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Basically the story is that marauders from the north have been capturing anyone they find and have been putting them into The Fagenskap Arena for amusement. Basically whoever you play is a captive and is forced to fight in the arena.

Sorry for the really late reply for this but yeah I just want to rp, y' know?))

When they found Seth he was really bored so he went with it, he pretended to be weaker then them and let them capture him. He soon found himself thrown in an arena, with out his weapons or armor. He had done a few fights with out the use of his claws and tail and was waiting for them to let him out again for a fight. Seth was soon a "favorite" of theirs.

A blond haired boy sat in a rusty cage located in one of the many tunnels that the arena held, the cold drifting through the thin blanket he wore. They had captured him last year and he had refused to fight resulting in whippings and starvation. the boy clutched his stomach in pain and raised his voice loud enough for the game keeper to hear down the hall. "Ok, ok! I'll fight, just let me have some food. Please." He begged, his voice cracking from dehydration. The boy was no older then seven and you could see his ribs almost clearly through his skin.

The boy was answered by a single laugh, minutes later the boy was stuffing his face with food. "I knew you would come around David!" The game master cheered, clapping David on the shoulder.

(Hello??)

(Oh ok!)

Soon enough the day came where the idea of teams were introduced and all of the gladiators were led to the arena to be paired up into teams of three. The Game Master, Seltor, smiled, playing with his wealth, golden necklaces and his diamond encrusted robes... "Your teams will be picked.."


A while past before Seltor finished the second to last team, leaving three in the wake... David, Seth, and Bjolnorf. A young boy, a strange thing, and a viking from another part of the North...

"Well that's settled, your first team matches will be tomorrow", Seltor said with a smile. Each team was led to a room and locked inside, however a feast laid inside and three items left for each. A dagger that was about a blade made of strange crystal marked "David", a huge ball that transformed into a large, spiked, scythe marked "Seth". And a battle axe made of Mithril marked "Bjolnorf"

(Sorry for the really late reply, I almost completely forgot about this site)

The "strange thing" laughed at being called such, "I wouldn't expect them to know my kind anyways." Looking around the room Seth quickly found the strange ball and began learning how it worked. "A rather interesting item I must say," he said in an amused tone.
((it's fine, if you hadnt answered today i was going to post again))

Bjolnorf looked troubled, but took up the battle axe. "Who.. or what do you think we'll be fighting tomorrow?", Bjolnorf asked out to his team, twirling and admiring his new toy in his hands.

"I'd rather fight men then some beasts from a demon world or something.. Especially not a dragon, I'm sick of those, it's the entire reason I left my Clan..", Bjolnorf said, groaning.

Shivan was asleep when they came. Considering she was no longer in the snow and mountains, she stuck out like a sore thumb. A Snow Elf, a rare species outside their frozen sanctuaries. She put up a fight, but was captured in her night clothes. Her sword would be all she had, they left her black leather armor.

(Go ahead without me)

Seth, having learned some what on how the ball work, would grab a chunk of meat and devour it. it would be a while before he returned to the table for more food. Seth immersed himself in learning his newest toy, he wanted to have fun.

The Game Master brought out the four teams made out of their captives, showing Shivan the four. "Choose your team", Seltor (the Game Master) said with a smile.

He pointed them out.

Team 1 consisted of a minotaur, a vicious brute he was. A dark elf, who smiled at Shivan and licked his lips, making a hand motion which in elvish was very rude. And a shadowy mage, who was playing with his staff.

Team 2 consisted of an orc shaman, a cocky looking human paladin, and a skeletal beast man.

Team 3 consisted of a demon, a petty street thief, and a felblood (Elementals who take the shape of men made of green flame).

Team 4 consisted of Seth and Bjolnorf, their third teammate seemed to be missing. The two looked pretty much like a bored demon and an old and wise viking.

"Ah crap... I'll take.. Team one?" She replied, shrugging. She could hide behind the Minotaur at least.

Seltor smiled, "Okay then.. sparing time, for five minutes", he yelled out to the teams. People picked partners at random, and Bjolnorf approached the minotaur.

The Dark Elf seemed drawn to Shivian and approached her with a smile, drawing two scimitars. "Shall we duel?", he asked.

To the right of them Bjolnorf was dodging and parrying with the minotaur, managing to dig his axe into the minotaur's legs, causing it to collapse. Bjolnorf won like this for the rest of the sparring time. However the minotaur did land blows with his gigantic hammer, and they did deal damage, yet Bjolnorf was faster yet still strong, maybe even equally as strong, setting him at an advantage point.

In the corner a duel between the paladin and the felblood was going on. The paladin's armor held strong against the felblood's blasts of flame yet it pushed the paladin back, having himself trapped in the corner.

The heat built up and the paladin's armor became an oven, he started burning but managed to push against the flame with sheer will and charged the felblood, swiping at it with his hammer. The felblood was hit and rolled over on the ground, dissipating into a cloud of flames.

The felblood reappeared behind the paladin and kicked him in the spine, burning the armor and producing a physical shockwave, nearly breaking the paladins spine.

"Break it up!", yelled one of the guards, dragging the paladin towards the infirmary.

Seth laughed seeing no one wanted to fight him. He was intending to but into the fight with the felblood and paladin when the sparring was called off. "Guess they don't want to lose anyone here," he would mutter, "t'is a shame. I hate paladins."