She was handing out bread in one of the underdeveloped parts of the city when the strange force overtook her. It would have been beautiful if she didn’t find it so frightening; though it was over almost as quickly as it had begun. As her vision cleared she saw that the sight before her was both marvellous and horrifying; a great structure accompanied by an appropriate crowd encompassed her and many other beings within this arena-like stage. She found it laborious to stand, she opted to instead stay kneeling and tuck away the single loaf she had yet to give inside of her robes. As she sat a man and an orc rushed toward each other, they had the look of battle in their eyes. In the blink, a globe of light encased both the combatants. She watched as a incredible flame began to stir within the shielded area. She covered her mouth to stifle a scream as the two individuals were burn away to ash. After a prolonged moment the light vanished, leaving nothing behind but the scorched remains. She hung her head low. As her mind raced she noticed they all seemed to be standing on the same ashy surface. Before she could move on to the next thought a voice entered her mind, she had some limited mental protections but apparently they were not enough to dissuade this mysterious force.<br/><br/><strong><em>“Welcome to the Battle Arena. You have been selected because of your skills in battle and have been chosen to test your mettle in the ultimate battle arena of the planes. We have but one rule. You enter into the battle and only one leaves the victor. Prepare yourself for your battle begins now.”</em></strong><br/><br/><em>“Skills in battle?”</em>she thought to herself.<em>“True I’ve abilities to deal with violence, but I’ve never harmed a soul in my life! Why am I here?”</em><br/><br/>She didn’t have time to ask anyone her questions; the ground beneath her had given way, and begun to teraform into a new landscape. The first thing she noticed was the sunlight. As far as she could see there was nothing but sand and rocks, it wasn’t exactly like the deserts of her homeland. The dunes she had known were harsh to be sure, but there was always opportunity for hope. She didn’t get that feeling from this place. How could it be so bright, and yet feel so dark? In the distance she could see a sand cloud being kicked up. Again the voice entered he mind.<br/><br/><strong><em>“Welcome to the wastelands of despair, where no being leaves unscarred. Prepare yourself the battle begins soon.”</em></strong><br/><br/>She almost laughed.<em>“While at least the name fits…”</em>She mumbled to herself.<br/><br/>Suddenly panic overtook her as the reality of the situation began to dawn. She had a hard time making out who her opponent was, either way she needed to hide. She quickly ran to the nearest rock and attempted to hide behind it. Hopefully she hadn’t been spotted. Silently she made herself invisible with a spell so as not to give away her position. After she had finished she knelt, and waited.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Actions:</span></strong><br/>Move: Move towards the closest rock within 30 ft. and hide check  (Result: 15) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32602)<br/><br/>Action: Cast Silent Invisibility on self<br/>