User blog:Toa Vorak/Gladiator Part VII: My new team.

The room we were in was small and unpleasant. We were all tired. After a few minutes, a tall figure asked, "Name and skills."

We all looked at him. He said: "Jahlaf, hand-to-hand, can create stuff with my mind. Takes a lot of concentation"

The Zayjarool in the room asked:"Make something to free us of these obedience devices!"

"I meant water or metal. Your skills?"

"Nameless warrior of Zayjar. You have seen me in battle"

Another stepped up. "Archer, melee warrior, skilled shooter."

A nasty green one talked. "I am Gohrastuh, mighty makutak of Karzani. My fellow makutak were betrayed and left to be killed. At the cost of most of my powers, i was able to leave the death-trap. I can command the very ground to my whim" I noted the makuta's bad grammar.

"Cyvertix, i control fire and can build things."

"Cleavar, i cut things in half. The one i guarded is now dead."

"My father-the one Gresh killed."

"Skills?"

"None. But i will learn to fight and kill."

"Good" said the Zayjarool.

"Agnam, fighter."

"Gotthax, priest. We are all bound by battle. We are now warbound to fight, we live or die together."

Okkkaaaaaaaaayyyy, I thought. But i sensed the...moment.

"To the Gesfa Riky." This world was mad...