Raina began glancing through her things, checking her bowstring, and taking a quick glance at her spellbook as she listened to Talen.  As she began to slip her clothes and armor back on, a strangely intelligible yet armored ogre entered the room.<br/><br/>"Me Grog, I am the Arena Master." the ogre calmly introduces itself then begins what starts to seem like a practiced speech, "The great Lord Galen bids you welcome.  You have agreed to compete in a special competition with the following conditions...  First, there shall be no attempts to escape or otherwise get out of this competition.  Doing so shall result in your deaths.  Your belongings have been returned to you, and may be used in this competition in any manner you see fit; but again any attempt to escape or get out of this competition will result in your immediate deaths.  Second, as this is a special competition, we are allowing the usage of magic and psionics however, again any usage of such powers in an attempt to escape will result in your death.  You may only use such powers during the competition or in preparation for the competition.  And lastly, this shall be a series of ten battles.  If you win, as promised you shall be set free.  Lose any of them and of course, you shall be nothing more than corpses on the Arena floor."  it pauses a moment looking at each of you then it asks, "Do you have any questions?"