Wanderings of a Sailor of Gor

  This Gorean Fan Fiction was generated using ChatGPT and MetaAI. Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles. Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman Dedicated to my fellow veterans, but especially the Marines.  The First Night in Teletus As told by Arealius the Sailor, Scribe of Port Olni. The tavern in the lower quarter of Teletus was full of wood smoke, laughter, and the sound of coins clinking against cups. It was the sort of place where one could buy a man’s silence or his story — and the latter was cheaper. At a table near the hearth, surrounded by half a dozen merchants fat from trade and pride, sat an old man in a faded blue robe. His beard was gray and wild as sea foam, his hands still rough despite the ink stains upon them. This was Arealius the Sailor — once a man of rope and mast, now a keeper of scrolls and inkpots in the scribes’ tower of Teletus. Yet tonig...

  This Gorean Fan Fiction was generated using CoPilot and MetaAI. Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles. Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman 🍷 Nyte Wine and Whispers In the Eighth Month of the Year 10,175 Contasta Ar by Arealius of Port Olni Beneath the stars of Var-Kor’s dome, Where lanterns flicker and travelers roam, Two scribes arrived, their scrolls at rest, To taste the city’s wine and jest. The air was crisp, the sky aglow, With constellations set in snow. A wine shop beckoned, warm and wide, Where warriors drank and secrets hide. They entered soft, the man all gray, With eyes like steel and beard of clay. The woman veiled, with gaze demure, Yet lips that hinted at allure. A kajira came with hips that swayed, Her tray a feast, her smile well-played. She knelt with grace, her voice a song, And offered wine both deep and strong. “Nyte Wine, Master...

  Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles. The following is a report on the Caste System and its function within this society.  Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman This Article is Printed with Permission from its writer: Physician Lady Neeve of Vor-Kar A Personal Research Study In my study of Gorean society, I have found that the caste system functions as the foundation of both its social structure and moral philosophy. Much like the guild traditions of medieval Europe, Gorean castes serve not only as professional organizations but also as social institutions that define identity, duty, and status. Each caste expects its members to master their craft, pass on their knowledge, and uphold the welfare of the group. Competence is not viewed as a personal virtue but as a mandatory standard of conduct. The Structure of the Castes The Gorean caste system is divided broadl...

        This Gorean Fan Fiction was generated using CoPilot and MetaAI. Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles. Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman                         On the Purpose of Free Companionship Contracts: A Personal Reflection by Arealius of the Scribe Caste of Port Olni. I speak not as a man of many unions, but as one who chose once—and never again. Over forty Gorean years have passed since I claimed the Lady Sorana as my Free Companion in the salt-stained halls of Port Kar. She was a scribe of rare intellect, once of the Soaring Herlit of the Thentis Mountains, and I, a young scribe with ink-stained fingers and too many questions. We did not sign a contract. We did not negotiate terms. I simply claimed her, and she did not refuse me. That was the only companionship I have ever ...

  This Gorean Fan Fiction was generated using CoPilot and MetaAI. Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles. Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman The Pulse Beneath the Sand Location: Oasis Residence of Nephtides, Tahari Wastes  Date: 8th Month, 14th Day, Year 10,175 Contasta Ar Weather: Dry, sun-scorched, with a whisper of wind through the dunes Today I stepped into the heart of the Tahari, not just geographically, but culturally. My journey brought me to the residence of Nephtides—a man whose name echoes through trade routes and whispers in the halls of power. I came not as a merchant, nor as a warrior, but as a scribe. A chronicler of lives lived boldly across Gor. Nestled deep within the scorched expanse of the Tahari Wastes lies the Oasis of the Lame Kaiila—a place of improbable beauty carved into a landscape of relentless sun and shifting sand. Like a jewel d...