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Tuesday, 23 May 2017

Agents of the Silver Masks - an adventure module for the Tales of Gor RPG


Agents of the Silver Masks


An 'add on' adventure module by Emma R. for the 'Tales of Gor' role-playing game.

Overview

This isn't a stand alone adventure module as such, and so it isn't really written to be played on its own without a lot of work (and without losing a lot of the context). To use it you will really need a copy of the 'Tales of Gor' scenario, 'The Silver Cult' (you can read my review of it here: The Silver Cult review ). 'Agents of the Silver Masks' plugs a gap in the main module in Scene Three (Degradation and Diplomacy) where the player characters are captured by the Silver Mask conspiracy and they face being thrown into the silver mines in chains.

Saturday, 20 May 2017

Lady Marissa's Problem


Lady Marissa's Problem

(a stand alone Gorean short story featuring a new character from the upcoming 'Shadows of Gor' novel)

It was intolerable of course, the way Lady Marissa's favourite Guardsman, Darius, was doting over his new slave-girl, Sasira. Like many Free Women, Marissa did not particularly like slaves. Obviously she understood that they were a useful part of Gorean society, and certainly she couldn’t imagine a world without them, but nevertheless there was something about the scantily clad girls that annoyed her. Darius had saved for many months to purchase a blonde barbarian girl from the pens of Attius, one of the more respectable slavers in the city of Corcyrus. The word 'respectable' had limited meaning of course when conferred upon the caste of slavers, but in this case it meant that Attius didn’t obviously assess Free Women as if they might be potential merchandise every time he met one. In contrast to some other slavers who would be noting down a woman's likely block price within minutes of meeting her, Attius was always polite and respectful to women such as Marissa – according them the same dignity as male customers. This pleased Marissa, because on the whole she didn’t trust or like slavers – an understandable opinion, and a sensible one. Even the kindest, most deferential slaver was really akin to a sleen on a leash. Marissa was intelligent enough to recognise that a slaver who was polite and respectful within the confines of a city might act very differently if encountered on the road if his guards outnumbered one’s own.