a Warrior sees things differently than most think his heart weighs heavily on what his Caste is his arm swings the weapon his other arm deflects an incoming blow his legs carry him from one battle to the next his mind remembers every swing...every defended attack his body remembers and feels every scar laid upon it but his heart...the Warrior’s heart...remembers that which matters most. the reason he does all of this...Home Stone...Honor...Integrity...Respect...Dignity his mind remembers the faces he has cut down in battle his heart bleeds for every life he has taken off the world of Gor they wonder why he is a Scarlet Caste...but his blood given when asked to defend the Home Stone...he fights for his family...he fights for his friend...he fights for his lands sometimes that is all he has then the day comes that a Woman comes in and touches his heart healing some of his hurt...bringing a glimmer of light to his Scarlet...blood red world
