Thread: (Pathfinder: The Leacherous Arena)  Ch 1. The Pure and the Profane

Three individual women, captured by the most devious of methods, would be brought into an arena to fight for the pleasure of an emperor. Was this some new world order that the girls were being sold or enslaved to? Each one was a Paladin and they were from the most diverse of backgrounds. Catarina was an Aasimar, her Amethyst colored eyes being the most easily seen identifier of her Celestial nature. While out on a training mission with the rest of her order, Catarina would be betrayed as best she could tell as all she felt was a large object slam into her head from behind knocking her out cold. Waking up in a stone cell it became clear that she had been captured once the ringing in her ears subsided. Winona was an archer from the western lands famed for their acumen toward ranged combat. As a Paladin she would almost always be forced to fight in the front with the rest of the rank and file until one day she was separated from the rest of her unit. Taking up a Longbow that she saw laying on the ground, Winona laid waste to the attacking forces only to be overwhelmed and subdued by magic that had paralyzed her body. Being taken prisoner, Winona would find herself sold off in short order and condemned to fight in this profane arena. Not one to bother with tactics, Winona would shoot first and then shoot again. On a small island continent, Ilona was a protector of the faith and justice. One of the most famed warriors and feared by evildoers all across her lands, Ilona would mete justice at the end of her Falchion. Brute power would see Ilona subdue the most dangerous of evil forces. Soon after religioin was introduced to the continent, Ilona would be the first to become a Paladin sworn to defend both the faith and the people of her continent. Unfortunately soon after religion was discovered, treachery would be found soon after. Simply taken down by a thief in the middle of the night, Ilona would find herself waking up as her head was surrounded by the sweet smell of defeat. Soon after her consciousness was lost, she found herself in a stone cell wearing little more than a wooden collar. Each of the women would learn their purpose in short order. They would be made to fight and as two guards in the way of rather seductively dressed women would escort them to an armory, where they would be told to gear up in short order. Each would find their weapons of choice waiting for them. The weapons were all masterfully crafted and as each woman would find their weapons and armor of choice. Some were not exactly armor more so than they were display pieces meant to show off the female form, but they would be better off wearing something instead of wearing nothing. Cat would find herself a breastplate that had a Ruby colored jewel inlaid inbetween the cleavage of the top as well as a small loin cloth that went with it. It was not exactly a modest get up, but it might accidentally protect her once or twice in the battle to come. Looking over her options for weaponry, Cat would settle upon a Longsword and fairly Large Steel Shield as well. If her armor could not help protect her, then maybe hiding behind the sheild would. Winona would have before her some leather garments and bows. Clearly there had been some research done as Winona would start to test the pull of the various bows around the room. Finding herself a Composite Longbow that seemed to suit her drawing power, Winona would then grab about the first thing she saw to clothe herself in. A Leather Armor set that had a generous amount of material missing as the two pieces were held together by a simple drawstring weaving through the middle. A skirt would accentuate the look and allow Winona the freedom of movement that she enjoyed on the battlefield. Ilona was taken to a room that had various two handed weapons and she was almost immediately drawn to one of the smallest weapons in a Falchion that reminded her of the homeland she was taken from. Her eyes would scan around as she started to unconsciously test the weight of the weapon and after a few moments Ilona was supremely confident that she had made the right choice. None would stand in her way as she cleaved her path through the battlefield she thought. Looking around at the armor choices, Ilona found a variety of exquisite color options and she would eventually settle on a dark Emerald Breastplate that accentuated her body from head to toe. It would not offer her much in the way of protection, but in her mind that did not matter. If Ilona could strike the first blow, there would be no need to worry about being counterattacked. Once the women were all settled and had chosen their weapons and armors, it was time to see what they would be up against. Would they be forced to fight a foul creature of some kind or have to engage in some profane bloodsport? All these three women knew was that their destiny would be determined on the battlefield.