<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:46:04.833-08:00</updated><category term='Hunt'/><category term='Diary'/><category term='Isle of Tidra'/><category term='The errors of SL-Gor'/><category term='chain'/><category term='OOC'/><title type='text'>A Gorean Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-1377428787508926892</id><published>2010-12-03T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T08:11:10.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunt'/><title type='text'>The Slave Council Hunt</title><content type='html'>It's soooooo boring in the city of dust! Sometimes I sneak into Tidra on my naked ghostly feet to scare the little brothers I would have had, if I were still alive. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I went on a hunt for slave stuff organized by the new Slave Council. I think it was the first of it's kind and they have to learn a bit about hunts.... like to numberize the gifts and to make sure, there's always the LM for the next shop in it, but the gifts were nice. Too bad most of it for slave girls. I tried some on.. *giggles*... and think the sisters will love all the dancing silks and camiscs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures of what I got and kept. I don't know, which was #1 "Sins of Passion" (as I said, the gifts were not numbered), but #2 was female. Now here's #3 at SB Designs. Seregon Breil makes one of the nicests Silks for male I know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjEyNd9abI/AAAAAAAAAHM/h8_UlsNmQ-U/s1600/slave+hunt+%25233+SB+silks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjEyNd9abI/AAAAAAAAAHM/h8_UlsNmQ-U/s400/slave+hunt+%25233+SB+silks.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SB-Design&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I accidently deleted the picture of #4 which was one of the funniest things: A backbag from PRIMUS weapons full of christmas boxes. It looks nice, but the funny thing is, you can draw the boxes and throw them on people... causing damage on the GM. *giggle*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 and #6 were female silks and camisks again. But #7... Mmmmmmmm! From my friend XCept Atlas. I had bought already some of his nice cloaks. So with the present from Nyundo comes a nice loincloth (+ a kilt for Masters) and a cloak in two different sizes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE0Ylh1PI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7Y3FP4gQPhs/s1600/slave+hunt+%25237+PPB+Nyundo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE0Ylh1PI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7Y3FP4gQPhs/s400/slave+hunt+%25237+PPB+Nyundo1.jpg" width="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE1Ay-LWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zm-9yC24B7c/s1600/slave+hunt+%25237+PPB+Nyundo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE1Ay-LWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zm-9yC24B7c/s400/slave+hunt+%25237+PPB+Nyundo2.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;#7 PtBb Design&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; (I think that's it's name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#8 was a camisk again, but there was a belt and thighbelt included which I liked. I've put on some undies (from boycut) to show it here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE2qgUZWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xeFDxcNYIJI/s1600/slave+hunt+%25238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="387" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE2qgUZWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xeFDxcNYIJI/s400/slave+hunt+%25238.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;#8&lt;/b&gt; (I forgot the creator) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#9 was female again and #10 I didn't find at all. But as it was a shop full of girl-silks I didn't search for too long. #11 was a tattoo on Tarn Island:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE3lnGhEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/THO7j6phRCE/s1600/slave+hunt+%252311+Tarn+Island+Tattoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE3lnGhEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/THO7j6phRCE/s320/slave+hunt+%252311+Tarn+Island+Tattoo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11 Tarn Island&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't open #12 and contacted the organizers. I was told that it will be repaired soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#13 was this nice slavebaths from Deadly Desires. It looks really good. Too bad it has only one animation in it, but maybe there can be a bath-menu laid over it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE45kK0cI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LAm4MRh4wDY/s1600/slave+hunt+%252313+Deadly+Desire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE45kK0cI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LAm4MRh4wDY/s400/slave+hunt+%252313+Deadly+Desire.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13 Deadly Desires&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#14 were female silks again. And #15 actually female too, but if you take off some parts, it could be as well male (christmas elf?). It's too funny, because you can use candy canes as weapons and throw it at people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE5thNkKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nHsw16klfvQ/s1600/slave+hunt+%252315+Torvis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="391" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE5thNkKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nHsw16klfvQ/s400/slave+hunt+%252315+Torvis.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15 Torvis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 and #17 were tattoos. I don't have need for them, but they are nicely made. However I like the Gothic Rose from alterego:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE6tclUBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GTgYGZ0t3bE/s1600/slave+hunt+%252316+N.Z.+Creations+Satan+Tattoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE6tclUBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GTgYGZ0t3bE/s400/slave+hunt+%252316+N.Z.+Creations+Satan+Tattoo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;#16 N.Z. Creations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE7-49ApI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EAOjtM1I4pA/s1600/slave+hunt+%252317+Alterego+tattoos+-+Gothic+Rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE7-49ApI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EAOjtM1I4pA/s400/slave+hunt+%252317+Alterego+tattoos+-+Gothic+Rose.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;#17 Alterego&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;# 18 included 3 gifts. The third one female dancing silks, but the 1st and 2d quite nice. A woodchopping log and a footwash chair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjEzD4z1nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MiCWYkqP0Pk/s1600/slave+hunt+%25234+Primus+Bag1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjEzD4z1nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MiCWYkqP0Pk/s400/slave+hunt+%25234+Primus+Bag1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE9GGQMuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/p2ce8rFbZWc/s1600/slave+hunt+%252318+Candlelight+Evenings+-+footwash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE9GGQMuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/p2ce8rFbZWc/s400/slave+hunt+%252318+Candlelight+Evenings+-+footwash.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjEwpAN9BI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7xk35d9EKd4/s1600/slave+hunt+%252318+Candlelight+Evenings+wood+chop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;#18 Candlelight Evenings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, and #19 was female again. So no pics of that. *hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you wonder, why I'm so pale: There's no sun in the city of dust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Have fun hunting, brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjE9GGQMuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/p2ce8rFbZWc/s1600/slave+hunt+%252318+Candlelight+Evenings+-+footwash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-1377428787508926892?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/1377428787508926892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=1377428787508926892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/1377428787508926892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/1377428787508926892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2010/12/slave-council-hunt.html' title='The Slave Council Hunt'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TPjEyNd9abI/AAAAAAAAAHM/h8_UlsNmQ-U/s72-c/slave+hunt+%25233+SB+silks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-5425189526822831640</id><published>2010-10-02T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T02:05:37.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOC'/><title type='text'>The City of Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*** &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan sneaks into his Master's bedroom and opens the drawers of the closest. His hands nervously searching around as tears are blinding him. He sniffs as his fingers finally find what they were searching: The keys to his collar. He grabs the keys, his hand reaching the collar, turning it around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan's trembling fingers insert the key into the small lock of the key, turning it around three times until he hears a light snap. He takes a deep breath and wipes the tears from his face before he opens the collar and takes it from his neck.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Xcite! ToKon Slave HUD: ** You have removed the locked item 'Celtic Collar (spine)'.  This information has been sent to your owner(s).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fox has removed Kenshiro Pevensey from his access list.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan kisses the collar and places it on his Master's bed. Gently he carresses the soft silks before he turns around and leaves the room without a look back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He walks down to the beach in front of the fort. His eyes searching once again the horizone. One last time like so many moons before in those lonely nights when he waited for his Master and his chainbrothers to return.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan takes a deep breath, inhaling the salty breeze from the ocean. Finall he takes off his weapons and his silks, placing them with his slavepapers carefully on the rocks. Naked as he was found so many moons ago by his Master he steps into the water. Kind Thassa washing the tears from his face as he starts to swim towards the horizone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan swims and swims many passangs. His beloved island, his and his Master's and chain's home becoming smaller and smaller behind him. He doesn't look back, his eyes only towards the horizon he swims until his muscles getting tired.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan as his head is diving under the watersurface struggles a bit in reflex... he struggles to get up.. catching for breath again.... but his muscles tired from swimming the long distance...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;GM 3.3: Drowning Has Captured Testimo Haalan!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan's lungs fill with water...&amp;nbsp; fighting to keep concious... his last thought belongs to his beloved Master... as did his whole existance... then it becomes dark around him... and the gleaming Thassa sea welcomed him back in her lap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;GM 3.3 shouts: Testimo Haalan has commited suicide.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the end of the kajirus Testimo Haalan called Fox. It might sound a bit melodramatic, but that's only the expression of the emotions the person behind Teso doesn't allow himself RL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost two years ago Teso was washed ashore on Gor, in search of being loved and cared for. He found what he was looking for and is thankful for that. The last year however things changed for some reason and the last six months there was no reason for his existance anymore. So he drew the consequences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Testimo Haalan is not Gorean anymore and will not take part in any Gorean RP. But the "Errors of Gor" in this blog will continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Safe and bright paths to all of you and I wish you well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TKb1ux_4PfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lKt8DflfoEs/s1600/twins+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="388" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TKb1ux_4PfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lKt8DflfoEs/s400/twins+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TKb1oUwYHBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YCjzqK2qo4k/s1600/Testimo+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-5425189526822831640?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/5425189526822831640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=5425189526822831640&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/5425189526822831640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/5425189526822831640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2010/10/city-of-dust.html' title='The City of Dust'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/TKb1ux_4PfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lKt8DflfoEs/s72-c/twins+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-6245193880022713805</id><published>2010-08-28T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T04:40:26.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The errors of SL-Gor'/><title type='text'>The errors of SL-Gor - Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Franzi mentioned it once or twice, but I want to repeat it here. It's the "Aiii" in very variations. It seems to be a new (?) fashion in SL-Gor to use "Aii" in the meaning of "Yes". It isn't. No. No. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's like people using terms like "Urth" and "Servery" and "Aii" to emphasize their "Goreanism"... and it's so wrong. Just wrong. Earth is earth. Most Goreans with second knowledge (high casts) know about Earth and know how it's spelled. "Urth" is only used to show how it's spoken. The same with "Ko-lar" instead of "Collar". And "servery" is just an invention; it's "kitchen", simple like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, "Ai" in it's many variations is only used as an expression of surprise  or joy or fear. Here are the only (at least as far as I found them) quotas in the book where "Aii" in a variation was used:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As a sound of surprise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then, strangely, the girl's head lifted and she looked into my eyes.  She tried to smile.  The words were soft, but clearly and unmistakably spoken, 'Buy me, Master'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Ai!' cried the grizzled man, and even Targo the Slaver looked baffled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It had been the first time the girl had uttered the ritual phrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Outlaws of Gor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Another sound of astonishing, when Tarl Cabot met the four Ubars of the wagon people and they were impressed by him not moving or giving in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Aieee" cried the warrior of the Kataiil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nomads of Gor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As a sound of pain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kamchak's laugh was cut short when she sank her fine white  teeth into his hand with a savage bite.  "Aiii!" he howled, jumping up and sticking his bleeding  hand into his mouth, sucking the blood from the wound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nomads of Gor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As a sound of discomfort, when the Tuchuk Harold first time went up to the sky on a tarn and his stomach turned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Aiii!" I heard Harold cry, and could well imagine what had happened to his stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nomads of Gor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;An outburst of buffled surprise as watching a Kaissa-game:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Aii!” I cried, though the outburst was scarcely in keeping with the somber black I wore, and an instant later the Tarn Keeper and the Saddle Maker cried out, and began to stamp their feet in the dust, and pound their fists against their lift shoulders. Then others watching cried out with glee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Assassins of Gor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As answer to a joke like laughter (or maybe pain, when he was hit by the whip. That's not so clear in this passage):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One of the slaves, chained before me, whispered over his shoulder.  “What is your name, Captain?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Bosk,”  I told him, pulling on the oar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Aiii!”  he cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Raiders of Gor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sound of joy and pleasure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I danced toward him, he who had said this, and he leaped toward me, but two of his fellows seized him, holding him back. I danced back, my hands held to him, as though I had been torn from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Aiii!” he cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There were shouts of pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Captive of Gor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So "Aii" in it's variations is always used as onomatopoeia, as an outburst, but never ever in the meaning of "Yes". If you have to do, then at least use "Aye", which by the way doesn't appear in the books at all as far as I know. That so many in SL-Gor use the variations of "Aii" in the meaning of "Yes", doesn't make it righter. Don't wonder when you use it and I'll ask you, if you hurt something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-6245193880022713805?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/6245193880022713805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=6245193880022713805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/6245193880022713805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/6245193880022713805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2010/08/errors-of-sl-gor-aiiiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title='The errors of SL-Gor - Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-495653656399377412</id><published>2010-08-28T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T06:52:20.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The errors of SL-Gor'/><title type='text'>The errors of SL-Gor - the everkneeling slave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the many SL-Gor-Onlinisms is  the permanent slave-kneeling. Sorry, but slaves in the books didn't  kneel and crawl all day long. Nope! Especially when there is no Free  around... why the hack should they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most brothers and  sisters in SL-Gor are so used to it, that they don't even recognize. And as it  becomes a habitute, it looses all it's meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slaves have chores to do. It wouldn't help their chores, if they would crawl on their knees all day long. Imagine a slave doing errands on the market for their owner and slide down to their knees every second for each bypassing Free! And especially male slaves (which is a completely different and difficult chapter in Gay Gor) were often not even to be recognized as slave so that they won't know their amount; their collar not to be seen, no special slave-clothes and especially not falling to their knees in front of every Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mentioned kneeling in the books is mainly mentioned in three kinds of context: One within serving one within submissional humiliation and one within sexual context. The submissional humiliation is often forced with special kind of shackles or chaining. The sexual context is a part of the seductive behaviour of a slave, probably based on John Norman's sexual fantasies. To gracefully slide down  to your knees and bow your head before a Master or Mistress, to show  him/her your respect, to offer your body and lust... that's much more erotic and a sign of submission, then  crawling around like a leg-amputee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one shouldn't forget that there are rarely sitting furnitures like chairs on Gor. So when people rest, they sit or kneel on the ground. Free males mostly sit crosslegged, female Free kneel (different to slaves, but they kneel); similar to Japan. So kneeling especially for women is THE Gorean form of resting/sitting and is very more natural then on Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And male slaves, please: No tower-kneeling (= legs closed), even if white silk. This stupid "rule" is according to white silk kajirae, not kajiri. A female virgin slave, would close her legs to not offer her heat to a Master. A male virgin slave would only crash his balls and pinch his cock. Whoever said it would be a rule for male white silk slaves didn't think at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-495653656399377412?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/495653656399377412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=495653656399377412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/495653656399377412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/495653656399377412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2010/08/errors-of-sl-gor-everkneeling-slave.html' title='The errors of SL-Gor - the everkneeling slave'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-6722744831825627323</id><published>2010-08-28T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T04:49:55.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The errors of SL-Gor'/><title type='text'>The errors of SL-Gor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know, I am very quiet these days, but nothing happens in the life of Fox. Most of his chain is still missing, so he's just doing his chores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I already wrote here and there about Gorean onlinisms I decided to start a new tag called "The errors of SL-Gor". There are so many "rules" especially for slaves in Gorean RP, but many of them are not justified. People tried to create their own rules and tried to "justify" them with the quotes of the book. Other people who never really read a book of John Norman think it's like a dogma. I am one of theose&amp;nbsp; who first learned "The Gorean Way" from those notecards full of quotas. And as you can see in older posts I was a victim of it, of the believe, that there would be something like unbreakable slave-rulse. That was before I started to read the books. But now, after reading the books (still at it) I recognize, that so many of these "rules" are just wrong. For every quota FOR something you can as well find quotas AGAINST it in the 27 novels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The main problem is, that the author John Norman contradicts himself way too often. He's neither consequent nor logical. Not alone contradicting himself from one book to the other - which would be understandable as they were written within 4 decades - but often even in one and the same book. Like talking of "the Gorean law" on one page and then saying, that laws only reach to the walls of a city. All in all it is certain that there IS no "Gorean law". There are the edicts of the Priest Kings and there is a Merchant law. Everything else might be similar laws in different cities, but not a Gorean-wide dogma, especially as most part of Gor is unknown territory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think, that my notes will change anything in SL-Gor, but I want to write about it anyways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-6722744831825627323?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/6722744831825627323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=6722744831825627323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/6722744831825627323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/6722744831825627323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2010/08/errors-of-sl-gor.html' title='The errors of SL-Gor'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-8633554091620357645</id><published>2010-07-07T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T08:00:08.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chain'/><title type='text'>new brothers?</title><content type='html'>My Master and my chain-brothers are much on travels these days. I haven't seen them for many hands*. But my Master's companion found a man on the shores who submitted to the whole island of Tidra to survive. I haven't met him yet, but Master said, he's talking in a strange dialect and is hard to understand. I'm curious to meet him soon, but it seems he is a lot on travels also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days another boy landed on the shores of Tidra. He shipwrecked and I just caught him, when he was attacked by some sleens as he stumbled over one of the sleen-nests. He was bitten very hard in his legs and I took care of his wounds. He is sooooo nice and I asked my Master's companion, if he would buy him to join our chain. I miss my Master and my chain-brothers and it would be good to have another brother helping with all the chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Master Franzi will talk to Lady Kara from the academy for buying that brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*1 hand = 1 Gorean week = 5 days&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-8633554091620357645?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/8633554091620357645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=8633554091620357645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/8633554091620357645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/8633554091620357645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-brothers.html' title='new brothers?'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-3501590818223399171</id><published>2010-07-07T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T07:51:47.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdo Taluna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is one of the weirdest things ever happened to me. Of course I changed her name into "Weirdo Taluna".&amp;nbsp; Not only, that she ignored the rules at all as she entered the SIM (especially the one that says "We do not accept 'come and capture' without any RP). Not only, that her attack needed about 1/10 seconds (Maybe I was lagging? But as you see in the time-stamps: All within 1 minute! Why is it mostly women and first of all panthers, talunas and outlaws who think they have to cheat with their weapons?) . But really: Calling "greetings mine" = Roleplay???&amp;nbsp; Please, do us all a favour, leave SL and especially SL-Gor and play WoW or whatever. But at least thanks for leaving on your own before I had to eject you for this crap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:18]  Chat Range: Weirdo Taluna [15m]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:19]  Testimo Haalan wakes up from his sunbathing-nap as he hears some taps on the bridge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:19]  Testimo Haalan opens his eyes and rubs them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:19]  Testimo Haalan: oh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:19]  Testimo Haalan: greetings, huntress&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:19]  Testimo Haalan jumps off the rock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:19]  Weirdo Taluna: greetings mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:20]  Testimo Haalan looks puzzled, still half asleep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:20]  Gorean Meter 3.2: Weirdo Taluna hit you with Tribal Defender v2.01 (Melee/Throw) (20%) - strike type: dagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:20]  Gorean Meter 3.2: Weirdo Taluna hit you with Tribal Defender v2.01 (Melee/Throw) (20%) - strike type: dagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:20]  Gorean Meter 3.2: Weirdo Taluna hit you with Tribal Defender v2.01 (Melee/Throw) (20%) - strike type: dagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:20]  Gorean Meter 3.2: Weirdo Taluna hit you with Tribal Defender v2.01 (Melee/Throw) (20%) - strike type: dagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:20]  Gorean Meter 3.2: Weirdo Taluna hit you with Tribal Defender v2.01 (Melee/Throw) (20%) - strike type: dagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:20]  Gorean Meter 3.2: Weirdo Taluna hit you with Tribal Defender v2.01 (Melee/Throw) (20%) - strike type: dagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:20]  Gorean Meter 3.2: Weirdo Taluna hit you with Tribal Defender v2.01 (Melee/Throw) (20%) - strike type: dagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:20]  Gorean Meter 3.2: Weirdo Taluna hit you with Tribal Defender v2.01 (Melee/Throw) (20%) - strike type: dagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:20]  Gorean Meter 3.2: Weirdo Taluna hit you with Tribal Defender v2.01 (Melee/Throw) (20%) - strike type: dagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:20]  Gorean Meter 3.2: Weirdo Taluna hit you with Tribal Defender v2.01 (Melee/Throw) (20%) - strike type: dagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:20]  Gorean Meter 3.2: Weirdo Taluna hit you with Tribal Defender v2.01 (Melee/Throw) (20%) - strike type: dagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:20]  Gorean Meter 3.2: Weirdo Taluna Has Captured Testimo Haalan!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:20]  Weirdo Taluna: pushes his arms together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:21]  Weirdo Taluna: ties them in gorian knots&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:21]  Weirdo Taluna: pushes his legas to gether and ties it in gorian knoys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:21]  Weirdo Taluna: then ties his anckles to his wrists and makesa nice lease&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:21]  Testimo Haalan: ((oh my... read the rules))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:22]  Weirdo Taluna: give me copy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:22]  Weirdo Taluna accepted your inventory offer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:24]  Weirdo Taluna: (so ?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:24]  Weirdo Taluna: i capped you))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:25]  Gorean Meter 3.2: Testimo Haalan has recovered!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:26]  Testimo Haalan: (((within 1 second? I don't know... maybe I was lagging? But somewhere in the rules stand, that we prefer RP before attacking.))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:26]  Weirdo Taluna: your capped&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:26]  (GM)Bindings shouts: Testimo Haalan has declined to be bound!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:26]  Weirdo Taluna: i did roleplay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:26]  Weirdo Taluna: i called you mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:27]  Weirdo Taluna: then i atacked&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:27]  Testimo Haalan: ((lol - wow! that you call RP?))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:27]  Weirdo Taluna: Yes it is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:27]  Weirdo Taluna has left chat range.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2010/07/07 1:27]  Close Range: Weirdo Taluna [22m]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-3501590818223399171?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3501590818223399171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=3501590818223399171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/3501590818223399171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/3501590818223399171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2010/07/weirdo-taluna.html' title='Weirdo Taluna'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-9027433562622603503</id><published>2009-12-21T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:58:02.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chain'/><title type='text'>My rezzday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It was my rezzday! And what a wonderful day it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I spent most of the day with my Master. We had some (much) fun and pleasure. And then he spoiled me with gifts. New silks I got, one very fancy one from a new silk-creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a short note to all you silk-creators out there: Most of us boys are small. But most of your silks - no matter how beautiful they are - are build for giants! I don't know a single brother who wouldn't complain, that the silks are always too big. [Gotta mention "Solange" here, which at least has a very good resize-script in it, so that's no problem most of the times. But some others &lt;b&gt;are &lt;/b&gt;a big problem.] Please, please, please - when you create a silk (or any other prim-cloth; this not only applies for silks) - use a very small shape to do it, with small hips etc. It's much easier to stretch something to &lt;b&gt;bigger &lt;/b&gt;later then to make it &lt;b&gt;smaller &lt;/b&gt;(which is mostly restricted by minimum-limits). And it's a bit annoying, when you spend 800 L$ for a silk, but then need so many hours to edit linked parts (and it has many of those!) that at the end you have the feeling, in this time you could as well have build it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SzBEE8-uVuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lDGqNU5YUQc/s1600-h/rezz+party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SzBEE8-uVuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lDGqNU5YUQc/s400/rezz+party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;However! Here you see me dancing between my Master (who surprised me with a cute xmas-silk... on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;his&lt;/b&gt; body. mmmmmmmm) &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;and my brother Tesa at the surprise-party (Hehe - don't look too close! Those silks are not hiding much, especially not when your boyparts are swinging around in the dance-moves...) on Tidra. My Master had worked hard together with DJ Heloq to decorate it all. It was lovely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;All my three chain-brothers came and Masters Freki and Heloq and Marin... And my protectors Wildcat and Rio were there for a while, and brothers&amp;nbsp; Misha and Teale and Conny came also. I wished more brothers and friends would have had time, but not many were online at that time and later there was an OOC-dance at White Water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SzBETw-wJyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nkcHbmTeUys/s1600-h/mehtap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SzBETw-wJyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nkcHbmTeUys/s400/mehtap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;From my brothers Wolf and Eagle I got a little desert fox. It's soooooo cute! &lt;/span&gt;Haven't found out yet, what it can do, but it purrs and snuggles in my shoulder and I can pet it and bath it (it's all wet then and doesn't look too happy with it. Well, it's a &lt;b&gt;desert&lt;/b&gt;-fox! Not used to water, I guess.) I named it "Mehtap" which means "moonlight", because it's so white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;After Heloq had to finish his set - three hours later - we were still in the mood of dancing, so I went with my Master and with my protector Rio to the OOC-dance in White Water. DJ Syriana played and many people were there. The fun continued. Many good wishes from all sides.... one Master sent me a spontanuous, surprising gift (surprising, because I had never met him before)... brother Armond jumped out of a rezzday-cake... brother Justyn joined us and sweetheart Levi [Ewing] was there... and many others. I liked the bunny-hop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SzBEAyDJpRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/k8l-LzkTBWM/s1600-h/OOC+dance+WW+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SzBEAyDJpRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/k8l-LzkTBWM/s400/OOC+dance+WW+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;So, one year Gor is over. Many happened in this time although it seems to me like just a few months. 365 days. Time to take a look back. I came to Gor as an escape. And I was about to quit after 6 days already. But then a friend brought me to Arad. And there my real story started. Gor! Love it, hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember my first days on Arad. So exiting. Meeting Matteus, Misha, Mick, Hardan... and finally my Master the first time. All was new and I was so scared to do anything wrong. But it was a very good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the pathes parted, my Master's chain left Arad and came to Silver Tree. New Masters, new brothers, new friends. Another good time, though these pathes parted again and the chain finally settled down on Tidra, this beautiful and wild island. And again new friendships are sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm happy here, even if sometimes I hate Gor. But important is, that I'm with my chain. My beloved Master, my beloved brother and secret companion Tesa, and my little brothers Wolf and Eagle. And our protectors, our friends... Yes, I'm happy and although RL wasn't easy for all of us, we are a strong family and the love for each other gives us strength and keeps us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;But before I'm becoming too sentimental now, I better continue with updating the last too days. So, at the end of my rezzday I happy fell asleep in my Masters arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today he granted me some time with my brother Tesa. We had fun together, bought a matching Santa-Kajirus-outfit and went to &lt;b&gt;Tainted Boys&lt;/b&gt; for dancing and playing go-go-boys for DJ Heloq. I think we looked cute: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SzBEY3ZK9GI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GjSVhQnMeMg/s1600-h/santa+go-gos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SzBEY3ZK9GI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GjSVhQnMeMg/s400/santa+go-gos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;My brother-love was very tired then, so we went to bed. But I couldn't sleep, so I went outside to build a snowman and to send the picture to that Master from the OOC-party as a thank you. I hope he likes it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SzBD8o-c4jI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eIJlTGGzrm4/s1600-h/snowman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SzBD8o-c4jI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eIJlTGGzrm4/s400/snowman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SzBD8o-c4jI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eIJlTGGzrm4/s1600-h/snowman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SzBD8o-c4jI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eIJlTGGzrm4/s1600-h/snowman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, and now it's time to join my beloved secret companion again, cuddling at the fireplace. I just want to send out a big thank you to all those, who made my rezzday such a wonderful day, and my life on Gor so lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-9027433562622603503?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/9027433562622603503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=9027433562622603503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/9027433562622603503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/9027433562622603503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-rezzday.html' title='My rezzday'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SzBEE8-uVuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lDGqNU5YUQc/s72-c/rezz+party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-2964161892393405477</id><published>2009-11-13T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:05:12.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isle of Tidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOC'/><title type='text'>Visit to the Dark Path</title><content type='html'>The other day my Master's companion was captured by the Dark Lord and left humiliated bound to a stock in the market of Tabor. My brother Wolf could escape and send a dove for help to the island. Well, that dove was a bit slow or lost direction, so it arrived a day later. Master Freki - not knowing, that Master Franzi was already freed - went with some other Guardians to the Dark Path to rescue Master Franzi. He left me a note about their mission, so I followed them. I had thought, the Dark Lord had captured Master Franzi &lt;b&gt;again &lt;/b&gt;((of course I knew better OOC *g*)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has not to be mentioned, that the mission was no success as there was nobody to rescue. But it was very exiting, especially as the Masters tried to burn the castle down (with no success, as it is very solid stone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freki McGillivary: looks to Fox and grins "Do you have Fire?"&lt;br /&gt;Freki McGillivary: We should leave some flames&lt;br /&gt;Testimo Haalan: no flintstones, Master, sorry&lt;br /&gt;Testimo Haalan checks his rock-pouch, gets out some items to make sure "Hmmmm, normal rock... normal rock... peppermint-candy?"-  licks - "nope! normal rock...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-2964161892393405477?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/2964161892393405477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=2964161892393405477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/2964161892393405477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/2964161892393405477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/11/visit-to-dark-path.html' title='Visit to the Dark Path'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-4114534795181142226</id><published>2009-11-13T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:40:10.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOC'/><title type='text'>Greentings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sv1e4PNP5SI/AAAAAAAAAGI/j5-dnhGVe2c/s1600-h/Snapshot_003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sv1e4PNP5SI/AAAAAAAAAGI/j5-dnhGVe2c/s320/Snapshot_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was at the academy again yesterday, passing the second test, while my beloved brother Tesa was passing the first one. And Master Marin's boy Conny passed the third. So we went celebrating afterwards.&amp;nbsp; But before that we had a lot of fun after meeting the school-physician. Well, "fun" in a more ironic way. First of all he let us wait 5 minutes after our greetings, because he somehow was away or inattentive. - This is one of the things I hate in SL-Gor. It's a disrespect to the player behind the screen. It's a waste of their online time. So, if you are too busy with other things or afk, then put your damn Meter to "away"! However, finally he answered the greetings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan slides to his knees as he sees the Master in green&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan clears his throat a bit to not scare the Master before he greets "Greetings, Master"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tesakam Riler: Greentings, Master&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Physician: Greetings, boys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I already burst out laughing at that point. "GREENTINGS"... - For all non-Goreans: Physicians wear the color green. Tesa said it was a Freudian typo, but I don't think so. *hehe* Well, that Physician was a bit stupid. It got even better. Conny joined us and after the typical greetings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conny Osterham: nice to meet you Master. Im conny from Tabor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan looks from the Master to the painting on the wall and back to the Master's feet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan: Are you the physician of this academy, Master, if I may ask?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Physician: Yes , I am XXX, Cheif physician of Mur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan: nice to meet you, Master&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tesakam Riler: nice to meet you, Master&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Physician: nice meeting you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan considers, if he already learned the lesson, that a slave shouldn't tell his name, when he wasn't ask for it, or if it was the other way round&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conny Osterham thought it was mistake to say his name&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Physician: a slave never speaks a Free's name unless given permission&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan: yes, Master&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Physician: you may offer your name anytime&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a big OOOMPH! Because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. I CONSIDERED, that means I THOUGHT. He cannot really READ my minds and answer in open speach to it. Use it as hint to finally ask for the names or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. I didn't consider to speak HIS name, I considered if it was okay to tell OUR names without being asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. I'm pretty sure, that I've heard, that a slave doesn't tell his name, when s/he isn't asked for it. Why feed a Free with information he might not be interested in? That's obtrusive and not appropreate for a slave. But I'm not sure, if this is an Onlinism or a common slave-rule from the books. But I'm sure, that guy doesn't know it either for sure. So, I don't like guys, running around in Gor as "Masters" and feeding slaves with false information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, a Master is always right, even if he's talking bullshit. And somehow I experienced, that it is kind of relaxing to just say "Yes, Master" and laugh behind his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It got even funnier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conny Osterham bows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conny Osterham: be well Master&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan bows and gets some paces back, before he turns out the gate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Physician: conny..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conny Osterham looks back at Master&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Physician: I dont mind.. but saying "be well" to some free is an insult&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Physician: the correct slave term is : I will you well"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conny Osterham: oh.....i appolisize for it Master&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conny Osterham: I will you well Master&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, you shouldn't laugh about other's typos and he's right - only Free use "Be well" as it could be taken as a command and slaves do not command, but we just couldn't help laughing and laughing and laughing. Well, okay, I admit - I think he's a nice guy. We really, really shouldn't have made fun of it. I only want to tell all so-called "Masters" out there: Be careful what you say or do, because the slaves might whisper behind your back like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:44]  Testimo Haalan: *wish&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:44]  Testimo Haalan: but a Master is always right&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:44]  Testimo Haalan: :P&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:45]  Testimo Haalan bursts out laughing&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:45]  Testimo Haalan: well done, Conny&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:45]  Tesakam Riler: i go need to pee because i laugh&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:45]  Conny Osterham: i should tell it some brothers in Tabor&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:45]  Testimo Haalan: yes!&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:45]  Conny Osterham: some of thme do mistake always in Tabor hehe&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:46]  Tesakam Riler: did you know i greets him conny ?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:46]  Tesakam Riler: GREENtings, Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:46]  Testimo Haalan: but he's right "Be well" is a command; slaves don't use it. "I wish you well" would be correct&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:46]  Conny Osterham: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:46]  Testimo Haalan: say 3 times "I will you well" fast!&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:47]  Conny Osterham: lets hurry to Tabor;P&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:47]  Tesakam Riler: my love stop i gonna pee in my pant&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:48]  Testimo Haalan: I need that lol-gesture from franzi!&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:48]  Conny Osterham: me too&lt;br /&gt;[2009/11/12 16:48]  Tesakam Riler: let go before he come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, after that, Conny showed us his Master's home and we danced a while on the pole before we finally went dancing to a club. A really nice and funny evening it was! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-4114534795181142226?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/4114534795181142226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=4114534795181142226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/4114534795181142226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/4114534795181142226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/11/greentings.html' title='Greentings'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sv1e4PNP5SI/AAAAAAAAAGI/j5-dnhGVe2c/s72-c/Snapshot_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-8940656060588495226</id><published>2009-11-13T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:52:36.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOC'/><title type='text'>Mur Academy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our Masters sent us boys all to school at the Mur Academy in Scimitar. It's not easy for me, as I have problems to write and read. *heh* Some just don't understand the RP, when I'm playing the naive boy and they don't get the humour behind it. Or maybe I'm just not funny? Don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like here with the "Champions" ("Hail" is a greeting for champions and expert swordsmen and kaissa-players. Of course *I* - the player behind it, knows "Champions". Hm, well, maybe the problem was, that champignons are unknown in English?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Testimo Haalan: hmmmm, I have a question, brothers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mentor: yes fox?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Testimo Haalan: why do the Free greet mushrooms with 'Hail'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mentor: mushrooms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kajrius: I have not heard that brothers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mentor: Hail is to be used for great warriors or Free persons of accomplishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mentor: mushrooms? like the fungus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Testimo Haalan: "yes... there!" - takes the paper again, his eyes searching for the word... "Here! Ch... Cha... Cham... Champ... Champignons"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mentor: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mentor: Champions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Testimo Haalan: oh, Champions!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mentor: like great warriors who have won many contests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Testimo Haalan turns red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Testimo Haalan: and I wondered, why they hail Champignons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mentor: is champignon mushroom in french?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mickael Pevensey: yes it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mentor: there you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Testimo Haalan nods "Thank you! Now it's clearer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mentor: ((like an Olympic Champion, in English))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I passed test #2 now, was pretty nervous, but all went fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I like there is, that they teach mostly after the books and not stupid Onlinisms, like every sentence would have to end with Master/Mistress (it isn't so!) or that slaves always would speak in third person (it isn't so!) or that slaves wouldn't be allowed to use "Tal" (they are!)&amp;nbsp; etc etc etc. Although I don't agree with some of their lessons like the rule, that a slave would have ask for permission to leave the keyboard. Hey, as player I really don't have to ask anyone for permission according my RL!!! And that "ask 3 times rule"... Hm, I don't know. If another PLAYER is inattentive and doesn't react to any greeting or whatever, because he's too busy in IMs or afk or just not interested, why should I waste my personal ONLINE-time as PLAYER??? Well, I am patient and give time to react, so I will wait. But this "rule" or unwritten law should accord to &lt;b&gt;every &lt;/b&gt;RPer, not be a IC-rule you could be punished for. Sorry, bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-8940656060588495226?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/8940656060588495226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=8940656060588495226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/8940656060588495226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/8940656060588495226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/11/mur-academy.html' title='Mur Academy'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-413574070886895300</id><published>2009-11-13T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T05:11:37.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isle of Tidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOC'/><title type='text'>Meeting the Lycan/Kur again</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago I met the dark hairy beast again, but the RP was interrupted by the non-function of the weapons. Too bad! I like the dark hairy beast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About talking with animals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kenshiro Pevensey: yes my Fox have that ability to make easy contact with many animals&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jaap Sands: chickens too?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan adds mumbling "... except those spiders!" .. shivers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kenshiro Pevensey: mmm yes spider are the exception&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kenshiro Pevensey pet his boy hair, don't worry they not come in the cave here, my sunshine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Testimo Haalan suspiciously looks at some spiderwebs at the ceiling, mumbles "... Well, if my Master says so..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-413574070886895300?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/413574070886895300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=413574070886895300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/413574070886895300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/413574070886895300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/11/meeting-lycankur-again.html' title='Meeting the Lycan/Kur again'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-2592213727181484763</id><published>2009-10-14T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T04:18:54.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isle of Tidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOC'/><title type='text'>Return to the Isle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/StWqYdeL5cI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9edhO71PoLE/s1600-h/sleeping+brothers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/StWqYdeL5cI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9edhO71PoLE/s400/sleeping+brothers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I got the call to return to the Island. But on my way from Schendi to Tidra I visited Silver Tree of Tabor. I heard rumours, that my Protector Rio Paulino was dead. Very happy I found him well and alive. Had a strange encounter with a Mistress there at the docks... Talked a little with my protector, but he was very busy. After a while to my surprise my brother Mick came to get me back on the island and to tell me, that my Master had to leave for a dangerous mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We invited my Protector to look at the Isle of Tidra. My brother and my Master's companion did a good work cleaning up the mess after the flood and the earthquake, but some trees are still uprooted. We showed Master Rio around, but my little brother became too tired, so we finally layed down at the lake, protected by Fenrir, our wolf, tired from the long journey, but finally BACK HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:09]  Teleport completed from Port of Schendi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:09]  Chat Range: Bad Roleplayer [1m]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:09]  Entered SilverTree of Tabor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:10]  Testimo Haalan: greetings, Mistress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:10]  Bad Roleplayer: nidan boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:10]  Bad Roleplayer: you have somethings... inside your head?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:11]  Bad Roleplayer: ((lol was the rez, now you are normal))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:11]  Bad Roleplayer: this is silver tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:11]  Testimo Haalan spits out the grass stalk "Oh, I forgot, that I was chewing on it, Mistress. - Yes, this is Silver Tree"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:11]  Bad Roleplayer: mh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:12]  Bad Roleplayer: do you know the ubar's name of this place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:12]  Bad Roleplayer: mh you are a little slow to give answer, boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And there it already is! I repeat it again: If you want good RP, then - Jesus Christ! - take your time for emotes and grant it to others!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:12]  Testimo Haalan: there is no Ubar, Mistress. It's half independent, but under administration of the city of Tabor. But it has a Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:13]  Bad Roleplayer smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:13]  Bad Roleplayer: understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:13]  Bad Roleplayer: well, serve whit fire boy, you can go if you wont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:13]  Testimo Haalan: The lord is that warriors..." - points over to the blond first sword of ST "... companion, Mistress"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:14]  Bad Roleplayer: thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:14]  Bad Roleplayer: do you know where is the homestone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:14]  Testimo Haalan: always happy to help, Mistress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:15]  Rio Paulino shouts: TESTIMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:15]  Bad Roleplayer: mh ok ok, i found it by myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:15]  Bad Roleplayer grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:15]  Testimo Haalan bends his head lightly, focusing the bow in the Free Woman's hand "May I ask, why you are armed to fight, Mistress?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And this just sucks! Sorry, but it really sucks! A female thief, arriving on the bright day with the drawn bow on the docks... This is just so bad, bad, bad Roleplay!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:16]  Bad Roleplayer: becouse im a thief, boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:16]  Bad Roleplayer grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:16]  Bad Roleplayer: but its ours secret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:16]  Bad Roleplayer: aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:16]  Testimo Haalan hears his old name and beams, shouting in the direction of the voice "Greetings, my protector"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:16]  Bad Roleplayer: better if you go now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:17]  Bad Roleplayer: i have... works to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:17]  Testimo Haalan looks back to the Mistress "Why do thieves use bows, Mistress?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:17]  Bad Roleplayer: becouse people dont like thief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:18]  Bad Roleplayer: and thief dont like people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:18]  Bad Roleplayer grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:18]  Testimo Haalan bends his head and smile "I can't imagine why this is so, Mistress"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:18]  Bad Roleplayer: eheheh you wont stay whit me? your protector call you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:19]  Bad Roleplayer: i go boy, you looks a little slow today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:19]  Bad Roleplayer smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:19]  Testimo Haalan: Yes, Mistress. I wish you well and good luck, even if I maybe shouldn't as your 'business' isn't an honorable one. But it's none of a boy's concerne"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;[2009/10/13 15:19]  Bad Roleplayer: serve whit fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;{left}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, really: If you want to roleplay, then ROLEPLAY! It seems some (most) of the people in Gor see it just as a stringing together of ACTIONS and getting to their destination as quick as possible. It's like the difference between a porn and a good movie. Some/many people only want to play porn. Well, you know about the perfoming skills of porn-actors. They might know how to fuck (or transferred to Gor: how to fight), but not how to act. And while in porn the dialogue is restricted to sentences like "Hello, I'm the pizza-boy. Here's your pizza. Let's fuck!" and you normally fast-forward these scenes, in a good movie you expect a bit more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;First of all: Think, think, think! A thief and especially a WOMAN would never, never, never ever come in the bright of the day to a city with a drawn bow and shout out loud that she's going to steal the homestone. That is just bullshit! Women on Gor are weak. That is like it is. They don't carry along heavy bows and swords. They don't go unveiled. If they do so, they will be collared immediately.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You either come in at night and sneak around secretely, or you come disguised as honorable woman in appropreate clothes, with weapons (female ones!) hidden under your clothes. You try to spy out what you are looking for, experiencing the thrill of being disclosed every minute and ready to escape (a woman fighting against a whole city??? That's only possible in SL when&amp;nbsp; in the whole city there's just 1 citizen online ).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But of course - you're playing mind-porn and you don't have the time for roleplaying and no time for granting others the minute it takes for a good emote....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-2592213727181484763?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/2592213727181484763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=2592213727181484763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/2592213727181484763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/2592213727181484763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/10/return-to-isle.html' title='Return to the Isle'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/StWqYdeL5cI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9edhO71PoLE/s72-c/sleeping+brothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-8683902354856435021</id><published>2009-09-27T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:12:39.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Sad days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sr_hZInvP6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/YzRmEcbTnJw/s1600-h/Snapshot_003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sr_hZInvP6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/YzRmEcbTnJw/s400/Snapshot_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm at the wonderful city of Schendi at the moment. My Masters sent me there to escape from the desease spreading all over the Isle of Tidra after the flood. I miss my Master and my brothers, worrying a lot as they are ill. But also worry about my twin, who seems to be very down and depressed after the flood. But at least I met brother Misha at Schendi, who offered me to sleep in his prince-bed, which was a very nice offer. But as I saw him with his Master happy dancing, I gave them some privacy and slept on the hard rocks of the beach there in Schendi. I also lost a bit orientation in the Port of Schendi. So many gates and stairs... Fox isn't used to cities like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My brother Wolf sent me a letter, that he started to write &lt;a href="http://mickaelpevensey.blogspot.com/"&gt;his diary &lt;/a&gt;again. Mmmm, sweet wild Wolf. I miss him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I really hope, I can return to our island soon, though I love the comfort of civilization more then my Masters and my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-8683902354856435021?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/8683902354856435021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=8683902354856435021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/8683902354856435021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/8683902354856435021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/09/sad-days.html' title='Sad days'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sr_hZInvP6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/YzRmEcbTnJw/s72-c/Snapshot_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-6327510142426658515</id><published>2009-09-19T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:32:34.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isle of Tidra'/><title type='text'>Dear diary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I returned from hard days work to the safety kennel last night, I found a note from my Master. He had to bring my brother Wolf to the mainland for some reason. The note was scratched hastily and I worried a bit. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to promenade through the temple-ruins a bit, and then go to the beach, getting some fresh air and collecting shells for a new loincloth with which I wanted to surprise my Master. Although the Masters had warned me about the tribe, I was not nervous. As far as I understood, they are unarmed, and I had my bow and my rocks with me.&lt;br /&gt;Approaching the beach I saw a shape in close distance. A cute blond boy, just some ropes with shells around his hips... like those I wanted to make to surprise my Master. I carefully stepped closer not to scare him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{...too lazy to tell the whole short-story, so read yourself, especially as I know, that some are interested in the emotes}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[2009/09/18 17:46]  Testimo Haalan jumps around whistling and humming, exploring the island, as he suddenly recognizes one of the savage boy's his Masters and brothers mentioned&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:46]  Xaxat Sabretooth looks up cautiously.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:46]  Testimo Haalan bends his head lightly, looking at the boy, squatting down&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:47]  Xaxat Sabretooth thinks this one... does not seem as dangerous...&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:47]  Testimo Haalan tries a shy smile to not scare the boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:47]  Xaxat Sabretooth picks a deep red flower and holds it out.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:47]  Xaxat Sabretooth: /pointyou&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:47]  Testimo Haalan with a soft voice "greetings, brother"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:47]  Xaxat Sabretooth: greetings... brother.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:48]  Testimo Haalan carefully steps a bit closer as he sees the savage picking a flower and reaching it to him&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:48]  Xaxat Sabretooth feels something melt in him with the warmth of the boy's voice... and he can understand the words of this language&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:49]  Testimo Haalan reaches in his rock-pouch.... slowly to not scare the boy.... his fingers searching for one of his beloved candies between all the rocks&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:49]  Xaxat Sabretooth points to his chest. "Me Xaxat." he offers the flower. "You...." he thinnks.. "You nice."&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:49]  Testimo Haalan finds one of the rare candies, not knowing when he ever will get candy again.... takes it out and shows it to the boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:50]  Xaxat Sabretooth looks at the small pebble, sniffing it.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:50]  Testimo Haalan smiles and nods "me nice. me fox"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:50]  Xaxat Sabretooth: you.. you are nice fox&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:50]  Testimo Haalan crawls a bit closer&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:50]  Testimo Haalan places the candy close to the boy's feet and crawls back&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:50]  Xaxat Sabretooth bends to pick up the candy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:51]  Xaxat Sabretooth bend to pick up the colorful pebble. He sniffis it... sweet.. like a brother's kiss&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:52]  Testimo Haalan kneels very still to not scare the cute savage, while the boy grabs the candy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:52]  Xaxat Sabretooth accepted your inventory offer.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:53]  Testimo Haalan smiles "good?"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:53]  Xaxat Sabretooth licks it gently&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:53]  Xaxat Sabretooth: Good.. Good like fox&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:53]  Testimo Haalan: it's candy. cannnnnn-deeeee&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:53]  Xaxat Sabretooth: cannnnndeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:53]  Testimo Haalan nods happily&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:54]  Testimo Haalan: you Xa'xat?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:54]  Testimo Haalan: Xaxat. Fox. Fox. Xaxat. Foxaxat! *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:55]  Xaxat Sabretooth: me Xaxat! You fox!&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:55]  Xaxat Sabretooth: Xaxat and fox nice like candy.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:55]  Xaxat Sabretooth takes candeee into his mouth and sucks it.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:55]  Testimo Haalan recognizes the whip-marks on the boy's chest and frowns a bit&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:56]  Xaxat Sabretooth crawls close and curls up at the new boy's feet.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:56]  Xaxat Sabretooth: xaxat bad. Franze hurt Xaxat. Make Xaxat good.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:57]  Testimo Haalan looks down to his belt, reaches in the belt-pouches and looks for some special leaves he had collected. he takes the two of them and puts it into his mouth to chew a while on it&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:57]  Xaxat Sabretooth watches careully, not recognizing these leaves formthe island.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:58]  Testimo Haalan spits a green mass into his open hand and reach his hand out, points with his other hand at his own chest, slides his finger along it at the same spots where the boy's whip-marks are, then makes some rubbing movements&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:59]  Testimo Haalan slowly "medicine. good! nice! healing!" and lifts his outstretched hand encouraging&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:59]  Xaxat Sabretooth tries to figure out this.. moving his fingers across his marks&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 17:59]  Xaxat Sabretooth walks closer&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:00]  Testimo Haalan gently reaches his free hand for the boy's belt to pull him down to the ground next to him&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:00]  Xaxat Sabretooth relaxes&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:01]  Testimo Haalan softly touches the boy's chest with the green leavy mess, carefully rubbing it into the bruises and marks&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:01]  Xaxat Sabretooth moans softly&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:02]  Testimo Haalan gently touches Xaxat's nipple.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:02]  Xaxat Sabretooth leans into the touch.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:02]  Testimo Haalan while treating the marks looks up into the savage boy's face "Xaxat sad?"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:04]  Xaxat Sabretooth feels his worres melt away with the soothing touch.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:04]  Testimo Haalan humms soothing, while he gently rubs the chewed leaves into the wounds&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:04]  Testimo Haalan gently touches Xaxat's nipple.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:04]  Xaxat smiles.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:04]  Xaxat Sabretooth feels the gentle touch.. so diferetne from the other manbeasts.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:05]  Testimo Haalan finally finishes treating the wounds, cleans his hand at his thigh&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:06]  Testimo Haalan sighs. "Fox must go now" Points at himself, makes with two fingers walking movements and points up to the cave on the hill&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:06]  Xaxat Sabretooth: fox nice. fox go.. xaxat sad&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:07]  Xaxat Sabretooth touches fox's chest.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:07]  Testimo Haalan: "Fox tired." - shows an exeggerated yawn "Fox sleep" Makes the intergalactical sign for sleep with his hands on his ears&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:07]  Xaxat Sabretooth purrs&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:07]  Xaxat Sabretooth waps his arms arond fox.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:07]  Testimo Haalan: Fox much work tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:07]  Xaxat Sabretooth: fox sleep nice&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:08]  Testimo Haalan smiles surprised as the boy hugs him&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:08]  Xaxat Sabretooth slowly traces the tip of their hot wet tongue over Testimo's sweet mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:08]  Testimo Haalan purrs like a cat&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:08]  Testimo Haalan: Mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:08]  Testimo Haalan gently kisses the savage boy, then moves a bit back&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:08]  Xaxat Sabretooth mimes sleep. Fox sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:09]  Xaxat Sabretooth blows a kiss&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:09]  Testimo Haalan: if Fox not sleep, Master whips fox" - makes a sign like whipping&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:09]  Testimo Haalan slowly stands up&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:10]  Xaxat Sabretooth opens his arms&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:10]  Hug &amp;amp; Kiss 2.02 Deluxe: Xaxat Sabretooth invited you to a couple animation, choose 'yes' to accept&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:10]  Testimo Haalan: Mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:10]  Xaxat Sabretooth: mmmmm... happy sleep fox&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:11]  Testimo Haalan kisses the boy's head "Fox see Xaxat again."&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:11]  Testimo Haalan waves&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:11]  Xaxat Sabretooth feels he has know the boy a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:11]  Xaxat Sabretooth waves&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:11]  Testimo Haalan: fox sleep now&lt;br /&gt;[2009/09/18 18:12]  Testimo Haalan quickly runs back to the cave to get some sleep, worrying about his Master and his chainbrother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-6327510142426658515?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/6327510142426658515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=6327510142426658515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/6327510142426658515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/6327510142426658515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-diary_19.html' title='Dear diary...'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-2111030529275118024</id><published>2009-09-15T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:27:19.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chain'/><title type='text'>paintings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My twin-brother and my Master's Companion did order some paintings the other day.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to pose for the painter with him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sq_pxITKiUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TG-PXkyjW8Q/s1600-h/twins+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sq_pp8xcXDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RmrHBaiI2xw/s400/twins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381776986628447282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sq_plB0R87I/AAAAAAAAAFE/HesKoSvaK5Y/s1600-h/Testimo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sq_plB0R87I/AAAAAAAAAFE/HesKoSvaK5Y/s400/Testimo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381776902083179442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sq_pf3QgcsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Uj7Crt28qzI/s1600-h/Testimo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; 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Blue hour. The island bathes in dark blue light in those minutes before the sun arises. Can't sleep and so I'm guarding my Master's sleep, keeping his body warm with mine, which isn't easy to write at the same time and to fight the arousal his proximity causes in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some busy weeks behind us. For some reasons our Masters left Silver Tree and I showed them the island I once discovered. Here we found a shelter. I feel a little nervous here, remembering very well that animal or Kur or whatever it was that hunted me down on my very first visit. Have not seen it since, but I'm sure it lurks somewhere out there in the darkness. But in the night we're safe here in the kennel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our arrival on this island - our Masters named it "Isle of Tidra" - we started to explore it. And we found a cave that looks inhabited. My first impression, that there are no human beings on this island was wrong. I saw them! Although... I'm not so sure, if they are human beings. They walk and talk like humans, but some of them have tails and ears like animals...It's very strange and I'm a bit scared. Though they seem to be very shy and avoid us, I sometimes see them from the corners of my eyes hiding behind bushes or rocks and observing us. I think they are not happy that we occupied the cave which seems to be theirs. But our Masters built a strong  wooden door with an even stronger beam in one of the inner caves which we made our kennel. So we are safe at night, I hope. We were very busy exploring the island. It's beautiful and dangerous. I can't tell how often I've been bitten by snakes, spiders and other animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often see the Masters sitting together and whispering. They know much more then little Teso... or "Fox" how my Master likes to call me now. I overheard words like "...Dark Lord..." and "...following the Dark Path..." as well as something about the Black Caste... - All that frightens me a bit, whereas my brothers are very exited of the new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my brothers.... So beautiful and loving and caring! Two days ago I asked my brother Tesa to become my companion. Yes, I know... a slave and companion? Impossible! Well, we keep it secret. Our Masters better never know about it!&lt;br /&gt;It was the day, when our Master's granted us a day off work, generous as they are. So Tesa and me decided to take a boat and paddle the long way to the new place of brother Misha. But as we arrived there - exhausted from the long journey - a strange Master frightened us a bit. For heaven's sake they didn't know, that our Masters are no longer Head-Slaver and Magistrate of Silver Tree. So finally, although we were granted safe paths through the city, we prefered to return home to the safety of our island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel the sleep coming. It's time to cuddle closer to my beloved Master and warm him more. One of my most favorite tasks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-8644310002735698380?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/8644310002735698380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=8644310002735698380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/8644310002735698380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/8644310002735698380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary....'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-9195479943547996367</id><published>2009-09-14T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T06:28:43.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOC'/><title type='text'>Bad Roleplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;I try not to complain too much about bad RPers, though it's getting really frustrating, how many of them are around. You really don't know where to go anymore to get some good RP. Well, to be fair I changed the guy's name in this conversation. I don't want to defame him, but maybe the one or other "Gorean" reads it and it helps to get the RP better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, my brother Tesa and me arrived at that Gorean SIM at the same time as a Free arrived. Somehow he landed under the docks in the water and started to drown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;[16:37] Testimo Haalan looks around, hearing someone moaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;[16:37] Bad Roleplayer has entered chat range.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;[16:37] Gorean Meter 2.7.7 shouts: Bad Roleplayer has reset their combat meter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:38] Testimo Haalan sees a master drowning, reaches a hand in the water to help him out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;{offer him TP to the safety of the docks}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:38] Testimo Haalan: you're well, Master?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:38] Tesakam Riler: greetings, Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:38] Bad Roleplayer: aye lad thank you for yhe hand i can swim ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Comment: Okay... hm, calling slaves "lads"? And if he can swim, why is he drowning? Maybe a typo? However, here's my suggestion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Roleplayer climbs out of the water with the kajirus' help, coughing and panting. His blue robes oozing from the dirty dock-water, building puddles on the wooden planks. While trying to wring out his kilt he mumbles "... must have slipped...." and adds a short greeting "Tal, lil ones"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:39] Testimo Haalan: greetings, Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:39] Bad Roleplayer: tal little ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:39] Bad Roleplayer: names ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At least here you recognize: Bad RPer, who's not in the mood to emote. - You see: Even if you IN CHARACTER might despise slaves and think they are not worthy complete sentences or spoken to at all, but to not even emote, is a despise of the other RPer BEHIND the screen. So, &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;P-rule # 1: Take your time for emoting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Suggestion: &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Roleplayer - angry about his own clumsiness and the humilation of needing a slave's helping hand - shakes his wet hair, neglecting the kneeling boys and just growls a short "names?", to learn the slaves' names&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:39] Testimo Haalan: we heard you moaning and thought you were drowning, Master. me is called fox, this is my brother tesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:40] Bad Roleplayer: tal fox al teesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:40] Bad Roleplayer: what are you scamps doing in {name of the SIM}?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:42] Bad Roleplayer: come speak your purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*sigh* And here's &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;RP-rule #2: Give others time to emote!&lt;/span&gt; I'm a slow typer, my emotes are long (sometimes too long, I guess) and sometimes I have to look up words in the dictionary; words like "scamp"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:42] Testimo Haalan bends his head to the ground, watching the water dripping on the dock of the Master's kilt "Greetings, Master. Would you be so kind to explain the word 'scamps', Master? Never heard that before. - And we were about to visit a friend of ours who lives here, but we never been here before"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:42] Bad Roleplayer: end Master boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Really: I have no idea what he tried to say with this sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; [If he means, that a slave has to end &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every &lt;/span&gt;sentence with the word "Master", then it's just bullshit. That's an onlinism and in the books slaves said 1000s of sentences &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;ending with the word "Master". I adressed him with "Master" in my speech and that's absolutely correct.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;[16:43] Bad Roleplayer pulls a document called 'Slave Papers' from Testimo's message holder and reads it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;[16:43] Teso's hair: **Your Teso's hair is being touched by Bad Roleplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16:44] Testimo Haalan looks a bit surprised up the Master, hestitating, not sure, what he means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;[16:44] Teso's hair whispers: Bad Roleplayer whaps Testimo upside the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well... here it starts: Klicking on body-parts, clicking on paper-carriers... all without any emotes/RP. As bad as bad sex, when someone only uses the XCite-menu. (Don't get me wrong - I like the XCite stuff, but always in combination with the right and fitting emoting. An addition, not a substitute)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:44] Testimo Haalan: end my Master, Master?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:44] Bad Roleplayer: ahh you have caught the trick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No idea which trick or what he's talking of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; [or maybe the - unnecessary - "trick", to end a sentence with "Master"?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:44] Tesakam Riler look his brother a bit surprise bi the word of the Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:46] Bad Roleplayer: pass me your papers boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:46] Testimo Haalan: forgive us, Master, but we are only stupid slave boys and don't understand the erudite language of a well educated Master in blue ropes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:47] Testimo Haalan smiles as he finally understands, reaches for his paper-carrier, pulls out the papers and crawls a bit closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:47] Bad Roleplayer: *groans quietly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hm, groaning? And why? Because of implying, that he's an educated scribe? Well, if someone is wearing blue from head to toe, it's valid to assume, I guess. - Or maybe, because I didn't end again the sentence with "Master"? Well, I adressed him so in the beginning, so that's absolutely correct and would have been nonsense to add it at the end of the sentence also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:47] Bad Roleplayer: Aye lad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:48] Bad Roleplayer: Youre City provenance and history ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:48] Tesakam Riler take his paper out his paper holder and take out his paper, get closer to the Master, giving them to the Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:48] Testimo Haalan bends his head deeply and hands the Master in blue his papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;[16:48] Tesakam Riler pulls a document called 'Slave Papers' from Tesakam's message holder and reads it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;[16:48] Close Range: The Administrator [30m]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;[16:48] Chat Range: The Administrator [19m]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;{The Administrator comes closer at this point. Recognizable as Administrator or maybe Ubar for his violet cloak, he's wearing}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:48] Bad Roleplayer: takes the papers and examinies them carefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:49] Testimo Haalan: we followed our Masters to a strange island....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:49] The Administrator: Tal, Sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:49] Bad Roleplayer: XY !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:49] The Administrator: greetings boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:49] Testimo Haalan moves a little as another Master arrives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:49] Testimo Haalan: greetings, Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:49] Tesakam Riler: greetings, Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:50] Bad Roleplayer: How are you Afministrator ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:50] The Administrator: I am well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:50] The Administrator: who are these boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:50] Testimo Haalan bends his head again to the new arrived Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:51] Tesakam Riler bend his head like his brother do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:52] Bad Roleplayer: i know not but that little one pulled me from the dock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:52] Testimo Haalan - unsure who was asked - keeps his mouth shut for the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:52] The Administrator: hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:53] The Administrator: they do seem to be quite the pair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;[16:53] Teso's hair: **Your Teso's hair is being touched by Bad Roleplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;[16:53] Teso's hair whispers: Bad Roleplayer pets Testimo on the head. Good boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And here we go again - touching, clicking, no emoting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:53] Testimo Haalan smiles as the Master scribe pets his hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;[16:54] The Administrator pulls a document called 'Slave Papers' from Testimo's message holder and reads it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And again: No emoting, no RP, just clicking on the paper-holder. As it was in RP, that the Bad Roleplayer was still holding the papers in RP, I would have suggested:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Roleplayer finishes reading the papers, hands them to the Administrator and answers "Boys from Silver Tree"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:54] Bad Roleplayer: lads of silverstree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;[16:54] The Administrator pulls a document called 'Slave Papers' from Tesakam's message holder and reads it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:55] The Administrator takes their papers from their legs and looks them over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, finally an emote. Thanks! I'd like to suggest a small formality: Emote first, click then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:56] Bad Roleplayer whispers: resrtricted slaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:56] The Administrator: ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:56] The Administrator: from silver tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:56] The Administrator: I suppose you know my good frind Rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:56] The Administrator: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:56] Bad Roleplayer: alliess my admin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just a quick note: "Administrator" is a title on Gor. I don't think anyone would shorten it with "admin". But anyways....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:56] The Administrator looks at the boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:56] The Administrator: no....but not enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:56] Testimo Haalan: yes, Master. The first sword of ST is my protector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:57] Bad Roleplayer: who owns you boy ? it is not clear ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not clear after he did read the slave-papers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:58] Tesakam Riler: our Masters names are in our paper Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:58] Testimo Haalan: our Masters are Free Companions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:58] The Administrator: they are owned by the magistrate and slaver os silvertree, Sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:58] The Administrator: of*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:59] Testimo Haalan beams up to the Master in the Ubar's rope and beams "Yes, Master"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:59] Testimo Haalan: *robe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My fault: two times "beamed" and always confusing "robe" and "rope". *heh* Freudian slip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[16:59] The Administrator nods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:00] Bad Roleplayer: not an ubatr bot an administrator. a far more honourable position&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:00] The Administrator smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:00] Bad Roleplayer: he does not encompass war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hm, that was a open speach comment to a emoting. As worse as reading mind. However, to my knowledge, the violet cloak is the color of an Ubar, while an administrator was wearing brown and very humble. But I may be wrong...&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;"one wore the brown robes of the Administrator of a City, the humblest robes in the city" Assassins of Gor}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:01] Testimo Haalan: ((that's an information I would only know from tag. sorry. purple is Ubar's clothes, no?))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:01] Bad Roleplayer: ((only in one book purple ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:02] Bad Roleplayer: ((and a slave you wait till your told who masters are ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:02] Bad Roleplayer: ((you presumed on my blue lol)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, and here the OOC started. Why do people always confuse their role IC and OOC? He has not to tell me as RPer, what I have to wait for "as a slave". Especially not, when HE is wrong!  But maybe it was all a problem of language-barrier. Most of the time we really were not sure, what he was talking about. However to his comment: 1. He is wearing blue. So he is scribe. 2. The other was wearing the colors of the leader, so he is Ubar or Administrator. 3. HE himself called the other one "Administrator". So of course we could know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:03] Testimo Haalan: ((sorry, but in OOC I'm not a slave))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:03] Bad Roleplayer: ((fair enogh))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:03] The Administrator smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:04] Testimo Haalan looks at the two Masters, insecure, if he's expected to explain their presence or if they have more important things to talk about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to avoid more OOC and going back to RP at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:04] Bad Roleplayer: ((just advisinfg he he tell me to piss off ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:04] Testimo Haalan: ((huh?))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:05] Tesakam Riler: ((huh, what ??))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No idea, what he's talking about. It seems like an OOC-insult, but lets give him the benefit, that he just has problems with the language... However, after this we had lost ANY interest to give the SIM a closer visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:05] The Administrator: you may pass boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:06] The Administrator: you are granted safe passage here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:07] Testimo Haalan: Thank you, Master." - turns to his brother - "We better take a ship back and visit brother misha another time, my brother?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:07] The Administrator: oh, Misha.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:07] The Administrator: he is on the next island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:07] The Administrator smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:07] Tesakam Riler look his brother and nods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:08] Tesakam Riler: thank you Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:08] Testimo Haalan: thank you, Master" - crawls a few paces back "I wish you safe paths, Masters"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:09] Bad Roleplayer: tal little ones visit again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:09] Tesakam Riler: safe paths Masters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:09] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;The Administrator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;: safe paths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;[17:09] Close Range: The Administrator [25m]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:09] Testimo Haalan jumps in a boat, opens his mouth to show the captain the coins his Master had left under his tongue for the passage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:10] Tesakam Riler follow his brother embarque in the boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;[17:10] Bad Roleplayer: touching coins !!!111&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;And a last faux-pas at the end. No reason to complain about slaves "touching" coins. 1. I was not touching it, I was wearing it in my mouth under my tongue, where my Master left it. That is one of the common and appropreate ways for a kajirus to carry money. 2. A slave IS allowed to touch money, if his Master gives him the permission. However of course he never OWNS it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we jumped into the boat and went back to our little wild island. Very frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more RP-rule: If you are not in the mood to RP or busy to do something else, then just keep it short and don't waste other players times. Next time I suggest this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-style: italic;"&gt;Testimo Haalan looks around, hearing someone moaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-style: italic;"&gt;Roleplayer has entered chat range.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gorean Meter 2.7.7 shouts: Roleplayer has reset their combat meter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-style: italic;"&gt;Testimo Haalan sees a master drowning, reaches a hand in the water to help him out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-style: italic;"&gt;Testimo Haalan: you're well, Master?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tesakam Riler: greetings, Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-style: italic;"&gt;Roleplayer: aye lad thank you for yhe hand i can swim ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-style: italic;"&gt;Roleplayer wrings out his wet clothes, nods quickly to the boys and heads towards the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- finish -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-9195479943547996367?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/9195479943547996367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=9195479943547996367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/9195479943547996367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/9195479943547996367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-roleplay.html' title='Bad Roleplay'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-2902141508598170517</id><published>2009-07-28T04:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:44:35.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chain'/><title type='text'>with my Masters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sm7mo3TnQtI/AAAAAAAAADw/7pQJU7Nea7s/s1600-h/Kenshi,+Teso+%26+Franzi+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sm7mo3TnQtI/AAAAAAAAADw/7pQJU7Nea7s/s400/Kenshi,+Teso+%26+Franzi+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363477795960210130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A nice pictures with my Masters, the Head-Slaver and the Magistrate of Silver Tree, before the new palace of ST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sm7nDnRZywI/AAAAAAAAAD4/btoB_63g8OU/s1600-h/family_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sm7nDnRZywI/AAAAAAAAAD4/btoB_63g8OU/s400/family_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363478255512439554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did a photoshooting ((of course I have NO IDEA, what that means... There are no photos on Gor)) with the whole chain yesterday. Was so good to have my chain-brothers and our Masters around all together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-2902141508598170517?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/2902141508598170517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=2902141508598170517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/2902141508598170517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/2902141508598170517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/07/with-my-masters.html' title='with my Masters'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/Sm7mo3TnQtI/AAAAAAAAADw/7pQJU7Nea7s/s72-c/Kenshi,+Teso+%26+Franzi+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-7365708816050215001</id><published>2009-07-09T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:44:18.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>dear diary - the discovering of an Island (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was in the tight grip of the beast and waited for my death, but suddenly I felt my body sliding to the ground. There I was... in the grass... facing the ground, the animal over me, pinning me to the ground with it's heavy weight. Steaming body, full of muscles. I smelled the musk scent of it's fur.. I whimpered: "Please... don't kill me.... I... I.... don't know... if you understand me....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the beast only growled. My whole body tensed. Then I grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. I opened my eyes and staired into its  glowing eyes. It sniffled as if it could smell my fear. But something was going on behind those eyes. It was... like I could recognize a human spirit behind it. Had no time to think about it, as I was thrown back again and the beast sat on my back, pinning me to the ground again, almost taking my breath with it's heavy weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt it's muzzle in my necks. Those sharp fangs so close. The steamy breath on my skin. I waited for the deadly bite and whined "Please... don't kill me.... I... I'm sorry.... that I came on your island... please....", but then to my surprise I felt something rubbing between my cheeks, growing bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm too ashamed to tell what happened next. I hope no one will ever know, what happened. I was the helpless victim of the animal's feral instincts. I don't know, how long the beast played with me. I thought I would loose my mind in the fear and pain I experienced. I cried, I begged, I yelled. But the most embarrassing and scaring experience was, that in spite of the pain and fear I felt a strange arousal being abused by that beast. And I had the one thought, that... maybe... if I could satisfy the beast, it would abandon killing me at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know, how long it gratified it's savage desires with me. My body and my mind seemed to explode in the feelings of pain, fear and big confusion. As it finally had enough of me, its  big paw grabbed my neck and lifted me up easily like a puppy. Held in the beasts strong grip I took a deep breath... sure that now I was facing death. looked into the beast's eyes with a sudden pride to face my death bravely open eyed. But something seemed to happen as I looked into it's eyes, recognizing a shimmer of humanity behind it... and something strangely familiar. The beast hestitated and all of a sudden released me of it's grip. I fall to the ground as the kur or wolfman or whatever it was made an immense jump, turned around and headed into the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know, how long I laid there on the ground. My whole body was shaking, my ass in big pain, and I felt blood running out my butthole and down my thighs. After a while I dared to look around, searched for any sign of the beast. My brain puzzled and confused from the pain and the exitement I felt being raped by a beast.... and from that look in the beast's eye... remembering that something strange was in that look... not only a trace of humanity.... something that looked frightingly familiar, without exactly knowing, what it was. Finally I got up from the ground, moaning. I found the ladder, climbed up, over the bridge and stumbled along the path, every step causing pain in my bruised body, especially in my butt. As I crossed the river, I took a quick bath, washing the blood off and feeling the cold water soothing my sore butt a bit. Then I continued my way, the sun slowly arising on the horizone blinded me as my eyes were full of tears of pain and embarrassement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Coming closer to the beach, blinded by the arising sun, I suddenly fall over something on the ground. I got up and turned around and gasped in surprise: There laid my Master. Unconcious. Naked. I quickly kneeled down beside him, laid my head on his chest and exhaled relieved as I felt him breath and his heard his heart beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Master?!", I whispered and carefully shook his body, my eyes sliding over his skin to search for wounds. While I tried to awake him, I looked around over and over again, afraid that whatever brought my Master down could return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally he moaned and opened his eyes. I beamed happily, but then frowned "What.... are you doing here, my Master?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He tried to stand up and I gave him a helping hand. He looked tired and exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He answered: "I followed you through the night to here her and then...", then he hestitated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You followed me, my Master?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I.. I... came here... you an...and I don't...remember". He looked at me in confusion, but slowly seemed to regain his spirit and his mood changed to anger. He grabbed me by my collar and I gasped in surprise, as he roughly pulled me into his arms "Do not make that again or you will kill me, Teso", he said in a strong voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I stiffened a bit in my Master's hug, my body in pain and my butt hurting as I spread my legs to wrap them around my Master's hips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Why leave the house like that on the middle of the night!?" - I recognized his accent coming back, which always showed me, that he's upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I buried my face in his shoulders and mumbeled: "Yes, my Master. I'm sorry, my Master. I... I... just couldn't sleep, my Master."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"That is not a reason to come on this strange island alone! You can be kill!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I thought, it would be helpful to take a boat-tour and get tired, my Master. I'm sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He let me out of his grip and I sank to the ground again, kneeling to his feet. I bent my head deeply to the ground "Please forgive me, my Master"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Well do not make that again or i punish you severly!" he threatened, but I felt the sorrow in his voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I crouched deeper to the ground. "Yes, my Master"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt my Master's eyes on me. "Teso, do you have pain somewhere?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"N.. no, my Master" I lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Nadu!", he commanded and I lifted my upper body, arching my back and kneeled with spreaded legs before him, my eyes fixed to the ground at His feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I am not sure you are alright... Tomorow report to Master Leo for a medical exam!", he ordered. Then looked around for a moment. "This island I feel is not sure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Yes, my Master", I answered, thinking of the dark beast. "Can we go home now, my Master? I think after the long journey back, I will be able to sleep, if you don't have any more chores for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I looked up and recognized the worried look. "You are feeling well, my Master? Maybe you should see the Master Healer too tomorrow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Master looked at me with a strange, puzzled look "..huh ... yes...  I am fine ... my teso, I will see for the hearler maybe... don't worry, my sunshine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It all was a very strange situation and I don't know, what happened to my Master. If he was attacked by that beast too or something else. We rowed back to Silver Tree in silence, towards the rizing sun on the horizon. As we finally reached Silver Tree and my Masters home, we fell into bed, tired and exhausted. But for the first time I didn't feel fully comfortable in my Master's arms. I feel dirty and ashamed by the experience. And my butt still hurts and bleeds sometimes, but I can't tell anyone. I'm afraid to see the Master Healer, but it's my Master's order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But strangely... I don't get that beast out of my mind. There was something at it... I don't know.... I have to find out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-7365708816050215001?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/7365708816050215001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=7365708816050215001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/7365708816050215001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/7365708816050215001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary-discovering-of-island-2.html' title='dear diary - the discovering of an Island (2)'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-6732291768587436821</id><published>2009-07-08T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:44:07.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>dear diary - the discovering of an Island (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the incident last night I went to kennel in my Master's arms. But while my Master fell into a deep sleep, I just layed there with my ears on his chest and listened to his heart-beat. Still too upset about the incident with the outlaw-boy, unable to find sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I was sure, that my Master was sleeping deeply, I decided to get some fresh air, walking around a bit in the hope to get tired. I kissed my sleeping Master's soft lips, then slided out of his arm and stood up, sneaking on my tiptoes to the first floor and out the house.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't recognize, that my Master must have woken up from my move and called me. I didn't hear him as I opened the door and stepped out into the chilli night, shivering a bit - bare-naked in the fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the docks, my feet playing in the water, I watched the river reflecting the three full moons of Gor. I don't know, why I got that stupid idea, as I looked at one of the boats tied to the docks and thought 'Hmmm, maybe a little tour with the boat will make me sleepy?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Silly me got up and jumped into the boat, untied it and grabbed a paddle. I rowed out into the night, further out the the ocean.. the big Thassa-sea, not recognizing, that another boat was following me in some distance. I don't know, how long I rowed the boat, driven by my rage against the mean behaviour of those brothers that day and the inappropreate behaviour of many other slaves which don't deserve to be called "kajirus". I lost every feeling for time, leading the boat further to the west, into the night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suddenly I was surrounded by heavy fog, causing shivers on my sweaty body. I got a bit frightened and the next moment I was thrown back into the boat, as it surprisingly run aground. I picked myself up, looked overboard and recognized, that there was firm ground under the boat. My eyes tried to cut through the fog, as a soft breeze slowly blew away the mist and I could see the contours of a dark island. Frightend from the shadows and the unfamiliar noises around me but also driven by curiousity I carefully stepped out of the boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know why, but I felt a strange attraction to this island, thinking how beautiful, peaceful and dangerous it seemed at the same time, shimmering under the light of the three moons of Gor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I followed a dark, overgrown path. noticing that no human being have walked there for hundreds of years. I took some steps into that path, suddenly stopped as I thought I heard a growl behind me. I pricked my ears, stood still, listening into the night. My hand reached for my rocks in the pouch, but all I could hear was the mumbling of a nearby river and the insects singing their nightsong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Following the path deeper into the jungle I recognized the sounds of the river coming from deeper. - Without noticing it, the path must have lead me up a hill. Suddenly I heard the brawl of a waterfall and found an old bridge leading over a deep, black decent. I tested it, setting a foot on it, considering if it would withstand my weight, as I suddenly heard the crack of a twig behind me. Spinning around I stared into the darkness, but couldn't see anything. I felt my hard beating faster. And then.... a dark shadow coming closer. I hold my breath and slowly stepped backwards onto the bridge.... pace by pace ... my heart beating faster. As the shadow came closer I finally turned around and ran over the bridge, praying to the priest kings, that it will withstand my weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt the movement behind me, the bridge creaking under the heavy weight of another body  behind me. I heard a deep growl, coming closer, but finally reached the other side of the bridge and found a ladder. Without thinking I climbed down into the valley in the hope that whatever is following me, it couldn't climb ladders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I reached the ground of the valley, I recognized my mistake: I was trapped! I ran around, but there seemed to be no exit. On three sides high walls blocked my way, and on the fourth side there was open stormy sea. Impossible to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hided behind a bush, my heart beating staccato, holding my breath. I was sure, that my life will end soon and sent another silent prayer to the Priest Kings for the safety of my Masters and brothers. I heard a the sound of a heavy body falling on the ground and then I saw it! A big beast... hairy.... full of muscles under it's black fur.... looking like a wolf, but standing like a human. "A Kur!", I thought, but wasn't sure. Never saw the kurii, just heard of them. So how should I know how they look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The dark beast stared at me with glowing eyes. I pulled a rock out of my pouch, but I was sure, that my rocks wouldn't do much damage to this dark, big beast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Gssssssssshhhhhh!", I hissed, "Go away!", trying to chase the beast away, but it stared at me and came closer. I stepped back pace by pace till I felt the cold stone of the wall in my back. I tried to throw a rock, but I was trembling too much and it landed in the water. The beast growled. I tried to reach for another rock, but it slipped out my trembling fingers. Then it jumped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I smelled it's hot breath at it was over me and attacked me. Oh, what power and strength that beast had! I tried to hit it with my fists, fighting for my life, but my small body was like a puppet in its claws. Finally I passed out, thankfully that I had not to face my death in conciousness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it seems it was not my time to die. I woke up as my body was shaken. For a small moment - not knowing where I am - I enjoyed warm, hairy arms holding me. Then I opened my eyes and looked up into a wolf's face. I opened my mouth to scream, but only a hoarse croak came out my throat. The beast stared down at me with his sparkling eyes, then opened it's mouth and showed me it's long, sharp teeth. I panted heavily, feeling the tight grip of the hairy beast holding me... no chance to escape.... staring into the glowing savage eyes... saw the beasts hunger. I closed my eyes, sure that the next moment I would feel those fangs at my throat.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-6732291768587436821?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/6732291768587436821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=6732291768587436821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/6732291768587436821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/6732291768587436821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-diary-discovering-of-island-1.html' title='dear diary - the discovering of an Island (1)'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-936505154553098737</id><published>2009-06-23T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:43:20.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Dear diary...</title><content type='html'>... today my Master went to a long travel with my two chain-brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was bored all alone, as my Master's FC was away also. So I sneaked around Silver Tree. I heard rumours, that the homestone was stolen, but of course nobody tells me - a  little kajirus - about important matters like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard, that the thieves have left ST and walked over to their castle. It was burnt down to ruines and I climbed around the catacombes. The fisherman almost caught me, but I could slip through a hole in the floor and escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the South where I found a place I've never been before. And a treehouse. Tried to climb up, but fallen down and hurt my ankle. Silly me! I limped to Tabor into the infirmary, where Master Deakins took care of my ankle. Many Masters came and they were very nice to me. That felt good, even if I was a little embarrassed about so many Masters caring for just one silly slaveboy. I got crutches and it is much fun to walk with them. It's no fun, when I land on my butt with a big bang every time I try to turn around. But it will be only for three days, says Master Healer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing my Master already. Hope he has a safe passage and will come back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;((Sometimes you have the nicest RPs, when you expect it the least, though I was a bit embarrassed, that a simple lonely-RP out of a mood, went so long involving other players. It doesn't have to be battle and fight all the time to have fun. And I had!))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[2009/06/23 12:48] Testimo Haalan walks with a limp up to the infirmery and knocks on the door&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:48] Testimo Haalan as nobody answers carefully opens the door and peeks in&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:48] Testimo Haalan shily "hello?!"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:49] Chat Range: Rio Paulino [20m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:49] Close Range: Rio Paulino [21m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:49] Master Deakins: the panthers rescued you?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:49] Master Deakins: lol&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:49] Master Deakins: hehehehe you had a nice evening&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:49] Rod Bigboots wipes the sweat from his forehead&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:49] Testimo Haalan limps up the stairs and hears voices. Ask shily again "hello?"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:49] Rod Bigboots: sounds like fun!&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:50] Testimo Haalan peaks around the board, sees noone and walks into the infirmery&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:51] Testimo Haalan again very silent: "hellooohoo?"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:53] Testimo Haalan limps around the infirmary searching for bandages&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:54] Testimo Haalan finally finds some on a board, looks around again if he sees someone, then takes a bandage from the board&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:55] Testimo Haalan reaches into his rock-pouch and touches for the candy he stored there&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:56] Testimo Haalan finally finds the peppermint-candy between all the rocks and pulls it out his pouch&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:57] Testimo Haalan looks sadly at the candy, then lays it on the board next to the bandages as payment&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 12:58] Testimo Haalan gets to the sink, waters the bandages, then bends down to wrap the cool fabrics around his swollen ankle&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:06] Chat Range: Rod Bigboots [20m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:06] Chat Range: Master Deakins [19m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:06] Chat Range: Rio Paulino [18m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:06] Rio Paulino: tal Teso!!!&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:07] Testimo Haalan limps up to the Masters&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:07] Master Deakins: nidan boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:07] Rio Paulino: how are you?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:07] Rio Paulino: limping? whast the matter?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:07] Rod Bigboots: greetings little one&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:07] Master Deakins looks to the cripple boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:07] Rio Paulino rushes to his side&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:07] Testimo Haalan slides to his knees and winces "I'm fine. Greetings, Masters"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:07] Rio Paulino: are you hurt?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:07] Rio Paulino: you are not fine!!&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:08] Rio Paulino bends down and picks the boy up in his arms&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:08] Testimo Haalan: just fallen from a treehouse, my Protector&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:08] Rio Paulino: come let us go back into the infromary&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:08] Master Deakins: what were u doing in the treehouse&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:08] Rio Paulino: come little one&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:08] Master Deakins: lol&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:08] Rio Paulino: i am a ppor protector if i let you climb trees&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:08] Testimo Haalan looks to the ground, blushing "Being curious, Master"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:09] Master Deakins: can we talk about the cos or what?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:09] Rio Paulino: come teso&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:09] Rio Paulino carries the boy to the couch and lays him onnit&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:10] Testimo Haalan: I'm fine. really, my Protector&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:10] Rio Paulino: where does it hurt my boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:10] Testimo Haalan: my own fault&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:10] Rio Paulino: you can hardly walk&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:10] Testimo Haalan: here at the left ankle, Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:10] Testimo Haalan: it's a bit swollen&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:10] Testimo Haalan: I bandaged it already&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:11] Testimo Haalan: I hope Master Healer is not angry at me for getting one of the bandages from there!" - points over to the board&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:11] Rio Paulino smiles at the bandage&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:11] Testimo Haalan: I only had a peppermint-candy to pay for it&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:11] Rio Paulino: cold water compress is the thing for sparins&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:12] Rio Paulino: is it you knee or your ankle?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:12] Testimo Haalan: my ankle, Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:12] Rio Paulino: both?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:12] Testimo Haalan: I already made the bandage wet&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:12] Testimo Haalan: no, only the left, Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:13] Rio Paulino udndoes the bandage and loks at it&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:13] Rio Paulino: it is swlollen&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:14] Rio Paulino wonders where the green is&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:14] Testimo Haalan cringes as his swollen ankle is touched&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:14] Rio Paulino wondrs if it is broken or just twisted&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:15] Rio Paulino: it looks straight enough teso&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:15] Testimo Haalan looks at his protector with big, begging eyes "Please don't tell my Master, that I was climbing on trees and hurt myself, Master"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:16] Testimo Haalan: he went on a big journey today. I hope the ankle is better when HE is back&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:16] Rio Paulino: well i willnot but he might ask you why you are bandaged and limping&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:16] Rio Paulino: was it the big tree house?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:16] Rio Paulino: did you fall off the ladder?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:16] Rio Paulino: or were yu swinging from the branches?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:17] Testimo Haalan: it was in a region in the south. I never been there, Master ((Ceberion))&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:17] Testimo Haalan: there was a wooden cage and I went in. I know a kajirus shouldn't be curious....&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:17] Testimo Haalan blushes ashamed&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:17] Rio Paulino: all boys are curious&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:17] Rio Paulino: its part of their charm&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:17] Chat Range: Master Deakins [19m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:18] Rio Paulino: like cats&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:18] Testimo Haalan smiles at the kind words of the Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:18] Rio Paulino: so it wasn;t silver tress tre house?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:18] Master Deakins: well boy?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:18] Rio Paulino: this ankle is swlooen leo&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:18] Testimo Haalan: no, Master, not in ST&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:18] Rio Paulino: and tender to the touch&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:18] Master Deakins smiles&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:18] Rio Paulino: I do not know how to tell if it is broken though or just sprained&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:18] Master Deakins: may i examine your ankle boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:19] Rio Paulino strokes teso's head to calm his fears&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:19] Rio Paulino: he will not hurt you boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:19] Master Deakins: boy?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:20] Testimo Haalan turns his head to the Master Healer "I only had a candy to pay for the bandage, Master. You know, that we don't have any possessions. But if you need more for the bandages I got, I will find a way to pay you, Master"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:20] Master Deakins: sure sure&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:20] Testimo Haalan smiles a bit insecure: "you don't need my permission to examine me, Master"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:20] Master Deakins takes boys foot carefully in his hand&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:21] Master Deakins feels the foot is warm&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:21] Testimo Haalan grimaces and takes a deep breath as his foot is touched&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:21] Rio Paulino: i will pay for your treatment teso. i am your protector&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:21] Rio Paulino: do not worry&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:21] Master Deakins presses his finger a little bit to see if it is swallen&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:21] Testimo Haalan turns his head to his protector "Thank you, Master"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:21] Testimo Haalan: ouch&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:21] Master Deakins: boy can you move ur foot?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:22] Rio Paulino: here is your candy back&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:22] Rio Paulino hands tteso some candy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:22] Testimo wiggles his toes.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:22] Rio Paulino: in case you hurt the other ankle&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:22] Master Deakins: ah thats nice&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:22] Testimo Haalan grimaces but says "Yes, Master"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:22] Chat Range: Rod Bigboots [19m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:22] Rio Paulino gave you RP Hard Candy for Good Slaves.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:23] Master Deakins: now try to move your feet, not your toes&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:23] Chat Range: Mats Humby [18m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:23] Rio Paulino: ((cardiologist examining an ankle? THERE'S a joke!!))&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:23] Testimo Haalan takes the candy from his protector and quickly stuffs it into his mouth with a big grin in spite of the pain in his foot&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:23] Master Deakins looks to his man&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:24] Master Deakins: whipe that grins from your face Rio&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:24] Mats Humby: Tal all&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:24] Master Deakins: Tal Dr Mats&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:24] Rio Paulino: TAL Mats!&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:24] Rod Bigboots: Tal Mats&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:24] Master Deakins: i see u can move it&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:24] Master Deakins turns the foot a bit&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:24] Testimo Haalan tries to raise up from the table and down to his knees in reflex to greet the other Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:24] Master Deakins: does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:24] Chat Range: Island Projects [18m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:24] Island Projects: tal Mats&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:25] Mats Humby: Tal&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:25] Testimo Haalan: yes, Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:25] Rio Paulino pats the boys hand&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:25] Island Projects looks over to the boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:25] Island Projects: hows the boy doing&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:25] Master Deakins puts your foot back on the table&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:25] Testimo Haalan feels a bit nervous with all the Master's around him, while he's laying&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:25] Rio Paulino: WOLF!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:25] Testimo Haalan: eeeks&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:25] Master Deakins: boy i think it is not broken&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:25] Island Projects: well... my my&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:26] Island Projects: Tal Rio&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:26] Testimo Haalan: that's good news, my Lord&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:26] Master Deakins: i shall place herbs and a wet dandage&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:26] Master Deakins takes some herbs&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:27] Testimo Haalan whispers to the healer "Master? about the injection... as I'm here anyways..... does it hurt much?"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:27] Master Deakins puts the herbs on your ankle and starts to plave the bandage&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:27] Testimo Haalan sighs relieved as he feels the cooling bandages around his ankles&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:28] Master Deakins: you have to rest a few days&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:28] Master Deakins: and not climbing trees&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:29] Master Deakins: okayyyy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:29] Testimo Haalan takes a deep breath "Yes, Master", considering if he should mention, that he was climbing around in the wasted thief's castle ruines too&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:29] Marin Urdaneta: Tal ...what happend&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:29] Master Deakins smiles&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:30] Master Deakins: okay it is perfect&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:30] Master Deakins: i shall give you herbs so u can make tea against the pain&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:31] Master Deakins: i shall give you crutches boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:31] Master Deakins: let me take them&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:31] Chat Range: Rod Bigboots [19m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:31] Master Deakins walks to the corner of the room and takes 2 crutches&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:31] Master Deakins: have u ever walked with crutches before?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:31] Testimo Haalan stands up from the exam-table and slides to his knees, his silks moving in the breeze. on his knees he adjusts his silks "ohhh, Master... I don't... think that's necessary..."&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:32] Master Deakins: i do think it is necessary boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:32] Master Deakins hands the crutches to the boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:32] Chat Range: Mathieu Ansar [16m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:32] Master Deakins: let me help you&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:33] Testimo Haalan blushes embarrassed to bother the Master's so much as he's only a stupid kajirus&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:33] Master Deakins gave you Crutch OZ Right Large w/ ao.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:33] Master Deakins: let me help u standing&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:33] Crutch OZ Right Large w/ ao: 2876 bytes free&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:33] Master Deakins adjusts the crutches on the righ heigth&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:33] Chat Range: Mewen Nemeth [16m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:33] Master Deakins: now try to walk&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:34] Master Deakins: i will see u wont fal&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:34] Testimo Haalan tries to take a step with the crutches and falls over on his face with a loud bang&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:34] Master Deakins places the boy back on his feet&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:34] Master Deakins: i lol&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:34] Testimo Haalan: ooomph&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:35] Master Deakins: i will hold your arm&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:35] Master Deakins: try again&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:35] Chat Range: Mathieu Ansar [15m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:35] Master Deakins: good&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:35] Testimo Haalan: ah, better&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:35] Testimo Haalan: thank you, Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:35] Master Deakins: you are not that stupid boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:36] Rio Paulino watches the boy stumping back and to on his crutches&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:36] Master Deakins: 3 days crutches !&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:36] Testimo Haalan: no, not THAT stupid, Master, but... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:36] Island Projects watches the boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:36] Rio Paulino: shouldn;t he use the GOOD ankle and lift th bad one?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:37] Master Deakins: ssshhh&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:37] Testimo Haalan: ((hehe - thought so too...))&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:37] Island Projects chuckles&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:38] Master Deakins: it is obvious nothing is broken&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:38] Island Projects: ...LMAO...&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:38] Master Deakins: are you realy fallen boy?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:38] Testimo Haalan hops around with the crutches, obviously enjoying it&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:38] Testimo Haalan: yes, Master. Fallen from a treehouse&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:39] Master Deakins: aha&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:39] Testimo hops from one foot to the other nervously.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:39] Testimo Haalan cringes as he hops&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:40] Master Deakins: it will be nice to see you next days like this&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:40] Chat Range: Rod Bigboots [17m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:40] Testimo Haalan: it was over in a region in the south..." - points with the crutch to the west "...., Master. Never been there"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:40] Rio Paulino: and big plans for building?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:40] Rod Bigboots notices the boys crutches "oh the poor little one"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:41] Rio Paulino: oh yes i read a note form mats about i&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:41] Master Deakins: if you can walk again we will go together to that place&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:41] Testimo Haalan turns to the other sabre of ST, as he talks to him, looses balance in the turn and lands on his butt&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:42] Master Deakins: boy what are you doing&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:42] Testimo Haalan: ouch&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:42] Master Deakins: you have to be carefull or you willneed wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:42] Testimo Haalan gets up again, silently swearing&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:42] Rod Bigboots leans over and reaches out to help the boy get up&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:43] Testimo Haalan smiles at the helping saber "Thank you, Master"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:43] Master Deakins: Guys i have to go to ST with Sir Milo&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:43] Rio Paulino: jes wuoldn;t make a mistake like that&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:43] Rod Bigboots smiles back "your are welcome little one, now do be careful"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:43] Rio Paulino: ok&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:43] Rod Bigboots: safe paths Sirs&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:43] Rod Bigboots: be well little one&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:44] Master Deakins: do i see you later on Rio?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:44] Rio Paulino: yes of course&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:44] Master Deakins: okay&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:44] Rio Paulino: call me when you have finished with milo&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:44] Master Deakins: boy becarefull !&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:44] Master Deakins: be well guys&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:44] Rio Paulino: yes i bet he will&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:44] Testimo Haalan: yes, Master. Safe paths, Masters&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:44] Island Projects: take care Leo&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:44] Island Projects: be safe boy!&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:44] Rio Paulino: see yu later leo&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:45] Testimo Haalan: I'll limp back to our home and take a rest. Wish you well, Masters&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:45] Rio Paulino: i suppose i beet go see if i am needed&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:45] Rio Paulino: ok teso&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:45] Rio Paulino: see yuo later maybe&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:45] alarm - bell v1.0 shouts: ALARM!!! RAIDERS!!! ALARM!!!&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:45] Rio Paulino: give my love t your master when you see him&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:45] Testimo Haalan limps backwards against the pole and hits his head&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:46] Rio Paulino: and your masters partner&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:46] Island Projects: Umm the boy best wait&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:46] Rio Paulino: and yur masters partners boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:46] Rio Paulino rolls his eyes up in desair at the boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:46] Island Projects: he cant run to fast seems to be some issues outside&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:46] Testimo Haalan: and my Master's other boy too, Master?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:46] Rio Paulino: you are not safe to be let out alone teso&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:46] Island Projects: aye best wait a few&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:46] Testimo Haalan grins "Oh, I have my crutches now, Master"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:46] Rio Paulino: yes i was interrupted by you banging your head!&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:47] Island Projects: he would be easy capture atm&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:47] Rio Paulino: they would be unwise&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:47] Rio Paulino: he is a handfu&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:47] Testimo Haalan: oh, who wants a one legged kajirus, Master?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:47] Island Projects: ahh better go help Rio&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:48] Rio Paulino: well you have a largs central leg that makes up for th duff one boy&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:48] Rio Paulino: lest go see what the thieves are up to&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:48] Rio Paulino: sorry must go&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:48] alarm - bell v1.0 shouts: ALARM!!! RAIDERS!!! ALARM!!!&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:48] Testimo Haalan: of course, Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:48] Rio Paulino: stay in here boy if yu cant manage&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:48] Island Projects: I keep eye on boy really not up to fighting&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:48] Rio Paulino: i willt ake you honme later&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:49] Testimo Haalan: yes, Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:49] Rio Paulino: draw&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:49] Island Projects: be safe call if need a trade :)&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:49] Testimo Haalan: safe paths, Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:49] Close Range: Rio Paulino [28m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:49] Long Range: Rio Paulino [44m]&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:50] Island Projects: might want to just sit for a bit&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:50] Island Projects smiles to him&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:50] Testimo Haalan: yes, Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:50] Testimo Haalan: please forgive me for not kneeling&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:50] Island Projects: no no its fine&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:51] Testimo Haalan swings his healthy foot&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:51] Island Projects smiles to him&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:51] Testimo Haalan: may I ask if you are the builder of Tabor, Master?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:52] Island Projects: yes I am&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:52] Island Projects: and your name lilone&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:52] Testimo Haalan: I'm called Teso, Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:52] Island Projects smiles at him&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:52] Island Projects: I am known as Wolf&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:53] Testimo Haalan: my Masters are the slaver of ST and his FC, the Magistrat of ST&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:53] Testimo Haalan: nice to meet you, Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:53] Island Projects: ahh very nice, I know them&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:53] Testimo Haalan: you're not fighting, Master?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:54] Island Projects: (( ooc I have things going on in back ground rl))&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:54] Testimo Haalan pricks his ears, the battle noise stopped and his heart beat calms down&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:55] Testimo Haalan: we have a wolf as pet, Master. is called 'Fenrir'&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:55] Island Projects: ohhh?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:56] Island Projects: how odd as most would never be captive&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:56] Testimo Haalan: nice animal, but... well... it's always up to us boys to clean the walkways from his poo *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:56] Island Projects chuckles&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:56] Testimo Haalan: ((it's twice - a pet, but also my bro Mick can get into a wolf-AV and go as Fenrir))&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:57] Island Projects: you know in true Goren history wolfs were not known to be fact&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:57] Island Projects: but&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:57] Testimo Haalan: my brother mick found it as puppy and raised it&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:57] Island Projects: it was never stated they werent just not seen&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:58] Testimo Haalan: I understand, Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:58] Island Projects: it was stated they lived deep in the woods and travelers thur the woods would feel them following them as if protecting them&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:58] Testimo Haalan: have you ever seen a Larl, Master?&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:58] Island Projects: yes as myself can take on that form&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 13:59] Island Projects: Avarian Wolf&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:00] Island Projects gave you Wolves/Rp Storyline.&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:00] Island Projects: its rather long but intresting&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:03] Testimo Haalan takes the book from the Master's hands and starts to read, his lips forming the words silently "...J.... a... Ja.... p... Jap... a... nnn.... - Japan! W..Wes..Weste...rrrrrr....Werster...."&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:03] Testimo Haalan takes a deep breath "May I read it later, Master?"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:04] Island Projects: yes please do&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:04] Island Projects: Rather long book, something for later enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:05] Testimo Haalan smiles "It will shorten the time till my Master is back from his travels. Thank you, Master!"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:05] Island Projects: your most welcome&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:05] Island Projects: well seems things are quiet now&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:05] Testimo Haalan: I'll make sure you get it back, when I'm done with it in 1 or 2 years"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:05] Island Projects smiles&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:05] Island Projects: ahh no need I have many copies&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:06] Island Projects: course there is more to the story itself&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:06] Island Projects: my finding my place in the Goren lands&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:06] Island Projects: but that is later for another book maybe&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:06] Testimo Haalan smiles "Yes, Master"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:06] Island Projects smiles&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:07] Island Projects: would you like some help outside now&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:07] Testimo Haalan stretches his neck and tries to look through the windows "Do you think it's safe now, Master? Then I should try to get back to my Master's home"&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:08] Testimo Haalan: Thank you for staying with me and keeping me company, Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:08] Island Projects: ok maybe take back way to be safe&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:08] Testimo Haalan carefully climbs off the table&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:08] Island Projects: be well lilione&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:08] Island Projects helps him to the door&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:09] Testimo Haalan: safe paths, Master&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:09] Island Projects: maybe take the back way&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:09] Island Projects points&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:09] Testimo Haalan bends down as far as he can without losing balance&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:10] Island Projects: you ok&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:10] Testimo Haalan: yes, Master. just... leggy so to say&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:10] Island Projects: ok be careful&lt;br /&gt;[2009/06/23 14:11] Testimo Haalan smiles thankfully at the Master, then limps direction to the docks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;{shortened}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-936505154553098737?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/936505154553098737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=936505154553098737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/936505154553098737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/936505154553098737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary_23.html' title='Dear diary...'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-9039321597069364167</id><published>2009-06-14T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:43:11.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Dear diary....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, so much happened in my little world in the last months and lil teso had no time to write his diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my Master's companion and my chain-brother mick were killed by the Dark Lord, my heart was full of the desire for revenge. Never seen my Master so sad.&lt;br /&gt;But the ways of the Priest Kings are full of miracles and they brought my Master's companion and my chainbrother back. They had lost their memory and it was a hard time for my beloved Master to bring his companion's memory back, but finally he managed it and they were  happily united again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a short time later the Dark Path were eaten by the outburst of a volcano. They say the fire of hell has eaten the Dark Lord too, but sometimes I hear whispers in the night and see dark shadows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About four weeks ago my Master and his companion sealed their love in an official ceremony. I hided somewhere back in a corner, not recognized by anyone, which was just fine for me. It was such a beautiful ceremony and I'm so happy for my Master... or my two Masters I have to say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SjVImOI1g_I/AAAAAAAAADo/NFCi11ZsKg8/s1600-h/Weddingc+04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SjVImOI1g_I/AAAAAAAAADo/NFCi11ZsKg8/s400/Weddingc+04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347259954039718898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Master's Free Companion collared a new boy also: Tesakam, called Tesa. His name means the same as mine: "I love you". And when I see my Master's FC with his new boy, I know why he is called like that. He's a very nice boy and I love him as I love my brother Mickael. So we are a big happy chain now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a city-slave called "wulf" lives with us also, as my Master is the Head-Slaver of Silver Tree. The other day tesa and me convinced him to make am exiting journey to a place called Nyundo. It was really nice there and a very kind Master showed us boys around. Wulf stayed a bit longer then brother tesa and me. I think he liked that Master and we hoped, that the brother might find his own Master to collar him. But he returned the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a pirate tried to capture us three also. But my protector, the first saber of Silver Tree, came to protect us. The pirate spoke in a foreign tongue, so we weren't sure if he really tried to capture us or if shoting with arrows at boys might just be a kind of greeting in the territory he came from. Hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would feel pretty fine with my chain at the moment, if I wouldn't have disappointed my Master so much. Tesa and me knew, that brother wulf was ordered to not leave Silver Tree, but we convinced him, to join us on the journey to Nyundo. As first boy it was my responsibility and now I feel so guilty and ashamed. My Master threatened me with a heavy whipping for punishment and I am a bit scared of it. But I will take it with pleasure as long as my Master forgives me after it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I hear his steps... He's coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-9039321597069364167?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/9039321597069364167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=9039321597069364167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/9039321597069364167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/9039321597069364167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-diary.html' title='Dear diary....'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SjVImOI1g_I/AAAAAAAAADo/NFCi11ZsKg8/s72-c/Weddingc+04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-1297443374387355080</id><published>2009-04-12T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:42:46.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>A sad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:AmericanUncD;font-size:130%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; I'm writing this with tears in my eyes and hatred in my heart. Yesterday was a sad day!.I met my Master at Silver Tree and he was dazed because he couldn't find his companion and his blood-brother, which is my new (and old) chain-brother Mickael. It didn't take long till we found someone who told us the news: My Master's companion and my blood-brother as well as my protector Master Rio are dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first moment I was devastated, ran away from my Master. Headless, blind from tears. But after I calmed down a little I went back to my Master, as the loss for him is even bigger then for me. My Master needs me now more then ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am torn. There are rumours, that they all were killed by the Dark Lord. No prove for this though, but if it is... His name caused panic and made my whole body shiver for weeks, since he tortured me. But last night something broke inside of me. And now I only feel the urge for vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Master visited Arad with me, as Praetor Matteus and my former chainbrother Misha had found Mick's body and buried it in the lave of Arad. I did as if I wouldn't listen and indeed I felt numb, but I pricked my ears as I heard the Master Praetor talking about books of dark rituals he keeps hidden in his castle. I still remember the castle and I plan to find those books. Maybe I'm just a little kajirus, but vengeance is mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-1297443374387355080?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/1297443374387355080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=1297443374387355080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/1297443374387355080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/1297443374387355080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/04/sad-day.html' title='A sad day'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-1262026179071843464</id><published>2009-04-01T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:42:30.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOC'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a long time since the last entry. And I think, I'm not able to keep the diary-form up-to-date, as it takes a lot of re-reading the chat-log (though the opening may be worth a detailed entry...). To not let this blog get too dusted, I'll just start somewhere. - So, months passed by. I loved my "family" on Arad, still do. We came closer and my Master got a Free Companion. So there was not so much time for his boy anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago the Masters got into an arguement. It's not my concerne as kajirus to judge this in any way. I just follow my Master and his FC, so we left the Shores of Arad and found a new homestone in a nice place called Silver Tree of Tabor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my second time to visit it. And to meet my new chain-brother Codey. It was a very exiting day! First we heard the sad news, that the first sabre of Silver Tree - who also is one of my protectors - was killed. Someone spread the rumour that it was the Dark Lord. My hand is trembling, when I only have to write this name. This hand which once was smashed into pieces with a hammer.... *takes a deep breath*... Anyway! The Mylord of Silver Tree asked my Master to search for the place, where that evil Master lives. And Codey, me and another brother accompanied them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found the place. Oh, what a dark place it was! As if it sucks in every sunbeam and turns it into darkness. I was shaking and trembling all the time, kept close to my Master's heels.  We also met the First Sabre there, which is a little strange, as he should have been dead, but... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;As we were in the inner courtyard - silent and stinky like a graveyard - we suddenly were attacked. But we didn't know, who it was and only my Master was a little injured, but recovered quickly with Lord-Healer's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy as we could finally leave the dark place! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;((= I wished, we had explored more))&lt;/span&gt; And sunshine raised in my heart, as I saw the cute crocodiles in the water out of the dark palace. I jumped in the ocean and tickled their bellies, which made them laugh. But my Master was horrified for some reason and commanded me out of the water. I don't understand it. No animal ever harmed me (except spiders). Must have something to do with my twin-brother, who's able to talk to animals. But of course I followed His command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as we were still standing there at the docks - the Mylord Healer  and the First Sabre already had left - we heard a cry for help from the island on the other side of the bay. We swam over, searching for the person who needs help... and faster then we could say "holy Priest Kings!" the whole island was full of outlaws. We had no chance against them and we all were captured, bound, blindfolded and gagged. I don't know, where they brought us. As the blindfold was finally removed, I found myself back in a dark dungeon. A lot of strangers around me, speaking in foreign tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrown in a cell, my arms still tied behind my back, and helplessly had to watch, how they tortured my beloved Master and my chainbrother. Them calling my Master "boy" all the time made me so upset, but I could do nothing against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to get at least rid of the bindings. Suddenly recognized a cute little rat in my cell and was trying to become friends with it. But that little beast didn't understand, that it should gnaw away my ropes. And suddenly it collapsed, dropped dead. Don't know why. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally the First Sabre came to trade for us and we could all leave. It was a very exiting day and I was so happy, as I could finally fall asleep in my Master's strong arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-1262026179071843464?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/1262026179071843464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=1262026179071843464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/1262026179071843464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/1262026179071843464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-8284708011359125677</id><published>2009-01-22T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:42:01.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>1st of January - New years eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:AmericanUncD;font-size:130%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;The year started good... and hard for this boi. As white silk, desperately waiting for his Master to open him, I had caged myself, as you might remember. After my Master had left for travels, Master Matteus arrived. He inspected the new nipple-piercings my brother Hardan got. Twisted them here and there, my poor brother twitching and whining with getting his freshly pierced nipples treated like that. And I could only kneel beside, watch and feel the straps of the cock-cage cutting deep into my meat, as I felt the strange arousal.&lt;br /&gt;The pain got even worse, as Master started to explore brother's body with his hands, sliding them down my brother's back, parting his cheeks, sliding a finger into his love-hole. And I could only kneel and watch, whining under the growing pain in my caged boiparts, as Master pulled my brother on his lap, made him ride Master's precious dick, getting his boiparts stroked by Master. My brother's face showed the pleasure Master caused to him and I moaned with him loudly as he shot his load all over Master's chest.&lt;br /&gt;But it even became worse with the pain as Master commanded me to cuddle with them. Master's and brother's hot, sweaty bodies so close, the manly scent of sweat and cum in the air... It almost drove me insane.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I helped Master making my brother cum a second time, stroking him while I rubbed my caged and hurting flesh at his thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the two of them are asleep And I'm left here aroused, with that pain in my boiparts and that deep desire in my heart to soon be opened by my Master, although I'm scared at the same time, cause I think, it will hurt a lot. Sending a prayer to the Priest Kings, that they soon will re-unite me with my Master...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-8284708011359125677?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/8284708011359125677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=8284708011359125677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/8284708011359125677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/8284708011359125677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-of-january-new-years-eve.html' title='1st of January - New years eve'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-5161616678426015262</id><published>2009-01-22T05:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:41:52.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chain'/><title type='text'>My brother Misha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXh7hw0BrTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/X0rLAyCp59w/s1600-h/misha+%26+teso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXh7hw0BrTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/X0rLAyCp59w/s400/misha+%26+teso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294117181943033138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Misha, the wise. First boi of Arad, beloved first boi of Master Matteus. And caring &amp;amp; loving brother. He's the most similar to me. We often have the same thoughts, the same skills in building, the same background in SL-experiences. Intelligent and of high knowledge. But sometimes I have the feeling, he feels threatened by my presence and I feel excluded, like when he emphasizes, that I'm not really a chain-brother to my brothers and I don't really belong to the family. It hurts and makes me sad, because he's the one I admire the most and love to discuss with him, even if we do have different opinions. I hope that he soon will recognize, that I'm not a threat but a chance to become an awesome team, a strong family and that the name of Arad will soon enlighten the skies of Gor. Love you anyways, my brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-5161616678426015262?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/5161616678426015262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=5161616678426015262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/5161616678426015262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/5161616678426015262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-brother-misha.html' title='My brother Misha'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXh7hw0BrTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/X0rLAyCp59w/s72-c/misha+%26+teso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-150335965606560475</id><published>2009-01-22T05:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:45:24.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chain'/><title type='text'>Missing Hardan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXh5g1TBgQI/AAAAAAAAADI/DDkJ0UpCPCI/s1600-h/Hardan1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXh5g1TBgQI/AAAAAAAAADI/DDkJ0UpCPCI/s400/Hardan1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294114966943662338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hardan is my little angel-brother. Strictly speaking he's not my *little* brother as he was there before me, but somehow he awakes in me an urge to protect, care and cuddle. He's so sweet. But he hasn't came home from travels now for a long time. Two weeks or more he's missing now, and I worry a lot. I hope it's only RL-interference and he will come back soon. I miss you, my angelic brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-150335965606560475?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/150335965606560475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=150335965606560475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/150335965606560475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/150335965606560475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-hardan.html' title='Missing Hardan'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXh5g1TBgQI/AAAAAAAAADI/DDkJ0UpCPCI/s72-c/Hardan1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-1984428790269224001</id><published>2009-01-22T05:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:41:20.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOC'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXh1NwvliqI/AAAAAAAAADA/PqPwc1pd8IY/s1600-h/master+and+brothers_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXh1NwvliqI/AAAAAAAAADA/PqPwc1pd8IY/s400/master+and+brothers_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294110241257261730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hum.... I recognized, that I can't keep up with the diary-form, so I thought about it - let it be or change to a more free form, including OOC? I decided to use the free form, the more "Earthian" way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, up there you see my "family". From left to right: Master Matteus Weatherwax and my brothers Misha, Hardan and Mickael. Missing on this picture is my Master Kenshiro Pevensey, who's the Guardian of Arad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're ordered to be naked on our little island, which is fine to all of us. Although it can be and make hard, to see the sexy brothers naked all day long. &lt;grins&gt; Just love the bracelets-kneeling... but it's a little disappointing, that most slaves have the habit to do it also, when no master is around. That way it becomes a habituation, nothing "special" anymore to show respect to a Master. Actually I don't really understand, why the brothers do so. It's very erotic to slide down to your knees in front of a Master, spread your thighs, offering him your boyparts... But if you do it *all* the time, then it's nothing special anymore, loosing it's erotic touch and it's no "realistic" RP at all, as slaves among slaves wouldn't do so. And wouldn't it be more fun to hang around with brothers in more relaxed poses and quickly go to your knees, when a Master or Mistress arrives, like flushed birds? But well, I don't want to be an insurgent and change the habits. Or maybe someone should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/grins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-1984428790269224001?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/1984428790269224001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=1984428790269224001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/1984428790269224001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/1984428790269224001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/01/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXh1NwvliqI/AAAAAAAAADA/PqPwc1pd8IY/s72-c/master+and+brothers_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-3077289461464454942</id><published>2009-01-16T06:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:41:02.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>31st of December - Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXCdcC9xHWI/AAAAAAAAACo/r1QKtZGN8z4/s1600-h/Kenshiro_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXCdcC9xHWI/AAAAAAAAACo/r1QKtZGN8z4/s200/Kenshiro_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291902667318173026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:AmericanUncD;font-size:130%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;Today was the big day! Master Kenshiro arrived and asked me once again, if I want to be his slave by free will. In a short ceremony in the main hall, with Master Matteus and my brothers present, Master Kenshiro put the collar around my neck and turned the key two times. As I felt the cold metall on my skin, it caused a shiver down my spine and a warm feeling at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXCfQPNlYFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jvreGVFWuAU/s1600-h/Kenshiro%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXCfQPNlYFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jvreGVFWuAU/s200/Kenshiro%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291904663470563410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:AmericanUncD;font-size:130%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;Too bad that my new Master had to leave soon after the collaring. And so I have to wait full of fear and desire for my Master to open me. I got a cage for my boiparts, caged it in the hope to fight the temptation to fur with my sexy slavebrothers. I'm wearing the little key to that cage under my tongue, waiting for my Master to come back from his journey, counting every minute, every second till I have the pleasure to see my Master again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:AmericanUncD;font-size:130%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-3077289461464454942?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3077289461464454942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=3077289461464454942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/3077289461464454942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/3077289461464454942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/01/31st-of-december-evening.html' title='31st of December - Evening'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXCdcC9xHWI/AAAAAAAAACo/r1QKtZGN8z4/s72-c/Kenshiro_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-535849227158676931</id><published>2009-01-16T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:40:54.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>31st of December - Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXCbjev9adI/AAAAAAAAACg/uftSAbdOsRo/s1600-h/Master+Matteus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXCbjev9adI/AAAAAAAAACg/uftSAbdOsRo/s200/Master+Matteus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291900596012280274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:AmericanUncD;font-size:130%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;Oh holy Priest-Kings! I've learned this night, that dreams can get very real on Arad. It seems to be a magic place. Maybe I was so concerned about the upcoming collaring and opening, that I had a very vivid dream of Master Matteus opening me. I really felt the pain as he thrusted hard and deep into me, my face burried in the sheets I tried to bear the pain, but I must have screamed in my sleep. He commanded me to beg for more, what I did in spite of all the pain... but kind of pleasure the same time. It confuses me. As I woke up this morning, the sheets were all wet, and it wasn't only sweat! and somehow my zjadfa hurts although it was just a dream. But as I said - dreams can be very vivid on Arad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-535849227158676931?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/535849227158676931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=535849227158676931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/535849227158676931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/535849227158676931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/01/31st-of-december-morning.html' title='31st of December - Morning'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SXCbjev9adI/AAAAAAAAACg/uftSAbdOsRo/s72-c/Master+Matteus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-3322756309957579415</id><published>2009-01-11T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:45:01.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>30th of December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SWnPZaiVPhI/AAAAAAAAACY/xYd_LgYcT70/s1600-h/Hardan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SWnPZaiVPhI/AAAAAAAAACY/xYd_LgYcT70/s200/Hardan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289987272850357778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:AmericanUncD;font-size:130%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;Awakening today with brother Hardan. They call him "the angel" and that he is. So sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after my awakening I got to know the guard of Master Matteus: Master Kenshiro. My heart started to beat faster as I was introduced to the handsome Master. And it only took a few minutes when he offered me to become his slave by free will. "This boi would be proud to serve you, Master", I said. But Master wanted me to think well about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what an exiting day it was! After Master had to leave the castle was attacked by a stranger. Brother Mickael told me to wait in the kennel and bar the doors. The kennel is the safest place in the castle, which gives me the feeling of being something precious to the Masters.&lt;br /&gt;I heard a lot of battle-noises and trembled, but finally brother Mickael came back. He had beaten the offender, but we all were a little alarmed, as that Master knew my brother Mickaels name and threatened to come back for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became even more exiting as the head-slaver of White Water visited our little isle with his ship. I was so exited, not able to speak a word. As he heard, that I'm not officially collared yet, he was about getting me as city-slave. But no, no! Don't want to be a city-slave. I was glad, that I could say, that I'm becoming Master Kenshiros first boi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such an eventful day. And I'm very exited about the upcoming days. I'm a little scared of the opening though... scared and looking forward to be opened by my future Master soon. But now it's time to kennel. Too exhausted from the events of this day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-3322756309957579415?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3322756309957579415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=3322756309957579415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/3322756309957579415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/3322756309957579415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/01/30th-of-december.html' title='30th of December'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SWnPZaiVPhI/AAAAAAAAACY/xYd_LgYcT70/s72-c/Hardan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-6075835240690044917</id><published>2009-01-04T02:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:45:45.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chain'/><title type='text'>29th Dec 2008 - meeting brothers mickael and misha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SWCQqUmW-kI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LpLb0lGbJlE/s1600-h/Mickael2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SWCQqUmW-kI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LpLb0lGbJlE/s400/Mickael2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287385019291466306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:AmericanUncD;font-size:130%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;the first brother I met was brother mickael the devil. he showed me the castle of arad, which is fine build. brother misha the wise, the first boi of arad joined us soon. slavebois are not allowed to wear any clothes in the castle, which is a pretty fine rule, but made it hard to focus on the tour, as me was too distracted staring at the dicks and butts of the brothers all the time.&lt;br /&gt;at the end we relaxed in an outside-pool. I shared a pole-dance in the middle of the pool with my brothers with a lot of touching, grabbing and skin-rubbing... and i already loved it here. is no wonder with such handsome brothers there!&lt;br /&gt;but it was a long and exiting day, so I'm going to cuddle to sleep now with the brothers in the kennel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night and safe paths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-6075835240690044917?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/6075835240690044917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=6075835240690044917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/6075835240690044917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/6075835240690044917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2009/01/29th-dec-2008-meeting-brothers-mickael.html' title='29th Dec 2008 - meeting brothers mickael and misha'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SWCQqUmW-kI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LpLb0lGbJlE/s72-c/Mickael2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096341993803012258.post-7516586582181179607</id><published>2008-12-31T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:39:58.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>29th Dec 2008 - arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SVvS-_4_V4I/AAAAAAAAABU/hbwXB3lz-IM/s400/Castle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286050567393597314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:AmericanUncD;font-size:130%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;Va'dela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night my boat stranded on the far shores of Arad.&lt;br /&gt;and Here I was. lost and forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, how long I have been on that boat. I don't know where I came from. I didn't even renember my name.&lt;br /&gt;a collar was around my neck, telling it: "teso". on my hips some silks, presenting more of a boi's part then hiding.&lt;br /&gt;I felt desperate. not knowing who I am or where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a young stranger found me, picked me up and brought me to the master of the isle. Like in reflex I fell on my knees before him. Oh, he was so nice and kind. and hope raised in this bois heart like the sun rises after a long and very dark and stormy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matteus is the masters name, ambassador and second sword of white water. he immediately offered to become the protector of this lost boi. and me accepted thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here I am. in the fortress of arad. writing down my story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096341993803012258-7516586582181179607?l=testimo-haalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/feeds/7516586582181179607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096341993803012258&amp;postID=7516586582181179607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/7516586582181179607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096341993803012258/posts/default/7516586582181179607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimo-haalan.blogspot.com/2008/12/29th-dec-2008.html' title='29th Dec 2008 - arrival'/><author><name>Testimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163925129467094186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SV9IBX_m16I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PRnChtcHCIE/S220/Teso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JFc0e5ikls/SVvS-_4_V4I/AAAAAAAAABU/hbwXB3lz-IM/s72-c/Castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
