Blog of Varn

Hear Ye! Hear Ye! (Note from Gortuga)

A huge  storm  tears through the Thassa and lands on the port of Gortuga.  Destruction is inevitable as many try and flee on ships. Many don’t make it and are lost among the debris.  As ships return and clean up starts the town crier writes a scroll and has tarn messengers deliver it to cities that can assist with medical personnel, and  search and rescue. scroll dropped to Ambassador and Administrator.
(please see attached nc if interested in joining in the cross sim rp.  many Scimitarians are trapped.)
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Gortuga was hit by a bad storm that has destroyed the port (We moved to a full sim).  The town crier shouts out the news of the day throughout the port letting all  residents know of the going ons.  The last message is as follows:

The last Criers reports:
Hear Yee Hear Yee!” bawls the town crier. “Still some folks missing from the storm. Council a Captains ask anyone as able to keep a look out on the beaches, cliffs and caves, for missing folks. Not all the ships are in yet and accounted for. Keep your ears open for any search and rescue efforts as they be mounted. Hear Yee Hear Yee!…” the town crier saunters on repeating his cry and looking more then a bit tiddly as he staggers down the street after a night of relieved carousing in the tavern, the crier brandishes a bit of a scroll and calls out, “Hear Yee Hear Yeee, hic! Missing people reported lesh see here, roight! Ahh the ladies Keira and Chloe, and the mens and slaves, Davor, Daegan, Athils, Baran Jie, Radek,  and Atticus oh and Fabi Fabiano Dar…” Peers again at the scroll. “I think thats it… let me know if theres more… be on the look out for em… hic!”
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A scroll is being sent out to all cities near and far with emergency personnel available.  There are many missing and injured.  All who wish to rp assisting the injured, helping find the lost, or rebuilding the port  our search and rescue rp will be during these times:
Friday February 21, 2020 5pm sl – 9 pm sl
Saturday February 22, 2020  9am sl to 1 pm sl
Sunday February 22, 2020 2pm sl to ??
Monday February 23, 2020   OOC dance 6pm slt

Come have some fun.

Captain Turner (City of Gortuga)

RETSU’s Fantasy Magic Show in Pandemonium

RersuWHEN: Today 1pm SLT
WHERE: Hell’s Circle @ Pandemonium

http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Tabor%20Tropics/62/62/49

This event happens only once a month. If you have attended his Fantasy Show before, you definitely know how amazing the show was! Now, this is another chance to see it.

Join us this afternoon and see something that will make your fantasy life extraordinary!

Phallus Incognito Art Show in Varn

Phallus Incognito, a retrospect of those male parts that you may have or may not have been seen in the open throughout the city. Free, slaves and allies of the city have posed “au naturel” and gallery viewers are encouraged to guess whos is whos. Twenty paintings adorn the walls of the gallery.

This interactive collection has “hints” in each painting to help the viewer along the path of discovery. After the shock and aww of looking at all the cocks wears off is when the detective work begins.

Ballots are available on the table near the entrance along with some treats. The citizens of Varn welcome everyone to come and enjoy this exhibition. SURL: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/CITY%20OF%20VARN/8/96/22

exhibit coming soon…

bandit is working on an art project to display erotic art of Gor. The exhibition will also have a ballot box and submission one as well. This exhibit will be more then just viewing. Further detail coming soon or tickle bandit in-world and he may tell you a bit more.

Tales of the Drunken Blacksmith

El Distructo awakes with a super hangover, his body half in bed, half on the floor. The first thing he remembers was the sexy slave dancing in the Tavern. He grunts and groans, trying to get himself fully in bed and tries to remember the events of the night before. “Dylan, Adriel” he mumbles, remember following them to the Tavern. He took a drink or two or three; next thing he remembers is stumbling out the tavern bidding farewell to the Embers. Pain and bruises. “I need a physician!” he mumbles, passing out again.