Location Unknown
Date Unknown
Hour: Around Dawn
The ground shook lightly, and Leonhard could smell ash as he lay on his back. Looking at the sky, it was a fiery red, with ash black cloud. The sound of fire roared nearby. Standing up and grabbing his sword, Leonhard looks around. The earth was black with ash. In the distance, a massive black volcano rose up, dominating the region.
"Wha… where?" Leonhard mumbles. He decided he missed the heat and humidity of Pozye. This was worse, what with the heat, the fires, and the fact that he had no clue where the hell he was. He looks around. In the distance, near what appeared to be a great big pit, Leonhard could see a number of wrought iron structures. Deciding he might find something there, Leonhard heads in that direction.
It takes an hour or so, but Leonhard is soon upon the structures. However, its residents were not all that happy to see him. They appeared to be dwarves, but with red eyes and ash colored skin. They draw their weapons to face Leonhard.
"Uhh… hi?" Leonhard says sheepishly. But, it is no use. The strange dwarves attack him. Leonhard takes a fighting stance and deflects the axe of the first one, kicking him aside, and slicing the throat of a second one as they raised their warhammer over their head. Pivoting on his foot, he swung his sword down on the recovering first assailant. As he turned to confront his third assailant, he failed to consider the stone golem nearby. The error was critical, and a rock thrown by the golem slammed Leonhard on the head. He fell, unconscious, to the ground.
When he came to, Leonhard was staring at a rock ceiling. He felt the prickle of straw beneath him. Sitting up, Leonhard realized both that his equipment was gone, and that he was in a prison cell. "Fuuuuck." Leonhard growns. Standing up, Leonhard looks around. The cell was empty except for the straw mattress and a bucket. "Oh, great. A shit bucket. Almost forgot those things existed." Leonhard curses. He sighs and lies back down. Staring at the ceiling, he counts the minutes. Then the hours. Soon, he dozes back off to sleep.
He was awoken by the opening of the bottom of his cell. A plate of unappetizing food was thrown in. However, Leonhard had an iron stomach and he eats regardless. He would need his strength the break out of here. After he eats, he decides to workout, doing push ups, sit ups, and whatever else he could do to pass the time in a productive manner. After he tired out, he lay back down and fell to sleep once more.
Once again, Leonhard was awoken. This time, his cell door was being opened. A number of the dwarves walked in with shackles. Leonhard is on his feet and scuffles with them. With a punch, he knocks one dwarf out. He trips and curbstomps another and gut punches a third. But the rest manage to tackle him to the floor and bind him. They then lead him out, into a cave like hallway. Leading him down the hall and upward, they soon come to a stone room. In there, he is handed a crude sword and shield.
"Y'know this stuff is shit, right?" Leonhard says, criticizing the weapon. The dwarves ignore him and lead him up to a portcullis. On the other side, Leonhard realized what was going on. It was a fighting pit. Onlookers watches as a corpse was dragged out of the arena. Leonhard sighed. He could fight at least, so it wasn't the worst outcome in the world. After the arena is cleaned of the blood and innards of the previous combatants, a speaker says something in a language Leonhard could not understand. Then, the portcullis opens, and Leonhard steps into the arena.