Torodor

"They created a monster, and will reap what they've sown." -Ares You find yourself deep within a maze of fire and ash, the acrid smell of sulfur almost impossible to bear as it swarms your lungs. You weave in vain, stumbling blindly down the myriad paths when any semblance of hope within you suddenly wafts away. Dead end. Digging into the reserves of your strength you turn with the intention of backtracking through the haze when you're pierced by a set of burning eyes just ahead. Despite the heat, chills wrack your spine as a bestial exhale spirals the smoke as something scrapes against the stone floor in a rhythmic pattern. A mile-long moment passes before the jagged horns of Torodor, the Undying Bull, pierce through the fog. Your fate is sealed. It is unknown how the infernal minotaur originally came to defend the maze surrounding the Nightmare Council's primary lair, only that it was not of his own volition. Many speculate that he sold his soul for some nefarious purpose, while others believe he was fashioned by demons for the sheer thrill of controlling another tortured soul. Whenever any of Tya's other factions mustered the resolve to strike at the heart of the Nightmare Council, Torodor was the first line of defense, and the last thing his enemies saw before their eyes closed forever. But the Undying Bull was far from content with his role as a guardian… For centuries he roamed the maze, his rage building with every goring he'd administer. Though a sleepless agent of death, he still dreamt of the one thing he prized above all: Freedom. The overseers of the Nightmare Council paid little mind as he'd ram his horns into the same spots on the walls of the maze, attributing his behavior to madness while deriving glee from the self-inflicted punishment. Little did they know he was merely biding his time. One fateful night, Torodor drove through the walls he'd been weakening all those years, charging in a straight line through one after another until he was finally free. The Council realized far too late that their prized guardian had escaped, and was now hell-bent on revenge. The Undying Bull is free of his shackles, and will not rest until those who put him in the maze are hanging from his horns.