I came to this world as a Killer, an assassin of the BlackCaste.

I hated the shadows in which I lived and the control the Castes council had on my actions. I denounce the Caste and shed my black cloak. Leaving the city of Ar, I wandered. Many days and nights passed outwitting the Assassins after me for the public denouncement when I came face to face with a Masked Tuchuck.

We fought. Our styles clashed, yet complimented each others attacks. We stopped, both badly wounded and allied our forces. I followed him to the plains of his tribe, proved myself to the Ubar and Ubara, and was welcomed as a Hawk of the Tuchuks.

It was winter on the northern plains. Much time past. I, at the time, lived with the Hawks, a tribe of Tuchuks of the wagon people. I was wounded and tired. The Tribe was being divided among itself. I knew not which side to take. There had been a raid on the camp. My first girl, serina had fallen from the falls at her own hands. She was barbarian of earth. What remained of my girls were sent off to be sold. My wagon burned, my brothers, divided among each other, had fought. I stayed behind, as the Tuchuks headed south for the winter. I rested after our three sided battle, the divided Hawks tribe and those of some great city. I had nothing save the clothes on my back and a larl's fur. I rested.

On the fur, I laid looking to the stars, for I had no mount to pray from. I prayed that my worst tests were behind me. Yet, the winds began to blow cold. The ice fell from the skies. Winter had come early. With the strength I had left, I built a roof of my larl's fur, with sharpened sticks encircling me. The winds grew and the ice became fierce.

As I looked up to the waving ripples of the skin above my head, it began to tear. I was cold and wet. How badly I wanted to curse the priest kings. I dared not. Instead I thanked them. I thanked them for my life. The winds calmed. The ice stopped. It no longer bombarded my now torn fur roof.

I sat up and regarded the hole left there by the storm. I looked through. The night sky was the blackest I'd ever recall. It seem not a star could break through to shine.

Something held my attention, to the sky, through the hole in the fur. I remember how strange that sky. A golden dot of light began to shine, as if from another world. It grew. It brighten. The largest of stars, shined above me, that night. I looked through my fingers, shading my eyes from its brightness. A black shadow covered the star. I regarded it. My war tarn had returned to the plains, clutching a Tabuk in it's talons. Food, after three days and night of battle.

The tarn, as if willed by the priest king, backed away from its kill. As I approached, the star brightened the ground, over the tarn, the Tabuk and myself. I knelt to retrieve a piece of meat. Next to the foot of the tarn was a stone, the color of gold in the stars light. On it I scratched that scene, simply.

My new home stone.

My new life. Goldstar.

Before traveling on I changed my identity with the name of TucHawk, Scraped the hairs from my face and wandered all about Gor, ending back with the Tuchuks.

Still in turmoil I traveled again.

A strangers told of a great city hidden well behind layered walls. My name again was change to Vikuur Shi, My beard again grew. I traveled on to the great city know as Delphius, where within it's hidden walls, I've learned much on how to survive as a stranger among men. I became known and well respected. Allies, Slaves, riches and the Respect of the Ubar and Ubara were mine.

I found I became soft as a warrior.

One night I sat looking out the small window from my tall cylinder. I regarded a bright star on the horizon as a Tarn with it's kill flew by. Then I knew, With all I possessed, I was still missing something. That something was the Thrill of the hunt and the danger of the plains. I Gave away my cylinder to my most trusted of Allies and built a wagon. Wandering many nights. The Clothes on my back were made from the torn larl's fur I had saved from my night alone on the empty plains.

I found myself on a mountain top. As I looked down the slops, I could see the Plains on the horizon and wondered if the Hawks had survived. Slowly I descended the mountains and rested. I've found what was missing as I looked across my origins.

The Home of the Tuchuks and the birth place of Goldstar.

My final stop in life's great journey.
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