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Ash Kailiauk
Age: 400
Occupation: Gorean Merchant, Slaver, Combatant
Ash Kailiauk is not born of flesh, but of flame and ruin. He emerged from the ashes of shattered tribes, a merchant of death cloaked in the guise of trade. His name is whispered in fear, his presence likened to a holocaust upon the woods of hope—drowning pleasure in crimson dreams, in the screams of the fallen, in the silence of the enslaved.
He prowls lands foreign and barbaric, a plague upon the weak, a predator cloaked in shadow. His violence is not random—it is ritual. Like the Blue Flame, it burns with purpose, feeding upon the soft and the unworthy. He is the harvester, and Gor is his field. All who walk it are weeds to be culled, souls to be cast upon the compost heap of the Cities of Dust.
His arrival is never quiet. The air thickens with the stench of burnt flesh, a perfume of warning. Those who do not heed it are met with the orchestra of agony—blood-curdling screams echoing through the night. From the depths of the Thassa, where drowned souls whisper, Ash rose as a new breed of Slaver. His collar is not a mark of ownership—it is a symbol of submission, of Gor bent beneath his will.
He moves like the night itself, cloaking the world in obsidian silence. War drums echo his steps, primal growls feeding his hunger. He does not kill for sport—he kills to purify. To weed out the unfit. To shape Gor in his image.
Ash Kailiauk is not a man. He is a reckoning.