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[Realmfighter]

theres already eight.

[Jetsquirrel]

wait hwat? there stood 3 free places morning

ah set me up in a waiting list

[Rashilul]

Reason for coming to the arena: She got kidnapped after someone offered her catnip.

A caravan slowly rolls into town, behind it walk several strange creatures with the bodies and faces of human, but with the tails and ears of cats. As the caravan progresses through town, a mob is formed around the caravan. They jeer and throw rocks at the heathen abominations, knocking one of them unconscious.

You wake up in a dark cell, you see a sword, shield, and armor lying next to you. To your right, in another cell, you can see an elf. In the distance you can hear the sounds of battle and cheers from a crowd.

Reason for coming to the arena: Money and power.

You arrive in town. Striding forwards, you hear the sound of a mob, but you pay it no heed, today you have important work to do, for money, power, and especially rum. As you stand outside of the arena, a rich man comes out to meet you. As you inquire about the position, his face suddenly brightens up, "We've had nobody but those accursed cat people for months now," He mumbles

You enter a waiting room of sorts and decide to read up on magic.

Minor Collapse:
Collapses point into a slightly smaller point.

You feel smarter already!

Reason for coming to the arena: Bored, why not?

You are so bored. Life at the mage academy was so boring. You were so absolutely bored, that you managed to roll five 1's in a row and managed to summon the eldritch horror Pchuchlu. Man, it took them all day to send it back. Unfortunately, you were effectively sentenced to death in that country and all of its allies. Fortunately, you managed to escape and make it to one of its enemies, one where they have never even heard of you.

As you walk into the arena, a weak man comes out to meet you. As you inquire about the position, his face suddenly brightens up, "We've had nobody but those accursed gladiators for months now," He mumbles

You enter a boring little waiting room of sorts. You see another mage there, but ignore him and decide to read up on your favorite spell.

Teleport Otherworldy Creature:
Teleports a creature from a different dimension. Creature will most likely attack the first thing it sees.
Costs one turn to cast, creature is teleported on the next turn.

Man, you love that spell.

Reason for coming to the arena: Because he likes to pincushion guys up and stuff.

YOU ARE JYRVUS THE FNORD! YOU HAVE COME TO THE ARENA TO PINCUSHION GUYS UP AND STUFF! AS YOU RUN THROUGH TOWN, YOU KNOCK SEVERAL PEOPLE OVER! YOU RUN TO THE ARENA DOOR AND POLITELY KNOCK! IT IS NOT GOOD TO MAKE A BAD IMPRESSION, YOUR MOTHER ALWAYS SAID! AS YOU BEGIN TO GET ANGRY, A TALL MAN ANSWERS THE DOOR! AS YOU INQUIRE ABOUT THE POSITION, HIS FACE SUDDENLY BRIGHTENS UP, "We've had nobody but those accursed shorties for months now," He mumbles

YOU ENTER A CRAMPED WAITING ROOM THAT HAS TWO PEOPLE IN IT! IT IS SO SMALL!!!!

Reason for coming to the arena: To show people that Heart isn't actually useless.

You are the young man Thurgis. Your fathers name was Ma-Ti and your mothers name was tavern wench. When you were just 8 years old, her pimp sent you away to a boarding school, apparently using your mothers share of the money to pay for it. Thurgis always did well in class, topping all the other students. When he was 13 years old, the school found out he had latent magical abilities, and sent him off to Butthairs, school of witchcraft and wizardry, free of charge. After he made his choice, heart, it made the whole school go into an uproar of laughter, even stupiddorf, the head of the school, couldn't help it. But now he show them, oh yes, he would show them all now!

You arrive in town and see a caravan of slaves, while a normal heart mage would help them out, you throw a beating heart at them instead, knocking a young girl out, one of those abominations.

As you enter the arena, a goth kid comes out to meet you. You throw a beating heart at him and walk off towards the fighting area, where several bars stop you. Looking around, you see three men waiting. You decide to sit in the darkest corner and read your book of heart

Summon Beating Heart:
Summon a beating heart that can be thrown, hit with, or used to scare your friends!

You love that spell and everything about it. You think that's the best spell in the entire book.

Reason for coming to the arena: To hone his skill

You are Diakron of the house Raas. It is quite hard for people to assume your country of origin based on your families name, so they mostly just think that a mysterious and skillful man such as you must be from the far south, where the warrior monks live. Of course, you don't care about any of that, all you care about is training and honing your skills with a blade, which is why you have come to this arena.

As you enter the arena, a disciplined man walks up. As you inquire about the position, his face suddenly brightens up, "We've had nobody but those bloody weak ones for months now," He mumbles

When you enter the waiting room you are hardly noticed. Just another man come to seek his fortune.

Reason for coming to the arena: Mastery of Storms

You are the dark elf Maetruies. You have been gifted with the magic powers of lightning by the Powers that Be, and have come to one of these strange human "arenas" to master your skill. Upon entering the town you are greeted by a sudden hushed silence. Mothers pull their children indoors, merchants get out of the streets, a mob surrounding a slave caravan disperses.

When you enter the arena, a blind man meets you. As you inquire about the position, his face suddenly brightens up, "We've had nobody but those accursed space and heart mages for months now," He mumbles

You enter a small room. All eyes suddenly look up at you, then quickly look away, glancing back every now and then. When you see all the spell books, you suddenly get jealous, as you have forgotten yours. Good thing you memorized the spell (2)Small Jolt Upon Polite Gesture Involving Grabbing Somebodies Hand

You get so many laughs out of that one.

Reason for coming to the arena: captured/bought/forced to

You are the delightful wood elf Kyeti. All your life you have lived in the border forests, singing, dancing, making merry, until that one fateful day when you saw something that turned your insides out. Loggers. THEY WERE MURDERING INNOCENT TREES AND BURNING THEIR LIMBS! There was nothing you could do other than charge in, mace raised, and attack. You managed to give one of them a splinter before being knocked out by an angry logger with an arm of a dead tree. The next thing you knew you were in a cage, being transported as a slave to an arena. After the two week long trip, they tied you up and threw you in a dungeon. That was two days ago.

You are sitting up in a dark cell. To your left, blocked by bars, you can see a cell with one of those beautiful 90%man-10%animal women. Ahhh, how you would love to be one of those. To your right you see some elf made weapons. On your body you see THE SKIN OF A DEAD ANIMAL! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

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The door to the fighting area opens with a loud screeching noise. Frederick III, Dragnar, Jyrvus, Thurgis, Diakron, and Maetruies enter from the west side. Six slaves, all gladiators with maces and cloth armor, enter from the east side. The crowd cheers and the slaves charge.

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The two gates open and Kyeti and M.Y.Tootie are released. On the other side of the arena they see four foul looking kobolds, a bow user with a shortbow, two gladiators with daggers, and a swordsmaster with a shortsword.

Tell me if I missed anything.

[Nirur Torir]

Your writing style amuses me.

I cast minor collapse on the area roughly where a spleen should probably be on the gladiator two men from the right. My right, not his right.

[dragnar]

I cast teleport otherworldly creature, targeted behind the slaves.

[Jervous]

START FIRING MY BOW AT THE SLAVES AND STUFF!!

[Rashilul]

START FIRING MY BOW AT THE WALLS OF THE WAITING ROOM FOR FUN AND STUFF!!

The door to the fighting area opens with a loud screeching noise. Frederick III, Dragnar, Jyrvus, Thurgis, Diakron, and Maetruies enter from the west side. Six slaves, all gladiators with maces and cloth armor, enter from the east side. The crowd cheers and the slaves charge.

It would probably be better to shoot at the approaching gladiators.

[Jervous]

I thought I was in the waiting room?

[Realmfighter]

Protect the elf

[Apostolic Nihilist]

Attempt to summon a beating heart inside someone. Anyone.

[Rashilul]

Protect the Nord from the enemy archer with my shield.
Assuming, of course he inst a cat hating racist bastard.

The two gates open and Kyeti and M.Y.Tootie are released. On the other side of the arena they see four foul looking kobolds, a bow user with a shortbow, two gladiators with daggers, and a swordsmaster with a shortsword.

You and Kyeti are both slaves and are in a different battle.

I gotta get better at explaining.

[Realmfighter]

The two gates open and Kyeti and M.Y.Tootie are released. On the other side of the arena they see four foul looking kobolds, a bow user with a shortbow, two gladiators with daggers, and a swordsmaster with a shortsword.

Wait, we are both alone?

[Rashilul]

You and Kyeti the elf are fighting four kobolds together. Don't worry, they're just kobolds.

so, i'm fighting four kobolds, and he's fighting the assorted weapons users? or are we fighting four kobolds with various weapon skills together?

The latter.

[Realmfighter]

so, i'm fighting four kobolds, and he's fighting the assorted weapons users? or are we fighting four kobolds with various weapon skills together?

[Nirur Torir]

The two gates open and Kyeti and M.Y.Tootie are released. On the other side of the arena they see four foul looking kobolds: a bow user with a shortbow, two gladiators with daggers, and a swordsmaster with a shortsword.

Fixed?