Gors are the great mass of the beastherds: man-shaped but goat-horned, hide-clad and reeking, carrying whatever blades and cudgels their raids have won them. They fight in seething mobs that trade discipline for ferocity, dragging down shield-walls through sheer stampeding weight and leaving battlefields that look more trampled than fought over.
Herd rank is written on the body — the longer and sharper the horns, the greater the gor — and every campfire is a contest of shoving, goring, and bared teeth. That endless jostling is the herd's whole law, and it is why gors despise civilization with such perfect purity: walls, coins, and kings are all ways of lying about strength, and the gor knows only one way of telling the truth.
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