Post by jynxDaemon on Oct 22, 2009 15:48:07 GMT -5
The Tuchuk camps are composed of thousands of wagons, loudly painted and some having roofs of gold brocade, making it a barrage of colors. It is always busy within the camp, the bosks making sounds, the Freewomen talking, the slaves scurrying about and the laughter of the men echoing throughout.
Tuchuks are a nomadic people, considering themselves, the children of the Endless Sky. Most everything within the camp is done out in the open air. The bosk are always present. There might be close to a million beasts grazing near the Camp, and the Tuchuks ride hard through their midst, herding them. There are more than just bosk found within the camps, but not as important. The kailla, used as a mount for the warriors of the camp and the verr can also be found within the camp. Besides the two, prairie sleen are also found, acting as the night guardians of the camp. The sleen is caged during the day and let out at night to roam along the herds. It can also be used for tracking. The prairie sleen can not be approached by anyone but the one that trained it, and everyone must be safe and out of the way before it is released.
The Tuchuks are fond of showing off what they have plundered, liking their wealth to be known. They are not above trading with merchants, but they hold a disdain for anyone that is a city dweller. Any merchant that wants to sell their wares to a Tuchuk must be branded on the forearm with a small bosk horn. This then guarantees safe passage through the Plains.
This is mostly true are few strangers are permitted into the camps of the Wagon People. It would be even rarer for a Wagon Person to make friends with a stranger. To signify such a friendship though, a Wagon Person will pick up a clump of earth and grass and then place it into the hand of the other. This is "…, the land on which the bosk graze, the land which is the land of the Tuchuks, …" (Nomads of Gor, p.26)
Suddenly the Tuchuk bent to the soil and picked up a handful of dirt and grass, the land on which the bosk graze, the land which is the land of the Tuchuks, and this dirt and grass he thrust in my hands and I held it.
The warrior grinned and put his hands over mine so that our hands together held the dirt and the grass, and were together clasped on it.
"Yes," said the warrior, "come in peace to the Land of the Wagon Peoples."
Tuchuks are a nomadic people, considering themselves, the children of the Endless Sky. Most everything within the camp is done out in the open air. The bosk are always present. There might be close to a million beasts grazing near the Camp, and the Tuchuks ride hard through their midst, herding them. There are more than just bosk found within the camps, but not as important. The kailla, used as a mount for the warriors of the camp and the verr can also be found within the camp. Besides the two, prairie sleen are also found, acting as the night guardians of the camp. The sleen is caged during the day and let out at night to roam along the herds. It can also be used for tracking. The prairie sleen can not be approached by anyone but the one that trained it, and everyone must be safe and out of the way before it is released.
The Tuchuks are fond of showing off what they have plundered, liking their wealth to be known. They are not above trading with merchants, but they hold a disdain for anyone that is a city dweller. Any merchant that wants to sell their wares to a Tuchuk must be branded on the forearm with a small bosk horn. This then guarantees safe passage through the Plains.
This is mostly true are few strangers are permitted into the camps of the Wagon People. It would be even rarer for a Wagon Person to make friends with a stranger. To signify such a friendship though, a Wagon Person will pick up a clump of earth and grass and then place it into the hand of the other. This is "…, the land on which the bosk graze, the land which is the land of the Tuchuks, …" (Nomads of Gor, p.26)
Suddenly the Tuchuk bent to the soil and picked up a handful of dirt and grass, the land on which the bosk graze, the land which is the land of the Tuchuks, and this dirt and grass he thrust in my hands and I held it.
The warrior grinned and put his hands over mine so that our hands together held the dirt and the grass, and were together clasped on it.
"Yes," said the warrior, "come in peace to the Land of the Wagon Peoples."