It began generations before Adiar was a name associated with Sais. It began back as far as the name Adiar could be traced through the records of time. A family where Father, Brother and Son's were tied together by more than just blood. They were tied together by the Priest Kings themselves. Every other generation of Adiar children born, would become Agents to the Priest Kings.

Dakota.. Dante.. Kordicus.. Thanos.. Osiris.. Pandora.. Remy.. Chase.. were all born in the generation that would seal their fates as it had those two generations before them, to become Agents to the Priest Kings. When they were old enough, each of the son's were told of what one day would be the direction their lives would take. The daughter's were kept in the dark, sparing them of knowing and letting them at least have a normal life until their time would come.

The children of this generation lived with their families, some in the North, some in Koroba and others in Port Kar. Even though they did not grow up around each other, the son's had all chosen the same path of becoming Mercenaries.

The first of those of the generation to be brought in as Agents, were Dakota and Dante, who were cousins. They were staying in the City of Sais when they come face to face with an Agent. He had with him a trunk filled with objects which was set before them with a warning.

"One of you has the half of a coded message in your memory. It can only be awakened by the Agent who has the other half of the message."

Before they could find out who held the other half of the message, the Agent died, the effects of being poisoned by one of the Kurii finally taking his life. Word was sent out to the others son's of their generation and for year's they have been looking for the Agent who would unlock the code. Knowing that either Dante or Dakota had the other half of the code, they made sure that both stayed safe. Dakota chose to stay in Sais, keeping the trunk there with him where it would be safe. All the Agent's believed it was Dante who had the code, because he was always being attacked by someone and had come close to death so many times. It would only stand to reason that the Kurii would want to make sure that code was never unlocked.

After Dante was killed, Thanos was sent on a mission to get into the Sardar Mountain to find out for sure that it had been Dante and not Dakota, whose memory held the code. Thanos returned to the city moons later and not the same as he had been when he left, either physically or mentally. He had had been captured by the Kurii and the torture they had put him through left him insane. He remained in Sais for a hand and then seemed to vanish. Was he recaptured? Did he leave to get revenge? Was he alive or dead? There weren't answers for any of those questions, but there was a more important question now.

If Dante had been the one to hold half the code in his memory, why would the Kurii have bothered with Thanos? They wouldn't, unless they were still looking for the Agent that held the code in their memory. That left the only possibility, that Dakota was the one that held the code.

With word spreading through the Agents, some showed up in Sais to aid in protecting Dakota until the other carrier of the code was found. Dacotus, from the city of Treve, was one who arrived. His being accepted and trusted so easily in the city, had left some skeptical, but the reason for his being there was not disclosed to any. Most of the Agents, appearing as Mercenaries, set up camps in the border of the woods just outside the walls of Sais. Dacotus and a few of the other Agents took on the task of finding out who held the other half of the code. The process of elimination was time consuming, Dacotus spending more time in the camps of the Agents than in the city.

Dacotus was in one of the camps, when word come from a scout, that a unit of Kurii Agents from the steel worlds had been spotted moving in their direction not half a pasang away by foot through the dense woods that bordered Sais. Not having time to get word to the other camps, Dacotus knew it would be up to him and the few Agents in that camp to stop the Kurii from breaching the walls of the Vosk River City. Where normally they would have covered up any signs of a camp, Dacotus told them to leave everything as it was. It was his hope that the Kurii would stop long enough at the sight of the camp for it to become a trap that they would spring on the unsuspecting but fast approaching enemies of Priest Kings and Goreans.

Rimmed against the horizon where the tree's parted, arms upraised with a bloody, red splattered panga in it's mighty paw, the huge towering figure of a shaggy Kurii stood center in the road, it's head thrown back as a snarling war battle was emitted from it's thick fur coated throat.

There were screams to the left, and shouted commands to the right, as the wood exploded into hand to hand combat all around the four men, Dacotus, Osiris, Aceron and Quantico, stood shoulder to shoulder as the onslaught of the Kurii stormed forward, their eyes blazing, their fur covered lips drawn back showing blood encrusted fangs. On all fours, moving with an agility and speed frightening in so large a beast they charged. One of the beasts threw itself bodily, with a bloody panga gripped in it's teeth at Osiris. Dacotus freed the whip at his belt which still hung from it a blackened steel collar he had intended for another use earlier that day. The thick band of steel was hurtled at the back of the head of the Kurii. The beast who had thought to attack Osiris suddenly drew back startled, puzzled it lifted its huge paw to the back of it's head where the gaping wound bled freely then fell forward to his knees on his side dead.

The battle now fully engaged, the air rang out with the blood thirsty snuffling grunts and calls of the inhuman enemies of the Priest Kings of Gor as they lashed out against the combined efforts of mercenaries and warrior agents of priest kings. Leading the foray to which would later be learned, was staged to attack and kill the Administrator of Sais, was Dacotus once of the hidden city of Treve at his side, Osiris, Quantico and Aceron. His tarn whistle blown, smoting the air with the silent note that would call the beast of war. Soon with air sluicing and mighty wing beat that bent the trees themselves beneath the tumult of fierce and deadly purpose, the tarn swept down with a raging battle cry of its own, steel shod talons outstretched to rip at the backs and shoulders of Gor's mightiest enemy. Dacotus would not fight alone.

Dacotus thrust himself once more between Osiris and an oncoming beast. His spear thrust into it's belly, chest and throat a total of six times before he was able to force back the bewildered and angered beast, sending him to all fours. Dacotus turned in time to see the jungle panga slicing its way at Aceron's neck, his dagger was thrust from his belt as he flung himself into the melee, slashing at the Kurii's mighty wrist, the force so powerful, as Dacotus landed on the balls of his feet and turned standing side by side Ace, the two men looked at the gaping mouth of the Kurii as it's moon like eyes wide and shocked as he looked at the hanging appendage that was once part of it's limb, the paw hanging by tendrils of tendon and muscle, severed nearly clean off. Osiris, with both arms above his head, brought down his steel, the head of the Kurii spliced right down to it's shoulders.

Another Kurii that ran at them on all fours was side stepped by Dacotus. As the Kurii rose up on his hind legs, Dracotus swung his sword and sliced across the hip and lower abdomen of the attacking Kurii. He grunted and stepped back, his massive paw against the gaping wound holding pieces of splintered bone and loops of intestines.

There were five Kurii coming at the group of men from all directions......Dacotus knew the four of them could not possibly take them down...he had to think fast, risking himself, he gave up all, his last thoughts were to the world he loved, his Home Stone, Gwyn and his children....
then with a piercing battle cry of Sais and Priest Kings, his head thrown back to the skies above, he summoned his mighty war tarn, Albar.
The giant black bird of Treve, breath of the Voltai's itself, swarmed down rushing through the tree's at them, Dacotus with his arms up over his head caught in the boldest and insane maneuvers, the hanging ladder that dangled from the saddle. The men shouted at him, thinking he was crazy, lucky he did not lose his arms with the force of the pull that yanked his feet from the ground, for an Ihn in time the men thought...thought maybe that Dacotus was fleeing but in their hearts they knew better.

With pumping wing beat the tarn rose into the air above the tree tops, Dacotus struggling in flight to climb the ladder one rung at a time, his breath labored, the blood of his wounds thick and sticky, its sweet smell thick in his own nostrils, he had to make it. Finally with almost the last of his strength, he flung his leg over the saddle, his knuckles white as he held fast onto the pommel, slumping forward as he found his breath. Finally with the shouts reaching a maddening crescendo down below, he reared back on the rings, steering his beast of war down, down at breath stealing speeds, angling toward the five Kurii that slashed and hacked at his brothers in arms, his fellow agents.

The air rang out with voice, strengthened by the rush of battle, he reached back pulling forth his spear, which he raised into the air and pulled back, his tarn and he were one, in those last Ehns of battle, mighty claws, shod with steel and sharpened to deadly points stretched out as man and beasts all cried out with ferocity, blood sprayed, and limbs were torn, attack after attack man and tarn swept down and over the heads of the Kurii, wings and spear beating without ending at the heads, shoulders and arms of the Kurii, Dacotus' men scrambled back regrouping for another attack but the maddened war crazed assault was to much to endure, they could not get in close enough, finally only the commander of the unit was left, standing, snarling both paws raised in defiance, it was supposed to be Dacotus' last swooping attack.. the finale, the end to the blood bath....the Kurii general's claws sprang out ripping from beak to chest the mighty tarn wide open, the claws of the Kurii sinking into bone and tendon, attaching himself to the dying Ubar of the sky, as it tumbled head over tail into the woods opposite of the men that stood in awe of the intensity and carnage.. the undaunted courage of a Warrior of Sais and his mighty war tarn, defending his family, his Home stone and the Men under his command.

A tangle of fur, feathers and scarlet leather, the three tumbled into the dense foliage of the green carpeting of the forest floor, bathing it in a sea of red. When the rush of Warriors and Mercenaries found the heap, all three were dead, the Kurii's massive paw and claws sunk into Dacotus' throat.... Dacotus' spear embedded into the heart of the Kurii, his dagger sunk to the hilt between its yellow moon like eyes.

Written in a joint effort by
Dakota M Adiar, Kordicus Adiar,
Celantra, & Opal McAran

In loving memory of the mun of Dacotus,
who was killed in a motorcycle accident on the 7th of February.
He will be greatly missed.
Our prayers are with his family.
Fourteen years of memories ..
Other sns.. Raul Haroun, Rogue Beowulf, Mica Haroun, Cpt Elmo.

As Raul Haroun, he established the Tahari, then later spent time in Port Kar, Ar and Treve where Raul was killed.
 Dacotus was of Treve and then left to make his home in Sais.

The legacy he leaves behind, and the lives that he touched will never be forgotten.