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[color=orange][h2][b]Outside The Arena, Alvion[/b][/h2][/color]

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It was a gloomy morning, this early on most Alvonians weren't crowding the arena to watch fights, mainly because most of them were hungover from the leaving party the previous night. Cicero was there though, showing up 20 mins early as any disciplined knight of the kingdom would. Very curious about what would be happening next. 

It only took about 10 mins for another man to show up, he was shorter and smaller than Cicero himself but his beserker furs revealed a very strong physique scarred skin covering solid muscle. His eyes were a soft glow of red and he walked with a violent confidence. This person was [b]Rakkath[/b] A Demonfolk Beserker from Naveroth. He had gotten a letter telling him that he would be paid 10,000 gold pieces if he could win a tournament at the arena...also at noon.

Then after a few seconds of curious glances by the two men at each other, a third person arrived. Heavily cloaked in black robes and holding a twisted wood staff.

[i][color=black]Go inside and sign up for the Skirmishers gauntlet, that's the only way you'll get any answers...either of you.[/color][/i]

And like that the cloaked figure had vanished, it was up to the two men what they were going to do next, [b]do as they were told? Or do something else?[/b]



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