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==[[By the Book]]==
{{By the Book}}
''Tal and Welcome to the Barbarians of Gor website. This website server to offer the following information:[[category:TOC]]
* [[:Category:Rules|The Rules]] for Conduct, Role Play Etiquette, Membership and Discord
* [[:Category:Gor Roleplay|How to Roleplay]] in this setting, including [[In Character Restrictions]]
* [[:Category:Game Manual|Game Play Guides]] for functionality that is unique to our server
* [[:Category:Locations|Locations]] in the world of role-play hubs, clans and bases
* [[:Category:New To Gor|New To Gor]] articles and links including a quick cheat sheet
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=Server Setting=
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<I>Something has gone horribly wrong. You remember boarding a ship but have no memory of how you have arrived in this barren wild land. Were you captured? Was there a storm? Have the Priest Kings moved you to some new place as rumor suggests they may? It is unlikely that you will ever know, yet you know one thing …
<I>Something has gone horribly wrong. You remember boarding a ship but have no memory of how you have arrived in this barren wild land. Were you captured? Was there a storm? Have the Priest Kings moved you to some new place as rumor suggests they may? It is unlikely that you will ever know, yet you know one thing …


You are still on Gor. For there in the night sky are the three moons. But further you know this to be the planet of your birth for you are of Gor and it is in your blood. Unfortunately, this is about all that you do know.


You are still on Gor. For there in the night sky are the three moons. But further you know this to be the planet of your birth for you are of Gor and it is in your blood. Unfortunately, this is about all that you do know.




The [[Natives|people]] of this land seem more barbaric than even those of Torvaldsland and speak languages you do not recognize. The flora and fauna are mostly unfamiliar to you. The question is how will you survive and more so, how will you thrive.

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The [[Natives|people]] of this land seem more barbaric than even those of Torvaldsland and some speak languages you do not recognize. The flora and fauna are mostly unfamiliar to you. The question is how will you survive and more so, how will you thrive.

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Welcome to Barbarians of Gor, a BtB PvP-RP experience set in a land not that dissimilar to Earth’s Hyborian age.
 
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=Season Three: Return to Exile=
<I>Ten thousand years ago, Howard’s World of Conan was happening on Earth during the Hyperborean age.  Ten thousand years ago the Priest Kings of Gor were taking people from the planet Earth and populating their planet.  What if various groups of Hyborians were taken and placed on a remote set of islands in the far western edge of the ocean, Goreans call Thassa.  Like the rest of the planet, the Priest Kings would limit the technology available to these Hyborian descendants. Little would change of their original cultures over the intervening millennial but eventually they would be more Gorean than Earthling, even if as unknown to the mainlanders as the Pani were for so very long.
 
When most of the Goreans and many of the natives of New Sardar took their chance to escape the impending volcanic eruption, the Stygian's of New Sardar began a crusade to dominate the exile lands. Those Goreans who remained behind, along with their Hyborian allies and Earth-born slaves settled in the area of Telith Island hoping the eruption would never come, but preparing for the worst.
 
The worse turned out, not to be fire raining from the sky, but blood in the streets. The Stygians were able to amass enough of a force to threaten the small town of Vargor and have been fighting simply to survive the onslaught. When word of the troubles reached those on the island (Season Two on Siptah) the Goreans organized to return and help defend the town.</I>
 
'''Season Three begins with the return of the Goreans and their Hyborian allies to the exile land of New Sardar where they settle in the small but culturally diverse area around Telith Island which has been called Vargor by its inhabitants. We invite you to join this Season where we will be introducing a DM/Seer lead plot line that pits the players against the Stygian clans.
 
We have to admit that when we put up our Gorean server, we expected only a handful of Conan lore players to join us. Certainly the two fictions have things in common. However, what we did not expect, was how many Conan Lore players would be interested in Gor. Our Season Three fiction allows new to Gor players an entrance into our world where they can learn as they go, without pushing our suspension of disbelief. 
 
Gor needs new blood and new players, and we are delighted with those who have joined us. They are excellent writers who are growing and learning every day. The role-play has been amazing.
 
=Races=
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=About Gorean Slavery=
=Description from Hedone=
{{:Gor vs. BDSM (Luther)}}


=Conan Exiles=
<I>Is that light up ahead?  You push through your exhaustion, swimming as best you can towards the distant beach, your feet finally touching solid ground. Staggering forward you fall to your knees. Waves batter you from behind as you start to crawl towards dry land.  Gasping, you choke, the water coursing around you, crashing against your body and shoving you onward. You finally manage to drag yourself to the shore and out of the raging water.
{{:Category:Game Manual}}
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Some things you might not know about Conan Exiles and Private Servers:
* The game can be purchased for under $10 via CD Keys for Steam, come ask us how. You will need the DLC Isle of Siptah.
* Even if you do not own a DLC you can SEE and USE items from those DLCs, you just can not craft them yourself.
* PvP '''can be restricted''' based on online clan numbers - it doesn't '''have to be''' about getting your base destroyed while you are off line.
* Purge settings can also be set similarly.
* Building damage and decay can be adjusted.
* While you do need to trust those in your clan, we are scripting a "super clan" or [[Barbarians Of Gor Mod|RP Town system]] that will allow small clans to SAFELY ally.


=[[Second Life vs Conan Exiles]]=
Your life as you knew it is over.  What brought you here is no longer relevant.  Your history made you who you are, but the past and your experience will only guide what happens to you now.  Your previous life, before you stepped out of that raging storm, all your friends, your connections, your entire existence, is gone.  Were you a wealthy merchant, a skilled warrior, or a bound slave?  None of that matters now.
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=About the Team=
Turning your head, you look back at the writhing maelstrom moving its way out to sea.  You have no idea how you managed to survive, and whether that survival was a blessing or a curse.  The freezing, damp air that you suck into your starving lungs stings yet you still count it as a blessing from the gods after a long struggle to succumb to the deep.  You manage to get to your feet again and look around.  Brushing the sand and seaweed from the heavy clothing that clings, hanging from your body like an anchor.  You try to survey your surroundings through the trio of moons dimly lighting the clouds above you.
The admin team for Barbarians of Gor have been together for decades and has a great deal of experience in running customized (modded) online games, role-play communities and the world of Gor. This isn't our first rodeo, if you'd like to know more about us please join discord and ask.


{{:BottomBar}}
There is hope.  In the distance, you can see civilization ahead, torches and lamps lighting the night sky in a warm glow of hundreds of flickering lights.  Dragging yourself forward, praying to any deity that may be listening that somehow there is a good samaritan ahead who can help or at least not want to actively harm you.</I>

Latest revision as of 21:00, 15 May 2024

Something has gone horribly wrong. You remember boarding a ship but have no memory of how you have arrived in this barren wild land. Were you captured? Was there a storm? Have the Priest Kings moved you to some new place as rumor suggests they may? It is unlikely that you will ever know, yet you know one thing …

You are still on Gor. For there in the night sky are the three moons. But further you know this to be the planet of your birth for you are of Gor and it is in your blood. Unfortunately, this is about all that you do know.



The people of this land seem more barbaric than even those of Torvaldsland and some speak languages you do not recognize. The flora and fauna are mostly unfamiliar to you. The question is how will you survive and more so, how will you thrive.



Description from Hedone

Is that light up ahead? You push through your exhaustion, swimming as best you can towards the distant beach, your feet finally touching solid ground. Staggering forward you fall to your knees. Waves batter you from behind as you start to crawl towards dry land. Gasping, you choke, the water coursing around you, crashing against your body and shoving you onward. You finally manage to drag yourself to the shore and out of the raging water.

Your life as you knew it is over. What brought you here is no longer relevant. Your history made you who you are, but the past and your experience will only guide what happens to you now. Your previous life, before you stepped out of that raging storm, all your friends, your connections, your entire existence, is gone. Were you a wealthy merchant, a skilled warrior, or a bound slave? None of that matters now.

Turning your head, you look back at the writhing maelstrom moving its way out to sea. You have no idea how you managed to survive, and whether that survival was a blessing or a curse. The freezing, damp air that you suck into your starving lungs stings yet you still count it as a blessing from the gods after a long struggle to succumb to the deep. You manage to get to your feet again and look around. Brushing the sand and seaweed from the heavy clothing that clings, hanging from your body like an anchor. You try to survey your surroundings through the trio of moons dimly lighting the clouds above you.

There is hope. In the distance, you can see civilization ahead, torches and lamps lighting the night sky in a warm glow of hundreds of flickering lights. Dragging yourself forward, praying to any deity that may be listening that somehow there is a good samaritan ahead who can help or at least not want to actively harm you.