INSTALLATION OF THE GREAT GALLERY OF THE GOREANI AT THE OASIS OF THE SEVEN PALMS

 OASIS OF SEVEN PALMS, Serena Dolphin Bay (8, 63, 22)

We arrive at the Oasis on the left side we have the teleport that will take us to the tunnel

Once we get down to the large room being set up we are surrounded by hundreds of photos of great Goreans and Kajires

we walk around looking both right and left

GALLERY OF GOREAN'S

until the lap is complete

Of course, there are still many photos missing, but we are working on requesting them from the Goreans.   

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FANTASTIC TALES by Darian

STORIES

Sunday, September 7, 2025

A FANTASTIC STORY (a phanter story)

 After arriving at Port Caer , on the pier, I tried out my canoe.

I found an old witch's broom.

“OooH! These have magic,” so I grabbed it and ran to the market.

"sweep sweep sweep laughing."

I stopped to get some silence.

"Hmm, maybe this magic makes me invisible."

So I went ahead and saw what I would have today.

Sweep sweep sweep

I enter some large doors and see some stairs.

“Stairs always hide something and I love them,” she giggles.

"Sweeping up". departments

I stop in front of some wooden crates on some shelves and look into one

"Kccccjk - Nuthen" and I push some off the shelves

so they open on the ground, maybe something good in a

"Pffft"

and I continue to sweep up some stone stairs

I keep sweeping to stay invisible, but I hear an elephant outside

and all the birds too and I try to look out the windows

but I can't "The ocean is rough today", I thought I could hear it outside too

I finally get to the top and end up where I thought there were candles

but Nuuuuuu nothing and I was disappointed

I think I might try another building since I can be invisible with this Old Witch Broom

so I went back down down down down

Sweep sweep sweep sweep sweep sweep

I finally managed to get down all the stairs, inventing a dance and a sweep

for them because I have to be invisible, you know!

I look around the shelves looking for something hidden, but I only see books

- that I can't read - I'll take one more for the parchment to burn

and I'm convinced that it's also good for hiding small candies to fold

He smiles thinking of walking past all the stands on the pier and that there are some

Sweep sweep sweep sweep

I walk out the door stopping at the fire burning inside

I tear out a page and throw it in the fire to see if it's good

She smiles and chuckles wondering what he was saying

"Probably ouch ouch"

Walks to the dock - drops the broom - and runs to my canoe

“There’s nothing better than larma morsels when paddling a canoe along the hunting and gathering trails” – I swim to the dock where I know juicy, ripe morsels are waiting to be eaten.

My feet tell me I shouldn't be here on the hard cobbles - I grit my teeth

but I'll let the future of the sweet-tasting larmas so far from the camp be what I think.

He heads towards the full bowl I know, enjoying the arrival of some dream flavors that are about to come true - Bites!!

Quick feet! I tell myself and hope I don't stub my toe on these unfriendly pebbles - The shaman says not to run and eat, but I never listen to everything he says and I keep on

enjoy my reward as I walk away

Going back over the little bridge I decide to walk and eat again, but I do somersaults

with my lovely larma who can't escape except from me - laughs and strolls through the morning market, when there's nobody there yet - walks to the end of the pier to dive into the water and swim

Jump up holding your nose to SPLASH!!!! into the water - swim away

After swimming to the dock like yesterday, I jump out with wet feet sinking and dripping everywhere and head straight for the free larder bin giggling, "This will be just as good as yesterday's."

"Mmm so juicy and dripping - The slaves here know how to bring out the good ones" as I grab another to eat before I go find the trees for my sack I brought

I don't have much time, maybe, so I run and search, but I see a house that might contain treasures and I can't help but go in -

I walk up the stairs, since there was nothing in the first room

and WOW! Perfect drawings by... Darius !

He smiles and mutters "so that's it" and goes back down the stairs

to go and look for the larma trees and also their truths

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     THE STORY OF THE KAJIRA ROSE

The story of Rose is a story like many on the planet, we hear them told, the story of a young girl with many expectations and many dreams.

    Rose was born in an anonymous village in the north, her parents had a farm, her father worked the fields and traded his products, while her mother looked after Rose, worked in the house and in the fields.

    From an early age they taught her housework, then when she was around five years old, they took her with them to the fields to work full time, helping them with the work, teaching her everything she needed to know about farm work, looking after the animals, helping her father with sowing and harvesting, helping her mother in the kitchen and sewing clothes for the family.

     Life went on, she didn't know the games of other girls, she had attended school, her mother taught her what she knew, while her father, always busy with his land and with trade, had never wanted any workers on his farm, he had always thought that the farm was the family, until her mother died when she was still young, she relied on her father's teachings.and therefore the family had to take care of it, but also because he didn't trust anyone, especially the workers.

    As time passed, Rose grew up, took care of the house, cooked, sewed, and worked in the fields as well as caring for the animals. One day, when she was now a beautiful girl, her father brought home a merchant friend of his. He told Rose that she would follow that man, look after him and serve him, and give him children. She knew nothing of life outside the farm, and reluctantly obeyed her father, taking her few belongings and leaving with him on a ship headed south.

    After disembarking at the port of Baku, they set out with a caravan towards a village on the edge of the Shendi forest. After a couple of days' journey, they were attacked by the Panthers, who killed all the men, including Rose's merchant owner, and captured the women, who were sold to their accomplices, slavers. It was a journey of torture and hardship. Rose slowly dragged herself along with the slavers, longing for her life on the farm. She remembered her mother's tears at her departure, while her father counted the Coopers she had received as her dowry.

    One night while everyone was sleeping I ran away, I walked for days without food or water until I reached a port, I spoke with a commander, she would work in the kitchen and serve the men in exchange for passage to the North, and they landed her on an island in the Cos archipelago, she had neither food nor coins to live on, she wandered the docks, until a powerful man captured her and ordered her to follow him, from then on she became that man's slave, I took her to Port Kur first and then to Port Victoria, and it was there that I met her for the first time, she was very kind and obedient, then the city fell into ruins, her Master refused to sell her to me, they left together with other citizens who escaped the destruction, heading towards the city of Northern Light Bay, I found her there during a Kajire dance festival, but that same night they left for Tyros, and from then on I lost track of her.

     Today I arrived at the rebuilt city of Turmus, I went straight to greet Sir Nicholas, my great friend, and there to my great amazement I met Rose again, she told me about her life, while now she is a guest of the Kennel, sometimes they rent her for a two Hand, but she is happy, she has a hot meal and clean tunics and the men of Turmus are not bad or savage and treat her well.

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 HAMMERSGAARD ​​AN EXCEPTIONAL EVENT

 

 

 We woke up early in the morning, after a night spent talking to my Brjiana, giving an account of what had happened to us lately and what we wanted to do from now on, some mistakes too many, trusting people with the face of an Angel but with the heart of a Devil.
  We want to start from scratch, leaving our Oasis we told our

subjects that we would soon be back, and finally we would settle permanently in our paradise.
   Brjiana, quite excited, for the ceremony that would take place at the falls, but more than a ceremony it would have been a ritual as ancient as the planet, that is, the birth of a new being, a child to love to grow, to direct towards life, adventures, hunting and most importantly '' family '' in the community

.
  We spent the day wandering around the village, we went up to the altar where they do the religious services dedicated to the God Odin, with the stone altar and the perennial fire.
  We went down and then climbed up another hill, where you could admire the village in all its grandeur, even if the snow that covers the lawn all around made us numb, but we overcame the cold embracing and remaining there to look at that wonderful panorama, from the wooden houses the smoke of the chimney rose towards the sky and a distant bird flies over the area.
   The sun was already high in the sky when we decided to go down to the big house, surely we would meet someone to serve us some good blackwine, and maybe some pieces of smoked Bosk meat which I love very much.
    In the big house we found the tavernkeeper Sir Edu, the companion of ladi Nani the woman friend who would have the baby, Brjiana instead continued to reach a clearing on the road to the

 waterfalls, where a group of women were there in a circle around the expectant mother who showed proudly her swollen belly ready to burst.
   While I was sitting there with a slave I needed, the doctor arrived, an old Viking who had lived in the south, and lived as a doctor also in the Great Tor, or so I remember, however he came in and sat down with us, at a suddenly a woman came running calling the doctor, because the woman was in labor and soon the baby would be born.
the doctor reluctantly got up to follow her, I think she would have liked to stay warm and rest more, we men still sat there, but there was a desire in the air to go to those waterfalls and attend the event, I being a guest not I was moving expecting others to get up, after a few minutes that seem like an eternity, they went out to the falls and I

followed them.
  Already many people were crowded in the clearing in front of the lake formed by the falls, and the pregnant woman helped by two women was sitting in the water that she screamed and cursed for the pain of labor,
her companion joined her together with the doctor, took his hand and tried to console her with love phrases.

 After so much pain and effort, the little Viking finally came out of his mother's womb, and was already making himself heard with his cry, clinging to his mother's breast.
   We all happily clapped that woman's hands, while the other women cleaned her and dressed her together with her son, Brjiana had tears in her eyes, so did the child's father and the other women nearby, as the doctor was happy not to having dirty hands, but only present them for any eventuality.
    The proud mother of her little one I show it to everyone about her, taking congratulations and best wishes for a happy life for her and for
her family ........... contina
    darian el nairad

 

Surprising changes and a HR


PORTALS '' IMAGE JOURNAL ''

Weeks went by for our first issue of the Gor Gazette,
We spent a lot of time on ships and caravans, traveling to foreign towns and villages, promoting the newspaper, making new friends on
these trips made time fly like a flash.

And finally the day came
Day 2 Hand 4 Year 10172 Contasta Ar
We sent our messengers across the country for our Edition 1, which was very well received.
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Surprising journey and Annunciations
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But if I thought I could get some rest and final preparations for our ceremony, I would have done the dedication calculation without Darian.
As soon as our 1st edition was among the people, I had to pack my new clothes for another trip, the destination of which was not revealed to me.

We boarded the ship in Windermeer and I noticed that Darian was whispering with a mischievous smile to the captain, who was nodding, laughing and bowing.
The ship sailed along the Vosk delta to Port Kar and then into the Gulf of Tumber. When the ship entered Mar Thassa and sailed the coast there, I was glad I didn't have to go out to sea, because despite the many journeys we had to make in the last few weeks and months, I had never really overcome my fear.
But seeing the coast up close, with the magnificent cities of Bazi and Schendi, calmed my trembling nerves a little.
Three times I tried to get Darian to tell me the destination of the trip, but he just shook his head with a smile on his lips, I wanted to kiss, and he just said, "Patience, my love, patience, soon you will. “Experiment!” So ​​I didn't ask any more questions and tried to enjoy the ride.
 We were passing Korat and the island of Landa was already in sight, not far away would be Kargash, when the ship slowed down and approached the shore.
Don't believe my eyes when a small oasis came into view, hidden by tall palm trees and dunes, yet the fertility of the land was evident thanks to Thassa's proximity.
A small group of people gathered at the dock as the ship reached the harbor, shouting "Hail Darian, Hail Oasis of the Seven Palms, Hail Prince Darian!" as they waved colored flags,
I thought I couldn't believe my ears what people were shouting and I looked in surprise at Darian, who was standing by the wall to say hello and then looked at me.
He grabbed my hand and smiled and what he said then shook the ground beneath my feet and no, it wasn't the ship.
"You know, I told you my parents died and Lady BB and Sir Mith adopted me, but I only changed my name, not my origins. I am grateful to my adoptive parents for the good education and carefree childhood , but I am the son of Sheikh Al Nairad The empire was headed, my birth parents killed, my brother Orlando, you met him in Thentis, living in the ruins, trying to rebuild and taking the inheritance of our Father as my sheikh During my travels I found this oasis, I called it the oasis seven palm trees and I settled here with a small group of faithful followers.
Yes ... I'm Prince Darian, but also a magistrate. Few people know of my true identity when I work in cities and as a magistrate, but they know that after our FC you are not a scribe and capored actor, even the princess of the seven palms!

I listened to Darian silently,

It's too late for a new dress and I'm wearing this 8-veil white dress tonight. And when the day ends, I'll be Darian's FC. I drank the empty cup, put it on a small table near the tub, took the scented soap and washed my hair and body thoroughly. Hygiene has always been important to me and maybe today I washed a little too much, as if I have to delay further as if I have to further delay my time in the hot water The dress. Really a white silk dream with a bust line of deep blue flowers that flowed softly at the waist and also framed the long train, the colors of the Magistrate.My hopes were that the weather would change by evening as I didn't feel like swimming up to the altar with the dress hanging on a hook in the room and suddenly I didn't like it at all anymore.

unable to get a word out of my mouth. Princess????????? Hey???????????????
If I could look in the mirror right now, I would realize that my mouth must have remained open and I would look stupid because the smile the captain gave me while he looked at me speaks volumes.


Darian grabbed my hand with a reassuring smile as we walked down the bridge together into the resulting crowd.

I was struck by the simple elegance of the buildings and the palace.
The oasis lay in the evening sun not in a boastful or pompous way, but with a pleasant glow.

We spent 2 full days in the oasis and relaxed and enjoyed the union until we left, we had to get back to Windermeer in time for our FC ceremony.

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Woe and glad well
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When we arrived in Windermeer we immediately started to visit the FC headquarters, the slaves were running back and forth excitedly, carrying flowers and benches. Assigned blue and white ribbons tied and hung from the pillars, unrolled deep blue carpets, the tables were laid.
 I went back and forth nervously checking one thing and the other, tweaking it a bit and examining everything fincuntil I was satisfied.

Suddenly a deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts: "What's the hustle and bustle here on the Administrator's square?"

Surprised, I turned and looked straight in the face at the angry face of a man who introduced himself as Sir Vance, one of the High Council, but we had never seen him before. Lady Tasia gave us permission to decorate and use this space for the FC, but the Lady wasn't in Windermeer because she hadn't been there in a while. There were rumors that Lady Tasia would be dedicated to other tasks, where she obviously neglected the tasks as HOC.

Sir Vance screamed his displeasure in a thunderous, indignant voice, and my face slowly flushed with anger, but also with fear that everything would eventually be undone. In my mind I saw that we were holding FC on a pasture field
Unfortunately, my temperament did not allow me to remain calm for too long, so I explained to the gentleman. Actually he should know that a FC would be on hold, as the invitations have gone to all citizens. Presumably they would collect dust on his desk, unread.
 That Lady Tasia has prescribed the post for us and that the interim administrator, Sir Metric, has been informed. Luckily Sir Metric showed up and cleared everything up and they apologized.
"Well, this happens when you have been away for a long time, Lady Bryjana, do you accept my apologies?"
Relieved, I smiled and offered him my hand in peace and friendship: "It would be an honor to appoint you as our best man, Sir Vance"!

To our delight, he agreed and we were able to end the day in peace. We are only a few hours away from the FC ceremony and we may need some rest so we have each retreated to our rooms.



The ceremony





Pouring rain drummed on my window as I woke from a restless sleep at dawn, got out of bed exhausted and tired, feeling like I hadn't closed my eyes all night.

A city slave with fiery red hair was placed in my service. I walked into my bedroom with a smile but sleepy eyes. "Madam, the water in your bathroom is ready!"
With a cup of strong black wine in hand, he climbed into the tub with the pleasantly warm water that smelled of jasmine and roses and I hoped it would take away my tiredness.
 Worried, my gaze went over and over to the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier as if the world was about to end and Odin would pour the whole Thassa on Windermeer.
   Oh great ............................. FC would be a wet event ......... .... why ???? ??? The gods are not on my side today ????

 THE NEW CITY OF TENTUUM 

(italiansim)

   While I was working at the newspaper office in the city of Solarii (varn) I received a message from my friend Lady Roberta, also originally from my tribe (Italian zone), telling me that a new city had been built, and that many of our tribe were flowing there.

  I was intrigued by that message, Roberta had sent it so it was definitely something interesting, so I decided to travel to reach her,

     Once I reached the new Tentum, I crossed the gate and found myself in front of a clean and tidy city with its well-marked streets and small but well-built buildings. The builder has done a good job even if it is still in the process of being completed.

  I was welcomed with all the honors and they offered me the chance to live and work here. I said I wanted to look around and decide whether to open a new newspaper office and work as a magistrate.

I put below a short history of the new city of Tentum

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- On the windswept shores of Thassa, where once crumbling walls and silent streets bore witness to ruin, today Tentium rises again, a proud and reborn city.

Its history is marked by fire and sword: conquered by sword and courage, it is now reborn under the proud shadow of Ubar Alexander Lusingar. He is spoken of with fear and admiration, for he was once a pirate, feared across the seas as an unstoppable predator, commander of the flagship Morrigan, whose banner was synonymous with conquest. Many still remember the terror of his arrival, when the wind blew, swelling the black sails and the clang of weapons heralded defeat.

Yet Alexander was not content to plunder the seas and coasts. His destiny was not that of a mere raider, but of a builder. Once Tentium was taken, he saw it not as prey, but as a legacy. The city, shattered by wars and internal strife, became his oath: to rebuild it, fortify it, restore its glory.

Under her umbarat, Tentium flourished. Its squares filled with voices and color: merchants selling spices, fine fabrics, expertly crafted weapons, and loot from the trade routes that still bear the Morrigan's mark. The once-deserted alleys now resound with music and haggling, and the central market has become a beating heart of commerce and power.

Aleksander is not alone in his quest. At his side is Ramla, his companion in spirit and life, guardian of the flame that burns in the heart of Ubar. Along with all her children and her most trusted followers, she embodies the city's future: a dynasty that blends the blood of sea and land, and which promises to keep the flame of Tentium alive for centuries to come.

Tentium today is not just a city. It is a symbol. A place that speaks of rebirth, ambition, and will. Where others saw ruins, Aleksander saw possibility. Where others clenched their fists around fleeting spoils, he planted roots.

And when the sun sets behind the walls of Tentium, and the light slips over the steel of the towers and the sea that laps its ports, a truth that has now become legend is whispered: that Aleksander Lusingar is no longer just the pirate of the Morrigan, but the Ubar who gave a new heart to the city that time wanted dead.

Tentium lives. And in its breath you can feel the sea, the iron, and the fire of those who have never stopped fighting.

Finally, the city's gates are open to all who wish to experience and share this city, to pave the way for their own destiny.

Tentium awaits you!

some
citizens of the city of Tentum:

Lady Zuly

Quester

GM Guaratang

Sir Leenar

Sir Conum

Sir Alexander

Lady Ariem Lusingar

Lady Lex Wesser

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