Gorean beauty, Gorean collars

There are so many Gorean sims and at times and just to make fun I call the number of sims to be as high as the number of goreans..:)...it is rare for a gorean sim without any event occuring to have more than 10 people present...but EVERY gorean sim I ve seen is so uniquely shaped and so beautifully made that I feel real loss for a sim closing...every day new sims are opened up so full of hopes for a better rp and a truer gorean life. And on walking them you breathe their beauty and you breathe their makers' taste and the love for every beautiful detail. Cities so rich and houses created so lovely, high mountains with waterfalls, deserts and deep dark forests with swamps...every kind of landscape can be found on Gor, so beautifully made. However there are so MANY gorean sims that cannot be entered for roleplay by one or the other party. A Freewoman without companion is threatened with the collar by the rules at times, Talunas are frequently not admitted. A lot of places can only be visited once: A girl on Gor always lives under the threat of a collar and a moment of carelessness can be the end of her freedom. Estimating the number of Kajirae on Gor I believe their percentage is far higher than in the books and it is barely understandable why a city collars more and more women except to promote traffic. There are so many kajirae in some places, kneeling and hoping someone picks them up and gives them a reason to weave their magic of love, to be cared for and to be protected that I see no other reason for it. The submission of a girl is special...she devotes her life to bring love and tenderness, why make her one of a thousand? I truly believe this obsession to collar more and more is a result of greediness without any need. Once collared many girls kneel in remote places and wait and suffer for no one needs them at all and they soon enter 'bored in gored.' It is for this reason that I appeal to the Free population of Gor: THINK before you collar someone! A collar is a commitment! Do you really want to care for her? Do you really want to protect her? Will you take the time and let her weave her love for you and enchant you with sweet dances and tender love in the furs? Do you want to train her and give her tasks to do? It is you who will from now on be responsible for her! Do you feel that call in you? Then collar her! But a collaring just to push a girl down on her knees and then forget her is sad... Larah

TRADE! a good reason against the use of Gorean Meters on your sim. now and then a Sister is captured in a city that is near to impossible to raid without considerable forces and ensuing drama and calling it all invalid or there is simply not much time...in these cases it is a good idea to dress as a FreeWoman of Gor, the symbol of diplomacy. However, according to their role they always have to rely on the honourable behaviour of the gorean world towards her. And I do. I do not wear my bow and feel really helpless, left without option but hoping for the best in negotiations. The last time I did this, I was asked for rp- server goods in brackets...((we only trade for rp server goods!))...which makes me wonder if that can be proper rp...generally rp works without brackets so the question should not come up at all...but it more and more does and it spreads like a disease over gorean- metered gor...over time these items concentrate on the large tribes and groups of course since its them who rarely need them but often get them...trades on the other hand are more frequently needed by the smaller groups since their means to raid are limited...so the meter promotes larger groups on Gor who gain double means to keep their members safe. Groups of this size dominate Gor. However the battles between them are marked by severe lag and not much rp since the battle rages on and on because there are still captives of one or the other side until both sides declare it invalid for whatever reason and everyone walks home. It is this type of Gor the meter privileges. It may be a good reason for using a different Meter as we all want to promote the diversity of Gor that we all like and that is so unique for Gor in SL.

Ushindi!!

a dramatic landscape…a cuddlish camp and a fireplace right at the entrance to sit and meet and talk, the jungles are hot and thriving with the intensity typical for a life on gor, always struggling for survival

a bit confusing for some goreans is the absense of a safezone even for shoppers…however we respect the shoppers as an unwritten policy…they are safe and welcome to join in after having a look at the wares…

now and then someone asks me if Talunas were lesbians, living with so many and so close together...let me ascertain without doubt: WE ARE NOT! the reason for us to band together is the omnipresent threat: every woman on Gor can be collared and enslaved anytime! Talunas defend and fight for their freedom, remember we are smaller and weaker, we can t even successfully wield a gorean sword! We love our freedom, we live together, we hide in the jungles, we comfort each other so far out from the civilized world where we grew up, its just the natural thing to do in an extreme situation like ours!

Sometimes we are confused with the native population that lives in the jungles: We do NOT originate in the jungles, we are from the north as you can easily see by our fair complexion and we do NOT use the language of the jungle population, we speak gorean, as Tarl Cabbot comfirmed in his parchments. Its because we hide, we survive on our own, we are not born here, and yes...we suffer from homesickness...:(...

but now we re happy and thankful...thank you sweet Sas and your Sana Askari for your loving hospitality, thank you for giving us shelter!!! *scratches her head...then checks her fingernails for fleas*...:P~~~~

Due to the absence of the Priest Kings ((Admins)), Vampires, Angels, motorcycle racers and explorers of all kinds enrich the life on gor and are a funny challenge for quick witted goreans…priest kings asleep...*runs a tender hand over a sleeping giant insect- like head..whispers…”dreams, sweet dreams…”…hoping for an air conditioned house with a pool…*

however we are out and about a lot...travelling in swift small sailing boats all across the Thassa…helping out Sisters all over gor…in the Sardar mountains, in Aira, in Midgaard, in Fina and in places I don t remember the name of…

we were scouting out BSI, sending an arrow with a message, we were looking into hidden caves and found the trap of a witch in Aria…

we sparred with Sisters all over Gor and we attended a glorious theatre play in Perrywinkle…

our fireplace is open for all, everyone is welcome, our defense is the density of the jungles, not walls nor traps…its gor…and we SHOUT out our joy for life, our tender love in the huts at night and our beautiful kajirae serving us in unimaginable sweetness…

visiting kajirae from all the Passion sims enrich our storytelling around the nightly fires…sweet life in the jungles…purrrrrrrrrrrrrs…

Larah Oh En of Sa Jerag

Talunas on the run

a tribe is never safe on Gor: SO many things may happen! and Sa Jerag will have to move; living on a palm island far out in the Thassa is lovely and sweet, but resources are scarce, there is no hunting anymore and the verr have left barren ground ...the tribe will have to move on ...and is scouting all over Gor for another part of the jungles to hide in...

above is a picture of the En Larah Oh looking up at her Chieftess, hungry and with a pleading glance...and the Chieftess decided the tribe will move!

I ll keep you up to date on on a possible new place for the tribe.

Larah

Talunas on the warpath!

drumbeats rolling through the jungles of ’Lovers of Gor’! YESSSSSSSSSssss! It was this time of the year when the mighty Chieftess of Sa-Jerag calls for war! masses of Talunas with their fighting slaves and allied Warriors on War- Tarns arrived on the Island….

Even the jungle itself shivered in fear, seeing the grim faces of the seasoned fighters around the fireplace. And the Chieftess unfolded her parchment of Gor, pointing out the positions of the cities and our attacking warriors. Wartarns were unleashed and hot oil bubbled lethally in giant pots over the fires of the tribe…

And the march to the battlefield began! Due to slight misunderstandings of time zones and locations it was the Chieftess herself in front of her army, consisting of then En of the tribe and a pleasure slave who entered battle in Aria.

While the Chieftess shot arrow after arrow at several bystanding enemies, the slave decided it were time to prepare dinner and left…an unlucky arrow hit the chieftess from behind right into the middle of a certain heartshaped ink she wears, but even downed she hissed and bit and clawed! Her En was distracted and surprised by the speed of the unfolding events but ran bravely to her aid when she stumbled over her bow and bit the dust…

So the Chieftess was bound and leashed and taken away into slavery…how sad…her En had more luck though, a kajira who was collecting mushrooms happened to walk by and kicked her ribs, telling her to 'get out of the way and sleep elsewhere on the battlefield' (how unkind!) and the En could crawl away…however on crawling away she even dared to spread her fingers to a Victory- sign!!! YAY! the mushroom that she fell down on was crushed though...pouts...

((here is a pic of the lovely En of Sa Jerag. Only daily sunbathing on the beach and frequent application of fragrant oils will give you this incomparably beautiful even suntan. The sweet ear- pendants are SELFMADE btw!!!!!*smiles proudly*))

While the En laid down in her hut to let her bruised rib being tended for by a kajira and prepared to make a plan to help the Chieftess, the Chieftess herself could sneak out of her captivity due to a chain of lucky circumstances.

She s already making revolutionary new plans for war and we re all looking forward to unimaginably rich loot and fame!

News from far out in the Thassa

The tribes kajirae are quite frequently found in the furs, but whenever they are needed to serve or fetch water they can t be found! After an intensive search the riddle was solved. The pic on the right shows a typical kajira when called to her chores ((note how the girls brown skin and slender arms and legs are a perfect camouflage in the branches of the jungle- tree))

our Physician was promoted and now is an officer in the green caste! Congratulations, Tikvah! The tribe has a new Huntress, she is well acquainted with the bow and I hope she will find a way to be an active tribe member now that she is a Free. Welcome Tina! Our advanced bowfight training was a big success and despite my doubts I learnt quite some new things, like visualizing rendering costs. However we all need to spar frequently and the tribe needs to become a crowd of well fighting individuals that work together as a team in times of raids. There is some training to be done on that, and our location so far out in the Thassa made us lucky enough that the stronghold was not yet put to a test...that may change, Sisters!...smiles evilly!...We are happy for the proud Freewomen of Gor who made Friends with the tribe: You are always welcome, Ladies. The tribe is a retreat from the ever present male dominated world of Gor, but also always in need of defenses. You too will be asked to join in with spars as that is allowed in Cities like Turia and needed when defending the island: I count on you, Ladies!

((On the right you see our Chieftess hunting in the jungles. Note how swiftly she moves through the evergreen forest...It is an unofficial snapshot: On representing the tribe and in her full queenly regalia she is dressed quite differently of course!))


We will have Kajuralia the next weekend, I am already excited to learn what the kajirae will come up with!

Now and then Talunas of Lovers board the ship and venture into Gor, so far we cannot really say that the warpath has been successful in terms of loot. But helping out our Allies from the Tre'sha-Ni has been lots of fun as well!

The boys and girls perform beautifully in their training and are a constant source of pride and joy for the Free.

Our Sister C. boarded a ship with some bamboo- furniture to sell on the mainland and we hope she ll soon be back after a successful trip. Her friend E. ran out of birds to send from afar, we hope she could trap a new dove so we get news from her.

So far, the fireplace and the cave are the most used places on the island, #3 are the wonderful waterfall and the trading post. But even more essential is our homestone: The mountain, looming high over us as a declaration of Sisterhood forever: Sa- Jerag!

Larah Oh, En of Sa Jerag

Lovers of Gor

Welcome on our beautiful Palm Island far out west in the Thassa!

It is the home of the fierce Sa Jerag, meaning Sisters forever. They are Talunas, Freewomen from Thorvaldsland, who came with the feared Longboats over the vast Thassa, like their Sisters in the jungles north of Schendi. They all fled the north, for unhappy Companionships, living well hidden in the equatorial region of Gor, never able to return in fear they could be enslaved or worse...

who are Talunas?

most of us live in the jungles on the gorean mainland:
equatorial gor..it is the rainforests…sometimes dense…dark below the canopy of trees…the place where the Kurii and their agents venture, where the invisibility ring was found. North of Schendi it is..the river Cartius, is located here, the large lake Ushindi, meaning “victory” the lake Ngao, meaning “Shield”, lake Shaba which is located high up in the mountains, named after the famous Scribe and Cartographer, who was the first civilized man to circumnavigate Lake Ushindi.

The Kamba- river, meaning ‘rope’ that flows leisurely into the Thassa, the Nvoka river that forms the natural harbour of the city of Schendi, a non fortified port and the only larger settlement in the tropics with daily storms and incredible rainfalls.

To the west of Lake Ushindi are floodlands, marshes and bogs. The people who live here are mostly black and they do rarely speak gorean. They have their own dialects, they have the drum- system to communicate and they are loosely governed by the mighty black Ubar, Bila Huruma. The land is not fertile, despite its lush vegetation crops do not grow well for the heavy rainfalls. So there are no permanent settlements except the port, Schendi. People live in villages and the Urbarate of Bila Huruma is a loose network. The rainforest is always dripping wet and steaming with heat and humidity.

there are about 1500 types of palm trees growing here and birds, snakes, monkeys, gliding urts, leaf urts, squirrels, long-tailed porcupines, lizards, sloths, arachnids, insects, tarsiers, jit monkeys, black squirrels, leaf urts, jungle varts, giani, armored gatch, slees, ground urts, tarsk, six varieties of anteater, twenty kinds of small, single-horned tabuk, jungle larls, jungle panthers, many smaller catlike predators, and zeders. Sleens do not exist here.

“Bila Huruma, the black Ubar united the six ubarates of the southern shore of Lake Ushindi. He also collects tribute from the confederacy of a hundred villages on the northern shores of the lake. The tribute is primarily in kailiauk tusks and women. His control over the northern shores region is substantial but not total. Bila is a brilliant leader, a man of vision. His Ubarate is well organized, with districts and governors, courts, spies and messengers. He also has a well organized army that is well trained and disciplined. On a personal basis, Bila also has over two hundred companions and twice that many slaves.”

That depicts the environment. It is hot, humid, dangerous, the vegetation so dense in some parts that it is nearly impenetrable, in other parts it is dark below the canopy of leaves in the jungles.

Also, Mamba people live here, cannibals, filing their teeth, also pygmies…not bigger than five feet.

It is here, that Tarl Cabot sees the Talunas. Let me quote from the scrolls: “She was slender-legged and dark-haired. She wore brief skins. She ran down to the edge of the water. Her hands were not bound together but, from each wrist, there hung a knotted rope…. It was as though she had been bound and, somehow, had been freed. "Please save me!" she cried. "Help me!"
I examined the condition of the skins she wore. I noted, also, that she wore a golden armlet and, on her neck, a necklace of claws. She also had, about her waist, a belt, with a dagger sheath, though the sheath was now empty. "Save me, please, noble sirs!" she wept. She waded out a few feet in the water. She extended her hands to us piteously. She was quite beautiful. I considered the forest behind her. The trees were thick, the brush, near the river, heavy. …
"Please, please help me!" we heard the girl cry. Then we left her behind.
"Master," sobbed Janice.
"Be silent, Slave Girl," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Look!" cried Alice. "There is another!"
Now, on the shore, standing at a post, chains about her body, we saw a blond girl. "Please help me!" she cried, straining against the chains. She, like the first, was dressed in brief skins and, like the first, was ornamented, with an armlet and necklace. Too, about her left ankle, there was a golden bangle. We removed the paddles from the water. …
"I think we have lingered here long enough," said Kisu, looking about. "This is a dangerous place."
"Agreed," I said.
"Do not leave without her, please, noble masters," begged Janice. "Please, Master," begged Alice. "Please, Master," begged Tende.
"What little fools you all are, said Kisu. "Can you not see that it is a trap?" …
"They speak Gorean," I pointed out. "Thus they are not originally of the jungle. The color of their skins alone, white, should make that clear to you. ((Explorers of Gor))

So we learnt they wore golden ornaments. Every item of metal will soon be dull or corrode easily if worn in the rainforests every day. We can conclude it must be gold. Also, they do not speak the local dialects, they are fair skinned. I agree with Tarl, they cannot be descendants of the people who live here.

But we know more from the scrolls:

“Moonlight filtered in through the thatched roof and between the sticks which formed the sides of the hut. She was sleeping within, in her brief skins. Her weapons were at the side of the hut. She lay on a woven mat, her blond hair loose about her head. I examined her thighs, moving back the skins she wore. They had never been branded. She turned, restlessly. She was the girl who had feigned being chained at the post, to lure us into a trap. She was, I was sure, the leader of the talunas. She had given commands in our pursuit. She did not share her hut with another girl. She threw her arm restlessly over her head. I saw her hips move. I smiled. She was a woman in need. She moaned. I waited until her arms were again at her sides, and she lay upon her back. I saw her lift her haunches in her sleep. She was starved for a man’s touch.”

So now learnt that they aren t branded, so they are no escaped slaves. And they do not live there because they dislike men…

let me quote some more for you now:

"I am, too, made comfortable by the thickness of the brush and trees in these areas, both before and now. They seem fit to conceal the numbers of an ambuscade." …
As our canoe moved away we looked back. "After them!" cried the girl. She slipped from her chains and bent to the grass beside her, seizing up a light spear. From the bush about her appeared numbers of girls similarly clad and armed. We saw canoes being thrust into the water. "Perhaps now you will paddle with a better will," I said.
"Yes, Master!" said Janice.

This quote tells us they use light spears and they hunt for slaves in bands of about 40. A large band to capture only 6 people!

Here is another quote from Tarl’s scrolls:

"How came you to the rain forests?" I asked.
"I, and Fina, and the others," she said, "fled undesired companionships."
"But now you have fallen slave," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Your entire band," I said, "will doubtless know no nobler fate."
"Yes, Master," she said. She shuddered. "We now, all of us, belong to men."
"Yes," I said.
"You left our vine collars on," she said. "You knew, did you not, that we would beg slavery?"
"Yes," I said.
"But how could you know?" she asked.
"Though you and the others have fought your femininity," I said, "yet you and they are both beautiful and feminine."
"You knew that we were natural slaves?" she said.
"Of course," I said.
"I will no longer be permitted to fight my femininity, will I?" she asked.
"No," I said. "You are now a slave girl. You will yield to it, and fully."
"I'm frightened," she said.
"That is natural," I said.
"It will make me so loving and helpless," she said.
"Yes," I said.
"Can I dare, too, now," she asked. "to be sensuous?"
"If you are not fully pleasing in all the modalities of the slave girl, sensuous and otherwise," I said, "you will be severely punished."
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Or slain," I said.
"Yes, Master," she whispered.

this quote tells us they came TOGETHER. We already learnt they do not come from this area. Their willingness to accept the collar tells us they long to be back in gorean society.

Now with all that we learnt, let me give you MY interpretation of this rare phenomenon: White skinned, sometimes blond girls, alienated in the jungles, talking a different language than the natives of the jungles. They own gold, but they do not own any dresses they may have worn where they fled from, they survive in the jungles, they use spears, but they are homesick and may have a strong inner urge to be back and pick up a normal gorean life.

A band of forty, aquainted to wielding spears and to fight, not poor and from FAR away: It is unlikely that a band of this size wanders over a large portion of gorean lands unnoticed and finally settles in the jungles. my personal conclusion is that they came by boat or ship. Women on Gor are not really known to be sailors, except the women in the far north who are of course growing up in the presence of longboats and sailing as fishing is part of daily life. You will maybe counter that women in harbours should know that too, however the Ports of Gor are Cities, and a large sailing vessel is guarded and it is not easy to sail and needs professional seamen. Also, these girls were NOT Freewomen of the Cities of Gor, at times forbidden to even leave their dwellings without male protection. These girls wer ABLE, they survive in the jungles, they can sail a boat. This supports my theory that they come from the far north.

Despite my quotes, all of this may be a far shot for you, but it is the reason why a longboat, run aground on a reef in the Thassa next to a tropical island is a typical place where Talunas may dwell, other than those that Tarl Cabot met and later enslaved. *smiles*

Now why should they band together and flee at all, if they re so unhappy with their newfound life as refugees in these murderous jungles?

"I, and Fina, and the others," she said, "fled undesired companionships."

A good reason, I believe. and she did NOT say they were not content with their life as Freewomen. Then why are they so many? Gor is in war, it is an archaic society, it may well be that there are less men available than women, due to deaths in war. UNdesired can therefore mean many things. A pity that Tarl did not insist and ask them where they are from.

Now what about their kajirae? They OWN girls, that much is clear from the scrolls of Tarl “I took two pairs of slave bracelets from the loot of the taluna camp. Girls such as talunas keep such things about in case slave girls should fall into their hands. They are extremely cruel to slave girls, whom they regard as having betrayed their sex by surrendering as slaves to men.”