Winter Merchant Sampling Fair

Preparations for the Merchant Sample Fair began early Sunday morning with Lady Giada having the slaves of the Navona clean and set up. The merchants began arriving as the morning wore on. First Reggie the Blacksmith who left his slave "Kat" to watch over samples of his fine craftsmanshi--,a collar and a sirik that she displayed upon her flesh.

Tycho of the Scribes had drinks with a visiting rarius, Draco, and the men were served well by Mirit while a strange woman of the peasants ventured in , shouting about "fresh eggs and fried vulo wangs" in her peasant dialect much alarming Tycho as he sampled one. He later came to learn that "wangs" was in fact "wings" and was much relieved. Thyri, the Vulo Lady, brought in clucking vulos and scattered corn around the fine rugs and marble of the Navona while a physician, Lady Saliena, bought bosk lard and honey from her "grandiddy's farm"

The day continued with the seamstress, "Lady M" (Mahadia Voom) dressed in a colorful gown designed by herself as she showed samples of her fabrics to Lady Desdemona and took orders for Black Widow Weavers.

Later that afternoon as the sun was waning from the sky , the flesh merchants came out. Prithan arrived with a coffle of his best sluts: Fallen , Ayanna and Celine.....two red heads and a blonde, all dressed in the striped livery of the House of the Knot and dancing under the whip of their master.

Merchants came and went in their robes of white and gold. Lady Kari Winsome of the Merchants represented the "Mysterious Seamstress" along with Reggie's Kat. Both were good enough to show the wares of the elusive lady too arrogant to attend a public function.

All and all it was a good day for the Merchant Caste of Ar.

Tyros Approaches - The First Battle

The Ubara could wait no longer.

She stood, her face grim as the Taurentians moved with her past the ornate doors of the central cylinder and down the Viktel Aria to the front gate. She could tell by the sounds that the battle was slowing – the first battle between Ar and Tyros. The messenger had started running towards the central cylinder talking of burning peasant farms, of Tyros's approach in land towards the margin of desolation in vast numbers. Ar had amassed a force quickly – having not seen such an effort since the days of the assault of the Cosians.

This was no small band of raiders from Treve – those surgical strike, insane, middle-of-the-night fliers that would sometimes appear out of thin air. This was one of the largest naval forces in Gor and one of the current superpowers of the entire planet, led by the famed Dread Ubar, Galahad. And after the visit of their entourage the previous passage hand, Ar had prepared to march their forces to the mouth of the Vosk to begin preparing to sail to their enemy, regardless of the 100 pasangs berth Tyros had offered – and had been rejected.

The smoke curled in rings beyond the central cylinder of the camps of physicians and warriors there, as the streets lay silent. The huge gate had been shut, and the inner gate, too. Several heartsick kajirae lay against the walls near the gate with flowers weaved in their hair, jumping with every ballista, listening for any sound of footfalls within the gates for the return of their Masters. As the sounds began to die down, the citizenry quietly made their way towards the Viktel Aria.

It was so quiet.

“Open the gate,” Melisande said, and it was done. Over an ahn had passed with the last of the sword clashing, explosions, and raucous cries of the warriors. When the amber rays of a dying sunset spilled through the doors, she could only make out the hazy figures of men on the Fields of Elysium – whether they were victors or not, she could not tell – reaching under the arms of the fallen, moving their bodies out of the way. She saw one grim-faced rarius with a sword, and occasionally, he would stop and slide his blade in the chest of an enemy combatant who lay on the field dying – yet not finally giving his last breath. Merciful in the end, to a noble foe. As the man stood, she narrowed her eyes, and saw the insignia in his armor, SPQA. He raised his fist in the air as he saw the flash of purple at the gate, and his voice rose in a mixture of grief and victory, “Glory!” shouted he. “To Ar!”

And beyond the rise of the hill they began to come. The Primus Pilus, Brian Julianus, with the standard bearer. The centurions, their men. And then Primus Marleneanus. Macer, victorious in his defense. Tuntura, honoring his fallen brethren, Jimmi with his bloodstained steel... and finally, the last... and the first to battle – Marcus Sarus Flavius.

“Glory be to Ar. The victory is ours, Ubara,” said Brian.

Tyros, in this first battle, was defeated. And the warriors came through the gate and into the streets, the slave girls and free women welcoming them, the many castes thumping their chests in appreciation – all honoring the fallen and the victors with their praise, with celebration, and with a new stirring of the heart of home stone.

And of revenge.

Tyros would learn the penalty for assaulting the walls of Ar. And it would happen soon. This was far from over.

On an OOC note, all sides were thrilled with the way the Terms of Engagement worked, with the cooperation, and planning. Special thanks to Galahad and his team from Tyros and Sarus and our team here in Ar. Such an effort of group combat has excited and inspired us, and we are encouraged, looking towards a great conflict between the two powers in the coming weeks. Let the roleplay continue, and it shall, as (NPC) officers and spies of Tyros are executed in front of the central cylinder Monday evening. Keep watching this blog for the progression of news of the war.

Zee - No Longer a Mysterie!

Yesterday, while in group chat, Kismet made the statement that she was caught off guard by the horrifying thought that, as she sat at her computer and hummed aloud, singing, I perhaps had left the voice stream on for an event, and that she would be heard singing. I invited her, then to come to the OOC landing, and we would turn it on, and she could give us a concert. She decline, sadly, but this brief exchange grew into much more of an interest.

Ice Bradley, Adlai Rae, Kismet Dyrssen, Joscelin Baudin, aisha Paule, myself, and many others ended up meeting there to joke around on voice for a few minutes. To our amazement, Zee Mysterie showed up (Imperial Ar merchant) with this very intriguing Australian accent, and began to sing for us! He was fantastic, and we were all dancing and having a great time by the end.

This is a reminder that our event Imperial Ar's Got Talent will be in the month of February, and anyone who has some OOC talent – get yourselves signed up! We will display art, do poetry readings, singing, acting, comedy, guitar playing – we have a whole group lined up. Get in touch with me soon to get your name in the event. It's not a competition – just a showcase. February 25 at 4 p.m.

Just a Drop in the Bucket!

It's the 27^th of January, and I am working on the calendar for February. I'm a bit reminiscent this morning as I look back at the first blog post from December 23^rd. I really can't believe it's only been a month since the first one! And as we will look back over this time, a month is just a drop in the bucket compared to what will be a long time from now. So much has happened in four short weeks because of all of your efforts. We were able to organize ourselves administratively OOC and start organizing IC. Actually yesterday, we were able to fill the head scribe position, so that's all that's left. Well... except for one major role, but we'll be getting to that in just a few weeks. I don't want to ruin the spoiler for you.

We've taken a close look at our prims and our build and made some adjustments to prepare ourselves for an increase in warrior activity and what we felt would be a really slow, good growth throughout the month, and we did that too – and now that we're growing more quickly, we're able to accommodate people in an organized way without pulling our hair out.

One of my main goals was to go through the month and NOT cancel any events if we could help it. I had to cancel the Imperial Ar Blade Tournament because we had a logistics mix up at the last minute, and we could not do it. Oh, I hated that, but out of over 30 events, we did not cancel any others, except that one. This month we're doing it all over again, and people are starting to get the drill. They know the events are on the website, they know they're advertised on the big boards in the OOC landing, and people are starting to show up and expecting fun things to happen.

One concern a month ago was, would people stay? I always maintained it would be okay if everyone left, that we'd rebuild it from little if we needed to. But I have just been amazed and so proud that almost everyone has stayed. We've had very, very little attrition and are adding people every day. Ziarre told Joscelin to add 18 people to the Census just last night. Folks, that is amazing – and even more so that we are retaining them. All in all – with every goal that I had in the beginning for our first month, we've met it. We've exceeded it. Ar's rockin'.

For February, my goal is to see some exciting caste-specific events happen that will reach out to Gor-at-large. Gwidian and Feorie are going to be working with the physicians. We have been talking now about organizing a major series of events for scribes, called the “Master Debators,” in which topics will be formally debated before a Judge, using a timer, opening arguments, paired up, competing for opinions in the Forum in the Central Cylinder. The Initiates will be having a rededication of the temple early in the month, and Taltos has been looking forward to this for weeks – The Blessing of Steel. The Merchant's Sampling Fair happens the day before the 1^st, and that will focus on our merchant caste. The slavers will have their auctions and dances and such throughout the month. The warriors – well, they have the war with Tyros! I guess all I need to do today is go chase down Cadence and Crow for the rest. Ha!

Another goal I have for February is secret, but it's big. And I'm hoping you'll help me make this important transition. Stay tuned for more information.

This month's events are going to focus on rooting out Cosian philosophy and influence in the city for specific roleplay events, showcasing the talent Ar has, we'll have another big OOC dance like we had to kick it off at the end of December – Caelyx and Cora have outdone themselves on a “Fantastica” fairytale set. We're going to hear from the lovely lady from the north, Helga, about her homeland stories. One of the most talked about events of the month – Gorean Confessions – is coming back in just a couple of weeks, and folks are already writing up some juicy confessions for them to be read. We'll have the Master Debators as already mentioned, the Blessing of Steel, plenty of home stone swearings and Veils of Ar Teas, and... we're just going to have a great time again this month.

And as we go into this month watching some exciting things happening – consistent traffic numbers putting us as the #3 and #4 BtB sim in Gor many days, an almost 70% increase in members, and amazing activity in our castes and on the forums – the thing I am the most excited about is this cohesive “us” that's forming. It is starting to really “feel” like home. I love our group chat. I love meeting new folks I haven't met before. I love seeing old, old friends who I thought were long gone showing up to give it another go. And to think – this is just a drop in the bucket. I can't wait to see what more you all have in store – ideas, relationships, fun, and of course, roleplay.

Thanks for all you do, for all you're making this place to be. You aren't taken for granted for a single moment. Here's to February, and another drop in our bucket!

SPQA.

100 Pasangs

An important roleplay event that is leading up to our war with Tyros. This is a condensed version. To read the full version, please go to http://imperial-ar.org/forum/index.php?topic=108.msg598#msg598 . Brilliant work, Ziarre, Brian, Primus, Macer, and Titus Pullo.

Ziarre sends the slave along and turns back behind her, thinking a moment, before she calls out, "Tal, Sirs. Please forgive my intrusion. But I have just received word that an Ambassador of Tyros appears near the gates. I've sent a Taurentian escort for him." She left it there for the men to do with it what they will.

Fox Bellecoeur turns his attention to the one called Primus and nods "Tal Primus. Greetings from the Isle of Tyros. I come on the Authority of the Dread Ubar, Galahad. It has come to our attention that Imperial Ar is building an armada of warships."

Primus: The name of Galahad is famed and esteemed in Ar, and we welcome his Ambassador, and can confirm that your information is correct. A fleet is being outfitted as we speak.

Fox Bellecoeur nods "I will be sure to pass on to the Ubar of his reputation within Ar." nods once more to the warrior "Tyros cannot allow this to happen. Your fleet of warships being outfitted shows as a threat to the people and lands of Tyros."

Quirinus Sentius Macer narrowed his eyes slightly at the mention of warships. Macer, himself, was responsible for a lot of those happenings. "I am not aware how Tyros feels our warships can be a threat, since well...the whole length of the Vosk and thousands of villages stand between us and Tyros." He stepped forwards, interrupting Primus, ever the brash and foolish man that he was.

Primus quirks a brow at the ambassador's choice of words... "Tyros is in no position to "allow" anything. Ar does what Ar pleases, and asks no permission. It pleases Ar to build a fleet capable of destroying Cos and all those who dare ally themselves with her. If Tyros remains neutral, Tyros has nothing to fear from Ar."

Fox Bellecoeur shifts his gaze to the new arrival "Tal Sir. I am Fox, High Ambassador of Tyros. Aye, it is true that many places stand between Ar and Tyros, but the further you sail into the Thassa, the closer it brings you to Tyros. It causes...concern.." pausing a moment "Of course, we remain neutral. But as I had said...Tyros cannot allow this. We will remain vigilant and keep a very close eye on our surroundings waters."

Primus nods at the wisdom of that... "Vigilance in troubled times is a virtue. Ar asks only that Tyros remains idle as we sail through her waters as we assualt Cos. We demand no tribute, and require no assistance. Does the noble ambassador agree?"

Fox Bellecoeur's face holds a ghost of a grin, tribute in Tyros protected waters would not be honored. Glad to hear that tribute would not be called on. "If your sights remain on Cos, then aye, Tyros agrees. Provided that you sail at least 100 passangs around the Isle when you go"

Primus doffs his helm, considering the Ambassador's words... "Tyros is generous, as is well known, and Ar appreciates her agreement. A distances of 100 pasangs, however, may not be operationally possible as Ar moves to destroy Cos and all those who align with her."

Fox Bellecoeur shakes his head slightly "That is our only condition. 100 passangs."

Primus presses further... "It is well known that Tyros is the perrennial ally of Cos, Ambassador, yet Ar has no desire to see your island nation destroyed as well. While a distance of 100 pasangs may seem reasonable while standing in marbled halls, when the fog of war hits wind-swept ships such niceties are seldom able to be observed. Abandon the 100 pasang condition, and let there be peace between our great nations."

Fox Bellecoeur chuckles "Aye, well you say it is well known that Cos is an ally of Tyros. This is old news. Our limit stands firm at 100 passangs"

Primus nods, seeing the conversation has reached an impasse... "Your limit is rejected, Ambassador."

Fox Bellecoeur grins faintly "If that is the will of Ar, the words of a single man is not going to sway the course of an entire city." turning his gaze towards the other "No need to throw insults Sir. I have come in diplomatic peace to ensure the rights of the Isle of Tyros, her People and her Ubar are upheld. If Ar is willing to turn a deaf ear to those rights,..." holds his hands up in negation "like I said before...the words of one man..."

Primus: Thank you for coming, Ambassador. Your delegation is welcome to spend the night within the city, and accomdations will be provided. It would be best, however, if you leave at first light.

Fox Bellecoeur smiles and shakes his head "Our thanks, but we will depart tonight. Keep in mind that where you sail will cross the latitudes that mark the mouth of the cartius or the latitudes that mark the mouth of the Laurius..they are sailing in our water. And we will react accordingly." nods "Safe paths" turns to his escort "Let us return home"

Quirinus Sentius Macer scoffed. "Rights?" he remarked. "I recall well how Tyros once assisted Cos in destroying the rights of all those who were free along the Genesian Road and the Treasure Road," he maintained his hostile argument. "No...if you wish for us to stay away 100 pasangs, the least you could have done was layer it on with a favour in return. But you come here to demand and thereby, insult the core of Ar's Ubarate."

Primus nods, and smiles grimly.. "See you on the water, Ambassador."

Quirinus Sentius Macer was livid in anger. If it had not been for some semblance of discipline, he would have drawn hsi sword out. "The nerve!" he exclaimed. "How did you even maintain control, Sir?" he asked Primus. "They dare to come and demand! My feelings were right. Tyros wants war, I know it!" Macer had seen better days, apparently.

Primus: Hmm... no. Their conditions were quite reasonable. For a moment there, I almost thought that war would be averted. Fortunately, I was able to press him enough to make him remain firm. He did well. He's a good man. I hope he doesn't die in the war.

Events This Week

If you haven't signed up for The Cerulean Slave Auction, and you're a slave who might enjoy this kind of roleplay, NOW is the time to do so. Go to the landing in Imperial Ar and click on the sign with the steel collar (It's white and blue) and read the application. Fill it out, and return it to Melisande Moisant. The Cerulean Slave Auctions are going to be happening on Thursday, beginning at 11 a.m. SLT. These auctions are NOT for Lindens. They're for RP coin only, and the slave's OOC and RP profiles along with their time limits will be listed and available for the auction.

Girl Catch is a traditional Gorean game that will be played in the sim this week – you won't want to miss.

And the Winter's Chains Dance Exhibition (Competition) will be held also. It will be featuring the Chain Dance and variations of such by our slaves here in Imperial Ar and abroad. Come see this spectacular display of skill!

We also have warrior trainings and home stone swearings, and at the beginning of next week, a Merchant Sampling Fair.

It's happening in Ar. Don't miss it.

SPQA.

SOLD!

It's the morning after the auction, and I'm just flat exhausted. I have never before seen the kind of amazing display of generosity, good will, friendly competition, excitement, and a coming together as I did last night in Imperial Ar, and I am humbled by it. I hope you don't think I'm exaggerating. I have known many, many folks who participate in the auction by either putting themselves up and/or buying, and I know what kind of trials they've been through, how many times they've been burned or jaded about things, and how really unlikely it is that they would all be brought together for this kind of common goal. By all accounts, we should probably all be done with SL Gor.

But we aren't, and we're still having fun, and last night was proof positive. The sim brought in about 380,000 Lindens altogether, from start weeks ago to the incredible finish last night - to help with tier and for events on the sim. I can't tell you how much it's appreciated. When the sim was offered to me to buy, I wasn't really prepared for it, hadn't been saving up or trying to make a decision like most sim owners do. It was just... one day, I was contacted, and it was offered to buy. And when that happened, I was overwhelmed, called Primus immediately and spoke with him, and we thought – it will be tight, but we can do this. It really needs to be done. Ar has been my dream for a long time, but not just mine – it's been the dream of many of you too, whether or not you called it “Ar.” It was your collective home that you wanted. It's what we're beginning to see now in the way our community is forming. What happened this weekend with the auction confirms we made the right decision in buying the sim, and ensures that it's going to keep going now that we have some security to put behind our investment. In short: We're committed to this. Ar isn't going away.

The bidding was fierce last night. At one point, during Willow Jupiter's auction, I really wondered how long the whole thing would take. There were three men bidding on her auction, one right after the other, so much, in increments of 50, then 100, then 1000... I just sat back, amazed. Then of course, Xaz's auction, which I really did not think would be outbid at 50,000 lindens ended up going to 96,000. I actually think it might have gone even higher, but the evening was growing late, and the bidding had to stop sometime. Brighid/Lucretia and Kiana's auctions ended up causing quit a stir as the bidding war really kicked in there. And Torrid Streeter's auction blew everyone away as it went from 10,000 to 30,000. At the end, we even did a comical “live auction” of Radix Ohl (my guard, who by the way is a consummate roleplayer), and Dillusion Resident (the owner of the now-famous new Pani sim). The banter was enjoyable, the good will was incredible, and once again, though exhausted, I'm so thrilled with how it all turned out. Thank you, Imperial Ar roleplayers. And thank you, SL Goreans, for stepping up and being part of the magic.

The Ubara's Ball

The Ubara's Ball was a huge roleplay success, if you count success as 74 people in the sim, many of which were posting paragraph roleplay in story lines that would affect many people over many sims, and the fates of some cities.

There was one point when I looked up and saw perhaps 10 Trevians in red and black walking down the Viktel Aria, and they stopped as a group, near the bottom of the central cylinder, and I was just... in awe. What a great storyline. What great plotting!

Helena and all the house Kahzak were there, and they gave the Ubara a tabuk for a gift... it was really so much fun, with Salazar's two daughters flirting and whispering about the men. Everyone's gowns were just amazing, and we had people from Thentis, Treve, Tyros, Port Kar, Ianda, Olni, Kaz'Ar, Blood Stone Island, Tancred's Landing, Rose Island, Ti... and I can't even remember where else.

The main plot in the story, however, is that the Trevians wanted to come see for themselves that Melisande was not dead, and question her directly about what happened.

What DID happen, you ask? Why... you will have to find out in roleplay...

The Recap!

Oh, it has been an incredibly busy week, but to those reading this blog, perhaps it look like nothing has happened. So I resolved that, after some proper sleep, I'd come on first thing today and post as to what has been up with Ar!

After the Veils of Ar Tea on Tuesday, the warriors had their first mock battle since the “regime change.” It was with Tyros, far, far from home, on the waves of Thassa. My report indicates that our men did a fantastic job, and our chances for victory look extremely promising if we can get a few more numbers. In short – we have good organization, direction, and actually, our skill level is quite good. If we can just add a few more men, we're going to totally kick steel.

Wednesday was the stage for our “Slave Scavenger Hunt – Come Get Some,” and the sim was filled with Kur eggs that had to be found by the slaves and destroyed. Each egg was filled, of course, with a prize. I'm still seeing those little purple things on the sim, so not all of them have been found!

Tamar Luminos “illuminos'd” us with her instruction on roleplay fighting during her 6 p.m. Wednesday class. A forum topic with pointers is available for anyone wishing to excel in their skill there, and her Master, Cadence, taught us at 4p.m on Thursday more about combat. The men of Tyros actually showed up during this combat training (apparently there are some old friendly ties between Galahad and Cadence, ha!) and came out to support the sim. OOC friends, IC enemies – a great combination! It reminds me of the beginning of the Port Kar-Telnus wars we had a few years ago.

On Friday, I was pretty skeptical but very eager to see how the Gorean Confessions event would go. I expected many folks not to come due to confusion about what the event was about, or just not wanting to participate in voice. I was shocked when we almost packed the sim out for it! I had more great comments about this event than any we've done so far all month. Apparently people were extremely curious and excited to hear some of the voices connected with avatars in Ar and to hear some juicy confessions. I was told that it really stimulated some good discussions and gave people a lot to think about regarding roleplay and what their characters could possibly due for secret “personal” stories. I also received a number of messages from folks who are excited and already writing something up for next month. What's your secret? Get it on paper.

Today, we have the OOC Town Hall meeting where everyone can discuss concerns, ideas, and just hang out for a few minutes at the landing, and of course –deep breath-- today is the Ubara's Ball! Am I nervous? Well, we have received RSVPs from around Gor for this major roleplay event. I have one eye on the ban button and one eye on RP, and... I honestly am very excited to see everyone and see the RP. I know there are going to be some major plot hooks delivered tonight.

All in all, I'm so happy. A few very old friends have shown up and made the decision to be part of Ar – people I've known for years who have never made such commitments. I'm proud, and while I know not everything is perfect, and we're certainly not going to agree on everything, we are slowly and surely building relationships in our community that will outlast anything petty or any misgivings that crop up. Forgive quickly, give some grace, and let's remember that it's our home – and just like in real life sometimes – we've got a set space with a lot of people, and more people coming every day. Welcome our newcomers with open arms and let's give the kind of roleplay and atmophere that Ar's slowly building reputation is worthy of.

SPQA!

In the Name of Science...

The Lady Giada hosted another wonderful and uh... enlightening tea at Navona Terrace. This was certainly not your ordinary tea! The hotel proprietress was all to eager to display her "treats" to her fellow ladies, after discussions of rearing children, former companions, such as the gentleman Seldomus Erectus, and the latest gossip. As the tea came to a...climax... Beef (known as Phallic to some) entertained the women with his anatomically superior *coughs* form. While some ladies appeared quite scandalized by this, most showed interest in the great scientific discussion that ensued with a member of the Physician's caste on the anatomical integrity of this exotic slave. The tea ended with talk of the upcoming Ubara's Ball and where to obtain this season's trendsetting robes for fashionistas of Ar.

In attendance: Nathice Vyper, Ziarre Soleil, Hermione Langer, Dalia Ellsmere, Giada Koba, Laine Cerveau, Astrid Hoffnung, Drusilla Vespasia and, of course, Beef

The Ubara Makes a Speech

The Lady Melisande (that's me! Haha) made her first speech to the general public Monday regarding the state of Ar. She addressed each caste, confronted the motives of those who wished to push in a Ubar at this time, proclaimed a new and exciting era of empire to Ar, and committed to rooting out the Cosian infiltrators. It was met with cheers, some jeers, suspicion, silent support, and... well, an all around mixed crowd. There were whispers through the crowd as she appeared to leave rather hurriedly thereafter, and there seems to be trouble afoot somewhere near the upper eschelons of government!

Lash's Laugh Lounge Turns Ludicrous!

The theatre in Ar was the setting of the stand-up comedy routine performed for their esteemed audience. It was arranged by Cor's newest investment - A coutiere company out of Hermit's Roost that had contracted with Lash, the famed Tarn Racer of Korob... er... Thent... er... hmm. Well, somewhere other than Ar. We don't know. One of those lesser places.

And you can see just what sort of esteemed audience it was. Prithanus's capucine, Elliott, Melisande, Melisande's kia, Primus, and Primus's kat looking on, and I daresay, trying to make sense of the ensuing drama. Primus had said recently he'd had to stop watching tarn racing, as it had gotten too commercial.

Caelyx and Cora! They were recruited during the comedy sketch after bravely volunteering. Their witty responses left the famed comedian grasping at straws. Perhaps we can rent these two from Elliott sometime to give their own performance, since we're hoping the two tarn racers are better at racing than they are at comedy!

The man himself, Lash, the famous tarn racer.

This lady introduced the company and the production and claimed to have been wearing the gown that Melisande had commissioned for the ball this week! How very dare she!

And after smugly spouting off that he was indeed the most famous and best tarn racer of all Gor, who shows up, but his chief rival, our own Sil, tarn racer of Ar! The two kept bickering until an arrangement could be made to finally end their rivalry once and for all, with a great battle in the skies to be announced - location: Ar!

Mud Wrestling at the Silver Chain

Bahira and another go for Tamar, and again Bahira was triumphant. The finals came way too fast as Bahira and Fiery rolled around like dirty little she-tarsks. What a good go as the girls went back and forth holding one another off until the very end when Fiery managed to pin Bahira for the count!

Kiana, the princess of losers.

The girls got down and dirty, stripping off their camisks and fancy silks for a tumblel in the mud. The first bout was between Caelyx and Alzbeta with Caelyx coming out on top, quite literally!

The next bout was between Kiana and Bahira with Bahira easily beating the raven haired slut.

Next up was Tamar and Fiery with an easy win for Fiery.

Then for the semi finals! First up was, Caelyx and Bahira, with Bahira coming out as the winner

The evening started off with the paga flowing and as the night wore on the paga didn't stop with a generous round for the whole house by the Warrior, Primus!

The evening ended as many nights in the tavern often do, with paga girls draped over drunken mens' shoulders heading for the alcoves, while the rest of the men stumbled out of the tavern with their mud-covered wenches and many whispers of baths in their near future!