Pride of the Pit
Prologue
Over the decades war has been a thing of the past. Even the Lich King has agreed with the peace treaty. Now chaos and destruction only exists in one place: the arena. According to the peace treaty dominance over Azeroth is given to the nation who's champion becomes victorious in the arena. Every twenty years the tournament takes place. First, all races choose their greatest champion and enters him in the arena. The tournaments last for about a month with each race pitted against each other. The only ways of victory are by either the opponent surrendering or the death of the opponent. But because pride is a great virtue in the arena, killing is the only way of victory. And because of the many deaths in the arena, the tournament is single elimination. This year everyone is awaiting the exciting new fighters that will be entering the arena. Neither warriors know who they will be fighting until the battle begins. The last twenty years belonged to the Lich King. But thanks to the treaty, the Lich King's reign is limited. The first battles of the tournament will be hosted by Lordaeron.
Every year it appears as though the real competition is between the Lich King's disciples, Night Elves, Humans, and the Orcs. And what is worse is that everyone counts out the Blood Elves. Every year the Blood Elves are the first to loss in the arena so most of the audience is in support of the other fighter. But this time things will be different. This time the Blood Elves have a new champion, a warrior who has reached beyond that which any other Blood Elf could hope to reach. I am Drekale Flamebearer, Spell Breaker for the Blood Elves, and I am that champion.