Summer, 1331
“My Roja. We have received an important message from Gibbon’s Guerrillas.”
Sarangay sat down with a frown on her face at the crude war room table covered with maps and tokens, her fan-axe glistening by the light of the small fire nearby. Mwi sat beside the russet-hide minotaur, also warily looking at the human messenger. The human female was a reliable dispatcher, and Gibbon was a nominal ally who would share supplies and sometimes coordinate attacks, but this was the first time that the other guerilla leader directly sent a message to Bear Balcony Caves. That bode ill.
The messenger seemed uncomfortable facing the two clearly testy bull-women. “The King of Auxia has relayed information out to all irregular units in the land.”
Mwi translated. Sarangay shook her head. {We are not humans and we will not listen to their king if he wants to sacrifice our forces.}
The messenger pulled out a parchment.
“This is from Colonel Gibbon: ‘There are agents about. Agents from the Continent, providing supplies. New weapons and armor. Money. Maps. Something big seems to be about to happen.’”
She pulled out a second message, and after showing it to Sarangay-who approved with a nod of her head- opened it and read it aloud.
An important specialist strike team is preparing to move through your territories. Provide them with all needed support. Protect them with your life. They may be key to winning this Greatest of Wars.
Your Lord and Sovereign, King Owin Herbert Walker, King of all Nalbin, the Northern Marches, and Welf.
The Roja turned to her fellow minotaur after hearing the translation.
{What do you think?}
{I don’t like it.}
{I don’t like it either. I don’t think Gibbon does either from the sound of it. But my objective is simple. We defeat the Men of the Snows, and we get our men back.}
{Couldn’t we just keep doing what we’re doing? So many outsiders feel like a massive risk.}
{We could. But our menfolk are dying. I will do anything to bring them back as soon as possible. Tell the messenger that we will talk to Gibbon and these agents about how we can help. Tell the agents to supply us first if we are to be effective.}
{I obey, my Roja.}
{Meanwhile throw out more pickets around Balcony Cave and prepare the escape tunnels and our backup hideouts.} Sarangay stopped and looked around the namesake balcony of the cave complex. {As much as I favor this place, we may need to abandon it if things go wrong.}
Mwi bowed. {I understand, my Roja.}
***
“Minotaurs?” Logan asked. “Out of all of the rebel groups we’re staying with the minotaur one?”
Ten days after leaving the Sabines of Elwha in the forested Back Valley, the party was clearly approaching the foothills of the Betakinin Ranges: the trees had turned from deciduous to conifer, and gradually thinned out into meadows and then grassland with rocky hillocks. As the group took a lunch break at the lee side of one outcropping, the Forester ascended the rise to view the mountains ahead while reading his map, plotting out the next route to take based on the information that Lord De Trobliand had provided. Logan's finger rested upon the scribbles written up a mountain canyon.
“That is quite purposeful.” The Normad replied beside him. “The minotaurs are hated and nearly destroyed by the Other Men. Their kingdom has been destroyed, their people harried. They will not turn and surrender to the Tassurians, they will only fight to the death. We will be safe among them. They may even accept the presence of the dragon.”
Logan turned to look at Lord De Trobliand. “Would they be safe among us?”
The Normad shrugged. “They agreed to take us in.”
***
Sarangay stood alone at the entrance of Balcony Cave, nervously awaiting the arrival of the humans. She was not alone of course, Gnerwa and Proteria had troops watching from both sides of Chalone Canyon, Mwi was with her scouts shadowing the approaching Royal team, and her human translator Ahwano was at the mouth of the canyon to greet and introduce the Balcony Cave Guerrillas to the strike team.
Sarangay still felt incredibly alone.
As had been promised, human scouts had suddenly appeared in the area a few days beforehand, providing crates of swords, polearms and bows, brigandine armor and spangenhelms, dried kipper rations and medicines, and bearing the same messages to the guerrillas. The supplies were useful and well-needed; all of Sarangay’s guerrillas were now at least equipped with light armor, a helm, and a weapon. This made her believe the messages and be willing to meet up with the visitors. And yet her suspicions remained. Were something to go terribly wrong, Mwi had been ordered to take Sarangay’s surviving forces and evacuate to Pompino Canyon.
Sarangay however would face this alone, taking up the duty of her people as the Roja and commander of the rebels.
As if beckoned, Mwi suddenly appeared from out of the woods, an odd smile plastered on her face. The scout’s appearance meant that the humans were close, but Sarangay’s expression was slightly concerning.
{Seven humanoids, five humans, a Sabine, and a Duregaren. All with horses. Well armed, well protected.} The sable minotaur scout reported.
{Not too bad I guess, worst case scenario we can disarm-}
{Sarangay, they also have a dragon with them.}
{What?}
{A bonafide great wyrm!} Mwi laughed. {I'll love to see the Other Men when they see that coming!}
{Are you sure that it's safe? What if this is a trap? A single great wyrm could destroy us all.}
{I am not, but they've gotten far without any of our allies triggering warning. I say the risk is low.}
{Very well. Follow the plan, Mwi.}
{Yes, my Roja. They will come soon. Good luck.}
As the sable scout disappeared into the bush, Sarangay tried to calm herself down before the encounter.
Deep breaths. Breathe in and breathe out.
A few minutes later she heard voices of conversation and caught Ahwano’s voice among them. The group rounded the canyon and behind her waving translator came a tall human male with high airs and a crossbow, a shorter human male with an awlpike, an even shorter human male with knives and charms, a tall human female in a costume of a bird, a short human female with wide-brimmed hat and a bird, a wary female sabine, and a grizzled duregaren-and a large dragon sniffing the air, and evaluating the hidden guerrillas it could evidently detect. Sarangay’s breath caught, though she put up a proud but friendly face and, throwing her fan-axe on her shoulder, walked over to greet the newcomers.
{Hail, warriors!}
The members of the strike force stopped, while young and brave Ahwano quickly returned to acknowledgement.
{Hail, Sarangay! I return with the members of Logan’s Strikeforce.}
{Hail, Sarangay of the Balcony Cave Guerrillas!} The tall human male replied in relatively fluent Taruen. Everyone looked shocked at that figure, including Sarangay, Ahwano, the other members of the party and even the dragon.
The tall human looked unperturbed. “Please continue translating, Ahwano. We want everyone to be certain what we are discussing here.”
After a short introduction, Logan stepped forward, bowed at the female minotaur warrior, and made the group’s official request.
“We are on a mission of utmost importance and secrecy. It may decide the course of this Great War. We seek a few days' rest with your group, protection while here, information of the area and guidance to Rocevales Pass. The dragon will need to be hidden from prying eyes. None of our lives are as important as protecting the dragon until we reach our destination.”
“Make no mistake, harboring us is dangerous, indeed it may be fatal.” Lord de Trobliand added. “But we may succeed as well. And if we succeed then the Northerners will be doomed.”
Saragany paused only briefly after getting the translation. Her personal war against the Tassurian Empire had already been a death wish, one with very little chance of survival, much less success. The guerrilla leader felt that she had done well up to this point, but with more of her people being rescued as well as other individuals now under her care, the Roja’s responsibility to everyone had only grown more important. Was she willing to risk everyone’s lives for this shot at success?
Still this opportunity had fallen to her lap, and Sarangay of the Fales, Roja of the Minotaurs, would do anything for her people, which included working with humans and other past enemies. The minotaur leader scanned the humanoids in front of her, then cast a wary eye at the dragon before she finally turned back to Logan.
{I understand, and I accept the risk. I do have one favor to ask your party-to spare any minotaur slaves you come across, and hopefully set them free to join me. Can you do that?}
{We can.} The Normad Lord agreed before the translator had a chance to perform his job.
The minotaur leader nodded and made a bow of her own. {Good. Then I bid you all welcome to the Balcony Cave.}
Bruce Springsteen- No Surrender
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“My Roja. We have received an important message from Gibbon’s Guerrillas.”
Sarangay sat down with a frown on her face at the crude war room table covered with maps and tokens, her fan-axe glistening by the light of the small fire nearby. Mwi sat beside the russet-hide minotaur, also warily looking at the human messenger. The human female was a reliable dispatcher, and Gibbon was a nominal ally who would share supplies and sometimes coordinate attacks, but this was the first time that the other guerilla leader directly sent a message to Bear Balcony Caves. That bode ill.
The messenger seemed uncomfortable facing the two clearly testy bull-women. “The King of Auxia has relayed information out to all irregular units in the land.”
Mwi translated. Sarangay shook her head. {We are not humans and we will not listen to their king if he wants to sacrifice our forces.}
The messenger pulled out a parchment.
“This is from Colonel Gibbon: ‘There are agents about. Agents from the Continent, providing supplies. New weapons and armor. Money. Maps. Something big seems to be about to happen.’”
She pulled out a second message, and after showing it to Sarangay-who approved with a nod of her head- opened it and read it aloud.
An important specialist strike team is preparing to move through your territories. Provide them with all needed support. Protect them with your life. They may be key to winning this Greatest of Wars.
Your Lord and Sovereign, King Owin Herbert Walker, King of all Nalbin, the Northern Marches, and Welf.
The Roja turned to her fellow minotaur after hearing the translation.
{What do you think?}
{I don’t like it.}
{I don’t like it either. I don’t think Gibbon does either from the sound of it. But my objective is simple. We defeat the Men of the Snows, and we get our men back.}
{Couldn’t we just keep doing what we’re doing? So many outsiders feel like a massive risk.}
{We could. But our menfolk are dying. I will do anything to bring them back as soon as possible. Tell the messenger that we will talk to Gibbon and these agents about how we can help. Tell the agents to supply us first if we are to be effective.}
{I obey, my Roja.}
{Meanwhile throw out more pickets around Balcony Cave and prepare the escape tunnels and our backup hideouts.} Sarangay stopped and looked around the namesake balcony of the cave complex. {As much as I favor this place, we may need to abandon it if things go wrong.}
Mwi bowed. {I understand, my Roja.}
***
“Minotaurs?” Logan asked. “Out of all of the rebel groups we’re staying with the minotaur one?”
Ten days after leaving the Sabines of Elwha in the forested Back Valley, the party was clearly approaching the foothills of the Betakinin Ranges: the trees had turned from deciduous to conifer, and gradually thinned out into meadows and then grassland with rocky hillocks. As the group took a lunch break at the lee side of one outcropping, the Forester ascended the rise to view the mountains ahead while reading his map, plotting out the next route to take based on the information that Lord De Trobliand had provided. Logan's finger rested upon the scribbles written up a mountain canyon.
“That is quite purposeful.” The Normad replied beside him. “The minotaurs are hated and nearly destroyed by the Other Men. Their kingdom has been destroyed, their people harried. They will not turn and surrender to the Tassurians, they will only fight to the death. We will be safe among them. They may even accept the presence of the dragon.”
Logan turned to look at Lord De Trobliand. “Would they be safe among us?”
The Normad shrugged. “They agreed to take us in.”
***
Sarangay stood alone at the entrance of Balcony Cave, nervously awaiting the arrival of the humans. She was not alone of course, Gnerwa and Proteria had troops watching from both sides of Chalone Canyon, Mwi was with her scouts shadowing the approaching Royal team, and her human translator Ahwano was at the mouth of the canyon to greet and introduce the Balcony Cave Guerrillas to the strike team.
Sarangay still felt incredibly alone.
As had been promised, human scouts had suddenly appeared in the area a few days beforehand, providing crates of swords, polearms and bows, brigandine armor and spangenhelms, dried kipper rations and medicines, and bearing the same messages to the guerrillas. The supplies were useful and well-needed; all of Sarangay’s guerrillas were now at least equipped with light armor, a helm, and a weapon. This made her believe the messages and be willing to meet up with the visitors. And yet her suspicions remained. Were something to go terribly wrong, Mwi had been ordered to take Sarangay’s surviving forces and evacuate to Pompino Canyon.
Sarangay however would face this alone, taking up the duty of her people as the Roja and commander of the rebels.
As if beckoned, Mwi suddenly appeared from out of the woods, an odd smile plastered on her face. The scout’s appearance meant that the humans were close, but Sarangay’s expression was slightly concerning.
{Seven humanoids, five humans, a Sabine, and a Duregaren. All with horses. Well armed, well protected.} The sable minotaur scout reported.
{Not too bad I guess, worst case scenario we can disarm-}
{Sarangay, they also have a dragon with them.}
{What?}
{A bonafide great wyrm!} Mwi laughed. {I'll love to see the Other Men when they see that coming!}
{Are you sure that it's safe? What if this is a trap? A single great wyrm could destroy us all.}
{I am not, but they've gotten far without any of our allies triggering warning. I say the risk is low.}
{Very well. Follow the plan, Mwi.}
{Yes, my Roja. They will come soon. Good luck.}
As the sable scout disappeared into the bush, Sarangay tried to calm herself down before the encounter.
Deep breaths. Breathe in and breathe out.
A few minutes later she heard voices of conversation and caught Ahwano’s voice among them. The group rounded the canyon and behind her waving translator came a tall human male with high airs and a crossbow, a shorter human male with an awlpike, an even shorter human male with knives and charms, a tall human female in a costume of a bird, a short human female with wide-brimmed hat and a bird, a wary female sabine, and a grizzled duregaren-and a large dragon sniffing the air, and evaluating the hidden guerrillas it could evidently detect. Sarangay’s breath caught, though she put up a proud but friendly face and, throwing her fan-axe on her shoulder, walked over to greet the newcomers.
{Hail, warriors!}
The members of the strike force stopped, while young and brave Ahwano quickly returned to acknowledgement.
{Hail, Sarangay! I return with the members of Logan’s Strikeforce.}
{Hail, Sarangay of the Balcony Cave Guerrillas!} The tall human male replied in relatively fluent Taruen. Everyone looked shocked at that figure, including Sarangay, Ahwano, the other members of the party and even the dragon.
The tall human looked unperturbed. “Please continue translating, Ahwano. We want everyone to be certain what we are discussing here.”
After a short introduction, Logan stepped forward, bowed at the female minotaur warrior, and made the group’s official request.
“We are on a mission of utmost importance and secrecy. It may decide the course of this Great War. We seek a few days' rest with your group, protection while here, information of the area and guidance to Rocevales Pass. The dragon will need to be hidden from prying eyes. None of our lives are as important as protecting the dragon until we reach our destination.”
“Make no mistake, harboring us is dangerous, indeed it may be fatal.” Lord de Trobliand added. “But we may succeed as well. And if we succeed then the Northerners will be doomed.”
Saragany paused only briefly after getting the translation. Her personal war against the Tassurian Empire had already been a death wish, one with very little chance of survival, much less success. The guerrilla leader felt that she had done well up to this point, but with more of her people being rescued as well as other individuals now under her care, the Roja’s responsibility to everyone had only grown more important. Was she willing to risk everyone’s lives for this shot at success?
Still this opportunity had fallen to her lap, and Sarangay of the Fales, Roja of the Minotaurs, would do anything for her people, which included working with humans and other past enemies. The minotaur leader scanned the humanoids in front of her, then cast a wary eye at the dragon before she finally turned back to Logan.
{I understand, and I accept the risk. I do have one favor to ask your party-to spare any minotaur slaves you come across, and hopefully set them free to join me. Can you do that?}
{We can.} The Normad Lord agreed before the translator had a chance to perform his job.
The minotaur leader nodded and made a bow of her own. {Good. Then I bid you all welcome to the Balcony Cave.}
Bruce Springsteen- No Surrender
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Minotaur
Gender Female
Size 1481 x 2488px
I feel this particular war involved a rather unprecedented degree of interspecies cooperation.
Yes, one of my story themes, which is that massive ideological confrontations usually lead to an assembly of alliances to revolve long-standing disputes, which also cause the situation to spin out of the control of any individual faction.
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