Xeno Dessaron Two

“So, what do you all want to eat?” Levik asked as he dragged his new best friends down a long, winding street. Everything was a bit too small, because the Tillian sub-district of Palaestra was mostly meant for Spasts, but towards the end of the street were a few nice, multi-race restaurants ad take-away places. … Read more

The crowds were wild today. Oddly fickle. Hungry and waiting for more. They all knew something was going on, that some sort of secret was about to be revealed. The match was to be a simple one. A popular Torr gladiator versus the Raptoric Scythe, a newer house fighter, who represented the arenas themselves. Clad … Read more

“Hello, Levik.” Tromos Polemistis was the new manager of the Great Arenas, taking over after the Ancient Warlord disappeared during the Sudden Darkness back in November. And despite most important folks thinking he was too fresh for the role, Tromos had actually slightly increased profits, and was genuinely doing a good job. Sure, Tromos wasn’t … Read more

The Big Bad had taken everyone else out with relative ease, including Kelira’s companion. Kelira didn’t really want to do Thirteenth Night, but apparently it was one way of getting recognized by “stadium watchers”, Temthan investors looking for people to train up into new gladiators. And, in all honesty, if Kelira had known that tonight’s … Read more

“Bloody Darkness, Eksi! You’re back!” Levik was quite surprised at how Psiksi had suddenly gotten up, raced across the room and thrown his arms around the old Skyan tutor. Eksi’s job was to help Skyavok gladiators train and keep fit, as well as assist in teaching finer control over shadow powers but he’d never really … Read more

“Alright… Deep breaths…” Levik closed his eyes and controlled his breathing, settling down his heart rate before stepping out into the large, bland, sandy arena. After his (in his opinion, awful) battle against Ora Soundsheer, it had been decided to give Levik some easier matches against an array of Temthan, Vrekan and Ksithan open challengers, … Read more

For reasons unknown, neither Levik nor his opponent knew who they were fighting against until they entered the arena. And, admittedly, because Levik was currently shapeshifted into a short, green-plated Rethan with black skin and red eyes (just a Rethan in Levik’s default colours), his opponent had no idea who Levik was at all. But … Read more

“Okay, I have a question! Actually, I have lots and lots of questions, and they’ll get progressively more annoying the more you have to listen to me, but my question right now is why are we training in secret?” “We are training in secret?” Abius asked, answering Levik’s question with a question of their own. … Read more

Levik shivered briefly as he stepped into the Sandblast Arena, a small, open battlefield with nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. On the opposite side of the area was a recurring gladiator known as Viktor the Vorrible, a warrior sponsored by the Vrekan government who often tested newbie gladiators from other races, normally in close-quarters … Read more

“Heya, big guy, congrats on your first few wins!” Abius grunted, then glanced up to see who was talking to them. Well, not up, more to the side. Abius was a gigantic Rethan and a formidable gladiator, but they had only recently started fighting people instead of animals. “Hello, Timik. Hello, Psiksi.” Psiksi and Timik, … Read more