Urik, The City of Lions.
That’s what they call it, what with its huge army and towering walls. A model of efficiency, discipline and law Urik is a city whose citizens have traded safety and prosperity for freedom. Ruled by Hamanu, the self proclaimed “King of the World”, Urik is a city of order enforced by Hamanu’s legion of Templars.
None of that means much to you however, now that you’ve found yourself at the bottom of the Pit of Black Death, a depleted obsidian mine turned arena. You’ve been here only a few days but already it has been nearly unbearable. The arena chambers are cramped, searing hot and littered with razor sharp obsidian fragments. It is nearly The Festival of the Highest Sun and word has it Hamanu wishes to start the new year with a week long gladiatorial fights.
It is unlikely you will survive the coming fights, but the conditions you find yourself in now make death seem a welcome alternative. But there is hope, for in The City of Lions the worth of a man is dictated by his actions. If you stand victorious at the conclusion of the festival, there is precedent that Hamanu may recognize your abilities and elevate you from your current position. Whether attracting the gaze of Hamanu will prove a blessing or a curse, remains to be seen.