Kaelius

Kaelius was no famed warrior, no hero sung of in songs. He was young, his body strong, but unmarked by scars of battle. In his homeland, a quiet village beneath the shadow of the forests, he had believed his life would be simple but free as a hunter, perhaps one day as a husband.

But freedom on Gor is fragile. On a trading journey, his settlement fell to raiders from the North. Houses burned, screams filled the night, and Kaelius was not slain but taken. They saw in him not a foe, but property. An iron collar closed around his neck, and so began his life as a thrall.