Our Champions
Our champions all met briefly in the preparation hall for an upcoming contest. Several of you were first timers, but there were some veterans made doubly known later by the crowd’s enthusiasm at your entrance. The crowd is chanting for the entertainment soon to come. There was one champion from every faction present except Capreton. Their champion got dragged in later by two assistants. Despite him looking as drunk as a dwarf trapped in a wine cellar and losing his lunch all over the prep room floor they hastily strapped on his gear and tossed him into the arena with the others. The contest of the day was a game of points, sponsored by the Capretons. Larger foes are worth more points. Those with the most kill points to their name at the end wins the prize, a tavern in the middle tier of town that was repossessed for dealing in stolen goods. William Capret, Royal Steward of the Capretons, is at the front of the roy...