Published: 1st May 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: Itahshy Sturdy (shyntylene.lauria)
Dear Reader,
As we embark on another journey through the luscious landscapes of Gor's vineyards, I am filled with anticipation for the stories that await us. Each grapevine holds within it a tale of resilience, of the delicate dance between nature's whims and the skillfull hands of those who tend to them.
In this issue, we delve deeper into the intricate art of "wine-making," exploring the traditions passed down through generations and the innovative techniques shaping the future of Gorean "viticulture." From the sun-kissed slopes of the Sardar Mountains to the fertile valleys of Turia, we uncover the secrets behind the region's most exquisite vintages.
But our exploration extends beyond the vineyards themselves. We celebrate the vibrant communities that thrive amidst the vines, where camaraderie flows as freely as the finest wine. From the bustling markets of Ar and Ko-ro-ba to the tranquil sanctuaries hidden in the dunes of the Tahari, we discover the diverse cultures that imbue each goblet with its own unique character.
As we raise our goblets to toast the bounty of Gor's vineyards, let us not forget the dedication of those who labour tirelessly to bring us the fruits of their labour. Join us as we journey through the pages of this journal, savouring every sip of juicy gossip and every drop of inspiring news.
Here's to another fruitful season in the world of Gorean grapes!
Find us in:
Genesian Port
Geela Island
Imperial Cos: Telnus
Isle of Thera
Laurius River
Oasis of Sahkar
Oasis of Two Scimitars
Sais
Village of Gimli.
Yours faithfully,
Your grapes.
Content:
1. Ana Woolshed, "Memories," Chapter I
2. Larma on behalf of 'The Dreamers,' "Dilemma"
3. The Traveler, "A New Era Dawns in Genesian Port: The Rise of a New Ubar" 4. Itah Sturdy, "Ubar James of Telnus"
5. Alone Shadow, "The Story with Quests," Chapter IV
6. Making the Labels - Your advertisements.
7. Leona Wodhas, "A tale" Part IV
8. Panner McDonnell, "A Heart in Love"
9. Annie's Mail Box - Your questions posted here!
10. Amir Boa Nasrallah, "Do you remember Sais?"
11. Zoye, "The story of Kael"
12. Barrel Dregs - Read with cation!
13. Gossip Wine - Fresh from every field of Gor
Memories, Chapter I,
by Ana Woolshed
Deep in our memories, at a time when Gods and Goddesses wished to see human beings fulfill their destiny, a young woman set out on the roads of knowledge, to learn about life and above all to escape a destiny that had become fatal. After killing her jailer and fleeing the northern city where she was being held prisoner, she realized that her only chance of escaping vengeance was to head south and hide out in the jungle. So she began her long journey to the southern regions, avoiding the main roads and villages where she might be denounced by the population. Hiding, feeding on nothing, stealing whatever she could find, she made good progress and got closer to her future destination. In a bundle, she carried all her memories, everything she didn't want to lose: the elixir stone that cured the deepest ills, a few leaves from a saviour tree to make poultices, a magic powder from the horns of a TABUK to make an ointment, and of course the dagger she'd used to stab the infamous being who'd held her prisoner. On her back, she carried a bow fashioned from a small branch of a cherry tree and a vine stolen from a merchant who paid no attention to a defiler on the side of a path. The merchant would take no further notice, having had his throat slit by a dagger, a weapon the young woman was beginning to appreciate. The question became: Was it the dagger or was it the blood that this young girl wanted to enjoy? To this question, she could not yet give an answer. As she drew closer to her destination, the young woman grew bolder, approaching dwellings to steal food and clothing. As she was not yet very good at using her bow, and especially not patient enough to wait for an animal to stand still only to be shot at, she had only theft to feed herself. And she excelled in the art of stealing food and other belongings.
After crossing the entire continent to the north, she approached a port where various boats were bobbing on the swell. She silently observed the boats, as well as the scruffy fauna roaming the docks: slave traders, pirates, buccaneers, warriors and a few young women who would have been ready to turn her in to curry favor with a master. She realized that to go further in her quest for the south and the jungle, she'd have to be cunning and not wander around the docks, which were risky areas. She went a little further along the coast and found a canoe which, though faded, still looked frisky enough to make a crossing. The only problem was that the owner had left with the oars.
The young woman was beginning to despair, thinking that she would be forever trapped on this icy continent. She sat down on the small pontoon that had been used to secure the canoe, and looked at the pieces of wood that had been used to build the pontoon. She looked at the solidity of the whole and kicked a plank, which broke. She had found the solution. She began to dismantle the pontoon, piece by piece, and used her dagger to fashion makeshift oars from the planks. She then dismantled two posts. She attached the first to the canoe's bow, and the second to the mast. Using both to attach a makeshift canvas, a piece of cloth stolen from a hut, she looked at her work and nodded, satisfied. She had her ship. She looked to the horizon, wondering how long it would take her to reach the jungle. She knew only one thing: she'd have to sail due south. She looked for the direction south, referring to the sun and the moss on the trees. She settled on a direction, pushed the makeshift boat into the water and began paddling, with only dried TABUK meat, two canteens filled with water and a few wild berries as provisions. After a few strokes of the paddle, she hoisted her sail and the wind did its job, pushing her away from the shore, towards the open sea. After three days' crossing, she caught sight of a distant shore. Exhausted by the crossing, burnt by the sun, she grabbed her oars and threw her last strength towards the land that had become her last hope of living. With great effort, she landed on a beach and climbed out of her canoe, before collapsing, bloodless, on the warm sand. The only thing she saw before closing her eyes was a sign with the words USHINDI JUNGLE.
When she awoke, the sand was as warm as ever. She gathered her things, pulled her canoe onto the sand and hid it under branches different from those she was used to seeing up north. She was enjoying the warmth and sunshine. She looked at her water bottles, desperately empty. She was dying of thirst and hunger. She began to pray that the animals would be cooperative and accept being killed without moving and running around. She moved on and left the beach, before entering a lush forest. She had never seen so many trees, and they were very different from those in the north. The flowers were just as beautiful. She headed south, still looking for even denser jungle to hide in. She crossed a stream and took the opportunity to quench her thirst and fill her water bottles. Beyond the stream was a pontoon bridge, and next to it a small hut where she could read BRAT PACK above the door. She pushed aside some foliage and found the entrance to a cave. A good place to sleep, she thought. She advanced into the cave, readying her dagger. Her stomach growled, so hungry was she. The cave was immense, with long tunnels. She came to an unlocked gate. She pushed open the gates, which opened with an ominous creak. At this noise, the young woman gripped her dagger even tighter, ready to strike at any would-be assailant. Battling against the cobwebs, she caught a glimpse of daylight and stepped out of the dark corridor, arriving at last in a jungle of even more beautiful trees and more incredible flowers. She felt relieved. She was finally in the jungle, her jungle? She crossed a small bridge to find herself in front of a strange house. Hunger still nagged at her. Buoyed by her courage, she entered the house to collect some victuals. She found what she'd come for: fruit and a few slices of some unknown meat. She also found a pitcher containing reddish-black water. She dipped her lips into the unfamiliar beverage and spat it out. No, she'll only drink water. This red beverage is the work of the devil. A little satiated, she left the house and ran west. She crossed a new bridge to find herself in a new clearing. Nature was as magnificent as ever. And to top it all off, a waterfall appeared. Overjoyed, she jumped into the water and came to stand under the waterfall to wash herself.
After this moment of relaxation, she crossed another river, grumbling. No point in going south to spend your time in the water. And behind this new river, a wall far too high to climb. She chose to turn left, following a small path.
Dilemma,
by Larma on behalf of 'The Dreamers'
A sight to behold for the weary traveler as bushes are pushed aside. There, in the dry of the desert, a treasure is found. Rising up out of the water, the heat of the day washed off. She is refreshed. She feels invigorated.
The light on the water reflects around her in seductive ripples as she moves with joy and playfulness in the pool. She appears as a sprite or fairy playing as she splashes water on herself. The cool liquid shining like diamonds as it caressed her overheated flesh.
Suddenly she stops, looks around, and her eyes meet your eyes. Your breath catches your found out. Will she disappear like the mist of the falls? To beautiful to be real! She has to be a mirage, a trick of your mind. Do you lay somewhere in desert, dying?
Water like the dew drips from her golden hair and the tip of her nose as a smile so warm graces her angel-like face. So tempting it is to join her there, in the cool of the water the Oasis shares. With a crook of her finger she gives a come hither gesture, like a Siren she calls. She's like a fantasy, a mirage, if one was to reach out... Could she be felt? Would all her softness become reality under finger tips? Or is she a wicked wicked trick that the desert likes to play?
Soft giggles, as if in a dream float along the air as she beckons you to join. Sweet, fragrant flowers scent the air... A warm breeze carries you there! As if in a trance, you cant help yourself. Things move in slow motion as your feet take a mind of their own and you step a few steps on the wet cool stone. Drops of sparkling water, like gems strobing on stones from the sun's rays, a lovely illusion that glitters before you.
Finally, you reach her and reach out your hand, and touch the stunning creature you have found. Her skin is so damp, slick and creamy. She's perfumed with lilac and sun. Her eyes are so deep with emotions held in, as she leans a bit closer breathing you in.
It has been a long time in travel. It's good to be home. As the little sprite kisses your palm. You blink several times realizing she is real. You are home ... This is not a trick and as you blink one more time, she lowers to her knees, kisses your toes and lowers her head, whispering, 'Master, Welcome home.'
A New Era Dawns in Genesian Port: The Rise of a New Ubar,
by The Traveler
As the bustling fair of En'Kara came to a close, the tranquil streets of Genesian Port were disrupted by news that sent shockwaves through the city. The beloved Ubar of many, known for his wisdom and leadership, made a momentous decision—to relinquish his position of power and pass the torch to his longtime friend. However, what seemed like a gesture of friendship stirred unease among the citizens of Genesian Port.
Their trepidation stemmed from the identity of the Ubar's chosen successor—a figure from not so distant lands, the former Ubar of Brundisium, whose reputation preceded him. Concerned whispers spread like wildfire among the populace of Genesia, prompting disturbed to seek solace in their council, their voices rising in a chorus of apprehension.
The specter of uncertainty loomed large over Genesian Port as the question of succession hung in the air. Should the mantle of Ubar be inherited through friendship alone? Or did the people deserve a say in their leadership, through the sacred rite of election?
The council chamber, once a bastion of solemn deliberation, became the stage for a dramatic showdown. Three contenders emerged from the shadows, each vying for the coveted title of Ubar. Among them, rumours swirled of a man whose very name invoked fear, a dark figure lurking on the fringes of society. Yet, equally compelling was the candidacy of a prominent figure within the port, whose proximity to the outgoing Ubar fuelled aspirations of ascension.
The proceedings unfolded behind closed doors, shrouded in secrecy and intrigue. The fate of Genesian Port hung in the balance as alliances were forged and ambitions clashed in the crucible of power.
Today, a new Ubar reigns in Genesian Port, his ascent marked by the echoes of tumult and transition. But the whispers persist, echoing through the labyrinthine alleys and bustling markets of the city. Who holds sway within the Ubarate palace? What changes await those who dare to venture beyond the veil of uncertainty?
As the dust settles and the city charts a course into the unknown, one thing remains certain—curiosity beckons, inviting travelers from far and wide to witness the dawn of a new era in Genesian Port. So, let us heed the call, dear readers, and embark on a journey to unravel the mysteries that lie within the heart of this storied port. For in the shadows of change, opportunity awaits those bold enough to seize it.
Ubar James of Telnus
by Itah Sturdy
I recently had the pleasure of going to Imperial Cos, and making an appointment to speak with the Ubar himself, which, I will add, was a delight, and made even more so with his Ubara, Lady Cassia. I did not go into depth with the Ubar, but most certainly, the next interview with him, I will put the pressure on a little more, this time, I wanted to be more relaxed.
Lets start with the bit we all like to know, Ubar James is human, and he does have a sense of humour, this is certainly something we like to see and know, I have to admit, my first meeting with him did place a little smile on my face and make me relaxed. I've had dealings with Ubars my entire life, but I've never had to interview one before.
Needless to say, we managed to get him out of the palace and hold the interview in the Ambassador's office, certainly a more appealing place, and quieter. who would expect to have found the Ubar outside the palace to interrupt for torturing session. It was nice to have the Ubara agree that getting some things out in the open with the Ubar will be good for Cos, give them an idea of what to expect. I did not wish to pry to heavily of course. I'm going to do a lovely quote from the Ubar, that helped me get a little into his personality, I would like to share this with you.
"I suppose we should all take that as good news, shouldn't we? The Torvies have not invaded past the Mark and the Pirates have not left Kar en masse, and a hurricane is not threatening to liquidate Brundisium, so it is a slow news day and you have to listen to me drone on about administrative priorities and diplomatic nonsenses. You suffer, but the rest of the civilized world prospers, it seems."
- Ubar James, of Telnus
Now that we have that little quirk done, and you are all smiling that both of us were suffering the interview. At least we both made it out alive.
I put my first question forward, the one I do like to start with, the one everyone wants even a small bit of information on.
'What are the plans for the city of Telnus?'
With this, I did happen to mention that my last piece of the Gorean Grape Vine, that I did on Telnus, was about a war taking place. But what did your Ubar have in response? After stating we were too far from the palace's wine cellar. Now you know what to gift Ubar James.
"The Empire of Cos, with it's capital in Telnus, has known generations of war. I do not know that a man is alive who remembers true peace for this island Ubarate. Between the pirates of Kar, the ambitions of Ar, and the rivalry of Tyros... there are always enemies nipping at our heels. A certain kind of man will always covet the greatness of others instead of building some of their own and... Cos has much worth coveting. But... you asked for my plans, not a restatement of the history that everyone knows. I plan to end those wars. I plan to bring a lasting peace to Cos. One that will endure and overshadow all the wars that came before."
So much energy, a thirst for his own actions, a man determined to bring his people exactly what is needed. Are you standing before the last Ubar of Cos, A man with passion for his home, and for his people?
I then put forward my next question...
'I would assume from this you would be planning to begin gathering alliances via trade and by a general agreement of two cities respectful of one another? It would seem fitting to get an ambassador to begin travelling and making the necessary arrangements, unless of course you prefer to use a Regeant?'
I did learn a thing or two from the answer as well.
"Cos, traditionally, has an Archon, which is really just a local word for Regent. Shiefo Sciarri is filling that role, for us and there is not a more skilled diplomat available. My plan for a lasting peace is to unite all of Maritime Gor into a Thassan League. Tyros, the port cities like Brundisium and Genesian Port, even Port Kar. I want to bring them all together into a united government. I think Cos is the only naval power capable of spearheading that... most cities are content to manage, well, their city. But Cos has maintained an Empire for generations. We have the experience at administering over distance. I have started sending invitations for all the maritime powers to assemble to hear my proposal. Ar is... not such a threat at the moment. The turmoil they've been through recently, but... Ar has fallen into civil war before and risen strong. So... I would like to send troops the help stabilize the region. Set up a permanent presence somewhere up near the Vosk junction... in an effort to help bring peace and stability to the region."
How did we end up talking about Ar? I mentioned my mother was from Ar as we held conversation between our interview where we were able to relax one another, get an understanding of the background we are from.
'What about trade, do you plan to join the Trade Alliance? You have something quite valuable here... Would you be looking for trade partners for exportation and importation of other goods. I'll be honest, I do not like Cosian wine.'
I'll not mention the part I'm not allowed to print, but I'm certain while reading this, Ubar James is having a laugh at the secret I'm keeping. Thaddeus, if you are reading this, Ubar James has said hello, and you are next on my interview list.
"Tell Thadeus that I said hello. I need to get him here to talk about the league as well. As for trade, of course. Cos is an island and, trade is always important to island economies. There are many things we import from the mainland and... a few things we export that are unparalleled. We welcome trade with all, and will consider joining any confederation for it that benefits us more than it costs us."
Now I come to the last question, one I like to ask, and I have had many different answers in the past
'Tell the people of Cos about yourself. Who you are, your values, what life means to you?'
"I don't trust men who tell you too much about who they are, because those tend to be the types who are making a lot of noise to keep you from /looking/ at them. So... I would prefer if the people of Cos come to know me through deeds. Fair taxes, powerful warriors, unparalleled freedom for citizens... these are my values but... I don't want people to cheer when I say it, I want them to cheer when I do it. I'm sorry, I'm truly not the best at talking about myself."
I took out the last part of this, I'm sure the Ubara will be grateful for the little editing job there.
'You're perfectly safe Ubar. I promise you that. you gave the right response there, you put your people before yourself in your words. You are right, a man who talks about himself too much is afraid you'll see him for who he really is, not what he wants you to believe he is.'
"Well, of all the interrogators I've faced, you are in the top five most thorough, and also, probably, the most charming."
So there you have Ubar James of Imperial Cos, in the Capital of Telnus... Was this is all? No, next year I plan to revisit with your Ubar and learn of all that has transpired between now and then.
The Story with Quests,
Chapter IV,
by Alone Shadow
I start to like, to travel in different countries. I meet people. I speak with them. I discover their life. And I also see the misery that rages. We feel more and more the famine. Frightened women, holding hungry babies in their arms, wander from village to village in search of food for their children. Men with tired eyes live on rapine, ready to kill for a piece of bread. The animals are also nervous. Scavenging birds attacked an old man, leaving him for dead, and this deceased being became the focus of carnivorous predators. The world is bad. Gor is bad. Even the sun can not warm hearts. It is as if we had entered a new era, populated by nightmares. The days have become nights, where only the shadows dance for pleasure, a macabre pleasure that will offer us only dark destinies, and no happy tomorrows that could have sung. We are not here anymore, the world of tomorrow
It's been 3 weeks since I'm on the road. It's been three weeks that I hold my tears in front of this world which is impoverished in human resources. Only an ignoble person would not be chagrined by this nascent tragedy. We often refer to the apocalypse as the end point of humanity. I do not know if we have arrived at the end of our world. But I know that we have contributed to a disturbance that will leave us a bitter taste in the mouth, a foul taste, tinged with salt tears. Our wars of yesterday, noble or accursed, had this gallant chivalry, to console the loser. This new beginning period lives only on indifference, and will cause the loss of our illusions. It's like we're not us anymore. Just puppets, wandering on parallel paths, not seeing the other puppets we meet.
And about puppet, I do not seem to be the puppet of the priest anymore. I have no news of him, and... good riddance. This person, so pompous, with these riddles, left my universe. In spite of all this misery, I feel free. Oppressed by the misfortune of others, and finally, freed from routine annoyances.
And suddenly, a man came to me. He was tall, slender, strong. He wore armour and a huge sword. He stared at me and took out his sword. And I knew I was lost. I could not run away. He was too near. He was too tall, too strong. He pointed his sword at my throat.
- Where are you going, little girl? You should know that these woods are dangerous for a single girl.
I nodded trying to appear as the most innocent
- I'm joining my village, sir. I did not want to cause you any trouble. I will be discreet and do not bother you.
The man, smiling, brought his blade to my face. Then he lowered his sword and handed it to me.
- Where you go, you will need it more than me.
- Where am I going, sir?
- Yes, you must find what you are looking for and you are the Chosen. A Chosen for the good of all.
- But.... How do you know that?
He sighs.
- Now, all beings know, but few will help you. I decided to fight evil by offering you my sword. I can not do anything more. Only you must now go after your quest. Go at the end of Gor's quest.
I stare at him and take the sword. It is heavy and far too big for me. I look back at the man.
- But where do I go now?
- Apollymi Panthar is gone. But you will find a worthy successor. She leads the tribe of ancestors in the canyon of dreams where the fallen panthers rest to save Gor. And this EN, from her seat, admires sisters. You will have to find this island and rest on what characterizes a Leader. But only by fighting, you will have the right to enter. I do not know what to think anymore. I do not move and he exclaims
- For the love of Priest-kings, you'll move your ass now. It is not by staying here that you will find the object.
I grumble and take the direction of an island. Is it the right one? Only the Gorean gods know it.
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A tale, Part IV,
by Leona Wodhas
When the child, as high as three inches,
But already strong enough to overcome her fears,
Decided to break her chains, to win a freedom,
She did not know that freedom is gained by tears of blood
She could not know it and she learned it
Fighting, day and night, the tears of rain
From these distant games, she won more than freedom
She found rest and wisdom
And now, watching her successors become strong,
She breathes that air that she has acquired
She knows that her past is only a shadow for her future,
A future combined with an illustrious promontory,
Who will serve her to assert her authority,
But especially to rest, a body so often bruised.
A Heart in Love
By Panner McDonnell,
What can you tell a heart in love, that it does not already know?
What new depths can it explore, what new emotions show?
What can you describe to that heart, that it can not already see?
And what kind words will fill its void, if it isn't already free?
Tulla looked down the shackled line, she, the last on the slaver's chain.
She heard a chorus of moans and cries, sounds of souls in pain.
If she was concerned, she hid it well, much to the slaver's chagrin.
The more he whipped her, the more she smiled, held up by a strength within.
Tulla was owned, but not by him - she was property ill-gotten.
But deep in her heart Tulla knew she had not been forgotten.
Perhaps the squat man's ill-tempered lust could be used for his downfall.
So she waited, and she watched; she listened for her Master's call.
For more than a hand the chain passed through the endless Turian plain.
Forced to march, and forced to work, an endless parade of pain.
But as the column wallowed forth, there was following just behind,
The silent shadow of a man, with vengeance on his mind.
As dusk fell, a bird chirp, carried on the breeze through the camp.
Tulla perked up, smiled to herself, and instantly became damp!
She was sure it was her master, and she was oh! so right.
Outside her tent, as the sun fell, there was more than one silent fight.
The first guard on patrol never saw nor heard the blade.
The second died, sitting upright, near where his dinner was made.
A black shape slipped behind where a man stood guard by a
Swift and quiet, the black stain left death wherever it went.
Late that night, as Tulla lay, her ankle chain staked to a peg,
Her skin felt the soft tap of her Master's hand on her leg.
She managed to keep herself quiet, though she wanted to scream and shout,
His breath warm against her ear, he asked where the slaver was about.
A few ihn later, the slaver awoke, a knife against his throat.
"Guards!" he cried. The master laughed. "Your guards I all smote."
He produced a collar, upon it his name, and let the slaver see.
He snapped it about Tulla's neck. "I have come all the way from Olni.
"A journey far, through hot days, and dark and deadly nights,
But a man will do what must be done, to defend his ownership rights.
You knew this was a stolen girl. And you shall bear the blame!
This girl is mine, I have suffered much, to make sure of my claim."
"My Master!" she cried, she fell to her knees, he stroked her matted hair.
The slaver scowled, the Master growled, "She has suffered under your care.
What you do with your slaves is your business, and yours alone,
But you will pay for damages to property that I own!"
The blade pressed deep, a thin red line began to drip with red.
The slaver shook, his eyes bugged wide, as he filled with dread.
The slaver hand held out a bag, a bag that was full of gold.
"Take this, sir, with my regards, and spare me, if you'd be so bold?"
The caravans grunt and howl, the beasts make a frightful gait,
The drivers know the spot quite well, and it's one they rightly hate.
A bare spot surrounded by grass, leaves all who see it no room for doubt,
It is a reminder of what free men do for things they care deeply about.
Naught grows there, sowed with salt, a testament simple and strong.
There are no words, but all know it says, 'The vengeance of Olni is long.'
Tis a grave among the grass, and sticking out, weathered and old,
Is a hand, dried and brown, and held in it, a bag of gold.
Annie's Mail Box - Your questions posted here!
Dear Mistress Annie,
I am asking for a friend. Another Mistress asked me if I knew the best way to find a free companion. I think her friends were all tired of hearing from her and I've overheard them say she has little to offer. I told her my former Master had an old Aunt I could ask. What should I tell her to do?
- From,
He who doesn't want to be whipped!
... Slave boy,
You beg for forgiveness and inform her the Aunt is dead but had a daughter that said you should speak to your family and ask them to arrange one as its only a certain kind of woman who makes outward advances at men. Next time don't meddle in the affairs of the free!
- Annie
Dear Mistress Advice,
I accidentally burned my Mistresses free companionship contract and while this normally would not be a problem, we are traveling and my Master is traveling elsewhere. There is a man here who wishes to companion her and despite her protests, her brother is a citizen and says it will be done. Should I let her to continue to think it's just gone missing?
- Lots of hope,
Susanne
Dear Susanne,
I don't care about your name but do admire your handwriting. You have a fair chance of dying either way so please hold my praise to your heart. Find someone else to blame if you want to live.
- Good luck,
Annie
Lady Annie,
I have a very large and well respected family with many successful children in my city. Recently I have fallen in love with my companions brother. He loves me too but the only way we can be together he says is by me submitting. Is this true?
- Lady Uneasy
Dearest Uneasy,
You already know the answer to this question. The man is an imbecile and is taking advantage of your obvious lack of intelligence. Find a reason to blackmail the brother or face being enslaved either way and belonging to neither.
- Yours,
Annie
Do you remember Sais?
by Amir Boa Nasrallah
Sais village, a quaint yet vibrant enclave nestled within the vast landscape of Gor, has long captivated the imagination of travellers and locals alike. In the annals of Ancient Gorean records, Sais is depicted as a picturesque settlement, adorned with rustic charm and steeped in tradition. Situated amidst rolling hills and lush greenery, this idyllic village exudes an aura of tranquillity and serenity.
According to accounts from Ancient Gorean records, Sais is renowned for its close-knit community and rich cultural heritage. The villagers are known for their hospitality, welcoming visitors with open arms and treating them to the warmth of genuine friendship. At the heart of Sais lies the secret cave one can find no one else. A cave that can fit in a small town, with hills and vales adorned in green nature, with swings, campfires, and quiet waters for any who are looking for a secret meeting.
Every week, the villagers gather for storytelling, a relaxed event where tales of adventure, love, and tradition are shared beneath the starlit sky. If stories are not told, villagers exchange their life experiences, lived through during the past week, fostering a sense of community and connection.
But perhaps what truly sets Sais apart is its vibrant tavern nights, held at the end of each week, where men gather to revel in the company of beautiful kajirae who dance their joy away. Drinks flow like rivers as Sais comes alive with music, laughter, and the spirited energy of celebration. It's during these lively gatherings that the essence of Sais is truly felt, a testament to the enduring spirit and vitality of this enchanting village.
The commander of Sais assures everyone that the village is peaceful and welcoming, offering a safe haven for all who pass through its gates. Meanwhile, it's noted that there are both unaccompanied men and women in the village, providing an opportunity for those seeking companionship or a reliable, well-mannered partner to find a match.
Separately, it's worth mentioning that the slaves of Sais are renowned for their beauty, each possessing unique traits and qualities. They come from diverse backgrounds, with trails of different kinds, but all share a common desire to be pleasing and serve their masters dutifully.
Sais is actively seeking merchants to fill its market, an innkeeper capable of managing a large, unattended inn, a tavern keeper who can keep up with the lively tavern nights, and a slaver to open kennels. Warriors, physicians, builders, and scribes are always welcome to contribute their skills and expertise to the village. And if an Initiate can come and bless Sais, no doubt we will be hearing about that small village for many years ahead.
If all that you've read about this village resonates with you, then why not catch a boat and pay us a visit? Villagers will be more than happy to welcome you with open arms, perhaps sharing some paga or tea, engaging in trade if you have anything of value, or offering a place to stay if you're seeking a home away from home. The possibilities are endless, but there's absolutely no pressure! After all, Sais is simply a beautiful place to see.
The story of Kael,
by Zoye
In the heart of a bustling city on Gor, amidst the swirling sands and towering structures of stone, there lived a young man named Kael. Kael was born into a world where honour was paramount, and strength was revered above all else. From a young age, he had heard tales of the fierce warriors who roamed the vast plains, their silken banners fluttering in the hot desert breeze.
But Kael was different. While other boys dreamed of becoming warriors, he longed for something more. He was drawn to the ancient texts that spoke of a time when men and women lived in harmony, when love and passion were celebrated alongside strength and valour.
Despite the disapproval of his family and friends, Kael delved deeper into these forbidden teachings, seeking out hidden scrolls and whispered secrets. And then, one fateful day, he stumbled upon a group of like-minded individuals who shared his dreams of a more egalitarian society.
Together, they formed a very small secret society, meeting in the shadows of the city to discuss their revolutionary ideas. But their clandestine meetings did not go unnoticed, and soon they found themselves hunted by the authorities, branded as heretics and traitors to the Gorean way of life.
But Kael and his companions refused to be silenced. They took to the streets, rallying the oppressed and downtrodden to their cause.
In the end, Kael knew that their fight would not be easy, that they would face many hardships and dangers along the way. But he also knew that they were fighting for something greater than themselves, for a world where all men and women were free to live and love as they chose.
So, with courage in their hearts and defiance on their lips, Kael and his companions marched forth into the unknown, determined to build a new world out of the ashes of the old. For on Gor, as in all worlds, the greatest battles are not fought with swords and spears, but with ideas and ideals.
Sadly their pilgrimage did not last long for upon entering the very first city, Kael and the few men with him were arrested and the free women of course, taken as slaves.
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Why did the Gorean warrior bring a ladder to the battle?
Because he heard his opponent was a high-ranking official!
Why did the Gorean merchant bring a measuring tape to the marketplace?
Because he heard that size matters when it comes to trading camisks!
Why did the Gorean scribe get kicked out of the tavern?
Because he kept writing "ale is mightier than the sword" on the walls!
Why don't Gorean warriors ever play hide and seek?
Because good luck hiding when you're wearing a brightly colored kirtle!
Why did the Gorean noble take his tarn to the market?
Because he wanted to ruffle some feathers!
Why did the Gorean father bring a sack of sand to his daughter's Free Companionship?
Because he wanted to give her away with a "grain" of humour!
Why did the Gorean merchant open a bakery?
Because he wanted to make some dough while kneading to get by!
Why don't Gorean philosophers ever win at poker?
Because they can never "deal" with uncertainty!
Gossip Wine "Oh, my dears, have you heard the scandalous whispers swirling around Gor?"
- Gather 'round, dear Geelans, for a missive of both heartfelt farewells and fervent anticipation has graced your midst! From the depths of your island, a voice familiar to you all, that of J. Snow, rings out with words that stir the very spirit of your people. With a noble heart and a spirit of unity, J. Snow bids adieu to the mantle of administration, returning to more-preferred life of head slaver with a grace befitting a true leader. But fear not, for in this transition, the torch of leadership finds new hands—those of Skylar Atlas and her companion, Hadrian Atlas. Let us join in a chorus of admiration and support for the new stewards, as they embark on a journey to guide Geela Island to even greater heights! May their reign be blessed with prosperity and unity, and may the legacy of J. Snow continue to shine brightly in the annals of Gorean history. Hail Ubar and Ubara of Geela!
- Whispers are swirling through the streets of Genesian Port, the bustling trade hub of Gor, about the mysterious connection between Zultanite, the stud of thralls, and the man, known as Rune. Hushed conversations tell of secret rendezvous shrouded in darkness, igniting curiosity about the true depth of their bond. Speculation runs rampant, with some suggesting that Zultanite holds a rare talent, sought after by his master for undisclosed endeavours. Does the thrall know a way to deliver forbidden Kanda? Is the man spying for Rune who might be an assassin? Is there more to the tale? As the rumours weave their way through the Port's alleys and taverns, the intrigue surrounding Zultanite and Master Rune only deepens, leaving the citizens of Genesian Port eagerly awaiting the next chapter of this mysterious tale.
- In the shadowy recesses of a well-known Gorean tavern, murmurs abound regarding Eshe, the captivating Nubian slave under the ownership of the gruff tavern keeper, Kron. Whispers weave tales of Eshe's stunning beauty, a beacon of elegance amidst the rough environs of the establishment, drawing patrons like moths to a flame in hopes of basking in her enchanting presence. Yet, behind her beguiling facade lies a veil of mystery, with rumours swirling about the secrets concealed within her enigmatic gaze. Despite the uncertainty that surrounds her past, one undeniable truth remains: Eshe's allure casts a bewitching spell over all who dare to glimpse her radiant visage, leaving the tavern's clientele captivated and entranced by her every move.
- In the grandeur of Genesian Port's opulent halls, scandalous murmurs weave through the air like the delicate veils of dancers in Ubar Thaddeus's court. Whispers suggest that the formidable Ubar is orchestrating an extravagant soirée, shrouded in secrecy and whispered about in hushed tones. Gossip abounds regarding the lavish preparations underway, from feasts fit for royalty to wines flowing freely as if spun from threads of gold. Yet, it's not merely the extravagance that sets tongues wagging; it's the whispered guest list, rumoured to include influential figures from every echelon of society. Some speculate that Ubar Thaddeus aims to solidify his dominion through clandestine alliances forged amidst the heat of passion, while others insinuate scandalous liaisons and illicit trysts concealed behind closed doors. Amidst the tantalizing intrigue, one certainty remains: the night of the orgy will be an unforgettable spectacle, as Genesian Port's most powerful and notorious denizens convene to indulge in their deepest, most primal desires, leaving lady Black of Forbidden Pleasures basking in shame.
- In the bustling streets of Telnus, gossip spreads like wildfire about the playful antics of the spirited slave Addy and her Master, the esteemed warrior Shiefo. However, it's not tales of heroic deeds that captivate the city; rather, it's the uproarious accounts of their misadventures that leave Telnus echoing with laughter. Rumor has it that Addy, ever resourceful, has taken it upon herself to refine her Master's manners, much to the amusement of their comrades. Whispers circulate of Shiefo's stumbling attempts at etiquette, with Addy patiently guiding him through the intricacies of decorum, leaving onlookers both charmed and entertained. Yet, there are those who insist that Addy's influence extends beyond manners to matters of fashion. They claim she delights in dressing Shiefo in the most flamboyant attire imaginable, from vibrant tunics to ostentatious jewellery, much to his embarrassment and her amusement. As their escapades continue to unfold, the streets of Telnus buzz with anticipation, eager to see what mischief this dynamic duo will conjure next.
- Across the Isle of Tyros, whispers dance on the breeze, each carrying morsels of intrigue about the mysterious Ubar. Some claim sightings of clandestine meetings under shrouds of night, where shadowed figures exchange secrets, setting imaginations alight with speculation. Others paint a picture of the Ubar's penchant for the exotic, regaling tales of opulent banquets adorned with delicacies from the farthest corners of Gor. But it's not merely the fare that ignites curiosity; it's the whispered presence of performers from distant lands, their artistry ensnaring even the most world-weary of nobles. Yet, amid the whispers of lavish indulgence, scandal's tendrils entwine. Rumours swirl of forbidden passions and clandestine dalliances within the Ubar's harem, where jealousy and intrigue reign supreme. Whispers suggest that his favoured kaijra holds sway beyond measure, her allure and intellect rendering her a formidable presence amidst the corridors of power. As each whisper weaves into the fabric of Tyrosian society, the enigma of the Ubar deepens, leaving hearts aflutter with anticipation of the next tantalizing revelation.