Just a little thing I wrote involving my novel idea, and the three main characters. Its not really as detailed as I would life, but this isn't the beginning, so sadly most information that's lacking would have been common knowledge at this point... >.< All you really need to know: Torek is a male barbarian, Aren is a female "rogue" (she goes by 'cutpurse'), and Daven is a male magician. The little excerpt here reveals a little 'fun fact' about the group. See if you can figure it out ;)



- - -



Torek looked around, his axe saddled on his bulky shoulders, groaned as his team stepped out into the Arena. Roses fluttered from the stands and to their feet as the crowds cheered.

"... Must they?" he grumbled, kicking one to the side.

Aren pushed her hair out of her face.

"T'is a shame, eh?" she asked, twirling her knives. "Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink."

"Perhaps if you changed your desires," Daven said, dusting off his robes. "Alas, these men are doomed to ne'er know that they lust after a woman-eater."

"Better a woman-eater than less a man," Aren laughed. "But enough mourning of your inability to give life, Daven! They want a fight, we shall deliver!"

"I should only hope that our oposition doesn't attempt to thwart my spells with the LAST tactic," Daven said, ignoring Aren's more insulting comment, as he often did.

Torek laughed, a smile spreading across his broad face.

"A kick to your long-removed manhood?" he asked, Aren laughing even harder.

Daven smiled.

"Torek, your eloquency ne'er fails to send shivers down my spine," he teased. "Perhaps if you can find the time between your animal murder, and the stable boys you take to your bed, I can finally numb the portion of your mind that allows speech. Now, as Aren has spoken, t'is a fight they want, and a fight they shall recieve."