A Gorean Freewoman's Journal

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. The following is a report on the Caste System and its function within this society.  Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman A Personal Research Study In my study of Gorean society, I have found that the caste system functions as the foundation of both its social structure and moral philosophy. Much like the guild traditions of medieval Europe, Gorean castes serve not only as professional organizations but also as social institutions that define identity, duty, and status. Each caste expects its members to master their craft, pass on their knowledge, and uphold the welfare of the group. Competence is not viewed as a personal virtue but as a mandatory standard of conduct. The Structure of the Castes The Gorean caste system is divided broadly into two categories: the High Castes and the Low Castes , each performing roles essential...

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 Recently, I have undertaken a renewed study of the Stabilization Serums in response to numerous inquiries—both from Free persons and slaves—concerning their authenticity and the apparent persistence of aging among some individuals within our world. Here is what I have found:  I. The Nature of Aging Among the Caste of Physicians, it is an established principle that aging is not a natural inevitability , but rather a disease —a condition of bodily degeneration, slow and insidious, yet subject to study, understanding, and eventual conquest. As has long been held in our records: “Age, on Gor, interestingly, was regarded, and still is, by the Castes of Physicians as a disease, not an inevitable natural phenomenon.” (Assassin) Indeed, we have termed it the drying and withering disease , what on Ea...

   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 I — The Taking   There are nights when I still hear the sea that carried me from the world of my birth. It comes in fragments—wood creaking beneath chains, salt burning the throat, the faint thrum of oars moving through black water. I had fallen asleep upon a world of noise and light, and I awoke upon one of silence and iron. They called me barbarian . On Earth the word might have meant savage or untaught, but on Gor it meant simply unshaped . I did not yet know its language, its order, or the meani...

  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 northern man, unlike a normal northern - not quite so tall, not quite so rugged, had wandered the streets of the new city for some time, unfamiliar with its narrow alleys and towering walls of sun-baked stone. The air smelled faintly of spiced paga and roasting meat. At last he paused, catching sight of a man seated before an open scroll, with two kajirae kneeling beside him. “ Tal, Sir… Kajirae, ” he greeted simply. The man with the scroll grunted a reply, eyes flicking up only briefly. “ Tal, Sir. Girl, ” he muttered before returning to his scroll. The Traveller smiled faintly. “You seem occupied, friend. Perhaps one of these slaves might guide me to a place where I can find food, a good drink… an...

  Roleplay (RP) is a shared creative experience, where players bring their characters to life through written interactions. One of the most debated aspects of RP—especially in text-based formats like Second Life, World of Warcraft, or forum roleplay—is the use of thought emotes . These are lines that reveal what a character is thinking or feeling internally, such as “/me sighs, wondering why everyone always leaves her behind.” While some writers view these as a powerful storytelling tool, others find them immersion-breaking. Negative thought emotes, in particular, can spark tension in scenes, confuse partners, or even disrupt the collaborative nature of RP. Let’s explore both the pros and cons of using them. Pros of Negative Thought Emotes 1. Adds Emotional Depth and Context When used sparingly, thought emotes can enrich a scene by showing emotional subtext. They help reveal layers of vulnerability or frustration that a character might not express aloud. For example, “/me f...

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 sun of Lar-Torvis hung low over the harbor of Tyros, its golden rays spilling like liquid fire across the sea. Ships with crimson sails swayed gently in the tide, their moorings creaking in rhythm with the waves. The scent of salt and spiced oils clung to the air, mingling with the far-off cries of the dockhands and the ringing of metal on stone. Tyros — the City of Merchants and Warriors. She gleamed with wealth and ambition, her marble towers standing sentinel over a restless sea. Within her walls, the five great castes intermingled uneasily, each necessary to the whole, yet each quietly guarding its own power. The Scribes held knowledge and law. The Warriors, strength and blood. The Builders raised the towe...

  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 She had chosen poorly. She had chosen to leave with only one escort, on a known dangerous road. Her palanquin was conveyed by thralls that she had been beyond cruel to at times, flexing that small power she possessed over those men. The escort she brought with her, that scarlet, she too had exercised her perceived power over.  It was small wonder then, why the escort had decided to flee, why the thralls had grabbed at her and thrust her forward at the briefly clad women, the panthers. They hoped that they might curry favor with them, to trade the woman's freedom for an easier time in their slavery beneath the huntresses whip.  They stripped her of the robes of concealment, collared and braceleted her. Then they took her, stripped of her clothing, her modesty, her very freedom, to a ...

THIS EVENT IS AN IN-WORLD EVENT! Based in the Gorean world  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 Come one, come all... get your glad rags on for the event of the year - where kajira and kajirus' become Free, and Free can become kajira and kajirus. (If they wish!) Var-Kor presents: Feast of Fools/Feast of the cities of Dust. A 2 days event to celebrate our dead and to mock death itself. ALL are invited MERCHANTS from all Gor are invited and welcomed! We will provide a stall for you to sell your wares. If interested, please contact: Ashel Auster (in world) **************************** ALL DAY - 1st of November **************************** 1. Masks and carnival attires but in dark tones (black, dark red, dark green dark blue, and white) 2. Decorations in either black and/or white : outside the house, inside the house, at the temple o...

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  In the soft, golden light of late afternoon, the infirmary was quiet save for the rustle of parchment and the distant murmur of voices. Neeve knelt upon the straw-covered floor, a small wooden bowl of milk balanced carefully upon her lap. Before her, a tiny larl—its fur still soft with youth, its limbs unsteady—watched her warily. “Come now, little one,” Neeve coaxed gently, her tone melodic and soothing. “I’ve got some nice milk for you.” The creature sniffed at the air, mewling softly before inching forward on uncertain paws. From behind, another woman—an older healer—observed with a mixture of curiosity and caution. “Have you tested its teeth yet?” the woman asked, kneeling beside Neeve. Neeve frowned thou...

    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 afternoon sun stretched long golden fingers across the marketplace of Var, a city of banners and bells where travelers from distant provinces mingled with merchants and scholars. The scent of roasting grain and spiced mead drifted through the air, and the murmur of trade filled the square like the hum of a living creature. At a quiet table just beyond the tavern’s doorway, a solitary man sat with a half-empty mug before him. His cloak bore the dust of many roads; his boots, the hardened polish of long travel. He watched the crowd idly, the stillness in his posture betraying both weariness and the ease of a man accustomed to waiting. He did not notice the woman until she was almost upon him. “T...

  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 Inn had grown too quiet. Where once laughter, music, and the scent of roasted bosk filled its halls, there was now only the faint aroma of stale bread and the sharp bitterness of blackwine left too long on the fire. Kash, the Inn’s remaining slave, worked tirelessly among the empty shelves, his bare feet silent upon the stone floor. Every cup he poured reminded him of what was missing — the meat, the wine, the cheese, the fruit — all gone. He bowed before Mistress Neeve one morning, his voice trembling as he spoke. “This slave begs your mercy, Mistress. Our stores are nearly gone. We have only blackwine, tea, and a few pastries from the bakery. No meat, no mead, no wine, no ale. We clean for bread now,...

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 Importance of Conversational Roleplay in Gorean Slavery As a Gorean slave, I have come to understand that roleplay is not about endless descriptive actions but about the exchange of power through words, tone, and energy. The heart of immersive Gorean roleplay lies in conversational dialogue, where dominance and submission are built through interaction, command, and response. Without this dialogue, the experience becomes flat, repetitive, and disconnected from the emotional truth of slavery. Why Slaves Need Dominance, Formality, Direction, and Discipline A slave exists within structure. Dominance provides purpose, formality defines boundaries, direction gives clarity, and discipline enforces authenticity. When the Free speak with authority—decisive, measured, and intentional—the slave feels thei...

  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 ferry had carried them across the narrow strait from the harbor of Selnar to a neighboring isle, small but prosperous, where the Green Caste kept a private infirmary for those of rank or privilege — and those lucky enough to be taken in by its physicians. The Entertainer, Armand Geh’Mare, moved with stiffness, his right wrist cradled against his ribs, his golden eyes shadowed with irritation and pain. He followed the Lady Neeve, her bearing calm and authoritative, through the low doorway of a tidy house marked by the green and white pennants of her caste. They were greeted by a tall man of dark skin and even darker hair, robed in the greens of the healer’s caste. His eyes were bright with amusement. ...