The rings existed for as long as Rhy'din had, though no one quite remembered its beginnings. However, it went unargued that the first fight ring began in the city of Rhy'din itself, at the docks. In the trend of abandoned warehouses gone to misuse, the first ring began. It was a curious place: the center of the floor had sunk into the basement and the floors above had been knocked clean to make space for the stadium that rose beyond the pit. The existance of the fight ring was enough to attract patrons and they prized fighters, ranging from the most sentient elf to the strangest and animalistic of beasts. They fought for money, glory, and the entertainment of paying betters who laid waste to their paychecks on blood and gore. Even then, only a handful of Rhy'din population found the rings and even less remained. However, those few hundred or more were enough to support the rings and attract new bodies when needed.
The rest of the rings that began to circulate were created in a similar style, appealing the masses of gamblers, patrons, and simple on-lookers with a taste for the unsavory. The rings often matched the spectators sad conditions: they were covered in blood, dirt and rot, and most found themselves too lazy or without care to properly clean a place where so many were meant for death, or worse.
The fighter-gladiators were a rough-and-tumble group. Some came with a patron's support and visions of glory; most came as a result of bad fortune and slavery, forced to fight until their inevitable deaths. Although only a few rings held tournaments to the death, many fell to their own injuries or were simply worn to the bone and lost their will to live. Even for the ones who came to the rings out of choice, fighting was a dangerous and deadly game. The pens tht the fighter-gladiators were kept in were crowded, heated with often filthy, aggressive, and sometimes dying beasts of fortune.
The most popular of the rings truly was underground. Beneath Rhy'din city and expanding onwards was an underground city accessed from various points, most often graves that were dug up and tunneled into. In the city was a fight ring of impressive proportions, run by the city's inhabitants: a strange breed of elves that were a hybrid of many other things, potentially manmade. Cultish, aggressive, and gray-skinned, the elves not only controlled the rings but everything that pertained to the city and its visitors. Any unruly better would be faced with creatures that had no mind for the lives of any others but their own god and leader, an unseen creature by the name of Vale. All the elves were adourned with his sign, a silver eye with rays of light pushing from it.
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You are more than welcome to post here if you think you're character would be the type to find the fight rings, to bet or battle in them. You can NPC your opponents are PM me and I'll try and set something up. I've got no problem about working with people about this. If you'd like a "patron" for your character, you can talk to me about that too. For Ambrose, the rings are a center of unsavory business in which he always needs new gladiators should one die.
If you have any other questions, just let me know!
The rest of the rings that began to circulate were created in a similar style, appealing the masses of gamblers, patrons, and simple on-lookers with a taste for the unsavory. The rings often matched the spectators sad conditions: they were covered in blood, dirt and rot, and most found themselves too lazy or without care to properly clean a place where so many were meant for death, or worse.
The fighter-gladiators were a rough-and-tumble group. Some came with a patron's support and visions of glory; most came as a result of bad fortune and slavery, forced to fight until their inevitable deaths. Although only a few rings held tournaments to the death, many fell to their own injuries or were simply worn to the bone and lost their will to live. Even for the ones who came to the rings out of choice, fighting was a dangerous and deadly game. The pens tht the fighter-gladiators were kept in were crowded, heated with often filthy, aggressive, and sometimes dying beasts of fortune.
The most popular of the rings truly was underground. Beneath Rhy'din city and expanding onwards was an underground city accessed from various points, most often graves that were dug up and tunneled into. In the city was a fight ring of impressive proportions, run by the city's inhabitants: a strange breed of elves that were a hybrid of many other things, potentially manmade. Cultish, aggressive, and gray-skinned, the elves not only controlled the rings but everything that pertained to the city and its visitors. Any unruly better would be faced with creatures that had no mind for the lives of any others but their own god and leader, an unseen creature by the name of Vale. All the elves were adourned with his sign, a silver eye with rays of light pushing from it.
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You are more than welcome to post here if you think you're character would be the type to find the fight rings, to bet or battle in them. You can NPC your opponents are PM me and I'll try and set something up. I've got no problem about working with people about this. If you'd like a "patron" for your character, you can talk to me about that too. For Ambrose, the rings are a center of unsavory business in which he always needs new gladiators should one die.
If you have any other questions, just let me know!