The Ven Depression...
In Totenburg the Lutherists rule...
The Ven Capital is not Rotenburg but Ottersberg
Wümmeleute - Ven People
Ven People
2013 pheed.com/asheraXonline
Jagdszenen aus der Wümmeniederung - Hunting Scenes from the Ven Depression
Oh du lieber Augustin, Augustin, Augustin, alles ist hin!
Meanwhile I reached the positions of Miri Regev or Ayelet Shaked...
I had no problems to shoot them
What is it my problem if some do not get what indviduation means? I did not cause this dilemma
Stupid zombie breed, finally the effect is some kind of World War Z
Uma Soona Panthers 2013 pheed.com/asheraXonline
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Market of Semris, at the border of Ven Highlands and Schendi, where the University of Gor is located, belongs to the Dominion of Corcyrus
Ottersberg would be Port Ven, Rotenburg rather Rarir
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Alyena von Corcyrus
- Asha of Gor -
Lara war eine schöne Stadt. An der Innenseite der Stadtmauer, die zur Flussseite hin offen war, verlief ein Schlangenrelief so, dass der Kopf den Schwanz nie beissen konnte. Allein ein flutender Sonnenuntergang, der die Wiese am Fluss und die kleine vorgelagerte Liebesinsel in ein tiefes Rot tauchen konnte, vermochte es, eine kurzweilige Verbindung herzustellen.
Zur Ostseite hin war das große Stadttor, und hier traf sich tagsüber in fliegendem Wechsel alles, was Rang und Namen oder gerade nichts zu tun hatte. Krieger, freie Frauen, Händler, Spione, Poeten und Sklaven beider Geschlechter. In der Mittagshitze des Sommers bot der Torbogen Schatten und wohlwollende Masters und Mistresses zogen ihre Sklaven näher zu sich. Waldland erstreckte sich auf der anderen Seite. Der gepflasterte Handelsweg begann am Stadtgraben und verlor sich in der Ferne in einem Geäst sandiger Abzweigungen, die zum Teil in Stammesgebiete führten.
Waren wurden im Flusshafen auf Karren geladen und in der Stadt gelagert - manche auch bearbeitet - oder zum Stadttor weiter transportiert. Jäger brachten ihre Felle ans Stadttor und feilschten bis ihnen Einlass gewährt und sie ihre Kehlen in der Taverne kühlen durften. Einmal im Monat war Markt und großes Geschrei, arme Bauern haderten um jeden Copper, doch dies konnte auch die Preise zerstören. Und einmal im Jahr war Jahrmarkt und die gesellschaftliche Ordnung wurde auf den Kopf gestellt.
Der grösste aller Flusssegler, die Shadow Walker, Heimathafen City of Lara, legte gerade an den Docks an, als meine Mutter fast eine Sturzgeburt hatte. Eine sie übermannende Übelkeit hatte sie in den Winkel links in der Stadtmauer getrieben, den die Krieger zum urinieren nutzten. Sie wurde beim Morgenschwatz im Torbogen vermisst, und ihre Mädchen fanden sie kauernd vor.
"Verdammter Bosk!", fluchte Lady Yesica, Stadtärztin von Lara, als helfende Hände ihr unter die Arme griffen und sie zur Infirmary bugsierten: "Ich stinke nach Ochsenpisse! Raus der Robe, aber schnell!"
"Yes, my Mistress", sagte Kitten und sprach damit auch für die anderen zwei, da sie First Girl war.
It was about En-Kara, somewhen in late summer, what month soever, maybe Bakah, the peasants brought the harvest in, the 7th day, shortly after the Waiting Hand. The Wagon People moved to Turia.
Gorean is not really English. It is called "The Language". Old Gorean pronounciation resembles rather a German, the "umlauts" are known, the "ü-sang" still exists in some regions, maybe Anglo-Norman roots, but also Russian, Egyptian, French, Sanskrit, Swaheli, Old Hebrew, Saxon Jiddish. Sometimes I speak German, and this even more since some unknown fate transported me to this Planet of the Flatworms through the North-West-Passage as I assume, reversing the way Matthew Cabot might have taken once to reach Gor, the so-called Counter-Earth. I was trained as Infirmary Girl, as Healer Kajira, but had the freedom to use the library at home and also the big one in the City, and the archive, known as the Library of Nasreen.
In the city library hall was a mechanical model of Gor, a revolving planet, a ball, consisting of two mirroring halves, and three moons circulating in some orbit, hold in place with thin steel threads. Only one of these moons was named I got out, studying the scrolls, they called it Prison Moon. I often went there when I felt sleepy, first kneeling on the library carpet, watching the model, then falling aside, using the rotations as some kind of self-hypnosis.
I was born as Baby Eleanor this very day, a little violet, a shrinkled something, not yet unfolded, father unknown, my mother hardly had labours, I plopped out like a cork.
"You have blue eyes!", she shouted, "I wanted them brown!"
"Malaika!", she hollered, "Bring this vessel with the afterbirth to the City Sleen! The baby I keep!"
Blingie was a strange being, a wild beast of Gor. Later I should learn to know her better, when I was ordered to clean her cage, more like some zoo areal close to the city place, with shrubbery and a paved path around. And here my placenta and the umbilical cord went and found a heartly welcome.
As I learned I had a brother and an older sister, a younger one came later, and was given away young age. It saddened me. Two additional boys were slaves, and several girls too, who I learned to call brothers and sisters.
I was not often called Eleanor but mostly Xixi or Peenut. That I was almost delivered where the warriors used to pee was not the only reason.I peed often and almost everywhere, strolling with the giannies in the city, the Gorean variance of cats on earth. Not that I always must have peed, I simply liked it - like the giannies.
Until the age of fourteen or sixteen children have a lot of freedom on Gor, no matter those of Free Persons or the ones of slaves. But in the huge cities, like Lara, they were are watched by the Magistrate and the Green Caste who decided what had to happen with them, according to their individual development.
My family was of Alar origin. Alars were the Wagon People tribe of the North of Gor whose traces did not get lost in the plains or the woodlands but in the free city states. Nowadays no consistent Alar tribe exists anymore, most Alars were enslaved, the women seen as valuable Kajirae, the men as fierce Warriors. Alars are related to a tribe once known on earth as Alani, Alans, or Harans. The legend goes that Iscah Haran, sister of Milcah, is the founding mother of the tribe, abducted to Gor some day in Tibet, where she roamed the region as Usha Uma Soona, the Amazon Queen, remembered as the Spring Queen. That she vanished without trace in some vessel in the sky, is told in Tibet. That the only thing she left was a chest with books. It was about the time, it is told, when the sweet water sources were free of ice again, and when the flowers just opened their blossoms.
My mother moved from the City of Sais to Lara City where she got the job of the Chief Physician, and chose Lara as her Home Stone. Relatives lived spread all over Gor, but some relative nexus was Grandma, who had a Kajira School, and cousin Festus...
(Last Edit AV-HP 5/30 2018 txt)
In Totenburg the Lutherists rule...
The Ven Capital is not Rotenburg but Ottersberg
Wümmeleute - Ven People
Ven People
2013 pheed.com/asheraXonlineJagdszenen aus der Wümmeniederung - Hunting Scenes from the Ven Depression
Oh du lieber Augustin, Augustin, Augustin, alles ist hin!
Meanwhile I reached the positions of Miri Regev or Ayelet Shaked...
I had no problems to shoot them
What is it my problem if some do not get what indviduation means? I did not cause this dilemma
Stupid zombie breed, finally the effect is some kind of World War Z
Uma Soona Panthers
2013 pheed.com/asheraXonline-----------
Market of Semris, at the border of Ven Highlands and Schendi, where the University of Gor is located, belongs to the Dominion of Corcyrus
Ottersberg would be Port Ven, Rotenburg rather Rarir
-----------
Alyena von Corcyrus
- Asha of Gor -
Lara war eine schöne Stadt. An der Innenseite der Stadtmauer, die zur Flussseite hin offen war, verlief ein Schlangenrelief so, dass der Kopf den Schwanz nie beissen konnte. Allein ein flutender Sonnenuntergang, der die Wiese am Fluss und die kleine vorgelagerte Liebesinsel in ein tiefes Rot tauchen konnte, vermochte es, eine kurzweilige Verbindung herzustellen.
Zur Ostseite hin war das große Stadttor, und hier traf sich tagsüber in fliegendem Wechsel alles, was Rang und Namen oder gerade nichts zu tun hatte. Krieger, freie Frauen, Händler, Spione, Poeten und Sklaven beider Geschlechter. In der Mittagshitze des Sommers bot der Torbogen Schatten und wohlwollende Masters und Mistresses zogen ihre Sklaven näher zu sich. Waldland erstreckte sich auf der anderen Seite. Der gepflasterte Handelsweg begann am Stadtgraben und verlor sich in der Ferne in einem Geäst sandiger Abzweigungen, die zum Teil in Stammesgebiete führten.
Waren wurden im Flusshafen auf Karren geladen und in der Stadt gelagert - manche auch bearbeitet - oder zum Stadttor weiter transportiert. Jäger brachten ihre Felle ans Stadttor und feilschten bis ihnen Einlass gewährt und sie ihre Kehlen in der Taverne kühlen durften. Einmal im Monat war Markt und großes Geschrei, arme Bauern haderten um jeden Copper, doch dies konnte auch die Preise zerstören. Und einmal im Jahr war Jahrmarkt und die gesellschaftliche Ordnung wurde auf den Kopf gestellt.
Der grösste aller Flusssegler, die Shadow Walker, Heimathafen City of Lara, legte gerade an den Docks an, als meine Mutter fast eine Sturzgeburt hatte. Eine sie übermannende Übelkeit hatte sie in den Winkel links in der Stadtmauer getrieben, den die Krieger zum urinieren nutzten. Sie wurde beim Morgenschwatz im Torbogen vermisst, und ihre Mädchen fanden sie kauernd vor.
"Verdammter Bosk!", fluchte Lady Yesica, Stadtärztin von Lara, als helfende Hände ihr unter die Arme griffen und sie zur Infirmary bugsierten: "Ich stinke nach Ochsenpisse! Raus der Robe, aber schnell!"
"Yes, my Mistress", sagte Kitten und sprach damit auch für die anderen zwei, da sie First Girl war.
It was about En-Kara, somewhen in late summer, what month soever, maybe Bakah, the peasants brought the harvest in, the 7th day, shortly after the Waiting Hand. The Wagon People moved to Turia.
Gorean is not really English. It is called "The Language". Old Gorean pronounciation resembles rather a German, the "umlauts" are known, the "ü-sang" still exists in some regions, maybe Anglo-Norman roots, but also Russian, Egyptian, French, Sanskrit, Swaheli, Old Hebrew, Saxon Jiddish. Sometimes I speak German, and this even more since some unknown fate transported me to this Planet of the Flatworms through the North-West-Passage as I assume, reversing the way Matthew Cabot might have taken once to reach Gor, the so-called Counter-Earth. I was trained as Infirmary Girl, as Healer Kajira, but had the freedom to use the library at home and also the big one in the City, and the archive, known as the Library of Nasreen.
In the city library hall was a mechanical model of Gor, a revolving planet, a ball, consisting of two mirroring halves, and three moons circulating in some orbit, hold in place with thin steel threads. Only one of these moons was named I got out, studying the scrolls, they called it Prison Moon. I often went there when I felt sleepy, first kneeling on the library carpet, watching the model, then falling aside, using the rotations as some kind of self-hypnosis.
I was born as Baby Eleanor this very day, a little violet, a shrinkled something, not yet unfolded, father unknown, my mother hardly had labours, I plopped out like a cork.
"You have blue eyes!", she shouted, "I wanted them brown!"
"Malaika!", she hollered, "Bring this vessel with the afterbirth to the City Sleen! The baby I keep!"
Blingie was a strange being, a wild beast of Gor. Later I should learn to know her better, when I was ordered to clean her cage, more like some zoo areal close to the city place, with shrubbery and a paved path around. And here my placenta and the umbilical cord went and found a heartly welcome.
As I learned I had a brother and an older sister, a younger one came later, and was given away young age. It saddened me. Two additional boys were slaves, and several girls too, who I learned to call brothers and sisters.
I was not often called Eleanor but mostly Xixi or Peenut. That I was almost delivered where the warriors used to pee was not the only reason.I peed often and almost everywhere, strolling with the giannies in the city, the Gorean variance of cats on earth. Not that I always must have peed, I simply liked it - like the giannies.
Until the age of fourteen or sixteen children have a lot of freedom on Gor, no matter those of Free Persons or the ones of slaves. But in the huge cities, like Lara, they were are watched by the Magistrate and the Green Caste who decided what had to happen with them, according to their individual development.
My family was of Alar origin. Alars were the Wagon People tribe of the North of Gor whose traces did not get lost in the plains or the woodlands but in the free city states. Nowadays no consistent Alar tribe exists anymore, most Alars were enslaved, the women seen as valuable Kajirae, the men as fierce Warriors. Alars are related to a tribe once known on earth as Alani, Alans, or Harans. The legend goes that Iscah Haran, sister of Milcah, is the founding mother of the tribe, abducted to Gor some day in Tibet, where she roamed the region as Usha Uma Soona, the Amazon Queen, remembered as the Spring Queen. That she vanished without trace in some vessel in the sky, is told in Tibet. That the only thing she left was a chest with books. It was about the time, it is told, when the sweet water sources were free of ice again, and when the flowers just opened their blossoms.
My mother moved from the City of Sais to Lara City where she got the job of the Chief Physician, and chose Lara as her Home Stone. Relatives lived spread all over Gor, but some relative nexus was Grandma, who had a Kajira School, and cousin Festus...
(Last Edit AV-HP 5/30 2018 txt)
