THE GREAT CITY OF VARN

Much has changed since I left to reach the North in search of my mother Lady BB Arliss, and as in the rest of the planet, the wind of change has changed many things here too.

SIGNY

     I got my house, thanks to the interest of Sir Varn the Ubar, in the South-West residential area of the city, the one which is located to the left of the main gate overlooking the port, and is right near the arena, for the fighters' exercises, sometimes tables are organized for game competitions, such as Zar or Kailla, I love that building very much because its large balconies overlook the sea and I have a wonderful view especially in the evening with the sunset over the sea, and the three moons that rise in the sky, furthermore it is not very far

from the INN located near the gate, in front of the large tavern, in Quell'Inn in the center there is the floor for the Kajire dances, in Sometimes I sit admiring them in their evolutions, looking at those naked bodies, with drops of sweat falling down the body, and their breasts soaring high into the sky and their nipples hard from their commitment to the performance, they put their soul into it and heart in what they do.

        I don't have an appreciable social life, I limit myself to observing the free people and the Ladies who stop for a snack or a cup of tea, much less do I know many people, in fact other than Ubar sir Varn I don't know anyone just someone by sight, or some free people met over the years in Gor, but nothing particular people who come and go without leaving a trace,In addition to the beautiful slave Raggi, I met another good Kajira dancer too, she told me she wasn't good enough, but for me she is, her name is Signy, she's dark-skinned, she doesn't have a poor history of her own, one of many girls from Gor were sold as children and passed from one master to another, until she became the first city slave, I was very struck by her freshness and her exotic beauty with her Amber skin and her sculpted body, she had some accessories on her body like earrings and necklaces, she was a small but great slave.

      I was trying to furnish my house but I don't have enough furniture to put, in fact what I have are only furniture accumulated over time when I furnished my Oasis, or my houses in the villages in the north in Torwsland, I called a slave to help me, but there we realized that I didn't have anything suitable so I gave up and left an old bed and an old bathtub that I use to relax after some travels,

   My niece Dara left with her partner and her sisters Betty and Mimì, they had not found their happiness and her partner in the city, she had other horizons to pursue, I only hope that they find what they are looking for, for my part I will always be here waiting for them, or at least until they allow me to remain and live peacefully without someone putting a spoke in my wheel out of jealousy, as has already happened in other cities, wherever I go there is always someone who doesn't like me but that's life, you can't always have all friends, sometimes even some enemies, the proverb says ''many enemies, much honor'' and I go straight on my way.

     I miss my desert, my oasis of Tashid, I have the people who belong to my past, Lady Mae with her daughters for example, on my last trip I met Lady Lilly after many years, known at the time when I lived in the city of Landa first and Kasra after, the memory in the wonderful city of Landa where he had his merchant shop, in the square, after the fall of the city she followed Youroki on his journey to Kasra where he built his new Oasis and then returned to Landa was rebuilt, but I left for Venna first and Cartassa then in the desert, there was nothing that linked me to Landa, the woman I was courting, Lady Blue, was kidnapped and nothing was heard of her again, perhaps killed by the Torvies who kidnapped her.

SIR MARRLENUS MULLEN

    Remembering the old times, my travels, my adventures and my sadness is sometimes nice, not that I live from the past but the past helps us improve the present and plan the future, well I wrote while sitting at the Inn sipping a cup of black wine, I love drinking it it makes me feel as if I still lived in Thentis, where the smell of roasted beans wafted through the streets, one day I will return to visit that place I would like to say hello to Lady Monica...... .....

THE EMIRO'S DILEMMA

      I wandered aimlessly in the scorching Thahari desert, I had left the North after the ice had melted on the sea, to disembark first at Bazi and then at port Shendi, waiting for a caravan to cross that mysterious desert.

VARN

     Our Oasis of the Seven Palms now destroyed, I had nothing more to ask of those people who loved me despite everything, but the choice of women for me has always been a great negative adventure, I have always found careerist and unscrupulous women who behind that veil hid a devil's face, the experience of the new city built with an evil and ambitious woman named Harmony, who was waiting for the end of the construction to upset all my plans, until one day she disappeared with my baby still in her belly, and I never saw her again, even though I traveled far and wide, it was said that a ship was shipwrecked in Thassa bound for the COS archipelago, so I left for the north chasing my roots, my mother and my sister had fled to the north after the fall of Cartassa, I toured many villages to track them down but sometimes just when I was there to meet them they told me at the port that they had already left, and I continued to visit villages in the hope of finding my Mother and my sisters, and of course also my brother Orlando, who I haven't seen since we lived together in the city of Olni, he a Magistrate and I a Scribe.

CARTASSA

       Now I'm sitting here under the big tent in the Tashid oasis, I look around, I'm looking for I don't know what, I have no friends, only acquaintances from the times of Cartassa and the Silver stone oasis, with Brjiana we built the new Oasis of the seven palm trees right near the Silverstone oasis, the regent Safina assigned us a piece of her land with a pond, and together with Brjiana we started the construction, in the meantime we opened the new headquarters of the Gorean Moom, I was the editor, she was my assistant, but as I have already told you, women behind the veil hide their true nature, and with a coup she took possession of the newspaper, then got it back after her disappearance, and while we were happy at the Oasis an Opal hunter arrived with his exuberance and her youth, she fell in love with that young man and with the help of other criminals friends of hers, she managed to dethrone me by sending me into exile, and tried to send me an arrest warrant first and then an Assassin trying to eliminate me, in the meantime I had found work in a big city as a Magistrate and I issued a warrant for her arrest, unleashing my guards in search of her, which was in vain because she had disappeared into the desert, perhaps dead in some tunnel while they were looking for the Opals.

    

 

     Finally my sister Dara, I send a message with a passing merchant, saying that she lived in the city of Jasmine and that she wanted to meet me because she had a suitor and wanted my blessing as I was her guardian, I left but when I got to Jasmine they told me that she left for the Isle of Varn with her big city in search of fortune, she and her next companion Sigurd, who I still haven't understood which caste he belongs to, I left for this new city, when she arrived she was about to leave again I don't know where, she hadn't found anything that might interest her, and I stayed there for a few days, I met Sir Abi the magistrate who asked me to stay and live with them, but I had the newspaper's headquarters in Tashid and I told him for now I'm going back to Oasis then decided.

       I'm looking at the sun high in the sky which with its rays heats the stones and everything in the sand including men, I had met a woman passing through here in Tashid, a very beautiful merchant, and as usual I threw myself in head first in love asking the Pasha to woo her, but he was evasive, and she left with the caravan with her merchandise, and who knows when she will return.

     Now I'm sitting here looking around, all deserted, the inhabitants are all in their homes in the residential area, and I'm here waiting for what the future will decide for me........

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BLOG DI RACCONTI-onofriodelvecchio: LA  LEGGENDA DI ANAT.... L'ULTIMO DEI  TURAKAM1° P...: LA  LEGGENDA DI ANAT.... L'ULTIMO DEI  TURAKAM 1° PARTE ........      Molti anni fa, un piccolo clan si stabilì all'inizio del ghiac...

 THE LEGEND OF ANAT.... THE LAST OF THE TURAKAM

...PART 1

.Many years ago, a small clan settled at the head of the Ax glacier. They called themselves the Turakama clan. They farmed the arid countryside and lived with the seasons. In the winter they lived from hunting and what they had produced during the summer months. In transition periods, if the Thassa was not blocked by ice, they went out to fish.

Their jarl was a young man, who had inherited this position from his father Jorg. Jorg had made room in the cycle of life for his grandchildren who saw the light shortly after his death.

The young jarl had adopted his father's views. All free people are equal. And no one is better without the other. The tasks of the village were divided among all the clan members and the young jarl also took his share. He did his job like everyone else.

In the night, just before the ice returned to Thassa, he had to hold it on the palisades. The moon was able to freely give the ax glacier a mystical appearance. The sky was almost cloudless. The young jarl looked out to sea during his walk. Tomorrow the men would go to Thassa, one last time, to catch fish for the winter. In few hands, the Thassa will be frozen for a long time, so that you can safely run on the ice

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His gaze wandered over the landscape. When he slipped on the ax glacier. Had he seen something? Yes, there were some really dark spots moving quickly across the ice. Down the glacier towards... the village.

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The Jarl ran straight towards the village bell. The shadow of the white ice was a bad omen. He reached the bells and hit her hard. Almost simultaneously with the assault of the men from the huts, the northern wooden stockade exploded. Tribes a foot thick and three men tall simply exploded, as if they were thin branches. The fragments of the palisade flew through the village and also met the approaching men.

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Wulf was one of the first men to rush. Suddenly his body rises into the air into the moonlight. Blood appeared on his tunic, which she apparently had just put on, and it glowed black in the moonlight. Then his body was torn into 2 parts and between the parts that once symbolized a proud man, he now showed the face of enemies.

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The beasts of the north. Kuri.

There must have been 10 or 12 who broke the fence. The men quickly scattered and attacked the monsters. The women had hidden their children in the houses and stood at the doors with weapons to defend their descendants.

But it was a massacre. I have seen men whose spines were simply broken. Which were simply divided into 2 parts. In the course of the battle, I had to see how one of the Kuri beheaded my wife.

 

Just as if she picked a raspberry from a bush.

At that moment I lost all my illusions. With a cry bordering on madness I threw myself onto the Kur.

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He obliterated me and my attack just like that. As a Kaiila flies, it chases away with its tail. I flew through the air and then hit something hard. This impact knocked me unconscious and I fell into a black hole.

   When I woke up again I drove over a piece of my village's stockade somewhere on the Thassa.

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I don't know how long I passed out or how far the current took me from my village.

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I drove for 2 days on Thassa. I was ready to face my ancestors when a round ship discovered me. The dealer. who belonged to the ship had acted with the red hunters in the north and was now returning home before the Thassa froze

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He took me aboard and let his ship's healer tend to my wound. When I had some strength, I had to tell him what was happening and how I got this strange floss. When he heard my story, he changed course and gave me a ride away from my village. He accompanied me with some of his men.

So I entered my village. The palisades were now broken in several places and the houses devastated. The bodies of men and women were scattered in the corners of the village. No body was really paying attention. The torn limbs were the least of the problems....

I ran towards what was once my home. I had to know what to do with the kids. But I would have preferred never to look.

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The bodies of my two children lay lifeless in front of the hut. Its small heads had been crushed and dismantled by the Kuri's great paws.

Turakama is called honorable death. But where was the honor here?

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With the help of Swigger, the merchant's name, and his men, we lit a bonfire and burned the corpses of my people. Swigger offered to hire me on his ship.

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For me there was nothing keeping me here anymore. So I would be happy to accept his offer. I learned from Swigger the actions and business laws of the South. After a while Swigger accepted me as his son. Thus Nordmann Ana came to the southern caste of traders.

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I am Anat, merchant and stormwind captain.

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But I am also a son of the Jorg, jarl of the Turakama village, the last of his people.

 THE GREAT CITY OF VARN

      After Dara's departure from the Tashid oasis, I anxiously awaited her news, which was not long in arriving, she told me that she had finally found her suitor Sir Sigurdur, and that she had followed him on his journey to the city of Varn, located on an island in the middle of Thassa, towards the west.

   He sent me a message inviting me to the city to meet his next companion and to have my approval since I was his guardian, I didn't think twice, I prepared the necessary things for the journey and with a caravan I reached Baki, from there with a ship I arrived in Varn.

   I had already been to that big city many years ago, I had arrived following the painter who had moved there from Cartassa, opening a painting gallery, I had a job as a Magistrate and a house at the end of the road that led to the beach,

   I had not been very happy then, because the city was inhabited mainly by men, including slaves and its Ubar then Sir Greg, administered it very well, but I felt like a prisoner on that island without women, after the painter escaped without warning following a slave , and I left to return to Cartassa.

    Arriving at the port I had a good impression, many ships were stationed at the docks and in the harbor, the city had been refurbished, something had changed, new buildings had been added, and the streets were crowded, and this time there were many women, who they filled many roles in the castes, Dara had had a job as a Scribe, and I was surprised to also meet her sister Lady Betty with her along with yes Sigurdur

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    Entering through the large gate overlooking the port, immediately to the right there is a beautiful garden with benches and in the center the Kajire dance floor, and to my great surprise many were gathered, Dara with Sigmund and the surprise was great when I saw

sir Abraha,m, an old Magistrate friend of mine, there was no ubar at that moment, and Abraham made sure to show me the city not before having ordered a slave to serve me some tea, he showed me all the important buildings including the library and the palace of

the Scribes, then we returned to the garden where I met Sir Varn the new Ubar, he told me that he had taken over the reins of the city in agreement with Sir Kreg, in my opinion also in function of the great fleet that Sir Varn has in the port , then he took back his city.

    Now I am still in the city of Varn, but soon I will have to leave to return to Tashid, I love the desert and I was born in the desert, in the oasis I have the new headquarters of the newspaper ''Gazette of Moon'' furthermore Lady Mae has assigned me a beautiful house in the residential area, and sooner or later I will return to the desert, for now I enjoy this beautiful city with large buildings supported by very high columns and its beaches and its forest,

 THE SLAVE RAFFI-1

      By now I had settled in the oasis of Tashid, I had opened the headquarters of the Gor gazette, and I was living peacefully. My niece Dara had left after visiting me from the city of Jasmine, but she could not stand the heat of Thahari, the Gor desert. in her long clothes and also covering her face and head, she tried to resist but in the end she left, leaving me alone again.

     Lady Mae assigned me a nice house in the residential area, it's certainly not the palace I usually had as an Emir or Magistrate but I'm fine with it, I didn't have adequate furniture and she took care of furnishing my house in a decent way, I'm happy with this.

    Yesterday a passing merchant with his caravan brought me a message from my niece Dara, she told me that on her way back to Jasmine, she had stopped at the city of Varn, she told me of the beauty of the city, its size and the welcome she had received, and from the happiness of having found her sisters Betty and Mimi, they had arrived a few days earlier, Betty who often supplied me with products from her farm, has sold everything and is now looking for a place to live and work.

    Dara also told me that she had reunited with her suitor Sigmund, and they were looking for a house to live together, inviting me to go to that city to meet her partner and give my approval.

     I didn't think twice, I took my Tarn from the terrace and flew until I reached the city of Varn, I was happy that Sir Abraham, the old Magistrate my friend, was there to welcome me, and after showing me around the city he left, hoping to spend a good time there and thinking about a vacation with my niece, we spent the evening at the Inn all together then spent the rest of the night looking for a house to stay in, but ended up at the inn rooms.

     The next day I got up early and walking through the streets with large buildings I found a beautiful garden with a pond, I stopped on a bench to think and take notes of my journey, while I was absorbed I didn't notice that a beautiful slave was kneeling at my side waiting for my order, when he saw that I was looking at him he apologized saying that he had not disturbed me with his greeting, after having served me a cup of black wine, I asked him first to dance for me, then I told him to rest and tell me the story story of her life, she was initially reluctant to talk, rarely does a slave talk to a master, but I love learning about everyone's life and their experience on Planet Gor.

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she made herself comfortable and I began the story:

  Well, when I was young I knew I was different from other children who played freely, but she just watched, she didn't care, the only thing on her mind was to make her parents happy. she cleaned, she cooked, it was the best she could do, and it was the best she did.

   She never ventured into dangerous games because displeasing them would make them suffer, so as she grew up, this strange feeling inside her did not disappear, it became stronger and stronger, all the time my parents spent working hard to make me strong, independent, wise and knowledgeable, they said it was to break the curse so that I would be successful

   I didn't know what they were talking about, the stronger my need to make them happy, the more I needed to know, so I went to university and became a researcher in law, but I was never happy, I tried but I was very lonely, then my mother got seriously ill. Raffi said on his last day don't get angry with us, we tried, you will only be free if you return home. You were brought to us by a slaver on Gor. He said that if anyone knew that his slave would give birth, he would be killed and he would also lose his slave. when you find yourself you will be free so I did some research and I looked even though I didn't know what I was looking for one day in the market I was attracted to this strange man he spoke a different language but he also spoke English He attracted me with His power and my insides exploded soon I was taken away and when the hood was removed from my head I was in this land they call Gor I saw others crying and struggling trying to get but for the first time my heart was at a thousand peace, my pain was going away.

THE SLAVE RAFFI-2

I saw the circle in the sand and I looked up at the man with the whip before a word was said I jumped in dancing like a butterfly I felt a joy I had never known then I realized what my mother was talking about as I danced I tore my skirt feeling free, then I fell to my knees and begged to be kept

being held for the first time felt a collar around my neck safety and security brought me peace as my belly burned with joy and passion the desire to be me was no longer hurt but guided me day after day. He trained me in His kennels to be fully myself and to please the Free, then one day it became cold and distant his heart joined the teacher Camilla, she was bitter but didn't show it. Her love for him turned into anger and jealousy at the man's attention spent on a slave, so I was chased into the forest with my collar unlocked. I spent two years wandering and wandering along the banks of the Thassa under the safety of the tired and empty forest with little strength I just wanted to be myself. I saw the doors of Varn and shook them with all my strength. and Master Ember came and I fell to my knees begging for the protection of his kennel.

That day my heart began to heal and sing again. I was so happy to serve it didn't matter that I was a city slave I was fulfilling my destiny I danced in the tavern at night and cleaned the city by day then again I noticed that I was different from the others and I began to doubt and I wandered in the forest again this time I got lost and couldn't find my way back after three cycles of moons the Master found me and took me back to his kennel The city has changed. The members are all faces of strangers to me, but I am at home. I have a fire again and a mad desire to serve and now I sit in front of You today hoping I haven't put you to sleep.....................

 THE SLAVE NIZAA

  I have been at the Tashid oasis for a few days, after introducing myself to Pasha Umar Congo,his son Yusud-ashad was with him. and having had the job as a journalist in the new headquarters at the Oasis, I spend my time writing, but I don't disdain taking a few walks, especially when the sun is now far behind the dunes.

  Lady Mae, the Pasha's partner, assigned me a house in the residential area, it's not very big but for me, being alone, it's enough, I have my kitchen, my bed and wardrobes and shelves of books.

    I met a Scribe who works in the Oasis, she doesn't have much experience with the laws of the planet, and I promised to give him some lessons, her name is Lienylah a beautiful name like beautiful and her, I asked the Pasha to be able to woo her , but not without the consent of the young woman, even if she often travels to the desert oases for her representation, however time is our judge and he will decide for us.

    One day while I was sitting under the large tent in the cool in the central square a slave came to serve me, I had never seen her before, she was very beautiful, with golden hair and her slender and generous figure, and after having served me some good mint tea perched on my left waiting for me to talk to him, I asked him about her where she came from and what her story was, she was hesitant at first, then she said I'll tell you the story of my master.

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    She I will tell you when my Master was murdered... she had opened a very successful new tavern in Venna. The last evening I saw him the tavern was full of customers and he said that he liked being a tavern keeper.

But at the same time another man had opened a luxury tavern and had no customers. Yes, tell me I tell him while I drink my tea

  When I woke up in the morning my Master was no longer there. The last time I saw him he was talking to a pani man who had a long, sharp sword. She trembles.

  I was worried and started looking everywhere for my master.

  I kept searching the canals of the Vennas slum. That's where the bodies are usually dumped.

  his eyes fill with tears and he sniffs

  I wanted so badly to see my owner one last time. After a few days I asked a doctor if he would be recognizable if I found him in the water. But she said he would probably be so bloated and eaten by fish and eggs that I wouldn't recognize him, his voice cracking as he says I never saw him again. I tried talking to the warriors but they didn't seem to care

A few months later Venna was destroyed by the Gor earthquakes. Do you think it was a punishment, Master?

I think the competitors from the other tavern killed him. and that Priest King punished them

VENNA CITY

    I was deeply impressed but in Gor such events often happen, of men disappearing or women kidnapped and reduced to slavery, and the unwritten law of Gor, and we Magistrates often do not have the means to resolve these cases

 ARRIVAL AT THE NEW OASIS OF TASHID

     Now the Spring fairs were behind us, after the success of the newspaper at the An-Kara fair, with lady Sabayna, we headed to the village of Aros on the west coast, for a regional fair, where many northern villages exhibited their goods,

 I had a stand for my newspaper from Lady ZAna, the fair lasted a few days but I had promised myself to stay in that place to live until the end of autumn, but speaking with a passing merchant he told me that a new oasis had flourished in the Thahari desert, he then told me that the Pasha was none other than my old friend Umar Congo from the tribe that lived in the forest near the city of Cartassa, where I had lived with Safina lady Mae the healer who became the Pasha's companion giving him also many children, with lady Athena and the slave Yiyi, he also told me that many who escaped the destruction of Cartassa and the Silverstone oasis, were putting up their tents at the oasis.

     The memory of Cartassa and the old days when I courted Lady Jinny, of my friend Finthor nephew of Lady BB Arliss the woman who had adopted me, Lady Safina with Sir Bernhard, and many other citizens, stimulates in me the desire to return to the south and return to live in the desert where I was born.

    Without having had time to say goodbye to Lady Ana and the other inhabitants of Aros, I boarded a ship leaving for Vonda, the first one I found available, and after some time we arrived at that port, I had never been to that beautiful city, even if one of my Scribe teachers was a native of the place, I got off the ship waiting for some other ship to Brundisium or Shendi, then I would join some caravan headed to the desert oases.   Vonda was a beautiful city with high walls and large towers for the castes and a whole swarm of hard-working people in the streets, and a beautiful garden immediately after the entrance gate, there I was lucky to meet the Praetor who showed me the city and the tower of the Scribes, I was perplexed when I heard that the head of the caste was Lady Firelly, I have already spoken about her, we met in other cities where she was often at the top of the caste while I as a magistrate begged for a job, this was one of the

 reasons why I left the cities where I met her, however I promised myself to wait for the Ubar, to talk to him and understand if I could open an office for my newspaper, but he was traveling, I didn't arrive and in the meantime a Pirate ship headed to Shendi was departing, I boarded.    The journey was long and tiring, even though it was spring the sea was often battered by cold winds coming from the north, in the end I landed in Dazi, in the large market I met a merchant who was organizing a caravan, first for the Oasis of the Two Scimitars and then for the Oasis of the Four Palms. eventually he would pass through Tashid Oasis.

   

    It wasn't a walk in the park, but I had the opportunity to stop at those Oases, the largest in the desert and have the opportunity to advertise my newspaper, then finally we arrived at the new Oasis. It was not yet well defined, still many tents and houses under construction, I crossed what would become the main square with the market, and stopped at the large tent where everyone in a circle was sitting on soft cushions, I immediately recognized Sir Congo Rashid Umar the Pasha , lady Mae, and a young high majesty who they introduced as the Vizier Sir Yusud. Asad Jab Umar Congo their son, and a beautiful lady named Lienyah Kozlowsky, said she was a granddaughter of Mae. we spoke of the old times of the stories that the young they didn't know, then finally the time came to retreat to the tent set up by my slaves, we would later talk about my desire to stay with them and open a newspaper office.

 DARIAN TRAVELS

The Aros Fair

     By now the fair in En-Kara was over, I spoke with lady Sabayna, she was with the caravan from the city of Isfhan, in the Thahari desert, in the deep south, we were talking with other merchants, about the return journey, when a Viking from Thorvasland , mention of a fair that would soon be held in the village of Aros, Sabayna and I looked into each other's eyes and as if we had the same thought, we said we could go on the track to the North instead of going down the Sardar following the track of Tehntis, Sais and then Olni and from there take a ship to go down to Brundisium or continue to Shendi then we would have split up, I would have returned to my Oasis of the Seven Palms and she to the city of Isfahan.

sir Bjorn

     After a careful study of the maps that I always carry with me we decided the best and safest route to Aros, the next morning we left, we had decided to follow the pilgrims' path, the one that leads to the Sanctuary was the safest then we would take a ship from Port Kar and go up the Thassa to the village of Aros, I would have stopped for a few days at the village of Hammersgaard, to say goodbye to my friend Nani and tidy up my little house, then I would have joined them at the village which is not just a day's drive away voyage.

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In the forgotten reaches of Gor lay the North, a harsh land steeped in dark shadows and mysterious forests. Uppsala, the Norse temple, rose majestically above the hills. Its walls, covered in moss, bore the signs of time. Inside, pale candles flickered, illuminating a maze of passages that led underground. The cave under the temple contained not only the words of believers, but also the echoes of the 9 worlds that hid in the shadows of the rocks. In Aros, the trading city has awakened from the ruins of Lauri as if it were a living being itself. The streets pulsated with activity as the sun shone through the rooftops.

But even in daylight you could sense the mysterious aura that permeated the city. Merchants' pavilions danced in the wind as people went about their business in the market, knowing that not all intentions were revealed in the light of day. The surrounding Northland area was a patchwork of shady forests and majestic mountains. The trees whispered mysterious stories as their branches swayed in the wind. Dark shadows darted through the leaves and the grass bent under the weight of hidden secrets. In the caves beneath the mountains, deep within the earth, dark secrets lingered, waiting to be dragged into the light

The movements of the trees told stories of ancient times, of forgotten legends and secret pacts. The wind whispered dark melodies and the leaves rustled like faded pages of an ancient book. Even the grass seemed to have a life of its own, swaying to the beat of a long-forgotten ballad.

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    We were welcomed by a beautiful lady named Estrella (Stella) who immediately called her assistant the young Ana, she accompanied us to the fair area to have our own display place, Sabayna would have exhibited her perfumes, I would have set up my newsstand newspaper the Gazette of Gor, many people walked around the village made of wooden houses on stilts overlooking the sea with long walkways connected by stairs. I preferred to take a place on the less busy secondary road while the beautiful Sabayna took some positions on the beach.

 the fair began with many visitors coming from the many villages of the northern coast, and many merchants coming from the south taking advantage of the spring and the melting of the snow, to trade their products in exchange for skins and artefacts of all kinds.

      

    We are here now the fair and at its peak business is going well, my newspaper has sold many copies, even if not everyone knows how to read, but it has been a positive experience and I hope to stay here for some time to get to know the people and the area, I will draw some maps of this remote place and I will give my availability as a lawman in case they need it.........

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GERMAN 

Mittlerweile war der Jahrmarkt in En-Kara vorbei, ich sprach mit Dame Sabayna, sie war mit der Karawane aus der Stadt Isfhan, in der Thahari-Wüste, im tiefen Süden, wir sprachen mit anderen Händlern über die Rückreise, Als ein Wikinger aus Thorvasland einen Jahrmarkt erwähnte, der bald im Dorf Aros stattfinden würde, sahen Sabayna und ich uns in die Augen und als ob wir die gleichen Gedanken hätten, sagten wir, wir könnten stattdessen auf die Strecke nach Norden gehen den Sardar hinabzufahren und dabei den Spuren von Tehntis, Sais und dann Olni zu folgen und von dort aus ein Schiff zu nehmen, um nach Brundisium hinunterzufahren

oder weiter nach Shendi, dann hätten wir uns getrennt, ich wäre in meine Oase der Sieben Palmen zurückgekehrt und sie in die Stadt Isfahan.

       Nach einem sorgfältigen Studium der Karten, die ich immer bei mir habe, entschieden wir uns für den besten und sichersten Weg nach Aros. Am nächsten Morgen, als wir abreisten, hatten wir beschlossen, dem Pilgerweg zu folgen, der zum Heiligtum führte, war damals der sicherste Wir würden ein Schiff von Port Kar nehmen und die Thassa hinauf zum Dorf Aros fahren, ich hätte ein paar Tage im Dorf Hammersgaard angehalten, um mich von meiner Freundin Nani zu verabschieden und mein kleines Haus aufzuräumen, dann würde ich es tun haben uns ihnen in dem Dorf angeschlossen, das nicht nur eine Tagesreise mit dem Auto entfernt liegt.

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In den vergessenen Regionen Gors lag der Norden, ein raues Land voller dunkler Schatten und geheimnisvoller Wälder. Uppsala, der nordische Tempel, erhob sich majestätisch über die Hügel. Seine mit Moos bedeckten Wände trugen die Zeichen der Zeit. Drinnen flackerten helle Kerzen und erhellten ein Labyrinth aus Gängen, die in den Untergrund führten. Die Höhle unter dem Tempel enthielt nicht nur die Worte der Gläubigen, sondern auch die Echos der neun Welten, die sich im Schatten der Felsen versteckten. In Aros ist die Handelsstadt aus den Ruinen von Lauri erwacht, als wäre sie selbst ein Lebewesen. Auf den Straßen herrschte reges Treiben, während die Sonne durch die Dächer schien. Aber selbst bei Tageslicht konnte man die geheimnisvolle Aura spüren, die die Stadt erfüllte. Die Pavillons der Händler tanzten im Wind, während die Menschen ihren Geschäften auf dem Markt nachgingen, wohlwissend, dass sich nicht alle Absichten am Tageslicht offenbarten. Das umliegende Northland-Gebiet war ein Flickenteppich aus schattigen Wäldern und majestätischen Bergen. Die Bäume flüsterten geheimnisvolle Geschichten, während ihre Äste im Wind schwankten. Dunkle Schatten huschten durch die Blätter und das Gras beugte sich unter der Last verborgener Geheimnisse. In den Höhlen unter den Bergen, tief in der Erde, lauerten dunkle Geheimnisse und warteten darauf, ans Licht gezerrt zu werden.

Die Bewegungen der Bäume erzählten Geschichten aus alten Zeiten, von vergessenen Legenden und geheimen Pakten. Der Wind flüsterte dunkle Melodien und die Blätter raschelten wie verblasste Seiten eines alten Buches. Sogar das Gras schien ein Eigenleben zu führen und schwankte im Takt einer längst vergessenen Ballade.

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    Wir wurden von einer wunderschönen Dame namens Estrella (Stella) begrüßt, die ihre Assistentin sofort die junge Ana nannte, sie begleitete uns zum Messegelände, um unseren eigenen Ausstellungsort einzurichten, Sabayna hätte ihre Parfüme ausgestellt, ich hätte meine Zeitung am Kiosk aufgestellt In der Gazette of Gor spazierten viele Menschen durch das Dorf, das aus Holzhäusern auf Stelzen mit Blick auf das Meer und langen, durch Treppen verbundenen Gehwegen bestand. Ich zog es vor, einen Platz auf der weniger befahrenen Nebenstraße einzunehmen, während die schöne Sabayna einige Positionen am Strand einnahm.

   Die Messe begann mit vielen Besuchern aus den vielen Dörfern der Nordküste und vielen Händlern aus dem Süden, die den Frühling und die Schneeschmelze nutzten, um ihre Produkte gegen Häute und Artefakte aller Art einzutauschen.

      

    Wir sind jetzt hier, die Messe, und auf dem Höhepunkt des Geschäfts läuft es gut, meine Zeitung hat viele Exemplare verkauft, auch wenn nicht jeder lesen kann, aber es war eine positive Erfahrung und ich hoffe, noch einige Zeit hier zu bleiben, um dazu zu kommen Ich kenne die Leute und die Gegend, ich werde einige Karten dieses abgelegenen Ortes zeichnen und ich werde meine Verfügbarkeit als Anwalt zur Verfügung stellen, falls sie es brauchen.......