[8:53]  Cyric: Tal
[8:53]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: Tal sir
[8:54]  Cyric smiles
[8:54]  Mina looked up, her fingers brushing her mane from her face as she smiled to the Visitor. speaking in a soft warm tone" tal Master."
[8:54]  Cyric regards the beast ....Tal beast
[8:55]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: welcome to Omen Valley, you like an omen being read?
[8:55]  Cyric: I was exploring your village here I am not sure how much does it cost sir?
[8:55]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: depends on the omen, but most people bring an animal to sacrifice
[8:56]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: a verr, or a tarsk
[8:56]  Cyric nods I have but bags of salt and a few trinkets at my disposal
[8:56]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: please takea cushion at our dais
[8:56]  Cyric: thank you
[8:56]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: salt is interesting
[8:57]  Cyric: what I am really in need of is a beast
[8:57]  Mina rocked back onto her heels and got to her feet. the long tresses of her mane kissing at the full curves of her hips as she eased around the platform and started to head off in the direction of the inn wagon. she paused a moment and looked back at the Man, asking " would You care for a paga Master?"
[8:57]  Cyric: of my own
[8:57]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: slaves enough in Gor, good slaves a bit more difficult
[8:58]  Cyric smiles ...yes this is true
[8:59]  Cyric: I would however be willing to pay quite a sum in salt for a good one myself
[8:59]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: I know at Tasta Torvis they often acquire slaves
[8:59]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: they transport them from te barbarian planet called Earth
[9:00]  Cyric: I do not care for large cities as they tend to think of me as an outlaw ...
[9:00]  Mina assumed by the non response of the Visitor that He wanted nothing to drink, she caught up a fresh bota of paga and moved to the side of the Plainsman. leaning gently to refill His goblet before easing back away.
[9:01]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: Because you have no homestone?
[9:01]  Cyric: yes at the moment I do not
[9:02]  Cyric looks to the beast .....perhaps when your master is done with you yes I would like a warm paga in a footed bowl
[9:02]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: then those city folks see you as an outlaw, they are simple people, are you not of them then you are an enemy
[9:03]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov holds his goblet so that the girl can refill it with more ease
[9:03]  Cyric: yes and yet everyone must start somewhere ......that is a fine beast you have there
[9:04]  Mina peered to the Man, emerald eyes peeking between the silken onyx tresses that fell across her eyes. her hand slid across her wide hips as she headed off to the inn wagon, calling back to Him " yes Master, a footed bowl of warm paga."
[9:04]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: yes she is, she is quite well trained, I have not found out which slaver did such
[9:05]  Cyric nods ...I could not help but notice she was not wearing a collar...perhaps you would care to sell her
[9:05]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: I have not collared her yet, I do that at ease, but she is not for sale
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[9:06]  Cyric nods ..I see, I thought every slave had a price
[9:06]  Mina returned only moments later, a large footed bowl filled to the fourth ring with paga that had been warmed properly with a poker. the vessle cradled securely in her fingers as she approached the large Man and lowered to a pleasing kneel at His boots. supple thighs drew to a wide angle as the arch in her back pushed the swollen curves of her breasts to strain againt the material covering them.
[9:08]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: thats not the case in Gor, sometimes masters are very fond of a slave, and they never sell, they dont even want other men looking at her, let be use or own her. I am not that jealous, but this little slave is so far very pleasing and I am in no need for gold or hatever supplies at the moment
[9:08]  Mina was careful to stay to His left as she smile and raised her arms outwards. the full bowl moving to the level of His fingers as she bowed her head between her arms. velvet lips lifted a gentle tone that danced on the breeze " Your paga, Master. warm as You commanded. "
[9:08]  Cyric smiles at the beast momentarily and his warm paga and then returns his attention back to the man speaking
[9:10]  Cyric takes the warm paga from the beast and sips of the thick liquid .....mmmm ...very well done beast you may go now
[9:11]  Mina lowered her arms and lifted her chin, the delicate wild feature of her face swimming under her tresses as she offered a soft " yes Master, thank You" before rising and moving away from the Men.
[9:11]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov drinks from his refilled goblet "come sit with me Mina"
[9:12]  Mina turned an emerald glance to the Man of the plains and replied " yes Master, if it pleases." before she moved closer to Him and settled to a kneel on one of the furs.
[9:13]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: as said for slaves I would go to Tasta Torvis, but thats a ery dangerous area, many taluna there, and fiery ones
[9:15]  Cyric smiles .....this paga is very good ......yes I have quite an extensive list of cities and outposts I have been to but as I said I do not care for the scrunity of large cities
[9:16]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: ah you are seekin a place to stay
[9:16]  Cyric: I am always seeking a place of safe haven of course but there seem to be fewer and fewer to come by
[9:17]  Cyric: it seems the panthers are growing in numbers
[9:18]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: Many cities seek good warriors, that will not be a problem, but you don't like the big crowds". He hears the comment about the panther "I seldom see the woodslts here, and when they come, they come alone for trade, not to raid us"
[9:19]  Mina fiddled with the hem of her garmet, her fingers flowing in an appealing trail along the top curve of each breast as she adjusted the material back into place. she sat quietly while listening to the Men speak, enjoying the warm sun on her flesh and grateful for the moments rest she had been given.
[9:19]  Cyric nods yes then you are very lucky .....I have had to kill more of the treesluts than I care to count
[9:20]  Cyric: when you enter their woods they tend to shoot first and ask you what you want later if you know what I mean
[9:22]  Cyric sips more of the warm paga allowing the aroma to mometarily tease his senses before swallowing the liquid
[9:22]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov nods "one should not enter the woods without pre cautions, those panther girls are very territorial, and hardly any of them loves men, so they shoot first, then talk"
[9:23]  Cyric: yes I have taken a few as slaves and although I am sure in time they would have become good slaves...I refused to take the insolence and sold them
[9:25]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: normally such wood girls make goo slaves, but some stya obstinate and in such case on can better sell them
[9:26]  Cyric nods ...yes that is very well spoken
[9:28]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: Any way, we are far from the Nortehrn Woods here, so as said, we seldom see them here, and with the Tasta taluna's I have a trade deal, so I leave them in peace and I them, its to profitable
[9:30]  Cyric nods that is good ......espically if you can profit from them
[9:31]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: yes i can
[9:31]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: they can be a source of slaves, but till now i found none pleasing of them, certainly not one as pleasing as this girl
[9:32]  Cyric: it appears to me that you have a very nice arrangement here but no need of warriors...yes this beast is very pleasing
[9:34]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: We always need strong hands which can defend the valley
[9:37]  Cyric nods ...yes of course now about this omen ?
[9:37]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: I read the future from livers of slaughtered animals
[9:38]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: its custom among the wagon people, we need approvement of the Open Sky for all our decisions
[9:38]  Cyric smiles ...that sounds very interesting
[9:39]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: in fact thats the function of the Omen Valley, a place of gathering for all Wagonpeople
[9:39]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: for the reading of omens
[9:40]  Cyric: perhaps I should purchase a small animal here as I have none on my boat with me
[9:41]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: thats always possible, I heard you had salt?
[9:41]  Cyric: yes of course
[9:42]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: what kind of animal you had in mind a verr, or just a vulo
[9:42]  Cyric: which gives the best results?
[9:43]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: a verr i would say, for a small bag of salt i would prepared to slautgher one
[9:44]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: vulo are abundant her, we even hunt them, the come in large flocks, but their livers are so small
[9:44]  Cyric: yes of course I have brought a couple just for trading
[9:45]  Cyric: ((this first one is just for roleplay you will not be able to pick it up but I will give you the real one))
[9:45]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: if you place a small bag at the dais before you, i will get a verr, fresh for the slaughter, with a fresh liver
[9:45]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov stands up nad walks to the fields where some verr graze among the gigantic bosks herds
[9:49]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov sees among the bosks and looks for a verr, which the herd can miss, not a young one full of life, not a female which can sill give birth to small verr, and deliver milk for the tribe, no he needs a mature male verr, or an older female. He sees the right exemplat and takes the bola from his hips, he positions the leatherstrings with the iron bals on it and swings ith 3-4 times above his head at which moment he releases the weapob. He sees that the bola flies with enormous speed to the aninmal, sweeping it of the ground because the leather strings bind its four legs in the circular movemen. He frees the animal of the bola and takes it under his arm to the wanderer
[9:51]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov returns with the strugling ver, which senses its fate under his strong arm
[9:56]  Mina shifted in her kneel as she watched the poor beast struggling in the arms of the Man.
[9:56]  Dajanira: Tal visitor
[9:56]  Dajanira: Tal Kutai
[9:56]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: lets bring the verr to the Altar
[9:56]  Dajanira: greetings Mina
[9:56]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: Tal Daja
[9:56]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: we have an omen read
[9:56]  Dajanira: ah you will read the Omen
[9:56]  Mina turned quietly to the woman and spoke" tal Mistress."
[9:57]  Cyric: Tal Free
[9:57]  Dajanira: i am Daja Kutai's sister
[9:58]  Dajanira: i see we must go to the altar
[9:58]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: We are about to slaughter this verr
[9:58]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: s all follw me
[9:58]  Cyric nods well met I am Cyric a wanderer
[9:59]  Mina: Master?
[9:59]  Dajanira: well met cyric
[9:59]  Mina: please do not make me watch the death of this poor creature. might I be excused to go and get the laundry in?
[9:59]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: Mina come here
[10:00]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: someone has to skin the dead animal, don't expect Lady daja do that
[10:00]  Mina stepped fowards timidly, not letting her eyes fall to the small animal as she answered " yes Master?"
[10:00]  Cyric regards the bloodied stone wondering what secrets of his it holds and what secrets it will reveal
[10:00]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: Sir Cyric, what you like to know of the Open Sky?
[10:01]  Mina her head shook back and forth slowly
[10:01]  Cyric: my future substaniated by my past
[10:02]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: thats quite vague, but I do my best
[10:02]  Dajanira: the Omen is always to be interpreted by the things which happen
[10:03]  Cyric: so it knows of my past?
[10:03]  Dajanira: maybe you should get closer cyric
[10:04]  Cyric nods yes of course...where should I be?
[10:04]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov grabs a metal bucket and lays the verrs neck over it, Then he takes one of the quiva from his arm and places the poing at the mainvein of the Verr in its neck, he looks at the slave and grins, then he sticks the point of the quiva deep in the vein, opening it so the blood pumps out. He sees satisfied how the blood flows out of the dying Verr into the bucket.
[10:04]  Cyric heeft uw inventarisaanbod geaccepteerd.
[10:04]  Dajanira: i think at the position i was before
[10:06]  Cyric watches closely as the blood drains from the beast .....smiles momentarily flashes of his past coming into view the thick redness of the the verrs lifeforce draining away....
[10:06]  Mina 's eyes grew wide with horror as the Man ran the dagger into the throat of the animal. her blood ran cold as she noted the grin that He directed towards her and she trembled briefly. her eyes flew to the ground and clenched closed, unable to watch the blood pour from the innocent beast and into the bucket. her feet stumbling backwards as she asked again. " please Master....I am sure there is a chore or something else that requires my attention?"
[10:07]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov bends over the verr and sits open the belly, he tears the two parts out and seeks the liver. He finds after a couple of seconds since this is daily routine for him. Carefuly he takesout the bloodied liver and lays it at the altar
[10:08]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov with his foot he shoves the now dead animal towards the new slave and throws the quiva next to it in the ground "seperate it from the skin and cut out the best pieces of meat. The skin you give to Sir Cyric and the meat to Lady Daja who is responsible for supplies"
[10:08]  Dajanira shivers
[10:09]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: /mee hand dives in the stomach and jerk out some intestines "excellent, those you can fill with blood Daja, to make Blutworst of it"
[10:10]  Cyric blinks and momentarily comes back to his senses hoping his past killings are not revealed
[10:10]  Dajanira: oh yes good idea
[10:10]  Dajanira: Mina will help me
[10:11]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: after she cleaned the dead verr
[10:11]  Mina suddenly became overwrought with a cold dead demeanor. her eyes filling with a darkness as she bent over the animal. she paused for a long moment before her fingers curled about the handle of the quiva that He had dropped on the ground next to the carcass.
[10:11]  Dajanira: yes surely
[10:13]  Cyric watches the man with the intestines closely to see if there is any change in his demeanor at what he sees in the omen
[10:14]  Mina her hand snaked out and grabbed the verr by its ear, lifting its head to let the blade slice a complete circle about its little neck. letting go of the ear, she caught up each of the hooves in her hands and cut the same circle. she rolled the carcass onto its back and viciously sliced along its belly, all mercy and softness in her gone now as she handled the animal.
[10:16]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov looks at the liver and compares it with the stone one at the altar, his eyes go to the heaven, to the Open Sky and he lets the power of nature flow in to his body till he becomes one with the Sky. He sees the liver and sees the near future of the man, he sees a dislike for closed walls, for being ruled, he also sees an emptiness in the mans heart, and emptiness which can be filed by a people he belongs too, and by a kajira which loves him. His eyes open an dhe has seen which path the men could take , a good path to fill the gaps in his life
[10:16]  Dajanira: Mina has learned very quickly what her work is to do
[10:17]  Mina 's fingers began to pull away at the skin of the neck, one hand locked securely about the hide as the other hand shoved the dagger under the skin and started a slicing motion. her hand pulled several inches at a time until the hide was free from its neck. scraping down the shoulder blades more and more as she continued to pull. her hands quickly coating in thick blood and the tearing against the vessles sent splatters across her legs and chest. she never even flinched at this but just kept on task.
[10:19]  Mina pulled and scraped almost violently now as the end of the hide came down around the back legs of the carcass. one last heave freed the hide in one piece from the beast and again sent small spatters of blood flying. she tossed the hide at the boots of the Visitor and returned her attention to the carcass.
[10:20]  Cyric smiles at the effenciency of the beast as she cuts the fur from the verr.....
[10:21]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov turns to Cyric "I think the wagonpeople can be a good place for you, my insights tells me that you should go South, and seek te Kataii tribe, I could be selfish and lie , telling you stay here, but you are a man who needs combat too, with them you can find a family and in time a good kajira too"
[10:21]  Mina shuffled the skinned beast around in a half circle, and without one ounce of emotion in her eyes, she jammed the blade at the joint of its hip. vigorously cutting through the joints and sinew until first one hind quarter was extracted and then the other. she took both pieces and tossed them to the feet of the Woman before moving up to the shoulders and cutting them away as well.
[10:22]  Cyric nods perhaps I will visit there and see what it may offer.....relaxes seeing that his past evil deeds were not made know .......
[10:23]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: an alternative is going west to teh Thassa mountains and join the local Tuchuk there, they are a good tribe either
[10:24]  Mina sliced off the remaining meat which was a thick back strap and that too was tossed to the woman. slowly she rose, the handle of the quiva clutched tightly in her hand as the back of her other hand rose to wipe a smear of blood from her cheek. " would you like me to dispose of the rest...Master?"
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[10:25]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: bring it to the slave wagon Mina, its a good add on for the slave gruel you wenches normally eat
[10:25]  Dajanira Oakleaf: hmmm
[10:26]  Dajanira Oakleaf: i think we will take the meat to the wagon there we can clean it and cut it
[10:26]  Mina Seorn: the tracking sleen does not need to be fed Master?
[10:27]  Dajanira Oakleaf: some of the parts which are of less worth we may feed to the sleen
[10:27]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: good idea slave
[10:28]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: feed the beast some of the stomach and lungs
[10:29]  Mina: " of course Master" she spoke sweetly as she shoved the quiva into the belt of her kirtle and bent down. gathering up in her fingers the mass of bloody tissue which made up a portion of the stomach and one of the lungs.
[10:29]  Dajanira goes to the cadaver and grabs it at one leg "come here Mina we draw it down
[10:29]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov takes up the hide of the verr and gives it to Cyric "I hope this omen will help you further Sir, and that when you join the tribes, we will meet again since the Omen Valley is for all wagonpeople there"
[10:31]  Cyric nods and I thank you ...takes the fur thankful for a good omen and one that was not too revealing ...it is never good to know too much of your future...
[10:31]  Mina held the mass of tissue in one hand as she looked to the woman. she stepped closer and grabbed the other front leg
[10:31]  Dajanira: so well then we draw it down
[10:32]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: lets go to the wagons
[10:32]  Dajanira stops in a secure distance to the sleen
[10:32]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov washes his bloodied hands in the bowl which is placed for washing
[10:33]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: this is our kennel wagon
[10:33]  Cyric nods
[10:33]  Dajanira: grabs some of the innards and throws them to the hungry beast
[10:33]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: be carefull sis
[10:34]  Cyric: is there any problem with me leaving my boat at the waters edge out there for a bit while I explore?
[10:34]  Dajanira: i keep me far enough
[10:34]  Mina held back the stomach and lung that she had for the best, knowing it would be hungry again later since the woman was feeding it now.
[10:34]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: Thats no problem Cyric, but hide it well, there live peasants near the river, most are honorfull, but when crops are low... one never knows
[10:34]  Dajanira: the lung will be a banquet for the sleen
[10:35]  Mina: of course Mistress. I will save it for him and give it to the sleen later in the day.
[10:35]  Cyric: it is safe to leave out there I have locked the small cabin it is full of medical supplies as well
[10:36]  Dajanira: now we can take the good parts to the store wagon
[10:36]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: I think under some bushes its safe, the peasants have no sleen
[10:36]  Cyric: would you like to see some of my items that I have brought with me
[10:36]  Dajanira grabs some fine parts and goes to the store wagon
[10:37]  Mina set the lung and stomache into a large bowl, looking at her hands and chest as she asked " Mistress, might I run to the waters edge and jump in to rinse off first?"
[10:37]  Dajanira: yes Mina you may
[10:37]  Mina: smiles, thank You Mistress. I will hurry.[10:47]  Mina Seorn strolled back up to the Free, a soft smile on her lips as she appeared happy to be clean. her bronzed body glittering in the afternoon sunlight as it began to dry her long mane. holding the bowl with the lung in it and partial stomache, she turned to the Master and asked Him " Master would it be alright if I fed this to the sleen now? its really starting to ummm stink?"
[10:51]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov looks at his slave , and then in the bowl with lung and stomach "feed it to that beast, i though for a moment to mix it with the slave gruel, but a sleen is more important then a kajira, so we must feed it well, specially such a trained herd sleen as this one"
[10:54]  Cyric nods regarding the powerful sleen ...that is quite a beast you have there as well ...you would not be willing to part with it would you?
[10:54]  Mina nodded to Him and turned on her heels, happy to be able to get rid of the disgusting bowl once and for all. she moved cautiously around to the sleen cage and picked a corner where the sleen was not looking. she set the bowl onto the ground and shoved it between the bars with her foot. the bowl turned over from her foot and she jumped back quickly as she sleen lunged for her. she ran back around and looked over her shoulder just in time to see the horrible beast gobbling up the contents of the bowl.
[10:55]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov smiels to Cyric "its not mine, Dajanira's son Hakimba acquired it, far to the north, close to the Nortehrn Forests, normally we have prairie sleen here"