Wanderings of a Sailor (Of Gor)

  This Gorean Fan Fiction was generated using 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 A Se’Var Night’s Tale By Arealius the Sailor, Scribe of the Port Olni Caste 10th Day of Se'Var - The Second Resting, Year 10,174 Contasta Ar In Port Olni, where the sun dipped low, Arealius, a scribe, his tales would show. Se'Var's night, the longest of the year, A time for reflection, and memories so dear. He huddled in his shop, quill in hand, Paintings and scrolls, his stories to stand. But then, a chill ran down his spine, The room faded, and a figure divine. Korus, a warrior, with leather and steel, Emblazoned with the Priest Kings' seal. "Greetings, old scribe," his voice so low, "Tonight, we revisit your past, don't you know." With a wave of his hand, the room did spin, Arealius transported, his yo...

  This Gorean Fan Fiction was generated using 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 One Wintery Night in Torvaldsland by Arealius the Sailor, Scribe of Port Olni In the land of Torvaldsland, where Vikings did stray, There stood a village, Iron Hall, in a most precarious way. High Jarl Bayne, with beard so bright, Led the villagers, through the dark of night. Their homes were wooden, with thatch on the roof so fine, But danger lurked nearby, in a most dreadful shrine. The Kur, oh the Kur, with fur so dark and bright, Tool-using apes, with appetites, most frightful in sight. They'd creep and they'd crawl, with eyes so sly, Seeking bosk and verr, to satisfy their carnivore's sigh. And sometimes, oh my! they'd snatch a villager too, A tasty morsel, for their dreadful crew. High Jarl Bayne, with axe in hand so bold,...