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nella -> Gorean role play play by post. (9/9/2005 4:01:11 AM)
Inspired from a discussion i wanted to make this tread. This is a play by post RPG, that means the play is done whit posting what your charecter do and say as a post, is is almost as if writing a fanfiction together. The RPG will be freeform, that will mean there is to Game Master that will dictate how things are going, but pleese, no godlike charecters, no trolling the other players, and no charecters that would not be on Gor. This is a Role Playing Game, make belive, to avoid anyone getting hurt i would strongly prefer that anyone wanting to play, make themself a charecter instead of creating themself on Gor. You can be a male warrior in this game even if you are a female peace activist in real life. None that are enslaved, sold, boght or similar here are so in real life, their charecters are, not them. You can have as many charecters as you wish. The setting is a smal town on one of the trade routes to Ar, but the story might change the location or take place in several locations, if any have any questions, just mail me. One final note. This is for fun, it is not meant to insult any Goreans or anything else, the real lfie Goreans live a lifstyle based on the setting in the Gor books, this is mearly a game in that setting. Have fun.

nella -> RE: Gorean role play play by post. (9/9/2005 4:12:30 AM)
THe town was a smal but active comunity, houses stood is smal clusters along neatly orderd streets. It was large enough to ahve a full marketplace, and many travelers that were going to and frow Ar went by this place. A light breese refreshed the many pepole wandering around town, and the sound of children luaghing could be heard. The peace was sudderly broken when a caravan of eight vagons, a merchant train rolled into the squere market place. This was a common enough sight, and none of the playing children botherd looking up from their games to come have a look, at most the train got a glance as pepole looked up from their chores to find out what was going on. Ivory stepped of the wagon she had rented transport to this town in and drew a deep breath of fresh air. Not mutch could be seen of her, she wore a long black and red dress, and a head pice whit a dark vail, an expensive silver pin whit lapis lazuli bridged the head pice and the vail over her nose and ivory and gold bangels cliked around her wrists, making her as quite rich, understandably though, as her red dress marked her as perhaps a dauther of one of the warrior caste. She smiled as she thinks of her rather strange name Ivory, indeed she was the duagther of a warrior, a warrior and his favorite slave girl, and that girl had been aloved to choose the baby`s named and had named her from her homeworld, Earth. Oh well, few here understood the word anyway, for them it was just a strange name. Ivory went to get her bag, said her goodbyes to the wagon driver and went looking for an in.

Furr -> RE: Gorean role play play by post. (9/16/2005 12:44:17 AM)
As she looked about the inn, her eyes floated, beyond her control, to a solitary figure in the corner, He sat with his back against the wall watching all that occurred within his view. His black tunic with its hood over his face hid the dagger painted on his forehead. This was an assassin on assignment. A dangerous man. Ivory walked to his table, and fell to her knees. "I have been waiting for you," he said

nella -> RE: Gorean role play play by post. (9/16/2005 9:54:31 AM)
Ivory looked up into the face of the man, her eyes was of a deep brown, the color of her hair could not been seen under the fabric of her hood and vail. She sat there on the floor, elegant, her back erect, her faced played at the cold indifirance that was expected of a free woman of high chaste, she doubted any here knew the truth aboute her. They did see the ritchness of her atire and the expensive jewels, and her proud cold demeanor and dismissed her as yet another rich free woman, nothing to be concerned aboute. But Ivory fougth this day, to keep clam, bor before her was the man she had traveld all this way to meet. "I am Ivory daugther of Sarn, but I guess you know that from your greeting to me, Tal, by the heavens it is good to see you, but what we need to discuss, we should not do here." Ivory looks at the man again, she hoped, hoped that this was the day where she would know, know who had killed her father, know what man would die to avenge her fathers death. Many had felt sorry for the grate warrior Sarn, for he had only one ofspring, one daugther, and a daguther born of a slave girl, no less, and had none to avenge him, but Ivory would show them. For this man before her might ahve that information she needed. Just a name thinks Ivory, I need just a name. "The wrong of my father`s murder will be repaied in blood." The young woman mutters almost to low for the man before her to hear.

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