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                                                  Resting and Exploring
-The party made their way into the room. On the far wall there were two slits about four feet long and 3 inches tall. The wall to their right had a large set of wooden doors with a chain and padlock. On their left was a single wooden door. The rear wall had a small room attached with the door open, inside was a toilet and a sink. The rear wall also had the stone opening which led to the platform; however, it was closing now that they were all in the room. “You guys prolly got questions, but Thonk has some tings to do first,” Thonk said as he opened the wooden door on the left wall. Inside was what the party immediately guessed was Thonk’s room. He had a large bed, chairs, tables, walls of trophies taken from the arena. There were also three voluptuous women waiting for him. They wore fine satin night gowns over their curvy bodies. As he entered, they rushed to him and began rubbing his muscles. The tallest of the three was an elf woman who barely came up to Thonk’s chest. The other two were a human and a dragonborn woman. “AW girls come on. Gimme a little bit,” Thonk said sheepishly. He then closed the door, leaving the party in their silence and curiosity. Mortimer hobbled over to the bunk and collapsed letting his beaten body relax. Peter began to examine his surroundings discovered that the doors on either side were indeed locked and that the slats in the opposite led to a kitchen. Karns alternated between doing pushups and checking his triceps. Mothman started chewing on an old blanket and floating around aimlessly. The sound of a metal door slamming open drew the attention of the party. “Come come, Harman; we have to meet the new fighters,” said a shrill voice from the kitchen. The lights in the kitchen came on and through the slats the party could see a small gnoll woman rushing into the room followed by a half gnoll teenage boy. “GAaawd mom, I’m coming,” complained Harman. The woman rushed over to the slats bobbing up and down as she moved. “Hello,” she said smiling at the party. “I’m Miriam and this is my son, Harman. HARMAN say hello to the new fighters.” Harman responded with a half-hearted, “Hi new fighters.” He was busy firing up an oven and prepping food. “Uh hi, I’m Peter,” Peter mumbled. “AND I am Karns-Strong,” said Karns flexing his triceps. “Oh yes you are,” muttered Miriam blushing. Mortimer pushed himself from his bunk smelling food and the noticing the presence of an unspoken for female. Mortimer made his way to the slats trying his best to hide his pain. Mortimer leaned on the bar of the slat. “I am Mortimer Billinghuck, the most prestigious bachelor of Slatterheim,” he said in his most audacious voice.  In an almost magical nature Mortimer’s words brought Miriam’s attention away from the mass of muscle and to his condensed, bloodied and beaten form. “Is that so,” Miriam asked excitedly. “Gross,” Harman expressed. Peter, agreeing with this sentiment, began setting up a bunk for himself. Mothman who had been silently chewing fabric, flew over to the slat and stared at Miriam with his large red orbs that he had for eyes. “Mothman,” he said plainly. “Uh ok, hello,” Miriam said. Mothman then began reciting an encyclopedia entry about how to dye cotton from memory. “Anyways,” Mortimer began. “Where are we and what’s going on?” “Oh, right yes, you are in the Coliseum in Central City of the Republic of Dellia,” Miriam explained. “As far as what’s going on I’ll let Thonk explain. He likes to explain to the new guys,” She surmised. Thonk’s door then opened and Thonk entered looking much cleaner and no longer sporting his weapons. He carried in a table and set it down in the middle of the room along with a chair. The rest of the party pulled up various chairs or what was left of a chair except for Mothman who simply floated into the corner continuing to mutter about various fabrics and dyes. “Alright fellas, ya prolly got questions so lemme explain,” Thonk started. “Dis is da coliseum of central city. Yall got to fight 5 rounds in the arena and den Mr. Ghi will reward ya with a wish. I’ll be in the arena with ya for all da fights.” At this point Harman started laying out bowls of stew on the bar along with bread, water, and milk. After grabbing food, Thonk went on to explain that he had been in the arena as a fighter for 15 years and while he loved fighting and could walk the grounds as he pleased, he was still a slave to Mr. Ghi, the owner of the coliseum. Another perk of surviving the five rounds is free room and board in the penthouse which sat at the top of the coliseum across from Mr. Ghi’s penthouse and office. There was currently one occupant, a young man by the name of Trent Browning who was the only surviving member of last year’s party. Thonk explained that he had protected the boy in the 5th round after his father died. “Well, dats prolly all ya gotta know for now,” Thonk said finishing his food and standing up. “I’ll let ya get some rest.” He then stepped into his room leaving the party to finish their dinner. Mortimer’s weariness was showing through now as he finished his food and his body demanded rest and healing from his injuries. “Thank you for dinner, sweet Miriam,” he said placing his bowl on the bar and slinking to his bunk. “What’s through these large double doors?” Peter asked. “Oh, yes that would be the Maze of Monsters. I wouldn’t recommend going in there but most parties that fight in the arena end up going in anyway,” She explained. She then began helping her son clean the kitchen before bidding the party goodnight and heading up the stairs at the back of the kitchen. Peter sat on his bunk reluctant to speak to the strangers he now had to rely on. Mortimer was by now in a deep sleep. Karns instead of laying down started doing calisthenics. Mothman seeing something shiny in the kitchen shrunk himself down and squeezed through the opening in the wall. For reasons unknown to any including Mothman he did not attempt to escape up the stairs but instead chewed on a hand-towel until he fell asleep. Peter laid back and let his thoughts wander. He thought of his country in shambles, his sister working to decrease the sufferings of their people, his father in countless meetings to prevent war. Maybe I’ll find something in this strange realm to help he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
+The party made their way into the room. On the far wall there were two slits about four feet long and 3 inches tall. The wall to their right had a large set of wooden doors with a chain and padlock. On their left was a single wooden door. The rear wall had a small room attached with the door open, inside was a toilet and a sink. The rear wall also had the stone opening which led to the platform; however, it was closing now that they were all in the room.
+“You guys prolly got questions, but Thonk has some tings to do first,” Thonk said as he opened the wooden door on the left wall. Inside was what the party immediately guessed was Thonk’s room. He had a large bed, chairs, tables, walls of trophies taken from the arena. There were also three voluptuous women waiting for him. They wore fine satin night gowns over their curvy bodies. As he entered, they rushed to him and began rubbing his muscles. The tallest of the three was an elf woman who barely came up to Thonk’s chest. The other two were a human and a dragonborn woman. “AW girls come on. Gimme a little bit,” Thonk said sheepishly. He then closed the door, leaving the party in their silence and curiosity.
+Mortimer hobbled over to the bunk and collapsed letting his beaten body relax. Peter began to examine his surroundings discovered that the doors on either side were indeed locked and that the slats in the opposite led to a kitchen. Karns alternated between doing pushups and checking his triceps. Mothman started chewing on an old blanket and floating around aimlessly.
+The sound of a metal door slamming open drew the attention of the party. “Come come, Harman; we have to meet the new fighters,” said a shrill voice from the kitchen. The lights in the kitchen came on and through the slats the party could see a small gnoll woman rushing into the room followed by a half gnoll teenage boy. “GAaawd mom, I’m coming,” complained Harman. The woman rushed over to the slats bobbing up and down as she moved. “Hello,” she said smiling at the party. “I’m Miriam and this is my son, Harman. HARMAN say hello to the new fighters.” Harman responded with a half-hearted, “Hi new fighters.” He was busy firing up an oven and prepping food. “Uh hi, I’m Peter,” Peter mumbled. “AND I am Karns-Strong,” said Karns flexing his triceps. “Oh yes you are,” muttered Miriam blushing.
+Mortimer pushed himself from his bunk smelling food and the noticing the presence of an unspoken for female. Mortimer made his way to the slats trying his best to hide his pain. Mortimer leaned on the bar of the slat. “I am Mortimer Billinghuck, the most prestigious bachelor of Slatterheim,” he said in his most audacious voice.  In an almost magical nature Mortimer’s words brought Miriam’s attention away from the mass of muscle and to his condensed, bloodied and beaten form. “Is that so,” Miriam asked excitedly. “Gross,” Harman expressed. Peter, agreeing with this sentiment, began setting up a bunk for himself. Mothman who had been silently chewing fabric, flew over to the slat and stared at Miriam with his large red orbs that he had for eyes. “Mothman,” he said plainly. “Uh ok, hello,” Miriam said. Mothman then began reciting an encyclopedia entry about how to dye cotton from memory.
+“Anyways,” Mortimer began. “Where are we and what’s going on?” “Oh, right yes, you are in the Coliseum in Central City of the Republic of Dellia,” Miriam explained. “As far as what’s going on I’ll let Thonk explain. He likes to explain to the new guys,” She surmised. Thonk’s door then opened and Thonk entered looking much cleaner and no longer sporting his weapons. He carried in a table and set it down in the middle of the room along with a chair. The rest of the party pulled up various chairs or what was left of a chair except for Mothman who simply floated into the corner continuing to mutter about various fabrics and dyes.
+“Alright fellas, ya prolly got questions so lemme explain,” Thonk started. “Dis is da coliseum of central city. Yall got to fight 5 rounds in the arena and den Mr. Ghi will reward ya with a wish. I’ll be in the arena with ya for all da fights.” At this point Harman started laying out bowls of stew on the bar along with bread, water, and milk. After grabbing food, Thonk went on to explain that he had been in the arena as a fighter for 15 years and while he loved fighting and could walk the grounds as he pleased, he was still a slave to Mr. Ghi, the owner of the coliseum. On top of a wish, another perk of surviving the five rounds is free room and board in the penthouse which sat at the top of the coliseum across from Mr. Ghi’s penthouse and office. There was currently one occupant, a young man by the name of Trent Browning who was the only surviving member of last year’s party. Thonk explained that he had protected the boy in the 5th round after his father died. “Well, dats prolly all ya gotta know for now,” Thonk said finishing his food and standing up. “I’ll let ya get some rest.” He then stepped into his room leaving the party to finish their dinner.
+Mortimer’s weariness was showing through now as he finished his food and his body demanded rest and healing from his injuries. “Thank you for dinner, sweet Miriam,” he said placing his bowl on the bar and slinking to his bunk. “What’s through these large double doors?” Peter asked. “Oh, yes that would be the Maze of Monsters. I wouldn’t recommend going in there but most parties that fight in the arena end up going in anyway,” She explained. She then began helping her son clean the kitchen before bidding the party goodnight and heading up the stairs at the back of the kitchen. Peter sat on his bunk reluctant to speak to the strangers he now had to rely on. Mortimer was by now in a deep sleep. Karns instead of laying down started doing calisthenics. Mothman seeing something shiny in the kitchen shrunk himself down and squeezed through the opening in the wall. For reasons unknown to any including Mothman he did not attempt to escape up the stairs but instead chewed on a hand-towel until he fell asleep. Peter laid back and let his thoughts wander. He thought of his country in shambles, his sister working to decrease the sufferings of their people, his father in countless meetings to prevent war. Maybe I’ll find something in this strange realm to help he thought as he drifted off to sleep.