Published: 1st April 2024
"Did you hear what's being said on the Grape Vine of late!"
Monthly independent publication with content from all around Gor.
Publisher: Amir Boa Nasrallah (ascendedyetagain)
Editor: Itah Sturdy (shyntylene.lauria)
Dear Reader,
After an unforeseen hiatus due to a shortage of ink in our pantries and a stubbornly broken printing press, we are thrilled to once again grace your hands with the latest edition of Grape Vine. We apologise for the interruption in our regular programming, but as they say, good carpenters are hard to find!
During our brief absence, the world of Gor has not stood still. Cities have fallen, new ones have risen, and the vibrant tapestry of life continues to weave its intricate patterns. The recent Gorean fair, hosted by the illustrious Genesian port, was a testament to the enduring spirit of our people.
In these pages, we endeavour to bring you up to speed on the events that have transpired during our hiatus. From the liberation of some slaves to the unfortunate enslavement of certain free women, the ebb and flow of life in Gor never fail to captivate and surprise.
As always, we welcome your feedback and contributions. Should you find any omissions or wish to share news from your corner of Gor, please do not hesitate to reach out to our shop, still nestled in the heart of Genesian port market by the Infirmary building.
While our list of distribution locations undergoes a much-needed update, rest assured that we have assembled a dedicated delivery team to ensure that Grape Vine finds its way to your doorstep this month.
Thank you for your patience and continued support as we navigate the ever-changing landscape of Gor together.
Yours faithfully,
Your grapes.
Content:
1. The Traveler, "The time of the Year - The En'kara Fair"
2. This Fair's Celebrities of Gor
3. Varnar the Trader, "Lady Black and Client's disgrace - a killer's lesson in Forbidden Pleasures"
4. Itah Sturdy, "A Taste of Tahari" Reflection on En'kara Fair
5. Alone Shadow, "The Story with Quests," Chapter III
6. Making the Labels - Your advertisements.
7. Larma, "Taharian Dreams: Dancing the life away"
8. Leona Wodhas, "A tale" Part III
9. Annie's Mail Box - Your questions posted here!
10. Alyssa Himura Boa, "In Memory of Baja Boa"
11. Anon, "SHADOWS OF INTRIGUE: The Great Heist of Gor"
12. Julieanne Rau, "En'Kara Fair Auction Thoughts"
13. Gossip Wine - Fresh from every field of Gor
The time of the Year - The En'kara Fair,
by The Traveler
In En'kara's verdant embrace, a fair did rise,
Amidst the trees' whispers, 'neath azure skies.
Tents of varied hues, a colourful array,
Beneath the canopy, where dreams hold sway.
From distant lands they journeyed, far and near,
Some from the icy North, some from lands clear.
With treasures from afar, they came to share,
From the deep South's salts, to furs so rare.
Builders worked diligently, with skill and might,
Crafting venues sturdy, in morning light.
Their hands wrought wonders, for all to see,
In Forest's embrace, where spirits roam free
Panthers prowled with "grace", their tents not of silk,
But of furs and hides, as smooth as milk.
Their presence added a wild, exotic flair,
To the bustling fair, with its vibrant air.
Congratulations to dancing slaves so fair,
Whose movements spun tales, in the forest's lair.
To warriors brave, their valour renowned,
In battles fought, on hallowed ground.
Physicians shared knowledge, through day and night,
In healing arts, their skill took flight.
Scribes convened, discussing laws and lore,
Preserving wisdom, forevermore.
Thanks to Genesian port, for hosting with care,
This grand gathering, beyond compare.
To all who joined, in mirth and glee,
We bid adieu, 'neath Fair's canopy.
Though the fair now fades, in the forest's embrace,
Its memories linger, a cherished grace.
For in one year's time, we'll meet again,
In Fair's welcoming "arms", where joy will reign
This Fair's Celebrities of Gor
Dear reader, if you missed out on the latest fair, don't worry! I've got the list of winners who showcased their talents and brought glory to their cities.
~ Winners of the Vulo Cart Races are:
Asehelvig, Stallion Shojo, SpaceKat Scorpio, lifepath, Lady Debonnaire, Willilicious Georgette, Manwa Pastorelli, Daffodil Crimson, Volupta, Turnipsauce.
~ RoC Tournament Winners:
1st - Laim Whitesong,
2nd - Alena Ramona,
3rd - Desire,
4th - Alivia Kanya.
~ Top slave Sardar Fisters:
Among females:
1st - Miyako,
2nd - Kiara LeSabre,
3rd - Lynaia
Among males:
1st - Stallion Shojo,
2nd - Brannon Lowenhart,
3rd - Falk
~ Tuna Tournament:
1st - Vєєʆǟყ Ʀøყąℓ,
2nd - Jordan Nightfire,
3rd - safira
~ Tune Tournament II:
1st - Shadows,
2nd - ყυῆa Õђηαкα,
3rd - Moon Falconer
~ Vonda En'Kara Sword Tournament:
1st - ᴋʜʀᴏɴᴏs ʀʏᴜ,
2nd - ÅℓҽқȿαɳԺҽԻ ℒưȿﺜɳɠαԻ,
3rd - Kelsier
~ Mud Wrestling:
1st - Elsa Weatherwax,
2nd - Hessa,
3rd - Turnipsauce
~ Short Story/Poetry Contest:
1st - Sam Haberdasher, "Selfless Honor: Duty's Cage" ,
2nd - ɢ ᴜ ᴄ ᴄ ɪ ᴄ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ɢ ᴜ ʟ ᴀ , "Three Eternities",
3rd - Casana, "The Great Codfish Battle of Port Kar"
~ Ax Throwing:
1st - נαмєѕ,
2nd - Turnipsauce,
3rd - Sνєιη
~ Art Contest:
1st - Lysander Tyran, "Inclusion of the Verr"
2nd - Daffodil Crimson, "All for One"
3rd - Vivienne Daguerre, "Lion Wall Fountain"
Popular Vote Winner:
Shurat, "Ivar Viking Clothes"
Daffodil Crimson, "All for One"
~ Art Contest II:
1st - Kara, "Cages",
2nd - Heaven Pixelmaid, "Rence Woman"
3rd - Phoenix, "Snow Hunter"
~ Art Contest III:
1st - Mistica Thespian, "The Day After",
2nd - Hessa, "From Afar",
3rd - Kara, "Freedom to Love" & Mafalda2 Diesel, Unnamed Art Piece
~ ZAR Tournament:
1st - Khan of Isfahan,
2nd - Kariss,
3rd - Kevin
~ Dance contest:
1st - Paola,
2nd - Larma,
3rd - ì ℒ ĥ ҽ ɱ
Congratulations to all the winners!
Special gratitude to hosts and sponsors of those events:
Hector Clegane, Jazon Vivaldi-IronHeart, All others who remained in shadow letting the winners shine!
Lady Black and Client's disgrace - a killer's lesson in Forbidden Pleasures
By Varnar the Trader
Approximately a Gorean year ago, give or take a month, an Administrator found themselves in dire need of Black's confidential services. The prospect of embarking on another journey was undeniably enticing. The notion of engaging in a battle of wills served as a source of inspiration for the elegantly attired Black-clad woman. Armed with the letter, she made her way to the designated location, eagerly anticipating the enlightening encounter that awaited her. When the Administrator finally appeared to greet Black, the reception was warm and welcoming. The letter, now rendered obsolete, was ceremoniously consigned to the flames of a nearby brazier. Black was then escorted to a secluded area, a sanctuary where no disturbances would dare intrude upon us. It was there that the Contract and the exchange of valuable information were meticulously transcribed onto Scroll paper. The specifics of the arrangement shall remain undisclosed, but the allure of such clandestine meetings never fails to captivate. The mere thought of a single individual's fate hanging precariously in the balance, bound tightly by the weight of a golden coin, is enough to send shivers down one's spine.
Throughout the meeting, the man's gaze remained fixated on the woman dressed in black. The intensity of his thoughts was evident, as they strayed far from the surface-level business discussions taking place. As the weeks passed, it became imperative for Black to revisit the scene, ensuring that no valuable information was left behind. The transfer of the contract to a capable individual marked the end of her involvement, leaving the rest to the designated killer. This is simply the way of life, where responsibilities shift and new players enter the game. If needed, Only then does the killer step in to finalize the details, a conversation that had yet to take place.Time was not on the Client's side as he felt the urgency to pay a visit to the Forbidden Pleasures Brothel. The need to see Black and discuss the contract case was pressing. With each passing moment, his impatience grew. After a fruitless conversation, he left momentarily, only to return swiftly and take matters into his own hands. Black was swiftly taken to the city, bound and gagged, to be held captive in a tower overnight. The mistreatment she endured was unacceptable. The following day brought even more abuse before she was finally returned. The Client demanded answers, but where to begin the search for the elusive killer? It seemed like an impossible task with no clear leads to follow.
Black attempted to write letters, but the stress overwhelmed her and she didn't know where to send them. Despite speaking to her guards, the Client continued to intrude, leaving her feeling helpless and trapped. The Tarn's presence made it even more difficult for her guards to protect her. She was taken once again, and found herself back in the tower where women were subjected to unspeakable horrors. Locked inside, escape seemed impossible. The Releaser wine was forced upon her, and she endured daily abuse and rape. Time blurred together, and she eventually became pregnant. She struggled to understand why this was happening to her, and when she questioned the reason, He simply replied, "Because I desire you, I want you to bear me sons." Her mind couldn't comprehend the magnitude of it all. Why was she chosen? What purpose would this serve for him? In an attempt to gauge his level of insanity, she asked, "And what if they are daughters?" His response revealed his relentless obsession, "Then I will repeat it over and over again until you give me sons." The Client's fixation on having sons became painfully evident. The situation was beyond her imagination, leaving her feeling completely powerless.
Black, upon returning to her opulent abode, indulged herself in the finest Noble wine, hoping that she had not arrived too late. After gathering her belongings, she left meticulous instructions for her trusted attendants at the esteemed brothel. Accompanied by a select few of her devoted slaves, she embarked on a journey towards the southern depths, yearning to uncover the identity place of the merciless assassin and simply be able to speak to him. The passing weeks, or perhaps even a few months, elapsed with an air of uncertainty. As fate would have it, she fell gravely ill and succumbed to the scorching heat of the Tahari's unforgiving sands. The slaves attributed her collapse to the oppressive climate, exacerbated by her choice to adorn herself in sombre black robes. However, upon regaining her senses, she conducted a test that revealed the bitter reality of her pregnancy for the first time. It was as if her entire world plunged into an abyss of despair. Overwhelmed by darkness, she composed numerous letters, intended to be dispatched to every corner of the globe, in a desperate attempt to attract the attention of those who might be concerned. Yet, as the weeks slipped away, the undeniable passage of time became evident as her belly swelled with each passing day. The once elegant dresses she adorned soon became strained and ill-fitting, unable to accommodate her burgeoning form.
In the realm of darkness, amidst the intricate web of intrigue, Black embarked on a relentless quest to unveil the enigmatic Assassin's wherabouts. This elusive figure held the key to the Client's desires, and Black had paid a heavy price for her involvement in bridging the chasm between two distinct realms, or rather, two Castes. It was not long before the Client, now a member of the esteemed Caste of Warriors, Captured a slave named Deianeira to deliver a message to Black. Across cities and ports, the Client with Dei traversed, leaving no stone unturned in her pursuit. The pani slave girl, Deianeira, revealed that the Client's words were nothing but a cacophony of baseless fears and nonsensical ramblings. The notion that Black was in danger or held captive somewhere was nothing more than bosk dung. If only the Gorean people were privy to the truth, for this tale deserves to be whispered through the Grape Vine. Sometimes, one must not heed the words of a man who holds a slave captive. For in this realm, where deceit thrives, men can weave tales far more treacherous than any woman or slave ever could.
Black was overjoyed upon receiving confirmation that the assassin had received her letter and would be making his way to the Brothel. The journey through the Gorean lands would be lengthy, but preparations were made to ensure his arrival would be met with the utmost hospitality. A lavish spread of drinks and food awaited the Clad Black man upon his arrival, as Black knew he would be in need of sustenance after his travels. With her personal guard by her side, Black awaited the client's arrival with a mix of anger and apprehension. Finally, the Killer offered a seat to begin the much-anticipated conversation. Black, the mastermind behind this clandestine operation, orchestrated a carefully choreographed sequence of events. With a calculated precision, she discreetly dispatched her trusted slaves to the outside, ensuring that no prying eyes could infiltrate their private conversation. Time elapsed, and in due course, a summons arrived from the Killer, beckoning Black and his sole companion, the slave, to enter. Upon their arrival, a chilling sight awaited them. The lifeless body of the Client, a man who had sought their services, lay sprawled on the ground, a victim of the Assassin's lethal prowess. Black's eyes widened in astonishment, yet a sense of relief washed over her, for this chaotic ordeal had finally reached its conclusion. The retaliation had been swift and decisive.
The Killer, in no uncertain terms, made it abundantly clear that this act of violence was not a mere favour bestowed upon Black in response to the assault. It served as a stern lesson, a warning to all who dared to challenge the authority of the esteemed Caste. The Assassin, by making an example of Henrius Corvinus, formerly the Administrator of Thentis, demonstrated the dire consequences of meddling with the Agents or any possessions belonging to the revered Black Caste. Such transgressions would be met with unyielding fear and a resolute determination, this was not to be taken lightly. The message resonated deeply within the hearts of all who bore witness to this macabre spectacle.
However, amidst the unspoken gratitude that Black harboured for the Killer's assistance, a decision was made to release him discreetly from the scene. It was imperative that no one pursued the Assassin, allowing him to depart in tranquillity. Before his departure, Black was entrusted with explicit instructions. The Killer had mentioned Black's illegitimate offspring, leaving no room for ambiguity. With a solemn vow, Black pledged to fulfil the Killer's wishes, carrying out the task as demanded.
A Taste of Tahari,
by Itah Sturdy
By far, the best event I have been too for this years En'Kara, a beautiful feast, the most amazing food I have ever tasted, this is coming from someone who really doesn't like food, if I could live without eating I would. Bosk is of course the one food I can stomach happily. Aside all of that, I was mostly intrigued by this event given that our Publisher is Taharian himself, and I thought perhaps it would be a treat to learn of the food from his home. I have to say I did enjoy these foods, if I hadn't been born Tuchuk, I would have wanted to be born Taharian.
During the event, the feast tent was full of the beautiful aromas of herbs, and spices, the fruits, the vegetables, I wish I could describe to you the beautiful and amazing tastes of these foods that I was able to try. All I can do is suggest that you head to Genesian Port, and head to the Desert Winds Trading company, within you will find the Captain, Rune Leidolf, and his Kajirus, Z.
Z is the main cook within the business, preparing every delicious dish perfectly, and I say perfectly, because the effort that goes into the appearance of this handsome Kajirus, is and splendid as the food you eat. There was simply nothing I could fault about this experience, not a thing.
During the meal, I had a conversation with Captain Rune, we discussed a few things, but mostly his business within Genesian Port. During this conversation, he did discuss that at some point there will be culinary lessons given by Z, and that there will also be a recipe book coming out in time.
Two things for me to certainly look forward too, I do plan on taking some of the lesson and learning to cook these meals, as I also plan to pick up the book when it is published.
Here are the menus that were given out during the feast. I'm going to keep you guessing as to what I enjoyed.
Drinks:
Ginger Citrus Tea
Spiced Chai Tea, in the large samovar
Anise and Cinnamon Spiced Cocoa
Rose Lassi and Tospit Lassi
Golden Verr Milk (Turmeric and verr milk)
Palm Wine
Starters Table:
Taharian Samosa with mint and chili sauces
Dolmas
Taharian Fried Kibbeh Balls
Man'oushe Flatbread with Za'atar Oil, and Veggies
Smoky Vulo Flatbread with Dill Tzatziki
Muhammara (Walnut Spread) and nibbles to dip
Spicy Vulo and Naan Bites
Vegetable Platter
Taharian Mezze Platter
Coriander Naan
Candied Dates
Main Table:
Medium Tabuk and Kort Curry - 325,000 Scoville Level
Mild Tabuk Curry - 25,000 Scoville Level
Sweet Chili Pomegranate Vulo
Taharian Dukka Tarsk Ribs
Taharian Spiced Deer Meat Skewers - 8,000 Scoville Level
Oasis Kebabs Tray- Mild Spice
Kabsa Rice with Tabuk
Taharian Tandoori Vulo- Sweet and savoury, mild peppers
Vulo flatbread with yogurt sauce
Seeded bread with spices
Desserts Menu:
Sweets & Bread:
Saffron Loaf
Iced Cinnamon Pull Apart Jit Bread
Cozonac Loaf
Spiced Wine Poached Pears
Spiced Honey Cakes
Lemon Lavender Cakes
Cayenne Chocolate Cookies
Phyllo Triangles (fried and seasoned with cinnamon and sugar)
Rose Lokum (turkish delight)
Pistachio Baklava
Chocolate Baklava
Harissa (semolina cake drizzled with syrup and nuts)
Katayef (Sweet Pancakes stuffed with nuts and soaked in sugar syrup)
Maamoul (shortbread stuffed with dates)
Spicy Table:
This is the table set out for those who want to test their tolerance, we take NO responsibility if you eat anything on this table, and your head catches on fire and/or you need a healer, read the warnings and react ic, it will be fun for us! HEHE!!
Taharian Grilled Dragonfire Peppers (2,000,000 Scoville Level)
Taharian Dragonfire Sausage and Cheese Board (1.500,000 Scoville Level)
Z's Firebreather Curry- VERY SPICY!! Eat at your own risk.(1,000,000 Scoville Level)
Desert Winds Firebreather Honey- Honey made in our home oasis with the flowers of our dragonpepper plants.
Bosk Milk Shots- To soothe your pallet if needed. (Most will need it)
Desert Winds Firebreather Mead- mead brewed with our Dragonfire peppers for added kick.
The Story with Quests,
Chapter III,
by Alone Shadow
The back way home is long. And finding shelter in the forest becomes a relief. I still felt this terror that I had when entering the city of Svago. The suspicious looks of the inhabitants, the heavily armed guards who watched the comings and goings, this fear that does not leave you, the fear of being unmasked, being chained and locked up, to know or find back slavery. We are afraid of the unknown, but also of our memories. But, I have this object and I keep it preciously. I feel its weight, the weight of the effort to get it, the weight of the fears. I am free, yet I am still chained by my fear. In addition, I feel watched, observed, watched. I checked, if someone followed me. I retraced my steps, I climbed onto a tree to observe. Nobody is chasing me. Only the cries of the birds seem to accompany me. Yet there is this presence, near me. I do not understand where this feeling comes from. I shake my head. This must be due to my imagination. I stop and breathe a big blow. Nobody ! The forest is dark, black with solitude. I am in my element. I do not fear anything here. And besides, even if I feel that I am spied on, I do not feel a real danger. Come on! Let's move on to find this damned priest. I give him his object and I leave him. I'm tired of his quest. That he finds another crazy, to do his job!
Suddenly, my senses put me on alert. You have this feeling that something is not normal. You feel a difference and you do not know how to put a name on this difference. Is it a danger? I do not know. The forest always seems deserted, silent, but not threatening. Silent! That's it, I can not hear the birds anymore. Everything became calm. There is no more noise. Just this silence. Where are the birds? Except one who trots in front of me. it looks at me and approaches with a hopping. A spell ? A bird that is not afraid? Only its hops make noise. And I notice, around one of its paws, a message. The Vulo opens its wings and tip of the beak, the message. I'm kneeling. The animal does not move. I remove the ring with a message from its paw, and I open a small parchment. An incomprehensible sequence of characters is on the document. I shake my head. I do not know how to read and I do not understand anything about this gibberish ... And suddenly, a voice sounds.
- So, little fool! You still do not know how to read! And besides, you are afraid of a bird. As a huntress, you are laughable!
I turn around, looking where this voice comes from. And there is nobody.
- Hey you ! Do not turn your back on me or I'll peck at you.
To peck my head? Is it the bird that speaks to me like this? I take my bow and prepare an arrow. I face the bird. And it speaks to me. I shake my head, shocked. I am so surprised that I can not aim at the bird with my bow. And the Vulo continues to talk.
- By my Master, I am sent. A forest in the far north, located next to an old trading post abandoned by mercenaries, you will find. To Dani, you will ask permission to search. In a source of life, will be an object bringing death. This object, you can take it. In the handle of this object, you will find a drawing, representing the word to find.
I close my eyes, more out of resignation than out of fear. I open one eye, then the second. The bird is no longer there. The other birds have resumed their chirping. I'm looking at the little parchment. In addition to incomprehensible words, there is a small map. I see the Laurius River, and a cross on a dock on the river. I sigh and I take this new direction. It should have be done by my imagination.
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Taharian Dreams,
by Larma
In the heart of the Oasis of Sahkar lone can find the Taharian Dreams - a troupe renowned for their captivating dance performances. They bring stories to life through their movements, catching audiences' eye with their artistry. While based in Sahkar, they welcome dancers from all corners of Gor, emphasizing dedication over citizenship.
The Taharian Dreams prioritize inclusivity, accommodating different world locations to ensure widespread participation. They offer a supportive environment for dancers of all levels, providing personalized instruction to help each member flourish. Whether a seasoned performer or a beginner, there's a place for everyone in the troupe.
But alongside their artistic pursuits, the Taharian Dreams maintain a code of conduct. Attendance at practices is mandatory, and members are expected to uphold professionalism at all times. Respect for fellow dancers and adherence to troupe rules are non-negotiable, fostering a cohesive and harmonious environment. Respect from a slave to a slave you ask?
In the realm of Gor, where honour and discipline reign supreme, the Taharian Dreams stand as exemplars of excellence. Through their dedication to the art of dance and commitment to their craft, they continue to dance their lives away and leave a lasting impression on the culture of Gor.
A tale
Part III
By Leona Wodhas,
She was the symbol of war games.
But now she is planted under pink lilacs,
Representing the cross for a dead water,
Which is sheltered by rocks,
Blocks of stone becoming burial.
His Master is gone, long ago.
He was defeated during the great gorean wars.
He sits for eternity,
Far from his beloved, far from others.
She was the symbol of an omnipotence,
Forged to kill, created to threaten
She became an object,
Enclosing in its sleeve,
A parchment with some letters written,
Forming this word that presents aridity,
Present in our hearts.
Annie's Mail Box - Your questions posted here!
Dear Annie,
I am so confused! Different people are telling me different things about when to kneel and how to greet. What's a slave girl to do to please the free when one gets mad if I am going to 'ruin my knees' and another is upset that I am standing around like I'm free? Please help!
- Unclear
Dear Unclear,
My answer may depend on how you value your life. That said, it rarely, if ever, hurts to kneel when in the company of the free. Not kneeling perhaps may indeed hurt in more ways than one.
Good luck!
- Annie
Dear Annie,
I did a bad. I lied to my companion about the paternity of our children. He's just found out and oh boy is he upset! What can I do to calm this situation until it blows over?
- OOPSIE
Dear Oops,
My first suggestion would be to ensure you are never in the mans company without adequate guard. My second would be to not repeat this story to anyone lest you find your throat encased in, well deserved, steel. Please keep me updated!
- xoxo Annie
Lady Annie,
I have come to find out recently that my adult children (twins) are not my own. They hold my name and their mother is a useless slut. Where do I go from here?
- Signed,
One bummed low caste
Dear Sir,
I am sorry that this happened to you. It must hurt you right in the feelers. Culture would have you believe it is right to seek out compensation for these wrongs by means of her enslavement. That would require the disclosure that she has birthed your children, except they're not yours and you presumably had no idea! Decisions, decisions....
- Annie xo
In Memory of Baja Boa,
by Alyssa Himura Boa
Baja Boa, Ubar of Besnit was my father and a warmer, loving Gorean man could not be found. His was a love match with my mother, Gabi and they never faltered in their devotion to each other, their family, their castes and their city.
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Besnit thrived under the Ubar and Ubara, it became a centre of education, the Arts, Caste training, all the traits of a fine city. The taverns thronged with men happy to spend their coins on the finest of food and drink; the inns catered to the Free Women, with excellent tea, fruit and cakes and quiet corners to look out on the streets without being seen. The slave houses were busy with training and auctioning slaves together with the odd scream of a disciplined kajira; the smiths' anvils rang with the sound of weapon manufacture; the arenas were loud with the clash of men in training and the streets bustled with traders and happy citizens.
I had many long conversations with Baja, he always had time for his family and friends, sitting quietly on a bench in Besnit, he let me talk about my worries and concerns and he always gave wise advice which invariably resolved any problems. He also told me many little family stories, about both my maternal line of Himuras and his of the Boas. I think he recognised traits from his Paravici mother in me and he spent time in The Plains which explains the fine, principled man he was.
All his children were raised in the beautiful high walled house and gardens of the Ubar's home in Besnit, the girls trained as true free women, the sons as warriors, the expectations of both parents were high and correctly so and their children will always honour their memories by word and deed. Life was full of happiness, even though he was Ubar and under many pressures to maintain the safety of the city, he never failed to deal with matters with wisdom and intelligence and a touch of humour.
Now he has gone to the. Cities of Dust but his memory stays with us and comforts us, farewell best of fathers, greatest of men, Baja Boa.
SHADOWS OF INTRIGUE: The Great Heist of Gor,
by Anon
In the moonlit shadows of Gor, where whispers carry secrets and alliances are forged in the crucible of deception, tales of daring heists echo through the streets like the haunting melodies of the panpipes. Such is the legend of the Great Heist of Gor, a saga of cunning, betrayal, and audacious ambition that has left its mark on the annals of Gorean history.
It was a night like any other in the bustling city-state of Ar, where the aroma of spiced ka-la-na wine mingled with the scent of sweat and sand. Yet, unbeknownst to the citizens who roamed the streets, a band of skilled rogues was about to embark on a mission that would shake the very foundations of the city.
Led by the enigmatic mastermind known only as the Shadow Thief, the clandestine group had spent months meticulously planning their audacious scheme. Their target? The heavily fortified vaults of the Merchant's Council, rumoured to be filled with treasures beyond imagination.
Under the cover of darkness, the Shadow Thief and his band of rogues moved like phantoms through the labyrinthine streets of Ar, their movements swift and silent as they eluded the watchful gaze of the city's guards. With skilful precision, they bypassed every obstacle in their path, their hearts pounding with the thrill of the heist.
Finally, they reached their destination: the impenetrable vaults of the Merchant's Council, guarded by locks as intricate as the webs of a giant spider. But where others saw impenetrable barriers, the Shadow Thief saw only opportunities.
With a flick of his wrist and a whispered incantation, the Shadow Thief set his plan into motion, his nimble fingers dancing across the surface of the locks like spiders weaving their webs. And as the final tumblers fell into place, the vaults swung open with a resounding creak, revealing the treasures that lay within.
In the heart of the night, the streets of Ar erupted into chaos as the news of the heist spread like wildfire, sending shockwaves through the city's elite. Yet, amidst the chaos and confusion, the Shadow Thief and his band of rogues vanished into the shadows, leaving behind only whispers of their daring feat and the tantalizing promise of more adventures yet to come.
En'Kara Fair Auction Thoughts
by Julieanne Rau
I attended the slave auction at the En'Kara Fair this year. First off, I will admit I was curious. I wondered how much I would go for in a auction? I think most women wonder also. After all, in schools we compared ourselves to others by our cloths, hair and even by what kind of men we had. Being popular was the dream! But i found out there was more too it then just having pretty appearance.
First off, the auction was held using special coins. If you carry a thing called 'ZCSmeter' you would know what they are. Basically, If you have the 'meter' during battle or in every day life, your purse gains 1 silver and 25 copper coins every day. This makes sense, as in any auction when buyers look to acquire something of value, they assign a monetary value to that product or service. So using those coins, (I assumed they meant imaginary money) would dimension the value of the product.
I think its a common knowldge that 100 coppers equal 1 Silver and 100 Silver equal 1 Gold coin. I know, not very Gorean as there is Tarsk bits, shaving, etc... If you want to know more about it, find out who created the 'meter' and ask.
So what does a slave go for in an auction? In this auction a slaves value was as low as 11 silver and as high as 5 gold. Most thought this was a high price but there is not much you can buy with imaginary coins in Gor.
The difference in price really depends on the slaves attitude, time your on, language (if you dont speak gorean?) and if your sale was permanent or for a few days or weeks. I like the stories of the slaves; some where defiant panthers, others were former free women that flee into debt and other had no unusual story. Also, some slaves interacted with the crowd while others were silent. My favourite was about one slave named Evie; "she looks out at the crowd and remembering the advice of a wise man, she shouts "BUY ME MASTER, BUY ME, I'M GREAT IN BED, I NEVER FALL OUT." She was sold for 4 gold and 11 silvers. So I noticed if you were pleasing to look at, knew how a slave should act, be interactive, then you are sold for more than the panther that acted wild that sold for 60 silver and 2 coppers.
I have a few final thoughts.
1. No scribe was present to hand the new owners there slave papers. I do not think that slave papers have to be complex since names, eye colour, hair, size can always be changed? But i think a paper of the scribes name with seal, the new owners name and the name of the slave is good is enough. These 3 things are constant in Gor.
2. Some noticed that not all the slaves were branded and shouted out that the sale was illegal. I quickly found this quote and shouted
"This is not a city, its a Fair". In most Gorean cities it is illegal to offer an unbranded woman in a public sale.
Savages of Gor Book 17 Page 101
I later found this...
"I thought that slaves were branded," said the woman to Mirus.
"Not all," said Mirus, "though it is recommended by Merchant Law.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 98
3. Finally, I would recommend that increment bids be not less than 50 coppers. The sale of 7 slaves took 2 hours and 40 minutes. I noticed that someone would bid 1 silver and someone else would bid 1 silver and 1 copper, etc... I'm not sure if this was to be funny or they just wanted to be an irritant? The auctioneer had to keep as close eye on there monitor since there was a lot of chatter and not all of it was relevant to the auction.
In the end, It was fun and crowdy.
Gossip Wine "Oh, my dears, have you heard the scandalous whispers swirling around Gor?"
- My dear readers, brace yourselves for the latest scandalous titbit from the bustling Genesian Port! It seems that even the mightiest of rulers must eventually yield their throne, as murmurs circulate that the esteemed Ubar of Genesian Port is preparing to step down from his lofty position. Oh, how unexpected this news has been! Now, my astute readers, you may be wondering: who shall ascend to claim the mantle of power in this esteemed city? Rumour has it that the former Ubar of the fallen Brundisium, a figure shrouded in mystery and controversy, has garnered considerable support from the traders who ply their wares in the Genesian market. Could this be the dawn of a new era, with alliances forged in the shadows of shifting allegiances?
But hush now, for there are whispers amongst the traders that with a new Ubar comes the looming threat of unrest and attacks upon the once serene Genesian Port. Have the gates of hospitality stood open for too long, inviting danger to lurk at the edges of this vibrant city?
Only time will unveil the truth behind these murmurs, my dear readers, but until then, let us keep our ears pricked and our eyes peeled for the unfolding drama upon the shores of the Genesian Port.
- Amidst the grandeur of the recent Fair, a clandestine tea party played host to a stirring conversation among free women, echoing sentiments both familiar and profound. One daring soul dared to voice her frustrations, lamenting the suffocating expectations imposed upon her gender. "Must I be a doll, conforming to every whim of society?" she questioned, her words laden with a yearning for liberation. Yet amidst the chorus of empathy and solidarity, a sage voice emerged, urging defiance against societal norms. "Be who you are, unapologetically," she proclaimed, her resolve unwavering. As the discourse delved deeper, tales of both resilience and sorrow unfolded, revealing the intricate dance between societal pressure and personal autonomy. Through their shared experiences, these women imparted a timeless lesson: in a world fraught with expectations, true liberation lies in embracing one's authentic self, navigating the delicate balance between conformity and individuality with grace and conviction, my dear reader.
- Ah, have you heard the tales echoing from the mysterious streets of Port Kar? It seems in this bustling haven of pirates and rogues, one might chance upon a free woman daring enough to forgo the modesty of a skirt without facing swift retribution. Indeed, whispers abound that even the praetors, guardians of the law, dress as pirates, regardless of gender. Yet amidst this peculiar display, questions linger: do these praetors truly enforce justice as equals, or do echoes of distress from women lost amidst the chaos ring true? And then there are the women themselves, rumoured to be akin to fat urts cloaked in skirts, with little urts nestled within. Such is the enigma of Port Kar, a place where danger and strangeness intertwine, beckoning travellers to tread cautiously lest they fall victim to its unpredictable allure.
- Dearest society, brace yourselves for the most titillating scandal to grace our ears since Lady Black's enslavement! Whispers abound along the illustrious Genesian Road and its connected ports and villages, warning of a most peculiar menace: a forgetful slave with a penchant for pilfering undergarments from unguarded ladies and slaves. Yes, you heard it here first – this purportedly "cray cray" former panther, now afflicted with forgetfulness disease, snarkles in the bushes of the woods, leaving a trail of scandal in their wake. Fair maidens, take heed and do not dare to wander unaccompanied, for this roguish figure may strike at any moment. And if you must venture out alone, pray ensure there is nothing for this miscreant to strip from your person, lest you find yourself the talk of the ton. Slave girls - let the wind dance between your thighs too for you will not make it out untortured! Oh, the intrigue of it all! Let us proceed with caution, lest we become unwitting players in this most scandalous game of gianni and urts.