"I left the caravan before it reached Turia My business was with the Wagon Peoples, not the Turians, said to be indolent and luxury-loving; but I wonder at this charge, for Turia has stood for generations on the plains claimed by the fierce Wagon Peoples."
Nomads of Gor, pg. 4 (footnote), by John Norman.
Rsvp- First Commander
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kindra-Gold Bell of Turia
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RN Second Commander of Turia
Part of IRC since 1995, found Gor in 1997 and became part of Turia and has been there ever since.
Bounty Silversmith-Third Commander of Turia
Simone Silversmith kajira of Bounty Silversmith
REMMIUS Citizen of Turia
Tal, My name is Remmius. You may notice, if you are familiar with such matters, that this is not a first name but rather it is a family name. You may be curious why it should that be. There is a little wonder in this, for I was simply not given a first name. I was born a Warrior by caste birthright. My father is Nemerian Drusus Remmius of the city Treve of the caste of Warriors. As far as I know he is still alive, but I have no idea of his whereabouts. He left Treve a long time ago. The woman who had given me birth was Lady Philipia of the city of Ar of the caste of Physicians. She had been taken from the high bridges of Ar itself by a single raider and, bound at his saddle, was carried to Treve high in the Voltai. My father, strange as it may seem, decided not to brand her. Rather he decided to use her, a beautiful, strong and healthy woman for bearing his children. I was the first and the last of them however. She passed to the cities of dust the very day I was born. Of course she was strong enough to give a male child birth and survive it! She died from falling to the ground from over a pasang altitude. She, in the final stage of pregnancy, had mounted the tarn while she was running from my father's worst enemy called Kartus and managed to escape him by lifting the bird. He was trying to enslave her while my father was on a raid, mission common for trevian warriors. I surmise that the tarn didn't kill her in an instance for it had sensed her condition...perhaps I am wrong, but who really knows what occurs in the beast's mind. With great effort, she lifted it, but the stress she was under led to contractions and she bore me right on the saddle. I take this as the second sign that my fate was destined to be the Warrior and Tarnsman. She cut me off from her with the dagger she carried in her robes, as most free women do. And then I suddenly began to slip from the bird. She, in her haste, hadn't fastened herself to the saddle with a strap. She leaned to save me and managed to do so, putting me in the saddle bag, but she herself lost balance and fell from the saddle. The tarn flew without command and simply returned to the place where it perched. My father's sister, Malion Drusus Remmius, picked me up from the saddle weeping and brought me into my father's home. All that I have said so far I know mostly from her. When my father returned, there was a fight and Malion said that he never smiled again....even when Kartus was laying at my father's feet slain and bleeding. In the end, Nemerian turned and mounted his war tarn, leaving Treve forever. He didn't even once look upon me, not to say he was willing to give me a name. So I was of the family of Remmius, and this remained my one and only name. I was living with Malion. She was my mother and my father up to my 9th year. We had not had an easy life but somehow she had managed, without accepting a free companionship, to support herself and me from the debts my father left behind. I was a silent and not particularly friendly child; namely a brat. I wandered high places around Treve alone, and I was often angry with the Priest Kings who, it seemed to me then, were cruel and unfair. I missed my parents but particularly my father. No man can be raised by women it is said. I planned, on those trips, how to escape from my aunt and take my life in my own hands. It was my ninth year of life when I, fooling Malion that I would like to see the tarns, managed to make her take me to the tarn perches. She, of course, feared the birds and thought it madness to approach them. In short, I ran to one saddled bird, ready to take leave and with wild cry, I leaped on tarnback. I turned my head and smiled to the eyes of my only family, to the lovely sister of my father, she...Malion...crying and lost, not knowing what to do; fearing to lose me but fearing even more to step closer to the beast. She begged me to return. I laughed and was about to lift the tarn, when the man who's mount I was trying to steal, seized me from behind and flung me from the bird on the dirty ground, my face down. "What do you think you are doing little fool?" he asked furious. I turned onto my back, regaining my feet and spitting dirt. I then looked up at him. He was Jargon of the caste of Warriors, once friend of my father. "Who do you call fool, Rarius?" I asked. "Perhaps, I am not yet man, but do I look like woman to handle me in such a way?". I seized a staff laying nearby and shouted "Draw your weapon!" He did not smile. He looked at me and I felt his gaze uncomfortably. "I see you are indeed son of Nemerian, boy" he said. "I do not want to spill your young blood for he was my comrade and friend. Besides, your family had enough of a hard time for you to add more. If you want to ride on tarn I shall teach you but never ever try to steal, young man. This does not become your caste nor the codes." Jargon then turned to Malion, who was standing speechless, her cries frozen in her throat at seeing my boldness and - yes, perhaps madness - to challenge a grown man and one of the scarlet caste. "Have him at my house tomorrow in 8th ahn, Lady." He then turned, mounted the bird and left. I will not describe in detail what occurred in next years nor is there a need to. Jargon was my mentor in codes, my master in arms and the man to whom I owe much. At the age of 21, I left Treve, and became a lonely wanderer and roamer. I was not an outlaw, for I have not been banished from my homestone, but nonetheless I decided to live outside it and I bore no insignia. Many and many hands passed. My sword tasted blood and my body tasted steel. My heart was restless searching for a place where it would live its true life. One day I stopped before the city of Turia, the city among the plains inhabited by nomads. After a ehn or two admiring artowrk all over the gate I walked in through it. I was looking around the city fascinated by its sights, smells and sounds, its landmarks, its baths, and its people hurrying past me in their tasks. I decided to stay for a while and have a better experience from the city so I found a place where to put my few belongings for a reasonable price. Soon I found within the city an inn which I started to visit often. I did not knew at that time that this place was also visited by high men of Turia even by the Ubar himself. In time, learning more and more each day, I felt men of Turia, men which were true to their nature, men who held honor and pride as one holds steel, yet men powerful beyond their physical strength for they were well armed with knowledge as well, akin to me. I am not saying that I -- a semi-civilized and semi-literate pirate from far and distant Voltai was at their level, rather I am saying that I wished to climb up there, knowing my heart is leading me that way. Then I knew I have found the place I was searching for. My mind and heart determined I applied for citizenship. I will not forget the day I was called Brother by these very men. I was iven a rank of sergeant, an honor which I have striven to prove I was worthy of. After Gor has made a few more turns around the central fire on its endless run through space, time spent in learning and joy in my home, I have been promoted by the Ubar of Turia and my brother Timberwolf to a rank of Commander - even greater honor shown to me. Needless to say, my sword, my blood, my breath and my very life are pledged to my homestone: she which is named Turia, and all who live within her walls. Later, I have decided to move close to Ar and now I am a citizen of Turian outpost "Stones Of Turmus". Ta Sardar Gor! Ta Sardar Turia!
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