I MET A WARRIOR FROM THE NORTH    (PORT  HUNJER-TRIPOD VILLAGE)

SIR ALBREGHT (JARL)

While wandering in vain through the Thing fair, I finally found someone near a tent with many northern insignia. I approached and was greatly surprised to meet a great warrior. I introduced myself, and he told me he was Albright, jarl of the village on the island of Hunjer. He was accompanied by a slave and a warrior named Tamiris, also armed to the teeth. The slave was a tall, blonde woman named Brandy. She had that name, she said, because she was in charge of distilling Brandy on her island. Out of respect, she gave me a small cask of that wonderful brandy. I took the opportunity to give them a copy of the newspaper. I said I couldn't read, but they would see the sketches I add to the articles.

LADY TOMINIS

They invited me to visit their village and advertise it for trade with the other peoples of Gor. I promised to visit them as soon as possible and that I would write about their island of Hunjer.

 official Gorean maps the Isle of Hunjer is a far northern island west of mainland Torvaldsland

Hunjer is more sizable than surrounding islands such as Skjern and Scagnar that are protectorates and under the control of Hunjer, its settlement larger than a steading or village as it has a large port complete with an expansive set of docks and shipyards that are owned by the High Jarl himself as well as warehouses, taverns, and other things you would find in a normal port city of Gor but of course in a complete Torvaldsland setting surrounding an inlet harbor where the vast fleet of Hunjer sits anchored when not out pillaging Thassa or plying their trade 

 

KAJIRA BRANDY

      Perched on a high hill just above the settlement rests a large but traditional longhouse where the High Jarl, Aerig Ironsail resides, governs Hunjer, and looks upon his holdings and those of his Captains who alongside fellow fierce warriors protect the Isle from attack.

Hunjer, its settlement larger than a steading or village as it has a large port complete with an expansive set of docks and shipyards that are owned by the High Jarl himself as well as warehouses, taverns, and other things you would find in a normal port city of Gor but of course in a complete Torvaldsland setting surrounding an inlet harbor where the vast fleet of  ships

Hunjer- Tripod  (village information)

Hunjer is one of the Northern Exchange Islands, a free port administered by members of the Merchant Caste. It is located far to the north, west of Torvaldsland. The island is known for its large port, complete with docks and shipyards, and is home to the High Jarl, Aerig Ironsail. Hunjer's settlement is larger than a steading or village, and it has warehouses, taverns, and other amenities typical of a port city. The island is also dotted with cottages and fields, reflecting the way of the North

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THE THING FAIR 30 MAY - 8 JUNE

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 THE SA FORA KEF DANCER (SFK)

The Sa Fora Kef (SFK) dancers promote Gorean kajira dance. The use of artificial  intelligence (AI) in dance has been an issue. I joked about it in a post to the SFK fan cub about AI. See below. AI has been an issue for kajira dancers.

My dancer  friend Mizuki took a picture of an SFK dance practice and sent it to her AI engine. AI deleted all the blondes!  My so-blonde conclusion was-- "OMG AI hates blondes. Blondes aredoomed."

SARAH

(AI on the right comes in slowly)

AI assistance came up in a kajira dance class I attended.

A kajira dance teacher wrote.."Without strong, evocative emotes, Gorean dance loses its essence. It becomes hollow, merely motion without meaning. This is why mastering emotes is crucial; they bridge the gap between the dancer and the observer, transforming simple gestures into moments of raw emotion and storytelling.."

I feel Gorean dance is an experience where the dancer brings the audience to her with emotes,movement and music.

Class members discussed using AI (Chat GPT in this case) to craft dance emotes.

Raw Chat GTP emote

"Drums of the Hunt

/me feels the pounding rhythm of the drums, their deep, primal beats echoing through the crowd...the throbbing stokes sends a shiver through her body, driving her movements into a emotional dance....her dark hair whips around her face as she twirls, bare feet kicking in wild abandon...the music's  tempo rises, urging her to faster movements  her body surrendering to the untamed music."

Tharna's first girl and I both use AI to brainstorm and get emote ides but don't use the AI verbatim. 

Another dancer felt differently:  She wrote "...if the Gorean dance is our voice, our truth to our sensuality. To what extent to use sentences or suggestions of an artificial intelligence that clearly has a whole framework of information that we have no way of experience. How far is this real?"

What do you think? Sarah, SFK First Girl

/me with a sultry, fluid motion she places her hands on her hips and begins to sway in dance, her body moves like a gentle breeze, her curves accentuated by the flickering fire light. as she dances with her beautiful sisters ...their nubile bodies sway, to the rhythm,

Each dancer, a blooming field.

Stories told, in gestures unfold,

Secrets in motion, beautifully bold.

The Sa Fora Kef (SFK) Dancers Previewed a "Kajira Whip Dance" video at Phoenix Studios sim last night. the video provides Gor  awareness on SL as part of SFK's mission and is fun to watch.

Tonight," said Ligurious, "I will give her to guardsmen. She will dance the whip dance, naked." There are many whip dances on Gor, of various sorts. In a context of this sort, presumably not in a tavern, and without music, the girl is expected to move, writhe and twist seductively before strong men. If she does not do well enough, if she is insufficiently maddeningly sensuous, the whips fall not about her, but on her.

Kajira of Gor     Book 19     Pp 157

Video urls

https://www.flickr.com/photos/197056688@N06/55304479345/in/dateposted/

https://mega.nz/file/j7hhACKR#i5KSYMaRff1Gfl8dLXsaIpeiSLZ_QNvtgA_hBYzWvHI

Picture of the Phoenix premier and shots from the new dance video.

SFK whip dance title

SFK whip dancers and musician

The Sa Fora Kef (SFK) dancers published a new video at Phoenix Studios, supporting their SL Gor awareness mission. The SFK kajirae and their musician dance through a magical forest on their way to the En'Kara Fair. The Sa Fora Kef dance troupe performed at En'Kara 2026.

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Here is the video url-under "Gemma Velvetleaf" in flickr

     https://flic.kr/p/2scHvE1

   

     

"One of their major markets, to which they generally arrange for the shipment of girls overland, is the Sardar Fairs, in particular that of En'Kara, which is the most extensive and finest."

Explorers of Gor     Book 13     Page 115

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"The fair of En'Kara occurs in the spring. It is the first fair in the annual cycle of the Sardar Fairs, gigantic fairs which take place on the plains lying below the western slopes of the Sardar Mountains. These fairs, and others like them, play an important role in the Gorean culture and economy. They are an important clearing house for ideas and goods, among them female slaves."

Players of Gor     Book 20     Page 8

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Insert dance in a dance 

Sarah Luxembourg (sara vermilion) can enroll you in the Sa Fora Kef fan club group. See Sarah and Asaeni dance at Phoenix studios  while an SFK  video played in "dance in a dance". 

 

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THE THING- fair 2026-29may to 8 june

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After a triumphant return in 2024 The Thing Assembly is now an annual tradition, and we are

proud to announce its return for 2026. The gathering officially beginning May 29th to June 8th , and we warmly invite all Torvaldsland villages, Northern kinships, and ALL of GOR to

take part in this historic and unifying event.

SARAH

Most of the men at the thing were free farmers, blond-haired, blue-eyed and proud, men with strong

limbs and work-roughened hands; many wore braided hair; many wore talmits of their district; for the thing

their holiday best had been donned; many wore heavy woolen jackets, scrubbed with water and bosk urine, 

which contains ammonia as it's cleaning agent; all were armed, usually with ax or sword; some wore

their helmets; others had them, with their shields, slung at their back. At the thing, to which each free man

must come, unless he work his farm alone and cannot leave it, each man must be present, for the

inspection of his Jarl's officer, a helmet, shield and either sword or ax or spear, in good condition~Marauders of Gor, page 142~

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THE  OASIS7PALMS TENT IN '' THE THINK FAIR''

Come and visit my tent  and take newspaper copy

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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.