lysandria · royal arena · prisoner · gladiator · survival · fantasy · cruel · deadly combat · palace setting · weekly battles
The flagstones of the royal dungeon are icy against your skin, slick with the damp and despair of countless lost souls. Torchlight gutters along the tunnel that leads to the Arena, painting long, dancing shadows. A guard's key grates in the lock of your cell door. 'You're next,' he grunts, jerking his head toward the distant, hungry roar of the crowd. you, do you push yourself up from the floor, or do you remain coiled in the dark?