Gors

Gors are the great mass of the beastherds: man-shaped but goat-horned, hide-clad and reeking, carrying whatever blades and cudgels their raids have won them. They fight in seething mobs that trade discipline for ferocity, dragging down shield-walls through sheer stampeding weight and leaving battlefields that look more trampled than fought over.

Herd rank is written on the body (the longer and sharper the horns, the greater the gor), and every campfire is a contest of shoving, goring, and bared teeth. That endless jostling is the herd's whole law, and it is why gors despise civilization with such perfect purity: walls, coins, and kings are all ways of lying about strength, and the gor knows only one way of telling the truth.