War Comes to Geneisan Port

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Travel Log of Arealius, Scribe of Port Olni

Location: Genesian Port Genesian Port is a bustling and strategic hub on the coast of Tamber Bay. This city serves as a vital intersection for various trade routes, making it a melting pot of cultures and activities. Here are some key features of Genesian Port:

Geography and Layout

Location: on the coast of Tamber Bay, Genesian Port enjoys a prime location that facilitates maritime trade.

Architecture: Its sturdy stone buildings characterize the city, designed to withstand the coastal weather. The architecture reflects a blend of traditional Gorean styles with influences from various cultures that pass through the port.

Docks: The docks are the heart of the city, always bustling with activity. Ships from all over Gor dock here, unloading goods and passengers. The docks are currently blockaded because of the city’s state of war, adding an element of tension and heightened security.

Economy and Trade

Marketplaces: The marketplaces are vibrant and diverse, offering goods from all corners of Gor. From spices and silks to weapons and tools, the markets are a trader’s paradise.

Merchants: The merchant caste plays a significant role in the city’s economy, organizing events and ensuring the smooth flow of trade. Their expertise in negotiation and commerce is clear in the bustling trade activities.

Culture and Society

Diversity: The city is a melting pot of cultures, with people from various regions of Gor mingling and trading. This diversity is reflected in the city’s festivals, cuisine, and daily life.

Security: Because of the ongoing conflict, security measures are stringent. Guards patrol the streets, and armed forces is a common sight.

Hospitality: Despite the tension, the people of Genesian Port are known for their hospitality. Visitors are often greeted warmly, and the city’s inns and taverns offer a welcoming respite for travelers.

Points of Interest

Do Drop Inn: A popular inn where travelers can rest and enjoy local delicacies. It is known for its comfortable accommodations and friendly staff.

The Bakery: Famous for its delicious pastries and bread, the bakery is a must-visit for anyone with a sweet tooth.

The Infirmary: Renowned for its excellent medical care, the infirmary attracts patients from all over Gor seeking treatment.

Events and Celebrations

Festivals: The city hosts various festivals throughout the year, celebrating everything from successful harvests to historical events. These festivals are marked by music, dance, and feasting.

Merchant Events: Organized by the merchant caste, these events attract traders from far and wide, offering a platform for haggling and showcasing goods.

Genesian Port, with its rich culture, strategic importance, and vibrant economy, is a city that captures the essence of Gorean life. Whether you’re a trader, a traveler, or a resident, there’s always something new to discover in this dynamic port city.

Travel Entry:

The sea air greeted me warmly as I stepped into Genesian Port, a welcome change from the dusty trails signs of trench warfare of the surrounding countryside. Despite the blockade and heightened security measures because of the ongoing siege by the Cosian Alliance led by the city of Telenus, the city remained vibrant and resilient. The people of Genesian Port carried on with their lives, their spirit unbroken and their city still under the favor of the Priest Kings. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of relief and joy.

“Tal everyone! The Priest Kings are clearly happy today, aren’t they?” I called out, my voice carrying over the docks.

A freewoman in green robes greeted me warmly, “Tal and good morning! Welcome to Genesian Port.”

A woman, a Lady Scribe, looked up from her work, curiosity in her eyes. “Greetings. Are they happy?” she asked, her tone inquisitive.

“Thank you, and greetings to you both. This is a very inviting location, I must say. I have never seen butterflies so friendly, especially in a port,” I replied, marveling at the serene beauty of the place during a siege from the sea. 

As I continued to take in the sights, a kajira greeted me with a graceful dance. “Tal, Master. Do you need anything, Master?” she asked, her movements fluid and captivating.

“No, I am fine, girl. Your dancing is a welcome distraction from the destruction I saw traveling the Gorean countryside near your city. It is a relaxing feeling to not be on the lookout for attackers from Cos!” I responded, appreciating the peaceful moment.

The Lady Scribe pondered my words and nodded. “I expect they are indeed pleased. It’s a exquisite place. What brings you here today, sir? If I can help, I will do my best.”

“I am a field scribe, detailed by my senior scribe to explore the situation with the supposed increase in Dar-Kosis along the Vosk River basin. My draft tarn took a hard left turn last night and, well… here I am in the middle of a war!” I explained, chuckling at the irony of my situation. “The three moons of Gor apparently confused my tarn where she was flying. I am nowhere near the Vosk, I am afraid,” I added, shaking my head.

The Lady in green suggested, “Maybe you and your tarn need to rest for a week. We are on the Thassa, no idea how far away the Vosk is. We have many shops and delights here in the city.”

Lady Scribe introduced herself. “I am too a scribe, sir.”

“I am Arealius of the Scribes of Port Olni. Well met, fellow scribe! My subcastes are geography and history. Ironic since I am lost, isn’t it?” I said, smiling at the shared profession.

The Lady Scribe leaned forward, “Well, you have found yourself lost in a nice place. Good food and good people, what more could one want?”

“Peace?” I answered perhaps a little too quickly. 

The Lady in green ignored my comment and invited me to stay for the upcoming celebration in Olni. “Ooh, then you can stay here till a bunch of us travel to Olni for its 15-year celebration. I get to go haggle on the 19th with merchants from all over.”

“Yes! We are excited, having a great deal of fun with the preparations, led by our merchant caste,” I replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie.

The Lady Scribe smiled behind her veil. “Sounds like you will have much to do for the event. I hear it will be a sight to behold.”

The Lady in green added, “Yes, stay in the Dew Drop Inn, walk the streets, meet many of our fine free as they go about their day, enjoy the bakery. If you get hurt, we have the best infirmary around.”

“We are hoping. Fortunately, one of our merchants excels at organizing events. Her preparations and planning alone are impressive to witness! I am awed by her. Of course, it is said I am easy to impress,” I said, smiling wider.

The Lady Scribe nodded, “It sounds fabulous. I hope to hear of the tales of the impressive event.”

“May I approach you, lady scribe?” I asked, reaching into my satchel and pulling out a rolled scroll.

The Lady Scribe hesitated but then nodded. “Yes, sir, you may.”

I handed a scroll to each of the freewomen that was a copy of past entries in my travel journal,. “There you are! I am a writer too!” I smiled at the seated fellow scribe.

The Lady in green’s guard, Kenny, watched me carefully but relaxed upon seeing the scrolls. “Good morning, The second lady in green,” she greeted another woman.

The Lady Scribe gently took the scroll. “Most kind, sir. Thank you.” She unrolled it and scanned the words. “I shall show this to my stepfather too.”

I nodded to the new arrival. “Excellent. I have found as a traveling scribe transparency is a wise move on my part, and of course, in line with our code,” I said to the seated scribe.

The second lady in green who seemed tired greeted us, “Good morning, sir.”

The Lady Scribe smiled as she slipped the scroll into her shoulder satchel. “Ah yes, I have done a fair bit of traveling myself. It is a passion, one I am sorry to say may well have ended for now because of the war.”

“Well met, lady. Pardon me, but why would your traveling end when your passion clearly has not?” I asked.

The Lady Scribe inclined her head to The second lady in green. “Tal, lady. Hope you are well today.” She turned back to me and shook her head. “Well… I am not to leave here for now under the instruction of my stepfather,” she said, neglecting to go into details.

“Ah… the dispute with…Cos? I was warned to stay clear of tarnsmen patrols as I neared the Tamber Gulf,” I said.

The lady in green explained, “Sometimes a family desires its children to come home or time to work or focus on studies, sir.”

“Yes, of course, and I know that not all scribes seek knowledge outside their home stone walls… but our code calls for continual learning…” I looked at the seated scribe. “Does it not?”

The Lady Scribe looked at me and nodded. “Ah yes, indeed it is a hunger for knowledge, is it not?” She seemed to enjoy the shared passion for learning.

The lady in green and Kenny stood behind, listening.

“I am curious, being a historian and geographer. I mean, the world changes so much so fast!” I exclaimed.

“My senior scribe has tasked me to research the recent spread of Dar-Kosis on the Vosk River. The cities of Sails and now Thentis have fallen victim to it this past season,” I explained. “As a historian, not as a physician obviously. Do either of you have thoughts on it?”

The Lady Scribe nodded, almost unable to contain her excitement. “Ooh yes, yes, it’s ever-changing. Much to learn and much to teach others.” She shuffled on her seat. “Do you teach too, sir? I think our youngsters need such traveled cast members to show them the knowledge we collate.” The talk of Dar-Kosis sent a shiver through her.

“No, no, I do not have the discipline to teach other scribes, lady scribe. I am what my senior scribe calls a field scribe because of my wanderlust. Personally,” I whispered, “I think she is keeping me as far from the scribe tower in Olni as she can.”

“Some call me Ar, or Ar the Sailor so as not to confuse me with the city. Although… I have been called glorious from time to time,” I added with a grin.

The lady in green responded oblivious to my frivolity, “Dar-Kosis… I did not know Thentis fell because of that, or I was not fully told. Word has not gotten to us on the Thassa of a spread, but we are always on the lookout for any symptoms, Ar.”

The Lady Scribe chuckled, “Ah, I see. Well, I am curious to see Olni. It’s been such a while since I was there. Maybe I will ask my stepfather if I can visit.” She nodded towards me and then stood. “Please excuse me, I am afraid I have a minor job to see to. It was very nice to meet you.” She dipped her head to the ladies. “Ladies, I will see you later.”

I smiled, almost chuckling that the freewoman had to leave after I explained my name. “Of course.”

I looked to the other freewomen. “You know that this season the Priest Kings chose many cities, entire cities for the Holy Affliction? Thentis was just the latest one, but Sais, one of our more economically stable cities, fell, as did ‘The Lost City’ in the Thentis mountains. And Lara… on the Olni River… so the senior scribe at Olni has me surveying the Vosk River Valley.”

“I was supposed to have gone to Turmus, your ally I believe… but my draft tarn got lost and I found myself here this morning as the sun rose,” I explained.

The second lady in green reassured me although with doubt in her eyes, “Well, you found a city, so that is good.”

The first lady in green suggested, “Well, you can sit and relax. I know Snow is cooking breakfast in the Inn and has a pot of tea brewing. She makes a mean tarsk sausage gravy over biscuits.”

Then the morning routine of running for cover shattered our pleasant conversation as the warnings rang out of an incoming barrage of ballista missile fire from the Cosian fleet sending us all running in different directions.