Gladiatorial Campaign

"Alright dogs you're not in Kasserat anymore, this is the Nation of civilisation, clockwork technology an' all that, you seem the strongest of the most recent lot we got and this town is especially bloodthirsty, we want a slaughter so remember it'll be them or you."
Having been taken as slaves by the expansion of the Clockwork Nation into Kasserat you are picked up as the towns get ravaged and people of all age and genders are seperated from their homes, their friends and family and forced to work or fight as slaves. Luckily you are stronger than the other slaves in your group so this time you will be the slaughterers not the ones being slaughtered like cattle.
You are currently situated in the arena in Tavican, a small town quite far from the expanding boundary of the clockwork nation with no hope of seeing home again, the gates begin to open and you see your quarry being herded into the killing floor. The gates are fully open and the slave drivers force you out.

A man cries out "Let the bloodletting begin!"

roll initiative.

Russel dons the leather armour and looks critically at one of the short swords
"Are they giving us childrens toys? What man fights with one of these?" he asks no-one in particular.
Lightning flows up the blade, causing it to shatter, in its place forms a longsword, it crackles with... somthing... not lightning, its just different...

Mandarb gears up and taking a short sword in hand, looks around.
*So these are to be my competition?
Getting out of here might be easier than I orignally thought....*

Initiative order


Mandarb
Rushir
Jamven
Elrich
Russel

The men being forced out of the other gate are pitiful looking unarmoured peasants, probably taken from communities around where you were enslaved, they are in disaray and armed only with a dagger each..

"Ha!"

MAndarb charges towards the nearst peasant and attacks with shortsword.

The strike hits and the man is downed by the blow.

Rushir advances tentatively with his shortspear and jabs at the nearest.

The spear hits but doesn't quite bring down the man.

Jamven attacks the closest to him with the shortsword

The blow carves through the man's throat and he colapses.

Elrich screams and runs at the nearest person, shortsword swinging.

The strike connects with Russel and he colapses to the floor, bleeding out at -2.

In Russel's turn he continues bleeding out to -3.

The crowd go wild at all the blood being spilt.

Your meager opponents attempt to fight back. The one in combat with Rushir stabs wildly and misses. The other eight rush forwards and attempt to mob Mandarb and Jamven. They are surrounded by four opponents each. Only half the attacks hit Mandarb takes 3 points of damage from the pitiful cuts. Jamven is hit slightly harder and takes 6 points of damage from the blades.

Mandarb laughs and swings at the next peasant to him, whilst shrugging off the meager cuts.

the attack downs another peasant striking him across the throat.

Rushir moves in support of Mandarb and thrusts at another.

The man you were in combat with stabs you, for 4 points of damage, in the side as you leave his threatened area to charge one of the ones attacking Mandarb. You're attack hits and brings down the man you charged.

Jamven continues fighting with the group he is engaged with

Jamven's attack lays another man low. Your opponents all over the arena seem to be loosing the confidance they had in their numbers.

Elrich grins and raises his sword. He swings it down on the wounded man beneath him.

Elrich's strike instantly kills the man. His body lays limp in a pool of blood.

The man Rushir rushed past to assist Mandarb starts to drop back to the edge of the arena. The two men by Rushir and Mandarb strike out, both of them hit. Rushir takes one point of damage, Mandarb two. The men around Jamven attempt to bring him down one cuts dangerously close to an artery, from the blows Jamven takes 9 points of damage.

Mandarb attempts to take out the one who attacked him

"Too easy, just too easy"

The strike heavily hits home and the man crumples to the floor.

Rushir tries to quickly bring down the enemy in front of him.

Your attack cuts a deep wound into the man and brings him down.

Jamven will withdraw 40ft to let the others, who clearly are enjoying this, finish off the rest of the peasants