A short story about minotaurs, goblins, worgs, orcs, a giant ice dragon, and other magnificent beasts.
I followed the trail past the two minotaurs to the base of the mountain, where a large group of creatures were dressing in armor, sharpening swords and spears, eating meals cooked on large black pots overhanging campfires. Others prepared for battle. I continued along the trail drawing looks from all manner of beastly soldiers; minotaurs, goblins, worgs, orcs, even a giant ice dragon rested against the base of the mountain's freezing exterior.
A deep, commanding voice demanded. "Where is the man?"