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Hammer Lords
Greatest of the Wand'ring Herds
the very Bellow of the Plains,
Brothers, ye who guard our calves,
our Elders and the Shaman's Staves...
Venture ye not far away,
though 'ventures call ye surely hear,
may your Hammers remain dull,
and battle spare your handsome ears.
-- Song of the Hammer Lords, from Tales of Yorn
Striding mightily on their weathered hooves, the great Hammer Lords of the Minotaur were the greatest champions of their race. The title could only be bestowed upon fraternal twins, continuing the tradition of the original Hammer Lords, Hooven and Harren. As twins run in Minotaur families, it was hoped that the Blood of the Hammer Lords would flow ever more mighty and prosperous throughout the great herds. And so it was, for a time. For both Hooven and Harren sired many twin sons to many a fertile minotaur lass. But their sons, and the sons of their sons, and the sons of their sons sons and so forth (the Minotaur Tongue, which has no specific words for the passing of time or even numbers, and has a hard time describing lineages) were also born with a wandering spirit.
The Hammer Lords would stand watch over their herds for seven generations:
The Line of Haul and Gaul
- Hooven and Harren
- Yonder and Yither, sons of Harren
- Kelther and Belther, sons of Yonder The Slayer of Kings.
- Mirr and Marr, sons of Kelther
- Borr and Gorr, sons of Marr, known throughout the Shield as "The Third and Fourth Legs of Mightiness" (Shaman claim that it was actually their birth that brought about The Sundering)
- Hogg and Gogg, sons of Gorr
- Haul and Gaul, sons of Hogg and Last of the Hammer Lords
Haul and Gaul are known to history as the last of the Line of Hammer Lords, for it was Haul, an old bull of 77 though he had become, who would see the mighty line eradicated during the Hammer Wars in the time of The Sundering. His great lust for battle was never quenched after his brother's death at the Great Battle of Great Unificationess, his weariness of his lonely existence fueling his savage blood, causing his great hooves to stomp ever onward in search of conflict. In his great despair he strayed from the herd, siring no more sons to bear his title, until the end of his days.
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