Well I've decided to give the Order story a go except it's going to be less a story about the Orders, and more a story about the "kingdom" as a whole.
Well anyway, here is the first bit of writing I have drafted for it. Let me know what y'all think about it.
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Brilliant and white, the spire-like towers of the Arena glimmer like a beacon to the world. They stand as four corners, and mark the boundaries of the main attraction of The Kingdom of Cystia. Connecting each of the towers are white stone walls nearly as tall as the towers themselves. The magnificent building reminds you of a prison, and were it not white on the outside, the design would really make the building look quite dreary. The Founder, and first king, of Cystia managed to use the color and exterior design in such a way as to propel outsiders into the Kingdom of Cystia, if only to see what was inside this odd structure. Now, many years later, the Banishing King and his sovereigns finally made what was inside the building open to those outside The Kingdom of Cystia. You were one of the first to open a seeing stone, and tune into the nightly showing of of what the Banishing King dubbed The Arena.
While the outside of this arena is a picture of purity and innocence, the inside is the complete opposite. The white interior is stained with blood, and when fresh gives the interior a red hue. As the blood dries and seeps into the walls, it becomes black permanently changing the white that used to be there.
You nearly shut off your seeing stone in disgust, but a sense of morbid curiosity overcame you. You watched as figures were let into the Arena, and continued to watch as those same figures were cut down. These figures ranged anywhere from cyborgs and mutants, to wizards and humanoid rats. Variety was everywhere, and each and every night those various figures fought to the death in the Arena. The first night you were skeptical, but then one of these figures distinguished himself from the rest of the crowd.
Tonight, that same figure stands alone in the center of the arena. A black cloak is draped around his shoulders, and he wears fitted black leather armor. A single sword is strapped to his waist. One that he now pulls from its sheath. The sword is of the finest make and shimmers with power above many other things you've seen in your life. The figure himself gives off even more power, and shadows seem to form around him as he stands still. Silence echoes around the Arena, and anticipation fills every facet of the audience at the Arena.
A disembodied voice pierces the silence. "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for...the rivalry between the Hammer enthusiast, Sovereign Berk, and The Scythe wielding Necromancer, Sovereign Ragnar continues! Representing Sovereign Ragnar is the golem you all see in the arena now. Perhaps the Sovereign's most carefully crafted and successful creation, this golem has been dubbed The Eternal, for it has never been destroyed in battle. It was made with utmost care, and wields a sword crafted by The Rose herself!
"I'm sure you all are wondering what golem could have the slightest chance at defeating The Eternal, and tonight we have a special treat for you. The undefeated Champion of the Arena, Sovereign Berk's Undead Horde!" The voice stops its explanation as a chorus of feral growls and grunts fill the stadium. "Yes, there it is audience. His horde hasn't had a great competition in quite a while, and as you can all hear...they're very hungry."
The disembodied voice continues to speak, but the words don't seem to reach your ears. You try your hardest to listen, but your head starts hurting. The harder you try to hear what the announcer is saying, the more your head hurts. It gets to the point where the blinding pain is so over powering that you lose focus entirely...
