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GLADIATORIAL COMBAT ROSTER Names of the gladiators! Thessala - Ino - Cica Exocia Kratos Vopicsus Ambrosius Momus Basir the Bloody Apollodorus Ascanius Laran Rana Manawyddan Names of the prisoners! Gaius Hostilius Vergillus Lucius Baebius Round. Thessala vs Ino. Round. Ascanius vs Gaius Hostilius Round. Rana vs Cira Exocia Round. Laran vs Vopicsus Round Momus vs Vergillus Round Basir the Bloody vs Kratos Round Apollodorus vs Lucius Baebius Round Bárðr vs Manawyddan The two champions (highest ranked survivors) will compete to see who is champion of the games..... Champion round! Unknown - Unknown

Marcus again grumbled to himself. Her life to him seemed quite pampered. She got to sleep on luxurious sheets, pluck a harp or two, and admittedly, spending time with wealthy clients of the establishment. Which was a mixed bag. Still, she had a pretty good life. So, why couldn't she walk? However, somehow he was soon on his feet and she had a way about her that ultimately led to him to doing what she wanted. Not that he would ever admit to that. Sure, he could lift her up and gently take her to bed. But instead, he lifted her up and put her over his shoulder before giving her a swat on the butt with his hand. Oh... he knew he would cop it later.... But since there were no customers around. "Here we go," He grinned, happy with his victory and began to walk towards her quarters. "Where was I? Oh yeah, the musician soon found herself in an adventure land. Filled with all sorts of people from every part of the globe, and," He paused, waved goodnight to Calvunus and continued, "Wait.. where, oh! She sang and played for them. They were all filled with smiles," Marcus gently placed her down on her bed. @Sara

Here she goes again. Marcus poured himself more of the wine, sighed to himself and over time. Women talking turned into white noise that he could fade out if he tried enough. Marcus did not know what her end game in trying to tell him this. Marcus was used to being insulted. Most of the time? It was another thing to hear Oriana's mother spoken about so cruelly. By no means was Adriana the love of his life. But she was a good person, well, to him she was anyway. Marcus didn't buy her story that she was his child. Sure, the pair of them had similar personalities, but still..... "Do you know what the pressure is like to be a woman in Rome? Married to a man who doesn't care for you? Watch your husband take as many lovers as he desires all while having to save yourself for him?" He asked each question one by one, and ignored how he was highly hypocritical towards his own neglected wife. Marcus answered for her. "It isn't easy. Now," He paused, tried to think of why she would lie about something like this. It wouldn't do her any good. Legally her mother's husband, or to him, her real father (Aulus) would be responsible for her. Marcus was not legally educated. "Why... would you lie about this? Hm?" He asked with surprising gentleness. @Sydney

"It depends." Do you love your spouse?

She noticed the surprise on his face when she mentioned the breed of horse. Horse riding was not feminine by any means. But... even moreso to have one typically bred for the purpose of war. Claudia's face brightened at the mention that Manius had something that could potentially help with that. Training or possibly something that would be helpful would be wise. Claudia knew what a bit was, however, she had no education about the different kinds of bits and what different role they played. The princess expected good service from the client and yet had the decency to be gracious about it. "Thank you, you are most kind, Manius." She answered him politely. In the familial manner that she had been invited to previously. Claudia looked at the silver bar that had been placed in Manius' hand. She assumed that this must be one of the bits he had been talking about. She stepped closely and looked, her fingertip moved along it and jingled the bells on the sides. When Manius continued to speak she withdrew her finger and listened to him. It made sense. Gentle hands were vital for riding well, and it had taken her time to develop her hands. Claudia took it gently and smiled in gratitude before she handed it to one of the servants who had accompanied her. "Thank you, Manius. I hope this will aid us. He is a good horse just.... willful." Claudia added. More training could be effective, and listened to what he said concerning the breeding stock currently available. Still, plenty of possibilities. Claudia smiled and while she loved horses. The aroma of the stables was her least favourite part it. Her smile became strained, still she nodded and lifted her skirts once more to avoid getting it caught in any of the excrement or urine from the horses. A princess had to long learn how to disguise her true feelings, and at the moment, she slipped. "Of course, lead the way," She answered, the servant and praetorian guard made ready to follow her. Security was always vital. @Polarity

Laran. Twenty-five | 2 April 49CE | Slave | Gladiator - Retiarius | Hetero | Original | Peter Mensah Personality & History Formerly he went by Lucius Afriananius before he had to sell himself in order to repay his gambling debt. It all started out small. A gamble here, a gamble there, and the desire to repay it all back. Just one win... Just need a big win. Unfortunately, it spiraled. He had no desire to ask his family for money or to ask one of the predatory gangs for another loan to pay back. He abandoned his family one day, and in shame went to the block. He found himself purchased by a Ludus Matutinus due to his long frame and agile appearance. His training went well and he has already competed in a couple of events already. His old name and the shame briefly forgotten when he steps into the Arena. To his surprise, he survived the matches and only came away with scars to prove his survival. Yet only the Gods know what is ultimately in store for him. Family Wife and one child. EVENT FOR: Gladiatorial games.

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Suddenly Helenus was silent. A sharp comparison to what happened before. Juliana frowned at him and Arria answered with a giggle at her friend's hostile frown. Her eyes narrowed playfully before she smirked at Arria. Slowly the thermae was beginning to become busier with women coming for social matters, all the enjoy and pamper themselves. Arria's dimples showed as she tried to hide a smile at her friend's face. Juliana had an idea, and it was on the cards. There was a chance that it would not occur regardless... but it was entertaining to tease them both. Her interest in bathing here was lessened. The expensive and wealthy homes would give her a chance to bathe without the worry of having someone walk in. She regretted her attempt at trying to be social. Now.. to drop her secret possible plan. "I may purchase him," She stated. Her chin lifted, her green eyes moved steadily from her friend towards the thermae slave and waited to see the reaction from either of them. Arria's jaw instantly dropped. "Buy him?! Juliana.... please... why buy him just to prove a point?!" @Atrice

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GLADIATORIAL COMBAT INFORMATION Experience adds to modifier. 0 - Prisoner. Weakened or a non-combatant. 1 - Healthy and strong but no combat training. 2 - Has experience fighting. 3 - Experienced and trained gladiator in that style. (Essentially, the modifiers limit the impact of the blows. ) Dice Roll. 1-Missed strike. 2- Cut skin. 3- Struck hard or knocked on the ground. 4- Broken bone. 5- Missed strike. 6- Struck hard or knocked on the ground. 7 - Missed strike. 8 - Broken bone. 9 - Missed strike. 10 - Cut skin. 11 - Badly maimed. (Loss of limb or an eye) 12 - DEATH. (If you don't want the character to die, it becomes an 11) A staff member will post the dice roll entry and players are able to react to it. Essentially, Bob and Todd are gladiators. Both of you do your openers. The first person who goes gets the first roll. So Bob gets say a 4. Bob is a level 1. That means Bob can choose to either get a broken bone or be knocked on the ground (a 3). Essentially, there is more choice to what happens. The rounds continue until someone either dies or is too badly maimed/injured, or 5 rolls each. If they are both marked for death, an NPC gladiator will come in and do it for the crowd. lol Example: A 3 is hit with a 12 and the player doesn't want to have the character die. There is no modifier. It becomes an 11. It is up to the player which limb or an eye is lost. If the character doesn't have the OOC no death clause. They die. Regardless of what level they are. Notes: A cut can mean something light, or more extreme where they will need stitches or something more severe. Depending on what the player wants. How will we do things? A staffer will post a thread opener with the post order. Both players will reply. A staff member post a reply with a picture of the result of the dice roll. Members will then respond. The dice roll is what happens to that particular character. Character 1 Dice roll -- 4 Character 2 breaks Character 1's bone.

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"Peaches, sex and music." Are you scared to die?

Claudia smiled and nodded her head. Perfectly happy to refer to him by Manius. There was the slightest raise of her eyebrow at his bitterness but soon it relaxed in place once more. Her life at the Imperial court had given her a level of patience. Horsemanship was not considered to be a feminine trait, and one she hoped that would not later cause her reputation harm. Still..... it was a passion she would not be pushed from. In truth, there were several reasons for her visit, and each of them had several concerns. There were many questions that she wanted to ask him concerning his background and how he managed to rise to such favour. Still, there were other questions that required answers first. For a moment she hesitated to tell him the next statement then boldly continued. "I have recently been learning to ride," She began confidently, her pale blue eyes focused on him to see any signs of shock or disapproval in his reaction. "My stable is small at the moment. Many of the stud horses my late mother had were plundered during the civil war or had been mismanaged in later years. I have a Lusitanian stallion at the moment, he is," Claudia's fingertips fiddled at her side, a possible sign of nervousness and embarrassment. "Willful and at times unwilling to listen. I believe I am not yet skilled enough for him." Still, she continued. "I have Aurea, she comes from Scythian stock and we have been getting along quite well." She added, a slight blush on her soft pale skin and a hint of a smile of pride at her achievements already. Still, she wanted more. "I was wondering if you had any advice for Soluto, the Lusitinan stallion or if you had any possible stock for sale that would be good matches for either?" She asked, and waited to sere what his reactions and thoughts would be. @Polarity

"My wedding night and it continued with the many long years with my wife. I long to return to her someday." What is your favourite place?

Juliana did not recognise the name although it was not normally her business. This was frustrating, and fortunately for Helenus the day was getting longer than it had been before. She looked in the direction where they had entered the room. No doubt Arria would be there by now. She did not wish to leave her friend waiting any longer than she had already done so. Yet... Helenus was not off the hook yet. Later she would need to speak with Marcus Gavius or another supervisor but she had an idea for how he could make it up to her. "Later, I am going to speak to him. Depending on how you behave I will either give him a glowing report of your conduct or I will tell him what had taken place," She said. Turned on her heel and clicked her fingers for him to follow her back the way they had come. As she had predicted, a rather confused looking Arria looked from Juliana to the slave who followed her in confusion. Both women embraced and kissed each other on the cheeks in a greeting. "Juliana! It is good to see you! But... who is this?" Juliana turned her head towards Helenus and smiled at him. "This is Helenus, a rather over eager capsarii who happened to be in the women's section earlier." "Oh, my goodness." Arria exclaimed, then winked at Juliana. "He is handsome though......" @Atrice

Titus Caecilius Faustinus (NPC) He tapped the wooden stick to ensure he kept everyone's attention focused on the matter at hand. The Princeps Senatus got some of the rather bored Senators dirty looks from where he was seated. There had been a range of ideas and possibilities that had been discussed. Most people had been willing to contribute in some shape or form to the discussion. He stood back up again. It was time to redirect attention necessary. Already the day had been long. They would likely require another couple of meetings before everything would be sorted. "Senators, many ideas have been put forth and are highly valuable. For now, this meeting will decide the final issues concerning the funding and solidifying the plans for the Alimenta. If the Gods are kind, we will work out the scope and funding. Thus far we have; the orphans from Clemens' rampages, the orphans of said rampage in Italy first, and even outside Rome at a later date," He paused, in order to give everyone present a chance to listen, "Furthermore, should only the orphaned children of merit be chosen for assistance? Academic or shall we send them off to the army when they are done? All children? What of the girls and the expense of a dowry or trade to provide for them?" He was quite breathless and rested a hand on his chest. "Shall we have buildings to house them and deal with the expense? Or permit people to take them into their homes as a ward system? Or perhaps as an apprentice?" He continued, it would potentially lower the cost to the treasury. "Funding and the final decision concerning the scope needs to be decided, honoured Senators." Titus said, sat down and tried to breathe. @Sharpie