dariantravels

 

send by  Big Little Girl

Volume #2. October 2026

Dearest treasured audience…

While the Priest Kings govern from the remote heights of the Sardar, a strict and uncompromising code of honor dictates life upon the surface of Gor. The recent events unfolding across the cities are not mere fodder for idle gossip, but crucial turning points in our history. A serious scribe must approach these developments with a steady hand, for the shifting alliances and rising tensions threaten to reshape the very foundations of the Counter Earth. 

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Blodfjellet Fjord is absolutely abuzz with the most delicious scandal. While one might expect a Northern Torvaldsland Chieftain to occupy his mornings with raiding or axe sharpening, Chieftain Stjórn BlueTooth has instead spent his day engaged in a far more treacherous battlefield. Hysterical village gossip and a truly catastrophic domestic blunder. 

The icy winds of the fjord could not compete with the chill that descended upon the longhouse this morning. Word has reached this author’s ears that Stjórn attempted to surprise his formidable lady, Demetria Kolanáma BlueTooth, with a romantic gesture. Wishing to honor her renowned beauty, the Chieftain commissioned a grand ice sculpture. Regrettably, the local sculptor completely misjudged the proportions, leaving Demetria immortalized with a nose resembling a tarsk tusk and midsection proportions that suggested she had consumed an entire bosk. The hilarious antics that followed have set the villagers whispering behind their fur cloaks.

 Their son, Ólíver BlueTooth, was seen escaping the longhouse entirely, howling with laughter and charging admission to the local youth just to peek through the window at his father’s desperate domestic penance. As the ice sculpture slowly melts into a puddle of matrimonial regret, one wonders how Stjórn will ever restore his fierce reputation. 

Rest assured, dear reader, this author will be watching from the ridges, quill in hand. ******************************************************************

The City of Port Olni,that shimmering jewel of Southern Gor is currently drowning in a sea of its own hilarious absurdity. Our esteemed Ubar, Jarek SpiritWeaver, has always prided himself on ruling with an iron fist. Regrettably, that fist is currently wedged inside a decorative ceramic urn. 

The chaos, as it so often does, traces back to the Ubar’s two offspring: Tristan SpiritWeaver: A young man whose athletic prowess is matched only by his stunning lack of situational awareness. Vixen SpiritWeaver: A woman who possesses the tactical mind of a tactical commander and the impulse control of a caffeinated vulo. 

The current catastrophe is entirely logistical. It began when Vixen decided that the official palace guards looked "insufficiently intimidating." Seeking to correct 

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