Catch of the Day

Random Thoughts..
By Alehna

**Disclaimer: The ideas and thoughts in this blog are purely the notions and opinions of the writer and by no means reflect the group's stance**

As I stand keeping watch over the lands I call home, I've noticed that many of the wanderers that come near are indeed self proclaimed slaves. Each time, like a good, responsible rper, I open up their profile to check their OOC limits and am often surprised at what I read. Now while I find it completely not out of the norm to see a slave that has been lost from a boat wreck, fallen overboard..etc..or one that has run-away from a cruel owner, many times it is just out of sheer boredom these slaves find their way here. Keeping a slave focused and busy in rp is a whole other thought that I will not speak of…but it is beyond my comprehension how a restricted white silk slave of an ubar finds themselves at a panther camp. Let me ask this, how does a restricted slave wander so far from a city without a free noticing? Or why in world would an owner be so dumb as to restrict a slave and then send them off to their peril outside their city on an 'errand' let alone send one off without restrictions to all places...a panther camp? Is a panther camp really a city that everyone on Gor would know the whereabouts of? And if your slave is so precious to you, that you restricted them, how is it that they end up at our gate? So they are precious enough to say hey..you can't fur anyone but sure you can put yourself in a situation where you will undoubtedly be taken from me. This notion is mind boggling to me, but in the end we are flexible. So…as panther, we do what we do best; we take them and sell them to someone else. We owe this slave nothing nor do we owe the owner a passing thought. Cue the OOC drama of “why did you do that to my slave” or the “my owner has restricted me, I can't be sold..blah blah blah.” Let me be quite clear, if a slave comes to a panther camp on their own or meets a panther deep in the forest, a panther will not care what restrictions or rules are placed on the slaves. We will sell them to anyone we see fit, do whatever it is we wish to the slave within their OOC limits and any of a master’s IC restrictions and rules will be ignored. If I sell the slave to a man that wants to use her for his pleasure, that is the price they pay for being a slave. That also goes for beating or killing a slave because, well, we feel like doing it. We owe you, the owner nothing, for a slave we catch. Not even to compensate you should the slave be harmed or sold. We live by capture rights and, honestly, the slave no longer belongs to you in our eyes. Welcome to Gor. We shouldn't have to nor will we break our character to meet your standards of what our role play should and will be or babysit your slave because they are bored. Just a fair warning...

*This is a paid opinion by the Keep Gor Clean of Stupidity Counsel.*

Only You Can Prevent Pixel Fires!

Only You Can Prevent Pixel Fires...
Random thoughts by Alehna

As my eyes open for the first time this morning, I roll over in my furs to the distinct smell of ash and smoke. I lay there a moment thinking..Damn how is it they burned breakfast again! That is until I realize that some asshat has come to set fire to the forest for his or her amusement. I jump out of bed with a slow sluggishness that ensues once one of these prim and particle fires is set and do my best rubber band to the source of it. While dousing the flames with barrels and botas of water, I think to myself if I ever catch the rotten bastard that did this, btb Gor will surely be the proper punishment. Be it from me to dictate proper Gorean rp but you would think that even Earthlings would know better.

"Perhaps most to be dreaded is the spread of fire to the forest itself. This is something which, perhaps surprisingly to the mind of Earth, fills Goreans with great horror. It is not simply that there is great danger to the slaver themselves, in the shiftings and blazings of such a conflagration, but rather that the forest, the sheltering and beautiful forest, is felt as being injured. Goreans care for their world. They love the sky, the plains, the sea, the rain in the summer, the snow in the winter. They will sometimes stand and watch clouds. The movement of grass in the wind is very beautiful to them. More than one Gorean poet had sung of the leaf of a Tur tree. I have known warriors who cared for the beauty of small flowers. I personally would not care to be the man responsible for the destruction of a Gorean forest. It is not unknown for them to be hunted down and burned alive, their ashes scattered in expiation by mourning Goreans among the charred wood and blackened stumps." [Hunters of Gor].