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The heat of Gor pressed down, a thick, suffocating blanket that shimmered above the swamplands near the city of Ar. My boots, made from the hide of some unfortunate kaiila, soft and water proof, as I carefully waded through the muck and mire, was far from civilized settlements, on a fool's errand perhaps, searching for a rare luminescent fungus rumored to possess potent healing properties – a…
The beginning of fall in Ven’dara is a wondrous time, the colors starting to percolate, the crispness in the air all a wonderful reminder of living life. And with that being said, before the weather turns too cold I decided it was time for the children of the Tri-Moons Orphanage to have some fun before the grey days ahead. …
The last rays of the tarnished sun, painted the rough-hewn timbers of my cottage in hues of bruised purple and angry orange. Inside, the air was warm with the scent of dried herbs and simmering broth, a comforting cocoon against the encroaching chill of the Gorean night. I was meticulously grinding roots for a poultice, the rhythmic scrape of pestle against mortar a familiar lullaby to my fo…
The morning mist of Ven'dara still clung to the cobblestones as I stepped from my carriage, the crisp air carrying the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth. My satchel, heavy with tinctures, salves, and my precious listening-crystal, thudded comfortably against my hip. Ahead stood the Orphanage of the Tri Moons, a sturdy, warm-colored edifice of local stone, its windows gleaming with a meticulou…
The summons arrives, as all edicts from the Priest Kings do, with an absence of flourish and an abundance of undeniable command. I was tending to a minor noble's fractured ulna, when a tall Elder Initiate, silent and swift, appears. His eyes, black beads in masked faces, convey the message before their guttural voices intone it. "The Nest requires your presence, Physician. An Initiate…
**The Silent Structures of My Soul** *14th day, Second Passage, Year of the Burning Sands* The lamp casts long, dancing shadows across the vellum, its light struggling against the encroaching darkness outside my small study. Another day closes in Gor, another cycle of sun and stars, and I, Elizabeth, Physician of Ar, find myself once more with quill in hand, pouring out the contents of a he…