Shizuki Okabe

1 Kathos Champion In a lonely cell, deep underground, sat an old man, grizzled and scarred. A giant compared to everyone else. Past the sounds of rattling chains and the stillness of the dark, the murmur of a busy crowd could be heard above him through the skylight in his cell. His cell was roomier than others, but not by much considering his size. His bedding had hay and thin blanket, a luxury the other slaves, the other gladiators weren’t given. As was his right; In this ring, this small colosseum, he was the uncontested warrior, a champion. A walking mystery he is. He speaks the common tongue, but it’s confirmed he understands a multitude of languages. Where he originally hails from is unknown. {Rumors say he was found by a passing caravan in the deserts of Caldea. Wearing only a leather kilt, boots, and leather bracers, all worn with time. It was assumed that he was a run-away slave considering his scars, yet there was no mark of ownership, a brand to indicate who he belonged to. To a traveling merchant like the man who spotted this half-dead giant in the desert, a rain-fell of gold from the gods. The brawn on this slave was almost three times larger than anyone he’d ever seen. The caluss on his hands suggested he knew how to weild a weapon. When he finally awoke, it was nightfall, and he had been caged like a feral animal. Just outside his cage was a man charged with guarding him, and not far off were a few more people all around a campfire laughing and drinking, speaking in merchant gibberish. “How much do you think we’ll get for that big oaf?” Asked a small man with a mouthful of food. “Such a stupid question! Do you not see the muscle on that giant? With my connections in Carthans, no less that 400 gold. If you hold your tongue and let me do the talking Debju, we may secure a full Bullion[1000 gold].” The Caravan leader spoke, verbally jabbing at Debju, the young man with bad manners. Ab-dallah, the caravan leader, was an older man that looked like tanned leather from the desert sun. His beard only had a few strands of grey hair left, the rest were whitere thatn the bleached sand of Caldea. “Gentlemen.” Ab-dallah rose a glass of wine, “The Goddess of Fortune smiles upon us. May she continue to bless us on our travels. Ah-salla.” “Ah-salla,” all the men near the campfire responded in unison. Before Ab-dallah could sip his toast, a scream shot out from the direction of the cage, the guard assigned to watch the new merchandise was dangling in the air, being help by the back of his neck by the caged brute. The brute had ripped the water-skin that was hanging on the guards waist, then threw him several feet effortlessly. The rest of the caravan sighed in relief then laughed, “A thirsty on he is.” Ab-dallah chuckled, walking up to the cage. “That shouldn’t be such an easy feat. That man weighs as much as a pregnant camel. Yet you threw him like a pebble.” He didn’t get a response, the brute was chugging the water-skin dry, some water spilled on his body. “What do they call you? Hm? What is your name?” Ab-dallah had asked slowly in the common tongue, assuming the man was deaf or a mute. There was a pause, before Ab-dallah could turn away, “Kathos.” Responed the giant with a deep bellowed voice. “I am Kathos.” Ab-dallah smirked, thankful that his new find could in fact talk. “That is an..odd name. Where are you from?” AB-dallah had asked still speaking slowly. “I don’t remember,” Kathos had responded in their language, but is was broken. The men were shocked, Ab-dallah laughed and passed his gratitude towards the heavens. Debju ran up to the cage, face still covered in grease, “You speak Deser-tik?” He asked Kathos with a nervous smile. “A little.” Another broken response from Kathos. The conversation continued in merchant gibberish. Debju offered the giant a leg of meat cautiously. Kathos reached through the cage, his hand could easily engulf a mans head, and yanked the food from the miniscule man, and tore into it like a ravenous beast. Kathos ate while the caravan sat there watching, not knowing what to anticipate. Ab-dallah broke the nervous silence that filled the camp, “Kathos.” The giant just looked toward the man but did not respond. “where are your scars from?” kathos looked across his body, and a mixture of emotions swam over his face, “Battle.” Was his only response. There were a few audible gulps in the crowd surrounding him. The men began to murmur to each other in a coded talk, “My lord. This could be very bad for us!” Ab-dallah only smiled more, “Or the most fruitful venture we’ve ever had.” He stated stroking his big beard. Debju interrupted in Deser-tik, which got an angry response from Ab-dallah, “What if this monster tries to escape?” The dooor flew off the cage and toppled a tent that was over a dozen feet away. Kathos stood there with his fist extended. All he did was lay down in the cage, then closed his eyes. Ab-dalla slapped Debju to the ground. “He is no monster you buffoon! He is a Titan with his spirit broken. My sons, this will be the easiest bullion we’ve ever made!” He sang out in coded talk. “Ah-salla.” He heartidly finished his toast and spat the last few drops into the camp fire.} A guard clanged a spear against his cell, “Champion! You’re fight is coming up, ready yourself.” Kathos didn’t respond. He slowly rose from his bed, then cracked his neck. The guard just walked away trying not to let is show that he was intimidated. A few moments passed, then the same guard returned with five others in his company. One man opened his cell while the other gripped their spears tightly. Kathos trudged forward, each step a deep echo through the underground. The closer, he got to the entrance of his prison, the cheers of the crowd could be heard “Mighty! Kathos! Mighty! Kathos!” Kathos stood there, still in the dark as the guards handed him two blades unique to him, one a straight sword, the other curved like a serpent. An announcer could be heard over the crowd, amplifying everyone’s excitement for the up coming fight. Two corpses lay, one missing his head, the other an Orc, miss both arms. A large cat off to the side gnawing on one of the Orc’s arm and opposite to the entrance where Kathos stood was a man wearing black scrap armor and wielding a long-arm Khopesh. “’Lo, we have a worth contender my dear fans! So far 10 notable fighters have been slain by our honored guest, Deser-Kest ‘The Executioner!’” The crowed roared in response. “Surely, it is only fitting to have our champion, the ‘Mighty Kathos’, be the true test of this warriors measure.” The crowd stamped and went crazy, the whole arena shook. Red tapestries unfurled on the walls with Black portraits of Kathos. “Our champion, undefeated, for nearly five years running! Our champion who has ripped apart contenders with his bear hands! Who’s wrestled grizzlies! Who-,” each feat that was shouted got a louder response from the crowd. The Kathos stomped out, and the people lost their mind. “Here! Is! Might! Kathos!” the announcer shouted. Kathos raised his crooked blade, some men with red paint over their faces roared, a few women exposed themselves. --- this is what I have so far but i'm still working on it. open to criticism but please soften your blows a little lol.

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