Sgrios Mass: Your Armor Decays
Beyond the wide waters that separate the lands of Temuair and Medenia lies a despicable pit in which warriors skirt death in pursuit of gold and glory. Situated in the dusty wasteland north of Asilon Town is the gladiator arena, that treacherous place frequented by sadists and scum of all walks, both to spectate and participate in the adrenaline-fueled slaughter. As is custom for Aislings fresh to the advanced paths of the New World, I, too, visited this den of despair to test myself against the fearsome beasts of this gruesome ritual. Since my triumph, if it can be touted as such, I have given little thought to the experience. The tiara I was awarded never fit my head in a flattering way and has sat in a drawer in the bank since; the wretched turtle I was expected to trot around awkwardly on was adopted by some desperate beggar -- I assume it made a wretched stew. I had thought the entire day was an exercise in futility until I found the treasure of a lesson hidden within. My lif