The City of Turia, Ar of the South, is proud to present to you, The famous Games of Love War. A special game event revolving around combat, and drawn from the books, then adapted to fit SL for the best fun, and the most BTB experience we can muster. This event is open to ALL CITIES!
This event will be hosted by The City of Turia, and shall be organized and judged with the same honor, respect, and impartiality as you have all come to expect from the City of Turia.
DETAILS:
Time: Starting - 12 PM SLT
Day: Saturday December 17th, 2011
Registration for this event MUST BE HANDED IN NO LATER THAN: Thursday 15th December, 2011
There are NO LINDEN prizes for this event, NO TROPHIES. Your prizes are honor, glory and WOMEN! Yes, Women. All who fight.. AND WIN shall have the honor of proving your city is the best, and shall take home a woman for two whole days (48 hours ONLY) to do with as you please.
Exception to this rule: The Free Women must not be disfigured, harmed to the point of brusing, pierced, sold to another City or person, nor damaged in any way that would cause injury to her body, in the time that you have her in your possession.
See the main note card for more rules and info on this.
Registration for this event MUST BE SUBMITTED NO LATER THAN: Thursday 15th December, 2011
Tournament Rules
Meter: GM
Running: Yes
Dodging: Yes
Shields: Yes
AOs: No
Huds: N0
Matches: 1-1 Elimination
Weapons Allowed: Turia approved weapon makers only.
Cheating, or failure to follow the rules will be an immediate disqualification, and your woman shall be gifted to your opponant by default for the agreed upon term of 48 hours.
The Tournament Administrator's decisions are FINAL.
Arguing, Bickering, Drama, and Attempts to influence the tournament administrator in his rulings are treated with a ZERO TOLERANCE POLICY and will result in disqualification from the tournament, and/or ejection from the sim.
Event: Turain Love War
Time: Starting - 12 PM SLT
Day: Saturday December 17th, 2011
Where: City of Turia, Outside the city gates in the Plains of Turia.
The Application! Send this completed form to me, Darius Vayandar to enter!.
By submitting this notecard to Darius Vayandar, I agree that I have read and understand the rules of the Love War.
This form MUST BE HANDED IN NO LATER THAN: Thursday 15th December, 2011
You are a woman without defender or a man without woman but willing to challenge another fighter for the possession of his woman or slave? Precise it and fill this form.
NOTE: Each Free Women indicated below, must attach a photo of her face (unveiled).
Date:
Time:
~Fighter~
Second Life Account Name:
Character's Name:
Homestone:
Caste:
Do you you bring women to the stakes: Yes - No
(If yes, list them in giving the following informations)
~Women on the Stakes:
Second Life Account Name:
Character's Name:
Homestone:
Caste:
Attached Face Photo Unvailed:
The Order of events!
In order to keep things going smoothly, this is how the event will work on the day of the Love War. The schedules are given only as an indication and can be subject to modifications, following the role play.
Order of Events:
12 PM SLT: Naming the Order of the Stakes
The appointed Physician for the Tournament will name the order of the stakes starting with 1st stake and until there are none left. All FW and Stake Defenders should be present by this time and each woman will get on their appointed stake as their number is called. All FW participating in the Love War will be on a stake before the tournament begins.
Men come to see the stake women and choose the ones who please them the most and they wish to claim. They challenge their defender. They are allowed to require to see the free women without veil.
12:30 pm SLT: Registration
All men fighting to claim a woman on the stakes will register with the appointed judge to get on the list to compete. They give the number of the woman that they want to claim. The defender confirms if he accepts the challenge. All men wishing to claim a woman on the stakes MUST be present at this time.
12:45 pm SLT to 2:00 pm SLT: Let the games begin!
Starting with the first man to register, he selects a woman on the stakes to fight for, challenges her defender, and they duel. If he wins, he takes her home with him. If he loses, the defender may leave her tied to the stake for the possibility of further duels or may remove her from the stake.
We will hold NO MORE than three battles, per judge, at any given time. Each judge will always be within the vicinity of their covered area. If three battles are already under way, you must wait to perform your challenge until at least one has ended, and the judge announces your entry.
IF you challenge for a FW and the Defender of that FW does not compete or withdraws from competition, the Defender withdraws with his honor intact and the FW is then claimed by the Challenger.
NO LINDEN PRIZES
There are NO LINDEN prizes for this event, NO TROPHIES. Your prizes are honor, glory and WOMEN! Yes, Women.
All who fight.. AND WIN shall have the honor of proving your city is the best, and shall take home a woman for two whole days (48 hours ONLY) to do with as you please.
Exception to this rule: The Free Women must not be disfigured, harmed to the point of brusing, pierced, sold to another City or person, nor damaged in any way that would cause injury to her body, in the time that you have her in your possession.
After the 48 hours is up, she is freed and returned to her respective homestone.
NO CHEATING
Cheating, or failure to follow the rules will be an immediate disqualification, and your woman shall be gifted to your opponant by default for the agreed upon term of 48 hours.
For the women, MUST READ!
You must be thinking, “Why would my character ever participate in these games?”
Because the games were used for all Free women, it was highly competitive between the women of different cities and wagon people camps. Each woman’s position on the stakes determined her beauty, and only the most beautiful women were chosen to be offered up as a prize.
As a Free Woman offering herself up for THIS Love War, she is not only showing the beauty that her home provides, but also shows faith in her home’s warriors that duel for her. It was common for the women to spit at the men in jest and the men to tease the women about their real of made up imperfections.
REQUIREMENT FOR THE EVENT: Attach your face Photo, (unveiled), when registering with your Defender for this event.
This would be sent to the Physician in charge.
City FW: What to Expect
You should dress in your finest robes and will escorted to the stakes. You will be tied to the stake and expected to wait until the duels are over. Before the duels begin, the men have permission to look you over. They may not remove your clothing, but the appointed judge from your city can and will remove your veil at the request of any wagon man that wishes to see what lies beneath your veil. Afterwards, you will remain veiled for the duration of the competition. If the warrior from your homestone fights and wins the competition, you will return to your home. If your warrior looses, you are agreeing to RP with the victor for the 48 hour capture time period. You are highly encouraged to RP these 48 hours and have fun, as this is intended to promote RP between your sim and the sim you will be at for the next 48 hours. Remember, HE fought for YOU.
NOTE:
- It would be advisable that if you wish to NOT BECOME PREGNANT, that a drink or some form of slave wine is taken, days in advance, before participating in this event. Check with a Physician (Seek assistance with your Homestone Physician or the City of Turia's Physicians)
- If you are a Virgin, you Enter these games at your own Risk.
The Free Men who win you, have instructions of the following:
The Free Women must not be disfigured, harmed to the point of brusing, pierced, sold to another City or person, nor damaged in any way that would cause injury to her body, in the time that you have her in your possession.
And the quotes from the book of how it really was!
The Love War: How It Really Was (Quotes)
"I do not know if there are, by count, a thousand stakes or not on the Plains of a Thousand Stakes, but I would suppose that there are that many or more. The stakes, flat-topped, each about six and half feet high and about seven or eight inches in diameter, stand in two long lines facing one another in pairs. The two lines are separated by about fifty feet and each stake in a line is separated from the stake on its left and right by about ten yards. The two lines of stakes extended for more than four pasangs across the prairie. One of these lines is closest to the city and the other to the prairies beyond. The stakes had recently been, I observed, brightly painted, each differently, in a delightful array of colors; further, each was trimmed and decorated variously, depending on the whim of the workman, sometimes simply, sometimes fancifully, sometimes ornately. The entire aspect was one of color, good cheer, lightheartedness and gaiety. There was something of the sense of carnival in the air. I was forced to remind myself that between these two lines of stakes men would soon fight and die.
I noted some of the workmen still affixing small retaining rings to some of the stakes, bolting them one on a side, usually about five feet to five and a half feet from the ground. A workman sprang a pair shut, and then opened them with a key, which he subsequently hung from a tiny hook near the top of the stake. I heard some musicians, come out early from Turia, playing a light tune behind the Turian stakes, about fifty yards or so away.
In the space between the two lines of stakes, for each pair of facing stakes, there was a circle of roughly eight yards in diameter. This circle, the grass having been removed, was sanded and raked.
Moving boldly now among the Wagon Peoples were vendors from Turia, selling their cakes, their wines and meats, even chains and collars."
— Nomads of Gor, pages 112-113.
“We moved slowly, walking the kaiila, in four long lines, the Tuchuks, the Kassars, the Kataii, the Paravaci, some two hundred or so warriors of each. … — Nomads of Gor, page 105.
"On long lines of tharlarion I could see warriors of Turia approaching in procession the Plains of a Thousand Stakes. The morning sun flashed from their helmets, their long tharlarion lances, the metal embossments on their oval shields, unlike the rounded shields of most Gorean cities. I could hear, like the throbbing of a heart, the beating of the two tharlarion drums that set the cadence of the march. Beside the tharlarion walked other men-at-arms, and even citizens of Turia, and more vendors and musicians, come to see the games. On the heights of distant Turia itself I could see the flutter of flags and pensions. The walls were crowded, and I supposed many upon them used the long glasses of the Caste of Builders to observe the field of the stakes. The warriors of Turia extended their formation about two hundred yards from the stakes until in ranks of four or five deep they were strung out in a line as long as the line of stakes itself. Then they halted. As soon as the hundreds of ponderous tharlarion had been marshaled into an order, a lance, carrying a fluttering pennon, dipped and there was a sudden signal on the tharlarion drums. Immediately the lances of the lines lowered and the hundreds of tharlarion, hissing and grunting, their riders shouting, the drums beating, began to bound rapidly towards us.
"Treachery!" I cried. There was nothing living on Gor I knew that could take the impact of a tharlarion charge. Elizabeth Cardwell screamed, throwing her hands before her face. To my astonishment the warriors of the Wagon Peoples seemed to be paying very little attention to the bestial avalanche that was even then hurtling down upon them. Some were haggling with the vendors, others were talking among themselves. I wheeled the kaiila, looking for Elizabeth Cardwell, who, afoot, would be slain almost before the tharlarion had crossed the lines of the stakes. She was standing facing the charging tharlarion, as though rooted to the earth, her hands before her face. I bent down in the saddle and tensed to kick the kaiila forward to sweep her to the saddle, turn and race for our lives.
"Really," said Kamchak. I straightened up and saw that the lines of the tharlarion lancers had, with much pounding and trampling of the earth, with shouting, with the hissing of the great beasts, stopped short, abruptly, some fifteen yards or so behind their line of stakes.
"It is a Turian joke," said Kamchak. "They are as fond of the games as we, and do not wish to spoil them." I reddened. Elizabeth Cardwell's knees seemed suddenly weak but she staggered back to us. — Nomads of Gor, pages 113-114.
"I heard a cry from the Turians across the way. "The wenches!" he cried, and this shout was taken up by many of the others. There was much laughing and pounding of lances on shields.
In a moment, to a thunder of kaiila paws on the turf, racing between the lines of stakes, scattering sand, there came a great number of riders, their black hair swirling behind them, who pulled up on their mounts, rearing and squealing, between the stakes, and leaped from the saddle to the sand, relinquishing the reins of their mounts to men among the Wagon Peoples. They were marvelous, the many wild girls of the Wagons, and I saw that chief among them was the proud, beauteous Hereena, of the First Wagon. They were enormously excited, laughing. Their eyes shone. A few spit and shook their small fists at the Turians across the way, who reciprocated with good-natured shouts and laughter. I saw Hereena notice the young man Harold among the warriors and she pointed her finger imperiously at him, gestur ing him to her. He approached her. "Take the reins of my kaiila, Slave," she said to him, insolently throwing him the reins. He took them angrily and, to the laughter of many of the Tuchuks present, withdrew with the animal.
The girls then went to mingle with the warriors. There were between a hundred and a hundred and fifty girls there from each of the four Wagon Peoples.
"Hah!" said Kamchak, seeing now the lines of tharlarion part for a space of perhaps forty yards, through which could be seen the screened palanquins of Turian damsels, borne on the shoulders of chained slaves, among them undoubtedly men of the Wagon Peoples. Now the excitement of the throng seemed mostly to course among the warriors of the Wagon Peoples as they rose in their stirrups to see better the swaying, approaching palanquins, each reputedly bearing a gem of great beauty, a fit prize in the savage contests of Love War. — Nomads of Gor, pages 114-115.
"One by one, clad in the proud arrays of resplendent silks, each in the Robes of Concealment, the damsels of Turia, veiled and straight-standing, emerged from their palanquins, scarcely concealing their distaste for the noise and clamor about them. Judges were now circulating, each with lists, among the Wagon Peoples and the Turians. As I knew, not just any girl, any more than just any warrior, could participate in the games of Love War. Only the most beautiful were eligible, and only the most beautiful of these could be chosen. A girl might propose herself to stand, as had Aphris of Turia, but this would not guarantee that she would be chosen, for the criteria of Love War are exacting and, as much as possible, objectively applied. Only the most beautiful of the most beautiful could stand in this harsh sport.
I heard a judge call, "First Stake! Aphris of Turia!"
"Hah!" yelled Kamchak, slapping me on the back, nearly knocking me from the back of my kaiila. I was astonished. The Turian wench was beautiful indeed, that she could stand at the first stake. This meant that she was quite possibly the most beautiful woman in Turia, certainly at least among those in the games this year. In her silks of white and gold, on cloths thrown before her, Aphris of Turia stepped disdainfully forward, guided by a udge, to the first of the stakes on the side of the Wagon Peoples. The girls of the Wagon Peoples, on the other hand, would stand at the stakes nearest Turia. In this way the Turian girls can see their city and their warriors, and the girls of the Wagons can see the plains and the warriors of the Wagon Peoples. I had also been informed by Kamchak that this places the girl farther from her own people. Thus, to interfere, a Turian would have to cross the space between the stakes, and so, too, would one of the Wagon Peoples, thus clearly calling themselves to the attention of the judges, those officials supervising the Games.
The judges were now calling names, and girls, both of the Wagon Peoples and of Turia, were coming forward. I saw that Hereena, of the First Wagon, stood Third Stake, though, as far as I could note, she was no less beautiful than the two Kassar girls who stood above her. Kamchak explained that there was a slight gap between two of her teeth on the upper right hand side in the back.
"Oh," I said. I noted with amusement that she was furious at having been chosen only third stake. "I, Hereena of the First Wagon, am superior," she was crying, "to those two Kassar she-kaiila!"
The selection of the girls, incidentally, is determined by judges in their city, or of their own people, in Turia by members of the Caste of Physicians who have served in the great slave houses of Ar; among the wagons by the masters of the public slave wagons, who buy, sell and rent girls, providing warriors and slavers with a sort of clearing house and market for their feminine merchandise. The public slave wagons, incidentally, also provide Paga. They are a kind of combination Paga tavern and slave market. I know of nothing else precisely like them on Gor. Kamchak and I had visited one last night where I had ended up spending four copper tarn disks for one bottle of Paga. I hauled Kamchak out of the wagon before he began to bid on a chained-up little wench from Port Kar who had taken his eye." — Nomads of Gor, pages 117-118.
" "Are the women at stake?" called a judge.
From down the long lines, from other judges, came the confirming cry. "They are at stake." "Let the women be secured," called the first judge, who stood on a platform near the beginning of the stake lines, this year on the side of the Wagon Peoples. Aphris of Turia, at the request of one of the minor judges, irritably removed her gloves, of silk-lined white verrskin, trimmed with gold, and placed them in a deep fold of her robes.
"The retaining rings," prompted the judge.
"It is not necessary," responded Aphris. "I shall stand quietly here until the sleen is slain."
"Place your wrists in the rings," said the judge, "or it shall be done for you."
In fury the girl placed her hands behind her head, in the rings, one on each side of the stake. The judge expertly lipped them shut and moved to the next stake. Aphris, not very obviously, moved her hands in the rings, fed to withdraw them. She could not, of course, do so. I ought I saw her tremble for just an instant, realizing herself cured, but then she stood quietly, looking about herself as though bored. The key to the rings hung, of course, on a small hook, about two inches above her head. "Are the women secured?" called the first judge, he on the platform.
"They are secured," was relayed up and down the long lines.
"Let the matches be arranged," called the judge. I soon heard the other judges repeating his cry. All along the lines of stakes I saw Turian warriors and those of the Wagon Peoples press into the area between the stakes. The girls of the wagons, as usual, were unveiled. Turian warriors walked along the line of stakes, examining them, stepping back when one spit or kicked at him. The girls jeered and cursed them, which compliment they received with good humor and pointed observations on the girls' real or imaginary flaws.
At the request of any warrior of the Wagon Peoples, a judge would remove the pins of the face veil of a Turian girl and push back the hood of her robes of concealment, in order that her head and face might be seen. This aspect of the games was extremely humiliating for the Turian girls, but they understood its necessity; few men, especially barbarian warriors, care to fight for a woman on whose face they have not even looked." — Nomads of Gor, pages 119-120.
