Minotaur
Minotaurs are some of the largest and strongest race of all Covent. Standing ten-feet tall, countless have fallen in the warpath of a raging Minotaur. Minos are steaming, charging wrecking machines who wield weapons the size of trees. Worse, Minotaur skin is as thick as hard leather and difficult to pierce, but by enchanted blades. Minotaur are strong enough to rip through a charge of heavy cavalry.
Doljinaar lost thousands of soldiers trying to drive Minotaurs from the West during the Mino Wars. Though, Doljinaar managed to push Minos off mainland Sylvane, the Minotaur took refuge on the island of Kildore. Only the bravest and most foolhardy poachers still attempt to hunt Mino horns and hides. A few are stupid enough like, the Slavelords of the Black Ring, to try and bring these behemoths back alive for sale in the gladiator games.
The old Minotaur lands were known as Garrlohan and have been abandoned. Just when the old mino lands were about to fall to the forces of Doljinaar, Xzoron cursed the land with his dying breath and the dead rose up. The Ruins of Garrlohan are now a haunt stalked by the dead of both Men, Minotaurs and any who dare trespass into its dreaded keep.
