The Gladiator, Chapter 4
Who chants? Tribals. Who works? Laborers. Who writes? The rich. Who lives? None of them. Yerom Loxyd A thin fog of malaise had descended over the feeding grounds sometime after the training center's construction. It was as if the courtyard...
The Gladiator, Chapter 3
It was found that proper application of the rune to an oiled blade surface allows such force to be directed along the path of a spear. Swords may be prepared in this manner as well, although the outward force of the rune makes traditional two-handed...
The Gladiator, Chapter 2
... places so abominable that every denizen, no matter how questionable, seems uplifted in comparison. Mahk Y'liannen, _The Cetraysin Tales_ Linen cloth strips and other pieces of windblown commercial detritus pooled around the...
The Gladiator, Chapter 1
# **The Gladiator** We celebrated nature's triumph over the human scourge with a feast. How wonderful, I thought, that us creatures of the sun had restored order to a tainted land. We were a small flame of perfection in a desecrated...