The Wonderful World of Sais

"This town is part of the Vosk League. It is located west of Ar's Station, Jort's Ferry, Point Alfred, Jasmine, and Siba." - angelfire.com on Sais.

It's safe to say that Sais isn't like ANY other city that I've visited so far. Sais, is very much a very by-the-book sim, but at the same time treats it's people very, very well. Everyone from the red caste to the red silk is treated with respect and care. This is probably the first time that I've actually understood why a by-the-book sim is preferred by so many. The honor, the pride, the glory of the village filled the pixelated air. It is the first city that I've come across along the Vosk River that hasn't been taken over by pirates, panthers, outlaws or mercenaries. I was warned that Sais wasn't going to be an easy stay, and in order to keep myself safe I had to tell quite a few lies, this included my name, homestone and caste. Two of which I don't even posess. When I first came to Sais there were a set of men there, eager to greet me. One of the men escorted me into the city and set me up with a kajira tour guide (a lovely kajira.) When I first asked about lodging, I was under the impression that the inn was in the tavern, as so many things are. We discussed what would be of me, back and forth a few times before he insisted that my drinks and lodging were on his tab. For his generosity I owed to him a salve which I sent with the kajira before I went to bed, (logged off.)

I was given a tour by the pretty kajira. She showed me the village, the bakery, the various places where the castes practice and the residental area. What I found especially interesting was the tavern. There are very strict rules, as not only are unescorted freewomen not allowed to enter, but white silk slaves are also forbidden to enter. I was VERY VERY impressed, and pleased that white silk kajiras were so well protected. :) We finally ended our tour at the infirmary, where the inn is actually located. Since the kajira wasn't entirely sure how to get into the inn, we stopped and talked to the neighborhood scribe. This was where the majority of lying took place. While I am a merchant of sorts, and I do live in walking distance of Corcyrus it is not my homestone, nor is the gold and white caste mine. As I was wearing a green colored dress he asked me if I was of caste. When I told him no, he told me that it wasn't anything a bit of studying wouldn't fix. I then told him my secret Gorean ambition on second life... and that would be... that if I were to pick a caste... I'd be.. A LAWYER!

*GASP!*

He then told me that there is a training academy called the Gorean Legal Academy. OOC, I immediately joined their group and dropped my jaw. Guess where I'm gonna get my education on! You guessed GLA? You guessed right! I wonder if talunas have lawyers... :) (Probably not, as they are basically ex-slaves living as outlaws.) Regardless it can't hurt to look into it, right? Shortly after the friendly scribe added me as a friend and I prayed to God he would still think I was a worthy person to converse with after he saw my profile, (Which mind you, explains that I am NOT a pretty freewoman merchant from Corcyrus, and that I actually go by my username, "Valleri.") Last night ended with my stripping down to my underwear, (Which definately looks like kajira clothing, as it's just a corset and panties) and snuggling into my nice big bed. My first day in Sais was wonderful. I was hopeful that it would be just as lovely in the morning... and it was. :)

In the morning I headed out to the women's pavilion (a lovely, and MUCH less misogynist alternative to the tavern. My feminist self didn't enjoy the segregation, but very much enjoyed that I didn't have to listen to men drool over kajiras. There I met a recently freed ex-slave who was mourning the lost of her lover. It was sortly after that in which I decided it was time for an RL swim and a gri'lled cheese sandwich. When I signed back on, I shocked to see that there was a kajira who I had met earlier who was down to 25% health with a rock drawn. I looked to my left and low-and-behold the tavern was on fire. The kajira and I did our best to put out the flames, roleplaying carrying heavy buckets of water into the tavern and doucing the flames over crunchy arrowheads. There must have been a massive raid before I woke up because the lag was rediculous. When we were finished putting out the fire the sim called for a restart. That was when I roleplayed walking to the gate and leaving, as there was no way I was going to be able to actually, really leave in 60 seconds.

Overall, my stay in Sais was lovely. I wish that more Gorean sims could be as wonderful as this sim was. They were honorable, respectful, classy even. And, as close to the books as someone could realistically get. The people are so friendly from the red castes (which I usually fear and hate) to the freewomen and even the kajriae! I highly suggest a visit, and if your own sim recently folded, that you check out this place - as it's awesome! :)

Valleri's Rating of Win: ********** (out of ten of course.)

- Valleri


**Image belongs to jozie.net/gor

Gor on a rainy day.

This post isn't actually about the combination of playing Gor as it rains outside on Earth; it's about reflecting on Gor while listening to rainymood.com and some very relaxing, reflective jazz music. Yes, I know what the jazz is all about, thank you, Bill Cosby.

Gor seems to be getting progressively worse on the whole. The death toll rises. People have sunk into using the Capture, Rape, Release as a standard rather than something to be avoided. BDSMers have snuck in everywhere, and kajirii wander about looking for a tribe to take them, rape them, and let them go rather than actually do any service (yes, this has happened in my sim as I'm sure it has in others).

But at the same time, those who are committed to the roleplay, to building story arcs, to developing characters and places and livelihoods of fictional beings, continue to get better at their wordcraft and their, well, artform. More dynamic, interesting ideas continue to pour into Gor. People are more and more often using the books as inspiration rather than a bible. I saw someone with eyeglasses on, for instance, which in some places would have caused an uproar, but Gor had sand, had metals to make frames, and the Eastern Plains have magnifying glasses and microscopes, so...why not?

It's really two sides of a coin with Gor, so far, but as the good keeps getting better, I have hope for our roleplay community. Hopefully, more people will go to heads, instead of always seeking tail.

~jaem

Valleri's Trip to Corcyrus

"This is a city southwest of Ar, which until recently was ruled by a Tatrix, Sheila of Corcyrus. She was deposed for her tyranny,and after a lengthy war, the fortunes of the city are again on the rise. This city is similar to any of the walled city-states of ancient Earth Greece." - jozie.net on Corcyrus

On Saturday night, for a personal reason, I have decided to take a sabbatical to the great unknown... to Valleri at least. As I make my way around Gor I will be updating with what I find. Today I will be talking about Corcyrus, which I visited yesterday.

Corcyrus is a city, which from what I understand, used to be a giant, booming by-the-book sim. Yesterday when I visited that wasn't the case. The entire time that I was in the sim there were about ten people who were online at a time. All mercenaries and slaves, granted they weren't bad guys. Pretty cool. When I originally came to Corcyrus I stumbled on their camp which is adjacent to the city. From what I understand, Corcyrus actually employs the Blackbird Mercenaries to protect the city, so everyone's cool. And Lake Ias, (where my camp resides) has a truce with Corcyrus, so I wasn't worried about getting shot up when I met them. One of the mercenaries, who's name I don't remember anymore, escorted me to where I needed to be.


When I entered the city the only people who where in there were in the tavern. I had been there once before, visiting a freewoman who is now a panther. When I visited the first time women were not allowed into the tavern without an escort, however they were free to visit the tearoom. I couldn't find an inn from where I was standing so I asked a kajira if she knew where I could find the inn. She told me that to my left there was a tavern that I was free to stay in. "Are women free to enter the tavern, girl?" I asked her, questionably. She told me that she believed so, but she didn't seem entirely sure. Shortly after, another kajira came to my side and asked me if she might be of service. She told me that the inn was above the tavern, and what she said after that was a bit confusing. She made it sound like I couldn't enter the inn without an invite to go to the tavern. This was made clear by a female outlaw, who's name I never caught who assured me that all are welcome in the tavern and asked the girl to show me to my room.

I spent the rest of the night roleplaying by myself, making plans to go where I am visiting today. I signed off when Jaem was ready to go to bed, IRL. This morning when I signed in I put my pretty dress on and got ready to head out to today's destination (which you wont know until tomorrow!) On the way out the door I asked a kajirus to let me out. I don't think he realized that I had asked a question, as he asked me if there was any way he could serve me. This boy, if I might add, was a kickass slave. In fact, I'm going to take a few seconds to tell you about the kickassery, so that more slaves might learn to be kick ass.

This kid didn't do the perma-kneel thing. You know, when your slave bobbles up and down every time they move because they're stuck in a kneeling pose. When I first saw him he was standing as he was talking to other slaves, and then it wasn't until he walked up to address me that he went into nadu. When I sat down to be served I told him I wanted cheese and larma juice. He made a few mistakes in his serves, but when he made it, he stood up. How practical! When I was ready to leave, the polite kid walked me to the ship, and (get this) released himself to walk with me! OMFG! I didn't get to tell him WHY I appreciated his service, but I gave him a peice of "hard candy for good slaves." I'm thinking I should start carrying around berries or something, sometimes "candy for good slaves" makes you feel a bit under appreciated when you do so well. I mean, at least Yata got a pastry.

All in all, my trip to Corcyrus wasn't a bad one. I wish more people would have been there to roleplay with but it wasn't a bad time. And those mercenaries were kind of cute, if I might say so. :)

**Image belongs to www.everlastingmyst.com

Valleri's Introduction!

Hi! My name is Valleri Xue. I'm going to guess that since this is my first blog, that if you're reading this chances are that you're one of my friends from Second Life, but on the off hand chance that you were directed here through one of my tags, I figure I might as well give you an introduction. :)

I was first brought to Gor when a strange blue light popped me from the line at the McDonald's to smack dab in the middle of Lake Ias. I wandered around aimlessly until I was spotted by a recently re-collared kajirus named Jaem. Jaem quickly informed his Mistresses, the Sa Sa'ng Fori taluna tribe, of my presence. Not knowing where I was, confused, and without a weapon of my own, I submitted to the tribe where I served as their kajira for the first month of my stay. While I was in bondage I quickly became friends with the kajirus who first spotted me. He taught me everything I knew about slavery, serving and even dancing.

While I was on my knees the Ens, as well as the talunas, saw that I wasn't made to be a slave and ordered me to construct a bow. For the second Earth month that I was in camp I was taught by my Mistresses how to shoot and, more importantly, how not to be shot. I even, on a rare occasion, went in disguise as a taluna to obtain my Mistresses freedom. My collar was finally removed by Ellia, who at the time was the En Bow. After many failed attempts, she found that I was quick enough with a bow to rise to my feet. She told me to burn my camisk and pray that I never felt the cold steel of a collar again... and I did exactly that, as I stood for the first time since coming to Gor.

I became a bambina (pledge) of the tribe, and I grew to understand the Gorean culture and the subcultures (and a few of the counter cultures) which lived on my new home. I also defended our camp, making a few trades with slavers and even collared my own slave. By the end of June 2010 I had advanced in the tribe as a full taluna. As such, Valleri now works to network and make friends and allies for herself and the tribe. She is also narcoleptic and is on a mission to make bosk burgers and sul fries.

I have a more descriptive backstory, but as most Goreans don't give a flying fuck about Earth we'll just start there, shall we? My role-play goes in a few different directions. I am not a by the book role-player; I believe that my role-play is organic, and fresh. It is a new story in the world of Gor, as I'm not re-inacting any of the "old scrolls" or pretending to be Tarl Cabot's neighbor. However, at the same time a story wouldn't be a story without a solid foundation. I try to make my role-play make sense for my character. For example, I don't particularly care to enslave women. As a taluna, I see women as being worth more than just collar hangers or sex objects. Women are worth more than the patriarchy that is Gorean society gives them credit for. This being said, I have NO problem collaring a man. This is because as a taluna I don't trust men, and as a feminist Earth woman, I find Gorean men to be... well, frankly, full of shit. Someone's got to knock them off their high kaissa, might as well be me! However, in the event that I met a slave girl who genuinely wished to serve me, and felt that serving was what she LOVED to do, I would by no means stop her.

Behind the keyboard, I am a twenty-one year old college student, studying theatre in the United States. When I'm not role-playing I enjoy binge drinking, over-eating, sleeping until 3 pm EST, collecting/trading/battling Pokemon cards, shopping for vintage clothing and anything that could have existed during the 60s or the 70s, collecting Monkees memorabilia and knitting. I'm a feminist hippie (yeaah, you wish I was trollin') who supports the Socialist Party, USA. As I mentioned before, I am in a real life relationship with Jaem, (Hikari Nirpaw.) And no, he's not my slave in real life... but sometimes it's fun to pretend. ;)

I that about sums it up for today. Jaem's turn to post next!