KING
King Blackwell watched closely, his eyes glowing white, as the gladiators struggled against the minotaur chief; giving a carnivorous grin when the gladiators succeeded. "Perfect!" He said as he stood up from his chair and walked to the edge of the balcony he was observing the fight from. He laid his hand on the arena masters shoulder "Lets finish this fight up shall we?" he said in a cheerful tone as the image in the sky once again turned to the kings face. "Wonderful!" his voice boomed over the coliseum "Did you enjoy the blood my loyal subjects?". The crowd roared their approval "Should we get some healers to these brave warriors?" the sound from the stadium rose to a roar as the citizens cheered even louder. "Guards! take the gladiators to the healing room and let these brave warriors rest!" Suddenly the walls of the labyrinth disappeared as the gates to the coliseum floor opened up letting in 20 armed guards. The lead guard walked up to the gladiators and signaled men to help the injured warriors who could not move on their own. A few of the solders disarmed the gladiators taking their swords before the warriors were ushered out one of the gates and into the healing room.

After the gladiators were out of the arena the king turned around and started walking out "The show is yours again arena master" Blackwell said over his shoulder as he signaled for his mages and guards to follow. When out of ear shot from anyone but his trusted followers he signaled for the captain of his guard lord Logan Gyre. Lord Gyre was a monster of a man standing at a massive 7'8" with 400 pounds of muscle to full him out. He keeps his head shaved for intimidation and his beard long and unkempt for the same reason. He was a notorious fiend taking whatever women he with the bad habit of drinking copious amounts of ale and flying into a rage destroying the tavern afterwards. Some say that he wrestles minotaurs for a hobby though no one has ever seen him commit such a feet everyone believes that it could be true due to his weapon of choice, a freakishly large 5 foot long 3 foot wide great sword that even three strong men could not pick up though Gyre weilds it with ease. Many say his strength and size are due to magical enhancements given to him by the king. As the massive man walked up beside his king he gave a quick bow before speaking in a surprisingly sober tone "My lord what do you need?" Blackwell grinned at the man "Contact the Minotaur tribes and tell them their leader has been slain in a fair duel by me. They now are bound by honor to follow me as their new leader." Lord Gyre looked at his king in confusion "Sir forgive me for questionin ya but did you not say the minotaurs were from king Minos?" Blackwell gave his trade mark grin "Yes I did say that didn't I... well the two small minotaurs were from kings Minos's stock but the large one, well he had been invited to come and meet with me about his lands being invaded by some of my troops or some such nonsense. When I asked if him and his people would serve me he was not very cooperative so I had him thrown into the games. Either way his people will now serve me because I have defeated their leader in fair combat."
Gyre grinned showing some of his black teeth "Yer a bloody genius sir."
"Yes, yes enough with the flattery go and send my message and have the Minotaurs body prepared to be shipped to his people"
"Right away Sir" Gyre saluted before running off.
When the captain was gone Blackwell stood tapping his foot in thought for a moment "Now how about we go see my little pawns shall we. I'm sure by the time I get there they will be healed up and ready to meet their king" With that Blackwell set off towards the healing room his eyes glowing a joyous white.
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Jacob

Jacob ran out of the dragons cage and sprinted up into the stands looking around frantically for Kelyren hoping that the boy hadn't been attacked by anyone. By the time the fight was over Jacob spotted Kelyren. "There you are, dammit your hard to find!" he exclaimed "....tell me you didn't run into anyone suspicious did you? There was something I forgot to tell you healers before the fight started. There is a powerful man looking to hurt the gladiators , and his intention is to do so through you healers so watch out for anyone ok." suddenly the king announced the gladiators were being brought to the healing area. "Damn no time to chat. Come on boy we have to go" the big man said as he abruptly started off towards the healing area though stopping long enough to glare at Kelyren "Oh and if I find you are trying to kill my gladiators...well I'll leave it up to your imagination, Now lets hurry I'm gonna tear those gladiators a new one for doing so poorly this damn fight."

JORDAN

From her own personal box, Jordan watched the fight unfold with bright eyes. It was always a joy to see the newest gladiators in the arena. Of course it wasn't because she was thrilled to see what tactics they would come up with to side step danger or how adept they were with their weapons, oh no, it was much more what she say visually that appealed to her. The muscles, sweat, and blood were all very alluring to the princess and this was the prime time to pick out which man, or woman, she wanted as hers to toy with for the time being. To be honest there were quite a few that caught her eye in this group and she had never had a centaur before but goodness would that be exciting.

The moment the minotaur chief was slain a disapproving frown settled across her face, not because she disapproved of the blood or death of the beast oh no but more so because this meant a win for her father which was something she wasn't the least bit pleased about. Oh well, there were still other factions and creatures that resisted him so he wasn't yet all powerful although he certainly liked to believe so. Pushing those thoughts from her mind she once again returned to thinking about the gladiators and who she wished to have. There was the centaur, that large foreign fellow, the dragon man and of course the elf who had shown quite bravery in dispatching not one but two minotaurs. Oh choices, choices, choices! Biting her lip in thought, she rose from her chair as her two guards and two mages followed suit. Her thoughts only stopped when she saw her father and she hurried over to him after plastering a pleasant smile to her face. "Father! Did you enjoy the fight? It seems you did from the look in your eyes. I was wondering, would you mind if I went to take a closer peek at our new gladiators? I thought a hello from the princess would give the poor warriors a boost after such a hard battle." Blackwell looked over to his daughter with a partially raised brow and a knowing look in his eye. He wasn't any fool and knew what his daughter truly wanted but it was honestly of no concern to him. "Why of course my dear. In fact I'm on my there now so feel free to follow me." Returning his daughter's smile his head snapped to the left as he heard Gyre's voice calling out to him. "Sir! I need to speak with ya about the shipment." "Hm, very well I'll be there in a moment Gyre." Looking down at his daughter once more he knew he could at least trust her to relay information to the gladiators in his stead. "My dearest can you inform the gladiator named Dara, he's the dragon born I believe, that he has been named the crowd favorite? Oh, and, give him my congratulations will you?" Yet another charming smile and off he went with Gyre. Jordan smiled for a moment before glaring at his back as she turned and made her way down into the healing room where she patiently waited near a wall for the gladiators.

The familiar voice brought Kelyren out of his thoughts and jerked him roughly into reality. He opened his eyes and turned to see Jacob coming towards him.

"Sorry," he mumbled tiredly. Now that he was no longer burning with anger at Gideon (and maybe himself, for accepting the offer) he was starting to feel weary. "I didn't mean to disappear."

Jacob's question made him pause, and a sharp knife of worry stabbed at him. Yes, he had run into someone suspicious. From what that "someone suspicious" had said, there indeed was a powerful man looking to hurt the gladiators - and he had managed to sway Kelyren, who was a healer, into doing his bidding. What am I supposed to say? Kelyren wondered. If I don't say anything, no one will know anything if Gideon double-crosses me and I wind up dead in an alley somewhere. If I do say something, I bet Gideon will somehow learn of it, and then I'll be in deep trouble. Deep down, he knew that he should do the right thing and admit that he had met such a man, and agreed to do some dirty work for him... but his overwhelming desire to be reunited with his sister overpowered that instinct.

"Uh... thanks for letting me know, I guess." That was all he could come up with for a reply. He didn't know if he could say anything else without running the risk of letting something slip. Kelyren hurried after Jacob, and almost ran into the other man when he stopped.

He did not expect the glare and the warning. It made him flinch and look away, breaking eye contact with Jacob. He could only nod once in response, and he continued the journey to the healing area in silence.