RETURN TO HAMMERSGAARD

​​THE STORY OF NANI THE PANTHER

After the end of the Kajires festival we laboriously continued the journey back to the village of Hammersgaard, leaving the problem of little Björn, our friend Nani's son, whom I had discovered as a panther and for whom I am now in limbo, I had left in abeyance . She lives in her camp with her sisters who help her in the constant search for the baby.

    We arrived in the village very tired, my sweet Bryjana and I, and rested for a few days in a hut provided to us by our friend Sir Edu, the innkeeper. I wanted to rearrange my ideas so I started asking for information, nobody knew anything, many didn't even know Nani. One morning a trader on the docks told me he had seen them in a panther field trading pelts for guns and wine. He made me a fairly detailed map of the area the village is in, so I left Bryjana in the village with a few trusty guards and went into this forest that was dangerous for us men.

  After a few days of hiking among hills and valleys, we finally saw from a height where we saw a plume of smoke rising towards the sky. We headed in that direction, making sure to watch our backs, but the unpredictable panthers came from everywhere until they captured us. They have been known to capture males to use to fertilize females and then conceive and have daughters for the continuation of their breed.

 I showed who seemed to be their leader and was the best armed woman of all my judges' badges and proved that I knew Nani and her old companion Edu. Once in the village they locked us in a large guarded tent until the panther party, led by our friend Nani, returned from a hunt near a village and took three captured males who they would use as stallions for their insemination. the barren were used as slaves for cooking or for forced labor in the forest.

   She was pleased to meet me, I hadn't seen her for a while, and I remembered that she was dressed as a lady in long dresses, while now, half-naked, covered in furs and armed to the teeth, she is another woman is determined and strong-willed to do whatever it takes to find her little Björn. In the evening, as I sat with them in a circle around the fire where some men were roasting Tarsk's meat, I asked Nani to tell me her story, she agreed after some hesitation to tell me!!

THE STORY OF NANI 

I was born in a panther camp in the forest not far from the village of Hammersgaard, in the great north of the planet, we were three sisters, very happy, from an early age they taught us to hunt and fight, It was only a short time in where my sisters and I could play in the meadows with other friends, hunt a little Urt or a little newborn Tarsk, my older sisters taught me the art of the staff and everything else. All was well, but the day of the moon ceremony was approaching, for us virgins it would have been the moment to make sacrifices to the gods for our fertility and that of our camp. The ceremony consists of catching several men to crucify them and us virgins dancing wildly around them, a way of worshiping our God and asking for fertility for women, our fields and our animals. So the males are used one by one, hoping that they will fertilize the females and fill the field with new females, while the males are destined to become slaves. My sisters and I got pregnant and my little Björn was about to be born, but since there were four men and they all used me, I don't know exactly who my baby's father is now. By now I knew I was pregnant, now the problem was to enter the village without arousing suspicion, otherwise they would have punished and enslaved me, the law punishes pregnant women without a partner. At this point a new baker named Edu came along who fell in love with my beauty and asked the tall Jarl to woo me, received approval that he started dating me but soon he realized I was pregnant and I was had to tell him that I was expecting a child. For his great love, he pretended to be the father until Björn was born. I leave Edu after some time, his character as a Gorean male prevented him from living with a woman who had a child with another, so I left everything in Hammergaard and went back to the camp to my sisters, but they didn't want the little one 'a boy who grew up with them.' They would put him with the slaves. One day when I was in Hammersgaard, a great Jarl from a nearby village came with his 1st Berserker named Spoldar, both wild and evil and very cruel men. When he saw me he fell in love with me, I worked in Edu's tavern hoping that he, Edu, would take me back sooner or later. The foreign Jarl wanted me for himself and in order not to create friction with our village Jarl he demanded that I take his Berserker as a companion and as soon as I arrive at his village take me with him, when I refused he kidnapped my child in an attempt to escape, but the villagers stopped him at the quay and killed him, but in the meantime, Spoldark had escaped into the forest with my little boy without leaving a trace. Edu has confessed to me that he has birthmarks on his body which he would accept if they matched those of the child, and every day I go hunting for men who use them in hopes of finding the berserker, who escapes with my Björn. Now I want every man I catch to give at least six children or I'll kill him, but only to get revenge on the men who made me suffer. Of course, in the village of Hammersgaard, they don't know that I'm a panther, and I often go back there and live in a hut meant for free women, hoping that one day I'll hear from Björn.

written by

Daniel El Nairad

 from teletus city

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MEMORIES

JOURNEY IN THE SARDAR FOREST

 ( PRIEST KING )

   I had long wanted to return to the Sardar, after the pilgrimage when I was still twenty, hurried back to my scribe class in Olni.
  

Since I haven't had work lately, after leaving Venna, I reached the port of Brundisium and took a ship to sail up the Wosk river, I wanted to return to Port Olni for a long time, I hadn't been there, I wanted to review the places of my first years of study and work .
   

 The first city you meet going up the river Olni and Sais. I had been there with Brjiana for my Gazette of Moon newspaper. but the people were all far away I don't know why and the city was deserted.
 

  I continued to port Olni, the great port and the great city with the camp of the Tukhucs on an island outside the walls, I knew that camp there lived Kara-Serin the woman I courted.
   

 I arrived in the afternoon, I climbed the great staircase that leads to the gates, I rang and Lady Lucy herself came to open the door for me, we talked between one gate and another, then she invited me to the tavern to drink a Blackwine and talk about the old days, she told me citizenship papers in case I want to stay and live with them.
   

 I left the city after having visited it, to remember the old places and my old house now inhabited by a tribe escaped from the fall of their village, and continued taking the derivation of the river Thentis until I reached the city. I was counting on meeting Lady Monica, or Sir Knight, but they too were far away I don't know where the guards had orders not to reveal their destination, and after loading water and food, we continued to the mouth of the river, then continued on foot towards the Sanctuary, I wanted to visit it again, and continue east towards the Pani village, they had invited me after reading my article dedicated to them in the newspaper.
   

 Everything seemed to go according to our forecasts, when the sky darkened, lightning on the horizon illuminated the sky, thunder seemed to wail in the distance, the further we went on the worse the weather became, rain, wind and everything became dark, the Merchant Warriors and Slaves of the caravan found refuge in some caves, previously seen on the side of a mountain.
 

  It was certainly not a storm that could stop me, I kept walking until I lost the path wandering aimlessly, after a few hours when by now I thought I wouldn't get out of that hell alive, I glimpsed a cave hidden among tall bushes, and I decided to enter rest and dry off a bit.
    

 Although the entrance was small, the cave became a cave with tunnels and paths, I thought it was an abandoned mine, but when I arrived in a large cave, I realized that I was experiencing what for many on the planet they thought was a legend, i.e. I had arrived in the center of the Sardar, between stone columns the large stone of the house turned without having any foothold sending a blinding emerald light while on the sides many sharp crystals came out of the ground. on the walls screens with thousands and thousands of lights that move, and at the feet type of boxes with lots of lights and clocks.
 

  I could not believe my eyes, I continued passing into the next cave, I found myself in a large room with stairs and many indescribable things and on the right, furniture and tables, I turned my gaze and a huge animal like a gigantic insect with four legs and two arms with hands coming out of its belly, I had seen those huge insects, in some drawings on ancient parchments, I was terrified, the animal didn't speak but transmitted the words to my brain.
   

 He told me that he was the only survivor after the mother for power had killed all her children, starving too, he was the only survivor living here directing life on the planet and planning the present and the future, he also told me that the recently very populated planet was sometimes difficult to manage, I show myself on a screen where the caravan was, telling me now go and never come back.
     

 A unique experience, I had met a Priest king .. but I would not have told anyone the place of the meeting depended on my life and on all those who arrived here.
 

 I decided to write it because my job as a reporter requires me to.
  I will always carry the memory of that day..
 

darianelnairad

 send by TERSA VELLA

Greetings.

Our next exhibit at the Ko-ro-ba Art Museum is very lyrical.  ~smiles~

Please share a lyric of a song with us that has meaning to you or just makes you happy.

You can bring a picture to life from a particular song and/or share a particular lyric of a song that has meaning for you and if you want we can put it to picture for you.  How you share is up to you.  We just hope You will share with us and Gor!

Examples:

This first one is "Vincent" a song by Don McLean and is literally about Vincent Van Gogh so it almost feels like cheating on my part.  I merely added a lyric of the song to Vincent Van Gogh's "Starry Night Over The Rhone".

(Link to song:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciLNMesqPh0  )

This second example is from a song called "Wild Sweet" by Starling Arrow.  This song has meaning to me because it is what i played for my mother as she was passing away.  She was a fighter and wasn't letting go and she was at the point of non-verbal as the cancer was taking its toll.  It was my way of telling her it was okay to let go and wanted her to have peaceful vibes.

(Link to song:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-al77IYpmsg  )

Last example.  It doesn't have to be all serious, it can be fun too!

( Link to song:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OXWashifQ0  )

If you'd like to participate, please share your song lyric of inspiration with tersa vella or Master Gavyn Bluestone.

Thank you.

Museum Staff

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DARIANEDITOR

 Part 2 - TOWARDS FALSWORTH

                                            Story of a Scribe around the Planet Gor)

I left that city with no regrets, except for the loss of the woman I'd fallen in love with, but in Gor it's easy to forget. I watched that island recede further and further, only to disappear into the fog of that autumn day. The journey to the new destination wasn't very long, just a few weeks of sailing. There were no clouds on the horizon to portend some nasty storm, only a light mist rising from the sea toward the sky. A pale sun filtered through those clouds, but it didn't provide much warmth. And I, standing on the stern of the ship, looked back, another piece of my story gone badly.

sir darian bonetto

A new city awaited me. Sir Darian Bonetto had sent me a message two Manos earlier (a week), saying I could make a good career for myself. They had just finished building it, and it was self-sufficient, able to survive on its fishing and large farm. Ubar was a good man.

After my experience in the city of Olni, and in Port Kar, and again in Egeria, I wanted to live peacefully and work. I was good at portraits and landscape painting, so I decided to work as a cartographer. I had studied the geography of the planet and couldn't wait to show off my skills.

During the voyage, I often went to the bow of that merchant ship to scan the horizon, searching for something resembling a distant land. Finally, one morning, as the mist cleared, I saw land clearly. We had been sailing on the Wosk River for a few days, and the Captain told me that according to his calculations, we would arrive in that port late in the afternoon. We would drop anchor in the roadstead and in the morning we would enter the harbor and moor at the quay. I packed all my things and anxiously awaited disembarkation. That night I didn't sleep. I thought and thought about what my life had been up until then, from when I was a child in Korat, in the Shendi region, then in the cold world of the North and so many years at the school for Scribes and Magistrates, some loves I had had, others I had lost, and the hope that one day I would be able to find my brother Orlando again and the family I adopted as a child, Lady BB and Sir Mith. I always carried them in my heart. Then finally I fell asleep.

Loud noises of crates and gangways being thrown onto the dock awoke me. I looked out the porthole; we were in port. I quickly dressed and went out onto the deck of the ship. I had grabbed my bag with my documents, and the crates containing my clothes and work tools would be unloaded by the sailors. I realized the city wasn't very large, nothing like Port Kar or Olni, all low wooden houses in that small port. I stepped down from that gangway with enthusiasm. I wanted to prove my worth, and I waited for someone to welcome me. There weren't many guards, only a few at the entrance to the central square where the buildings faced, and at the end of that square stood a much larger stone palace, where many flags fluttered in the wind. Two slaves were there waiting for me; they would take me to the palace of the castes and of Ubar sir Mingh. I followed those slaves, eager to get to know both the city and its citizens.

Walking along the road to the left of the square, I noticed some small docks where a few men and a woman were fishing, while on the right side I could see many trees and a long road leading to the farm fields. Sir Mingh was waiting for me with his companion, Lady Chiara, a beautiful woman with golden hair, wearing a robe adorned with gold embroidery, and strangely without a veil. Also with them was the merchant leader, Lady Betty, in charge of the farms and fisheries, a short, veiled woman with a large bag over her shoulders, and several slaves who came and went from a door leading to the kitchens.

Sir Mingh welcomed me with all honors. I had very good credentials, and Sir Bonetto had spoken well of me. He was a merchant who traveled the planet, not neglecting his work as a slave trader. It was he who, some time later, brought a beautiful slave named Ester. She was beautiful, dark brown with long, curly hair. She had been kidnapped from the planet Earth and taken to Gor. Bonetto had bought her and hoped to sell her well. I was also on the dock when they arrived. That slave was something no one had ever seen before. She was very tall and sensual, her doe-like eyes, and her long, amber-colored legs were exposed to the groin. Her barely veiled breasts showed off their hardness. I was ecstatic to see her and asked Bonetto to sell her to me. He agreed at first, but then said that only Ubar could assign her to me.

Unluckily, Sir Mingh was also at the dock that day. He too was struck by that. slave,I ordered the guards to take her to the palace and assign her a bed. I was very upset but didn't show it. I was new and didn't want to go against Ubar, who treated me as his equal. So I had no choice but to admire her during dinners at the palace. Sir Mingh always kept that slave with him. He was enchanted by that earthly beauty, but this aroused the anger of his companion, Lady Chiara. He treated the slave badly whenever he could. Often, shouts could be heard from the palace between her and her companion. Until one day, Sir Mingh couldn't take it anymore and chased his companion, Lady Chiara, away. Lady Betty too. I discovered they were sisters. He was very upset. Of course, he loved his sister. I followed her. They were accompanied to the port and put on a ship headed north to a city called Jasmine. Then Ubar freed the slave, taking her as his companion. But by then, nothing was the same. Lady Chiara wrote to me asking me to join her and her sister in the north, and I reluctantly decided to leave. The city was no longer the same. Many were leaving, even Sir Ming, I later learned, had left for an island in the Cos archipelago with his new companion. I remember him inviting me to join him. He had opened a tavern for passing pirates, and while I was with him, his companion fell ill and died shortly after. Sir Mingh couldn't find peace, until one day he disappeared without a trace. They say he died of a broken heart, others said he had returned to the South. After that, no one heard of Ubar Sir Mingh again.

Meanwhile, I reached Jasmine, a beautiful city with modern buildings but inhabited by people who loved racing on Tarms. There were no castes, only gambling halls, so I decided to leave again, heading south. A pirate told me he was heading for Anango Island, and I asked him to take me.

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 THE DISPUTED BAKERY

(story of a Scribe around Planete Gor)

I had heard of the city of Egeria, a city rebuilt by Sir Brandon, an old acquaintance of mine from when I lived in the old city. I had escaped after my slave was stolen from me by Ubar through a subterfuge, buying her back for a paltry fee. But I was still a small, inexperienced Scribe. I didn't even have an office to work in, and the head of the Caste used what was supposed to be the office to meet with the slaves secretly. Ubar himself never missed an opportunity to take under his fur coat the slaves who arrived with new citizens or passing merchants.

I was talking about the new Egeria, a city built of stone with a castle that rose at the end of the large square after the entrance gate. A small bridge was crossed over the stream that emerged from the high rocks where it had been built. Another gate prevented entry to that gloomy gate, while the caste tower was located on the right towards the esplanade of the Arena and the Temple. on the left as soon as you entered the large gate after the port was the Red Caste's cash register, near the prisons and not far away the Kennel, all the artisans' and merchants' shops were arranged in a circle on that large square with a fountain in the center, my accommodation was in the residential area, near that of my friend Lady Roberta, the head of the Scribes' Caste, it was she who had wanted me with them after meeting me in Port Kar where I worked as a lawyer, but there were no trials in that city of Bandits and Pirates, but I had been happy there even if it was dirty and dangerous, there I had my adventure with the Queen of the Panthers, they had their village in the hills near the iron mines.

I arrived in Egeria on a cold morning, the city was already gloomy and dismal, from the outside it seemed so sad, I wasn't very happy to enter, the guard took me to the Commander's office, who together with his son were responsible for security, and the tranquility of the city, the old Commander seemed like a good man, while the arrogant son I don't think remembered that the Scribes are part of the highest Caste after the Initiates, after having handed over my credentials a guard accompanied me to the builder to assign me the accommodation, then on to the Caste tower where I would meet Lady Roberta, busy with some paperwork in the Ubar castle, so I asked the guard to call a slave to show me the city, and after having toured it all, we stopped in front of the Baker's oven, where the smell of fresh bread reached the street, I went in to taste some sweets, I was struck by the beauty of that woman, I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful face with her long red hair, her Her regal bearing and her kind manner in welcoming me.

The days passed, and whenever I could, I would go down to that square to stop at the bakery, under the pretext of a few pieces of cake, but essentially to meet her. She also didn't disdain my friendship and visits, so I asked if I could court her. She was happy, but she had no family; she had fled from a destroyed village in Torwsland, and L'Ubar was her protector. I promised myself I would ask Brandon if I could court her and later make her my companion. After the passing of my brother Orlando, I was left alone; my adoptive mother, Lady BB, and her husband, Sir Mith, were busy building construction in who knows where on the planet.

One day I asked for an audience with Ubar, hoping he wasn't busy with some raid with compliant slaves, but I was lucky. The Commander of the guards accompanied me to the castle, and after the usual pleasantries, I asked about the baker. He wasn't very enthusiastic about my request but agreed. I happily broke the news to the beautiful Gaya the baker, who also happily took my hand, but the happiness didn't last long, because the Commander's son, an exuberant young man and said to be bad, showed up out of jealousy, saying that Gaya had been promised to him for a long time, and there was no way to make him see reason. He threatened the baker with imprisonment, and in a mean and provocative tone he said to me: if you want that woman, you have to face me in a tournament.

Even the Ubar I spoke to said he didn't remember the promise, but he couldn't contradict the Commander and his son. I was aware of my poor fighting skills. I had learned from the beautiful Panther Shaila, but in terms of training, I would never have gotten the better of that arrogant young Deputy Commander. I spoke to Lady Roberta, but she was also very evasive, saying that as a Scribe, I knew the laws of the planet, and I had to fight if I wanted that woman. I was still a young Scribe without much experience and, above all, without friends.

I was very disappointed, now I looked at that city with different eyes, where the law of the strongest ruled, I always thought of that baker Gaya, but the Deputy Commander had posted a guard preventing me from entering her Bakery, I was undecided, I didn't know what to do, luck would have it that an old friend of mine also named Darian sent me a message from Sir Mingh, the Administrator of the city of Falsworth, they were looking for an Ambassador and a Scribe Cartographer, so I took the opportunity to leave that ugly city with a bad experience, one day I would forget the baker......

darianeditor

ON THE JOURNEY TO OLNI

   The journey was very long. I had left Campus (ooc) just after graduating from Scribe-Magistracy, and Lady Janette and Lady Lucy had invited me to their city called Olni. I had read in the books of Olni's library, an honored city located on the river that bears its name, near the Thentis River, tributaries of the great Wosk River that bisects the entire continent.

CID vICIOUS

I was very young then, memories of the past from the escape from the destroyed oasis to Korat, then back to the North with my adoptive mother, Lady BB Arliss.

She sent me messages every time she changed cities. Her husband, Sir Mith, a great builder, traveled the planet from north to south. He wanted to meet me again, but he missed me, just as he missed my brother Orlando. I replied that one day we would meet and live together in some oasis in the South.

SIR ERIDAN OF OLNI

The years spent on Campus had been tough. I studied night and day. My Southern dialect prevented me from keeping up with the others. I forced myself to keep up with them. Lady Janette had helped me a lot and encouraged me in difficult times. She spoke to me about her city of Olni, the beauty of its towers and its great port, telling me that after graduating as a magistrate, I could practice law with them. Their magistrate, Sir Robby, would soon retire. I was happy that I would finally be a Scribe of the upper caste and would apply the laws I had learned in school.

SCRIBE CAST OLNI

I had never spoken of my noble origins, nor that my father was the Pasha of the oasis of the seven palms, I do not have many memories of that time, except that of the great night in which the Marauders together with the Panthers of the Shendi forest put the Oasis to fire and sword, destroying everything and killing my family, we children escaped death thanks to a faithful slave, she hid us in a basket, taking us away to the city of Korat, we were welcomed by the Ubar who entrusted us to the Notary of the city, Sir Scarp, following the arrival of Lady BB and Sir Mith, having no children and the Notary by then old, they adopted me, but after some time the Panthers who had sworn to exterminate the El Nairad family, one night attacked Korat which despite having been built on a sheer hill, entered with the help of some accomplices from the inside, put the city to fire and sword taking advantage of the surprise factor, once again we were forced to escape, luck would have it That Sir Mith was building the Ship Rock harbor down in the valley, and that night we were with them. So we escaped again. This time we headed north, to the small town of Windermerr, then to Finnurfiord, where we stayed until we were old enough to go to study at Scribe.

It was already winter when we sailed up the Olni River from the Wosk River, an estuary. A few days later, we arrived in Olni. We docked at the large harbor, where many ships were moored for loading and unloading. Some pirate ships were moored on the southern side of the docks, near the shipyards. The snow covered everything, everything was white. A biting cold assailed me even to set foot on that icy dock. It wasn't a good sign, but with an escort, we climbed that enormous staircase that led to the large, high gates that kept the population safe.

It wasn't Lady Lucy, whom I knew, but her son, the Commander of the Guards, who looked at me with suspicion. He didn't seem like a Saint either. After presenting the documents and the letter declaring that I would be the new Magistrate, I was accompanied to my accommodation on the avenue on the left, where all the warehouses and shops overlooked. The house was beautiful on the first floor with a large balcony and two large rooms. The balcony overlooked the avenue where a beautiful baker's shop was located opposite. A slave took me around, first visiting the city and then the area of ​​the Caste Towers, separated by very high gates. The next day I would officially enter the Scribes' Tower.

DARIANEDITOR

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send by lady Odette

The Founding of the Free Women’s Dance Circle

In the halls and courts of Gor, dance is most often associated with the trained movements of kajirae. Their art is well known and widely admired. Yet within the chronicles of Gor, there exist quieter passages, references to maidens dancing among themselves, ceremonial dances performed by women of high caste, and decorous movements undertaken in settings appropriate to Free Women.

These scattered references, though seldom discussed, reveal that dance among Free Women is not absent from Gorean culture. From the exploration of these passages has arisen a new cultural initiative within the Gorean world of Second Life: The Free Women’s Dance Circle.

The Dance Circle emerged through the meeting of three women of different castes and regions of Gor, each bringing a distinct influence to its creation.

Odette Atheria, a Scribe of Ar’s Station, had long taken scholarly interest in the subject. While studying the chronicles and histories of Gor, she noted the occasional mentions of Free Women dancing, often in contexts of ceremony, maidenhood, or private gatherings. What began as simple research gradually became curiosity about what such expressions of movement might mean for Free Women.

The spark that brought this curiosity to life came through the work of BilliAnn Bravin-Ireman, a Skald and storyteller of Torvaldsland. BilliAnn presented a series of lectures about Free Women’s dance, examining passages in the Gorean chronicles and discussing what they suggest about how dance might relate to Free Women, their dignity, and their place in society.

For Odette, the lectures proved compelling. Hearing the subject explored aloud and in depth transformed quiet research into inspiration.

Soon after, she shared the idea with Luella, an Entertainer and Director known for her choreography and elaborate sets for the Sereem Kajiri Dancers of Isfahan. Luella immediately recognized the creative possibilities in exploring dance forms suitable for Free Women. Her enthusiasm and artistic vision helped transform an idea into a living project.

From the meeting of Scribe, Skald, and Entertainer, the concept of the Free Women’s Dance Circle took shape.

The Dance Circle has been founded as a gathering place for Free Women throughout Gor who wish to explore dance as a cultural and artistic expression chosen freely, distinct from the trained performances of kajirae. Its purpose is not to imitate the arts of slaves, but rather to examine and celebrate those forms of graceful movement that may be appropriate to Free Women, such as festival dances, maidens’ dances, ceremonial movements, and other expressions of joy, beauty, and culture.

The aims of the Free Women’s Dance Circle include:

    Exploring references to Free Women’s dance within the chronicles of Gor

    

    Providing a welcoming gathering place for Free Women interested in graceful movement

    

    Encouraging cultural exchange and fellowship among women of many cities and castes

    

    Developing dances suitable for festivals, celebrations, and other appropriate occasions

The Dance Circle is Gor-wide in spirit, welcoming Free Women of all cities, regions, and castes who share an interest in learning, culture, and artistic expression.

True to its name, the group is not intended as a troupe nor as a stage for rivalry, but rather as a circle: a place of gathering, discussion, and shared exploration.

Participation, however, is reserved exclusively for Free Women. In keeping with the purpose of the Circle as a place for women to gather among themselves, men, panthers, talunas, and slaves are not admitted to its meetings or membership.

What began as the careful study of a Scribe, the teachings of a Skald, and the enthusiasm of an Entertainer now opens its doors to Free Women across Gor who may wish to step, with dignity and grace, into this rarely explored corner of Gorean culture.

 

send from Angel Keres Blade

Port Shadows celebrates the coming of spring with three days of contests and luxurious Thassafood feast!

All are welcome attend our events, rules for entry and tournaments available upon request.

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March 27-29 2026

Spring Open House & Ostara Feast Events:

((All times SLT and subject to schedule finalization))

ALL FESTIVAL

G&S Fishing Tournament - Trigger Reef only

Torvaldslander Concentration - Mead Hall

Friday:

9am Berserker Tournament - Mead Hall

11am Sword Tournament - Village Arena

2pm Game of UR Tournament - Mead Hall

Saturday:

9am Bow Tournament - Skybox Arena

12pm OOC Dance - location TBD

5pm Pole Arm Tournament - Village Arena

Sunday:

9:30am Battle Picatto Instructions/Practice w/ Angel - Mead Hall

10am Battle Picatto Tournament

12pm Slave Blowdart Tournament - Skybox Arena

2pm Ostara Thassafood Feast & Blessing

Port Shadows celebrates the coming of spring with three days of contests and luxurious Thassafood feast!

All are welcome attend our events, rules for entry and tournaments available upon request

March 27-29 2026

Spring Open House & Ostara Feast Events:

((All times SLT and subject to schedule finalization))

ALL FESTIVAL

G&S Fishing Tournament - Trigger Reef only

Torvaldslander Concentration - Mead Hall

Friday:

9am Berserker Tournament - Mead Hall

11am Sword Tournament - Village Arena

2pm Game of UR Tournament - Mead Hall

Saturday:

9am Bow Tournament - Skybox Arena

12pm OOC Dance - location TBD

5pm Pole Arm Tournament - Village Arena

Sunday:

9:30am Battle Picatto Instructions/Practice w/ Angel - Mead Hall

10am Battle Picatto Tournament

12pm Slave Blowdart Tournament - Skybox Arena

2pm Ostara Thassafood Feast & Blessing

Port Shadows celebrates the coming of spring with three days of contests and luxurious Thassafood feast!

All are welcome attend our events, rules for entry and tournaments available upon request.

March 27-29 2026

Spring Open House & Ostara Feast Events:

((All times SLT and subject to schedule finalization))

ALL FESTIVAL

G&S Fishing Tournament - Trigger Reef only

Torvaldslander Concentration - Mead Hall

Friday:

9am Berserker Tournament - Mead Hall

11am Sword Tournament - Village Arena

2pm Game of UR Tournament - Mead Hall

Saturday:

9am Bow Tournament - Skybox Arena

12pm OOC Dance - location TBD

5pm Pole Arm Tournament - Village Arena

Sunday:

9:30am Battle Picatto Instructions/Practice w/ Angel - Mead Hall

10am Battle Picatto Tournament

12pm Slave Blowdart Tournament - Skybox Arena

2pm Ostara Thassafood Feast & Blessing

Port Shadows celebrates the coming of spring with three days of contests and luxurious Thassafood feast!

All are welcome attend our events, rules for entry and tournaments available upon request.

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March 27-29 2026

Spring Open House & Ostara Feast Events:

((All times SLT and subject to schedule finalization))

ALL FESTIVAL

G&S Fishing Tournament - Trigger Reef only

Torvaldslander Concentration - Mead Hall

Friday:

9am Berserker Tournament - Mead Hall

11am Sword Tournament - Village Arena

2pm Game of UR Tournament - Mead Hall

Saturday:

9am Bow Tournament - Skybox Arena

12pm OOC Dance - location TBD

5pm Pole Arm Tournament - Village Arena

Sunday:

9:30am Battle Picatto Instructions/Practice w/ Angel - Mead Hall

10am Battle Picatto Tournament

12pm Slave Blowdart Tournament - Skybox Arena

2pm Ostara Thassafood Feast & Blessing

Port Shadows celebrates the coming of spring with three days of contests and luxurious Thassafood feast!

All are welcome attend our events, rules for entry and tournaments available upon request.

􀀁

􀀀

March 27-29 2026

Spring Open House & Ostara Feast Events:

((All times SLT and subject to schedule finalization))

ALL FESTIVAL

G&S Fishing Tournament - Trigger Reef only

Torvaldslander Concentration - Mead Hall

Friday:

9am Berserker Tournament - Mead Hall

11am Sword Tournament - Village Arena

2pm Game of UR Tournament - Mead Hall

Saturday:

9am Bow Tournament - Skybox Arena

12pm OOC Dance - location TBD

5pm Pole Arm Tournament - Village Arena

Sunday:

9:30am Battle Picatto Instructions/Practice w/ Angel - Mead Hall

10am Battle Picatto Tournament

12pm Slave Blowdart Tournament - Skybox Arena

2pm Ostara Thassafood Feast & Blessing

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