[center][color=9e0b0f][h2]Dagor Weirdeye[/h2][/color][/center]

Dagor had spend the last few months put in chains at the back of a slave cart. The slave traders heard that he was a practitioner of dark and wretched sorcery but they also were completely sure that any magician had to use his hands to cast spells. They were not completely wrong, it was actually the smartest thing they did. But Dagor was just waiting, like a wolf trails a herd of deer for the right time to strike. 

[color=fff79a]"Hey Beast. This is our last stop. If we don't sell you here your chances are grim."[/color], the slaver spat at the mongrel, [color=fff79a]"If you ask me we should have killed you immediately, throw you overboard or feed you to the dogs. Your kind brings disease and bad luck!"[/color]
The Markothi kicked the captured Mongrel. Dagor made no sound, he was used to much worse things. [color=fff79a]"Perhaps I should kill you before the Boss is back? Nobody wants to buy you!"[/color], he punched Dagor in the face and squatted down to look the beastmen in the face. The last failure of the Markothi slaver. 

Dagor smiled, he was malnourished and exhausted but now he had the upper hand. His right eye opened, red in the colour of blood. The man was in his trap, his reality was now a mere illusion. The slaver slowly pulled the keys out of his trousers and opened the chains of the mongrel shaman. With a wolfish grin, which showed Dagors needle sharp teeth, the shaman threw himself at the still enthralled slaver and put his teeth around his throat. He needed no more magic to kill this man, fangs, hoof and claw did the rest. 
After a small meal of the nose and throat of the man it was time for the shaman to get his staff and leave as fast as possible. Consuming humans was considered a ritualistic act by the Mongrel of the Longhorntribe. Even Though many every man and his wife told stories how mongrels eat babies and consume whole families, eating humans was in some tribes even a taboo and only some did it regularly. Dagor did it only because he was hungry and because nobody hits a mongrel and lives. 

So Dagor found himself in a bit of a distance of the inner city. He had never really seen a city, the stone houses looked foreign to him and he was guessing he should hide. He wanted to find the arena but he had no idea what an arena looked like. The population of the town would probably not be happy to see a mongrel so he decided to hide in the first dark alleyway he could see. Dagors nose could smell fish and the sea, a very unfamiliar smell for the shaman. [color=6ecff6]"By the guardians light what are you?"[/color], the voice of a teenage boy made Dagor turn around. The boy was paralysed with fear, having most likely never seen a non human outside the arena. [color=6ecff6]"A... Are... Are you a gladiator?"[/color]
Dagor smiled again, the boy took a step back. [color=9e0b0f]"Yes, yes I am. Where do I have to go? To fight?"[/color], his voice butchered the language but the boy seemed to understand. [color=6ecff6]"Ho..Hous...House Valens."[/color], he pointed to a big building south down the road. Dagor grinned and left. He now simply walked through the town to his destination, several people ran away and some closed the doors but strangely enough they did not react as hostile as he imagined. 

After a bit of walking he arrived at the gate to the manor. The guard was clearly surprised and shocked to see a mongrel who just said, [color=9e0b0f]"Me Gladiator. I want to fight."[/color] But nevertheless left him through. Dagor arrived at the courtyard thin and with a bit of blood on his clothes. A group of humans was already there. They all seemed strange to him, they also all seemed soft. He was fletching his teeth when he got nearer to them, his hooves on the stone floor announcing his entrance.