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Outskirts of Kasra
Kasra has many secrets and mysterious places – do you know them? Find it out!
Merchants of Gor Tournament
A Merchants of Gor tournament took place in Kasra – Fayeen [sunday, 3rd of May 2020].
The winners: Liam Whitesong (1st), ЄҲƠƬƖƇƛ ҚИIǤҤŦ (tifridh.fallen) (2nd), Zane Kanze (3rd). Congratulations!
New scribe
A new member of the blue caste arrived in Kasra and decided to settle here.
Gossiping
“We got another slaver, did you hear that?” – “Where is the new scribe? I have not seem him for a while.” – “The commander is not very busy, I guess the admin will revoke his titles very soon.” – “We got a new tavern slave, she looks pretty.”
Trading Red Salt
Further west of Tor, at the juncture of the Lower Fayeen and Upper Fayeen Rivers, is the city of Kasra. The Lower Fayeen and Upper Fayeen, both being sluggish, meandering rivers, are tributaries of the Cartius River. Kasra is a major port for the embarkation of the salt trade. The famed red salt of Kasra received its name because this is commonly the port from which the salt is exported out of the Tahari region.
Most salt at Klima is white, but certain of the mines deliver red salt, red from ferrous oxide in its composition, which is called the Red Salt of Kasra, after its port of embarkation, at the juncture of the Upper and Lower Fayeen.
(Tribesman of Gor)
Oasis of Klima, revisited
In the distance, below, perhaps five pasangs away, in the hot, concave, white salt bleakness, like a vast, white, shallow bowl, pasangs wide, there were compounds, low, white buildings of mud brick, plastered. There were many of them. They were hard to see in the distance, in the light, but I could make them out.
“Klima,” said Hamid.
“I have made the march to Klima,” said one of the prisoners. He cried out, elatedly, “I have made the march to Klima!” It was the man who had, for many of the days, cried out for us to be slain. It was he who had, since the noon halt of four days ago, been silent.
I looked at the prisoners. We looked at one another. Our bodies were burned black by the sun. The flesh, in many places, had cracked. Lighter colored flesh could be seen beneath. There was salt on us, to our thighs. The leather wrappings about our legs were in tatters. Our necks and bodies were abraded, raw from collar and chain. In the last days we had been denied salt. Our bodies were cruel with cramps and weakness. But we stood, all of us, and straight, for we had come to Klima.
Twenty had come to Klima.
The first prisoner, whose bonds had been removed, was thrust in the direction of the compounds. He began to stagger down the slope toward the valley, slipping in the crusts, sometimes sinking in to his knees.
One by one the prisoners were freed. None attempted to flee into the desert. Each, as he was freed, began to trudge toward Klima. There was nowhere else to go.
The man, who had cried out, “I have made the match to Klima!” was freed. He staggered toward the compounds, running, half falling, down the long slope.
Hassan and I were freed. Together we trudged toward Klima, following the straggling line of men before us.
We came upon a figure, fallen in the salt. It was be who had run ahead, who had cried out, disbelievingly, joyously, “I have made the march to Klima!”
We turned the body over in the salt. “He is dead,” said Hassan.
Together, Hassan and I rose to our feet.
Nineteen had come to Klima. (John Norman: Tribesmen of Gor)
Winery of Kasra
Kasra’s winery now sells Ka-La-Na. The winery is located in the northeastern suburbs of Kasra/Fayeen on the river Cartius.
Decisions must be made
Members of the council of the city of Kasra discuss with Rarius Yuroki. Decisions must be made. Nobody will tell strangers who is a member of this council and who rules Kasra.
Bargaining
Many merchants from the desert come to Kasra, the gateway to the Tahari, to exchange coins and provide provisions.