Welcome to Avaleur, a medieval fantasy roleplay site where anything is a possibility. Face bandits, or knights. Work your way up to become part of Avaleur's castle, or try your luck at being a thief. Own a shop, be a guild master, start a family. The possibilities are endless.
Delliks chuckled, "I see... should have figured. I was wondering because there are a few large ones on Florendova, all with different themes." he shrugged, "Why you need a theme for an arena I don't know, draw more spectators I guess."
"This one has no themes and only invited spectators are allowed. The combatants are combatants for life or until they die. There aren't many who become trainers, and fewer yet that stay alive after they become trainers." Envelon said, furrowing her brow. She had six more years until she was to become the youngest ever trainer, until she got broken out that is. ((hmmm... I don't like Envelon as much as I thought i would. She dies in my war thread later on lol))