-=From the Quill of The Late Ubar Strachan Aciar=-
Welcome to Tancreds Landing, also called Tancreds
Fjord.
As you enter either by land over the Mountains that surround us, the thin Gorean air that we breath or by way of the
Vosk River, you are greeted by the Landing Guards and escorted into the Fjord. If your perception is keen you will note you are situated on three sides by
mountains. To one side, the Sardar, to the other the mountains that keep Thentis safe, beyond that is the Vosk River or the Voltai Mountains. The mountains
of Tharna can be seen past the river's horizon thrusting upward to the tri-moons of Gor. The scent of tarn, bosk, sleen and kailla brought to your senses as
you quickly scope out your whereabouts. Meals are being prepared at the central fire and carried to the dais or the main tavern for feasting. You took note
and heard by rumor on your travels that Iskander and Lara are not far up or down River. Do you run...or do you follow the Guards? A large hand makes your
decision and grasps your shoulder, pushing you forward and into Tancred's Landing and over to the High Jarl's Dais, where you are held until ordered otherwise.
The sounds and images of dancing slaves and bond maids, a clash of metals come thundering over along the edge of the spar pit to take your attention, but for
only a brief instant. A large, daunting image catches the corner of your eye and your head snaps around seeing the High Jarl, Skald approach and sit
upon his mound of furs, his hands rest at girth, his stabbing eyes lock onto yours, his booming voice asks just once...
"What is your business in my Landing?"
Your senses quick to reflect this simple question and you reply. "What is this place?" His face curved to a darken grin as he begins to explain. We
are Traders in this land of Gor. We buy and sell just about anything. His right hand lifts to point to the slave auction area, then moves to the tavern built
along the river, then points to the bath house and he inhales long and deep "I am Skald, High Jarl and this is My Stone, My blood, My honor and My gold.
The steel is what keeps it so" he grins and waits upon your questions. You begin to ask about slaves, stones, bartering...some agreements are being made and
a slave gets sold off in the corner of the Landing. A yell explodes and the contract is signed and payment made. His voice asks "What do you know of Gor?"
and you reply as to the truth of what you are.
He explains further, "that a Free Woman will be collared, captured and or caged unless she has prior invitation or a LEGAL Escort, slaves owned or not are
caged and possibly collared at the desire of the Fjord, the High Jarl, the First, the Second...OR ANY Tancred's Landing Free Man member". He continues, "Free Men
can enter and bargain any time of the day or night. Their needs of pleasure can be fulfilled if the price is right. A slave may be asked, a serve may be
done for paid for pleasures of those Free Men who enter".
By now your head and thoughts have given way to a relaxed feeling, and your eyes take in the Stone and its happenings.
Once more you ask of the Jarl "What are your people?" He replies in a calm eerie voice, leaning forward and smirks, both hands splaying outward as he
fans the whole town, then drops a sinister look back at you, " We are all people, Tancreds Landing has many wanderers that come here, some are Port, Wagon,
Town or City...any Stone is permitted, ""IF"" my rules are followed. I, myself along with most of my men---are Torvaldslanders. *EG* Once again the Jarl sits
back and observes his Fjord, he thinks of the leniancy he might offer you, then with a cold dark look, what you might think is a twinkle, his scarred eye
squints as He once again turns his full attention back to you, "You may visit for a count of 3 out of 7 days, upon which you will be asked your choice of
staying or to be on your way. If you stay, you are tested. If you wish to leave, you may do so.
Your own eyes flicker and think of this offer and you agree to stay the days and observe this Fjord. The Guards then remove you from in front of the
dais and show you to your quarters, a guest cabin and the Jarl's day begins.
There will be NO DUALING in my home of any kind, if you own a name on Gor USE IT, OR stay home. Do not remove the one name you
came in with to have another and lie to me of WHO YOU CLAIM to be. Your neck and life will depend on it.
Tancred's Landing cares nothing of your past when you enter here, your new life begins, the past is forgotten as long as you have
learned the old ways did not work and you are willing to follow ours.
Welcome to Tancred's Landing.
Enjoy your stay and when you wish your leave
Go in peace, or by the City of Dust
May Odin Guide you.