, in full legality, and not, eventually, understand that she is really what she seems to be, a slave. The master, meanwhile, of course, keeps her under discipline, uses her frequently and often casually, and forces her to undergo the abuses proper to her degraded condition." Guardsmen of Gor, pages 105-109

token.....beautiful  
exquisite.....accents
wonderful.....unique
attractive.....delightful
lovely.....memorable

4. clothing

Surely slave tunics leave little to the imagination. Among the girls, of course, there is little disagreement in practice, though some in theory. The girls, commonly, treasure even the tiniest rag which can afford them some shielding, however pathetic, from the imperious gaze of masters. Too, from the point of view of the masters, the little that might be left to the imagination, small as it is, by such a garment, is often found to be intriguing and stimulating. It encourages them to her stripping. Too, giving a girl a bit of clothing, tends to give one more control over her, For example, will she be told to remove the garment, or will it be taken from her, and if so, publicly or privately? It must be understood, of course, that a slave, having no rights, does not have the right even to clothing. That a girl is wearing even a rag is usually a sign that she has pleased her master, and quite significantly, too. Often the garment of a slave girl does not come easily to her. In private, of course, even rags are often dispensed with. The slave is the property of the master, and, in the privacy of his quarters, she is done with, totally, as he pleases.
Savages of Gor     Book 17     Page 330

sheer.....silky
beautiful.....scanty
sexy.....alluring
low cut....plunging
brief.....itchy

5. a proper place to sleep sleeping with Owner in his bed

I would allow Vika to share the great stone couch, it's sleeping pelts, and silken sheets. This was unusual, however, for normally the Gorean slave girl sleeps at the foot of her Masters couch, often on a straw mat with only a thin, cotton-like blanket, woven from the soft fibers of the Rep plant, to protect her from the cold. If she has not pleased her Master of late, she may be, of course, as a disciplinary measure, simply chained nude to the slave ring in the bottom of the couch, sans both the blanket and the mat. The stones of the floor are hard and the Gorean nights cold and it is a rare girl who, when unchained in the morning, does not seek more dutifully to serve her master.
Priest Kings of Gor     Book 3     Page 67

comfy.....snug
voluminous .....thermal
roomy.....padded
best.....cushioned
relaxing.....inviting  

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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sat Jun 09, 2018 1:43 pm

06.09.2018
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Name 5 foods, and 5 spices with a quote and 3 descriptive words for them.

FOOD

1. Black Bread :
Baked soft and full flavored from Gorean grains. It is heavy and dark in color and served with clotted Bosk cream or honey.

baked soft and full flavored from Gorean grains, heavy and dark, served with clotted Bosk Cream or honey.
"Hunters of Gor" p. 13

    grainy.....dark.....heavy

2. Bond-Maid Gruel :

a porridge served to bond-maids in Torvaldsland made of dampened Sa-Tarna and raw fish.
"Marauders of Gor" p. 67

soggy.....fishy.....bland

3. Cabbage

I saw too, fields, fenced with rocks, in the sloping area. In them were growing, small at this season, shafts of Sa-Tarna; too, there would be peas, and beans, cabbages and onions, and patches of the golden sul, capable of surviving at this latitude.
Marauders of Gor     Book 9     Page 81

green leafy.....large.....raw

4. Tospit

small, wrinkled, yellowish-white peach like fruit, about the size of a plum, which grows on the tospit bush, patches of which are indigenous to the drier valleys of the eastern Cartius. They are bitter but edible, and are sometimes served sliced and sweetened with honey, and in syrups, and to flavor, with their juices, a variety of dishes. They are also carried on sea voyages to prevent nutritional deficiencies. They almost always have an odd number of seeds, except for the rare, long-stemmed ones. The Wagon People often bet on the number of seeds.
"Nomads of Gor" p. 59

tangy.....bitter.....seeded

5. Tambur Gulf Oysters :

from the Tamber Gulf, these oysters are served raw or baked.
"Captive of Gor" p. 301

slimy.....fishy.....raw

SPICES

1. Cinnamon

"Do you smell it?" asked Ulafi.

"Yes," I said. "It is cinnamon and cloves, is it not?"

"Yes," said Ulafi, "and other spices, as well."

The sun was bright, and there was a good wind astern. The sails were full and the waters of Thassa streamed against the strakes.

It was the fourth morning after the evening conversation which Ulafi and I had had, concerning my putative caste and the transaction in Schendi awaiting the arrival of the blond-haired barbarian.

"How far are we out of Schendi?" I asked.

"Fifty pasangs," said Ulafi. We could not yet see land.
Explorers of Gor     Book 13     Page 98

  irresistible.....woody.....sweet & savory

2. Cloves

There is little market in simple Laura for the more exquisite goods of Gor. Seldom will one find there Torian rolls of gold wire, interlocking cubes of silver from Tharna, rubies carved into tiny, burning panthers from Schendi, nutmegs and cloves, spikenard and peppers from the lands east of Bazi, the floral brocades, the perfumes of Tyros, the dark wines, the gorgeous, diaphanous silks of glorious Ar.
Captive of Gor     Book 7     Page 86

strong aromatic flavor.....dried flower bud.....numbing  

3. Garlic

“I have peas and turnips, garlic and onions in my hut.”
Outlaw of Gor

odd shaped....stinky.....pungent

4. Nutmeg

“..a kort with melted cheese and nutmeg.
” Tribesmen of Gor

sweet.....warm.....mild


5. Salt (White & Red & Yellow)

“Most salt at Klima is white, but certain of the mines deliver red salt, red from ferrous oxide in its composition, which is called the Red Salt of Kasra
” Tribesmen of Gor

crystal.....ionic.....sodium  

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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sat Jun 09, 2018 2:17 pm

06.09.2018
15:16:07

Name 5 fruits followed by a quote and 5 descriptive words for them.

1.Cherries, Tyros

With the tip of my tongue I touched her lips. Some slave cosmetics are flavored. "Does Master enjoy my taste?" she asked.
"The lipstick is flavored," I said. "I know," she said. "It reminds me of the cherries of Tyros," I said. "I do not know what the flavor is,"
she said, "but it is lovely, is it not?"
Beasts of Gor page 349

sweet.....sour.....sweet.....luscious.....finest

2.Citrus Fruit [non-specific]

Kal-da is a hot drink, almost scalding, made of diluted Ka-la-na wine, mixed with citrus juices and stinging spices. I did not care much
for this mouth-burning concoction, but it was popular with some of the lower castes, particularly those who performed strenuous manual labor.
Outlaw of Gor page 76

juicy.....sweet.....tart.....tangy.....delicious

3.Grapes

One thing of that sort I recall is a trick where the girl feeds the master a grape held between her teeth. She may or may not have her wrists braceleted behind her back for this particular feat. One leg is folded beneath her and the other is extended behind her, toes pointing, and then she lifts the grape delicately to your mouth. Elizabeth and I used to laugh heartily over this one, but I think it was effective, as I seldom got beyond the third grape.
Assassin of Gor pages 203-204

small.....juicy.....tantalizing.....red/green.....seeded/seedless

4. Larma

I idly observed the dancer. Her eyes were on me. It seemed, in her hands, she held ripe fruits for me, lush larma, fresh picked.
Tribesmen of Gor page 27

luscious.....gift.....erotic.....temping.....juicy sweet


5. Pomegranate

"There are palm groves, five of them," I said."Yes," he said.
"Pomegranate orchards lie at the east of the oasis," I said.
"Gardens lie inward. There is even a pond, between two of the groves of date palms."
Tribesmen of Gor page 174

seedy....tart...sweet....juicy.....sharp

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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sat Jun 09, 2018 3:18 pm

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16:15:56


Name 2 soups/porridges with 10 descriptive words for them.

1. Grain Porridge

Ho-Tu, I noted, but did not speak to him of it, drank only water and, with a horn spoon, ate only a grain porridge mixed  with bosk milk.
Assassin of Gor, pg. 87

mush.....starchy
stalwart.....cumin-scented
simple.....clean
cultivated.....nutritious
fundamental.....creamy


2. Sullage

First she boiled and simmered a kettle of Sullage, a common Gorean soup consisting of three standard ingredients and,  as it is said, whatever else may be  found, saving only the rocks of the field.  The principal ingredients of Sullage are the  golden Sul, the starchy, golden-brown vine-borne fruit of the golden-leaved Sul plant; the curled, red, ovate leaves of  the Tur-Pah, a tree parasite, cultivated in host orchards of Tur trees; and the salty, blue secondary  roots of the Kes  Shrub, a small, deeply rooted plant which grows best in sandy soil.
Priest Kings of Gor, pg. 44

starchy.....green
nutritious.....basic
creamy.....stemy
salty.....nice & warm
hearty.....satisfying

Name 5 popular meats followed by a quote and 5 descriptive words for them.

1.bosk

The meat was a steak, cut from the loin of a bosk, a huge, shaggy, long-horned, ill-tempered bovine which shambles in large, slow-moving herds across the prairies of Gor. Vika seared this meat, as thick as the forearm of a warrior, on a small iron grill over a kindling of charcoal cylinders, so that the thin margin of the outside was black, crisp and flaky and sealed within by the touch of the fire was the blood-rich flesh, hot and fat with juice."
— Priest-Kings of Gor, page 45

juicy.....thick.....seared.....crisp.....hot & savory

2. tarsk

"Before the feast I had helped the women, cleaning the fish and dressing marsh gants, and then, later, turning spits for the roasted tarsks, roasted over rence-root fires kept on metal pans, elevated about the rence of the island by metal racks, themselves resting on larger pans. During most of the feast I have been used in the serving, particularly the serving of the girls who had competed for me, one of whom had won me, which one I did not know. I had carried about bowls of cut, fried fish, and wooden trays of roasted tarsk meat, and roasted gants, threaded on sticks, and rence cakes and porridges, and gourd flagons, many times replenished, of rence beer."
— Raiders of Gor, page 44.


hot & delicious.....cured.....smokey.....preserved.....best


3.verr

"I had had verr meat, cut in chunks and threaded on a metal rod, with slices of peppers and larma, and roasted; vulo stew with raisins, nuts, onions and honey; a Kort with melted cheese and nutmeg; hot Bazi tea, sugared, and, later, Turian wine."
— Tribesmen of Gor, pages 47-48.

lean.....tender.....moist.....rich.....gamely

4. vulo

"She had been carrying a wicker basket containing vulos, a domesticated pigeon raised for eggs and meat."
— Nomads of Gor, page 1.

delicious.....flavorful.....juicy.....wonderful.....tasty


5.tabuk

"… my mouth watered for a tabuk steak or, perhaps, if I were lucky, a slice of roast tarsk, the formidable six-tusked wild boar of Gor's temperate forests.
I smiled to myself, felt the sack of coins in my tunic, bent down and pushed the door open."
— Outlaw of Gor, page 76.

rich.....lean.....dry.....wild.....earthy

Name 5 veggies followed by a quote and 5 descriptive words for them.

1. beans

"I saw too, fields, fenced with rocks, in the sloping area. In them were growing, small at this season, shafts of Sa-Tarna; too, there would be peas
and beans, cabbages and onions, and patches of the golden sul, capable of surviving at this latitude."
— Marauders of Gor, page 81.

hearty.....earthy.....buttery.....nutty.....seasoned

2. carrots

"A great amount of farming, or perhaps one should speak of gardening, is done at the oasis, but little of this exported. at the oasic it will be grown a hybrid, brownish Sa-Tarna, adapted to the heat of the desert; most Sa-Tarna is yellow; and beans, berries, onions, tuber suls, various sorts of melons, a foliated leaf vegetable, called Katch, and various root vegetables, such as turnips, carrots, radishes, of the sphere and cylinder varieties, and korts, a large, brownish-skinned, thick-skinned, sphere-shaped vegetable, usually some six inches in width, the interior of which is yellowish, fibrous and heavily seeded. At the oasis, because of the warm climate, the farmers can grow two or more crops a year."
— Tribesmen of Gor, page 37.

earthy.....sweet.....fruity.....unique flavor.....bitter  

3. corn

"They grow produce for their masters, such as wagmeza and wagmu, maize, or corn, and such things as pumpkins and squash."
— Savages of Gor, page 234.

concentrated.....wet.....little rubbery.....crunchy.....sweet

4. katch

"A great amount of farming, or perhaps one should speak of gardening, is done at the oasis, but little of this is exported. At the oasis will be grown a hybrid, brownish Sa-Tarna, adapted to the heat of the desert; most Sa-Tarna is yellow; and beans, berries, onions, tuber suls, various sorts of melons, a foliated leaf vegetable, called Katch, and various root vegetables, such as turnips, carrots, radishes, of the sphere and cylinder varieties, and korts, a large, brownish-skinned, thick-skinned, sphere-shaped vegetable, usually some six inches in width, the interior of which is yellowish, fibrous and heavily seeded. At the oasis, because of the warm climate, the farmers can grow two or more crops a year."
— Tribesmen of Gor, page 37.

cabbage like.....leafy.....peppery.....sweet....green

5. radish

"A great amount of farming, or perhaps one should speak of gardening, is done at the oasis, but little of this is exported. At the oasis will be grown a hybrid, brownish Sa-Tarna, adapted to the heat of the desert; most Sa-Tarna is yellow; and beans, berries, onions, tuber suls, various sorts of melons, a foliated leaf vegetable, called Katch, and various root vegetables, such as turnips, carrots, radishes, of the sphere and cylinder varieties, and korts, a large, brownish-skinned, thick-skinned, sphere-shaped vegetable, usually some six inches in width, the interior of which is yellowish, fibrous and heavily seeded. At the oasis, because of the warm climate, the farmers can grow two or more crops a year."
— Tribesmen of Gor, page 37.

small.....hot .....eye-watering spicy.....density of a marble.....peppery  



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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sat Jun 09, 2018 5:41 pm

06.09.2018
18:32:41

What are 2 top dances a slave is most likely to learn first?

1. Needs Dance

2.Placatory Dance


Why do you think this is?

1.Because when dancing this dances girl becomes aware of her sexual urges tries to fight them a girl becomes desperate to please she would strive to please no inhibitions dancing her sexuality for all to see begging to be used

2. dance is used to either placate or beg forgiveness they are free form and can be danced on a girls belly knees or standing depending on the situation and nature of the Master

Perform each dance, maximum of 12 posts

1.
~~smiling seductively leaning forwards lifting ass up from crossed ankles and heels balancing a slaves body on all fours crawling towards the center of the Hall floor cool beneath the heated body of pure... thoughts of dancing filling her head a purr falls from between lush lips barely parted alternating a hand a knee a hand a knee back perfectly arches breasts swaying enticingly against silks pulled tightly as each knee slides up one at a time glimpses of a shapely ass moving in and out of view muscles flexing as a girls hands paw out in front of her like a she larl in heat starved hungry



~~reaching the center hearing the faint strains of music whispering to her tosses back her head sunny tresses flying wildly obscuring delicate features from view for an ihn pushing upwards from the floor to kneel ass planted on crossed ankles thighs spread open inviting enticing tossing wildly forcing the flow of hair from her face several tendrils clinging to full pouty lips reaching out a velvetey tongue to moisten them soft breath puffing the hair from her mouth looking around the room thru barely parted lashes barely allowing the glimmering sparks in the girls eyes to be seen. brushing delicate hands down to smooth out the silks on a girls curvaceous body breathing in shallowly



~~gently beginning to move to the music rolling shoulders first one then the other lifting breasts as she counts out the beats with the movement with her body tilting back her head chin thrust upwards to the three moons an almost invisible grinding of ample hips starts gaining in ferocity and momentum as the slut reaches a hand to trace the goldeness of her thighs crimson marks appearing instantly starkly against the flesh as she trails nails bitingly into flesh heat radiating from her body from the fires raging unquenched inside of her the rise and fall of the coverings over her breasts betraying the lust the girl is feeling



~~a startled cry from between parched lips is emitted as slave hears a CRASH of symbols small hands gripping the edges of silk at her thighs slowly dragging the bunched up material across her heat body slinking backwards onto the floor head thrashing violently hair forming a golden cloak around her the slave moves as savagely as the drums building in intensity chest heaving as the need continues to build inside of her breeding multiplying



~~pulling the silks from a now glistening body tossing them to her right unmindful of where they land not caring at this time senses burning heightened raw with desire eyes appearing pure black as they darken with lust slave turns to her belly whimpering pitifully unable to have the cold floor soothe her aching heat palms placed flat to the floor as ample hips writhe and wriggle against the coolness arching a well defined back head lifted high searching seeking an ease to the inferno inside of a girl



~~slumping dejectedly to the floor rolling once more to her back hands traveling over the sluts peak perks and valleys tummy quivering clenching thighs parting delicate feet planted firmly animalistic sounds from deep in her throat rise up to the sky hips rising and falling in time to the cresendo of tribal savage drums head tossing one way and then the other firm white teeth biting down on the bottom lip of a girl panting lil gasps escaping as pure moves her hands upwards across her breasts cupping them in offer tracing a finger around the outer dusky peaks moving a hand up fingers caressing a girls ribbon along her neck tiny finger tracing the marks on a swollen lip from teeth marks snaking out a tiny tongue to soothe the marks teasing the finger sucking the finger anxiously greedily into a hot wet mouth then releasing it with a POP rolling once more to slave belly



~~slithering on the floor as a serpent lust filled eyes glazed lungs sucking in air deeply causing nostrils to flair pushing the sluts upper buxom body from the floor arching, needing to curb the fires raging out of control drawing knees up beneath her with a wild savage cry throat raw and tender heart beating at a dangerous pace small hands traveling over the length of a wanton body aching for strength needing to feel hands upon her ones that can either take her life or bring her the greatest of pleasures at a mere whim fingers caressing warmed slickened flesh causing chills to suddenly awash over pure each one eliciting a moan a cry more fiercer than the first hands sliding up over the white ribbon covering face tears coursing down thru fingers gripping mane tightly closing small fists in frustration



~~hips gyrating moving back and forth arching breasts forwards nipples perked and peaked thighs parted glistening with the slaves need shuddering beneath the air moving around the Hall pleadingly throwing upper body forwards between thighs total suplication eyes burning warm lips dry a fragile whimper is heard from the still prone slave no doubt by a girls actions that she is simply slave her Need Dance complete



2.

~~moves slowly hearing a song whisper within the mind's eye as she passes
time humming softly with it fingertips slowly caress over tan flesh as
she peeks over a creamy shoulder as if to say, "come hither!" to her the Hold Jarl as if
he was there with nothing but the most impure delights wafting through the
sparkle of impish gaze practicing moves for what may later come


~~ feels the WHOOSH of a Tarn's wing and drops to a knee reaches out in
disbelief as a silent SCREAMMMMM wrecks pure horror from her as she looks up at
the sky full of Tarnsman's astride their aerial steeds nets in hand!
jumps up and thrashes the air chasing away the death birds as if they were really there!


~~fights them off! jumping about as if she lifts right out of the
sands like a mere rabbit snatched in the talons of a the huge bird of prey back
arched and arms and limbs limp in lift off escapes the clutches only to
stumble upon the sands and jumps again!! dodging the claws of the mighty
feathered fiends!!


~~leaps with victory! throwing a winner's punch and jumps for joy as
she survives the fly by! cusses them for all they are worth! "You
can't have this girl you filthy BEASTS!!!"
half meaning the Tarns and half
the Men upon them! "HOOTS!!!" dances a victory dance as if she just won a
tavern brawl! crazed steps of pure exuberance and high spirits spin as she bucks
and kicks like a wild kailla "ai aaiiiiiiiieeee!!!" darts
away evading a phantom net tossed down to the ground by her!


~~kicks and eludes as limber back bends and she scolds at the imaginary
men! drops to the sands and rolls upon their fallen net giving a two shot
salute of a kicked foot tossing the web confines of the tormenting raiders high
in the sky! rises up with a haughty display as if to say, "You can't touch
this!"
A sass in a toss of raving ringlets and flick of saucy hips she
mimics words on silent lips "You can't have this!!"


~~"that's right, she said it!" insolent beast moves with a mocking tone
tossing tresses arrogantly as she struts about like a blue ribbon beast at the
Sardar anger flares in each step huffs of distressed breath escapes the
slave girl breaks out claws as she scratches trails of red hatred lashing
over tender flank turning to show it off as if to dare to come tangle with this
she-beast! she'll rip You to shreds if You try it again!! "Harrumphs!"
with a toss of a golden head


~~steps to the side arms arching like a bow the body of a beast a weapon
of movement wars fought over such delicacies as a prized piece of
flesh trails a warm palm down between ample mounds over the tone
belly of a slave pet caressing the slave breast as she cups a hand over sleek
meat thrusts breasts outward and arches with a superior shimmy tossing
hands as if to say "Be gone!"


~~"damn straight" she leers beneath riled breath a BRAZEN whisper spoken
so low so that no one might hear Sings softly with the melody that
plays within her head "oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace like
thoughts inside a dream heed the path that led me to that place."
a distant tarn screams as they seek other pray playing out the after-the-fact
bravery of a delusional daydream she gives a little strut upon the white softness


~~twirls about with gleeful delight blurting out!, "Hold Jarl would soar down
in a whirlwind and take her back to his Hold beneath the summer
moon!"
toes trace a circle within the white softness as the blonde haired slave
swirls within the dusty sands little plumes of white dust dance around
bare foot as she triumphantly spins within the dance pit


~~celebrates! leaps within the air and jumps and spins body a
festivity of feminity as she jovially juts through the sands a PROUD bond to
be HIS. Owned by a STRONG Jarl a wonderful Warrior! blurts out to
phantom raiders in empty skies "he'll burn your city down!" she laughs with
terrible wicked laughter as she leaps through the air all doughty and defiant!

~~ elated to be owned by Hunjer Isle no one from far or wide can take her from there!
she preens within the white sandy softness, aloof and elegant moves of pure pristine
and exceptional control she prances like a prized bitch from the cream of the crop of slave houses!
balances on a single foot, she arches to the epitome of poised grace
and and sees the Hold Jarl?!?

~~spins around and turns white as a ghost sees as she sees his stone cold
gaze "Jarl?" she whispers shocked! insolence witnessed she cringes game over she knows she's toast without even being told she slips fingertips beneath golden ringlets brushing
them aside and lowers as whimpers already start to whisper melts in agony
to the floor and clutches her belly back bared for the unforgiving whip of the
Hold Jarl's leather dominance the Isle caught bond she whispers "pure begs mercy, Jarl."

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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sat Jun 09, 2018 6:22 pm

We have discussed My issues on the rest. So I will say this: you are thorough, and followed My directions well. The dances are attention getting, you have always excelled at that. However, the placatory dance. While hands down one of the best, if not the best, free form dance I have seen...it's not placatory. A placatory dance is a dance of a slave's beg for forgiveness, for an oops that has already happened, to show the Owner she apologizes. Of sorts.

"Most placatory dances, however, are not fixed-form dances, but are 'free' dances, in which the slave, exquisitely alert to the nuances of the situation, the particular master, the nature of his displeasure, the gravity of her offense, and such, improvises, to reassure him of the authenticity of her contrition and the genuineness of her desire to do better."

Another girl, a slim blonde, was thrust into the circle. Her master, arms folded, regarded her. She lifted her chained wrists above her head, palms facing outwards, this, because of the linkage of the manacles, tightening it, bringing the backs of her hands closely together. She faced her Master. Desperate was she to please him. There was a placatory aspect to her dance. It seemed she wished to divert his wrath.
"Ahh," said Marcus. "Look!"
He was indicating the slim blonde, she with the chained wrists, whose dance before her Master seemed clearly placatory in nature. She had perhaps begged to be permitted to appear before him in the dancing circle, that she might attempt to please him. He had perhaps acquiesced. I recalled he had thrust her into the circle, perhaps in this generously according her, thought perhaps with some impatience, and misgivings, this chance to make amends for some perhaps unintentional, minuscule transgression. Perhaps his paga had not been heated to the right temperature. Women look well in collars.
The blonde was on her knees, extending her hands to her Master, piteously, all this with the music in her arms, her shoulders, her head and hair, her belly.
Her Master seized her from the circle then and hurried her from the light, her head down, held by the hair, at his left hip. This is a common leading position for female slaves being conducted short distances. As the master holds her hair in the left hand, it leaves his right hand, commonly the sword hand, free.
I thought the blonde had very successfully managed to divert the Master's wrath., assuming that was what she was up to. The only whip she need fear now, muchly, at nay rate, would seem to be the "whip of the furs." To be sure, she might be given a stroke or two, if only to remind her that she was slave.

Magicians of Gor pp. 44-46
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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sat Jun 09, 2018 8:31 pm

yes Jarl thank you for correcting girl and also thank you for your kind words
she has corrected the issue they are in grey and she will write another dance

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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sun Jun 10, 2018 8:22 am

06.10.2018
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2.
~~pure sinks into the sands…her blonde locks like golden silks shining in the light….she is shaking shivering...she has made the Hold Jarl angry by not showing her all to him told her she will never be a personal bond to him her arms go about herself as if to keep the cold that is within her very soul from taking over...as she knows she would then be lost forever into the darkest of places...never to return as her memories assail her

~~the kalika strums lightly...solitary...just like her….a slender hand goes to her throat and a sob escapes her as she feels only a white ribbon nay a locked collar she keens...in rhythm to the sounds of the music as her body rocks side to side...tears falls from her soft light eyes...making trails of silver along her cheeks...but she does not notice the kaska beats...an exact match to her heart  thump…thump…thump slow...aching...she sways dizzily as her emotions are raw...and she rises unsteadily...to stand feeling her body but a wraith as her soul is no longer there...ripped from her…moving now to the music...her body twirls...her hands clutching at her aching heart...wishing to rip it out and toss it away...to no longer feel such pain...to have lost the Hold Jarls attention she adored

~~her lithe form looking so helpless...her tears flowing...but her body moves as the slave within responds to the music…a flute joins in...it’s sound bittersweet...like herself...a bond one who was near death in her loss...as only a true bond could feel such sorrow when she gives her all to One...only to have it ripped awayshe moves urgently now….her hands out, palms up, begging...pleading for this to not be so...her slender legs carry her racing about the sands as if chasing that which she lost...stumbling...and falling to her knees...her head lowers...light sunny hair float about her as her sobs are released...the music swells...overpowering it’s it own darkness...sensing her very being and loss

~~she breaths deeply...rounded breasts rise and fall as she tries desperately to regain control...her mind screaming…“ you are bond pure you are to be pleasing to be beautiful always”…..and once more she rises...this time her red lips part and her pink tongue licks at them...her eyes dark in sorrow...but she dances...she dances as never before...her body flying around the sands...kicking up sparkling bits her beautiful form twisting this way and that...her hips gyrating...her ass sways as she slows the pace...panting hard

~~her face lifts once more...trying to hold herself proudly...but all can see she is broken inside...her eyes showing everything…she knows not how to continue...to have given so totally and lost….moving upon her toes...she spins in lil pirouettes...one arm lifted over her head...the other clutching her slave belly...her actions not lost as her grief is there to see...but her dance is poignant...beautiful...and elegant...full of grace...as she moves now with a sure pace

~~no matter her feelings...she knows she is a bond..she is to serve...she is to be pleasing...she is not allowed the luxury of her broken heart and spirit...she must be the true bond she is….twin tabors beat now...loud...urging...demanding of her...she knows only she must dance...she must show her beauty as required...she is not to be anything but perfection

~~her hands twine over her head as she starts to spin...hands fluttering...twisting together...her face beautiful as her head tilts back slightly...her slender ribboned throat exposed...the pulse beating there swift...the tears still flowing down her cheeks...leaving their silver trails...but her dancer’s body moves...and as she steps out of the spin...she lunges to one side...hands out as if beckoning to a Jarl, then to the other side...pleading...begging... is she still able to live and be found pleasing she wonders deep inside

~~again the kaska seems to take over...thump…thump…thump….beating faster now as if to show her heart may not be stopped...she may be wishing it would...but she is bond...she is not allowed...she must push the pain which hurts so terribly and rips through her like a hot knife twisting inside her pushing it away...demanding of her...she leaps in the air...legs scissoring...then once more and again...her hair flying out behind like a golden bolt of lightning her small waist twists slightly with each move...making her hips writhe slightly and landing with a light step...shapely legs straining as she moves faster...as if to drive the demon inside her out...to remove the pain within

~~she feels the pain will always be there of her loss...but finally she understands...she MUST continue on...to do anything else would not to be who and what she is…bond her tears still flow...her sobs are soft...her pain is there, but now she knows...she will survive…and with a final leap into the air as the music ends with a clash of cymbals…she lands upon her knees..before the Hold Jarl bends forward at the waist...and places her forehead to the sands her arms before her...to await her fate and what time shall bring

~~she is now the property of Hunjer Isle a Jarl so handsome and wise...whose very look makes her quiver with need...and all her instincts awaken to please him totally...as he owns her now...mind... body and soul!! Her doe-like eyes soft as she smiles...feeling the life inside her burning hotly once more...she pleads and begs dearly "Jarl please have mercy on pure"

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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sun Jun 10, 2018 11:01 am

06.10.2018
11:55:05

List 10 common positions of a slave with a quote and emotions a slave may feel while performing them..

1. Nadu or pleasure slave position

the first and most often used of all of the Gorean slave positions, and one of the first a slave learns.  the command gets its name, nadu, from the Gorean word for kneel.  in this position the slave kneels and sits upon her heels with her back and shoulders straight, her chest out, belly in, and her head up, though she averts her eyes to the floor, her thighs are open, widely spread, her hands rest upon her thighs.

Kajira of Gor page 282

pure thinks when a girl is positioned like this she ifs offering her all something a girl must always do be as close to perfect as she can for she is nay allowed to keep back her feelings


2.High-harness position

is a display in which a kneeling, braceled slave is leashed and commanded to hold her head very high, exposing her neck

Mercenaries of Gor page 308-309

pure thinks the slave would feel excited overwhelmed to expose her neck to be collared pleasingly happy


3. Bara or Belly position or Standard binding position


bara is the gorean word for belly and as such, the command may be either bara or belly, the slave falls to her stomach, face down to the floor and turned to the left, crosses her wrists behind her back and similarly crosses her ankles, her legs straight in preparation for binding
Explorers of Gor page 77

pure thinks that this position leaves a girl at the mercy of the Free who commanded her to do so she would be afraid of what is to come next she would have no way of getting loose to find comfort in a corner or behind a rock or tree to relieve her self from being scared

4.Whipping position or kneel to the whip

the slave first assumes the nadu position though with her arms crossed in front of her, she then leans forward and places her head to the floor, first sweeping her hair forward over her shoulders in order that her back might be utterly exposed to the whip
Captive of Gor page 200

pure thinks this position the slave would fear the whip for the pain the whip causes she would be ashamed to be in this situation she would be at the mercy of the Owner

5. Nestle position

"Nestle' I told her. 'Yes Master' she said. She nestled obediently in the crook of my left arm."

Explorers of Gor, page 279

pure thinks the slave would feel comfort having been found pleasing enough that the FREE  man would want her near... loved..protected


6. Leading position

the slave stands and moves behind her Master, bending at the waist as she places her hands behind her and puts the side of her head to her Master's hip, that He might lead her easily by the hair or collar while walking

Mercernaries of Gor page 399-400 & 437

pure thinks the slave would be a little uncomfortable tho having the touch of her Owner upon her as he leads her to where he wants she would be happy to be in his company just to please him overwhelmed awesome


7. she-sleen position

the slave falls to her hands and knees, her head down on the floor and her hindquarters upthrust for viewing and/or her Master's pleasure, this is also 'assuming the modality of the she-quadruped' which is an instruction for the slave to perform her regular duties upon hands and knees, without the benefit of the use of her hands, she may not rise to her feet and may use only her mouth and teeth to grasp and manipulate objects

Mercenaries of Gor page 215-216

pure thinks in this position it is a common act if she is being used sexually the slave would also find pleasure as the Owner takes his favored erotic would be how she feels

in the She-Qaudruped the slave would be in pain (ever try to do chores in this position?) she would feel out of place frustrated not being able to do the norm upset confused


9.Lesha and high harness position

from the gorean word lesha which translates as leash.  the slave remains either standing or kneeling depending upon the current position she is in, she turns and puts her back to her Master with her chin up and her head turned to the left so a leash may be attached to her collar, with her chin up and her back and shoulders straight, her wrist are extended behind her side by side in a position to be locked into chained slave bracelets

Explorers of Gor page 76

pure thinks the slave when in this position would feel grateful awesome offering herself so she could be with him she would be happy thrilled


10.Placate

She trembled. I now stood over her, the slave whip in my hand. I drew it back, then I threw it aside, angrily. I crouched down. Then I jerked her head up, by the hair
"Permission to placate," she begged, reaching for me with her lips and mouth. But I held her, by the hair, from me. She whimpered, denied. Then I released her hair and permitted her to touch me.
"Thank you, Master," she whispered.
She was a slave. I would permit her to attempt to placate me, in one of the ancient fashions of the female slave.

Rogue of Gor, page 21

pure thinks in this position the girl is scared fearing for her life she is humbling herself to find mercy from her Owner begging as her life depends on it uncertain confused desprite


Which 2 do you think a slave learns first and why?

nauda placate
1. nauda because a slave kneels before their Owner offering their everything nothing held bake she is not permitted that right

2. placate because the slave will have to ask forgiveness for she will not always be in favor of the Owner she would have to beg for his mercy

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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sun Jun 10, 2018 11:31 am

06.10.2018
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List 3 quotes that are your favorite, that hit most home with you. Explain why for each.

1. "In your weakness and need, and love," I said, "in your honesty, and truth, you are a thousand times stronger, and greater, than such caricatures of women, than such travesties of women, than such pseudomales and facsimile men, denying themselves and their feelings, holding themselves rigid, not daring to feel or be themselves."
~ Renegades, pg. 243

why? because tho a slave is a mer possession of their Owner her being honest and truthful being pure she is giving her all to her Owner to which a slave should not hold anything back pure wishes to always be pure at heart truthful and honest so that her actions make her Owner proud of her she is a mirror of his talent she is strong in her slavery to know this is what she must always portray


2. One would not say to a free women, for example, when one had a moment to spare, "Strip, and run to the furs," but one of course, would not even think twice before ordering a slave to do so. Furthermore, the slave knows that when the master arrives at the furs, she is to be waiting there for him, vulnerable and soft, eager, luscious and loving, his. To most women, the very thought of being a female slave is fearfully fraught with sexual significance. They know very well the sorts of things that would be required of them. And, of course, they are not mistaken. If they had any doubts about it, these doubts will be swiftly dispelled, once they find themselves in the collar.
~ Guardsmen, page 209

why? the slave knows she can be free to show her true emotions and it thrills a slave to please her Owner she would not thinks twice but to do as commanded she has a Sexual Significance pure can only wish that she thru her actions will show to her Owner how much she loves him and how she so wishes to always be in his favor

3. But I knew, looking down at those faces, that if any of them owned me, I would have to be fully pleasing to them. I would have to bend all of my efforts, and all of my beauty, my charm, my grace, my knowledge, my intelligence, my tact, everything that I was, and could hope be, to that end. I would have to be to them, and perfectly, a pleasure slave. And what horrified me most, I think, was that I wanted this. I wanted to serve men, and give them pleasure, to be precious to them, to be loved and appreciated, to make them happy.
~ Dancer, pg. 135

why? if you look at the last two quotes you will see a pattern starting to evolve pure wishes to be fully pleasing she will give her all the funny thing pure wants this as badly as her Owner wants her to be as perfect as she can honestly be staying pure at heart holding nothing back will serve and be pleasing as she is capable to do then just a bit more


girl finished the question part and will working on the Homework part it will take time to note it all down Rome was not built in a day.... lol!

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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sun Jun 10, 2018 11:52 am

On the whipping position. you mentiohn fear, which of course is a good reaction. But what of enjoyment of having your Owner remind you, show you, that you are indeed slave? Or need, should a day come and you beg to be reminded, to see His dominance?

Maybe Rome wasn't built in a day, but then again no one got whipped to get it done perfect either.
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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sun Jun 10, 2018 2:12 pm

thank you Jarl for bringing this to pure's attention she was not seeing it as enjoyment for herself but she sees your point some girls like to be disciplined in this manner...you opened girls mind to the way you think...girl will remember to note this in the back of her mind for future reference

yes Jarl...girl was just making a joke...for it was going to be a drawn out process she has been sitting here thinking about what to make for the Homework part she thinks she has it but now thinking on where she would get what she needs to make the dish how to get it and how to prepare for it...believe girl Jarl she is on it like white on rice...please keep your whip coiled up she begs sweetly with sugar on top Razz

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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Mon Jun 11, 2018 8:51 am

06.11.2018
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HOMEWORKS

Take 2 notecards
On one list all ingredients of a recipe of your creation.

NOTE CARD #1
grunt fillets
pit fruit
thyme
nuts
olive oil
salt
pepper
rice

List how to clean and prep them, make sure to show where you got them, how many, and what you need to do to prep them for the recipe.

she would ask Jarl Thunderbolt if he could escort her to the market so he could purchase the items she needs for the dish she is making for the Hold Jarl's dinner since slaves could not touch money

they would get the grunt from the fish mongrel at the market along with the pit fruit so they would be fresh

the thyme salt and pepper rice and olive oil ....she would check to see if there was enough on hand in the pantry she would be thrilled if there was enough but if not she would also get them at the Market
but know these items are usually on hand for they are regular staples

the nuts she knows they have some in the pantry for she remembered just the other day the kitchen wench received some with a order...she would have to crack and crush them place them in a bag so they would be on hand

now the pit fruit would be cut at the time of putting the dish together as the rice would be cooked while the fish was being cooked


On second list the instructions on how to put the recipe together. Make sure you have a name for your recipe.

NOTE CARD #2



Pouched Grunt

Ingredients

½ stone of grunt fillets 1-hort thick
2 large pit fruit
¼ cup fresh thyme
½ cup nuts...roughly chopped
2 cups olive oil
salt/pepper to taste
2 cups white rice

Finish: Role  play it all out. Getting, prepping and cooking. Not serving.

~~ the day before pure is to make her dish she takes her lil happy ass to the pantry with a bowl and checks on the nuts the kitchen wench purchased the other day she fills her bowl full from the large sack full of them...she dances back to the kitchen and finds a small mallet and a chopping knife and slips over to the little table to the right of the kitchen

~~she takes a nut laying it to the table and bangs it cracking open the shell she removes the meat from the shell and tosses the shell to small trash can beside the table she continues to bang prick and toss till the nuts are all open...she gathers up the nuts and with the chopping knife she chops them roughly as the recipe calls for she smiles and places them into the bowl then cleans up her mess

~~finding a small bag she pours the freshly chopped nuts into them and ties a red ribbon around them so she knows these are the nuts to be used for her dish tomorrow she takes the bag to the pantry and sets them to the shelf along side the bag she places the bottle of olive oil she will use the tyme salt and pepper  so they will be quick to gather tomorrow...she skips out the pantry all smiles seeing Jarl Thunderbolt she dances up to him and places a kiss to his right cheek and asks him with batting eyes "Jarl will escort pure to the Market to purchase some Grunt and some pit fruit for the Hold Jarl's Dinner guests?"...he could not resist the plea of a pretty girl like pure and he agreed knowing he would have to be the money handler

~~she places her arm around his big burly arm and they are off out the door and down the path to the Market they talk small talk on the way to the Market and stops a few times to notice a deer prancing in the field and some birds talking in the trees...when the reach the Market pure heels to Jarl Thunderbolt as they look over the fruit he picks up two pit fruits and turns to her lifting his brow as if asking will these do..pure smiles and shakes her head yes...he lets the Merchant know these are what he wants and the Merchant bags them and takes payment

~~on their way now over to the sea food Merchant pures nose wrinkles up to the fishy smell that is so pungentJarl Thunderbolt laughs at her and she gives him a playful smile...Jarl Thunderbolt sees the  fresh Grunt and barters with the Merchant so he can get the best price..pure just listens and watches the two Free men inter act...the purchase was made the fish was wrapped and now Jarl and bond were on their way back to the Hold

~~pure make a joke as the walk back since Jarl was carrying the wrapped fish and says to him "Boy oh boy Jarl you need a bath you smell awful!!" and she dances around wanting to make him laugh holding her nose leaning in to him then backing off quickly it worked she got a smile out of him..him telling her "perhaps a pretty bond will have to bathe me" she looks to him and shakes her head saying ..."not smelling like that..nooo nooo Jarl"...and laughs winking at him play time was over as the reach the Hold

~~he hands over the purchases to pure and she thanks him with a kiss and rushes off to the kitchen and unwraps the Gunt and washes them at the sink then wraps them back up and places the Grunt in the cold room to stay fresh she then travels back to the sink and takes the two pit fruits and washes them drying them with a rep cloth and then she walks the pit fruit in the pantry placing them next to the items she places there early...a smile come to the brazen lil bonds pump lips as she is done prepping for her dish she dashes off to do her chores

~~next evening she heads into the kitchen to make the dish for the Hold Jarl and his guests checks the recipe from the cook book that lays upon the counter and confirms all of the ingredients are here for she made sure to have the ingredients on hand for her to make this meal ...uplifting a tray from under the counter she glides herself into the pantry

~~she collects the rice container two pit fruits the thyme tin a bowl small bag of nuts the olive oil bottle and salt and pepper bowls they were easy to find  for they were just where she placed them after coming back from the market with Jarl Thunderbolt she carefully walks to the counter in the kitchen and places the tray with her treasures upon she turns to go to the cold room she then checks the oven to make sure it is at a medium heat...she grins for it is just right

~~sashays her sweet little ass to and fro and smiles gleefully on her way  to be in service to a strong man one could only be thrilled to serve him the chill of the room surrounds her and she shakes a bit while she reaches out and plucks the brown paper wrapped Grunt that was picked up from the fish mongrel at the market place she sees the marking that she wrote on the paper so she would know this was the package she was to use for her dish for the competition she so wanted to make the best dish so the Hold Jarl would be pleased

~~returning to the kitchen she walks softly to her work station unwraps the Gunt laying it to the cutting board takes up a knife taking the large side of Grunt and with the ulo knife slices it into 4 fillets approximately three horts square and a hort thick sets them upon the brown wrapping... sprinkles each one with salt and pepper...placing them to one side to sit for a short time she reaches for a baking dish sets it in front of her

~~reaching for the pit fruit slicing the pit fruit in thin slices crosswise then tosses the pit to the garbage...pure layers half into a baking dish and sprinkles this with half of the thyme lifts and pats dry the Grunt and layers it evenly over the pit fruit and thyme then on top of the fish... layers the remaining pit fruit...thyme she opens the bag of mixed nuts she chopped the other day in preparation of this dish and sprinkles upon the fish with side to side motions of her hand

~~carefully pours the olive oil over the dishes contents...making sure not to knock off the covering of fruit and nuts places the baking dish into a medium hot oven and allows to cook for around 1 to 1 1/4 ahn (or until the Grunt is nice and flaky) she leans up her area while the dish cooks...a small boiler pot she find in the dish rack where the kettle had washed it and left it to air dry  reaching for a measuring cup she fills the pot with four cups of water

~~ to the counter she glides and in her other hand she picks up the container of rice and steps to the cooking stove and places the pot on the burner she awaits for the water to start boiling then measures out two cups of rice and places in in the raging water of the boiler and takes up a spoon and gives it a nice stir...when the water comes again to a nice boil she moves the pot over some so not to be in direct heat and she places a lid on the pot and waits for the rice to suck up all the water it takes about  1/4 of a ahn to finish mean time she cleans up her station and places a big serving tray upon the counter turns to see the rice is done it did not take long

~~she hums a happy tune while she takes the cooked rice and tipping the pot she makes a lovely bed upon the serving tray to hold her Grunt she checks the fish after the allotted time...gently easing the flakes open to make sure they are fully cooked...smiles as all are soft and succulent...cooked through perfectly to the counter she brings them carefully removes each fillet and places them  over the  bed of rice piping hot and making the room smells so delightfully inviting...leaving behind the bottom layer of fruit ...but plating up retaining the top layer of fruit and nuts

~~spoons a few tablespoons of the poaching olive oil over each fillet and the dish is ready to be served...she leaves her dish warming while she takes her self and cleans up to be ready to serve she knows the Hold Jarl would want her to be at her best..as she waltzes to the bathing area she sees some of the Hold  Jarls guest have arrived so she quickly steps wanting to hurry and get the bathing task complete for soon she knows it will be dinner time


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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Tue Jun 12, 2018 9:14 am

06.12.2018
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How does a bond greet?

by saying Tal...Good Morning Good Evening while she is serving others...as she is doing chores a bond rarely kneels unless commanded by a

What if you are in the kitchen?

when you come out and you see the newcomer on your way to where you are going you greet them if they come to the kitchen you greet them as usual

What if you are with a Free Man currently?

you sweetly keep in service to the Free you are serving and greet the newcomer

How is it different from a kajira greeting?

Kajiras have to kneel and beg to  approah and greet..then when doing so they have a protocol in which order to do so by the Ranks of the Free

Outside of a physical, how else can a Free show a slave they did good?

with a smile...clap of their hands...wink...tossing them a trinket or candy...reward them

What do bonds normally wear? Include a quote, describe it, and 20 descriptive words. On describing make sure to list length, thickness, etc.

A slave should wear what her Master wishes her to wear

Kirtle

"She was blond; she was barefoot; she wore an ankle-length white kirtle, of white wool, sleeveless, split to her belly.
About her neck I could see a dark ring."
Marauders of Gor, pg.81

bland...itchy...low cut...not fashionable...white
reviling...ankle length...made of wool...convenient...mer rag
suits the purpose...loose garment...without a waist seam...one piece...side stitched
common...a slip like garment...covering...protection...thin

Black Iron collars

"About her neck, was a collar of black iron, with a welded ring,to which a chain might be attached."Marauders of Gor, pg. 85 "'Look up at me,' said the smith. The slender, blond girl, tears in her eyes, looked up at him. He opened the hinged collar of black iron, about a half inch in height. He put it about her throat. It also contained a welded ring, suitable for the attachment of a chain. 'Put your head beside the anvil,' he said. He took her hair and threw it forward, and thrust her neck against the left side of the anvil. Over the anvil lay the joining ends of the two pieces of the collar. The inside of the collar was separated by a quarter of an inch from her neck. I saw the fine hairs on the back of her neck. On one part of the collar are two, small, flat, thick rings. On the other is a single such ring. These rings, when the wings of the collar are joined, are aligned, those on one wing on top and bottom, that on the other in the center. They fit closely together, one on top of the other. The holes in each, about three-eighths of an inch in diameter, too, of course, are perfectly aligned. The smith,with his thumbs, forcibly, pushed a metal rivet through the three holes. The rivet fits snuggly. 'Do not move your head, Bond-maid,' said the smith. Then, with great blows of the iron hammer, he Riveted the iron collar about her throat. A man then pulled her by the hair from the anvil and threw her to one side.She lay there weeping, a naked bond-maid, marked and collared."
Marauders of Gor


hard...maid of iron...taggeed...hinged...attachable chain ring
rivited...marked...dark...cold...heavy
reminder...owned...identification...rough...property
shackled...controlled..firm...modification...adorned



Brand of the North

"The brand used by Forkbeard, found rather frequently in the north,consisted of a half circle, with at its right tip, adjoining it, a steep, diagonal line. The half circle is about an inch and a quarter in width, and the diagonal line about an inch and a quarter in height. The brand is, like many, symbolic. In the north, the bond-maid is sometimes referred to as a woman whose belly lies beneath the sword."
Marauders of Gor

1/2 circle with diagonal line....symbolic... ownership...defines a person a bond...marked
identifying mark...hot...burning...scared...tagged
unique...common...raised...damaged...stamped
fancy logo...establish a significant...embedded...ridged...designed



Pony Tails /Braids

bondmaids typically wore their hair down and loose as described in the books, but would also have tied it back in simple braid/s or ponytail/s to work.  

The girls, though collared in the manner of Torvaldsland, and serving men, were fully clothed. Their kirtles of white wool,
smudged and stained with grease, fell to their ankles; they hurried about; they were barefoot; their arms, too, were bare; their
hair was tied with strings behind their heads, to keep it free from sparks; their faces were, on the whole, dirty, smudged
with dirt and grease; they were worked hard;
Mauders of Gor

decorative...alluring...convenient...wrapped...hairdo
unique...style...fashionable...simple....weaved
plated...put up...sleek...modern...elegant
messy...pulled back/aside...on-trend
loose/tight...free style...pretty twist...sleek...complements

What, if any, do you think bonds wear on their feet? Inside? Outside? If any, describe it and/or add quote.

INSIDE--barefoot  

inside and outside in the warmer months (the bottom of their feet get dirty so they have to keep them clean all the time and keep the Hold clean so feet don't get real dirty pure thinks at the doorway off to the side would be a place a wash basin and towels
so they could clean their feet..pure would think also the pads of their feet would be tough so they would have to keep them soft by applying lotion to them so when in the furs with a Jarl he would not feel their roughness)

Male thralls turned the spits over the long fire; female thralls, bond-maids, served the tables. The girls, though col-lared in the manner of Torvaldsland, and serving men, were fully clothed. Their kirtles of white wool, smudged and stained with grease, fell to their ankles; they hurried about; they were barefoot; their arms, too, were bare; their hair was tied with strings behind their heads, to keep it free from sparks; their faces were, on the whole, dirty, smudged with dirt and grease; they were worked hard; Bera, I noted, kept much of an eye upon them; one girl, seized by a warrior, her waist held, his other hand sliding upward from her ankle beneath the single garment permitted her, the long, stained woolen kirtle, making her cry out with pleasure, dared to thrust her lips eagerly, furtively, to his; but she was seen by Bera; orders were given; by male thralls she was bound and, weeping, thrust to the kitchen, there to be stripped and beat-en; I presumed that if Bera were not present the feast might have taken a different turn; her frigid, cold presence was, doubtless, not much welcomed by the men. But she was the woman of Svein Blue Tooth. I supposed, in time, normally, she would retire, doubtless taking Svein Blue Tooth with her.
Marauders....chapter 13

OUTSIDE--Flat-heeled boots of fur or wrapped rags would have been worn except in high summer when the weather permits bare feet

could not find a quote on this but is what pure would think would be allowed if the Owner permitted so

Jarl...girl has finished Training Packet One she prays she done it in a timely manner to suit you...thank you for pointing out some of her flaws and unfinished thinking...
Thinking of you
pure


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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sat Jun 16, 2018 11:38 am

you did well after some corrections or My thoughts
Soon you shall test upon it, be ready.
I will note that the fact that you think to start making the recipe from the very beginning, going to the market, is enjoyable to read. Most would have started in the kitchen which is fine, but you took it another step.
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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sat Jun 16, 2018 7:48 pm

yes Jarl thank you Jarl
it did say to make sure
to role play it all out
planning then doing
pure thought you have to
start from the very beginning

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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sun Jun 17, 2018 12:27 pm

Not complaining, it's a compliment
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PostSubject: Re: Training Part One   Sun Jun 17, 2018 12:36 pm

yes Jarl

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