JOURNEY AMONG THE VIKING

THE LEGEND OF THOR

      I had already decided for some time to travel to meet my family in the North, the last message received from my mother, I do not think my father had been able to do it for that in winter he settles in the large hall and spends his time there between food and slaves, I said the last place where they lived was the village of Jasmine, I knew it from visiting it years ago when I lived in the North.

We went up the river with my ship to the great Vosk, then to the Gulf of Thassa and off to the north after passing the archipelago of Cos, I had forgotten the cold of winter, living in the desert is easily forgotten, the more we climbed towards Torwsland the more the temperature dropped and in the distance the mountains were already covered with snow.

 One morning we woke up immersed in a fog bank, everything had disappeared, we could no longer see the mountains and nothing else in front of us. The commander put a lookout on top of the mast to make sure not to run into some rock, went on like this until the  afternoon until the  lookout cry there is a fire on the port side, finally we all breathed a sigh of relief, and the commander ordered to lower the sails by burping on that signal fire,  which gradually enlarged, until we saw the coast with  other fires, now the coast was clear and the docks could be glimpsed with some ships docked, we remained at anchor in the Rada, and I with some guards went ashore with a spear.

 

It was a very large village and a big sign said ''Viking Settlement of Rungardvik'' I had never heard of this remote village, but big enough, and a lot of snow everywhere, we met the commander of the guards, who welcomed us with respect and made himself available to let us visit the village. She told us that they had different laws from those of other villages on the planet, here women have the same rights and, lately a woman and the Chief Administrator and warrior, their Jarl, in short, lived like their ancestors andrejected the new rules of the villages.

 

  He took us around showing us and explaining the various buildings, the great hall where everyone gathers in winter, then he took us to the hill where they had their temple, but their great Totem was a very large tree where he told me that souls were buried around, and when I asked him to explain well he told me:

 Trees have profound roles in both real and imaginary worlds. With their majestic bark, lush branches, and cloud of swaying leaves, humans are drawn to them with deep charm. This magic is embodied in the wonderful account of the Nordic World Tree. According to Norse mythology, the whole world is actually a tree, called Yggdrasil ("igg-dreh-sell") located at the center of the universe.

 

According to legends, Yggdrasil is a giant living ash tree with branches stretching above the skies and a trunk firmly anchored to the ground by three large roots. Here, the gods gather and meet, seek sustenance from its life-giving branches and watch over the worlds. Radiating from this center extend the nine realms of existence, including Asgard, the abode of the gods and the hall of Valhalla, and Midgard, the land of mortal humans. An anonymous eagle sits atop its branches in constant conflict with an evil snake, Nidhogg, which tries to unbalance the tree by chewing one of its roots.

 

The three large roots of Yggdrasil are irrigated by three wells, Urdarbrunnr, Hvergelmr and Mimisbrunnr. Urdarbrunnr, or Urda's Well, is cared for by the three maidens Norn, Urda (past), Verdandi (present) and Skuld (future), who weave the threads of destiny for all beingshim.

 It was a fascinating thing something that I had never heard before, even if in many places on the planet there are other customs, I looked at that fascinated man and asked him to tell me more and he gave me a parchment that I want to copy in my story.

    Passed from one hofgothi to another through the dark mists of time, it tells the story of a great battle between Thor and the Jotun. The battle raged for days and covered huge expanses of land and sea. On the third day, the battle reached the shores of Rudgardvik. People rushed to the Jarl's house and crowded around the fire as the ground shook and flashes of light illuminated the ground and sky around the building. The men felt unable to protect their families and watched as their wives held their children and looked with pleading eyes at their husbands. The children were crying and the women were crying.

 

The jarl went around his people and continued to reassure them that Thor would protect his loyal people. Finally, the gothi stood up and led the people in prayer to Thor. They all drank mead from a drinking horn and poured its contents on the floor and into the fire, begging Thor to protect them from the storm outside.

 

After what seemed like an eternity, the sounds of battle began to diminish and outside began to shed light, when a horrible explosion shook the earth and people fell to the floor as the ground below trembled violently back and forth.

 

And then everything went quiet. A strange stillness that crept into their bones and left a mark. Eventually, it seemed that the wax was melting from their ears and they could hear again. At first all they heard was the crackling of the fire and then the whining of children, mothers and even some men.

 

The jarl approached the door and cautiously opened the door to see what was left of their beautiful Rungardvik.

 

Huge trees were scattered all over the ground, as if someone was playing a game of sticks. Slowly everyone left the building and, with tears in their eyes, looked incredulously at what was left of their beautiful paradise.

 

Immediately, the Góthi gathered the people and headed to their sacred grove to honor the gods and thank them for protecting their families during this catastrophe.

 

Only, where once there was a lush, verdant grove, there was nothing. Not even a tree. The land itself had been stripped away from the rock on which the grove had stood for so many centuries. All the trees had landed in the meadow below, torn to pieces and without a leaf left on the branches.

 

Everyone stood on the rock with a sense of mourning and looked at the jarl to tell them what to do. Suddenly, the gothi shivered and closed his eyes, and shouted "Hail Thor, hail the god of thunder, hail the protector," and fell to the ground. The jarl ran to his gothi and tried to wake him up from the trance. Slowly, the gothi opened their eyes and began to speak.

 

"Thor spoke to me. He saw the devastation of our land and blessed this rock. This land will never experience such storms again. And to cement his promise, Thor touched the rock and left the imprint of his hand as a binding sign of his promise.

 

Rejoicing to know that Thor had blessed them, the people gathered all the trees from the meadow and using the wood of the sacred grove, built a beautiful temple on the rock.

 

From that first gothi, which was then the hofgothi, there was an unbroken line of hofgothis. I am only the last, but the line will continue after me.

 

Thor kept his promise, this temple has stood the test of time and storms and continues to thrive, as do the people they worship in its sacred halls.

    What else to say we are still here to listen to their stories and their customs, when they warned us that the fog had cleared and it was time to leave at high tide towards Jasmine, it was a few days of travel and we left.

 THE RETURN OF SIERRAROSE

PREPARATIONSFOR THE FAIR IN VENNA

    In the city preparations are underway for the fair that we will soon inaugurate for the Se-Var festival, the annual fair that takes place for the Winter Solstice, when day defeats night and the sun releases more light day after day.

While the preparation of the banquets and stalls  of the  various Castes and the many merchants who came to the city,  I have set up two newsstands in the central avenue in front of Lady Luelar's Barber shop, our newspaper is doing very well sales improve day by day thinking with the consent of the Administrator Sir Minus to put them, often step  To put new copies, and check that everyone understands how to take them, of course at the fair newspapers are free for anyone

   Suddenly a guard came running announcing the arrival of a caravan from the oasis of Silver Stone, where I knew Sir Youroki lived with his companion Lady Sabayna and their daughter Sierra Rose, the young woman I courted first in Port Victoria, then she followed her family to the oasis of Cartassa and then to their oasis of Silverstone.

   I left everything and rushed to the gate where the caravan was standing waiting to meet the chief merchant to enter the city, although Venna is a resort and everyone can enter freely on condition of leaving the weapons to the guards, going down the great stairs I tried to recognize among those people my beloved Sierra,  and finally I saw her, she ran towards me and literally jumped on me breaking all the laws of free women on the planet, we embraced each other remaining like this for a long time until the mother Lady Sabayna reached us, greeting me, I did not see Sir Youroki with them, and to my question of where he was they replied that he had remained at the ruins of the oasis,  waiting to find another deserted oasis to be able to repopulate and the women had been secured in the Arem

 We climbed that long staircase to the square, and then sat inthe bench in the flowerbed in front of the palace of the scribes, telling us of our days passed away, until the mother joined us, I took her around in the square and in the avenue where there were stalls presenting her first to Lady Zoye, then to Lady Tenka, who took care to look for an empty stall to rent and sell her perfumes,  Although she herself sellsEva perfumes and various objects for the bath and the beauty of the body, I must confess that I also bought from Lady Tenka some soaps that I put in the case of my clothes to make them perfumed.

    Sierra announced to me that she had spoken to her mother and had permission to stay and live in Venna with me and that soon after a period of engagement we will do our companionship ceremony, meanwhile I sent a message to Sir Argos for a meeting with me and Sierra, and have a job in the caste from Scribe,  but with the preparations of the blessing of the Temple, the preparation of the stall of the Casta then with all the arrivals and people around we postponed the meeting but soon she will live here with us

 Report Interview Lady Tatiana, Tatrix of Village of Lara

 

It was a rainy day when I started my journey to the Village of Lara again. We had been here some time before and were welcomed very friendly, an agreement was made with our Gorean Moons Gazette and we were also very pleased hear that the Emir is also a Magistrate and I am now an Advocate.
Lady Elosie, the HOC Merchent of Lara, casually told a story that really made me spit, it sounded so unbelievable and sad, and yet so true.
It was a matter of honor for me to get to the bottom of this and so I decided to travel again for an interview with Tatrix Lady Tatiana.
It involved stealing the town's name, which I must point out was the Village of Lara, which was formerly White Water River.
The fact of such theft is tantamount to stealing a Home Stone and should not go unpunished.
It is only thanks to the good nature of the Tatrix that there were no charges or contract killings.

I am now attaching the interview I conducted on 3/31/2022.

interviewed Person: Lady Tatiana, Tatrix  of Village of Lara
hereinafter referred to as Tatrix

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Editor darian
hereinafter referred to as Gorean Moons(GM).

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GM: she takes off her veil and takes another deep breath, although her voice is soft and melodious, there is still the        undertone of a torvie and she smiles:
       "we put a newspaper rack here yesterday, lady, and i heard about the stealing of the town name and would like to         Report about it in the next issue

Tatrix: I am Tatiara Esharham, Village Leader here since we are in the North.
         Callisto Grimwald is who started posting Adverts for the second White Water around March 11th, we Opened Our          White Water March 6th I believe.who started posting Ads for the second White Water.
         they tried saying they had been open since November 2021 but when I went looking for names on the Gorean              Map that were not taken, White Water was not on any Map, there were no groups, no land with the name, so how           if they had been open for so long why could I not find them
         I looked for 2 weeks before picking a name.
         we were a small 1/4 sim so we were just that a small port outpost.here we are much more, a simple build, a new          type of build like Old Gor used to do.
         
GM:   i understand i have visit a white water city but here are the owner ayita meastra(naybabe) and Kymir                             Pardus(Gabe Constantine) , it seems there are two sims with the same name, some time ago i visited White                   Water River, these exist no more.
        
Tatrix:  that second white water was us ,we moved here about a week ago .

GM :  and as for the opening of the stolen white water, you can find out when the sim was bought.
         Have you done anything about this name steal?

Tatrix: I did, LL said, since they weren't full duplicates, there was nothing they could do.  
         She came to our build, read our rules/laws then opened her White Water,her Sims build is similar to ours just                bigger scale with more rl money backing her at the time.
         
         
GM:     it's only going to get worse, so the same cityscape* shakes his head angrily Because i would say as an                       that stealing a city name is the same as stealing a Homestone .

Tatrix:   I agree. If they were open in November and closed due to low numbers why reopen after we did.

GM:   one should lay the handwork to these people, so you were forced to build everything from scratch

Tatrix : their build doesnt look gorean in my opinion.It's more like ancient Rome
          or greece. Our build was alot of what you can see here. We were able to get a full sim by the grace of the Priest           Kings and some hard work
          
GM :    you have a beautiful Nordic village, Lady Tatiana

Tatrix:  Thank you ,   That was our goal .  White Water and Lara are so remote that being all brick or sand would be very            expensive and unrealistic.
           We wanted to start small and grow but many people wont go to a 1/4 sim or a 1/3 sim or even a Homestead.
           perhaps, I think karma will get people when its their time, I have put my focus into our new build, into our new                home, we are 34 people strong and this is Day 5 since our opening here.
           
GM:      I congratulate you on this success   

Tatrix:   We welcome anyone as long as they follow sim rules and do not bring OOC drama to our sim, we are willing                   to adjust the build within reason if people can prove why something is needed.
            
GM:     Thank you Tatrix for this detailed interview, I'm sure our readers will be as shocked by this as I am .

Tatrix:   Thank you Lady.


Editor's note


White water( who stole the name was on )
 



It can be seen that this sim was formerly under a different name, which then closed in November 2021 and reopened in March under the name White Water, albeit after the opening of the original White Water River

THE PRINCESS MOI LIN

 She had left the port crying, promising to return, but in her heart she knew she would never return to that distant village often wrapped in the fog of the North and whipped by the icy winter winds with the houses submerged in snow, it was not the life she had always dreamed of, she was the daughter of the Regent of the great village of Fullofjiord, the regent they called the great Thorn, a great warrior who grew up fighting and hunting. she was Princess Moi lin, she admired that man, always sure of himself and always impartial with his population.

When Moi was old enough to learn, his father called a great Scribe from a city in the south called Landa, he was a great Magistrate, tall, blond with blue eyes, his figure betrayed his origins in the north of the planet, The Magistrate had just escaped from the island of Landa after the Torvie warriors together with a tribe of Panthers had destroyed the city killing many citizens, he had lost his beloved lady Blue, and for this reason he arrived in Port Kar he learned of the work in the North and accepted, he wanted to forget the past.

Princess Moi followed the lessons with enthusiasm, she hung on the lips of that great Scribe, even if the age difference was notable, she fell in love day after day with that sad-looking man, often sitting alone alone, lost in thought, she did not know of his misadventures and did not understand the reason for that sadness, until one day, as soon as the writing lesson was over, she asked the man his name and why he was always so sad and alone and did not like to frequent the great hall, like the other men, sitting to eat and have fun with the slaves, He raised his eyes sternly, but seeing the girl's shining eyes, he relaxed saying that one day he would tell her his story.

The days passed, the snow melted and often she and her teacher went out into the clearing where they sat between the columns of the Temple, he explained to her everything he knew, she memorized everything and took notes, by now she knew how to write well and read Gorean, then after the lesson he looked at the sky that day of a deep blue, he said to the young Moi, I will tell you my story, but I hope not to bore you, she happy, I look at him with tears in her eyes and intense that let the look of a lover shine through, he said I will be happy to listen to you, and he sat comfortably on a long stone of the Temple.

The Master took a breath and began his story, he said his name was Darian now he was a Scribe and Magistrate, but he was born Prince of the desert, his father was the Pasha of the oasis of the seven palms, and after the destruction of the oasis by the Raiders he and his brother escaped with the help of a slave until they met a woman from the North named Arliss who adopted them and took them with her to her village in the North called Windermeer, until they were at school, during his life he had had a thousand adventures, traveled the planet, going up the river Wosk to the river Olni, he had lived in the desert and in many cities in search of his brother and mother until he arrived on the island of Landa and there he fell in love, but fate wanted that during an attack Torvie his beloved was captured and nothing more was heard of her, he had escaped to Port kar, and now he was there waiting for the snow to melt to leave again in search of his brother Orlando, the young Moi became sad when she heard of his very next departure, begging him to stay longer, but he had completed his task and wanted to return to the south.

He was adamant when he decided to leave, ignoring the tears of the young woman, the Father the great Thorn had understood his daughter's love for that man, and for this reason he preferred that he leave, he knew well that his daughter would suffer together with that man always in search of adventures and his family now dispersed on the Planet, and one morning the Scribe, took the opportunity of the departure of a Pirate ship for the south, towards Brundisium, paid for the trip, taking the few things he had.

Princess Moi Lin, did not stop crying, she thought of him night and day, she had become sad, the Father who loved her so much suffered for her, reluctantly accepted the departure of his daughter, with a ship headed south with the skins obtained from hunting, she was not his only daughter he had others together with some sons Male also warriors but that little Princess was for him the memory of the companion who died of illness after his birth, he asked his daughter to return soon and assigned him an escort of two young warriors, who would watch over her during her long journey.

Now the young Moi was on that ship, leaning on the stern of the ship that looked at the horizon, looking among the clouds for a sign of the presence of her secret love sir Darian..........

darianeditor

 A LONG JOURNEY

Pasha Darian has been poisoned. But fortunately some devoted servants have taken him to a distant place where an old healer is lovingly treating him, it will take time to return to the way he was before, first of all the guards loyal to him are investigating who would have had the role of poisoner, surely a conspiracy.

Pasha Darian over the years has had many friends, they are countless, but also some enemies, sometimes men think of their careerism and their own gain, someone close to him has certainly tried to kill him, but the pasha has thick skin, it will not be easy to eliminate him.

It all happened during the last fair, he had his tent near the beach and apart from the others, so no one noticed anything, only his faithful servants saved him in time, and then under cover of darkness they took him away with a ship to a remote destination, he sent a message to Suya saying he was fine and that he would be back soon..

We will anxiously await his return, and we will read more of his adventures and his stories, thanks to all the friends who are taking care of him.

may the Priest Kings help us all

darianeditor

 

2° PART

We continue to show you the scenes of the fair, after the first part today we will show you some of the best parts of the village fair '' the Thing '' I hope it will be a welcome thing and thank you for your attention

   

PHOTOS BY SUYA EL   NAIRAD

CO EDITOR

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1° part

The new fair is opens today in the village called ''The Thing'' we arrived early but by now all the tents and stands were occupied, and thanks to the help of the kajira lanken we managed Me and Suya a stall for our Gazette of Moons, sure the place is not central but it is close to the main road and not far from the esplanade where the tents were set up around the large central fire, not far away a small mausoleum with the photo of lady Lucy, put on display in memory of a great woman, who welcomed me as a child in Olni and took me with her friend Janette, to the large Campus where I studied with them, now they are both in heaven, they give lessons to the deceased Goreans, RIP

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Below I will put the portraits I will take of the tents and visitors and participants at the fair, I hope that each of you identifies with those portraits and can say ''I was there''

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Thank you for your interest in the newspaper I am happy that thousands every month look at the Gazette.

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