Appearance and Weapons

[jynxDaemon]

I stand 61.6 horts and weight 60 Gorean stones. (Earth height 6'5. Earth weight 240lbs.) Upon my person I wear the following, a black mask and black hood. A red tunic with a belt containing binding fiber and one Turian style collar as well as keys to said collar as well as my slaves collars. Black leathers made from the bosk of my people, and a pair of black boots. The red and black denote the color of my Clan which is that of the Clan of Torturers.


Upon my tawny colored kaiila is the following:

A Tuchuk shield with the insignia of the Bosk:

"I could see he carried a small rounded shield, glossy, black, lacquered." Nomads of Gor, page 10


A kaiila lance of the Wagon people:

Now the man facing me lifted his small, lacquered shield and his slender, black lance."Hear my name," cried he, "I am Kamchak of the Tuchuks!" As suddenly as he had finished, as soon as the men had named themselves, as if a signal had been given, the four kaiila bounded forward, squealing with rage, each rider bent low on his mount, lance gripped in his right hand, straining to be the first to reach me. -Nomads of Gor


A bola:

"Slowly, singing in a guttural chant, a Tuchuk warrior song, he began to swing the bola. It consists of three long straps of leather, each about five feet long, each terminating in a leather sack, which contains, sewn inside, a heavy, round metal weight. It was probably developed for hunting the tumit, a huge, flightless carnivorous bird of the plains, but the Wagon Peoples use it also, and well, as a weapon of war. Thrown low the long straps, with their approximate ten-foot sweep, almost impossible to evade, strike the victim and the weighted balls, as soon as resistance is met, whip about the victim, tangling and tightening the straps. Sometimes legs are broken. It is often difficult to release the straps, so snarled do they become. Thrown high the Gorean bola can lock a man's arms to his sides; thrown to the throat it can strangle him; thrown to the head, a difficult cast, the whipping weights can crush a skull. One entangles the victim with the bola, leaps from one's mount and with the quiva cuts his throat." Nomads of Gor, pg. 24


Upon my person are the following.

A quiva sheathed on my rt hip and one sheathed in my lft boot. The remaining five sheathed upon my saddle.

On the saddle there also hung, on one side, a coiled robe of braided bosk hide and, on the other, a long, three-weighted
bola of the sort used in hunting tumits and men; in the saddle itself, on the right side, indicating the rider must be right handed, were the seven sheaths for the almost legendary quivas, the balanced saddle knives of the prairie." -Nomads of Gor p 10-11


A bosk whip on my lft hip:

This whip can be anywhere from 8 to 12 feet long.

"Beside him, coiled, perhaps as a symbol of power, lay a bosk whip" Nomads of Gor, pg. 43

[jynxDaemon]

My property:

My wagon-

"The wagons of the Wagon Peoples are, in their hundreds and thousands, in their brilliant, variegated colors, a glorious sight. Surprisingly, the wagons are almost square, each the size of a large room. Each is drawn by a double team of bosk, four in a team, with each team linked to its wagon tongue, the tongues being joined by tem-wood crossbars. The two axles of the wagon are also of tem-wood, which perhaps, because of its flexibility, joined with the general flatness of the southern Gorean plains, permits the width of the wagons. The wagon box, which stands almost six feet from the ground, is formed of black, lacquered planks of tem-wood. Inside the wagon box, which is square, there is fixed a rounded, tent-like frame, covered with the taut, painted, varnished hides of bosks. These hides are richly colored, and often worked with fantastic designs, each wagon competing with its neighbor to be the boldest and most exciting. The rounded fame is fixed somewhat within the square of the wagon box, so that a walkway, almost like a ships bridge, surrounds the frame. The sides of the wagon box, incidentally, are, here and there, perforated for arrow ports, for the small horn bow of the Wagon Peoples can be used to advantage not only from the back of a kaiila but, like the crossbow, from such cramped quarters. One of the most striking features of these wagons is the wheels, which are huge, the back wheels having a diameter of about ten feet." "The interiors of the wagons, lashed shut, protected from the dust of the march, are often rich, marvelously carpeted and hung, filled with chests and silks, and booty from looted caravans, lit by hanging tharlarion oil lamps, the golden light of which falls on the silken cushions, the ankle-deep, intricately wrought carpets." Nomads of Gor

My bosks-

"The wagons are said to be countless, the animals without number. Both of these claims are, of course, mistaken, and I the Ubars of the Wagon Peoples know well each wagon and the number of branded beasts in the various herds; each herd is, incidentally, composed of several smaller herds, each | watched over by its own riders. The bellowing seemed now to come from the sky itself, like thunder, or from-the horizon, like the breaking of an ocean into surf on the rocks of the shore. It was like a sea or a vast natural phenomenon slowly approaching. Such indeed, I suppose, it was. Now, also, for the first time, I could clearly smell the herd, a rich, vast, fresh, musky, pervasive odor, compounded of trampled grass and torn earth, of the dung, urine and sweat of perhaps more than a million beasts. The magnificent vitality of that smell, so offensive to some, astonished and thrilled me; it spoke to me of the insurgence and the swell of life itself, ebullient, raw, overflowing, unconquerable, primitive, shuffling, smell- ing, basic, animal, stamping, snorting, moving, an avalanche of tissue and blood and splendor, a glorious, insistent, invinci- ble cataract of breathing and walking and seeing and feeling on the sweet, flowing, windswept mothering earth. And it was in that instant that I sensed what the bosk might mean to the Wagon Peoples." Nomads of Gor


Instruments used in the art of Torture-

"The Wagon Peoples, of all those on Gor that I know, are the only ones that have a Clan of Torturers, trained as carefully as Scribes or Physicians, in the arts of detaining life." Nomads pg.4