Ohbehb LongHorn the One-Horned, Onslaught of Imperial Oppressors, Commander of Battle

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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!!!!!!!!!!!

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Chapter 4

=== Ohbehb deep down owes his very life to magic, and he knows is, hates it,
and accepts it... but he can never admit it to any man woman or even god, nor
will he ever.

=== He is jealous of any whom are able to practice the magic, hates them for
their ability and skill with the magic.

=== Because he can not be successful like them, he will kill them all.

=== Ohbehb also wishes to rule, but from what he has learned he will not rule
like the Empire, he will rule by force, for being in the empire would be
similar to being frozen timelessly once more, waiting for a chance to do what
he wanted.

=== Because of this, he will strive to be the very strongest in the Village,
so strong none will ever be able to question him nor defeat him in the
circle.

=== And finally, deep down, Ohbehb hates himself, hates that those robbed men
pulled him from his stall, away from his grass, to meld him with that
mindless naked human. Hates himself so much that he vents at times in nearly
mindless rage.

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Chapter 3

Only eyes dedicated to the influx of mana
could begin to see the pulses of magic
being sucked out of the very air itself.
It was a very rare occurrence, solidifying
Thera's veil so violently that it not only
stopped mana flowing out, but also pulled
a slight amount of the very magic to itself
to simply sustain. This seizing of raw power
tugged at the diameter of the trapped time
bubble, shrinking it just enough for the
long-horned man bull to trot forward, out of
the stable to fall onto the ground in pain
and exhaustion.

Made and trapped by magic, yet freed left
to live by that same magic. Ohbehb soon found
himself in dire straights. He learned quickly
how to forage for himself, as he could just
sustain off the very leaves of the trees and
the grass of the ground, or even what creatures
he could catch, though the blood at times left
him heated and ready to crush and charge. In
time he even picked up rough language, and
began to learn of the history of his man made
people. Torn, trapped, tortured and tormented
Ohbehb loved and hated at the very same time.
His very life was a lie, every breath might
bring sudden unexpected loathing. It was not
long before he found himself drawn to the
barbaric bloodthirsty bloodshed of the battleragers.

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Chapter 2

The violent history of the Valley of Veran is
food for the gossiping tongues of those that
love to spew myth legend and lore. Of these
stapled stories is that of the twisted things
that trample and terrorize the tangled trees.
These creatures were created by the testing
magics of those that lived and breathed in
the Valley of Veran. That same testing is what
eventually killed every sentient being within.
The twisted creatures that ran wild were also
set free by the accident that killed every
man woman and child within... except some
whisper... two. Two mortal beings trapped
for eternity in a meld of infinitely stopped
time deep within the fortified laboratories.
What isn't spoken of though, is that this
room in which time was stopped is directly
inside of the walls from the stable.. the
stable in which the first magic made minotaur
was held just after the completion of his
transformation.

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Chapter 1

A soft musical trill danced across the wind in
concert with the myriad of various buzzings
and chirps. Other odd sounds could be heard
in the distance, a strange mix of different
animal calls seeming to come from the same
creature. Behind you, fading in and out of
the mist, a vast ancient forest. Before you,
seeming to struggle free of the soil itself,
rises a massive construct of stone forming
the expanse of some sort of stronghold.
Men and women robed in a variety of soft
cloth and furry animal hides move along the
building occupying themselves with different
tasks. The length of the wall to your right
appears to be a kennel or cage of sorts made
from the wall of the very building itself.
Here, in this cage, our tale begin to take
shape.

Twisting around to peer into what seems to
be a stable of sorts shows a mixture of wild
animals. Dogs, cows, sheep, goats, among
others all are being held, ready for something.
At times one is lead away, into the buildings
the cages are connected to, to meet whatever
fate awaits it. Far to the end of the line
of openings is the last stall. Looking in
the lazy eyes of a long horned bull stare
out at you, its ear flicks away a fly as it
chews slowly, watching.

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