Role

Chapter 5

Walking away from meeting with the Lord Enlilth,
Ohbehb's hooves clopped in tune with his thoughts.
Remembering the flowing sweat as he built his hut
through the slaving work with his bear hands.
Remembering how he trained, endlessly to perfect
the craft of death and war. The death cries mixed
perfectly with the Black Magic flowing past the
short fur on his face. Ohbehb knew he must first
become the Commander of the Barbarians, such is
what he has marched towards since he fell from
the clutches of the Timeless. To be Commander,
this Ohbehb shall do all he can to take.

Clopping on, the long road stretching, wind blown
dust brings water to his eyes Ohbehb spotted the
distant village before him. Bellowing once he
began to trot, his home before him, soon to be
his kingdom. The Oldest, and First, Minotaur can
do nothing to keep himself from striving to rule.
Through Bloodshed, if need be, but rule he will...
his area of dominance shall be grand, the Offspring
will realize his station and all those that hold
the Black Magic shall give it up, willing or not!

Ooooooooooooohbehb!!!!!!!!!!!