Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-12599067-20140701182345

(Assuming boldface was meant to be thoughts, in which case we usually use italics to show when a character is thinking.)

The guard led Uvaryl, J'skar, and Scatty through the entry hall and to the door across from it, which opened up into another, smaller yard with a large domed building in the middle, which was guarded by a huge door and portculli on both sides as most of the other gates were. The yard, which was relatively empty save for a gallows on one end (complete with a headsman's block rather than a noose), was patched by sickly brown grass and gnarled trees with three other roads leading to more gates, but they didn't get to see much before the guard called up to someone on the walls of the inner building. The first portcullis rose, followed by the one behind the door, before the guard stepped forward and pushed open the gate.

The inside of the building  was cylindrical in shape, with a few cells up on high levels above and curious cage suspended high above. The arena itself was dug into the center, with metal bars creating a steel dome over the fighting area below. The dirty ground of the arena was covered with blood and a few shards of metal or splinters of wood, probably from rent shields or shattered blades. Stone benches where guards sat jeering circled the arena in a shape sort of like a pie cut into fourths, with stairways leading downwards into what was presumably the animal pens or gladiator pits just past the walkways that led to the benches themselves. In the arena right now was a pair of durzogs (with one of their dead bretheren lying on the ground) battling an unarmed Orc, and it wasn't looking pretty.

Before they could see more, the guard herded them down the stairs and into a pretty shabby-looking armory/training facility where gladiators were training. On one end of the room (shaped to look like half a circle) was an armory where rusted and worn weapons and armor sat. On the other was a group of practice dummies and archery targets, all of which were covered in holes. An iron portcullis led into the arena itself, where they were able to see the Orc still desperately trying to combat the durzogs.

"I'd advise you to grab some weapons and armor," the guard noted, herding them forwards and into the room. A few of the gladiators looked up, but most of them were focused on training or trying to find some armor that wouldn't break on the first hit.