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PostSubject: 7/1/18-7/7/18   Mon Jul 02, 2018 8:29 am

07.01.2018
09:56:02

making a fish net (Part 1)



~~pure hears the horns blowing announcing the arrival of the trade ship...she has been waiting for this ship for a while...she walks to the docks just as the ship is laying anchor next to the docks...she keeps out of the way as they lowers the gang plank...she waits with patience for the Captain to comes ashore...she needs to know if the box she has been waiting for is on boards the ship...after waiting what seems likes ahns...in fact has only been ehns the Captain and some of his crew walk from the gang plank to docks


~~~she approaches the Captain who looks towards her...he seems to be annoyed but could also just be tired...she tell him who she is  and asks if he has a box for her...he takes a scroll from one of his crew and looks down the list...he finds my name upon it then smiles towards me and nods his head "Yes we do have your box...I will get one of the men to get it for you" she returns his smiles and thanks him

~~one of the men standing next to the Captain is told to gets her box then walks off to make sure that his ship is secured properly to the dock...the other man walks back on board the ship and disappears into the cargo area of the ship...only to emerge a few ehns later carrying whats turns out to be her box

~~he hands pure her box she thanks him and tells him Jarl Thunderbolt will be here soon to pay the shipping cost then she runs up to the Hold...after entering it she close the door and pulls off her red cape and her boots placing them where they belong then she sits cross legged on a fur in front of the fire place...in the Main Hall...she opens the box and checks to make sure all she has ordered is within the box

~~takes from the box...two 1/4 stone spools of 20/9 sea island cotton twine...one net craft wheel is pulled from the box...next a 1lb spool of No. 84 3/16" cotton seine twine...she places that upon the other spools...next is pulled out a bark cloth bag holding 13l bs of 1 oz leads...another bark cloth bag contains one metal thimble...a No.1 swivel...1 sardine shuttle...a gage 2" mesh (stretched)...at the bottom of the box are the scrolls of instructions...she starts reading them and hopes that she can make this proper

~~seeing the shuttle that has been threaded with double twine...she starts making the knots...its a slow process but after a while the first two rows have been constructed...as she starts the third row she starts widening the loops using the Risers...making sure that they are evenly spaced around the rows...11 for each row...she makes sure that the first Riser is placed to the right of the "loose end" also called the draw string

~~she looks up that's when she notices how dark the Main Hall is looking...she had been so absorbed in what she was doing that she hadn't realized that night had fallen after lighting a couple of tharlarian oil lamps she places one close to where she is working the other upon the table then sitting cross legged she is eager to get this finished

~~after she finishes off that row with the wideners she makes two rows without the wideners...remembers what she got told about keeping the tension the same from start to finish...she starts the next row and adding the Widners to it making sure that they are in the same positions on that row as what they were on the first row she had used them...pure makes sure that the next two rows are knotted on the inside not the outside otherwise the tie string won't work properly...she makes sure that every third row has the wideners in it and she makes very certain that they are in the same position as the rows before them

~~she continue making the cast net she start to yawn and realizes how long she has been working...she looks over to one of the bonds who long ago fell asleep..watching her...she places her work upon the floor before her then standing she stretches...she takes a blanket down from the hook the bond girl must have place it upon and walking over to the the girl pure cover her with it to keep her warm...she places some more wood upon the fire  she lays down upon the fur she had been sitting on thinking that she will finish the net hopefully some time tomorrow...she is soon fast asleep

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PostSubject: Re: 7/1/18-7/7/18   Mon Jul 02, 2018 8:44 am

07.02.2018
09:31:32

making a net (Part 2)



~~she wakes up notices the other bond has disappeared and the blanket hung back up on the hook...pure rises and walks to the kitchen and get her a bowl of gruel and tops it with some honey also toasts a end of a loaf of bread and a small cup of bosk milk...she quickly eats cause she wishes to finish the net today

~~after eating she cleans up her mess and then goes to brush her teeth wash her face then combs her long golden hair...pinches her cheeks...arranges the kirtle so more thigh is shown...she bends forward and wiggles her breasts so they fit snug in the garment...stands turns about looking at her self in the mirror and smiles...she sashays out to the Main Hall and takes her place back near the fire place up on the tiny fur

~~pure pulls the net closer to her...she makes sure that its laid out flat then continues to work on it hoping to gets it finished today...she starts attaching the starting loops to the outside of the special thimble and using the No. 16 soft twine she whips it over securely

~~starts attaching the 28 brails one for each line of risers...while the other girls serve their Jarls pure keeps working on the net wanting to gets it  finished today she  pulls each of the brails to the under side of the net so that it will flatten out when its cast...she makes sure that each of the brails is attached to a swivel so that the net will turn when cast

~~she use double twine on the last 3 rows to give the net more strength then looking at it she smiles to herself...never having made a fishing net before she lays it flat upon the floor and measures it...It measures 1 ah-ral and 2 ah-ils in diameter...so should be a good size, now all she has to do is to learn how to casts it...she laughs to herself...lol

~~pure moves her hand over the finished net making sure there are no imperfections...checking that all the 17 rows of knots are securely in place and that the risers and wideners are secured in their place...then smiling at her handy work



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PostSubject: Re: 7/1/18-7/7/18   Tue Jul 03, 2018 12:58 pm

07.03.2018
13:32:43

filling the Free Women's bath house and Free Man's bath house





~~grabbing the empty pails..pure hums as she makes her way to the river...stepping in the water knee deep and filling the pails with fresh water...she turns and heads back to the bath house...humming lightly...until the weight of the pails and the steepness of the hill begins to make it difficult to take a proper breath

~~she struggles to take a proper breath she feels the muscles in her arms begin to burn and beads of sweat start to form on her forehead...putting her head down and willing her body to keep going...she begins to feel the handles of the pail dig into her fingers...pushing her legs to make it up to the bath house she breaths a deep breath as she reaches the platform outside the door of the Free women’s bathhouse...moving to set one pail down she opens the door with her free hand and carries the full pail into the bath house before returning to grab the other and bring it in as well she makes this trip several times

~~breathing deep...wiping the sweat from her brow and stretching her back she prepares herself for the next trip....deciding that it might be easier to make two trips instead of one she enters the Free men’s bathhouse and finds an empty pail there...making her way back down the hill she enters the river as before...filling the pail...and then turning to return up the hill with the pail in one hand

~~less than half way up the weight of the pail begins to cause an ache in her arms....she tries switching arms and makes it a bit further before that arm also begins to ache...moving the pail to her front...she grabs the handle with both hands and trudges up the hill...the bump of her thighs against the pail causes some of the water to spill out of the sides...she makes it to the flat surface and breathes a sigh of relief at being off the hill...entering the Free man’s bathhouse...she sets the full pail down and sighs deeply again as the grabs the empty one and prepares for several more trips

~~heading down the hill and letting the pail swing in her hand...as she is too tired to carry it properly pure enters the water again enjoying the cool refreshing feel of the water and wished that the pails felt as weightless in her arms as her body feels in the water

~~filling the pail she leaves out the water and makes her last trip back up the hill....holding the handle of the pail in two hands...allowing the body of the pail to rest against her stomach...and taking her time to make it up the hill....pausing on occasion to catch her breath and rest her weary arms and legs...making it back to the door of the Men’s bath house..she enters...places the pail on the floor...and leaves the now full pails there ready for use...she sighs with relief that this chore is complete

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PostSubject: Re: 7/1/18-7/7/18   Wed Jul 04, 2018 8:35 am

07.04.2018
09:12:48

creepy crawlies in the vegetable garden






~~entering the garden to collect fresh vegetables pure is shocked to see small insects crawling around the garden and and on the food...she drops her basket to the ground and runs into the Kitchen thinking that she should put on some water to boil and then pour the hot water on the vegetables

~~she then realizes that may do nothing but kill the entire garden...she instead sprints to the corner and grabs the broom before running back outside...taking gentle care she begins to sweep the bugs away from the vegetables

~~dusting them onto the ground...however...she notices that once the bugs land on the ground they are moving faster...probably because they have been disturbed...they begin to crawl towards her and then back towards the vegetables...

~~shrieking  pure takes the broom and begins to sweep the bugs crawling in the dirt out of the range of the garden...trying to keep them from crawling on her not knowing what else to do pure begins to beat the bugs into the ground

~~using the broom as if it is a weapon she raises it above her head and hits the ground repeatedly until the last bug has stopped moving....winded but satisfied she picks up her basket of vegetables

~~pure walks back to the Hold returns the broom to the Kitchen...washes the vegetables puts the basket away and the vegetable she cuts up putting them in a big pot of bosk broth for she is making Vegetable Soup today for dinner

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PostSubject: Re: 7/1/18-7/7/18   Thu Jul 05, 2018 11:47 am

07.05.2018
11:38:43

wiping tables in Main Hall/ serving Kal-da to a visiting Mistress






~~pure walks around the Main Hall wiping down the tables making sure they are clean for dinner time...the other bonds are sweeping and restocking the fire places and gathering dishes and vessels to be washed

~~a Mistress that is seated by the window says to pure ”I would like a Kal-da...and please will you see if you can find a reed for me so I can sip it without my lips being hurt by the strong spices and the heat" pure bobs her head gently as she giggles “yes Mistress Kal-da with a reed…” she purrs softly as she turns upon her toes and goes to the kitchen

~~purrs softly as she moves to the kitchen her hips sway as she moves kirtle swirls about her ankles gently caressing her skin with each movement...settling on her toes she peeks about the kitchen...looking over the barrels they have laid out...some of mead...some of ale...steely eyes come to rest on the bottles of Ka-la-na the Mistress watches the girl walk gracefully to the kitchen

~~pure cants her head a bit as lithe fingers caress the bottle as she reaches for it....rolling it through her fingers looking over the label...Ka-a-na of Ar...bobbing her head a bit settling on the bottle she held...bringing the bottle to her lips she took the cork in her teeth....cants her head a bit as lithe fingers caress the bottle as she reaches for it. Rolling it through her fingers looking over the label, Ka-La-Na of Ar, bobbing her head a bit settling on the bottle she held. Bringing the bottle to her lips she took the cork in her teeth

~~pure wiggles a bit as she works the cork in her teeth...as the cork pops from the bottle the smell of the sweet wine hit her nose...the taste lingered on the cork....setting the bottle to the side she smiles as she looks about the kitchen again....looking for the topsit juice...canting her head as she looks over the decanters laid out

~~takes each decanter and sniffs them...setting the sour topsit juice and the larma juice to the side next to the bottle of Ka-la-na...humming gently as she peeks over the spices they had laid out grabbing the cinnamon and nutmeg setting them next to the decanters of juices

~~she purrs softly as she looks about folding at her waist as she moves about the kitchen looking for a copper pot...tilting her head to the side steely gaze looking over the pot...after checking the pot over for dings or dents she set it close to the fire....reaching for the Ka-la-na she sniffs it softly and beams brightly as she peeks about debating on taking a taste...she knew better

~~pure tilts her head to the other side...as she pours the deep red wine into the copper pot...velvet lips part as she breathes in the aroma of the Ka-la-na...sweet fruit wine of Ar...getting the pot to the heat she grasps the cinnamon taking a large spoonful and pouring it into the Ka-la-na...doing the same with the nutmeg...she sniffs the concoction scrunching her nose

~~pure snaps her fingers looking for the hot pepper powder...the brew didn’t smell strong enough yet...she pours some into the mix looking to give the drink it’s full bodied flavor and warming properties....looking like a mad scientist she reaches for the decanters as the steam rises from the copper pot

~~her pouring the Topsit juice in...she bounces a bit in the kitchen excited for the way her drink will turn out...adding Larma juice to the mix as well purring softly....allowing it to boil away a bit...as she looks for a footed bowl...bending down looking for a small reed for the Mistress....setting it next to the footed bowl

~~pure finding the ladle dipping it slowly into the copper pot careful not to touch the bottom with the ladle not taking the spices into the bowl...steam rises from the footed bowl as she takes it in lithe fingers....heat coming from the bowl she thinks better of it grabbing a reap cloth....curling it about the bowl to protect the Mistress’ fingers and her’s

~~the Mistress twiddles her fingers just checking if pure was still there...pure taking the reed in her one finger and thumb as she sets her hips to sway coming back to the table peeking up at the Mistress as she gracefully holds out the footed bowl and speaks gently “Mistress your Kal-da...may it remind you of the days in Tharna when the silver masks fell.”

~~pure holds the tiny reed in her fingers to the Mistress as well..to protect her lips...the Mistress smiles as pure returns and takes the steaming bowl from her thankful to have the cloth to hold it.. moves her veil and sips the wine through the reed...”Oh my she gasps this is hot in every way but soo good...lease remind me not to have too much pure”

~~and the Mistress speaks again...“Thank you well served”...pure beams brightly and purrs softly “yes Mistress she will make sure and thank you Mistress” and asks if she can get the Mistress anything else...the Mistress waves her hand for pure to go away...pure nods and turns and goes to finish wiping down the tables in the Main Hall happy to have been able to serve in the Hold Jarl's home

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PostSubject: Re: 7/1/18-7/7/18   Fri Jul 06, 2018 7:55 am

07.06.2018
08:31:02

pure tells a story to the Hold Jarl

about Mars a panther girl



~~pure kneels in front of the Hold Jarl off to the right...she had just served him his dinner and he was now relaxing with a blackwine to unwind the busy day...he askes pure to tell him a story...she smiles and adjusts her kneel and she begins after clearing her throat..the story goes like this....

~~the Luna Jerag (sisters of the moons) began with a violent confrontation in the notorious tribe called the Verus Var...this tribe was the home of the finest bows in Gor...but they were harsh... unforgiving...and savage...Mars...the eventual founder of the Lunas...and the Var En got in an argument about a kajira...and the other Var gunned her down and pulled her to the outskirts of their territory....as she limped off...Mars vowed that she would never again be in a tribe that would turn on its own sisters.

~~In the Var...Mars had been a scout...and knew Gor territory well....she knew of a dense swamp... one that males would never enter...in a land called Terra de Luna....this land was the home of a large and aggressive outlaw clan named the Askari...once...long ago...Mars had rescued the Askari matriarch from being capped...and she negotiated a peace treaty and made the decision to form a new tribe...one that was different than those that came before...the tribe would be founded on the concept of sisterhood...and loyalty to each other

~~Mars persuaded a core group of panthers who were close to her to come on this venture...Zarah, Katana...Terr...Eclair...Kit, and Shi courageously left their tribes and homes and followed Mars into the swamp....the swamp proved to be an excellent home...discouraging males from entering...and offering escape routes if a large raid materialized

~~the nature of the tribe attracted positive attention...and numbers quickly grew...soon..the Lunas started leaving the swamp and going out on raids...they learned more about the swamp...and the nature of the fruits and flowers that grew there

~~throughout these early times...the Askari...though having a peace treaty with the Luna...were routinely insulting and aggressive....one evening Mars returned home with a small raiding party to find Shi leading a battle against a much larger Askari force...it seems that the outlaws had finally crossed the line and violence had erupted....however...the battle did not go as the Askari had expected...the battle hardened Lunas wiped the field with their forces and quickly overran their keep...the same thing happened the following night. ..the Askari were no longer in charge of their own lands

~~being males...this situation was not tolerable to them...and they began burning their huts and messing up the swamp anytime we were not around....efforts to calm things down were to no avail... and the decision was made to leave Terra de Luna.

~~one of the interesting elements of panther life is that tribes often make friends with the people they raid the most...the Lunas were very fond of raiding the Dijans...with their complex fort and rolling hills...their lands were well known to the Luna...and the existence of the large and dense swamp...also uninhabited...became of great interest

~~Mars and her officers approached the Dijan leadership about moving to Lake Ias...this idea was embraced by the Dijan... who knew the Luna were honorable and skilled panthers...so,..one moonless night...the Luna took their belongings...got into their canoes...and paddled to Lake Ias...not to raid... but to live...the new swamp was even more beautiful than the old one...and the Dijan were certainly more beautiful than the Askaris

~~the tribe continued to flourish...and Luna raiding skills were unparalleled...the Luna’s secret was a signaling system, which allowed coordinated movement and attacks...the Lunas nearly always attacked camps with many more defenders than panthers attacking...however...due to the coordination...and excellent bow skills thanks to training from Niccole and Eclair...they very rarely lost a raid

~~such success would make any En happy...but Mars had always been a free spirit....scouting suited her far more than leading a large and robust tribe...her sisters saw that she was unhappy and tried to help...and to cheer her up...Mars continued to withdraw...and began to go out on journeys by herself... much to the tribe’s distress

~~it was in the middle of the night and the tribe was asleep...the swamp was calm and fragrant with summer blossoms...Mars awoke and stepped out into the blazing moonlight...the Crone and the Huntress were both full...as if in a dream...the En gathered her bow and few possessions and kissed her sleeping slave girl on the forehead....walking silently to the tied up canoes...she picked the one she had used to go to Terra de Luna so long ago....pushing out into the still...silver water...she sat a moment with her head bowed in thought...then...she picked up her paddle and sailed away...she did not look back....The End


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PostSubject: Re: 7/1/18-7/7/18   Sat Jul 07, 2018 8:47 am

07.07.2018
09:32:28

cleans the Main Hall after a night of Drunkenness



~~slips into the hall...sighing as she sees the sight before her within the dim long hall...keeping the doors open to let in some light and to air out what seems to be vomit smell she shook her head as she sets to work on the impossible task that was laid out before her by the two drunken Jarls who are now suffering with major hangover this morning...gently she removes her kirtle so not to ruin it she turns about and starts by lighting the torches and rekindling the fire it within the hearth to start the morning cooking and such to prepare for the day

~~moving closer to the rugs she looks them over...vomit stained the fur and that wasn't going to be easy to clean...for the smell alone was turning her stomach...biting her lip she takes the corners of two of the rugs and drags them outside...gasping and coughing...she fans the air before her face as she turns back inside for the rest of the rugs...she shook her head again causing the golden locks of her hair to flow about her shoulders as she moves

~~turns about in the room she gathers all the dirty dishes and takes them to the sink area of the kitchen and places them into the basin as she moves and fills the kettle with water to heat for mopping and scrubbing...straightening the benches as she walks about the hall...she curses loudly as she suddenly trip over a discarded tankard under one of the benches...wincing she takes it and tosses it to the side...wincing again as the clay struck the wall...shattering...groans about the added mess she just made

~~she got back to her feet...hobbles a little as she fetches the broom and starts to sweep up the mess and dust...disposing the broken tankard making a mental note to have it replaced she moves back to the kettle...pouring half into the sink basin to soak the dishes...while she adds the other half into a pail to mop the floors...fetching a tospit she gently peels away the sides and squeezes the juice from it...adding a little fresh sent to the water to help freshen the hall

~~smiling she goes and gets the scrub brushes and starts on the task of scrubbing out the floors... moving across the planks on her hands and knees...she hums to herself as she works...smiles as she soon reaches the end of the floor as she peers out the doors to see the sun rising high...nodding she uses the water in the pail to help rinse some of the rugs before taking them down to the river for a good scrubbing as she splashes the water over them

~~sighing she turns back into the hall and to work on the dishes that was still soaking in the basin... using a rep clothe she scrubs and polishes each piece til there was no grime to be seen...setting them upon their shelves before deciding that its time to tend to the vomit covered rugs that laid outside

~~ stepping out she kept the doors open so to let the hall to finish airing out as she grabs the rugs and drags them down to the river...ignoring the fact that she wasn't wearing a kirtle she tosses the rugs into the water...cursing as a small wave splashes upon her...rolling her eyes she dunks the rugs into the water several times rinsing out the rugs as she makes sure that the vomit was no longer upon the fur rugs...nodding in approval she drags the heavy soaked furs over to the clothesline for them to drip dry before they have to be replaced for the evening meal

~~nodding as she took all in accounted for she heads back up to the hall to fetch her kirtle to dawn back on once she takes a thorough soaking at the water hole and before anyone takes note of her absence

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