Oasis of Lame Kaiila

Entering the salt mines of the Oasis of Klima…

A lost man in the desert? A foreign warrior? A caravan leader? Or a spy?

Next march to the Oasis of Klima: 16 August, noon SLT / 8pm GMT, 21:00 GMT+1-german time)

Start main place Oasis of Lame Kaiila

Roleplay plot: BRING FOOD TO KLIMA!

The people of the Oasis of Klima are starving and desperately need food! In the exchange point of Klima, a parasite (Toxoplasma gondii) has infested almost all food and made it inedible.
The last caravan only made it as far as the ruins of the Oasis of Mandara. There, a violent sandstorm caught them by surprise. The caravan leaders tried to bring the food into the labyrinth, but the men disappeared, presumably perishing in the quicksand.

Your task:
– March with the Guard of the Dunes to the ruins of the Oasis of Mandara, round up the Kaiila, and search for the food crates in the Labyrinth and bring them up. Never do this alone, always in at least two! A Kur was last seen in the Labyrinth!
– Bring the food crates to the exchange point of Klima and then through the salt mines directly to the oasis!

Equipment that is necessary: You need to wear appropriate clothing for the desert: always strong wind and sandstorms, extremely hot sun. Men should be armed.
Ropes, torchs, clothing that protects against the blazing heat, enough water.
Do not fall into the quicksand!
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OOC hints:
The food is for sale for 1 Lindendollar, if you dont have lindendollars I will give them to you. The food is scattered in several places in the labyrinth.

To prevent cheating, I know who took them. Anyone who buys one of the crates from afar will be ejected. I have unlimited view distance and see everything on my sim.

Tarsk Dried Meat 4 cates
Sa’Vella Tabuk Dried Meat 1
HoY Bazi Tea Crate 3
Verr Meat dried 1
Bosk Meat Crate 2
Barrel Kargash Winery 1
HoY Barrel Rence Beer spigot
Tabuk Dried Meat 1
Tarsk Dried Meat 3
HoY crate of Tospit 1
Teehra Palm Wine Barrel 2
Crate of Wingfish 2
HoY crate Melons 1
HoY Crate Onions 1
Dried fish crate-Made in Meqara Port 1
Crate – Black Wine of Thentis 1
HoY Chocolate 1 crate (10) 1

After you have unloaded the crates and barrels in Klima, you can take them back OOC if you want

– Please accept all (experience) teleporters
– Recommended for the best view::
World – Photo and Video – Phototools – Sky – “Fine Day” or
World – Environment – Midnight

Background knowledge

The location of this Oasis is secret and very few people know the way for going to Klima. One of the major sites within the Tahari for obtaining salt are the brine pits of Klima, hidden deep within the dune country and its location is closely guarded. The guards of Dunes protect the Oasis and keep secret the road for coming from. The guards always wear a turban, so their face are hidden and they could not be recognized. They serve the Ubar salt, a secret lord, one of the most powerful Pasha of The Tahari. 20% of the gorean salt is produced here.

Klima, has its own well, but for the most part, relies on caravans for supplies as well as fresh stock of slaves. These food stores are delivered to scouted areas (“exchange point of Klima”) some pasangs from the compounds, whence they are retrieved later by salt slaves.

A stranger visited the oasis’s small market.

Vlad (vladdarrow), a brewer, decided to settle in the Oasis. He got a new house and immediately started his work.

The nomadic tribes of the Tahari desert live hard lives. There is a nearly constant hot wind that blows in the desert but it is welcomed as it makes the desert bearable. The wind usually blows from the north or northwest. The wind is not a problem except in the spring, should it blow from the east, or in the fall, should it blow from the west. But, the nights are cool and may even be chilly. Shelter trenches may be built for protection in the desert. This is a narrow trench, four to five feet deep and eighteen inches wide. It provides shade from the sun and is much cooler as well. A trench is always dug with its long axis perpendicular to the path of the sun for maximum amount and length of shade. The sand surface can reach a temperature of 175 degrees Fahrenheit on its surface and 140 degrees in the shade. But, only a foot below the surface, the temperature can drop 50 degrees.

Sand storms in the desert seldom really bury anything. The sand is usually blasted away as soon as it is deposited in the desert. Decomposition in the desert also proceeds very slowly. Well preserved bodies have been found that were dead over a hundred years. Skeletons, unless picked by animals, are seldom found in the desert.

The conservation of water is the key to survival in the desert. One generally does not move without water on the sands during the day. One tries to move and sweat as little as possible. Their garments are loose and voluminous yet closely woven. Their outer garments are often white, a color that will reflect the sun. The looseness of the garments acts as a bellows, circulating air over damp skin, and cooling the body by evaporation. The close weave keeps moisture as much as possible within the garment, condensing it back on the skin.

New slaves were brought to the Oasis.

The sim owner will award a prize for the best photos of Pharia! At least one person must be in each photo.

And the winner is: Tori James! Congratulations!

A strange flying thing has been spotted over the oasis. A messenger to the White Caste is on his way to have an initiate explain it to us.

Lonely he rides through the storm-beaten wastes of the sun-blasted silence,
Robes wrapped tight ‘gainst the wind, and a veil hides the line of his jawbone.
Bronze he wears not, nor the steel of the Northlands clings to his shoulders—
Leather and cloth are his armor, and silence the shield of his spirit.
Spear in his grip, and the kaiila beneath him moves like a shadow,
Carving a path through the dunes that remember the blood of old battles.

Lo! In the distance, a shimmer—a dream at the edge of the real world,
Rising through whirlwind and glare as a beacon to wanderer’s spirit.
Palms, gently swaying, and walls of forgotten but beautiful splendor,
Stone upon stone, kissed by time, yet unbroken by ages of exile.
Water he sees, and the glow of the sun through the arches of silence—
Sanctum of peace in a land where the gods have abandoned their children.

Still he rides on, without cry or complaint, like a thought made of iron,
Bound by a vow and a name that no longer is spoken by others.
There in the dusk, as the winds curled and sang through the ruins of ages,
He stood alone—and the tears of the sky fell like blessings upon him.