KO RO BA -KAJIRES DANCE -26-01-2025

 

SIR FALCONER 

Appointment with the dances of the kajires of Gor, they punctually perform at Ko Ro Ba, delighting us with their beauty and their imagination, the Goreans come from every part of the planet to attend, and I together with my beloved Suya left from the oasis of Tashid, we had gone at the invitation of my friend Lady Mae to visit the reconstruction of the oasis, transforming it into a small and thriving town with its port crossroads of many trades, but they kept the old name of Oasis of Tashid.

LADY ARETA

The journey was rather long, tired but happy to be able to attend the new dance event, we would have met a Kajira named Esther who lives in the house of Hansen, where we are Magistrate and scribe Suya, so we anxiously await her turn to dance and admired the beautiful Esther dancing.

It was an experience that was renewed, and I hope that soon we could return for a new evening.......

 Lojal (raven.daxeline): Right hand sweeping in an arc she scoops up the water, letting it fly around her.  Appearing to savour the freedom that a hard working bond maid can know she moves in a flirtatious manner, enough to catch the watchful eye of the Hold Jarl himself, though this bond is known to favour a certain blacksmith.  Stirring the water to swirl around her, firm breast bouncing as she dances

Perhaps the Jarls are slow to call her to them, perhaps they know the girl needs an ihn or two but she looks to the path they took and moves in a way to ignite desire.  Pouting a little, she seems to be wondering if the kajirae they captured...the silkies...are taking all of their attention.  "I know their ways," she murmurs, "let Lojal show you".

Slowing her dance, she turns as if to admire the beauty of Torvaldsland and breathe in the scent of the land, fresh from a summer storm.  Fingers stretch out as if she might tough the very peaks of the mountains that she sees, feet slide over the ground so unlike that of the southern cities.  For a moment she echoes the dance of a kajira and then lets it go.

Stepping forward she lowers her body, opening her thighs and pulsing in a wanton display to show the desire that burns within her.  Rising up she shimmies slowly as hands lift, in a display of the curves that Jarls covet.  The chains on her left foot chime out again and she frowns once more, moving in a way that might shake it from her so it might be tossed into Thassa.

"Lojal!"  The cry comes for her to hurry but she hesitates as if a small dance for Odin might be required, if he should ever look to a bond then let it be to her.

Displaying a body intended for the pleasure of the Jarls of the North she savours her return to Torvaldsland.  "Lojal!"  Comes a cry.  She kneels, thanking Odin before rising up to hurry after the men she serves

 Darla (darlagraysun) cherish the hours of life because it is too short. She danced in the rain and smelled the flowers, remembering other's care.

one day she discovered that she was fierce, strong, full of fire, and that not even she could hold herself back because her passion burned brighter than her fear.

(izabellywolf.sorbet) fell to her knees on the grass, tears streaming down her desolate face. Her fingers stretched into the void, seeking in vain to touch, one last time, the beard that once brought her comfort. The heat of the fire halted her gesture, leaving her touch lost in longing. Around her, her sisters bowed under the weight of grief. In a chorus of tears, they rose, trembling, before the pyre, as the flames whispered a farewell as deep as the fire consumed

] ઇઉ Cαℓℓүσρε ઇઉ (sawannadileon) The mournful heart sobs erratically, the kajira drinks from the goblet of bitterness and despair. Swings arms and belly as if trying to embrace the one who is gone, finds only the cold wind as a lover and distressed, whimpers towards the pyre. "You are unique to your girl, my Master, my life...my love."

Master, my life...my love."

Esther  (loryell) slides the palm of the delicate hand over the wet face of tears that run through the skin jacked with golden freckles, looks at the necklace's sisters and wonders: “What will our destiny now, without his protection over us? “, with the Master’s departure to the dust’s land, na endless sadness takes over all

12:26] Eshe (selenadacios) dejected by the pain of loss, the once vigorous and imposing body bends in suffering, falls to the knees before the pyre where merciless flames consume the body of the one who possesses the heart and life. The head rises to the scarlet sky and begs for understanding, and memories of the teachings of Master arise in the frightened mind.

Eshe (selenadacios) fights against the pain that pierces the chest like a lances, and even weakened rises from the ground, with the image of the Master in mind. Remembers that she was trained to serve with passion and excellence, breathes deeply, the trembling hands wipe the incessant tears from eyes and  whispers to the wind... "I will remain strong, Master, for your honor."

Lala Roussel: Pronto Maestro, per favore

lala (lala.roussel) wakes and hisses briefly at the tender brand forever marking this girl. Smiles remembering the night before as fingers trace along curves with a newness then brushes the metal band declaring who owns her. Takes a deep breath as a veil lifts from a slumbering soul filling the slave with life

lala (lala.roussel) extends and curls hearing tunes of a song from a previous life in her mind before drawing to bare feet. Lips vibrate from the soft hums while steps tentatively take the beast back and forth. Arms move through the air playing with rays of light never noticed before.

lala (lala.roussel) hugs and gyrates as the tune continues within bringing a purr from the bound throat. Body moves with new purpose awakening senses dormant until now. Memories of a commanding voice pulls another purr from the owned girl

lala (lala.roussel) whispers, " i am His? Yes, His...ohh, you are a slave, lala..." laughs and sways, "yes, a slave...His hand held the iron.  His hand locked this collar. i belong to Him...at His whim...for His pleasure. i am free...la kajira!

Tersa Vella moves slowly, deliberately, puts on a smile to hide the clenched jaw. contains the curses that wishes to slip under breath. Releases the tension in neck and obeys, always obeys. tries oh so hard to hide the displeasing twitch of resentment from this predicament.

Tersa Vella roseate painted lips tremble and press together; fans arms to hide the shaking of hands. the music rings in deafened ears as she struggles to find one's breath and a tightness builds in her chest. dizziness envelopes and a mental fog surrounds, flight or fight rises like a hot flash over reddening skin. a brand's kiss would finish faster than the music's relentless torment.

[12:43] Tersa Vella body bows and kicks on auto-pilot as a flush appears on chest and neck, she changes directions, second guessing steps. tries to regain control from the prickling of tiny hairs rising up the back of her neck and focuses on each cadence. an obvious struggle evident as she presents a tense, languid dance. beauty in the endeavor to express obedience while collapsing, undoubtedly His intention

[12:44] Tersa Vella feet shuffle in the sands and small hands brush quickly to touch the steel collar. stormy blue eyes look down to the ground, unable to meet anyone's eyes, embarrassment worn like a dress over subtle slave flesh. still she moves, distress evident, yet she moves to the once sexy melody now haunting. muddied panicked thoughts wish to flee but her movements still beg to please through shattered vulnerabilities.

Tersa Vella lifts chin and offers a partial smile out of habit, or because it is expected. eyes glossy on the verge of tears as she musters to control the flow and focus on movements. thoughts go blank and with heaviness of limbs she lifts from the pit, a dusting of sand on tan skin and spins to 

 (Français en bas & English below)

Nächstes Wochenende ist Basar!

Hier das Programm im Detail:

Fr 24.1.

18h00 Markttreiben - Einweihung der neuen Heilerei 

19h00 Markttreiben und Jahrmarktbühne

21h00 STA Versammlung in der Festung 

Sa 25.1. 

18h00 Sklavenjagd 

19h00 Sklavenversteigerung 

 

21h00 Oasis Dancers - Show auf der Himmelsbühne

 

So 26.1. 

18h00 Nahkampfturnier 

 

19h00 Kickboxturnier der Kajiri

 

21h00 OOC Party im Himmel: Basar - Basar

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Chers Isfahani et amis !

Le weekend prochain il y a le bazar!

Voici le programme en détail :

 

Ve 24.1.

18h00 Ouverture du marché - Inauguration de la nouvelle guérisserie

19h00 Marché et scène de la foire

21h00 Réunion STA dans la forteresse

Sa 25.1. 

18h00 Chasse aux esclaves

 

19h00 Vente aux enchères d'esclaves

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21h00 Oasis Dancers - Show in the sky

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Di 26.1. 

18h00 Tournoi de combat rapproché

 

19h00 Tournoi de kickboxing des kajiri

 

21h00 Fête au ciel OOC : Bazar - Bazar

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Dear Isfahani and friends!

Next weekend we have the next Bazaar in Isfahan!

Here is the programme in detail:

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Fri 24 January

9 am slt: Opening - Inauguration of the new healery

10 am slt: Market life and fairground stage

Noon slt: STA meeting in the fortress

Sat 25.1. 

9 am slt: Slave hunt

 

10 am slt: Slave auction

Noon slt: Oasis Dancers - Show in the sky

Sun 26.1. 

9 am slt: Melee tournament in the arena

10 am slt: Kickbox tournament of the kajiri

Noon slt: OOC Party in the sky: Bazaar - Bazaar

 

 Text written by Suya El Naraid

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Suya bnecome Officer in Hansen Village

The announcement came through the First Girl Esther where by order of her Jarl Ans the Bond then sent a scroll for all the citizens to gather in the long hall during the night, while the Bonds checked if everything that was ordered by the great Jarl, the head of House Hansen, was in accordance with their orders, Ans then enters the hall greeting the free men and women thanking everyone for their presence on this great day. 

Lady Freya then invites everyone to gather around the bonfire. Other free men and women also arrived from other cities to honor their friend and ruler of the home. 

The night was filled with joy, emotion, sharing and unity, everything a home needs to prosper. Everyone shared the bread and salt that were brought by the Bonds on a beautiful tray. 

Raising their horns, the word SKOLL echoed loudly, making the entire city of Gor hear it. After rubbing the handful of earth that Ans offered in our hands, emotion took over the oath ceremony.

 For those who had already taken the oath or who had the honor of attending a great event like this, memories overflowed again. For those who had never taken a ceremony or were never able to attend this celebration, this night left significant marks. 

The emotion and privilege of having participated in a citizenship oath ceremony made everyone know that now the free men and women of House Hansen can say: - Yes, I have a land, I have a home! And so the hearts of the residents were now engraved in that bonfire where the flame will always be lit, warming House Hansen. At the end of the ceremony, Ans hands over the citizenship documents.

Text written by Suya El Naraid

Note: In the north, the ceremony takes place on the first day of the year, March 21st. In the north, they usually have stones like a stonang-type temple, and there, with a large bonfire lit, the administrator takes the oath.

 The stone is not necessary in the north, but everyone has their heart in the city where they live and this is the birthstone where they have their heart.

As for the stone, each Nordic village has a stone altar where ceremonies are held and a precious stone is used, sometimes a red sapphire, which represents the heart of the village.

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Le jeudi 23 janvier 2025 à 21.30 h (Paris) à Kasra

Bal masqué / costumé, annuel des Sirènes du Tyros

Vote des meilleurs deguisements avec 1000 L$ de recompenses.

On compte sur votre presence et celle de vos amis.

On Thursday, 23 th January , 2025 at 12:30 p.m. (slt) in Kasra

the annual Tyros Sirens's masked / costumed Ball

Vote for the best costumes with 1000 L$ in rewards.

We are expecting on your presence and your friends.

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  Trying my best.

In the realm of shadows where the sun doth not reach,

Where whispers of doubt are my constant speech,

I wander alone, a soul so unsure,

With a heart that's a stage for a silent, unseen war.

My eyes, they sparkle with a borrowed light,

A beacon of hope in the deepest night,

But under the surface, the battles rage,

In the quiet confines of my cage.

You think you know, but you cannot conceive,

The labyrinth of thoughts that I must achieve,

To find the true essence of what it means to be me,

'Neath the weight of the world, so heavy, so vast.

The laughter you hear is a mask I've found,

To shield from the tears that so often abound,

When I'm lost in the maze of my mind,

Where fears and regrets are forever entwined.

I've climbed mountains that only I've seen,

Swum in oceans where no one's ever been,

But the victory's hollow, the prize undefined,

For the quest is not over, it's just designed.

You think I've figured it out, that I'm free,

But the truth is, I'm just trying to be,

The person you think is so clear in your sight,

But the mirror shows a different, more fragile plight.

The stars in the sky seem so far,

But they're closer than who I really are,

The mask I wear, so bright and so bold,

Hides the pages of a story untold.

I've danced with the devil in the moon's soft glow,

And wrestled with angels, so white and so low,

In the battleground of my soul's deepest pit,

Where the shadows play and the demons sit.

Yet, for every tear that I've shed in vain,

I've learned to stand in the storms of my pain,

To hold on tight to the hope that's within,

The strength to fight till the battles thin.

You think you know me, so high and so proud,

But I'm just a girl, lost in a vast crowd,

Looking for the path that's true and right,

In a world that's black and white by day, colorless by night.

by Jules 

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I will survive 

In the shadowed vale of despair, where darkness often reigns,

Where the whispers of doubt and defeat lay their heavy chains,

I emerge with a heart that's aflame, untamed by the night,

With a soul that soars high above the fray, reaching for the light.

I am not a leaf in the storm, blown by fate's fickle whims,

But a mighty oak with deep roots, growing strong, steadfast, and grim.

You'd think to break me with your trials, to force me to bend,

But I stand tall and proud, my spirit will never end.

Oh, I won't just survive, I'll thrive, I'll rise above,

Your words of doubt are but the wind that strengthens my love.

Can't write my story, it's a tale untold,

I'm beyond the archetype,

by jules 

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I will survive 

In the shadowed vale of despair, where darkness often reigns,

Where the whispers of doubt and defeat lay their heavy chains,

I emerge with a heart that's aflame, untamed by the night,

With a soul that soars high above the fray, reaching for the light.

I am not a leaf in the storm, blown by fate's fickle whims,

But a mighty oak with deep roots, growing strong, steadfast, and grim.

You'd think to break me with your trials, to force me to bend,

But I stand tall and proud, my spirit will never end.

Oh, I won't just survive, I'll thrive, I'll rise above,

Your words of doubt are but the wind that strengthens my love.

Can't write my story, it's a tale untold,

I'm beyond the archetype,

by jules 

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 SUYA'S MEMORIES

While sitting on the seashore of the Seven Palms Oasis Suya immerses herself in memories navigating her memory, her life now as a Princess has changed a lot, sometimes she dreams of her village in the north where she used to play with her friends as a child, but now she looks at them far away and retraces the latest events of her life.

Life for Suya has been a whirlwind of emotions since I married Darian, not even in my dreams would I have ever imagined that a low-caste woman from the north, yes, because I have always worked with my parents on the farm, in addition to providing services in other cities such as City Ven at the bakery and the inn, I also made cheese in Heimfjord, I remember that I also traveled with a slave and a small escort to sell my products in the cities of Turmus, Cardonicus, Graydon Falls, Northen Light Bye, Thenthis and Egeria.

 It wasn't always easy to get into some cities and sell my products, but a merchant never gives up, especially being from the north and a farmer, with a little luck and knowing how to use the right words I managed to get into the city and make some good sales together with the slave who was next to me and the small escort that accompanied me, sometimes I exchanged goods and this is not uncommon among the caste of farmers and merchants. So Suya went to Rarir, where I lived for a while, and I was lucky because it was there that I met the love of my life. I prayed a lot for the gods to bring me a good, understanding and friendly man who could give me protection, affection, love and all the care that a free woman needs.

 It was then that I met Darian. At first I didn't understand how a man like him could be interested in a peasant girl, but it was my simplicity that won him over. Love without personal interests brought us together. We were both already incredulous that one day we would find someone who would stay by our side for love, and here we are. The day we celebrated our FC was the best thing that could have happened between us, apart from our honeymoon, which was amazing. I saw the stars and the three moons of Gor at the same time. Every time I close my burning eyes, the whole scene comes back to me.

 The affection I received, the kisses we exchanged. I felt on cloud nine. I am still getting used to my current life because I have to wear a veil to cover my face when we travel to some southern cities. I will not deny that I feel a little uncomfortable with the veil covering my face, but I also know that I am now a scribe and a high caste and all of this is necessary.

 The southern cities have stricter rules than the northern city, and that was not the only thing that changed, my clothes have also undergone changes. Sometimes I miss tending to the farm or another business in the city, but little by little I know I will get used to the life I lead now, since I am the queen of the Seven Palms Oasis. I was also interested in the scribe caste and seeing him work so seriously caught my attention because of his impartiality. 

When Darian noticed this interest in me, he immediately asked me to be his assistant, which I did not refuse, because I also wanted to work alongside him. So Darian has been my teacher, teaching me everything I know. It has been very rewarding to be able to be his student, even before we finished FC.

 I graduated and decided to stay as an archivist, providing services to the city and helping him with the newspaper and everything else that was necessary, since we are one and we are building our family, while he takes me on trips to see the cities where he was born and other cities, teaching me and showing me other

 cultures...

  Whispers of a Shattered Heart

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In shadows deep where sorrows dwell,

They say time heals, yet pains compel,

Each tick a wound that cuts anew,

With every breath, I bitter rue.

I long to learn the warmth of love,

But fields of grief my heart's made of;

The hands that clasped in joyous night,

Now linger lost in endless flight.

Oh, darkness wraps this fragile frame,

A bluesy tune without a name,

Can you escape what fate has marked?

Will love return when hope has parked?

For tears like rivers ebb and flow,

And whispers haunt the soul below;

Can hearts as fragile as the glass,

Withstand the weight of dreams that pass?

So here I stand with bruised resolve,

Against the tide where shadows evolve;

Tell me now, oh echoing night,

Can you die from a heart’s lost fight?

by Jules my dead Master poem. He die years ago on feb 11. 

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THE EMIR BECOMES PASHA

a new travel

After the company ceremony with the beautiful Suya, life at the oasis resumed quietly, the population was happy to finally have a Queen.

One day while I was walking along the road that leads to the docks of the port a messenger came running bringing me a message received from a merchant from Sir Hans, who invited us to join him in his new village, located on the north bank of the river that leads from Vonda to Piedimont.

I talked about it with Suya and when I saw her eyes shine I knew that she would be happy to go and visit that new village and find her friend Hester, the regent Hansen and all the members of the new village, she lived with them for a long time in the city of Ranir.

Together with the captain of my ship we organized the trip, we would go east passing through the island of Landa and land at Korat in the region of Shendi, we would then take a caravan to head to the oasis of thashid, and then continue north and arrive at the river Wosk crossing it to reach first the city of Varn, then Tharna, then Saliria a new

village built by the commander who lived in Ranir, and then the last stop at the village ''Hansen's house''.

We left at high tide, the breeze from the North pushed us slowly eastwards, we passed the island of Landa, I had lived in that city with its buildings with golden roofs, its tall columns and its large square where together with Youroki I often spent my afternoons under the tent sheltered from the hot sun, I had beautiful memories of that place but also of great disappointments, there I had loved Lady Blue the healer then captured and killed by the Torvie warriors, the partial destruction of the city and the consequent escape to Port Kar.

We got off at the port of Korat, called Ship Rock. Today very busy, when I was rescued in the desert by lady BB took me to Korat and I was adopted by her and her companion Sir Mith, until the city of Korat was destroyed by the Panthers together with the Talunes, despite the city was located on a promontory at first sight impregnable, we fled to the North to return to the village of lady BB Arliss, in Finnur fjiord.

The caravan headed for the Tashid Oasis would leave two days later and we took the opportunity to visit the

places of my childhood up to the border with the forest of Shendi, and finally we left for the Thahari desert, Camels are known to be very uncomfortable and tiringespecially for women, I had a basket built for Suya to be more comfortable, and after a few weeks of travel we arrived at the oasis, there I had a house and the headquarters of my newspaper the Gazetta of Moons, I was missing from the company ceremony of Yusud Lady Mae's son, she was always like a mother to me when we lived together in Cartassa before its destruction, then rebuilt by Safina, I remember that with Lady Brjianna my partner at that time, we built our oasis not far from Cartassa, then she ran away with an Opal seeker leaving me alone with the Oasis destroyed and raided by her friend, at the Oasis there was the young Yusud crown prince who welcomed us with all honors, finally we could rest in a real bed after weeks of travel, I then met Sir Umar Congo the Pasha and his daughters, then after a few days we left for the north to get to the Wosk, keeping away from the big city of AR that is often at war with everyone, I have never been to that city but I hope one day to go there and write an interesting article about its history.

meeting in Varn city

There were no major problems in crossing the Thahari desert, only an annoying wind that raised the sand blinding us, then finally we reached the river, we took a

ship that took us to the mouth, from there we would leave for our first destination. The city of Varn.

They had just rebuilt it, after Sir Hermes left taking his slaves with him and caused the fall of the city, when Sir Varn returned from his long journey the reconstruction began and I must say that he did a good job, we arrived at the port, some guards accompanied us to my old house on the avenue leading to the wood, there we cleaned ourselves up and were ready to be received by the notables and by Sir Varn, we found them outside the tavern near the great gate, they were sitting around the dance floor where the kajires dance entertaining visitors and citizens, I lived in Varn city, twice, and knew almost everyone including Sir Marlenus the slaver my old friend and Sir Abraham the Magistrate, my friend for years.

PRINCE YUSUD CONGO

Sir Varn offered me the possibility of working with them as head of the caste of the Scribes and as editor of the newspaper, the proposal was tempting, finally working in a big city avoiding sedentary village life, but I had not reckoned with Sir Abraham who at first said nothing but then the next day he summoned me to his office telling me clearly that the boss was him and also the Magistrate, I just had to be a publisher, I have several offices scattered around the planet I can work wherever I want, so

disappointed we left for the city of Tharna, I knew that they were recruiting there too and having lived for some time I was curious to visit it and introduce it to Suya.

Meeting in Tashid oasis

As usual at the gate there was Lady Jasmine the commander of the guards, who in the absence of Lady Juice, she directed, it was not easy to enter because of old grudges of Lady Janette towards me but finally we entered, they had modernized it and from an old city with old houses it had now become splendid, he showed us everything from the houses to the caste palaces I asked him about the city to write an article but she was vague. But time was running out and we set off again, the next stop the new city of Saliria.

The little town had been built on the side of a hill and the streets were uphill, it was as if there were several floors but it had beautiful taverns, and although small it had everything from the houses to the caste houses and the palace of the Ubar, Admiral Goran-Tor administrator and commander of the guards, even if he was traveling. Her slaves welcomed us and took us around until the evening that after having refreshed ourselves at the tavern we rested in the rented rooms and in the morning we would leave.

PASHA UMAR CONGO RASHID

Finally Hansen's House, Suya was not in the skin she would see her friends and Ranir's old friends again, we arrived at the port and they told us that everyone was meeting in the large Hall, it was accessed by a small street that went up to the main door and we entered, we were welcomed with joy, we sat at the long table while they discussed the preparations for the ceremony that would take place shortly thereafter, we took advantage of the food on the table, we hadn't eaten so well for a long time, Suya was happy with her, we stayed for a few days in that village and left for our Oasis of the Seven Palms...............

Darianelnairad editor

        EN'KARA  FAIR 2025 (new gorean year 10177-ARtime)

  Info you've been waiting on!

It is our pleasure to extend a warm invitation to you and your community to participate in the upcoming En'Kara Fair 2025, taking place from March 10th to 23rd, 2025.

Event Highlights:

Road to the Sardar: March 10-15th, 2025

Opening Ceremony: March 14th, 2025 at 4 pm SLT

Merchant Caste Day: March 17, 2025

Physicians Caste Day: March 18, 2025

Scribe Caste Day: March 19, 2025

Builder Caste Day: March 20, 2025

Warrior Caste Day: March 21, 2025

Closing Ceremony: March 23, 2025 at 2 pm SLT

 

Casa de Hansen, situa-se na Northern Forests de gor, a Casa Hansen tem a cidade de Laura a oeste , Hrimgar Montains a norte e Piedmont a sudeste, assim a sua localizaçao e aproximadamente de 55 pasangs de Laura , 42 pasangs de Piedmont e 55 pasangs de Hrimgar Montains, tem ainda uma  distancia aproximada de 267,50 pasangs da cidade de Lydius e  209,16 pasangs da cidade de Kassau 

 E uma casa construida na paisagem verde da Northern Forests, com um clima mais ameno, mesmo sendo varrido pelo vento que se faz sentir em toda Torval. e uma regiao nao tao gelida mas impera o frio nos meses mais sombrios de inverno. 

Sendo uma Casa situada mais proximo ao rio river de bois, tem zonas verdes, e um solo mais aravel do que o resto dos solos de Torval. A suas principais culturas agricolas sao Sa- Tarna, tospits, repolho, ervilhas, cebolas, suls, arvores frutiferas, rabanetes. Mas tambem possui algumas carnes para poder salgar e defumar aprovisionando para o inverno dentre elas tarsk e verr, e o principal pescado o parsit.

Desenvolve a apicultura, para o fabrico de mead. 

 

A Casa alberga o Mercador e Escravista Ans Hansen Verdstwen , sua prole e Kajirae  e algumas Bondmaids.

Terra fertil banhada pelo riio tiver de bois, onde  desenvolve sua atividade de mercador. Tendo o mar tao proximo viaja com muita frequencia por toda gor em busca de uma boa Barganha.

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House of Hansen, located in the Northern Forests of Gor, House Hansen has the city of Laura to the west, Hrimgar Mountains to the north and Piedmont to the southeast, so its location is approximately 55 pasangs from Laura, 42 pasangs from Piedmont and 55 pasangs from Hrimgar Mountains, it is also an approximate distance of 267.50 pasangs from the city of Lydius and 209.16 pasangs from Kassau city 

 It is a house built in the green landscape of the Northern Forests, with a milder climate, not as cold as Torval. 

It houses the Merchant and Slaver Ans Hansen Verdstwen, his offspring and Kajirae and some Bondmaids.

Fertile land bathed by the thassa, where he carries out his merchant activity. Having the sea so close, he often travels all over the world in search of a good bargain.

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Casata di Hansen, situata nelle foreste settentrionali di Gor, Casata Hansen ha la città di Laura a ovest, i monti Hrimgar a nord e il Piemonte a sud-est, quindi la sua posizione è a circa 55 pasang da Laura, 42 pasang dal Piemonte e 55 pasang dai Monti Hrimgar, è anche una distanza approssimativa di 267,50 pasang dalla città di Lydius e 209.16 passaggi dalla città di Kassau 

 È una casa costruita nel verde paesaggio delle Foreste del Nord, con un clima più mite, non freddo come quello di Torval. 

Ospita il mercante e schiavista Ans Hansen Verdstwen, la sua prole, Kajirae e alcune schiave.

Terra fertile bagnata dalla thassa, dove svolge la sua attività mercantile. Avendo il mare così vicino, viaggia spesso in tutto il mondo alla ricerca di un buon affare.

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House of Hansen, ubicada en los Bosques del Norte de Gor, House Hansen tiene la ciudad de Laura al oeste, las montañas Hrimgar al norte y Piamonte al sureste, por lo que su ubicación es aproximadamente a 55 Pasangs de Laura, 42 Pasangs de Piamonte , y 55 Pasangs de las montañas Hrimgar, también está a una distancia de aproximadamente 267,50 Pasangs de la ciudad de Lydius y 209,16 Pasangs de ciudad de kassau 

 Es una casa construida en el paisaje verde de Mata do Norte, con un clima más suave, no tan frío como Torval. 

Alberga al comerciante y traficante de esclavos Ans Hansen Verdstwen, sus descendientes, Kajirae, y algunas sirvientas.

Tierra fértil bañada por el Thassa, donde desarrolla su actividad comercial. Con el mar tan cerca, suele viajar por el mundo en busca de buenos negocios.

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