Tal Traveler! You are approaching the land of the Paravaci. We are herders of mainly bosk, but MORE IMPORTANTLY...we are KILLERS! The Paravaci are known as the rich people, the fiercest and wealthiest of the wagon tribes. It is a peculiarity that they deck themselves with strings of precious stones when going into battle. It is not vanity on their part but merely a ploy to tempt the greed and envy of their enemies, thereby provoking a fight. The Paravaci are fond of luxurious items, and they are only vain about matters of Courage. There are hundreds of sleens and larls patrolling the perimeter of the camp accompanied by Guards. It would be impossible to get passed them unnoticed. Enter with caution. Gor is a harsh world and ruled by men. Most women are slaves but there are Free Women, those being considered merely slaves that are yet to be collared. Gor is a violent world, often called "Counter-Earth". On Gor, arguments are usually settled by steel and blood. Finally, a word of warning, upon Gor, the word for STRANGER and ENEMY is the SAME! On Gor there is no magic, vampires, or talking animals. This room deals with slavery and is a role playing environment with mature subject matter. If you are under the age of 18 or are easily offended by such material, please do not enter. Paravaci is a role play room based on the series of science fiction books written by John Norman. It is Paravaci's attempt to follow the books, as closely as possible. Gor is harsh, Gor is not fair, Gor is Gor! The Wagon People The Wagon Peoples, it is said, slay Strangers. We are among the proudest of the peoples of Gor, regarding the dwellers of the cities of Gor as vermin in holes, cowards who must fly behind walls, wretches who fear to live beneath the broad sky, who dare not dispute with Us the open, windswept plains of Our world. The Wagon Peoples claimed the southern prairies of Gor, from the gleaming Thassa and the mountains of Ta-Thassa to the southern foothills of the Voltai Range itself, that reared in the crust of Gor like the backbone of a planet. On the north they claimed lands even to the rush-grown banks of the Cartius, a broad, swift flowing tributary feeding into the incomparable Vosk. The land between the Cartius and the Vosk had once been within the borders of the claimed empire of Ar, but not even Marlenus, Ubar of Ubars, when Master of luxurious, glorious Ar, had flown his tarnsmen south of the Cartius. ENTER