" The men of Torvaldsland are rovers and fighters, and sometimes they turn their prows to the open sea with no thought in mind other than seeing what might lie beyond the gleaming horizon. In their own legends they see themselves as poets, and lovers and warriors. They appear otherwise in the legends of others. In the legends of others they appear as blond giants, breathing fire, shattering doors, giants taller than trees, with pointed ears and eyes like fire and hands like great claws and hooks; they are seen as savages, as barbarians, as blood thirsty and mad with killing, with braided hair, clad in furs and leather, with bare chests, with great axes which, at a single stroke, can fell a tree or cut a man in two. It is said they appear as though from nowhere to pillage, and to burn and rape, and then, among the flames, as quickly, vanish to their swift ships, carrying their booty with them, whether it be bars of silver, or goblets of gold, or silken sheets, knotted and bulging with plates, and coins and gems, or merely women, bound, their clothing torn away, whose bodies they find pleasing."
Hunters of Gor, pg 258

I noted one of the men of Torvaldsland. He was of incredible stature, perhaps eight feet in height and broad as a bosk.
Marauders of Gor, page 38

This is Tarl Red Hair,� said the Forkbeard.
�Whose man is he?� asked the man.
�My own,�I said.
�Have you no Jarl?� asked the man.
�I am my own Jarl,� I said.
Marauders of Gor, pg 84

The roof was about six feet in height, which meant that most of those within, if male, were forced to bend over as they moved about.
Marauders of Gor, pg 90

We saw too, many chieftains, and captains, and minor Jarls in the crowd, each garbed, richly cloaked and helmeted, often with great axes inlaid with gold. Their cloaks were usually scarlet or purple, long and swirling and held with golden clasps. They wore them always as in common in Torvaldsland, in such a way that the right arm, the sword arm, is free.
Marauders of Gor, pg 142