With his perpetual scowl firmly in place, Bardus went about gathering the asked for weapons and armor. Serving women helped the combatants dress, the cells were resealed, and then they waited. It didn't take long before a prickling could be felt along your skin, the air heavy as though a thunderstorm were about to come. Sigils began to glow high up within the stone walls themselves, and suddenly you are somewhere else.<br/><br/>Where the last arena had been brilliant white marble, this one was dreary dark stone. The chamber was large, the grayish-black stone blocks it was constructed from forming the floor and walls, giving the entire place a tomblike appearance. Torches guttered from sconces along the walls.<br/><br/>Along the north wall rose a wooden balcony, about forty feet above the floor with a railing along its edge. Stairs at either end ascended to grant access, the balcony overlooking the chamber.<br/><br/>More ominously, chains hung from the ceiling, draping all the way to the floor. They were spaced out by about twenty feet apart, descending from the dark, unseen ceiling. Some wafted gently, their ends scraping against the stone floor.<br/><br/>This is where you find yourself, the combatants spread through the chamber. Aryn and Alissia are atop the balcony at opposite ends. Standing about on the floor below are the others, Morgash, Dusek, and Red.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------<br/>ARYN                                           ALISSIA<br/>--------------------------------------------------<br/>----                                                  ----<br/>---                                                    ---<br/>--                                                      --<br/>MORGASH<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>DUSEK                                             RED<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"You son-of-a-bitch!" the redhaired warrior suddenly cried out. She was looking down at herself in shock, and for good reason. Instead of her plate armor, she wore a skimpy chainmail bikini. The top barely held her prodigious bosom, and the bottom was just enough to cover her. In her hand was not the halberd from before, but a common kitchen spoon. She cast this down to the floor in disgust.<br/><br/>