Minotaur Short Story

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The Centaur party paused, staring at the line of trees ahead. Beyond this forest before them was Zebryn, the hilly land of Minotaurs, and several of Stifflus’ companions were quite loathe to go further. He’d heard many that argued for them to turn north and head for the Pass Village, and then making the arduous climb up the High Pass into Dwarven territory, yet Stifflus stood firm in his decision to venture into the hills of Zebryn. Why still escaped him; perhaps it was the thrill of seeing firsthand the villages of Minotaurs, or the possibility of running into some Minotaur Claw or two. He really wasn’t sure what or why he came here; they had found no trace of anyone who might have wanted his big brother Manurak dead, and no sign of a trail which led here. Yet …show more content…
“They still recall the stories about the great Aaviendi slaughter by the Minotaurs, which we know as the Day of Blood, much of which you yourself should know, Stifflus.”
Manurak’s brother turned his upper torso to gaze at his uncle, whose bearded face show no emotion. Stifflus knew, however, that if his uncle Tristar spoke of it, he meant what he said, and it was perhaps quite serious. “Post a guard, Uncle,” Stifflus replied. “Don’t you do that normally, anyway? I mean, I really don’t think that we’ll be bothered by the Bull-folk tonight, but prudence is never out of style, is it, Uncle?”
Tristar chuckled and shook his head. “That sounds exactly like your brother saying that,” he remarked with humor. “You have so much of Manurak in you that you could almost pass as Manurak himself, if you weren’t so much smaller than your brother, Stifflus. And yes, all will be taken care of tonight. The Aaviendi will keep a watch during the night. Best mold ourselves to the situation, as water does in the pitcher, young Stifflus.” The older Centaur then wandered off, seeing to the unloading and setting up