Chapter one: Thomas
A lone figure approached the Minotaur camp. There were fifty elven slaves, and twenty Minotaur guards. He intended to liberate them. He moved toward the first sentry. His gauntlets, and armored boots, were enchanted with speed, but even without them he was a formidable opponent. He drew his twin scimitars. A stick snapped. The sentry looked up. His eyes fell on a figure barreling toward him. Before he could raise the horn to his lips or draw his weapon the figure had ran him through. He tuned to the second sentry. This one blew his horn, but was cut off in mid blast, as the figure separated his head from his shoulders. The figure grinned. Now the fun began.
Kollan was a Minotaur commander who was, at that moment asleep in a tent not far from the violence. Suddenly his lieutenant burst in and woke him up.
"Sir we're under attack!"
"Wha-What the hell," He spluttered trying to shake the sleep out of his eyes. Then, "Report lieutenant, give me details."
"There's some sort of figure, or something, killing us, it moves so fast we can't seem to kill it, or even hit it for that matter. Its freed slaves, and killed ten of us already, and the slaves have strangled four."
"Damn." Kollan swore "Damn Damn Damn, get the rest together and form them up."
"Yes sir!" he shouted and ran off.
Thomas sliced open the throat of his eleventh Minotaur. He laughed. The remaining six Minotaurs had formed up back to back in a maneuver called the spinning hexagon. He plucked a bead from his necklace, and tossed it into their midst. Instantly the space became an inferno. The three Minotaurs nearest too the bead were instantly incinerated. Two more were burned horribly. They probably wouldn't live, much less fight. The grin widened.
Only Kollan and the lieutenant survived. The figure moved in toward the two remaining Minotaurs. The lieutenant screamed out a challenge, and charged him. It moved with blinding speed, as the beast-man swung his ax, he ducked, and with one scimitar gutted the Minotaur, and then flipped upwards, slicing the Minotaur's throat. It was all over in seconds. Kollan knew he couldn't win. The figure raised its bloody scimitars in a challenge. In return Kollan ran. His superiors need to know about this.
The Minotaur ran. Thomas knew he could easily catch him but he looked around for a way to save his legs the exertion. He was a heavy war pike. He picked it up took a small run and threw with all his might.
The last thing Kollan felt was the pike perforate his back and then a fuzzy feeling spread down his legs, his brain became muddled. Did he have legs? He couldn't feel them. His vision became blurred. He was so tired. He figured he would just lay here and sleep a little while. The corners of his vision became black, and the darkness spread until it engulfed his vision totally.
Thomas turned to the elves. Most were males, but with some females mixed in here and there. One came forward obviously the spokesman for the group. He was an elder druid. He cleared his throat as if uncertain what to say. "All here thank you from the bottom of our hearts." He said. But Thomas could tell he was holding something back. "You are the champion, are you not?"
"What do you mean old one?" Replied Thomas taken aback.
"You have the aura of nature around you, you are sent by the gods to liberate us. Are you not?"
"I don't know about liberation but I know that I need fighters to accompany me to the kingdom of Thorbardin. The dragonarmies are laying siege to them. There are two dragonarmies. One is keeping the legions of Thorbardin at bay, another is attacking the reserves. You must liberate others, while I seek out allies. I have already succeeded in securing two hundred of the finest giant warriors in the area. The legion of steel will aid us as well. But there are two more allies I must secure. Then the fight will begin.