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Ekaym's smile disappears for a second, as he appears pensive. "Gomlock, is it? You make excellent points in a rational and subdued manner, without threatening to rip me limb from limb. Well, besides my license, I have many contacts in the city and I will guarantee you the best odds, if you like the side-betting action like Sylvana here. As for my rate, how about an equal split of the shares among all of us? That way I am incentivized to make the group as much gold as possible. Deal? Oh and I am also an excellent troubadour."

Ekaym waits for your answer. Assuming it is positive, he writes down all of your names. "And the team name? I assume the Dead Bards was a joke."

Ekaym smiles nervously, as he's not sure if Ivar is kidding or not. "As you manager, I enroll you into the Games, get your schedules, handle all administrative matters, and handle the betting. There's 16 teams, correct? So:
Win 1st round: Team wins 2000 gp (8 teams left)
Win 2nd round: Team wins 5000 gp (4 teams left)
Win 3rd Round: Team wins 10,000 gp (2 teams left)
Win Finals: Team wins 20,000 gp.
However, my most important role is the side bets. I can increase your fame or more importantly, decrease your fame, convince the other bettors that you are trash or lucky, and get you the best odds for your bets. That's where you will make the most gold. But no, I do not fight with you in the arena. I can handle myself, so you should not need to protect me. However, I do not want to piss you off, especially the big northman. How about 40%, then?"

Parric may or may not be there, but will move the game along.

"The games "vill begin" only once you have a manager", a voice from the crowd calls out, imitating Ivar's accent pretty well, as a short blonde human handsome male in his late thirties appears smiling. He wears a fine blue robe, polished knee-high boots, and carries a lute slung on the shoulder. Pic in Campaign Tab.

He gives the party a look. "Okay, to be honest, I've never heard of any of ya. Now, do not get offended, but that's the reality. I'm sure you're all fully competent. So, since you're new, the principal rule is that all teams entering the Champion's Games require a manager with a valid Gladiator's license...like the one I have. I'm willing to be your manager, as long as I get, say, 50% of your team's winnings. What say ye?"

"Oh, and also, you need a team name. The crowds like flashy names."

CY 595
10th day of Patchwall (equivalent to September)
City of Greyhawk

The Champion’s Games are here! This annual event, organized and produced by well-known and well-liked public figure Loris Raknian, has long been a much-beloved tradition in the Free City. Gladiators come from distant lands to participate in the
games, and the winner gains the honor of wearing the Champion’s Belt for the next year, when he must defend his title from all challengers.

You makes your way through the crowds of adventurers gathering to sign up for the Champion's Games. All races and classes of adventurers can be seen of different skill levels. You make the line and finally reach the clerk. He/she asks you 3 questions and only 3:
"Name?"
"Individual or Group?"
"Do you have 100 gp entry fee?"

They give you a paper with a number and ask you to move along after taking your gp. You know the paper means there are more competitors than are allowed. The Games is a competition of 16 teams (max 5 people per team). 10 teams have already been registered. Thus, there will be a lottery to determine the last 30 competitors out of a pool of 500 competitors.

Anxious moments pass for the next 1 hour. Then, one of the clerks starts calling numbers. 5 people called...10 people called..15 people called...and you hear your number called. The six remaining teams are directed to separate areas, where you meet your fellow competitors.