TRAVEL FROM tASSA SEA TOWARD tHAHARI  DESERT (CARTASSA) 

 

Our Oasis was now a reality, the castle was renovated even if a little gloomy, the houses of the inhabitants were built, life had taken the right direction, the ships arrived, the word had spread throughout the Planet of the new Oasis,

 

Oasis was now a reality, the castle was renovated even if a little gloomy, the houses of the inhabitants were built, life had taken the right direction, the ships arrived, the word had spread across the Planet of the new Oasis, all the ships Pirates, who left or were headed to Anango, sailing from North to South, or headed towards the large cities of Brundisium, Port Kar, or even further east up the Wosk river, towards the Olni river, with the city of the same name, very large very rich, or towards the Thentis river, from where the track starts for the Great Sardar, or for the Sanctuary, thousands of young people every year, before they turn twenty-five years old, have to make the Pilgrimage.

Some Captains at the port were talking about the En-Kara fair, it was the great celebration of the Gorean New Year, on that occasion thousands of people from all over the planet exhibited their goods, I had never been to that fair, I always felt the leader of the Merchants, sometimes the Ambassador, and I was curious to see her, the Oasis was now built, everything was calm and I had excellent administrators, I no longer had ties, Margot with the slave Alika, left to return to the island of Leisure, I had no more news from them, I was alone now, I had the desire to cross the desert again and see again the place where I was born, in the great Tahari desert, and from there passing through the glorious city of AR, I would go to proud, this year there was going to be a conference of Scribes and Magistrates and I didn't want to miss it.

I organized the trip in every detail, I wanted to disembark at the port of Ship Rock, I wanted to revisit the places of my childhood, I remember that Korat, the city where I lived with my adoptive father, Sir Mith and Lady BB, had fallen to the Panthers of the forest, we fled at night to Ship Rock and from there, we embarked for the North, Leaving ruin and death behind us

I didn't take many men with me, just some trusted guards and some slaves, the crossing to the mainland wasn't very long, we passed by the island of moor, they had rebuilt it but much smaller, I had lived there, many memories emerged in my mind, but I closed my eyes, so as not to remember, the next day we disembarked at the small port of Kanras, now everything had changed, we asked if any caravan was headed for the desert, after speaking with many Bedouin merchants, they finally told us that there was it was a possibility of a caravan, but only for the Four Palms oasis, the next day finally, they warned me for a caravan, which went down to Kargash, then Turia, Omen valley, Kataii, and finally we would arrive at the Two Scimitars Oasis, it was there that the great En-Kara fair would be held that year, they told me that the city of Tor was at war with the city of AR, for this reason, we would cross the desert from further south, keeping stay away from any trouble.

It promised to be a long journey, I wasn't prepared enough, I hadn't crossed the desert for many years, and I had some small fears, about the unknowns of the future, we set off with a certain enthusiasm, but sometimes the future proves to be different from reality, therefore something terrible was waiting for us around the corner.

In fact, after leaving Gargash headed for Turia, the horizon darkened, the Caravan leader said that we would stop, due to that storm coming, I was not prepared for this new test that the King Priests were sending us, we relied on the skill of the Bedouins, who identified a clearing protected by some rocks, with extreme speed they tied the tents together, dug a large ditch in the sand, we covered ourselves with sheets and blankets, it was something terrible, it lasted for a few hours, the wind carried away everything it encountered on his way, even some Camels disappeared from the field, carried away by that terrible wind, finally everything passed, the merchants counted the damage, collecting as much of their goods and animals as they could, the leader of the Merchants after a careful evaluation, decided it was better to reach the city of Cartassa, a little further north, we would have bought them back food and water, I didn't know

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  A LONG JOURNEY IN THE REGION OF THE PANI CIVILIZATION, VISITING SOME VILLAGES 

NARA ISLAND

     

I was eagerly waiting to leave for the North 

. on the route of the Pani villages (descendants of the Japanese people on Planet Earth).

CITY OF DAPHNA

 Lady Sabayna had sent me the travel program, I had published it, but in the end I set out alone, first passing through the village of Hammersgaard, where I met Lady Tania, who was busy preparing security in the village, because the snow is already covering everything and everything needs to be protected until spring.

 Then I went into the archipelago that includes the Pani Islands, first Kamura Island, then Nara Island and finally Daphna Island. I also wanted to visit the city of Selnar but the weather conditions were adverse. I will do so soon.

 I met my friend Aiko for many years, she showed me the beauties of the beautiful city of Kamura, and told me about their customs and traditions, I will post some photos to represent the Pani cities, I hope you will enjoy getting to know a world made up of kind people and beautiful women in their costumes, I had already told you years ago about a Pani village where I was hosted with kindness, and with all the honors, a peaceful people who trade with the Planet, but when needed they are also great warriors.

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VILLAGE OF LARA NOTICE

 Greetings,  Let me introduce myself.  I am Magnus Baine, new City Administrator of The City of Lara.  I am sending this scroll to you as an invitation to the City of Lara Trade Fair which will be held from December 19th- December 21st. Lara will provide booths for each city who decides to send representatives of the merchants to the fair.  Each city will be allowed 20 prims to show off their goods.  

Please feel free to visit Lara at any time beginning now to select your preferred market booth; we have several colors to choose from and all are located in the park at the Lara main gate. 

There will be entertainment daily and seminars on our new campus.  The week will  conclude with an OOC Holiday Ball that all are invited to attend.

Please share this with your Merchant Head of Caste and kindly RSVP to myself or Lara Head Merchant Erik Kro (mousetolliver Resident), or Lara Ambassador Kreg Ember (kreg.skytower) at any time.

Thank you and we look forward to seeing you and your wares here in Lara.

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Magnus L Baine

Lara, City Administrator

 

Wednesday, December 3, 2025

GREAT CHARACTERS OF GOR 

             LADY DARA

Story of Lady Dara in Italian for my Uncle Darian 

Ink stained Lady Dara's fingertips, a perpetual sign of her calling. In the silent sanctuary of the scerva, surrounded by scrolls stacked like ancient bones and the scent of aged parchment, Lady Dara was a sentinel of memory.

Her black hair, visible only in the smooth wave from her forehead to beneath her blue veil, framed startlingly blue eyes that peered intently at the delicate script. Her face, a mystery to most, remained hidden behind the intricate folds of her veil, a customary shield for women of her caste, but for Dara it was also a shield for her thoughts and expressive features, which, if exposed, could attract unwanted attention. She was no mere copyist. As a skilled scribe, she held the pulse of the city in her careful hand, transcribing the births of new citizens, the sad tally of the dead, the complex decrees of the Sardar, the fluctuations in the prices of grain and slaves at the market, and the grand declarations of war and peace.

Lady Dara Castle

Her southern accent, a soft lilt that sometimes escaped her lips when she dictated to a young scribe, marked her as a woman of high lineage, originally from the Southern Cities of Gor. Her lineage resonated in the quiet authority of her posture, in the graceful gesture of her hand over the parchment. Being a high-caste Freewoman earned her a certain respect, despite her highly unconventional lifestyle.

Lady Dara was single again, hers a path shaped by choice and circumstance. Her son, Poseidon, a lively boy with his mother's dark hair and a spirit as indomitable as the sea, was the fruit of a previous free companionship. His father, himself a scholar, had departed, the contract dissolved, leaving Dara with the precious gift of a son to raise alone.

Sometimes, as the afternoon sun slanted through the tall, narrow windows, illuminating sparks of dust that danced in the air, Dara would pause, pen poised, contemplating her future. She recorded the lives of others, meticulously archiving their destinies, but her own life was a tapestry woven from threads of independence and tradition. She was a woman of intellect in a city that valued female obedience, a mother without a partner, in a society that defined women by their men. Her veils, while masking her spirit, also granted her a unique form of anonymity, granting her a certain freedom in her work that few women enjoyed. She was the custodian of Gor's history, its secrets, its very identity, and in that knowledge, hidden behind the veils, lay her silent and formidable power...

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