A sumptuous subterranean lodging has been set up for the comfort and convenience of the gladiators. Anything and everything that you could want has been provided. Food, drink, companionship, laboratories, training rooms, etc.
Dotting
Stonefist Heavyhand
"Well. I'm off to go make someone a basketcase. Some guy named Naptu Messy... Odd name indeed! Time to weave the strands of fate on his demise!"
My honored opponent seems to be a fellow of the art of fighting; however, his green skin makes him too obvious and flashy.
An old crazy looking man stumbles into the room, a large scorpion riding on his shoulder, looking around and spotting an empty vase he smiles and heads over, beginning to unlace his pants as he goes. Wonderful! Finally found the privy!
Bruno simply watches the folk as they wander about, dreaming of the terror Esmeralda could one day become.
"Ummmm. This isn't the water closet my old friend. This is a public room." Felrisa said with a disgusted sigh and looking away from the man expelling his bladder on a plant.
"This flashy green skin helps my opponents blows slide off without impact, my honored opponent." Meng says with an inclined bow. "Our match was thrilling, I've never faced one with technique like yours. Where did you train?"
The slender catfolk quickly located the nearest pub and proceeds to drink away the time between bouts.
Meng strides up to the bar (or bar analogue) and orders two strong drinks. He then proceeds to Olwyn, and sets one down in front of her.
"Hell of a fight," he says in a voice gravelled by time and distance, as he eyes the catfolk with curiosity,
"Those are some claws. I'll wear these stripes with pride."
Olwyn grumbles to herself in Catfolk Colossi inutile e pugni before
sharply downing the offered drink in one go.
Cost me half a fortune in magic gear, and I still end up cleaning dried blood out of my fur for an hour..
He pulls his pipe from his vest and lights it.
"Der Kampf ist das, was angenehm ist." He says through his teeth, as he wrestles with the flame.
"Gewinnen oder verlieren ist einfach etwas, das passiert," Meng says to Olwyn, looking at her as he blows smoke towards the ceiling.
"You sure worked one over on the last fellow, I saw. That was after I got blown up. Which was exciting."
Meng wanders the halls of the arena proper, looking at the finer details he hadn't seen before. The floors had all been cleaned, and all the places which were once stained with blood and other matter are as immaculate as they arrived. How strange. Even the servants and staff in the kitchen are absent, the iceboxes full of never-melting ice and no food at all. Curious! Deeper and deeper through the corridors Meng searches, and the caverns seem to follow no logical pattern at all. Meng Ren even begins to feel like he may be trapped here till death when he finally finds a small crack in a wall. Leaning in to better examine the fissure, Meng feels a cool breeze on his cheek and smells fresh air. Meng Ren Rui gathers himself and strikes the fissure for all that he is worth. His heel bursts through and he finds himself standing before a medium sized hole before a huge room, no doubt once the bank for the betting above, though also long since cleared out like the rest. A sparkle catches Meng Ren's eye, and mostly buried in the sandy earth he retrieves a strawberry sized diamond glittering like it held the whole cosmos within it. "How beautiful!" Meng exclaims, admiring it within his palm before the light. He wraps it in a handkerchief and stashes it in a Kung Fu pocket. There is a door in a corner of the room, and twisting the knob Meng Ren Rui finds that it leads down a dim tunnel into a small valley filled with trees, a waterfall and a small pond. The journey here comes back to him in a rush of memories six months wide in twenty seconds time. He heaves and catches his breath, nearly exhausted. Six months? Goodness gracious. This had been enough wandering. Time to go home.