Role

Chapter 1

Living in Hamshah, minotaur quickly found a warrior's guild, where he was gadely accepted, despite
his young age. After desmonstrating his swordcraft, guildmaster had no questions to him. Yet, uncommon creature,
he was often bothered by other students of the guild. He didn't care much, until one day en elf, one of
the best students, called him a 'cow'. That was a mistake.... Blughurn covered hall of the guild with
elven blood and, as a trohpy, cut long ears from the dying elf. But to his great surprise, guildmaster
did not appreciate such voctory. Vice versa, in anger, he pointed at the guld's door, 'suggesting'
Blughurn to leave. And Blughurn left, filled with anger and hatring. He have been walking north, until
hr found himself in strange, quiet lands. Dressed in dark colored dress with embroided symbol on it,
people been doing their business, paying no attention to minotaur. At the distance, above buildings roofs,
Something been shining. What would that be, swordsman didn't know. But this shining was so attractive!
And Blughurn arrived to the Palace of Empire. A good place for someone like him, he decided and took an oath.
'There horned can become strong! Learn from other Blades! When strong be, find who him be can!' - thought
Blughurn. But things turned out alightly different way...

Despite his quick progress in guild ranks, he faced strong and skilled foes. New to their tactics,
minotuar has been defeated many, many times. Rare victories in his life was a reason for celebration,
but usually that was defeats. And everytime minotaur, hardly raising from the floor, covered with blood -
his own blood and blood of his foes - tosses his head stubbornly, and new knowledge been filling his eyes
and his very nature. He knew it's not a time to be proud, that he is not good enough - but also he knew
that one day his time will come, and he will be one who is feared and respected.