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Dungeon..
There where dungeons within the books..
“”This stated of an Ubar , of Tyros, whose advisor, without his knowledge, poisoned the weapons of his warriors thus poisoning Tarl Cabot having only injured him even still disabling and making a cripple of him. Then having found this out he forced his advisor to create an antidote for Tarl. Sauros laughed, 'He is not solicitous of your welfare, Warrior,. He is solicitous, rather, of the honor of Tyros. Little would please Chenbar more than to meet you with daggers on the fighting circle of Tyros. He owes you much, a defeat, and chains and a dungeon, and he has a long memory, my Ubar. No, he is not solicitous of your welfare. If anything, he wants you well and strong, that he may meet you evenly, with cold steel.'” Marauders of Gor --pg. 285
I looked about the room, which curved to a dome some twenty-five feet above the floor. There were several exits, most of them rather small, barred apertures. From some I heard groaning. From some others I heard the shuffling and squealing of animals, perhaps more of the giant urts. By one wall there was a large bowl of burning coals, from which protruded the handles of several irons. A rack of some sort was placed near the bowl of coals. It was large enough to accommodate a human being. In certain of the walls chains were fixed, and here and there, other chains dangled from the ceiling. On the walls, as though in some workshop, there hung instruments of various sorts, which I shall not describe, other than to say that they were ingeniously designed for the torment of human beings. (Outlaw of Gor, chapter ten, page 87)
When I was unhooded, my yoke had been chained to the wall of a dungeon.
The place was lit by a small, foul tharlarion lamp set in the wall near the ceiling. I had no idea how far below ground it might be. The floor and the walls were of black stone, quarried in giant blocks of perhaps a ton apiece. The lamp dried the stone in its vicinity, but, on the floor and most of the walls, there was a dampness and the smell of mold. Some straw was scattered on the floor. From where I was chained, I could reach a cistern of water. A food pan lay near my foot. (Outlaw of Gor, chapter twelve, page 101)
There were three men on the roof, two guardsmen and the man with the wrist straps, who had served as the master of the dungeons of Tharna. He held, leashed, the large, sleek white urt which I had encountered in the pit inside the palace door. (Outlaw of Gor, chapter twenty five, pages 239-240)
Shrugs but I think of Myself as more of the Red & Black clan of the Plainsmen--or- Clan of Torturers
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