A clan of Minotaurs roam the frozen tundra of the plains of Winter. They are a fierce and ferocious clan which has called the plains home for generations. The strong survive and the weak are skinned and eaten. This is where the story of a young warrior begins. Two of the strongest Minotaurs in the clan were forced to wed when their respective families decided to arrange a marriage to bring the two families together. Corinth and Xeblina were the strongest of the men and the strongest of the women in the clan. The two did not even like one another but were forced to do what their families wished. They did their duties and kept silent from one another beyond that. Before long Xeblina was with child and the time passed quickly. She gave birth to the first son of Corinth, Crithax. The two raised their son while spawning three other female Minotaurs into the world. The only of the four to show any true strength, oddly enough given the parents seemingly never ending power, was Crithax. The boy would fight those who he had no right to stand in front of in battle. Even more interesting is that he would inevitably leave his foe as a corpse. Always speaking very oddly, as if he were a dunce, Crithax was called names and others always targeted him when poking fun. Crithax never took action against the other children because if he did, his parents would punish him harshly. One day when Crithax had just recently turned fifteen, his parents went out on a hunt and were unexplainably slain. It was this day that the true story of Crithax began because there were no more consequences for Crithax to face in the event he harmed the other children. Crithax continued to go to the training grounds to learn the art of battle as was expected of him. Not more than a few days after his parents death, the other children began poking fun at the way Crithax spoke. Well now that there was no one to stop him, Crithax went off into an unbelievable rage smashing his fellow Minotaurs with an axe. As Crithax went deeper in to the rage he found smashing the others in the head was his favorite part and began killing all the others. When all was said and done, Crithax snapped out of his rage and looked around the training grounds to see the corpses of his mockers laying beaten and bloody on the ground. Crithax smiled and walked away, leaving his home to find more people to smash and learn more of battle. He became a traveller of sorts, roaming from town to town for a couple years. He finally decided to make Darkhaven his home as he found there were plenty of people to smash in the city.
