Welcome to Kala Jagah, home of Markibus, set in the deepest part of the Schendi Jungle. As you make your way into the room you are at first overwhelmed by the rustic beauty of the furnishings as your eyes take in the home of a strong man. The walls hung with furs and trophies of hunting expeditions. Oil lanterns, hung by pegs from the rafters, light the cozy room. The scent of moisture pervades as you glance around, the dark corners laid with furs, small tables and various slave rings in the floor. The slate entry is marked with the dust of men's feet, the prints of slaves hands as they beg to enter and the ever present moisture that seeps in from the jungle. The dance pit is a few paces from the entry, the shallow dip in the wooden floor filled with the dirty yellow sand of the marsh banks, the smooth post that stabs from it's depths silken to the touch with the lavish attentions of slave girls.
To the left, a row of alcoves, their contents hidden with the draped furs, though the sounds that emanate from within are unmistakable. A storeroom at the end of the row, the bags of supplies out of sight behind the large fur that shadows the shelved hole in the wall. Your instincts draw your eyes to the right, a burning brazier, and a rack of brands awaiting any Man's desired slave. Upon the wall, numbered hooks and shackles await, the key dangling just to the side, open for use to any Man who desires to keep a girl in her place. The fire roars in the hearth, set far against the back wall to the left. Your eyes fall upon the slaves, lit softly in the light directly behind the dance pit, each haloed with a glow, the unmistakable beauty of slaves attending the service of the Free.
Your eyes roam instinctively to the back corner where through an open doorway lies the kitchen, stocked with all necessary goods to serve the Free and make this home a most comfortable place to visit. As you wander through the doorway you see the stocked shelves against the right wall, four shelves high, groaning beneath the weight of the vessels that lay upon them. There are earthenware and temwood bowls and dishes of course as well as the many beautiful heavy metal and temwood tankards for ale and mead, the beautiful goblets of silver, gold, brass and pewter as well as some in temwood of varying colors and textures. Below the slate gray counter lies the trays for serving, the copper pots for brewing the hot and spicy kal-da as well as the heavy carved bosk horns, available for beautiful slave girls to fill with ale or mead, and carry to the strong Masters they serve. Placed upon the counter is a bowl of the most delectable fruits found on Gor, the ramberries, sprigs of ta-grapes, the sweet and succulent larma, the bitter, yet fragrant topsit as well as slices of sweet melon. Nearby, covered with a thin cloth, there are hearty loaves of sa-tarna and black bread for the pleasure of the Free. There is a drawer beneath the countertop outfitted with utensils and sharpened sorp shells for cutting that slaves may use.
As you step back through the kitchen you exit a doorway into the moist heat of the jungle and move down four steps to a root cellar behind to the Kala Jagah. You find yourself stepping into a cellar that has been neatly carved out and you begin to feel the slight chill that the earth offers to you. The steps bring you below the horizon, the feeling of being underground upon you as you pull open the heavy door and slip into the cellar, amazed at the provisions there before you. There are shelves laden with cheese and fruits, sliced bosk and tarsk wrapped carefully in rence cloths, various fruits and vegetables as well as small bottles of bosk milk. Moving further into the root cellar your eyes are drawn to the casks against the wall filled with ale and mead and paga, all filled to the rim with their drink. Further within, hidden among the shelves are the bottles of quality ka-la-na and ta-wines stamped with the seal of their vineyard and vintage. In the far corners, hung from hooks on the ceiling and walls are vulo and sides of tarsk as well as large cuts of bosk. Vulo eggs and gant eggs fill baskets alongside the opposite wall.
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