The Minotaur territory stood apart from all others, perched atop sheer cliffs that overlooked the land like a city carved into the sky. At first glance it might have seemed a grand, imposing capital, but most players eventually learned the truth: the Minotaurs had chosen this lofty refuge not out of glory but necessity. They had fled here to escape their ancient rivals, the Centaurs.
Of course, no Minotaur would ever admit to such fear. For a race once hailed as the Children of the Earth, being forced to abandon the ground and live among the clouds was a wound to their pride that never fully healed.
Even after joining the Dark Horde and, with Orcish aid, exterminating the nearby Centaur tribes, the Minotaurs kept this elevated fortress as their capital. To outsiders it was majestic, but to the Minotaurs themselves it remained a scar—an enduring reminder of humiliation, meant to keep future generations from forgetting. It was in this very sky-borne city that Ryan now found himself.
