The ship had passed the harbor into open waters in the late ahs the following day. It sat heavy in the water. The round ship's hull was filled with goods bound for the north. The woman stood at the port side watching as the waves were passed through like hot knife to butter. The wind was favorable, and the mariners worked the Riggins, calling to one another. One from high on the mast called when other ships were in sight. They were in the trade lanes, the shores not far, not seen with the naked eye but there. The port of Bazi was passed, and others would soon be as the ship set a good pace. If the winds failed, the slaves would row, and as long as the storms missed them in their disruption, the sail would set a good course.

The woman with her cloak wrapped around her, the wind buffeting the garment about her tall form, looked to the horizon, seeking to spot the first hint of clouds telling a storm was brewing. Aboard the ship was bad enough; in a storm would ... she turned her thoughts away. To think it might make it real.

She thought upon the scrolls held on her person, the information private a ship though one of Schendi's own was rife with eyes and ears always on the prowl for knowledge to trade in a tavern or whisper for coins in a side alley of the closest port.

The woman watched another free woman give up the wind's play and seek rest below. There were five women in total, all pale skins, except the woman, obviously by her skin, who was Schendi born, and by her clothing, who was wealthy enough. The Askari around her spoke of importance; twenty were on board, and they would escort her throughout the mission her cousin Jabali had laid out for her a hand or more ago. Her punishment for failure was not to remain safe and comfortable in her homeland but to be thrust into the world again to make amends. The north was her first destination, and only after her mission was completed would she open a scroll outlining her next journey. She was not tempted to peek, what did it matter she was being sent away.

The slave gifted to her by Jabali had been a comfort; she knew to braid, to oil, and all the ways necessary and needed for a woman with hair as hers and a wardrobe suited to upper castes and royal houses such as the Buruba of Schendi.

The slave's dark skin was not as her own but closer than the pale flaxen-haired woman who had once learned to braid her hair as if born to the task. She wondered for a moment how the slave with the haunted eyes faired? It seemed so long ago, another life and now another life rose before her on the waves of Thassa.

I like moanday!
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The ship had passed the harbor into open waters in the late ahs the following day. It sat heavy in the water. The round ship's hull was filled with goods bound for the north. The woman stood at the port side watching as the waves were passed through like hot knife to butter. The wind was favorable, and the mariners worked the Riggins, calling to one another. One from high on the mast called when other ships were in sight. They were in the trade lanes, the shores not far, not seen with the naked eye but there. The port of Bazi was passed, and others would soon be as the ship set a good pace. If the winds failed, the slaves would row, and as long as the storms missed them in their disruption, the sail wo

The woman with her cloak wrapped about her, the wind buffeting the garment about her tall form looked to the horizon seeking to spot the first hint of clouds telling a storm was brewing. Aboard the ship was bad enough; in a storm would ... she turned her thoughts away. To think it might have it real. She thought upon the scrolls held on her person, the information private a ship though one of Schendi's own was rife with eyes and ears always on the prowl for knowledge to trade in a tavern or whisper for coins in a side alley of the closest port.

The woman watched another free woman give up the wind's play and seek rest below. There were five women in total, all pale skins, except the woman, obviously by her skin, who was Schendi born, and by her clothing, who was wealthy enough. The Askari around her spoke of importance; twenty were on board, and they would escort her throughout the mission her cousin Jabali had laid out for her a hand or more ago. Her punishment for failure was not to remain safe and comfortable in her homeland but to be thrust out into the world again to make amends. The north was her first destination, and only after her mission was completed would she open a scroll outlining her next journey. She was not tempted to peek, what did it matter she was being sent away.

The slave gifted to her by Jabali had been a comfort; she knew to braid, to oil, and all the ways necessary and needed for a woman with hair as hers and a wardrobe suited to upper castes and royal houses such as the Buruba of Schendi.

The slave's dark skin was not as her own but closer than the pale flaxen-haired woman who had once learned to braid her hair as if born to the task. She wondered for a moment how the slave with the haunted eyes faired? It seemed so long ago, another life and now another life rose before her on the waves of Thassa.

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I'll bet that is better then new car smell

Out

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SilverDream has started a new game with the following players:
SilverDream

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 5 0 3 2 2 5 2 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " s i l v e r d r e a m " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " s i l v e r d r e a m " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 5 0 3 2 2 5 2 }

I can feel the strain...
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SilverDream has started a new game with the following players:
SilverDream

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 5 0 3 2 0 9 6 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " s i l v e r d r e a m " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " s i l v e r d r e a m " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 5 0 3 2 0 9 6 }

copping a seat, I bury my nose in a book, motionless except for the rhythmic rise and fall of my chest and the ruffle as I move to the next page

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Nope, sorry nothing to see here.

I do need one of these

I would like to review r/p scenarios with someone in here. I am a control freak as some of you might already know and what better profession than that of a Doctor to exert control?

Thank you counselor Landers and Officer Graves

Sending good thoughts.

You'll be fine and wonder why you waited so long?

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