"Turia is a city of the far south, below the equator. It lies in
the lands of the Wagon Peoples. There is little water closer to it than a
thousand pasangs."
"Hunters of Gor" Page 43
One thousand pasangs, from the Carticus River as well as the southern
Thassa Sea. Little to no water, the journey is long, - arduous - dangerous
and dry. Such journey not undertaken lightly -
five to eight hands to reach Turia from just the Sardar Mountains is one
estimate. The plains are the domain of the proud and fearsome wagon people and
perhaps a few outlaws who have escaped their attention,. Treeless, the hunting
ground of creatures such as the sleen or kaiila, which can attack with little
or no warning.
The wagon caravans are long winding things that at a distance could
resemble a serpent or earthen train, as wagon after wagon rolls gingerly across
hard packed rutted road pulled by great beasts. And whether one comes from the
Thassa shores or crosses the Carticus River, all routes lead to the same place,
Turia. Mercenaries, Merchants, Tarnsmen,
Thalarion Calvary, all accompany these caravans of trade goods both to and from
Turia. Whatever the merchant's coin may
buy to reach the safety of Turia's high walled City. Yet, it is not always a
guaranteed safe passage, as the numerous bandits roam and may catch an unaware
caravan by surprise more often than not.
"Turia the high-walled, the nine-gated, was the Gorean city lying
in the midst of the huge prairies claimed by the Wagon Peoples. Never had it
fallen."
"Nomads of Gor" page 1
You will see high white walls, aged but strong, with many gates
surrounding and enclosing the entire city.
Each gate on the outer walls is manned by guards who will require you to
leave your bow at the gate and you will pay a copper tarsk fee to enter the
City of Turia. Archers may patrol the
walls, at times merely stand about, gazing over the plains and caravan's
approaching below. Thalarion Calvary can
often patrol the streets, as can guards, scarlets and defenders. Be wary when
trying anything illegal within our walls, we notch ears.
I expect you are tired, worn and weary, as our dust storms are often
and harsh on one's eyes, skin and lungs. You will see many here covered more
than other places, for protection against sun and the plain's cold nights. You
may need water, we have it of course, and it will cost you. You may need a
bath, we have glorious bath houses within our walls, ask for one. If it is here
on Gor, it can be found, most often, in Turia.
Supplies depending on Merchant's arrival and delivery of goods, but you
will not starve within our walls.
Never had it fallen...
Until Kamchak, and that was 2,000 gorean years before today. Give or
take a few hands. Turia has risen once
more, warily we gather, we repair and we rebuild. Wars had torn it down, lives had been lost,
and many had moved on until the millions of people because a mere million. The
trade caravans had stopped, and for awhile it was a much harsher and harder
living to be survived than most Turian's were used to. But these glorious walls have stood and will
continue to stand for many more generations that even our great great greatest
of grandchildren's children will still see the beauty of Turia standing tall
and proud.
It was not done easily, the Ubar's son was thought lost at sea, and in
the City of dust. Held in the hull of a
Pirate ship for a few years, he manned the oars. The first chance Cyrus
Kabasilas was given to escape, he seized it and did not stop to look back. He wanted to go home, but his home was not as
he expected, not how it was when he had left that fateful day years before, for
Ahmas Cairn.
Many do not know the whole story, and to tell it here would most likely
hinder much needed rest of a weary traveler. Needless to say, Cyrus possesses
Turia's Home Stone, the Ubar's pendant and lain claim to his birth right. He is
now Turia's administrator and in times of war, our Ubar. You will not know him
on sight, and he will not often talk of himself or his past. However he
welcomes you to our City, be you of low birth, of far lands or a peddler of
much needed goods, Welcome to Turia!
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