Taluna hunting grounds are as large as 10.000 square miles, the tribe is on the hunt and on the move, its like the 'round' a grizzly bear or a polar bear does on earth with a diameter of 100 miles. Amazonas tribes do that up to modern times. In our rp ushindi is just a very small spot where we happen to be, the tribe moves on, we are in one specific jungle not more than once a year. if we are gone and someone sets fire, that is about 0,0000656% of the total area we inhabit. IF the jungle where we live would only be that small as Ushindi, our hiding in the jungles rp would not be realistic.Therfore it would not be realistic either if a fire in this underpopulated area would cause harm.

Talunas of Gor, hunting predators of the jungles, rumours tell they are there, scarcely are they ever seen, their fair bodies moving swiftly through the woods, the tips of their spears, the golden ornaments on their arms glinting, once you ever encounter a Taluna you are doomed!

BEWARE! Gorean from Port Schendi daring to enter the dark water dripping jungles, LISTEN to the drums and the sudden silence of the screeching monkeys overhead, YOU are an alien here and do not belong!

you are SEEN! SMELLED! HEARD! are there eyes watching you? did you hear swiftly running little feet?..they eyes of the panther?...the slithering snake on your path? so small yet so poisonous?...the venomous spider in the branches overhead?...did you find their camp?...the fireplace only lukewarm?...seems they are gone! the movement behind the bush! Talunas? or only the black gleaming panther on soft paws?


mystic rituals, tattoos, piercings, kuruu…the jungles are full of secrets…as are the Talunas of Gor, only scarcely described in the books (see below).

anything that is weak is prey…even the black Ubar Bilar Hurun, the tattooed giant has never found us…the rainforests cover tracks swiftly…

we ARE our jungles!
we choose IF we want to battle
we choose WHERE we want to battle
we choose WHEN we want to battle

remember: Taluna tribes are jungle tribes! our rp is VASTLY different from any other rp!

just to give you a feeling for it, I enclosed tribal pictures from the rainforests in west papua.

like large predators of the north, the tribe moves through a vast area from camp to camp, hunting, moving again a few days later…never here, never there, our possessions carried on our bodies, a fireplace and a leaf thatched hut to be easily set up and left behind on the move…a hunting tribe…the vast jungles are our fortress, the rain our allie, the steaming heat our dress, the ash our makeup…

swiftly running feet in the jungles: when you hear us, its too late! surprise is our allie: SCREAM! when you are pounced and claws and teeth rip your body!!! a panther may leave you, a Taluna will not! and PREY it is us and not a Mamba of Gor!

HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! I!! SEE!! YOU!!!!

Disney Gor

What is Disney Gor? the answer to this question needs some explanation. See the answer below.

four different versions of gor exist in sl:

Athenian Gor
Spartacian Gor
Evolutionary Gor
Lifestyle gor

Athenian gor:
Life in Athenian sims shall be strictly by the books. Athenians feel the vocation to teach everyone. Every roleplay is played out after strict rules, variations are not allowed if they can t be similarly quoted. Roleplay is quite self- centred, every roleplayer is definitively the most important person in his/her environment. Behind the athenian veil frequently cruelties are hidden that would not be roleplayed in a sane environment. Generally Athenians have the ‘best intentions’ however miss the fact that there are some hard contradictions in the books to a practical roleplay environment, eg serves more beautiful than in the books are well possible, or that true dominant women exist. However it’s a Gor where kajirae feel well, as can be seen by their numbers.

Spartacian Gor
Life in Spartacian Gor does not really care for the books. Spartacian Goreans say otherwise, but more or less everything is accepted, as spartacian Gor is about battling. Double Black Kill Berserk-Mercs from Hellraiser thunder flash Shadow battles Shadow Blackhand-Dagger of Helldeath MegaDarc Outlaws, women are usually clad in motorbike leathers and spiked boots, Men wear black jeans, black boots and the ultralarge sword and steel reinforced spiked bows on their backs. Kilts and tats are a must- have in spartacian Gor. Outlaws accept female and male fighters, it’s fighting skills and numbers that count. Usually the numbers of kajirae is quite small in these groups as there is not much camp life except capture roleplay or battle preparations.

Evolutionary Gor
The role play model of Evolutionary Gor is based on the theory that after the scrolls of Tarl were written, society evolved. Life in evolutionary Gor is usually less formal and less brutal than Athenian Gor, as some excesses are left out. Evolutionary Gor frequently uses environments that are less described in the books, like the southern jungles of Gor or the northern fringes. In contrast to spartacian Gor there is usually less warfare, in contrast to athenian Gor there is usually less brutality and less self- centeredness. The number of kajirae is medium high as the environment is often less strict and battle occurs frequently.

Lifestyle Gor
Like Athenian gor, lifestyle Gor has the best intentions: Lifestyle Gor intends to be an environment that is very gorean, but strictly consensual. The drawback of Lifestyle gor is its denial of enforced behaviour. Gorean society IS nonconsensual in its layout, as it is enforced by male dominance, cities and castes. Lifestyle Gor tries to overcome this drawback by laying out strict rules. However the vibrating strong imbalance of Gor, strong men, the power of cities and of castes, the helplessness of kajirae is somewhat lost in lifestyle Gor. Male dominance is usually entirely lost.
However lifestyle Gor frequently encompasses many roleplay aspects like collaring or branding.
The number of kajirae is usually very high as no battle occurs and there is a strict set of rules to stick to. Lifestyle Gor is frequently but not always led by FW or kajirae.

none of these groups really exists in its truest form, most groups are more or less this or that.

now we can answer the question: what is Disney Gor?

every group sees all the other groups as Disney. Therefore most goreans are Disney goreans, seen from any others view.

its been a while since I published news of Sa Jerag…

our tribe has grown considerably…we merged and formed a Super- Tribe…our Sisters in tainted rose form Tre Sa Jerag with us…two locations…one tribe..four Ens…a large amount of active sisters…we are ONE tribe, two fireplaces, living in the jungles of gor and in the forests…

“They construct their own camps and shelters, each band claiming a certain territory. Usually to join an established band, you must fight and kill an existing member. Panther girls live primarily by hunting though they also engage in slaving and trade. (…) Panther girls are arrogant and proud, having little respect for anyone besides themselves. They despise female slaves and will treat them with great cruelty. They hate free women as well regarding all non-panther girls as weak and worthless.”

laughs! Tarl talked to Panthers of course and met them…but since he is a MALE it is highly probable that he simply spreads that rumor to prevent Free Women of Gor from joining their Free Sisters in the forests and jungles! are you not aware that it is our ENEMY who wrote these scrolls???
what would his interest be in spreading the rumor that they have fun, giggle and laugh, cuddle together in the furs at night to give warmth and sisterlove and shelter to each other?

would it not be quite normal to assume that we all cuddle in one big hut in the night, with all the predators in the jungles?...holding each other tight in fear and loneliness? Cast out from family and friends and threatened with horrible fates should we ever be captured?

would we really ask someone new who could help us survive to kill one of our own or kill her ourselves? Yes it MAY be that a tribe that is in great peril would not accept anyone joining who is not fit for survival…and sending her away after she knows where we hide would be risky…but KILLING each other, while each of us depends on the other, cuddling together and shivering in fear and consoling each others tears for having lost families and our lives…that I would regard as highly irrational…*takes these pages, rips them out and puts them onto her stack: Sagas of male Goreans to prevent women to join the Panthers or Talunas*

Panthers and Talunas were not born in the jungles…but born on Gor…Freewomen they have been or even Kajirae…I have problems believing that I despise what once has been my own role…

what do you think?

neema tells about her life on Gor

Born on earth I lived a happy life. I went to school and learned how to read and write. I can’t really remember what happened but one day I woke and found myself on a large plain. Only later did I learn I was never to return home, and that Gor would be where I live from then on.

I got captured within a week after I arrived and had to live the life of a slave, first in the city with a wonderful Master, his name is NightWalker. But at one point our paths split and I wandered from city to city until one happy joyful day I crossed the Jungles of Schendi.....it was there where I met the beautiful Huntress Ashtyn of the Wa Ngao tribe.......She won My heart right that first time our eyes met and I did not leave Her side for many days to come.....serving Her with great pride and devotion as her companion, her lover, her girl, so devoted was I to our love…

And in time my self consciousness and my pride grew....my chin high, my hand lifted and leaning on my trusted spear.....to protect instead of being protected.....to fight rather than staying behind........I needed to be Free to feel the wind through My raven curls..........and She granted it.......it was hard....but it was needed.

I now call the Jungles of Ushindi My Home where I stand proudly and surrounded by My Sisters of the Sa Jerag tribe.......a new Life..........a new beginning..........

Isalia tells of her life on Gor


1 BELLE - THE URTH CHILD

this girl is only 6 years old and likes to dance.
My mum and dad I love you so.
My mum please say: "Is this girl bad. ?"
Please come , please come and play with me.
Why in the bed all day you stay??
This girl is sad she wants to play.

"My belle , my love, lay on my side"
"I love you so, I love you so,
but on big journey I must go."
"Dont cry my love , I have a gift"
"This ribbons, see, are fine and red,
and when there worn in wind they fly"
"When sad you are, wear them with pride
and in the wind your tears will dry,
and wind will bring your love to me ,
and in the sky the sun will shine"

and in a churchyard this girl cried,
and in the sunset looked to the sky
and in the wind her ribbons fly"

2 ISABEL THE WILD ONE

belle grew big, and pain passed by, but live goes on and with the years she took her tenderness and with the ribbons she made a knot and made big walls in concrete. and then she forgot..... and she freaked out, and drank and blow, and one day she awoke , the world had changed, To a strange land she had been brought.
And in the sunset cried for her urth home.

3 THE BARBARIAN GIRL

A Barbarian girl that's what she was . and one day she ran and came in a big town; and sisters and masters were kind for her, she did her best to kneel and to learn of manners and of serve, but in her heart she was so scared, and there was pain that had no name.
One day the girl sat on the Market Place. She was so new, she did not know much and her understanding of language and of manners was little; and her sisters were wearing beautifull silks , and the Masters were proud and kind, and the Lady's dresses where beautifull.
And in the sunset she looked to the ocean and she was happy but not fulfilled.


4 THE HUNTRESS

and suddenly a Woman appeared, She was Proud and very beautifull , and was wearing a bow and a slave girl on a chain. The Kajira sisters told her She was an Huntress from the Tribes; and when she came nearer, the barbarian girl got tears in her eyes, because the Huntress was wearing Red Ribbons in her hair. And the girl remembered

5 COURAGE

First the barbarian girl she could not speak; her soul was trying to remember and tears were making she could not see right. But concrete walls started to crush.
she heard the wind and saw the ribbons float gently and gather all her courage, looked up for one moment and she said: "Sawubona Huntress, this girl loves Your red ribbons"

6 RED RIBBONS

An Huntress looks to a girl with tears in her eyes, for a moment she did not speak and then she took her red ribbons and gave them to the girl.
Red ribbons are floating in the wind; concrete walls are tumbling down.
A girl moved to the Tribes and learns to serve with fire and in her heart is joy and peace

7. MY MISTRESS

On a beautifull island in the ocean, under a flag of compassion and love, on the highest mountain top, in the thousand colours of a sunset , a Huntress took a collar and clicked it on a girls neck and called her "mine"
And a girl with ribbons in her hair, cried tears of joy when in her heart the last walls was tumbling down, when she was smiling, and beaming and beaming and .... said "My Mistress, your girl loves You"

8. THE GIFT

My lovely Mistress had a partner .... and red ribbons always loved to see the love between my Mistress and her partner.... and one day ..... I was givan away as a gift to the partner of my Mistress..... this girl was a lucky girl.... she had like two Mistresses.... and lived for long time with her two Mistresses on that beautifull island in the Thassa sea....
Then one day there was a big storm... and big winds.... and big waves.... and the island dissapeared in the sea... Lucky thing we were saved.... and since we lived in the Jungles of Ushindi

9. FREEDOM

Often my Mistresses , the En and the Chieftess went away to help sisters in detress.... and sometimes we were raided.... so my Mistress teached me (in secret) to practice with a bow...
and one day I managed to go to a city where my Chieftess was kept prisonner...and I managed to trade her out .... (my god I was so scared).... As a reward, my En, my Mistress gave me my freedom.....

10. TOR OF THE TRIBE

Since that day .... I take care of many in the Tribe of the Sa Jerag.... and fight at the side of my En and of my Chieftess.... and take care of new sisters....
One day the En and the Chieftess said to me .... From now on you will be Tor of the Tribe...
I was .... and I am soooooo proud .... and so happy
but always always I wear my red ribbons

Lacy tells of her life on Gor

Born of earth, but now of Gor. Her earliest memories of this world are of finding herself in the city of Talmont. Alone, scared, and unaware of the ways of this society, she quickly learns the feel of steel forcibly placed around her neck. Stripped of her clothes and her dignity , she is made to wear the silks of a city kajira. Using her natural charms, and seemingly pleasing looks, she becomes a favorite of the Magistrate, who prefers to have her at his heel. Fortunately for her, she is never made to suffer the ultimate indignity of having to please in the furs. During a time when she wasnt being watched, she slips out of the city. Her first intention is to wander the adjacent woods and lands, but finds herself soon lost and alone, once again. After some time, she finds a harbor, and stows away on a boat. Not caring where it goes, her next stop is Cardonicus, where she is captured and re-collared by a city Warrior. Having her but a few days, her restless spirit has her wandering the woods once more, only to be taken captive by a panther of the Var Viverra She tribe. Making the huntress aware of who's collar she was in, only made the huntress' decision to keep her easier. Out of hate, or spite to the Warrior, she was taken to the tribe camp, and enslaved to the Var Viverra She. During this time is when she has her first experiences with the wild women. She learns the hardships they face, and the courage to make a stand against the male tyranny that rules this world. Here, is where she see's the many huntress' as they come and go about the camp. Watching them fight, spar, and live their lives, the seed is planted within her. This is her calling in this new world. Every chance she had, when no one was around, she picked up a weapon; be it bow, spear or dagger, practicing the art of using each. After uncounted days, the confidence in her own abilities reached a point to where survival in the wilds seemed plausible. She would go alone, and either survive on her own, or find a tribe to join. But this time, she would not be a slave.....she would be a Huntress!

Unknown to the others in the camp, not even the other slaves, she had been storing the items in the woods that she would need for her journey to a new life. Finally, on a day when she knew the others would be gone for an extended time, she made her break for freedom. Her first stop once outside the camp was to where she stashed her new clothing. Tearing off the silks, and replacing them with some borrowed skins from the camp, she immediately felt different....alive for the first time in her lift. She next gathered her weapons, and food rations, then started upon her long trek. Avoiding others, seemingly for days, even weeks maybe, she found herself in the Vosk River region. Having heard a tribe resided in the Hills of Etiocles, she headed that way. Soon, she found them, or they found her. She was tested, and proved herself to be worthy of joining the Pa-Ri-Tor tribe.

Taking to her new life very easily, she rapidly becomes one of the tribes best fighters. Her skills readily apparant, she is asked to be a trainer of weapons and fighting. As time went by, she becomes an Elder of the tribe, a position she was proud to hold. After many passings of the moon, she grows weary of life in the harsh, mountainous region that had become her home. Once again, her restlessness festering inside her, gnawing at her constantly, she gives in, and sets out on a journey to lush, greener lands. She remembers an old friend who was the Chieftess of a Tulana tribe in the tropical jungles, and sets her path that way. Just before her homeland is at the edge of her sight, she turns and looks back once more, pausing and standing motionless. She just stares toward the mountains, until the coolness of the tears running down her cheeks break her from the trance. Wiping her tears and her nose on her sleeve, she sets off again, never to look back until reaching the jungles she had heard about. Welcomed into the Sa' Jerag Talunas, she felt right at home immediately.........and a new chapter starts in her life......