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A surprise from Odin and The PK's themselves.....

Though I wasn't ready to leave Trevelyan Hall by any means yet, I did move myself to Devars Cabin.....my hide-away...always had been and always will be. It was the one place I could find solace, peace.....only this time, I could add happiness and elation as well. Tyler had told me he had a surprise for me but when he placed my son, Garan, within my arms, tears filled my eyes and I knew then as I looked to him, I couldn't or wouldn't ever be able to repay him for this gift. Torr's gift of life to me....my precious son, returned and with me as he should be.

Plans had been set into motion to draw Seth out...the celebration we were throwing, we knew would be the key factor. Seth wouldn't pass by the chance to be able to gain access to either I or Daria....in his eyes, Daria was still his companion, in our eyes, Seth was dead to all of us...or would be.

Tyler had already made arrangements for Garan to be heavily guarded for the night but in the meantime, until it was time...I shut the door on everyone and everything and softened up enjoying this reunion with my son and couldn't wait till the night was over with to return to him and try to begin living again.....

I could feel Tyler's eye watching me with Garan. He said not a word until, "Garan. That's a fine, strong name, Sin. It's a name that will carry him through a good, long life." A little too demonstratively for me, I saw him sigh and feigned alarm. I chuckled when he said, "Oh my. I've got to meet with someone." I had already spoken with Daria and she told me of their plans to meet that eve. I wasn't even aware then that he had gone, so intensely was I inventorying Garan. I laid him down on the furs right beside me and opened the blanket he had been wrapped in.

I put my finger in his palm and when he grabbed it fiercely, I instantly felt relieved. Strong little critter though, that's good. His father would be proud. I laid my hand alongside my cheek and began to cry, the tears dripping one by one into my hair. Both hands came up over my eyes and my body shook with staggered sobs. The misery of being away from my son and Torr, Judith's death, my plans laid for Seth, it all poured out of me, soaking the lace neckline of my nightgown. I wanted to go back to the time when everything made sense. I wanted to lie with Torr again. I tried to cry my heart right out of my chest and might have if a chubby little hand hadn't jerked to life and scratched me with a ragged fingernail. Garan wiggled, kicked out his legs and opened his mouth in a big wonderful yawn, and as he did, he blinked once, twice, then fixated his eyes on me. Staring stright back into my own emerald eyes were the eyes of Torr, and so intense that they were so focused on me as if he could see right through flesh to bone. I screeched with glee and laughed so loud that tia, one of Tyler's girls' came bolting through the door, asking me if I was alright. I looked to her and said, "I'm fine". The girl left and I folded the blanket edges over Garan and pulled him up holding him tightly to my chest, where he tightly wrapped both arms around my neck, a further sign of his natural self-confidence. I knew I would have to send him back to his father soon but I decided to enjoy every minute I had with him, while I had him with me.

When Warriors Hide

I guess my Pirate past has not left me completely. Being that our past is what makes us who and what we are. Something I am still left in the dark on regarding Warriors and this thing they call BrotherHood. I was taught if you were a man and you wished something was not being done or that you wish to keep something from happening you stand up and stop it if you are in the position to.

Lately with what I have seen, heard and witnessed among what are suppose to be my Caste brothers. Is more like politicians groveling for power. Fear of a woman no less, that all she did was use a quill and keep records. Yet some feared she could some how magically control us Warrior's thoughts, minds and decisions. Perhaps she was not a Scribe but a Haruspex those mythical people of the plains that can caste spells and control people and see the future.

I wish someone could clear the vision in the leading ranks of Caste. For the timing of this latest event could not be worse. And of course whispered to my ears by Brothers of the Red is that it was done to control the upcoming election. That was tried before and failed but looks like where men fail the influence of a woman succeeded and it was not the women who were doing the work that tried to influence anyone. Yet loyal service to our Caste was rewarded with scorn and ridicule that made them feel sub-standard. And those are the words of the women who so loyally served us.

The excuse? "We only offered to help."

Tell me anyone when and "offer" goes beyond the decline and into the realm of being forced upon someone does it end being an "offer" or even "Helpful". I swear some of my Caste Brothers can twist a word better than any scribe or merchant even better than the best skilled assassin can twist a blade to end one man's life. For with the twist of words was removed something from two women who did nothing more for our Caste than all the work no one else would do over the years.

I am but a simple warrior with my past life as a pirate so maybe the logic or reasons of this elude me for lack of education? So if anyone out there who is my brother and knows of what I speak can give me insight as to why there was no jump to defend the very women who dedicated their skills, life and time to keeping our Caste current and going. When the words of two can undermine all that has taken years to accomplish. How can we stand aside and call ourselves warriors? I stood up and I knew a few that did. Question is my Brother did you? Or did you just turn a blind eye to the needed aide and defense of a long time ally?

When did Warriors stop getting involved? And hide out of the scene for fear of conflict?

~Trace

Tal Goreans!
Once more it seems it is time to fill you in on all of the happenings of an humble warrior.
First the warrior spars were a great success and I thoroughly enjoyed competing with the greatest of Gor. They were well run and a special cograts to Razi Tende, our newest champion!
It is with heavy heart I must tell you my long time companion, Caprice Dacotus and I mutually decided not to renew our contract any longer.She longed for her home and to seek any family she may be able to find, and givin my duties in Sais, I could not leave. I wish her all the best in her endeavors and the assurance, our son Ti will be lovingly cared for.
It would also seem my sister made her decision to leave Sais and her family behind, to swear to another homestone. Against my pleadings to simply reside elsewhere and swear where her family and loved ones are, she has made her own decisions and it would seem has also turned an entire city against me. All I can say on this issue is if a city would turn away an honorable warrior on the words of a woman, then I no longer wish to go there anyway. I wish them all well.
It would also seem my own mother ran in terror of my supposed insane wrath, but then she for the most part was never around anyway, flitting here and there from city to city, so I wish her well also.
On an up note, after many moons of heartache from my beloved companions departure, it would seem I have been blessed by the Kings with the arrival of a beautiful Paravaci lady into my life. Mjane has been invaluable to me and a wonderful friend and guide to my young son. She came along with timing only the Kings themselves could have provided, with me dealing alone with an infant son. It is wonderful to have someone who actually knows which end to diaper and important things such as no chocolate before bedtime. I can attribute the smile I wear and the many restful night's sleep to her and her love and devotion.
I also have more good news, Sais proudly welcomes our three newest warriors,Sagi Theocritus, Gryffin Marter and Thierry Drake. We are thrilled to again have such skill within our city and welcome them all. I look forward to meeting you all in the sands for a friendly spar in the near future. We also welcome our visiting warrior Chase Steel and have givin him the honor of servicing as our Captain of the Dock Guards. Hail Sais!
And so it seems, another turn has been taken in my future and the future of my beloved city. I admit I look forward to many new adventures and hopefully many new events for my growing city.
Now it would seem my real duty calls, Ti is crying and Mjane seems to be out for the ihn, so I must figure out which cry this is, the hungry, wet or simply want to be picked up cry. I have a theory, I'll start with the chocolate and work my way to the rest.
I have learned recently of a new entertainers Isle, Sodalitas which I hope soon to visit. It is home to many of our illustrious Gorean entertainers and I hope soon to visit for a hand and relax to enjoy a few of the many shows they offer. Until next time............
Be well Goreans! Colum Hunter

The ABCs of Primary Assessment:

A=Airway. All the healing skills in the world aren't going to help your patient if there's no respiration. In some cases this will be obvious, for there can be little doubt that you have a breathing patient if it's a warrior bellowing for paga and a cute slave girl. In that case, of course, you can go right back to the B and C of primary assessment. However, there are those occasions when you will be called to the aid (or the clinic) and will be faced with a situation where those primary assessment skills will be called into use. To determine respiration, lean over and settle your ear close to the patient's mouth while looking across the chest to watch for the rise and fall of breathing. Be aware that agonal respirations, more often called the "death rattle" are a definite possibility and your goal at that moment is to restore breathing and circulation of oxygenated blood to the patient. Upon determining that there is no respiration, secure a patent airway by placing your hand upon the patient's forehead, tipping it back while lifting the chin with your other hand. You should assess whether or not this has opened an airway. In the event that it has not, you shall have to provide those respirations either by mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, or the use of intubation and oxygen therapy.

B=Bleeding. "All bleeding stops sometime." A tried and true axiom. It is not, however, the goal of the physician to have the bleeding stop because your patient has run out of the liquid of life. One should work, as soon as a patent airway has been established, at controlling major bleeding. This may be done either by the use of pressure bandages, or cauterization of the severed vessels. Arterial blood will be bright red and spurting; venous blood is unoxygenated and will be darker and oozing rather than squirting. Basic common sense should lead you to the most affected areas. The closer to the heart, the more life threatening the wound can be.

C=Circulation. If the blood isn't traveling around the body, the organs aren't getting the oxygen that keeps them vital and alive. Cardiac massage, either closed or open chest, is the preferred method of revitalizing the electrical function of the cardiac muscle and thus restoring the normal circulatory patterns to the body. The heel of the hand should be placed at mid-chest, the other hand atop it. Applying a steady pressure to compress the thoracic region 1 to 2 horts every ehn and continuing that, interspersed with 2 deep mouth-to-mouth breaths and/or ambu-bag compressions every 15 compressions has been well proven to provide enough oxygen to the tissues to keep a patient viable until stability is achieved.

Onward and upward to better live patient care!