The History of Argarak

The earliest known time that is known of Argarak was as a very young and small minotaur wandering the wastelands somewhere around the minotaur palace. The young, nameless minotaur was found alone, in desolation, by a powerful nomadic minotaur known only as Gorgara. She herself was a mystery, her name spoken as if she were a myth. Gorgara, in her solitude, was travelling through the wastelands, a place that is death in nature and only the strongest have a chance to survive, when her path crossed with a very small, malnourished minotaur. The two had locked eyes that lingered for a few brief seconds before going about their ways. After they passed and had walked a great number of paces away from each other, she felt the ground rumble, heard a screech and then a ferocious warcry that only a small voice could produce. Gorgara had turned around to see that small minotaur screaming at a massive sandworm, steadfast in his place and either challenging or trying to intimidate the large creature. Intrigued, she moved closer to see how long the small minotaur could last against the sandworm. The creature had begun the hunt toward its minotaur feast, bearing sharp teeth and striking. Rather than run, the small minotaur had moved about, always keeping close and facing his predator in a fight for survival. Gorgara was mildly impressed that such a young creature would choose to fight and attempt to defeat his opponent, as she was certain the sandworm would prevail. To her astonishment, the young minotaur moved in while the sandworm had lunged, mouth wide open trying to capture its meal, and wrapped his arm around the sandworm's body. Now on top of the worm, the young minotaur had pulled an edged weapon from his clothing and chopped at the sandworm over and over again until he had severed its head. Gorgara approached the young minotaur, who was unaware of her presence, and said "You strong for being so small." Startled, he turned and immediately lunged at her, to which she easily threw him down, laughing. He looked at her wild-eyed, screamed, and lunged again. Gorgara caught the young thing and restrained him, laughing the entire time. "You angry, you wild, you alone?" The young minotaur looked at her and only grunts was his reply. Soon, it was realized he did not know how to speak. Gorgara was fascinated by the ferocity and fire that was in this small minotaur who, being so young, has survived as long as he had in the wastelands. Gorgara had decided then that she would take this young one with her and teach him her way of life, her skills and her power. Knowing she was dealing with a wild animal, eventually her gestures had him understand that she was there to help. Over the course of many years that young creature had grown to a sizeable minotaur and had learned to speak, though he knew not how to draw his words into pictures which he later learned were called letters. Through Gorgara, he learned to speak and fight. One day, while out on a normal forage, when he was not yet grown, he saw a small group of odd creatures camped in the wastelands. His curiosity caused him to move towards them but, being no cover around, those things had easily spotted him and took up arms and a defensive posture. They had heard stories of mighty and aggressive minotaurs and one of them had even battled against one. The minotaur had approached them, regardless of their posture of battle, as he had never seen any creatures like these before. Pale-skinned with hair only on top of their heads and a small amount on their arms, one was short and stocky with the hair on top of his head, but also on his chin. The minotaur spoke "Who you are?" and one, wielding a spear, screamed and attacked. The minotaur had moved to avoid him but the spear had plunged into his right eye and and was dragged down his face. Because of this, he went into a fury unlike any of those travellers had seen and went into a whirlwind of attacks with unknown strength. The short, stocky one was the only other besides the spear who had seemed to hurt him when his axe smashed the minotaur's horn, taking a piece off with it. When the camp was destroyed, all the minotaur could do was stomp on their corpses, making a pool of blood. Finally, he looked up and saw Gorgara simply looking at him and what had happened. She moved towards him and said "You ferocious, Argarak." Confused, the minotaur asked "What argarak?" Gorgara smiled, looking at his bloodied face and missing eye and told him "That is name, name I give you. Argarak. It mean one eye." Argarak snorted, even just now having a name to call himself, but then asked what it was he just killed. Gorgara explained to him of other races, other creatures that can speak and have civilizations like minotaurs, but not without her warnings, however. Argarak was too curious about her tellings and decided then that he will see these creatures who speak, see how they live, and see how they fight. This is how he came to know the wasteland was not the only land, but only a part in a realm known as Thera.

History of Argarak

The earliest known time that is known of Argarak was as a very young and small minotaur wandering the wastelands somewhere around the minotaur palace. The young, nameless minotaur was found alone, in desolation, by a powerful nomadic minotaur known only as Gorgara. She herself was a mystery, her name spoken as if she were a myth. Gorgara, in her solitude, was travelling through the wastelands, a place that is death in nature and only the strongest have a chance to survive, when her path crossed with a very small, malnourished minotaur. The two had locked eyes that lingered for a few brief seconds before going about their ways. After they passed and had walked a great number of paces away from each other, she felt the ground rumble, heard a screech and then a ferocious warcry that only a small voice could produce. Gorgara had turned around to see that small minotaur screaming at a massive sandworm, steadfast in his place and either challenging or trying to intimidate the large creature. Intrigued, she moved closer to see how long the small minotaur could last against the sandworm. The creature had begun the hunt toward its minotaur feast, bearing sharp teeth and striking. Rather than run, the small minotaur had moved about, always keeping close and facing his predator in a fight for survival. Gorgara was mildly impressed that such a young creature would choose to fight and attempt to defeat his opponent, as she was certain the sandworm would prevail. To her astonishment, the young minotaur moved in while the sandworm had lunged, mouth wide open trying to capture its meal, and wrapped his arm around the sandworm's body. Now on top of the worm, the young minotaur had pulled an edged weapon from his clothing and chopped at the sandworm over and over again until he had severed its head. Gorgara approached the young minotaur, who was unaware of her presence, and said "You strong for being so small." Startled, he turned and immediately lunged at her, to which she easily threw him down, laughing. He looked at her wild-eyed, screamed, and lunged again. Gorgara caught the young thing and restrained him, laughing the entire time. "You angry, you wild, you alone?" The young minotaur looked at her and only grunts was his reply. Soon, it was realized he did not know how to speak. Gorgara was fascinated by the ferocity and fire that was in this small minotaur who, being so young, has survived as long as he had in the wastelands. Gorgara had decided then that she would take this young one with her and teach him her way of life, her skills and her power. Knowing she was dealing with a wild animal, eventually her gestures had him understand that she was there to help. Over the course of many years that young creature had grown to a sizeable minotaur and had learned to speak, though he knew not how to draw his words into pictures which he later learned were called letters. Through Gorgara, he learned to speak and fight. One day, while out on a normal forage, when he was not yet grown, he saw a small group of odd creatures camped in the wastelands. His curiosity caused him to move towards them but, being no cover around, those things had easily spotted him and took up arms and a defensive posture. They had heard stories of mighty and aggressive minotaurs and one of them had even battled against one. The minotaur had approached them, regardless of their posture of battle, as he had never seen any creatures like these before. Pale-skinned with hair only on top of their heads and a small amount on their arms, one was short and stocky with the hair on top of his head, but also on his chin. The minotaur spoke "Who you are?" And one, wielding a spear, screamed and attacked. The minotaur had moved to avoid him but the spear had plunged into his right eye and and was dragged down his face. Because of this, he went into a fury unlike any of those travellers had seen and went into a whirlwind of attacks with unknown strength. The short, stocky one was the only other besides the spear who had seemed to hurt him when his axe smashed the minotaur's horn, taking a piece off with it. When the camp was destroyed, all the minotaur could do was stomp on their corpses, making a pool of blood. Finally, he looked up and saw Gorgara simply looking at him and what had happened. She moved towards him and said "You ferocious, Argarak." Confused, the minotaur asked "What argarak?" Gorgara smiled, looking at his bloodied face and missing eye and told him "That is name, name I give you. Argarak. It mean one eye." Argarak snorted, even just now having a name to call himself, but then asked what it was he just killed. Gorgara explained to him of other races, other creatures that can speak and have civilizations like minotaurs, but not without her warnings, however. Argarak was too curious about her tellings and decided then that he will see these creatures who speak, see how they live, and see how they fight. This is how he came to know the wasteland was not the only land, but only a part in a realm known as Thera.