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JULY, 74 CE Ambrosius awoke to the aching of limbs and the cold press of iron shackles against his wrist. He’d managed to achieve some desperately needed rest in the night, despite his stilted position and the makeshift mattress his cage wall provided. Upon noticing the slave stirring, a Roman soldier kicked at the young man’s shin and barked, “Get up!”. Ambrosius’ eyes fluttered a moment, before his face assumed an irked expression. If looks could kill, his captors would currently be the ones at his feet. The Romans would prove to be in no mood for games, as Ambrosius suddenly felt a brutish and calloused hand upon his nape, wrenching him upward and using the momentum to thrust him forward, towards their destination. Making their way in to a long and dark corridor, with no candles to illuminate their way, Ambrosius would form a daisy chain with three other slaves and their legionary guards, so as to not lose their way in the sprawling and unfamiliar complex. Upon turning a corner and reaching the building’s atrium, they would be blinded with a sudden assault of light to their unaccustomed eyes. As Ambrosius’ vision adjusted to his surroundings, he took note of the opulence present within the structure he now occupied. Silk carpets, rich tapestries and marble busts littered the room, and a strong perfume struck his senses.The senior legionary addressed one of the household’s female slaves and demanded, “Go find your master, girl!” The legionary turned back to the assorted slaves he had accompanied and smirked, “Welcome to your new home, curs. If you survive that long.” @Brian
The married couple did not live at the Ludus. Instead they spent a considerable amount of time in what was a highly profitable business. Their family home was their sanctuary, away from any issues or drama associated with them. Business whether legitimate or illegitimate was to strictly be kept outside the family home. Titus was not surprised to find Annia at the Ludus, it would not be fitting for her to be present and around the gang activity. His wife must always be above reproach. He leaned on the doorframe for a moment and watched her as she reclined on a sedan, two slaves were behind her and fanning their Domina with large fans in an attempt to keep her cool with the increasingly hot weather. Titus loved her, their relationship began as one of convenience and became quite passionate. He walked behind her and leaned down to place a hand on her shoulder, squeezed gently and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "I thought I would find you here," Titus greeted her, gestured for her to move and sat down beside her. While ultimately he would make his own decisions, there was no mistaking her sharp business sense and skill. This heat was insane.... he sighed to himself, rubbed his hand over his face and knew that the heat would definitely increase the strength of the recruits. "What do you think of the latest batch of recruits?" He asked, most were likely not going to be fit for becoming gladiators and many were purchased for the purpose. There would be some who would succeed. While others? No doubt they would receive the training and go on to become guards for their respective owners. It all depended on the worth of the slave. Titus clicked his fingers, not bothered to even look at the slave who served him and soon he had a goblet of wine in his hand. He sipped and waited for his wife's answer to the question. @Adamaris
Her domina's voice rang clear through the air, and Clio immediately put down a bronze bangle and the rag she'd been polishing it with. It was clean enough, the metal shining as it caught in the light seeping through the small window. The slave put the bangle back in its box, where it joined a number of similar adornments, and stood up slowly, smoothing over her madder tunic. Annia Comna always liked to look her best, and would admit no less than the same level of care in her body slave. Where was she being summoned to? Clio tried to remember which direction the sound had seemed to come from. The peristylum, maybe? Or was the domina watching the gladiators train again? That, Clio thought, was quite good entertainment. Muscled bodies clashing at one another, each trying to gain the edge that would allow them to defeat his opponent and win the match. Not that she'd admit it to most, but the bloody shows Rome and her children demanded were quite enthralling; the frenzy of the crowd, the red blood raining upon the arena, the battles of both strength and wit... Ghastly, inhuman, barbaric even; but oh so spectacular. Despite her musings, Clio's feet managed to carry her to her mistress' location with nary a wrinkle on her tunic. Of course, the gladiators. At least this time it wasn't the lowest ring of seats; blood stains were a mess to wash off clothes, and of course the damned men needed to practise their show-off moves - little damage, much blood. She schooled her face into a well-practised, eager-to-please expression and approached her lady's seat with quiet footsteps; few things were less elegant than a slave plodding about like a lame elephant, especially in the presence of their masters. Speaking of whom, it had been some time since Clio had seen the master observing the training together with the mistress. Perhaps they had something ludus-related to discuss. Clio tucked a lock of dark har behind her ear. "You called, Domina?" @Adamaris @Brian