Role

Chapter 1

Born a struggling whelp in the vicinity of Seantryn Modan as most minotaur
are, Mwauka grew through strife and conflict but was instilled with a pensive,
thoughtful nature from birth. Horn chipped from a squabble over food with
another minotaur, who nearly broke Mwauka's neck with his warhammer, the
experience brought Mwauka, at fifteen, into a contemplative mood. Why was
there so much fighting and death? Was there not enough for all to share? How
had Mwauka been born into this world? After study and research, inhibited by
illiteracy that took years of study to outgrow, Mwauka discovered the birthing
rites of minotaur. Shaken by the knowledge that he was the product of sorcery,
blood magic, and ritual sacrifice, he found himself with the strange urge -
the urge to write about it. He had read books of prose and poetry to teach
himself to read, and realised that - despite his misshapen mouth - he could
communicate through letters just as these books did. In shaky hand, he wrote
upon a stolen parchment - 'No matter which one. Who malformed my mortal soul?
I punish my birth.' His mind was clear. He wished to join the Battleragers, to
stop monstrous souls like him - which he had read were barred from heaven, no
matter his deeds in life - from being created through disgusting sorcery.
Taking up a polearm and joining the warrior's guild, and the Theran academy,
he trains to harness his bloodlust into true goals, living for a reason that
was not mere survival - to try and make a difference in the world by stamping
out the rot of magic. In like manner, he seeks to prostate himself before the
religion of Rarywey, to further his understanding of souls, the cycle of life,
and his newfound passion for poetry and writing.