Tyr
The man clad in black shakes his head and puts his hand over his face while the accumulated mass of spikes and chitin tries its own version of speech. As soon as the latter gives a brief pause, he cuts in.
"Uygh, Carapace, my friend. What have I told you about cutting in into other people's flashbacks? And please, do not feel obliged to handle this situation. Stick to breaking people. You're good at it. Leave the talking to people who actually knows how to talk, alright?"
He faces the other similarly-interesting figure, the one with blades for appendages. "Hey, no offense meant, miss. Honestly, even without actually having the ability to talk, you are undoubtedly far more eloquent than my friend here," he finishes the sentence with a smile.
Turning back to Carapace, he continues. "And why the hell did you even start with how the two of us met? That was ages ago, man! No, no, no..." he then turns to Magus Sumpter, "...sir magus, sir, I do believe your question was rhetorical, but nevertheless allow me to indulge ourselves on this little trip back memory lane as to how this, motley crew, as you would put it, was rounded up. No, really, it is quite a short trip."
Clearing his throat, he starts.
So, there I was, walking down the road under a beautiful sunny Gratis morning.
Or was it drizzly? Yes, it was most probably drizzly.
Anyway, I had just received a letter from the Brotherhood about a mission in the sewers. Now the letter was clearly a forgery, but I was curious about the sender's intention, so I headed down into what was most likely a trap.
And I was not mistaken. As soon as I reached the location, I was immediately surrounded by monstrosities, around six of them. I smiled as I took out my weapon and swung a wide arc and fell three of the beasts in one strike. Gracefully, I spun around and swung again, felling the remaining three with yet but one blow.
Before I could even try to look around me, another wave of those horrible creatures started towards me, and with the same ease as I had taken care of the six before them, so did I do away with them. By then, the enemy advance had become a steady influx of wave after wave of different monsters.
It was also around that time that I noticed quite a number fighting against the horde in a similar fashion as myself. Well, not as gracefully as yours truly, of course, but they were doing equally well. It was also then that I noticed one of them was actually my good friend Carapace, who was fighting in his usual brute style, breaking the monsters as he would call it.
By the time the enemy waves had stopped, only five of us were left standing on heaps of mangled monster carcasses and pools of blood. Or more likely I was the one left standing and the rest of them were on the ground, gasping from the exhaustion.
I called out, 'Is there no one else?', but the only reply that came was soft clapping, and suddenly a figure appeared from the shadows.
It was no other than Haliax.
Haliax, I came to know before, as detailed exquisitely by our very articulate friend here earlier, and had done several jobs for him. He then explained how it all was merely a test for all of us, whom he had handpicked from quite a number of prospects, and that the five of us had passed. He mentioned about the Games and wanting to take part of it.
Needless to say, after a couple of bargaining and other trivial discussion that ensued, here we are.
"And that's how it all happened. More or less," he says with a smile and a small bow.