"...'Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.'..."
The Port & Outpost
For years the island had been refuge for the occaissional passing pirate ship, there had been no population to speak until Tiberius stumbled upon the island, and made landfall here. He chose to use this to expand his influence from the docks, and the arsenal of Port Kar, directly to her enemies, and to any who would traverse the waters around the island. Construction abounds, a small shanty town has been erected. The docks were built for the loading and unloading of timber and the building of ships. The cove was dredged to allow for larger ships to come to port here. A narrow beach leads to a hidden cove and the lift of sheer cliff faces as the caldera that is Thasos rises up from Thassa. The outpost currently relies completely on the strength of the ships that patrol her waters and the natural defenses of the island. The fog masks exact numbers at any point, and the full military strength able to be brought to bear. With the passing of Tiberius to the CoD those left behind continue to move forward with life on Thasos under the guidance of Bejar Bjorntand.
Masters of the Hand and of the Land-
Every facet of Thasos, the hamlet and the farms, and any other venue which should exist within the scope of this home can not exist without it being built. Every fire place, every fur, every ship, every shanty shall be roleplayed into creation. Thasos is constantly being built, destroyed, modified and updated. We shall bring the place to life and keep it alive with our sweat and blood and effort. Members are encouraged and expected to acquire property and establish the buildings they own either by purchase or construction. Homes, warehouses, whorehouses, businesses will be built, forges will be forged; even if they begin as lean-to's or shantys and grow into revenue drawing ventures. Gorean life will transpire here, truly and fully.
Sea Monsters and Princesses and Pirates - Oh My! -
Thasos is a growing port town, created by and built by Privateers, Sailors, slaves; Men of Port Kar. Men of Opportunity now conduct raids along the northern and central expanses of Thassa, with a growing position of power. Lo, behold the ferocity of those who sail under the black flags of Port Kar. On any given day, a ship of Privateers could encounter a creature of the depths, a slow moving Cosian round ship filled with treasure and women ready to have their clothes come off, or a maelstrom of a storm. Any day the consequences of living a life of high adventure upon the unforgiving waves of Thassa could present the bounty of an easy payday for even the most lazy of Captains, or the Cosian Navy ready to unleash hell upon the waves.
"...'We of Port Kar,' I said, 'have little quarrel generally with those of Scagnar, but it is true that the ships of this Thorgard have preyed with devastation upon our shipping. Many men of Port Kar has he given to the bosom of Thassa.' [Marauders of Gor - 95] ..."
We are what we are -
The Men of Thasos are men of opportunity. When said opportunity presents itself, proud and rightfully so, their hand outstretches to grasp and to take. Ferocious and determined are the men of Thasos. As Gorean Men, they are proud. With little to lose, fighting tooth and nail till the last, they will stand shoulder to shoulder with their comrades. Learned to these criminals a long time ago, rules where needed, a code of conduct. Each following their own code, an ethos of their kith and kin. They are thieves. They are murderers. They will do as they do, the will be as they are. They follow the codes, and they will smile and pat your cheek, as they cut your throat for the three silver in your pocket. You should have just given it to him, when he asked politely.