Welcome to the Colosseum (Tournament Signups)

[Shang Tsung]

Geoffrey Hamilton stepped through the gate from the Pale Moors, and out from the other side stepped a grinning Shang Tsung. By now, the stories would be trickling through the streets—‘Oh no, the town council is putting out hits on our beloved heroes!’ With a little bit of coercion and manipulation, Shang had convinced the young Skendor that the time to grief for his father was later. By taking the dirty fighting to the folks in town hall, they would be able to recover some momentum.

In the meantime, Shang Tsung would have some time to himself. He had informed Dobson that he would be back within a week to give the younger man some time to spin the situation. In the interim, the sorcerer had told Dobson to rely on Atelos, who would be more than willing to break a few jaws in the event of any violence.

With some time to his thoughts and to think of the next move, Shang traveled north into Camelot.

***

After a few hours of walking along a cobblestone path, Shang found himself approaching a massive concrete structure. While the scale of the building was enough to pique his interest, the fact that it was surrounded with a swarming sea of tiny buildings added to the man’s curiosity. The closer he got to the massive amphitheater, the louder the large carnival became.

“Welcome to the Colosseum!” Someone shouted as Shang passed inside the giant, spread-out area.

“Thank you,” the sorcerer shouted back as he continued toward the massive building that shadowed over the fairgrounds. He weaved his way through a group of people thick enough that he had to gently push a few of them out of his way. Once he was into the colosseum proper, he felt a little less suffocated.

“Are you here to register?” A woman asked from a few feet away, prompting the sorcerer to turn in her direction and walk toward her.

“For?”

“The tournament being held in a few days, of course. Are you a competitor?”

Shang smiled. “Yes, I am. Where do I sign?”