I was born deep in Mahn-Tor. Before I had lived a decade, minotaurs took
me deep into the goblin's territory and set me free, leaving me to fend for
myself. Although I was young, I overcame the goblins between me and escape.
I vowed to return to Mahn-Tor and slay any and all involved, whether
offspring or otherwise. I spent my years hunting and hiding in solitude,
living south of Seringale for nearly a decade. I have never known anthing
other than my own desires and Seringale's surrounding territories: Thus,
when I came of age, I settled there. I turned from my racial deity,
Diocletian, and fervously sought the altar of Zafrin, that I may receive his
favor. Until this day I continue my search in hopes that he may help me
retake Mahn-Tor for my own.
Description:
This minotaur stands roughly seven feet. Its skin is a very light gray;
Black markings are noticed throughout. Two long horns extend from the front
of his skull, two outer horns extend and curl back and one stands short in
the center of its forehead. They are mostly black with a tinge of crimson.
Its eyes are sullen and very dark. It is hard to discern any specific
details in coloration. Its face does not move much, but rarely you can
catch a glimpse of sharp points beneath thick lips. It is very muscular,
and quite ominous to stare up at.
