InsaneJournal

Who: Any
Where: The Arena
When: Day 258
What: Good Ends

[The Call that resounds from the Arena is loud, echoing to every part of Sabra—a regal crescendo of notes followed by anticipatory silence. Should you follow it today, the Arena is that strange darkened landscape again...

Simple darkness fills your vision, no delineation between up and down, walls or even the floor. You can only see the throne in the far off distance, and two pathways each covered with a lush carpet: one pink, the other a dark blue. One bears the sigil of the graceful swan, wings outspread and flying toward the path's end, while a hunting dog bounds down the second, intent on its target. Should you turn around, there is no exit yet, but there is a small table holing a punch bowl and several large party platters.

However, should you follow either of the pathways, the landscape begins to change...]