The A.N.U.B.I.S. Combat Rig, and the old dog headed Anubis Warrior.

Cheesed to meet you! I (a giant rat?) am but a humble peddler (Rogue). A pervaser of appropriated good-wares!

Can I interest you in a shiny-bright trinket?

A nifty-neat bauble?

Perhaps an edge in the tournament!

I have it all, for a steal-theft of a price!

"If I get another of you landlubbers bellyaching to me over a hangover, I'll go absolutely feral! There's no' actually dog's hair in the blasted thing."

Sargent of the Night Watch, this Lycanthrope Scallywag was discovered by the Scylla one moonlit night in the dark waters off the irish moorlands. Found aboard a bloodstained ship, recently inhabited by the ghosts of Mathers' former crew. He prefers not to share the tale, as he remembers very little of the nights leading up to it. O'Hara says if you want to know how he earned his wolfish grin, that you can consult the last words of his former captain.

Captain's log, 1698, 28th of September

"Today we made to land in the moors off Dublin. Near a little village called Enniskerry to get some fresh blood and supplies. But something happened, one of the privates, a young man by the name of Mathers, was rushed back to the ship raving mad about a black dog that'd bitten him. We took what supplies we had and sent him down to the Berth to rest. He was pale as a ghost and shaking like a babe in the wind."

Captain's log, 1698, 5th of October

"That Mathers boy is still sick and raving mad. He's lucky we don't throw his arse overboard after the shite he pulled. Bit one of the night watch. We sent him to the brig. Have a member of the night watch posted outside the boy's reach. He's always been lanky, but no one could reach through the bars like that. The surgeon looked him over and his fever don't make much sense. Worried the boys might have something called Lyssa? Never knew madness to have a woman's name. The skies are clear tonight. Nearly a full moon making sailing at night easy."

Captains log, 1698, 7th of October

"I'm locked in my cabin. The screams stopped nearly an hour ago. I hear a beastly breath taking in the air under my door. Smell the stench of fresh death on it's breath. The weight of it prowling around the deck. Claws dragging on the boards of my blood soaked ship. We heard screaming in the brig. Went down to find the cell thrown open. Jonas was covered in deep jagged cuts. His body mangled from getting pulled through the bloody bars of the cell. Whatever demon has possessed that boy, it's ravenous hunger knows no mortal bounds, may god have mer..." The remaining pages are soaked in blood.

Primordia is a land where magic and nature run rampant in potent displays of beauty and wrath in equal degree. Said to be the birthplace of ancient gods, and home to living spells and dangerous elementals. When her champions stepped forth to embrace the tournament of mortals, people were unsure if it was the will of the creatures or a cruel jest by Nature herself. For none of the Eidolons spoke.

Gale

Onlookers should consider themselves lucky that the air itself burdened itself with a shimmering visage of metal. So their eyes could behold it's glory as it danced through the maze.

Inferno and Mountain

The mountain refuses to budge for mere mortal. An immovable bulwark of crushing might. The inferno rages relentlessly, a danger that only continues to escalate the longer it is left unchecked.

Monsoon

Rider and steed stand as one. An immaculate display of crushing might that falls on it's opponent with all the weight of a tidal wave.

Storm

An odd being seemingly made of liquid metal and the thrum of lightning. The heft of it's metal arrows crack against their targets with the deafening boom of thunder.