THE TRUE STORY OF THE EMIR

Part 1

My name is Orlando, of the el Nairad family, our millenary lineage lived as nomads in the desert for centuries, until our father Pasha Darian el Nairad I*.

He stopped in an unknown oasis outside the Shendi forest on the way to the great city of AR, the family was composed of our mother Shaila and us two children, Darian II* and I his younger brother Orlando, together with other members of the family with their loved ones, dedicated to herding and selling the skins and wool of the Veer (sheep of the Earth) our father took my name by reading the adventures of warriors written in the books brought from the planet Earth.

After the destruction of the oasis by the Desert Raiders along with the Talunes who lived on the edge of the forest, we little ones unable to defend ourselves were saved by a faithful slave, who hid us in a basket and pretended to be dead until everything was over, she took us by joining a caravan of Bedouins headed to Shendi, we arrived in the city of Korat, she introduced herself to the Ubar begging him to welcome us into the city saying that we little ones were the descendants of the Pasha Darian I*, he took our story and the fortunate escape to heart and entrusted us to his trusted builder sir Mith Arliss, who with his companion lady BB arliss, lived then in the growing city.

Sir Mith entrusted us to Notary Scorbuticus, to start us towards the knowledge of the scribes, our childhood was not very happy, at that time the city of Korat a fortress located on the promontory overlooking the port of ship Rock, we spent time on that tower where our tutor got lost among a thousand parchments covered in dust, explaining new things to us every time, he taught us to read and write, to do sums and entrusted us with small simple practices such as making contracts with merchants or ship captains.

Meanwhile we were growing up, we were no longer children but strong and courageous boys, the nomadic blood of the desert made us tough, our adoptive mother Lady BB, was enthusiastic about us, even sir Mith who to tell the truth we saw little, he was always busy with large constructions in the city and in the surrounding area, the fortress of Korat was rather gloomy and gray the streets always deserted, the only livable place was the palace of Ubar, but we did not go there often, we preferred to go down to the port of Ship Rock and admire the ships arriving and departing, or go to the village following the road where many fishermen sat waiting for their prey.

One day lady BB took us to her companion. we brought him clean clothes and spare food, it was a real stroke of luck because that day the fortress thanks to some panthers infiltrating the city opened the secondary doors letting their tribe of warriors attack the palace destroying the entire city killing most of the population, taking away with them only the children, the Panthers use the children as students the females and as procreators and workers the male slaves.

You could see the flames rising in the sky above the promontory, everyone ran for cover, and many escaped towards the city of Baku. Sir Mith also collected the few things he could and we set off towards that city along the sea, but on the road we met some people who advised us not to go there because in Baku there was typhus and many were dying,

luckily there were some merchants heading to the desert who welcomed us with them and we set off towards the unknown for us, without a home and without anything but our lives.

The destination would have been AR, but it was at war with the city of Tor eternal rivals, so the caravan went towards the south east, until we were in sight of a fortified city, a merchant who had a map told us that it was Cartassa, a flower bloomed in the great desert of Thahari, we introduced ourselves to the guards as refugees and immediately the houbara at that time lady Safina, welcomed us with honors being lady BB a great Scribe and sir Mith one of the greatest builders of the planet Gor, I Orlando with Darian, after a while we were sent to the great city of Olni, where there was the great school for Scribes, directed by lady Lucy Bronet, and by lady Janette Inglewood that's how at the Olni campus we studied for a few years to become Scribes, magistrates and lawyers becoming the best students of the school, after the degrees, I took the place of Magistrate in Olni while Darian preferred to return to Cartassa, he wanted to see our adoptive mother again and his companion Sir Mith, it was a painful farewell, we promised to meet often, but life had many difficulties in store for us and we would never see each other again, even if we went from city to city, or in the villages in the north.

Now I sit here around this fire where an old merchant told me that he would tell the story of the great Darian The Emir.

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 Lady Athena (athenayiyi):

 

 There was once a man from the planet Gor.

Who lived a wonderful life with the women he adored.

His clothing was blue, prestigious and refined.

His character was Honorable, respectful and kind.

He wrote many stories of the lives 

they shared and the cities of glory when he resided there..

. He traveled from north to east and south to west in ceaseless pursuit

 a Gorean scribe in his quest.

.. Journeys of Wonder He followed what seemed impossible...

 The Scribe and his tablet of enchanted dreams..

  HEMBER KONDOR 

CLOSING OF THE EXHIBITION ''CHARACTERS''

Concert by singer Abby Jadov

Award ceremony of the poetry competition on the theme of the exhibition

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finally the time has come to fly to the land Serena Art Center, I will have the opportunity to see Vita Theas and Bella Allure again, who together with the great artist Hermes Kondor organized a great event that saw the participation of hundreds of people interested in art.

Bella & Hermes

After greeting everyone including the Artist I saw the paintings on display again, captivating and hard to forget they marked a point in my heart.

Vita Theas was already there with her faithful Wolf. Bella too, but as usual she was going around welcoming people and greeting everyone.. Bella is tireless and is also a good manager.

VITA THEAS

Finally the concert began, a very good singer named Abby Jadov would perform on stage live with her guitar, it was a great surprise her melodies were captivating and retraced the best years of music.

ABBY JADOV

I looked around for some familiar face but there were too many people I couldn't recognize anyone, finally the Countess arrived, a great friend of ours, a writer who never misses the events, even if I take her precious time away very soon.

LADY HAIKU

At the end of the concert Mrs. Haiku, the first judge and a great world artist, was called on stage, and after a short introduction and a thank you from Sir Hermes Kondor, they finally opened the envelopes with the names of the winners.

I never expected that I, Darian el Nairad, would win the first prize, with my poem in the competition. I was quite excited, when I went up on stage to receive the cash prize and the winner's certificate,

DARIAN el NAIRAD

Vita was also very happy about this, as an Italian I had perhaps made some spelling mistakes in translating into English but I had certainly hit the nail on the head and understood the true meaning of the exhibition.

I thank all those who participated and I thank the organization of the competition including sir Hermes Kondor, unfortunately my connection was not very happy, but on the other hand I was happy to have participated, I hope soon there will be new exhibitions because many love art and go with pleasure to the exhibitions of great artists

darianelnairad editor

 Tal People of Turmus and Genesian Port and Gor

With the approval of the Ubar, Turmus shall host a wonderful parade to celebrate the Warriors, Defenders, Aiders, Militia of Turmus and Genesian Port, on Sunday, August 25th at 12:00PM SLT & 3:30PM SLT. These parades are to honor those that are protecting us all in this war against "enemies" and to raise morale of all the people of each allied city. We are needing participants for both times on that day. If you are a city ruler, warrior, aider, defender, militia of Turmus or Geneian Port and would like to walk in the parade please contact me Bea Lael(lifepath)   or  Willi Myeles (willilicious.georgette) immediately.

 Please note, Militia (Defenders, Aiders) for both cities might be of a different homestone, but are still helping in the war effort. We will also need many spectators as well as street performers for the parade. 

All performers will be compensated in ZCS coins. For those not able to participate in the parade at those times, they will or can have a picture of themselves carried in the parade, or if they have someone that would like to walk the parade for them in their place, that is also acceptable. 

This is an In Character Parade, so no modern balloons, nor vehicles are allowed. Imagine a medieval parade with maybe bosk drawn carriages or hand sewn or handmade floats.

 Please contact us if there are questions. Thank you.

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Sincerely,

Bea Lael  AHOC Merchant of Sturm

 CITY OF FARMACIUM

FARMACIUM 

There will soon be the inauguration of the new rebuilt ''FARMACIUM'' at the same time as the opening of the city newspaper, where everyone will be able to contribute with their stories, their comments and some criticism..

 thank you all for your cooperation

                  GREETING ALL AND TAL AT GOREANS

SIGFRID AVRO STORY  PART 3

( TOLD IN THE OASIS OF ISFAHAN)

 

sir Sigfrid Avro from Red Rock Oasis

 A long journey began on the winding course of the Cartius...

The young blond teenager struggled, but nothing helped and the taluna took great pleasure in caressing him regularly, as if she had obtained a small animal that she obediently came to tame with caresses, but also sometimes real blows, because yes, the young man rebelled , many times, he tried to capsize her! He got there once! But they were almost there, reaching Lake Shaba. oh she was furious and got back into the boat soaking wet while he laughed with satisfaction.

They disembarked. The talunas untied his feet to hoist him out of the boat, several to bring him as a captive to the camp. A strange maneuver was taking place when they were noticed by the other talunas of the tribe, they came forward, they came simpering around him, came to caress him as he passed, came to feel his muscles, but not only... as if they were sizing him up and appreciating his beauty, his virility.

Sig really had this feeling of becoming, a lust, an object of desire, like a kind of prey or fodder. It was at that moment that he understood how obvious it must not have been for slaves, when they had to be bought or that their destiny was going to be linked to the hands of a person, much more powerful than them. . The talunas could dominate him and take possession of his body, tied up like this and given their number... The teenager felt the atmosphere become charged, murmurs amplified, some talunas even jostled to touch him, but really everywhere... everything happened ...

Sig was quickly taken to a hut to which access was prohibited. Authorized women came to undress him completely and wash him without untying his arms, which were still stuck behind his back. And there too, everything happened. He was oiled everywhere. It was decorated with artifices to mark the muscles of his arms and legs, with an artistic skin tied around his penis and with some tribal paintings on his shoulders, his face, his abdomen, his obliques.

The life of the tribe was getting organized, as if an event was in progress, the women were in turmoil. Lots of carved wooden dishes were prepared and decorated with generous quantities of vulos, suls, roots, vegetables, honey and spices, fruits in abundance. They all seemed in a very good mood and many remained gazing up at the sky, sometimes pointing towards it in the evening.

At nightfall, the young blond was taken to a campfire where he was given food straight from his fingers. He was fearful and very observant, he saw the women eating profusely, laughing, singing, dancing in groups around the fire to the sound of drums, like a sort of ceremony.

He was placed a little aside near the chiefs of the tribe, including the taluna he hated the most in the world, the one who had achieved his ends. She kept leering at him with a little smile of satisfaction and sadism, without explaining to him what was going to happen.

That night, he discovered it quite quickly... When the three moons rose in the sky and were full, they took him tied up in a procession. So the whole tribe headed towards a clearing, full of moss, grass and ferns. At its center was a thick, cylindrical wooden post. buried deep in the ground.

Sig was then tied to it, his ankles and wrists tied to the back of the post, his back pressed against the thick wood, the makeshift collar, which had been placed around his neck, was tied firmly by the back of his neck flush with it. post. He realized that anything could happen to him, his exposed and raised face witnessed every scene. We could have gutted him and he wouldn't have been able to do anything, but these women had other plans.

As the ehns passed, the women danced with their hands raised to the sky. Between songs and moans which sometimes transformed into lamentation, they rolled in the moss here and there in front of him. Near him, the clan leaders came to caress his thighs and torso, including the one he hated, as if they were taking him into their spell of tantric trance.

the hands imprisoned him with their incessant and solicitous caresses until he could no longer keep control of himself, he felt the lips on his skin and not only that... he couldn't do anything, if that. He tensed his muscles to try to play on his leaps, but nothing worked. His fate was sealed.

The pretty blond with green eyes went from teenager to young adult, becoming prey to their desires, the straps of the art skin were removed when he was cramped. Then a tireless dance began against his body. That night, the young man discovered lust, forced and repeated pleasure. The women took turns on his erect manhood many times, some could access it, others were not allowed, he could only moan and sigh under this orgasmic torture, this form of tribal orgy marked him forever. .. For ahns and ahns, they exhausted him until he could take no more.

In the days that followed, Sig stayed to regain his strength in the hut. stiff and in a loathsome mood, he pushed back the slopes that approached him. Sig was convinced he had to flee this place, whatever the cost. So he softened little by little. they had to let their guard down. he had to coax them. he integrated into camp life. week after week... they watched him with less vigilance, did small manual jobs for him such as butchering, collecting wood, repairing the huts. They no longer took the trouble to connect his collar to a rope, like a small animal.

However, Sig was starting to receive more and more stares, he felt like he was once again in the crosshairs of some talunas who had never been able to touch him. One evening as he was bringing back wood, near a hut, he overheard a disturbing discussion on the cycle of the moons and certain talunas? Ah! He didn't need more to understand the meaning of it all! he had to flee!

To take action and not relive the madness of the three moons, he had to manage to isolate a boat and camouflage it further on the bank and, at the first opportunity given to him, he would leave the camp to take the powder escape.

And this moment arrived three days later, when huntresses returned from fishing on Lake Shaba, they entrusted him with the task of tying up the boats, he took advantage of this opportunity to isolate a small one with an oar, When he returned to camp, he told them that he had tied one incorrectly and that it had just been carried away by the current.

For greater realism, he had run into the mud of the bank to make it appear that he had tried as best he could to recover it. So obviously, you can imagine, he was punished and beaten. But after all, what mattered the whip and the blows, when he was asked to go find a tree in the forest to cut down, to cut down one, not one, not two, he saw his chance!

Instead of going to look for a tree, he took some provisions and water in Bota from a knotted rep, stealing a fur cape and he set off in the direction of his small boat which was still there, under some branches, at out of sight.

It was then that a difficult journey began to go up the current of the Cartius, up to Kasra, and now it is certain that Sigfrid has a horror of boats! *he laughs* He couldn't stop rowing. Sometimes he came ashore to eat, so as not to move backwards in the current. But he would quickly run out of food and water. Yet, clinging to life as never before, he drew unknown forces into himself, the echo of his past guided this rage. He knew that this time, he was expected and he knew that his parents would be frantic with worry... If they knew... Well, now... they know. *smile*

Arriving on the distant shores of Kasra, Sig reached the shore, he encountered too many merchant ships. He fell asleep for almost a whole day under wild bushes. Not far from there, peasants lived on the little fertile land that bordered the banks of the Cartius. When night fell, he went to drink from the animals' trough, he filled his bota. But he was only frightening, emaciated, marked with the whip and above all, the old rusty collar of the talunas around his neck, who was going to believe him to be free? Especially if he said he was a son of Pasha, we would also consider him crazy!

He decided to commit an outrage. He memorized the house in his memory, he stole a kaiila, promising himself to bring it back when he was out of trouble. And he left on the caravan route, in the direction of Tor and then found the road towards Klima. He intended to bring the animal back, unaware that his bad luck was pursuing him, and that his lucky star would still have to work hard.

once arrived, at the edge of Tor, he plunged towards the deep desert, he was not to be seen. Struggling with hunger, time was running out. Having only water to hold it together. He pushed the kaiila to its vital limits. They were surprised by a storm, the animal struggled more and more. Once out of this storm, he no longer recognized the dunes. The wind could change the desert in a night, Sigfrid saw the distant mirage of a city, and it was with despair that he launched the animal in that direction, exhausted, under the crushing sun of the 'afternoon.

Alas... The kaiila stopped and staggered in its last moments. The animal fell and the blond with it. He rolled down the side of a dune... he let a trail of sand rise... Unconscious, were the shock of the fall, hunger, thirst going to get the better of him? The last ahns of a dry day passed without him regaining consciousness... But then my star... what were you waiting for? Because yes, rest assured: his star is always watching. You will soon find out in the next part…

 

 

2nd part

SIGFRID AVRO STORY

PART 2

it was not without difficulty that the young blond that I was began a new page in his life, in the company of this Taharian couple, who had just taken him into their family, in order to take care of him, while he had just been abandoned.

Obviously failing to know where the said sister was; and after having made several salt stands in various neighboring cities and oases, they decided to return to the deepest Tahari, to Klima.

However, the ordeals that the child had undergone made him quickly fall ill. It appeared that his health was slightly weakened by all the events that he had experienced recently, and although he was very happy and running everywhere, his big sparkling green eyes sometimes concealed an indescribable and languishing suffering.

Recurrently, he came back to him more and more often at night, with horrible visions of violence and battle, of people dying before his eyes, of open wounds, of screams and tears, he saw himself missing out on terrible battles. between a warrior in axes and to see one of the warriors, who nevertheless mistreated him, give his life for him, so that he could reach a back door.

Sometimes he saw her little hands covered in blood pressing his sister's wound and heard her scream when the life left her womb, in a boat that swayed with the current, sometimes not very merciful with the boat, the hugging him so tightly; while he trembles like a leaf from cold and hunger, helpless in the face of the injury and the deep suffering that his big sister was undergoing...

It was often that he woke up in his old age, in the middle of the night, screaming and starting to cry, so Youssou would come running to see him and sing him a Taharian lullaby so that he would go back to sleep, staying close to him. him to caress his cheek, while the little one was clearly traumatized.

Other times, it was his father who watched over him; late in the evening when he was feverish and bedridden, with anxiety attacks at the idea of ​​falling asleep, while he confided to her with his ailments and his childish words, in these moments of delirium due to the temperature rise... and that he described some of the torture and abuse they received. Then Spin comforted him with the gentle words of a loving father, and caresses on his face, telling him that all this was now behind him, that now no guard would cause him all his suffering and that he was in peace. security within the Palace and that his father was sleeping not far from his room.

Nearly ten years had passed and the child evolved over time, becoming familiar with the customs of the citizens, becoming the little darling of the friends of his new adopted family, receiving some candy, becoming the apprentice of the city physicist, so eager to learn how to save lives and treat them. All this, within a loving family, with whom he had such good times.

And I cherished those moments from the depths of my heart, because it made me someone patient, attentive, someone passionate and despite my naivety, someone sensitive. certainly, but someone who cherished and still cherishes the sense of family, loyalty and the importance of the power of love, of listening, for a people, for its community, to proudly learn the customs transmitted by speech.

It is in this context that the young blond would evolve over the years that passed. The darling of the city, he was becoming a young man, the teenager that I was, had this thirst to find his sister and by dint of questioning his caste of healer, he had heard of a blonde healer, who worked in another oasis, much further north, then inevitably piqued by his curiosity and his desire to find his origins, at the age of 16, he stupidly left the city without warning his parents, to try to reach the city of Kasra; without remembering that it was the city where he had once almost been kidnapped. Obviously he had forgotten this distant trauma, as well as the details of this city, due to his young age.

he left very early one morning, under the pretext of going to see the caravanners, with whom he got along very well. Sig was getting into one of the caravans, which was going to take him to the city of Tor and then to Kasra. When he arrived at the city of Tor, at the end of the morning... The young blond realized that this city already seemed to him a little familiar... without really knowing why.

But it was when he arrived in Kasra that he began to recognize certain alleys, but why? Sigfrid then tried to locate the building which served as a lazaret for the healers, coming to announce himself to one of them, as being the son of the Pasha of Klima, looking for a healer named Kassandra, his older sister. The healer tells himThat’s when this caregiver actually lived here!

Happy and full of enthusiasm, he moved away to the heart of the city, because his sister was not available at the time, because she was operating on a seriously injured person. To wait and find something to eat, he headed towards a small market...

But who did he meet? Do you feel the problems coming? It was in the worst of bad luck that a small group spotted him... This blondness so rare in the south of Gor, his limpid green eyes... We didn't come across teenagers like that in Kasra... .

A woman with tanned skin, covered in old fabrics with a sharp and sharp look hidden behind a veil, stared at him, then spoke to another... She walked away and the other woman made her way near the stalls, to suddenly approach the handsome blond in these terms: "well, but who do I see a handsome young man like that? Could you help me carry a big bag of sa-tarna seeds, into the alley, my my companion is away and I can't find a good soul to lend me a helping hand, would you be kind enough to accompany me?"

Obviously... yes, obviously... this young man was benevolent and happy with his good news, he agreed to help him. Oh it was a very good mistake, so they say: goodness will ruin us? She had pointed out an alley not far away, a little narrow, but Sig didn't see the harm in it. He goes deeper into the alley, without knowing that a trap is closing against him. The lady speaks to him politely, really warmly, because she is happy with his help. And then points out a house with a corridor on the side and when he enters between the shaded houses, the noose closes on him... In a few fractions of ihns, a heavy weight fell on his shoulders and there he is hooded. His reflex was to pivot and want to remove the hood, however he felt an armada of arms grab his torso, by the biceps, trapping his chest and at the moment he began to shout “What the hell are you doing. ..!!!" suddenly it's black, with a great pain above the neck.

The young apprentice healer collapses... Among these people? The woman with tanned skin... yes yes... She... you know very well who I'm talking about... And that women around Sig... talunas... But not just any which... The woman with tanned skin, will then say, turning him on his back and removing the hood, while he is unconscious "How we meet again my little angel... I knew that you would find one day the trace of your sister... I just had to wait for you... ahahahah..." She stood up and with a snap of her fingers, the women put a large hooded cape on him and hoisted him up, carrying him towards the river area, pretending as if one of them had been unwell, muttering that she needed water... And on the bank... boats...

And now Sigfrid regains consciousness, seeing furs and wood in front of him, a headache to boot, he goes to stand up and what? Her wrists are locked, her arms tense, her blood is in a loop, while she turns her face towards the sky, sitting on him, astride and half naked, THE taluna, that of her deepest nightmares !

The nanny said to him with a smile, between charm and cruelty "You know, I looked for you for a long time... I even thought I found your trace towards Korat! But no... It wasn't you but that of the shadow... your twin, oh I would have liked to keep him, but he was tougher than you He is truly your mirror, I didn't think he had survived his kidnapping by your father's detractors! , the day you were born...And here you are finally in my hands. Did you think you'd escape me? If you don't comply with my demands, I'm going to make sure your sister has a bad adventure. alley, in the evening, after work..." She gently caresses the curves of the body, her jaw then her torso, while it is tense, under the tensions of the horrors she was telling him.: HER! Worst plague! Darkosis seemed a better deliverance from this odious blackmail and then...

So what exactly was she talking about with this twin story? Kidnapped at birth?

It is with rage that the blonde retorts "What are you talking about! Old harpy! Where are you taking me?" Moving to make her capsize. But the woman's suppleness only made her undulate softly on him, sneering, she said to him "in a few hands, the three moons will be reunited... You wouldn't dare refuse my invitation to discover the life of my tribe all the same?" With this sadistic laugh to boot!

But where was she taking him? What were his evil and vengeful plans? Fear torments the blond's stomach... When he was so close to finding his sister and now bad luck came back...

Continued to the next part...

 SIGFRID AVRO STORY

Another appointment with the stories of Gor's famous characters, this time with Sir Sigfrid of the Red Rock oasis telling us about his long life of adventures on the planet.

野性 BACKGROUND 野性 PART 1

From the dreaded city of Trève, Sigfrid is a young Gorean, just 6 years old, shy and candid but also tonic and playful, a little blond boy who ran around and was mischievous... father a mercenary commander and leader of the city, his mother a healer.

His father wanted to make him his heir, but his soldiers didn't see it that way and he became their whipping boy in the shadows, subjected to touching, humiliation and other light torture and sadistic abuse... They used to laugh at him, scaring him, grabbing him by the throat, pinning him up against a wall, beating him, and he would regularly come home with bruises and gashes... 

OASIS OF ISFAHAN

      Sig was mentally subjected to this harassment, their aim was supposedly to make a man of him... to toughen him up, but at that age... He was no match for these men and they succeeded, because at the age of 6, much to his father's disappointment, he decided to become a physicist's apprentice. 

It was then that his father gave his older sister Kassandra as a companion to his best mercenary, the city's first sword, making him the future leader. After 4 months, his sister became pregnant, thus providing the family line with an heir.

RUMPERSTILZ

As for Sig, his choice for the green caste did not spare him, as some soldiers continued their sadistic games on the young child, taking a certain pleasure in it, even though he did not yet have the maturity or strength to stop them... 

Another two long months passed between suffering and latent fears at night... There were rumours that the Torvis, known for their violence and carnage and who had come by boat on the Vosk, were attacking closer and closer...

Until suddenly, at nightfall, thanks to a ruse and a betrayal, the Torvis were able to penetrate the fortress of Trève, sacking, burning and slitting the throats of the citizens, with orders not to take any prisoners. In this way, they were able to reign in their strength, making the cities that were recalcitrant pay their tributes and give part of their harvest. 

SPINAKER AVRO

When this terrible attack began, Sigfrid and Kassandra managed to get away with a few jumps, thinking they could look after the wounded, but their father ordered them to flee. While the mercenaries defended the heart of the city with their lives, their mother stayed by her husband's side to care for the wounded... 

It was amidst panic, howling and bloodshed that, after a long march of hundreds of pasangs, they arrived at a boat on the banks of the Vosk and were able to escape unharmed... well, almost... But Kassandra was wounded, and a bad shock caused her to miscarry, losing her life in her womb, in tears and blood, with her little brother in her arms, panicking at the thought of leaving his parents behind, their family, their landmarks, while the whole city burned, leaving a trail of smoke and a glow in the skies that could be seen for hundreds of pasangs around...

 

But was the worst yet to come? 

 

Kassandra managed to steer the boat, with the help of her little brother, despite her worsening state of health. However, they still had to find treatment, food and drinking water. Reaching the city of Schendi, his sister was able to receive care and help from her caste. However, little Sig was distraught, as they heard much later that their city had been besieged and her family decimated.

His sister recovered as the days went by, unable to look after her little brother, who, cute as he was, was watched over by the green caste. He was learning languages, his first and second skills, as well as medicine, because if life could be snatched away so easily, he wanted to be able to protect it. Losing his mother was hard, because she was the one who taught him their caste. She had passed on her passion to him, just as his grandfather had done with her.

On a trip south to the city of Kasra, Kassandra had to find a mentor to become a healer, so she entrusted her little brother to a nanny. She had to leave for Tor, where she was given an opportunity to learn. 

But once again, fate had its way with the little blond boy. For this nanny was in fact a woman with tanned skin, from a tribe of talunas, covered like a city trader, concealed behind gentle attitudes. 

Looking for the right moment, fascinated by the little blonde angel, she decided one day, without warning, on the pretext of going for a walk with the child... to take him to a boat on the banks of the winding river... However, not understanding why she insisted on getting him into the boat, he began to whine. So she decided to drag him by force to the boat! 

ZARATHUSTRA

Perhaps the priest-kings had decided otherwise this time, because not far from the scene, a woman was strolling along the banks, accompanied by a muscular man in a red sarrouel, who was talking passionately to her about salt and trade and mines.

This woman was going to be a great help to him, because he gave her a look of such concern and expressiveness that she didn't think the nanny's attitude was very natural, and even less of the 6-year-old's struggle to argue that he shouldn't stray far from home. 

YOUSSOU

 The boat was taking him back to so much unhappiness... It was then that the woman warned her companion.

The man with the tanned skin ran over to the child and grabbed the shady woman's forearm and pulled the blond boy against his leg, Sig clinging to the leg as if for dear life. The fake nanny realised that her plan was not going to work and jumped into the boat, saying ‘we'll meet again one day...’.

The taluna simply abandoned the child. This warrior crouched down in front of the little man with a gentle smile, pushing back his blond locks. Sigfrid burst into tears. The man put the boy's forehead on his shoulder and whispered ‘Don't worry, little fellow, you'll be all right, you're safe now’. 

The woman approached in turn and realised that the child had almost been captured, and the couple exchanged glances. The woman then said ‘You're not alone any more, tell us where your family is’. But knowing nothing about it, he confided in them that they were all dead except for his sister, who had traveled to the Tahari to learn. 

The situation was delicate and they decided to take the child under their wing. 

The man said ‘I'm Spin, pretty little blond boy’.

The woman smiled at him and stroked the tear from his cheek, ‘I'm Youssou, what's your name, little angel?’

The child replied, ‘Sigfrid, lady. He grabbed the man by the neck and said in a heartbreaking voice that day ‘Thank you for protecting me, my nanny scared me’.

The pasha of Klima lifted the child in his arms and walked with his companion back to the city. 

That day, a lucky star had finally crossed the path of this child with an uncertain destiny.

 THE CONGO FAMILY STORY 

Yusud-Asad

 Congo Rashid listens as he takes a sip from his bowl, then takes a deep breath looking at Sabayna......and says: lady Sabayna there's a lot going on that I'm trying to understand, but it's a few people eeee I'm not sure why why they perform these actions, but sooner or later the light will come out of the darkness, but this is not directed at you lady Sabayna.

meanwhile Sir Qaza observes the movements of his Kajira as she serves the guests sitting under the large tent, then asks for some grape juice. Kajira promptly runs towards the servery to fulfill the master's wish.

 Meanwhile, Lady Mae, the Pasha's companion, welcomes her sister, saying that she is welcome even if she travels with other castes and flags.

 Sabayna

listen carefully to Congo's words: "Yes, there have been several misunderstandings and lack of information. I have already talked about this with your son recently. Now the question is how can we get the Sandkaiila freed from the quicksand of the dune again."

 Yusud-Asad son of the pasha and lady Mae says: I hope that today Lady Sabyana will take note of what I will say for the transition to the 4 STA from your Comaniaon Rarius, then I hope that everyone will understand.

 Congo Rashid says: listen to it.. well, in the beginning, the truth must be known, there are people who have been here longer and have documentation of things, as you know my land is according to the rules, not a made up story. . this story has been carried forward and respected.. others should know and follow how things are, or at least talk to those who have the history and documentation of things.. clarify things or at least ask for their blessing.. while it does a pause for a while, then speak again.. I am not a harsh or mean man, I am a very understanding person, but I walk with the truth and I am close at hand Lady Sabayna. I will not bend for anyone, while the truth is hidden.. I will not do it nor will my family and my people.. I respect so others give back the same.. but soon you will hear what the truth is. . look son of her... are you ready to tell the truth, son..

Yusud-Asad says: listen to it.. well, in the beginning, the truth must be known, there are people who are here longer and have documentation of things, as you know my land is according to the rules, not a made up story .. this story has been carried forward and respected.. others should know and follow how things are, or at least talk to those who have the history and documentation of things.. clarify things or at least ask for their blessing.. while he pauses for a while, then speaks again.. I am not a harsh or mean man, I am a very understanding person, but I walk with the truth and I am close at hand Lady Sabayna. I will not bend for anyone, while the truth is hidden.. I will not do it nor will my family and my people.. I respect so others give back the same.. but soon you will hear what the truth is. . look son of him... are you ready to tell the truth, son..

 Yusud_Asad says: I think everyone is served "take a sip" let me so if you, my father, give permission to talk about our history and our journey.

Sabayna I think everyone is served "

Sabayna nods to Congo and Yusud: “I am listening carefully and will gladly pass this on to my comrade Yuroki, Vizier. who could not come, but I can assure you that he is on your side, especially since he has lived the whole story himself since Teehra, Cartassa and the Silver Stone Oasis.

 Congo Rashid tells his son about him. please tell the story of our Congo family

let's begin...........

Yusud_Asad says: salaam/tal/greetings to all and thank you for attending this meeting about the Congo family and their journey through Gor.

Let's start with Congo, who was Ibn Saran? We don't know who ibn Saram's parents were, the only thing we know is that he was the son of Saran because Ibn means son of. From the documents we have ((btb) he was Ubarsalt and apparently the creator of this lineage of several descendants, since he was married to Anastazia Bellecoeur Saran, who were the parents of Ibn Saran, we do not know. The only thing we know is that he was son of Saran because Ibn means son of.

From this union they had 14 descendants, we deduce that they are all direct, we do not know which ones were adopted. but we will talk about a direct line of these descendants.

let's not forget that Ibn Sara was an agent of the kurri and that he brings the aerospace ship to destroy all the gor

Sabayna nods, remembering that SARAN and Anastasia once invited her to their Dune Guard Kasbah.

Yusud continues:

Eleonora Bint Saran, one of the daughters of Ibn Saran because Bint means Daughter of, was the companion of Java Hakim, who had the following children Sarana Bint Hakim, Avalon Bint Saran, Junayd Ibn Hakim, from the documents we have, but we know that there are they are others until such time as we currently have your documents. he nods

: Sarana Bint Hakim went with Lux, who later became known as Nazım al-Malik Ibn Yusuf, one of the descendants of the family descended from Hakimm whose lineage dates back more than 4 years. generations, the fact that such a union was permitted under Gorean civil laws, who had several descendants:

Firstborn son: Ra'id Ibn Hakim

Second son: Básim al-Asad Ibn Yusuf

Third son: Jabari Adheem Ibn Yusuf,

Daughter: Zakera Qandi Bint Yusuf, Safiwah Elmas Bint Yusuf

Granddaughter: Ta'alah Bolour Bint Yusuf

Grandson: Abu Hârûn ibn Jabari and Khalil Farras ibn Jabari are born. It should be remembered that Sarana Bint Hakim was the granddaughter of IBn saran or ubar salt, as there was a hakim in that lineage, so one of the hakin lines became ubar salt by descent starting from one of his sons to this day, his son Ra 'id Ibn Hakim

Yusud recalls that the sons of Sarana and Yusud were pashas of some Oases Jabari Adheem Ibn Yusuf of teehra with his compagnon

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later Jabari Adheem Ibn Yusuf became known as Jabari Hideo Ibn Yusuf became high pasha of teeehra and aretal, his companion Mariah bint Zuhayr having his sons and daughters:

Abu Hârûn ibn Jabari

Khalil Farras ibn Jabari

Zainab Gul-e-Rana bint Jabari

Zulaikha Allat bint Jabari

Rashid Umar ibn Jabari later known as Congo Rashid Umar ibn Jabari

Tarek Mus'ad Ibn Jabari

Jabari Adham ibn Jabari

Sadiq Ala'al din ibn Jabari for the references and what we know, Pasha of Red Rock

Salome al-Aliah bint Jabari

Jada Ara bint Jabar father warriors (Jabari Hideo Ibn Yusuf)

(Sabayna seems impressed by this extraordinary genealogy.)

Jabari, victor of the Aretai, owner of the land of sand and salt, right flank of the Thousand, guardian of the gates and master of a thousand slaves confer on my son

Khalil Farras ibn Jabari, the title of High Pasha, Victorious of the Aretai, Son of the Mountain, Right Flank of the Thousand, Guardian of the Gates and Master of the Thousand Slaves

Abu Harun ibn Jabari, triumphant of the Aretai, son of the mountain, right flank of the Thousand, protector of the gates and right hand of Teehra

We also know that after the Battle of Red Rock Oasis, and when the Tashid were defeated, this tribe became vassal of the Aretai, Red Rock is still a vassal of the Tashid and sub-vassal of the Aretai.

The oasis of Tashid and his tribe were ruled by one of the descendants of the aretal by a son or grandson of Java Hakin and later by one of the descendants of Yusud. and it still remains so today.

As in every battle, whoever loses things changes, including the pashas of these places, nothing more natural, consequences of war another thing is natural that when there are alliances between oases, cities and towns or settlements, fixed or nomadic, often these pashas, ​​tribal leaders, revoke these alliances and befriend their descendants from different tribes or oases to be companions and have sons and daughters, thus keeping the bloodline broader and strengthened and these will then become your pasha children , the most natural thing for this to happen. therefore our descendants are scattered in different oases such as pashas and others and throughout Gor.

Congo Rashid Umar ibn Jabari, one of the sons of Jabari Hideo Ibn Yusuf and Mariah bint Zuh, as we have seen above, was also a warrior and commander of a group of fighters, including his position in the strategic defense of Teehra as well as in the battle , however I am going to become a healer or doctor for many years, where he met his pupil Mae, who later became free companion and a passion and unconditional love and dedication for each other. Later he was called by Jabari his father because he needed him and began to teach him the steps of Pasha, since he was prince of the Aretais and Teehra tribes.

he taught him this subject and was later sent to Cartassa to gain experience as a Pasha. For a few years he resumed the theera and subsequently, after a short time, the seals of Teehra and the testimony of the high pasha and head of the aretal and the pasha of Teehra. who until now maintains this position, where he was forced to stop being a healer to become a pasha, although even when necessary he still helps in the infirmary because he loves being a healer.

As time went by, the Congo healer or doctor became a great provider in this matter as well as one of its elders, helping with his knowledge many cities and people around the world and widely recognized as the Congo doctor throughout the country, saving many people with your knowledge.

as Lady Mae said, she was a student from the Congo, where they fell in love and later, after Lady Mae's studies ended, they would become free companions, understanding up to this point and maintaining it.

Lady Mother also has an interesting and important lineage, her mother was the blessed healer Alethia, descendant of the Tuchcuk and her father the blessed Torvie and the High Jarl, he calls it all the clans united against the great invasion of the Kurri against Gor ( (documented and mentioned in the books)), who won this battle, we know that they had 18 descendants (sons and daughters), their grandfather, a great leader of the tuchucks, they did something among the wagons, who was the one who succeeded to unite the tuchuck tribes well, don't worry, you'll know

now let's talk about your lineage as my mother's brother

later other tribes not like the tuchucks, for example the napoliam tribes among others, who are scattered throughout the gor like unian chariots of all the tribes. from her companion everyone heard about Lady Kaiila, the eldest of the doctors and creator of study methods for all new students, and approved by the entire gor. This is the lineage of Lady Mae and who later became companion of Congo and Pasha katoun of the aretais and of teehra now of the tashid and their oases, from whom they had the following descendants:

Children:

Emine Umar Cider

Yusud-Asad struck Umar Ibn Congo

Emine Umar Cider

Safina Umar bint El Congo

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I burn Windstar Umar ibn Congo

Adira Umar Bint El Congo then Adira Tolnus

Jabari Umar ibn Congo

Lilly Bint Congo as Lilly Sands Congo King knows

The South Umar Ibn Congo knows the South, the turning point of Nadira Umar Bint EL Congo

Jane Bint Congo from her lost daughter

 Tanzima Umar defeated Congo

nieces and nephews: the list of existence as well as nieces and nephews and cousins ​​and so on

It's about the lineage of both Congo and Mae and where they fit into Gor's roleplaying, who they were and what they are as well as their dispositions from Gor, we have them spread across all castes except an Initiate. as far as we know eehra chuckles we talk about it a bit as well as tashid and why we are in tashid.

Teehra is the capital of the Aretals, located At the southern end of the Voltai mountain range, near the lower Fayeen River, lies Teehra. It is an essential outpost to support and preserve the mercantile trade and the precious salt caravans departing from Tahari. The people inhabiting Teehra are divided into four groups; Dayf Alsharf or, Guest of Honour, Badu or, Nomads, Rijal Qabayil or, Tribe and eabd or slave Teehra is a land held by the proud Aretai, whose vassal tribes include; Arani, Luraz, Raviri, Tashid, Ti and Zevar. Tajuk in some situations

Mae tells him: have you forgotten Sidra he replies laughing...she is older than me

Sabayna nods, "A truly remarkable genealogy, Vizier. Without a doubt, you are one of the oldest and most respected families in southern Gor."

Yusud says ~ yes and as from the chariots and clans trives

Teehra is an amalgamation of people and it is their lifestyle that separates them. The people of Teerha are divided into large groups, the nomadic ones, called Badu, who prefer to travel, and the Rijal Qabayil, who are settled. The Badu are driven by simple needs; independence, pastures for the sustenance of the flocks, water, food. They prefer to camp outside the city walls when the need to trade brings them into the city. Rijal Qabayil, known to the Badu as "the other half", is still. They are artisans, traders, farmers and craftsmen. People who need to travel, such as doctors or tinsmiths, are considered Rijal Qabayil because their life is linked to the city.

the Pasha nods

we can forget about the tahariThe Badu consider themselves equal to each other, which cannot be said of the Rijal Qabayil, whose wealth inequality leads to disparities that do not exist in Badu Culture.

Despite these differences in lifestyle, Badu and Rijal Qabayil coexist and consider themselves "one tribe" in Teerha, Aretai. They share a common language, a common culture and a common code of ethics and behavior that shape their daily lives; honor, home, family and hospitality.

The district of Teehra is large because it occupies the entire extent of the vassal oasis, as a commercial city it is also a station or one of the trading posts in the entire tahari, as TOr one of the vassal oases of the Aretals, and its pashas descendants of Ibn Saran and Hakim, the one who took their descendants were rich and great pashas, ​​since for Tashid after the loss of freedom he became a vassal of the aretals and ruled by pashas descendants of the aretals, as was done with the red rock, thus increasing his dominion As far as it's about the war between aretal and tashid, the reason was never really defined, but as always the Tajuk spread rumors and rumors about things that never happened, they just do To have a war and participate in it, this tribe of Tajuk became or joined the Aretai They reportedly found that some warriors found a member of this tribe, lost in the desert, fed him and treated his wounds. He survived, apparently, and then became a vassal of the Aretai.

In the battle against IBN Saran and his followers, when the great leaders of the Aretai and Kavar were mortal enemies, the day

In the battle against IBN Saran and his followers, when the great leaders of the Aretai and Kavar were mortal enemies, on the battlefield, after learning that they had been deceived by IBN Saran and a group of outlaws led by Tarna, a woman warrior, they gathered and marched together for the first time with all their vassals. before they decided to leave, the Tajuk khan only shouted that he was going to war and that he wanted war, a decision between the two great Tahri tribes to go to war, which destroyed the kabash (fort) of the dune guards and where ibn sran who Was Ubarsalt and that residence of Ubar,

: Kilma never had nor any Ubar live there. but rather a salt master that every inhabitant of Kilma is a free man condemned to live and die in the Kilma salt mines, there are only those coded as slaves in the mines, their skills as free from their castes were used to document salt records, wound treatment, etc. One of the best known salt masters is Tzet, when the dune guards arrived in Kilma there are only keneels and nothing else, such as historical curse records

hen the dune guards arrive at KIlma, they stand close together, they don't even go into their kaillas, they unload their supplies and load the salt cylinders and release them and mark the KIlma fort, if you may say so.

In the aftermath of this battle, the enemies shared salt and water and established themselves as Tahari according to Tahari traditions and customs.

From this meeting between all the tribes, a new Ubarsalt was named, as we have seen, a descendant of Hakim and Bint Saran, and his descendants still remain because all the tribes decided so, including for a certain period also that of Ubarsalt.

When Teehra was engulfed in an extreme sandstorm, Quakl was completely buried, its citizens took refuge in several oases scattered throughout Tahari, Congo and many of its citizens took refuge in the Tashid Oasis, which was for these inhabitants and tribe proclaimed his pasha and chief, thus becoming head of two tribes and two oases, teehra swallowed by the storm and the aretal and the tashid. The Ba'du tribe has returned to the position of teehra as well as other nomadic tribes, to bring forth teehra, they are supported by water, food and everything they need to live in such a place by all aretals and gods their vassals. Who knows if one day we will get Teehra back.

 about the pasha of red rock as Spin knows, one day he will visit our oasis and ask my father if he is Tarek's family, yes, he is Tarek Mus'ad Ibn Jabari was the point of reference for a pasha of Red Rock and his private descendants are the pash

as of the Red Rock Oasis

This is the story of the Congo family, Teehra and Tashid and why we are in Tashid. and if one day teehra returns to osi of Tashid she will have a pasha's price designed by my father

Lady Mae Leidolf El Congo

: She gently taps my shoulder in Gorean applause. Thank you, my son. If you ever get tired of becoming Vazier, I think you could make a living as a storyteller