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It's a long, long journey from where you were to here.
Where is here ?
East of the mighty Thassa...........
West of the winds
West of the winds
All the way to the source of the Fayeen river to the foothills of the wild and beautiful red mountains, the Voltai mountains.
My lands begin at the headwaters of the Upper Fayeen River.
They extend far into the foothills of the Voltai mountains, inclusive of a sacred mountain where rests atop its peak an open air Observatory. These lands are semi arid. Water is precious in this place....on Gor. There is no guarantee of a deep snow pack in winter, nor the fierce drenching thunderstorms of summer.
Even when used for soothing decoration, water is never deliberately wasted. Where ever possible, potable water is recirculated.
They extend far into the foothills of the Voltai mountains, inclusive of a sacred mountain where rests atop its peak an open air Observatory. These lands are semi arid. Water is precious in this place....on Gor. There is no guarantee of a deep snow pack in winter, nor the fierce drenching thunderstorms of summer.
Even when used for soothing decoration, water is never deliberately wasted. Where ever possible, potable water is recirculated.
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Work is available here for those who wish it.
I pay :
25 copper per full day's work, plus meals. I cook reasonably well, I make basic good food.
Spring water, milk and black wine are the only beverages I offer.
In the event you don't like my cooking :
Fishing is permitted. Kindly stay away from the riparian areas where the wild rice grows.
Hunting is NOT permitted on my lands. Just don't do it.
A huntress lives here and the scent of blood excites her.
Camping in designated areas only.
Keep your fire small and well clear of dried grasses. Don't overstay your welcome.
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Work is available here for those who wish it.
I pay :
25 copper per full day's work, plus meals. I cook reasonably well, I make basic good food.
Spring water, milk and black wine are the only beverages I offer.
In the event you don't like my cooking :
Fishing is permitted. Kindly stay away from the riparian areas where the wild rice grows.
Hunting is NOT permitted on my lands. Just don't do it.
A huntress lives here and the scent of blood excites her.
Camping in designated areas only.
Keep your fire small and well clear of dried grasses. Don't overstay your welcome.
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For wintering over guests, the following adjoining cabins are available in the peace of trees.
For a fee.
For a fee.
Frozen in time, this one stands alone.
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Another series of lovely paths will lead you
to summers' resting spaces.
A climb up the foothills into the mountains will bring you to the observatory atop a sacred peak.
Perhaps the Prison moon will be shining that splendid summer's night.
Perhaps the Prison moon will be shining that splendid summer's night.
Ayurvedic Healing Herbs
The climbers and fragile fragrant herbs are protected from the voracious herbivores.
A comfy vulo coop & tool shed filled in the space with nothing feeling crowded.
Seasonal vegetables, fruit and grains available for sale or trade:
May :
May :
- carrots * not yet
- green onions
- lettuce
- radishes
- tomatoes * not yet
- yellow & green squash * not yet
- peaches * not yet
- pears * not yet
- raspberries
- blueberries
- saffron
- parsley
- peppermint * not yet
- thyme
- lavender * not quite yet
- rosemary
- basil
- Apples : red and green * not yet
- Wine grapes * not yet
- Black olives * not yet
- Green olives * not yet
- Olive oil
- Wild rice * not yet
- suls
The glass house crafted by Simon, Builder, assisted by Cabot, Sar of Ven'dara, out among the wild flowers and stuff. Some would call it unkempt, I call it.....perfect.
In this new building is where blossoms, mosses and other ingredients are cared for until they are coaxed into perfume for free women.
With the invaluable assistance of Gyazo (npc), I create perfume for free women. He is both deaf and blind. I think his name is really Jesse and he calls himself Gyazo because he likes the way his mouth feels when he says it.
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Home.......
Water. Our most precious gift of all..........
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Phelan's Gates.
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Down river of my home, the settlement of the Anasazi tribe, with whom I have a long standing trade agreement. The entire Anasazi tribe disappeared from the desert southwest in Arizona several hundreds of earth years ago.
Whew !! THAT mystery solved !!
They are a reserved people, very skilled, very artistic. Their dialect flows gently like precious water.
Instead of cave dwellings in the side of the cliffs as they did on earth, they live in abandoned clay insect mounds which they've turned into beautiful homes.
Expert with the spear, the bow and arrow, they are a peaceable people. Until they are not.
Aren't we all.....
The end, amen.