LIFE AMONG THE PLANET'S CITIES

Since Suya left, leaving me with the burden of the newspaper on my shoulders, I haven't had much time to travel, to see new places on the planet. I had moved to the new city of Port Victoria. Everything seemed to be going well, but one stormy night, a lightning bolt blinded my eyes. Many Piisichian healers attended and treated me. Just as the city was holding a fair, I wasn't able to attend, and for my convalescence, I preferred to return to the Oasis of the Seven Palms. I renovated the palace, replaced the old furniture chosen by Suya, and redid the port docks, making them wider.

While I was at the Oasis, busy with my newspaper, my niece, Lady Dara, sent me a message. She asked me to meet her at the newly rebuilt city of Varn. She told me they were rebuilding the Castes and needed a Chief for the Scribe caste. At first, I was quite skeptical. I had already gone to that city once for a decent job, but Sir Abraham had clearly told me I would never have a job in the caste. Now it seemed illogical that they would call me for the role of Caste Chief, but I decided to head to the city. It's not far from my Oasis, so the journey wasn't very long, just a few days' sailing.

When I arrived in the city I noticed many changes already at the much larger port, everything was more beautiful and the once anonymous streets are now outlined by many trees that act as wings, and many gardens with flowers and fountains, Sir Varn himself came to the port to welcome me, Lady Dara was with him, and his faithful slave named One, after greeting me he took me around that beautiful city, he told me that everything had changed, even the name now changed to '' Civitae Solarii '', he told me that Sir Abraham was busy with his work in the great library, one of the largest on the Planet Gor, and that Lady Dara helped him, so as far as the laws and administration of the city were concerned I would be the head of the caste, also he took me to their Newspaper, the headquarters is in front of the offices of the Scribes, I was surprised to see that many printers and archives were in the room, I liked that place so we decided to open a special page of the city it would be called '' Solarii news '', There were other Scribes handling current affairs and administration, so I would have plenty of time to organize the new newspaper.

Meanwhile, Sir Varn took me to visit the great valleys surrounding the city, where new structures and a large resort for the new inhabitants will be built. These are beautiful places with long beaches and mountains in the distance. A large volcano formed the backdrop, its fiery red lava cascading down one side. I chose a house near the main gate. I would be close to the port and near the tavern just inside the gate on the left, where I usually stop in the afternoon for a glass of red wine. Lady Dara left for a trip to the North. She told me she was returning to pick up her things from her old city of Jasmine. She would return as soon as possible.

Something not so pleasant happened to Sir Varn. I wasn't present at the time, I was on a mission to the city of Turmus. Sir Nicholas had invited me. Upon my return, I learned that Sir Bactu had left the city. This is a great loss for Sir Varn, who still grieves, but like all Goreans, he seeks happiness by traveling the planet. These days of calm, due in part to the intense heat, are leading us to stay in our cool homes, avoiding walking under the scorching sun. Let's hope the intense heat ends and the city returns to its normal life.

darianeditor

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                                 FINALLY -WINDERMEER-

    By now we had traveled all over the river olni,It seems like yesterday when with my beloved Bryanna we embarked at the mouth of the Olni river, a

tributary of the great Wosk river, after visiting the city of Olni, the city of great towers, we also visited the village of Ti, not far from Port Olni, then in  Thentis, the great city of the Barrens plateau, in the same Region of thentis, we were there for a long time, we had a good job, the city twinned with Genesian was very busy. sight of a large village and we stopped, it was only for food, but they welcomed us well and asked us to stay, I rented a beautiful house in the hills, while Bryanna found her in the city where we began work on the new newspaper that we would publish shortly thereafter, she takes care of the administrative part I of the drafting of the articles which she then corrects and typeset

    It was there that I met my scribe apprentice who after taking the Scribe exam she became my assistant, and we fell in love.

 We lived a good period of work, I as Magistrate her as my assistant, but sometimes good things do not last long, and I found myself in the middle of a machination by Lady Monica who had a warrior nominated administrator, using me as a second choice , you know I was new and they chose him it was obvious, the post of head of the scribes was still empty, but even in that case, they chose another much older.
  There was a revolution in the city all change, slaves who became scribes and women without knowledge became second magistrate, naturally when I tried to enforce the law the administrator who also acted as commander, created new ones hindering me, so after many discussions with the Chief of the Scribes, a woman who adapted to the new rules, we decided with Bryanna to leave the city.
   So it was that, going up the river, we arrived in

   Luck did not help us, everything seemed to go well, but even here the same story, people coming from the ruins of the oasis of Cartassa (which they themselves had helped to destroy) bewitched the administrator, who with the excuse of the oath took me away the work as a magistrate, even if nothing dangerous had ever happened in the city everything was always so quiet, then the village was invaded by people from all over for the tournament of the Tsar game, so we had no more space for us so we are we left again going up the river to reach a town called

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Windermeer, where my mother, Lady BB Arliss and my father Sir Mith lived, but they told us that she left for the south but that she will return soon.

    So now we are here we have the house and we are furnishing the office and the headquarters of the newspaper, BRyanna and happy finally has more space and soon we will become companions building our family.

 

                                                    THE CITY OF SAIS  

 Finally with Bryanna we are integrating with the city, she has made some female friends with whom to spend the free time from office commitments, but I still find it hard to get to know everyone, sometimes I stop in the square and talk to people, but still no friends.
   Today I had a nice chat with Lady Shaia under the arbor of the tea room, I'm starting to get to know someone,
but tonight I finally met sir nick the administrator, I mentioned my plans and the upcoming wedding that will take place between me and Bryanna, my apprentice Scribe whom I have taken care of since the first moments, when I met her in the city of Thentis, before that we arrive here in Sais.

 In thentis I had been called to work as a Magistrate, the work was not very peaceful, so we decided to open a school for Scribe, the newly arrived Lady Bryanna, rescued at sea by a pirate ship and entrusted to the city. that in her turn the manager in second place of her I entrust her, I as her tutor.
After a few months of lessons she finally gave the exam and was passed with full marks now and a complete Scribe, and soon my partner, here in the city of Sais, welcomed us very well, even if the work for us is not much, already there are other Scribes and Magistrates, but that little we do well.

 Soon there will be tournaments and dance competitions in the city, I can't wait to admire and watch the games, it is always an event for people to come from many countries and we could compare.
  Good for today and all for tomorrow with more news

darianarliss

receved now

FROM PORT VICTORIA T NEW CITY OF SOLARII

 Many things have happened recently. After my illness, which kept me isolated in the oasis with no one to care for me, my companion Suya left one morning to join her family in Hansen's house, and stayed for a long time. She returned one day when my illness was about to end. She showed up with her slave and her bodyguard, the Panther Kayo. She told me she wanted to stay but that she had many things to do in her village, including a wedding to celebrate and other miscellaneous matters, and she left again.

By now I had decided to join her in the north, but fate brought me back to Port Victoria. It wasn't the same as it once was, though there was something reminiscent of it. I spoke with the Commander, who welcomed me with honor, telling me that the summer fair would be held soon. I was curious to see it, so I stayed. I rented a house, where I settled temporarily. But as the fair began, Sir Balrough called me to his city of Kasra, which borders the city of Nothern Ligth Bay. I had already been to those cities and had lived there for some time before leaving for Cartassa.

In Kasra, preparations were underway for the great dance the Sirens would soon perform. Unfortunately, that city often hosted warrior raids. They came from far away to conquer the city. I, a man of letters, set out. I didn't like fighting, even though when I was young in Port Kar, I had learned to fight alongside my beloved panther queen. But after her death in the Black City, I vowed never to pick up a weapon again. I reached the new city of Turmus. sir Bactu had rebuilt the city, demolishing the great castle, which I had always considered a gloomy prison when I lived there.

I stayed at Sir Nicholas's invitation. The Kaires were to be dancing soon, and I invited myself to stay to write an article. So I watched the dances, which were always as beautiful as the Kaires who performed them. Then I stayed for a few more days and left for Port Victoria, but I didn't stay long. I was alone. Suya had abandoned me, taking her with her slave, and in that city I wasn't happy and had no work. I returned to the oasis, rebuilt the great blue palace, planted more palm trees, and placed bronze lions on the columns. After I finished, I spent my days writing, until one day my niece, Lady Dara, sent me a message saying that in the new city of Varn, now called "Civitaes Solarii," they needed a Shibe Caste Chief, and that Sir Varn was waiting for me. Deciding to embark on this new experience, the new Solarii had been built on the ruins of old Varn, a large city with beautiful palaces, one of the largest libraries in Gor, and vast valleys with beautiful beaches.

I was welcomed with all honors, Lady Dara was there, I hadn't seen her for a long time, she was always beautiful after the breakup with her partner she lived and worked as a Scribe in Solarii, Sir Varn accompanied me on a tour of the city and the new lands under construction, he assigned me an office for the new newspaper ''Solarii news'' and asked me to choose a house for me to settle, I told him about my Oasis of the Seven Palms and the fact that I had left some unfinished business and needed to return, so we decided to leave together for my oasis, with our Tarms his slave named One also came with us, he was amazed when we arrived, by the beauty of the sea and the lush palms, we crossed the large garden with columns surmounted by lions, we entered the Blue palace with gold decorations, We had tea in the great hall, and after visiting the entire Oasis he left together with his One for Solarii I remained for my business but after a few days I returned to Solarii.

Now I'm here in the large inn near the main gate, enjoying my usual Vino Nero, and relaxing with the breeze coming from the nearby sea...

darianeditor

  WEDDING IN THENTIS

    I have been living in my oasis for too long, nothing special has happened lately, only the arrival of the slave Lola who I had met on my travels, but she also left with her master, then nothing important, some time ago some people arrived. Pani builders, they stopped in the oasis and I commissioned them to build a house near the beach in Pani style, and I must say they did a good job.

   The other day a message arrived from a slave of Lady Sabayna, she lives in the city of Isfahan, she announced Lady Monica's marriage to Sir Euronymous, I don't remember this man, when I lived in Thentis he wasn't there, attached to the message was the invitation to participate in the ceremony, and after consulting with my elders, together with the Commander of the guards, I decided to accept, I wanted to, I wanted to see my old city again, where I had been a Magistrate, I lived there with lady Brjianna my companion, later I run away with an Opal hunter.

   Of course the journey was long, so I decided to take a tarn and fly to the coast on the Worsk river, from there I would cross the river and go up the Olni river passing through the city continuing to the city of Sais, up to Thentis, it wasn't at all the journey was easy, I had forgotten the effort of flying on the tarns, but in the end I arrived in Olni, bad news was waiting for me in the city, everyone was in mourning and I didn't know who had died until, in front of the stairs leading to the large gate, a guard told me that lady Lucy Bronet, the one who had been my teacher in the Scribe class together with lady Janette, had passed away, I don't know how or what had caused her death, I had seen her in the city of Geela at the wedding of Jovan the last time, everyone was sad, I thought there was no point in stopping, I would do it on the way back, I continued the journey.

     I arrived in Thentis, it was already evening, all the guests were already seated in their seats, a slave accompanied me to a bench at the end, I shared it with the Captain of the Thentis guard, Lady Monica meanwhile was at the end of the patio, nervously walking the future Comrade Sir Euronymous was late, and to my great surprise behind the altar as Officiant I recognized Lady Shaya, an old acquaintance of mine, she followed me to Port Victoria but then her brother called her back to complete her studies as a Scribe, she had a beautiful dress embroidered with gold thread, and she too was nervously fiddling with parcels and mugs

     The ceremony took place regularly, everything went well, in the end after the ritual greetings, we went to the tables set up outside the tavern for a small refreshment, I spoke with Monica about the past and the present and it all ended with the arrival of a sailor who he invited us to go to the port because the ship was leaving.
   I said goodbye to everyone and walked away with a hint of nostalgia, I had had a good time in that city, but my partner convinced me to build my own city, but then it fell miserably and she ran away.





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

 COMPANION CEREMONY IN-SOLARII AETERNUM-ISLE OF LAR TORVIS VARN

Today (July 25, 2025, Earth Year) the companionship ceremony between Sir Abraham and Lady Ai Tiki Kira was held in the city of Solarii.

The ceremony was officiated by Sir Varn himself, with a large gathering of people gathered on the temple lawn.

Lately, there have been rare occasions to witness ancient ceremonies among high-caste Goreans.

Below, you can admire the drawings of the participants at the event, thanks to everyone.

darianeditor

  SOLARII  DAILY NEWS-GAZETTE

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 Revised June 21, 2025 from first edition Sept 15 2016.

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THE CITY OF VARN — HISTORY & LEGACY

Now Reborn as Civitas Solarii Aeternum

“Keep what is good, lose what is not, and always move forward.”

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This is the generally accepted history, as remembered and passed forward, for the City of Varn.

Roleplay on Varn has always respected the spirit and structure of the books of John Norman, and as every Gorean knows, there are countless cities across the vastness of Gor that remain unseen or unrecorded in the chronicles. Varn was simply one of them... until it wasn’t.

🌍 GEOGRAPHY & FOUNDING

The City of Varn, sometimes called "The Lost City" or "the Jewel of Worlds End", lies on a remote isle 300 pasangs west of Cos and Tyros, in the so-called “unexplored” territory known as The End of the World. Shrouded in mist and often unreachable by conventional charts, it was protected by distance, and by the will of the Priest-Kings.

The city prospered on rich mineral wealth and fertile lands, developing a strong navy to patrol the dangerous surrounding seas. It was not uncommon for its ships to fend off great sea beasts with harpoons forged in the very mines beneath the island’s green hills.

🌿 CULTURE & CUSTOMS

Varn followed the castes, the codes, and the tenets of Gor — but isolation gave rise to uniquely vibrant traditions.

• Fashion and affection are more fluid: colors clash joyfully, love flows freely, and while caste boundaries are honored, they’re not always color-coded.

• Celebration is sacred: Music, dance, and sensuality thrive in the taverns and homes of its people.

• Honor is personal: Though the laws are clear, it is in the quiet choices of daily life that the soul of Varn is measured.

🌹 kajirae/ kajiri  of VARN

The kajirae / kajiri of Varn are famed for their passion, training, and unique island lineage. Many were bred from generations of peace, beauty, and artistry — shaped by water, sun, and song. Their bearing is graceful, their joy often contagious, and their loyalty deep.

As Varn began to trade with the greater Gorean world, many of these exotic treasures were lost to wealthy collectors or vanished into private homes. But a new generation rises — and the art of training, of true connection lives on.

🔥 A TURNING OF THE AGE — THE RETURN

After years abroad, sailing between ports in Cos and among the islands of the LarTorvis archipelago, a Gorean man named Varn — a Commander of the Isles and a seasoned Captain of Cos — returned once again to the city that had long whispered to him in dreams.

This time, he did not come alone.

From the deck of a proud fleet anchored just beyond the Archipelago, Varn and his first girl, Aine, rowed ashore in a small skiff. With them, they brought samples of crafted goods, scrolls of trade, and a will to rekindle old ties.

He met the Administrator of Varn not as a conqueror or rival, but as an explorer an adventurer, seeking proof of his own determined quest to find evidence of those who worship the Sun. After long evenings of drink, discussion, and contemplation — and more than a few wise insights served between the glances of a clever kajira — they found agreement.

Not in conquest. But in collaboration.

From that beginning, something new took root.

In 2021, Varn accepted the mantle of Ubar — not through force, but with consent and purpose — to preserve the city, secure its lands, and awaken its spirit once more.

✦ SOLARII — A CITY REBORN

Thus, the City of Varn was reborn as Civitas Solarii — the City of the Sun.

Still Gorean in blood and spine.

But now radiant in soul.

A city of honor, art, and rebirth.

Today, Solarii welcomes all who hold honor in their hearts — warriors, scribes, healers, builders,farmers, artisans and kajirae/ kajiri, and those simply seeking a fresh chapter. It is a place where stories grow, laughter echoes, and the bonds of companionship outlast the sea winds.

RP IN SOLARII TODAY

✦ Civitas Solarii maintains Gorean codes and caste structure.  Here, imagination is honored as much as tradition. Players are encouraged to weave their own paths, develop deep characters, and stretch the possibilities of what Gor can be.

As always — within reason, with respect, and with passion.

☀️ Welcome to Civitas Solarii.

Where the sun rises over an ancient city reborn.

Where honor is not a rulebook — but a lived, daily vow.

Where you matter.

And your story continues, or begins again.

XOXOXOXOXOOXOXOXOXO

✨ ✧ Solarii Gazette ✧  ✨ 

🌞  Les Sirenes du Tyros. The show was amazing! We filled the Sim and the dancing and poetry of the story was so well received.  The stage is ready for your next show. 

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🌀 To have courage, takes bravery, to be brave, takes courage. The binding key between both, is to be true to oneself. You won't be brave or have courage if you fear your own heart. 

 

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Solarii Gazette July 2025  

 

 🌞  Les Sirenes du Tyros. The show was amazing! We filled the Sim and the dancing and  the story were well received.  The stage is ready for your next show. 

✨ We are happy to announce: When:   

  

Rebel with WHIP Tuesday 14th  Noon slt to 2pm

Laiken with WHIP Tuesday 15th Noon slt to 2pm.,

🌀 To have courage, takes bravery, to be brave, takes courage. The binding key between both, is to be true to oneself. You won't be brave or have courage if you fear your own heart. 

                                 FINALLY -WINDERMEER-

    By now we had traveled all over the river olni,It seems like yesterday when with my beloved Bryanna we embarked at the mouth of the Olni river, a

tributary of the great Wosk river, after visiting the city of Olni, the city of great towers, we also visited the village of Ti, not far from Port Olni, then in  Thentis, the great city of the Barrens plateau, in the same Region of thentis, we were there for a long time, we had a good job, the city twinned with Genesian was very busy. sight of a large village and we stopped, it was only for food, but they welcomed us well and asked us to stay, I rented a beautiful house in the hills, while Bryanna found her in the city where we began work on the new newspaper that we would publish shortly thereafter, she takes care of the administrative part I of the drafting of the articles which she then corrects and typeset

    It was there that I met my scribe apprentice who after taking the Scribe exam she became my assistant, and we fell in love.

 We lived a good period of work, I as Magistrate her as my assistant, but sometimes good things do not last long, and I found myself in the middle of a machination by Lady Monica who had a warrior nominated administrator, using me as a second choice , you know I was new and they chose him it was obvious, the post of head of the scribes was still empty, but even in that case, they chose another much older.
  There was a revolution in the city all change, slaves who became scribes and women without knowledge became second magistrate, naturally when I tried to enforce the law the administrator who also acted as commander, created new ones hindering me, so after many discussions with the Chief of the Scribes, a woman who adapted to the new rules, we decided with Bryanna to leave the city.
   So it was that, going up the river, we arrived in

   Luck did not help us, everything seemed to go well, but even here the same story, people coming from the ruins of the oasis of Cartassa (which they themselves had helped to destroy) bewitched the administrator, who with the excuse of the oath took me away the work as a magistrate, even if nothing dangerous had ever happened in the city everything was always so quiet, then the village was invaded by people from all over for the tournament of the Tsar game, so we had no more space for us so we are we left again going up the river to reach a town called

 visit store

Windermeer, where my mother, Lady BB Arliss and my father Sir Mith lived, but they told us that she left for the south but that she will return soon.

    So now we are here we have the house and we are furnishing the office and the headquarters of the newspaper, BRyanna and happy finally has more space and soon we will become companions building our family.

 A MEETING IN THE CITY

LIFE IN POT VICTORIA

After days spent in my office organizing the new page of the Gazette of Moons, I went down to the lower city, the harbor district, looking for Sir James to find out where to place the rack (newsstand). The road from my house to the harbor is very long, you go down many stairs and cross squares; fortunately, you come across taverns and tea rooms. Finally, in front of the large harbor tavern, I met Sir James, surrounded by slaves. We discussed the post for the rack, and luckily there was an empty space near the old vending machine for their newspaper, The Gossip. He complimented me on the work done and praised me for the beauty of the photos and the article. But while we were talking, a free man in green arrived. A great man, you could see in his face the years he spent on the planet healing the illnesses and wounds of warriors. He introduced himself, saying he was Sir Samuel Theodore. Rather than praise himself, he preferred to remain simple. A man of few words, who promised to collaborate with me on publishing articles about the Healers.

sir Samuel Theodore - Phisichian

Then he slowly walked toward the dock where a few freemen and slaves disembarked from a newly arrived ship, and he welcomed them.

The newspaper is open for any occasion to publish articles or stories from men and women of the city. I'll be happy to meet people in my office or at the inn on the harbor in the afternoon.

darianeditor