While I'm still working to put together a formal game, I did get a game of Melee in.
The drought was bad, and the farmers of the Swarthlad Plains were hit especially hard. Foot was in short supply, and the ever-present goblin raiders have been taking their toll on the sickly livestock.
Artur DuBenn, son of Farmer Errol DuBenn, left his farmstead, taking his bow and his father's saber, and hiked to the City State, to fight in the arena, make some coin, and save the family farm.
He entered the arena, shaking and pale, for he had never killed a man before. Across the field of battle stood a Red Plains orc. The announcer shouted out his name "Turgruff the Magnificent versus Artur, the dung-booted farmer boy!"
The crowd cheered for Turgruff, and mocked Artur. The horn sounded.
And so it began
Turgruff didn't advance - he simply drew his longbow, and took aim. Artur moved forward a step, and fired a quick shot, missing the orc by a hair. Turgruff's return shot went wild, and the crowd started to jeer.
They both started to creep towards each other, exchanging arrow fire, each missing again.
Then, Turgruff tossed aside his bow and charged forward, growling. Even though he was terrified of the fierce Orc, Artur fired another shot, hitting the Orc and drawing blood.
Turgruff came face to face with Artur, drawing his broadsword. Artur fired one more shot, hurting the Orc, but the Orc's armor protected him from the worst of the injury. After he fired that last shot, Artur threw down his bow.
As Artur was drawing his father's saber, the Orc swung his broadsword, and eviscerated poor Artur.
As Artur lay dying, his last thought was that at least his parents had one less mouth to feed......
Another day passes in the Arena.
Artur ST 10 DX 14 MA 10 Saber (2d6-2) Horse Bow (1d)
Turgruff ST 12 DX 12(10) MA 8 Broadsword (2d) Longbow (1d+2)