Noise! Unbelievable noise, ship after ship arrived at the docks
carrying all manner of peoples from around the known world. Wild animals with stripped skin and ferocious teeth
were being moved by even stranger larger creatures with huge tusks and grey leather skin that a man would be
hard pressed to pierce with the sharpest of blades. There were jugglers, fire breathers and dancing girls. The
rich were here too, easy to distinguish as each of them had their own entourage of slaves. Some of them are so
rich that not only were they dressed in the finest silks and gold jewellery but so were their slaves! Crass and
brainless, most of them had no understanding of the money and wealth they had as they were born to it. Only a
few of the rich here made their own fortune and one would find that they tended to be more discreet as they know
more about human nature and greed than most.
“PIG VS DOGS!! HOW CAN A PIG POSSIBLY FIGHT AGAINST HUNTING
DOGS?!?!?!?! COME, COME PLACE YOUR BETS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. REMEMBER CORFAX PLAYS FAIR, CORFAX PAYS FAIR!” It
was mid day now and the heat was starting to tax Corfax, he mopped his lupine brow once more. It had been a hard
day of bellowing for one so unfit.
Corfax knew the “pig” would win, it was a wild boar and his friend on
the inside had already mildly drugged the dogs with some of the herbs Corfax had given him. Easy money from
fools! A good day for greasy swine.
Modan did not like these crowds, it was hot and sweaty and pick
pockets were here too. A merchant screamed blue murder at the towering guard, money had been taken behind his
back and the perpetrator had fled into the crowd. The Egyptian kept his wits about him but then only a fool
would try to steal from such a figure.
At last the time come for Modan to see the fighters that Falmer had
sent him with such eagerness to bet on. It was obvious to all when Puglua was brought forth in his cage,
children cried and women screamed, one faint hearted slave girl passed out cold upon looking at him.
Then Bradonius, golden haired Bradonius, skin bronzed and taut
covering the most defined and symmetrical muscles anyone had ever seen. One faint hearted noble woman fainted
when he caught her eye and gave her a perfect smile. He posed and flexed, he flicked his hair and pouted, the
women went wild and so did some of the men. The rest of the men laughed and taunted him and then it came, the
rotten egg smashed the show boating Bradonius in the face. The men all laughed heartily.
“Take that you golden haired weakling!” Came a cry from the
“You look better suited to entertaining rich old women than fighting!
You’re gonna die swiftly loser!”
“It ends for you today pretty boy. Pugula will eat your heart, he
will even eat your very bones!”
And so the cursing went on. As the cursing went on Corfax couldn’t
believe his luck, his purse was bulging everyone was betting on Pugula but Corfax knew otherwise, Corfax knew
that this fighter Bradonius had been trained by none other than Crixon the ex-gladiator champion. If Crixon had
trained this man then surely there was more than meets the eye to this golden poser.
The cages were brought to the pit and then silence fell upon the
people. The fight that would be the climax to the days fighting was about to begin. The crowds had seen a giant
stripped cat kill a thief, a pig kill two dogs, and old noble man found guilty of fraud was killed by a pygmy
with an axe, the very axe they had given the poor old fool to make the fight look fair, in the end his head was
pushed into a barrel of wine and as he drown he had the axe embedded in his behind. The crowd loved it and were
filled with blood lust.
A rotund man with a perfect blonde beard stood by the pit and began
to send the crowd into further frenzy!
“HERE IT IS! THE BATTLE YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR! BEAUUUUUTY VERSUS
“FROM CARAPANTHEA ITSELF WE HAVE THE LEGENDARY PUGLA, AS STRONG AS HE
IS HIDEOUS, AS SAVAGE AS HE IS CUNNING, NEVER! NOT ONCE HAS THIS MAN BEEN DEFEATED!”
“AND FROM RHODUS WE HAVE THE BEAUTY HAHAHA! LETS HOPE HE HAS MORE
GOING FOR HIM THAN LOOKS! WHY IS HE HERE YOU MAY ASK? WELL IF HE IS HALF AS GOOD A FIGHTER AS HE IS A LOVER
PUGULA WILL BE DOOMED HAHAHA! POOR OLD PYCRAS WILL FINALLY GET HIS REVENGE IF HE IS LUCKY. YES IT WAS THIS
FILTHY MAN WHORE THAT RAVISHED HELIA THE WIFE OF PYCRAS!”
As the crowd was full of nobles and none of them with the looks of
Bradonius it was easy to generate a feeling of hatred towards Bradonius, the smell of rotten eggs only added to
the amusement. The women on the other hand wondered just how much fun Helia had before she was caught