I’m finally doing this oh well
(I know I’m technically in Arcane, but Fire makes more sense as a location for this.)
In the Ashfall Waste, near the border with the Windswept Plateau, the city of Above juts out on the top of a dark cliff face, its dark silhouette contrasting with the pale dawn sky, shrouded in a haze of firesmoke.
If we look closer, one building especially catches our eye. It is huge, looming over most of the city and rivaled only by what looks to be a palace.
But, this building looks like the palace’s exact opposite. Let’s take a closer look.
It almost has no windows, its walls are made of a dark stone, weathered by the ages. The one gate there is is dark and unwelcoming, made of steel bars and sharp spikes.
From inside, the echoes of roars and pained cries reach our ears. A fiery orange glow casts huge and terrifying shadows on the walls of the curved hallways of the building. Shadows of dragons, and… something else.
We walk past a heavy and reinforced door, and a blood-curdling scream comes from the other side, followed by vicious laughter.
But you need not listen to that, there’s plenty of fun ahead.
As we walk past other doors and staircases which end in darkness, we finally reach what this building is intended for: the main attraction.
The sound of swords clanging and claws scraping and dragons roaring almost deafens us, as it echoes off the curved walls that maybe resemble a theater of some sort, until we finally look down from our platform and forget the resemblance.
On the sandy ground between the three-quarter circle of seats, a team of two dragons are fighting with three harpies. Or at least it looks like there’s only two dragons, until you see the third: collapsed on his side, heavily bleeding from a wound in his chest. The other two, a Mirror and a Spiral, barely recognizable, are bleeding as well: from various scratches on their legs and neck, and one of the Spiral’s ears is missing.
“What is this place?” you say with disgust, but I’m not listening.
It’s my place, I think with a wicked grin as I spread my wings and turn to you ceremoniously, my large shadow cast on the wall.
“Welcome to the Arena!” I say, and as my words boom through the gigantic space and disappear through the metal net-ceiling into the night, you flinch back. From the shadows, two guards jump out and seize you, with their sharp spears pointed at your throat.
“Now, now, don’t leave yet, think of the amazing time we could have together! Let the old Ringleader have a bit of fun, don’t you think?”
With a flick of my tail, I signal to the guards. Their grip tightens, and they carry you off, to one of the staircases and into the darkness, to deities know where.
The City of Above is located (kinda) here
(I know I’m technically in Arcane, but Fire makes more sense as a location for this.)
In the Ashfall Waste, near the border with the Windswept Plateau, the city of Above juts out on the top of a dark cliff face, its dark silhouette contrasting with the pale dawn sky, shrouded in a haze of firesmoke.
If we look closer, one building especially catches our eye. It is huge, looming over most of the city and rivaled only by what looks to be a palace.
But, this building looks like the palace’s exact opposite. Let’s take a closer look.
It almost has no windows, its walls are made of a dark stone, weathered by the ages. The one gate there is is dark and unwelcoming, made of steel bars and sharp spikes.
From inside, the echoes of roars and pained cries reach our ears. A fiery orange glow casts huge and terrifying shadows on the walls of the curved hallways of the building. Shadows of dragons, and… something else.
We walk past a heavy and reinforced door, and a blood-curdling scream comes from the other side, followed by vicious laughter.
But you need not listen to that, there’s plenty of fun ahead.
As we walk past other doors and staircases which end in darkness, we finally reach what this building is intended for: the main attraction.
The sound of swords clanging and claws scraping and dragons roaring almost deafens us, as it echoes off the curved walls that maybe resemble a theater of some sort, until we finally look down from our platform and forget the resemblance.
On the sandy ground between the three-quarter circle of seats, a team of two dragons are fighting with three harpies. Or at least it looks like there’s only two dragons, until you see the third: collapsed on his side, heavily bleeding from a wound in his chest. The other two, a Mirror and a Spiral, barely recognizable, are bleeding as well: from various scratches on their legs and neck, and one of the Spiral’s ears is missing.
“What is this place?” you say with disgust, but I’m not listening.
It’s my place, I think with a wicked grin as I spread my wings and turn to you ceremoniously, my large shadow cast on the wall.
“Welcome to the Arena!” I say, and as my words boom through the gigantic space and disappear through the metal net-ceiling into the night, you flinch back. From the shadows, two guards jump out and seize you, with their sharp spears pointed at your throat.
“Now, now, don’t leave yet, think of the amazing time we could have together! Let the old Ringleader have a bit of fun, don’t you think?”
With a flick of my tail, I signal to the guards. Their grip tightens, and they carry you off, to one of the staircases and into the darkness, to deities know where.
The City of Above is located (kinda) here
Ello, I’m August/Screech, and I am an artist and a procrastinator.
Previously disgraceofsummer.
Check out my Arena Pinkerlocke! (AKA what the Coli is in my lore)
Previously disgraceofsummer.
Check out my Arena Pinkerlocke! (AKA what the Coli is in my lore)
