Late Evening, Day Three - Part 2

The party heads around the corner, at first continuing to the right, then turning south following the sounds of combat. They stop outside a doorway, just as an almighty collection of cheers, growls, howls and other more monstrous sounds erupts through the open arch with the force of a strong breeze.

Inside the chamber, you see a ring of staggered seating ringing the outside, where a vast number of humans, animals, monsters, and all sorts of in-betweens have assembled, cheering (as best they can) to the two combatants in center of what appears to be some kind of combat arena: the floor, covered with sand, is splattered with blood, severed digits, rotting limbs and even scorched skeletons. The edge of the seating is surrounded by some kind of shimmering magical barrier.

The most recent combatants are still in the center of the ring; a large minotaur, and a pair of centaurs lie dead in the middle of the floor, slowly being dragged away - rather uncoordinatedly - by a team of wererats who seem to spend more time squabbling and hitting each other than on their actual duties. Two werewolves lie on the ground; one dead, and one clearly wishing he was. The sole "survivor" of the battle appears to be a tall, strong, muscular woman in leather armor that does a lot to hide her femininity. Still wielding a very big sword, she glances around before stabbing the wailing werewolf in the neck. He dies not long afterwards. She appears to be very tired, but is determined and continues to hold on to her sword.

Around the arms of the woman and the creatures, you see colored bands. Around the woman and the werewolves are red bands; the minotaur and centaurs have blue bands, while the wererats have rather stained white bands.

The "boss" wererat starts slapping and knocking together the heads of the wererats dragging the bodies over to the far left corner of the room (the north-eastern corner) where there is a hollow cavity in the staircase. The wererats finally get back to work, and begin stripping the monsters bodies and pushing them into the cavity, where you begin to hear some rather alarming sounds. One of the wererats pushes another inside the cavity as they argue over who gets to keep something taken off of one of the werewolves. It disappears into the darkness with a cut-off scream and a loud "crunch".

The call goes forth from an amusingly pompous fat wererat who shrieks a few barely discernible words into a black orb he holds in his hand. From a black box hanging from the roof in the center of the room, a slightly more intelligible voice cries, "Next challengers, enter the ring!" You watch as the force field begins to flicker.