I am back to RPing pretty heavily and in fact I have three active characters now. So I plan on setting a page on my blog dedicated to my character’s backstories. I am running out of inworld “picks” damn it, lol, so I thought if I have a pick with a link to my blog it will make my life much simplier.
Because of this, over the next couple of days you might see two posts per day. So for those of you post Nazis out there, I am warning you in advance. 
It’s been a while since I talked about my characters in Gor. Things have changed for me in terms of RP and I would say for the better too! I moved my long term slave character “Elle” to the avatar known as Elizabeth Hallstrom (god, I love display names) and have created a fab free woman character named Druscilla Paulus. But today’s post isn’t about Druscilla – it is about the Elle character – who was recently renamed Opal.
For those of you not familiar with Gorean RP, basically when a woman is enslaved she loses everything – including her name. Often times she is renamed over and over by the same owner for whatever reason. Since I created the character “Elle, once of Cos” she has been named Elle, Axiom, Nadima, Babbler, Lux and now Opal. I have to admit though “Opal” is my all time fave name. <3
Anyway enough mushy stuff, it’s time for a brief update on Elle’s story. So let’s get to it shall we?
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Port Kar brought the woman once known as Aella Cosenza Amaris, back to her knees. Collared by a man of Schendi then stolen by a lone tarnsman off the docks of the city, Aella found herself in the city of Hochburg. After the long journey she was led into the city by the warrior, shackled and blindfolded, the identity of her new owner still unknown. There she sat in a tavern somewhere in the city, blind to what was going on around her. After an ahn or so had passed, she was finally approached, her ears filling with the familiar voice of a man she knew breifly in Port Kar – Xamirus Mannix of the Money Lenders. There in the middle of the tavern, he named her “Opal” after the valued gem of Gor.
A few weeks after her initial encounter in Hochburg with Xamirus, her life was so different: She was now his pampered love slave. She spent her days by his side, attending meetings with important people of the city. At night in their home alone, she and Xamirus would discuss the days events in detail. But what was truly different with this relationship she had with him is her owner now looked to her for advice. No longer was she just a man’s slave – she was his confidante and his advisor and lover. All this was in secret though, since the Banker could not risk letting it get out that his master plan of Gor domination was influenced largely by the words of a slave.
Soon though the word was sent that he was needed in City of Ko-Ro-Ba to run their burgeoning banking system. Part of the package included a manse and, much to Opal’s chagrin, a new companion. But Opal knew that this woman was needed in his life, to assist him in raising caste and to help obtain the political power he so desired. Now the journey begins….
Body
Hair: [e] Elikatira Abbey – Red 05
Skin: LAQ ~ Essential (1.0) Saga
Outfit
GSpot Chained Creme
Slink Mesh Rigged Hands
Slink Womens Natural Barefeet (Mesh Rigged)
Accessories
MG Maxi Gossamer – Necklace – Santa Fe
Poses
Diesel Works
Location
Hochburg – BTB Gor
(Yeah I know, epic fail on no pictures lately but I have an excuse LOL. I had the flu and haven’t felt like logging in. Any who, I hope you enjoy my pictureless writing).
It was well past the 20th Ahn and the sweet song of slumber had yet to fill my ears. It was like this every night since Silus’s death a few weeks past now. I would toss and turn until I was almost incoherent before I could finally fall asleep. Soon after Tina was sold, I began to spend my evenings with him in his bedroom and I had never been happier. But since his untimely journey to the City of Dust, I refused to go into his room for any reason. Instead I would retire to my old room, alone, with only my thoughts of that last night we shared at the Sardar to keep me company.
Our children were now twenty-six and twenty-five Gorean years. Liesl, my daughter and eldest child, was in her fourth year of companionship to a man of Ko-Ro-Ba’s most prominent house of the Caste of Warriors, and had two babes of her own. Our son, Aleksandar, was now in Ar learning the textile distribution side of our House business, along with enjoying the life of a well-to-do young man in the city. He returned home immediately when he received word of Silus’s death and begged me to allow him to stay behind in Ko-Ro-Ba to protect me, but I would not have it. I demanded that he return to Ar to watch out for our business interests there since our House was now vulnerable, and also, so his Uncle could groom him to eventually take his place as a leader of the House. Aleksandar was the eldest male child of the Head of House thus it was expected he would play a major role in the family business.
Liesl had been staying with me in the house since her father’s death along with my true Mother and my Merchant Mum. The women of the family had banded together after the tragedy – regardless of caste differences – to support me in this time of need. We knew as women we were vulnerable without a man in our life and with the death of Silus, the women of the family surrounded me as sign of loyalty and protection. Often times, this protective stance among women transcended position and caste and the signs were so subtle that the men of our world may not recognize it.
My days were filled with activities with the women in my life, their laughter and presence a joy to me in my time of need. During the day when alone, I threw myself into my work, sketching and sewing, as I tried my best to block out the pain inside me. But at night, I could not escape – I felt more alone than I ever had been. My sadness would take over as I would lie there alone in the furs. This particular night was seemingly no different than any other as I lost myself in my thoughts of him and that magical night in the Sardar. Nevertheless, I would soon learn that was not the case.
To Be Continued…..
“Silus,” I said cheerfully as we were going through our planning session for the upcoming Sardar Fair. “I see we have a letter here from that Ubara – you know the one we have affectionately nicknamed The Bitch.” In the room were Silus, my companion of many years now, his favored slave Tina, and myself; and since the children were now seventeen and eighteen respectively for the most part our trips to the Fairs were becoming just the three of us. When the conversation turned to the Ubara know we referred to as “The Bitch” we all broke out in laughter. “Yes,” Silus said dryly once the laughter had died down, “seems she wants to schedule another private session with us in the next hand or so. Her hope is to see some previews of what we plan to show at the Sardar Fair.”
I smiled and glanced at Tina “What do you think Tina? Should we oblige her?” I looked her coyly, “Remember what happened the last time we visited her.”
Tina nodded “Yes, I do and I never got the black wine stains out of my tunic. But she does offer good coin, Mistress.” She smirked and began writing the appointment down in our schedule. “Should I include our customary, um, shall I say fee we have established for clients of her…caliber?”
I laughed heartily at her comment, turning my gaze to Silus. He was looking at me intently in the way that normally would make me uncomfortable. But as of late, I began to not mind his lavicious glances in my direction. I leaned in his direction, my undone hair cascading about my shoulders. I was seated quite close to him at his desk to overlook some documents he was working on. “What do you think Silus? Is The Bitch fee appropriate in this case?” I said in a playful tone, my eyes meeting his.
Silus leaned over as well, his lips brushing my cheek for a moment. He pulled back slightly and said “Why yes my Lady. I think The Bitch fee is quite in order for THIS Ubara.” We both laughed and simultaneously reached out to touch each other’s hand, looking deep to each other’s eyes. After seemingly an ehn or so, we pulled apart and both moved our gaze to Tina. There she sat in silence just staring at us, wide eyed, her mouth agape. An uncomfortable feeling fell over the room and then we all returned to our work in silence.
A hand or so later, Tina begged of me to be sold.
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“Mummy, do you like Tina,” Liesl asked me one night as I was putting her to bed. She was now a grown up 7 year old Gorean girl or so she thought in the way she was starting to ask questions it seems. “Why do you ask my Ubara?” I replied. I called my childen Ubar and Ubara affectionately because in may ways at the tender ages of six and seven, they did rule my world in my ways. “Well,” she said as she looked up at me, “I just wondered because at night she goes into daddy’s room and well you do not. So I wondered if you didn’t like her because of that.” She looked at me a moment, a questioning look on ther face. “Why does she do that, Mummy?
I laughed soflty as I looked at my daughter’s face, innocent and full of wonder. How could I answer this question she is posing of me now. She is so young and life to her is full of promise, adventure and fantasies which is how it should be in the world of a seven year old girl. Did I dare tell her now the realities of things as a woman in Gor and the difficulties she might face when it is time for her to come to terms with the fact that her life choices may not be hers to make. question.
I smiled while I brushed a wisp of hair from her eyes. “Liesl there are some things in life that are difficult to explain to your right now, ” I said hesitantly as I looked into her innocent eyes. “But I guess one could say that in Gor there are two types of women: Those that are ‘Tinas’ and those that are ‘Mummies’.”
I stood up from the bed and walked over to her shelf full of dolls and other stuffed creatured. I brought back two of the dolls, one with yellow yarn hair and the other brown. I sat back on the bed and placed the dolls on the bed next to me. Picking up the brown haired doll, I smiled at held it out towards her “The ‘Mummies” are in charge of the house of the Daddy, making it beautiful, filling it up with children and taking care of things in the house. Sometimes Mummies also work such as I do, creating and making things for the Daddy’s business or just helping Daddy run it better.” Setting the brown haired doll down gently, I picked up the yellow yarn haired doll, gently stroking the yarn as I spoke. “Now the Tinas of the world,” I said a bit more softly, “are in charge of making the Daddies of Gor happy – taking care of them in othe ways the Mummy cannot.”
I paused as she opened her mouth to speak. “Are all Tinas slaves?” she said quietly. “Yes my Ubara. For the most part they are,” I replied.
“Are most Tinas not allowed to do what you do?” She asked softly.
“What do you mean my child?” I replied.
“Well you get to draw dresses all day. Then make one pretty dress. Then tell the ladies in the shop to make more. Then you get to count all the pretty gold coins and buy things.” she said excitedly. “Do the Tinas get to do that?”
Chuckling at her enthusiasm I said to her, “Well a few do but most I am afraid, do not. Only if their Master allows it to be so.” I paused as I contemplated my words carefully. “It is the will of their owner f they are ever allowed to draw or to work or even to sew.”
She looked at me with her mouth agape “So the Tinas do not choose what they do most of the time?”
“They do as their owner says my child,” I replied. “They are only allowed as much freedom as their Master chooses,”
“Hmm,” she said as she shifted her head a bit to the right. “Do most Mummies hate the Tinas?” she said sweetly, “I know my friend Cara’s Mummy doesn’t like her daddy’s Tina.” I laughed softly and looked in the direction of the door for an ihn or two before answering. “Yes, Liesl. I am afraid most Mummies hate the Tinas because they are something a Mummy cannot be.”
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I was quiet for a moment as I once again brushed awy an errant hair in front of her eyes. “But to answer your original question, I do like Tina because she puts my mind at ease about certain things in my life. Things that you to young to understand yet, my child.”
I stroked her hair gently as she looked up the ceiling in silence. As she turned her eyes back towards me she said quietly “Mummy, will I be a Tina or a Mummy when I am grown?” Her eyes were filled with concern and her lip began to quiver. Placing a finger on her lips which is what I did to let her know it was time for her to be silent. “I am afraid I cannot answer that question my Ubara because in our world our fates lay in the hands of the Daddies around us.”
I ran my hand softly down bothe sides her face then leaned over to dim the light. “Mummy,” she said quietly “Might I go to work with you tomorrow?”
I was suprised at her request since she had never asked in the past to go to the shop with me, willingly. “Why of course you may, Liesl. But why the sudden interest in my shop?” I said.”
“Well Mummy,” she replied “Perhaps if I learn to draw like you when I grow up I will be a Mummy and not a Tina.”
Dumbfounded at her question, I just sat there looking at her, not having a single clue how to respond. So instead, I leaned over and kissed her goodnight then rose from the bed to leave. When I reached the door, I stopped and glanced back at Liesl. My face was cheerful and strong when our eyes met but inside I was filled with fear - not only for my daughter but for myself and what may lie ahead for both of us.
Body
Hair: [e] Elikatira Vivid – Red 04
Skin: *League* Sia Medium Bloom
Outfit
[knickknack] Matilda peasant dress BLUE
{mon tissu} Favorite Wool Tights ~ Heather Gray
Accessories
Dark Mouse I’m in the Mood Necklace – Silver
Shoes
ViGo – Ballet Flats tan
Poses
Reasonable Desires
Location
Tarnwald – BTB Merc Town
“Mistress,” Tina, my companion’s slave, said while showing me a piece of parchment she had been glancing over for an ihn or so. “Why is a letter tucked into my Master’s receipts for the location in Ar?” She paused then waved the paper at me in my direction. “It is a letter actually – from his mother and it’s dated prior to our leaving Ar,” Tina said as she looked at it curiously. “Go ahead, read it Tina and tell me what it is about,” I replied. As she read the letter to herself, I continued to sort through this month’s books in silence. I glanced at her when I sensed her eyes upon me and noticed a look of shock upon her face.
“What?” I said to her laughing “Did my Merchant Mum talk about some sort of scandalous gossip that occurred in our fair town?” Tina shook her head and extended the parchment towards, her hand jerking it a few times. “No Mistress, it is about you…” Tina said as she rose to move closer to my desk. “Me?” I said as a grabbed the letter out of her hand then began to read it myself.
Dearest Silus,
I hope you are well my son and that our business interests there are productive. The presence of your brother and yourself there have been nothing but beneficial to our businesses in both Ko-Ro-Ba and our smaller outpost in Kassau. At first it was worrisome for me that expanding our textile business into Ar would be too much. But it is obvious the return on our investment was immense. I am also pleased to hear that your younger brother has become quite the leader in our holdings which makes my request of you a bit easier. I need you to return home to Ko-Ro-Ba my dear Silus, not only to take on a stronger role here at our main location but to help my beloved Elle. Our girl Elle is in trouble. Those in business alliances with our House have informed me that our recent trip to the Sardar Fair resulted in inquiries about her – where she lives, her caste, who her family is, etc. Normally I would have considered these the standard inquiries regarding the possibilities of companionship seeing how she is now eighteen, but the inquiries were made by apparently by agents of a couple houses of the Caste of Slavers.
She needs to be companioned Silus and immediately. She is beautiful, outgoing and intelligent and her talent makes her stand out even more: All the things slavers look for when trying to acquire stock. But, it cannot be just any man. Her companion needs to be someone we trust: a man who will not subject her to certain things I do not want happening to her. Plus she has a bright future and her earning potential is great. You must companion Elle to assure her status as a Free Woman, Silus – I cannot let her fall into the cruel hands of slavery. Not only will she be safe with us as a true member of our family from these men and their “inquiries” but her earnings will remain a part of the family. Please do this for me Silus. I have grown to love her as my own child and I am sure in time, you will grow to love her too.
With all my love,
Mother
I scanned through the letter a few times, refusing to look up at Tina as I feared the expression on her face in knowing what the letter meant. With each pass, my heart began to pound even more and my head spin. I felt sick to my stomach and the more I took in the words of my Merchant Mother on the parchment, I grew faint. Once finished I breathed in and out a few times them reluctantly allowed my eyes to meet Tina’s. I practically threw the letter back at her then rose to walk to the door then stopped in the door frame turning to speak. “Take care of that letter please, Tina. Put it back where you found it and we will never speak of it again,” My voice was weak and barely audible but with Tina’s brief nod I knew she understood.
To Be Continued……
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”Mistress,” Tina said while showing me a pieced of parchment she had been glancing over. “Why is a letter tucked into my Master’s receipts for the location in Ar?” Tina was my companion’s slave and had been prior to his return to Ko-Ro-Ba from Ar. We had moved to Ko-Ro-Ba during my seventeenth Gorean year. The shop in Kassau had been merely an outpost for my Merchant mum and dad but Ko-Ro-Ba was their home stone. It was an old and distinguished Merchant House that I found myself a part of as a ward of my Merchant Mum. The main shop was in Ko-Ro-Ba but they also had a very large business holding, largely textile distribution, in Ar. Due to the success of their other interests and my design business, it made more since to move back to Ko-Ro-Ba. Plus, the travel routes to the Sardar were much less complicated from Ko-Ro-Ba and for all intensive purposes; my new customer’s were largely as a result of the quarterly fairs. My true parents reluctantly agreed but I continued to send them quarterly support payments with the employees that traveled back and forth between Kassau and Ko-Ro-Ba.
I was companioned to Tina’s Master at the tender age of eighteen in a quickly arranged contract between my Merchant Mum and my true parents, who were both brought to Ko-Ro-Ba to finalize things. I didn’t understand the need for it but my parents insisted it was to be. My companion was the son of the Lady Merchant, about 50 years older than me too. He was a strikingly handsome man and had never been companioned. Tina was his preferred slave. Oddly I liked Tina from the minute I met her and even though in public I normally act aloof and distant to her, in private she was my closest confidante.
Tina loved Silus, my companion, with her heart and soul and from all indications he loved Tina as well. I was eighteen and completely disinterested in being a doting companion to him so Tina took my place in that regard. I had my designs and my sketches and for now that was enough to make me feel complete. When asked my thoughts about the pending arrangement, I objected and quite strongly. But for the sake of my True family, I went through with it. “Not only will your earnings be yours, Elle, minus our standard fees,” the Lady Merchant said to me, “but you will also raise Caste with this arrangement. You will truly be of our family now and will also be in a position to help your parents if ever needed.”
Tina saved me time and time again from having to lie with Silus at night: He tried and tried and tried to get me to lay with him but every time I came up with some sort of ruse for Tina to intervene. Eventually we came up with a code phrase “Tina, did you wash my night dress today?” and with that, Tina would wield her slave magic upon him and seduce my companion with a mere touch to his strong jaw line.
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We did lie together enough to produce two children, a girl and a boy: The girl during my nineteenth Gorean year, Liesl and the boy during my Twentieth, Aleksandar. At times, Silus would frighten me in the manner in which he would look at me, his lust seething as he examined me with his eyes. So I resisted as much as I could his advances toward me. More times than not, Tina was the solution I sought. I knew as a Free Woman he must respect my decision to not lie with him and on top of that, I was the mother of his children.
Oddly after the second child, he offered me the Wine of the Noble Free Woman stating that the second pregnancy seemed to be hard on my figure. I agreed to take it but couldn’t help but wonder why he cared about my figure – he had Tina to lust over. Due to my repeated rebuffs to take our relationships into the his private room, whenever the year of our companionship contract was up for renewal, I always assumed he would not renew – but oddly every year he did.
All was good with the house. I enjoyed being a part of my Merchant Mum and Dad’s family and with my design business growing by leaps and bounds, I was able to procure my True Family a plot of land outside Ko-Ro-Ba and they happily moved there – along with my twelve younger brothers and sisters. But on that eventful day as Tina and I were reviewing the ledgers, things changed for me. It was during my twenty-third Gorean year when Tina and I found this letter – a letter that altered the way I looked at myself and the reason for my companionship, forever……
To Be Continued…….
Body
Hair: >TRUTH< Isla w/Roots – carrot
Skin: *League* Sia Medium Bloom
Outfit
*LadyLicious* Arrogance (Crimson Sky) including jewelry
Shoes
{AS} Arwen Creations Ornate Platform Slides~Black Satin & Gold Stars
Poses
Bang
Location
Imperial Ar (under construction)
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Please note I am not advocating Teen Avatar RP in SL gor. But I am curious myself how Norman would have addressed conversations between parents and teens about the realities of Gor. That is of course if he chose to create well developed characters and stories!
“Show me you breasts, Elle,” My Lady Merchant said to me as I sat in my bed one night. “Wha’ you mean?” I replied. “No, Elle,” My Lady Merchant said to me in a firm tone, “Do not say ‘WHA’ YOU MEAN’ like some common peasant but instead say ‘What DO you mean’?” I looked at her strangely then said, “But I am OF the Peasants, Lady.” She gave me that look so with a sigh I said mimicking her tone and inflections “What do you mean, Lady?”
“Much better Elle,” she said smiling, “and I am asking to look at your breasts because I need to see how womanly you are becoming. We will be going to the Sardar in less than a hand and I need to make sure you are female assets are well, not emphasized?” She laughed and shook her head a bit. “You are sixteen now Elle and it seems overnight you have become a woman.”
I looked at the Lady Merchant like she was daft and reluctantly pulled down my nightdress. “There, I said in an aggravated tone, “my teats. Happy?”
“Not teats, Elle…breasts. How many times must I tell you Elle, stop talking like a peasant,” The Lady Merchant said firmly. “But I AM a Peasant,” I exclaimed. She looked at me shaking her head as she visually examined my teats. “You might be OF the peasants Elle, but that is no excuse to BE a peasant,” she said in the voice she used every time we had our “grammar” lessons.
“They are too large and too, well firm. We must hide them better when we go to the Sardar.” She rose, went to my cutting table and came back to my bedside with a long piece of rep cloth. “Hold up your arms dear, above your head,” she said and began to wind the cloth about my teats. Around and around she went the cloth as she rambled on about our upcoming trip to the Sardar and believe me the Lady Merchant loved to go on and on about things. And if I dared to roll my eyes at her “life lessons” as she called them, WHACK, would go her hand to the top of my head!
Sorry, but as the Lady Merchant says “I digress.” So there I was sitting on my bed with Lady Merchant wrapping my teats with the rep cloth. “It is a different world there, Elle,” she said to me as she finished wrapping “Men of much larger cities are about, and well, slavers.” I looked at her like she was a crazy person when she said the word slavers but kept silent. “We need to make sure your assets are deemphasized.” I looked at her like she was insane but said nothing.
It was my first time going to the Sardar Fair to sell my dresses myself and I could not WAIT! The last few fairs the Lady Merchant sent my dresses with their usual goods and they were a HIT. Rumor has it that during the last fair an agent of an Ubara bought one of my dresses. I about died when I heard this, DIED! Things had really changed in the last year. No longer was I just sewing the dresses but now I was sketching, then sewing what the Lady Merchant called “a PROTO-Type” then the other women she now employed in the shop sewed several more of the “PROTO-type”. But for this upcoming fair I was going to get to go!
“Why you covering me teats, Lady” I said as she tied the rep cloth strip underneath my armpit. She looked at me sternly “Do not say “why you covering me teats,” but instead say “why are you covering my breasts, lady.” Again, I looked at her like she was crazy. But she gave me that look so I knew better than to argue.” Fine,” I said in my annoyed teenager tone, ” Why are you covering my breasts, Lady?” She sighed and looked at me with her motherly expression she would show from time to time.
“Because we need to make sure that when a man expresses interest in you it is for your potential companion price, not for your womanly assets. “ She breathed in and out and few then continued, “A woman’s role in this world is to find a companion, support his house and give him children… or so they think.” She laughed as I stared at her – my mouth open in horror. “I ain’t birthin’ no babies, Lady,” I blurted out. “Elle, don’t say ‘I ain’t birthin ’no babies,” she said mocking my accent, “Instead say “I am not giving birth to children.” With a long sigh and a roll of my eyes I said in my best attempt to once again mimic her accent and tone “I am NOT giving birth to children…and well I ain’t.”
But instead of whacking me on my head, the Lady Merchant rose laughing, turned off the light and said to me in her loving voice “Good night my child and for tomorrow’s lesson, we shall talk a bit more about the men of Gor.” I waved my hand in my teenager way and said in my best teenager tone “Fine…whatever you say Lady.” With that she gave me a smile and walked out the door.
*Fashion details will be shared on a later post
Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away – well not really – actually on a planet opposite earth, there lived a pretty little peasant girl just outside of Kassau on her family farm. As a child, she lived a simple life – tending to the verr and bosk, maintaining the crops, all the normal things peasant children do on Gor. But this little girl was a dreamer, fueled by a talent for sketching and the stories of life in the big cities on Gor told to her by a slave girl of Ar as she put the little girl to bed at night. Alone in her furs with only her thoughts about as she drifted off to sleep, the little imagined how it might be in Glorious Ar – the dances and teas and the clothing worn by high caste women of this grand city. Then one day around her tenth Gorean birthday, she was given a charcoal writing instrument and parchment of her own. On this very parchment, she began to sketch the beautiful dresses and head drapings she imagined in her mind.
Not only did this little girl have a talent for sketching but the little peasant girl also had a talent for sewing, which her mother picked up on quickly. More often than not, she was kept behind in the house by her mother to work alongside her, fine tuning her sewing skills, as her siblings ran off to tend to the fields. It didn’t take long for the little peasant girl to come up with her very first original design – a head covering in fact – similar to a bonnet but so beautifully stitched and adorned with beads and small decorative stones that it became something special. Her mother seeing the originality of the bonnet took her daughter one day to the nearby town of Kassau and began selling the bonnets in the open market in the middle of town. The bonnets were a hit! Women from all over came to the market to buy them. Within a few short months, the little girl’s bonnets could be seen on many of the heads of the fine women in town.
As the little girl blossomed onto the verge of womanhood, so did her talent. Eventually she moved from bonnets to more elaborate pieces including dresses, skirts, vests and other forms of female fashion. Her looks were way beyond her years, her stitching impeccable and with the accompanying beadwork, her designs were uniquely hers. Mainly using simple rep cloth and wool, the little girl learned folding, draping and dying techniques that had not been seen before in the simple northern town of Kassau. Most of her dresses though were not sold but instead worn by her and her mother during their trips into town. But one fateful day in her fourteenth gorean year when she wore a particularly spectacular dress, the girl and her mother were in town on their weekly trip to sell the girl’s bonnets when a woman of the merchants caught site of the a dress the girl had on and was awe struck.
Now this particular merchant was no ordinary merchant but instead was the lady of the house of one of the wealthiest Merchant homes in Kassua. Her family business was enormously prosperous mainly dealing in fabrics and textiles supplying the land from Laura to Torvaldsland. Curious as to how a simple peasant girl would have on a dress as fine as this, the woman approached the mother and daughter to find out more. After talking with the mother and daughter, the woman was shocked to find out that not only did the girl make the garment herself, but it was made from of all fabrics – simple rep cloth.
As she walked away, the merchant woman came up with a plan – something that would not only benefit her house but the home of the simple peasant girl. So the following week, the woman once again approached the mother and daughter and proposed to the mother that she allow the girl to move to Kassau as her ward. The girl would work for the Merchant woman designing and creating clothing and a percentage of the profits would go back to the girl’s family. After much deliberation, the girl’s parents agreed to the plan as long as the Merchant Woman set aside a companionship fund for their daughter and at the time of her companionship or eighteenth gorean birthday whichever came first, the girl’s earnings would become her own. So at the tender age of fourteen the simple peasant girl moved from her family farm outside Kassau to the fine home of the merchant and thus beginning a new chapter in her life.
To be continued…..
*Inspired by Project Runway and a contestant by the name of Bert
Yeah, no long time no blog folks and really I have no excuse except I am just a bit blank in my head about what to blog about regarding fashion in SL. This whole mesh thing has me a bit perplexed. I see some sort of beautiful look on the feeds and think “WOW, gotta have that in my SLife. So I tp to whatever store the item is from and then zip, boom, bam..I try on the demo and the next thing that pops on into my head is Sad Trombone. Mesh and Fat Ass Elle equates EPIC FAIL.
I must admit mesh has got me down a bit about the direction of second life fashion and the frustration it creates when one is a larger than average size avatar. Honestly, it has gotten to the point that lately when I think about shopping I think “Meh..not today.”. Plus compounding my general mehness about SL I have been feeling a bit under the weather RL wise. It seems to be an ever continuing saga of dealing with what new autoimmune disease of the week is giving me a hard time. I swear I feel like some sort of Medical Mystery show character when dealing with my continued aches and pains and this week was a real winner let me tell you. So instead of logging into SL and role playing my new Gorean Story I am developing, I spent the last few nights just simply writing stories.
I am sure you are thinking, “Elle why do you keep creating new characters.” Well, as I read more of the books I realize how wrong I had the last character and then desperately want to change her up. Plus my long time home sim, Clearchus Woods, went up in smoke literally so I decided why not change my whole Gor!
So here is my plan, well at least for today (LOL), I am going to publish my excerpts over the next for days. Sorry, no pictures for now which for some will be BOOORING but I promise I will get back to photos. Speaking of fashion, I have been trying to figure out what I am going to do fashion blogging wise too. I do want to continue to focus on Gor but I might instead of doing full ensembles or new releases, focus on single mainstream pieces I have incorporated into my RP outfit.
I could try and piece together a look pulling in items from different outfits like I used to do with Lizzie. But frankly, the idea of staring at my screen adding a skirt from here and a scarf from their and one sleeve from one outfit and another sleeve from another makes me want to scratch my own eyes out. I just don’t have the patience for that anymore, LOL. BUT I know of two lovely ladies that have well, the patience and youthful exhuberance to do just that: Tera Varriale at Terava’s Blog and Arica Storaron AKA The Blogging Elf. I know I regularly steal looks from them myself!
Okay that’s all I got. So starting tomorrow or maybe later tonight, I will be publishing my little stories. For those of you that hate words without pictures and for all the fashionistas reading the feeds, I apologize in advance for my black and white posts. In the meantime, I wish you well all and happy role playing.