Archive for the ‘Northern Gor’ Category
Veck Sa’ng Fori
Sunday, February 9th, 2020
An exchange point near Helmutsport….
“Runaway women who live in the forest without free men, taking as slave any man who enters their domain and eventually selling him. Those of the northern forests dress in the teeth and skins of forest panthers which they slay with their spears and bows.”
“Panther girls are arrogant. They live by themselves in the northern forests, by hunting, and slaving and outlawry. They have little respect for anyone, or anything, saving themselves and, undeniably, the beasts they hunt, the tawny forest panthers, the swift, sinuous sleen.”
“The panther girl, Sheera, who was leader of this band, sat down in the warm sand.
“Let us bargain,” she said.
She sat cross-legged, like a man. Her girls formed a semi-circle behind her.
Sheera was a strong, black-haired wench, with a necklace of claws and golden chains wrapped about her neck. There were twisted golden armiets on her bronzed arms. About her left ankle, threaded, was an anklet of shells. At her belt she wore a knife sheath. The knife was in her hand, and, as she spoke, she played with it, and drew in the sand.”
“Male and female outlaws do not much bother one another at the exchange points. They keep their own markets. I cannot recall a case of females being enslaved at an exchange point, as they bargained with their wares, nor of males being enslaved at their exchange points, when displaying and merchandising their captures. If the exchange points became unsafe for either male or female outlaws, because of the others, the system of exchange points would be largely valueless. The permanency of the point, and its security, seems essential to the trade.”
The Fair of Se’Var
Friday, January 5th, 2018
“The fairs incidentally are governed by Merchant Law and supported by booth rents and taxes levied on the items exchanged. The commercial facilities of these fairs, from money changing to general banking, are the finest I know of on Gor, save those in Ar’s Street of Coins, and letters of credit are accepted and loans negotiated, though often at usurious rates, with what seems reckless indifference. Yet perhaps this is not so puzzling, for the Gorean cities will, within their own walls, enforce the Merchant Law when pertinent, even against their own citizens. If they did not, of course, the fairs would be closed to the citizens of that city.”
(“Priest-Kings of Gor” page 11)
“It is little wonder then that the cities of Gor support and welcome the fairs. Sometimes they provide a common ground on which territorial and commercial disputes may be amicably resolved without loss of honor, plenipotentiaries of warring cities having apparently met by accident among the silken pavilions.
Further, members of castes such as Physicians and Builders use the fairs for the dissemination of information and techniques among Caste Brothers, as is prescribed in their codes in spite of the fact that their respective cities may be hostile. And as might be expected members of the Caste of Scribes gather here to enter into dispute and examine and trade manuscripts.”
(“Priest-Kings of Gor” page 9)
“The fairs, too, however, have many other functions. For example, they serve as a scene of caste conventions, and as loci for the sharing of discoveries and research. It is here, for example, that physicians, and builders and artisans may meet and exchange ideas and techniques. It is here that Merchant Law is drafted and stabilized. It is here that songs are performed, and song dramas. Poets and musicians, and jugglers and magicians, vie for the attention of the crowds. Here one finds peddlers and great merchants. Some sell trinkets and others the notes of cities. It is here that the Gorean language tends to become standardized. These fairs constitute truce grounds. Men of warring cities may meet here without fear. Political negotiation and intrigue are rampant, too, generally secretly so, at the fairs. Peace and war, and arrangements and treaties, are not unoften determined in a pavillion within the precincts of the fairs.”
(“Beasts of Gor” page 44)
Ravens Fjord
Monday, October 30th, 2017
Crowe’s Landfall
Monday, October 30th, 2017
Crowe’s Landfall – Torvaldsland
The Axe Fjord
Monday, October 30th, 2017
The Axe Fjord – Torvaldsland
Hjemmefjord
Monday, October 30th, 2017
Hjemmefjord – a home fjord that is a valley hidden In The most easternest part of Torvaldsland, between the Ice and the Northern Forest.
Polarebene Axe
Monday, October 30th, 2017
Polarebene Axe – Torvaldsland (german Gor)
Impressions from the North of Gor
Friday, September 1st, 2017
North Cove
Friday, June 10th, 2016
Torvaldsland
Tuesday, March 1st, 2016
[16:28] Petra Weksler (Petra) had returned to her work. She picked the censer out of the bucket, still smoking and waved it back and forth in small movements before the opening of the hive, calming the bees so she could harvest the honey without being stung, at least, without being stung too much. She kept her ears open to try and hear what was spoken, even as she lifted the top of hive to begin pulling the honey dripping frames, one by one, shaking the slow moving bees off them and then dropping them into the bucket that sat at her feet, you know, the one that the censer had been sitting in. Hearing the squeak coming from the long grass, she glanced over, paused her work long enough to pinch off just a small corner of honeycomb and tossed it toward the snow lart, hoping to tempt it a little with the sweet chew. She didn’t react at all to the Jarl directing the merchant to another man, simply continuing with her work, though she strained her ears to hear, glancing over when mead was mentioned. (…)
[16:38] Petra Weksler (Petra) paid no attention to the slave girl, as was her habit when dealing with bonds, unless she needed some use of them for heavy lifting. She glanced from the corner of her eye toward the lart, keeping her smile at the behavior hidden by keeping her face turned away from the others, trying to blend into the background by keeping herself busy. She’d greet the Jarl’s kin when the time was right, and that was not this time. (…)
[16:45] Morrgain Blackhawk (мσяяιgαη ÐąŗĸŦǔȓɏ) perked a brow watching the odd slave stand there like a scarecrow, Morrigan would glance at her mate and then to her son keeping her thoughts to herself. She did however reach into the bag her mate held and took a date from it. Popping it in her mouth, it wa sa decent flavor to say the least. Her mate stated what she thought was odd and she simply nodded her head in silence.
[16:45] Petra Weksler (Petra) replaced the full frames with empty ones, taking her time so she could listen, but there was a point where it would become obvious and she did have a lot of work to do before the end of the day if she was going to keep her promise to the Jarl to have a fresh batch of mead within three weeks so, she picked up the bucket of full honeycomb frames and walked into the brewery.
[Playing an animal:]
[16:48] Ignis Wildmist (Mjallhvít) she would enjoy the little honey she would manage to lick from the honey comb that laid at the ground and her dark snout would glistering with a trail of honey and it would seem the little lart had found a new kind of food to her liking. Then she would notice some more humans standing close to her and suddenly she would dash away again as fast she could into the tall grass (…)
[16:55] Petra Weksler (Petra) had woven a fresh reed sieve the night before and had soaked it and let it dry to tighten the reeds so she could press the honeycomb into it and silently sighed as she realized that even though the slats through the wooden walls were wide enough to easily see what was beyond, she couldn’t hear because of the buzzing in the hives now that bees were waking up again from their earlier smoking. Nothing she could do about that so no use grumbling about it. Focusing on her work, she carefully began extracting the honey from the comb.