As the arena master, you watched from the high box as a massive northern champion took the sand. He didn't carry a shield. Instead, he carried the curse, or perhaps, its gift.
: With a bone-chilling howl, the warrior’s form shifted, his skin sprouting thick fur and his muscles bulging until a werewolf stood where a man had been. Blackthorn.Arena.The.Roar.from.the.North-CODEX....
For generations, your family held the Blackthorn Arena, the oldest in the realm, until shame stripped it away. Now, having returned as a nameless merchant to buy back your legacy, you face a new threat: "The Roar from the North". As the arena master, you watched from the