Welcome to the Treveian Outpost
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This is a FORCE COLLAR/CAPTURE/KILL ZONE by Members only.
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MIRROR ZONE - If we can't do it in your Home, then you can't do it in ours.
Read the entire page and the rules before entering. Ignorance of the rules will not be accepted!
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Indeed, there was little known even of the city of Treve. It lay somewhere among the lofty, vast terrains of the rugged Voltai, perhaps as much a fortress, a lair, of outlaw tarnsmen as a city.
It was said to be accessible only by tarnback. No woman, it was said, could be brought to the city, save as a hooded, stripped slave girl, bound across the saddle of a tarn. Indeed, even merchants and ambassadors were permitted to approach the city only under conduct, and then only when hooded and in bonds, as though none not of Treve might approach her save as slaves or captive supplicants.
The location of the city, it was said, was known only to her own. Even girls brought to Treve as slaves, obedient within her harsh walls, looking up, seeing her rushing, swift skies, did not know wherein lay the city in which they served. And even should they be dispatched to the walls, perhaps upon some servile errand, they could see, for looming, remote pasangs about them, only the wild, bleak crags of the scarlet Voltai, and the sickening drop below them, the sheer fall from the walls and the cliffs below to the valley, some pasangs beneath. They would know only that they were slaves in this place but would not know where this place in which they were slaves might be. It was said no woman had ever escaped from Treve. ...Captive of Gor, 191
Treve was alleged to lie above Ar, some seven hundred pasangs distant, and toward the Sardar. I had never seen the city located on a map but I had seen the territory she claimed so marked. The precise location of Treve was not known to me and was perhaps known to few save its citizens. Trade routes did not lead to the city and those who entered its territory did not often return. ...Priest-Kings of Gor, 60-61
There was said to be no access to Treve save on tarnback and this would suggest that it must be as much a mountain stronghold as a city. ...Raiders of Gor, 60-61
Yes, I knew the reputation of Treve. It was a city rich in plunder, probably as lofty, inaccessible and impregnable as a tarn's nest.
Indeed, Treve was known as the Tarn of the Voltai. It was an arrogant, never-conquered citadel, a stronghold of men whose way of life was banditry, whose women lived on the spoils of a hundred cities. ...Priest Kings of Gor, 63
Treve is a bandit city, high among the crags of the lari-prowled Voltai. Most men do not even know its location. Once the tamsmen of Treve had withstood the tarn cavalries of even Ar. In Treve they do not grow their own food but, in the fall, raid the harvests of others.
They live by rapine and plunder. The men of Treve are said to be among the proudest and most ruthless on Gor. They are most fond of danger and free women, whom they bind and steal from civilized cities to carry to their mountain fair as slave girls. It is said the city can be reached only on tarnback. ...Raiders of Gor, 271
'They are deeper than I thought,' she said.
With the tip of her finger she began to work the ointment into the cuts. It burned quite a bit.
'Does it hurt?' she asked.
'No,' I said.
She laughed, and it pleased me to hear her laugh.
'I hope you know what you are doing,' I said.
'My father,' she said, 'was of the Caste of Physicians.'
So, I thought to myself, I had placed her accent rather well, either Builders or Physicians, and had I thought carefully enough about it, I might have recognised her accent as being a bit too refined for the Builders. I chuckled to myself. In effect, I had probably merely scored a lucky hit.
'I didn't know they had physicians in Treve,' I said.
'We have all the High Castes in Treve,' she said, angrily. ...Priest-Kings of Gor, 64
Treve was a warlike city somewhere in the trackless magnificence of the Voltai Range. I had never been there but I knew her reputation. Her warriors were said to be fierce and brave, her women proud and beautiful. Her tarnsmen were ranked with those of Thentis, famed for its tarn flocks, and Ko-ro-ba, even great Ar itself. ...Priest Kings of Gor, 60
Rask of Treve, as a raider true to the codes of Treve, that hidden coin of tarnsmen, that remote, secret, mountainous city of the vast, scarlet Voltai range, had not, in these circumstances, much pushed pursuit. In the shadows of the forest the crossbow quarrel can swiftly touch, and slay. The element of the tarnsman is not the green glades, and the branches; it is the clouds, the saddle and the sky; his steed is the tarn, his field of battle, strewn with light and wind, higher than mountains, deeper than the sea, is the very sky itself. Such men do not care to venture creeping into the shadows of forests, pursuing scattered game. Victorious, they roar with laughter and, hauling on the one-straps of their tarn harness, take flight. There is always other gold, and other women. And, the Priest-Kings willing, a coin that is lost today, or a woman, may, at a later time, in a more convenient place, be found, and more! A woman, who escapes your collar this afternoon may, by nightfall, find herself chained at your feet. If the coin is to be yours, argue such men, it will be; and if the woman is destined, some night, on this or another, in your tent, on your rugs, by the light of your fire, to feel your chains locked on her body, she will. Flee though she might, that fate will be hers, and she, on the rugs spread over the sand, will be yours. ...Captive of Gor, 190-191
Often during the day, and sometimes for days at a time, most of the tarnsmen of Rask of Treve would be aflight. The camp then would seem very quiet.
They were applying themselves to the work of the tarnsmen of Treve, attack, plunder and enslavement.
A girl would cry, 'They return!' and we, eager in our work tunics, would run to the center of the camp to greet the returning warriors. Many of the girls would be laughing and waving, leaping up and down, and standing on their tiptoes. I did not betray such emotions, but I, too, found myself eager, almost uncontrollably excited, to witness the return of the warriors. How fine they were, such magnificent males! I hated them, of course, but, too, I, like the others, most eagerly anticipated their return. And most of all was I thrilled to witness the return of their leader, the mighty laughing Rask of Treve, whose very capture loop I had felt on my own body, whose collar I wore, whose I was. How pleased I was to see him bring back yet another girl, bound across his saddle, a new prize. ...Captive of Gor, 290-291
I stood before a large, low tent of scarlet canvas, suspended on eight poles. Inside, through the opened tent flap, I could see the scarlet canvas was lined with silk. It was a low tent, and only near its center could a man walk upright. Inside, in a brass pan, there was a small fire of coals. Over the coals, on a tripod, there was, warming, a small metal wine bowl. Warriors of Treve, I had heard, had a fondness for warm wines. I supposed that Rask of Treve might have his wine so. It seemed strange to me to think of such tarnsmen, such brutal, wild men, caring for such a small pleasantry. Too, I had heard, they were fond of combing the hair of their slave girls. Cities and men, I thought, are so strange, so different. I suspected there were few men as fierce and terrible as those of Treve, dreaded throughout Gor, and yet they enjoyed their wine warmed and were fond of so simple a thing as smoothing the hair of a girl. ...Captive of Gor, 274
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This is the Treveian Outpost and is run by Rask of Treve, the Commander of the Outpost. Both of which are under the authority of Treve.
The Outpost has 150 Tarnsmen and War Tarns, 500 High Tharlarion Calvery and 2,500 Guardsmen to protect those of the Outpost.
Each Freeman may count as 1,000 NPC Warriors while the home is short of manpower.
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Respect all the rules.
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The Commander's word is Law. His word is final.
- Anonymous names, ~o~'s and no names (dots) will not be recognised. They will be booted with one warning only.
- This is an Adult Gorean Roleplay room based on the books of John Normal. If you wish to roleplay and have fun in a Gorean tradition then you are welcome to visit, perhaps join.
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If you are new to Gor and you wish to observe and learn, please ask to be allowed to do so by a Free Member of the home. The ~o~ is not recognised here, this will not protect you. If given permission to observe, then ask questions and be respectful. Any other interaction beyond this and you will become subject to the rules of Gor.
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Should it be learned you know of Gor and its ways already, then you will be collared.
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No PM's to Personally or Outpost Owned slaves without Owners permission first.
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Messengers MUST wear their Gorean names and a yellow sash. Messages will be scripted and given to the intended recipient if need be.
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Rask can be fair and just, but harsh and cruel when lied to or learns of gamers in His home. If you are caught dualling you will be fed to the sleen, the Outpost High Tharlarion or killed.
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Collared slaves, from non-allied Homes, traveling without escort will be caged and their Homes notified. Uncollared slaves will be given a collar, without question since slaves did NOT travel alone.
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Those collared slaves that are caged, will be caged for a period of 10 days at a cost of 1 silver to release them. After that time, they will be collared to Treveian Outpost.
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Slaves will be stripped, searched and their hair combed thoroughly before being caged. NO picked locks will be accepted.
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The Outpost does allow Panthers through the Gates, asl long as they enter in peace.
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Assassins will not be admitted entry by the Guards and will be killed at the Gates as the Outpost is run somewhat as a Camp. It is well hidden in the forest, many pasangs away from Mighty Ar and Ko-ro-ba. Only those who are given safe passage to the Outpost (such as as Merchants, Allied Panthers and captured slaves) know of its location. As with Treve, those brought to the Outpost were hooded and blindfolded, or both. The only ones knowing the location of the Outpost, as with the city itself, are those of Treve and the Treveian Outpost. Any kills as a result of a hunt will be deemed invalid.
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We are NOT accepting raids at this point in time. Once we have grown and have more Free Members, then it will be given consideration again.
- Gor is a Man's world, not a Freewoman or a slaves.
Stranger and Enemy on Gor mean the same thing.
Gor is Harsh Gor is not Fair
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I would like to quote this to you as you love Gor so much and even though I have much to learn I agree with this for as on Gor it applies to earth as well…
“She had known then that she was his, and in perfection. I had no doubt they fitted together, in the order of nature, in the most intimate, beautiful and fulfilling relationship possible between a man and a woman, that of love master and love slave. ...Magicians of Gor, pg. 13
“He took me by the hair and thrust my head down to the furs. "A man can truly love only that woman," he said, "who is truly his, who belongs to him. Otherwise he is only a part to a contract." ...Slave Girl of Gor, pg 444
"It is a beautiful moment when the woman realizes that the man who owns her is her love master, and the man realizes that the girl he bought, looking up at him, tears in her eyes, is his love slave. Then the only danger is that he will weaken. One must be strong with a love slave. If one truly loves her, he will be that strong. The slavery in which a love slave is kept is an unusually deep slavery." ...Beasts of Gor, pg 236
'The Perfect Bondage' is said to be one man and one woman, the complete Master and the complete slave, ideal and perfect for each other's needs. ...Slave Girl of Gor, pg 442
