Wanderings of a Sailor of Gor

  This Gorean Fan Fiction and Images were generated using Microsoft Copilot or MetaAI . Customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles. Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman By Design by Arealius the Sailor Scribe of Port Olni The fog lay thick over the Vosk River , curling around the marsh reeds that lined the quays of Turmus . Lanterns glowed faintly in the damp air, casting reflections across the sluggish current. Arealius the Sailor had come upriver from Port Olni, his cloak heavy with travel, his eyes weary from the silence that seemed to spread from city to city. He found Varcus of Turmus waiting at a riverside tavern, broad‑shouldered and weathered by the winds of the delta, his hands calloused from years of barter and trade. They sat together at a rough‑hewn table, the smell of fish and damp wood thick in the air. Scrolls and tablets lay between them, though neither m...

{Revised and Edited}  This Gorean Fan Fiction and Images were generated using Microsoft Copilot or MetaAI . Customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles. Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman Kassau Reborn by Arealius the Sailor The *Tides of Teletus* eased into the timbered docks of Kassau, its hull groaning as ropes were cast and caught. The inlet waters of the Thassa reflected the pale northern sky, and the bustle of the port rose around the ship—fishermen hauling parsit nets, merchants shouting prices for furs, and the clang of iron from the smithy.   Arealius stood at the rail, his historian’s eyes scanning the skyline with the hunger of memory. Lady Sorana, her scroll case belted around her hips, observed with quiet precision. The palisade of sharpened logs bristled above the port, huts and merchant houses pressed tightly within, and smoke curled from hearth...