Cadwal

I fought in the Coliseum, not for the safety of the clan, not for treasure or glory, but for the love of the battle. I watched countless dragons fall to strong beasts, and I believed it would never happen to me. I knew what I was doing. I was always prepared. I knew all the right moves to get the job done.

I thought I had the upper hand. I called upon my Arcane energy and swiped with all my might.

Had I not been fighting a Nature enemy, I likely would have been fine. Instead, I was struck down and left for dead.

Then, a Shadow clan came through. Not to do battle, but traveling as they gathered food for their clan. One spotted me. A Spiral, his body wreathed in smoke, and I watched as he pulled out a deck of cards

"You've met a grim fate, Imperial. Pick a card."

It took me all I had to touch one card.

"Thirteen. Lucky you."

My eyes grew heavy, and I knew no more.

The Spiral was twisted around his furniture, watching me.

"Good. I was worried you might not wake up. I am Melarnic. Some call me the Dark Trickster. I... Fixed you."

I took a look and was surprised by what I found.