A very large, bone white coliseum lies here. The souls of long dead fighters rest here and perhaps intensify the feelings of battle and blood lust. A single figure stands out in the midst of the coliseum. It was a he. Of course, what he was doing there, no one knew. He readied himself for the worst of the ghastly figures that lay in the dark remnants of the inner chambers, rotting for an eternity. The very coliseum was hot, and the sand radiated heat, sapping the strength of the lesser competitors on the field. There, at the North end of the field, stood a vast oaken door, with the tendency of staying shut, probably because of the iron bars that clad them. They rocked on their hinges as creatures unknown threw a barrage of strikes upon it.
A question remains, Do you want to join the Lone warriors side? OR be on the creatures on the side?