Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24793042-20150820043328/@comment-10197675-20150828074824

Not before to long the Orc, once steward now gladiator was taken towards the arena to which brawls and battles were commenced. As the Orc was sent into the arena he removed what rags he could before slapping on random pieces of scrap armour that could grant him some greater protection for the fight, he found pieces that had been tossed onto the ground from previous battles or pieces that had been donated to the arena. The Orc also picked the most solid sword he could see from a sparse collection for the gladiators. A sharp but rather rusty Orcish Sword was his choice, and so forth when the opponents and crowd would be ready for the battle so would the Orc, as he patiently waited close to the door that opened into the arena, feeling quite confused to how he had gotten himself into this position.