Thread: Unbreaking the beast (AidenxDawnShadows)

The land of Alduin is ripe with fighting, war and death. There is no King to rule over the people as each town governs themselves. Laws change at the drop off a hat as you travel between territories and minor battles between small groups of men is as common as the weather. There is only one law among all of the free-men, elves and beasts are not one of them. The small fragile elves, originally from the forests, are bred as servants to their masters, more as a decoration than a being. They take care of the house hold and children while the master is away. Those lucky enough to be of extraordinary beauty are groomed for shows and put on display like pieces of art to be judged. Beasts, on the other hand, are thought to be mindless animals that are only useful when they are tearing the flesh of another beast. The origin of these creatures is unknown, but their prowess in battle is feared. If not for arms and armor, man may not have been able to domesticate these wild ones so easily. Most beasts are locked in a cage when not training for their next tournament, although some that show the strongest loyalty act as guards for their masters. The town of Furian was no different to the rest of the world, ripe with an arena and coastal trade. It is here that shipments of new slaves trade hands often. Although not as rich of a town as Sevar, it has been able to prosper on its own well enough. But not everyone in Furian liked the way life was. Rowen , a small time gambler and full time hermit was one of these people. He despised the idea of owning another life to do his bidding. He lived in a small house on the edge of town, always keeping out of the way of the crowd. This wasnt to say he was never seen, in fact he was quite well known around the arena. He had a knack for seeing something in the fighters that no one else could. When the odds were against a smaller beast, he could tell if they would win or not. This was how he made his money to survive, and often would find himself at the wrong end of an angry blade. He easily can hold his own in a fight between swords, and only has a few scars to show of fighters that had gotten the upper hand. But all of this changed when the arena had a special day, a grand tournament was held at the coastal town, and Rowen couldnt pass up the chance to make more money. What he didnt know however, was that there was a special event before the final battle. The announcer belted but his name and demanded he come down to the center. There he stood, pulling his hood tighter over his head as he stared up at the announcer. His crystal blue eyes darkened at the unwanted attention. You have shown a great aptitude for betting in this arena. Because of your skills, we were able to hold this grand tournament here today. As gratitude from your Mayor and you fellow town folk, we would like to present to you with this token of our appreciation. Rowen looked behind him as he saw two heavy armored guards coming out into the arena, each with a small rope in their hands. He knew what was at the other end of those ropes, and the thought burned his blood. However, with such a public event, he knew he couldnt just get rid of it now. He sighed as his gift was presented to him.