Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170524151815/@comment-17114085-20170526232631

The Pit wasn't nearly as large as the Arena in the Imperial City, only about a third the size and half as tall. Still, it was the largest fighting arena in Skyrim. It was located north of the Grey Quarter and east of the Palace Quarter of the city. There were usually multiple fights a day, and during holidays the Pit could be filled the entire day. Animal fighting was the most common form in the Pit, with fighters having to take down the beasts bare-handed or with little armor on. Though, person to person combat also happened quite often. Team fighting was rare, the local Nords preferred to fight alone for more glory.

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Rigmor's armor in particular stood out as unusual. Only a handful of smiths since the Dragon Crisis 31 years ago have been able to even craft such armor, and even then it was the inferior version to the piece that the Skald was wearing. His father had been the one to perfect the Dragonplate Armor and taught the skill to his son.

"Well, that is why we're here. Even so, why do you care?" Rigmor asked, a bit annoyed.

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The bandits were surprised that the man had a weapon on him. Still, the leader chuckled. "You'll regret this, little man."

The leader of the bandits was an Orc, at least a head taller than Edwin.

"Come on guys, let's kill this worm and see what else he's got hidden under that robe." The Orc said and charged at Edwin.