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?"
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  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).