larl stepped off the last step onto the world of Gor, her home. she had always served the free as it was her lot in life...her father a warrior by trade was always teaching her things like caring for the sick and injured...man or beast it mattered not...tiny feet carried the girl along the path zig zagging as she padded down the path ...the night was young...tor tu gor had settled beneath ethe horizon and the moons had begun to rise

Climbing up the narrow stairs to the deck she takes a deep breath filling her lungs with fresh though salty air.
Tummy flips still were present but the fish will not benefit from any regurgitated food at this time,water was all she could bare to sip since leaving Port and her already lithe frame could not afford to loose any more weight.
Her dark orbs scan the horizon well she thinks its the horizon looking for any sign of firm ground...
How sailors find this lifestyle pleasurable is beyond djinns understanding but it's obvious they do hearing them laugh and back slap each other constantly and every now and then a bawdy tune is sung in not so in toned voice.
Turning she caught sight of her Master,and a soft moan escapes from within,handsome was not even beginning to describe his chiselled jawline,as eyes roam over his taut abs ,his hands they size of paws and a flutter is felt deep within as she pictures what those hands were capable of...and then she spots what his attention is focused on and her eyes darken to a thunderous black...a sour taste meets her mouth...watching

Vines don't tend to make for good mazes.

I'll keep that in mind! I've only been able to keep vague tabs on the haps. It seems like mostly the usual high stakes "powerful people want PCs dead" shenanigans...all stuff quiet above Isree's head.

(Although literally above her head when they blew up a chunk of Tower 11.)

Nelly Stevens. Nelly Moses is a Clematis.

laughin...will do....lots of things cause it sometimes an then sometimes not....luck of the draw

sends a stinging slap to your cheek... You are not getting a Nelly Moses maze garden. Come to your senses.

My advice dont eat spagetti sause

Dr fee 50.

lol..i have meds for it...just takes time...

The House
Wanders in with the grumbling sky

Holy cow..

There is an alcove of Nelly Moses Holly...White flowers of varying heights and bloom times and a series of curved cement benches....

Hell yeah, that's right!

spaghtti sauce causes it somethimes

The Windy GrassHopper Tavern and Inn
"You will have to come out to the Manor Te'Sirian there is a little man there who would love to meet you. That is if his Aunty will let him."

She laughed at that cause Rusche is soiling Briaden like crazy but she dont mind she loves seeing those two together he loves his Aunty

"Oh yeah it is fun to brainstorm ideas and plan out the whole day."

She just looked at you all dreamy eyed as memories of our special day came to her.

Heartburn, also called as acid indigestion, is the most common symptom and usually feels like a burning chest pain which begins behind the breastbone and move upwards to the neck and throat. Some people experience acidic or bitter taste.

certain things cause extra tummy acid...it then kind of backs up the throat a bit....

If you want something to work with from the Tyger Claw side, there was that riot at NCPD HQ awhile back... Apparently somehow a Tyger Claws Netrunner claiming the handle of "Daimyo" got in to the NCPD's servers and freed a bunch of prisoners before getting put down by the NCPD dweller on duty. Nobody seems to know who it was, but everyone agrees that the hacker was rocking a Samurai look and handle so if they weren't a member of the Tygers they were someone trying to get in the Tyger's good graces. Too bad they didn't survive...

the water barrel that was also in the room was nearing empty and that would be among the chores for the morrow. As it had enough for now...the smell of bosk steaks cooking in the serving wagon wafted through the air making the girls belly rumble...she stepped through the doorway allowing the flap to fall into place before taking the steps to the dirt part...the harriga made of wagons..wer4e plenty and she never felt alone

Standing after deciding she had kept her guards waiting long enough that she could hear their stomachs growling, she looked to each of them in turn. Their nearly expressionless faces were betrayed only by the cold stares of their eyes. With a half hearted smile, she turned and walked back to camp.