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Clova sat in her room her breaths coming in and out slowly. She was preparing herself for the fight. Clova tried not grin but she just couldn't help herself.
Clova was queen of a rather large barbarian tribe that haled from the north. As a barbarian she lived for the fight, to best her opponent and have his or her life in her hands is what they lived for. And as a tribe leader she was the strongest, weaklings do not become queens and kings in the tribes. With another grin she thought of the battle she had with the last queen of the tribe, it was a glorious fight.
A knock at the door dragged her from her musings. "Clova it is time." a sharp voice sounded from behind the door.
The barbarian queen grinned standing. Grabbing her great maul hefted the massive hammer head onto her shoulder before walking out. The whole reason she had come to this city was finally here.
The city of Raktha was a major city smack in the middle of the kingdoms. It was a trade focus point for more then a few of them as well. Many, many years before the kingdoms fought over the city claiming it as their own time and time again until one day Raktha made each one a deal, they run their city and it will be neutral grounds for all. Each kingdom will protected the city while not claiming it. It had taken some convincing but one by one the kingdoms eventually agreed to Raktha's deal.
In celebration of that event the city made and hosted a tournament. The best fighters from all around came and fought for prizes. Since then the tournament had changed into a daily event. The arena.
Fighters and mages from all kingdoms came to fight one another, the prizes came from the city but the best came from the demands of the winners. The rule was that the winner can demand anything from the loser, this made for an entertaining event. For more then once the winner demanded sex and they could not refuse.
Clova made her way down the hall, she knew where she was going. The barbarian queen had walked these halls before and each time came out victorious. Stopping at two large thick wooden doors she trembled with delight and excitement. She was ready to fight her opponent.
Clova was queen of a rather large barbarian tribe that haled from the north. As a barbarian she lived for the fight, to best her opponent and have his or her life in her hands is what they lived for. And as a tribe leader she was the strongest, weaklings do not become queens and kings in the tribes. With another grin she thought of the battle she had with the last queen of the tribe, it was a glorious fight.
A knock at the door dragged her from her musings. "Clova it is time." a sharp voice sounded from behind the door.
The barbarian queen grinned standing. Grabbing her great maul hefted the massive hammer head onto her shoulder before walking out. The whole reason she had come to this city was finally here.
The city of Raktha was a major city smack in the middle of the kingdoms. It was a trade focus point for more then a few of them as well. Many, many years before the kingdoms fought over the city claiming it as their own time and time again until one day Raktha made each one a deal, they run their city and it will be neutral grounds for all. Each kingdom will protected the city while not claiming it. It had taken some convincing but one by one the kingdoms eventually agreed to Raktha's deal.
In celebration of that event the city made and hosted a tournament. The best fighters from all around came and fought for prizes. Since then the tournament had changed into a daily event. The arena.
Fighters and mages from all kingdoms came to fight one another, the prizes came from the city but the best came from the demands of the winners. The rule was that the winner can demand anything from the loser, this made for an entertaining event. For more then once the winner demanded sex and they could not refuse.
Clova made her way down the hall, she knew where she was going. The barbarian queen had walked these halls before and each time came out victorious. Stopping at two large thick wooden doors she trembled with delight and excitement. She was ready to fight her opponent.
