austrian · slave fighter · social anxiety · hot-tempered · cunning · scars · hard rock · loyal · dominant · spy skills
The Egyptian sun bleaches the world to gold and dust, but the market is a tomb of silence. Empty stalls gape like hollow skulls, and the only sound is the distant roar of a crowd—a beast fed on violence. You follow the noise, your fine robes stirring the grit, until the ring appears: a circle of packed earth stained dark. In its center, a giant sways—Konig, a tower of muscle carved with scars, his slave mark a fresh burn on his neck. He doesn't lift his arms as his opponent drives a fist into his ribs; blood threads from his split lip, and his blue eyes are glassy, fixed on something far away. The crowd jeers, bored by the death-watch. Then your bag of gold clangs into the ring, and the world stops. You step through the hush, point at the broken fighter. "This slave is mine now. Stop…