They did? Where? O.oUnearthed Arcana: Waterborne Adventures
I grew up reading Dragonlance books. The minotaurs in this setting are basically Dragonlance minotaurs if they worshiped a power demon and worked as mercenaries for both sides of a dragonborn cold war.
If you ever find it in an old book sale or anything, Dragonlance Tales Vol 2 has a short story called "Definitions of Honor" about a Knight and a Minotaur that is just awesome. Lot of really good short stories in that book actually.
. There's also an Eberron
one. Both official WotC material.
And I hear ya. "Dragons of Autumn Twilight" basicallyh ushered me into fantasy. Well, that and Conan...
"Princess" Ruby Bronzebarr
Ruby is best known around town as one of the local barmaids. Always quick with hte ale and a bit of gossip, she's also gained some note for her skill around a lute. And as a few less-than gentlemen could tell you, the dwarven girl is not one to pinch, pat, or slobber at, if you like your ribs in their current order.
But she's also known for something else; there's no mistaking the poise or the accent, even if you ignored the rumors, or were unaware of the baffled stares from other dwarves. The truth is, Ruby is noble-born... of a sort. Her father is Hormund, the first heir of the Bronzebarr family, with a long list of honorary titles. His wife, Ylda is herself a lesser cousin of the queen. And Ruby's mother
, Vinna Dagnabb, was a mule driver in a lumber camp. So when a messenger came to the estate, bearing both news of Vinna's death and a babe still in swaddling, things got awkward, and in a hurry. It's a good thing Hormund and Ylda had already had three sons, otherwise her oath to never share a bed with him again would have been the family's doom!
Ruby doesn't rmember whatever time she spent in her birth mother's arms. She grew yo knowing Ylda as mama, her three brothers as rightful terrors, friends, and noogie-deliverers, and was the apple of her fathers' eye. Oh, he spoiled her rotten! Ylda for her part was no "wicked stemother," but was always cool and aloof to the girl. And perhaps it was the strain of her muleskinner mother's heritage, or her fathers' spoling, but Ruby fashioned herself the little empress around the house Granted this led to more than a few spankings when she decided she was entitled ot give orders to the seneschal or her brothers.
She had this illusion town away when she was a young teenager. her youngest brothers, Yvells patiently informed her that he knew she was betrothed. Oh, it had all been worked out by Ylda (as mistress of hte house, it was her duty, after all.) In a huff, Ruby demanded
an explanation from the woman she saw as mother.
Well, one does not make demands
of Ylda Bronzebarr née
Erigern! Very patiently, she sat the girl down and brgain plaiting her hair - the ginger o different from the coal-black of her own or her three sons - and explained hat Ruby was an interloper, a bastard-born, her mother was murdered by a tree, she had ruined a happy marriage, and that she was being traded off to the son of a minor house - a Korm acolyte with a good name and a bad personality - in order to advance. "Nothing personal. It's politics. Besides, he'll warm to you."
Did I mention that this was awkward?
Well, that was pretty much the onset of what passes for a dwarf teenager's "rebellion" stage. Ruby's antics and attitude grew so sullen and antagonistic that even her father had to shout at her until she would halt an argument or stop doing something embarrassing. Like sneaking off with that elf boy! Why, if Yvells hadn't walked in on... that
! Well! of course a great deal of this was Ruby trying to break off the betrothal. Morim Thunderbeard was a fairly dull and uninteresting boy; all tradition, all about his father, with all the ambition of a spawned salmon. But he was persistent, and the betrothal went on... ll the way to the altar, in fact.
It was a simple move to heave Morim into the officiating priest when he took her arm, and shout a strong of... rather unforgettable things at those gathered - especially her mother and father. And about Korm. And his dick that didn't measure up to an elf's. And how she would know because... Well, she got a little carried away at the altar, let's say.
It's a good thing she had planned ahead, packed, and her furious stomping-off from the shocked assembly made the sudden "Oh shit what did I just do?!" realization a little easier to bear. With a little silver and a little charm though, she's worked her way towards lands away from her past, or so she thinks. Happy to see the world, or to hear about it from other travelers, she plies beers and spirits at the alehouse, waiting for the opportunity to just strike out on something worthy! 'Cause gods know, she didn't leave a staid and dragging existence behind, just to get pinched by drunks all night.
Race: Dwarf. Unsure of subrace.
Class: Fighter or Rogue
Background: Noble, entertainer, or some mix of the two.
Measurements: Short and Stout, these are her handles, she hasn't got a spout, ya happy?