The name of truth all prize; the face of truth most fear. pg 100 Renegades Of GOR


Khmer is my name!
I'm the most wanted man on my island.
Except I'm not on my island, of course.
More’s the pity.

Odin says, this must be a fashionable site
for it’s drawn the finest people.


I am the younger brother of Marston. I am a tarnsman originally born in Torvaldsland but sent to Treve to be fostered. Secluded in the Tarn of the Voltai, I excelled as a tarnsman and warrior and soon became one with the brother of the wind.

Something of the same joy of the rider, and mystique of the rider, exists on Gor in connection with the tarn as it existed on Earth in connection with the horse. For example, if you have thrilled to the movements and the power of a fine steed, you have some conception of what it is to be aflight on tarnback. There is the wind, the sense of the beast, the speed, the movements, now in all dimensions, the climb, the dive, soaring, turning, all in the freedom of the sky! There is here, too, a oneness of man and beast. pg 138 Renegades Of GOR

"My island", is Cos, where I spent many a year completing my training and learning of wines, slaves and song. I have returned to Cos whereby caring for her people, rebuilding her defenses and establishing trade, I was appointed Ubar of Cos which has recently been revealed in roleplay.
I am an old Gorean of some 10 years or more and like my kalana as hot as the blood in a man's veins, to quote my brother.

Gor is a harsh unmerciful planet, balanced out with exquisite beauty.

You risked so much for a mere point of honor? she asked. There are no mere points of honor, I told her. pg 63 Vagabonds of GOR

Odin tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he's pretty sure, you're fucked.

Choose from one of the links below Slaves! Puppetmasters of Gor Houseplants of Gor Wise words from Ancients of Gor

Outlaw tunes, on outlaw pipes...may they play for me when my time is done and I journey to the Cities of Dust...