Sun is going down

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My dear Gor friends,

As many of you know I am struggling with my health. I found out I have not the energy to lead a tribe anymore, so I plan to resign as an EN of Sa’Jesuil.  I will not leave Gor or the the tribe, but I cannot be online as much as I used to be. As long as I can I will enjoy playing in Gor.

Also I will keep on posting stories on the the Gazette of Gor blog as long as I can, but I am not able to do the inworld version.

I have been in Second life Gor from Aug 2014. Being part of a tribe and editor on the Gazette of Gor helped me a lot to know about Gor. I am grateful for the help I got from many persons in Gor.

Well for me the sun is gong down in Gor, but the the Gor planet  keeps going round.
I have been in Second life Gor from Aug 2014. Being part of a tribe and editor on the Gazette of Gor helped me a lot to know about Gor. I am grateful for the help I got from many persons in Gor.

Thank you for all the good times.

Mariko Marchant

For those who are interested here is my story in Gor.

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Lx introduced me to Gor, she liked me to be a slave, but when I saw a huntress called Ecko I knew I would be a panther. After a few days as a wandering panther in Gor I met Sarka Matova and and she convinced me to join her tribe Zima A’kam. She learned me a lot about Gor and how to fight.

DATE: < August 11, 2014>

INTERESTS:
Why are you interested in joining Zima Ak’am? I am interested in GE Gor. It is a challenge to become a good panther
What role(s) are you interested in playing? < Panther>

As you can see i did not know anything about Gor then.

May 2015 Minnie asked me to be chief editor of the Gazette of Gor. It helped me to increase my knowledge about Gor

At 2015-06-17 I left Zima A’kam and joined Sa Sheku after that

When I wake up in the morning after a very short  night I have still the image in my head of the woman who committed suicide our the dock. Outside I hear some of my sisters talking.  I walk up to them and I see them looking at my feather they want to have. When I look them in the eyes they turn their heads away. The silence feels unpleasant for all of us. I feel sorry for them because I know they are are used in a power battle that has no winners but only losers. I walk further in the camp and see you a young pledge with tears in her eyes. She  hands me over the scroll with the tasks she has done to become a full sisters, that no one wants to read  She feels ignored and unhappy. I take her to my hut and say “Sis  I am leaving”  and start to pack my things in 2 large bags. I see the scroll the former First Bow wrote.  Beautiful and wise words about a panther tribe, but I don’t think it is about our tribe. I put the scroll in the bag, along with all the lessons she teached me. I hate to leave her but there is no other way. I look at Naia and say “are you coming with me? She says”: “I  follow wherever you go Mari”. We both cry when we leave our feathers in my hut and take the zipline to the dock. On the dock I have a last look at the camp I loved so much. “Farewell  sisters” I say with tears in my eyes. I jump in the canoe and we peddle to distant lands. We are tired and hungry when we reach a panther camp. They open the gate for us, give us food and drinks and listen to our sad story. After that they say “If you need a home you can stay here”. Later we see the sun come up when we sit before our hut with a smile on our face, that has been away for far too long. Naia strokes her new huntress feather gently. She looks so happy.  When look at her I have no regrets I left my First Bow feather at the Ja’Lina camp. Sisterhood is more important to me.

Oct 2015 I returned to the new Zima as their First Bow, Dec 2015 I joined Veck EN. April 2016 After a brief stay at Solveig (Whispering Moons) I felt i was ready to form a tribe.

May 2016 Noemie Ling  and me revived Sha’Kar Aran the tribe of Pygmies founded in 2007 by Noemie Ling (Noe).

Most pygmies were killed at the rain-forests in the jungle when they were brutally attacked by the Talunas but the ones who survived fled to the Northern Forests where they met a group of wandering huntresses and they decided to build camp together and took the name of the original tribe “Sha’Kar Arani”. Sha’kar which means, sister , young girl , beautiful. Kar means sister and love. Arani, is a minor tribe of the south of Gor, they are a vassal tribe of the Aretai (Book 10 : Tribesman of Gor, page 307).

We have carefully selected the members because we want only sisters who want to play Gor seriously and have fun. We try to have less drama as possible, but some drama is unavoidable in Gor and in tribes. So we have to deal with that. We also treat our enemies and captives with respect and we will respect their limits.

In return, we expect them to respect our limits as well, and if they won’t, you will fade to black (tp out) and they might be banned on our lands. As a tribe we do not death play and we all have a 3 days cap limit. Everyone is free to state more limits of their own. We are not btb. We are GE, but we don’t play “Disney Gor”. If capped we will refuse to be tp’ed to a sim, where we cannot be rescued.

We are here for roleplay so imagine this is real. As you know huntresses and pygmies are selfish and they live in a camp because it benefits them. They are less vulnerable when they are their own. Now imagine you live in a camp. What do you need? You need food and other supplies. You need to build up these supplies, because winters are very tough in the Northern Forests. So this is why we trade and rob (raid) other camps. We don’t shoot at strangers passing by on our lands. This makes no sense, and will also you put yourself in unnecessary danger.

We have no allies, but we have friends who may came into the camp armed and can help us with a rescue, when a sister is capped. I expect you to avoid being capped. If this were a real scenario, who would want to be enslaved or sold? Also when when raided and you see the situation is hopeless, you flee, instead of fighting until you are capped.

As for slaves we have no camp slaves. Only slaves with a dedicated Mistress, who is responsible for her. Camp slaves are often bored because no one pays attention to them, which leads to drama. Huntresses don’t need slaves in camps, who have to be fed and so use supplies. So we are basically a roleplay tribe, but we do raid often because we need supplies.

The chain of command is: EN (Mariko Marchant), SE ( Vesta Ying), First Bow (to be determined) , huntresses and pygmies. We expect you to play you role properly so address the SE as my SE , etc.

When raided the First Bow overrules all leaders, as the raid leader does when we raid.

We don’t strive to be the biggest or the strongest tribe in Gor. We strive to be tribe with a family feeling and have as much fun as possible when playing Gor seriously. Sisterhood, loyalty and respect are our core values.

June 2017- Dec 2017 EN of Shekinah Arani

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The flag I designed: A tribe rises from its ashes.

June 2017 Noemie left Gor  and I deciced to disbanded Sha’Kar Arani. But the sisters of Sha’Kar Aran formed a new tribe and called it Shekinah Arani and as me to be their EN.

Dec 2017- Aug 2018 Co EN of the Forest Moon tribe
Dec 2017 Shekinah Arani merged with Forest moon because both tribes did not have enough members to survive.

Oct 2018 I left Forest Moon

“I want to say this to you now matter what you have done your best in hard times watching you take the lead in times of pain and hurting , you have turned this into the right direction . Through your ways I am sure in time an answer will be there .”

This is one of the many IM’s i got when people heard I left my tribe Forest Moon.

Many ask me why I left.  This answer is in short: No sisterhood anymore.
Core values of the tribes I lead as an EN were dedication, loyalty and sisterhood. I feel that is gone, not only in Forest Moon but in many tribes.  Not every tribe but in many tribes.

A tribe were some in the camp not talk to each other, unfriend each other, talking lowly about other sisters in public and where some feel superior to others cannot be my tribe. My eyes got blurred because of the tears seeing sisterhood disappear. The smile on my face faded away. I come to second life for fun not to get disappointed.

Leading a tribe is hard work. I don’t mind to work hard. If  a tribe is acting as a team and being a family, doing things together,  it is really rewarding. The feeling  having a home and share things with others is one of the best things in Gor.

However , having a camp in Gor costs money. The rent has to be paid each month. One year ago many tribe members contributed. In 2 or 3 days the barrel was full. Because members felt it is their tribe.
That feeling has gone as well. Now only few donate. I find it pretty unfair that the EN’s who do most of the work also have to pay most of the bill. If every active member gives 1000L a month,  the rent is no problem.  Is a few dollars a month too much for using the camp, having a hut,  etc?  Most members have mesh bodies and mesh heads, so they have the lindens, so why not give some lindens to the tribe?

What I am going to do next, I don’t know. I intend to keep on working for the Gazette of Gor.  I Am pretty sad now, but when people send me IM’s like this;

” Don’t you dare get upset or give up…. we all need people like you Mari….xxxxx”

“Please don’t let this break your spirit Mari, you are one of the best things that ever happened to SL Gor”

I may have the strength to carry on.

I have had a good time in Forest Moon, I hope the tribe will be successful. I want to thank my dear sister Sav, who works so very hard for the tribe. She deserves a wonderful tribe. What is described is not only a Forest Moon problem, it is a Gor wide issue.

Sept 2018 I was asked to be EN of the legendary Sa’Jesuil tribe and i wrote my vision on a panther tribe:

As I do admire btb panthers, who wear a bow and a knife and small machete,  having  no slaves or thralls because they would only use their resources, for me GE (Gor evolved)  is more fun. Because of the raids and rescues  that evoke roleplay and  has all the elements of a btb panther tribe as well. Of course GE panthers should be dressed Gorean and act as described in the books by John Norman.

I am not crazy about thralls. Some are very good roleplayers, but most of them want to have only sex with a (dominant) woman and get easily bored.   Being a female slave in a panther camp is very hard because they tend to be ignored. So my vision is no slaves or thralls in a panther camp unless they have a mistress in the camp who takes care for him or her. Slave in Gor is a very  difficult role. Thralls and slaves that go out to hunt panthers is not Gorean to me. They should wear slave weapons.  When defending the camp they may wear full weapons.

A panther camp is not a sex  or BSDM spot. Of course sex is fine, but it should not be the main part of the activities. Gor is much more than sex and fighting.  Goreans value life and don’t kill, unless there is a valid Gorean reason. Also they do not rape and torture for fun.

Gor has changed in the past years. Most panthers who are long don’t want to join as a pledge anymore. For me experienced huntress should be able to be a full huntress right away. For people who are new to Gor or have little experience being a pledge is good as they can make mistakes and learn on the job.
A pledge/cub/tuva mother is a crucial role in a panther tribe. Also people who like to teach roleplay and combat are important. They keep not only the tribe alive, they keep also Gor alive.

OOC we are all equal but in a panther tribe everyone plays her role. IC there is a strict hierarchy. EN, SE-and Tor are the leaders who must be obeyed. In combat the First Bow is in charge and overrules every member. However in my vision the leaders serve the leaders serve the tribe, not the other way around.
There should be a feeling  that it is OUR tribe. Everyone should feel at home and contribute in a way. There are lots of things you can do in a panther tribe and it is fun to create and to contribute. Being part of a group is one of the best things in Gor.
No one is obliged to donate financially, but the camp rent has to be paid every month. If many donate it can be done easily is my experience. Being part of a group is one of the best things in Gor.

OOC harassment and cheating in combat is not acceptable and may lead to removal of the tribe. We are here for fun, not to make drama. All tribes need each other to play with. We have to see the bigger picture.

There is nothing wrong with stating limits in your profile and they should be respected. As I said before we are here for fun and some like to escape from RL which can be hard. Many players in Gor have serious health problems.  I encourage that tribe members  to have a 3 day cap limit in their profile and it is also wise to mention that you may not be taken to a btb sim where panthers cannot be rescued.

Dedication, sisterhood and loyalty are my keywords.

We are here to have fun together. No one should be left out, all sisters should be friends (OOC and IC) and part of the family and have the feeling: This is my home!

 

Meqara: A new vision after the storm

She slowly walked through the widened cobble streets, the feel of the hardened stone firm beneath her slippered foot with each taken step, she paused for a moment glancing about the renovations that have been in progress, the multitude of heady beautiful colors swirling about in a flagrant display of proud triumph. It was beautiful she thought as she continued to move on not wishing to be late for her interview with the Tatrix of Maqara, that would not be a good first impression of herself to the Lady.

Hastening her steps she made it to her Uncle’s house and went in to wait for the Tatrix to arrive, which did not take long as she flourished into the room with the majestic presence of a proud Tatrix, of course she was rather awestruck as her eyes came upon the Lady Tatrix and she began to speak to her, of course this is how the conversation went. Join me if you will ‘she moves aside presenting the interview with the readers’

Wynna Wrexan: What can I do for you Lady? What can I tell you about Meqara?

Asa:: Holds onto her parchment and quill it hovering over poised to write and she looks over at the Tatrix “Please start from the beginning Tatrix, I am really excited to hear that you are going to be opening soon, tell me what are you expecting to transpire here in your beautiful city”

Wynna Wrexan: has been the homestone of the Wrexan family for generations. We sustained a recent disaster, which required us to rebuild most of the city … although our homestone was undamaged. It is part of the bedrock the city is built on. So we have rebuilt and we wish to re-open to trade next weekend. Meqara is a city built on trade … we are known for the Bank of Meqara, which specializes in capitalizations and investments and for our production of Falarian wine. We are the oldest producers of Falarian in Gor. Here, it’s in this decanter.. Let me pour you a cup.

Asa: There seems to have been quite a few disasters as of recently ‘she sighs as she writes this information down’ The Priest Kings must be up to something, a shaking and a cleansing in the Gorean lands to wake up the people. ‘she nods’ Please continue Tatrix, I would love to know about yourself, your city is very amazing, my Uncle took me around and the builders have really done well” she reaches over to take the drink “Thank you” she says.

Wynna Wrexan: I was born here.. and although I have lived in other cities, I am always at home here. My parents were Xavier Wrexan and Rayah Marenwolf.. he was lost at sea and she lives in seclusion now. Our city is a vibrant trade port, we deal in wines, though not Falarian of course, olive oil, timber, and we are a trade center for other goods entering the city. Pink klima salts, jewels, we have a very diverse merchant goods lists.

Asa: I am truly sorry to hear of this tragedy ‘she says and she continues to write drinking of the wine’ This is really rich wine, very delightful on the pallet “So how long have you been Tatrix? ‘she asks her’

Wynna Wrexan: We are fortunate to have a preeminent story tell er as our ambassador, Eddard Ricketts. and so many other gifted and talented people. We are going to be having our grand opening is this coming weekend and we have a number of events.

Asa: nods listening making note of these names, she shifted and adjusted the quill and parchment before setting her cup to the side before trying to catch up on the information’ So much trade you have here in your ports ‘she stopped looking up at her and smiles “I would love to hear about this, is the Gorean Whip going to be here to cover the event? “she asks” I would love to cover it for the paper if you would allow me to cover the events for the paper”

Wynna Wrexan: passes her a scroll of the events schedule, “We are fortunate to have one of the best DJs in Gor, Lady Tasia… she is hosting our OOC dance on Sunday i think the Urt race and the Bola SLave Run weill be two very unique events, and of course we will have the Sword tourney and bow tourney. My son Leonidas was the designer of the City… it seemed right since it will be his.. and was the principal architect and contractor”
Asa: I would absolutely enjoy the tour and to make portraits of your lovely city and it’s elegant Tatrix ‘she smiles’ So tell me what positions you have open here and are looking to be filled with the qualified Caste”
Wynna Wrexan: Lets see.. We need a magistrate.. and as always we are open to all who wish to join us in any caste. WE just recently gained a vintner of considerable repute, Lady Jasmine OHare..As every city does, we would welcome warriors. You have made mention of your uncle, who is he?
Asa:: Dramen Darkbyrd, Tatrix ‘she replies’

Wynna Wrexan: Ah! the gem merchant .. such a talented artist! His shop is just across from the Bank… most convenient i think for both of us! Several of our citizens are from the torvald .. and our HoC is Lady Aisha of the Tahari .. so we have a diverse citizenry.

Asa: That is very interesting, traveling around I meet a very diverse group of people ‘she smiles’ Each one has their own story and I always enjoy listening and sharing it with our readers. It opens the borders to each other so one knows what the other is like ‘she paused’ who knows ports might be more open to trade after this, it’s definitely needed. My favorite Bazi Tea gets shipped into port ‘she laughs’ So I do wait for it with excitement

Wynna Wrexan (wynna): smiles… we do a brisk black wine trade … my first advisor has developed a special brewing technique/ perhaps you might sample it one day soon

Asa: nods “That is something I could do, Tatrix. I appreciate your generosity” she thinks for a moment and looks around the room that was very richly decorated in elegance but yet simple fashion, she looks down at her parchment waving it slightly to dry the ink then looks at the Tatrix for a moment “So tell me something, Tatrix” I have talked to many leaders in many lands, each one has their own style, which style do you consider your own to keep everything in line?”

Wynna Wrexan (wynna) smiles.. I believe the strength of the city rests in the people. I do not keep them in line .. they do that thenselves. Our rules here are simple.. be polite, respect one another and be gorean. that seems to work for us all
Asa: nods again, writing this down. She almost felt her head bobbled a lot as she continued writing “Do you ever worry that because you are a Tatrix of a great land that a man would try to push you out of your seat of leadership?” she inquires curiously “I have not ever interviewed a Tatrix before so this is new territory for me but I really like it, it’s just so fresh” she says

Wynna Wrexan (wynna): actually I do not worry about that at all… Meqara is mine.. and i rule here … anyone that does not wish to be a citizen is free to leave. Anyone that commits treason will be put to death … I have loyal warriors and I pay the Black Caste very well for my protection and our security. “She paused looking to the door” Ah .. I hear my son arriving. Leo dear… do sit and introduce yourself.

Asa: nods very impressed indeed, she studies the Tatrix for a moment a slight shudder coursing through her frame, the black caste is one that strikes fear in the hearts of people”

Asa looks up from the parchment she had been hovering over to see the form of a man that framed the doorway, at first he was nothing more than a black shadow before emerging into the glinting light of the Gorean candles that danced and swayed with the breeze of the opening and closing door. She paused and looked up seeing a very tall man with a muscular beard, his hair and beard were as black as night, she inclines her head to him “Greetings Sir” she says “I am the Lady Asa Darkbyrd, Scribe of Sais and Writer for the Gorean paper”

Leonidas Wrexan: “Greetings, i am Leonidas Wrexan. son of the Tatrix”
Wynna Wrexan (wynna): smiles as he enters .. “Val… i am hapy to see you .. please come in ”

She looks up once more pulling her gaze from Leonidis to the newly emerging figure into the home and leaned back into the cushioned seat she was resting it to observe for the moment before speaking “Tal also to you Sir” she said to Valgard

Valgard the Ironsides (valgardironsides): “It is good to see you as well Lady Wynna, I trust all is well”
Wynna Wrexan (wynna): Lady, this is my son Leonidas. and my dear friend Valgard …This is Lady Asa of the Gorean Gazette.

Valgard the Ironsides (valgardironsides): “Lady Asa, of the Gorean Gazette? I am not sure I have heard of this Gazette, though it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Asa: nods to them both “Well met” she says “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, both of you” she studied quietly the family before her and continued to write the new information on her parchment “So what do you both have to add to the story of Meqara, that you would like Gor to hear?

Leonidas Wrexan (leonidas079): smiles “Its a pleasure to meet you Lady Asa” leans forward and serve himself a cup of falarian wine.

Valgard the Ironsides (valgardironsides): The only thing I could think of to add would be that my tavern is officially open. I myself am a master distiller and crafter of fine spirits and wines. It has been said that the honey mead…which is my specialty, is the best mead BOTH sides of the Skerry of Einar.”

Asa: writes this down “Very nice, Sir” she says to him “I am sure many Gorean men will be happy to come and try your specialties, Drink is a soother after a hard day of work”

Wynna Wrexan (wynna) grins at him “perhaps he might send you a keg Lady, I know you will not be able to visit his tavern!”

Wynna Wrexan (wynna) Val is one of those I referred to as an advisor, as my son is, as well ..

Leonidas Wrexan (leonidas079): “and an extraordinary crafter he is” looks at Valgard and raises his cup. looks back at the lady ” I am the builder, i have been working very hard lately restoring many of our historical buildings, trying to keep alive out legacy for the future generations of Meqarians”

Asa: shakes her head “I would not do so” she says to the Tatrix, the tavern holds no appeal for me ‘she was writing everything down, the quill whipping around, forward and backward the scratching sound of the tip against the parchment as she lifts the tip to her tongue whetting it quickly and then goes back to writing and looks up to Val with a nod “So what do you feel about your place on the council, Sir?” she asks Valgard”

Asa Inger Darkbyrd (xouxanchin)Asa Inger Darkbyrd (xouxanchin) smiled hearing the words of Leonidas “You have done well, Builder. A worthy scene of a quality builder” she nods “I have seen your construction and it is, I must say a lovely city that one would be proud to visit and trade”

Valgard the Ironsides: “Well, I am unsure if you could tell, from seeing me, but I am originally from Torvaldsland. To find myself here and in the trusted council of a Tatrix….well I would have never thought it would have ever come to be.” he couldn’t help but chuckle “To be honest, I have always been under the impression that women were not best suited for such leadership, yet this woman has surprised me and with my guidance and that of others, has become quite impressive”

[19:16] Wynna Wrexan (wynna): grins as she glances at the lady


Asa is quite impressed by the words spoken “I think that’s really amazing, from one of Torvaldsland” she chuckles “As I am from Torvaldsland also” she nods slowly then writes again and looks to the quiet builder “And what of you, Sir? What is your position on the matter?” she was interested in hearing the minds of men concerning the rulership of a Tatrix “The only Tatrix I’ve known is of Lara’ she says “And that was interesting to say the least” she left it at that

Wynna Wrexan: smiles at her son … thinking of the many hours they’ve shared discussing the lessons her father taught her about the administration of the city …

Leonidas Wrexan (leonidas079): open wide his eyes while he drinks and listen to the lady talking about trading, slowly nods while he drinks “i must say that trading is very important to us, Wrexan family has a long tradition in that category” drinks a little bit more “for generation the Wrexan family has sail around the world carrying the Flag of Meqara and our intention is to keep that tradition”
Wynna Wrexan (wynna): Leonidas knows that to be strong a City must be rich .. he has embraced his grandfather’s lessons

Asa : “Very impressive” she says as she writes this information down, she paused momentarily then reached into her pouch and pulled out a small black vial dipping her quill into it as she seems to have stretched the limits of the last time she had dipped it then started to write again listening to them “I think that is an amazing tradition Sir, and I hope that this interview will help to encourage more trade for your port”
Wynna Wrexan (wynna): smiles “It is so kind of you to come to meet us Lady Asa.. is there anything else we might tell you about us?”

Asa took in a deep breath, much contemplation on her countenance “So anything else you wish to add before I wrap it up? ” she looks between them all and smiles at the Tatrix “Anything you wish to give I am willing to take, Tatrix. I am truly honored that you have brought me into your home and allowed me to interview you and your family. It has really been a joy and pleasure.”

Wynna Wrexan (wynna):I think we have said all that must be said, except that we would like to offer and invitation to all to visit, to trade, to come and make their homes here. All are welcome

Asa says to the Tatrix “I am appreciative of your time” she writes it down “I am sure Sais would love to have trade in their ports also” she smiles “You are always welcome to visit” she stands to her feet “Again thank you so graciously for your time and I wish you all well and i am looking forward to your opening”

Wynna Wrexan (wynna): smiles … I am so glad you had an opportunity to meet these two special men … when you are here next you will meet Lupus and Zen ..

Asa places the information into the paper for the wonderful Goreans who should wish to participate in the fun affairs so it would be easy for them to find then signs off on her interview.

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Thank you so much all for joining me once again in my first article written in three years, this is a wonderful come back, Thank you again for reading and I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have.

Your Roving Reporter,

Asa Darkbyrd

My first day in Gor

This essay is about your first day in Gor, my first day in Gor. Do you remember it? Do you remember why you came? How you stumbled into the fray? Did you embrace it, choose a role and portray it the best you can be? Who are you in Gor? Then and … NOW! This is for you to think about as I tell my story for I remember my first day in Gor quite well. I had two first days, but the one I refer to is the 2nd Friday in August, 2014 when I met Lizz Dawes at the gate of her camp.

And that is segue to my story…

Her original adventure began long ago as depicted in her public backstory. In 2009 an Earth avatar created a Gorean panther alter ego to join her new friends in the forests of the northern continent. Thus you can see this date is 01/18/2009 by looking at her profile. She was a woman of Earth for 14 months by this time, learning the basics of SL.

I have told many of you I was here long ago and so I was. I joined a pack of panthers, but if they were real panthers, my friends certainly were not. We knew some Goreans who had Earth venues as well and they brought us to the magical world of SL Gor. We were truly pretending to be panthers, dressed in the garb and carrying real weapons, but this huntress at least had not the slightest idea how to aim and hunt a target. A single male captured us all and he has been my “friend” since that time 10 years ago. I looked him up in 2016 and he came to visit the Jerag Viktel but didn’t leave the safety of the Primus dock. His initials are HF so he can identify himself in this saga.

If you’re reading this far you might know me so you know cages are not my favorite hangout. Ropes and chains make me sore and a bit sad, so I didn’t stay in this world of Gor very long. I had a taste–enough to know what it was about, but not enough to immerse myself. I knew I would come back and that day would be five years later.

MY SECOND FIRST DAY IN GOR
by Krista Woodrunner

Shedding her laggy dog of a machine and after purchasing an entry level gaming PC she quickly set out to find Gor. It had been a while but she knew it could be found. Old Gor was a scary place and she proceeded with what many would consider extreme caution but though it was 2014 she still had the mindset of Gor 2009 or what is commonly referred to as “Old Gor”. This is an interesting discussion in its own right but not one for my first day story.

Think about it! You are entering a world where capture (with enslavement) is nearly inevitable and you want to find some anonymous panther band before that can happen. What do you do?

She proceeded with great caution searching SL regions for panthers and best she came up with was to land at Port Kar after three days. And so it was there she first landed in the new world known as GE Gor. Many unsavory and likely dangerous creatures were standing around at the port. They left her move about freely and indeed hardly even noticed the woman dressed in rags carrying LR Mamba Bow over her shoulder. In retrospect she probably looked the part but was surely an imposter.

She saw a woman who looked safe enough, one of the few standing alone and approached her asking “Are you a panther?” She got a good laugh out of this and told Krista “I’m a she-urt” and though she knows this type now the concept was foreign at the time. Telling the friendly she-urt her desire and mission the woman decided to help Krista and took her through the transport to the Village of Gimli. This is where the magic started.

They landed on Gimli dock and if you recall the place in 2014 was a good bit different than today. They walked past the tavern, down the path and to the stream with Krista following the she-urt closely. Apparently she knew the En! They crossed the stream and approached a few logs and boulders piled in front of an opening in a rocky ridge. After a brief discussion with an anonymous panther they were told to wait there and a short while later Lizz Dawes came out.

Lizz was her usual diplomatic self though the talk of a “feather” in Krista’s hair flew over her head as the symbolism was completely absent. This embarrassed Krista a bit, but nothing approaching humiliation. For some reason Lizz took a liking to this panther wannabe and brought her inside adding her to their numbers as a “potential” with instructions to fill out the application and return it to Brigette Wade. Yep, first time she would hear that name and no idea what she was getting into! Oh, boy. *wink, wink*

With formalities completed this Friday afternoon and the weekend ahead Krista met the rest of the pack At one point there were about 10 or more Sa di Sanis (yes they had a presence back in the day) and Krista got her first test, “Shoot the birds”. It was a Vulo Nest target owned by Etain Stonesoul but Krista would not know this for quite a while. Whether true or not one of the kind women present told her she hit some. Krista enjoyed the rest of the day being an actual panther instead of a pretend one and the first images of that magical day in Gimli are indelibly etched in her deep memory. The scenery was like nothing that she had ever seen at Earth because the regions are mostly divided into very tiny slivers of parcels while Gor is one giant, continuous forest–at least the northern continent, anyway. She became a panther that day still dressed in scrawny rags and carrying a bow not familiar to her fingers, but that would change.

But, I get ahead of myself for this is a story of my first day and that’s about all there is to remember. This is the beginning of my adventure. Would you care to tell us yours?

Krista Woodrunner

A tale – Part Ten

Offering to beings, rest or pleasure
Offering children, sunny dreams of smiles
Or the intoxication of tears, related to nightmares,
It will be here again and again
To give, at the end of a life,
Its role of altar where will come tearing,
Hypocrites wanting to have a conscience
And only the loved ones will remain, loving
Who will find, in this layer of memories,
What they will have really lost.

Alone Shadow (aloneinshadow)

A tale – Part Nine

It was used to borrow,
Filling the throats, emptying barrels.
Touched by these frail hands
Who had as unique desire,
Please fail to please,
It was used for watering or dropping
The beings, rough or desperate.
It served to make life better,
Delivering moments of illusions
For a painful future.
But, by dint of clashing,
To glorify won games,
To sanctify won fights,
They broke, spreading on the ground,
The blood of the frail hands,
Who, never again will be able to satisfy,
Rude beings, desperate souls.

Alone Shadow (aloneinshadow)