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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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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send by SARAH

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THE THING- fair 2026-29may to 8 june

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send by Sarah

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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.

 

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For some time, I had been living in the castle of Lady Ralush, my companion and lover, in a medieval setting with knights and damsels. I had arrived on planet Earth after a long journey, having departed with others from my planet, Gor. A twin planet to Earth but located on the opposite side of the sun, the two planets, though twins, would never have seen or known each other if one day an Earth spaceship had not landed on Gor. This happened many years before I was born, and the wise elders recount it in the old books written by the Initiates, a sort of intermediary Priests for the Priest Kings, the rulers of the planet.

I had been at the castle for some time with that beautiful woman, a warrior, who fought against the knights like a man. When I met her, wandering through the valleys of that region, she took me with her. She asked me my name. I told her that on my planet, my name was Ulysses, a name given to me by my father, a lover of Greek literature, books jealously guarded in libraries where anyone can read them to learn the history of our peoples.

       It is said that the Priest Kings, highly intelligent animals with the appearance of large ants, were a community run by their mother, the queen, but out of a thirst for power, they fought among themselves for control of the planet.

It is said that when the Earth spaceship landed on Gor, with their deadly weapons, they tried to conquer the planet, but the Priest Kings, extremely intelligent, built tunnels around the spaceship, a series of tunnels that served to capture those men who landed with their weapons. Those who fell into those traps became prisoners and were taken to the iron, copper and gold mines. For those very intelligent ants, understanding the technology of that spaceship was child's play, so they decided to invade Planet Earth in turn to populate Gor with men and women to increase life.

On Earth, they captured the strongest men and most skilled fighters, builders, doctors, and the most beautiful women they encountered. The Earth's population was defenseless against these monsters who could read their minds and understand their intentions. They captured men and women from every region, from the far north to the southern deserts, Vikings and raiders, pirates and traders. When they completed their cargo, they set off again, not forgetting to capture women destined for slavery and the service of the castes.

What they initially did was insert a microchip into the prisoners' brains that allowed them to control them. At the same time, those who had reached the age of 25 were injected with the elixir of long life and the ability to avoid getting sick like on their planet.

Their headquarters were located in the Sardar mountains, east of the great valley. They lived in deep, impassable caves; anyone who tried to reach them died. Only the Initiates, that is, faithful and devoted men, acted as intermediaries between the Priest Kings and the Elders, destined to promulgate the laws entrusted to them from time to time. A true hierarchy of command was established, creating in each city under construction towers with five rings for as many Castes, consisting of the following orders on the first ring with the following outfits:

White - initiates

Blue - scribes, magistrates

Green - doctors and healers

Yellow - builders, palaces and ships

Red - warriors and combatants

- the rings started from the top of the tower down to the ground floor, then the Subcastes were determined, mainly made up of Merchants. Everything was well organized and functional. For each city, command was given to a great Warrior-fighter whom they called Ubar, while in the North, where there were no castes, the government was headed by a Jarl, or a Tatrix. In the South, however, in the desert, the terrestrial roles were maintained, that is, creating Oases and giving power to the Pashas or Emirs. The only obligation was to undertake the journey to the Sanctuary in the plain below the Sardar mountains where they injected them. Elysium and the microchip...

My adventure began in the city of Egeria. I had arrived there at the invitation of Sir Darian Bonetto, a great Gorean at the time we met. We immediately became friends. He had the same name as me, and I always wondered why, until one day he confessed to me that he too was a knight of Lady Ralush, and had gotten his name from her. We shared the same history and the same loves.

I arrived in the city without knowing anyone, but many spoke my Earth dialect, so I immediately tried to get to know them. But as often happens, not everyone agreed. I often encountered unfamiliar situations, and I was often uneasy. So I decided to set out into the unknown in search of a livable city where I could surely prove my worth.

or value.

I heard of a city ruled by Sir Ming, with his companion Lady Chiara, and I headed in that direction. The city was called Falsworth. There I met the beautiful Betty. She was a farmer at the time and spent her time cultivating the fields and fishing in the sea outside the walls. With Lady Chiara and Sir Ming, I immediately hit it off; I lived with them and worked. I was still nobody, just a simple citizen, and I would later go to the University of Scribes.

One day, a slaver arrived in the city with a very beautiful slave girl for sale, a tall, dark-amber-colored girl with very long hair and fiery lips. I busied myself buying her and bringing her to my house, but Sir Ming never let any opportunity slip. He wanted her for himself, sparking the jealousy of Lady Chiara, who, after many arguments, was chased away by Ming, who freed the slave and married her (who later died in real life). Lady Chiara fled to the North, specifically to Finnursborg, and I followed her because I had always been in love with that beautiful woman. In that northern village, I couldn't find my home; we lived in caves. After saying goodbye to Chiara, I left for Hammersgaard, a Viking village, where I met good and happy people and lived with them for a while until I returned south to live in the city of Cartassa, where Lady BB Arliss adopted me along with her companion, Sir Mith.

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 A GREAT ADVENTURE

DARIAN MET THE PRIEST
KING

We set off at dawn on a morning that promised to be warmer than usual.

     Brjiana wanted to join us on this new adventure. I had received a message from a tribal chief of a village just outside the Thahari Desert, which was part of my territory. He was asking for help with some strange disappearances that had been occurring in the village for some time.

As Emir of the Oasis, I was concerned; he had never heard of unexplained disappearances, and that was strange enough even for the inhabitants of my Oasis.

I took some trusted guards with me, not many to be honest; I didn't think there could be any great danger. I left the first Commander at the Oasis, and the Captain of the Guards came with me, a trustworthy man, though a bit stubborn in his interpretations. After crossing part of the desert, we entered the forest where the village was located. I had forgotten how difficult it was to walk in the forest; I had lived in the desert for years.

After a few days of walking through that damned forest, we finally saw smoke rising high into the sky from a high hill, and we were all happy; we'd rest and eat something hot after days of walking.

The village chief was a burly, dark-skinned man, dressed in a long robe, with very long hair tied back at the nape of his neck and an unkempt beard. He explained to me that in recent months, many men had disappeared without a trace, without reporting or leaving a trace. I was very worried: if it had been the work of the Black Panthers, they would surely have left some trace. They like to let everyone know about their raids; I didn't think Merchants or Slavers would go that far. They couldn't have sold slaves without documents, and a voluntary escape seemed unlikely.

We studied the map of the area with the Captain and the Guide, to find a safe route and begin our search. The next day, after a night's rest, we gathered supplies and plenty of water and began our reconnaissance. Toward afternoon, the forest began to thin out, but a thick blanket of fog enveloped the area. That part of the forest wasn't marked on any map. We continued until we found ourselves beneath a high fence made of large, impassable logs. We set up camp and tents near some rocks, keeping the fence in sight—we were safe from any surprises—and we prepared for the night, organizing our guard shifts.

 

The next morning, we awoke ready to inspect the great palisade. In the distance, we spotted a figure slowly approaching. We hid behind a large rock and waited until we saw a strange warrior wrapped in strange bandages around his body, a very tall, dark-skinned man, like someone imported from planet Earth, something never seen before, not even among the barbarians who populate the planet.

I ordered everyone to remain hidden and went out, trying to contact the man, who, upon seeing me, became aggressive, adopting a combative stance. I unsheathed my scimitar, but to my surprise, the man, with a superhuman leap, attempted to attack me, colliding with me. As our bodies collided, he transformed into two identical men, a cloning process never seen before. The guards intervened in the fight, and we quickly gained the upper hand, killing both of them. They reverted to human bodies, just as they had been in their village.

To my amazement, I realized that upon impact with that man, I had absorbed his powers. I felt strong, and my body took on an almost dark reddish color, very similar to earth.

My subjects, Brjiana and the Captain, were terrified. I reassured them, saying it was all over, and I wanted to use my transformation to infiltrate that great fortification protecting the village.

I ordered everyone to remain hidden and silent; I would go inside to take a look, and so it was. I passed through the door the man had left open, approaching. What I saw before me was something astonishing: the road led to an immense stone building, with a grand staircase and men standing guard all around.

The closer I got, the more the guards all looked alike. As if they were twins, all dressed with bandages wrapped around their bodies, armed with small, oddly shaped spears, as if they were torches. I heard the door close behind me and men silently approaching, pushing me towards the grand staircase. I climbed, escorted by two lines of men, silent and expressionless, as if they were automatons, until I entered that great palace.

At the end of the great hall, men in long white robes, similar to those of the Initiates, were waiting for me. They asked my name and what part of the planet I was from. I explained that I was the Emir of the Oasis of the Seven Palms, a tribal chief from the forest had asked for my help. They didn't seem threatening, and I was quite calm. The one who must have been the Chief took me into a room where the walls were decorated with many mirrors and small lights flashing like fireflies. In the mirrors, which he told me were monitors, were men and women from every village and city. When placed in the foreground, each one seemed to be there with us.

He explained to me that they were the king's chosen ones and that they controlled the hall. They were testing a kind of new planetary warrior, a faithful and confident fighter, to form a single planetary army. That was why the disappearances were taking men from the villages and cities, taking them to the underground, where they were educated and cloned, with small Receivers in their brains to obey orders.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I'd read about something like this in old books, but I never imagined I'd one day find myself face to face with the King's chosen ones.

The High Priest, as he told me to call him, knew full well he was speaking to a great and valiant Emir. He told me they would host me until the Grand Council decided what to do  

The following evening, the Captain, seeing me fail to return, took a trusted guard with him and dared to climb over the fence. He entered the great palace under cover of darkness and found himself in that great hall surrounded by guards. The Priest, who had seen the man climb over the fence and enter the hall, with a lightning-fast move took the High Priest hostage, ordering him to free the Emir and leave. At that point, I, who had witnessed the scene, joined in the action by capturing another Priest. I told the men to let us pass and leave go away in peace.

The High Priest ordered the guards to let us go, but not before making us swear not to reveal the location and whereabouts of the Temple, otherwise the Kings would take revenge on the peoples of the planet.

And so it was.

We returned to the oasis without passing through the village. I told Brjiana what I had seen, telling her it would be our secret, one we would keep for the rest of our lives.

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