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Laggy Lagiacrus
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Original poster
There he stood – Arthur Frost, the champion of Lazula Village. Through many a battle the young man had fought, disarming and incapacitating those who dared to oppose him. Granted, it had not been an easy task to win the annual tournament, and it certainly showed. Covered in cuts, bruises, sweat and dirt, Frost looked victorious regardless, evidenced by his broad grin. The exchanging of money had already taken place – that was for the leaders of each respective town to do. The slave selection, however, was a process that the champion would take part in. A selection of females had already been chosen, to speed up the process – he had chosen a group beforehand, but the majority were just arbitrary. In reality, there was only one of the girls that he wanted, and he had specified that she be brought out at the front.
In order to make sure none of them made a run for the hills, each had been tied or chained with their hands behind their back, and their feet together. They themselves were not chained together, but there was still little chance of escape anyway.
"And now, you may choose your prize, Frost. Choose wisely – no refunds until next year!"
Arthur's village's leader let out a hearty laugh, which the torturer's protégé returned with due enthusiasm. However, when he opened his eyes, the glint of malevolence was unmistakable. This glint could be seen clearer when he drew close to a person, deliberately taking his time to choose, in order to put a show on for the audience – and to make the potential slaves uneasy. Any one of them could be under his reign for the next year, and there were rumours about just how well he treated people. Grinning slightly as he drew to who he had chosen, he spoke.
"I choose this one. She shall be mine for a year."
In order to make sure none of them made a run for the hills, each had been tied or chained with their hands behind their back, and their feet together. They themselves were not chained together, but there was still little chance of escape anyway.
"And now, you may choose your prize, Frost. Choose wisely – no refunds until next year!"
Arthur's village's leader let out a hearty laugh, which the torturer's protégé returned with due enthusiasm. However, when he opened his eyes, the glint of malevolence was unmistakable. This glint could be seen clearer when he drew close to a person, deliberately taking his time to choose, in order to put a show on for the audience – and to make the potential slaves uneasy. Any one of them could be under his reign for the next year, and there were rumours about just how well he treated people. Grinning slightly as he drew to who he had chosen, he spoke.
"I choose this one. She shall be mine for a year."