Thursday, 17 September 2026

 A JOURNEY BACK IN TIME: "SHIP ROCK"





Once the fair at the Oasis of the Two Scimitars had ended, I wanted to return to my own Oasis of the Seven Palms. I had already visited the Oasis of the Nine Wells—and even published an article about it—so I decided to cross the Thahari Desert, aiming first for the city of Kassar and then Kamras. From there, I planned to take a ship to the island of Landa and finally return to my Oasis and my Gorean Gallery.


The journey was neither easy nor short; crossing the desert is never without risk, but fortunately, everything went well. We reached Kamras and pitched our tents, intending to wait for a ship to Landa. However, the morning we arrived, we learned that Torvie warriors had attacked the city, and there was no news regarding the outcome of the assault.




 









After consulting the maps, I decided the best course of action was to reach Korat, further north; from there, we could take a ship bound for Anango, which lay along the route to my Oasis.

We set off again a few days later, skirting the Shendi Forest and crossing the Thassa Mountains before finally arriving in Korat.

I remember that city well; I had been brought there as a child while fleeing our Oasis. My brother Orlando and I had been saved from the massacre of the entire El Nairad family by a slave woman. The Ubar first entrusted us to the city’s Notary, Sir Scorpius—an elderly, solitary man who spent all his time in the Scribes' Tower amidst his paperwork. It was he who taught us the fundamentals of the Scribe’s craft, but he eventually passed away due to old age, and we were adopted by Lady BB Arliss and her husband, Sir Mith, a builder who had been hired for projects in the city. During our stay in the city of Korat, we often went down to the port in the valley—Korat was built on a plateau overlooking the valley. The port village was called Ship Rock; it wasn't very large, but it had an area where I remember fishing contests taking place—we children would happily watch those tournaments.

Our first impression upon arriving at Ship Rock was one of surprise; I remembered a small village, but now it was a town well-protected by high walls and large gates. Lady Tani, the Ubara, was delighted to welcome us. I told her about the time we had spent there long ago—though she barely remembered it; so many years have passed since then, and everything has changed, yet she is still there. I stopped and visited the city (I will include some sketches below); time will tell what I do next, but sooner or later, I will have to return to my Oasis of the Seven Palms



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Monday, 14 September 2026


news from Gor



🌩️ The Waters of Thunder Mountain: A Flamboyant Account of Gorean Fertility


There are places on the Barbarian world where people have travelled for centuries to “take the waters”, St. Moritz, Bath, Baden‑Baden, Saratoga Springs. Spa towns where mineral‑rich springs were believed to heal, strengthen, and even restore vigor to the weary. Goreans, of course, are no strangers to such notions. Scrolls make references to fertility, the Priest‑Kings themselves are said to have shaped the cycles of life, birth, and renewal across the Counter‑Earth.



But now, a new rumor rises - no, erupts - from the slopes of the Thunder Mountain.􀀁􀀀


Something is happening in the waters.

Something fertile.

Something Gorean.

Something… Thunderous.


🌿 A Peculiarity of the Mountain

Thunder Mountain has always been a crossroads: pilgrims bound for the Sardar, travellers seeking wisdom, initiates passing through on their sacred duties. The city that shares its name has long been known for hospitality, warmth, and the ever‑present rumble of the mountain’s voice.


But recently, a new phenomenon has taken root.



Three companionships.

Three pregnancies.

And whispers of a fourth.


In Gorean terms, this is no small matter. Fertility is not merely biological, it is civic, spiritual, and deeply woven into the fabric of caste life. Gorean fertility is influenced by:


the strength of the land, the purity of water, the vitality of the people and the blessings (or whims) of Priest‑Kings. Thunder Mountain, it seems, has all four.


πŸ’§ The Waters Themselves

The waters that flow from the Mountain are fed by mineral veins deep within the stone, ancient channels carved long before the first Gorean city was raised. They are clear, cold, and alive with the peculiar energy that only mountain springs possess and now? they appear to be encouraging fertility.

 

Women of the city, Free Women and slaves alike, have begun to speak of, renewed cycles,

strengthened vitality, and unexpected quickening.


The Builders have recently along with the new city been channeling new aqueducts from deeper into the mountain following the disaster that befell the population when many were lost. The Physicians swear the water is clean. The Initiates are silent meaning the Priest‑Kings have not spoken. Yet the pregnancies continue.


🌸 A City Becoming Known for Birth

Thunder Mountain is becoming something rare on Gor: A fertility city. 


The great disaster which will be spoken of at another time meant that there was 100's of people killed, sent to the city of Dust through the toxin poured into the waters by one hand. 


The life and heart of the city nearly stopped beating entirely, with those who survived or were out of the city, with a few hands of the strongest and most loyal they are now witnessing this rebalancing, it is as if the priest kings have blessed those who live within its walls with more than hope, but of life itself.


Not officially, of course. No scribe has yet dared to inscribe such a claim into the city’s records. But Goreans talk. Travellers gossip. Pilgrims whisper. And the rumor spreads faster than a tarn on a tailwind.


Three pregnancies in rapid succession—each from different companionships—has caused the city’s women to look at their cups of mountain water with new curiosity.


Is it the minerals? Is it the numerous lightning strikes imbuing the waters with life and energy? Perhaps its the altitude? The thunder itself? Or something older, deeper, and more Gorean?


No one knows, but everyone is watching.


🌺 Should Travellers Take the Waters?

Whether the waters will work for travellers, pilgrims, or those journeying onward to the Sardar remains to be documented. Its true their physician sees each of those who wishes to go on, the City records pilgrims who adventure through its gates or stay at its Inn. But this, this is new, Gorean fertility is famously unpredictable, sometimes generous, sometimes stubborn, sometimes entirely dependent on the whims of Priest‑Kings.


But one thing is certain:


Those who wish for children should consider a trip to Thunder Mountain. Not for miracles.

Not for guarantees. But for the quiet, persistent rumor that the Mountain is blessing those who dwell beneath it.


A hidden blessing.

A mountain’s gift.

A thunderous promise.


🌩️ Thunder Mountain: Where Fertility Finds Its Voice

The city has always been warm.

It has always been welcoming.

It has always been alive.


But now? It is fertile.


And Goreans, practical, earthy, life‑bound Goreans are beginning to take notice.


If you seek companionship, renewal, or the hope of children, the path to Thunder Mountain may be worth the journey. The waters flow. The land thrives. And the Mountain, ever rumbling, seems to be whispering:


“Come. Drink. Grow.”

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Invitation to the Scribe Summit in Thunder Mountain


Ladies and Gentlemen,

Esteemed masters and mistresses of the quill,


We hereby cordially invite you to a banquet hosted by the High Caste of Scribes to mark the conclusion of their summit at Thunder Mountain.


Date: Sunday, 27th September 2026, 12.00.00 SLT


Amidst fine food and drink, good company, and—we hope—high spirits, we aim to nourish not only the body but also the mind and soul. We therefore encourage all guests to contribute to the evening’s varied program.


Whether it be a song, a poem, a story, a dance, or any other performance that delights the heart and mind—let the arts know no bounds this evening.

If you possess a hidden talent, a cherished anecdote, or a hitherto undiscovered inclination for the stage, do not hesitate to share this treasure with the assembled company.


We look forward to an evening filled with eloquent words, grand gestures, small surprises, and—we hope—performances that will be spoken of for a long time to come.


Come, dine, and take the stage!


With the utmost regard

and in joyful anticipation of the evening ahead


The Committee for the Preparation of the Scribe's Summit in Thunder Mountain


If possible, please contact Khan Hermes ((prinzensaft resident)) if you would like to contribute

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 Weapon Rules


The following details the types of weapons that may be used, whether during a raid or otherwise.


I Men


Melee weapons: Swords, spears, whips, poleaxes, needles, axes, slaver's goads, knives, and fists.


Ranged weapons: Bows and crossbows.


A man may use any weapon permitted for a woman, though he must accept the consequences of tarnishing his reputation.


II Women


Melee weapons: Daggers, fans, hairpins, slaver's goads, whips, etc. They may also use any slave weapon.


All weapons are expected to be set to the lowest possible power setting.


They may not use swords, spears, axes, needles, etc.


A woman using a weapon without apparent cause may face severe punishment.


III Slaves


A slave may use weapons but risks punishment. Attacking a free person with a weapon is punishable by death.


Kajiri (male slaves): May use any weapon permitted for a man.


Kajira (female slaves): May use any weapon permitted for a woman, but may not use ranged weapons.

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Sunday, 13 September 2026

 



RETURN TO THE DESERT



THE FAIR AT THE OASIS OF THE TWO SCIMITARS


 

sir Strada Tyran-admin


 


lady Rayn Blackstone


THE FAIR AT THE OASIS OF THE TWO SCIMITARS


I had already settled into the new village of Hammersgaard. The beautiful warrior named Naniamica had been with me for many years. She had assigned me a large house with an office, kitchen, and bedroom upstairs, and a place to sleep for her slave. Summer was almost over, but it was still pleasant. The sun was shining high in the sky, and the inhabitants were beginning to return from their trade trips south.

It was one of them who gave me a message from Sir Trygg, the representative of the GMA (Gor Merchants' Association). He told me that the end-of-summer fair would soon be held at the Oasis of the Two Scimitars, and he invited me to participate as the Oasis of the Seven Palms and as the editor of the Gazette of the Three Moons.

I said goodbye to Nani and the few inhabitants who had arrived and set off on my ship, destination Bazi. I would then organize a caravan to the great Thahari desert. I had already visited a fair in that oasis many years ago, but now everything had changed. The oasis has changed; it is now protected by high walls and gates, with many warriors guarding the entrance. It was already evening when I arrived. By now, everyone had set up their stalls. I waited for them to assign me one for my oasis, and I worked all night to set it up.


The next morning, when I left my tent, many people crowded the central avenue where the stalls were set up. I met many friends, including Sir Trygg, Lady Mae, Pasha Congo Rashid of the Tashid oasis, Lady Sabayna with her perfumes, and many others. I will include sketches of them at the end of the article, along with sketches of the stalls with all the products, and some photos of picturesque corners of the oasis.


In the evening, Initiate Tariq performed a blessing. I won't post photos of this in the temple, but it was a beautiful ceremony.

Thanks to the administrator of the Oasis of the Two Scimitars for organizing and welcoming us, and thanks to you for reading. (Don't forget to visit the large Gorean gallery in my Oasis of the Seven Palms; I'll provide the address below.)


In the evening, Initiate Tariq performed a blessing. I won't post photos of this in the temple, but it was a beautiful ceremony.

Thanks to the administrator of the Oasis of the Two Scimitars for organizing and welcoming us, and thanks to you for reading. (Don't forget to visit the large Gorean gallery in my Oasis of the Seven Palms; I'll provide the address below.

http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Waterfalls%20of%20Wonder/191/242/24

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 A JOURNEY BACK IN TIME: "SHIP ROCK" Once the fair at the Oasis of the Two Scimitars had ended, I wanted to return to my own Oasis...