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Dear Readers, I thank you all humbly from the bottom of my heart for reading my short snippets of the way my character sees life on Gor. All of you are awesome! Please feel free to leave comments if you choose. All my Love...Elizabeth
Elizabeth, a Physician of the High Caste in the mighty city of Ar, stood poised on the brink of an abyss, both literal and metaphorical. The cold morning air of Gor, usually crisp and invigorating, seemed thick with an invisible menace here, at the periphery of the city's refuse grounds. Her assignment, delivered with the terse efficiency of the Caste Council, was grim: attend to injuries in th…
The scent of damp earth and ancient pine needles filled Elizabeth’s lungs, a familiar comfort despite the looming shadow of the Iron Peaks. She was miles from any settlement, deep within the tangled embrace of the Serpentwood, on a routine expedition to gather samples of the elusive moon-thistle, when the faint, guttural groans reached her. They were ragged, desperate, carrying on the thin, col…
The world had, for the past six months, largely condensed itself into the soft glow of a nightlight, the rhythmic hum of a white noise machine, and the reassuring weight of Elana in my arms. My days were a ballet of feeds, changes, and endless, adoring gazes at her impossibly perfect face. It was beautiful, all-consuming, and sometimes, a little claustrophobic. I loved every second of being a…
The scent of drying desert herbs, a faint undercurrent of surgical spirits, and the earthy tang of Gorean clay permeated my healing chambers. It was a familiar symphony, the backdrop to a life I had chosen, a life I loved. Yet, even amidst the comfort of my work, a hollow echo persisted, a silent testament to the absence of one man. Alexander. My Alexander. The Builder. The midday sun, cast l…
I found myself in the near-lawless city of Port Kar, on the shores of the shallow Tamber Gulf where a promise of long ago was to be fulfilled. My oath was to heal life itself, regardless of who bore it. The clinic I was given for my temporary stay of check ups, was by request of a Merchant friend of mine, it was a modest affair of sun-baked mud brick and woven mats, which stood a little…