I learned that the leader of the Giants went by Dagon and he told me to expect some visitors soon and though unwelcome among men he warned I must listen to them. It was but 3 days later that we saw a line moving from the valley below us and heard the bellows that we realized we were being followed and tracked by a group not a group but an army of Minotaurs. Fear and panic arose and many started to lose hope as we readied ourselves for what we thought would be the death of us all for they were the Black Scourge. The only Union of all the Minotaur tribes as a great destructive War Machine. And so on the plains we met them. Stoic, grim face, and shaking. Each of us silently determined to try and live another day for our women and children against all odds. The odds we found would forever be in our favor as the battle commenced if we could call it that.
