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What a pity! The Tahari is not safe again…
Sunday, November 30th, 2025
A large group of armed men gathered yesterday in the main square of the Oasis of Lame Kaiila. They had responded to a call to track down and capture a band of outlaws who, according to caravan leaders from the Oasis of Klima, were hiding near the Exchange Point. Or perhaps near the ruins of the Oasis of Mandara; no one knew for sure.
Those who knew the area waited warily, fearing the dangers, especially the ever-present quicksand and the difficulty of attacking the exchange point should someone happen to be entrenched there.
The expedition was ill-fated from the very beginning. Everyone had hoped that Salt Ubar would send its elite troops, the Guards of the Dunes. But that didn’t happen. They waited in vain. Consequently, there was a lack of organization and experienced military leadership. The men began to grumble in frustration. One heard disrespectful remarks like, “He’s a man who values comfort more than fighting,” or “He just sits in his palace and does nothing.”
At least the ruins of the Oasis of Mandala were reached without incident, and nobody got lost.
But when we reached the enormous rocks that protect the Oasis of Klima from the sandstorms, and passed the well-known rocky outcrop, what many had feared came to pass: the outlaws had prepared and ambushed the expedition.
There was great confusion, and no one knew who was friend or foe because, of course, everyone involved was masked for protection from the sand, and no one was giving proper orders. Unfortunately, all of us were hacked down, shot, and without exception, bound.
Fortunately, it turned out that the band of outlaws had arrived at the Exchange Point purely by chance and had no idea how to get back to an oasis or where the paths were. We pointed out to them that without the help of the locals, they would have perished miserably from thirst.
Someone offered to bring the outlaws back if they simply released the majority of the prisoners. There was supposedly a tunnel system near the ruins to bypass the quicksand. This was, of course, a trick and a lie, but the outlaws fell for it.
In the labyrinth, which had already been explored several times, they managed to lead the outlaws astray. And the few who reached the surface again wandered among the dunes. All the prisoners were freed. No one knows where the outlaws are now. But one cannot be sure that they are still near the ruins, because that is the only place with water.
The men blamed Salt Ubar for his shameful neglect of the dangers posed by outlaws and the safety of the caravans.
Make the Tahari safe again!
Wednesday, November 26th, 2025
A caravan of Kaiila is being prepared in the Oasis to move to the Exchange Point of the Oasis of Klima.
Urgent: A very large group of outlaws, including women, has been seen near the ruins of the Oasis of Mandara. They appear to be heading towards the Oasis of Klima’s Exchange Point. Perhaps they are simply lost and don’t know where they are. However, they have attacked a caravan.
The caravan leaders refuse to march to Klima as long as the area remains unsafe.
The Southern Trade Alliance (STA) is currently assembling the largest possible number of armed men. We need help!
All male members of the STA who are able to carry weapons are needed!
Next march to the Oasis of Klima: November 29 (Saturday) noon SLT / 8pm GMT, 21:00 GMT+1-german time)
Start main place Oasis of Lame Kaiila
Bring Food to Klima!
Monday, August 18th, 2025
The people of the Oasis of Klima were starving and desperately needed food! In the exchange point of Klima, a parasite (Toxoplasma gondii) had infested almost all food and made it inedible.
The last caravan only made it as far as the ruins of the Oasis of Mandara. There, a violent sandstorm caught them by surprise. The caravan leaders tried to bring the food into the labyrinth, but the men disappeared, presumably perishing in the quicksand.
The Southern Trade Alliance and Oasis of Lame Kaiila equipped an expedition as quickly as possible. They set off a few days ago….
As every desert dweller knows, east of the Oasis of Lame Kaiila begins a dangerous area with plenty of quicksand, in which one sometimes has to wade up to one’s knees for hours. Only a few caravan leaders know the uncertain paths.
After a strenuous march in the blazing sun, almost always moving in single file, the ruins of the Oasis of Mandara finally came into view. There’s a little water there, but little protection from the sandstorms. As expected, some of the surviving Kaiila were recaptured.
Afterward, most members of the expedition climbed into the two known entrances to the ancient labyrinth to search for the food crates. Others remained on the surface with the Kaiila. The area as a whole is very unsafe, and even Kurii had been seen there.
Remains of the lost caravan were soon discovered. They even found an open crate of dried fish and several barrels of Ka-la-na.
After the entire labrintt had been thoroughly searched, the crates were loaded and they marched on to the Exchange Point of Klima, which was completely deserted and empty.
As the guards of the dunes and a few others know, the path behind the Exchange Point climbs steeply, through high dune ridges, to a plateau. The Oasis of Klima itself lies in a wide valley, which is not so easy to find, because one has to descend into the salt mines.
The entrance to the salt mines is extremely difficult to find and is also blocked by a heavy gate to protect the interior from the constant sandstorms.
After all members of the caravan had arrived safely in the salt mines and no one had been injured by the salt sharks (in some places you have to wade through relatively deep water), you could finally march to the exit of the mines and to the Oasis of Klima itself.
One can imagine how happy the inhabitants of the oasis were when the rescuers unloaded and stacked numerous crates of all kinds of food in the well-known tavern T’zshal’s Inn!
The Kur in the Labyrinth
Thursday, June 12th, 2025
Breaking news! The labyrinth near the ruins of the Oasis of Mandara has partially collapsed! Two caravan leaders who explored it on their own report that the eerie room with the murals is also no longer accessible. However, they have found a previously unknown gate. What could be hidden behind it? In any case, entering the labyrinth is life-threatening! The Southern Trade Alliance (STA) is currently equipping an expedition to explore the terrain and its secrets.
The legend
An old woman who lived in the Oasis of Mandara told us that many years ago, a warrior from the city of Ar sought refuge in the oasis. No one knew exactly where; perhaps an assassin or Kurii agents were after him. This warrior was very taciturn and didn’t say much, except that he was from Ar. He was said to have been the first to dare to enter the labyrinth.
At some point, he never returned. No one had the courage to search for him because the labyrinth was largely unexplored. It is said that the warrior had many gold coins from Ar with him. Perhaps he wanted to hide them in the labyrinth.
Enter the labyrinth and try to find a way to the room with the murals. Bring torches and watch out for each other so no one gets lost.
If you find gold coins, bring them to your respective leader. The Salt Ubar will claim a quarter of the gold if you find any. Find out if the legend is true or not.
The desert wind shrieked across the ruins of the Oasis of Mandara, dragging veils of sand through collapsed arches and sun-bleached pillars. Where once water flowed and men traded silks for dates, now the land groaned with secrets.
Below, under layers of stone and time, a deeper groan had awakened.
The Labyrinth had shifted, bared to the eyes.
The collapse was sudden—a thunderous quake beneath the southern corridor—and with it, the strange room with its faded murals had caved in. Explorers barely escaped with their lives, and yet amid the chaos, a gate was found. A gate of iron, older than the city of Ar itself. It had not been built by human hands.
They pried it open.
Beyond it lay blackness. Cold, stale air. Stone walls that breathed like lungs. And corridors no longer carved, but bored—as if melted into the rock.
They did not go far. But someone awoke.
In the dark of that hidden place, where the corridors twisted unnaturally and the very light of torches seemed to be swallowed whole, something stirred. The air tasted like rust and fire.
Behind a curtain of ancient stone doors and thermal seals, he lived… still.
Lord Macto.
He was a Kur of the old breed, bred on the Steel Worlds before the long migrations. Taller than three men, his fur black as void, armored with plates of steel bonded to living muscle. His eyes were like dying suns—amber, ancient, unblinking.
He had not forgotten the humans.
Once, long ago, he had been among them. Even bartered peace with them, on the decks of ships and the halls of hidden stations. But that time was drowned in blood. Now, he guarded.
The gold, stolen in the Wars of the Third Nest. Hundreds of bars of Ar’s coinage – some true, some counterfeit, all lures to greedy hands. Left here not just for safekeeping, but as bait. It was his, and none would take it.
When the walls of the Labyrinth shon, and the gate creaked open, he watched through old surveillance nodes, blinking to life with green static. He heard the voices. Men. Women. Explorers.
Trespassers.
He growled. It echoed like thunder through the metal bones of the tunnels.
“You come for gold,” he said, though no one could hear him. “I bring you fire.”
In the days that followed, the STA announced an expedition. Warriors. Slaves to carry provisions. Scribes to record discoveries. Greed wore many faces.
They entered.
Will they ever return?
Only one caravan leader – his arm shredded and his mind half-broken – escaped to the surface, babbling of eyes in the dark, of a beast that spoke, and of bodies hung like trophies in caverns deep beneath the oasis.
“Not a man. Not even a Kur I’ve seen before,” he whispered feverishly. “He waits. He guards. And he knows our names.”
Back below, Macto crouched among the bones.
He was no longer merely a guardian. He was a relic, a curse, a reminder that the past never forgets.
He would protect his hoard.
He would burn Mandara to the sand if need be.
Let them come.
Let them try.
It was reported that a terrible and fierce battle took place in the Labyrinth. Suddenly, the Kur disappeared, but no one saw where he had gone. One of the warriors from Belnend found a skeleton with gold coins from Ar in front of it.
It was decided to bring the find to the Kasbah. There, someone close to Salt Ubar received the coins and paid the finders a fair share.
Some northern men, who had marched along for reasons that are still unclear, presumably because they were looking for plunder, were very dissatisfied and complained. The mood became very tense, and some even drew their swords. The northern men left the kasbah in anger, because they had been unable to do anything against the superior numbers of the loyal warriors.
“By order of the Salt Ubar, access to the labyrinth near the ruins of the Oasis of Mandara is now prohibited. A Kur has been spotted there. Until the situation is resolved, the entrances will be filled in.”
Voyage of Aquisition III
Thursday, June 12th, 2025
Those abducted from Earth were taken from the Oasis of Lame Kakila to the Kasbah of Salt Ubar and from there to the Oasis of Klima. They were made aware of what awaited them if they did not submit to their new situation.
We will need taverns, cafes, at Klima, ”he said. “Subjects have been too long without recreation.”
“With the control of much salt,” I said, “you may have much what you wish.”
“We shall confederate the salt districts,” said T’Zshal. (Tribesmen of Gor)
Another March to Klima and the Fight with the Torvaldslanders
Saturday, April 19th, 2025
A group of heavily armed men gathered at the Oasis of Lame Kaiila. Two important figures had to be escorted to the labyrinth near the ruins of the Oasis of Mandara.
Waiting there were the Initiate of Isfahan and a masked man with bodyguards, who, however, refused to reveal his identity. Only a few knew who he was. The expedition soon set out, with scouts leading the way.
It was difficult to get into the underground labyrinth, but they knew from the last time where the room the initiate wanted to investigate was, and there were still torches hanging on the walls.
Some very bold warriors were impatient and marched ahead towards the Exchange Point of Klima, while everyone else was still in the labyrinth. Unfortunately, the rumors were confirmed: they were surprised by a group of very well-armed men. A group of Torvaldslanders had gotten lost in the desert. They overheard a caravan leader at the En’Kara Fair boasting that the exchange point at the Oasis of Klima could be easily reached. The Torvaldslanders arrived there by chance, but don’t know how to get back. The battle was lost, but the Northmen only wanted to find a guide who would lead them out of the desert.
When the other members of the expedition reached the battlefield, the misunderstanding was cleared up. Since the Oasis of Klima was not far, they agreed to refresh themselves there — the Torvaldslanders would have been unable to find their way if they had come near the Exchange Point again.
The men cooled her wounds and quenched her thirst in the T’Zshal’s Inn of Klima.
Massacre near the ruins of the Oasis of Mandara
Friday, December 6th, 2024
Urgent message to all leaders of the STA, sealed and encrypted:
Two caravans are missing! A caravan leader who was on his way from the Oasis of Lame Kaiila to the Klima Exchange Point has returned: he saw skeletons in several Kaiila, salt blocks lying around and equipment. From now on, no more caravans are allowed to go to Klima.
The Southern Trade Alliance is currently equipping an expedition. All men who can carry weapons are requested to join. We will meet at the main plaza of the Oasis of Lame Kaiila.
Find those responsible for this cowardly attack and arrest them! We must find out whether they have allies!
The armed units of the STA also searched the area around the Kasbah, but nothing was found at first. They approached every rock formation with extreme caution.
Unfortunately, the remains of the caravan and some luggage were found near the ruins of the Oasis of Mandara. Numerous skeletons of the kaiila were bleaching in the desert sand. Shortly afterwards, the bandits who were responsible for this massacre and who were hiding attacked…
After a long and fierce battle, the villains were overpowered. The prisoners were taken to the salt mines of Klima…. Our fighters marched to the Oasis of Klima, where they refreshed and strengthened themselves.
The Treasure of the lost Oasis of Mandara
Tuesday, October 29th, 2024
A caravan leader found a half-weathered scroll in the ruins. It apparently came from the oasis of Mandara, which was abandoned many years ago. The Scribes were able to decipher it:
“The water was less and our fresh water is too salty, the lake dried up and the plants died. So we had to act quickly so that our water resources are rich, the most important work was the mine of diamonds, to help all also had to free and remove the diamond mine. The guards were very attentive, it’s not a diamond could be stolen. Crated and heavily guarded they were taken to a secret location in gor and from there packed in smaller boxes and distributed to gor and at secret locations that no one except the Pasha will ever find hidden. All that could take the people of Mandara, they travel with the name, the only one left behind Ausgetrockneter and salinized lake with abandoned settlement Mandara. Verwart the Home Stone well and ventured on a journey into the uncertain to find a new Fertile soil, should arise where the largest city, seen gor ever, has it should, it is said like a tower up to the sky and space for hundreds of thousands Goreans and slaves, healers, warriors and all occupations in which it is to be Gor.
Let the priest-kings protect us on our journey and leave quickly find a fertile place. With plenty drinkable water and a Grand Floral”
The caravan leaders tell each other that the gold of the oasis of Mandara Gold is still hidden near the ruins, but no one has found it yet.
A large group of heavily armed fighters gathered in the Oasis of Lame Kaiila because they had heard of bandits following caravans.
We set off when the blazing sun had almost set. Since some of us knew the way to the exchange point in Klima, we didn’t have to search for the way between the dunes.
We followed the caravan leaders’ instructions and after a long search we found a few ruins and a water hole far away from the known paths. A treasure chest with a key and several gold bars were found hidden deep in the sand.
But as we had feared, we met bandits at the Exchange Point. They had followed a caravan, but did not know the way back. After a hard fight, we lost, were all tied up and locked in the buildings of the Exchange Point. Since the bandits did not know about the treasure, they could not steal it. They even left the weapons behind. After a while, warriors came directly from the Oasis of Klima and freed everyone.
Some were wounded and had to be supported. But after a difficult march we reached the salt mines of Klima.
In T’Zshals’s Inn, we discussed how to proceed next time. We probably need more warriors to make the routes to Klima really safe.
Fight for the Salt!
Wednesday, July 24th, 2024
[Roleplay Plot 20th of July 2024]: March to Klima – Meet at the Kasbah, fight for the salt!
Start: Oasis of Lame Kailla, main place or Oasis of Red Rock
We need you all! All men must be armed. Be prepared to fight! The last caravan from the Oasis of Klima lost three Kaiila in the quicksand. The salt sacks are somewhere near the Exchange Point, but we don’t know where.
Two caravans are meeting at the Kasbah today. One caravan starts in the Oasis of Lame Kaiila, the others in the Oasis of Red Rock. With the permission of the Salt Ubar, everyone can keep the salt sacks if they find their way from Red Rock to the Exchange Point of Klima. Or do you want to fight to see who gets near the Exchange Point first?
Two men from the Oasis of Two Scimitars were the first to found bags of salt near the Exchange Point of the Oasis of Klima, lying next to a Kaiila carcass, half hidden by the sand.
The caravan was attacked near the Kasbah of Salt Ubar, not far from the Red Rock oasis. There was a fierce battle with many wounded. Rarius Yuroki later had to be treated in the infirmary of the Oasis of Lame Kaiila because several arrows were stuck in his arm.
The remaining lost salt sacks were also found later.
A new Salt Ubar!
Wednesday, July 24th, 2024
A caravan and a group of armed men will gather at the Oasis of Lame Kaiila and march to Klima. You have to be ready for anything. Rumours has it that an important ceremony will take place.
Very few Goreans know the way to the Oasis of Klima. Anyone who draws maps of the desert will be killed. The Salt Ubar and his warriors (Guards of the Dunes) control the trade in salt from Klima. Their names are not known, they are always veiled or wear a mask.
Wait for the guards of the Dunes somewhere at the Oasis of Lame Kaiila. They will find you and lead the way.
Beware of quicksand! If you lose your way, you can be lost! Just follow the guide. [Roleplaxy platz “March to Klima 31th of May 2024]
The warriors of the desert and a member of the white caste arrived at the Oasis of Klima after a long and arduous march. There they were met by a mysterious man protected by two masked bodyguards.
It is said that exquisite food and even Falarian wine were provided.
According to what we hear from usually well-informed circles, a new Salt Ubar was enthroned. He had to ensure the loyalty of the warriors and the merchants. Only selected representatives of the Southern Trade Association (STA) attended the ceremony.
