Chapter 3
by 
Darth_Halford
What object do you take from the wall?
Double - Axe (Barbarian) (Chaotic Nuetral)
Your eyes settle on a double-axe. It's as though it calls out to you, feeling as if it were meant to be in your hands. Studying it closely, you see that it is certainly made in the orcish tradition, with an exaggeratedly large head and blade on both sides; something only someone of your size and strength would be able to use properly. It's also clearly been built by more skilled hands and with better steel than orcs normally have access to. Taking it from the wall and moving it in your hands, It’s well balanced but requires a great deal of focus and strength to use properly, something you have in spades. The room is only large enough to allow you a few practice swings with it. With each movement, it feels more natural your thick hands. Thinking it’s your best bet, you align yourself to try and break down the gates with a mighty swing. However, as you prepare, the head of the axe hoisted over your head, the gate opens on its own mechanically. You hold off your attack, resting the metal stock of the axe on your shoulder as you slowly walk through the darkened hall, unsure of what lies before you. As the light behind you fades, you start to hear the sounds of a great crowd. Lots of cheering and shouting, heavy drums and music. The bright sun outside calls you, and you start to run through the stone hallways, kicking up sand as you go.
As you finally reach the exit, you quickly peace together the turn your life has just made. You’ve just charged into a gladiator arena as one of the contestants. The cheers and applause turned to booing at your arrival, many of the audience throwing things at you. As you turn behind to see them, you also notice that the doorway you went through to get here no longer exists, somehow. There is another doorway in the arena, protected by armed soldiers. There is no way out of this other than fighting. That, you can work with. You've never been afraid of a fight. You bravely walk in towards the center of the Arena. There are three others in the arena with you, and you can’t tell who’s a friend or enemy. Best to treat them all as enemies, at least for the time being.
The first you see is also the most visibly striking. A human woman, but not like any you’d seen before. Her long and wild red hair screamed of fire. She was only protected by a loose collection of leather pieces haphazardly sewn together. More leather straps draped from her waist down her legs as a kind of kilt or skirt. Her bare arms held many a scar, as well as intricate tattoos, suggesting some sort of primitive, tribal culture. In each hand she held a tomahawk; small axes built for fast use and in the hands of an expert, could be a deadly thrown weapon. You start to feel your dick start to prepare itself for an entirely other form of physical environment, and you have to mentally **** yourself down.
The second enemy is also a human, male. The crest on his shield matches that of the banners flying from the stands, making you feel he is the most likely champion of the arena. He held a small sword that would work great with his shield, working mostly as a piercing and stabbing weapon than cutting. His face was covered by a steel helmet, the rest of his body bare and unprotected, much as yours.
The third looked to be a half-elf, and the least fit of the group to be in the group. The look of fear was evident all across her face, and you get the sense that she was thrown in here reluctantly. While the most protected of the group, the only one with actual armor on, she was armed with only a long spear, typically used on the back of a horse. Whereas you and the others were moving towards each other, the half-elf approached tepidly, moving the spear from one side to another, dependent on who she thought the threat was at that given second.
Things were relatively calm for the four of you. Everyone had their weapons tightly held, but nobody was being overtly hostile. Even the half-elf, waving her spear back and forth, was mostly trying to protect herself. All had their eyes transfixed on each other, waiting for the moment, that everything would start to go to hell. That moment came in a sudden but immediate blast from the horns, indicating to all that the battle had started. Senses sharpened, ready for anything, you were going to do whatever it took to get out of here alive. Years of fighting and surviving have taught you one thing; that how one starts the fight can make all the difference in whether you win it.