Outlaw, Desert Tiger, Raider. Such are the names given to the Man brought forth by the Sands themselves. All are true, but above them all he is this....

Taharian


And this his his story:

Born unto one of the 5 Great Tribes, Tribe of the Tiger. hidden on the far outskrits of the Tahari. Across the vast passangs of sand. Beyond to the very borders of the Forbbiden lands. Here is where they lived, and the Great Mistress was their home. Given their names from the hug beasts. Myth of his Tribe says that they once were upon the planet of Earth, Sabre Tooths, brought to Gor by the Priest Kings. They grew even larger in size. But such things are Myths, none know for sure where they came from. Only they they are the totum of his people. Sacred and Holy.

A mans right of passage, was to turn his back to one of the Beasts while chained. To close and the Great Cat would slay him, not close enough and the claws would barely touch. All Warriors of his Tribe bare the same mark. Large Scars running on their backs, claw marks from the Great Tiger, its blessing upon them.

Since before the time his fists could close about the hilt, Torlin had begun to learn. To grow within the shadow of his Father. Tracking in the desert, learnigs its ways, its moods. Commanding Raids when he was till in his teen.

For his Father was leader of the Tribe. And the tribes fought often. During one such battle, something happned most terrible. Those who would see controll for themselves exploited this.

Instead of death, Torlin was given something far worse. He as banished into the Desert, never to return to his Tribe or his People. Here is where he made his life. Befriending the various Tribes beyond his own peoples borders. Making pacts, Friendships...growing in Honor and Respect amongst any who walk the heated grains of the Desert.

After several passing years he finally came out of the Tahari, into the lands beyond. Comming to a Camp of Raiders....the Fur Silk and Steel. Staying with the group, becomming Blood Brother to one.

Renegade. A man he has fought and bled beside. The one and only he will ever call Brother openly. A call from him, and Torlin will anwser as always.

Leaving the FSS after a time, he traveled many other places. A small stay within the City of AR, Captain of the Taurintian Guard. Ubar at one time when Renegade stepped down. But this was not for him, not at that time.

So he wandered once more, to the City of Tor, Saan...a good and trusted Friend always, convinced Torlin to stay, becoming a Rarius of the city...soon after First Sword. Life was good and the Swords of Tor fought well.

When Saan left do to illness beyond controll. Torlin again walked the world of Gor, becoming an Outlaw....renown in the deeds done as such. live on he and his companions.

Renegade called once more, and he anwsered. Becoming First Sword in the City of AR.

Upon the leaving of Renegade from AR. Torlin has left the City of Cylinders. Returning to that place his heart has always been.

The Tahari..sitting now as Vizier of Tor


Tahari men, like Goreans in general, are patient, extremely proud, easily offended men, with a touchy sense of honor. And in the Tahari, justice and law ultimately rests upon the determination of men and steel.


Many do not know how to take Torlin. He is arrogant, proud and will never give Honor, its earned not garanteed in his eyes. Doing as he pleases, as his duties or heart tells him. To some this offends, enrages even. Such is life, one day his will end. But not before many others do before.


He is now the last, sole living member of his own. No longer does the Tiger Tribe exist. No Tribes do, a scatered people the 5 are now. The reason and how....unknown.

When his tale is told, let them say.....I lived in the time of Renegade ~Ubar of Ubars....

Let them say, I lived in the time of Torlin



Live Free.........Die Well