Gladiator Arena RMP - (World of Warcraft fanfiction)

Chapter One

The cave was dark and dank, filled with the sounds of clanging swords and grunts of exertion. Thousands of men and women, each with their own fighting skill, practiced their combat techniques on haystacks and other makeshift targets. In the background, a massive chalkboard dominated one wall, displaying a leaderboard of team names and points.

The leaderboard was the key to everything in the gladiator arena. Each line on the board represented a different point threshold, and each threshold unlocked a new reward for the teams that reached it. For example, at 1400 points, teams received more food to sustain them in their training and combat. At 1600 points, they received extra gear such as armor and weapons to improve their chances in the arena. At 1800 points, they were rewarded with a luxurious training facility where they could hone their skills and recover from their injuries. And at 2100 points, they earned the right to compete in the arena world championship, where the best teams in the land came together to fight for glory and riches.

But the ultimate goal for all of the teams was to reach 2400 points, where they would be rewarded with a magnificent armored dragon and their freedom from slavery. This was a rare and highly coveted prize, and only the most skilled and determined teams had a chance of achieving it.

The conditions inside the cave were harsh and unforgiving. The slaves were forced to train and fight without rest, and were given only the bare minimum of food and water to sustain them. They were constantly watched by their guards, who were brutal and ruthless men who took pleasure in tormenting and punishing the slaves. They would beat and whip the slaves who disobeyed or failed to perform to their satisfaction, and would even kill those who dared to defy them.

The slaves lived in constant fear and despair, knowing that their only hope of freedom was to win battles in the arena. But even then, they faced long odds and fierce competition from the other teams. Only the strongest and most skilled teams had a chance of reaching 2400 points and earning their freedom. And even then, they had to be wary of betrayal and treachery from within their own ranks. The road to freedom was a long and difficult one, and only the strongest and most determined slaves had a chance of surviving it.

The gladiator arena was a massive and impressive structure, built to accommodate thousands of spectators and showcase the combat skills of the slaves. It was a 3v3 arena, with teams of three fighters facing off against each other until one team had all of its members knocked out unconscious.

The rules of combat were simple: fight to glory, and the last team standing would be declared the winner. But the stakes were high, and the rewards were great. Every win earned a team 20 points on the leaderboard, and every loss deducted 20 points. This meant that every battle was critical, and teams had to fight with all their strength and skill to emerge victorious.

The arena was a brutal and unforgiving place, but it was also a source of hope and inspiration for the slaves. For many of them, it was their only chance to earn their freedom and the reward of a magnificent armored dragon. And so they fought with all their heart and soul, determined to emerge victorious and earn the prize that they had dreamed of for so long.

The arena goblin was a small and wiry creature, with sharp teeth and beady eyes. He was in charge of the competition, and would come out with a scroll and read out the names of the random teams of slaves who would be paired up together to form teams of three.

He read out the names of two teams quickly, and then paused before announcing the third team. "Luther, Agnes, and Erasmus," he said, his voice booming through the cave.

Luther was the team's leader, a former soldier who was a master of stealth and blades. He was able to stun his opponents and control the battlefield, using smoke bombs and dust to blind and confuse his enemies. His damage was not high, but his control was unmatched.

Agnes was the team's mage, a master of fire magic who could summon meteors and fireballs to rain down on her opponents. She was also able to teleport away from danger, and was a valuable asset in close combat. She had once reached 2100 points, and was one step away from her freedom. But her team had replaced her with a male mage who they had more confidence in.

Erasmus was the team's priest, a skilled healer who could heal his teammates from their wounds using holy magic. He was also able to protect them from strong attacks, and was a valuable asset to the team. He was new to slavery and was afraid to fight, but he understood that this was his only way out of slavery.

The cave went silent as the goblin announced the formation of the RMP team. This was an unusual team, with a mix of roles that was not commonly seen in the arena. Most teams had two big warriors and a healer, or two mages and a healer. But the RMP team had a stealthy rogue, a fire mage, and a holy priest. This was a unique and unorthodox combination, and everyone knew that the goblin had put this team together to fail.

But no one knew why the goblin had done this. Some said that he was jealous of Luther's skill and wanted to see him fail. Others said that he was bored and wanted to create some excitement in the arena. Whatever the reason, the formation of the RMP team had created a stir among the other teams and the spectators.

The goblin continued reading out the names of hundreds more teams, each with its own unique combination of skills and abilities. But none of them caught the attention of the crowd like the RMP team did. They were the underdogs, the unlikely heroes who had to overcome their differences and work together to earn their freedom and the reward of a magnificent armored dragon. It was going to be an interesting journey, and everyone was eager to see how they would fare in the arena.