Erayax Horde hold a famously brutal Gladitoral Games in Aringale to delight of the Erayax horde crowd - 1257

Military: Skirmish

The Erayax horde hold their annually gladitorial games in Aringale

An unknown gladitoral slaves perspective

The sound of your cell gate swinging open awakes you from your uncomfortable slumber. As your eyes struggle to adjust to the light, you and your fellow combatants are herded into the courtyard of the Gladiators barracks. “Today is the day! On this day through life or death you may earn your freedom. Today you have the great honour to fight for the entertainment of the Erayax Horde” the barrack commander bellows amongst the commotion. You join a rough column and begin shuffling towards the tunnel between the barracks and the great arena, struggling against the manacles that limit your movement. As you make your way through the dimly lit tunnel, above you, thousands of Erayax spectators are streaming into the arena though the entry point beneath the statue of the Great Colossus. You emerge from the tunnel to the arena’s underground. With great efficiency, the arena guards remove your manacles and fasten your armour. Your weapons, as is custom, will be waiting for you on the arena floor. Ready for battle you are now herded into one of the many wooden lifts. The sounds of grinding gears and pullies fill the air as you slowly rise. As you near the arena floor the muffled sounds of the cheering crowd become clearer until, as you rise through the floor, the sound becomes almost deafening. A mixture of sand, dried blood and sweat swirls around you as you disturb the ground while the lift emerges from the floor. Trumpets blare and drums beat loudly. The time has come. You look to your companions as you try and block out the noise of the crowd and focus. You hope they will be skilled enough to prove victorious against your opponents. Grasping your weapon, you prepare for battle.

The games them selves were brutal and bloody with almost all combatant meeting their death much to the delight of the blood thristy crowd. An overwelming portion of the death came at the hands of the many brutal traps the combatant also had to deal with during their battle. None more so brutal that the final trap, a huge wall of intense flame stretching from the centre of the arena to it's walls. It constantly moved and changed direction, sometime traveling at intense speeds leaving many a combatant to suffere an agonising death much to the entertainment of the crowd.