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Kyrielle (Kyrielle, Gaƫlle)
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I am Kyrielle. Lady Kyrielle to be precise. 

My caste is Scribe. 

Keeper of secrets....... be they great or not, I keep them all. Because I said I would.

In the wild and beautiful Voltai mountains, at the headwaters of the Upper Fayeen river, where I was born early on a frosty morning, are my home, my lands,  my Office of Scribe. 

I claimed the land by long established Gorean tradition.  Once that was over  I mapped it corner to corner, side to side then began on imagining my home, and built it. I put in an Art Studio, I established gardens,vineyards, orchards and an archery field. I built a warehouse for grain and winter storage for fruits and vegetables in earthenware jars.  I built a winery and press for the grapes. I installed vats. Only then did I think about wine containers. I hired a Master Builder to put in a circular driveway so wagons wouldn't run over all I'd done.

I cleared out tons of debris from the pool below the waterfall. The Upper Fayeen river was dark and brown and stinky and hardly flowed at all there was so much junk and dead wood and animals whose carcasses had fallen in over the course of hundreds of years clogging the gorge below to empty more than a trickle into the Fayeen. Now it flows freely through the gorge and creeks forming the basin that are its headwaters. It is lush with reeds where many species of fish begin their lives. The water is pure and clear and clean and the Upper Fayeen River is a beautiful thing to behold.

 When the weather was warm enough, I built a dock so river boats could come for trade or purchase for all I'd grown.  And come they did. I put in main land gates, replacing them when Physician died, naming those in his honor. I built 3 ground cottages for visitors at the tree line, two remain. I've recently built cottages high in the canopies of the trees for greater comfort for visitors in the searing heat of the summer. Finally I redid the main house, it was too dark, too heavy, too sad to live in any more as it was. It is now light and bright and I'm content with all I've accomplished. I depended on no one. No man, no woman, no slaves.  I knew what I wanted and I worked hard to make my dream a reality. 

I hold my lands in  deep respect, as well as the creatures who call them home. I expect the same of visitors. 

I am a citizen of Ven'dara.

In that beautiful city on the hill,  I own a producing vineyard, winery and tasting room with a veranda, for when the weather is lovely. It lay in ruins when I purchased it. I renovated it. Now it thrives. 

I own an apartment on Kyrn Park (also once in ruins, now completely and beautifully restored), and  an Office of Scribe in Scribe Hall. I have zero desire to restore  property abandoned or not, ever again.  I own the Serpent ship,Third Moon, purchased some hundred years ago from the Administrator of Lydius. It may have been only 80 years ago, it's easy to lose track of  years. I traveled from the Voltai, across the plains, for what felt like half my life, to Lydius to purchase it. All by myself. I enjoy sailing it in  all kinds of weather. Very exciting ! Thankfully not nearly as exciting as the trip to purchase it. 

In my spare time I studied to become a Scribe. I traveled Gor doing interviews, bringing my fellow goreans the series entitled " Greats of Gor"  as part of my apprenticeship. 

Returned to Ven'dara (3/ 28/ 2020) and given guidelines for when I am in the City, " Over and above" the rules governing conduct of  a free. Given with great care for my continued well being, they are practical and helpful. I am grateful for each and every one of them.  I am expected to maintain continuity of presence in Ven'dara, my schedule permitting.

 

It is said the quill is mightier than the sword. I have both. Every rose.....has its thorn. 

If I must engage in combat, I will do so. To the death. Yours or mine. No in between.  

To that end I stand sublime. Liquid gold rising.  A willowy 6 feet in height.

Inside a woven silver harness, exquisitely crafted, rests a curved double edged blade

24 inches in length, handle to tip. Nesting comfortably between my shoulders.

Always. 

A quill or several in my hair.

Sometimes.

 

Founder, member, of the Sisters of Benevolent Mayhem  ( SoBM )