Role

Chapter 1

From the very start, Drultgor had been subjected to the suffocation of magic.
Its cancerous powers imbued into the pregnant woman who carried him-attempting
to suffocate or fuel the minotaur...it mattered little to the shaman and mage
who conducted their work.

A monster.

Created to serve.

A weapon.

Outfitted for War.

Neither shock nor horror set in during the birth of this Abomination.

Horns rupture through the thin membrane of flesh and blood. And the room of
linen and wood becomes a scene of gore-a cacophony of screams and clamor of
hooves. For the bullish creature was much more developed than a fawn should
be. Fueled by rage and unyielding in its revenge.

For each poke. Each prod. Each incantation of magic had become the
internalized fury of this creature. It's albinism features of white fur and
glowering eyes of crimson were physical markings of the omen Drultgor would
become.