Early days
An early picture of Koradan from 2011 CE.
After losing my Schendi mother my Tahari father moved to a small estate on an island in Thassa. Mysterious agents approached him one day, and I remember they left something. A few years later our home was raided and destroyed - scattering our family to the corners of Gor.
My eldest brother voyaged to Port Kar down to the Tahari, where rumors spread his bones have been covered by the swallowing sands. My next older brother returned to the Tahari, though has not been seen since he undertook a pilgrimage to the Sadar in 10165 CA. I have travelled to seek him, but my tarn stopped for some years in Port Haifa where I worked my craft until our ship's captain could no longer find the isle on one return voyage.
We turned course for my native Tahari, finally finding work in the Seraglio of Teehra.
Along the way I have Judged dozens of dance events and scores of dancers. I have studied basic and advanced dance from Port Olni's Academy of Gorean Dance, as well as other schools. When not at Teehra I may find refuge at the Gorean Dance Oasis I co-founded with my Snow and Master Ramius of the house Marco to serve as a small refuge (and event venue) for friends of Gorean Dance.
If I can't dance, I can't judge dance. So I took up drum and whip to compose my own works (with help from my Snow). Some salient ones include
- Formation Drill
- Mirror Dance (Tandem with Snow)
- Coffle Dance
- Tarn Dive