Gart remembers naught of kith or kin, having been ripped from the suckling teat of whatever mother He had at such tender year. Placed at the breast of various maids and such for a short time after on the Isle of Detros where He would grow to Man.

To say that the Lords of the Isle were Sadistic might be understated as Gart soon learned. His slightest foible at those things placed for His learning yeilded ample time under the lash. Even the whim of the Lords to see the leather stretched across His back was enough.

Finally, one day when still as much boy as Man, Gart heard of His intended punishment, ripped the shirt from His own body,sauntered over to grasp an apple before leaning against the post and merrily chewed at it while the 10 were applied. From that day forward, He weilded the whip rather than yeilded to it.

Gart never derived any real pleasure from using the whip on His fellows. He did soon learn that certain of the maids and other females could be counted on to pay Him a nocturnal visit for some interesting pleasures as long as He pulled the lashes a bit.

Then, one day, it was Gart's lot to whip such an innocent and beautiful creature that something deep inside Him awakened and He simply couldn't. Gart still isn't sure what that thing that awakened was, but He did have to drop the leather and walk away. Surprisingly, this seemed to be something the Lords of the Isle were interested in finding. Rather than His skull decorating a pole at the gates, Gart was given a few items and a mission.

His mission begins....