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".
: You soon realized these barbarians weren't just here for gold. Behind their arrival lay a deeper conspiracy, one you had to unravel through dangerous missions to see if their power could be harnessed for your own house. Forging a New Legend Blackthorn.Arena.The.Roar.from.the.North-CODEX....
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. For generations, your family held the Blackthorn Arena,
: You outfitted your champions in the Kirrmans' specialized armor sets and armed them with unique northern weapons, preparing for the inevitable grand games. Behind their arrival lay a deeper conspiracy, one
