Feuerbestattung 2.0

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[13:23:27] εỵοlα Ǥȑɛʏ (Eyola Resident) she looked to her kids…..then to damien…”you will not be alone my love….nor forgotten….son and daughters of damien….let us send him off….on his last voyage….” with that choked words she whispered….”i love you” and then she placed her torch down to the wood….watching it begin to catch flames….she sobbed and fell back in some steps holding to the rock for support….the stick dropped into the pyre

[13:24:35] Lemon Lanley: steps back again as the flames arise, she looks at the man beside her, with that practiced eye of many many years working with young people, she felt rather than saw many things

[13:25:01] Ąřςαđɨuş Ǥřɛƴ (Braego Resident) takes a deep breath and steps forward. to add his torch to the pyre. “Never forgotten” was all he could say – in fact he spoke more today than he did since the day his father died. He steps back to stand next to his family

[13:26:05] Rarius Yuroki (Yuroki Uriza): he did not understand all words, but this must be a funeral of an important man and the people are very sad indeed, he observes the scenery carefully showing respect and decides to keep quiet at the moment

[13:26:15] Kolasis Resident: took a deep breath of her own and held it biting down hard on her lips to seal them.

[13:26:24] Kajsa Ǥȑɛʏ (Saskia Haven) adds her stick to the pyre, as silent tears now awash her face, watching her father leave them, in body, but never in spirit,
A partner, a father, a grandfather too,
This is the legacy we have from you.
You taught us love and how to fight,
You gave us strength, you gave us might.
A stronger person would be hard to find,
And in your heart, you were always kind.
You fought for us all in one way or another,
Not just as a partner not just as a father.
For all of us you gave your best,
Now the time has come for you to rest.
So go in peace, you’ve earned your sleep,
Your love in our hearts, we’ll eternally keep…

[13:27:09] Wynn Salomon shouts: I am the caste of the Warriors.. and it is in our codes that the only death fit for a man is that in battle.. I can no longer believe that is true.. For this very man , my brother… died well.. and taught me that all wisdom and truth does not lie in my own codes..” He nodded “Lo Rarius Civitatii Gor”

[13:28:26] Kαřα Ǥȑɛʏ Sαloɱoɳ (KaraAesaGrey Resident) steps to the burnig piramide and tosses her torch at the fire . She smoke and the smell from the burning body dazzled her eyes full with tears …” we love you daddy , you will be in our hearts always”.. she hollow words leave her lips

[13:29:36] Kreon71 Resident looked at the burning corpse feeling the smell of burned flesh the he was familiar with from before. the smell sticked his nose but he didn’t show any emotions

[13:32:28] Ąřςαđɨuş Ǥřɛƴ (Braego Resident) stares in the flames. Ignoring the smell of burning flesh he d simply stare in the raging flames that slowly start to eat up his father´s corps. He crosses his arms across his chest as if he d all of a sudden start to freeze even tho the heat of the fire was more than hot on his skin. He didn t step back, not one single step.

[13:33:49] εỵοlα Ǥȑɛʏ (Eyola Resident) she had lost her rock now…she was alone….unprotected…she held onto the rock before her…sure the kids had eachother, and kara had wynn….and beyond glad that no one had gone in her house….the smell of her love burning, could not measure the pain in her heart….but she didnt move…she didnt look away…

[13:35:24] Kαřα Ǥȑɛʏ Sαloɱoɳ (KaraAesaGrey Resident) feel her companion present next to her she is thankful for his support at this hard moment .Kara watches the flames with empty eyes .. the wind spreads around dusk from the fire .. like in some dream her mind drew the image of her beloved father thrilled for a moment at the flames and she saw for a moment the strong dark silhouette of the brave warrior .. than the wind blow out more disk

[13:36:36] Kolasis Resident: listened to the pop and sizzle. The mesmerizing dance of the sparks scorching minute paths higher and fading into streaks of soot over and over. The flame light gilding her hair and gown with splashes of flickering fire.

[13:38:04] George Bravin (Avi1971 Resident): backed quietly away.. seeking a quiet spot to consider his thoughts of mortality.. and to allow the grieving family their privacy.

Rarius Yuroki

Rarius Yuroki

Da ich schon mein Bild hier erneuert habe, können jetzt die wohlwollenden Leserinnen und die geneigten Leser entscheiden, ob ich im realen Leben oder virtuell die bessere Figur mache. Hier mein “goreanischer” Avatar Rarius Yuroki, Kaufmann, Banker und ehemaliger langjähriger Ubar (Warlord).

Auf einem der unzähligen Blogs über Gor lesen wir: “The Gorean term for a Warrior is ‘rarius’ and the plural form is “rarii.” A rarius denotes any type of Warrior and not just a member of the Warrior Caste.”

Auf dem Rücken trägt mein Avatar zwei Schwerter und eine Armbrust, von der der Knauf zu sehen ist. Unter der Kapuze hat der Avatar Dreadlocks – nur der Vollständigkeit halber. Und um den Arm einen Ring mit meinem Wappen – zwei goldene Löwen auf rotem Grund.

Für Aufruhr sorgen

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Screenshot: Tancred’s Landing, backside

Barts Blog: “Er ist der Besitzer und Betreiber der BtB-Sim “Tancred’s Landing” und ich bin mir ziemlich sicher er steckt auch hinter dem Avatar Raschid Hassanein, der immer mal wieder ein wenig gerne in Gor auf Deutsch trollte und durch gezieltes Lancieren von Mitteilungen für Aufruhr in der Gruppe sorgte.”

Das muss ja ein pöhser aufrührerischer Mensch sein, dieser Avatar Raschid….

Beware of the owner

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Das Avatar-Profil eines “Goreaners” in Secondlife; man kann dort für andere hinterlegen, was die über einen wissen sollen. USMC ist klar, und für historisch Gebildete bedeutet auch Da Nang etwas. Klar, das ihn “pixel swords” nicht sonderlich beeindrucken. Ich werde mal versuchen, ihn als virtuellen Leibwächter anzuheuern…

Tancred’s Landing

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Screenshot unten: Mein Avatar redet mit (m)einer “Sklavin”, die im realen Leben Waliserin ist (“fuck the Queen”) und sich gegen die dortigen Rassisten und Nazis engagiert.

Meine virtuellen Waffen: Armbrust, Schwert, Schild, Dolch, Enterhaken mit Seil (um über Mauern zu kommen). Leider gibt es im goreanischen Secondlife keine Nazis, sonst hätten sie schlechte Karten gegen meinen bis an die Zähne bewaffneten Avatar.

Kommt doch mal vorbei in Tancred’s Landing!

No way from Klima

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Oasis of KlimaTahari desert – Secondlife-Gor, Quelle: New Voice of Gor

Die “inworld”-Wochenzeitung “The New Voice of Gor” erscheint bald im vierten Jahr. “Inworld” meint, dass sie nur innerhalb von Secondlife erhältlich ist und dort auch nur innerhalb der goreanischen Rollenspiel-Community. Die “The New voice of Gor” wird in englischer Sprache publiziert, hat aber auch eine deutsche Abteilung.

Aus dem “Impressum” (ja, ich bin der Herausgeber):

ABOUT THE NEW VOICE OF GOR – (OOC) FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

Is the NEW VOICE OF GOR OOC or IC?

This newspaper is available IN CHARACTER at message boards in several cities. But it has OOC parts and IC parts which can be identified although many people mix both. We try to keep the two separate. But if you start a storyline based on an IC article of the NEW VOICE OF GOR it would be useful for a moderator to have a log where you have read the message ICly.

The NEW VOICE OF GOR can be true or false, propaganda or journalism like on earth. There is no freedom of the press on Gor. Why let the truth get in the way of a good story?!

“Goreans were not always fooled by posts on boards.
Those who control the public boards, it is said, control the city.
But I was not sure of this.
Goreans are not stupid.
It is difficult to fool them more than once. They tend to remember.”
Magicians of Gor)

Why is “publicare et propagare” the motto of the NEW VOICE OF GOR?

You all know that Goreans use message boards to spread news, announcements and gossip. Such are found at various points in Ar, such as the vicinity of squares and plazas, near markets, and on major streets and avenues.

Books are rare on Gor and expensive. Paper is the essential trade good of the Rencers and they sell their wares on both the eastern and western edges of the Delta of the Vosk river. The NEW VOICE OF GOR is a collection of rence paper scrolls but the editor paid some message boards too to spread the newspaper. Gorean Public Boards sometimes made people angry. Those who control the public boards, it is said, control the city.

We took our motto from the Acta Diurna [latin: Daily Acts sometimes translated as Daily Public Records] on earth. The Acta Diurna were daily official notices in ancient Rome, a sort of daily gazette. They were carved on stone or metal and presented in message boards in public places like the Forum of Rome.

Acta Diurna introduced the expression “publicare et propagare”, which means “make public and propagate”. This expression was set in the end of the texts and proclaimed a release to both Roman citizens and non-citizens.

THE NEW VOICE OF GOR is available:

for members of the group Cartographers and Explorers of Gor
for members of the group BTB Goreans
for members of the group Alliance of Valkyrie Panthers
for members of the group Gorean Information and Notices
for members of the group Goreanische Freie Presse
for members of the group Marktverbund
for members of the group – Neu auf Gor -

Available in character:
City Port of Olni (gate house) City Port of Olni (gate house)
Tharna (skybox) Tharna (skybox)
New Tancred’s Landing (new library) New Tancred’s Landing (new library)
Tampica Woods (library) Tampica Woods (library)
Outskirts of Tarnwald (docks) Outskirts of Tarnwald (docks)
City of Victoria (caste tower) City of Victoria (caste tower)

Available OOC:
Gorean campus (Library)
Gor Hub
The RPC – GRC Sim Info Centre

The NEW VOICE OF GOR www.gorean-forums.com

Zum Bild oben: Die “Oasis of Klima” wird in John Normans Buch Tribesmen of Gor (Gorean Saga) ausführlich beschrieben. Auszug:

We knew, generally, Red Rock, the kasbah of the Salt Ubar and such, lay northwest of Klima, but, unless one knows the exact direction, the trails, this information is largely useless. Even in a march of a day one could pass, unknowingly, an oasis in the desert, wandering past it, missing it by as little as two or three pasangs.

Knowledge of the trails is vital.

None at Klima knew the trails. The free, their masters, had seen to this.

Moreover, to protect the secrecy of the salt districts, the trails to them were not openly or publicly marked. This was a precaution to maintain the salt monopolies of the Tahari, as though the desert itself would not have been sufficient in this respect.

T’Zshal smiled, seeming human for the moment, and not kennel master. “None, my pretties,” said he, “knows the way from Klima. There is thus, in the desert, no way from Klima.”

“There is a way,” said Hassan. “It need only be found.”

“Good fortune,” said T’Zshal. With his whip he indicated the opened door of the kennel. “Go,” be said.

“I choose to stay, for the time,” said Hassan.

“My kennel is honored,” said T’Zshal, inclining his head. Hassan, too, bowed his head, in Taharic courtesy acknowledging the compliment.

T’Zshal smiled. “Know this, though,” he said, “that should you leave us our feelings would be injured. that our hospitality be rejected. Few return to Klima. Of those that do, few survive the pits of discipline, and of those who do, it is to dig in the open pits.” He lifted the whip, noting its graceful curve. It was the snake, many fanged, tiny bits of metal braided within the leather. “Klima,” said T’Zshal, slowly, “may seem to you a fierce and terrible place. Perhaps it is. I do not know. I have forgotten any other place. Yet it is not too different, I think, from the world on the other side of the horizon. At Klima, you will find, as in all the world, there are those who bold the whip, and those who dig, and die.”

Die Gor-Sim “Oasis of Klima” in Secondlife ist französisch- und englischsprachig und akzeptiert auch “gay roleplay”. Die “Architektur” wird nicht von Secondlife bereitgestellt, sondern muss von den Sim-Besitzern selbst gebaut werden. Das unterscheidet die Rollenspiel-Communities in Secondlife von anderen online-basierten Rollenspielen im Internet.

RL (Real Life)

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RL (Real Life) – (n) (1) an imaginary, dream-like world frequently described by avatars shortly after waking up in-world. (2) the constant interruptions that interfere with your ability to stay in-world 24 hours a day. (Reprint)

Eine Art meditative Entspannung

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Meine Gor-Sim Tancred’s Landing in Second Life – alles selbst gebaut (und soeben umgebaut) – eine Art meditative Entspannung für mich.

Nackte Sklavin in tropischem Regen

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Das Bild meiner Gor-Sim Tancred’s Landing in Second Life habe ich natürlich nur wegen des Titels gepostet und wegen der geifernden Jugendschutzwarte.

Smalltalk 2.0 oder: Geschäftlich im hohen Norden unterwegs

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Eigentlich wollte ich einen schon begonnenen Artikel fertigschreiben, aber ich habe nun doch beschlossen, heute zu relaxen, was nach drei Tagen und jeweils 12 Nachtschicht hintereinander auch erlaubt sein sollte. Auch ein Tagesseminar Krav Maga “Abwehr von Messerangriffen” werde ich ausfallen lassen. Stattdessen werde ich am Abend in Secondlife unterwegs sein, dort habe ich auch genug zu tun. Außerdem erscheint am Montag wieder die englischsprachige Wochenzeitung “New Voice of Gor”, die ich herausgebe und produziere und schreibe – mittlerweile die 144ste Ausgabe im dritten Jahr.

Mein Avatar ist der mit dem weßpen Pelzmantel. Wir sitzen an einem virtuellen Feuer in Mjolnir (SLURL). Kurz darauf wurde das Dorf von einem Dutzend Krieger überfallen, und ich musste in die Tunnel flüchten, weil es dummerweise und überraschend meine ärgsten Feinde waren, die aber gar nicht wussten, dass ich im hohen Norden Gors unterwegs war. Das hätte dumm ausgehen können. (99 Prozent der geneigten Leserinnen und wohlwollenden Leser verstehen nur Bahnhof schütteln jetzt missbilligend die Köpfe und wenden sich anderen Blogs und Websites zu, die sich ernst und schmallippig politischen Themen widmen.)

Torvaldsland (noun): cruel, harsh, rocky land located northwest of the Hrimgar Mountains, above the Northern Forests and below the Polar Plain with which it shares the shores of the Artic Sea. Area commonly taken to start with the thinning of the great forest trees northward; it is northwest up the coast from the Vosk delta. The Skerry of Einar, by the Rune-Stone of the Torvaldsmark, marks the boundary of the Torvaldsland and the south. The Stream of Torvald, a current, moves eastward to the coast and then north; like a broad river in the sea, pasangs wide. The temperature is warmer than the surrounding water and helps warm Torvaldsland, without this current the people couldn’t live. Torvaldsland is a cruel, harsh, and rocky land with little arable soil. Though not treeless, it is a bleak land. Ka-la-na and temwood cannot grow there and are highly prized. The men are used to the cold and accustomed to war and the labor of the oar and are seasmen, traveling in their oared Serpent ships in search of parsit fish. The Torvaldslanders are fierce and aggressive warriors, preferring the great axe as their weapon. They hold to old gods, like Odin and Thor, and are much like the Vikings of Earth.
(Book 9: Marauders of Gor, pages 55-56)

Zema’s Passing

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“As many of you know, zema clarity who was a valkyrie sister and a sa’jesuil too, passed away a few days before christmas. she died on the operating table and had breast cancer. she was a caring and good panther and was in valkyrie forest until days before her death. our thrall, blue, who knew her in real life and adio her bond are grieving deeply. our hearts, our thoughts, our prayers go with her and her family and we will set up a memorial to her here in valkyrie forest.
love, dani

Die Begriffe der goreanischen Rollenspieler-Subkultur in Second Life sind für Außenstehende schwer zu verstehen, deshalb die erklärenden Links. “Real life” meint das “reale Leben”, “Zema Clarity” ist der Avatar-Name der Verstorbenen, der Screenshot zeigt das Profil-Foto ihres Avatars. Dani (Danika Stenvaag), die den Nachruf veröffentlichte, ist die virtuelle Anführerin der goreanischen “Amazonen”-Bande “Valkyries“, der die gestorbene Spielerin angehörte.

Trolle von der NSA

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Der Screenshot zeigt eine NSA-Agentin in milieuspezifischer Verkleidung in Second Life.

NSA (via Snowden): “The FBI, CIA and the Defense Humint Service all have HUMINT operations in Second Life and other GVEs ["games and virtual environments"] and are very interested in forming a deconfliction and tippping group that would be able to collaborate on operations.”

Ars technica und weitere Quellen berichten; Time Tech behauptet sogar: “NSA and CIA Allegedly Tried to Recruit World of Warcraft and Second Life Players”. Die eigentliche Story stammt vom Guardian und von der NYT (“Spies’ Dragnet Reaches a Playing Field of Elves and Trolls”, kostenpflichtig).

Fearing that terrorist or criminal networks could use the games to communicate secretly, move money or plot attacks, the documents show, intelligence operatives have entered terrain populated by digital avatars that include elves, gnomes and supermodels. (…) Because militants often rely on features common to video games — fake identities, voice and text chats, a way to conduct financial transactions — American and British intelligence agencies worried that they might be operating there, according to the papers.

Mich hat noch niemand angesprochen, obwohl mein Avatar bis an die Zähne bewaffnet ist und Führerqualitäten (Warlord 2.0) besitzt. Irgendwie wird das alles mittlerweile ziemlich irre.

A fine Day

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Ich weiß noch nicht, ob ich heute die Zeit finde zu bloggen…Die Skyline meiner Sim Tancred’s Landing in Second Life.

Hans und Grete oder was machen eigentlich die Deutschen 2.0?

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Ich weiß immer noch nicht, was die deutschen Medien bewegte und bewegt, die 3D-Welt Second Life vollständig zu ignorieren. Nach dem großen Hype 2007 und einer positiven Geschichte im Spiegel war nach ein paar Monaten plötzlich Schweigen angesagt. Nicht zuletzt war natürlich der unsägliche Beitrag von Report Mainz schuld, der behauptete, es gebe dort Kinderpornografie – was definitiv eine Falschmeldung war, und nach US-amerikanischen Recht sowieso. Man zuckte vor dem Thema irgendwie zurück, als sei es vergiftet, obwohl es wohl kaum ein besseres Experimentierfeld gibt, um das Verschnelzen aller Medien zu beoabchten, inklusive Bücher, Computerspiele, Filme und klassische Rollenspiele.

Ein weiterer Grund mag sein, dass es gar nicht so einfach ist, innerhalb von Second Life diejenigen Communities zu finden, die aktiv sind und die es sich zu beobachten lohnt. Man baucht meistens eine Altersverifikation des Avatars und muss mit der grottigen internen Suchmaschine umgehen können – und eigentlich auch schon wissen, was man sucht.

Auch kann man nicht einfach mal eine Stunde recherchieren und dann etwas erfahren. Wer etwa ein Gor-Sim betreten will, muss zudem den Avatar mit einer rollenspielgerechten Kleidung ausstatten und noch viele andere Auflagen erfüllen. Eine Recherche würde – gemessen am Ergebnis – einen sehr hohen Aufwand bedeuten. Damit haben wir schon 95 Prozent aller deutscher Journalisten außen vor.

Wer also nach “german” sucht, findet nur Schrott – wie oben zu sehen (bei “deutsch” ist es vergleichbar). Der Traffic, also die Anzahl der Avatar, die sich dort täglich im Durchschnitt aufhalten (den zeigt die SL-interne Suchmaschine in der rechten Spalte an), ist bei “deutsch” nicht der Rede wert. Wo sind die Deutschen nur? Alle bei Fratzenbuch?

Der Traffic wird wie folgt gemessen: Traffic is a numerical metric calculated for every parcel of land inworld. This score can be summarized as the cumulative minutes spent on the parcel by all visitors to the parcel within the previous day. (The value shown in About Land is based on data gathered from midnight to 11:59 PM, Pacific Time.) It is calculated by taking the total seconds spent on the parcel, dividing by 60, and rounding to the nearest whole minute. For example, if your parcel has a cumulative seconds total of 121s over the course of a day, the traffic score is 2.

Nur um das in verständliches und nicht-mathematisches Deutsch zu übersetzen: Der wichtigste Treffpunkt der Gor-Rollenspieler, der so genannte Gor Hub (seit 2007), hat zum Beispiel einen Traffic von rund 70.000. Das bedeutet, dass sich durchschnittlich zwischen 40 und siebzig Avatare dort aufhalten – und das rund um die Uhr.

Alle deutschen Sims (man könnte das mit “Spielorte” übersetzen, die jeweils nur eine begrenzte Anzahl von Polygonen und Avataren rendern, also darstellen können) haben also weitaus weniger Besucher und Traffic als nur die Hälfte aller Sims der kleinen goreanischen Subkultur. Das wäre ungefähr so, als wäre die Zahl der “Gothics” (oder “Gruftis”) in Deutschland – eine kleine Jugend- und Subkultur – größer als die Zahl aller Franzosen.

Was die Leute am meisten interessiert, sind eben soziale “Kontakte”, wie auch immer man das definiert. Oder, wie man so sagt, dass Hans seine Grete findet, in welches Kostüm man auch immer dazu schlüpfen müsste.

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Slaves Dancing

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Nach so vielen politisch schwer wiegenden Postings über den Kapitalismus, was man dagegen tun könne und wie er denn enden sollte, heute einen eher politisch völlig inkorrekten luftig-leichten Beitrag – tanzende Sklavinnen in der Oasis of Nine Wells. Die rechte der beiden ist übrigens eine der Betreiberinnen der Radiostation Goreans Portal Radio, die auf Dutzenden von (nur für Erwachsene) Sims in Second Life gestreamt wird. Die “Goreaner” in Second Life dürften die einzige virtuelle Community sein, die gleich zwei aktive Radiostationen “inworld” betreiben.

Oasis of Sand Sleen, revisited

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Mein langjähriger Streit mit dem Sim-Besitzer der Oasis of Sand Sleen ist jetzt endlich beigelegt, und ich nehme meine virtuelle “Reisewarnung” (vom September 2009) zurück.

Die Oasis of Sand Sleen ist eine Wüsten-Sim in Gor (Second Life), also ein Rollenspiel-Environment (nur für Erwachsene, Alters-Verifikation erforderlich) nach den mittlerweile 32 Romanen von John Norman.

Norman ist der einzige Bestseller-Autor der USA, dem es gelungen ist, in Deutschland bis vor wenigen Jahren verboten zu sein, und einige seiner Werke sind ungekürzt noch immer nicht in deutscher Sprache erhältlich – und schon gar nicht im Mainstream-Buchhandel. Die deutsche Zensur und die deutschen Jugendschutzwarte lassen grüßen.

Selnar

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Mistwetter 2.0 und strategisches Denken

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Die Bilder zeigen meine Gor-Sim “Tancred’s Landing” in Second Life bei schlechtem Wetter.

Heise: “Videospiele können bei regelmäßiger Nutzung einige geistige Fähigkeiten verbessern. Dazu gehören zum Beispiel die räumliche Orientierung, strategisches Denken und die Gedächtnisbildung.”

Das erklärt vermutlich, warum meine räumliche Orientierung und mein Gedächnis gut sind und warum ich strategisch denken kann.

Sex Roleplay in Second Life Gor

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(…) [16:18] Aesa [Silent Memo] moved with the urging of his hands, her body pressed and bent over the counter, feet shifting apart as his urgency made her breathless. She whimpered, as if the sound would encourage him to hurry, a low moan given at the initial delicious sensation of his filling her. There was no way she’d be fighting his movements and as soon as he started to drive…she pushed right back and met each relentless thrust with her own drop of hips, only able to pant right at the moment with that hand wrapped about her throat. She felt her feet shuffle slightly, trying to get better footing while her body heated and she rocked back to him eagerly, his cock now easily coated and slick as it repeatedly buried itself.

[16:21] Anarch of Tarnwald [Anarch Allegiere] didn’t need long until he finally felt himself satisfied and discharge into the slave-girl. A few hard last thrusts were given as he exasperatedly breathed and pulled out. He had used her swiftly, urgently and hard and just as hard his hand soon slapped on the counter: “Come more paga, beast!” – The man seemed to have little quarrels with how hastily he just had taken the slave and to keep her treated as a slave. He had a slight grin across his lips though, a grin of satisfaction after the sex and even though she might’ve just felt him spill himself into her he was still staring at her with much hunger, as was evident by how he let the back of his fingers stroke over the girl’s skin before she could turn to get his cup of paga: “Who rules this village?” – he then asked as he straightened his tunic.

[16:29] Aesa [Silent Memo] might have gritted her teeth as he came and she was just about ready to herself. As he pulled from her, she was left trembling, panting while her need surged rampantly through her. It was enough for her to lean into the touch of his fingers, his question left for the moment as she begged him “Master, please finish me…” her hands shook so badly that she wasn’t sure if his paga would make it into the bowl if she even tried right now. IT was either that, or she was allowed time to struggle with her need and calm down, but her eyes pleaded with him, her body writhing against the counter as if there was an itch she just couldn’t get scratched on her own.

[16:34] Anarch of Tarnwald [Anarch Allegiere] laughed loudly at the slave-girl’s plead and honestly, he had traveled for a long time and had not felt flesh for a long time. The mere sight of seeing her beg and remain in position was enough to arrouse him a second time, never before, that he could remember, he had so soon felt himself recovered only to mount a woman again. He stroked his hand over the thigh as he made her spread her legs a bit before he positioned himself behind her again and penetrated her a second time. He was somewhat surprised that he was hard and eager again so soon and only a moment later they were again in the same obscene pose as they were before. The large Warrior raping her relentlessly as he made her plump breasts drag over the counter, rocking her back and forth. He knew that this time though, he would not be satisfied as swiftly as the first time. Sweat started to drop from his forehead as he used all the force he could muster to ram this slut hard from behind, the wood of the counter was probably about to leave some bruises on the front of her thighs in the brutal manner which he fucked her. But it was obvious he was tired, he nearly laid on top of her from behind, but he was fond of such closeness and the warmth of female bodies. His mouth soon kissing the edge of her lips again as he kept riding her and pulling her back over his hard cock. (…)

Tandred’s Landing, rebuilt

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Ich habe in meiner kargen Freizeit ein wenig an meiner Gor-Sim “Tancred’s Landing” in Second Life herumgebastelt. Das Ergebnis, d.h. einige Impressionen meiner virtuellen Modelleisenbahn meines Bemühens soll der desinteressierten und unpolitischen Öffentlichkeit nicht vorenthalten werden. Der oberste Screenshot wurde von einer Nachbarsim aus aufgenommen.

Btw: Ich suche immer noch Rollenspieler, auch Anfänger (Englisch und Deutsch).

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