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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darianeditor

 

THE THING-FAIR

All Goreans are invited to participate and visit the fair that will be held in the village of '' THE THING ''

They have already arrived from all over the planet to exhibit their products and sponsor their cities or villages.

Remember from May 30th to June 4th we will all be there. I will be there with the newspaper '' gazette of moons '' with new articles and new photographs

......darianeditor

 

THORHALL

By now the works in the Oasis were finished, only small details remained, but the builders would take care of everything.
  With Brjiana, my beloved partner, we were dealing with the newspaper, and many requests for newsstands came especially from the north.
   A Pirate who usually shuttles between the Oasis and the cities of the North, told us that a village named Thorhall was interested in our newspaper, because he was curious to know what was happening on the Planet. It is difficult for the Vikings of the north to be interested in reading, but obviously someone who has traveled to the South and knows the customs wants his people to learn the cultures of other peoples as well.
   As you well know, I do not like to stay still in the oasis to

 administer a quiet people, I prefer to navigate and discover new horizons and new Villages and cities of our planet, and we are also in the middle of winter, with the snow that has now covered the whole hemisphere. We decided that before the grand opening of the oasis, we could take a trip to that village called Thorhall.
   As usual, we loaded the ship with good wine and products from our land, along with carpets and perfumes that our perfumer was dedicated to inventing, and she was also very successful.
While I was personally checking the preparations on the ship, the Countess Irene arrived with her ship, passing through, returning from the island of Landa, she did not know about our trip, so after she had him visit the new Oasis and placed in an empty house, the we invited to the palace for as long as we would still stay, after which we said goodbye and left early in the morning, the sky was clear there were no clouds on the horizon and a light breeze was blowing from the south, the sea slightly rippled by the wind was flapping below the bow, many Vulo birds passed through their migration was a good omen for a peaceful journey.   We headed north. after two days of navigation, having crossed the great gulf of Thassa, towards evening we were in sight of the archipelago of Cos, we would have stopped only to load the best wine on the planet together with the much sought-after Jad grappa.
 We left the next day at high tide and headed for Hammersgaard, the village we know further north, we would have stopped for a map, from the commander of  city.

   In winter, venturing into the ice is not advisable unless you have a good map of the area, and the village Cartographer gave me a fairly accurate one, so the next morning we left for the village of Thorhall, we reached the area in the evening, we could see the signal fires on the rocks, but we waited for the morning to dock and go ashore, we did not find anyone around, but we know the people in winter live in the great hall all together, so we went up the steep road and arrived at the entrance, after having knocked we entered, we found some Warriors and free women sitting at the tables and some slaves strictly naked as required by the Northern law, who went around to serve.
    They called the wife of the village commander who arrived immediately after, I explain that his companion was seriously ill, I explain that his consort was seriously ill, but I believe that Sir Dante was asleep or was engaged with some kajira and that she knew nothing about what he had arranged for the newspaper, she said she would meet the council of elders to decide, but not earlier than a week or two (barbarian time), we disappointed we left the village, not after exchanging wine and perfumes for skins that we had sold at our market.

    Returning to the ship I told the Commander to prepare everything that the next day at high tide we would leave for the Oasis.
  This time we weren't happy with our trip, but not always everything goes as we would like it to be

darianelnairad