"Look at that, Oryni! LOOK AT THEM GO! The crowd is on their feet!"
"It's the beginning of the end for our champion, Mors! With that wound in his torso – looks like it took out one of his organs by the look of it – but seriously, LOOK AT HIM GOING! Even dying as he is, he's taken out three of our gladiators he's facing in what is becoming the final fight for our champion! What strength he displays in his final moments! When an inspiration to all of his fans, even as he falls and takes those final breaths of-,"
"Speaking of breaths, Oryni, we simply must go to say that our sponsors have a word for everyone. Yes, you know who – The Drass and Erothi Corporation opens its doors once again to-,"
Iyera sighed and shut off the display screen, having heard enough. She rubbed one of her temples with her hand, tail thumping once against the floor. Upon hearing a cough, she quickly looked up and behind her.
There was another of her kin in the door – Aenthu, if she remembered correctly. Aenthu sighed and shook her head a bit, black hair almost falling in front of her black eyes. "I was watching that, Yaree."
"Oh, sorry, queen of all things. I simply did not notice your ravishing presence within this room. I'll look better next time. When you begin knocking on my frame."
Aenthu just shrugged, crossing her arms.
"We have now to get more pawns, you recognize. We're beginning to run out of our pawns and the Rothkin haven't got many spare Outcasts to... lend."
Iyera frowned, "Already? Yiss. We'll have to... recruit. From the Yemlans."
"Rayo died shortly after that fight by the way, if you didn't realize. By someone on his own team after they went berserk We're will need lots MORE to make that champion of champions up." Aenthu grimaced.
Iyera grimaced too. Rayo was a good pawn. Hard to replace.
"Then we'll get a lot of them, Aenthu. Many of them. For Diablo Arena."
Blood pooled on the sand. One lone woman started the trek back into the darkness...
"More will come. I have made sure of that."
A/N: Hello, welcome to my new story, Diablo Arena. 'Path of Hate' is on a temporary hiatus until I figure out what I'm going to do with it – but as I have a rough idea of what I will be doing, that may be soon. 'Champion of Gilneas' is having a complete overhaul – So if you're currently looking for future chapters for that, you're out of luck. Sorry.
Yemlans is Earth... or at least, that dimension. Sorry that there seems to be more lore than real story at the moment – I can't delve into it until people begin joining or they might be put off!
Also, as this is an AU, all races will be accepted providing they have a reason to be there. Also, there is no limit to powers – however! Reality manipulating, mind controlling, eye color changing sorceresses with superb dagger throwing skills and the perfect appearance will quickly find that they've been made realistic suddenly... And then probably killed off anyway. That's them ALL together. I don't mind if you're just a mind controller, but...
Onto the subject of being killed – as this is an AU, to sign up means your character will probably be maimed/mutilated/shamed/killed/poisoned/slapped/ripped apart in some way eventually. Maybe. Don't worry though – killing won't happen for a good while... yet. This is just a warning and it won't exceed the MA warning – because if it did my account would be banned/story deleted or something.
Okay, so here's the thing. Diablo Arena's not just a SYOC story... It's also going to be one of the first times I adventure into writing something with so many characters. More than the last time I tried. As such, the beginning/main cast is going to be quite small until more characters are introduced so that I can get used to it – all characters can and will be used once submitted.
P.S I've created a HUGE document for all the translations and lore I've put into the making so far, sort of like a huge author's note/author's guide (Or in the language of the Uskelokin, Ku'in kui Zel're (Literal translation = Halflore of the Author)) to Diablo Arena.