The beaked keeper of the kingdom
Is now accepting challengers
In a duel to to end all duels.
You could be the Ruler of the Murder!
The grand prize is bedding his wife
And claiming the throne as your own.
Carefully chosen weaponry
May be the thing you need to see the gleam of victory.
Armor that can handle collisions,
His talons cause swift ribbon division.
Women, coin, wine and power
In copious amounts!
These are the spoils that await the winner.
Sign up today!
Traveling through the bracket,
Dogs of war bloodshedding on the floor!
The clangs and sparks of colliding steel
Are coated in ambition.
The crowd cheers through clouds of beer
For the one most soaked in open throats.
Does the coliseum call your name?
The rush of adrenaline medicine
Will keep you on your feet until his head and
Crown falls down!
There is always a price
We don’t know we’re paying ’til too late is long gone.
The crown’s cranial fusion
Is followed by winged mutation.
Corrupting veins and arteries down to the arches!
Former Crow King, slowly croaking, will be moat feed.
Tether feathers have begun in another victorious victim!