<span style="text-decoration: underline">Braxton</span><br/>He looked down at his wrist and saw he had a similar tattoo, only his was the nine of clubs. "How did I not see this before?" Braxton looked back at Lillie's mark before his gaze returned his own. "Do we all have these?"<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Teague</span><br/>Feeling as good as new, Teague sat up, checking his body hastily through his bloody clothes before looking at the woman who had saved his life. "Thank you! I thought I was dead for sure... How could I repay you for this? I don't have much money, but I'm a hard worker and will do anything you need me to do miss."<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Ryker</span><br/>"That was amazing," said Ryker, having given up trying to stop her bleeding when he realized her own body was healing. He jumped slightly at the sound of her spine realigning, not expecting it. Hearing the sound of the new guy demanding answers, he looked up and saw he was talking to the guy who'd given him the card the previous night. Ryker wanted answers as well, but the girl in his arms was obviously still weak, so he continued to hold on to her, intending to stay with her until she got her strength back.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Wryn</span><br/>"Everyone just<span style="font-style: italic">calm down</span>," said Wryn as the people started to crowd around him, the last two words aimed mainly at Cassius and Acteon. He looked back momentarily when he heard Brooke's spine snapping and, once he saw she was healing just fine, he returned his attention to the crowd. "I know you all have questions. 'Where am I? How'd I get here? Who's that handsome devil that's talking?'," he said, glancing at Penn and Lillie with a grin at the last question. "Well I'll try and answer your questions as best I can, all I ask is that you hold your questions until I'm done talking." Wryn took a deep breath and let it out slowly.<span style="font-style: italic">And so it begins...</span><br/><br/>"Your life as you know it is over. You've been chosen to prove yourself worthy to the gods, to try and impress them enough that they want you in their servitude. Every fifty years, the gods hold a competition that brings fifty-two unsuspecting people together to fight for a place among the gods. As a consolation prize, every one of you has been gifted with immortality; however, whether you spend your eternity locked away as one of the Damned or not is dependant on the gods. Win or lose, the gods couldn't care less. They aren't looking for champions, they're looking for traits. Each god and goddess have certain traits they look for, traits they value in their followers and servants. The competitors are chosen by a very special deck of cards: Lephir's Deck. The cards were forged from the blood of the four Damned gods, endowing the cards with their abilities. Able to sense the qualities the gods seek, the cards pick the person,<span style="font-style: italic">not me</span>," he stressed, looking at Acteon. "I'm just the messenger. Now, once the card activates, the person will find themselves transported to a vast, ever-changing arena. In other words, for the time being, welcome to your new home," Wryn said, bringing his arms up from his sides to indicate the arena.<br/><br/>"You may notice that there obviously aren't fifty-two people here. Truth is, the deck has been split in half. The other people are at a different arena doing the same thing you are. Now," he said, looking around at everybody, "questions?"<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Anthony</span><br/>He stared at Wryn in a dumbfounded silence, trying to process all this new information.<span style="font-style: italic">Gods? What gods?</span>