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Le jeudi 23 janvier 2025 à 21.30 h (Paris) à Kasra

Bal masqué / costumé, annuel des Sirènes du Tyros

Vote des meilleurs deguisements avec 1000 L$ de recompenses.

On compte sur votre presence et celle de vos amis.

On Thursday, 23 th January , 2025 at 12:30 p.m. (slt) in Kasra

the annual Tyros Sirens's masked / costumed Ball

Vote for the best costumes with 1000 L$ in rewards.

We are expecting on your presence and your friends.

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  Trying my best.

In the realm of shadows where the sun doth not reach,

Where whispers of doubt are my constant speech,

I wander alone, a soul so unsure,

With a heart that's a stage for a silent, unseen war.

My eyes, they sparkle with a borrowed light,

A beacon of hope in the deepest night,

But under the surface, the battles rage,

In the quiet confines of my cage.

You think you know, but you cannot conceive,

The labyrinth of thoughts that I must achieve,

To find the true essence of what it means to be me,

'Neath the weight of the world, so heavy, so vast.

The laughter you hear is a mask I've found,

To shield from the tears that so often abound,

When I'm lost in the maze of my mind,

Where fears and regrets are forever entwined.

I've climbed mountains that only I've seen,

Swum in oceans where no one's ever been,

But the victory's hollow, the prize undefined,

For the quest is not over, it's just designed.

You think I've figured it out, that I'm free,

But the truth is, I'm just trying to be,

The person you think is so clear in your sight,

But the mirror shows a different, more fragile plight.

The stars in the sky seem so far,

But they're closer than who I really are,

The mask I wear, so bright and so bold,

Hides the pages of a story untold.

I've danced with the devil in the moon's soft glow,

And wrestled with angels, so white and so low,

In the battleground of my soul's deepest pit,

Where the shadows play and the demons sit.

Yet, for every tear that I've shed in vain,

I've learned to stand in the storms of my pain,

To hold on tight to the hope that's within,

The strength to fight till the battles thin.

You think you know me, so high and so proud,

But I'm just a girl, lost in a vast crowd,

Looking for the path that's true and right,

In a world that's black and white by day, colorless by night.

by Jules 

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I will survive 

In the shadowed vale of despair, where darkness often reigns,

Where the whispers of doubt and defeat lay their heavy chains,

I emerge with a heart that's aflame, untamed by the night,

With a soul that soars high above the fray, reaching for the light.

I am not a leaf in the storm, blown by fate's fickle whims,

But a mighty oak with deep roots, growing strong, steadfast, and grim.

You'd think to break me with your trials, to force me to bend,

But I stand tall and proud, my spirit will never end.

Oh, I won't just survive, I'll thrive, I'll rise above,

Your words of doubt are but the wind that strengthens my love.

Can't write my story, it's a tale untold,

I'm beyond the archetype,

by jules 

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I will survive 

In the shadowed vale of despair, where darkness often reigns,

Where the whispers of doubt and defeat lay their heavy chains,

I emerge with a heart that's aflame, untamed by the night,

With a soul that soars high above the fray, reaching for the light.

I am not a leaf in the storm, blown by fate's fickle whims,

But a mighty oak with deep roots, growing strong, steadfast, and grim.

You'd think to break me with your trials, to force me to bend,

But I stand tall and proud, my spirit will never end.

Oh, I won't just survive, I'll thrive, I'll rise above,

Your words of doubt are but the wind that strengthens my love.

Can't write my story, it's a tale untold,

I'm beyond the archetype,

by jules 

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 SUYA'S MEMORIES

While sitting on the seashore of the Seven Palms Oasis Suya immerses herself in memories navigating her memory, her life now as a Princess has changed a lot, sometimes she dreams of her village in the north where she used to play with her friends as a child, but now she looks at them far away and retraces the latest events of her life.

Life for Suya has been a whirlwind of emotions since I married Darian, not even in my dreams would I have ever imagined that a low-caste woman from the north, yes, because I have always worked with my parents on the farm, in addition to providing services in other cities such as City Ven at the bakery and the inn, I also made cheese in Heimfjord, I remember that I also traveled with a slave and a small escort to sell my products in the cities of Turmus, Cardonicus, Graydon Falls, Northen Light Bye, Thenthis and Egeria.

 It wasn't always easy to get into some cities and sell my products, but a merchant never gives up, especially being from the north and a farmer, with a little luck and knowing how to use the right words I managed to get into the city and make some good sales together with the slave who was next to me and the small escort that accompanied me, sometimes I exchanged goods and this is not uncommon among the caste of farmers and merchants. So Suya went to Rarir, where I lived for a while, and I was lucky because it was there that I met the love of my life. I prayed a lot for the gods to bring me a good, understanding and friendly man who could give me protection, affection, love and all the care that a free woman needs.

 It was then that I met Darian. At first I didn't understand how a man like him could be interested in a peasant girl, but it was my simplicity that won him over. Love without personal interests brought us together. We were both already incredulous that one day we would find someone who would stay by our side for love, and here we are. The day we celebrated our FC was the best thing that could have happened between us, apart from our honeymoon, which was amazing. I saw the stars and the three moons of Gor at the same time. Every time I close my burning eyes, the whole scene comes back to me.

 The affection I received, the kisses we exchanged. I felt on cloud nine. I am still getting used to my current life because I have to wear a veil to cover my face when we travel to some southern cities. I will not deny that I feel a little uncomfortable with the veil covering my face, but I also know that I am now a scribe and a high caste and all of this is necessary.

 The southern cities have stricter rules than the northern city, and that was not the only thing that changed, my clothes have also undergone changes. Sometimes I miss tending to the farm or another business in the city, but little by little I know I will get used to the life I lead now, since I am the queen of the Seven Palms Oasis. I was also interested in the scribe caste and seeing him work so seriously caught my attention because of his impartiality. 

When Darian noticed this interest in me, he immediately asked me to be his assistant, which I did not refuse, because I also wanted to work alongside him. So Darian has been my teacher, teaching me everything I know. It has been very rewarding to be able to be his student, even before we finished FC.

 I graduated and decided to stay as an archivist, providing services to the city and helping him with the newspaper and everything else that was necessary, since we are one and we are building our family, while he takes me on trips to see the cities where he was born and other cities, teaching me and showing me other

 cultures...

  Whispers of a Shattered Heart

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In shadows deep where sorrows dwell,

They say time heals, yet pains compel,

Each tick a wound that cuts anew,

With every breath, I bitter rue.

I long to learn the warmth of love,

But fields of grief my heart's made of;

The hands that clasped in joyous night,

Now linger lost in endless flight.

Oh, darkness wraps this fragile frame,

A bluesy tune without a name,

Can you escape what fate has marked?

Will love return when hope has parked?

For tears like rivers ebb and flow,

And whispers haunt the soul below;

Can hearts as fragile as the glass,

Withstand the weight of dreams that pass?

So here I stand with bruised resolve,

Against the tide where shadows evolve;

Tell me now, oh echoing night,

Can you die from a heart’s lost fight?

by Jules my dead Master poem. He die years ago on feb 11. 

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THE EMIR BECOMES PASHA

a new travel

After the company ceremony with the beautiful Suya, life at the oasis resumed quietly, the population was happy to finally have a Queen.

One day while I was walking along the road that leads to the docks of the port a messenger came running bringing me a message received from a merchant from Sir Hans, who invited us to join him in his new village, located on the north bank of the river that leads from Vonda to Piedimont.

I talked about it with Suya and when I saw her eyes shine I knew that she would be happy to go and visit that new village and find her friend Hester, the regent Hansen and all the members of the new village, she lived with them for a long time in the city of Ranir.

Together with the captain of my ship we organized the trip, we would go east passing through the island of Landa and land at Korat in the region of Shendi, we would then take a caravan to head to the oasis of thashid, and then continue north and arrive at the river Wosk crossing it to reach first the city of Varn, then Tharna, then Saliria a new

village built by the commander who lived in Ranir, and then the last stop at the village ''Hansen's house''.

We left at high tide, the breeze from the North pushed us slowly eastwards, we passed the island of Landa, I had lived in that city with its buildings with golden roofs, its tall columns and its large square where together with Youroki I often spent my afternoons under the tent sheltered from the hot sun, I had beautiful memories of that place but also of great disappointments, there I had loved Lady Blue the healer then captured and killed by the Torvie warriors, the partial destruction of the city and the consequent escape to Port Kar.

We got off at the port of Korat, called Ship Rock. Today very busy, when I was rescued in the desert by lady BB took me to Korat and I was adopted by her and her companion Sir Mith, until the city of Korat was destroyed by the Panthers together with the Talunes, despite the city was located on a promontory at first sight impregnable, we fled to the North to return to the village of lady BB Arliss, in Finnur fjiord.

The caravan headed for the Tashid Oasis would leave two days later and we took the opportunity to visit the

places of my childhood up to the border with the forest of Shendi, and finally we left for the Thahari desert, Camels are known to be very uncomfortable and tiringespecially for women, I had a basket built for Suya to be more comfortable, and after a few weeks of travel we arrived at the oasis, there I had a house and the headquarters of my newspaper the Gazetta of Moons, I was missing from the company ceremony of Yusud Lady Mae's son, she was always like a mother to me when we lived together in Cartassa before its destruction, then rebuilt by Safina, I remember that with Lady Brjianna my partner at that time, we built our oasis not far from Cartassa, then she ran away with an Opal seeker leaving me alone with the Oasis destroyed and raided by her friend, at the Oasis there was the young Yusud crown prince who welcomed us with all honors, finally we could rest in a real bed after weeks of travel, I then met Sir Umar Congo the Pasha and his daughters, then after a few days we left for the north to get to the Wosk, keeping away from the big city of AR that is often at war with everyone, I have never been to that city but I hope one day to go there and write an interesting article about its history.

meeting in Varn city

There were no major problems in crossing the Thahari desert, only an annoying wind that raised the sand blinding us, then finally we reached the river, we took a

ship that took us to the mouth, from there we would leave for our first destination. The city of Varn.

They had just rebuilt it, after Sir Hermes left taking his slaves with him and caused the fall of the city, when Sir Varn returned from his long journey the reconstruction began and I must say that he did a good job, we arrived at the port, some guards accompanied us to my old house on the avenue leading to the wood, there we cleaned ourselves up and were ready to be received by the notables and by Sir Varn, we found them outside the tavern near the great gate, they were sitting around the dance floor where the kajires dance entertaining visitors and citizens, I lived in Varn city, twice, and knew almost everyone including Sir Marlenus the slaver my old friend and Sir Abraham the Magistrate, my friend for years.

PRINCE YUSUD CONGO

Sir Varn offered me the possibility of working with them as head of the caste of the Scribes and as editor of the newspaper, the proposal was tempting, finally working in a big city avoiding sedentary village life, but I had not reckoned with Sir Abraham who at first said nothing but then the next day he summoned me to his office telling me clearly that the boss was him and also the Magistrate, I just had to be a publisher, I have several offices scattered around the planet I can work wherever I want, so

disappointed we left for the city of Tharna, I knew that they were recruiting there too and having lived for some time I was curious to visit it and introduce it to Suya.

Meeting in Tashid oasis

As usual at the gate there was Lady Jasmine the commander of the guards, who in the absence of Lady Juice, she directed, it was not easy to enter because of old grudges of Lady Janette towards me but finally we entered, they had modernized it and from an old city with old houses it had now become splendid, he showed us everything from the houses to the caste palaces I asked him about the city to write an article but she was vague. But time was running out and we set off again, the next stop the new city of Saliria.

The little town had been built on the side of a hill and the streets were uphill, it was as if there were several floors but it had beautiful taverns, and although small it had everything from the houses to the caste houses and the palace of the Ubar, Admiral Goran-Tor administrator and commander of the guards, even if he was traveling. Her slaves welcomed us and took us around until the evening that after having refreshed ourselves at the tavern we rested in the rented rooms and in the morning we would leave.

PASHA UMAR CONGO RASHID

Finally Hansen's House, Suya was not in the skin she would see her friends and Ranir's old friends again, we arrived at the port and they told us that everyone was meeting in the large Hall, it was accessed by a small street that went up to the main door and we entered, we were welcomed with joy, we sat at the long table while they discussed the preparations for the ceremony that would take place shortly thereafter, we took advantage of the food on the table, we hadn't eaten so well for a long time, Suya was happy with her, we stayed for a few days in that village and left for our Oasis of the Seven Palms...............

Darianelnairad editor

        EN'KARA  FAIR 2025 (new gorean year 10177-ARtime)

  Info you've been waiting on!

It is our pleasure to extend a warm invitation to you and your community to participate in the upcoming En'Kara Fair 2025, taking place from March 10th to 23rd, 2025.

Event Highlights:

Road to the Sardar: March 10-15th, 2025

Opening Ceremony: March 14th, 2025 at 4 pm SLT

Merchant Caste Day: March 17, 2025

Physicians Caste Day: March 18, 2025

Scribe Caste Day: March 19, 2025

Builder Caste Day: March 20, 2025

Warrior Caste Day: March 21, 2025

Closing Ceremony: March 23, 2025 at 2 pm SLT

 

Casa de Hansen, situa-se na Northern Forests de gor, a Casa Hansen tem a cidade de Laura a oeste , Hrimgar Montains a norte e Piedmont a sudeste, assim a sua localizaçao e aproximadamente de 55 pasangs de Laura , 42 pasangs de Piedmont e 55 pasangs de Hrimgar Montains, tem ainda uma  distancia aproximada de 267,50 pasangs da cidade de Lydius e  209,16 pasangs da cidade de Kassau 

 E uma casa construida na paisagem verde da Northern Forests, com um clima mais ameno, mesmo sendo varrido pelo vento que se faz sentir em toda Torval. e uma regiao nao tao gelida mas impera o frio nos meses mais sombrios de inverno. 

Sendo uma Casa situada mais proximo ao rio river de bois, tem zonas verdes, e um solo mais aravel do que o resto dos solos de Torval. A suas principais culturas agricolas sao Sa- Tarna, tospits, repolho, ervilhas, cebolas, suls, arvores frutiferas, rabanetes. Mas tambem possui algumas carnes para poder salgar e defumar aprovisionando para o inverno dentre elas tarsk e verr, e o principal pescado o parsit.

Desenvolve a apicultura, para o fabrico de mead. 

 

A Casa alberga o Mercador e Escravista Ans Hansen Verdstwen , sua prole e Kajirae  e algumas Bondmaids.

Terra fertil banhada pelo riio tiver de bois, onde  desenvolve sua atividade de mercador. Tendo o mar tao proximo viaja com muita frequencia por toda gor em busca de uma boa Barganha.

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House of Hansen, located in the Northern Forests of Gor, House Hansen has the city of Laura to the west, Hrimgar Mountains to the north and Piedmont to the southeast, so its location is approximately 55 pasangs from Laura, 42 pasangs from Piedmont and 55 pasangs from Hrimgar Mountains, it is also an approximate distance of 267.50 pasangs from the city of Lydius and 209.16 pasangs from Kassau city 

 It is a house built in the green landscape of the Northern Forests, with a milder climate, not as cold as Torval. 

It houses the Merchant and Slaver Ans Hansen Verdstwen, his offspring and Kajirae and some Bondmaids.

Fertile land bathed by the thassa, where he carries out his merchant activity. Having the sea so close, he often travels all over the world in search of a good bargain.

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Casata di Hansen, situata nelle foreste settentrionali di Gor, Casata Hansen ha la città di Laura a ovest, i monti Hrimgar a nord e il Piemonte a sud-est, quindi la sua posizione è a circa 55 pasang da Laura, 42 pasang dal Piemonte e 55 pasang dai Monti Hrimgar, è anche una distanza approssimativa di 267,50 pasang dalla città di Lydius e 209.16 passaggi dalla città di Kassau 

 È una casa costruita nel verde paesaggio delle Foreste del Nord, con un clima più mite, non freddo come quello di Torval. 

Ospita il mercante e schiavista Ans Hansen Verdstwen, la sua prole, Kajirae e alcune schiave.

Terra fertile bagnata dalla thassa, dove svolge la sua attività mercantile. Avendo il mare così vicino, viaggia spesso in tutto il mondo alla ricerca di un buon affare.

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House of Hansen, ubicada en los Bosques del Norte de Gor, House Hansen tiene la ciudad de Laura al oeste, las montañas Hrimgar al norte y Piamonte al sureste, por lo que su ubicación es aproximadamente a 55 Pasangs de Laura, 42 Pasangs de Piamonte , y 55 Pasangs de las montañas Hrimgar, también está a una distancia de aproximadamente 267,50 Pasangs de la ciudad de Lydius y 209,16 Pasangs de ciudad de kassau 

 Es una casa construida en el paisaje verde de Mata do Norte, con un clima más suave, no tan frío como Torval. 

Alberga al comerciante y traficante de esclavos Ans Hansen Verdstwen, sus descendientes, Kajirae, y algunas sirvientas.

Tierra fértil bañada por el Thassa, donde desarrolla su actividad comercial. Con el mar tan cerca, suele viajar por el mundo en busca de buenos negocios.

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In whispers of the emerald glade,

The panther's grace, unmasked, displayed,

With beauty woven, dreams unfurl,

In nature's heart where wild hearts twirl.

Each choice a path, through shadowed light,

Brave souls embrace their whispered flight.

Through every leaf and gentle breeze,

Her spirit dances with fierce ease.

by Jules Terry 

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In silken chains beneath the moon,

A kajira sighs her secret tune,

For beauty's veil and fervent dance,

Her heart beats wild in endless trance.

With every choice a dream ignites,

Desire's flame in darkest nights,

While death may shadow love's sweet breath,

In servitude she finds new death.

by Jules 

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The Whispers of the Kajira

In shadows deep, where silence reigns,

A kajira dreams through love's sweet chains;

Her Master’s call, a siren's song,

In his embrace, she knows she belongs.

Through life and death, she dares to choose,

A heart entwined in passion's hues;

For even when fate would sever their plight,

Her soul is his—forever in flight.

by Jules

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Forever Yours

In shadows where the moonlight gleams,

A kajira whispers soft her dreams,

"My Master, hear my heart’s sweet song,

In your embrace is where I belong.

With silken chains that bind us tight,

In every struggle, there's pure delight.

For in this choice I find my fate,

To love you deeper as years elate.

Through beauty's kiss and death's embrace,

We'll dance forever in time and space.

My courage blooms like a rose in spring,

Each petal falls to the joy you bring.

Though worlds may part and oceans rise,

Your essence lingers in starlit skies.

I am your music, the echo profound,

Make me sing my Master; let love abound."

With every heartbeat, I am aligned,

In the tapestry of life we're entwined.

So hold me close as night turns to dawn,

For even apart, I am forever yours—on and on.

by Jules 

                        ☼☼☼ SALÍRIA'S ISLAND ☼☼☼

                       

                              Historical Summary

#Part 1: The Conquest of Salíria#

Saliria, formerly known as Sa-Torvis by pirates of Port Kar and other maritime cities, it was a clandestine and strategic trading point. Its isolated location and neglect from major powers made it a perfect place for illicit activities. However, this condition changed drastically when the cunning and ambitious Garon Torvor, then admiral in the service of the city-state of Ianda, decided to conquer it.

Admiral Garon Tor- Administrator of Salíria Island.vor 

Garon had known Salíria since his days as a corsair in Port Kar. Taking advantage of the element of surprise, he led a surgical and decisive attack, defeating the forces controlling the location. His victory was celebrated in Ianda, where his prestige increased significantly. He established Salíria as a strategic base, fortifying its defenses and organizing maritime operations to expand Ianda's influence.

However, success brought enemies. Disagreements with the military, magistrates and powerful merchants of Ianda culminated in his expulsion. The red caste dismiss him of his position as Admiral, the Merchants and Magistrates declared him outlaw and stripped him of his Home Stone, Garon was forced to abandon Ianda.

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# Part 2: The Salíria's Fall #

Even so, Garon refused to hand over Salíria peacefully. He and his men resisted bravely against the war fleet sent by Ianda, facing better equipped and experienced ships. Althouth the determination of its crew, the military superiority of the powerful city-state made resistance unsustainable.

Aware that defeat was inevitable, Garon trace a bold plan: abandon Salíria with a significant fleet and seek new opportunities in the vast Thassa. His escape was not only an survival act, but also an affirmation of his ambition.

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#Part 3: From Thassa to Vosk#

At Thassa, Garon began to act as a mercenary and corsair, offering his services to maritime cities that were primarily protective or involved in commercial disputes. His job as a naval strategist preceded him, and he quickly found work.

Eventually, his adventures took him to the Vosk River, a vital trade route to the continent. There, Garon faced a unique logistical challenge: transporting sea ships through the dense region between the Tamber coastline and the riverside of the Vosk. He hired a group of talented builders and engineers to design and build gigantic carriages, each with 8 axles and 16 wheels, reinforced with sophisticated damping and traction systems by enormousTharlarions's cargo.

After weeks of hard work, his fleet finally reached the Vosk, establishing a temporary base in the riverside towns. He became an indispensable figure, offering protection and aid in the military strengthening of small, vulnerable states along of the river.

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# Part 4: Rise in Olni #

 

Garon continued up the Vosk until reached Olni, a city strategically located on the Olni River, a affluent of the mighty Vosk. In Olni, he found a new opportunity to rebuild his life. Gracefulness to his naval expertise and the fame acquired along the way, he regained his citizenship and was accepted back into the Red Caste.

Determined to restore his honor, Garon devoted years to Olni's military service, gradually rising through the ranks. His skills in naval combat strategies and leadership abilities led him to become a prominent officer.

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# Part 5: The plan to Reconquer Salíria #

► Ianda and the Return to Chaos

While Garon consolidated his position in Olni, the Isle of Salíria, now abandoned by Ianda, once again became a haven for pirates, mercenaries and robbery. Its strategic location on the Thassa continued to attract those interested in controlling the shipping lanes, but the lack of solid leadership allowed chaos to reign.

Garon, understanding the strategic value of Salíria and determined to redeem his history with the island, proposed to the Olni leadership an audacious plan to retake the territory. His previous experience and his loyalty to the Red Caste ensured the necessary support for the mission.

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# Part 6: The Vosk Crossing – A Second Journey #

With a fleet of ships and loyal men, Garon gone from Olni toward Ven, the last trading post before the treasonable Vosk Delta. Knowing the need to cross the isthmus again to reach the Thassa, he hired the same builders who had built the imposing transport carriages years before.

This time, the carriages were even more robust, designed to support the weight of larger ships and equipped with more efficient traction systems. The journey through the villages along the way, however, was full of challenges. One of the villages, fearing reprisals from pirates or rival cities, denied assistance to the delegation. This forced Garon's men to camp in the open air, exposing themselves to attack.

Local mercenary groups, taking advantage of the troop's vulnerability, launched surprise attacks under the cover of night, employing guerrilla tactics. Despite the losses, the determination of Olni's Scarlets and Garon's relentless leadership repelled the enemies. This incident, however, left a deep impression on Garon, who promised revenge against those who had refused to help him.

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# Part 7: The Preparation in Brundisium #

After crossing the isthmus and reaching the coast of Tamber, the cortege arrived at the city-state of Brundisium, where they refueled and rested before follow to Salíria. Brundisium, a rich and influential city, saw potential in the alliance with Olni and offered generous supplies. Invigorate, Garon and his men embarked on the next stage of the mission.

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# Part 8: The Reconquest of Salíria #

Upon approaching Salíria, Garon discovered that the element of surprise had been compromised. Spies alerted the pirates to their arrival, allowing them to prepare for defense. The battle that followed was one of the hardest of his career.

The pirates, in large numbers and well armed, fought fiercely to maintain control of the island. Garon, however, did not retreat. He led his fleet in a series of coordinated attacks, facing not only the defenders but also unexpected storms and constant sabotage.

The battles dragged on for several hands, with numerous invasion attempts and counterattacks. The courage of the Olni Scarlets, motivated by the promise of honor and glory, was the difference. Finally, with great sacrifice, Salíria was reconquered. The island, now under the Home Stone of Olni, became a strategic territory, representing a significant advance for the city in controlling the Thassa.

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# Part 9: Olni establishes an Admiralty in Thassa #

The victory granted Garon the title of Admiral of Olni, and Salíria was transformed into an admiralty under his command. He began rebuilding the island, increase its defenses and establishing a formidable naval base.

However, the new position came with constant challenges. Pirates, corsair and even rival cities, uncomfortable with Olni's presence in Thassa, launched frequent attacks against Salíria. Garon's skill as a strategist and his unwavering resolve would be tested again and again as he fought to protect the island and consolidate and expand Olni's power in Shining Thassa.

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And now?

The seas and rivers of Gor are in constant dispute. Will Garon Torvor and his Scarlets be able to maintain dominance of Salíria or will they be overcome by enemy forces?

If you want to testify these events or take part in the epic battles, join us on this journey through the world of Gor.

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► Note:

► This narrative reinforces Garon's strategic and resilient character, in addition to expanding the events with more details about his path, his choices and the impact of his actions in the world of Gor within the RPG, which directly influence the historical context of the Island. The story of Salíria merges with the story of Garon. Everything was assembled based on the RPG character's experience within SL and his real trajectory.

► The choice of Olni as the City-State responsible for the island of Salíria is precisely because Olni was the last city in which Garon worked before taking a break from RPG, and also because he was very well received by the honorable citizens of the city, however, the events of Salíra do not interfere with the events of Olni within SL, and vice versa.

► The story focuses on an engaging narrative, full of challenges, twists and epic moments that capture the essence of a Gorean setting. Despite being short, it is rich in details and conveys both the brutal and vengeful nature, as well as the sometimes ambiguous and strategic honor, in addition to the ambition and greed that are characteristics of the character.

► The primary objective is to seek a balance between the battles, logistical difficulties and Garon's personal dramas, which gives depth to the character and the plot, making the journey exciting and thought-provoking, with the aim of building an excellent base that opens up margins for future expansions and even the development of new stories, giving the opportunity for other characters to appear throughout the plot.

- If you want to explore more events, or the political impact of the actions of Garon and the Isle of Salíria, just send me a message: I am open to creative minds and those who love the wonderful and at the same time brutal universe of Gor, and I will be delighted to receive them.

Ass: Admiral Garon Tor- Administrator of Salíria Island.vor 

 

OPEN HOUSE FOR VARN DEC 19th through the rest of 2024. The city formally opens after our annual New Years Eve Party, on January 1st 2025.

New V1 IC and OOC laws attached at the bottom.

What ever happened to Varn and the City of Varn? 

After years of steady presence and growth in SL GOR, as the owner of the Isle of LarTorvis,  I had ventured out and discovered the fine city of Varn many years ago, Varn is an Island paradise located in an archipelago near Worlds End. As it happened, the Regent and administrator of Varn,  after meeting me two years ago now,  on a trip to the city, decided to accept me and appointment me after a vote of the principles, as the Ubar of the City. I spent many months in that role, and then there was a major attack upon me and the city. I decided to save the City and purchased it as is. I stepped back and now that the war has ended, I am stepping down as Ubar of the Isles. I am now Commander and acting Administrator of the Isles again. I hope the peace lasts and the islands thrive now.  We are dedicated to the ways of Gor, the philosophy and art, the honor and the courage, the true GOR. The City has been repaired and is now ready for you.

"Oddly enough, one of the expressions in the tongue of Gor for our sun was Lar-Torvis, which means The Central Fire, another Pythagorean expression, except that it had not been, as I understand it, originally used by the Pythagoreans to refer to the sun but to another body. The more common expression for the sun was Tor-tu-Gor, which means Light Upon the Home Stone. There was a sect among the people that worshiped the sun, I later learned, ....."

Tarnsman of Gor page 16

After sailing into the west going toward the setting of the Tor tu Gor, he turned north, following the old map and finally found the isle of legend. The old dock was still there, barely standing. As the ship moved closer, he leapt from the starboard side onto the creaking weathered wood and pulled the mooring ropes tight. He turned and looked at the dense forest, noticing the ruins high on the rolling hills. He looked beyond and saw the soaring snow covered peaks of the ancient mountain range, creating a natural cove in which the fertile island sat. He turned and nodded, calling out in a deep voice "welcome home !"

UBAR

Introduction:

The Isle of the LarTorvis is a roleplay Gorean city, located in Thassa, due west in what is referred to as "Worlds End". Located in a small archipelago, the large island is home to the City of Varn. Taking from the first book in the series written by John Norman, Tarnsman of Gor, we are an Island chain where the worship of the Tor tu Gor is allowed.

 Nestled behind the largest smaller island nearby is the Valley of LarTorvis, 

It should be understood though, that since the development of the life style and rituals of this "sect" were not discussed in the books, we do not pretend to know these things, or create new non "BTB" situations, castes, etc..

We live largely as any other Gorean city, a simple Merchant Law trading port, fishing and hunting, harvesting and mining to create our valley and our legendary trade goods. We focus on surviving the typical threats to our life and prosperity much as any other Gorean city. 

Basic rules. 

1. Dress for Gor. do not show up for RP dressed non Gorean. 

((OOC events are always dress for fun, or the event theme))

Free men can wear weapons that are Gorean, carry bows or other period weapons. This is allowed but can not be used out of context or out of character to a Gorean RP scenario.

Free women can wear weapons that are Gorean, though most would wear daggers, and modest gowns, some females may wear leathers, or hides, and carry bows or other period weapons. This is allowed but can not be used out of context or out of character to a Gorean RP scenario.

Veils are not required however they are fine if so desired. Woman warriors may not use or carry broadswords ever.

2. Chose a character. Come with a story and be part of the RP. 

3. All RP is consensual at all times. You are not allowed to force capture or kill or force anything. This is a place for fun exciting RP. not arrogant ignorance.

4. No metered combat unless agreed to and meters selected in advance. The default meter here is the ZCS. Please wear that and either go to RP or Combat when here in RP. OOC or AFK is best for your home, or other non RP areas.

5. Slaves are the property of their owners. If a slave arrives or is left or otherwise comes here "unowned" they will be considered "owned" by the Isle. If the slave is a runaway, and the owner is determined, they will be returned minus a small fee for upkeep as necessary.

There is a 30 minute time limit on the dock, For any RP there are no hard and fast rules about number of lines etc. However, before any action is taken, at least three lines between the principles is required.

Have fun, let it rez, explore and interact. If a problem arises or a debate ensues, you will be asked to keep it in private rather than ruin RP in local, and if it can't be resolved I will moderate. However, I err on the side of fun appropriately Gorean RP, not nit-picky splitting of hairs. 

For our trading partners and friends, you and your property have safe passage and are encouraged to come visit often and enjoy the beauty and peace of the Isle's.

Any reports of abuse or inappropriate behavior will be investigated and can result in action.  

.Varndavar Magic 

Located in Thassa near Worlds End.

The  Archipelago is known as the "Isle's of LarTorvis" to the inhabitants.

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