Darwel's Playground

More than half an hour had passed since the Royale began, and in as much as a lot of action had brewed, lots of exchanges occurring already, and with a few already having died among the contenders, a decent number of people had not met so much as an obstacle since starting towards the GOAL from a distance the Game Master had claimed was sort of equal from the mountain for all contenders.

One such individual, was a beautiful woman with cherry coloured hair, adorned in a silky, purple cloak that looked much like a fancy net. Beneath it, wrapping firmly around her body, was what seemed like a simple, long, light green shirt marked with tens of traditional symbols in a silvery white hue. Below her torso, she wore a pair of dark, leathery pants, and matching boots with a light green heel.