The Raider Of Gor
A Worn and Weathered Prologue:
"Even without the events between Kur and Priest-Kings over Gor all those years ago, I still think Goreans would still be a creature that fears Death and the dark. He doesnt face that fear; he averts his eyes from it and acts as if he never could fathom Second or even Third Knowledge. Escape your flat world! Become like her Red Dream and sleep through the noise. Embrace abandon and secret away the truth. Knowledge explodes forth and we drink from the fountain of regret. Fear... It is something vital to us puny creatures. The instant Man stopped fearing is the instant the species reaches a dead end, only to sink to pitiable lows, only to sit and wait apathetically for extinction. Men who lose the ability to think become creatures whose existence has no value. Wake up! Don't be afraid of knowledge! Think, you Goreans who are split into two worlds, unless you want the gulf between Goreans to expand into oblivion, you must think!"
-'Schwarzwald' Of The North.
"Even without the events between Kur and Priest-Kings over Gor all those years ago, I still think Goreans would still be a creature that fears Death and the dark. He doesnt face that fear; he averts his eyes from it and acts as if he never could fathom Second or even Third Knowledge. Escape your flat world! Become like her Red Dream and sleep through the noise. Embrace abandon and secret away the truth. Knowledge explodes forth and we drink from the fountain of regret. Fear... It is something vital to us puny creatures. The instant Man stopped fearing is the instant the species reaches a dead end, only to sink to pitiable lows, only to sit and wait apathetically for extinction. Men who lose the ability to think become creatures whose existence has no value. Wake up! Don't be afraid of knowledge! Think, you Goreans who are split into two worlds, unless you want the gulf between Goreans to expand into oblivion, you must think!"
-'Schwarzwald' Of The North.
The Red Dream
The ship was more then just a keel and a hull and sails. That is what the ship needed, Not what the ship was. What the Red Dream really was, was Freedom.