Jamil, Mahn-Tor and Prince Zaar

This scene is first from the perspective of Darkoth, the Minotaur Dark Knight, and loyal servant of Mahn-Tor. Due to the recent darkening of the sky and frigid temperature that has swept Aabahran, Mahn-Tor has sent out Darkoth out to search for answers as well as loyal minotaurs.

Harvil walks in.

You snort derisively.

Harvil says 'Hallo!'

Odran looks at you.

look harvil

Harvil is in excellent condition.

You say 'I hate entering human territory.'

Harvil shrugs helplessly.

Harvil says 'I can help!'

Harvil draws his weapons.

Harvil wields a Frostbrand Sword and holds it high.

Harvil wields a Slender Lightning Spear in his off-hand.

You yell 'Help! I am being attacked by Harvil!'

You yell 'Help! I'm being attacked by Harvil!'

You block Harvil's attack with your shield.

You dodge Harvil's attack.

Harvil is in excellent condition.

You block Harvil's attack with your shield.

You dodge Harvil's attack.

You block Harvil's attack with your shield.

You dodge Harvil's attack.

Your pierce decimates Harvil!

You trip Harvil and he goes down!

Your trip scratches Harvil.

Harvil has a few scratches.

c blind

You fail to blind Harvil.

You dodge Harvil's attack.

You block Harvil's attack with your shield.

Your pierce decimates Harvil!

Harvil has a few scratches.

c blind

Harvil appears to be blinded.

Harvil has a few scratches.

Harvil has fled!

Harvil walks south.

A banshee's wail cries forlornly along a freezing wind that bites to your bone.

Darkoth decides to head north, continuing his mission for his liege.

The Northern Square of Val Miran

[Exits: north east south west]

A granite fountain is here filled with water for the thirsty.

Jamil is resting here.

Jamil drinks water from a granite fountain.

look jamil

Before you stands a male minotaur standing almost nine spans high.

Growing from the top of his skull are two sharp horns. They are long and

sharp looking. The left ones tip has been replaced by razor sharp mithril.

His hair is short and midnight black turning into a mane as it runs down his

neck. His head is covered in a war helmet made of bronze and designed to

fit around his horns. His face is rugged and his snout has three seperate

slash scars on it. His eyes are light blue and do not seem to miss much.

His body is covered in the standard black chainmail of an imperial officer

in the Mahn-Tor city guard. Giant spiked onyx bracelets adorn each wrist.

Each leg is covered in black greaves with sharp protruding spikes. In each

hand is one of a matched set of giant axes. Each blade is dark and each

haft has a number of slashes carved into it.

He has done a fair amount of traveling.

Jamil is in excellent condition.

[ Minot War] [Male] Jamil the Gladiator

You peer intently at Jamil.

You say 'You! Who do you swear allegiance to?!'

Jamil looks at you.

Jamil says 'Mahn tor'

The thickness of the gloom suffocating the world seems to ease as the night is about to end.

Jamil says 'My cousin'

Jamil looks at you.

Darkoth grins, 'You are of the Tor Herd then?'

Jamil says 'And you? Who do you owe your alligance?'

Jamil stands up.

Jamil says 'You know of the Tor clan well, you are there often, why play games with me?'

Jamil turns his horns towards you in a menacing manner!

The once brazen sun is now but a limp orb with only a few feeble rays able to wrestle its way through the gloom of the blackness smothering Aabahran.

It starts to rain.

Jamil snorts at you.

Harvil rides in.

Darkoth snorts angrily in retort, 'These are times where we must be sure of our allegiance.'

Harvil smiles happily.

Jamil nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

You say 'Do you not see this frigid weather?'

You say 'This endless night?!'

Harvil says 'You dont belong here!'

You yell 'Help! I'm being attacked by Harvil!'

You dodge Harvil's attack.

You block Harvil's attack with your shield.

Harvil is in excellent condition.

Jamil says 'The humans no doubt'

Harvil's freezing bite mauls you.

You dodge Harvil's attack.

You block Harvil's attack with your shield.

You dodge Harvil's attack.

Harvil parries your attack.

You trip Harvil and he goes down!

Your trip scratches Harvil.

Harvil has a few scratches.

Harvil seems to be unaffected.

Harvil has a few scratches.

The gods protect Harvil from Jamil.

You block Harvil's attack with your shield.

Harvil's freezing bite injures you.

You dodge Harvil's attack.

Harvil's freezing bite mauls you.

You dodge Harvil's attack.

Harvil dodges your attack.

Harvil has a few scratches.

Harvil's freezing bite wounds you.

You dodge Harvil's attack.

Your pierce decimates Harvil!

You disarm Harvil!

Harvil has a few scratches.

Jamil says 'Fool'

c blind

Harvil appears to be blinded.

Harvil has a few scratches.

Harvil switches a Slender Lightning Spear to their good hand.

You block Harvil's attack with your shield.

You dodge Harvil's attack.

Your pierce maims Harvil!

You disarm Harvil!

Harvil has some small wounds and bruises.

Harvil has fled!

Harvil rides north.

Jamil says 'Stupid hobbit'

Jamil gets a Frostbrand Sword.

Jamil gets a Slender Lightning Spear.

Jamil sighs.

Jamil says 'Maybe if I hold his toys'

Darkoth dips his sword into the fountain, cleaning the blood off.

Jamil grins evilly at you. Hmmm. Better keep your distance.

Jamil says 'Well done'

Jamil says 'Now what were you saying before we were so rudely interrupted?'

You say 'This is why I despise entering human cities!'

Jamil says 'They stink too'

Jamil snorts derisively.

Harvil rides in.

Jamil says 'The days of the human cities are numbered'

Harvil says 'Thief!'

Jamil looks at Harvil and mutters something nasty under his breath.

Jamil says 'Leave us'

Harvil says 'Yer stole me weapons!'

You say 'We mobilize our army!'

Harvil blinks innocently.

Jamil says 'I am holding your toys'

Jamil says 'Now begone if you want them back someday'

Harvil says 'Well..I want them now!'

Jamil says 'So you can attack my comrade again?'

Jamil says 'I think not'

Harvil says 'Not if his words touch my ears!'

Jamil says 'Leave and they wont'

Jamil turns his horns towards you in a menacing manner!

Harvil wiggles his ears.

Harvil gasps in astonishment.

Jamil says 'It matters not'

Jamil says 'It is no secret the human settlements will burn'

Darkoth growls impatiently, 'Foolishness! Attack me again and I will take your life!'

Harvil gasps in astonishment.

You say 'Give him back his puny toys.'

Harvil cowers in a corner and whimpers softly.

Jamil says 'They have attacked our civilians time and time again with no provocation.'

Jamil nods.

Jamil gives a Slender Lightning Spear to Harvil.

A banshee's wail cries forlornly along a freezing wind that bites to your bone.

Jamil gives a Frostbrand Sword to Harvil.

Harvil pulls a bag of salsa and chips out of his pouch.

Harvil says 'Yum!'

(Sidenote: At this point I am rolling my eyes and thinking this guy is a certified idiot)

Jamil nods at you in agreement.

Harvil smiles happily.

As though completely fatigued, the cold sun abandons Aabahran to the abyssal darkness.

Jamil says 'Is my cousin still upset with me over the incident with his harem?'

Harvil rides south.

Jamil says 'It was a misunderstanding'

Harvil says 'I wanna kill humans!'

You say 'You know it is against the law to even be WITHIN his Harem.'

The blackness of the abyss constricts your heart as the night begins.

Jamil says 'That is true'

Jamil says 'But have you seen any of them?'

You say 'The Great Mahn has a low threshold for such things!'

Jamil says 'Thats an understatement'

Jamil shows you a scar on his face

Harvil looks at Jamil.

Harvil shrugs helplessly.

Darkoth looks to his left and to his right, and leans in whispering 'Of course I have

seen them! That does not mean I would....'

Jamil says 'That was for taking some his food when we were younger'

Harvil says 'Your kinda ugly any way.'

Jamil snickers softly.

Jamil says 'You are still here halfling?'

Harvil nods.

Harvil says 'I wanna help!'

Jamil stomps his foot and snorts

The frigid breath of death and foreboding blows across Aabahran, subduing hope and chilling life in its path.

Harvil says 'I'll kill many humans!'

Darkoth laughs loudly! 'We of the Tor Herd have little patience for runts.'

Harvil gasps in astonishment.

Harvil says 'I aint no RUNT!'

Jamil says 'They are slain at birth'

You nod.

Harvil pokes Jamil in the ribs.

Harvil says 'Maybe yer grow up and I slay ya?'

Harvil smiles happily.

Darkoth draws his cloak around his body, protecting himself from the cold.

Jamil says 'First you want to kill humans'

Harvil nods.

Jamil says 'Now you threaten an officer in the Tor guard?'

Harvil falls to the ground and rolls around laughing hysterically.

Jamil says 'You are insane'

Harvil says 'Officer, ya too weak to be a peon!'

Harvil snaps to attention.

Jamil turns his back on Harvil

Harvil proffers a brisk salute to Jamil.

Harvil says 'At ease!'

Harvil giggles.

Jamil says 'Is the army nearly ready ?'

Harvil says 'I lead Army!'

Harvil says 'FALL IN!'

You say 'We draft soldiers.'

Jamil says 'Are the funds sufficent?'

Harvil says 'PRESENT ARMS!'

Harvil draws his sword!

Harvil says 'Order ARMS!'

Harvil sheaths his sword.

Harvil giggles.

Harvil says 'Where army anyway?'

You say 'Our coffers are full.'

Jamil smiles happily.

Harvil peers around himself intently.

Jamil says 'That is good'

You peer intently at Harvil.

The thickness of the gloom suffocating the world seems to ease as the night is about to end.

The sky is getting cloudy.

Harvil says 'I dont see an army?'

You say 'We tire of trespassers.'

Jamil says 'Rheydin will make an excellent farm land'

Jamil says 'Those fields would feed our entire clan the whole winter with food to spare'

You say 'Indeed. And we will triple the Lord's harems with slaves.'

Jamil says 'We may get harems of our own'

You say 'You do not have one?'

Harvil says 'Ugly cows.'

You bat your eyelashes.

scream

ARRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!

Harvil yells 'Help! I am being attacked by Darkoth!'

Harvil parries your attack.

You dodge Harvil's attack.

You block Harvil's attack with your shield.

Harvil parries your attack.

You disarm Harvil!

Harvil is in excellent condition.

Harvil gets a Frostbrand Sword.

Harvil draws his weapon.

Harvil stops using a Slender Lightning Spear.

Harvil wields a sharp glaive and holds it high.

Harvil's slice wounds you.

You dodge Harvil's attack.

You block Harvil's attack with your shield.

Harvil dodges your attack.

Harvil is in excellent condition.

Harvil has fled!

Harvil rides east.

Harvil rides in.

Harvil says 'True!'

You say 'WATCH YOUR TONGUE!'

Jamil says 'Very poor judgment'

Harvil giggles.

Jamil says 'But I saw it coming'

Jamil says 'The halfling is a half wit'

Harvil gasps in astonishment.

Darkoth looks up at the sky and frowns.

Levorash steps out of the shadows.

Levorash says 'Best to remain silent and be thought a fool'

Levorash says 'Than to open your mouth'

Levorash fades into existence.

A banshee's wail cries forlornly along a freezing wind that bites to your bone.

Levorash says 'And remove all doubt'

Harvil says 'Cows a cows.'

Harvil shrugs helplessly.

You say 'No doubt the elves have a hand in this.'

You say 'Them and their damn prophecies.'

Jamil says 'They can never just leave well enough alone'

Jamil says 'Always meddling'

Jamil says 'At least they dont stink like the human settlements'

Jamil snorts derisively.

Harvil falls to the ground and rolls around laughing hysterically.

Harvil says 'Smelled yerself?'

Jamil gets some Magenta Leaves from a travel bag.

Jamil gives you some Magenta Leaves.

Jamil lights some Magenta Leaves and smokes it.

Jamil gets a wild look in his eyes!

Harvil shrugs helplessly.

Harvil seems to measure you up and consider your size.

Jamil passes the pipe to Darkoth

Jamil grins evilly.

Jamil says 'My own private blend'

Darkoth lights some Magenta Leaves and smokes it.

Harvil says 'Well..I'm off to go raid Mahn-Tor...nice day!'

Harvil giggles.

Harvil rides south.

You snort derisively.

You say 'Now.'

You say 'We mobilize.'

Jamil tilts his head and listens

You say 'Strengthen yourself and sharpen your blades, for when the call comes, we need able soldiers.'

Jamil says 'You can count on me'

Jamil says 'I know where my loyalties lie'

Jamil says 'I have seen what the humans do'

You nod.

Jamil says 'They are a blight'

Jamil says 'That threatens our very survival'

Jamil says 'I will keep a couple though'

Jamil says 'They might make good pets'

Jamil falls down laughing.

Darkoth's ears twitch, 'That fool... is actually launching an assault!'

HEAD BACK TO MAHN-TOR AND SWITCH TO JAMIL'S POINT OF VIEW

The Minotaur Warrior yells 'No trespassing, Jamil!'

Jamil yells 'Help! I am being attacked by the Minotaur Warrior!'

The Square of Mahn-Tor

This appears to be the main square of Mahn-Tor. It appears to be quite empty

at this time of night. A huge fountain graces the center of the square, but

the extreme cold has turned it into an ice sculpture. The water has frozen in

arcs through the air. Snow and ice covers the square and small streets lead

east and west. To the north, you see the gates to the city. You also notice a

small store to the south. A small sign hangs outside the store.

[Exits: north east south west]

A mighty Fortress looms over the area.

A minotaur warrior is here looking for intruders.

A minotaur citizen is here, hurrying through the icy streets.

The Minotaur Warrior yells 'No trespassing, Jamil!'

You yell 'Help! I am being attacked by the Minotaur Warrior!'

You parry the Minotaur Warrior's attack.

The Minotaur Warrior tries to disarm you, but fails.

The Minotaur Warrior is in excellent condition.

Jamil yells 'Why do my own guards attack me?'

Jamil yells 'Traitors in the keep'

You say 'Why raise your blade against me?'

You say 'Is cousin still angry with me?'

The Royal Minotaur Guard says 'What do you think?'

You say 'I would have hoped he would have forgotten by now'

The Royal Minotaur Guard says 'Not a chance.'

The Royal Minotaur Guard says 'She was one of his favorite.'

You say 'They are all his favorite'

You fall down laughing.

You say 'Still'

You say 'I suppose I should speak with him'

You say 'We are kin'

You say 'Stay your blade good soldier'

You say 'All will be well'

You raise your hand in salute to the Royal Minotaur Guard.

As you touch the throne a loud alarm sounds!

Suddenly the Elite Minotaur Guard appears!

Suddenly the Royal Minotaur Guard appears!

You dodge the Elite Minotaur Guard's attack.

You dual parry the Royal Minotaur Guard's attack.

The Royal Minotaur Guard tries to disarm you, but fails.

You say 'Halt it is I Jamil'

You raise your hand in salute to the Royal Minotaur Guard.

You say 'Is my cousin home?'

The Royal Minotaur Guard says 'Weren't you told to never come back?'

You say 'I do not remember the word never as such'

You say 'In fact I remember few words'

You say 'Just a solitary swinging axe'

The Royal Minotaur Guard says 'Didn't get the hint?'

Jamil touches his snout where a small piece is missing

You say 'Hard times come for us all'

You say 'We must set aside our petty squabbles and unite'

The Royal Minotaur Guard sighs, 'If anyone asks, you SNUCK in'

The Royal Minotaur Guard disappears.

The Elite Minotaur Guard disappears.

The main living room

This room is decorated with sturdy stone furniture that is carved and gilded.

Large candles light the room. A thick rug covers the floor. Thick furs and

tapestries decorate the walls. Beaded doorways lead south and west.

[Exits: south west]

(White Aura) Darkoth, the minotaur dark-knight, stands here grinning wickedly.

A minotaur butler stands here rigidly, awaiting orders.

Darkoth raises an eyebrow.

You say 'I did not visit the harem'

You say 'Relax'

Jamil rides south.

Mahn-Tor yells 'Die Jamil!'

Jamil yells 'Help! I am being attacked by Mahn-Tor!'

The Master Bedroom

This appears to be the master bedroom. A huge bed fills the rooms. Piles of

furs and other rich furnishings adorn the room. Candles are everywhere and

they help a huge fireplace light the room. The lavishness of the room

overwhelms you. Beaded doorways lead north and west.

[Exits: north west]

(Invisible) (Translucent) (White Aura) Mahn-Tor, the minotaur grand master, is here

looking down at you.

Mahn-Tor says 'What are you doing here?'

Mahn-Tor yells 'Die Jamil!'

You yell 'Help! I am being attacked by Mahn-Tor!'

Mahn-Tor fades into existence.

Mahn-Tor's slash MASSACRES you!

Mahn-Tor dodges your attack.

Mahn-Tor blocks your attack with his shield.

You dodge Mahn-Tor's attack.

Mahn-Tor is in excellent condition.

Mahn-Tor is blinded by the dirt in his eyes!

Your kicked dirt scratches Mahn-Tor.

Mahn-Tor has a few scratches.

You say 'Wait cousin'

You say 'Let me speak'

Mahn-Tor growls.

You bow before him.

Mahn-Tor says 'I'll KILL you!'

You say 'My sword and life are yours'

Mahn-Tor rubs the dirt out of his eyes.

Mahn-Tor says 'DAMN RIGHT they are!'

Mahn-Tor peers at you intently.

Mahn-Tor says 'You have some nerve Jamil!'

You say 'Hard times are coming cousin'

You say 'Let us move beyond the past?'

Mahn-Tor grumbles and growls.

You say 'I regret any past transgressions'

You say 'At least let us deal with the humans first'

Mahn-Tor says 'I'm listening.'

You say 'They slaughter our young and civilians without pause or check'

You say 'You see this yourself yes?'

Mahn-Tor nods while snorting.

You say 'We must chase the humans from this land'

You say 'Slay their cattle'

You say 'Burn their towns'

You say 'Or they will end us'

Mahn-Tor says 'The humans are not our biggest concern.'

You say 'What is greater?'

Jamil sits down and begins to sharpen his blade as he listens

Mahn-Tor says 'We are surrounded by the Nexus to the North, the Elves to the east, and the Humans in the south.'

You nod.

Mahn-Tor says 'The Nexus has offered us their soldiers, The Rheydinians are too busy thinking about their own profits.'

A banshee's wail cries forlornly along a freezing wind that bites to your bone.

Jamil listens and nods

Mahn-Tor says 'It is the Elves that concern us. Rumors are floating about that they are blaming us for this weather.'

You say 'They can not be so dim '

You say 'Can they?'

Jamil scratches and his ear thinking

Mahn-Tor shrugs carelessly.

Mahn-Tor says 'Something about some prophecy.'

You mutter quietly to yourself.

You say 'What are your thoughts on how to deal with the elves then?'

Mahn-Tor says 'We will not make the first move. We have warned all of Aabahran about transgressions against the horned empire.'

You say 'I doubt they would believe anything we say if they are calling it prophecy'

Mahn-Tor says 'I have sent my son, Zaar, out into the world to attain have a finger on the pulse of happenings.'

The Master Bedroom

This appears to be the master bedroom. A huge bed fills the rooms. Piles of

furs and other rich furnishings adorn the room. Candles are everywhere and

they help a huge fireplace light the room. The lavishness of the room

overwhelms you. Beaded doorways lead north and west.

[Exits: north west]

A Minotaur shrouded in dark robes stands before you.

(Translucent) (White Aura) Mahn-Tor, the minotaur grand master, is here looking down at you.

A large minotaur wearing a cloak enters.

A large Minotaur covered up from head to toe in dark robes stands before you. It is

hard to make out any distinguishing figures - almost as if his choice of attire is

solely chosen for that specific purpose. An air of pompousness seems to hang around

this one, as if he has a history of getting his way.

A Shrouded Minotaur is in excellent condition.

You raise your hand in salute to A Shrouded Minotaur.

A Shrouded Minotaur quickly places a hand on his waraxe!

A Shrouded Minotaur says 'What is HE doing here?!'

Mahn-Tor raises a hand to motion for silence, 'It is alright, Zaar.'

A Shrouded Minotaur growls.

Mahn-Tor says 'Stay your weapon.'

A Shrouded Minotaur does as he is told, but not without some hesitation.

Jamil stands silently at attention

You say 'When they coming days favor our people, perhaps you will think better of me my prince.'

Mahn-Tor claps his hands twice, ushering in a harem girl.

The Harem Girl walks in.

Mahn-Tor yells 'Die the Harem Girl!'

The Harem Girl yells 'Help! I am being attacked by Mahn-Tor!'

Mahn-Tor's slash DISMEMBERS the Harem Girl!

The Harem Girl is DEAD!!

You hear the Harem Girl's death cry.

You are starving.

Your hunger grazes you.

Mahn-Tor says 'Now we are forgiven. She bears the burden of your crimes.'

You snort derisively.

You say 'As you wish'

Mahn-Tor says 'Aid yourself to her grapes.'

You get a bunch of grapes from the corpse of the Harem Girl.

You get 5 gold coins from the corpse of the Harem Girl.

You eat a bunch of grapes.

You are full.

Mahn-Tor claps again, calling someone to remove the body from room.

The Master Bedroom

[Exits: north west]

The corpse of the Harem Girl is lying here.

A minotaur butler stands here rigidly, awaiting orders.

A Minotaur shrouded in dark robes stands before you.

Jamil the Gladiator is here, sitting astride a warhorse.

You say 'What news Prince Zaar?'

The Minotaur Butler gets the corpse of the Harem Girl.

The Minotaur Butler walks north.

A Shrouded Minotaur looks to his father first, obviously not willing to proceed.

Mahn-Tor only nods his head as he picks up a goblet of wine and puts it to his lips.

Jamil waits patiently

A Shrouded Minotaur sighs in disgust, 'The Elves are looking for scrolls that speak of an ancient prophecy. So are the Nexus.'

A Shrouded Minotaur says 'My spies tell me that they blame us for this weather and for the times... as dictated by some line in their filthy prophecies..'

Jamil tilts his head , his ears twitching slightly as he listens

A Shrouded Minotaur says 'I suppose they believe that we have displeased the Gods.'

Mahn-Tor snorts at this, 'We have not displeased their women however', and nods to his Harem grinning.

You fall down laughing.

You say 'What do the elves say on the subject of the constant human raids we are subjected to?'

A Shrouded Minotaur shrugs, 'They could care less. They think of us as simple beasts deserving of our fate.'

You say 'You trust soldiers from the Nexxus?'

A Shrouded Minotaur says 'They have done nothing to harm us.'

A Shrouded Minotaur says 'The enemy of our enemy...'

You say 'Perhaps'

You say 'I still advise caution'

A Shrouded Minotaur scowls at you, 'You would, you coward'

You say 'Just because someone has never hurt you does not mean they never will'

You say 'Prince or no , stay your tounge!'

A Shrouded Minotaur makes no effort to hide his disdain for you.

Mahn-Tor raises an eyebrow at you.

You say 'When have I ever run from a fight?'

A Shrouded Minotaur says 'You forget your place!'

You snort derisively.

You say 'So we work with the Nexxus'

You say 'I understand'

You nod.

Mahn-Tor opens his mouth and proceeds to laugh!

Mahn-Tor says 'Anxious for a fight, eh son?'

A Shrouded Minotaur mutters something about if -HE- were in charge.

Mahn-Tor raises an eyebrow.

Mahn-Tor says 'What was that? Speak up?'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Jamil takes a few steps backwards, slowly

A Shrouded Minotaur says 'I said nothing father.'

Mahn-Tor laughs loudly once again, placing a jovial hand on his son's shoulder!

Mahn-Tor says 'That a boy.'

Jamil breathes a sigh of relief

Mahn-Tor punches Zaar incredibly hard in the gut! All wind leaves the young minotaur's face!

Mahn-Tor says 'Remember son. When you wish the throne, you must defeat me in battle for it.'

Jamil trys to hide a smirk but not very hard

A Shrouded Minotaur coughs sporadically, holding the place where he was slugged with both hands.

Mahn-Tor says 'You know our customs.'

Mahn-Tor says 'I defeated my father when I was but thirteen for the throne.'

Mahn-Tor says 'Here you are, nearly twenty and you cannot match your old man.'

Jamil listens to this story, again.

You roll your eyes in disgust.

You say 'Yes my lord'

You say 'It is well known'

You say 'The humans'

You say 'I still think they are dangerous'

You say 'And should be dealt with'

A Shrouded Minotaur continues to gasp for air on the floor.

Jamil mutters about the elves

You say 'You will live my prince'

You say 'You forgot the power of your fathers left hook?'

Mahn-Tor nods his head. 'I will send Zaar to check on the relations with the Rheydinians.'

Mahn-Tor says 'Move along boy, and report back to me.'

Jamil sees great wheat fields where Rheydin used to be

A Shrouded Minotaur gets to his feet, and nods his head in acknowledgement. 'Yes father.'

You raise your hand in salute to A Shrouded Minotaur.

Still holding his stomach, Zaar makes his way towards the door, and Mahn-Tor turns to face you.

Though Mahn-Tor misses it, you cannot help but see Zaar shoot his father a dangerous look, full of murderous intent.

You say 'What orders for me my leige?'

Mahn-Tor says 'Darkoth is recruiting our kin. We are drafting warriors.'

You say 'Yes'

Mahn-Tor says 'I hear of one called Emeilonis who has ascribed himself to the cause.'

You say 'We spoke of it earlier'

Mahn-Tor says 'Another by the name of Kazlor.'

You say 'I have marked those names'

Mahn-Tor says 'If you come across others of the Herd, let them know we mobilize.'

Mahn-Tor says 'That is all.'

You nod in enthusiastic agreement with Mahn-Tor.

You say 'And what of the elves?'

You say 'What can be done?'

Mahn-Tor says 'We will keep our eyes on them... though we will not make the first move.'

You say 'Wise'

You say 'Is it safe for me to come home from now on?'

You grin evilly at him.

Mahn-Tor says 'Perhaps. Though you know we are an ill-tempered people.'

Mahn-Tor says 'It is our way.'

You nod in enthusiastic agreement with Mahn-Tor.

You say 'Its not our fault'

You say 'If the other races would just leave us be it would be better'

Mahn-Tor says 'Our blood boils hotter than the deepest pits of Aabahran.'

Jamil nods knowing this to be true

Mahn-Tor says 'Now...'

Mahn-Tor says 'I will retire to my Harem. Leave me!'

You bow before him.

Jamil rides north.

look dark

Darkoth is a living incarnation of evil. He radiates a dark aura, and a cold

chill runs down your spine. He is the master of the Mahn-Tor dark-knights.

Darkoth is in excellent condition.

You say 'I still live'

You say 'So it went well'

You hear all sorts of giggling and mischief making coming from Mahn-Tor's Harem.

[ Minot War] [Male] Jamil the Lieutenant of the Minotaur Army