Advancement in the Sa Sa'ng Fori

Unfortunately, I haven't gotten to update this as soon as I hoped that I would. In fact, shortly after I promised to bring you new and interesting news regarding Jaem and Valleri's blog... real life reared it's ugly, cruel head into my presence. Unfortunately, there was an accident in my house IRL, and I had to take some time off for them. They're recovering right now. My father is still in the hospital, and my mother in a nursing home.

Yesterday I decided to take a little bit of time for myself and I took the weekend off from worrying, and decided that it would be nice to see some friends in Second Life. I signed on, and it was a wonderful thing that I did so! Yesterday, I was able to participate in the celebration of my sister Eva's advancement. She is now serving the tribe as En, and both Jaem and I are very glad for her. Oh. I should probably mention, at this point, I've gone back to the Sa Sa'ng Fori (which is probably one of my better roleplay decisions lately.)

In other news, I'm a pleased to announce that I have been promoted to Sa Sa'ng Fori Shadow. In many ways the Sa Sa'ng Fori seems to be evolving. I'm looking forward to spending a little bit more time back in camp, and hunting among my sisters again.

- Valleri

PS: if you happen to see this, please pray for my family.

The Wonderful World of Sais

"This town is part of the Vosk League. It is located west of Ar's Station, Jort's Ferry, Point Alfred, Jasmine, and Siba." - angelfire.com on Sais.

It's safe to say that Sais isn't like ANY other city that I've visited so far. Sais, is very much a very by-the-book sim, but at the same time treats it's people very, very well. Everyone from the red caste to the red silk is treated with respect and care. This is probably the first time that I've actually understood why a by-the-book sim is preferred by so many. The honor, the pride, the glory of the village filled the pixelated air. It is the first city that I've come across along the Vosk River that hasn't been taken over by pirates, panthers, outlaws or mercenaries. I was warned that Sais wasn't going to be an easy stay, and in order to keep myself safe I had to tell quite a few lies, this included my name, homestone and caste. Two of which I don't even posess. When I first came to Sais there were a set of men there, eager to greet me. One of the men escorted me into the city and set me up with a kajira tour guide (a lovely kajira.) When I first asked about lodging, I was under the impression that the inn was in the tavern, as so many things are. We discussed what would be of me, back and forth a few times before he insisted that my drinks and lodging were on his tab. For his generosity I owed to him a salve which I sent with the kajira before I went to bed, (logged off.)

I was given a tour by the pretty kajira. She showed me the village, the bakery, the various places where the castes practice and the residental area. What I found especially interesting was the tavern. There are very strict rules, as not only are unescorted freewomen not allowed to enter, but white silk slaves are also forbidden to enter. I was VERY VERY impressed, and pleased that white silk kajiras were so well protected. :) We finally ended our tour at the infirmary, where the inn is actually located. Since the kajira wasn't entirely sure how to get into the inn, we stopped and talked to the neighborhood scribe. This was where the majority of lying took place. While I am a merchant of sorts, and I do live in walking distance of Corcyrus it is not my homestone, nor is the gold and white caste mine. As I was wearing a green colored dress he asked me if I was of caste. When I told him no, he told me that it wasn't anything a bit of studying wouldn't fix. I then told him my secret Gorean ambition on second life... and that would be... that if I were to pick a caste... I'd be.. A LAWYER!

*GASP!*

He then told me that there is a training academy called the Gorean Legal Academy. OOC, I immediately joined their group and dropped my jaw. Guess where I'm gonna get my education on! You guessed GLA? You guessed right! I wonder if talunas have lawyers... :) (Probably not, as they are basically ex-slaves living as outlaws.) Regardless it can't hurt to look into it, right? Shortly after the friendly scribe added me as a friend and I prayed to God he would still think I was a worthy person to converse with after he saw my profile, (Which mind you, explains that I am NOT a pretty freewoman merchant from Corcyrus, and that I actually go by my username, "Valleri.") Last night ended with my stripping down to my underwear, (Which definately looks like kajira clothing, as it's just a corset and panties) and snuggling into my nice big bed. My first day in Sais was wonderful. I was hopeful that it would be just as lovely in the morning... and it was. :)

In the morning I headed out to the women's pavilion (a lovely, and MUCH less misogynist alternative to the tavern. My feminist self didn't enjoy the segregation, but very much enjoyed that I didn't have to listen to men drool over kajiras. There I met a recently freed ex-slave who was mourning the lost of her lover. It was sortly after that in which I decided it was time for an RL swim and a gri'lled cheese sandwich. When I signed back on, I shocked to see that there was a kajira who I had met earlier who was down to 25% health with a rock drawn. I looked to my left and low-and-behold the tavern was on fire. The kajira and I did our best to put out the flames, roleplaying carrying heavy buckets of water into the tavern and doucing the flames over crunchy arrowheads. There must have been a massive raid before I woke up because the lag was rediculous. When we were finished putting out the fire the sim called for a restart. That was when I roleplayed walking to the gate and leaving, as there was no way I was going to be able to actually, really leave in 60 seconds.

Overall, my stay in Sais was lovely. I wish that more Gorean sims could be as wonderful as this sim was. They were honorable, respectful, classy even. And, as close to the books as someone could realistically get. The people are so friendly from the red castes (which I usually fear and hate) to the freewomen and even the kajriae! I highly suggest a visit, and if your own sim recently folded, that you check out this place - as it's awesome! :)

Valleri's Rating of Win: ********** (out of ten of course.)

- Valleri


**Image belongs to jozie.net/gor

Valleri's Trip to Jort's Ferry

"This is a town located on the Vosk River. It is a member of the Vosk League; 19 river towns united against river piracy on the Vosk. It is similar to any of the city-states of ancient Earth Greece." - jozie.net on Jort's Ferry

My trip to Jort's Ferry was not what my Earthian self expected at all. In Jort's Ferry there is very little with the exception of the camps that outline the lands and the infermary. Even the most rural of sims generally have an inn or a tavern or somewhere "safe," so I wasn't expecting this at all. When I first stepped off the ship, onto the lands I wondered around for a little bit, looking for a tavern, an inn or a non-combat zone I could get some roleplay. I followed the signs to the infermary, thinking that there's probably something up there. Was I wrong, oohhhh was I wrong. I felt my RL self panic. I wanted to make sure that I stayed where I was, incase my sisters needed to find me - as I was sure to give Jaem a copy of my schedule before I left. Oh, and one of the most precious parts of this? My tribe has specific enemies in Jort's Ferry. As a matter of fact, the first time I ever went there I was a kajira and I went OOC, in the market so that I could be sure to get my damn bow (Shameless plug: Bow of Lazarus for $1L in the market of Jort's Ferry!) because I was scared that someone would see me and get suspecious.

Alas, the closest Jort's Ferry has to a tavern is a sign at their dock that says "Jort's Ferry Tavern" on top of the market for RP trade items. I ended up making a few discoveries, some of which I wont post here because I don't want to disclose any secrets for people who live there. After I realized that I wasn't going to find shit out there I found a tent that I decided to self-roleplay a little in. I took off my shoes, since I was wearing heeled boots, my cloak and my veil. I then took my hair down since I figured it would be a bit unrealistic for me to run around with my hair in a perfectly placed bun.

After sitting around there for a little while I decided to do some roleplay, that typically wouldn't be in my character to do unless I was desperate... and was I desperate. o.o I drew a panga that I RP'd stealing from the capitan on the way over,(Yeah, not the best roleplay I've ever done, but I wasn't about to play the poor helpless free woman game when I knew I was on heated ground.) and headed over to a set of houses that I found when I first started exploring Jort's Ferry. There, in a fenced community were three houses. A red house, a blue house and a yellow house. There was also a bosk off to one side and a fire in the center, with logs on it to sit. On the other side of the establishment there was an auction block. Seeing this made me shiver a little bit in my Victorian style dress. It was at this time that I decided to RP stealing something to eat, and placing it over the fire in the middle.

Now, the entire time that I was in this sim I was scared shitless, and wanted nothing but to leave. Jort's Ferry, obviously to people who actually know what they're doing, is a place made for combative role play. However, the way that I was roleplaying my stay in Jort's Ferry was that I couldn't leave until morning, because that was when the ship that I paid for was coming into port. I eventually settled somewhere when I was reading my friend's RP from earlier in the day and noticed that the locals had became hip to my being there via mini-map (as I have enemies there, they probably thought I was scouting.)

Eventually, I gave up and decided that since it was past midnight I could leave instead of making myself crazy, not wanting to stay online and moved on to my next location (which you get to read about tomorrow!) Moral of this story - Jort's Ferry isn't a vacation destination. :P

**Image belongs to jozie.net

The rise of brutalism in Gor; a slave's perspective.

It seems to me that those who can roleplay do and those who can't kill. And I'm not talking about justified kills here. Death was a large part of Gorean life; it happened every day. However, it seems like killing has become an answer to a lack of an imagination, or to a poor roleplay, or to getting someone you didn't want from a raid.

Killing someone isn't the solution to all but a few roleplays; it's the failure of most. I can't stress this enough. I, personally, have had my character for two and a half years, and have only died two times...both of which happened in the same week, and both were but a month ago. For some solid numbers to get you thinking, SL-Gor has a population of roughly 16,000 people. There is at least one death every hour. Not including peak hours, in which kills spike anywhere from five to fifteen kills an hour, that makes 24 characters dead a day. Not everyone is like me; willing to say the Priest Kings somehow magically revived them. Some people will stop playing Gor. Some people will have to begin entirely new characters. Some people may leave roleplay all together.

There are ways to avoid death in Gor. Do something creative; I have heard of a panther tribe that would dress men up in silks and release them on the outskirts of other panthers' hunting lands, and if they could make it to the other side of the sim and back they were freed. I've read people who would post captives on crosses displayed in the front of their camp for all to see and fondle and grope and...well, etc, etc.

The point of this post is that life was precious to Goreans. They would find a way, ANY way, to avoid killing someone. Please keep this in consideration while you decide the fate of the poor slaveboy you have in your kennels.

~jaem

**Image is the cover art for the book "Assassins of Gor"

Valleri's Trip to Corcyrus

"This is a city southwest of Ar, which until recently was ruled by a Tatrix, Sheila of Corcyrus. She was deposed for her tyranny,and after a lengthy war, the fortunes of the city are again on the rise. This city is similar to any of the walled city-states of ancient Earth Greece." - jozie.net on Corcyrus

On Saturday night, for a personal reason, I have decided to take a sabbatical to the great unknown... to Valleri at least. As I make my way around Gor I will be updating with what I find. Today I will be talking about Corcyrus, which I visited yesterday.

Corcyrus is a city, which from what I understand, used to be a giant, booming by-the-book sim. Yesterday when I visited that wasn't the case. The entire time that I was in the sim there were about ten people who were online at a time. All mercenaries and slaves, granted they weren't bad guys. Pretty cool. When I originally came to Corcyrus I stumbled on their camp which is adjacent to the city. From what I understand, Corcyrus actually employs the Blackbird Mercenaries to protect the city, so everyone's cool. And Lake Ias, (where my camp resides) has a truce with Corcyrus, so I wasn't worried about getting shot up when I met them. One of the mercenaries, who's name I don't remember anymore, escorted me to where I needed to be.


When I entered the city the only people who where in there were in the tavern. I had been there once before, visiting a freewoman who is now a panther. When I visited the first time women were not allowed into the tavern without an escort, however they were free to visit the tearoom. I couldn't find an inn from where I was standing so I asked a kajira if she knew where I could find the inn. She told me that to my left there was a tavern that I was free to stay in. "Are women free to enter the tavern, girl?" I asked her, questionably. She told me that she believed so, but she didn't seem entirely sure. Shortly after, another kajira came to my side and asked me if she might be of service. She told me that the inn was above the tavern, and what she said after that was a bit confusing. She made it sound like I couldn't enter the inn without an invite to go to the tavern. This was made clear by a female outlaw, who's name I never caught who assured me that all are welcome in the tavern and asked the girl to show me to my room.

I spent the rest of the night roleplaying by myself, making plans to go where I am visiting today. I signed off when Jaem was ready to go to bed, IRL. This morning when I signed in I put my pretty dress on and got ready to head out to today's destination (which you wont know until tomorrow!) On the way out the door I asked a kajirus to let me out. I don't think he realized that I had asked a question, as he asked me if there was any way he could serve me. This boy, if I might add, was a kickass slave. In fact, I'm going to take a few seconds to tell you about the kickassery, so that more slaves might learn to be kick ass.

This kid didn't do the perma-kneel thing. You know, when your slave bobbles up and down every time they move because they're stuck in a kneeling pose. When I first saw him he was standing as he was talking to other slaves, and then it wasn't until he walked up to address me that he went into nadu. When I sat down to be served I told him I wanted cheese and larma juice. He made a few mistakes in his serves, but when he made it, he stood up. How practical! When I was ready to leave, the polite kid walked me to the ship, and (get this) released himself to walk with me! OMFG! I didn't get to tell him WHY I appreciated his service, but I gave him a peice of "hard candy for good slaves." I'm thinking I should start carrying around berries or something, sometimes "candy for good slaves" makes you feel a bit under appreciated when you do so well. I mean, at least Yata got a pastry.

All in all, my trip to Corcyrus wasn't a bad one. I wish more people would have been there to roleplay with but it wasn't a bad time. And those mercenaries were kind of cute, if I might say so. :)

**Image belongs to www.everlastingmyst.com

Jaem's intro post; silly Mistress Valleris and their silliness.

Tal, Masters!
Tal, Mistresses!
Tal, kajirae and kajirii.

If you already know Mistress Valleri, chances are you know me. My name is Jaem (Hikari Nirpaw on SL), taken from James Alexander Scolland by my Mistresses many moons ago, and rapidly approaching three years. I am Gorean born, from Port Kar (the good parts), where my father was an influential and gifted Green. However, as debt started to rack up with the city, the Port arranged for me to be sold into slavery, unwittingly. I escaped the slaver's boat as it was docked in Tharna and ran into the woods as fast as I could. It was there that a young slave named cara tricked me into the camp of the Sa Sa'ng Fori (at that time panthers, now taluna), and with a few bumps in the road, I have mostly been with them ever since, and am fiercely loyal to them.

My interests as far as a slave can have outside of general slavery basically extend to making me more pleasing and valuable. I am enrolled in a kajir school, and the first class I have taken is a dance one, in which I learned MANY forms of dance and how to do most of them. "BUT JAEM," you may say, "HOW on Gor can a kajirus DANCE?!" Very well, thank you, Masters and Mistresses! However, it isn't always as accepted as kajira dance. Something about a lack of breasts making ones' form less appealing....eh. I try to dance often and am, at least outside of a competition setting, normally found veeery pleasing, so if you run into me in SL Gor, feel free to order me to do so! :D

Jaem's myriad of talents.... thought I'd include this. YES, I am, indeed, being a princess by listing this off. However, as this is a blog.....I can get away with it. HAHA! * grins *

-Making Chocolate
-Making Mead
-Dancing
-General Kettle slavery
-New Slave Education
-Pleasure training (and ongoing training... * blushes a bit *)
-field dressing and minor Greenwork
-minor Scribework (reading and writing)
-Ability to speak Gorean, "Earthian", and German

My RP style generally follows as much of the inspiration of the books as it can while still allowing it to develop on its own. For instance, just because specific pastries weren't listed in Gor doesn't mean that a chocolate eclair couldn't exist; all the ingredients were there, either through Acquisition or just natural substitute.

Moreso, I'm a paragraph roleplayer SELECTIVELY. If someone is asking me a yes or no question, I ANSWER with yes or no. Not "/me looks around to see all the fine scenery of fall, eyes twinkling in the sunlight as a few leaves drift by idly. He then looks upward with a slight tilt to his head in curiosity as he listens to Her speak the words She wishes to question him with. After She finishes, he says, 'Yes, Mistress.'" However, I'm not going to serve paga by saying, "/me uncorks the paga bottle and fills a mug, walks back and sets the mug on the table, and shouts,'TADA!!!!!'" A little bit of common sense in scenarios should tell you which is right when, if I may say so without offending any Free....fellow slaves can feel offended if they wish. :P~

Behind the curtain, the smoke, the mirrors, I'm a 20 year old bisexual guy who happens to be really, really, REALLY submissive, and loves to please others...That said, I'm not Doreen. Don't come to my house and melt the doors shut, please? The locks were really expensive. T-T And I can't dance IRL, especially not belly dance. Promise. And though Mistress Valleri will argue, I'm NOT as cute as I appear in SL. Just sayin'.

Thank you for your time, and I look forward to posting again soon.
~Jaem

P.S. The picture in the right hand side happens to be Mistress Valleri and myself in what I would like to call a "grossly cute" pose. :D

Valleri's Introduction!

Hi! My name is Valleri Xue. I'm going to guess that since this is my first blog, that if you're reading this chances are that you're one of my friends from Second Life, but on the off hand chance that you were directed here through one of my tags, I figure I might as well give you an introduction. :)

I was first brought to Gor when a strange blue light popped me from the line at the McDonald's to smack dab in the middle of Lake Ias. I wandered around aimlessly until I was spotted by a recently re-collared kajirus named Jaem. Jaem quickly informed his Mistresses, the Sa Sa'ng Fori taluna tribe, of my presence. Not knowing where I was, confused, and without a weapon of my own, I submitted to the tribe where I served as their kajira for the first month of my stay. While I was in bondage I quickly became friends with the kajirus who first spotted me. He taught me everything I knew about slavery, serving and even dancing.

While I was on my knees the Ens, as well as the talunas, saw that I wasn't made to be a slave and ordered me to construct a bow. For the second Earth month that I was in camp I was taught by my Mistresses how to shoot and, more importantly, how not to be shot. I even, on a rare occasion, went in disguise as a taluna to obtain my Mistresses freedom. My collar was finally removed by Ellia, who at the time was the En Bow. After many failed attempts, she found that I was quick enough with a bow to rise to my feet. She told me to burn my camisk and pray that I never felt the cold steel of a collar again... and I did exactly that, as I stood for the first time since coming to Gor.

I became a bambina (pledge) of the tribe, and I grew to understand the Gorean culture and the subcultures (and a few of the counter cultures) which lived on my new home. I also defended our camp, making a few trades with slavers and even collared my own slave. By the end of June 2010 I had advanced in the tribe as a full taluna. As such, Valleri now works to network and make friends and allies for herself and the tribe. She is also narcoleptic and is on a mission to make bosk burgers and sul fries.

I have a more descriptive backstory, but as most Goreans don't give a flying fuck about Earth we'll just start there, shall we? My role-play goes in a few different directions. I am not a by the book role-player; I believe that my role-play is organic, and fresh. It is a new story in the world of Gor, as I'm not re-inacting any of the "old scrolls" or pretending to be Tarl Cabot's neighbor. However, at the same time a story wouldn't be a story without a solid foundation. I try to make my role-play make sense for my character. For example, I don't particularly care to enslave women. As a taluna, I see women as being worth more than just collar hangers or sex objects. Women are worth more than the patriarchy that is Gorean society gives them credit for. This being said, I have NO problem collaring a man. This is because as a taluna I don't trust men, and as a feminist Earth woman, I find Gorean men to be... well, frankly, full of shit. Someone's got to knock them off their high kaissa, might as well be me! However, in the event that I met a slave girl who genuinely wished to serve me, and felt that serving was what she LOVED to do, I would by no means stop her.

Behind the keyboard, I am a twenty-one year old college student, studying theatre in the United States. When I'm not role-playing I enjoy binge drinking, over-eating, sleeping until 3 pm EST, collecting/trading/battling Pokemon cards, shopping for vintage clothing and anything that could have existed during the 60s or the 70s, collecting Monkees memorabilia and knitting. I'm a feminist hippie (yeaah, you wish I was trollin') who supports the Socialist Party, USA. As I mentioned before, I am in a real life relationship with Jaem, (Hikari Nirpaw.) And no, he's not my slave in real life... but sometimes it's fun to pretend. ;)

I that about sums it up for today. Jaem's turn to post next!