FOREST EVENT PANTHERS

[Medi]

Yesterday saw a lot of fighting around the Exchange Point.  The day before, I had set out to see if I could find the slave that had escaped Kate and me.  I found her, she had gotten caught in one of our traps, and was just digging herself out of it.  (Smiles).  She was quite a mess, covered in dirt and mud, hair all matted...I hid and watched until she thought she was free, and then emerged from the bushes I was hiding behind.  I didn't waste any time talking to her, but told her to 'bara' so I could tie her hands and hobble her.  She obeyed, but moved slowly, and with very little grace.  She also delayed before addressing me as 'Mistress'.  She is either a really, and I mean really, retarded kettle, or maybe she is lying about being an escaped slave, and is really a FW.  We shall see.  Getting her to the Exchange Point was quite a task, I had to push her through the thickets to get to a parallel trail, because I sensed that there was someone, not a Panther, in the area.  I also had to gag her, because she kept making noises when she was getting scratched by the brambles...BIG BABY!  Kate signaled that she was in the area, she didn't have any problems hearing us...I suspect that no one with ears could have missed us, we could have made less noise if we had put on slave bells and danced our way to the Exchange...Sheesh.  We did make it to the Exchange, and I bound her to the A-Frame.  If looks could kill, I would have dropped dead many times during the encounter.

The next day, I tried, in my own inimitable way, to make the girl feel better.  I washed her down with sea water, and she was really ungrateful.  I didn't see that one of the buckets of water that I threw on her had a fish in it, and was as surprised as she was when it slapped her face silly with it's tail before falling to the sand.  Kate woke up, around that time, and sent me and Keira out to get fresh water to rinse the captive down.  I guess that my feelings were hurt by the ingratitude of the girl, or I was lulled by the peacefulness of the Point,  because I let down my guard.  As we were gathering the water, a male emerged from the nearby bushes, and pelted us with rocks.  He must have been a descendant of Marlenus of Ar, or Tarl Cabot, because he hit us, hard, with every throw.  Keira sustained a broken collarbone and several fingers, and my shoulder and left hand were badly bruised.  He declined my offer to let him surrender, in return for us treating him well, so Keira and I left the scene.  It seemed that all he wanted was one of our buckets, he didn't use a more serious weapon, or come out after us.  When we limped back to the campsite by the sea, we saw Kate just finishing a battle with a male.  They broke apart, and he headed back into the trees.  Kate signaled to let him go, so I didn't try anything.  I gave my report, such as it was, and received some more instruction in Panther tactics.  We then dressed Keira's wounds, and set up the watch for the night.  It will be interesting to see what tomorrow brings.

Medicine Deer
Red Savage
Naked Blade Panther Band
Huntress (Select)

[Kimba~]

We had some trouble around dusk, but did manage to get the bonfire built.  I don't know if we will light it tonight or tomorrow night.  This will depend on the tactical situation.  Last night, we had fights with two males, and couldn't focus our forces on either one.  But it looks like the man I fought with has pulled out of the area, and perhaps tonight we can concentrate on taking down Fishface.  While I had been harboring some sympathy for the poor, simple-minded wretch; his unprovoked attack on my Panthers has swung that pendulum back in the other direction.

[rep]

Themba remains bound to the aframe

[Rhodynion of Ar]

Excellent.  The A frame looks much better that way.

[rep]

Excellent.  The A frame looks much better that way.

~grins~...thank you Master

[Kimba~]

(02:27:52 )
_The Glass Stiletto_
[PIC]
~Kathryn~
Naked Blade Lair Leader
TRC Panther

is along the treeline heading away from the exchange point
says to BeastTRC

: *Scouts arrive with a litter and furs, and take Medi back to the fire. I go to retrieve my spear.*

(02:31:35 )
_The Glass Stiletto_
[PIC]
~Kathryn~
Naked Blade Lair Leader
TRC Panther

is along the treeline heading away from the exchange point
says to BeastTRC

: *Uses the broad blade of my spear to cut your head the rest of the way off. Then plants your spear in the sand close up between you legs like a giant woody, and fits your neck down over the butt end of the spear, so your severed head forms the cockhead of the grotesque sculpture I make of your corpse.*

(02:32:58 )
_The Glass Stiletto_
[PIC]
~Kathryn~
Naked Blade Lair Leader
TRC Panther

is along the treeline heading away from the exchange point
says to BeastTRC

: I christin this work, Man Thinking With Dick.

[Medi]

Last night was a very difficult one for me, one that I will remember for the rest of my life...however long that may be.  (Shifts uncomfortably in depression in sand, lined with furs.  One of my scouts gently, but firmly, pushes me back onto my back.  I groan a bit, and accept some more willow bark, chewing it to try to take away the pain of a cracked sternum).

I had been feeding, and playing with, one of the captives on the beach, and Kate had come over and explained a plan to get Fishface, who was still lurking in the area.  I had some mixed feelings, he had seemed to be harmless at times, but he had attacked Keira and me without provocation.  If he really had just wanted to leave the area, he had had plenty of time to do so.  So, I listened to Kates plan, and after she melted away into the forest, I started my part.  My part was simple, I was to create a diversion.  I had my scouts heap more wood on the fire, bringing it to a bright beacon visible for miles.  I then stripped, and did one of my tribal dances around the captives, adding my war cry and screaming defiance.  I poked at the captives with my spear, getting them to add a chorus of shouts and screams of terror, anger, and frustration to my solo.  After a while, I heard the call, and snuck north, picking up my bow and arrows on the way.  I came across Fishface and Kate, apparently talking, and, following our plan, shot Fishface in the back of his shoulder.  He knocked Kate down with a bucket full of berries and water, and confronted me with his single bitted war axe.  I figured that I could shoot him again, and fired, but his reflexes were incredibly fast, and he threw his axe, striking me in the sternum with the blunt side, fortunate for me.  I was then out of the fight, in the worst pain I had ever felt.  Kate finished him off, and then tended to me and had me carried back to our camp.  I will be incapacitated for a day, or so, and then will need to take it easy for a while.  I do feel a little safer, knowing that Fishface won't menace us again...but...i will never forget the last look I saw on his face, and his plea to be 'just allowed to leave'. 

(OOC Comments;  That was the first time I participated in killing another character, and I certainly had mixed feelings.  There was some triumph, but also a sense of guilt.  Is that how it feels to others?

On a more relaxed note, as Medi was making her way towards the battle, the climatic theme from 'The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly' started running through my mind, and continued during the fight.  (You all know the moment, where the three characters face off in the cemetery, the trumpet solo soaring over the full orchestra and massive chorus).  (LOL)   At the end, I was wondering, of the three, was I the 'Good', the 'Bad', or the 'Ugly?

Medicine Deer
Red Savage
Naked Blade Panther Band
Huntress

[Kimba~]

(OOC Comments;  That was the first time I participated in killing another character, and I certainly had mixed feelings.  There was some triumph, but also a sense of guilt.  Is that how it feels to others?

I still feel bad every time I kill somebody.  As I am putting together what I expect to be a killing post, I'm always asking myself, "Is there any other way?"

[Medi]

(OOC Comments;  That was the first time I participated in killing another character, and I certainly had mixed feelings.  There was some triumph, but also a sense of guilt.  Is that how it feels to others?

I still feel bad every time I kill somebody.  As I am putting together what I expect to be a killing post, I'm always asking myself, "Is there any other way?"

Thanks, Kate...(hugs)...you have helped me feel better.  It has given me more insight into what Gorean r/p is about.

Medi
 

[rep]

themba remained bound to the a-frame at the Exchange

(1 more day to escape or get rescued)

[Medi]

I spent yesterday recovering from my injury.  My scouts kept me fed and watered, and wouldn't let me move from the nest in the sand that they had created.  I chewed willow bark, and poultices of healing salves were applied to my chest.  The salves worked, the pain is going down, and the bruise is starting to fade.  It is very ugly, still, there are black areas within the mostly blue colored area, with tinges of yellow surrounding the whole thing...ugh!  I am going to rest for a while this morning and early afternoon, and then I am going to get up and start moving around.  Healers have always told me that it is best to try to get active as soon as possible after an injury.  Also, last night Kate stopped by and told me the story of the founding of the Naked Blade Panther Band.  Jasmina and Bekka had endured much, much more than being hit hard in the chest, and had gone on to create our Panther band, and then went on to die with dignity, and honor that any Warrior would have to admire and respect.  Through the creation of the Story that Kate had passed on to me, they assured that Gor would never forget those two twins, who were kidnapped from Earth.  I will spend some time, while I am resting, retelling the Story to myself, making sure that I do not forget it.

Medicine Deer
Red Savage
Naked Blade Panther Band
Huntress

[rep]

themba spent another day on the a-frame but her night did not end there. while her past remained a bit of a mystery, her true slavery became evident, thanks to the ministrations of the lead Panther and the slight attention of a male Merchant. she begged the latter with both voice and body, though her movements were limited by her bound wrists and ankles. the more she responded, the less moved the Merchat seemed to become. to her frustration, the Male turned out to be more interested in how he might profit and not any momentary pleasure. the pitiful slave was then ignored completely once negotiations began. eventually, she became part of the goods traded between the Panthers and Merchant. she was finally released from the frame, but only to be shackled. being a runaway slave she was prone to try again but ended up in a small boat without incident. it was there she was last seen, heading for a larger ship anchored close by.

themba has left the forest

[Medi]

I am feeling better today, and intend to do some practice with my bow and spear now, since we have finished breakfast.  Breakfast was especially good this morning, we had vulo eggs with some of the cheese we had obtained from the Merchant last night.  I also used some of the chocolate to make a hot drink, and everyone had a mug, or two.  

We traded our four captives last night to a Merchant who was attracted to our beacon.  He was very canny, but I think it was a good deal all the way around.  We got four large wheels of cheese, and two tefa of chocolate.  Kate also got an impressive looking weapon, I will have to ask her to demonstrate how it is used, and we kept the samples of cheese and sugar.  He got three strong male slaves, (slightly used...blushes), and a very hot and lovely female.  The men were stoic, but I don't think that the girl really understood what was happening to her until the very end.  It was clear that she was a FW, a slave would have reacted much differently.  Kate and I discussed what it takes to be a Panther as we watched the small boat take the Merchant, his slaves, and his new acquisitions out to the larger ship.  I felt a little sorry for the FW, but, she will probably have a longer, and more comfortable life as a kajira than as a Panther.  I don't think she would have done very well with us, we are free, but our life is hard, and I don't think she really understood how hard it is.

Kate left me in charge of holding the chocolate, after she took her share.  I gave my scouts each a small slice in the evening.  I need to find Ilona and Charisma, and give them their share, and also give Charisma a portion to share with her trainees.  I will husband the remainder very carefully, and use it to make hot drinks for the Band, and to reward my scouts whenever they do a good job.  I will also share it as suggested by Kate, Ilona, and Charisma.

Medicine Deer
Red Savage
Naked Blade Panther Band
Huntress

[Medi]

This evening was different.  Another Merchant showed up, his name is Spartacus, and he had a few of his men with him.  I faced him down, and he seemed to accept that this was a Panther beach, and that there was a custom of 'truce' that reigned here.  He, and his men, set up a camp by the pier, and I have my scouts watching them.  They seem to be honoring the truce.  I had some private conversations with Spartacus, and he is looking for slaves to buy.  I told him to wait, and that we would bring male and female slaves in the days to come, since there seem to be many in our forest.

(I roll over in my sleeping furs, licking my lips, my sleep is troubled, as are my thoughts)

Medicine Deer
Red Savage
Naked Blade Panther Band
Huntress

[Kimba~]

Roleplay broke off in the mid-afternoon Forest time.  We intend to camp one last night on the Thassa shore, another day of rest for our wounded; while we wait on the return of hunting parties, before most likely heading back to the Lair in the morning.