T'is the year of the dead God 23
Chronicles of Lorde Caine
"I am Gar, Chronicle to mighty Lorde Caine of NOCMAR. For you I have now a tale of days filled with high adventure, barbarian lusts, and murderous rage."
The New World
One man. One weapon. One act of madness consumed a world entire. What remained was not salvation — it was NOCMAR. And the Man who named it intended to own every ruined inch.
Six chronicles of conquest, survival, and the brutal birth of an empire.
The language, laws, and rituals of a civilization built from ruin.
Profiles of those who dwell beneath the Lorde's law, collared or free.
The Chronicle of Gar
Six volumes of a world undone and remade in the image of one Man's will. Read as Gar recorded — unflinching, and true.
"Deadly treason it is, in the realm of NOCMAR, to speak of the old days..."
Caine Allen woke suddenly. Realizing he was in pain everywhere, face down beneath the rubble of the old world...
The terrain was surreal. A spear drawn from the dead. A weapon forged from scavenged steel...
A hundred boys running wild, and Caine's first act of governance — swift, absolute, and unmistakable...
He walked. Four hours, then water. Every third stop, provisions. A man building a world one step at a time...
She called it her mother's house. He called it shelter. The law of NOCMAR was written that night...
The Tongue of the New World
When the old languages died with the old world, Lorde Caine forged a new tongue from the ash. These are its words.
The Laws of the Lordes
"and the Lorde's tone shall linger in the flesh of the kaj, that she may reflect on the care of His touch."
Kaji and kaja are expected to behave very similarly. The only real difference between them is kaji are not yet owned property. Property they are indeed — just not anyone's property. Kaji are expected to observe all behavioral protocols of the kaja, save for those specific to a kaja's Lorde Master.
Kaji are permitted one chim. Kaja may use up to three. Chims are worn loosely wrapped and draped around shoulders and hips, or split at the center and worn poncho-style.
Positions of Respect
The first greeting each day of a kaja for her Lorde Master, whether she or He enters the lodge. The kaja crosses to the Lorde, chim'sho, drops to the knadu, leans forward turning her hands over to rest beside the Lorde's feet — and kisses the tops of His boots. She then rests her forehead to the floor before Him and awaits instruction.
Silently the kaj drops to their knees, resting bottom on heels, knees spread wide, hands resting on thighs palms up, shoulders back, chest out, chin level, eyes focused forward.
Knadu is used in place of g'neepo by the kaji, unless ordered differently by a Lorde or Darthe.
Several years ago a submissive enlightened Me to how similar My style was to Gorean. I have adapted this pose in tribute.
The naked kaj lies flat on her back, feet spread wide apart, knees bent just enough to rest feet flat and lift bottom, arms lain out with hands resting beside the head, eyes focused upward.
The Edicts of NOCMAR
Citizens of NOCMAR
The Men and kaj who shape the realm of NOCMAR. Their stories, their law, their mark upon the new world.
"I am Caine. Ruler of all NOCMAR."
Profile forthcoming
The World of NOCMAR
NOCMAR began as a single word — screamed into the ash-choked ruins of a dead city by one man who refused to let the world die without an heir. In the old tongue it means simply "no more." No more earth. No more governments. No more gods who failed their people. Only what remains. Only what one man dares to claim.
These chronicles were set down by Gar, appointed scribe to Lorde Caine — the self-declared sovereign of the surviving fragment of Earth. They are not histories in the comfortable sense. They are testimonies: raw, unvarnished, told in the voice of a world that burned away every soft thing it once knew.
The world of NOCMAR is one of castle-dark authority and post-apocalyptic ruin. Feudal hierarchy built not over centuries but in the span of days — forged by strength, cunning, and a willingness to do what no one else dared. Caine did not wait for civilization to return. He invented one. His own.
The Lore
NOCMAR is governed by an elaborate social structure built on dominance, ownership, and ritual. At the top stands the Lorde — a dubbed Dominant adventurer who has earned his rank through conquest and demonstrated strength. Beneath the Lorde is his Darthe Legion, apprentice Dominants who serve and learn under His authority.
All women are designated as kaj-kind — either kaji (uncollared property) or kaja (collared and owned). This is not cruelty for its own sake but the architecture of a society that believes only through absolute structure can the new world survive what tore the old one apart.
The Lordes speak a constructed language — NOCMARian — built in part from Caine's own instincts and in part from the remnants of culture that washed up with him from the wreckage. The lexicon is living. It grows with the civilization.
The Author
These chronicles were authored by LordeArcher — a world-builder of vivid, unflinching imagination. What you read here is the product of years of creative investment in a universe where the lines between the old world's madness and the new world's dark beauty are drawn not in ink, but in fire.
The NOCMAR chronicles are adult fiction. They contain themes of post-apocalyptic violence, power exchange, and explicit dominance and submission. They are intended for mature readers who enter this world by choice.
Reach the Realm
Whether you seek audience with the Chronicler, wish to discuss the world of NOCMAR, or have questions about the work — the gates are not always closed.
A Note
NOCMAR is adult creative fiction. All content is intended for readers 18 years of age or older. Entry into this realm is an acknowledgment that you enter by your own free will.