SCARPATCH 'S ARENA

As you look up from inside you cage you see a female elf standing before you. Her hair is deep red and cut short. Her left eye is a brilliant green while the other is entirely blood red, a scar runs downward across it. She turns and speaks to the person that captured you and placed you in the cage. They shake hands and soon you are dragged from within your prison and handed over to her. She speaks, her voice is low and stern for a female. "My name is Scarpatch, and you are now my slave. There are few rules, you fight, you obey and you live."
Such is the way with all of Scarpatch's slaves.

**Warning: This site does deal with some issues that others may feel uncomfortable with. I do not promote the idea of slavery, I do this it is wrong but this site is totally fictional and shall be treated as such. If you do not feel comfortable joining then please don't, just don't send me any nasty e-mails about it okay *grins* **

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