THE TRUE STORY OF THE EMIR

PART 4 ​​-

    Life in the land I saw a certain happiness in the Emir's eyes, everything seemed to be going as he expected, he had been telling me for a long time that his dream was a big city where he could live and practice the profession of his caste, and now the opportunity had presented itself in this beautiful Island.

We crossed that little bridge where the path that led to the nobles' villas started, Lady Blue showed us her house, the first on the right then making our way we climbed that little hill and at the top there was the emir's villa, a beautiful house in Arab style, with arches and domes, and a breathtaking view you could see the sea on every side and the city at our feet.

Lady Blue after showing us the inside of the house went away, saying that she had some work in the infirmary but that she would be happy to meet Darian as soon as he was settled, in the meantime the slaves had brought our boxes with clothes and books and the material necessary for personal care, I as a person following the Magistrate had been assigned one of the many houses on the bank of the river that crosses the city, in the sandy area, before the docks for unloading goods begin.

The next morning I was sitting on a bench outside my house waiting for Magistrate Darian, I saw him come down that path happy and cheerful for having finally slept on a comfortable bed, after many days of traveling on that stinking ship of Pirates, with the Urts running around on the deck and in the holds, he asked me if Lady Blue had come out. I replied that since dawn I had been sitting outside but no one had passed by, except the commander who lived alone on the hill near us, he thoughtfully said we will wait for her here, he will be our guide to know the roads to get to the palace of the castes.

Lady Blue arrived, she was splendid in her green healer's dress, she had not put on her veil, and her beautiful face caught Darian's gaze, she stood up and ran towards him, helping her cross that little bridge and happily wished him good morning, asking her to accompany him on those new streets, the night before there had been no way to memorize them, she showed us the best street that ran alongside a large palace, surely of some rich merchant, then a beautiful fenced garden with a large fountain and at the end a winter garden with many flowers and plants, we passed a small square with enormous columns that overlooked on one side a canal that brought water to the center of the city, at the end of the street we finally arrived in the central square, Lady Blue said goodbye to us and headed to the infirmary in the corner opposite the caste palace, with its huge staircases, I left Darian and headed to the port to register as a merchant, while he went up to the floor where there were the Scribes' offices waiting to be received by the Ubara or from the head of the caste and take possession of his office.

I found the Emir sitting on a cushion under the large tent, with him a man with a very dark complexion and armed with a shield and sword, I greeted and sat down in a corner, the Emir told me that he was the companion of the Ubara lady Zypera, and that his name was Sir Youroki, he was the builder of the city, and from what I had seen he had done a great job, we drank some good tea brought by a slave and after the introductions and a few words of ritual we got up and headed towards the part of the square occupied by the many shops, stopping at that of the perfumer, a comely woman, who knew how to convince customers, and she sold the Emir some perfumes that for me smelled but that she said women liked, then walking along those large columns interspersed with large palm trees we arrived at the infirmary where lady Blue was busy preparing some bandages in case they were needed by the warriors, at that time the Torvie warriors, often tried to land with their Tarl on the island, we waited for him to finish his work, he checked the few sick people then he went out and together we headed to the tavern for our lunch, it was all new to us but we would soon get used to it.

Darian, you could see from a mile away that he had a crush on that beautiful woman, even if not very tall but well built with an angel's face, he looked at her in ecstasy and smiled at every word, and when he learned that his family had been kidnapped by the panthers the year before he cried with her.

Meanwhile a slave came running to warn Darian that the Ubara was waiting for him in his large office in his palace, he greeted Lady Blue and set off with the slave towards that palace, Lady Zypera welcomed him with all the honors, she had heard about him and was happy that he wanted to live with them and work as a magistrate, the head of the Scribes was away for meetings with his colleagues in the distant city of Tor

l’Ubara ordino allo schiavo di preparare l’ufficio e assegnare una schiava al Magistrato Darian, poi gli dette le chiavi della città e lo saluto augurandogli buon lavoro, lasciamo il palazzo ci dirigemmo verso l’ufficio. 

 

    I giorni passavano e la città sempre in fermento molti commerci tra pirati e mercanti della zona Darian aveva il suo da fare con i certificati, ma non perdeva occasione per corteggiare lady Blue, ormai si vedeva che i due si amavano, L’Emiro alto con i suoi lunghi capelli biondi era bellissimo, lei con il suo vestito verde orlato con fili d’oro, formavano una bella coppia, fu così che Darian chiese all’Ubara di poter corteggiare lady Blue, ottenuto il consenso inizio la frequentazione, non perdevano occasione per dimostrare le loro effusioni e il loro amore, ormai i preparativi della cerimonia di compagnia erano alla fine fin che non successe qualcosa che cambio la vita di Darian, una mattina mentre erano seduti all’ombra della grande tenda, degli uomini travestiti da guerrieri  senza fare alcun rumore aggredirono l’Emiro alle spalle colpendolo alla testa facendogli perdere conoscenza, legarono lady Blue imbavagliandola, scomparvero come in silenzio come erano arrivati, quando L’emiro si sveglio mezzo tramortito capi che avevano rapito la sua innamorata e uno schiavo che aveva cercato di difenderla era morto a terra, dopo aver dato l’allarme arrivarono le guardie con il comandante, che escluse che i suoi uomini potessero averlo fatto, e il Magistrato Darian ordino delle indagini e delle pattuglie furono sguinzagliate in perlustrazione nel deserto che circonda la città. 

 

   Dopo tanti giorni di indagini niente venne fuori, le guardie al cancello erano sicure che nessuno fosse uscito quindi c’era qualcosa che non andava ma le indagini non si fermarono, mentre il Magistrato Darian era sempre più triste, aveva assaporato la felicità ma gli era sfuggita di mano. 

Fine 4° parte 

 THE TRUE STORY OF THE EMIR

RARIUS YUROKI

part 3-Landa the city with golden domes

 The old merchant paused, took the water bottle from the belt of his robe worn by time and dirty by the desert sand, looked around, turning his eyes towards infinity, as if he wanted to peer beyond that sky, then calmly said: I will not tell you about the long journey by ship towards the South but only about the arrival on that island with its great city, shining with buildings with golden domes.

We arrived at the port early in the morning, many people were already crowding the docks, in the distance after long walkways you could glimpse the walls with their very high gates, along the stretch of road that led to the entrance many crosses with the corpses of criminals or certainly thieves, placed there to discourage any ill-intentioned people.

I remember the Emir telling me: here we are just travelers looking for a home and a job, so forget my title, from today I will only be a Scribe-Magistrate, having said that I sent myself on a scouting mission to see if we would be welcome, I told the guards at the gate that my lord would like to meet the Regent or the Ubar of the city, I told them that having escaped the flood on the island of Svago, Sir Darian was looking for a new home and a job in the offices of the scribes, a guard heard of the arrival of a Magistrate and ran to call the Commander, he was about to go outside the walls to patrol the surrounding area, they said that some Panthers had been seen wandering near the warehouses of the port, he stopped for a few minutes talking to Darian explaining to him that the palace of the Scribes was at the end of the colonnade, on the large square where a tent had been raised in the center to protect the citizens or merchants from the scorching sun, and went away ordering a guard to accompany us to the Palace.

The palace was majestic with large staircases, on each floor were the offices of the Castes. Naturally those of the Scibi were on the penultimate floor, there were marbles and friezes everywhere, it was like entering a fantasy world. Darian looked around happy to have chosen the island of Landa as a destination, the guard accompanied us to the large hall with a fountain in the center, where the majestic doors to access the offices overlooked, I knocked in vain on the door of the head of the Caste, perhaps it was too early for work, the guard called a slave and ordered us to visit the city while waiting for the Ubara to be available, when Darian asked the name of that woman the guard said her name is Lady Zyphera Kimono, her companion the Warrior Builder was called Sir RariusYuroki, of course he said the city is large with a thousand problems and it is difficult for her to have time but she receives the nobles of the high Caste in the afternoon before the sun sets.

Darian was a little annoyed, but he knew well that in big cities everyone is busy with their work, the slave took us around among the marble colonnades and the many flower gardens and very tall palm trees that gave a little shade from that scorching morning sun, the slave left us under the large tent in the square where the many shops crowded with people and merchants overlooked, and went away to prepare us an adequate and quiet accommodation, before leaving he said to the Emir, I will find you a house outside the walls on the residential island where only the nobles of high Caste can access by crossing the river from a walkway that starts from the beach up to the top of the hill, he said I remember that the last Magistrate left it empty before leaving, but the furniture is there, he ran away quickly due to disagreements with the Commander.

We sat down waiting for the oven slave to come and take the orders, the voices of those people became more and more insistent but Darian didn't seem to notice, until finally someone arrived, she was a splendid woman dressed in green, definitely a Healer, she sat on a cushion on the other side of the table leaving the escort outside, Darian had sparkling eyes, that woman with her green dress with gold embroidery and her veil also gold, haughty elegant but at the same time polite, she greeted Darian with a smile introducing herself, I am lady Blue she said, I am the Pysichian of the city, I have no family anymore, my companion died at sea during a trip while my two daughters are far away with their companions, she willingly agreed to accompany Darian to the house that had been assigned to him upon request made by the slave at the builder's office, she stood up begging Darian to follow her.

We walked through half the city until we reached the small houses of the citizens along the sandy bank of the river, until we reached that footbridge, which gave access to the road that went up the hill and at the top, the slave said, was our new house.

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 THE TRUE STORY OF THE EMIR

Part 2

Sitting around that fire I listened to the words of that old man that I had never met or known but who knew my brother Darian well, which made me quite nervous and annoyed, someone knew my brother more than me. It was terrible, however I came out of my silence introducing myself as Orlando the brother of the Emir, I asked that old man to tell me everything he knew about my brother, he looked at me through his old eyes surrounded by wrinkles, while he sipped his water taken from his canteen.

Even the other men who shared that fire with us and the wine that a woman brought us every time, were very curious to know the adventures of Darian, his name echoed in the desert reaching up to the far north and the vast plains that lead to the Sardar.

The man who said his name was Sven and that he was one of the greatest blacksmiths on the Planet, had followed the Emir on all his travels, since the first day he arrived in the small town of Falswort, he was still young and recently graduated as a Scribe and a Magistrate-Lawyer, he was a tall, handsome young man with his long blond hair, and immediately made an impression on the women especially on the companion of Ubar sir Ming, lady Chiara her name, +one could imagine that the two liked each other every time they met with their languid glances, but Darian was still young and serious, he wanted to make a career and become a Cartographer, he was very good at drawing maps taking inspiration from the news that the Merchants passing by gave him, and sometimes even from Bedouins in the desert for a fee.

Everything was fine until one day a slaver brought to the city an amber-colored slave, tall and beautiful with prominent breasts and long legs, Sir Ming wanted that slave and fell in love with her, and after the demonstrations of Lady Chiara, with her sister Lady Betty the Farmer, Sir Ming became very angry and chased both Lady Chiara and her sister out of the city, I had forgotten that strangely Darian had also fallen in love with that black slave, and for this reason he suffered a lot in seeing her with the Ubar, and in the end he followed the women into exile.

Lady Chiara had an older sister who lived in the north and precisely in Windermeer, so after a few months of travel they arrived at her, the two women settled in well, they found their home in a large well-furnished cave, while Darian was assigned a shack on the edge of the village, in the North there are no castes, and the Tatrix told him that if he wanted to live with them he had to work in the fields together with Betty, but he got angry, took his things and left with the first ship to reach the desert, going down the coast he stopped in the archipelago of Cos and precisely in the village of Edalgo, he had the job of Magistrate and a small office, but in that village they were also dedicated to agriculture, and he was offered to become Magistrate of the merchants, but he suffered that small semi-deserted village where the slave of the Ubar a certain Rosy, commanded her master in secret, and soon revealed himself to be a bitter enemy of the Emir, and he had no choice but to leave again.

From Cos to the island of Svago the distance was short but on the other hand Svago was a large city on two levels with many slaves and many trades, so he decided to stop, he introduced himself to the head of the Scribes who welcomed him with honor without telling him that in the caste he was the only man the other scribes and magistrates were all women who did not give him space in the work leaving him always out of any of their interventions, so he spent his time going from one Inn to another and from one Kennel of slaves to another there were three in the city, also on the hill where they grew grapes there was a cellar where he often stopped to drink.

One day that cellar caught fire, while Darian was sitting outside at a table, and he miraculously survived, he did not go to that hill again, until winter arrived a strong storm came from the north. black clouds that were gathering and a persistent rain was beating on the roofs, it had been raining for days now everyone was desperate, the water like a waterfall was coming down the stairs of the plateau of the castes, and the city was sinking more and more under that rain, many drowned if they left their houses, the Ubar gave the order to evacuate the city and ordered the citizens to leave the island reaching the ships at the port.

also Darian together with other scribes and slaves went down, conquering a place on a smelly ship, while many slaves and farmers fell into the sea trying to climb the gangway made slimy by the rain, then finally we left, there was no fixed destination but we were looking for a place to wait for the end of the rain, until we spotted a deserted island in the archipelago, in that area it was not raining anymore, so the Ubar gave the order to stop and go down to the beach.

end second part

 THE TRUE STORY OF THE EMIR

Part 1

My name is Orlando, of the el Nairad family, our millenary lineage lived as nomads in the desert for centuries, until our father Pasha Darian el Nairad I*.

He stopped in an unknown oasis outside the Shendi forest on the way to the great city of AR, the family was composed of our mother Shaila and us two children, Darian II* and I his younger brother Orlando, together with other members of the family with their loved ones, dedicated to herding and selling the skins and wool of the Veer (sheep of the Earth) our father took my name by reading the adventures of warriors written in the books brought from the planet Earth.

After the destruction of the oasis by the Desert Raiders along with the Talunes who lived on the edge of the forest, we little ones unable to defend ourselves were saved by a faithful slave, who hid us in a basket and pretended to be dead until everything was over, she took us by joining a caravan of Bedouins headed to Shendi, we arrived in the city of Korat, she introduced herself to the Ubar begging him to welcome us into the city saying that we little ones were the descendants of the Pasha Darian I*, he took our story and the fortunate escape to heart and entrusted us to his trusted builder sir Mith Arliss, who with his companion lady BB arliss, lived then in the growing city.

Sir Mith entrusted us to Notary Scorbuticus, to start us towards the knowledge of the scribes, our childhood was not very happy, at that time the city of Korat a fortress located on the promontory overlooking the port of ship Rock, we spent time on that tower where our tutor got lost among a thousand parchments covered in dust, explaining new things to us every time, he taught us to read and write, to do sums and entrusted us with small simple practices such as making contracts with merchants or ship captains.

Meanwhile we were growing up, we were no longer children but strong and courageous boys, the nomadic blood of the desert made us tough, our adoptive mother Lady BB, was enthusiastic about us, even sir Mith who to tell the truth we saw little, he was always busy with large constructions in the city and in the surrounding area, the fortress of Korat was rather gloomy and gray the streets always deserted, the only livable place was the palace of Ubar, but we did not go there often, we preferred to go down to the port of Ship Rock and admire the ships arriving and departing, or go to the village following the road where many fishermen sat waiting for their prey.

One day lady BB took us to her companion. we brought him clean clothes and spare food, it was a real stroke of luck because that day the fortress thanks to some panthers infiltrating the city opened the secondary doors letting their tribe of warriors attack the palace destroying the entire city killing most of the population, taking away with them only the children, the Panthers use the children as students the females and as procreators and workers the male slaves.

You could see the flames rising in the sky above the promontory, everyone ran for cover, and many escaped towards the city of Baku. Sir Mith also collected the few things he could and we set off towards that city along the sea, but on the road we met some people who advised us not to go there because in Baku there was typhus and many were dying,

luckily there were some merchants heading to the desert who welcomed us with them and we set off towards the unknown for us, without a home and without anything but our lives.

The destination would have been AR, but it was at war with the city of Tor eternal rivals, so the caravan went towards the south east, until we were in sight of a fortified city, a merchant who had a map told us that it was Cartassa, a flower bloomed in the great desert of Thahari, we introduced ourselves to the guards as refugees and immediately the houbara at that time lady Safina, welcomed us with honors being lady BB a great Scribe and sir Mith one of the greatest builders of the planet Gor, I Orlando with Darian, after a while we were sent to the great city of Olni, where there was the great school for Scribes, directed by lady Lucy Bronet, and by lady Janette Inglewood that's how at the Olni campus we studied for a few years to become Scribes, magistrates and lawyers becoming the best students of the school, after the degrees, I took the place of Magistrate in Olni while Darian preferred to return to Cartassa, he wanted to see our adoptive mother again and his companion Sir Mith, it was a painful farewell, we promised to meet often, but life had many difficulties in store for us and we would never see each other again, even if we went from city to city, or in the villages in the north.

Now I sit here around this fire where an old merchant told me that he would tell the story of the great Darian The Emir.

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 Lady Athena (athenayiyi):

 

 There was once a man from the planet Gor.

Who lived a wonderful life with the women he adored.

His clothing was blue, prestigious and refined.

His character was Honorable, respectful and kind.

He wrote many stories of the lives 

they shared and the cities of glory when he resided there..

. He traveled from north to east and south to west in ceaseless pursuit

 a Gorean scribe in his quest.

.. Journeys of Wonder He followed what seemed impossible...

 The Scribe and his tablet of enchanted dreams..

  HEMBER KONDOR 

CLOSING OF THE EXHIBITION ''CHARACTERS''

Concert by singer Abby Jadov

Award ceremony of the poetry competition on the theme of the exhibition

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finally the time has come to fly to the land Serena Art Center, I will have the opportunity to see Vita Theas and Bella Allure again, who together with the great artist Hermes Kondor organized a great event that saw the participation of hundreds of people interested in art.

Bella & Hermes

After greeting everyone including the Artist I saw the paintings on display again, captivating and hard to forget they marked a point in my heart.

Vita Theas was already there with her faithful Wolf. Bella too, but as usual she was going around welcoming people and greeting everyone.. Bella is tireless and is also a good manager.

VITA THEAS

Finally the concert began, a very good singer named Abby Jadov would perform on stage live with her guitar, it was a great surprise her melodies were captivating and retraced the best years of music.

ABBY JADOV

I looked around for some familiar face but there were too many people I couldn't recognize anyone, finally the Countess arrived, a great friend of ours, a writer who never misses the events, even if I take her precious time away very soon.

LADY HAIKU

At the end of the concert Mrs. Haiku, the first judge and a great world artist, was called on stage, and after a short introduction and a thank you from Sir Hermes Kondor, they finally opened the envelopes with the names of the winners.

I never expected that I, Darian el Nairad, would win the first prize, with my poem in the competition. I was quite excited, when I went up on stage to receive the cash prize and the winner's certificate,

DARIAN el NAIRAD

Vita was also very happy about this, as an Italian I had perhaps made some spelling mistakes in translating into English but I had certainly hit the nail on the head and understood the true meaning of the exhibition.

I thank all those who participated and I thank the organization of the competition including sir Hermes Kondor, unfortunately my connection was not very happy, but on the other hand I was happy to have participated, I hope soon there will be new exhibitions because many love art and go with pleasure to the exhibitions of great artists

darianelnairad editor

 Tal People of Turmus and Genesian Port and Gor

With the approval of the Ubar, Turmus shall host a wonderful parade to celebrate the Warriors, Defenders, Aiders, Militia of Turmus and Genesian Port, on Sunday, August 25th at 12:00PM SLT & 3:30PM SLT. These parades are to honor those that are protecting us all in this war against "enemies" and to raise morale of all the people of each allied city. We are needing participants for both times on that day. If you are a city ruler, warrior, aider, defender, militia of Turmus or Geneian Port and would like to walk in the parade please contact me Bea Lael(lifepath)   or  Willi Myeles (willilicious.georgette) immediately.

 Please note, Militia (Defenders, Aiders) for both cities might be of a different homestone, but are still helping in the war effort. We will also need many spectators as well as street performers for the parade. 

All performers will be compensated in ZCS coins. For those not able to participate in the parade at those times, they will or can have a picture of themselves carried in the parade, or if they have someone that would like to walk the parade for them in their place, that is also acceptable. 

This is an In Character Parade, so no modern balloons, nor vehicles are allowed. Imagine a medieval parade with maybe bosk drawn carriages or hand sewn or handmade floats.

 Please contact us if there are questions. Thank you.

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Sincerely,

Bea Lael  AHOC Merchant of Sturm

 CITY OF FARMACIUM

FARMACIUM 

There will soon be the inauguration of the new rebuilt ''FARMACIUM'' at the same time as the opening of the city newspaper, where everyone will be able to contribute with their stories, their comments and some criticism..

 thank you all for your cooperation

                  GREETING ALL AND TAL AT GOREANS

SIGFRID AVRO STORY  PART 3

( TOLD IN THE OASIS OF ISFAHAN)

 

sir Sigfrid Avro from Red Rock Oasis

 A long journey began on the winding course of the Cartius...

The young blond teenager struggled, but nothing helped and the taluna took great pleasure in caressing him regularly, as if she had obtained a small animal that she obediently came to tame with caresses, but also sometimes real blows, because yes, the young man rebelled , many times, he tried to capsize her! He got there once! But they were almost there, reaching Lake Shaba. oh she was furious and got back into the boat soaking wet while he laughed with satisfaction.

They disembarked. The talunas untied his feet to hoist him out of the boat, several to bring him as a captive to the camp. A strange maneuver was taking place when they were noticed by the other talunas of the tribe, they came forward, they came simpering around him, came to caress him as he passed, came to feel his muscles, but not only... as if they were sizing him up and appreciating his beauty, his virility.

Sig really had this feeling of becoming, a lust, an object of desire, like a kind of prey or fodder. It was at that moment that he understood how obvious it must not have been for slaves, when they had to be bought or that their destiny was going to be linked to the hands of a person, much more powerful than them. . The talunas could dominate him and take possession of his body, tied up like this and given their number... The teenager felt the atmosphere become charged, murmurs amplified, some talunas even jostled to touch him, but really everywhere... everything happened ...

Sig was quickly taken to a hut to which access was prohibited. Authorized women came to undress him completely and wash him without untying his arms, which were still stuck behind his back. And there too, everything happened. He was oiled everywhere. It was decorated with artifices to mark the muscles of his arms and legs, with an artistic skin tied around his penis and with some tribal paintings on his shoulders, his face, his abdomen, his obliques.

The life of the tribe was getting organized, as if an event was in progress, the women were in turmoil. Lots of carved wooden dishes were prepared and decorated with generous quantities of vulos, suls, roots, vegetables, honey and spices, fruits in abundance. They all seemed in a very good mood and many remained gazing up at the sky, sometimes pointing towards it in the evening.

At nightfall, the young blond was taken to a campfire where he was given food straight from his fingers. He was fearful and very observant, he saw the women eating profusely, laughing, singing, dancing in groups around the fire to the sound of drums, like a sort of ceremony.

He was placed a little aside near the chiefs of the tribe, including the taluna he hated the most in the world, the one who had achieved his ends. She kept leering at him with a little smile of satisfaction and sadism, without explaining to him what was going to happen.

That night, he discovered it quite quickly... When the three moons rose in the sky and were full, they took him tied up in a procession. So the whole tribe headed towards a clearing, full of moss, grass and ferns. At its center was a thick, cylindrical wooden post. buried deep in the ground.

Sig was then tied to it, his ankles and wrists tied to the back of the post, his back pressed against the thick wood, the makeshift collar, which had been placed around his neck, was tied firmly by the back of his neck flush with it. post. He realized that anything could happen to him, his exposed and raised face witnessed every scene. We could have gutted him and he wouldn't have been able to do anything, but these women had other plans.

As the ehns passed, the women danced with their hands raised to the sky. Between songs and moans which sometimes transformed into lamentation, they rolled in the moss here and there in front of him. Near him, the clan leaders came to caress his thighs and torso, including the one he hated, as if they were taking him into their spell of tantric trance.

the hands imprisoned him with their incessant and solicitous caresses until he could no longer keep control of himself, he felt the lips on his skin and not only that... he couldn't do anything, if that. He tensed his muscles to try to play on his leaps, but nothing worked. His fate was sealed.

The pretty blond with green eyes went from teenager to young adult, becoming prey to their desires, the straps of the art skin were removed when he was cramped. Then a tireless dance began against his body. That night, the young man discovered lust, forced and repeated pleasure. The women took turns on his erect manhood many times, some could access it, others were not allowed, he could only moan and sigh under this orgasmic torture, this form of tribal orgy marked him forever. .. For ahns and ahns, they exhausted him until he could take no more.

In the days that followed, Sig stayed to regain his strength in the hut. stiff and in a loathsome mood, he pushed back the slopes that approached him. Sig was convinced he had to flee this place, whatever the cost. So he softened little by little. they had to let their guard down. he had to coax them. he integrated into camp life. week after week... they watched him with less vigilance, did small manual jobs for him such as butchering, collecting wood, repairing the huts. They no longer took the trouble to connect his collar to a rope, like a small animal.

However, Sig was starting to receive more and more stares, he felt like he was once again in the crosshairs of some talunas who had never been able to touch him. One evening as he was bringing back wood, near a hut, he overheard a disturbing discussion on the cycle of the moons and certain talunas? Ah! He didn't need more to understand the meaning of it all! he had to flee!

To take action and not relive the madness of the three moons, he had to manage to isolate a boat and camouflage it further on the bank and, at the first opportunity given to him, he would leave the camp to take the powder escape.

And this moment arrived three days later, when huntresses returned from fishing on Lake Shaba, they entrusted him with the task of tying up the boats, he took advantage of this opportunity to isolate a small one with an oar, When he returned to camp, he told them that he had tied one incorrectly and that it had just been carried away by the current.

For greater realism, he had run into the mud of the bank to make it appear that he had tried as best he could to recover it. So obviously, you can imagine, he was punished and beaten. But after all, what mattered the whip and the blows, when he was asked to go find a tree in the forest to cut down, to cut down one, not one, not two, he saw his chance!

Instead of going to look for a tree, he took some provisions and water in Bota from a knotted rep, stealing a fur cape and he set off in the direction of his small boat which was still there, under some branches, at out of sight.

It was then that a difficult journey began to go up the current of the Cartius, up to Kasra, and now it is certain that Sigfrid has a horror of boats! *he laughs* He couldn't stop rowing. Sometimes he came ashore to eat, so as not to move backwards in the current. But he would quickly run out of food and water. Yet, clinging to life as never before, he drew unknown forces into himself, the echo of his past guided this rage. He knew that this time, he was expected and he knew that his parents would be frantic with worry... If they knew... Well, now... they know. *smile*

Arriving on the distant shores of Kasra, Sig reached the shore, he encountered too many merchant ships. He fell asleep for almost a whole day under wild bushes. Not far from there, peasants lived on the little fertile land that bordered the banks of the Cartius. When night fell, he went to drink from the animals' trough, he filled his bota. But he was only frightening, emaciated, marked with the whip and above all, the old rusty collar of the talunas around his neck, who was going to believe him to be free? Especially if he said he was a son of Pasha, we would also consider him crazy!

He decided to commit an outrage. He memorized the house in his memory, he stole a kaiila, promising himself to bring it back when he was out of trouble. And he left on the caravan route, in the direction of Tor and then found the road towards Klima. He intended to bring the animal back, unaware that his bad luck was pursuing him, and that his lucky star would still have to work hard.

once arrived, at the edge of Tor, he plunged towards the deep desert, he was not to be seen. Struggling with hunger, time was running out. Having only water to hold it together. He pushed the kaiila to its vital limits. They were surprised by a storm, the animal struggled more and more. Once out of this storm, he no longer recognized the dunes. The wind could change the desert in a night, Sigfrid saw the distant mirage of a city, and it was with despair that he launched the animal in that direction, exhausted, under the crushing sun of the 'afternoon.

Alas... The kaiila stopped and staggered in its last moments. The animal fell and the blond with it. He rolled down the side of a dune... he let a trail of sand rise... Unconscious, were the shock of the fall, hunger, thirst going to get the better of him? The last ahns of a dry day passed without him regaining consciousness... But then my star... what were you waiting for? Because yes, rest assured: his star is always watching. You will soon find out in the next part…

 

 

2nd part

SIGFRID AVRO STORY

PART 2

it was not without difficulty that the young blond that I was began a new page in his life, in the company of this Taharian couple, who had just taken him into their family, in order to take care of him, while he had just been abandoned.

Obviously failing to know where the said sister was; and after having made several salt stands in various neighboring cities and oases, they decided to return to the deepest Tahari, to Klima.

However, the ordeals that the child had undergone made him quickly fall ill. It appeared that his health was slightly weakened by all the events that he had experienced recently, and although he was very happy and running everywhere, his big sparkling green eyes sometimes concealed an indescribable and languishing suffering.

Recurrently, he came back to him more and more often at night, with horrible visions of violence and battle, of people dying before his eyes, of open wounds, of screams and tears, he saw himself missing out on terrible battles. between a warrior in axes and to see one of the warriors, who nevertheless mistreated him, give his life for him, so that he could reach a back door.

Sometimes he saw her little hands covered in blood pressing his sister's wound and heard her scream when the life left her womb, in a boat that swayed with the current, sometimes not very merciful with the boat, the hugging him so tightly; while he trembles like a leaf from cold and hunger, helpless in the face of the injury and the deep suffering that his big sister was undergoing...

It was often that he woke up in his old age, in the middle of the night, screaming and starting to cry, so Youssou would come running to see him and sing him a Taharian lullaby so that he would go back to sleep, staying close to him. him to caress his cheek, while the little one was clearly traumatized.

Other times, it was his father who watched over him; late in the evening when he was feverish and bedridden, with anxiety attacks at the idea of ​​falling asleep, while he confided to her with his ailments and his childish words, in these moments of delirium due to the temperature rise... and that he described some of the torture and abuse they received. Then Spin comforted him with the gentle words of a loving father, and caresses on his face, telling him that all this was now behind him, that now no guard would cause him all his suffering and that he was in peace. security within the Palace and that his father was sleeping not far from his room.

Nearly ten years had passed and the child evolved over time, becoming familiar with the customs of the citizens, becoming the little darling of the friends of his new adopted family, receiving some candy, becoming the apprentice of the city physicist, so eager to learn how to save lives and treat them. All this, within a loving family, with whom he had such good times.

And I cherished those moments from the depths of my heart, because it made me someone patient, attentive, someone passionate and despite my naivety, someone sensitive. certainly, but someone who cherished and still cherishes the sense of family, loyalty and the importance of the power of love, of listening, for a people, for its community, to proudly learn the customs transmitted by speech.

It is in this context that the young blond would evolve over the years that passed. The darling of the city, he was becoming a young man, the teenager that I was, had this thirst to find his sister and by dint of questioning his caste of healer, he had heard of a blonde healer, who worked in another oasis, much further north, then inevitably piqued by his curiosity and his desire to find his origins, at the age of 16, he stupidly left the city without warning his parents, to try to reach the city of Kasra; without remembering that it was the city where he had once almost been kidnapped. Obviously he had forgotten this distant trauma, as well as the details of this city, due to his young age.

he left very early one morning, under the pretext of going to see the caravanners, with whom he got along very well. Sig was getting into one of the caravans, which was going to take him to the city of Tor and then to Kasra. When he arrived at the city of Tor, at the end of the morning... The young blond realized that this city already seemed to him a little familiar... without really knowing why.

But it was when he arrived in Kasra that he began to recognize certain alleys, but why? Sigfrid then tried to locate the building which served as a lazaret for the healers, coming to announce himself to one of them, as being the son of the Pasha of Klima, looking for a healer named Kassandra, his older sister. The healer tells himThat’s when this caregiver actually lived here!

Happy and full of enthusiasm, he moved away to the heart of the city, because his sister was not available at the time, because she was operating on a seriously injured person. To wait and find something to eat, he headed towards a small market...

But who did he meet? Do you feel the problems coming? It was in the worst of bad luck that a small group spotted him... This blondness so rare in the south of Gor, his limpid green eyes... We didn't come across teenagers like that in Kasra... .

A woman with tanned skin, covered in old fabrics with a sharp and sharp look hidden behind a veil, stared at him, then spoke to another... She walked away and the other woman made her way near the stalls, to suddenly approach the handsome blond in these terms: "well, but who do I see a handsome young man like that? Could you help me carry a big bag of sa-tarna seeds, into the alley, my my companion is away and I can't find a good soul to lend me a helping hand, would you be kind enough to accompany me?"

Obviously... yes, obviously... this young man was benevolent and happy with his good news, he agreed to help him. Oh it was a very good mistake, so they say: goodness will ruin us? She had pointed out an alley not far away, a little narrow, but Sig didn't see the harm in it. He goes deeper into the alley, without knowing that a trap is closing against him. The lady speaks to him politely, really warmly, because she is happy with his help. And then points out a house with a corridor on the side and when he enters between the shaded houses, the noose closes on him... In a few fractions of ihns, a heavy weight fell on his shoulders and there he is hooded. His reflex was to pivot and want to remove the hood, however he felt an armada of arms grab his torso, by the biceps, trapping his chest and at the moment he began to shout “What the hell are you doing. ..!!!" suddenly it's black, with a great pain above the neck.

The young apprentice healer collapses... Among these people? The woman with tanned skin... yes yes... She... you know very well who I'm talking about... And that women around Sig... talunas... But not just any which... The woman with tanned skin, will then say, turning him on his back and removing the hood, while he is unconscious "How we meet again my little angel... I knew that you would find one day the trace of your sister... I just had to wait for you... ahahahah..." She stood up and with a snap of her fingers, the women put a large hooded cape on him and hoisted him up, carrying him towards the river area, pretending as if one of them had been unwell, muttering that she needed water... And on the bank... boats...

And now Sigfrid regains consciousness, seeing furs and wood in front of him, a headache to boot, he goes to stand up and what? Her wrists are locked, her arms tense, her blood is in a loop, while she turns her face towards the sky, sitting on him, astride and half naked, THE taluna, that of her deepest nightmares !

The nanny said to him with a smile, between charm and cruelty "You know, I looked for you for a long time... I even thought I found your trace towards Korat! But no... It wasn't you but that of the shadow... your twin, oh I would have liked to keep him, but he was tougher than you He is truly your mirror, I didn't think he had survived his kidnapping by your father's detractors! , the day you were born...And here you are finally in my hands. Did you think you'd escape me? If you don't comply with my demands, I'm going to make sure your sister has a bad adventure. alley, in the evening, after work..." She gently caresses the curves of the body, her jaw then her torso, while it is tense, under the tensions of the horrors she was telling him.: HER! Worst plague! Darkosis seemed a better deliverance from this odious blackmail and then...

So what exactly was she talking about with this twin story? Kidnapped at birth?

It is with rage that the blonde retorts "What are you talking about! Old harpy! Where are you taking me?" Moving to make her capsize. But the woman's suppleness only made her undulate softly on him, sneering, she said to him "in a few hands, the three moons will be reunited... You wouldn't dare refuse my invitation to discover the life of my tribe all the same?" With this sadistic laugh to boot!

But where was she taking him? What were his evil and vengeful plans? Fear torments the blond's stomach... When he was so close to finding his sister and now bad luck came back...

Continued to the next part...

 SIGFRID AVRO STORY

Another appointment with the stories of Gor's famous characters, this time with Sir Sigfrid of the Red Rock oasis telling us about his long life of adventures on the planet.

野性 BACKGROUND 野性 PART 1

From the dreaded city of Trève, Sigfrid is a young Gorean, just 6 years old, shy and candid but also tonic and playful, a little blond boy who ran around and was mischievous... father a mercenary commander and leader of the city, his mother a healer.

His father wanted to make him his heir, but his soldiers didn't see it that way and he became their whipping boy in the shadows, subjected to touching, humiliation and other light torture and sadistic abuse... They used to laugh at him, scaring him, grabbing him by the throat, pinning him up against a wall, beating him, and he would regularly come home with bruises and gashes... 

OASIS OF ISFAHAN

      Sig was mentally subjected to this harassment, their aim was supposedly to make a man of him... to toughen him up, but at that age... He was no match for these men and they succeeded, because at the age of 6, much to his father's disappointment, he decided to become a physicist's apprentice. 

It was then that his father gave his older sister Kassandra as a companion to his best mercenary, the city's first sword, making him the future leader. After 4 months, his sister became pregnant, thus providing the family line with an heir.

RUMPERSTILZ

As for Sig, his choice for the green caste did not spare him, as some soldiers continued their sadistic games on the young child, taking a certain pleasure in it, even though he did not yet have the maturity or strength to stop them... 

Another two long months passed between suffering and latent fears at night... There were rumours that the Torvis, known for their violence and carnage and who had come by boat on the Vosk, were attacking closer and closer...

Until suddenly, at nightfall, thanks to a ruse and a betrayal, the Torvis were able to penetrate the fortress of Trève, sacking, burning and slitting the throats of the citizens, with orders not to take any prisoners. In this way, they were able to reign in their strength, making the cities that were recalcitrant pay their tributes and give part of their harvest. 

SPINAKER AVRO

When this terrible attack began, Sigfrid and Kassandra managed to get away with a few jumps, thinking they could look after the wounded, but their father ordered them to flee. While the mercenaries defended the heart of the city with their lives, their mother stayed by her husband's side to care for the wounded... 

It was amidst panic, howling and bloodshed that, after a long march of hundreds of pasangs, they arrived at a boat on the banks of the Vosk and were able to escape unharmed... well, almost... But Kassandra was wounded, and a bad shock caused her to miscarry, losing her life in her womb, in tears and blood, with her little brother in her arms, panicking at the thought of leaving his parents behind, their family, their landmarks, while the whole city burned, leaving a trail of smoke and a glow in the skies that could be seen for hundreds of pasangs around...

 

But was the worst yet to come? 

 

Kassandra managed to steer the boat, with the help of her little brother, despite her worsening state of health. However, they still had to find treatment, food and drinking water. Reaching the city of Schendi, his sister was able to receive care and help from her caste. However, little Sig was distraught, as they heard much later that their city had been besieged and her family decimated.

His sister recovered as the days went by, unable to look after her little brother, who, cute as he was, was watched over by the green caste. He was learning languages, his first and second skills, as well as medicine, because if life could be snatched away so easily, he wanted to be able to protect it. Losing his mother was hard, because she was the one who taught him their caste. She had passed on her passion to him, just as his grandfather had done with her.

On a trip south to the city of Kasra, Kassandra had to find a mentor to become a healer, so she entrusted her little brother to a nanny. She had to leave for Tor, where she was given an opportunity to learn. 

But once again, fate had its way with the little blond boy. For this nanny was in fact a woman with tanned skin, from a tribe of talunas, covered like a city trader, concealed behind gentle attitudes. 

Looking for the right moment, fascinated by the little blonde angel, she decided one day, without warning, on the pretext of going for a walk with the child... to take him to a boat on the banks of the winding river... However, not understanding why she insisted on getting him into the boat, he began to whine. So she decided to drag him by force to the boat! 

ZARATHUSTRA

Perhaps the priest-kings had decided otherwise this time, because not far from the scene, a woman was strolling along the banks, accompanied by a muscular man in a red sarrouel, who was talking passionately to her about salt and trade and mines.

This woman was going to be a great help to him, because he gave her a look of such concern and expressiveness that she didn't think the nanny's attitude was very natural, and even less of the 6-year-old's struggle to argue that he shouldn't stray far from home. 

YOUSSOU

 The boat was taking him back to so much unhappiness... It was then that the woman warned her companion.

The man with the tanned skin ran over to the child and grabbed the shady woman's forearm and pulled the blond boy against his leg, Sig clinging to the leg as if for dear life. The fake nanny realised that her plan was not going to work and jumped into the boat, saying ‘we'll meet again one day...’.

The taluna simply abandoned the child. This warrior crouched down in front of the little man with a gentle smile, pushing back his blond locks. Sigfrid burst into tears. The man put the boy's forehead on his shoulder and whispered ‘Don't worry, little fellow, you'll be all right, you're safe now’. 

The woman approached in turn and realised that the child had almost been captured, and the couple exchanged glances. The woman then said ‘You're not alone any more, tell us where your family is’. But knowing nothing about it, he confided in them that they were all dead except for his sister, who had traveled to the Tahari to learn. 

The situation was delicate and they decided to take the child under their wing. 

The man said ‘I'm Spin, pretty little blond boy’.

The woman smiled at him and stroked the tear from his cheek, ‘I'm Youssou, what's your name, little angel?’

The child replied, ‘Sigfrid, lady. He grabbed the man by the neck and said in a heartbreaking voice that day ‘Thank you for protecting me, my nanny scared me’.

The pasha of Klima lifted the child in his arms and walked with his companion back to the city. 

That day, a lucky star had finally crossed the path of this child with an uncertain destiny.