Gladiators are kept in a labyrinth of tunnels beneath the Colosseum before their battle.

Once a character is accepted, please list a visual description (race if discernable, gender, obvious weapons and armor, ect.).
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Corthan is human, roughly 6 feet tall with a rail-thin body. He has piercing green eyes which strike the observer as odd considering his non-threatening physical stature.

Corthan is covered in items that would certainly glow under a detect magic spell.

Next to Corthan is a 7 foot tall nasty-looking dinosaur, named Bob. Bob is a fleshraker that has proved his worth several times over.
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On the rare occasion that he stands at his full height, Shard's lean frame towers above his fellow humans at an impressive six-six.  His shoulder length hair (kept tied back with a simple strap of leather) and short goatee are teal and color; combined with his purple eyes this speaks of a history of experimentation with mystical forces.  He wears a sleeveless robe left untied and with the hood usually thrown back over a simple jerkin and light pants; favoring sandals over more conventional shoes.  A club and light crossbow, both apparently unused, are in evidence as well as a quiver stuffed with bolts.

Trindon is a burly human - about 5'10" 220 pounds of (mostly) muscle. He's wielding a wicked looking spiked chain and wearing a chain shirt. He also has a nasty scar that runs from his right temple all the way across his mouth and through to the left side of his chin. His body is covered with other items that would certainly glow under a detect magic spell.
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Weathered from years of physical training, Jayden stands impressively tall, about 6'5", with a rough, musclebound form that just seems to ooze finesse at the same time. He wears a chain shirt and carries two large swords at his hip, with an array of potions at his belt. Also, of interest, is his blue skin and orcish face; this man is definitely not human.
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   Karthus walks into the Labyrinth with a flourish of his scarlet cloak and an imperious mien.  The human has a clearly noble lineage to those whom know of such things, and those who don't still notice that he acts like it.  His 5'11, 200 lbs build fills his fine silken clothing impressively, and his dark black hair flows to his shoulders unbound.

   As Karthus sits to ready his gear for his next battle, he lays out a well-cared-for, but otherwise ordinary, chain shirt to polish, leans a small quiver of javalins against the wall, and starts to sharpen an elaborate falchion.  The falchion is clearly the most valuable item he carries and is embellished with a family crest that matches the clasp of his cloak.

   Though Karthus responds politely to any gladiator that approaches, those that do so rarely come away liking him.  Something about him seems to cause others to feel slightly uneasy.  Perhaps the shortness of his responses or the poorly veiled arrogance of his expression.
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Drana'Taro is an elf of fair coloring and slight build.  His movements are graceful yet appear not to waste any motion.  The equipment he carries with him, a thick-hewn composite longbow and studded leather armor, are well cared for, but appear to have been made by a talented amateur rather than having a professional finish.  His eyes flit warily to the other gladiators, and he actively avoids any contact with them, even at the cost of offending them.

Rhakar the Bear is a water-orc as large, hairy, and ill-tempered as his namesake.  He wears his spiked armor in just about all public appearances, and he hauls a rough-hewn greataxe, a quiver of javelins, and a wooden tower shield into the arena for each match.

A warrior from birth, Rhakar rarely thinks of anything beyond combat, leaving every other aspect of his life, from his equipment purchases to his children, in the hands of his clan elders.
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A slender, small reptile with humanoid features. The thing resembles a member of the lizardfolk, yet it is small, with smoother features and a black snout. Its skin seems to change colors subtly, making it hard to get a good look at its out line. There is no telling whether this is a male or female.

A small crossbow hangs from its back, a quiver of bolts strapped to its side. A small pouch made from the inside of some animal is knotted to a loose leather strap around its loincloth.

   As the doors to the Labyrinth swing open with a bang, a small humanoid enters.  He stands 3'5 and looks to weigh under 45 pounds, but walks as though he is the tallest person in the city.  His pale white, flat face sneers at the his potential opponents, and his long arms swing as low as his knees.  A swing of his head causes his long, silver ponytail to flip over his shoulder.  As he barks a command to one of the Labyrinth serving staff, you note his wide mouth appears to contain sharp fangs rather than teeth.

   When he whips off his white silk cloak to sit at a table with his feet up on the neighboring chair, you note he wears leather armor and carries both a heavy wooden shield and a crossbow.  When the food arrives (a rib-eye steak cooked rare) he pulls a pair of wicked looking daggers out to eat with, rather than using the provided utensils.

In through the usual doors stepped a heavily armored figure. Not just armored...Made of armor. A unlikely cross between man and machine. Dust covered most of the armor, but the plates that were somewhat clean had a solid green color on them. Most disturbing were his eyes, ruby gems that glowed with an inner core that suggests intelligent thought.

 A sword pommel shows over his shoulder, just a few inches longer than a usual longsword. A bow is also slung over his shoulder with his pack. A steel shield is present too, an unremarkable piece of battered armor. His only other possession the small weathered backpack he carries. He speaks with a gravelly tone, one of gears and magic meshing together. "Where do I sign up to start killing?"

Paserri the crow is a much less imposing figure than her half-brother Rhakar, though still tall and brawny by human standards.  Her sudden movements and cold, calculating stare (made more unsettling by a white, sightless right eye) bring to mind her namesake, as does her lack of any sense of fair play.

She wears heavy armor, carries a spear, and bears the holy symbol of some obscure evil god around her neck.

An unassuming and quiet person, Bai rarely talks unless she sees the need to. Dressed in a suit of armor and and huge shield that is obviously oversized for her, one wonders what exactly she is doing in a place like the Colosseum.

Bai currently holds no readily obvious weapons.

Raja is a beautiful, and tall, human like creature with long, golden feathery wings and a very supple and lithe body that glows with an inner power that makes it hard to look directly at her. She has vibrant blue cyan colored eyes, and well toned golden skin. Raja has beautiful long honey blond hair that falls down just above her hips. She is wearing a blue bustier that seems a few sizes to small, smashing her well formed breasts together and pushing them upward. A fancy white cloak that is fixed with a blue gem hangs from the young angels shoulders. Her pants are white with blue lacing up the sides that reveals a provocative amount of skin. Her boots complete her outfit following suit with her pants, white with blue lacing.

When in armor Raja favors a glistening spiked breast plate a set of greaves and a helmet.

Raja's favored weapon and instrument of death is a well balanced great sword which she uses with deadly precision. Her other visible weapons include a pair of spiked gauntlets, and a quiver stuffed full of javelins on her back.

Scrawny, loudmouthed, and a bit of a coward, Ca'alish doesn't look particularly respectable, likable, or useful.  But he moves with unusual grace and speed, even for an elf.  His "working clothes" consist of dark cloth under a blackened, bladed mithral shirt.  A brace of javelins, a belt of flasks, and a seemingly unused rapier round out his equipment.
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Jasben bears many of the facial features of an elf, a thin pointy chin, high cheekbones, pointy ears and long flowing hair, however looking down a couple of feet things change, Jasbens muscles looks more like those of a Half-Orc bulging out in all directions, next to him, leaned against the wall stands a huge Greatsword, looking more suitable for a Giant or at least an Ogre. Lying on the floor is a small pile of gear, a quiver of Javelins, a chainshirt and a mysterious wooden bottle.

Edward is of average height weight and build, coated in robes covering almost every part of him except for the hands. an array of coin purses littered around his belt on one side and strange vials on the other. Allways in his hand is a scythe which ssems to double as a walking stick.

Kayle is a young lady who commonly appears in a set of silvery-white full-plate armor that covers every part of her body, up to a helmet that reveals only her bright brown eyes. At first glance she looks like an elf, with her delicate facial features and tall and thin physique, but her eyes have an otherworldly glow to them. In physical combat, she favors the axe and shield, but she usually relies on her mastery of various forms of magic to maximize her advantage over her opponent. On her wrist is a silver bracelet embedded with a large sapphire and the symbol of Mystra etched onto its surface, and a finely carved longbow is slung across her back. Strapped across her back is also a beautifully crafted ranseur, its glistening three pronged blade in the shape of a stylized cross.
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Thorn Fury enters the room in a light black robe slowly walking like a snake in the crowd of gladiators. He wears a white mask with strange complex snake-like signs apparently wrote with blood, his own, who knows ?

He holds a spiked chain that roughly touches the ground making sparkles with an horrible metal sound. He also wears a belt pouch with a dagger and a sling to his belt.

He doesn't talk to anyone and seems to watch everybody with intrigued eyes. The only thing we can hear is a nasty whistle behind his strange mask.

Thorn doesn't seem to wear any kind of armor making him really mobile and swift.

Brenton, human, walks in casually, calmly, and surely awaiting the next challenge. He is wielding a quarterstaff, some daggers(4), has a scroll case on his hip, a belt pouch, a component pouch, and a standard backpack. The armor he is wearing, is a simple chain shirt. He has a holy symbol hanging about his neck.

A male high elf enters; he is dressed in very fashionable silken attire.  He has a shortbow and quiver over his left shoulder, and a long sword dangling from his right hip.  But only a dandy would waltz around in a pink tunic with a star sapphire in his left ear lobe and a coral comb in his spiky blond hair.

Which probably explains why his nose looks like its been broken and rebroken, along with a nasty pink scar from his right ear to the cleft in his chin.  Maybe armor would have helped.  Maybe not.

Cyrun walked into the area, a scroll in hand. He almost seemed to not even realize those around him as he stepped between people, over objects and around tables. He was reading the scroll muttering quietly to himself as the scroll suddenly burned up in his hands. Wait. . . that was the burning hands scroll? He looked at the ashes like he couldn't figure out what just happened.

Nevan took a seat at one of the empty tables, setting his halbred against the table next to him. He glanced around the room seeing some of the competitors and one seemingly absent minded wizard playing around with his scrolls. Nevan shook his head lightly and ordered an ale.

Chaz passes though the entrance of the Labyrinth, standing in it a moment to collect his thoughts on the other Gladiators. Appraising the fact that they all carried a lot with them he thought out loud, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll need all of that when I bring The Fight..to you!" No one seemed to pay him any mind, but he didn't quite care as he sat down at a table, placing the spear and two javelins, with the words "Toothpick #1, #2 and #3" etched into them, down next to his seat.

Chaz proceeded to wrap his hands in what would best be described as medical gauze, covering his knuckles and wrists and cinching it tightly. Chaz rubbed his hands over the scars on his chest, impressively ranging in type from small to gashing across his chest, as he considered a meal before his first bout.

Walking into the labyrinth, Mordecai looks like a rather unassuming human, covered in robes and with the slight jingle of chain mail underneath. He carries a club and has a shortspear attached to his back, but other then that, no weapons can be seen. He's average sized for a human, roughly 5'8", about 170 pounds if you had to guess.

Sam is a halfling fairly tall, he stands nearly four feet tall, but he's very slim. He hide under a hat his misshapen eyes and behind his collar his crooked smile. Two belts covered with stange looking flasks hang crossed on his chest. A scroll case in his hands, he nervously study his spellbook while stealing glances at his next opponents..
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Cain wears a nice chain shirt, and wields a lance. He looks like any other fighter for hire type of guy.

  The gates to The Labyrinth slam closed behind what seems to be a humanoid machine of some sort.  Made from a composite of several materials, including a glint of mithril, the thing isn't carrying anything or wearing anything.  As it moves you can faintly here the gears inside it.

  In a very inhuman, mechanical voice A.I.M.C.U. asks, no one in particular, "Where do I go to join in the killing?"

Rothgar Walks through the doors carrying a massive masterly made shield and using a spear as a walking stick, at his hip is sheathed a short sword, and his back sports a few javelins.

Rothgar himself is a well muscled and regular looking man with a rigid bearing that hints at military background. He seems eager as he looks around studying the individuals gather around.

"What do we have to do to begin the combat trials?" Rothgar asks anyone who is close to listen.

A tall heavily bearded man enter the labyrinth. He is wearing a chainshirt and a shield hang on his back. A cruel morgningstar hang by his belt, and a dozen of javelins on his back. On his chest rest a a green gauntlet symbol, the proof of his worship of Bane, The Tyran.

A human garbed in adventurer's clothing stands before you. Attached to his belt is a pouch of spell components, and a bag full of strange powders and various arcane writings.

A human looking fellow with red hair walks in, a crossbow on his hip with a few bolts. He wears a travelers outfit and carries a spear in hand.

A blonde long haired elf walks in.
Dress in Chain shirt with bow on his back.

Cheros entered the Labyrinth carrying Cooper, his hawk, on his shoulder. There was a special reinforced area of the leather armor made just to take the dig of talons. Cheros's almond-shaped eyes took in all the sights around him, but he merely tightened his grip on his shortspear & checked his belt to make sure his darts were at hand. He strode forward, ready to make a name for himself in the Colossuem.

Peep Eep enters the Labyrinth with a large smile in the face, he starts to look at everyone, laughing at them or just pointing them out and run. The little pixie guy (his height is about 2' 5'') with unusual funky hair was dress in light brown and green clothing, it looks like he just gets out of a forest or something like that (he still has some leaves in the air). He walks on the place with a bag really too big for him and begins to make jokes to people around him. He really seems funny, but a little sneaky and weird. He intercepts a waitress and looks like he tells her a secret. To those who are enough close to him, you probably hear in a strange little low child voice: " Hum, madam, is there anyone I can easily beat here ? "
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A half-orc enters the Labyrinth.  He wears plain peasant's clothes, and has two spears-- one long and one short.  His skin is pebbly and rough, and almost has a silver-ish sheen to it.

A figure walks into the Labyrinth. He looks to be human, but 2 things are 'off' about him: he is impossibly thin, to the point of starvation for a normal person. And he has an air of cruelty about him, as if everyone he meets is below him.

He wears scale mail, set in an uneven yet striking pattern, and has a beautiful greatsword strapped across his back.

A strange and bizare creature enters the Labyrinth. He looks like a man in a large white robe that reach the ground. Something special, the creature seems to fly and makes no sound while walking. When we past near him, we can feel the cold of a horrible winter night on our skin. When we try to look his face, it looks like a deep black silhouette with two white eyes. When we try to hear if he's talking, he only talks to himself with brutal and bloody terms. On his back, he wears a longspear and some javelins in a quiver. On his waist, a normal wodden club. He seems ready to fight and eager to crush some skulls.

As this heavily muscled orc enter the labyrinth, nobody can notice anything else than his powerful arms and battle-scarred chest. On his back lies many cheap looking javelins, and a well-used falchion is resting in his hands. He look terrifying and mighty but as the waitress apear he gently ask '' Food for Crasse, plueas.'' in a little shy voice.
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AIMCU comes back into the Arena, nobody noticed he had even left.  "The arena administration has let AIMCU undergo a process called miniaturization."

It's now that you notice that the robot has been shrunken to half its original size.  Those with the ability to detect magic realize it was not a magical process.

  A man of average build covered in tattoos that are tribal in nature walks in, shirtless and wearing nothing but pants and boots. His head is shaved bald to allow for more room for the tattoos. A glint of evil can been seen in his eyes to those that can perceive it.

A gaint of a man walks in weilding a huge bastard sword on his back. Towering over most normal humans the man is obviously not a normal human, however despite his huge figure the man looks quite attractive, and speaks well for someone who looks so brutal. A breastplate covers his body as he moves about looking for a opponent to take on.

A small child walks into the Labyrinth, with black hair and pale blue eyes. He steps slowly from shadow to shadow. Actually, on second look, that's a halfling...

"ME HESTRITH!! YOU ALL DIE NOW!!!"

The minotaur bellowed as he walked into the room, carrying the strangest assortment of knives, hammers and axes a minotaur had ever been known to carry.

Entering the halls of the labyrinth, and draped within a leather cloak, a pale white kobold slinks through, watching the other gladiators carefully with a pair of grey eyes, sizing each one up in her mind.

Slung behind her back and over her cloak, she carries a crossbow, kept in place with a leather strap around her shoulder.  The cloak covers much of the kobold, but the brilliant glint of metal armor can be noticed just under her neck.  And even though the rest of her equipment remains underneath, suspicious bumps can be noticed at her sides in the cloak.

A weak, almost frail looking human woman of dark hair and aristocratic features picks her way in, swathed in robes of purple and black. Using her quarterstaff as a walking stick, she hardly seems fit for such a place, save for the intense look in her eyes. Her only other armament seems to be a sling with its pebble pouch at her belt. At either hip, a pouch rests, undoubtedly carrying things she may need to access in a hurry.

The newcomer to the labyrinth was an odd sight. His flesh was metal and stone. The only things visible on him where a small pouch on his hip and a dagger on the other. For such an imposing figure he was surprisingly not well armed. His eyes glowed a deep violet behind some kind of gem lenses and he walked in almost complete silence even given his metal body. He strode to the midst of whatever group may be gathered and spoke in a voice that sounded as if the words were formed from grinding and clashing stones; I am Requiem and I will be accepting all reasonable challenges frm this day forward. May we meet in battle soonHe then camly strode to one corner and observed motionles and tireless stopping to niether eat drink or rest.

Wino Jack stumbles into the labyrinth, reeking of alcohol.  His bloodshot eyes took in the new environs carefully, as if he were trying to memorize where everything and everyone in the room was at the moment.  Then, with the slow and deliberate movements one only sees with the truly drunk, he walked to the far wall.  All of a sudden, he fell to the ground almost as if all the bones in his body had dissolved in an instant; however, with a twist at the last second, he came to rest in a perfect lotus position, seeming as though he were perfectly sober and clear of mind.  Smiling widely at the other men, he took a swig from a bottle that somehow materialized in his hands.  His scruffy, week-old beard was at odds with his perfectly shaven head, and his strangely clean clothes, which were loose, plain cotton. "So, did anyone else mistake this place for a bar?"

Standing two feet tall, the tiny creature resides in the only place she thinks no one would find or bother her; among the local shrubbery, her dark brown cloak helping her fade into almost nonexistence.  The cloak covers her entire body, making it impossible to see what is underneath, though she wears her hood down for now.

A chainmail clad woman strides purposefully into the labyrinth. Her coif lowered, she scans the room. Her long platinum hair blew softly from a slight breeze as she looked over the other contestants, sizing them up. Shifting slightly, she tightened her grip on her sword - longer than most would have expected her to be able to use one handed - and raised her shield slightly.

"My Lord will not be pleased with what I have to report back to him," she sighed, glancing around the room. Those paying close enough attention notice a chain hanging round her neck, a silver lightning bolt mostly hidden beneath her armor.

Short behind Katherine, a powerful man strode in. His hair was golden, cropped short. Armorless, his chest was completely uncovered, revealing a pair of brilliant wings behind him. His face was rugged, yet beautiful. His chiseled abs and large pecs glistened in the low light as he walked, confidently up to Katherine, and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Do not judge them - you have not had their life."

A lone Elf stands alone in the corridor of the mighty labyrinth.  His silver hair and violet eyes glimmer in the torchlight.  Wearing but the lightest of silk cloaks and armed with simply a wand he appears unprepared for the dangers that lurk ahead.

Yet another elf strides quietly into the Labyrinth. Yet this one stands apart from th others. He has a longbow and several quivers and war paint on his face. He looks around the area and quickly moves to a corner without a word.

And yet another Elf enters the Labyrinth. Clad in a Mithril Chain shirt, composite longbow and 2 quivers, he looks around taking in his surroundings.

New blood steps into The Labyrinth.

The individual appears to be slightly haunched and is robbed in dark tattered robes with the cowl of his cloak pulled up, hiding his face.
The rest of his form is also concealed, gloves, boots and all.
He seems to carry no items, pouches or weapons on his person.

Into the Labyrinth walks Illfirin, a confident tall standing human male, wearing Leather armor and having not much more than a Rapier and two daggers strapped to his sides.

After leaving the Labyrinth and the arenas for a couple of days, Solitude returns. He looks much the same as he did before, old and haunched over.

A small, hooded figure enters the Labyrinth, hissing slightly under its breath.

Salil enters the Labyrith.  He wears simple robes, and is armed only with a set of three daggers.  A wolf is by his side.

As the Labyrinth doors open, a smallish minotaur is silhouetted by the bright sunlight outside.  Only slightly larger than an man, were it not for the great horns on his head, and then unmistakable sound of hooves as he walks, one wouldn't know him from any other creature.
With the closing of the outer doors, you can see that this beast is dressed in a patchwork outfit made of the hides and furs of many creatures.  Some even appear to be woven into and around his chain shirt.  At his sides, are an assortment of axes of many different sizes.
He sniffs and snorts as he passes you, likely either trying to memorize your scent, or unnerve you.  He slowly and purposefully makes his way to an unoccupied piece of wall, where he proceeds to study everyone from afar.

As the newest combatant enters the Labyrinth, he calls out, "Byron!  Byron!  I know you're in here somewhere!  I've got it on good authority that you've come here to prove yourself, so get your stumpy legs out here and start introducing me.  Oh, and that lich came back...with vampires.  Everyone else was killed, and one of the most beautiful women I've ever met sucked most of the life out of me, but I managed to get away.  So...now I'm here to fight...I guess."
His voice carries over the ever present background sounds of the Labyrinth and is easily heard by everyone.  As heads turn to look at the loud new arrival, you can see that it seems to be nothing more than a fine looking man in fine looking clothes.  Beneath his good traveling clothes, one can see the glint of a mithril shirt.  He has a shortbow and quiver slung over his shoulders and a whip coiled at his side with what appears to be a small blade attached to the end of it.
Not seeing his supposed acquaintance appear, he walks to the center of the largest open area he can find and, with a flourish, introduces himself, "Greetings, my fair combatants.  I am Andrew Fosher, former Herald of the, now deceased, great Elven Lord Aurellian.  I have traveled many worlds on his behalf and, now, have come to essentially re-start my life here, with you folk, and see where this new journey takes me."
As he is looking everyone over, he spies the door to the tavern, "Ah, a tavern.  I bet Byron is in there.  Good day, all.  Until we meet on the field of battle!"

A painfully average looking commoner walks into the Labyrinth, looking greatly out of place. H scans the room and then walks over to a wall and leans, watching everyone else mill about. If anyone cares to notice, his eyes are dead, like that of someone who has lost reason to live in this world.

With a cacophony of clanking and grinding of metal plates, a dark-haired armor-clad dwarf barrels into the Labrinth. He pauses, looks around for a moment, and then noisily makes his way to the bar.

"A pint of yer finest swill, an' make it snappy; I've got the blood-work t' be done, an' me axe'll only come free af'er the lick o' the hop!"
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A cloaked halfling enter the arena followed by an armored skeleton.
'' Skinny my friend, this is where our legend begin'' he says to his unresponding bodyguard.

He is carrying scrolls and a wand and his undead wears a chain shirt, some javelins on his back, a scimitar by his side and carry an heavy wooden shield.
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A large half-orc clad simply in spiked fullplate walks into the Labyrinth. He walks with a grace that seems out of place for one of his people, especially one clad in such bulky armor. His feet barely leave the ground as he walks. He looks around and takes in his surroundings.

A dirty plain clothed man slinks about the Labyrinth. Were it not for the crossbow, spear, and mace, he would seem entirely out of place. Though not an arcanist from the look of him, something seems off in his movements. Upon closer inspection, the shadows surrounding him seem to move as if detached from his form. The folds of his clothing and the silhouette cast on the ground appear to not be a proper reflection of this combatant.

A halfling walks in, short even for one of them. Youngish, yet white-haired, he wears very little armour and carries no noticeable weapon but the glow of arcane fire in his eyes suggests that his powers extend for more than the physical side. Eyes glowing with burning purple flame he looks about, fingers flexing again and again in preparation for some arcane ritual.

A black clad elf enter the arena. Silently, he goes stands in a corner. You can see his longbow and longsword, but what is he really ?

An Elven Beauty Steps forward from the shadows. It was almost as if she had been here all along. It was now her time to strike this was made apparent by her majestic walk forwards full of the confidence of the ages.

A human woman staggers in, clad in little but the tatters of what might have once been a dress. Her skin is pale and grey, her eyes empty, hungry pits. Crouching just within sight, she sniffs the air, before letting a long black tongue roam over jagged, sharp teeth and dead, bloodless lips.

An average looking human walks in to the labyrinth. With almost black hair and green eyes and a sly smirk. Dressed in plain clothes and appears to be wearing only a chain shirt with a Darkwood shield and dagger for protection. Even with being scantily armored he carries himself with a determination that says hes more that what he appears.

A tall elf walks in, with an obvious shield on his back and a sword on his waist. He has hazel eyes, dark brown hair, and a rather skinny body, but with a bit of muscle. He is armoured in what appears to be slightly big. He looks around in confidence, with a small smile on his face.
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A man walks in he wears what can only be described as stitched together rags.  He holds no weapons, wears no armor and seems to possess nothing save for the clothes on his back and mended boots upon his feet.  He walks to the counter and takes a copper from within a pocket and purchases something meeger to eat and water to drink.

After he has sated his hunger and slicked his thirst he turns to the room surveying it carefully.

Brist walks briskly into the Labyrinth, his chain wrapped around him like a belt. He was ready and would be the best, no warrior nor mage will stop him. He was not weak and he would prove it to all. Without hesitating he moved toward the battle postings and began to read.

A small halfling skips into the room, humming tunelessly (really tunelessly). She?/He?/It? wears an unremarkable tunic with a well-made chain shirt overlaying it, and its facial features are mostly unreadable due to the fact that a bat appears to be attached to its forehead. He? stops humming and crosses his? eyes to look at the bat. "Who's my pretty butterfly? You are, ja!" he? croons as he? pets said bat. Resuming its skipping, it gleefully walks over to the board to search the list of gladiators, somehow seeming to comprehend the writing even through the bat. "What's that fluffykins? Okay." and it skips out.

A tall human with long black hair and dark smooth skin walks in with a scowl on his face.  His eyes are piercing and he exudes confidence as he walks through the room.  On his right arm he wears a long leather gauntlet that comes up his arm past his elbow and his left arm is covered in tattoos with these words intertwined into the pattern: "Death is only the Beginning".  He sits down at a table, his chin resting in his scarred hands.  He wears a black vest, black tights and kneel high leather boots.  He puts his longbow, his longsword and the rest of his stuff next to him and yells across the room for some food and something to drink.  His eyes are dark brown, almost black.  As he waits he begins to shave with a small knife, leaving his face with a close shave.  As he shaves he begins to recite words from memory in a slow but steady voice.  He spoke as if to himself, but loud enough for everyone to hear: "Praise the day at nightfall, a woman when she's dead, a sword proven, a maiden married, ice you've crossed, ale you've drunk.  Cut trees when the wind blows, sail in fair weather; talk with maidens in the dark- the day has many eyes.  Ask speed of a ship, protection from a shield, keenness from a sword, from a maiden kisses."
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A figure draped in dark red robes enters the labyrinth, short and reptilian in appearance, with red eyes and russet scales, easily identified as a kobold.  He doesn't have much in the way of weapons, but he likely doesn't feel the need for any, considering the very thick tomb he carries in one arm, which he rarely ever takes his gaze away from as he moves through the crowd.

An elf, crossbow slung across her shoulder walks into the labyrinth her eyes scan those gathered before she anounces herself.  "I am River.  Who will join me in the search for perfection through combat?"

OOC: Open challenge to all takers CR 3 or less.

A black metal monolith strides in and peers around.

A proud centaur strides into the room, with a lance slung over his shoulder.

A lithe Thri Kreen walks into the Labyrinth, armed to the mandibles

A tall human walked into the labyrinth with a smirk, lightly tapping the pommel of his longsword.

A young elf strolls into the labyrinth, his fingertips crackling with energy looks eager to get it going.

A towering eight feet tall, Ungoliant strides in, carrying a bow as tall as he is

A young man enter the arena an air of perfect confidence on his face.
He is wearing an half-plate armor carrying a shield and a morningstar.
On his breast, a black phoenix talisman is cleary visible.

Dressed in her robes carrying no weapons, walks briskly into the Labyrinth. Looking about timidly, she thought this maybe fun.

Another young elf entered the labyrinth. Her chain shirt tinkled lightly and the butt of her guisarme tapped the ground like a walking staff as she walked with purpose. Looking about she checked the other newcomers.

The gnome has arrived! He walks into the Labyrinth cool and cocky like. Finds the closest table with a dwarf and plops down to commence his drinking.

The brute, with a hint of cleverness all over his face, appeared and grinned at present ladies. While he shook his falchion off the raindrops and started sharpening it furiously.

Lonesh entered the Labyrinth and looked around. She was tall for a woman and dressed in a chain shirt and tabbard with dark colours. Her shield showed a black-gloved hand holding a coin with a two-faced head and several weapons as well as wands were neatly arrayed on her body. There was a haunted look to her and an aura of determination surrounded her.

She found a seat and waited patiently.

A massive, brawny orc with a mohawk entered the arena, heavily armored and bristling with weapons.  "I is Horiss!"  He yelled, looking around for a likely victim.  "I stronger than all, tougher than all!"  He made a few practice slashes with his long wicked glaive.  "Come!  I prove!"

A dark haired girlentered the Labyrinth, she wasn't very tall or muscled and was wearing very showy and bright colored clothing, she was practically dragging along a voluminous sack which along with a backpack and a mandoline hanging form her shoulders were all she had with her. There was no sign of weapons except for a whip -and only if a whip could be considered a weapon. She aproached a somewhat visible spot and introduced herself.

"Hi everyone, My name is Tallulah and I want to bring some entertaiment to you. By the way if anybody knows what is this place I'd really apreciate if you tell me."

A young elf entered the Labyrinth, wearing forest-green robes with golden embroidery of stars and leafs. She carried a couple of wands and scrolls apart from a small component pouch. Demurely Lauranthalasa looked to the ground and ordered fey wine, avoiding eye-contact if possible.

After Realising the error of his ways Edward Shunned his religion. The gods no longer cared for him so he decided to take what he needed instead embracing the power of the deamons and other fiendish creatures learning from them ad deciding to steal his power to gain more of it.

Terrick sauntered into the Labyrinth with the easy stride of someone who has no idea what they've gotten themselves into. A tall, musclebound human with a few noticeable scars, he wore half-plate armor with a falchion strapped to one hip, a knife on the other, and a sling wrapped around his waist.

"This where all the fun's at?" he hollered through a grin.
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In walked a tall strange-looking humanoid, with pointy ears and fangs, small fleshy antennae, light green skin, and pink patches appearing throughout it's body. It wore a white robe outfit  with a red cape and  a strange drawing on the chest, along with brown light-weight footwear.  It's flesh had three red rings on it's ankles and wrists, making it look look like it had ankle bands and wristbands.  The expression on it's face spoke of it's cold, ruthless, sadistic, and power-hungry nature, and it would have been hard to imagine it had any sense of compassion whatsoever.  It appeared to be willing to do anything to accomplish it's goals, and every movement of it's body expressed an intense arrogance, which made it overwhelmingly unlikable and even repulsive. It proceeded to demand a glass of water and stood there in a corner, watching, with a contemptuous smirk on it's green face.
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A slender humanoid strides into the labyrinth. He wears no armor and has a chain for a belt. His face is hiddin behind a cloth mask. The only thing that tells you he is not human are his pointed ears. He finds a nice quite place and awaits challengers.

A slender, hooded figure enters The Labyrinth.  He appears to be human, with dark brown hair and droopy, sad blue eyes.  He is wearing a breastplate under his cloak, and has a large Scythe strapped to his back.  He sits down near the far end of the feast hall, whispering to himself.

A commotion breaks the monotony of the labyrinth as the gladiator known as Zindor of Suel and an odd merchant that nobody had previously noticed begin to engage in an escalating argument. The zenith approaches as the masked gladiator says something very derogatory towards the merchant. He responds; Oh Ho! Well then, if that's how you want it then let your wish be my command! The man takes a large mallet and strikes a small furnace next to him which explodes in a thick smoke and sends Zindor flying and then crashing into a wall. When the smoke clears, the merchant and his stand are gone and Zindor stands, now much taller and more muscular and flexes a few times. Then with a chuckle he walks over to Jensen, the quatermaster, and sets his chain and a scroll on the table. I'll be needing a masterwork Greatsword. He walks away with his new weapon to meet some appointments he had made.

With posture perfected through years of deportment, a darkly beautiful young lady gracefully strolls into the labyrinth. Casting disdainful glances at her surroundings, she discretely brushed the surface of a nearby stool, before perching herself on the very edge. Smoothing the edge of her royal purple robe, she absently looked around at the other gladiators. Although she appeared normal enough, there was clearly some hidden depths to her as indicated by the ornate mace hanging at her belt. A half-smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a contrast to the dark, predatory look filling her eyes.

"Oh yes, I do believe I'm going to enjoy this."

As a middle aged man dressed in red robes and cloak and sporting a wild beard enter the labyrinth, the elf ninja the other gladiators knew as Laos appear, kneeling before the man.

'' So my servant, have you prepared the way for me ?''
The elf nod once and disappear.

The man turn toward the other gladiators and inspect them carefully. You can see the tingle of magic from his earrings and you can see a faintly glowing light crossbow on his back, but the view of the arcane symbols tattooed on his face commands most of your attentions.
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A large fierce and ugly looking half orc entered the area wearing to expertly made greatswords on his back and carryinga  bow in his hand. He was clad in a crusty bloody and dirty breastplate. He made his way to the main bar area and gave a few gutteral grunts and growls for this order. The man looked back at him with a quizzical look. The half-orc grunted his order again and when the man didn't understand he grabbed him by the collar and gave another snarl and grunted again pointing to a nearby man who had an ale and meat. Shoving the man back to allow him to get his food he grunted again and took a seat.

Rhalden stands at 5'8", with black hair, and dark brown eyes. As a Maenad, his skin is of a pink shade of color, and has a glistening look to it. His body is clad in spiked breastplate armor, with a halberd strapped to his back, and a greataxe strapped to his side.

A tall elf strode calmly into the labyrinth with an air of confidence. Everyone immediately noticed the chain shirt and the longbow slung on his back. The most noticeable feature though was the runed greatsword hanging at his side.

A small strange looking halfling walks in. He wears a set of metalworkers clothes, blended with leather traveling clothes. Small glowing devices and whirring and ticking gadgets hang from belts across his chest and around his waist. The only visible weapon is a large ornate musket over his shoulder. The little halfling seems quite out of place for an arena.
Walking in along side him however is a small earth elemental. It's stone steps making heavy thuds on the ground as it moves.
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A large dirty lanky youth enter the labyrinth. He must be almost 7 feet tall, but still growing with a near yellow skin and long unkempt hair. A young ogre.
A chain shirt cover his chest, and a spiked chain is rolled around it. Severals javelins hang from a quiver on his back, and a rusty greataxe rest there too. Smiling a half-tooted smile around, Grimm enter the arena.

A wide shouldered youth enters, he wears a battered breastplate and has a huge greatsword strapped to his back. Uncovered forearms show signs of cuts and bruises, fresh blood dripping off of them. Eire seems not to care and walks quietly to a corner with a practiced warrior's gait.

A largish warrior walked through the tunnels, largish for a adult dwarf that is.  He wore heavy armor and weapons, ornamented with elaborate symbols and charms hanging every which way, some knotted into his beard, and sported a rather beautiful spiked chain.  He walked up to Udum and stared at him with a scowl on his face, muttering something under his breath, and probably not anything kind.  One of the younger wenches approached him and asked what he wanted.  "What does it look like I want?  Some candy?  I want some proper refreshment. Fetch me a tall pitcher of stout."  He added as the frightened young girl hurried off "And it better not be that donkey piss that you people pass off as beer!"  She quickly came back and served him, almost trembling.  The bearded dwarf drank up and then looked back at the young girl "WHat are you still her for?  Piss off!"  The dwarf then settled himself on a bench muttering under his voice.  "Stupid humans...Can't  a gentlemen find himself a bit of peace anymore?"
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A big and tall humanoid enters, he wears a Breastplate and carries a few weapons with him, the most notable a Trident and a Greatsword. He carries a holy symbol of the ocean god, his grayish skinn and features delate his Orcish heritage. He finally speaks. "My god commands me to destroy non-beleivers and thos that disrespect him. And when Procan is angry Krooph smashes!"

A small kobold enters the bar, stunted in growth by the other patrons but he appears to have an air of confidence, and a smug look in regards to a few present.  A variety of small weapons are kept within easy reach, as well as a shortbow and a quiver of arrows slung over his back.

A well dressed and handsome man enters the place, he carries a Lute and a pair of musical instruments, a longsword hanging from his belt. "Can anybosy tell me where can I find that excuse for a bard that roams near?"

A gnoll standing seven and a half feet tall walks through the halls, a battle axe at his side and a shield across his back. The hair of his mane has a red tint to it and flows down under his scale mail.

A tall man in dark clothing enters the arena. At first glance he appears to be human, but his marble colored skin and black eyes betray something distinctly unnatural about him. Following behind him is an obvious undead. The creature looks as though it could have once been human, but the bones protruding from its paper like remnants of skin would suggest that those days are long gone.

In reply to Marley Thimble (msg #153):

The doors open and in walks an above average height Orc. He wears jet black banded mail armor. Straped to his back is a large, filthy great axe. On his side is equally filthy hand axe. "Me name Grank. Me here to fight!" Then he finds some place to relax till it is his turn to fight.

A dark skinned man with long, black hair entered the Labyrinth.  Besides his already exotic appearance, something about him hinted at the extraordinary. He held his head high, strutting in with long powerful strides and an arched back, as if he were royalty.  Sporting nothing but a dirty pair of traveler's pants and a pair of bracers, however, the exact opposite could be assumed.  He sat at a table full of gladiators he presumed were newbies as well.  "Hello, fellow warriors.  I am Dastan, Prince of the East Roads."

Zachariel is a handsome, and tall, human like creature with long, golden/white feathery wings and a very muscular body that glows with an inner power that makes it hard to look directly at him. He has troubling green colored eyes and a well toned golden skin. Zach has beautiful messy short blond hair with a perfectly cut beard. He is wearing a tall white cloak with large fluffy blue pants. His boots complete his outfit following suit with her pants, white with blue lacing.

Zachariel wears a shinny set of chain shirt with no helmet along with a big Kord's silver holy symbol as a necklace.

He favored a well balanced great sword that he seems to hold with no problem. His other visible weapons include an other great sword, a heavy steel shield, a morningstar and a quiver stuffed full of javelins on his back.

He walks in front of everyone and says:

" If anyone is ready to face his fate, come see me and I'll show you ! "
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A sickly young man with long hair and pallid skin entered the Labyrinth coughing slightly. Dressed in simple clothing, the man had a crossbow slung across his back and a series of wands tucked into his belt.

"My name... is Tel'adrel... I will fight if... I must..." he said, coughing between words.

A tall, vibrantly orange hobgoblin in banded mail stands against the wall, observing his potential enemies. He plays with his sword and shield as he always does. Those near to him may hear him say to himself, "The time has come to fight, Zdetk. Fight honorably, and none can defeat you," as he calms himself to stop his fidgeting. Then he roars "No one here can hope to defeat me!" as he steps off of the wall, ready to fight.

A man with slightly dark skin wearing a robe and a mask comes in, obviously from the desert.He sit at the table and orders a jug of water and some fruit.He says in a cautious manner "I fight not to lose."

An average sized, well built human strolls into the labyrinth, a bow on his back and a sadistic smile on his pale, smooth face. His shoulder length white wavy hair does not quite hide the look of lust in his eyes as he calmly cracks his neck and knuckles as he makes his way deeper into the caverns, whistling eerily.

After journeying across the world mar'Lafor had finally found a way to come back to life. finally Cured of the dreaded lust for blood she now found herself with a wholey new array of skills and abilities. there was only one problem she had to had to forsake her elven herratige and now revilled her new orc form.

A rather young looking man in half plate armor walks into the labyrinth. He looks around and says, "I am Thoman Galhannen. I am here to colect souls for Hextor. Have your prayers to your lesser gods prepared. Time for you to taste the power of Hextor."

A portal opens upon the wall from a plane none would recognize. After just a second, a very large ball of black fabric shoots out at high speed and crashes into the opposite wall. Quickly following the ball is a scythe, which sticks into the wall. It has markings as though it were heavily enchanted, but there is no evidence of any remaining power. The fabric moves around a bit before standing into humanoid posture, about 5'10" in height. It grabs the scythe from the wall and rushes the portal, which closes with the odd sounds of a heavy, solid gate, just before the figure slams into the wall. It shouts some high-level spell, which produces no effect. Then again, and a third time with a different spell. The figure removes its hood, revealing a young man in his early twenties. Pale skin, straight black hair (anime-styled, but dirty), and wolf-blue eyes. He seems rather furious and he sifts through his over-sized robes and clothing. He suddenly spins and slams his weapon where the portal was before, but it just bounces off, and he falls to the ground quietly. It is not until now that he notices everyone else standing around, all of the arena signs, ranking boards, tournament brackets, and other arena decor. He stands and tries to hide his anger, which does not work almost at all. He speaks quietly, but at this point enough people are paying attention to what is going on to hear him anyway: "Where am I, and how do I get out?"

She Arrives Hissing and peering in one minute and then coping the apperance of every other combatant after until she arrives on a form that symbolises her and the most feared parts of every other challenger. And after that she leaves to take her place amongst those that would dare to compete.

A man enters taking a seat near the entrance. he then orders  a cup of water and a roast duck. he then says "I fight with my fists not my sword".

Nicodemus is a human of average height, with very tan skin and shockingly white hair. As he walks into the labrynth, he smiles, his silver lined hooded cloak pulled tightly around him. Underneath, you spy a black explorer's outfit and a belt with many pouches.

A man who looks as if he was trained for battle walks into the labyrinth with a spear and light shield on his back and wearing chain mail sits down and says Prepare for your doom when you face my spear.

An average human by most accounts Amos has never been accustom to receiving much notice. His only defining features are his blonde hair and blue eyes. Perhaps the only other oddity is that he wears armor but carries only a pair of over-long daggers. He simply walks into the labyrinth and registers himself as a combatant without a word to the others in the arena.
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In reply to GM Marcus Attilius (msg # 1):

a medium sized human called Remy. and his longspear,and crossbow slung over his back, and his familiar, a frog, in his pocket.
walks in ready to wait.

Standing a proud inch below three foot tall a halfling woman in simple garb walked into the arena.  She wears no armor and has but a simple sling, spear and holy symbol around her neck.

Ganor is impartial about most things. If given a choice between right and wrong, he'll pick the most fun, and if there's no difference, then he'll probably do the most profitable thing. More than anything else, he likes a good fight. About 6'3" and with quite a bit of muscle, he's good at it, too. He uses a falchion when he can, but he's okay with anything that takes two hands.

A Tall male human walks in, with a bow and quiver on his back. His Blonde hair and blue eyes stand in contrast with the rest of his body, and in particular his tarnished metal armour.

A large metal robot walks into the bar. With a metal physique that would be described as muscular on most humans, and a large sword and bow on his back, he looks etremally meanacing.

Walking slowly and making a lot of noise, an impressive rusted metal man enters the Labyrinth.
He wears some javelins and an imposant falchion that seems to be attached on his right arm.

The machine looks like the hasn't been repair for a long time, but he doesn't seem to really care.

He begins to scan the entire room with his glowing red eyes and says with a metallic strange creepy voice:

" I AM THE JUGGERNAULT, you can't defeat me, because I AM INDESTRUCTIBLE ! "

A very young and very short halfling (short even by halfling standards) enters the bar.  He's barely clothed, wearing some beggarly strips of fabric with a club stuck through the rope belt.  A small dinosaur follows cautiously behind, hoping for some scraps....

What seems to be a perfect red headed man walks into the twisting tunnels of the labyrinth, his skin doesn't show any sweat nor pores, his eyes are vivid purple, and his physic perfect. he wears a simple set of clothes but a single long shard of pure red crystal sticks out from his belt beside a small unused crossbow and quarterstaff. He nods then without a word shuffles off to the challenge room.

The goliath stoops to enter The Labyrinth.  Maeak-Lavae, not used to such enclosed places, settles himself by absently stroking the wolf at his side.  In a foreign tongue, Mae-Il, there are no mountains here.  The powerfully built humanoid wears the skin of a dragon upon his torso. A large knotted club hangs at his side.  A barbarian, at best, surrounded by stone, he wonders, Is this the inside of a mountain?

Grank walks into the labyrinth and says, "Grank is leaving.It was good to faceyou all in combat. Time for me to retire." Then he walks out.

Greetings, I am Chris Sabat, You will be eaten once the duel begins.

A thin, quick, and healthy looking man.  Shakamoor carries a wicked looking sickle and wears a shirt of mithral links.

Nieil walks in to the labyrinth, the most istresting thing he has is his sword. It looks like a rapier but longer and balanced. Out of a pocket you see a red cube.He wears a chain shirt, he says"prepare to be poisoned."

A pale-skinned blonde haired girl enters the Labyrinth. On her left arm is a intricately carved armlet with a dull purple gem set, while on her right arm she bears a simple wooden targe with the symbol of an eye emblazoned on it. She walks with a confident and assured air, as if she is prepared to take on any challenger she may face.

In reply to Navi (msg # 182):

A portal along the wall springs to life two humanoid creatures with yellow skin and almost flat noses step through , one of them extremely lithe looking, the other then says "Dak are you certain about this?"
The other one who seems to be Dak responds "Yes I am Master Planewalker." Then turns around and strides to the center and says as Master Planewalker returns to their home plane leaving Dak in the material plane.  "I respect you all but prepare to fall"

A scrawny, yet lithe human glides down the stairs. He wears black boots, trousers and gloves. Over his regular shirt is silvery shirt of chain, obviously mithral. Two short swords are tucked underneath his belt and not much else on his person. He had raven black hair the goes down to his neck in back and just above his eyes in the front. He has sharp, chestnut brown eyes that give way to his wit and intellect.

He arrived late as per usual. He always seemed to get lost, more a result of thoughtlessness than an inability to navigate, but that was Aaron. He had heard the the arena was full of powerful spellcasters and he couldn't wait to learn some new tricks. He hoisted his bag up a little higher on his shoulder and entered the gate. The cacophonus scene in the labyrinth was a little much, but he immediatly spotted those of true power with a quick cataloging of the rooms magic. He then walked over to the registrar and signed up. Then with a smart tip of the hat he walked over to read the fight request list. He would need to make a name for himself before he could do much of anything else.

In walks a six-and-a-half-foot tall humanoid, clad in a silvery, polished chain shirt over a simple monk's outfit. His tall frame is equally as lithe, but by his size alone, it is easy to determine that this one weighs over 200 lbs.

His longspear, though unwieldly in such quarters, is maneuvered with practiced skill as the newcomer makes his way to the registrar. Once signed in, he finds an unoccupied corner, places his longspear on the ground, avoiding any beings or furniture.

He takes a long look around at the gathered throng of combatants.

"Spark is here," he states. "Let the chaos begin."

Stepping into view is a lithe and well proportioned human dressed in a simple robes that allow him to move freely.
Mostly nondescript but for the white feathered wings that adorn his back.

Black desert robe concealmuch of this man as he walks in. His face however is complete visible, handsome  of feature he bears the tattood face of a former slave gladiator. Across his back a is slung a oval shield paited dark grey and s short spear. At his hip a bastard sword and heavy mace. It's hard to see under the cloth of his robes but he seems well built and walks with a understated grace

"So this is where the glory can be found."

A man of medium built walks into the labyrinth. He is wearing a simple woolen outfit. His black hair is tied in a simple pony-tail.


"My name is Tals. I am here to fight."

A small kobold walks into the labyrinth. He wears simple clothes of blue colors matching the bluish tint of his scales.

"I have been proven in trials by fire and lightning, now I will prove myself in trials of battle."

A second kobold, clad only in a blazing red loincloth, makes his way into the establishment. A smallish crossbow is slung over his shoulder, and his red scales glisten iridescently with the glow from the nearby torches.

"Ssssss S'sava isss arrived here, lessssser racesss. He bringsss the mighty of sssscalykind to your battlessss. Know him, and know fear!"

A muscular Dwarf with a sun bleached beard strides into the labyrinth.  His breastplate and helm look battle-tested but well maintained.  His arms are tanned and scarred.  He holds a well crafted dwarven greataxe with runes etched on the blades.  He has three spears strapped to his back that poke out over his shoulders at odd angles.  His pupils are at different states of dilation, making him look half crazed.

"Gilius the Dwarf, ready for battle."

In reply to Gilius (msg # 192)

2 glowing figures enter making faint sounds then with a flash something moves into the labyrinth.  It says I am Pluto the Shadow , I have come to claim your lives on my sword Then draws his crystalline sword for effect before sheathing it again. Only now do you now realize that it is a maenad who made this show.

Another man enters the Arena, this man is... very very anti social. Adraxi Fulcrim is a quiet, unprepossing man in his mid 20's. He has bags under his eyes which implies a lack of sleep, under his raven black trimmed hair. Adraxi possesses little special from the outlook, aside from an impressive array of weapons. Sheathed over his back is a large sword, easily the size and length of a greatsword. A dagger can be be seen in a small sheath across his torso. Belted at his waste is five throwing axes, each clipped on a harness in a style that means they can be quickly and easily removed. Finally, slung over his Greatsword his a longbow, with a small quiver of arows.

Adraxi is dressed in leather padded armour, functional over fashion. His leather jacket is reinforced in several places, shoulders, chest and lower torso. His trousers are made from tough leather. He wears a belt, which aside from his throwing axes, contains a small wand. Finally, a pair of boots cover his feet.

An animated young man strides into the Labyrinth, a birdlike tilt to his head as he regards the unfamiliar surroundings with obvious curiosity. Judging by his attire, exquisitely crafted shirt and britches of the latest style, one might think him in the wrong place, a dull-witted fop who wandered in by accident. He casts his gaze around in faint despair, before muttering to himself under his breath.

"Good grief, this place is in dire need of a clean. Surely with all the cash this place rakes in they could afford to hire a maid?"

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Bogan strode into the arena after a long absence. His shadow no longer moved on its own and Nyx, his shadow guardian also appeared to have been replaced with a small multi-colored rodent that matched the new bright colored (yet simple) robes of its master.

The symbol of Deneir, a candle with an eye in it, featured subtly on the robe's trimmings.

"Before I walked only in shadow... Now I can see all of the beautiful colors..."

A short, hooded figure entered the labyrinth, supporting his weight with a rough walking stick.  He lowered his hood, his light blue skin and rich indigo hair vibrant against his dull burlap cloak.  Besides the unusual skin color and stoic attitude, it was apparent that this creature was a Goblin.  The Goblin spread his lips, huge scars across his face compressing into wrinkles as he spoke with a scowl, "I am Theadric, the Cold.  If you wish to face me, you need only say so.  I will accept challenges from anyone."

He then sat down, clearly tired, and began to meditate.
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Before you stand a halfling dressed in ragged clothing. He would seem out of place into this arena of mighty warriors and powerful casters if one did not notice his confident stride and perfect balance.

Perfectly calm, he sits on the ground and waits for his turn in the arena.

An enormous, tattood water-orc swaggers into through the door, with a massive axe over his shoulder, a sheaf of javelins at his hip, and a suit of spiked armor.

"I'm BACK, little ones!"  He yells to everyone and no-one.  "Let's start the slaughter!"

The door to the Labyrinth swings open, as a small girl staggers through, clearly drunk despite the time of day.

"Wanna have a drinking match?"
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 02:07, Wed 07 Nov 2012.

  Striding imperiously through the Labyrinth doors, an elfin woman enters the arena.  Pausing a moment in the middle of the room to quickly glance over the other gladiaters, she smirks and starts moving toward a small table with a pair of empty chairs at it...

...Following behind Ilana is another elven maiden of the same height, build, and coloring.  It is clear these two elven maidens are sisters, perhaps even twins.  An easy smile offers stark contrast to the first maiden's sneer, though she quietly follows her sister to the table.
  Once the pair takes their seat, Lydia looks around with a sense of wonder and whispers audibly to her sister, "This is amazing!  Some of these gladiatiors are the men and women of legends!"
  Ilana barks a quick laugh and responds, "And soon, we will be counted as two of the greatest."

A frail, plain-looking halfling in simple clothes walked into the labyrinth, he fed a small piece of meat to the hawk on his shoulder and nodded to the other gladiators.

The lithe tiger-striped disciple steps within the maze.

A Tall pastey man walked in, he seemed far to at eease in this place as he picked up a chunk of flesh from the floor and fed it to the bird on his shoulder. Not much more was said as he took up his place in the arena just like hundreds of people before him had.

A portly gentlemen sporting a golden monocle and a well-trimmed beard enter the arena.
A red robe of good quality cover his impressive frame, but it is the tattoos covering his head that keeps attracting your eyes.

The only equipment he seems to be carrying is a dagger and a leather-bound book.

A tall gray looking elf with white/blond hair calmly enters the Labyrinth.

Wearing a luxurious black cape with a large gray collar, he begins to look at
everyone with snob eyes over his strange little red glasses.

Having only a single wand at his belt, he makes a long smile that makes him seems very confident.

EDIT: He seems to be paler than he was, strong perfum surround him.
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A handsome Goliath dressed in plain clothing entered the arena, looking approvingly at the ongoing tournament.

A tall human wearing chain armor enters the layrinth. He finds his room and waits for someone to fight.

Mhea'pz Hyzxk walked into the labyrinth. the tall, pale human than looked at the Crowd of people, his glowing red eyes seeming to suck the joy out of life.
"Prepare to die! Feel the rath of Solonor Thelandira!"

A large cloaked figure stalks into the arena, the only visible equipment he has is a circular obsidian medallion hanging from his neck. The figure heads straight for the bar and sits down at a table without a word to anyone.

A completely different Darrow enters the arena, replacing the departing Goliath with whom he shares a name. This Darrow is a plain clothed human, even more handsome than the Goliath had been.

A sparcely armored Halfling enters the Labyrinth. He has a wolf trailing him. "Come now Ripper. Let's look around. See what is going on around here."

Clad in little armor, Grank enters the Labyrinth. He has his wolf, Tooie in tow. He walks around and looks at the assembled fighters. Then finds his place awayfrom the rest.

Entering the Labyrinth came walking a young man on his early twenties, he looked athletic, yet not buff. He walked slowly recognizing his surroundings, he felt his body as he made a series of quick motions. "So this is my reward." He carried only a few weapons and shinning shield, for the rest his colthes were pitch black, making a sharp contrast with his fair skin and blonde hair.

A tall and lithe bird, measuring up shorter than the average human, walks in buckler and chain slung on his back. He seats himself as you hear the cheer of a crowd and a clang of metal on metal.

A young Gnome entered the labyrinth smiling a bit too much. That either meant that he was rightfully confident or had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Ahri stands at just under 4' (which isn't too bad for a Gnome). Despite his natural predisposition to small stature, he seems equipped as a melee combatant. A heavy steel shield rests against his back clanking occasionally against his chain shirt. Both a rapier and kukri rest at his hip. A small sachel-bag hugs tightly from his shoulder to his opposing side.

A slender figure wearing white, always in motion. At the base of robes the white dissolves into every color of the spectrum, threading together. The figure wears a silver mask in the form of a beautiful androgynous face with closed eyes. Occasional sounds that could be laughter come from beneath the mask. Nonetheless the figure is apparently Human, with a crossbow, dagger,  studded leather armor, and tower shield (seemingly forgotten by Sen much of the time).

A tall and well-toned man entered the room curiously. Carefully examining the room the Man seemed to make some internal decision and made a further step into the Labyrinth. He seemed sightly of place when compared to most of the other combatants in the room as Bronn carried no weapons or armor and is wearing but a simple cotton robe. A Backpack on his shoulders is the only piece of equipment he seems to have.

Smiling calmly the bald man prepared himself for the battles to come.

A white-haired halfling with a blue scar across one eye saunters into the room. She carries two daggers of fine quality at her hips, and an array of lesser blades sheathed in the vest covering her studded leather armor. A grin is plastered over her face, although from cockiness or simple joy at the promise of combat it is difficult to say.

Reentering the Labyrinth, the once portly wizard seem to have lost tremendous weight.

Still clad all in red, even his face is now covered except a single eye covered by a golden monocle.

If you come closer, you can smell a expensive cologne on him, covering the sickly sweet smell of embalming fluid...

Trudging forward as he is shoved into the Labyrinth, Anton growls and barks a curse at his aggressors.  Standing just over four feet tall, the athletic looking man is clad in a darkened steel breastplate, helm and greeves and wielding a ferocious looking weapon that had both the head of an axe and the head of a spear. Tucked in at the hip of his belt was a single metallic rod, while half a dozen belt pouches hung from the free space along the single strip of leather that wrapped his waist. Across his back lied a crossbow that showed little used with a quiver of bolts still sparkling from recent craft.

A huge goliath enters the colosseum. Tall even by his people's standard, standing at an impressive nine and a half feet with the muscles of a storm giant. A huge sword is his only possession apart from a drinking skin, both are strapped to his scarred and mottled grey back. Piercing green eyes take everything in. "I am here to prove my worth" is all he says as he strides deeper into the tunnels, a warm smile hinting at his lips.

Everyone feels the cold chill as a semi-transparent waif of a halfling drifts into the room. She holds a dagger in one hand and a glare in her eyes. She wears no armor, carries, no shield, and in fact seems very ill equipped for combat. Yet her manner belies hidden strength.

A mountain of a man wearing a chain shirt with a massive greatsword and a powerful looking longbow strapped to his back enters the Colosseum. His eyes have the narrow squint of one who has lived a lifetime of hardships and his arms are decorated with the scars to match. He looks at the other contestants milling about and nods approvingly before making his way deeper into the building.

A tall humanoid strides into the Labyrinth.  He is wearing a heavily scuffed explorer's outfit under some chain armor.    Glancing around at the others who are milling around, he sighs and says, "This doesn't look like it's gonna be easy..."  He grunts and adjusts his gear, "But that's never stopped me before."  He wanders further into the Labyrinth, eager to explore his new home.

"So another battle to join? Exactly what I'm looking for." Says the young well built human male. Wearing a studded leather vest and wielding two light weapons he moves along down into the Labyrinth waiting for his next challenge.

The sound of hooves *click-clacking* on the stone floor can signal only one thing:  Gar has arrived.  He has multiple weapons hanging from his hip and strapped to his back.  He glances around, snorts, and is soon stalking the hallways.  His footsteps echo through the Labyrinth, making it impossible to tell exactly where he is.

A small creature flies into the Labyrinth.  It looks around at the battle-test warriors and says, "You aren't going to let a little thing like me beat you up...are you?"  He snickers shrilly to himself and zips away.

A impressively built blue-skinned Orc enter the labyrinth. His loincloth wearing body is covered in ritual scarification, tribal tattoos and old battle scars.
He wears a wolf fur over his head and shoulder, the upper jaw of the dead animal hiding his eyes.

'' I am Fenris from the Wolf Clan, i have come here to hunt.''

A rough wooden club is his only weaponry and he carry it awkwardly, as if he did not use it often.

A bald-headed, scarred, cruel looking man sauntered into the Labyrinth with a devilish grin.

"Ello, lovies," he spat.  "This tha place whur we cin kill each otha wit'out worryin' our pretty lil' heads 'bout comin' back?"

He sat down at the nearest table, ordered an ale, and picked his fingernails with a small knife.  "Aye, I do think I'm gunna like it 'ere, I do."

A red Hairred Dwarf Enters. Looking for some trees to Love. he seems to be humming something that sounds a lot like Barry white.

"Hello Deer folk!, I'm here to show you all the love in mother nature"

A menacing figure enters the room. The morning light casts his shadow across every table.

After a moment of observation he sits at the bar and orders a dark ale. Green tinted skin and an ugly face reveal an half-orc mountain of a man.

A fair-haired young human woman with a petite frame enters the labyrinth. Wearing a knee-high dark dress robe, which is adorned with four, light-colored buttons on the chest. The robe is garnished with fur trimmings around her sleeve cuffs and neck. She completes her outfit by fastening a light brown belt around her waist and wears complimenting, dark brown, thigh-high boots.

As she walks through the labyrinth she gawks at all the gladiators in amazement while trying to avoid being noticed, and sits down at a table.

An elven archer enters the labyrinth she doesn't appear as menacing as the other combatants, but she takes long looks at everyone she passes looking at there weapons and wears. When she sits down she removes her large quivers and sits them next to her chair.

A sleepy looking woman wearing an enormous hat walks into the Labyrinth, narrowly avoiding a nearby wall. She wears some form-fitting chain armor and carries a heavy-looking spiked chain. A tiny link of chains formed into the shape of an hourglass hangs around her neck. She glances around blearily at the gathered gladiators, nods, then sits down to count the links on her weapon.

An elegantly dressed Sprite enters the room, apparently carrying no weapons.

"Why I can't wait to indulge in the pleasures of bloodshed and combat."

A shaggy haired, naked human walks into the arena.  Standing proudly he asks, "Who dares to fight me and my horde?"

A Large Creature barely manages to get past the front Door his face is covered with metal grafts and the creature seems to have suffered a lof in some crazed wizard's laboratory;

He lifts his razor metalic claws and says:

"Me... Beefy... ME FIGHT!!!"

The nude hairy man steps up and says, "I'll fight ya, ya beefy beast."

A rather small human girl carrying a too-large glaive over her shoulder waltzed in carrying a bottle of something strange in one hand and a small cake in the other.

Striding through the doors without a word, a pale faced man with short black hair pulls back the hood of his cloak and a smile emerges on his face when he hears the sounds of fighting and screaming.

"I could get used to this very quickly."

Garbed only in monastic robes and sandals, A Dragon with the bodily structure of a humanoid enters the through the gates. He kneels to the ground and kisses it, giving thanks to his god and raises his gaze. "Oh ye who walk the bloody path, let your blades fall low this day. In Bahamut's name, I come to cleanse you of your sins with righteous fury from above."

James "The Gatling" Buchanan enters, quieter than any mouse. He has pale skin and deep blue eyes. They kind of eyes you could get lost in. Don't be fooled, you really can get lost and lose your way. He has short unkempt hair and stands nearly six feet tall. He has a smirk that can irritate almost any being.

The pale skin and thin features make him look rather weak. And maybe he truly is, or is bluffing really well. He seems quite fond of the gear he wears. Very nice armor(metallic), gloves and cloak.

He can't remember the reason for coming, just that he is supposed to be here. "I'm Gatling, who would like to dance?" His smirk escaping for all to see.

Terranus enters the Labyrinth.  He looks like a middle-aged humanoid with golden hair and no visible weapons or armor.  His skin looks wrinkled and he has a smell about him.
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A young Goliath enters the labyrinth. He is outfitted in full plate armor, with a light shield. At his hips are both wands and potions. Carrying ogre-sized weapons such as a greatsword, a guisarme, and a composite longbow, he looks over the milling combatants. A wide smile plants itself on his face as he says Antaeus craves a challenge, and I was told I would find my fill here.

A new, slimmer, Gar enters the arena with a greatsword swung across his shoulder.  Even as a smaller minotuar, he appears much more muscle-bound than before.  He walks off with a bit more confidence than before.

A half-giant walks to the edge of the arena.
He looks about, sizing up his opponents and smiling.
He would have fun in these games. Oh how he loved to fight.

He wears no armor, no shield, he doesn't need such things. There is an almost invisible patch over one of his eyes.
A number of Large weapons hang from his body... a dagger, some javelins, a heavy crossbow, and a greatsword.
From a small sack attached to his belt a muffled clinking can be heard... probably potions.

Just as quickly as he walked in, Gar's corpse is dragged out unceremoniously on a rough litter, apparently unable to be revived after his match with Earl.

A sizeable, wild-looking humanoid walks in dragging a large greatsword.  He sniffs about before letting loose a howl that echoes through the Labyrinth.

Melvin is a small creature, a dromite. They are known for their charisma and their scent ability. Melvin, however, looks of average charisma – nothing special at all. He wears no armor, no shield, and carries no weapons. Physically he looks like he could be squashed very easily.

He wears a headband, a nearly invisible patch over his eye, a cloak, and has a sack secured to his back. There is also an orange stone that circles around his head.
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Nivian, a veteran gladiator, arrives once again in the Colosseum, entering slowly and willfully.  He has the smell of the Astral Sea on him, and has traded his youth for a more wizened outlook on the universe.  Sporting a very short, trimmed beard, graying temples, and the illustrious, hooded robes of the Priests of Nerull, Nivian makes his way to the pub to sit quietly and analyze the new and familiar faces alike.

In his eyes you can see a colder, more calculating evil than he brandished in the past, and there was something else - something that a cleric of Nerull would be expected to have - yes, this Nivian has seen death, and he has returned to spread it's treachery and wonder.

Under his indigo robes, you can make out a darkly colored, spiked breastplate, perhaps made of mithral.  His scythe is lost, instead he wields a glowing crossbow with a large bayonet.

A petite looking woman walks into the Colosseum, bearing no visible armor or weapons, unlike most of the other challengers. Instead, she bears a pouch full of material components and black cloak.

Nova is a fiery haired woman who wears a long white skirt, black shift, and a silver symbol of Kord. Appearing neither strong nor durable, she seems to be agile enough. She rubbed ehr hands together "Time to meet the contenders"

An elderly elf entered the arena. Though dressed like a drill sargent or general, Ms. Whelk was seemingly frail, holding herself up with the haft of her staff. It seemed one of the only reasons she stood tall, other than generations of discipline, was the chainmail corset that seemed to force the position upon her. With a spell component pouch at her side, a skull tipped rod looped in her belt, and a small animal hiding beneath her cloak, the woman still had an air of authority and magical power about her despite her infirmity and age.

"Let me do my part to whip this rabble of would be gladiators into shape..."

A large man, full in stature enters the Labyrinth, wolf at his side. He lets out a hearty laugh as he surveys the field of combatants. His cloak is worn and dark, and it has clearly seen many years of use. On his back he wears a Ulyssean bow and at each side, a straight sword. He appears to be in his mid-30's, with shoulder length, graying brown hair and bright green eyes, somewhat dulled to gray.

"Well, Bella, we'll have to see what manner of fighters this group is. Perhaps we'll be able to teach them a thing or two about combat!"

A short, shaved head, dark skinned man enters the labyrinth. He is dressed in simple, tight fitting robes. His eyes are wrinkled into a permanent smile.

Bonjour, les soldats! If any of you tink you can take on da mighty Achilles Pellerin, come on an' try your hand. I will give you da honor of a quick deat'

The figure meandering into the labyrinth, or if one were less inclined to use such words as meandering, shambling is an equally apt descriptor, was certainly a sight to see. His flesh was practically rotting off of his muscle and bones, seemingly held together by the very clothes on his back, or more accurately dark necromantic forces beyond the comprehension of most silly mortals, and yet his movements were very human, such as a slight swagger to his plodding steps, and his incessant winking at anything remotely feminine. Or at least, he seems to be winking. It's rather difficult to tell seeing as his eyelids appear to have been left outside the door. As he wanders through the increasingly disturbed gladiators, he appears to shout something, though his words are slightly obscured by the horrible rasping noise he makes as he forces air through his now significantly less airtight throat.

"Suck it fleshbags, Johnny Slim is back on the prowl!"

In reply to Johnny Slim (msg # 262):

As Johnny Slim moves by, a little dromite watches him in disgust.

"Absolutely detestable, it will be good when you are really dead."

In reply to Melvin (msg # 263):

Upon hearing the diminutive dromite's voice, Slim abruptly turns around to face him with a sneer. "Well, La Cucaracha, I can assure you that I am well and truly dead. Someone already beat you to the punch. But, if you wish, you are free to attempt to end me once and for all." He tilts his head inquisitively, in a way that would almost certainly have broken his neck were he still alive. "I can't imagine you'll be particularly filling, but I'll take what I can get. Unless you're too much of a coward to back up those words, little roach." He bows mockingly in the direction of Melvin.

Jazal reals in disgust at the sight of the undead that is Johnny Slim. "Vile creature! You shall be destroyed this day! By the power of Bahamut vested in me, you shall be vanquished by my hand!"

Ilithyia Whelk re-entered the arena from her most recent loss dressed in full military garb and looking ready for her own funeral. She seemed as at peace as a statue though she moved gracefully, looking almost healthier than before save for the loss of color in her skin and hair and her seeming lack of breath.

Riven strides into the labyrinth, her short legs taking her far farther than her diminutive figure would suggest. She has a generally pleasant face, but her eyes hold strange depths within them, seeming almost otherworldly. On her back is a massive sword, seemly mismatched with the rest of her demeanor and vibrating with strange energies. With a spring in her step, she begins scanning the competition to see who she wishes to fight.

Errol re enters the labyrinth ((Wait, when did he leave?)), this time wielding a spear, looking somewhat... feral?

Thorn Fury re-enters the arena...

Still in his large black robe, he seems stronger and bigger than he was before.

Slowly walking like a snake in the crowd of gladiators, he wears a white
mask with strange complex reptile-like signs apparently wrote with blood.

He doesn't talk to anyone but seems to watch everybody with intrigued eyes. The only thing we can hear is a nasty whistle behind his strange mask.

Holding a glowing falchion, a guisarm and composite bow ins his back, he seems to be a dangerous opponent.

Gideon enters the labyrinth at a moderate, deliberate pace. His fullplate armor is well maintained and polished, though it still shows signs of use. At one side of his waist rests a longsword. Latched to the other side are a few potions within easy reach. His heavy steel shield is slung across his back when not in use. For a moment, he simply stood there and casually observed the others and their interactions with one another.

A strange dwarf prowled into the arena. Draped in monster furs, eyes shining with intelligence. A dwarf surviving against all odds...

Hawkflight had little more than a walking stick, satchel, and stones.

In a burst of light, the gates of the labyrinth open. From this light steps a rather luminescent being whith a bow in one hand and a falchion at it's back. It's head floats a few inches above its body and it is clad in simple robes.

It's speaks with the voice of a woman, though it's form is neutral and bears no indication weather it is male or female.

"I am Soluna Syzygy and I come to this world to bring both light and darkness. Those who would deny the cycle of light and dark, deny the very cycle of of reality itself."