A Bina for a Tospit
16 Jan 2010 Leave a Comment
by wgbina in RP Stories, Village of Iskander
[19:06] Luce Emmons looks around the docks and wraps her cloak around her tighter hating the cold, ‘I heard there might be binas here.” She pulls out a pouch from her waist and holds it up looking at the girls.”
[19:07] Melanie Ryzyder rises and tucks her bosk into her packa nd withdraws a pouch…
[19:07] Maia Mercier watches.
[19:07] Luce Emmons smiles happily and looks to the other girl before looking back to Melanie, ‘I am called Luce”
[19:08] Melanie Ryzyder: you heard right kajira…*grins, eyes twinkling at the mention of binas*
[19:08] Melanie Ryzyder: I am called saeela, well met luce
[19:08] Luce Emmons: well met Saeela.
[19:08] Melanie Ryzyder: do you have any rare bana luce?
[19:09] Iona Kristan shouts: trips you ok she shouts
[19:09] Trippy Fall sighs into the wind, “im alive here but cuffed ankles and feet”
[19:09] Melanie Ryzyder caresses her bina pouch lovingly in her hands and watches luce carefully
[19:10] Luce Emmons opens her pouch and looks inside, then her head swings around to the direction o the shouting, “umm, possibly, what are you looking for?” She eyes the girl wondering how she can go without something warm around her in this cold weather.
[19:12] Melanie Ryzyder ignores the shouting being far more interested in what the well bundled kajira has in her bina pouch….”Hmmmm…i would love to have any but the elephant, paisley or wild animal banas i have neard about…”
[19:16] Luce Emmons raises an eyebrow at the girl, her bag clutched in her hands, wondering if there is actually a giraffe bina somewhere around, but shakes her head, and begins digging through her pouch, “Well let me see what I have in here…”
[19:17] Melanie Ryzyder grins slyly at the kajira’s reaction to her eyeing her pouch and steps a bit closer playfully asking “Need helping looking??”
[19:18] Luce Emmons looks up narrowing her eyes some, ‘No… I can manage. Do you happen to have anything to drink, maybe some juice? something sour?”
[19:20] Melanie Ryzyder narrows her own eyes in reply, emerald eyes gleaming with the thrill of a trade…”You mean like tospit juice maybe?”
[19:21] Luce Emmons eyes light up and she nods her head, “yes, I love tospit juice maybe with a little sugar added, but Im not so sure you will have it up here this time of year.” She shivers and finally finds what she is looking for, holding it out to the bond.
[19:21] Maia Mercier: greetings, Master.
[19:21] Collin Daines: Greetings sweet one
[19:22] Luce Emmons gave you ::WG:: Vase piece.
[19:22] Maia Mercier: greetings, Mistress
[19:22] Iona Kristan moves to her boat waiting for her and drags the case off for him to see
[19:22] Iona Kristan nods
[19:22] Melanie Ryzyder takes the rare bana and smiles excitedly
[19:22] Luce Emmons: Tal Master, Tal Mistress
[19:22] Collin Daines hands the leash to Iona
[19:23] Collin Daines: Be well Iona and mine
[19:23] Melanie Ryzyder quickly reaches into her own pouch, not yet having noticed any Free around as she is totally enthralled in her exhcnage with the well bundled kajira
[19:23] Trippy Fall peeks over to him, “be well collin”
[19:23] Iona Kristan takes the leash nodding to collin and getting trippy to the boat, as she begins to cut her free…”You must have yourself checked for those delusions of yours collin
[19:23] Melanie Ryzyder pulls out a rare bana of her own…”For you luce…” Hands it to her…
[19:24] Collin Daines: mmhmmm I should check that your not around next time
[19:24] (GM)Bindings: Iona Kristan starts to unbind Trippy Fall
[19:24] Iona Kristan: i am always around *grins*
[19:24] Trippy Fall looks to collin, “the key?”
[19:24] Luce Emmons accepted your inventory offer.
[19:24] Collin Daines tosses Iona the key
[19:24] (GM)Bindings: Iona Kristan finishes unbinding Trippy Fall, allowing them to stand free.
[19:24] (GM)Bindings: Trippy Fall was bound for 1 hour and 37 min.
[19:25] Luce Emmons smiles taking it from the girl and looking at it closely, “thank you Saeela!” She leans over looking at the other girl, “She doesnt have any?”
[19:25] Iona Kristan catches it and moves to unlock the steel about her neck and tosses to his feet on the dock before they set sail home
[19:25] Melanie Ryzyder looks back at meadow and grins “I am trying to recruit her, so she doesnt as of yet as far as i know….”
[19:25] Maia Mercier smiles.
[19:25] Melanie Ryzyder notices the Free finally and turns back to luce….
[19:26] Melanie Ryzyder: “Safe paths luce, I should see to my Master before i earn more lashes!”
[19:26] Luce Emmons smiles at her and walks closer to her handing her one of the vase bans, “To get you started, its fun!”
[19:26] Collin Daines slings his bow across his back
[19:26] Collin Daines sheath sword
[19:26] Maia Mercier smiles.
[19:26] Maia Mercier: thank you.
[19:26] Melanie Ryzyder hurries to her Master’s boot and kneels
[19:26] Maia Mercier takes the .. thing and looks at it
[19:26] Maia Mercier: well, ummm thank you, luce
[19:27] Melanie Ryzyder: your girl begs forgiveness my Master for her delay
[19:27] Luce Emmons: I wIsh you well, Master, I promised my owner I would not be long. * looks to the bonds and waves hurring off back to the boat*
[19:27] Collin Daines: Be well
The Beginning of the ::WG:: Bina & Bana Slave Trade
02 Dec 2009 Leave a Comment
by wgbina in RP Stories
It had only been a few hands since that evening in her cottage, and that night in a cave she could only imagine was many passangs away from her then home. Their travels were nonstop never staying in a place for too long to put as much distance between the Isle and the abductor with his cargo. Whether there was grief, regret or anger doesn’t matter to this part of the story, for this was the beginning of ::WG:: Bina & Bana Slave Trade.
How in that time she has been with him he never found the ruby stone and gold ring, is beyond her. How she didn’t lose it in the struggle some would say a miracle. And as she sat by the creek in a rural city, looking down at the reflection of herself, how much had changed. He blond hair now died dark. Her body filled out from the eating and the working, her pale skin freckled and tanned. She pulled the stone and ring from a small pouch he allowed her to sew in her camisk. Running a slender finger of the red stone, she knew this was the end of the past. This was the last piece of what she used to be and he was right, no one would come. Not a word of her former home looking for her. No Free so much as looked at this slave girl and thought maybe, maybe she once wasn’t a slave girl?
Even if they had come, would it matter now? Would she even want to leave? She leaned over the edge of the creek and stared into her own blue eyes, practically the only physical feature left from her past, and looked herself over, turning her head this way and that before settling back on her heels and setting the ruby ring on a jagged rock. Picking up a heavier rock, she raised it over her head and brought it down with all the force she could muster, striking the stone against the rock it laid. She didn’t lift the stone from on top for a few seconds, closing her eyes in a silent prayer.
“Every city we stop, I will give away a piece of this stone as if leaving part of my old myself in a memory. By the time I’ve no more pieces and just the gold band, Mattie the FreeWoman, will forever be Mattie the woman who is free.”
Lifting the stone, the ruby jewel was in pieces and flecks, the sunlight glinting off the broken specs, her warm lips curve into a smile. Brushing them into a pouch, the gold back last to go in she closes it up and heads back into the city so not to be beaten for being late.
As they’ve traveled to various cities she has left behind one piece of the ruby stone. At times, in return she was given a precious item from another slave, or picked up an interesting pretty from the city they were in. Her ruby collection growing small; her bina and bana collection quickly expanding. It no longer bothered her to give out a piece of the ruby, it didn’t matter in the way it once did and she thought that the piece she gave to another would in some way provide them with some solace, or meaning of their own.
Today, as she sits upon a stump looking over the acres of rolling hills, she twirls the gold band around a finger. The last piece of her past. The first piece to what she will forever be. There was no more ruby specs. And that was okay with her. Those ruby specs crafted a beautiful and depth filled bina and bana slave trade. But she had one last piece to give from her ownself, could she find someone meaningful, or worthy enough, or in need of what this band meant?
His booming voice crosses the hills calling her to attention, “WAGON GIRL!” her head jerking up, she rises and quickly secured the gold band back in her pouch and sprints off all the while wondering who would have the last piece of what she was?
Story of a Mountain Bina
02 Dec 2009 Leave a Comment
by wgbina in Random Bina/Bana, RP Stories
Maycie Charisma
It was a chilly morning in Skjern when maycie awoke in the longhall, stretching as she peered out the window seeing the first rays of the morning sun trail in and casting its sultry glows. Stretching as she lifted to her feet and pranced over to the pegs where she had hung her kirtle and cloak the night before, sliding them on along with her furred boots. A slight chill creeped in as she pushed the large doors of the longhall open,stepping out into the freshly fallen snow. Closing her eyes and smiling at the scent of the fresh winter morning that Odin has blessed her village with, the crisp morning air floating around her like a breeze through a willow.
‘Nothing compares to a northern morning.’ she said silently while she paced up the mountain to gather wood for the fires. This had become one of her most favorite chores for she was able to see over the entire isle and gaze out over the thassa. She had noticed one evening that on a clear evening night she could see the fires at Axe Fjord burning. As she reached the top of the mountain and turned a softened sigh escaped her at the view she was witnessing. The morning rays bouncing off the thassa and snow, making it shimmer like a slate bina. Maycie clutched her bina bag that hung from the belt of her kirtle tightly within her grasp hoping to find another.
As she turned to look for wood for the fires a slight shimmer caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Maycie turned looking for it again. As she shifted, letting the suns rays freely cast upon where she say the shimmer, she smiled seeing it again. Maycie moved closer to it, leaning down and dipping her fingers into the snow. A loud gasp crossed her lips and she smiled seeing that it was a slate bina! ‘Oh yes, this is what i have been looking for.’ she said loudly to herself, ‘i wonder if there is more?’. The question overwhelmed her as she kneeled and leaned over to dig deeper.
It must of been almost an ahn of digging in the snow, her hands hand become chilled and almost numb when they came across something small, perfectly round and smooth. Maycie dug it out of the ground, cleaning off the dirt and mud that the snow had caused. She smiled seeing it was another slate bina. She almost leaped to her feet with joy as she placed it into her bina bag with the hopes of more to be found. Maycie started to hum a small tune while she dug deeper, her finger covered in dirt and muck.
After digging for more then two ahns and almost giving up, she gave it one last effort. Maycie’s eyes widen and her lips curved into a smile when she saw the dirt to start to fall into a tiny hole, knowing that most slate bina’s are found in such places. She dug deeper, making the whole wider and reaching her hand into it and feeling around, the sun rising higher into the sky and she could hear the voices of the Jarl’s laughing and their steals crashing together. ‘hmm, the Jarl’s are sparring again, must be getting ready for the upcoming tourney.’ she mumbled.
Sighs still feeling nothing in the hole, as she was about to free her hand something smooth trailed along her fingertips. Maycie gasped in full enjoyment when she dug deeper and feeling many more. Her hand clutched around them and pulled them from the hole. Rolling them around in the snow to clean them she smiled seeing many slate bina’s. Maycie started to count them, and being thankful that her keepers had taught her how . . . ‘one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine . . . ten, eleven, and the two i found earlier makes . . .thirteen!’ she had so many of them now, and was sure she would find more within time. She gathered up the slate bina’s and slid them into her bina pouch. A large smile crossing her lips as she headed off deeper into the mountains.
What is a Bina?
02 Dec 2009 Leave a Comment
by wgbina in RP Stories
Annabella Mosley
Ana wasn’t always born into slavery. She once was a panther. Fierce and strong. Went into a wagon camp and that was all it took. Branded, collared, and with a pierced nose she started a journey that has been most amazing. She met a wonderful Master in the city she lives in Tancred’s Landing. He sent word to her about a tournament and she eagerly went to watch the Masters. There was shouting everywhere. The voice that called out to her was “Bet your bina’s sluts!” She looked around for the voice calling out and she whispered “What is a bina?” The girl looked to her strangely. She calmly explained to her that bina’s were of no valueable but to us slaves they were priceless. We could use them however we wished for trade or anything. So I asked now curiously “Well how do I get these Bina’s?” She told me “Well you have to bet on the winner of the match and put something up.” Ana thought for a moment, then she said “Well all I have is my camisk, so I guess I have no choice but to bet that for now.” She hoped that the Master she bet it on won so that she would get the bina’s that had been betted. The bets were placed and the Masters fought long and hard. In the end the Master she bet on won. She jumped up and down all gleeful as she held out her hand awaiting her bina’s. The girl handed her several beads and said “You were just lucky. I bet you can’t do it twice in a row.” Ana was way to excited to let this opportunity pass her up, it reminded her of the days when she used to barter as a panther. She placed her bet. Rolling the small bead in her hands she had felt such power even though it wasn’t valueable to others. This was her bina and for once even as a slave she owned something just as small as a small bead.
