Saturday, 25 July 2026

 


 

 ESCAPE FROM THE NORTH

 

   After the first day in that village, I realized that it was not the life I wanted, seeing lewd men and women eating and drinking and making love even in the presence of others was against my culture as a high caste Scribe, and Magistrate, I was in a lot of pain, Lady Chiara with her always lewd companion, accompanied by male and female slaves, I realized that the woman I had loved was not that one.

      I suffered a lot, having those slaves willing to do anything at my feet didn't make for a better life, one day while talking to a merchant, who had also stayed in the village due to the snow and ice, he told me that Lady BB, the woman I adopted after the death of my mother, she lived in a village called Finnur fjiord, not far from here, I would have waited for spring to arrive and go down with some ship to Finnur, where I hoped to reunite with my adoptive family, luckily the winter did not it was very long, so after having said goodbye and thanked everyone including Chiara I left that village, without nostalgia, I had suffered those months stuck eating and lounging in the great Hall.
   
     Once we reached Finnur fjiord a bad surprise awaited me, my mother had left with my adoptive father Sir Mith for another village called Windermeer, many miles further south, he was a great builder and went from one place to another where they required the his work.
   
I stayed just long enough to take another ship that went down the coast from village to village to that new place, but even there they told me that my parents had left,
and this time for a city named Jasmine, I was very disappointed, the possibility of reuniting with family was once again gone.

      The life of those Viking villages was not for me, I suffered when I saw those half-savages, they had no laws, no one wrote or read and they spent their free time drinking in the taverns:

One day a slaver told me about a large and beautiful city in the Cos archipelago, its name was Svago, he told me that they had three Kennels (slave houses), and it was located on two levels, on the upper floor lived the high castew and was accessed both from the woods and from a device such as a wooden platform operated by ropes connected to wheels that the slaves turned and the wooden surface rose, I would finally be able to return to civilization and work as a Scribe or Magistrate.

     I left for that new adventure, I didn't know what I was going to encounter, but I loved working in big cities, so I boarded a Pirate ship headed to the Cos archipelago, they would load them with the best wine on the planet and take me to the south, the journey it wasn't one of the best, at that time of year the sea was always very rough due to the spring cyclones, and I practically didn't move from my bed.

     We finally arrived in that large port, many ships were at the docks, and people filled the large square in front of the port, I stopped at the inn on the left just outside the dock, I ordered a Pay, and I looked around trying to understand how they lived, the the lower city was mainly built on a long road that from the prisons and the bank reached a large square, where the merchants had their stalls, from there stairs went up to the upper forest.

     A slave accompanied me to the guard post, a Captain offered to take me to the high caste area, I guided myself to that new instrument which I carried on it in a short time, dropped me off in front of the Chief Scribe's office, and left saying goodbye , the palace was located at the end of a beautiful square full of flowerbeds and benches, with many flowers and fountains, I sat outside the door, greeting the guard on duty and watched the people coming and going, mostly women, I was curious that there were so many women in front of the caste buildings, it wasn't a good sign, then I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, I saw my whole life up until then in an instant, and I tried to imagine the future...... ..continues


 

 WEDDING IN THENTIS


    I have been living in my oasis for too long, nothing special has happened lately, only the arrival of the slave Lola who I had met on my travels, but she also left with her master, then nothing important, some time ago some people arrived. Pani builders, they stopped in the oasis and I commissioned them to build a house near the beach in Pani style, and I must say they did a good job.

   The other day a message arrived from a slave of Lady Sabayna, she lives in the city of Isfahan, she announced Lady Monica's marriage to Sir Euronymous, I don't remember this man, when I lived in Thentis he wasn't there, attached to the message was the invitation to participate in the ceremony, and after consulting with my elders, together with the Commander of the guards, I decided to accept, I wanted to, I wanted to see my old city again, where I had been a Magistrate, I lived there with lady Brjianna my companion, later I run away with an Opal hunter.

   Of course the journey was long, so I decided to take a tarn and fly to the coast on the Worsk river, from there I would cross the river and go up the Olni river passing through the city continuing to the city of Sais, up to Thentis, it wasn't at all the journey was easy, I had forgotten the effort of flying on the tarns, but in the end I arrived in Olni, bad news was waiting for me in the city, everyone was in mourning and I didn't know who had died until, in front of the stairs leading to the large gate, a guard told me that lady Lucy Bronet, the one who had been my teacher in the Scribe class together with lady Janette, had passed away, I don't know how or what had caused her death, I had seen her in the city of Geela at the wedding of Jovan the last time, everyone was sad, I thought there was no point in stopping, I would do it on the way back, I continued the journey.

     I arrived in Thentis, it was already evening, all the guests were already seated in their seats, a slave accompanied me to a bench at the end, I shared it with the Captain of the Thentis guard, Lady Monica meanwhile was at the end of the patio, nervously walking the future Comrade Sir Euronymous was late, and to my great surprise behind the altar as Officiant I recognized Lady Shaya, an old acquaintance of mine, she followed me to Port Victoria but then her brother called her back to complete her studies as a Scribe, she had a beautiful dress embroidered with gold thread, and she too was nervously fiddling with parcels and mugs


     The ceremony took place regularly, everything went well, in the end after the ritual greetings, we went to the tables set up outside the tavern for a small refreshment, I spoke with Monica about the past and the present and it all ended with the arrival of a sailor who he invited us to go to the port because the ship was leaving.
   I said goodbye to everyone and walked away with a hint of nostalgia, I had had a good time in that city, but my partner convinced me to build my own city, but then it fell miserably and she ran away.

Thursday, 23 July 2026

 

send by  WILLIAM CANVER


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Scribes who would like to be a presenter at this years symposium or take part in the mock trail please send a notecard to William Carver or Tʋʋli Hiɱʋɾɑ Bσɑ (tuuli.moonchild) with Subject, Date and Time you would like to speak.  


# 📜 **The City of Besnit Proudly Presents** 📜


# **The Besnit Symposium of Scribes**


### *September 11–13, 2026*


The City of Besnit proudly invites the Scribes of Gor to gather for three days of scholarship, discussion, and fellowship at the Besnit Symposium of Scribes.


This symposium is dedicated to the pursuit and sharing of knowledge, bringing together Scribes from cities across Gor to exchange ideas, discuss the traditions and responsibilities of the Scribe Caste, and strengthen the bonds that unite those who preserve the written word.


While the symposium is centered upon the Scribe Caste, all are welcome to attend. Warriors, Merchants, Builders, Physicians, Initiates, Administrators, and citizens alike will find value in the wisdom and experience shared throughout the event.


## 📖 Symposium Presentations


Throughout the three-day symposium, distinguished Scribes will present lectures and discussions on topics including:


* Gorean law and legal traditions

* History and culture

* Administration and governance

* Record keeping and archives

* Education and mentorship

* Research and scholarship

* Other subjects chosen by our guest speakers


Attendees will have opportunities to ask questions, engage in thoughtful discussion, and exchange ideas with Scribes from across the Gorean world.


## ⚖️ Featured Event: Mock Trial


A highlight of the symposium will be a live **Mock Trial**, demonstrating the Gorean judicial process from investigation through judgment. Guests will witness the duties of Scribes, Magistrates, advocates, witnesses, and citizens as a fictional legal case unfolds before the assembly.


Whether you are new to Gorean roleplay or an experienced participant, this presentation promises to be both educational and entertaining.


## 📅 Event Information


**Dates:** September 11–13, 2026


**Location:** Event Center, City of Besnit


**Admission:** Open to all.


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Join us in Besnit as we celebrate the pursuit of knowledge, the traditions of the Scribe Caste, and the enduring value of scholarship. We look forward to welcoming Scribes and honored guests from across Gor to an annual gathering of learning and fellowship.


Scribes who would like to be a presenter at this years symposium or take part in the mock trail please send a notecard to William Carver or Tʋʋli Hiɱʋɾɑ Bσɑ (tuuli.moonchild) with Subject, Date and Time you would like to speak.  

 DARIAN  WILL BACK SOON 

HE LIVE NEW LONG TRAVEL  AND WILL WRITE  NEW ADVENTURES  SOON  

THANK AT MY BEST FRIENDS AND MY READERS... i love you all  





Sunday, 5 July 2026

 



RAVEN
The new dance group in the city of "DE LA CRUZ"
Yesterday finally saw the inauguration of Sir Raven's new dance group. I've been promoting it in the newspaper for a long time, and finally it happened.
Many people, friends, and acquaintances, gathered on the steps of the theater in the city of De La Cruz, admiring the theater's beautiful choreography and the dancers who took turns on stage.
I took some photos that I'll post below, so you too can admire the beauty of the sets and the atmosphere of the evening.
I hope you enjoyed it, and I thank Sir Raven for his hospitality. 















 




















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Thursday, 2 July 2026

 send by Sarah

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        🐊 TRAVELOG: THE VILLAGE OF KURTZAL 🐊

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⚓ A Stopover on the Muddy Banks of Gor ⚓


To the high-flying Tarnsman, Kurtzal appears as little 

more than a smudge of brown clay and wooden docks hugging 

the banks of the river. It is a humble settlement, lacking 

the grand, multi-tiered cylinders of Ar or the architectural 

pride of Ko-ro-ba. Yet, for the merchants pulling the massive 

river barges (flotas) up from Kasra, Kurtzal is an essential, 

albeit exhausting, reality of Gorean commerce. 


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👃 THE ATMOSPHERE: SWEAT, SILT, & THARLARION

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Arriving by flat-bottomed river barge, the first thing 

that hits you is the scent. It is a heavy mix of river silt, 

the pungent musk of sun-baked tharlarion (the giant, reptilian 

beasts used for draft labor), and the sharp tang of cheap 

Pagus—the fermented grain beer favored by the lower castes.


Kurtzal is a town of loading and unloading. The architecture 

consists primarily of low, squat buildings constructed of 

sun-dried mud brick and rough-cut timber hauled down from the 

northern forests. The streets are unpaved, turning into a 

thick, clinging mire whenever the river swells or a seasonal 

downpour hits.


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📦 LIFE ON THE DOCKS

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The heartbeat of the village is entirely dictated by the 

arrival of the merchant vessels. Because the river rapids grow 

treacherous further north, larger deep-draft barges must 

transfer their cargoes here to smaller, nimbler rivercraft 

or overland caravans bound toward the Vosko region.


• 👥 THE LABORERS: Members of the Peasant Caste and various 

  un-casted laborers work under the blistering sun, their 

  backs glistening with sweat as they haul crates of Vulo 

  eggs, casks of river-grain, and heavy textiles.

• 🧂 THE GOODS: Occasionally, one catches the distinct 

  metallic scent of ironwork from the northern mountains or 

  the unmistakable cylindrical crates of Red Salt moving up 

  from the mines of Kasra. 


───────────────────────────────────────────

🍻 NOTABLE LOCAL ESTABLISHMENTS

───────────────────────────────────────────

⚠️ TRAVELER'S ADVISORY: Do not expect the luxury of a high-city 

tavern here. The local establishments serve a utilitarian purpose.


🔥 THE LAUGHING KAJIRA

The largest tavern overlooking the main wharf. It is a raucous, 

dim, and smoky dive where the tables are thick planks of wood 

resting on old barrels. 


╔═════════════════════════════════════════╗

        🐊 TRAVELOG: THE VILLAGE OF KURTZAL 🐊

╚═════════════════════════════════════════╝


⚓ A Stopover on the Muddy Banks of Gor ⚓


To the high-flying Tarnsman, Kurtzal appears as little 

more than a smudge of brown clay and wooden docks hugging 

the banks of the river. It is a humble settlement, lacking 

the grand, multi-tiered cylinders of Ar or the architectural 

pride of Ko-ro-ba. Yet, for the merchants pulling the massive 

river barges (flotas) up from Kasra, Kurtzal is an essential, 

albeit exhausting, reality of Gorean commerce. 


───────────────────────────────────────────

👃 THE ATMOSPHERE: SWEAT, SILT, & THARLARION

───────────────────────────────────────────

Arriving by flat-bottomed river barge, the first thing 

that hits you is the scent. It is a heavy mix of river silt, 

the pungent musk of sun-baked tharlarion (the giant, reptilian 

beasts used for draft labor), and the sharp tang of cheap 

Pagus—the fermented grain beer favored by the lower castes.


Kurtzal is a town of loading and unloading. The architecture 

consists primarily of low, squat buildings constructed of 

sun-dried mud brick and rough-cut timber hauled down from the 

northern forests. The streets are unpaved, turning into a 

thick, clinging mire whenever the river swells or a seasonal 

downpour hits.


───────────────────────────────────────────

📦 LIFE ON THE DOCKS

───────────────────────────────────────────

The heartbeat of the village is entirely dictated by the 

arrival of the merchant vessels. Because the river rapids grow 

treacherous further north, larger deep-draft barges must 

transfer their cargoes here to smaller, nimbler rivercraft 

or overland caravans bound toward the Vosko region.


• 👥 THE LABORERS: Members of the Peasant Caste and various 

  un-casted laborers work under the blistering sun, their 

  backs glistening with sweat as they haul crates of Vulo 

  eggs, casks of river-grain, and heavy textiles.

• 🧂 THE GOODS: Occasionally, one catches the distinct 

  metallic scent of ironwork from the northern mountains or 

  the unmistakable cylindrical crates of Red Salt moving up 

  from the mines of Kasra. 


───────────────────────────────────────────

🍻 NOTABLE LOCAL ESTABLISHMENTS

───────────────────────────────────────────

⚠️ TRAVELER'S ADVISORY: Do not expect the luxury of a high-city 

tavern here. The local establishments serve a utilitarian purpose.


🔥 THE LAUGHING KAJIRA

The largest tavern overlooking the main wharf. It is a raucous, 

dim, and smoky dive where the tables are thick planks of wood 

resting on old barrels. 




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Friday, 26 June 2026

 DARK RUINE OUTSPOT-SHAERYN

http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Shaeryn/13


I had received an invitation from Sir Stal, a great warrior and Jarl of the village of Dark Ruin. He invited me to visit his village now that it's the height of summer, and navigation is easy now that there's no snow and ice on the sea.

sir Stal

As soon as I arrived at the small port, he enthusiastically welcomed me, along with a lady who had also arrived the day before. He was delighted, and I thanked him heartily. Then, after we stopped to drink some delicious craft beer, he took us on a tour of all the village's best spots.



lady Kate























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     ESCAPE FROM THE NORTH       After the first day in that village, I realized that it was not the life I wanted, seeing lewd men and wome...