The Sabratha, arena of Nazerak
A narrow brick lined passage wound beneath the sands covering Nazerak. A stream of sewage ran down its center which transformed at night into a stream of clear fresh water. Into this tunnel through the city center crept reptilians, known as sleestaks or suss-suss-surrans in their hissing tongue. They were slain and having cleared the tunnels, the champions of the White Rose made their way towards the arena for their gladiatorial debut. It was their honor, their burden to be chosen as the champions of the White Rose, who called upon the ancient right of challenge by combat to decide ownership of the arena. The characters had learned that morning that they would be up against the jackal men, who call themselves the tribe of Flind, worshipers of the wind. The flind were a mercenary tribe in the pay of the Half Elf Consortium and they would be their opponents.
A great combat was thus decided upon. The victors of the match would claim the arena as their own, and the defeated claimant would relinquish all claims to the property. The White Rose had only recently risen to leadership of the divided peoples of Nazerak, and this was her first step towards reclaiming the ruler-ship of the city and beginning the reconstruction. Meanwhile the Half Elf Trade Consortium of House Sylvanus, out of the fortified town of Altaruk , many long leagues to the south, wanted to establish a colony or suburb in hopes of pillaging ruined Nazerak of her wealth,
An ancient stooped elf stood in the center of the arena acting as master of ceremonies as the crowds gathered to either side. He was an elf peddler in th epay of the consortium and 10 elven arrows were always strung and aimed his directyion. In the meantime he anounced the nights events and took wagers, and hosted minor contests. One flind offered a single duel to first blood for the honor of setting up first. Thokk strode out to fight him, but after a furious assualt, he had only worn down the flind war fang, who finally with a slash of his sword, drew the blood of Thokk. The half orc was furious. Poppy and Tara both put up items of wealth, which the old peddler bargained for, offering 15% for the potion of stone to skin, and 65 gold for Poppys item. Each of them later collected twice that sum in ceramic golds and collected after the fight.
Flind of the Wind Tribe
The undead ogre stood in the middle of the field, and in a line in front of it front were the three soldiers, the flind war fangs who wore armor of hardened black ceramic and fought with wooden long swords edged in obsidian shards. Behind the ogre was another flind who wore robes made entirely of tiny rattling bones. He controlled the undead ogre, and more His first act of the night was to cast a necromantic spell. As he danced and howled, bones boiled up out of the sand of the arena floor to form into hyena skeletons, and a skin of cold slowing mist surrounded them. Four of these appeared and every few seconds he would call another. These undead hyena gave the flind a numerical advantage and contributed to keeping the party from grouping up and focusing their fire.
The soldiers Gravitated to the toughest of their enemies. THokk had 2 on him, and he was the first to draw blood in the battle, slashing open the chest of the flind who had bested him earlier. As his axe shaved the hide off one of the jackals he fought, the crimson blood splashed into the sand and seconds later a rumbling became a sudden shifting, quaking in the sand. Thorny shrubs with blade sharp leaves sprang up all over the sandy floort of the srena. Stranger things have been known to happen in Sabratha, arena of Nazerak. Its ties to the elements were strong,
Meanwhile Sharia Princess of Flame fought toe to toe with another. The princess was a haughty lass, but she brought enthusiasm to the battle and delighted whenever one of her blows struck – oftentimes calling out to her team-mates or the crowd. She soon had the crowd on its feet cheering as she made a graceful yet killing blow against her opponent.
The druid launched a full on assault against the Flind Chosen and the spectral hyenas. They were well matched as the Shadow Panther Lady used her primal energies agasint the Wind Shaman and his elemental, necromantic forces. They fought one against the other for the entire battle and the druid brought out her shadow panther spirit to contend with the ever increasing hyena spirits. Into this mess Tara and her lions sprung, but the ogre would disrupt the elf rangers plans. Its long club swung out and knocked Tara into the shard briars and the clinging, tearing branches injured the elf. The lions were no match for the ogre and with two swings of its club, they were both done in.
Poppy was first to strike the beast and she dodged hyena spirit and flind war fang to get to the ogre, and finally with a mighty hewing of her great sword, she struck the undead horror in twain. This led to another round of wild cheering of applause from the crowds, and Poppy gave a slight bow and wink to the crowd. The adulation was short lived however as the undead ogre rose behind her, its two halves each tottering up to slap together and fuse with the black magic of necromancy. The great club was still in its hand and it swung and knocked everybody near him.
It was here Sharia leapt forward and with her own mighty cleaving, split the undead ogre in two. First Poppy had drawn a line down it , and now Sharia quartered it horizontally with a sweep of her mighty scimitar. Her mad dash across the field and slaying of the ogre was only incidental to her rush to the aid of Thokk, however, who was slowly sinking to his knees under the onslaught that surrounded him. Sharia slew the ogre, leapt over its corpse and threw her arm around Thokk as he fell. Her touch aided him with the healing powers of the spirit of the flame.
This gave the elven ranger the opportunity to quiickly pull her bow and fire. Arrows rained down on the field striking all of the remaining desert jackals. Then Tara launched one special arrow that struck the shaman right between the eyes, felling him. The crowd went wild.
High Templar Insadorus
As governor of this region and High Templar to the Sorcerer King of Tyr, I demand an accounting of what transpires here this night! The man looked furious and he shook his fist as he shouted. Meanwhile the three companions with him pulled out their weapons and fanned out around him.
