LyraSyrlic 
(7/15/99 20:10)
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A Story of Life, Love and Betrayel
In the hands of a cast member rests one of several similar, painstakingly hand written missives. Its destination determined by status and caste. Some, having been read, are posted in the local square to warn others. Amazingly ornate, the only other remarkable thing about this rence is the way the Lady Syrlic has able to send out so many missives out of the Great and Illustrious city of Sardaria. A City whose foundations stretch back to ancient times. A city, whose greatness is rivaled only by Ar. Its own size notwithstanding.
Tal brothers and sisters,
My name is Lyra Syrlic, and I have a tale to tell. Please, sit and learn of the heroine, 'Song' and her journeys across Gor and her journey's conclusion in a great and ancient city. Come with me and let the journey begin.
Song was born a woman in a small house near the plains of Turia. Her Father, a man of small means, a merchant. Song was a child of extremes. Dramatic tears would overwhelm her if she displeased her father in the slightest. Yet her child-like fury could almost be intimidating if it weren't for her child-like stature. Song was the epitomy of Love. She adored her mother, but in her heart, she was her Fathers daughter.
Song's father, though a merchant, was not rich by any means. He worked hard gathering money to pay for the woman he wished to ask for a free companionship with. Song's, mother was out of his league, from a rich house and wealthy men. The only thing Song's father had in his favor was that the woman he wished to FC was a sixth daughter in the great house and somewhat of a rebel.
Songs Mother refused her own fathers attempts to send her off. Only the love of her father prevented her finding the steel of a collar. Not to mention many long days locked in her fathers cylinder.
Song's mother met her Father on the street of merchants. A simple man, handsome as any rarius but the quiet dignity with which he carried himself struck her. So she watched him. After a days time she went to her own father and informed him of her wish to FC. Pleased that his daughter had chosen a suitor he asked which Rarius it would be. Much to his Dismay she told him of the Merchant.
Song's grandfather didnt miss a beat and proceeded to set her mother's price impossibly high. Angry, Song's mother stormed to the merchant and told him of her interest. He laughed at her and told her that she was not worth the effort. He would be satisfied with a slave. Furious at his rebuff she fled to her cylinder and sequestered herself therein. But Song's father had now met the woman of his dreams and far from what he said, his thoughts always resturned to the haughty arrogant woman who informed him of her interest.
Time passed and work he did for her, and when he had the currency needed to purchase her companionship. He arrived on her doorstep and took her from her house. But this is not the story of Song's parents, but rather Song's Story.....
Song's mother was much loved by her father and after her tragic death he grieved. The Rarius's coin, did nothing to console daughter or companion. Never should one see a loved one torn apart by a tarn. But the event happened and was oft privately relived by the two.
Song grew, and accompanied her father everywhere. learning the trade and making friends. But her attentions were always drawn by the players. When her work was finished she would go and watch them, and young free woman, ever interested in the game. And then she became smitten. A young player captured her attention and interest. he was a tall youth, with la torvis kissed black hair. Oh how she fawned over him.
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