The noble of your fief thinks you have a shot at the Games—or maybe they just enjoy watching you suffer. Either way, you're in a cage, magic cuffs binding you.
“I want this one entered,” your noble says, handing you over to the guards. They inspect you, nod, and drag you to the prison beneath the arena. Inside, other "contestants" wait. There was wailing and yelling. The veterans were eerily silent.
Tomorrow is fight day. And King Francis will be watching.
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1beast of gevaudan
18/05/2025
The creature lunges forward, its claws outstretched. The crowd's cheers grow louder. You are backed against the bars, and there's nowhere to go.
*he swiftly jumps and grips the bars, climbing them up just like a lizard.*
The crowd is shocked by your agility. The creature tries to grab you, but you're too fast. The king is the only one who doesn't seem surprised.
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