2° PART

We continue to show you the scenes of the fair, after the first part today we will show you some of the best parts of the village fair '' the Thing '' I hope it will be a welcome thing and thank you for your attention

   

PHOTOS BY SUYA EL   NAIRAD

CO EDITOR

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1° part

The new fair is opens today in the village called ''The Thing'' we arrived early but by now all the tents and stands were occupied, and thanks to the help of the kajira lanken we managed Me and Suya a stall for our Gazette of Moons, sure the place is not central but it is close to the main road and not far from the esplanade where the tents were set up around the large central fire, not far away a small mausoleum with the photo of lady Lucy, put on display in memory of a great woman, who welcomed me as a child in Olni and took me with her friend Janette, to the large Campus where I studied with them, now they are both in heaven, they give lessons to the deceased Goreans, RIP

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Below I will put the portraits I will take of the tents and visitors and participants at the fair, I hope that each of you identifies with those portraits and can say ''I was there''

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Thank you for your interest in the newspaper I am happy that thousands every month look at the Gazette.

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darianeditor

 

THE THING-FAIR

All Goreans are invited to participate and visit the fair that will be held in the village of '' THE THING ''

They have already arrived from all over the planet to exhibit their products and sponsor their cities or villages.

Remember from May 30th to June 4th we will all be there. I will be there with the newspaper '' gazette of moons '' with new articles and new photographs

......darianeditor

 

THORHALL

By now the works in the Oasis were finished, only small details remained, but the builders would take care of everything.
  With Brjiana, my beloved partner, we were dealing with the newspaper, and many requests for newsstands came especially from the north.
   A Pirate who usually shuttles between the Oasis and the cities of the North, told us that a village named Thorhall was interested in our newspaper, because he was curious to know what was happening on the Planet. It is difficult for the Vikings of the north to be interested in reading, but obviously someone who has traveled to the South and knows the customs wants his people to learn the cultures of other peoples as well.
   As you well know, I do not like to stay still in the oasis to

 administer a quiet people, I prefer to navigate and discover new horizons and new Villages and cities of our planet, and we are also in the middle of winter, with the snow that has now covered the whole hemisphere. We decided that before the grand opening of the oasis, we could take a trip to that village called Thorhall.
   As usual, we loaded the ship with good wine and products from our land, along with carpets and perfumes that our perfumer was dedicated to inventing, and she was also very successful.
While I was personally checking the preparations on the ship, the Countess Irene arrived with her ship, passing through, returning from the island of Landa, she did not know about our trip, so after she had him visit the new Oasis and placed in an empty house, the we invited to the palace for as long as we would still stay, after which we said goodbye and left early in the morning, the sky was clear there were no clouds on the horizon and a light breeze was blowing from the south, the sea slightly rippled by the wind was flapping below the bow, many Vulo birds passed through their migration was a good omen for a peaceful journey.   We headed north. after two days of navigation, having crossed the great gulf of Thassa, towards evening we were in sight of the archipelago of Cos, we would have stopped only to load the best wine on the planet together with the much sought-after Jad grappa.
 We left the next day at high tide and headed for Hammersgaard, the village we know further north, we would have stopped for a map, from the commander of  city.

   In winter, venturing into the ice is not advisable unless you have a good map of the area, and the village Cartographer gave me a fairly accurate one, so the next morning we left for the village of Thorhall, we reached the area in the evening, we could see the signal fires on the rocks, but we waited for the morning to dock and go ashore, we did not find anyone around, but we know the people in winter live in the great hall all together, so we went up the steep road and arrived at the entrance, after having knocked we entered, we found some Warriors and free women sitting at the tables and some slaves strictly naked as required by the Northern law, who went around to serve.
    They called the wife of the village commander who arrived immediately after, I explain that his companion was seriously ill, I explain that his consort was seriously ill, but I believe that Sir Dante was asleep or was engaged with some kajira and that she knew nothing about what he had arranged for the newspaper, she said she would meet the council of elders to decide, but not earlier than a week or two (barbarian time), we disappointed we left the village, not after exchanging wine and perfumes for skins that we had sold at our market.

    Returning to the ship I told the Commander to prepare everything that the next day at high tide we would leave for the Oasis.
  This time we weren't happy with our trip, but not always everything goes as we would like it to be

darianelnairad

 THE RETURN OF SIERRAROSE

PREPARATIONSFOR THE FAIR IN VENNA

    In the city preparations are underway for the fair that we will soon inaugurate for the Se-Var festival, the annual fair that takes place for the Winter Solstice, when day defeats night and the sun releases more light day after day.

While the preparation of the banquets and stalls  of the  various Castes and the many merchants who came to the city,  I have set up two newsstands in the central avenue in front of Lady Luelar's Barber shop, our newspaper is doing very well sales improve day by day thinking with the consent of the Administrator Sir Minus to put them, often step  To put new copies, and check that everyone understands how to take them, of course at the fair newspapers are free for anyone

   Suddenly a guard came running announcing the arrival of a caravan from the oasis of Silver Stone, where I knew Sir Youroki lived with his companion Lady Sabayna and their daughter Sierra Rose, the young woman I courted first in Port Victoria, then she followed her family to the oasis of Cartassa and then to their oasis of Silverstone.

   I left everything and rushed to the gate where the caravan was standing waiting to meet the chief merchant to enter the city, although Venna is a resort and everyone can enter freely on condition of leaving the weapons to the guards, going down the great stairs I tried to recognize among those people my beloved Sierra,  and finally I saw her, she ran towards me and literally jumped on me breaking all the laws of free women on the planet, we embraced each other remaining like this for a long time until the mother Lady Sabayna reached us, greeting me, I did not see Sir Youroki with them, and to my question of where he was they replied that he had remained at the ruins of the oasis,  waiting to find another deserted oasis to be able to repopulate and the women had been secured in the Arem

 We climbed that long staircase to the square, and then sat inthe bench in the flowerbed in front of the palace of the scribes, telling us of our days passed away, until the mother joined us, I took her around in the square and in the avenue where there were stalls presenting her first to Lady Zoye, then to Lady Tenka, who took care to look for an empty stall to rent and sell her perfumes,  Although she herself sellsEva perfumes and various objects for the bath and the beauty of the body, I must confess that I also bought from Lady Tenka some soaps that I put in the case of my clothes to make them perfumed.

    Sierra announced to me that she had spoken to her mother and had permission to stay and live in Venna with me and that soon after a period of engagement we will do our companionship ceremony, meanwhile I sent a message to Sir Argos for a meeting with me and Sierra, and have a job in the caste from Scribe,  but with the preparations of the blessing of the Temple, the preparation of the stall of the Casta then with all the arrivals and people around we postponed the meeting but soon she will live here with us........

darianeditor

darian

 JOURNEY AMONG THE VIKING

THE LEGEND OF THOR

      I had already decided for some time to travel to meet my family in the North, the last message received from my mother, I do not think my father had been able to do it for that in winter he settles in the large hall and spends his time there between food and slaves, I said the last place where they lived was the village of Jasmine, I knew it from visiting it years ago when I lived in the North.

We went up the river with my ship to the great Vosk, then to the Gulf of Thassa and off to the north after passing the archipelago of Cos, I had forgotten the cold of winter, living in the desert is easily forgotten, the more we climbed towards Torwsland the more the temperature dropped and in the distance the mountains were already covered with snow.

 One morning we woke up immersed in a fog bank, everything had disappeared, we could no longer see the mountains and nothing else in front of us. The commander put a lookout on top of the mast to make sure not to run into some rock, went on like this until the  afternoon until the  lookout cry there is a fire on the port side, finally we all breathed a sigh of relief, and the commander ordered to lower the sails by burping on that signal fire,  which gradually enlarged, until we saw the coast with  other fires, now the coast was clear and the docks could be glimpsed with some ships docked, we remained at anchor in the Rada, and I with some guards went ashore with a spear.

 

It was a very large village and a big sign said ''Viking Settlement of Rungardvik'' I had never heard of this remote village, but big enough, and a lot of snow everywhere, we met the commander of the guards, who welcomed us with respect and made himself available to let us visit the village. She told us that they had different laws from those of other villages on the planet, here women have the same rights and, lately a woman and the Chief Administrator and warrior, their Jarl, in short, lived like their ancestors andrejected the new rules of the villages.

 

  He took us around showing us and explaining the various buildings, the great hall where everyone gathers in winter, then he took us to the hill where they had their temple, but their great Totem was a very large tree where he told me that souls were buried around, and when I asked him to explain well he told me:

 Trees have profound roles in both real and imaginary worlds. With their majestic bark, lush branches, and cloud of swaying leaves, humans are drawn to them with deep charm. This magic is embodied in the wonderful account of the Nordic World Tree. According to Norse mythology, the whole world is actually a tree, called Yggdrasil ("igg-dreh-sell") located at the center of the universe.

 

According to legends, Yggdrasil is a giant living ash tree with branches stretching above the skies and a trunk firmly anchored to the ground by three large roots. Here, the gods gather and meet, seek sustenance from its life-giving branches and watch over the worlds. Radiating from this center extend the nine realms of existence, including Asgard, the abode of the gods and the hall of Valhalla, and Midgard, the land of mortal humans. An anonymous eagle sits atop its branches in constant conflict with an evil snake, Nidhogg, which tries to unbalance the tree by chewing one of its roots.

 

The three large roots of Yggdrasil are irrigated by three wells, Urdarbrunnr, Hvergelmr and Mimisbrunnr. Urdarbrunnr, or Urda's Well, is cared for by the three maidens Norn, Urda (past), Verdandi (present) and Skuld (future), who weave the threads of destiny for all beingshim.

 It was a fascinating thing something that I had never heard before, even if in many places on the planet there are other customs, I looked at that fascinated man and asked him to tell me more and he gave me a parchment that I want to copy in my story.

    Passed from one hofgothi to another through the dark mists of time, it tells the story of a great battle between Thor and the Jotun. The battle raged for days and covered huge expanses of land and sea. On the third day, the battle reached the shores of Rudgardvik. People rushed to the Jarl's house and crowded around the fire as the ground shook and flashes of light illuminated the ground and sky around the building. The men felt unable to protect their families and watched as their wives held their children and looked with pleading eyes at their husbands. The children were crying and the women were crying.

 

The jarl went around his people and continued to reassure them that Thor would protect his loyal people. Finally, the gothi stood up and led the people in prayer to Thor. They all drank mead from a drinking horn and poured its contents on the floor and into the fire, begging Thor to protect them from the storm outside.

 

After what seemed like an eternity, the sounds of battle began to diminish and outside began to shed light, when a horrible explosion shook the earth and people fell to the floor as the ground below trembled violently back and forth.

 

And then everything went quiet. A strange stillness that crept into their bones and left a mark. Eventually, it seemed that the wax was melting from their ears and they could hear again. At first all they heard was the crackling of the fire and then the whining of children, mothers and even some men.

 

The jarl approached the door and cautiously opened the door to see what was left of their beautiful Rungardvik.

 

Huge trees were scattered all over the ground, as if someone was playing a game of sticks. Slowly everyone left the building and, with tears in their eyes, looked incredulously at what was left of their beautiful paradise.

 

Immediately, the Góthi gathered the people and headed to their sacred grove to honor the gods and thank them for protecting their families during this catastrophe.

 

Only, where once there was a lush, verdant grove, there was nothing. Not even a tree. The land itself had been stripped away from the rock on which the grove had stood for so many centuries. All the trees had landed in the meadow below, torn to pieces and without a leaf left on the branches.

 

Everyone stood on the rock with a sense of mourning and looked at the jarl to tell them what to do. Suddenly, the gothi shivered and closed his eyes, and shouted "Hail Thor, hail the god of thunder, hail the protector," and fell to the ground. The jarl ran to his gothi and tried to wake him up from the trance. Slowly, the gothi opened their eyes and began to speak.

 

"Thor spoke to me. He saw the devastation of our land and blessed this rock. This land will never experience such storms again. And to cement his promise, Thor touched the rock and left the imprint of his hand as a binding sign of his promise.

 

Rejoicing to know that Thor had blessed them, the people gathered all the trees from the meadow and using the wood of the sacred grove, built a beautiful temple on the rock.

 

From that first gothi, which was then the hofgothi, there was an unbroken line of hofgothis. I am only the last, but the line will continue after me.

 

Thor kept his promise, this temple has stood the test of time and storms and continues to thrive, as do the people they worship in its sacred halls.

    What else to say we are still here to listen to their stories and their customs, when they warned us that the fog had cleared and it was time to leave at high tide towards Jasmine, it was a few days of travel and we left.