Wanderings of a Sailor (Of Gor)

  This Gorean fiction and illustrations were created or edited with AI. The Lady Livia of Sais, a Tale of Gor By Arealius, Scribe of Port Olni My good and faithful friend Arealius, in the ancient city of Sais, the specter of Dar-Kosis cast a long, dark shadow over our once vibrant streets. The disease, known as the Holy Disease, spread with relentless ferocity, leaving despair and death in its wake. Among the city’s inhabitants was my master, Marlenus, a wealthy merchant who had already suffered the devastating loss of his young daughter to the plague. Our household, once filled with laughter and life, now stood on the brink of collapse. In the grand hall of our villa, Marlenus gathered the survivors of our household. I, Aeostos, his trusted scribe who had served the family for decades, stood by his side. Also present were Marcus, a respected warrior and close friend of Marlenus, Elara, our skilled healer, Niko, the young servant boy, and Selene, our cook. Kneeling before Marlenus was

  This Gorean fiction and illustrations were created or edited with AI. Standing on the Shoulders of Giants As I sat in my study, the soft glow of the lantern casting flickering shadows on the walls, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over me. Before me lay a stack of old parchments and scrolls, remnants of my youth spent under the tutelage of Jarvis Quan and Lady Janette. Each document held memories of my journey to becoming a scribe, a path filled with rigorous study, profound insights, and the occasional moment of levity. I picked up the first scroll, its edges frayed with age. Unrolling it carefully, I recognized the meticulous handwriting of Jarvis Quan. His lessons were always thorough, his penmanship a testament to his dedication to the craft. This particular document was a treatise on the importance of record-keeping in Gorean society. Jarvis had always emphasized that a scribe’s duty was not just to record events, but to preserve the truth for future generations

                                      This fan fiction was written with the help of AI.  The 28th Article of the Gazette 6th month, 10,175 Contasta Ar Journal of Arealius, Scribe of Port Olni Rarius Yuroki, Master Merchant of Gor By Arealius, Scribe of Port Olni In the cozy confines of the Voice of Gor office in Isfahan, I, Arealius, a scribe from Port Olni, had the privilege of engaging in a captivating conversation with the esteemed merchant Rarius Yuroki. As I presented him with rare maps, a token of my respect for his extensive explorations, he accepted them with genuine appreciation, acknowledging their significant value. Rarius Yuroki’s father, Bila Huruma, was a significant figure in the history of Gor, particularly in the tropical regions. Bila Huruma was a mighty warrior and the black Ubar of tropical Gor, a title that denotes a powerful and influential leader. His reign was marked by strength and strategic prowess, qualities that undoubtedly influenced Yuroki’s own developmen

  The Legacy of Love and Sacrifice  By Lady Jasmine, a Scribe of Genesian Port She stood on the bustling docks of Genesian Port, the salty breeze ruffling her hair. The sun set, casting a golden glow over the sea, and a sense of pride swelled within her. She was one of the free women of Genesian Port, known for her beauty, strength, and unwavering dedication to her family. Her heart beat with the rhythm of the waves as she recalled the stories of her ancestors, women who fought valiantly to protect their loved ones. They were not just warriors; they were diplomats, forging alliances with neighboring cities through their sacrifices. She remembered her grandmother’s tales of how she stood firm against invaders, her courage inspiring others to join the fight. Today, she carried that legacy forward. The city of Turia had sent envoys seeking an alliance, and she knew the importance of this union. It was not just about politics; it was about ensuring a future where their children could live

  27th Article for the Gazette 6th Month, Year 10,175 Contasta Ar The Western War Continues by Arealius, Scribe of Port Olni I am Arealius, a scribe of Port Olni, and it was on a somber evening that I found myself in the company of a rugged old Tarnsman named Marlen. His face was weathered by countless battles, his eyes holding the weight of many lost comrades. We sat by the fire in a small tavern, the flickering flames casting shadows on the walls as he recounted the tale of young Marcus, a Tarnsman of Genesian Port. The setting of this story is amidst the backdrop of a long and grueling war between Genesian Port and the Cosians. The Cosians have launched a two-pronged strategy, laying siege to both Genesian Port and the inland city of Turmus on the Vosk River. This ambitious campaign has stretched their resources thin, yet their ability to project power so far inland is nothing short of remarkable. Marlen took a deep breath, his voice gravelly and filled with sorrow. “It was just bef

                      This Gorean fiction and illustrations were created with AI. The Arrangement A Story by Arealius, A scribe in good standing with the Caste of Port Olni. Special Dedication to Separated Mothers and Daughters, and the Care Givers that step into the breach.   In the bustling city of Ar, amidst the throngs of merchants and warriors, a young woman named Elara stood trembling in her father's chambers. Her father, Merchant Marlenus, had just informed her of her impending companion contract to Warrior Ragnar, a renowned fighter from a respected family. "Father, please!" Elara pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't even know him!" Marlenus's expression remained resolute. "This arrangement will elevate our family's status and increase your value, Elara. You will be a Warrior's Companion, a prestigious title." Elara knew better than to argue further. She had been prepared for this moment since childhood. Her father's