domenica 29 settembre 2024

LA VERA STORIA DELL'EMIRO
1à parte


Il mio nome e Orlando, della famiglia el Nairad, la nostra stirpe millenaria vissuta come nomadi nel deserto per secoli, finche nostro padre il Pasha Darian el Nairad I*.
Lui si fermo in un oasi sconosciuta fuori la foresta di Shendi sulla via per la grande città di AR,  la famiglia era composta da nostra madre Shaila e da noi due figli, Darian II* ed io suo fratello minore Orlando, insieme ad altri componenti della famiglia con i propri cari, dediti alla pastorizia e alla vendita delle pelli e della lana dei Veer (pecore della Terra) il  mio nome  nostro padre lo prese leggendo le avventure di guerrieri scritte sui libri portati dal pianeta Terra.
   Dopo la distruzione dell'oasi da parte di Predoni del deserto insieme alle Talunes  che vivevano ai margini della foresta, noi piccoli incapaci di difenderci fummo messi in salvo da una schiava fedele, che nascondendoci in una cesta  si finse morta finche quando tutto fini, ci porto aggregandosi ad una carovana di beduini diretta a Shendi, arrivammo nella città di Korat, lei si presento all'Ubar pregandolo di accoglierci nella città dicendo  che noi piccoli eravamo i discendenti del Pasha Darian I*, lui prese a cuore la nostra storia e la fortunosa fuga e ci affido al suo costruttore di fiducia sir Mith Arliss, che con la sua compagna lady BB arliss, vivevano allora nella citta in crescita.
 
     Sir Mith ci affido al Notaio Scorbuticus, per avviarci verso la conoscenza degli scrivani, la nostra infanzia non fù molto felice, a quei tempi la citta di Korat una fortezza situata sul promontorio che si affacciava al porto di ship Rock, passavamo il tempo su quella torre dove il nostro tutore si perdeva tra mille pergamene  ricoperte di polvere, spiegandoci ogni volta nuove cose, ci insegno a leggere e scrivere, fare di conto e ci affidava piccole sempilci pratiche come fare contratti con mercanti o con capitani di navi.
 
      Intanto crescevamo, eravamo non più bambini ma ragazzi forti e coraggiosi, il sangue nomade del deserto ci rendeva duri, la nostra madre adottiva Lady BB, era entusiasta di noi, anche sir Mith che a dire il vero vedevamo poco, lui sempre impegnato in grandi costruzioni nella città e nel circondario, la fortewzza di Korat era piuttosto tetra e grigia le strade sempre deserte, l'unico posto vivibile era il palazzo dell'Ubar, ma non ci andavamo spesso, preferivamo scendere al porto di Ship Rock e ammirare le navi in arrivo e in partenza, oppure andare  al villaggio seguendo la strada dove molto pescatori seduti aspettavano le loro prede.
     Un giorno lady BB ci porto dal compagno. gli portavamo abiti puliti e cibo di scorta, fù una vera fortuna per che quel giorno la fortezza gragie a delle pantere infiltrandosi nella citta aprirono le porte secondarie  lasciando che la loro tribu di guerriere assaltassero il palazzo distruggendo l'intera città uccidendo la maggior parte della popolazione,  portando via con loro solo i bambini, le Pantere i bambini li usano come allieve le femmine e come procreatori e lavoratorei gli uomini schiavi.
  Si vedevano le fiamme alzarsi nel cielo sopra il promontorio, tutti corsero ai ripari, e molti scapparono verso la citta di Baku. anche sir Mith raccolse le poche cose che poteva e ci avviammo verso quella città costeggiando il mare, ma sulla strada incontrammo della gente che ci scondsiglio di arrivarci per che a Baku c'era il tifo e molti morivano,
 per fortuna c'erano dei mercanti diretti nel deserto che ci accolsero con loro e partimmo alla volta dell'ignoto per noi, senza casa e senza nient'altro che le nostre vite.
  
     La destinazione sarebbe stata AR, ma era in guerra con la città di Tor eterni rivali, quindi la carovana si inoltro verso sud east, finche non fummo in vista di una citta fortificata, un mercante che aveva una mappa ci disse di trattarsi di Cartassa, un fiore sbocciato nel grande deserto del Thahari, ci presentammo alle guardie come profughi e subito l'ubara a quei tempi lady Safina, ci accolse con onori essendo lady BB una grande Scriba e sir Mith uno dei più grandi costruttori del pianeta Gor, Io Orlando con Darian, dopo un po di tempo fummo mandati alla grande città di Olni, dove c'era la grande scuola per Scribi, diretta da lady Lucy Bronet, e da lady Janette Inglewood fu cosi che al campus di Olni studiammo qualche anno per diventare Scribi, magistrati e avvocati diventando gli allievi migliori della scuola, dopo le lauree, io presi il posto da Magistrato in Olni mentre Darian preferi tornare a Cartassa, voleva rivedere la nostra madre adottiva e il suo compagno sir Mith, fù un addio doloroso, ci promettemmo di incontrarci spesso, ma la vita ci riservava molte difficolta e non ci saremmo più rivisti, anche se ci ricinorrevamo di città in città, o nei villaggi nel nord.


   Ora sono qui seduto intorno a questo fuoco dove un vecchio mercante mi disse che avrebbe raccontato la storia del grande Darian L'Emiro. 

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sabato 28 settembre 2024

 Lady Athena (athenayiyi)



: C'era una volta un uomo del pianeta Gor.
Che ha vissuto una vita fantastica con le donne che adorava.
I suoi indumenti erano blu, prestigiosi e raffinati.
il suo carattere d'Onore, rispettoso e gentile.
Ha scritto molte storie delle vite condivise e delle città di gloria quando risiedeva lì...
Ha viaggiato da nord a est e da sud a ovest 
in incessante inseguimento, uno scriba goreano nella sua ricerca...
Viaggi di meraviglia  
Ha seguito ciò che sembrava impossibile...
Lo Scriba e la sua tavoletta dei sogni incantati...

martedì 27 agosto 2024

PROSSIMAMENTE..................

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lunedì 26 agosto 2024

 HEMBER KONDOR 

CLOSING OF THE EXHIBITION ''CHARACTERS''

Concert by singer Abby Jadov

Award ceremony of the poetry competition on the theme of the exhibition


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finally the time has come to fly to the land Serena Art Center, I will have the opportunity to see Vita Theas and Bella Allure again, who together with the great artist Hermes Kondor organized a great event that saw the participation of hundreds of people interested in art.

Bella & Hember
After greeting everyone including the Artist I saw the paintings on display again, captivating and hard to forget they marked a point in my heart.


Vita Theas was already there with her faithful Wolf. Bella too, but as usual she was going around welcoming people and greeting everyone.. Bella is tireless and is also a good manager.

VITA THEAS
Finally the concert began, a very good singer named Abby Jadov would perform on stage live with her guitar, it was a great surprise her melodies were captivating and retraced the best years of music.

ABBY JADOV
I looked around for some familiar face but there were too many people I couldn't recognize anyone, finally the Countess arrived, a great friend of ours, a writer who never misses the events, even if I take her precious time away very soon.

LADY HAIKU


At the end of the concert Mrs. Haiku, the first judge and a great world artist, was called on stage, and after a short introduction and a thank you from Sir Hember Kondor, they finally opened the envelopes with the names of the winners.

I never expected that I, Darian el Nairad, would win the first prize, with my poem in the competition. I was quite excited, when I went up on stage to receive the cash prize and the winner's certificate,

DARIAN el NAIRAD
Vita was also very happy about this, as an Italian I had perhaps made some spelling mistakes in translating into English but I had certainly hit the nail on the head and understood the true meaning of the exhibition.

I thank all those who participated and I thank the organization of the competition including sir Hermes Kondor, unfortunately my connection was not very happy, but on the other hand I was happy to have participated, I hope soon there will be new exhibitions because many love art and go with pleasure to the exhibitions of great artists



darianelnairad editor

domenica 18 agosto 2024

 new painting exhibition at ART CENTER

RAVEN ARCANA  PAINTING

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As soon as I received the invitation I flew to the Serena Art-Center space, where a nice surprise was waiting for me.


Already in the afternoon many people were standing at the entrance for the inauguration of the exhibition. Bella as usual was the host while Vita was busy on a trip.

RAVEN ARCANA Painter

My trip was long so I arrived a few minutes later, and the dancing had already started, the DJ was playing beautiful music while all around the dance floor there were the paintings on display,


I stopped on some really beautiful ones especially those that represented landscapes with pastel colors of exquisite clarity,


I complimented the artist RAVEN ARCANA a polite lady happy to be able to express his art to the visitors of the planet of SL.



Below I publish the artist's presentation note as he sent it with some photos that I took during my visit.


I hope everyone enjoyed the exhibition and see you at the next event


Virtual Landscapes always fascinated me, Reason why i found my Love for Photography in Second Life. In 2022 i went from only using Flickr to bring my Artworks into Second Life as well. 

I capture Moods and Emotions these virtual Landscpaes do evoke on my virtual Photos and edit them to turn them into Artworks, be it lovely Nature, Urban themes or even Dystopic. This broad Range of beautifully created Sims in SL is always a great Ressource of Inspiration.

"From Coast to Coast" is a Selection of coastal themed Artworks, showing a Range from the rough northern Fjords to the Desert Coast and, of course, those Coast Scenes you just want to sit at and enjoy your Vacation. I hope they evoke such Feelings of Relaxation on you as they did to me!


Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/192310267@N04/



You can also see some of my Works at my Gallery    (region clandestine 223.23.2503)

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sabato 13 luglio 2024

 SIGFRID STORY

Another appointment with the stories of Gor's famous characters, this time with Sir Sigfrid of the Red Rock oasis telling us about his long life of adventures on the planet.


野性 BACKGROUND 野性 PART 1


From the dreaded city of Trève, Sigfrid is a young Gorean, just 6 years old, shy and candid but also tonic and playful, a little blond boy who ran around and was mischievous... father a mercenary commander and leader of the city, his mother a healer.



His father wanted to make him his heir, but his soldiers didn't see it that way and he became their whipping boy in the shadows, subjected to touching, humiliation and other light torture and sadistic abuse... They used to laugh at him, scaring him, grabbing him by the throat, pinning him up against a wall, beating him, and he would regularly come home with bruises and gashes... 

OASIS OF ISFAHAN
      Sig was mentally subjected to this harassment, their aim was supposedly to make a man of him... to toughen him up, but at that age... He was no match for these men and they succeeded, because at the age of 6, much to his father's disappointment, he decided to become a physicist's apprentice. 


It was then that his father gave his older sister Kassandra as a companion to his best mercenary, the city's first sword, making him the future leader. After 4 months, his sister became pregnant, thus providing the family line with an heir.

RUMPERSTILZ


As for Sig, his choice for the green caste did not spare him, as some soldiers continued their sadistic games on the young child, taking a certain pleasure in it, even though he did not yet have the maturity or strength to stop them... 


Another two long months passed between suffering and latent fears at night... There were rumours that the Torvis, known for their violence and carnage and who had come by boat on the Vosk, were attacking closer and closer...


Until suddenly, at nightfall, thanks to a ruse and a betrayal, the Torvis were able to penetrate the fortress of Trève, sacking, burning and slitting the throats of the citizens, with orders not to take any prisoners. In this way, they were able to reign in their strength, making the cities that were recalcitrant pay their tributes and give part of their harvest. 



SPINAKER AURO

When this terrible attack began, Sigfrid and Kassandra managed to get away with a few jumps, thinking they could look after the wounded, but their father ordered them to flee. While the mercenaries defended the heart of the city with their lives, their mother stayed by her husband's side to care for the wounded... 


It was amidst panic, howling and bloodshed that, after a long march of hundreds of pasangs, they arrived at a boat on the banks of the Vosk and were able to escape unharmed... well, almost... But Kassandra was wounded, and a bad shock caused her to miscarry, losing her life in her womb, in tears and blood, with her little brother in her arms, panicking at the thought of leaving his parents behind, their family, their landmarks, while the whole city burned, leaving a trail of smoke and a glow in the skies that could be seen for hundreds of pasangs around...

 

But was the worst yet to come? 

 

Kassandra managed to steer the boat, with the help of her little brother, despite her worsening state of health. However, they still had to find treatment, food and drinking water. Reaching the city of Schendi, his sister was able to receive care and help from her caste. However, little Sig was distraught, as they heard much later that their city had been besieged and her family decimated.


His sister recovered as the days went by, unable to look after her little brother, who, cute as he was, was watched over by the green caste. He was learning languages, his first and second skills, as well as medicine, because if life could be snatched away so easily, he wanted to be able to protect it. Losing his mother was hard, because she was the one who taught him their caste. She had passed on her passion to him, just as his grandfather had done with her.


On a trip south to the city of Kasra, Kassandra had to find a mentor to become a healer, so she entrusted her little brother to a nanny. She had to leave for Tor, where she was given an opportunity to learn. 


But once again, fate had its way with the little blond boy. For this nanny was in fact a woman with tanned skin, from a tribe of talunas, covered like a city trader, concealed behind gentle attitudes. 


Looking for the right moment, fascinated by the little blonde angel, she decided one day, without warning, on the pretext of going for a walk with the child... to take him to a boat on the banks of the winding river... However, not understanding why she insisted on getting him into the boat, he began to whine. So she decided to drag him by force to the boat! 


ZARATHUSTRA
Perhaps the priest-kings had decided otherwise this time, because not far from the scene, a woman was strolling along the banks, accompanied by a muscular man in a red sarrouel, who was talking passionately to her about salt and trade and mines.


This woman was going to be a great help to him, because he gave her a look of such concern and expressiveness that she didn't think the nanny's attitude was very natural, and even less of the 6-year-old's struggle to argue that he shouldn't stray far from home. 


YOUSSOU

 The boat was taking him back to so much unhappiness... It was then that the woman warned her companion.

The man with the tanned skin ran over to the child and grabbed the shady woman's forearm and pulled the blond boy against his leg, Sig clinging to the leg as if for dear life. The fake nanny realised that her plan was not going to work and jumped into the boat, saying ‘we'll meet again one day...’.


The taluna simply abandoned the child. This warrior crouched down in front of the little man with a gentle smile, pushing back his blond locks. Sigfrid burst into tears. The man put the boy's forehead on his shoulder and whispered ‘Don't worry, little fellow, you'll be all right, you're safe now’. 


The woman approached in turn and realised that the child had almost been captured, and the couple exchanged glances. The woman then said ‘You're not alone any more, tell us where your family is’. But knowing nothing about it, he confided in them that they were all dead except for his sister, who had traveled to the Tahari to learn. 


The situation was delicate and they decided to take the child under their wing. 

The man said ‘I'm Spin, pretty little blond boy’.

The woman smiled at him and stroked the tear from his cheek, ‘I'm Youssou, what's your name, little angel?’

The child replied, ‘Sigfrid, lady. He grabbed the man by the neck and said in a heartbreaking voice that day ‘Thank you for protecting me, my nanny scared me’.

The pasha of Klima lifted the child in his arms and walked with his companion back to the city. 

That day, a lucky star had finally crossed the path of this child with an uncertain destiny.

lunedì 8 luglio 2024

 THE CONGO FAMILY STORY 

Yusud-Asad

 Congo Rashid listens as he takes a sip from his bowl, then takes a deep breath looking at Sabayna......and says: lady Sabayna there's a lot going on that I'm trying to understand, but it's a few people eeee I'm not sure why why they perform these actions, but sooner or later the light will come out of the darkness, but this is not directed at you lady Sabayna.


meanwhile Sir Qaza observes the movements of his Kajira as she serves the guests sitting under the large tent, then asks for some grape juice. Kajira promptly runs towards the servery to fulfill the master's wish.

 Meanwhile, Lady Mae, the Pasha's companion, welcomes her sister, saying that she is welcome even if she travels with other castes and flags.

 Sabayna

listen carefully to Congo's words: "Yes, there have been several misunderstandings and lack of information. I have already talked about this with your son recently. Now the question is how can we get the Sandkaiila freed from the quicksand of the dune again."

 Yusud-Asad son of the pasha and lady Mae says: I hope that today Lady Sabyana will take note of what I will say for the transition to the 4 STA from your Comaniaon Rarius, then I hope that everyone will understand.

 Congo Rashid says: listen to it.. well, in the beginning, the truth must be known, there are people who have been here longer and have documentation of things, as you know my land is according to the rules, not a made up story. . this story has been carried forward and respected.. others should know and follow how things are, or at least talk to those who have the history and documentation of things.. clarify things or at least ask for their blessing.. while it does a pause for a while, then speak again.. I am not a harsh or mean man, I am a very understanding person, but I walk with the truth and I am close at hand Lady Sabayna. I will not bend for anyone, while the truth is hidden.. I will not do it nor will my family and my people.. I respect so others give back the same.. but soon you will hear what the truth is. . look son of her... are you ready to tell the truth, son..

Yusud-Asad says: listen to it.. well, in the beginning, the truth must be known, there are people who are here longer and have documentation of things, as you know my land is according to the rules, not a made up story .. this story has been carried forward and respected.. others should know and follow how things are, or at least talk to those who have the history and documentation of things.. clarify things or at least ask for their blessing.. while he pauses for a while, then speaks again.. I am not a harsh or mean man, I am a very understanding person, but I walk with the truth and I am close at hand Lady Sabayna. I will not bend for anyone, while the truth is hidden.. I will not do it nor will my family and my people.. I respect so others give back the same.. but soon you will hear what the truth is. . look son of him... are you ready to tell the truth, son..

 Yusud_Asad says: I think everyone is served "take a sip" let me so if you, my father, give permission to talk about our history and our journey.

Sabayna I think everyone is served "

Sabayna nods to Congo and Yusud: “I am listening carefully and will gladly pass this on to my comrade Yuroki, Vizier. who could not come, but I can assure you that he is on your side, especially since he has lived the whole story himself since Teehra, Cartassa and the Silver Stone Oasis.

 Congo Rashid tells his son about him. please tell the story of our Congo family


let's begin...........

Yusud_Asad says: salaam/tal/greetings to all and thank you for attending this meeting about the Congo family and their journey through Gor.

Let's start with Congo, who was Ibn Saran? We don't know who ibn Saram's parents were, the only thing we know is that he was the son of Saran because Ibn means son of. From the documents we have ((btb) he was Ubarsalt and apparently the creator of this lineage of several descendants, since he was married to Anastazia Bellecoeur Saran, who were the parents of Ibn Saran, we do not know. The only thing we know is that he was son of Saran because Ibn means son of.

From this union they had 14 descendants, we deduce that they are all direct, we do not know which ones were adopted. but we will talk about a direct line of these descendants.


let's not forget that Ibn Sara was an agent of the kurri and that he brings the aerospace ship to destroy all the gor

Sabayna nods, remembering that SARAN and Anastasia once invited her to their Dune Guard Kasbah.

Yusud continues:

Eleonora Bint Saran, one of the daughters of Ibn Saran because Bint means Daughter of, was the companion of Java Hakim, who had the following children Sarana Bint Hakim, Avalon Bint Saran, Junayd Ibn Hakim, from the documents we have, but we know that there are they are others until such time as we currently have your documents. he nods

: Sarana Bint Hakim went with Lux, who later became known as Nazım al-Malik Ibn Yusuf, one of the descendants of the family descended from Hakimm whose lineage dates back more than 4 years. generations, the fact that such a union was permitted under Gorean civil laws, who had several descendants:

Firstborn son: Ra'id Ibn Hakim

Second son: Básim al-Asad Ibn Yusuf

Third son: Jabari Adheem Ibn Yusuf,

Daughter: Zakera Qandi Bint Yusuf, Safiwah Elmas Bint Yusuf

Granddaughter: Ta'alah Bolour Bint Yusuf

Grandson: Abu Hârûn ibn Jabari and Khalil Farras ibn Jabari are born. It should be remembered that Sarana Bint Hakim was the granddaughter of IBn saran or ubar salt, as there was a hakim in that lineage, so one of the hakin lines became ubar salt by descent starting from one of his sons to this day, his son Ra 'id Ibn Hakim

Yusud recalls that the sons of Sarana and Yusud were pashas of some Oases Jabari Adheem Ibn Yusuf of teehra with his compagnon

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later Jabari Adheem Ibn Yusuf became known as Jabari Hideo Ibn Yusuf became high pasha of teeehra and aretal, his companion Mariah bint Zuhayr having his sons and daughters:

Abu Hârûn ibn Jabari

Khalil Farras ibn Jabari

Zainab Gul-e-Rana bint Jabari

Zulaikha Allat bint Jabari

Rashid Umar ibn Jabari later known as Congo Rashid Umar ibn Jabari

Tarek Mus'ad Ibn Jabari

Jabari Adham ibn Jabari

Sadiq Ala'al din ibn Jabari for the references and what we know, Pasha of Red Rock

Salome al-Aliah bint Jabari

Jada Ara bint Jabar father warriors (Jabari Hideo Ibn Yusuf)

(Sabayna seems impressed by this extraordinary genealogy.)

Jabari, victor of the Aretai, owner of the land of sand and salt, right flank of the Thousand, guardian of the gates and master of a thousand slaves confer on my son


Khalil Farras ibn Jabari, the title of High Pasha, Victorious of the Aretai, Son of the Mountain, Right Flank of the Thousand, Guardian of the Gates and Master of the Thousand Slaves


Abu Harun ibn Jabari, triumphant of the Aretai, son of the mountain, right flank of the Thousand, protector of the gates and right hand of Teehra

We also know that after the Battle of Red Rock Oasis, and when the Tashid were defeated, this tribe became vassal of the Aretai, Red Rock is still a vassal of the Tashid and sub-vassal of the Aretai.

The oasis of Tashid and his tribe were ruled by one of the descendants of the aretal by a son or grandson of Java Hakin and later by one of the descendants of Yusud. and it still remains so today.


As in every battle, whoever loses things changes, including the pashas of these places, nothing more natural, consequences of war another thing is natural that when there are alliances between oases, cities and towns or settlements, fixed or nomadic, often these pashas, ​​tribal leaders, revoke these alliances and befriend their descendants from different tribes or oases to be companions and have sons and daughters, thus keeping the bloodline broader and strengthened and these will then become your pasha children , the most natural thing for this to happen. therefore our descendants are scattered in different oases such as pashas and others and throughout Gor.

Congo Rashid Umar ibn Jabari, one of the sons of Jabari Hideo Ibn Yusuf and Mariah bint Zuh, as we have seen above, was also a warrior and commander of a group of fighters, including his position in the strategic defense of Teehra as well as in the battle , however I am going to become a healer or doctor for many years, where he met his pupil Mae, who later became free companion and a passion and unconditional love and dedication for each other. Later he was called by Jabari his father because he needed him and began to teach him the steps of Pasha, since he was prince of the Aretais and Teehra tribes.

he taught him this subject and was later sent to Cartassa to gain experience as a Pasha. For a few years he resumed the theera and subsequently, after a short time, the seals of Teehra and the testimony of the high pasha and head of the aretal and the pasha of Teehra. who until now maintains this position, where he was forced to stop being a healer to become a pasha, although even when necessary he still helps in the infirmary because he loves being a healer.

As time went by, the Congo healer or doctor became a great provider in this matter as well as one of its elders, helping with his knowledge many cities and people around the world and widely recognized as the Congo doctor throughout the country, saving many people with your knowledge.

as Lady Mae said, she was a student from the Congo, where they fell in love and later, after Lady Mae's studies ended, they would become free companions, understanding up to this point and maintaining it.

Lady Mother also has an interesting and important lineage, her mother was the blessed healer Alethia, descendant of the Tuchcuk and her father the blessed Torvie and the High Jarl, he calls it all the clans united against the great invasion of the Kurri against Gor ( (documented and mentioned in the books)), who won this battle, we know that they had 18 descendants (sons and daughters), their grandfather, a great leader of the tuchucks, they did something among the wagons, who was the one who succeeded to unite the tuchuck tribes well, don't worry, you'll know

now let's talk about your lineage as my mother's brother

later other tribes not like the tuchucks, for example the napoliam tribes among others, who are scattered throughout the gor like unian chariots of all the tribes. from her companion everyone heard about Lady Kaiila, the eldest of the doctors and creator of study methods for all new students, and approved by the entire gor. This is the lineage of Lady Mae and who later became companion of Congo and Pasha katoun of the aretais and of teehra now of the tashid and their oases, from whom they had the following descendants:

Children:

Emine Umar Cider

Yusud-Asad struck Umar Ibn Congo

Emine Umar Cider

Safina Umar bint El Congo

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I burn Windstar Umar ibn Congo

Adira Umar Bint El Congo then Adira Tolnus

Jabari Umar ibn Congo

Lilly Bint Congo as Lilly Sands Congo King knows

The South Umar Ibn Congo knows the South, the turning point of Nadira Umar Bint EL Congo

Jane Bint Congo from her lost daughter

 Tanzima Umar defeated Congo


nieces and nephews: the list of existence as well as nieces and nephews and cousins ​​and so on

It's about the lineage of both Congo and Mae and where they fit into Gor's roleplaying, who they were and what they are as well as their dispositions from Gor, we have them spread across all castes except an Initiate. as far as we know eehra chuckles we talk about it a bit as well as tashid and why we are in tashid.

Teehra is the capital of the Aretals, located At the southern end of the Voltai mountain range, near the lower Fayeen River, lies Teehra. It is an essential outpost to support and preserve the mercantile trade and the precious salt caravans departing from Tahari. The people inhabiting Teehra are divided into four groups; Dayf Alsharf or, Guest of Honour, Badu or, Nomads, Rijal Qabayil or, Tribe and eabd or slave Teehra is a land held by the proud Aretai, whose vassal tribes include; Arani, Luraz, Raviri, Tashid, Ti and Zevar. Tajuk in some situations

Mae tells him: have you forgotten Sidra he replies laughing...she is older than me

Sabayna nods, "A truly remarkable genealogy, Vizier. Without a doubt, you are one of the oldest and most respected families in southern Gor."

Yusud says ~ yes and as from the chariots and clans trives

Teehra is an amalgamation of people and it is their lifestyle that separates them. The people of Teerha are divided into large groups, the nomadic ones, called Badu, who prefer to travel, and the Rijal Qabayil, who are settled. The Badu are driven by simple needs; independence, pastures for the sustenance of the flocks, water, food. They prefer to camp outside the city walls when the need to trade brings them into the city. Rijal Qabayil, known to the Badu as "the other half", is still. They are artisans, traders, farmers and craftsmen. People who need to travel, such as doctors or tinsmiths, are considered Rijal Qabayil because their life is linked to the city.

the Pasha nods


we can forget about the tahariThe Badu consider themselves equal to each other, which cannot be said of the Rijal Qabayil, whose wealth inequality leads to disparities that do not exist in Badu Culture.

Despite these differences in lifestyle, Badu and Rijal Qabayil coexist and consider themselves "one tribe" in Teerha, Aretai. They share a common language, a common culture and a common code of ethics and behavior that shape their daily lives; honor, home, family and hospitality.

The district of Teehra is large because it occupies the entire extent of the vassal oasis, as a commercial city it is also a station or one of the trading posts in the entire tahari, as TOr one of the vassal oases of the Aretals, and its pashas descendants of Ibn Saran and Hakim, the one who took their descendants were rich and great pashas, ​​since for Tashid after the loss of freedom he became a vassal of the aretals and ruled by pashas descendants of the aretals, as was done with the red rock, thus increasing his dominion As far as it's about the war between aretal and tashid, the reason was never really defined, but as always the Tajuk spread rumors and rumors about things that never happened, they just do To have a war and participate in it, this tribe of Tajuk became or joined the Aretai They reportedly found that some warriors found a member of this tribe, lost in the desert, fed him and treated his wounds. He survived, apparently, and then became a vassal of the Aretai.

In the battle against IBN Saran and his followers, when the great leaders of the Aretai and Kavar were mortal enemies, the day

In the battle against IBN Saran and his followers, when the great leaders of the Aretai and Kavar were mortal enemies, on the battlefield, after learning that they had been deceived by IBN Saran and a group of outlaws led by Tarna, a woman warrior, they gathered and marched together for the first time with all their vassals. before they decided to leave, the Tajuk khan only shouted that he was going to war and that he wanted war, a decision between the two great Tahri tribes to go to war, which destroyed the kabash (fort) of the dune guards and where ibn sran who Was Ubarsalt and that residence of Ubar,

: Kilma never had nor any Ubar live there. but rather a salt master that every inhabitant of Kilma is a free man condemned to live and die in the Kilma salt mines, there are only those coded as slaves in the mines, their skills as free from their castes were used to document salt records, wound treatment, etc. One of the best known salt masters is Tzet, when the dune guards arrived in Kilma there are only keneels and nothing else, such as historical curse records

hen the dune guards arrive at KIlma, they stand close together, they don't even go into their kaillas, they unload their supplies and load the salt cylinders and release them and mark the KIlma fort, if you may say so.

In the aftermath of this battle, the enemies shared salt and water and established themselves as Tahari according to Tahari traditions and customs.

From this meeting between all the tribes, a new Ubarsalt was named, as we have seen, a descendant of Hakim and Bint Saran, and his descendants still remain because all the tribes decided so, including for a certain period also that of Ubarsalt.

When Teehra was engulfed in an extreme sandstorm, Quakl was completely buried, its citizens took refuge in several oases scattered throughout Tahari, Congo and many of its citizens took refuge in the Tashid Oasis, which was for these inhabitants and tribe proclaimed his pasha and chief, thus becoming head of two tribes and two oases, teehra swallowed by the storm and the aretal and the tashid. The Ba'du tribe has returned to the position of teehra as well as other nomadic tribes, to bring forth teehra, they are supported by water, food and everything they need to live in such a place by all aretals and gods their vassals. Who knows if one day we will get Teehra back.

 about the pasha of red rock as Spin knows, one day he will visit our oasis and ask my father if he is Tarek's family, yes, he is Tarek Mus'ad Ibn Jabari was the point of reference for a pasha of Red Rock and his private descendants are the pash

as of the Red Rock Oasis

This is the story of the Congo family, Teehra and Tashid and why we are in Tashid. and if one day teehra returns to osi of Tashid she will have a pasha's price designed by my father

Lady Mae Leidolf El Congo

: She gently taps my shoulder in Gorean applause. Thank you, my son. If you ever get tired of becoming Vazier, I think you could make a living as a storyteller