Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170524151815/@comment-17114085-20170527000248

There were numerous people sitting on the stone bleachers of the Pit. Banners for the Windhelm Paladins, the city's pit fighting team, hung around the pit.

A few people with the team's logo painted on their shield could be seen close to the railing around the pit. They had also come to watch the event.

Peculiarly, it seemed like quite a few guards were inside the Pit.

An elderly Nord walked down into the Pit and yelled up for all to hear. "Citizens of Windhelm, I am Benkum, Pit Lord. Today we bring you a bloody fight that will be sure to satisfy you! A dangerous prisoner from our High Queen's very dungeon has chosen to take the ultimate challenge. Win in the Pit and obtain his freedom! However, his opponent won't be just any wolf or bear. We've got all out and obtained quite the foe for his match, a Frost Troll!"

"Yeah!" The Pit Fans yelled with enthusiasm.

"Will the brave prisoner be able to gain his freedom?! Or will the Frost Troll rip him apart and send his straight to Sovngarde?! We will see! Come on out, Hulgarth Seven-Swords!"

The crowd cheered.

The iron gates to the Bloodworks were opened and a Nord was pushed out by two guards.

______________________________________ The teleportation spell on the leader seemed to work as the Orc appeared to the right of Edwin, however within moments the Orc grabbed his stomach and cried out in pain.

His insides had been left all jumbled by the Breton's magic.

The Orc coughed up blood and fell to his knees.

The other 2 bandits didn't understand what had happened and stood there, confused.