Old School Gorean Roleplay

Gor is gone.

ṡḧïṛïṅḷöẅ, I cant vouch for all "old school Goreans", however there are a few of us still around, on the odd occasion. It is true that some have lost interest in role play and of course real life has a way of stealing leisure time, along with different time zones adding to the challenge. Many have moved on to other interests for various reasons. I suggest, that if you are serious about returning to Gor, you could make a request to visit one of the Homes & offer your services. I wish you well.

Gor isn't gone., Its just not as much fun for a lot of us "old schoolers"; the people lots of us like to see would like to see and spend time with are doing other things and other places. Gor is what you make of it and how you play it. have fun and May the Force be with you.

May the fourth be with You too Warrior

Lots of us are dead, too. "Old school" folks were up in years back then, too. There's plenty of dead folks that 'played back then that aren't around now. And then there's the drama that some people kept alive, or started just to get attention, or make someone else look bad so they could look good. Most of us don't really want to deal with that sort of garbage. Much of the time if a room's open it only has one or two people in it, and that gets...well, awkward, fast.

If you see an "old schooler", you're looking at a tired older person. Their first instincts are wariness, suspicion, perhaps an inclination to X out of the room because of a bad feeling, even though nothing's wrong. Most of the time they never actually enter, thinking they'll see something that'll disagree with what they "stood by for long years and were trained to do/be", blah blah. They'd be right, too. Today isn't the same as yesterday.

There's maybe a handful left of us. That old geezer in Ven'dara, that addle-pated guy in Olni, that guy who would get mad if you spelled his name "Thiefy", and a ruggedly handsome guy with a big house-wagon that dresses up in a white outfit and a matching hat because of a damn good sense of style. And some woman that occasionally hangs out with him because reasons. And maybe a slave too if she's still alive. One never knows when that wagon'll show up.....promise free shinies, and maybe....

it is nice to see some of the old schoolers still around.

I ain't old. I'm......fack, I'm old. Shut up.

I'm still here just hiding out in the marshes where chaotic heathens can't cause no troubles.... Mostly

Deletes the comment bout old folks after thinkin better of it likin my head placed on my shoulders, not a post, pretty as that would be

Chained to a bedpost, perhaps. Or forced to do the most horrendous of things....laundry.

Dalamar ... I'm just going to ....

Yes? Is there something I can help you with, dearest to me of all free wimmens? I would do (almost) *anything* you ask.

After all, you're so nice, kind and would never do anything that'd cause a disturbance or distress.

Always known for your kind, helpful nature, and wouldn't even kick a puppy....while someone's looking anyway.

I don't even have to put sugar in my drinks, i merely have to ask you to stir it with your finger, you're so sweet.

Gentle, and kind and....stuff. Stuff. Yeah. What I said about...stuff.

*lifts a brow* did you get into the spiced wine again ? Did you find my stash of kanda ? Since when am I gentle and , dare I say *cough* sweet? And by the way what happened to my good leathers ? Don't make me search you ...again

My dearest, I have absolutely nothing to hide. Except my chocolate. You know i don't drink wine, and i avoid kanda whenever possible. And what would I do with your leathers, except perhaps take pleasure in them being in the best place possible...on the floor where they'd look best. But if you really want an excuse to put hands on me in a "search", then feel free. You might be amazed, at what you find.