On an uncharted island somewhere in the Atlantic ocean, Leonidas sat amongst the ruins of what once mimicked the Roman Coliseum. As he awaited his competitors, wondering how many responded to his summons, he ran through the plans for the next few days of trials in his mind. As the heroes trekked through the vibrant tropical island, he was seated in the lifeless sunbleached rocks.
Finally, they arrived. Leonidas stood to his feet, his devilish grin upon his face, and his beloved weapon Siphon in hand, and as each of them gathered around the ancient necromancer, he addressed them, "Welcome one, welcome all! Wait... is this it? There- there are only five of you? This is all wrong, this is all wrong!" He began to throw quite the childish fit, as a barrier of pure impassable mana surrounded the ruins, and pillars of shadowy magical essence rose from spots on the ground at random. At this point, he was no longer paying his visitors any mind, and was simply rambling and letting off steam "I had this big party planned," he continued, "We were all going to celebrate, and then we'd have a nice clean bunch of games. But nooo, everyone has more important things. I can't work with this. You five!" Puppet pointed his spear at the heroes. He stared at them uncomfortably for a while, before flourishing Siphon, and with it, commanding the ground to open for him with a blow to the sandy surface he stood upon. Then, he spoke words so strange, the common man could not understand, and so vile, they wouldn't want to. The words filled the well with a strange, sickly green fire, which explosively rose several stories above the ground before it settled to about three feet high. "Throw someone in." he commanded the heroes. "I don't care who, but there are one too many of you. You need to get rid of one. You have an hour to decide, or I send you all home with nothing."
After he gave his instructions, he struck the sand with the head of his spear, and fell back as a throne of sand rose from the ground to meet him. It was likely clear to all there that the fire would consume any thrown into it. What was less understood was that Leonidas had every intention to resurrect whoever it was chosen to take the fall, and send them home intact. But he could not be bothered to tell them, as the fun would be ruined if he did.
TL;DR The five of you need to have someone thrown into the fiery hole in the ground. Once this occurs, that person is out. I don't care how you come to the decision, if you take a vote, that's fine, if someone wants to try throw someone in without the group's consent, that's fine too. Just remember that just like any RP, don't auto-hit. (Means don't say "I threw him in" That's no bueno and no fun) As stated in the last paragraph, you will be resurrected should you be the one thrown in, so no one is staying dead here. (I have no idea how well this will go over, honestly. I just wanted to see what you guys would do.)