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The roaring chants of faceless soldiers echoed throughout the rusted chamber. A round arena adorned with strange insignia accompanied layered seats of hundreds of people. At the bottom of the pit, three massive gates loomed over and encircled the two participants who stood in the middle, trapped by the electrified dome above.
DICE THORNE - PROSPECTIVE GUARDIAN OF THE OUTER TERRITORIES
The participants were matched in a fight to the death. Some people who are captured by The Collective, a conspiratorial slave trade organization, are forced to fight for their freedom in a voracious cull of powerful gladiators. The final survivor is given the decision to leave "the pit" but is also given the choice of a mysterious deal that is discussed in private. This deal usually leads to an alliance with The Collective in exchange for riches or other wishes within the means of the group. The true intention of the gladiator trials within the pit is to produce the perfect warrior of each batch of gladiators acquired by The Collective, and to either persuade or threaten the winner into servitude. Some winners have escaped, forever looking over their shoulder for bounty hunters or preparing for shady "collectors" knocking at their door.
Dice Thorne had thoroughly beaten the breaks off Sho'grath - a hulking Crulkon gladiator who relied on a Beskar mace to crush opponents. He was left devastated, with a dent in the shape of a fist left in his grey armor. His head hung back lazily over the piece of debris he laid down on, and Dice lifted his gauntlets in triumph. The crowd roared - despite their tribute warrior falling in battle so easily, they indulged in the violence all the same.
[^]"YEAH! That's right! Whoop whoop! Can I see some jazz hands in the crowd?! No? Ah... A-alright..."
[^]"... Sho'grath's out of action. I'd like to LEAVE NOW!"
Dice shouted at the audience to no avail.
The humming of machinery heralded the arrival of the next combatant as one of the gates slowly opened. A vague figure crept through the shadows within the gated room, and one imposing individual walked out, having no idea where they were, or how they got there...
The roaring chants of faceless soldiers echoed throughout the rusted chamber. A round arena adorned with strange insignia accompanied layered seats of hundreds of people. At the bottom of the pit, three massive gates loomed over and encircled the two participants who stood in the middle, trapped by the electrified dome above.
DICE THORNE - PROSPECTIVE GUARDIAN OF THE OUTER TERRITORIES
SHO'GRATH - SCORN OF THE COLLECTIVE, RITUAL GLADIATOR OF "THE PIT"
The participants were matched in a fight to the death. Some people who are captured by The Collective, a conspiratorial slave trade organization, are forced to fight for their freedom in a voracious cull of powerful gladiators. The final survivor is given the decision to leave "the pit" but is also given the choice of a mysterious deal that is discussed in private. This deal usually leads to an alliance with The Collective in exchange for riches or other wishes within the means of the group. The true intention of the gladiator trials within the pit is to produce the perfect warrior of each batch of gladiators acquired by The Collective, and to either persuade or threaten the winner into servitude. Some winners have escaped, forever looking over their shoulder for bounty hunters or preparing for shady "collectors" knocking at their door.
Dice Thorne had thoroughly beaten the breaks off Sho'grath - a hulking Crulkon gladiator who relied on a Beskar mace to crush opponents. He was left devastated, with a dent in the shape of a fist left in his grey armor. His head hung back lazily over the piece of debris he laid down on, and Dice lifted his gauntlets in triumph. The crowd roared - despite their tribute warrior falling in battle so easily, they indulged in the violence all the same.
[^]"YEAH! That's right! Whoop whoop! Can I see some jazz hands in the crowd?! No? Ah... A-alright..."
[^]"... Sho'grath's out of action. I'd like to LEAVE NOW!"
Dice shouted at the audience to no avail.
The humming of machinery heralded the arrival of the next combatant as one of the gates slowly opened. A vague figure crept through the shadows within the gated room, and one imposing individual walked out, having no idea where they were, or how they got there...
[^]"What the-"
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