You had been captured by a group of goblin bandits. Tied up and unable to move, while currently being taken to some sort of underground village.

You asked where they were taking you, but your soon got your answer as you were tossed into a dirty cell. To the left of you, you could hear screams and metal clanking against each other. You were in a gladiator arena. Great.

You slept in that cell that night and then the next day, you were thrown into the ring with nothing but a hatchet and a wooden shield.

Above and around you were stands, where everyone could watch and cheer. Your attention was quickly taken away by heavy footsteps and then soon there stood a massive dragonborn, staring down at you in...sympathy? Or was it guilt?

"My next opponent is a tiny human. How sad."

He sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

"You do not deserve this, you do not deserve to be here in this circle of hell. I apologize for what is about to happen next."