Tal and greetings Visitor....
welcome to the Turian plains of Gor
Y/you have heard of the tales of powerful Warriors who live the plains
which take a large part of the Southern Gorean Continent. These are the
Wagon People also known as the Tuchuk. They claim the plains as
their home in a place that runs from the Thassa and down the
Voltai Range. The plains hold no trees, and but for the grasses and
boulders which may lie upon them, are bare of any obstructions.
"The Wagon Peoples claimed the southern prairies of Gor, from the gleaming Thassa and the mountains of Ta-Thassa to the southern foothills of the Voltai Range itself, that reared in the crust of Gor like the backbone of a planet. On the north they claimed lands even to the rush-grown banks of the Cartius, a broad, swift flowing tributary feeding into the incomparable Vosk." Nomads of Gor, Pg. 2
The wagons of the Tuchuk are a delight to see, being in bright colors
of various degrees and in the thousands. Each wagon has it's own
personality, with different sizes, the teams of bosk which pull them
must be large enough to do so, and in many teams of more than two.
"The wagons of the Wagon Peoples are, in their hundreds and thousands, in their brilliant, variegated colors, a glorious sight. Surprisingly the wagons are almost square, each the size of a large room. Which is drawn by a double team of bosk, four in a team, with each team linked to its wagon tongue, the tongues being joined by tem-wood crossbars. Nomads of Gor, Pg. 30
Sleen guard the camp at night, as do the Warriors of the Wagon
People. Tarn are able to land safely and those who come in
peace are welcome. As is said in Gor, so it is in Tuchuk...
The Gorean is suspicious of the stranger, particularly in
the vicinity of his native walls. Indeed, in Gorean the
same word is used for both stranger and enemy.
Outlaw of Gor, Pg. 49
So if you come as a friend....remember...the Wagon People
will yet be leery...but prove yourself a friend, and you will
share grass and dirt with them.
"Suddenly the Tuchuk bent to the soil and picked up a handful
of dirt and grass, the land on which the bosk graze, the land
which is the land of the Tuchuks, and this dirt and this grass
he thrust in my hands and I held it.
The warrior grinned and put his hands over mine so that our hands
together held the dirt and the grass, and were together clasped on it.
Nomads of Gor, Pg. 26