Kael

Born in the shadow of Tor’s harsh desert winds, Kael was raised among outcasts, surviving on grit and steel from a young age. His father, a dishonored tarnsman, taught him the sword before vanishing in a skirmish beyond the Tahari. With no Home Stone and no caste ties, Kael grew into a man who forged his own code, one written in blood, coin, and survival. He joined mercenary companies when needed, rode with slavers when it paid well, and learned to read men as easily as maps.

Now a hardened blade-for-hire, Kael roams the cities of Gor, one day guarding merchant caravans across the Voltai, the next fighting in arena pits of Venna for a purse and a name. He is known not for loyalty, but for results; to some, a necessary sword in dark times, to others, a dangerous drifter with no oaths but his own. Though rootless, he watches and listens—seeking something more than silver, though he hasn’t yet decided if it’s a cause or just a worthy death.