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New Developments on the Stabilization Serums!

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  Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles. This story is based off Chat logs and CHAT GPT was used to make it into this. Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman   “I’m old. Very old.” The words were not meant to provoke, yet they landed like a challenge. Neeve looked up sharply, her expression caught between irritation and disbelief. She had heard exaggeration before - heard fear disguised as bravado - but this was different. The woman who spoke sat straight-backed despite the stiffness in her limbs, her voice low and roughened by age that did not belong to her face. Neeve said nothing at first. She turned instead, already moving toward her office, muttering to herself as she rummaged through scrolls and instruments. A panther who had survived twelve hundred winters was impossible. Entirely impossible. Unless… She stopped, lips pressing thin. Unless the serums were inv...
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The Boy/Beast

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  Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles. This story is based off Chat logs and CHAT GPT was used to make it into this. Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman  He was dragged through the streets like an animal caught in a snare. Iron bit into his skin with every step, chains rattling as his blood slicked the ground beneath him. Each time he was pulled forward, his body struck stone or earth, the strength in his limbs draining away until even his snarls sounded hollow. He fought anyway. He always fought. It was all he knew. When the ground finally turned soft beneath him, he was thrown down hard. Snow pressed against his cheek. He felt the axe cut deep. The pain searing through his body like a fire. Then he was dragged further. This time he was pushed into a place he didn't know. The scent of herbs and clean water filled the air—strange, sharp, unfamiliar. He twiste...
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** Collaring vs. Branding: Permanence and Removal **

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  Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles. This is written using both the websites  ~ The Gorean Cave ~ Home  and  Branding in Gor , my own words and ChatGPT to help clarify the differences. Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman PLEASE NOTE THIS IS NOT WHAT EVERYONE BELIEVES and is in fact, disproved in the newer books, but I'm going off OLD JOHN NORMAN BOOKS WRITTEN BY HIM!  Collaring vs. Branding: Permanence and Removal Branding does not have to occur at the same time as collaring. Many kajirae are collared first and branded later. While a collar signifies ownership , it is not permanent and may be removed, replaced, or changed as ownership changes. “The collar of a given girl may be changed countless times, but the brand continues throughout to bespeak her status.” — Outlaw of Gor , Chapter 21 A slave may be freed from her collar, renamed, or ...
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A Teaching Tale of the Apprentice Healer

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This Gorean Fan Fiction was generated using Chat GPT alongside the RP logs.  Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles. Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman   The young apprentice sat cross-legged on the floor of the small healing chamber, her attention buried deep in a stack of medical texts. She was so absorbed in the study of wounds and bandages that she barely noticed the soft rustling behind her—until a gentle voice cut through her concentration. “Still studying?” the healer asked with an indulgent smile. “How goes the training? Any questions troubling your mind today?” The apprentice straightened, nodding earnestly. “It’s going well. Yesterday I practiced treating a pretend laceration—bandaging a forehead wound. I made sure everything was cleaned and put away afterward.” She hesitated, then added, “My master told me to ask how to tell if an artery has been hit...
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** Report: Clarification on Types of Whips in Gor **

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Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles. This is written using both the  ~ The Gorean Cave ~ Whips , my own words and ChatGPT to help clarify the differences. Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman   TYPES OF WHIPS!  Following recent confusion regarding terminology, I conducted a brief review of the relevant Gorean sources to clarify the classification and characteristics of the specific type of whips commonly referenced in the series: 1.   The Snake Whip In the context of Gor , the whip described in the referenced passages aligns with what is identified as a “snake whip.” This weapon is notable for its construction, functionality, and severity of impact. Characteristics of the Snake Whip: Structure: A single-tailed, braided leather whip, typically about eight feet in length and between half an inch to one inch in thickness. Materials: Often wei...
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Chronicles of the Collar: The Memoirs of Neeve Barbosa (Part 4)

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  This Gorean Fan Fiction was generated using Chat GPT alongside a backstory I created for my character.  PLEASE NOTE: All the information in these blogs are OOC information unless you gain them IC. PLEASE do not metagame or godmod that you know this information.  Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles. Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman   Entry IV — The Betrayal at Port Olni   It was on the river that leads to Port Olni, I learned how easily that respect can be taken. I had come northward by boat, summoned by a fellow of the Physician’s Caste. The message had been courteous and sealed properly; the promise of work, honest. I remember the gentle rocking of the vessel, the spray of water against the hull, the scent of rain upon the wind. The captain was a man of the river, sun-darkened and sharp-eyed, who spoke little but watched much. ...
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❄ The Fever House ❄

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This Gorean Fan Fiction was generated using Chat GPT alongside the RP logs.  Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles. Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman The morning snow lay deep across the city when Neeve Barbosa arrived at the infirmary, brushing frost from her cloak. She had barely stepped through the entrance when Drusus  pushed inside behind her, shaking snow from his shoulders with impatient energy. He didn’t waste time. “Tal, Neeve. I need your help. Could you come with me, please?” She blinked at him. “Where exactly? We’ve got rooms here—private ones.” “It’s Zu,” Drusus said. Even his steady voice thinned with worry. “He’s very poorly. Semi-conscious. I can’t move him. If you won’t come, I’ll ride to the next city to fetch another physician.” Before she could argue, Gil slipped past with a grin and a warm kiss to the back of her hand. “Duty first, L...
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