Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27349558-20181225205942/@comment-36309590-20181228183629

Bayar lets out a soft groan as he slowly pries his eyes open. The sounds of cheers ring in his ears as he manages to get to his feet. Dusting the dirt off of himself, Bayar takes a moment to survey his current location. Judging from the layout of the place it appeared that he was in an arena of some kind. Other than that he had absolutely no idea where he was, or who he was for that matter.

Placing a hand to his forehead, Bayar closed his eyes and tried to recall who he was, or at the very least his name. After what seemed like an eternity of searching he finally found it.

His name was Bayar. Bayar Vaziri.

It wasn't much admittedly, but it did wonders to calm his nerves. Still...he had no idea why or how he got here or why he was wearing armor and a sword in the first place, though he hoped answers would come in time. Opening his eyes, Bayar glanced around the arena and noticed a woman trying to get the attention of a man lying on the ground nearby. He decided to approach the pair.

Perhaps they could tell him what was going on.