To the death

The Pit

Tarmen walked into the arena that stood atop The Pit looking at the crowd gathered. A huge difference from the gamblers, cut-throats and rabble that made up the other crowds he had performed in front of in the lower levels. He could almost smell the money and power.

He had gambled all his earnings into this one fight. If he emerged the victor he would be have more gold tha he had ever seen in his life. Most of his opponents were already in the arena.

Most were clearly desert folk. Put fighters and duelists from the Ozainae desert judging by their attire, weapons and features, including a tall brute in black robes carrying a huge two hand tulwar that looked capable of cleaving a man from hip to shoulder blade in one swing. Others were clearly foreign like him.

A tall, dark skinned woman with soulless, green eyes, an oval face and puffy lips stood to his left. She has shiny, black hair, wears white fashionable clothes. She is carrying a belt full of knives and daggers across her chest. He had never seen anyone like her before.

Another tall and willowy, ruddy skinned woman with hazel eyes, a straight nose and bald, in brown leather armour sits against the walls in the sand. She is holding a spear across her knees. She reminds you of those from the Odsier Plains.

A tall and muscular, pale skinned man with blonde hair, immediately reminds you of Ekero, with brown eyes, a big nose and bared chested is waving his arms trying to get the crowd engaged. He holds aloft two small hand axes. His chest and back are covered in scars marking him as a once slave.