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THE CITY OF VONDA WARRIORS PARADISE & HOME OF GODS 

 

  While I was in the city of Telnus, for some agreements on the sale of the newspaper I learned from some merchants of a tournament that would take place in the great city of Vonda, organized by the ''Rank of Caste Player'

 

 

I didn't want to miss the opportunity to attend the games and meet new Gorean people, I didn't know Vonda yet I had never been to that city, and I said to myself, I can't miss this opportunity, I asked at the port and found a ship calling at that port, I arranged for a ride, paying my share of the expenses of course.

I arrived at the port a little early and thought of taking a walk around Vonda, after leaving the quay I arrived at the large door that overlooked a large square where the tables for the tournament were already set, and immediately behind a large 

swimming pool ( fountain), is a large square square with palaces all around and streets branching off towards the towers crossing other walls and another grand gate, as I was wandering around aimlessly, I came across the stables where many Tarsks are housed in single spaces and other animals such as Kailla .

The well-cleaned and wide streets, the houses finished well with the high walls and a large temple and beautiful buildings on the outskirts, in short, a beautiful city where every Gorean aspires to live happily.

 

I write that the games have just begun so many people crowded around the poolside and around the tables, it will certainly be a great success as those of the ''Rank of Cast'' always d

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A GREAT OPPORTUNITY

     Preparations are in full swing for the great exhibition of poems dedicated to ''Nature'' where many second life poets and poetesses will participate.
   
The event that has a symbolic purpose, offers the possibility to many poets / and to make themselves known and have the possibility for the best to be archived in the gallery-archive cabinet, managed by Kajira '' Tersa Vella '' a great artist l 'I met on the occasion of the Kjires dances organized in KO RO BA (south tower) I wrote an article about it, and a relationship of friendship and respect was established between us.

    I had the opportunity to visit the gallery under construction, and it is doing an excellent job with the photographic panels showing the names of the Poets and their photographic icon, in my case I have the seagulls my symbol of nature and freedom, even if my poetry and a little out of line, written extemporaneously but I hope the message gets to someone.

    The inauguration will take place on July 15, 2023, certainly between 2 SLT, all those who want to intervene can search for South Tower(ko ro ba) and participate, I will update in a few days just to give you more information, and how exact to reach the Gallery which is located in a three-story building outside the city walls.

     For more information anyone can call -TERSA VELLA- or call or send a message to ORLANDO ARLISS(ulisse1) editor of the Dariantravels blog 

 

 http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/South%20Tower/41/153/30

DANCE EVENING IN TELNUS

 

    A great event on Saturday evening in the city of Telnus, I had told you about this city in one of my articles, Lady Adara sent me a message inviting me to the great party that the following Saturday would take place in the reception hall of the city, and almost certainly this event will be repeated every month, given the large turnout and participation of Goreans from all over the planet.

    The atmosphere was surreal, all dressed in the best clothes, even if a discordant note were the naked male slaves, who wandered among the guests, the rest was fine, the Kajires with their trays were jumping through hoops to extricate themselves from the crowd and serve their drinks.

    I arrived late as my ship had had mooring problems the docks were now full of ships, we stopped in the harbor and went ashore with the lifeboats. arrived at the grand hall I looked around bewildered in search of a friendly face, but I could not recognize anyone, all fluttering in their dance, I stopped to the left of the entrance in the less crowded area and there a single lady also looked around like a fish out of water, I introduced myself as Emir of the oasis of the seven palms and we started a conversation that kept me busy all evening, (it was a good thing because I can't dance).

In the end, very tired from the journey, I retired with the promise to meet again as friends and maybe have a chat every now and then.

    (as far as the next edition is concerned, everyone is reminded to disconnect the Meter before entering and eliminate the scripts that cause problems for the land)

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 DARIAN'S TRAVELS

FROM A STORY OF LADY RANNA VALLONA

The rescue of the captain of the guard.

      With the Captain late in returning to the port of the City of Victoria and voices of concern for the lack of news for several days, the Lady of the red caste looks for one of the Medici Ladies, saying she is lost and distressed by the disappearance of her companion, the poor woman, she couldn't even sleep due to so much worry, having also been hit by some fainting episodes. It was at this moment that the alarm of the Medici High Caste sounded, as they sensed that something of extreme importance and danger might befall the Captain and his men.

Commander Otto then decides to organize a small team consisting of Rarius and Medici, after all they didn't know what frame or gravity they might find when they arrived at the battle site. From the holds of the powerful vessel where we were squeezed between crates and barrels, in order not to alarm the crew with the presence of women on board, the roar of the great wooden beast was heard as it sailed in the stormy waters of the great Volsk river and with its keel fearless, she practically ripped through currents as if they were sharp fangs.

A wise decision of the expert Warrior, as soon as the Captain was found unconscious, the result of a terrible clash with the Pirates of Volsk, he disappeared in a huge pool of blood from a serious wound to the abdomen and, as all indicated , several ah in a row. The Ladies Physicians leapt into action. The picture was not only daunting, but serious. The warrior caste man's complexion grew more morbid as the hours passed, and his pulse was rather weak. In addition to an arrow that pierced his abdomen and nearly pierced his body from side to side, countless cuts slashed the man from top to bottom.

There were sighs and prayers whispered from the tight, parched lips of those who saw the deposit as more than a garment. After all, was it not said among the Rarius that the true Homestone of the warrior is called battle? Only by looking at those faces petrified by such a contained emotion, could I finally have the dimension of that sacred bond.

Something to really admire is the coolness of those green-covered creatures. One of the men is quickly asked to serve as a blood donor for the dying man, which is done promptly and skillfully. With the patient receiving the fluid of life in the veins directly from the veins of the new blood brother. The wound was sealed with towels pressed into place.

An injection of adrenaline was injected by the highest ranking physician into the captain to make sure his heart didn't stop before a good amount of blood was flowing through his veins again. As well as an injection of antibiotics and antidotes. After all, it wouldn't be for them to judge the origin of the arrow or the honor of the pirate, if a pirate has any notable honor.

With this, you will soon notice death fleeing the enclosure and with it taking all the heavy air of the place with it. The sounds of lungs inflating were almost audible in the silence of the ship. For a moment he imagined he was one of the sails taking a heavy hit from the high peaks of Ko-ro-ba. A sign of good news and new directions.

The Medici then decided to operate on the warrior right there, because a trip to the hospital would have been too long and as soon as it was strong enough, the bullet was removed with complete mastery by the smallest doctor and to the amazement of all present, the suture in silk used for the external sutures is not in the medical kit but the smaller Doctor and with great bravado, did not hesitate even once, removing from the head of a furry a long and strong lock of hair which, after being disinfected, is used for the final suture..

A few hours later and with the successful rescue of the Captain of the City Guard, by the collective of mutual efforts, it was finally possible to set sail, returning to the safety of the walls and gates of Victoria. And the rest of the story you already know.

We are Ranna Vallona and Patssy of LionHeart, High Caste of Physicians and we wish you well.

A MEETING
LADY AVA (ruthannemcgee)

    During one of my long trips to new cities that I still didn't know, I stopped in the city of Turia, and there I met a young healer, even if still an apprentice, before being able to carry out her work she should take a companion and have two sons, according to the law of Gor.

    I was intrigued by her sweetness in answering my questions about the city and in showing me the most suitable places for my superior caste, and despite her face being covered by a delicate gold-embroidered veil, as was her dress, with reflections of green like her Casta and with gold thread seams, a very elegant and sociable woman.

  I asked her who she was and why she lived in this city, and blushing she replied that already in the city of Venna where I was a magistrate, we met but without speaking, she was leaving on her ship and I was arriving, I don't remember , in that city of Venna in those days there were many people who lived including three Magistrates, (although I never understood what they were doing there).

    My curiosity prompted me to ask him who he really was. and she told me that since she was a child she had a preference for music and soon I learned to play becoming a good musician, and when her father disappeared during one of his travels around the planet as a merchant, she was left alone and was raised by Aunt McGee, always traveling to the city in the city following her profession as a musician, my mother escaped she also left me a void, so I came to live with my grandmother Lady Domino, my father's mother, now I was reunited with her in the city of Turia, where she is a great figure in the city, lady Domino is an old acquaintance of mine I have met her many times both at fairs and in some meetings in the cities, Domino has taken Ava under her protection becoming her mentor in the caste of Healers (Pysichian).

    I also asked him if she had a partner or unrequited love, she replied that her true love for now is medicine and won't take her mind off until she graduates and she gets her own job in Green Caste .

     By now my time was over the ship was waiting for me for my new journey to the Imperial city of AR, I had promised myself many times to visit it but the wars had prevented me, I will talk about AR in my next article, then I would have returned from there to my Oasis of the Seven Palms.
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 JASMINE -THE DARKSIDE OF GOR

 

I vaguely remembered something about the city of Jasmine, My mother Lady BB Arliss had moved away after leaving Finnur fiord, and had invited me to join her, to spend some time together.
   

What I remembered was a modern city, with a large palace style river city, a large palace and the citizens devoted themselves to the ZAR yoke in their free moments, I did not stay long, I had stopped in Windermeer a village dedicated to agriculture, passing by Hammersgaard, and honestly I was not well received enough, people of the North are known to be somewhat skeptical of the Goreans of the South. So after saying goodbye to my mother and father sir Mith, I left that strange city.

   Some time later I learned of its fall at the hands of the looters who at that time attacked the villages of the North, destroying them, kidnapped the women and killed the men, as it was for Hammersgaard which was destroyed and then rebuilt in the kingdom of Bergland.
 
While I was in the city of Sais for a kajire dance competition, some merchants told me that the old citizens of Jasmine who had survived the fall had rebuilt the new city on the north stike, with large fortifications and high walls all around, so I decided to leaving I was curious to visit it, with the hope of seeing my mother lady BB, of whom I hadn't heard from for a long time.

     I arrived in the city with my ship .. it was already almost evening, many were gathered on the docks waiting for the ships and greeting the new arrivals, traders and pirates with the ships at the docks, I climbed those large stairways after the large and well looked after gate by big warriors armed to the teeth, I arrived in the large square where the notables and some ladies with their kajire were discussing I don't know what and after having made some portraits and drawn the city I returned to my ship by now very tired, I postponed the day after the my introduction to the City Administrator.

 GOR-1st week 3d day 10174(AR time)

 APPOINTMENT WITH DANCE

 KO-RO-BA-SOUTH TOWER Another 

 

Great appointment today on Planet Gor, and precisely at the Arena of the city of Ko Ro Ba, once the dancers had already made a stop in Ko Ro Ba, I had already written an article with photos and presentation, but as the dancers they learn at the 

dance school, under the supervision of the beautiful ''Ruby'' they always build new and beautiful choreographies, this time they were really beautiful they made me emotional, the Kajire are not only tavern or kennel slaves, but they are also good dancers, who 

 

show their artistic side without ever asking for anything in return, indeed thanking their masters for the opportunities they offer them. I had had an invitation scrool, through some merchants, so a few days before I started my journey, I had 

 invited some of my friends who declined at the last moment because of the prohibitive distance, but not for me, it's not the distance that it scares me, organized a small caravan I left my oasis for Ko Ro Ba, we are in late spring and the sun already warms enough during 

 the day, while at night the temperature drops, you have to cover up. Once I reached the city I went directly to the arena where some slaves were already preparing the choreographies, tired of the journey I sometimes had guesses (I had to relog often) but then finally everything

  ended and I concentrated on the guests and the Ubar of the city together with the his companion L'Ubara, in the place of honor also the Healer with some slaves, who busied themselves in bringing drinks and food waiting for all the Kajirie and kajirus to arrive with 

 their Masters, meanwhile I took notes and made portraits with my guest drawings. The dancing went on all evening until late at night for me (EU time). then all of them after having received their share of applause and thanks from the spectators, one by one all left for their cities or 

villages, except some like me who stopped in the tents outside the walls, waiting to leave again with a new caravan, waiting for the next performance.

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