Where most brayherds are ruled by the cunning of a Beastlord, the minotaur warherds are ruled by the sheer mass of their bulls. A minotaur is a mountain of muscle and appetite crowned with a bull's head and blind fury, and a herd built around them is a simpler and worse kind of terror — less an army than a hunger with horns. At its head stands a Doombull, greatest and most murderous of the breed, who rules as the minotaurs understand rule: through the promise of what he will do to anything that defies him.
Among the bull-horned there is no order but the pecking order, and the pecking order is settled in blood. A minotaur that hungers takes; one that is challenged answers with its horns; and the Doombull holds the top of the heap only so long as no rival can drag it down. This makes the warherd nearly impossible to command and appallingly easy to point, for the bulls heed no signal, following instead the smell of fresh slaughter on the wind.
In battle they fall into the bloodgreed, a red frenzy in which a feeding minotaur will halt mid-charge to gorge on the fallen, friend or foe alike. Even allied herds keep their distance once the bulls begin to feed, for a beastman who strays too near a gorging minotaur is simply more meat.
Beastmen Brayherds
Order of battle
The Minotaur Warherds field the units of the Beastmen Brayherds — a detachment from the roster:
Kindred formations
Other Beastmen Brayherds formations
Centigor WildherdsSwift-running herds of centigors that range far beyond the deep woods, overrunning waystations, toll bridges, and merchant caravans on the old forest roads. They strike drunk, fast, and laughing, and are gone before the dust settles. Where slower herds besiege, the wildherds simply arrive, ruin, and ride on.
Gor HerdsThe great mass of the brayherds — warbands of gors and ungors ruled by whichever chieftain carries the biggest horns and the bloodiest reputation. They are the herds that shadow the Empire's roads and forest villages, striking at dusk and melting away before the militia can muster. Every other terror of the dark woods gathers around their braying core.