Role

Chapter 1

All minotaur were special, but Drogtar was especially special. Drogtar's
early childhood was unhappy he supposed. It started by ripping his way out of
the abdomen of the half- drowish (with a little bit of orc mixed in) woman
who had served as his vessel and then quickly turned into a life of
captivity. Drogtar became aware early on that he was a captive and figured
out not very much longer after that that he was a subject of experimentation.

All of Drogtar's race were the product of dark ritual's aided by sorcery. The
minotaur who contributed their seed did so to continue their kind, for fun,
or other reasons. Those who sometimes aided the process had their interests
as well.

In the case of Drogtar, he was the product of research to try to mix a
minotaur with blood from other races to include demons. His mother, had been
selectively bred between a mix of human, drow, and orcs. The orcs selected
were chosen due to demonic tendencies they exhibited.

Drogtar was typically chained and caged and poked and prodded by a muttering
old man who never seemed satisfied with whatever it was he was looking at.
Various guards and assistants always seemed present. Drogtar's sole focus in
life became escaping that which bonded him. However in the end that was
unnecessary. One day, the old man did not appear and one of the guards
unchained Drogtar, and left leaving Drogtar alone in the ramshackle building
he has spent his entire life in.

Drogtar had never fended for himself, but quickly learned to. Savagery and
destruction seemed to come to him easily, so he was able to fend for himself
by killing and eating creatures in the swamp surrounding the makeshift
laboratory he had grown up in.

He understood rudiments of the common tounge and eventually was able to read
it somewhat. Drogtar was able to make out years of notes from the old man's
libraries and ascertain some of what he was trying to do in creating new
races. Cages full of dead creatures and old bones were a tribute to various
levels of success and failure he had encountered over the years.

Drogtar had some sense of his strength and uniqueness. He also was starting
to develop some sense of frustration that procreation for his race was so
problematic. He began to see some value in the old man's studies in loosening
the boundaries of genetic restrictions to allow the intermingling of more
races creating beings exhibiting strength greater than those combined to
create them. He also wanted to finds ways to bring out more of the additional
traits of the races had been intentionally introduced into him, especially
the demonic and orcish.

Drogtar set out from his birth place looking for ways to break down the
restrictions reality had placed on the creatures of Thera and the realm
itself.