Thursday, July 5, 2012

GE/BTB a way forward?

question  can both sides  of the divided  sl gor come together? 

answer   Yes  if...

1.  Both learn  to Tolerate the others views   ie  both accept  its  a viewpoint  and  we have a right to  our own view.

 2. We  have a will   to unite the too sides for  the Good  of RP.

 a possible way forward

 1.  GE  groups  that have moved more to  combat orientated   activity instead of   more rp  stories   move   back towards  what GE used to mean .

with that and groups  already  keen to  do  more rp  than  just combat  a middle ground could be found  if  people  are willing. 

possible  solution
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both sides of the divide  look  to  develop  a rp  story  that the two  communities   will develop .    it could  involve some combat    but   only part of an on going story.   

how could that work  ? 

Solution.  any  attack  on  a  GE city/ camp   by  a btb  group it would be agreed  female  residents  would only  defend  with weapons  agreed  before hand . of course  females could disobey that but  would risk  punishment  if captured. (could  lead to good rp  of course)

An attack on  a  btb  city/camp  females  would   not attack  however they could disguise  them selves as men   but if caught  and discovered  risk punishment  by  the  camp/city .

Of course  if the btb  was victorious side   could punish  male warriors for   allowing women  to  help  if they wanted

just  a  view on a possible way  forward . 

Rufus

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Mistys Story

I am going to use an example of a roleplay that went well, and even had great interaction.  All the way through, amazingly it was ruined when I said ooc, look at your banks, of the river, I left you  a present, in round about ways.


Now I will describe the event, and leave names and lands out of the explanation, as it would not be fair to pin it on a land, when it was ruined by just one person.

We were flagged by a group, and  in retalliation, the leader of my group, decided we should hang a flag back.
I was choosen to represent us, on the endeavour.
 Now I am not the best in navaagating new lands, as I view the land, in view, not by maps. I dont search crowds of people, or lack there of for my roleplay.

I actual search someone to spend time with. Learning and sharing time with them.


Now what makes this story an odd one, knowing I was going to be going to a land of Mercs, I choose to wear a pretty blue dress, and a viel that certainly placed me in an odd sight.

 Being the way I roleplay, I went as far as hiding my group tags, as second life gor, as it is, people see names, and such, and use this to their advantadge.
I choose a tag befitting the image I beset my lovely character on,  hide aflappropiately to do my deed.

Now in character, I met a person, and showed a little skill of my roleplay, and knowledge beset upon the said character. For those confused, I played the part of my character as close to its actual orgins I could.


The funny thing, is after I leav, I am nice enough to tell this person of my bastardly deed, and share with her the experience is a great one, and I look forward to another  chance to roleplay with her. Mind you, I had to sit through a battle, and much more,  just to end the roleplay we had set on.


At this point, everything till I tell her of the deed is great. and she me.
matter fact we "had" became friends, during the course of the roleplay.  Which saddens me, afterwards, upon telling her, of my deed, in ooc, I listened to how, I was unable to roleplay, she had felt sorry for me, for appearing lost, and above all, she had trusted me. let alone the flagging roleplay was not a true roleplay, and that I was laughed at by her people, in the group.
As well as muted when asked whether or not she had fun during the roleplay, and reminded the roleplay was decent, and anytime she could have seen I was not the character she thought I was,. Is this my fault?

 I was prepared to actually play the captured victim part. Remember i wore a viel that concealed my eyes, not my face, as gorean woman are supposed to,

Why does one feel roleplay is broken, due to trust? At anytime, did I actually steal anything from her? Did I lessen my character, by not providing her a way to see i was not a true freewoman?  It was her roleplay as well as mine, she could have quizzed me more on my talents, let alone fact, I wore a blue dress, I fittingly was a scribe. Of a city I actually dont belong, a fast  courier, to check on my background would have provided such details. As far as this goes,  I earlier stated I was a freewoman, traveling without escort, to a land of mercs, for sake of writing about their land?
What freewoman, would ever want to go to a rustic land, and alone at that.

In fact, this person was bitter, due to be asked to join the land, I had refused. ( A scribe joining mercs, that in its self would be a ridiculous roleplay I may have enjoyed.)  Even more bitter, when she learned, I had a mission, one that was to drop the said flag, upon the lands she lives.

Sadly, I am the one laughed at, banned and scoffed, by her people, and told, since we are a small land, and her is a large group, the act of flagging, in my manner, was not a true flagging. Her land being that much larger,  rich in many wanting to come and roleplay. In that. my land, could continue playing with small lands .

If this is roleplaying at its finest, I shall stick to lands that appreciate abilities to roleplay, instead of pew pew. as I so sadly witnessed, was a shame, seems roleplay could have developed, and been enjoyed, Instead it was killed, by another ego.

Last thought of the day, remember, lands thrive and are successful with interactions,  killing interactions, kills everything.
In the end who shall survive.?
I have no answer to that, but her thanking me for wasting her time, well my only answer is " Ditto", now where shall i place my other flag?"

Thursday, June 28, 2012

...I close my eyes...and dream of you...

...I close my eyes...and dream of you...

*...see your smile on your tender lips...your cute sweet nose... ...your sensual long slender neck...and I entwine my fingers with yours......I slip into your arms...like a little soft kitten...moulding myself to you...my arms around you....sigh in pleasure when you hold me tight...breathe the scent in your magic tender hair....so tender...so alluring...so feminine....so fresh and lively...so sensual!...feel you, your tender hands and like a thirsty one I kiss you...my fingertips slip into your dark hair....looking up to you and drink you in...breathe you, taste you, want you, touch you with my body, my hands, my thighs, my lips...

"...do you hear the dragon breathe like a moan?"

the hiss and the thundering boom, the white foam, the crest rolling, weightlessly, heavily, endlessly heavy, droning, hammering on the dragon`s rock

..and I feel you on me...so strong, so muscled, so elegant like the black great cat on me...hot you..hot us, my taught belly quivers in the erotic tension and I feel you with all my senses...open my lips, begging for your kiss...lick my lips and feel you breathe on me, feel you drink me, your long hair touching my face, my shoulder like a soft hand, our breasts rolling between us, your round shoulder, your glittering eyes, stars in the heaven of my love...BITING you, fly with you you in me, hold me tight! and I sing the melody that you play on my body, the song that you play on my soul, the love that you play on my heart....sing to you with all that is me, sing the song of love for you...kiss you, your hair, your long slender legs, and I let go when you tie me up and cum and moan in my heavenly bliss!! fly for you, a moment of eternity, hold me! I breathe for you, scream for you, feel of you, listen to the dragon, moaning, the wave rolling droning thundering against the dragon rock and into the cave and hissing HIGH spurts the moist breath of the sea, rushing gurgling, into me, the Dragons breath in my ears and I fly held by you in me, your garden:

"it is like this, to float weightlessly?"

"thank you my love, to show me all these beautiful colours, these lights, the sound of the harp that sings the song of love"

"it is so beautiful in your garden, all these flowers, my love please may I stay a bit?"

"I take your hand, I follow you, follow you and walk the rainbow with you, which is your colour? I wear the dress for you, the red one that you like on me!"

and the wave draws back into the deep turquoise sea, dripping, glittering in the bright white sun, back into my depths, stay in me, stay a little, enjoy, feel me for you, feel how I breathe, feel how my heart beats fast for you, feel how I live in your heart and you in mine, feel how you are in my veins, in my mind, part of me like I am part of you, your wildness, love, warmth!
look, my garden in my heart, my love are you well?...the sea, the rainbow, the fairy, I breathe you, feel you*...

and I open my eyes and look at you and whisper..."I missed you my tender love"

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

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Wednesday, November 9, 2011

since ancient times...


the ancient seat of the knights…
medieval times dripping down…
hovering like the blurry fog of time on the dais…
the dusty scent of forever breathing blackened wood filling my senses…
and I wiggle my knees…
my long skirt drifting around my legs reassuringly..
like a long forgotten song…

and from deep down in my belly…
or the back of my mind…
the strings of the harp I feel…
so ready to sing the song of love…
for you…

I open my lips and feel my heart…
beat faster…
my hand wanders up to my heart…
my fingertips sensing the love…
listening…closing my eyes…
to the strings of the harp…

singing my love for you…
feel the vibrating strings in my belly…
connecting my soul to yours…

my fingers close around the ancient carved wood
of the seat of the knights…
the white veil…
casting me into solitude…
amplifying my need for you…


holding tight to the strings…
that sing my love for you…
since ancient times…

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Wind in my hair


the aeolian harp sings its lonesome song of magic…
glow eyed witches and ghost lights hiss through the nightly city

run, Larah run!

raindrops in my long red hair…

jinnies JUMP at me, rustling out of the fallen leaves, their bony fingers stretched out to me

tap tap tap…

run Larah run!

Stardust, glittering on my sweaty moist skin

the Fairy of Mists and Fogs lures her fairysong in the drifting, whirling shimmering lights…

tap tap tap….

time of the storms of the equinoxe!

the shocked deer barks into the night

tap tap tap

the howling storm brutally whipping rolling hills and bleak lands…

driving windtorn ripped fat clouds along in rage

drags on me, battling me

tap tap tap…

my little feet splishing the wet path

rainborn giants stomping over the country

reaching out for farms and villages, harvesting

the fruit of ghostly battle on the catalaunian fields, sown by the black Norns

tap tap tap…

I SCREAM against the wind and my hair caresses my face and my neck…

tap tap tap…

thinking of you…the wan yellowish evening light casting Aphrodites’ makeup on our faces…

my tender and beautiful beloved

you, my beautiful angel of love…

Friday, September 30, 2011

Mists....


The great serpent-prow of my ship, Wave-Render cleaves the nighted waters as we voyage across the dark icy sea, towards the unknown...Above, the bright winter's moon emerges from a veil of cloud to cast its lucent rays upon us, and a clinging, supine sea-mist writhes upon the midnight waves, swirled by the cold, whispering wind which catches our great sail, pushing us onwards, ever onwards... And beyond the tang of the darkling sea, the scent of night is as strong and heady as summer blossom. I know not what awaits us at the elder Isle of Mists... that grim and mistery-haunted place which beckons me to its shadowed embrace, swathed in dark legendry and entwined in the
mantle of ancient sorceries... and yet I must hearken to its ethereal call... for maybe the gods have decreed this to be my final voyage...

(Over The Moonless Depths Of Night-Dark Seas)