Not so long ago there was a free girl by the name of Zareta, who was born in a small village in the vallay of a mountain called Hrimgar and the Polar plains, tis a place in the far noth were Ice and snow rule the land.. Tis in a land called Torvaldsland...
She was born Free, Her Father being a highly regarded honourable Merchant (not many of them are) and a Mother of the cast of Healers. Her father being a merchant was often away from there home so She was raised by her mother and her Brother who became a warrior, a great one of immense strength and power. He fought most Men and won great triumphs; He was the protector of the family. Her mother was a loving and caring Free Woman who loved her children.
The girl enjoyed watching her brother fight at times wanting to fight as
well but a stranger came to the village, a Man from the southern parts
of Gor but a Wanderer. She wanted to meet Him and know of other’s
ways but was not allowed to so as He left the village, she packed her things
and followed. As they went through the northern forests He knew she had
followed, He hid in the trees and as she walked passed Him He jumped out
and pulled His blade to her throat, asking her why she followed Him.
She told Him the truth, that she was curious of other places and it's ways.
He took her by force and made her kneel before Him, and placing shackles
on her delicate wrists He fastened her to His belt. As they came out of
the great forest He called for His tarn and placed her on His saddle and
they rose to the sky's, passing through the sky swiftly. The bird
got tired and hungry and He knew He had to let it go on it's hunt, so He
took it down in to the great mountains of the Voltai range, close to the
city of Talmont.
He being hungry and needing a kolar to enslave His prize they entered a Tavern. He had had His fill and left her there to fetch supplies for the rest of His travels and while there she met a few slaves. They told zareta about a Master that was cruel and evil, that she should leave quietly and go to camp near by. She did and was followed by one of the slave kythe. At this camp she was told to stay and wait the arrival of the owner, Mistress Masque, who came and told her that she would be safe in her ko`Lar. She finally made her last free choice, and begged for a ko`lar of The_Masquerade_Inn and was given the name jazz.
She learned and lived the way Mistress Masque` wished and wanted, loving
her place and the kindness of the Master Keepers there, feeling her fire
and her love to serve grow.
She’s a beautiful site as she serves,
long locks of copper and eye's as bright as polished emeralds, ivory skin
soft and smooth.
During her stay there, she served..and grew to love a keeper, Master Amra,
and one day could no longer deny her true calling. She knelt before
Him and begged His ko`lar. Her heart beat wildly in her breast as
she held before Him, awaiting her fate. It seems the Priest Kings
were smiling that night, for took her as His, naming her shu`la{Amra}.
She serves her Master and the Inn with the joy, love and submission of
a true kajira.
