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High on a mountain peak, among freezing clouds. Wind carried waves of fresh snow over the walls of the arena, pounding into its stone walls. Torches where lit with a strange blue fire that did not waiver to the natures onslaught. It shone like a beacon leading the warriors to their dire fate.
All was silent, slowly the first warrior approached, an ogre a kin to the mountains, seeming to have no trouble in the harsh climate. He reached for the massive stone doors of the arena, but before his was able to push on them with his massive hands. The door opened on its own will, a echoed voice, coming from what seemed to be the wind itself spoke. "Welcome Krusher MaceMaw, please make yourself comfortable."
Before him was a feast fit for an ogre king, he moved quickly filling his gut, placing his golden mace by his side. Taking his seat at the head of the table. Gnawing on meat he had hardly noticed the dwarf arrive, it wasn't till the voice spoke again, did he look up.
"Welcome Gustaff Viggost, please make yourself comfortable." said the voice, as a dwarf entered being carried by two burly dwarfs atop a great shield, his armour sparking against the magic lights, he bore only a War-axe but was the host of many a rune. The shield bearers brought the dwarf to a seat at the great table, he slowly came off and seated, as the other dwarfs sat on either side of him. They ate first, and drank first, when it was established that the food was fit and free of poison, the dwarf lord, began to feast.
"Welcome Itza-gana Hurtz, please make yourself comfortable." the voice spoke again shortly after the dwarfs arrival. One mighty Saurus oldblood entered, decked in thick hides and a nasty sword made from bone and stone. He hissed looking at the warm bloods as he entered, his green scarred face turned to the table at the scent of fresh red meat, he moved there and began devouring, his eyes never turning from his foes.
Suddenly, a sound from above the group caused them to look upwards; as it sounded as though the winds where coming down upon them. Indeed that was the case as the downdrafts from the terradon, bellowed a cruel wind on their feast.
"Welcome Po'tsn Pa'nz, please make yourself comfortable." spoke the odd voice again, the terradon landed then, and settled in the corner gnawing on a large beast that seemed to appear there. From its back came its rider a small brown skink, wearing armour and a scale shield, on his belt a cruel dagger could be spotted. He sat near his mount and the saurus but keeping a bit of distance from the latter.
No sooner had he settled then the voice sounded again, "Welcome Twinklin' Liddlestar, please make yourself comfortable." A massive orc with face paint and glittering scale mail entered, from his belt a pair of thin massive blades. He looked around eyeing the dwarf, making sure to sit opposite him, rage swelled in him but his exhaustion quelled it, and he sat feasting.
After a while, the door opened one last time, "Welcome Lord de Cochon, please make yourself comfortable." On a beautiful, though tired looking horse a knight as wide as he was tall entered wearing the most magnificent armour, and carrying nothing more then a warhammer. He dismounted, shortly after he removed his helmet, and gave a look of disdain to all his foes. Then sat and ate like the rest.
The voice spoke again. "You shall eat and rest tonight, tomorrow three shall die, and three shall live like kings for another day." Rooms were revealed for the contestants and they all did what the voice told, as tomorrow would indeed be a good day to die.
[ 2 ]..Itza-gana Hurtz Saurus Oldblood
[ 2 ]..Twinklin' Liddlestar Savage Orc Warboss
[ 3 ]..Po'tsn Pa'nz Skink Chief
[ 1 ]..Gustaff Viggost Dwarf Lord
[ 2 ]..Krusher MaceMaw Ogre Tyrant
[ 2 ]..Lord de Cochon Bretonnian Lord
