1 - 20 of 265 Bookmarks
Navigation
List of Bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
A goddess of mercy hears a plea for justice, and sends her champion to a world with neither mercy or justice. Systlin is appalled by what she finds, but she's used to standing like a rock and making the world change around her. A reckoning comes to Gor, and there isn't a goddamned thing any of the fucking fucks on Gor can do about it.
Systlin is my own OC from my original work. Is she overpowered? Probably but you can't stop me. Look me in the eyes, Goreans and John Norman. I'm the captain of this ship now.
EDIT; apparently this has spawned several other fics where ridiculously OP female protags get thrown onto Gor and react with gratuitous violence, and may I just say; I'm so proud of all of you.
I fucking told you, John Norman. I'm the captain of this ship now.Series
- Part 1 of Mitraka
-
Bookmark Tags:
-
Bookmark Notes:
Cheer it with me!!!
FUCK GOR AND CHOKE ON YOUR SHIT BOOK JOHN NORMAN ((ヾ(≧皿≦ﾒ)ﾉ))
And thanks for the good read (〃´ω`〃)
I will definitely continue the series! -
Bookmark Notes:
The room was not locked; the door was not even entirely shut. After all, who would dare accost an assassin in his own chamber, in his own stronghold?
Systlin, who'd killed the Master of Knives in his own bedchamber, in his own mountain, grinned wolfishly at the thought as she slipped through the cracked open door
“It cannot be.” One said at last, in a tone of dull disbelieving horror. “It cannot be. She cannot be...”
Systlin examined her fingernails. Drew one of her smaller knives, and began cleaning them.
“Stop it.” The first man, sharp. “We are assassins, brothers. Whatever foul sorcery the she-sleen has used to do this, we will have her life for it. We will search the hall. She may still be present.”
Slow nods all around. “Hiran.” One said. “Was skilled, and from what the reports claimed she beat him through an underhanded trick. We must work together; she's proven dishonorable, willing to stoop to poison. This means she fears facing us all together.”
Above them, Systlin began on the fingernails of the other hand.
“You warrior caste types tend to think with your muscles, not your brains. Which, do continue. It will make things easier for us.”
“When I get out of this cell,” One man said, his voice low and threatening. “I shall take great pleasure in setting my collar on you, woman.”
Elizabeth, who had been of New York and considered a yelled statement to go fuck oneself a formal greeting, snorted. “Oh, I expect you would, and I’d take pleasure in pulling a Princess Leia on you if you tried.”
They of course didn’t comprehend the reference, but they got the gist of it. They glowered. She rose to her feet, dusting her hands off. “Ah well. If you don’t want to talk you don’t want to talk. I’ll just be on my way then, and be back later. A shame I couldn’t finish my lunch.” She eyed the rest of her food…the chicken, the rolls, the butter, the sweet sliced fruit… “I’d share, but you’d have to give me something worthwhile. And if you don’t want to…” Another shrug, and she turned and started walking away.
“Wait,” said one voice, grudging, before she’d gone five steps.
Elizabeth Cardwell smiled like a shark, and turned back.
The Panther Girls and a couple dozen of the Ubara’s soldiers had taken over a tavern for the evening. The lot were, at this point, well lubricated with wine and paiga, and things were getting rowdy. Maryunne was arm-wrestling one of the soldiers; bets were being placed and encouragement shouted to both sides. A dozen women had started up drinking songs, and were getting louder the more into their cups they got. Three card games were running; everyone was cheating outrageously, with the goal seeming to be to attempt to out-cheat everyone else. A game of knife-throw had started up using a few old planks with a target drawn on in charcoal as a target. Two women who’d met three hours ago were currently kissing passionately in a dark corner, with encouragement occasionally being shouted their way.
Four days out of Kasra, they met their first small town in the southern plains of ostensibly civilized Gor. It was not a town even big enough to warrant a wall. The whole place had mustered at most a hundred warriors, who took one look at what they were facing and, showing no sense whatsoever, apparently determined that they would die bravely.
And it begged Systlin to not kill Marlenus if she faced him, and to let him instead be tried before those he’d held slave. It spoke of one of the Panther Girls, a woman by the name of Verna, who had been held slave briefly by the Ubar of Ar, and told them that the Ubar of Ar was not immune to a pretty and vicious face.
It was strange. Foicatch knew the woman, and she was indeed magnificent, if not perhaps so astounding as his own wife. He could see the attraction; he could very very well understand the attraction. He’d always had a weakness for women who were just as at home in desperate battle as he was. He’d fallen hard and fast for Systlin, who somehow managed to find a fight and win it wherever she went. And yet, Marlenus had sought to own that fire, rather than simply delight in its wildness, and had sought to tame and shape it into what he’d wanted it to be.
Didn’t the man understand, Foicatch wondered, that if you tried to own and shape that fire into anything else, it wouldn’t be that which had so enthralled you? Likely not. So many of the men of this world were so tragically fucking stupid that way.
Even I lose now and then; you’ve won enough matches against me to know that. If he’s never lost one, it means three things. That he is very good, that he’s been lucky in combat where his life is on the line, and that his men don’t dare score a winning hit against him.
-
Bookmark Tags:
Bookmark Collections:
Bookmark Notes:
Having the displeasure of learning about chronicles of Gor (although I think I've seen one or two of the book covers before) partnered with the glee of reading a fic that breaks it down and spits in its face. Great fic although tw apply
-
Bookmark Notes:
Truly a delightful thing, and not just because it spawned one of my favorite warcraft fics. It's honestly really vindicating to see someone write with the same amount of vitriol to Gor as I have, and there's a whole set of other crossovers after it that are fun to boot.
-
Bookmark Tags:
Bookmark Notes:
Do you ever have an itch for someone to just kill evil people? liberate the oppressed quickly and without angst? this is for you. systlin... she... *bisexual panic noises*