Standing before you is a towering mass of ripped muscle. You’ve probably heard about goliaths and maybe have seen one or two before, but you have never seen one this large. Towering at 8 feet tall, clad in plate mail with a massive hammer resting on his shoulder, this behemoth of a man has seen countless battles as scars can be seen on what little exposed skin is visible. Upon inspection of his armor, you’ll notice a medallion that is an arena award… and then another… and another…
When he catches you looking at his medallions, he looks down and says with a smile, “You’ve heard of Yar, yes? Greatest gladiator in the southern reaches? Champion of Hargrath’s Gauntlet? Sole survivor of King Labain’s Battle Royale? Clearly my reputation must proceed me.”
After spending several months in the northern reaches of Norundra, Yar decided to head back south for the arena season with his new found powers. He was able to amass such a fortune in sweeping the contests that he retired to the mountains where he was born.