The new set of prisoners were released, the wild beasts roamed their fur covered in blood. The prisoners were all unarmed, a few weapons from past rounds was in the field. The 9 prisoners rushed to gather the weapons, the Irnotian Fans cheering for blood and chaos. At the end of the animal executions the speech by the Immortal Imperium would happen, but before then much more death would happen.
The Prisoners were a vast mix of crime, all things that were sentenced to death by the government. It was for a rather large amount of crimes. One woman rushed to grab a sword, fear pulsing off her face. She turned lifting the sword, as a massive cat pounced on her, tearing her flesh and ripping her organs. Her screams were surpassed by the cheers of the crowd, her face displayed on screens.
The other prisoners began to panic and try and get to weapons, one who was sent here for killing his family managed to kill a beast with a spear that was found, but a wolf got him from behind. The Prisoners were slain. Soon the animals were drawn out to cages on the side.
The cheers and revelry continued. A blast of trumpets singled the end to the prisoner executions for now. And attention was given to the massive box on the end of the Arena. All Irnotian Citizens stood, and in a great choir chanted “PRAISE TO THE EMPEROR! IMORTALITY TO THE IMPERIUM!”
From the box came out a beautiful woman dressed in the a ornate traditional Irnotian Dress. She stood, Lina Ceaser the Immortal Imperium herself. Raising her hands the seeming chaotic crowd came to silence as she began to talk.
“Welcome to this celebration in year 1546 Rule of the Emperor. We come here to celebrate in the oldest and most pure form of our people. We celebrate with the joys of love food and dance. Give Honor by the blood of the vile, and show strength with the fights of the warriors.
This great festival holds its fist in our hearts, its roots going back thousands of years of our national history. This year is a first in over a thousand years, outside nations get to witness our festivities. See the side of our nations that has been masked for many years. See the way we the great people of this nation, the great people of the three tribes of Irn, Gir, and Fir, united under one name one mantle on glory. That is Irnotian, an Empire, a Nation, A family.
This day, I raise our united prayers and celebrations to the gods. I am the Embodiment of our nation, I am the United souls and dreams of our nation. And By this I call to the gods, bring us your greatest blessings, bring us your honor. Let you guide those faithful to you another year. For with your guide we shall become a strong people, a proud people and give honor to you for another Millennium.
With this I say, Let all hearts rejoice, and Let this Celebration Continue!”
The crowd erupted in cheers, she smiled, turned and nodded towards the boxes near hers who were purchased by the outsiders, and walked back into hers. The last of the executions, these done by more simple methods of Crucifixion, and burning. While these were done the arena was transformed. The large open sand pit was divided, and partitions and medians placed. The chariot races would start soon enough.
The celebrations was moving on its first day. The crowd filled with the excitement of blood drugs and sex kept celebrating the Irnotians seemings to be one mass. The people of the three tribes were at their closest in these celebrations. It was a Site to be seen for sure.
