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They lied about me in the presentation from The Voice of the Arena, a trained actor public speaker that upsells the events and fighters, recaps dramas and feuds.
I’m a Gladiator.
Child of a “Wildling” Wildspace is some region that’s nature abundant they’re trying to invade and consume. Thraxis is a Runelord Empire ruled by the most powerful Runic Emperor ever Swayne.
What he has bound to him…people are scared shitless of.
He can’t be killed.
See Runelords power is they bind and steal life. Like all magic shit less if forced more if willing and in Thraxis Nobles buy children to bind, long lived slave races and the Runelords powerful enough to bind demons and worse.
I grew up here, found in the streets a ratling found me and sold me for a a trip to the arena.
Thraxia is always grinding, always at war, work, build, weapons, ship, feed the empire anything in their path.
I was a labour slave on the wheels making power or water or butchering dead arena beasts and cleaning up dung.
The Arena is where Swain’s Beast’s are military creations tested here some kept as house favourites even if in service. Biologicals or Golems, Devises or “Bots”.
I got mauled in this serious deja vu moment as a tiger bot went haywire and was going to kill the slave girl that carries fruit to the cells.
I like my fruit, unless you’re a named fighter, you’re pickings are…Broth…and bread, beans or something like that and leftovers depending on the arena fighter, they can feast with their live beast kills and rich Thraxians pay to party.
Something kicked in and I lost it and we were claws to claw as I fought and my eyes changed an the more and more until I was in wildform as a big tyger and fought and shredded the thing on the arena floor and passed out as they cheered.
I woke up a named fighter, Tyger.
I was moved to the Night pits a weeding them out training mall where were are in nightly arena matches in undercard fights to get the ranking and experience to be a name.
When the fights aren’t going on morning and afternoon training is allowed to be watched and there are die hards.
Swayne pushes his empire with meritocracy and reward with the biggest carrot of all…lifespan…swearing to him and rising to where he says the empire needs you and binds a life to you as a non-runelord.
It was already bad in generations before Swayne but he is so powerful and smart he has a cult of most of his culture following him like the black winged bastard that he is and think he’s their whole world view.
Three years in the night fights and training and learning my shift and things and they do think I’m a Wildspacer somehow, but I still knew nothing about fighting and surviving and from nine to twelve was training and then two years of travel fights on the circuit and I thrived out there way less rules, more freedom and more privacy as things go and sure did those things for awhile but I worked on moves and tricks and my shift and figuring out little things that unlocked other things.
Magic no one had seen before was in my mind and I could use it to grow? Weapons and armour and power them like an aura user.
Fifteen and I’m back where I started in Thraxus Capital city island and Ravenguard floating over everything as I walk with all the other new bloods into the Grand Thraxian Arena.
A Lifetime of deja vu and questions and just maybe I’ll find answers.
I’m a Gladiator.
Child of a “Wildling” Wildspace is some region that’s nature abundant they’re trying to invade and consume. Thraxis is a Runelord Empire ruled by the most powerful Runic Emperor ever Swayne.
What he has bound to him…people are scared shitless of.
He can’t be killed.
See Runelords power is they bind and steal life. Like all magic shit less if forced more if willing and in Thraxis Nobles buy children to bind, long lived slave races and the Runelords powerful enough to bind demons and worse.
I grew up here, found in the streets a ratling found me and sold me for a a trip to the arena.
Thraxia is always grinding, always at war, work, build, weapons, ship, feed the empire anything in their path.
I was a labour slave on the wheels making power or water or butchering dead arena beasts and cleaning up dung.
The Arena is where Swain’s Beast’s are military creations tested here some kept as house favourites even if in service. Biologicals or Golems, Devises or “Bots”.
I got mauled in this serious deja vu moment as a tiger bot went haywire and was going to kill the slave girl that carries fruit to the cells.
I like my fruit, unless you’re a named fighter, you’re pickings are…Broth…and bread, beans or something like that and leftovers depending on the arena fighter, they can feast with their live beast kills and rich Thraxians pay to party.
Something kicked in and I lost it and we were claws to claw as I fought and my eyes changed an the more and more until I was in wildform as a big tyger and fought and shredded the thing on the arena floor and passed out as they cheered.
I woke up a named fighter, Tyger.
I was moved to the Night pits a weeding them out training mall where were are in nightly arena matches in undercard fights to get the ranking and experience to be a name.
When the fights aren’t going on morning and afternoon training is allowed to be watched and there are die hards.
Swayne pushes his empire with meritocracy and reward with the biggest carrot of all…lifespan…swearing to him and rising to where he says the empire needs you and binds a life to you as a non-runelord.
It was already bad in generations before Swayne but he is so powerful and smart he has a cult of most of his culture following him like the black winged bastard that he is and think he’s their whole world view.
Three years in the night fights and training and learning my shift and things and they do think I’m a Wildspacer somehow, but I still knew nothing about fighting and surviving and from nine to twelve was training and then two years of travel fights on the circuit and I thrived out there way less rules, more freedom and more privacy as things go and sure did those things for awhile but I worked on moves and tricks and my shift and figuring out little things that unlocked other things.
Magic no one had seen before was in my mind and I could use it to grow? Weapons and armour and power them like an aura user.
Fifteen and I’m back where I started in Thraxus Capital city island and Ravenguard floating over everything as I walk with all the other new bloods into the Grand Thraxian Arena.
A Lifetime of deja vu and questions and just maybe I’ll find answers.
