Hellfire Spectacle

In the burning hellscape of Kravak, ravenous cheers rumble in concert with volcanoes. The source of this howling fervour is the Kilngaol, a mighty fortress that is part prison, and part stadium. Throngs of sadistic fiends fill the stands, eagerly salivating for the next brutal affair that will stain the stones and indulge their lust for pain. There is no greater blood sport than the Hellfire Spectacle. Each game is more deadly than the last and no two events are the same. The only consistent truth in the Kilngaol is that every shade will inevitably meet a merciless end.

Razgar, Warden of the Kilngaol, is the lord of the Hellfire Spectacle. He serves as the chief organiser, promoter, and presenter of the event, as well as occasionally acting as a participant. It is with pride that he ensures each contest satiates the bloodlust of the crowd. If an event appears to be underperforming and failing to evoke sufficient murderous glee from the spectators, he has no qualms with manipulating the outcome. New monsters will be unleashed, hidden traps will whirr into action, and sometimes a random spectator will be flung into the chaos. A successful show is imperative to Razgar's reputation; if too many games are deemed dull, others will seek to usurp his position.

For the condemned souls of Kravak, they can only hope to survive the Hellfire Spectacle. Survival is always possible, though it is often difficult as many of the events do not end until only one shade remains. The others will meet a grisly demise: immolation, decapitation, desiccation, pulverisation, or some other terrible fate. However, it is not only damned souls who compete in the games. Outsiders are more than welcome to join the festivities. Many contracts brokered by Razgar and his servants revolve around the Hellfire Spectacle, as mortals are lured into competing by promises of unimaginable wealth and fiendish favours. The price of failure is dire. Anyone who perishes in the perilous gauntlet will be condemned to Kravak for eternity.

In spite of his innate malevolence, Razgar will not insult the honour of the games by making triumph impossible. The Warden of the Kilngaol styles himself as a chivalrous knight and, in his twisted perception of righteousness, believes that a contest is only worthwhile if it is fair. However, the odds are still heavily stacked against the competitors. Only the strongest, wiliest, and most tenacious of souls can withstand the tide and become champion of the Kilngaol, and any who fall short will be granted no mercy.

Razgar has become incredibly wealthy thanks to the Hellfire Spectacle. Fiends from across Sarundel travel to the Kilngaol to gamble on the outcome of events and most will not find themselves lucky. Some sources suggest that Razgar is amongst the wealthiest individuals in all of Baelonmor, courtesy to the lost bets placed over aeons of competition. It is also thanks to this wealth that he is able to entice so many outsiders to compete in the games. Whilst the Devils delight in watching the condemned souls slaughtered in brutal fashion, there is little more appealing than seeing the lofty ambitions of naïve mortals dashed across the arena floor.