• It was early morning in the imperial city. The city just started to wake up and life was budding in the streets like flowers in springtime. The Market District is already buzzing with the news and gossip of the day. A man can be heard talking to one of the guards, “But if the Sintav’s start an attack then the streets will be filled with Violence.”

    The guard just nodded and turned to attend his duties. Others start entering the streets from other districts and from the palace. The sun rises up bringing a blue glow to the marble stone of the buildings. In the center of the city is the White-gold tower or the palace as it is more commonly know. South of palace is another tower that stands over its own little city, the tower of the Arch-mage.

    At the strike of nine a new noise is heard from the east. It is the cheers from the Imperial city arena. The arena is a gathering of gamblers and warriors like. In the arena two combatants are dueling for the entertainment of their fans. The battle between the eager Argonian and the savage Khajiit finishes as the blood from the lizard falls upon the fur of the cat.

    Down below in the place called the blood works Training for the grand champion and others is underway. The gray prince the current champ is working with a new gladiator rank battler. Behind them the yellow team leader is working on hand-to-hand skills for matches. Across the way Owyn, the blade master, is speaking to the next blue combatant for his seventh title match, “Solus your next match is against a fierce opponent who will tear you limb from limb, this Orc carries around a massive hammer that could knock your head to Hammerfell.” “I will be ok he wont be too hard to take an idiot down,” Solus said in his usual monotone voice. He turned away and walked toward the red room with its great chalice of life.

    Solus was a fairly thin man with faded blond hair and grayish-blue eyes. He always wore the same outfit to the arena now that they let him wear the armor. It was a black cloak that covered his mouth and flowed down into a cape that covered his trail. The cuirass itself was a dim red that was almost the color of a Dunmer’s eyes. The greaves were black with several tears and holes near the knees. On his side was his sword, a long ebony sword with the engraving soulless on it near the handle.

    The red room was filled with more blood from the last battle. It was oozing down the side of the walls making their mark for the rest of arena history. The chalice of life was nearly crimson with blood. Solus Looked up to see the winning Khajiit walking down the stairs to blood the blood works while cleaning of his dagger. The cat turned to look at the approaching killer and whispered, “Be ready for anything” The cat turned back washed his face in the chalice and turned to claim his reward from Owyn.

    Solus proceeded up the stairs to the door with a writing of blood on it reading, ‘Azura be with you.’ Solus pushed open the door which brought a bright blue glow into the room blinding him for a split second as the crowds of the arena came into focus. He moved to the raised gate that separated him from his target, which was looking at him with deadly Orc eyes.

    The arena announcer’s voice rang through the stadium like thunder through a canyon, “today is special match between the blue teams reining gladiator and the yellow teams, who will win, lower the gates.’

    The voice ended and the gates lowered the two charged right out of the gate. The Orc with his hammer drawn ran straight for the charging Solus, who had yet to draw his sword. Solus quickly vaulted over the green beast and drew his sword. The Orc turned around quickly but it was too late. Blood seeped out of his mouth falling on to the metal grate of the arena. Solus slowly sheathed his sword and behind him his foe fell in two.

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    The crowd of gamblers and fans screamed as Solus Walked out of view under the stadium. Cleaning off his blade Solus Circled down the stairs of the red room to the chalice where he dipped his blade in and the blood sieved of. The red room gate closed behind the warrior as he made his way to clapping combatants, “good job Solus, way to go” they cheered as he walked to Owyn

    “Man you scare me sometimes you know that, well here is you pay and the tie to symbol your rank as the blue team hero. I must say I though your streak would end today. Just goes to show that even an imperial can be the best, ha-ha,” Owyn laughed as he handed Solus a small light blue ribbon with the symbol of a horse on weaved into the ends of it. He tied to ribbon into the under side of his robe with the rest of his ribbons.

    “You know you can have two more matches today and get that much closer to getting you tenth win as a hero. After that you will be a champ like the gray prince, well not like him, he is crazy good,” Owyn said looking at the prince train with Ysabel, the battle matron.

    Owyn was a Redguard meaning that his skin was very tan. He had brown eyes that matched his dark brown hair which was puffed into an afro. His armor was that of the blade master a red cuirass with the symbol of the Diagna engraved in the shoulders of it. The greaves were of a faded green which looked like the trees that hail from the Shores of Summerset isle.

    Owyn smiled a bit at the legacy of the Diagna that he was wearing; he could not help but be proud. Solus turned to look at him and asked in his shallow tone, “I wish to fight again.” Solus stared at him with a none-emotional look on his face. Owyn tried to find some sense of fear, determination, or even happiness from him but none could be found.

    ‘He must have a death wish or be incredibly crazy, oh well’ Owyn though to himself shaking his head

    “Alright head on up there I will have your opponent waiting for you,” Owyn proclaimed with a stupid grin on his face.

    Solus again entered the red room, passed the chalice, and again proceeded to walk up the bloody stairs. He came across the sign again, pushed it by and walked up to the iron gates. The announcer’s voice again shook the walls of the arena declaring what he said before. His voice finished but the gates they did not move.

    Solus gazed across to see an Altmer in light blue mage robes, signaling that he was from the Arcane University. His face was like all high elves narrow and ugly with a small hair stripe going across his head. On his back was an old wizard staff with a faint white glow in coming from it.

    Finally the gate opened and Solus charged at his foe on to be met with a fireball soaring for his face. Solus swiftly flipped back drew his sword and cut the fire ball into smaller ones that fell to the ground. Solus looked up to see that his opponent had drawn his staff.

    Solus pulled from his pocket a small trinket which he threw at the elf. From the trinket came a wall of fire that caused the foe to step back to avoid burns. He tried to survey the arena but the smoke from the flames was too thick to see anything. From the flames came a black figure with a sliver glint.

    Solus’ sword made quick work of the staff which the mage used to block his attack. The elf got on his feet and started to beg for his inferior life. Solus could do nothing but look at the half crying man kneeling before him but end the life that the foe begged so much for.

    The elf’s head rolled into the center of the arena where all could see. From the flames the winner stepped slowly to his side of the arena where he retired to the red room. This time there was no applause just the sight of people staring at the man, at the Unforgiver. This time Solus did not talk to Owyn instead he walked over to the door across from the red room and entered his room.