The travels of Sabayna 4th(you can pick up a copy in the hotspot of Isfahan the city of Sabayna)

SABAYNA'S STORY
  THE PILGRIMAGE-FROM NADIRA TO THE SARDAR MOUNTAINS

     What I really wanted was to make the pilgrimage, every good Gorean must do it within his twenty-five years, sometimes organized by initiates sometimes real groups are organized, crossing the Sardar is not advisable alone, dangers loom during the journey.
     My journey starts from the city of Nadira in the gulf of Cadonicus, in the North-West of the sea of Thassa crossing the whole plain up to the Sardar mountains, I was in Nadira after escaping from the plague from Bazi, I spoke about it last time and I was there because I had come to visit my sister, I was now twenty-four and the time had come for the pilgrimage, also by virtue of a radical change and to become aware of life.

      I hadn't challenged my father when choosing my mate and I only reproach myself for abandoning Bazi when my creams and herbs could ease the pains of disease in the city, look at the sun below left two black dots, the city of Kasra.

   I didn't have to pray at the shrine for my family or anything else, I wanted to be as close to what the Priest Kings call home, I hadn't agreed to swear on Nadira's stone, I wanted to understand, grow, know what my direction, my true path, even if I had been kindly accepted by all, but I was aware that like others who believe in the Initiates it was the right time to go, understand, pray, the right age before twenty-five.

    The Connoisseur (philosopher) Dupie, I speak with my patron Aiax, gave him a Golden tarn for travel and expenses, they gave me the Pilgrim's staff, I saluted my sister, Aiax, my neighbor Gireaux, my friend Malin , my friend Brianna, the head of the merchants, Dupie said he would come with me to his monastery, I took my briefcase and my bundle of clothes, we left for Cardonicus, the thinker Dupie went down to the platform first, turned around to the captain tapping his stick on the side of the ship and said a prayer addressed to the Priest Kings '' Tu Bosk drunk, miserable Vulo, blue lightning will strike you, you said you know the way, and then you sail the seas drunk for ages without knowing the destination? Thank you Priest-Kings for hearing my prayers and showing us the way! ''.

     Dupie disappeared into the crowd without paying the ferryman, which I did for him too, three copper plates, whereupon when I saw the crowded city I crossed it to the mountains in the distance, there was my journey, until I reached high white walls of a monastery, where a young student of Dupie, opened me and I entered what was the school for new Initiates,
the young monk with shaved hair shows me the great monastery, I would have liked to meet Dupie again but no trace of him, the young man assigns me a room and offers to let me visit the monastery, long parallel white walls that end at a large staircase with a large Temple at the top of the hill, we sat looking into the distance, the gulf and the city of Cardonicus in the distance and certainly further on there must be Nadira, the sound of a bell warned us for dinner.

    Early the next morning the young man called me for breakfast, which unlike the Spartan dinner was plentiful, then it was time for greetings and thanks, the boy accompanied me to the gate telling me he would show me the way, but once he turned pale and nervous, I asked him for the reason, and he told me he wanted to follow me on my journey, I asked him if Dupie knew, he said no, I knew he would never give permission to abandon his studies, and I understood from the looks of the young man who was madly in love with me. I was very amazed and I knew that he could not kidnap me and escape we would have no future, I told him that the pilgrimage for me and like his school, ''A Proof'' so I promised to meet him on his return and think about what would be the our future. I liked the boy too and who knows, in the meantime I put the second bronze ring on my stick, my sister had given me the first one, they are the rings that demonstrate permanence in places, three bronze rings, one silver, ten silver a gold one, and I was at the beginning. A total of 58 seats, some empty, others very busy with citizens.

    Saying goodbye to the monastery, I finally got to the point where the climb to Teveh Pass begins. At its narrowest point, the trail leads through the mountains up a long gorge to the pass, then over the top of the pass and finally down the south side to the fields of Sa Tar Na in the great plain north of the Vosk. I could have stayed on the north side of the mountains and passed through Harfax, but then I would have passed Clearchos Forest, which swarmed with thieves and Panrtere, we would have kept to the south side on the other side of the mountain following the safer Theveh pass, but at Rive du Bois it was very close to the forest.

      When I reached the meeting point at the start of the pass road, a happy crowd was already there waiting for the next caravan. Booths were set up where showmen and magicians performed their tricks, musicians played their tunes, kajirae juggled with torches, merchants sold their wares. They were all going to Ko-Ro-Ba down in Vosk, or up the Sardar Mountains. One poet especially struck me. He stood apart, where it was more silent, on a small stage, and he recited touching and beautiful verses than I had ever heard in my life. It was just what I needed to get over the farewell to the Monastery boy, a red haired Kajira wandered around collecting coins for the Poet, but the men preferred to walk towards the Sul-paga booth with their coins, that's when I remembered who the poet and the girl were I had met them in Bazi, his name was Romero she Kiù, I approached, introduced myself, he remembered me and Bazi and offered me his protection and an invitation to travel together.

 

    The road to Teveh Pass was less dangerous although everyone feared otherwise. It was a splendid sight to see the motley crowd of jugglers, showmen, traders and pilgrims marching through the mountains in a long procession with waving flags and carts. Romero, Kiu and I didn't have a wagon, so together with the group on foot we walked happily looking around the beauties of the place.
We descended the mountain, came to the vast plain north of the Vosk with the vast fields of Sa Tarna stretching between Oak and Ko-Ro-Ba, The path now led us for many hands (days) through the cornfields. There were no big cities or villages, just small hamlets and farms where the farmers let us sleep on straw. During the day the sun beat down mercilessly from the sky, because the En-Var, (summer) we walked for at least 700 pasang through endless fields of wheat before the landscape gradually became greener. Small forests appeared before us, there were streams with clear water where we could refresh ourselves, pastures with magnificent cattle and orchards, we reached the region of Belnend in Rorus we received from the Master Builder lady Kusa the rings for the pilgrim's staff. she was a lovely lady who invited us in as soon as we stopped in front of her door, tired from the long walk, our clothes and hair still covered in straw, we met Bo and his partner Nici. I think I've seen her a few times before, but I didn't know that she was my future companion's faithful brother-in-arms. she gently taps the Piedmontese black wooden stick on the ground, and with his sleeve carefully rubs the precious metal pommel of the Sardar mountains, making him think of his adventures.
  As soon as we entered Rorus I realized that I needed a few days of rest, I asked the builder to assign me a room. Lady Kusa invited me as a guest to her house, while Romero and Kiu were still fit and continued their journey.
    The stay with lady Kusa was the most beautiful thing, she was a good Builder and was also known as an inventor of useful objects, such as my sister's kitchen that she used at home, I asked him if he had any new inventions for perfumers, but he said not yet but if you stay with me we'll do it together, the Sardar mountains are still there anyway.

    Lady Kusa took me under her protection, she taught me many things, dressing like a lady, how to buy objects and how to behave, together we studied many things for my perfume shop, and also a cauldron for perfumes which I still have on my terrace today, but eventually departure I left it with her I would have taken it on my return. She organized my pilgrimage with a group of departing Rorus so I could travel in safety. I was there a quarter of a year, the time between one fair and another, the next stop would be Rarn, a small quiet village to the west it was a beautiful place in a small forest, with a water mill, I can't remember a village improve.

   Their quiet life in Rarn suited the village. They were extremely drinkable, but also very hospitable. Many of them lived from the wood industry, there were lumberjacks and boat builders, but also fishermen, a blacksmith, a baker and of course an innkeeper. They are used to pilgrims especially those who come from AR, who cross the Vosk, the road passes by their village, the village elder Gawan and his companion Tanissa welcomed us with joy making us rest and refreshments.
   We leave Rarn and headed north to reach the Shrine, we walked a wide straight road 25-30 Pasang long

the only place of note between Ran and the mountains was a pilgrims' hostel, which we met halfway to the fortress of Saphronicus in the Sardar mountains, the closer we got the more the crowds increased pilgrims from everywhere, I wish I was there at the beginning of SeKar, but the stay in Robur took a long time so I arrived at SeVar, the mountains were already covered with snow, a beautiful sight, we arrived at night, candles and torches lit everywhere, climb to the top the white mountains were majestic, I stood on the Great Palisade Platform for a long time and enjoyed the spectacle. Along the way I had thought a lot about what I 

 wanted to say to the King Priests. What I wanted to thank them for, I wanted to ask their forgiveness, what I wanted to ask them for others. But while I was up there on the platform, I just stood speechless, I stood thinking, with real emotion, joy and gratitude.
I have been eight other times to the Sanctuary but the first time I will never forget

 text adapted by Darianarliss-editor

 THE LEGEND OF SKUOLD
AND THE GREAT AIDAN THE PIRATE

 

     I didn't want to believe it when I received a message from a pirate from my great friend Jinny, I hadn't seen her since the parties from Venna to I don't know where, and now she was telling me that she had finally found her son Aidan; indeed he was the one who had been looking for her for years.

   But the island of the Pirate who had always kept in his heart, the Rock of Skuold was the one who wanted to live happily on his island, and make his home there, took his ships and returned to the rock where he made his headquarters, I send a message to the mother to invite her to join him, he finally wanted to have a family after so many years lived as a Gorean asa Pirate and as a fighter. Now he is finally happy but the happiness is greater because his mother told him that he had a twin brother, he still lived in the south but does not know in which city, he is happy and I order a captain to turn south in look for his brother and take him home, and now look forward to the family reunion.

 

 

    He told me to go to an island lost in the Sea of Thassa, far to the north, which the maps do not mention, and until then he was known only as the legend of the pirate who had amassed wealth by pocketing bounties from wanted people around the planet, the legend often told to me my captain told of an island with a hilltop keep lost in the mist and cold of north thorwsland, but no one ever found out, until his son Aidan with his ships going round the thousand islands del thassa managed to discover and make the island and the Rocca his home and abode.

   I was fascinated by this story, even as a young man when I lived in port Kar I had heard of a treasure island, but never any captain of the great fleet of the city had ever found it, so I decided to leave the city of Klima, passing through Telnus in the 'archipelago of Cos, up to Hammersgaard where I bought food for the journey into the unknown, Jinny had sent me a map, but it was not detailed, and the captain of the ship would have studied it.

      We came in sight of the island which, as mentioned, was not mentioned in the maps, the fog enveloped it and the hills covered with snow, we moored at the port where sir Aidan's fleet was stationed, and we prepared to go down, my friend Lady Jinny, he was on the quay to welcome me with his son and his slaves, I was happy to see Jinny happy and radiant, he told me that now he was in charge of the merchandise in the keep there are no castes and the citizens are the sailors pirates of his fleet, sir aidan I invite us in the large hall before taking us to the fortress not in good condition, and once seated at a table and refreshed by the slaves I asked Jinny's son to tell me his story, and after thinking about it for a while he said yes I'll tell you but I don't think so you have enough paper to write about my life, giggling and patting the slave's ass.

    After drinking from his cup he looked at me and said: After the fall of Cartassa in the desert, a slave girl hid me in a basket, taking me to a tribe of chariots of the Kasar, they welcomed me and taught me many things of life and of the earth, I was fascinated by the creation of handmade objects, and the tribe taught me the art of the torturer, and this led me to travel from city to city until I landed in Port Kar where with my skills I became captain of a ship, and with my cutthroat pirates I amassed riches until I had nine ships in my fleet, and selling my sword and fleet to the highest bidder, I missed my mother, so I began to tour the cities from north to south for many years but in vain, and it was then that during that search I found the pirate's treasure island

     In reality it was an old fortified fortress built on a hill surrounded by fog, the sea in that stretch was always very agitated by currents that meet between the Thassa and the islands of the far north, the old Pirate had accumulated wealth with the proceeds of bounties pocketed by capturing or killing wanted people throughout Planet Gor.
 

    After renovating the island, the fortress and the port, to make it his lair, he sets out again in search of the mother he never forgot, and after many searches I find her in an anonymous southern city with powerful Torvsland leaders.
    finally the family was reunited, while he was with her he was summoned to a small outpost of the city of Venna to extract a confession from a slave, (as you know the testimony of a slave in trials is valid only if extracted by torture, because slaves they can't talk in the presence of freemen), then had another escort job for a freewoman in a village in the north, later found destroyed, thence across the north from village to village to Thornhall, embracing Northern culture, even though he realized that up north they were mostly Southern transplanted men who hated Southern politics and foibles, he looked for a place to call ''Homestone'' and found them a bond, now he had a home a mother and a wife slave who gave him the heat of the fire and the love of the earth.


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TRIP TO THE CITY OF TELNUS

     ** ISLE OF COS - CITY OF TELNUS **
         region imperial world

      Here I am still travelling, after having visited the new city under construction of Turmus, I returned to the Desert to the city of Klima, where I had opened my headquarters of the Goreani Gazettes, finally I could rest, while I was as usual on a walkway observing the caravans arriving, I was pleased to see my merchant friend Lady Alika in the crowd, I rushed to say hello, I hadn't seen her for some time, we were happy to meet and spent the morning in the tea room, reminiscing about times gone by, it was then that she told me about a city in the Archipelago of Cos, which is called Telnus, I lived in the archipelago but in the village of Degalbi, a village of peasants dedicated to agriculture and mainly to the production of wine, very famous throughout the Planet for its goodness.

     Telnus told me it was a beautiful island with its houses perched on the mountain, but surrounded by white sandy beaches, I was very curious to know this part of the archipelago that I didn't know, and I asked Alika to tell me more about its location, who they were their Ubars and commanders, she told me about their trade and the great port at the foot of the mountain, and I made notes, then told me that I had heard that there would be a Roc tournament, a new card game, based on the game of the ''lonely'' planet earth, this game was invented by sir Toran.Thais, the creator of the game ''Zare and Kaissa'' then it was remade and improved by sir Zane Kante, who promotes it in Planet Gor, organizing tournaments, in cities, he explained to me that the game is played with cards that 

 represent real Gorean men, who fight for the glory of their city, or village, if he is a slave he plays for the glory of his Master, usually the battles are fought between North and South, in cards as the culture of Gor wants, like the old battles represented in paintings or written in books, with sword and bow, and as usual the slaves are very good at this game, but lately even free men are rediscovering beauty and antagonism.

  the game is called ''caste rank'' known as ''ROC'' created in memory of well known lady Rockin Babbi, gem of Fina smiles.

Sir Zane says this is the first major tournament in Telnus but there will be more soon, and soon (4th May I believe) there will be another ROC tournament, and there will be a purse of **3K-2K-1K-500, from 1st to 4th we have the black board, we hope many participate, and true many are used to sword tournaments in the arena but this too is fun and there is no bloodshed.

     We left together Alika and I and after a long and tiring journey we arrived in sight of the Islands. but a storm blocked us in the sea, lightning thunder and strong rough sea, when we finally arrived at the port, we went down trying to reach the beach of the tournament, but by now it was over, I will try to write more about this interesting game, and while Alika was returning to the ship for his goods I walked towards the secondary entrance that leads from the beach to the city, naturally climbing the long stairs to the beautiful square of the tavern, with a breathtaking view, we were at sunset and the sun plunged into the sea on the horizon, the white houses turned red at that sunset and the first lamps lit up on the tables and in the streets of the city.

     The maidservants told me that L'ubara was Lady Adara Sciarri, a familiar name I may already have known. and I promised myself to meet her the next day to have the possibility of stopping for some time working in the city

CHARACTERS OF KLIMA CITY
merchant ''LADY BOUDICCA''

    I met Lady Boudica while I was wandering the walkways of the city of Klima, as usual in the afternoon, the day had been warm and the sky clear with a sun that gave a sense of warmth, after the end of winter and the beginning of spring, a few Vules flew here and there and a Tarn fluttered high in the menacing sky, I was absorbed in the panorama when I suddenly noticed that woman followed by a slave girl who was wandering around the city like me.

    I'm new to this big city of Klima, I still haven't memorized the streets and walkways that lead to my office
  printing house, of the Gorean Gazette newspaper, located right on top of a large building, from there I observe everything that happens and who arrives from the desert, and it is always nice to watch the caravans that stop at the gate for documents, loaded with their goods, with a row of veiled female slaves in tow, there is always some Slaver who arrives to sell his women.

      I greeted the lady covered up to her eyes by her veil with the gold draped dress that reached her feet, her head covered too, you could only glimpse the deep blue eyes of that woman, but you couldn't give them a face or a age, she answered me politely, looking around warily, she certainly didn't trust strangers, much less men walking around the catwalks with guns.

    I introduced myself saying I was the new Editor of the newspaper, I had been appointed by the Sultan a few days before and I invited her to my office for an interview and to satisfy my curiosity, she accepted, she followed me up many stairs, and finally they brought us to my printing house and headquarters of the Gor Gazette newspaper.

    She told me she was Lady Boudicca, and she had been called by the Sultan to organize the agricultural sector of the new city, the population is increasing day by day and it will take more production to meet the demand, she says that some time before there were many people who worked, but sometimes many work to destroy and not create. I told him that I had written about a recruitment of Caste, and that I had placed my newsstand at the main gate under the landing stairs, so that every citizen could take a copy of the gazette.

After resting for a few minutes, she tells me that she has lived on Gor for a long time, but was not born on the Planet. She remembers having been a spaceship pilot on Planet Earth as a young girl, but when she lost her way once in a radiation storm, she found herself here on the course of the planet Gor, was captured by the Kuurus, and landed in Shendi forest, and was sold into slavery, but got into trouble when I killed a man who had entered the kennel forbidden to him, but had to flee into the jungle, and there I began to get by on my own by hunting and cultivating agricultural products which I then sold to the Panthers and the Talunes, then one day I was captured by an outlaw who kept me with him for a year then I freed myself by giving me the certificate of tampering, he told me you are very good in commerce and you will earn a lot of money, so for a while I worked in a tavern, I learned, working, experimenting, I learned how to cultivate crops, I learned the land in Schendi so fertile ... I learned how to make wine from palma, i never went to an academy... i just used my common sense as a free and as a slave, i was trained fully as a pleasure slave, so those can do all kinds of jobs.

    But I never went back to being a slave, I preferred to go back to the land, farm and trade, I had some men who gave me children who are now traveling the planet with their families but every man was too bored on my farm and ran away, and now here I am hoping to build a large farm here in Klima and start a profitable business for me and for the city.
    Then he gets up and slowly walks away saying hello sir good job.

 

.KLIMA CITY-the untold story (recuitment)

Sono così felice di essere qui nella città di Klima. Sto facendo rapporto qui nel mio ufficio e guardando fuori dalla finestra vedo il sole che sorge dietro le montagne che circondano la città di Klima nel Tahari vicino al Deserto nel deserto. Una vista che cattura i miei pensieri negli anni a Gor. Un senso di pace mi pervade.

Klima è una delle città più belle di Gor, non ti sembrerà di essere nel deserto nella città di Klima. Gli splendidi edifici colorati e le mille luci lungo le passerelle che si snodano nel cielo con un'immensa biblioteca, una delle più belle arene, un glorioso stadio di danza, una taverna, un'affascinante lounge per i visitatori, una locanda e alloggi in affitto in tutta la città. Klima ha tutto ciò che puoi chiedere. Un terreno d'asta unico nel suo genere, completamente automatizzato per la vendita degli schiavi, il che è impressionante

   I will be writing new articles about the city and its citizens soon.
therefore all those who want to come and visit the city will be welcome guests.

   In addition, caste recruitment has begun and the following are being sought:
 

SCRIBS
PYSICHIAN-(HEALERS)
WARRIORS OF HONOR AND VALUE
SLAVES
MERCHANTS

LOW CASTE 

bakers, perfumers,

blacksmiths, 

male and female slaves, 

 fre man - free women)

     The city is located in the desert so expect sun and heat, but everyone will be able to help and support him to make this beautiful city great again.

 

 
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 RAVEN FJORD-DANCE CONTEST

 THE GREAT DANCE. or rather the celebration of the Nomads, in collaboration with ''GOREAN DANCE CONTEST'' The great city of  RAVENSFJORD.....in the person of RAMIUS MARCO.
    presents the dance competition of the Nomadic peoples.

    After writing in my previous article about the chariot nomads '' THE TUCHUK, I left the city of Turmus, crossing the great river Vosk to reach the city of Brundisium with my ship, and then continued towards the plain of Turia with its big city.

     It was not easy to get there, but with a little luck even if late I was finally admitted to the Arena, the ceremony had already started, there had already been performances, but I had some problems in the deserted city, to get information on the road to reach the Arena.

     I had received a message from the beautiful Ruby, of the new Contest of Slaves and Dancing Slaves of Gor, it would take place in Turia this time, I was eager to get there to see and meet old friends and acquaintances, even new Goreans who arrive from all over the Planet .

 It was not easy to extricate myself from a multitude of slaves and free, seated all around on the bleachers, while the Ubar and his collaborators were seated in the seats of honor (thrones) ....

   Impossible to list all the Goreans I knew, in many years in my travels I have met many some of high caste other simple Merchants, but all honorable, (except some women who have caused me damage in the past), but let's not think about this, that what's more and that there was 

a surreal atmosphere, everyone staring, focused on the dancers performing on the large floor, and listening to the beautiful music.
    Naturally everyone was happy with the event in the end, and in my opinion it doesn't matter who wins, the important thing is to participate and demonstrate one's skill.

In addition to the representatives of the city of Turia, I recognized many Ubar or Administrators, warriors, Goreans Torvie and many other strangers, I greeted sir Blasik Pasha of Klima and was very amazed to know that many citizens had fled from the city, to reach Thentis, evidently not they loved the heat of the desert, but it is normal however that during the spring many emigrate towards the north, towards richer and more evolved cities

     I hope that next time I can arrive a little earlier to be present from the beginning of the contest and witness the whole event in my blog articles, of course the journeys are long but I love traveling and writing about my adventures.....thanks to everyone

 

( Today I will tell you about the Tuchuk tribe, a nomadic people who live in the plain of Turia, in camps made up of wagons with large wheels that they use as houses and who live on farms of Borsk, and on commerce, certainly and only a brief historical note that I only took Tribu as a summary, of course anyone can learn more by reading the various books that can be found in libraries, and sorry if I haven't been very exhaustive but mine is an adventure blog, I promise to write a few more story ..thank you )

 

THE TRIBE OF THE GREAT TUCHUK

I'm talking about the tuchuk, I had gayly met those who live in the countryside of the city of Olni, someone will remember Kara-Erin, the princess, but I had never studied enough about their habits and their way of life.
     Initially I will give you some essential hints for their knowledge, some of you will already know others a little less, but I will do my best.

     The tuchuk are part of one of the four tribes of the chariot peoples, their philosophy is personified in the figure of the Ubar Kamchak, a proud, strong, cunning, vigorous and quarrelsome warrior, but at the same time skilled in intellect, hidden in a deadly and aggressive spirit.

These Nomads live in thousands of colorfully painted carts surrounded by many Bosks that they venerate and protected by warriors ready to defend the inhabitants.
  Throughout the day, the camps teem with scarred warriors, kaiila, clothed Kajir slaves, severe freewomen, tame haruspexes and spleens. for this there are no Castes as in cities, but are divided into Clans such as healers, leather workers and salt seekers, including the clan of torturers, The warrior Tuchuk prays to the "Spirit of Heaven" on the kaiila-backand fights his enemies , mainly Turia. the proud Tuchuk loves the simple, vast and beautiful sky, from which rain falls, which, in his myths, formed the earth, the woods and the Tuchuk.

  

CAMP

     Your eyes widen going up that hill, ahead of you see hundreds, of carts, all colored as if it is a quilt of vibrant colors, purples, reds, oranges, yellows, greens…all bright and wonderful to see, they are massive in size, some the size of terrestrial mansions, but on oversized wheels, bigger than a human being to support these massive wheelhouses.

 

  At the bottom near the other ridge you see a more sumptuous cart, inside there are six deposits showing the goods of the raids and trades of that Master, the Ubar. There are walls dividing the chariot into rooms and the like, with silk draperies and richly carved trunks and furniture inside.

 The roofs are made of bosk hides, sewn together and stretched. These roofs are checked in the fall before winter sets in and treated with a mud mixture as a sealant, as are the stitches of the ends, these are maintained and cared for by the slaves. Even the massive wheel axles are maintained and well greased by the male slaves of the camp, to keep them always ready to be moved, we are Nomads.

 

 The Tuchuk Ubara was a Turiam slave girl taken from Kutaituchik.the Ubar Kamchak kept her with him until her death taking care of her and giving him the title of Ubara.

  There were four Wagon Peoples, the Paravaci, the Kataii, the Kassars and the dreaded Tuchuk."
the Tuchuk people are also referred to as ''of the first chariot''
"To be of the First Cart," said Kamchak, "means to be of the family of Kutaituchik." It is pronounced in four syllables, divided as follows: Ku-tai-tu-chik.
  The throne of Ubar Kamchak and gray covered with skins, next to the chariot was the Tuchuk banner of the four forest horns."

When the year of the Omen ( The term "Omen Year" is somewhat of a misnomer as it is not an actual year. It's actually a period of time that takes up part of two of their normal years.) begins divided into three parts, 1)-everyone gathers in the turia with the herds surrounding the turia, and then everyone goes to the pastures
2) Wintering, which takes place in the extreme north of Turia, the equator being approached in this hemisphere, obviously, from the south;
3) the last part of the Year of the Omen is the Return to Turia, which takes place in spring, or as the Peoples of the Cart say, in the Season of Grass. It is in the spring that the omens are taken, regarding the possible election of the Ubar San, the Unique Ubar, the one who would be the Ubar of all the Chariots, of all the Peoples.

  When everyone has returned to the fields for spring, the branding of the new born Borsks is carried out, the branding is made up of four horns of borsk crossed to form an ''H'' so the female slaves are also marked with the same symbol and not with that Gorean of the cities.( the location of the Omen Valley changes every ten years. Especially since it is located so close to the city of Turia.) The Omen Valley is nestled within a range of rolling hills. At the Valley there will be a large grassy area, about two hundred meters in diameter, where there are hundreds of small stone altars. Each of these altars will have a small fire of wood dung with incense and will be presided over by a haruspex, mostly readers of wood blood and verr's livers. At the perimeter of this grassy circle there will be numerous tents as well as many animals tied up or in cages, future sacrifices. Animals will include verr, tarsks, vulos, sleen, kaiila and bosk. In the center of the field will be a large circular stone platform and on top of this will be a huge quadrilateral altar which can be accessed by steps on all four sides. On each side, there will be the sign of one of the four Chariot tribes. The chief haruspex of each tribe will preside over this central altar

The way the guards greet the commanders is singular, namely: they give a spear blow on the shield for the ten-man commander, two for the hundred-man commander, and three for the thousand-man commander, saying ''Pass Commander'' ( for the next level beneath a Ubar among the Wagon Peoples is that of the Commander of a Thousand.")

SECOND PART

The Wagon Peoples are superstitious and fond of divination. While they may claim they don't have much faith in divination,
The haruspexes who perform these divinations are also supposed to have other magical powers and can create items to perform magical spells. They thus sell items such as "charms, talismans, trinkets, philtres, potions, spell papers, miraculous thaumaturgical teeth, beautiful powdered kailiauk horns, and colored magical cords which, depending on the purpose, can be knotted in a variety of ways and worn around the neck .

 The first omen taken
  Each haruspex has a cage of vulos and will throw grain at it. If the vulos eat the grain, the omens are considered auspicious.

 But since there are four tribes it is difficult to elect an Ubar San. this is because for a hundred years there was no Ubar until Kamchak was elected. this is because he defeated and conquered the city of Turia. now it is Ubar San, Kamchak makes a promise to the other Ubars which they all agree on. “Each of you,” he said, “the Kassari, the Kataii, the Paravaci, you have your groves and your chariots, live like this, but in time of war we will all unite together to defeat our enemies