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."