Heimdal - The true Gorean North

One year ago....

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 20:19:00 +0000

our beloved Countess of Heimdal, SL friend and for some people also RL friend died.

R.I.P. Freja!

We will not forget you!

Heimdal closing

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 05:45:00 +0000

Tal all,

I sadly inform you that after the death (RL) of Freja Asp, simwonerin of the Heimdal sims, there are some difficulties with the sims. We have no chance to sell them so we wait that Linden closes down the sims. This will happen maybe soon, we don't know it.

Maybe some of you heared the rumours about "someone was using Frejas account in the last week" and yes this is true! Two people, including me, have the PERMISSION of Frejas RL son to take care of all Second Life stuff and HE gave us the password and all to get to her account and transfer the money to the RL bank account of Frejas kids.

Because of the Tip Jars which are placed by Phedre Seetan (my virtual bank account avatar) one person was sending a message yesterday in the Heimdal village group and blaming me for "stealing" money etc. But well, this person don't know me and maybe also don't know Freja when he says this. Freja and myself know each other in RL and we trusted each other always. Also her son knows me and is happy that the other person, who knows Freja & her family in RL too, take care about all the SL things for him.

The donated money, I always said, will be for keeping the sim, and if that is not possible, it will go directly to the kids of Freja. If one of you donated and does not trust me or whatever, contact me and i pay you back the donated money.

Yes all blame me right now...but i will not let this get me. It's a shame sometimes when RL and SL is mixed up, but sometimes its the best what can happen, otherwise i had never met Freja and her lovely family.

I still miss her, like so many others too, but life is not always fair and we have to deal with it in some way.

But well, for Freja, all who know her you know that she loved tournaments, there will be at the weekend one last tournament ...only in memory of her, not with any price money. If you like to attned it..I will place the infos about date/time soon here.

Now you can punish me or blame me or whatever...I don't care

Farewell Ceremony for Freja

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 20:16:00 +0000

Well, I wanted to post the whole chatlog here...but I am still not able to do much, when i re-read the log, i was crying...

Franka, Girl of Storm, postet it on her Blog and I have aksed her to if I can link it...so here you find the whole ceremony.

It was wonderful....we will miss you Countess....

http://franka-jewell.livejournal.com/

some poems

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 18:37:00 +0000

Gale Barzane

Freja was someone i cared alot for and will always live within my heart. Im sure you all can remember one or two people who where the very first people you met when you came to gor Freja was this person for me .. she taught me alot , lead by example and was always laughing no matter what the situation. I will miss her bunches

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Atiya Baar

In loving memory of Freja

You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived

You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back
or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left

Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be full of the love that you shared

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Annalise Serrano

Kneeling on the cushion looking out over the village she feels the cold creep up and she shivers as the wind caresses her soft skin. The trees sway in the wind and the snow clouds gather waiting for the perfect moment to blanket the village with glistening snow.

How beautiful it is when the sunrays peek thru the clouds, it almost looks as though the village has a halo of sparkling snow surrounding it with love and beauty.

It is home, and where her heart as been from the moment she took her first step into the billowy snow and felt the cold wind gently kiss her cheeks. Smiling to herself she thinks of why she had asked to see Heimdal. He spoke of it with such pride and affection. He could make her feel each sunset, each sunrise, hear the stream flowing thru the valley with each word he spoke. Tears brim her eyes and she looks back to the house. He sleeps within the warmth of the fires glow.

The wind picks up again and she turns back to the star lit village and watches the full moon travel over Heimdal as it has for centuries. Each moon rise and fall tucking in the days events and bringing in a new fresh look on life in Heimdal. Each new day a renewed promise to all that life will move forward, the sun will shine, the moon will rise, the village will sleep and wake, new will come and old will find comfort and peace.

This is Heimdal, this is home!
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Without words..

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 21:31:00 +0000

Heimdal News + Free Stalls for rent!

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 15:05:00 +0000

Tal all,

as many of you noticed, the Heimdal Sim was rebuilded...but sadly one group left and we have to do some more rebuilding now :(

But anyways, we have a new group there and like to welcome them to our lovely Heimdal region!

Also our market was fully rebuilded. Now you find a bigger market, the shops are better to see for customers and also the prices are really cheap.

From 150 to 250 LD per week you can rent there stalls in different sizes and also different prims numbers.

The Gorean information Center is outside the market now, in a small house (just follow the signs from the market area).

The arena will be also up there soon.

So come and see!

Some Heimdal News ....

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 14:10:00 +0000

Tal all,

as some of you noticed, Heimdal sim will be fully rebuilded.

The trading outpost is gone, but now we have a nice dock and a ship in front of the village hill.

Next to our vikings, we have another group joined Heimdal.

And, last news of today:

Resigning of the Chief Scribe

After 2 years playing a free women and more than one year the chief scribe of Heimdal, I am searching for something new. I have choosen to be a slave from now on. So Syleena will not be much online, but I will still held the scribes fair on March 21st in Heimdal.

Its not a goodbye for all time, I don't leave the groups...I will let this door open if Syleena wants to come back as a proud free women. Also I will help Freja in advertisement etc.

For contacting me, just send my Gorean Information Center alt: GICgirlGIA Sahara a message :)

Be well all,
Syleena

Slaver wanted

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 19:55:00 +0000

Greetings from the Fine Village of Heimdal in Torvaldsland...

Today we have an opening for the Position of Slaver to the Village of Heimdal
Heimdal is in the North and is a cold land but the hearts are warm ..we are a freindly village..

The Slaver needed will be dedicated to his position , and to the well being of the slaves, bonds..

Please apply to The Countess of Heimdal 'Freja Asp' with all aplications

thank you

Mara's gift

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 21:34:00 +0000

***This story is posted with friendly permission of Mara Svenska. Thx Mara for sharing your story with us!***

Mara's Gift
by Mara Svenska, bondmaid of Heimdal

They picked their way through the steep rocks carefully. Mara could tell her Jarl was alert to ambush. His eyes carefully took in every detail. He looked for signs of trouble; that's how you stay alive in Torvaldsland, especially the Hrimgar Mountains. It always amazed her how small things that meant nothing to her, would give him insights: a broken branch, showing the carelessness of a human. Snow swept clear of all tracks, so the hare seemingly dissolved in the middle of his trek. Blood on the snow, or tracks that were not concealed could also tell him what he wished to know.

These more obvious signs he had taught her, wanting his bondmaid to be safe as she went about her chores on the tundra and in the forests of Heimdal, his Home Stone. But he was aware of so much more. Mara knew he also studied the difference in sounds—what should and shouldn't be there. And his knowledge of the more natural dangers helped keep them alive too: tharlarion, larl, blizzards, even avalanche.

Thankfully the storm that had pushed them so far off track had subsided. Mara wondered if the Priest Kings merely were toying with them this day. They made their way silently as these thoughts tumbled through her mind. Mara sensed the strain on him as his jaw tightened and relaxed. The storm had made them walk far out of their way into unknown territory. There was every reason to expect hostile reception, and making matters worse, she was with him. His bond knew this fact could hamper him too. Loving him all the more for his care, she quickened her pace to keep up so as not to slow their progress in any way—loving and trusting him completely.

He slowed, and she came to stand behind him. He held his sword in his hand, and she had been carrying a stone for some time now too. She took care to look behind, as he had taught her. If something awaited them, retreat was still an option. Her heart raced and pounded in her ears like a band of drums she was sure could be heard for many pasang around, as he pointed to the stack of rocks. He wished her to hide, and she did so swiftly and silently. Crouching down, she knew her white cloak—the very one he had bought for her—helped to conceal her.

Her Jarl pulled to the other side and listened, then moved forward slowly—deathly silent. Hugging tight to the rocks where she hid, she held her breath trying to hear. Fearful for him, but also afraid to be here alone.... Then, the sound of steel clashing on steel rang loud and angry bouncing off of the rocks, ricocheting and splintering into a cacophony of sound. Mara knew better than to move. Frozen to the spot she listened, and implored Odin and Freya—even the Priest Kings—to keep him safe.

Just as quickly as it began, the sound ceased.

Blinking back fearful tears she waited. His sword was swift and steady, she knew. Surely...

He came back around the bend motioning to her to follow. Her lips curled into a grateful, joyous smile to see him alive and in one piece. Her Jarl's gaze was serious; without words he told her the direness of their situation and she followed, holding fast to her rock. What good would one rock do? She knew not, but it comforted her some to have it.

They finally emerged from the steep walls of the pass. As he breathed easier, so did she. At least now he could see any attackers. That meant, however, she soon realized, that they could be seen too. Thankfully, the forest treeline was not far. He ran, and she followed as swiftly as her legs would carry her. It was then they heard the cry of a tarn, then two, followed by the angry shouts of riders. Even if they had been spotted, and she wasn't sure they had, Mara realized they would have enough time to make the trees. She followed him to the ridge where the rocks rose sharply into the magnificent Torvaldsberg, where the legendary Torvald himself was said to sleep ready to waken again if needed once more in Torvaldsland. Nearly four pasangs high, the jagged peak could not be ignored, keeping vigil over the entire countryside. They skirted the peak in the cover provided by the trees, and made swift time. Her legs ached and her lungs burned in her chest, and still they ran. She knew their lives depended on it.

It had been a long while since she had heard any sound from the tarn. Instinctively she knew the tarnsmen had veered in a different direction. And still they ran, as quickly and silently as they could. When she feared she could go no more, her Jarl stopped abruptly. The only sound she could hear was the harmony of their heavy breathing. It was bitter cold all around, but they felt fire inside as they ran until he stopped so he could listen and check on their pursuers. He grinned as silence—the right kind of silence—filled the forest.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. Still holding her close, he whispered into her ear, “Very good, lil one!” It was as if the summer sun shone through her breast! His pleasure in her efforts lifted her, and filled her with joy. Mara hugged him tightly, her cheeks bunching into happy knots.

“I love you!” was all she could muster by way of a whisper. The tender look in his eyes left her to know he understood the rich completeness of those words. With a happy smile, she pulled the skin she had tied to her thigh, and offered the water to him before drinking herself. Soon she felt back in control of her breathing, and though her ears were trained for any noise, no sound of pursuit was evident. He smiled at her again. In low tones he spoke softly to her, “I believe we are still too far north to make the cut into Heimdal Valley, but we are close now.” He looked up at the gathering clouds. “But we won't win a race with this storm, and I don't want to spend even one night unprotected in this cold. We dare not start a fire.”

He turned about, his eyes scanning the rock face. With a nod, he smiled. Tipping her chin, she tried to follow his gaze. What had made him smile? Taking her hand, he lead the way. They began to climb. Looking behind, Mara, watched and listened for tarn, but she could sense he was feeling better that they were no longer being followed. At least for now.

Rounding a large fissure, he stepped forward toward an opening—all but hidden by the rocks themselves. There was just enough room for her Jarl to enter, but she cleared the opening easily. It was completely dark inside, but she could hear the vastness of a large cavern. Her hand tightened about his, not wanting to lose the comfort of his touch in the darkness here.

“This will do very well for tonight, lil one,” he said softly. “I want you to stay here by the opening. I will get us some wood. We will have a fire tonight after all.” Shivers ran up her spine, not from the cold—which was considerable—but from the darkness behind her. She would brave anything with him, but she didn't want to venture further into the cavern without him. Dark stories of entering caves to never return filled her as she stayed close to the opening.

He was back almost as quickly as he had gone, and Mara relaxed as he worked to light a fire. Laying their cloaks on the ground by the fire so they could rest more comfortably, she laid back and watched him. Admiration, and yes, desire filled her as she looked at the lankiness of his tall frame. Memories of kissing down his belly drew her eyes lower. Her Jarl felt her gaze and turned around, smiling.

He came to her, lying beside her, with a tender look his hand stroked up her thigh. Mara couldn't help but shiver at his touch. It happened that way every time. A touch or a kiss igniting the embers of desire, flaming into an inferno of want.

He smiled as his hand parted the folds of her kirtle and found the warmth between her legs. His touch was slow and deliberate as he teased her desire to a frenzied pitch even as he reached to knead the mound of her breast. She smiled up at him, her eyes dark with passion. Her tiny hands caressed his chest as he pulled her closer to him still. Caressing his body, slowly she lowered her hand touching him through his kilt. As her hand closed over him, he groaned softly and rolled her to her back. She parted her legs and willingly welcomed him. He kissed up her neck with rough insistent desire, though gently pulling her hands over her head. As he entered her, they both shook with growing intensity as he pressed deep inside her, their breath quickening in unison.

Wrapping her legs around him, she arched to meet his thrusts needing and wanting him as badly as he did her. The afternoon's brush with death, had left them both bruised and more insistent on living this moment well. The passion built rapidly, for they were both exhausted, but this joy was not to be denied. Their bodies joined, and she writhed and moaned softly beneath him as the fire crackled, and tickled their bodies with warmth. Moving faster he pushed her to the brink. She teetered there as he joined her, his body tensing with extreme passion as he held her tightly. As their bodies convulsed in a glorious climax, his lips found hers. Then the cave seemed to explode with color, and every nerve in their bodies cried out as they clung to each other. The kiss lingered as their breathing slowed. Only their cheeks held vigil, pulling their lips into broad smiles of pure joy.

He rolled to his side and pulled her to him. She gladly snuggled into the warm circle of his arms, and pulled the fur of his cloak over them. Sleep claimed her, while he watched the fire. He would stoke it from time to time. He slept some, but his keen senses were ever vigilant. The storm howled outside, and he knew none would hunt them this night. Near dawn the storm subsided, while they slept comfortably in each others arms.

As he stirred, so did she, feeling him rise and move to the mouth of the cave. She smiled hearing him relieve himself, stirring the same need within her. Sitting up she raked her fingers through her blonde hair, pulling the smooth locks away from her face as she slowly stood up. Yesterday's run could be felt in every muscle. Or perhaps that was from their lovemaking? She smiled and met him at the mouth of the cave. He allowed her privacy by turning his back. The sky was clear blue, not a cloud in sight. She finished, rubbing his back as she returned to him. She was stunned by the beauty of the freshly fallen snow, whipped up into drifts and swirls sparkling in the early morning sunshine. She stared at the landscape in awe as he turned back to the cavern.

He laid her cloak over her shoulders, already wearing his as he returned to her side. He heard the cry of the tarn long before she did. He kicked snow over the only sign of their presence, leaving anything that could be seen seemingly undisturbed as he pulled her back into the cave. He covered the embers of their fire with dirt, once again pitching the cave into darkness. The brightness from outside illuminated the opening and she could see more of the cave now than she had through the night.

It was large with several openings—connections to other chambers she wondered? He whispered close to her ear, commanding her, “Take the second opening and walk no more than 20 paces and sit to the right. I will find you there.” She looked with horror at the dark opening, feeling the same abject fear as when they had first entered the cave the night before, but she knew better than to question. Mara moved quickly and silently to the opening counting off the 20 paces as bravely as she could. The floor dropped away in a steep path down. She could hear water trickling down near where she walked, and the temperature, though still cold, was warmer here too. No other sounds—not steel on steel or the cry of tarn followed her here. At exactly 20 paces she sat and pulled her legs up tight to herself and waited.

It was pitch black. She couldn't see her own hand in front of her face. It was cold and void of any stimulus, save the mesmerizing trickle and slow drip of water. She tried to remain alert, but her mind wandered as she tried to relax as best she could.

Had she dozed? She wasn't sure, but was jolted to awareness as a hand closed over her mouth. She could feel the cold argument of a blade held fast to her throat. Mara froze understanding the silent threat. A raspy voice with rancid breath whispered into her ear.

“Do NOT make any noise or cry to others, or I will slit your throat.” Mara knew this was truth, and nodded slowly, intent on obeying the command so as to protect her Jarl's property. The voice continued, “Why have you come here?” the voice demanded in a guttural whisper. The hand released enough to test her willingness to offer an answer.

“Only to escape the storm,” Mara answered truthfully in a hushed whisper. “Why this tunnel?” the voice barked harshly though barely above a whisper. “The tarnsmen... we were being followed,” she answered simply. The voice considered this. The hand not holding the blade, roamed over her body and Mara tensed at the violation. The hand did not touch for lust, though. She quickly sensed it was a search to determine if she was armed. Mara remained passive as the hand satisfied the curiosity of the owner.

Suddenly the voice began to cough violently, the person behind the voice held onto her, the knife falling at Mara's feet with a clang as it hit the cavern floor and rolled a couple of turns down the steep path. Mara knew exactly where it was but made no move to retrieve it—just yet—even though the owner was clearly struggling to stand. Mara turned around and reached out to steady the other. This was more than benevolent concern. Truth be told she was more worried about the tarnsmen and the safety of her Jarl. If the tarnsmen knew she was here, her Jarl's safety would be compromised. She hoped the noise had not traveled to the main cavern, as she tried to steady the other. Surprisingly, she found a strong but very slight woman, who gratefully accepted the help as Mara lowered her to a sitting position.

“I am Mara,” she whispered simply. “Are you alright?” Only then could Mara hear the rattle of age in the woman's labored breath. “Just leave me here,” the other bemoaned. Mara knew of the custom to send the enfeebled out into the tundra to greet Odin personally so as not to burden the community. “I will stay with you on your journey,” she offered. Her own fear of dying alone showed through her offer, and Mara could almost hear the soft smile on the others face.

“Child that won't be necessary, but I thank you. A most generous offer in the face of this unknown. You are a brave one.” Mara smiled thinking her Jarl would chuckle to hear, particularly as she had openly shared all of her most intimate fears with him. She tried to hear anything from above in the main cavern, but no sound or movement filtered down.

Again the woman was racked with coughing, and Mara wondered if she ought to fear illness but immediately dismissed it. The woman did not appear to be suffering any dementia either, but Mara knew this was the twilight hours of a life. She felt, as she could not see, the other nod--almost as if she could hear Mara's thoughts. “You are right,” the other offered in words. Mara felt the speaking was a courtesy for her benefit. Her brow knit as she wondered if the other was a witch to be able to know her thoughts like that. Once more the voice answered, “Yes.”

Mara tensed with concern as children's fables about witches filled her head. For the first time since the woman had placed her hand over her mouth and the blade to her throat, Mara felt a jolt of fear. This witch did not need a blade to inflict damage, or did she? What was it really to be a witch? All of these thoughts tossed and rolled in her mind in a blur of rapid images. The witch laughed softly, which resulted in another racking cough. “Nay, child. You have no cause to fear me. You have shown yourself brave and honorable. I have no qualms with you.”

Mara relaxed somewhat. “My Jarl,” she began out loud, but let the rest of her thought play out in her mind knowing the witch didn't need to hear to know what she was trying to convey. “He is safe for now, though the tarnsmen draw closer,” the witch answered. Mara's brow knit together in frantic concern. How to ask the witch for a favor?

“You would have your freedom, bond?” the witch asked in reply. Mara shook her head, and her thoughts screamed “NO!” Mara could feel the witch's interest. “A love slave, is it?” she asked. Mara's lips curled into a joyous smile. She had not used those words before, but yes. She was his. And she loved him—and he treasured her, and loved her. The witch laughed, but this time did not cough. “Aiii, the bonds of love are far more sure than steel.” Mara nodded softly, her thoughts twinkling with joy as precious memories of her Jarl flashed through her mind. But she worried for his safety, and her eyes instinctively turned toward the larger cavern above.

“He does not need magic, bond, his skill is greater than either of the tarnsmen that seek him. They will know this soon enough. And then you will fly home to Heimdal on the wings of a monstrous beast.” Mara smiled gratefully, trusting in the witch's prediction. “Thank you,” Mara whispered gratefully as the woman's breathing grew more labored and her body began to shake. Mara took her cloak and laid it over the old woman trying to make her as comfortable as possible on the cold floor of a very dark cavern. Why had the witch chosen here to end her days? Did this allow her to focus on her destination without other distraction?

“Aiii,” the witch answered. “Thank you, child,” she added weakly. “If not your freedom, what would you ask of a witch in her last moments on Gor?” Mara shook her head as she encouraged the witch to try and relax and not worry about granting a wish—she having all she wanted—the love of her Jarl and their safe return to Heimdal. “Your Jarl knows your worth,” the witch said simply. Mara smiled, thanking her silently. Mara held her hand, trying to warm and comfort her. The witch patted Mara's hand with tender appreciation. And Mara knew, though no words were spoken, that the witch was grateful for her being there and trying to make her passing as comfortable as possible.

Steel on steel rang out over head, and her hand tightened on the witch's instinctively, almost protectively of both her Jarl but also to preserve the witch's peaceful passing. The witch's breathing was very labored now, and Mara squeezed her hand reassuringly, whispering “May Odin personally escort you to Valhalla and welcome you to his table.” The witch smiled, warmed by this earnest blessing.

The witch's face came into view as Mara looked at the witch in the dark. Her eyes were kindly, but shrewd; the lines on her face deep. This was a very old witch Mara thought. “Aiii, and some would say wise, child.” The witch offered. There was no boasting in these words. Mara felt the beauty of the witch—the woman within. Whether that was magic on the part of the witch, or keen empathy on the part of the bond, she knew not. Mara smiled once more at the other woman, patting her hand. Her thoughts were of verdant fields, peaceful journeys, and joyful abundance. These thoughts she shared with the witch lest she not have the energy to make them visible to her own mind as the end neared.

“Child,” the witch began, though it was clear that it was keenly painful for her to speak. “Yes? I am here,” Mara offered. “I leave you with a gift. A gift to let all know of your love for your Jarl, if you would have it” the witch whispered. Mara thought of the witch and felt her grace, and without hesitation, she nodded—of course she wanted all to know of her love and devotion to her Jarl. Mara smiled thanking the witch for such a gift. The witch's hand closed hard over hers and Mara felt a fire shoot from the witch's hand to hers making her gasp as she fell back hard against the cavern floor.

Mara could barely move though her hand still held fast to the witch. She felt the witch draw one last deep breath and her body relaxed, almost as if she was asleep. Mara continued to hold her hand, whispering soft prayers of joy for the witch's journey knowing she could still hear. Mara could no longer see the witch's face. As the witch's strength waned, so did the ability for her to make it so Mara could see her in the dark cavern. Mara held the witch's hand, sitting up to stroke her forehead as a mother does a child. With one final exhale, the witch simply faded, and Mara was left holding nothing but the cold damp air of the cave.

Resting her head against the cavern wall, Mara was grateful for the coolness of the stone. A fire smoldered in her breast. Mara pondered this feeling and thanked the witch again, for the warmth within was a joy of life, and a joy for the love of her Jarl. Her lips spread into a wide grin, as the sound of the battle above had also silenced. Mara was not afraid and knew that her Jarl had prevailed. She stood up gathering her cloak and waited for him to come for her. In moments, he spoke aloud to her—there was no longer any reason to be quiet.

“Mara?” “Here my Jarl!” She listened and and used his voice to guide her as she walked straight to him. As he spoke, they drew nearer one another and Mara leaped at him, smothering his face with grateful kisses.

“We won't have to walk through this deep snow to Heimdal. We have transport now,” he offered. Mara smiled thanking the witch once more, and saying one last silent prayer for her successful passage to Valhalla as her Jarl took her hand and they made their way out of the cavern to the tethered tarn. She smiled light on her feet, sorting her thoughts on how to share what had happened with the witch.

As the light from outside began to brighten their faces, he suddenly turned, pinning her to the wall of the cavern. His knife was in his hand and tightly pressed against her throat, and his gaze was hard and filled with anger. Terror filled her eyes as she looked up at him. 'M-my J-Jarl?” she stammered in a half cry, half whisper. “What have you done with my Mara!” he demanded loudly, his voice bouncing off of the cavern walls in repeated accusation.

“Done? Have done nothing!” she cried. His face was close to hers and the light from the day was clear enough she could see his eyes studying her keenly. Confusion was there—doubt and fury too. “There was a witch,” she began. Back in the cave. Tears fell down her cheeks, lamenting this confusion. “She had come here to die... she passed,” Mara sniffed as she tried to tell what had happened to her.

The whole story tumbled out quickly as she shared what had happened since they had parted, and all the witch had said. With each sentence, he relaxed until at last he placed the knife back in its sheath. He grabbed her, crushing her tightly in an embrace tinged with relief and thanksgiving. He lips claimed hers, kissing her insistently. The kiss was glorious—as glorious a kiss as they had ever had. He let go of her, leaving her lips still tingling and her heart beating fast. “Vixen,” he whispered, though his eyes were smiling once more.

“It is you, but you can see why I was confused.” Mara's brow knit and the realization of the moment washed over him leaving her still confused as tears tickled the backs of her eyes. “You say she wanted you to have a gift that would leave all to know of your love for me?” he asked. Mara nodded. “It was a gift freely given, and I accepted—for I would have all know—every moment of every day of my life—of my love for you my love, my Jarl!”

He rubbed the back of his neck, as he looked down at her. “Aiii, all will know,” he began hoarsely, his voice full of emotion, “and they will envy the love of such a bond.” Mara's face lit up in a broad smile to hear him speak. “As it should be my Jarl!” He nodded taking her hand as they made their way the rest of the way out of the cavern.

“But there will be an adjustment,” he said, turning back to her. “An adjustment?” she asked, clearly confused. “Aiii,” said he. He reached out to tenderly touch her cheek, moving his hand to her hair. “But I think I shall love getting used to it,” he murmured as his eyes caressed her face and hair. She grinned, not understanding him, but loving him just the same. Just then a gentle breeze picked up a lock of her hair and blew a soft wisp across her face. What caught her eye, shocked her. It looked almost like blood in the sunlight and Mara fell to her knees, wincing, reacting protectively, afraid—stunned, fearing attack.

Her Jarl burst into a robust laugh as he helped her to her feet. “All is well my lil one,” he soothed. That is your gift. A gift so that all know of your love every moment of every day.” He held a handful of the crimson curls as it veritably glowed in the early morning sunlight.

Mara's jaw dropped in shocked astonishment. She pulled her own hair around her face so she could look at it, staring. The blonde, straight locks were gone. Her hair was now a glorious copper color, twisting in delicate curls. “Aiii” he chuckled, delighting in her surprise. “It is full of heart, just like you my precious lil one,” he said pulling her into his arms once more. Mara sputtered, but he shushed her, placing his fingers over her lips. “It is very becoming, and will remind me always that you've been blessed by a witch such that I may always know of your love.”

Mara swallowed, overwhelmed. What more was there to do? She clung to him, his arms encircling her in a tight hug as their lips met in another perfect kiss. For days and weeks after there was attention at the change, but soon enough, the red, curl-laden locks simply were a part of her. A lasting durable gift from a dying witch so that all the world would know.

I love you my Jarl!

***Copyright: Mara Svenska***

A thief on the farm... - part 3 and 4

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 20:49:00 +0000

The last part of the amazing RP-story, published by Storms girl Fran.

read it on:

http://franka-jewell.livejournal.com/

Have fun!

A thief on the farm... - part two

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 22:18:00 +0000

Read the second part of the story: a thief on the farm!!!

A RP-story, which took place in Heimdal.

Published by Storms girl Fran

http://franka-jewell.livejournal.com/

Enjoy!

Some day a Physician in Heimdal...:)

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 20:35:00 +0000

The Bondmaid: nonono
Lady Physician: come lil one
The Bondmaid: I wont I wont I wont
The Countess shouts: Allied Warrior
The Warrior grabs her hair and pulls it so she has to look at me
The Warrior: listen ill one...you want to loose your hand?
Free Women: blocks the doorway so she doesn't get out
The Bondmaid: aaauuuwww my Master please don't
Lady Physician smiles now just have her lie on the bed and I will see what we can do
The Bondmaid: she hates needles
The Warrior grabs her and drag her with him
The Bondmaid: ggggrrrr
Free Women: she will need to cover her eyes then
The Warrior: now jump on that bed
The Bondmaid: nonono
Free Women: may I get you anything Freya
The Warrior hold her down
Lady Physician looks down kindly...lie still girl and I wont hurt you...move and the needle ill probably snap in your skin
The Bondmaid shakes hard with her head keeping her arm over her eyes
Lady Physician: aye some agrimony and kur fat
The Warrior: could you look at her left hand...she was cut by clumsy mat as they skinned a verr
The Bondmaid mumbles what they gonna do with me????
The Countess shouts: Allied Warrior were are you now I lost you again
Lady Physician nods aye I can see its red form here
Free Women: moves over to the shelves and searches for the agrimony and jur fat
The Bondmaid shouts: MASTER!!!!!
The Warrior: shus lil one
The Bondmaid: do not let them cut off my hand!!!!!
The Warrior: you see it is starting to infect
The Bondmaid: nonononono
Lady Physician takes the girls hand and looks closely at the oozing pus
The Bondmaid: it's not!!!! look!!!
The Warrior: if you do not let the Physician look at it and treat you , you will loose it
The Warrior: now shut up and let her look
The Bondmaid starts to cry
Free Women: she finds the agrimony and places it to one side
Lady Physician places her hand on the girls forehead, ignoring the slaves crying and concerns
The Warrior: stop that or I will give you a reason to cry when we are at home
The Bondmaid says with whispering voice *yes my Master
The Bondmaid sniffs...
The Countess: in here Allied Warrior
Free Women: not finding the kur fat she returns to the Physicians side with the agrimony
Lady Physician: hmm its hot,,, a fever obviously causing the delusion and caused by infection
The Bondmaid peeping trough her fingers to the Mistress physician
Free Women: she hands the agrimony to the Physician
Free Women: I cannot find where he keeps the kur fat Physician
Lady Physician wipes the wound clean with premoistened rep cloth
The Bondmaid then squeezes her eyes shut and turns her head away
The Bondmaid: aauuuuwww!!! what you doing???
Lady Physician smiles ,,that's alright, I have some with me
The Bondmaid: this hurts!!!!
Free Women: she places the agrimony on the table near the bed
The Warrior: well when we come home I will let you feel what hurts...:)
Lady Physician: shhh girl...or it will hurt of that I can assure you
The Bondmaid hears someone placing something on the table and turns her head
The Bondmaid: nononon my Master this hurts enough already
Free Women: winces at the face the girl makes and steps back for fear of being kicked
The Warrior: then stop whimping...
Lady Physician smears some agrimony on the wound and applies kur fat to draw out infection, looks for a bandage
The Bondmaid: mmmmmmmmm ....
The Bondmaid breaths deep in out
Free Women: moves the jar of agrimony now it has been used and replaces it were she had found it
Lady Physician places the bandage on arm smiles, "hmmmm now the anti infection shot and herbal tea to reduce fever
The Warrior look at the expert moves of the Physician...then observe the Bondmaid
The Bondmaid: shot????!!!???
Free Women: turns to see the Countess and the Allied Warrior in the door way.. smiles and nods then returns here , stare to the girl on the bed
The Bondmaid shakes her head fast nononono
The Bondmaid grumbles some words hating injections...kjskojdsfew
Lady Physician places a firm hand on the girl listen to me girl....you lie still or you will experience pain that you can only imagine, needles broken in veins are not nice
The Warrior throws an evil eye at the Bondmaid
The Bondmaid: my Master what she means with a shot??
The Warrior: shus and let the healer do her work
The Bondmaid then looks at the Mistress physician
Free Women: raises her eyebrows and thinks she a wimp .. its only a needle
The Countess: see the bowl on the table and take it up under her nose then look at the Allied Warrior as she pull something not know what it is up in a couple of cups .................I think this is something we can drink
Lady Physician fills up a syringe with anti infection serum and gently places it in the vein of the girl, pushes the plunger down and makes sure all serum enters the blood system
The Warrior: she is treated by a slave some days ago ..but she was not allowed to give her a precausious shot
The Countess: take one of the cups up to her mouth
The Bondmaid: mmmmmsdkasdjaskdjWQEOIHQWFD
The Allied Warrior : I'm fine Countess
Lady Physician: don't drink that the Countess "its breeding wine"!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Second Bondmaid peers in the door and grins slightly before moving into the building.
The Countess: tip the cup and lean her head back empty the cup
The Warrior hear that words and chuckles
The Allied Warrior : drink it Countess I dare you *smirks*
The Bondmaid: gggrlumbllglgluck
The Countess: hears the Physician and run out
The Allied Warrior : *smirks*to late
Free Women: looks quick at the Countess
The Allied Warrior : I think she was worried
The Countess: stick her finger deep down her throat and throw up in the flowers outside
The Second Bondmaid rubs her tights and peers around before tilting her head... she clears her throat as she tries to not forget her manners. "Greetings Jarls.. Mistresses."
Lady Physician smiles patting the girl ,now you did very well.. next time, you wont be so scared
Free Women: looks to the bond greetings girl
The Warrior hear a greet and peek around the corner...greetings bond
The Bondmaid sighs deeply *looking at her master
Lady Physician smiles "greetings bond" *turning down
The Countess: stand back up ........ o no what have I don
Heimdal Citizen: Tal
The Countess: tal Citizen
The Warrior smirks at her....you are a pussy..I told you before...
Free Women: runs to the Countess side
The Allied Warrior : Countess, I have a question for you
The Bondmaid: prrrr prrrr
Free Women: are you alright what can we do now
The Countess: yes let me throw up here and I am fine
The Bondmaid purrs to her Master
Free Women: turns and sees the Sir outside. "Tal Sir"
The Second Bondmaid watches the Mistress move out the door and tilts her head to the other side but stays silent.
The Countess: yes I just throw up so I will be fine
The Allied Warrior : Lady Physician do you have what is necessary to counter the wine the Countess drank
Free Women: pats the Countess' back as she throws up on flowers
The Warrior grins at the Allied Warrior ...mmhmm I would have some fluid...:P
Heimdal Citizen: What has happened? Are you sick?
The Countess: thank I'll be fine here
Lady Physician smiles, now just peppermint tea and the fever should go down real fast
The Allied Warrior : lol, so do I but...
The Countess: no I drank something not know what it was and well not so good
Free Women: makes strange face at overhearing the men talk and shakes head
The Allied Warrior : ill be nice I am a visitor
The Countess: yes tea I need tea
The Bondmaid looks at the Mistress physician and gives her a little smile
Free Women: nods I have some mint tea.. smiles I will bring you one
The Warrior: maybe we give her both some so to be sure it works
The Countess: yes o please don't tell my man
Lady Physician laughs "aye Countess", the bitter sip in is in the black vial marked slave wine
Free Women: I will get some
Lady Physician nods thanks Free Women
Free Women: she turns and hurries to her home
The Warrior: well that's to late for it now...
The Countess: almost start to cry Lady Physician have long do it work the wine
The Second Bondmaidyawns and thinks that she is not needed here... perfectly fine with her. She quietly slips to her feet and tiptoes out and past the people outside.
The Bondmaid peeps to her Master asking * was this one a good girl my Master?
The Warrior: does she need to be back soon Lady Physician...for a check?
Lady Physician pats the Countess on the shoulder "'don't worry I have the concentrated version of bitter sip, all will be well"
The Bondmaid looks at the Mistress physician with questioned eyes
The Warrior rubs his chin and hear her words..and shake slowly his head
The Countess: sit down in the chair and cover her face with her hands and shakes her head
The Bondmaid sees her Master shaking his head and wonders why
The Countess: I am in trouble
Lady Physician nods "aye I suggest you bring her back tomorrow, just to be sure"
The Allied Warrior : Lady Physician what's the counter for breeding wine
The Bondmaid: tomorrow???
The Warrior nods...and where should I be aware of?
Lady Physician: bitter sip or commonly known as slave wine
The Allied Warrior : I think have slave wine in my stash at home
Lady Physician: aye hours to be sure all is well Warrior
Free Women: runs back to the healers carefully with the tray and places it down on the table
The Warrior nods...and wink the Bondmaid to heel at his side
The Allied Warrior : the Countess if you follow me I can give you the counter to what you drank so you can stop worrying
Free Women: she pours a mint tea hastily for The Countess
The Bondmaid raises slowly sitting at the edge of the cot and jumps off it
The Countess: takes the cup from the trade and almost drop it on the table so have much her hands shake
Free Women: would the girl want some tea Lady Physician
The Allied Warrior : Countess
Lady Physician smiles "aye that would be a good idea"
The Warrior reach in his pocket and hold Lady Physician a silver tarn....here for your time
Free Women: she places a cup of tea near the bond
The Countess: hold careful with the other hand around the cup and take a sip of it
The Bondmaid looks up at the Mistress physician
The Countess: yes Allied Warrior
The Countess: Allied Warrior don't tell anybody ok
The Bondmaid was very scared Mistress but she thanks you for helping this one
The Allied Warrior : I have slave wine at my home it will counter what you drank
Lady Physician smiles "thank you Warrior, it was my pleasure"
Lady Physician: and you where very brave lil one
The Countess: smiles thank you Allied Warrior
The Warrior hear the Allied Warrior talk and think...hmm at your home huh...
The Countess: but Lady Physician say I will be fine after this make a face show it have bad taste
The Allied Warrior : I keep it hidden
The Countess: look up at The Allied Warrior and smiles .... I understand
Free Women: gives the tea to Lady Physician to hand to girl
The Bondmaid walks to her Master to heel next to him but pouts at him
The Warrior smiles and think yeah right Allied Warrior ..the same fluid I always keep hidden...:)
The Allied Warrior : I keep all of that stuff hidden cant have anyone stealing it
Lady Physician passes the girl some mint tea
Free Women: wonders why the Physician is drinking the girls tea and laffs as she know she makes a fine cup of tea
Free Women: she pours another for the girl
Free Women: smiles
The Bondmaid takes the bowl with the tea
The Bondmaid: and drinks it very fast
Free Women: I shall make you one also come out of the sunlight girl
The Countess: close her eyes and shake her head look down at the table ............how can I be so stupid
The Allied Warrior : come here Countess
The Allied Warrior gives the Countess a big hug
Free Women: hands the girl some tea of her own
Lady Physician smiles "we all make mistakes Countess and that one was easily fixed"
The Countess: smiles thank you
The Bondmaid takes the bowl from the Mistress and starts to drink
The Allied Warrior : maybe I should take you to my room Countess *smirks*
Lady Physician smiles and reads a note brought by a bird
The Bondmaid drinks all very fast
The Countess: look at him ..... but Allied Warrior I am a taken woman
The Bondmaid coughs
The Allied Warrior : I was joking
Free Women: Gasps at Allied Warriors lip to the Countess
The Countess: I can not go with a man to his room
The Bondmaid almost shocked in her tee
Free Women: would anyone like more tea?
The Bondmaid finishes her tea
The Allied Warrior : Countess be careful next time or a guy may take advantage
The Countess: yes I will
Free Women: she looks over all and sees they do not need more tea.. and looks to The Countess and hopes the taste has left her mouth now
The Countess: I do not know why I did drink it
The Allied Warrior : Countess you know I am very honourable
The Countess: it just looked like wine
The Warrior see the Bondmaid finished her tea....you can wait outside lil one
Lady Physician reads the note attached to the birds leg..hmmm I think we may be needed in camp Allied Warrior ...some disturbance I think
The Allied Warrior : ok
The Bondmaid: yes my Master and walks out by placing the cup on the counter
Lady Physician: I could go and check if you want to stay,
The Allied Warrior : I am heading to the dock Lady Physician
The Bondmaid: well wishes Mistresses
Free Women: be well girl
The Bondmaid steps outside with a happy face
Lady Physician smiles "safe paths everyone and be well"
Lady Physician: I will be back later,
The Warrior: thank you Lady Physician and safe paths
Lady Physician grins' be well all'
The Countess: I need air
The Bondmaid looks at the Mistress
The Bondmaid: oooh Mistress are you well?
Free Women: sees all have left the healers she takes up the tray
The Bondmaid: my Master Mistress doesn't look well
Free Women: smiles to the Countess 'I hope your feeling better now
The Warrior walk out an wink the Bondmaid to heel then pass the Countess and shakes his head and has a wicked smile around his mouth
The Warrior: be well
Free Women: be well
The Countess: yes I need to go home my man here not a word to him ok

Update Laws!!

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 19:53:00 +0000

Welcome to Heimdal.

This city is part of the world of Gor, based on the books by John Norman.

Please note you are in a full roleplay and forced collar sim upon entering you accept all the rules laid out below. Please refrain from using OOC in open chat during roleplay if you feel the need to discuss something OOC then take it to IM's. The ONLY people who have the authorisation to call Invalid. Order Resetting of meters or rule on RP is the Moderators. (listed below)

Daliilah Bollissma
Foley March
Freja Asp
Hannable Streeter
Mooch Blinker

1. *Safezone rule

a. The Sky market area, the rental houses in the sky box (not down on the Sim!) and the Gorean Information Center are the only designated safe zone area.

b. As soon as you TP into the Sim you have 5 minutes to rez, if you engage in RP during this time then that time is not applicable.

c. Once you leave the SZ you are fair game, you can only TP out from the SZ and if you do then you cannot return for 30 mins.

2. *Rules for fighting:

No jumping, no movement enhancers and space barring. No combat eggs or push weapons.

3. *Allowed Weapons

Only weapons made by weapon makers listed below are allowed. Using a weapon made by someone not on this list will result in your capture being called invalid and auto capture of the one using the illegal weapon. (All weapons must be auto sheath on being capped and be of a Gorean nature)

AC (Anhandreu Riederer)
Alika Sao Weapons (Alika Sao)
Andera Shermer Gorean Weapons
Infinity Weapons (Arcturus Itano) 3.1 and above
Black Ronin Weapons (Lucius Obviate)
AC (Anhandreu Riederer)
Elle Erre (larion Rhode)
FLP (Larmen Capra)
Forest maiden bow (Suzan Whizenhunt)
GTS (Tommy Burton)
Harbinger Designs (Navar Harbinger) - no cage, fire or poison
IPWN (Triton Paine)
Markz's Weapons (Markz McMahon)
Mikazuki Weaponry (Eve Mikazuki) - No katana
Mystical Stardust ( Invalid Concepts)
NQ (Guts Aeon)
Romper Barbosa (EZ Weaponry)
Schnyder Creations (Irvin Schnyder)
Weapons by AN (Alvar Nurmi)
Weapons of the Warlord (Slip Barrett)
Xxander Snook (XX weapons)
Tala Nagy (Tala's weapons & specialities)

NO Bolas or any weapon that inhibits movement are to be used.

All Applications for weapons to be added to this list are to be sent to Mooch Blinker.

4. *Avatars

This Sim is Human only, no mechs, furries, tinies, undead or other non-human avatars are permitted. No child avatars are permitted, your avatar must present an adult appearance. You must be over the age of 18 as this is an adult sim and for mature audiences only. All clothing must be of a Gorean nature.

5. *General rules

a. Female outlaws and female mercenaries are allowed in the city dressed/disguised as males.

b. Panthers are allowed in the city if dressed as free woman.

c. Slaves taken with arms and/or fighting slaves will be killed.

d. Assassins are allowed to travel in the city.

e. Observers must be wearing an observer tag. They cannot be in any part of roleplay and their communication is only allowed in IM.

f. If you need to set AFK then refrain from doing so in the open, try where possible to get into your home or out to the edges of the Sim. On entering the sim you are IC the only occasions where OOC is accepted is if you are building, a Mod (or asked to do so by one).

6. *Combat Meter rules

a. Gorean meter, the latest release. Wearing an incorrect or outdated combat meter in combat results in auto capture.

b. Resetting your combat meter during battle will result in automatic capture.

c. Aiding during combat is allowed but should be done in roleplay minimum 3 lines.

d. Binding is minimum 3 lines, self unbinding is not allowed within 5 minutes of being tied up it needs at least 3 emotes or 3 lines of reasonable roleplay.

e. Unbinding is minimum 3 lines, can only be done when you close enough to physically unbind the person.

f. No running with a leashed person and no use of a weapon which requires two hands while having someone leashed.

g. As Heimdal sits on the edge of the Northern Forrest tarns are allowed for travel only (No combat is to take place whilst on one).

h. Trading of captives will be done using RP server items. We do not support the use of lindens or money.

7. *RP Limits

Please let your captors know the limitations of your role-play, this should be done via IM, referring them to an entry in your profile is a good way of doing it. The limit of 'your' RP is dictated by yourself, however it is your responsibility to notify your captors of these limits. If you don’t want to be raped say so clearly, if you don’t want to be maimed say so. We do not want to hear complaints that you were forced to accept something against your will; you have a choice, make it. In the event that your captor insists on violating your limits speak of it in open chat briefly (e.g no rape!), if they continue ask for a MOD to intervene (make sure you NC to help in any decision)

8. *Chat Log

Any and all open chat or IM may be recorded, copied, or Note Carded, and may be transmitted to anyone to facilitate good Role Play, to aid in the judgment of Role Play validity, or for the amusement of those involved, their team-mates and/or friends.

9. *Rules regarding Capture or killing

a. Captivity lasts 3 days from the time your combat meter goes to zero. You may escape captivity at any time, provided role-play covers it (it might be a good Idea to NC your escape in case there is a dispute). For instance, if your captor fails to bind you and walks away, you may run for the SZ and escape. When you captivity expires, role-play it out. No teleporting out from any location except the SZ.

b. Death lasts 24 hours from the time your combat meter goes to zero. It requires explicit role-play to kill someone; you must announce that you are killing your target, and then take their meter to zero. Make sure your kills are at least 5 lines and there has been at least 30 minutes of roleplay, unless the person is declared to be KOS by the city council. When you are dead wear a flip tag or meter announcement that you are a Ghost of Heimdal. Ghosts do not speak in open chat and never interfere with role-play. Captivity and death count everywhere on Gor, not just while you are in Heimdal.

10. *Bond Circle

The bond main circle is located in the north part of the sim just by the wooded area. This is the traditional way to collar free woman in the North. If the free woman submits freely, she will be a permanent slave, if she is forced collared, the rules of capturing will apply.

bond-maid circle (noun): A circle inscribed into the dirt or traced upon a floor during times of conquest by Torvalds men. To enter the circle, if one is a female, is, by the laws of Torvaldsland, to declare oneself a bond-maid. A woman may enter of her own free will, or be thrown there by force. Either way, she emerges from the bond-maid circle a slave. (Marauders of Gor, 3:44-45)

Enjoy your stay in Heimdal.

Freja Asp - Countess

A thief on the farm...

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 18:18:00 +0000

Yesterday there was a thief on our lovely farm.

Storms girl Fran wrote the story of their roleplay. Read the first part on her blog, the second one follows tomorrow :)

http://franka-jewell.livejournal.com/

Enjoy!

Torvaldsland Book for sale!

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 22:36:00 +0000

Tal all,

it was a wish of our lovely Countess Freja to have a nice book about Torvaldsland. So I have worked a bit and created one for her.

All of you who are interested can buy it now..its up in the market area, next to the Gorean Information Center entrance.

The book is for sale, only 25 LD! 20 LD go as a donation for the sim, 5 LD per book I will keep for my work.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 12:24:00 +0000

Heimdal wishes all a happy new year!

May all your wishes for 2009 come true!

THX to Dalilah, Franka & Storm for the impressions of our Heimdal firework!

Treasure hunt

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 14:54:00 +0000

Tal all and welcome to our treasure hunt!

From January 1st to January 4th 2009 you can search all over Heimdal for 40 hidden boxes with nice gifts.

The hunt starts at January 1st (midnight, new years eve) and ends at midnight on January 4th.

Good luck!

Lady Barb

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Heimdal/236/101/711

Fire Devil in Heimdal!!!

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 18:49:00 +0000

Tal all,

I sadly announce that today the scribery was set on fire. We could control the fire ...but it destroyed a lot. During the next days, I try to fix all in there and see if some scrolls are still okay.

But please watch out for strangers...it seems that a man set it on fire..but we are not quiet sure about it.

Be well,

Syleena, sad scribe of Heimdal

*************************************

Setting the fire:

STRANGER lets slips the bottle of thalarion oil as he shifts his head side to side knowing no one is watching he springs the bottles lid to open, as he purrs the bottle onto the table not letting a drop remain inside, as he shifts his hands for another

STRANGER he draws the second bottle up into his hand and pops off the lid this time splashing the contains over the bookshelf's and he moves back

STRANGER grabbing the touch on the wall he smirks and throws it onto the flammable table top and stands well back as the flames grow strong and spread around the room, the books all catching alight and it becomes a bbq

STRANGER moves face to leave the building and exits thru the back way knowing its empty as he came thru it to begin with

STRANGER spotting people at the back gate he decides to bring himself back and go thru he alley way to move thru the red caste building and out onto the hills

Free Houses & market stalls

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Mon, 29 Dec 2008 17:46:00 +0000

Tal all,

there are still some available houses and market stalls in Heimdal.

The houses are located in the skybox of Heimdal. This is an OOC area, so everyone can rent there.
Different sizes/prizes

Our nice market has also some stalls left. Walk around and search for the one you need. We offer different prim amounts.

Be well,
Syleena

Merry Christmas!!!

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Wed, 24 Dec 2008 23:05:00 +0000

New Years Hunt - help needed..

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 17:00:00 +0000

Please contact/send items to Lady Barb (Fatbottomedgirl Barbosa)

New Laws in Heimdal!!

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 16:21:00 +0000

Tal all,

our countess send out the new laws of Heimdal to me today.

Please read them :)

Be well,
Syleena

*************************************************************

2008 - December 15th - Laws of Heimdal

Welcome to Heimdal.

This city is part of the world of Gor, based on the books by John Norman.

Please note you are in a full roleplay and forced collar sim. Please refrain from using OOC in open chat during roleplay if you feel the need to discuss someting OOC then take it to IM's. The ONLY people who have the authorisation to call Invalid or rule on RP is the Moderators. (listed below)

Daliilah Bollissma
Foley March
Freja Asp
Hannable Streeter
Mooch Blinker

1. *Safezone rule

a. The Sky market area, the rental houses in the sky box (not down on the Sim!) and the Gorean Information Center are the only designated safe zone area.

b. As soon as you TP into the Sim you have 5 minutes to rez, if you engage in RP during this time then that time is not applicable.

c. Once you leave the SZ you are fair game, you can only TP out from the SZ and if you do then you cannot return for 30 mins.

2. *Rules for fighting:

No jumping, no movement enhancers and space barring. No combat eggs or push weapons.

3. *Allowed Weapons

Only weapons made by weapon makers listed below are allowed. Using a weapon made by someone not on this list will result in your capture being called invalid and autocapture of the one using the ilegal weapon. (All weapons must be autosheath on being capped and be of a Gorean nature)

AC (Anhandreu Riederer)
Alika Sao Weapons (Alika Sao)
Infinity Weapons (Arcturus Itano)
Black Ronin Weapons (Lucius Obviate)
Elle Erre (larion Rhode)
FLP (Larmen Capra)
Forest maiden bow (Suzan Whizenhunt)
GTS (Tommy Burton)
Harbinger Designs (Navar Harbinger) - no cage, fire or poison
IPWN (Triton Paine)
Markz's Weapons (Markz McMahon)
Mikazuki Weaponry (Eve Mikazuki) - No katana
Mystical Stardust ( Invalid Concepts)
NQ (Guts Aeon)
Romper Barbosa (EZ Weaponry)
Schnyder Creations (Irvin Schnyder)
Weapons by AN (Alvar Nurmi)
Weapons of the Warlord (Slip Barrett)
Xxander Snook (XX weapons)
Tala Nagy (Tala's weapons & specialities)

All Applicatons for weapons to be added to this list are to be sent to Mooch Blinker.

4. *Avatars

This Sim is Human only, no mechs, furries, tinies, undead or other non-human avatars are permitted. No child avatars are permitted, your avatar must present an adult appearance. You must be over the age of 18 as this is an adult sim and for mature audiences only.

5. *General rules

a. Female outlaws and female mercenaries are allowed in the city dressed/disguised as males.

b. Panthers are allowed in the city if dressed as free woman.

c. Slaves taken with arms and/or fighting slaves will be killed.

d. Assassins are allowed to travel in the city.

e. Observers must be wearing an observer tag. They cannot be in any part of roleplay and their communication is only allowed in IM.

6. *Combat Meter rules

a. Gorean meter, the latest release. Wearing an incorrect or outdated combat meter in combat results in auto capture.

b. Resetting your combat meter during battle will result in automatic capture.

c. Aiding during combat is allowed but should be done in roleplay minimum 3 lines.

d. Binding is minimum 3 lines, self unbinding is not allowed within 5 minutes of being tied up it needs at least 3 emotes or 3 lines of reasonable roleplay.

e. Unbinding is minimum 3 lines, can only be done when you close eneough to physically unbind the person.

f. No running with a leashed person and no use of a weapon which requires two hands while having someone leashed.

g. As Heimdal sits on the edge of the Northern Forrest tarns are allowed for travel only.

h. Trading of captives will be done using RP server items. We do not support the use of lindens or money.

7. *RP Limits

Please let your captors know the limitations of your role-play, this should be done via IM, referring them to an entry in your profile is a good way of doing it. The limit of 'your' RP is dictated by yourself,however it is your responsibility to notify your captors of these limits. If you don’t want to be raped say so clearly, if you don’t want to be maimed say so. We do not want to hear complaints that you were forced to accept something against your will; you have a choice, make it. In the event that your captor insists on violating your limits speak of it in open chat briefly (e.g no rape!), if they continue ask for a MOD to intervene (make sure you NC to help in any decision)

8. *Chat Log

Any and all open chat or IM may be recorded, copied, or Note Carded, and may be transmitted to anyone to facilitate good Role Play, to aid in the judgment of Role Play validity, or for the amusement of those involved, their teammates and/or friends.

9. *Rules regarding Capture or killing

a. Captivity lasts 3 days from the time your combat meter goes to zero. You may escape captivity at any time, provided role-play covers it (it might be a good Idea to NC your escape in case there is a dispute). For instance, if your captor fails to bind you and walks away, you may run for the SZ and escape. When you captivity expires, role-play it out. No teleporting out from any location except the SZ.

b. Death lasts 24 hours from the time your combat meter goes to zero. It requires explicit role-play to kill someone; you must announce that you are killing your target, and then take their meter to zero. Make sure your kills are at least 5 lines and there has been at least 30 minutes of roleplay, unless the person is declared to be KOS by the city council. When you are dead wear a flip tag or meter announcement that you are a Ghost of Heimdal. Ghosts do not speak in open chat and never interfere with role-play. Captivity and death count everywhere on Gor, not just while you are in Heimdal.

10. *Bond Circle

The bond main circle is located in the north part of the sim just by the wooded area. This is the traditional way to collar free woman in the North. If the free woman submits freely, she will be a permanent slave, if she is forced collared, the rules of capturing will apply.

bond-maid circle (noun): A circle inscribed into the dirt or traced upon a floor during times of conquest by Torvalds men. To enter the circle, if one is a female, is, by the laws of Torvaldsland, to declare oneself a bond-maid. A woman may enter of her own free will, or be thrown there by force. Either way, she emerges from the bond-maid circle a slave. (Marauders of Gor, 3:44-45)

Enjoy your stay in Heimdal.

Freja Asp - Countess

Heimdal Christmas OOC Dance

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Fri, 12 Dec 2008 21:58:00 +0000

Tal all,

christmas time is near......

Its a very Heimdal Christmas is the theme of our OOC dance.

Date: December 20th

Time: 1pm (22:00 gtm +1)

Location: Heimdal OOC Dance area

Thx to Thorn and Dalilah for the logo and the great christmassy decoration!

We hope to welcome you there!

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Heimdal/236/101/711

Recruitment - Slaver

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Fri, 12 Dec 2008 16:35:00 +0000

Tal all,

Heimdal is recruiting a slaver!!

Heimdal Information - updated

noreply@blogger.com (GIC Owner & Shopping Victim) — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 18:28:00 +0000

Information on the Heimdal area:

Torvaldsland is a cold region in the north of Gor. This region begins at the border of the northern forest. In this harsh and cold land, most of the people have blond hair and blue eyes. The northern region differs from the southern regions in GOR, for example, the males are called Jarls, the free women are not obliged to wear veils and the slaves are called bond-maid's (females) or thralls (males).

There are many villages and cities in the north, Kassau is the largest city, near the border to the northern forests...but there is also a beautiful village at the edge of the mountains….the village of Heimdal.

Heimdal, the cosy village surrounded by mountains and woods, has not a male leader. The friendly people of Heimdal village are proud of their Countess, Freja Asp.

In the small village you can enjoy your time in the longhouse, read scrolls in the scribery or watch the blacksmith working in his forge. If you don't fell well, our infirmary is the right place to go. For our honourable warriors we have a warriors house and of course, there is also a slaver house.

Outside the village there are also some interesting places to explore….there is a nice 'lil farm, a frozen lake, a bath cave, a trading post and another forge on a hill, which belongs to a small group of blacksmiths.

Behind the woods, you will also find the Kataii Wagon Camp. Our Kataii create many nice items for trading and are also open for friendly visitors.

And then, on the opposite side of the Kataii camp, we have our Viking Camp. The Vikings defend Heimdal with their lives.

If you arrive in Heimdal, you will land on the Sky Market. There are many shops with gorean clothes, furnitures and other items, which are useful for Goreans. There is also the Gorean Information Center for Newbies and Goreans. A place filled with informations, freebies and other helpful things.

We hope to welcome you in our lovely village or in one of the camps in the area outside the village gates of Heimdal!

On behalf of the Countess of Heimdal,

Syleena Sheridan
Head Scribe of Heimdal