"Hey Krumm!"
 Josep called from across the room and sipped his ice-cold spirit.

  "Why don't you come over here so we can discuss your joining the Alliance? We could use a solid frame like yours."

Krumm snapped his head around towards Josep.

"Solid?"

Krumm stormed over towards Josep. "This 'frame' is weak. The others in the arena have proven it with their own strength, you have seen it. I need to... I must get stronger."

Scurrying onto the sidelines comes a rather peculiar individual: a feline woman, garbed in black with a distinctly Eastern sword strapped to her back. She seems somewhat irate, although it's rather difficult to tell, seeing as only her eyes are visible as she scampers around seemingly at random, much like a domestic kitten chasing a piece of string or something.

Ugrim's ears are perked at the sound of the roaring crowd. Pushing past the crowd, ugrim peers out onto the main event stage and finds his Guildmaster, Latro once more at odds with Hiro. He crosses his arms and spirts to his left, not really caring if there are people there or not.

"Ugrim be surprised if Master Latro best puny dwarf. Puny dwarf is trickier than master thinks he is."

Brakt paces back and forth on the bench he stood on, glaring around him.  He had been held up outside the Arena for days before the guards had eventually relented that a gnome could be allowed within.  Now that he was inside though, everyone seemed to be avoiding him.  With a quick jump, he launched himself from the bench he was perched on to the top of the bar, and with a glare from the barkeep, poured himself a drink before perching back on his bench again.

Looking down at his diminutive frame, he sighed.  "I'm not that scary am I?"

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As Haran moves and shifts down the arena like a shadow, he sees the newcomer Brakt. Ignoring the crowd around him, Haran walks up to the diminutive figure. “How are you enjoying your time in the arena?” It only took one look at Haran to know he obviously didn’t care. He had a purpose other than niceties. He was a sorcerer after all. “Listen, Brakt is it? You need a match and I need to become the champion. Why don’t we help each other out?” As Haran waited for Brakt to accept his offer, only a smile could be seen beneath Haran’s hood. “What do you say…friend?”
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Brakt's green eyes flared at the words and as his foot crashed down upon the bench, he seemed to almost pass through the solid wood, standing before the human, just above his knee.
"No sorcerer yet has ever been a friend, and I doubt one ever will!  Chose the terms and post the challenge then, and your loss shall be on your own head."

Seeing the druid's foot go through the wood, Haran remarks with a smile, “Revealing your tricks already?” This creature was hot-headed and foolish. “Excellent.” Haran thought. He could use this to his advantage. “Wonderful!” He says aloud. “I suppose I’ll see you in the arena friend. Be prepared gnome.” Haran then backs away. While moving through the crowd he thinks of the druid’s words. Haran? Lose? He smiled again.

The human didn't know the half of it.  Moving himself back up to the bench which was nearly twice as tall as he was, Brakt reached a hand into his pocket and sighed.  Some things he hated, but he needed every advantage he could get, while he still had the element of surprise.  He thought about retorting after the mage, but such a futile action would only cause more trouble then it was worth.  Instead, he sunk his head into his hands and stared out over the arena, waiting for his name to be called.

Having watched the whole thing from nearby, Chicchuan casts the Gnome a sidelong glance, his tail swishing lightly as he comments, "Sorcerers and Wizards are a tricksy lot, so it's no surprise you're not fond of them. I'm sure as Hell not fond of them, as I was completely obliterated by a pair of them." He pauses, snarling softly at the memory of his utterly humiliating defeat in his Battle Royale before continuing, "But you Druids are just as tricksy, if not more so."

"How about something more straightforward then?"

Ranuth leaps down from the Rafters above. "Nothing flies straighter than an arrow!"  The Vanara laughs playfully at the Lizardman. "C'mon, you'll get a thrill from it, brute!"

Quirking an eyeridge as he turns to face the Vanara, Chicchuan scowls slightly. "'Brute,' you say. Sounds as though I need to teach you just how 'brutish' I can be..."

In the corner of a cell sits Angazudu anxiously picking at his thumb nail muttering quietly

"Dark blood clicking like an ill winded fog when it builds up itself"

Shifting into a skitter he slides forward and stares at the others

"Blood drinking braggarts and minor rapscallion full of fermenting bees and honey!!"

He shouts loudly when he sees no one looking back, dropping back down to a sit and going back to muttering

"Sick smarmy puppies of holy water ail....."

A small goblin walked into the bar that was full of other gladiators and with a little dramatic flair, jumped onto the nearest table, hoping to grab there attention.

"You may know me as the cold goblin or perhaps the number one style of goblin flavoured dinofood. I appear before you not as a fellow gladiator, but as a manager of talent. While I will accept new clients, I am here to represent my newest charges. Thumock, the gnoll 'samurai', and Saivran Drascus, the abyssal shield maiden.... oh sorry, I keep doing that, I meant to say 'the abyssal shield champion'... are looking for combatants to test their skills against. In a somewhat related note, I would like to remind you all that the Shadow's Caress is always looking for new..... *cough* minions *cough*..... comrades in our fight against the tyranny of ethics and the every present do-gooders of society. You may find me at the Shadow's Caress guild hall to request my services or to challenge my clients to a bout in the arena."

With his speech done, Ghavakus leapt down from the table and proceeded to leave the premises. His job was over now for the time being, he simply had to wait for someone to respond.

A crashing sound could be heard after Ghavakus’ speech. The spectators saw Bruhli standing beside a smashed table. “GET BACK HERE!!!” he yelled after Ghavakus! Bruhli was already in a rage. The gall of those warriors to send a messenger to issue their challenges. No! If they wanted to fight, they should have come and challenged him directly!  Bruhli had fought alongside of Thumock before when they vanquished their foe. Perhaps he could fight. “I WILL FACE ANY ONE OF THE COWARDS YOU HAVE JUST MENTIONED!!! LET THEM COME FORTH!!!” Clenching his hands into fists Bruhli yelled "I AM TRULY LEGENDARY!!!” His booming voice could be heard throughout the corridors.

In walks a well dressed and propper looking Dwarf of 4ft with a flowing fire red beard.  Grunyar starts to interduce himself " Good day all, I am Grunyar Fangblood and am honored to be accepted into your ranks.  I come from a long line of nobility and will one day be the champion of this areana.  Until then I hope to put up a challenge worth remembering."   He walks to the bar and orders a tankard of ale tiping generously the bar keep and whispers "Who is looking for a duel my last was fun I hope it was a good show my next I hope to be even more challenging?"

With a loud and boisterous voice, the arena's wardens and overseers announce changes to the arena's rules as well as new up-and-coming gladiators who have joined in the past few months.

The bloodthirsty crowd eagerly awaits the next battle as many of the combatants remain hidden in the shadows of the dungeons and hallways beneath the sidelines.

Now comes the time when each gladiator, both warrior and mage alike, will decide if they have what it takes to face the dangers of the coliseum.

 Josep pushed the door to the arena tavern for the first time in days. Since Lispro had left, actually. The mage was changed... for one thing he had abandoned his focus on Ice to play with Fire. And his classical wizardry training for a more intuitive sorcery approach.

 He ordered a scorching hot beverage and went straight to Latro Dectus' table. People were moving out of the way. Josep had been temperamental as a wizard, no one wanted to know what he'd be like as a crazed sorcerer.

  "Latro," he said in way of greeting.

 Even outside the arena, the eerie aura of despair cast by the dark paladin was unsettling.
  "Three of your guys versus three of mine. Octavo, no preparation, no immunities, no rules."

 He sat down, facing Shadow's Caress infamous Guildmaster. Downed in one sip his burning drink without a wince. Waved the waiter for two more, one for him and one for Latro.
  "What do you say?"

Latro sat at the table after the free for all match, a look of pleasure on his face. The appearance of Joseph Gavinho was a surprise to the antipaladin and his smile changed to one of mild discontent. Upon hearing the sorcerer's offer, Latro's grimaced. To Joseph's surprise, Latro's human features seems to be fading away, transforming slowly back into what he once was: A Drow elf. howwever the transformation was not yet complete and the skin of a human was still dominant in Latro's blood.

"As much as it would please me to see your forces defeated, Ugrim, Myself, and Opal are the only members of my guild that are still within the walls of the Arena. Ghavakus and Gukulka have decided to take Thumok on some ridiculous side quest in search of fabled lima beans or some such and i do not anticipate they will return in 20 days time when the arena closes it's doors to those that have not changed with the times. Normally i would applaud such chaotic behavior, but in this situation, should they return, the will receive a fierce lashing at my hands."

Latro sighs and infuses his hard ale with a vile touch of corruption, cursing the alcohol with dark energy and drinks it without so much as flinching.

"It pains me to say this, but i must decline your offer. At least until I can muster more underlings to send against your underlings."

Standing from the table and retrieving his scythe, Latro begins walking out of the tavern. "Until then, let us concentrate or larger goals. We have a meeting with Grand Master Hiro in the coming days and though I detest him with every ounce of my being, his allegiance will be necessary if we are to hunt down and slay our quarry."

 Josep sighed.
  "I'm disappointed... but then I expected to be."

 He stood and followed Lactro to meet with Hiro and discuss their coming fight.

"Then why did you bother asking?" Latro scoffs Josep. "You will get your guild war in time, sorcerer, but only when i have attracted enough followers to my side."

It was a good day to be monk! Maelstrom started his day with deep meditation. Once he was fully awake, he did his stretches and then went to his punching bag which had Ugrim’s face on one side and Abram Featherleaf’s on the other. “I wonder what happened to that guy?”

Afterward, it was his routine to go to the arena and watch the other gladiators fight. But as he was leaving his guild, he saw Latro and Josep. “What brings you to the School of the Voiceless Dragon? Have you guys finally come to seek wisdom? If not, how about a fight? Master Hiro is busy. You and me Gavinho! You are one of the best casters we have here. You would do me much honor to fight you here and now.” Maelstrom then looked to the sky and breathed softly. He'd rather sit in the stands and cheer on the others, but he was a gladiator after all. It was a fine day to turn into a popsicle. “It’s always better to face your fears head on. Bring it!”

"We seek your master." Latro says very matter of factly. "We have little time for distractions. Lead us to him and I might consider leaving this establishment in one piece."

Latro's discontent was palpable and his desire to be anywhere but at the School of the Voiceless Dragon even more so. However, as Hiro was Campion of the Arena, any meetings that were to be done with him were required to be held in his own sanctum least any ill attempts were made at the belt outside of arena competition rules.

"Ahh, Latro, Josep! I have been expecting you!" Hiro boomed from a doorway on the far side of the dojo.

"Little birds have told me you seek my help in slaying some great beast?"

"A deplorable situation to be certain," Latro says as he makes his way to the door where Hiro's voice echos from. "And one I would rather not be in. However, as House Magna has since disbanded ever since i overthrow Olmar and took his seat and Lispro has sought other accomplishments, you and Josep are the only other two guildmasters left in the arena, leaving us with little options left."

Latro casts Josep a glance as he makes his way to Hiro's chambers, Latro's features having slowly becoming more Drow than human in less time it took the two to walk from the Tavern to the School of the Voiceless Dragon than since Latro's first i'll fated bought with hiro for the championship nearly two years ago.