I leave Ven'dara on my tarn, the sky is gray with clouds. Pointing the tarn towards  Turia, Where my Father has passed . Arriving in time for the Ceremony.    This is the full rite as an Initiate   The body is laid on the pyre, sword unsheathed at his side, shield at his feet, his scarlet Caste colors about him. He faces the Sardar, to the north. All Free Men...

The Hall falls silent. The long fire pit down the center crackles, smoke rising to the blackened beams.  On the stone hearth a whole tarsk turns, fat dripping. Platters are already laid - seared bosk steak, sul porridge, black bread, yellow Turian cheese, bowls of olives and sliced larma. A skin of paga and a pitcher of ka-la-na wait at the high seat. The guard at the door strikes his...

I am making a plea to everyone out there. I know Gor was at one time a great lifestyle . I am the owner of Ven'dara. It is time to let bygones be bygones. Throw all the disagreements out,and start over. I am hoping to make Ven'dara a prosperous City again . Looking for merchants, a scribe, warriors, builders, and Physicians. All are welcome. The Scribe postion has been Filled . 

 I have stepped up to be the head of Ven'dara for the foreseeable future, if I can be assistance to you in any way, don't hesitate to ask.