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Gratitude, Ethnos, for kind invitation.

You're gladiators.

They honor you.

The honor is ours, good Batiata. I remember to once you fought upon these

fans.

A lifetime ago.

Commodus taught me well.

A legend and a friend. His instruction not soon forgotten.

A great lanista and a skilled warrior.

It is fitting you alone have the greatest ludus in the South.

Much has changed. My men...

And Crixus, now the champion of Capua, raises the House of Badiatus to new

heights? I have interest to hear more of your champion.

I may have use of such a man in my games.

Crixus, in the tongues of every mortal, even here in Cthulhu.

He is truly a legend of the arena.

Yes, father.

He is quite the talk of Capua.

Unbeatable, some say.

Apologies. My daughter speaks of things beyond her knowledge.

Gossip and jewellery are more of her station.

Unneeded. She speaks like her father, with confidence and words of truth.

Crixus is the finest of all gladiators.

He is truly a god among men.

Then we have much to discuss.

For I have use of his skills in my Primus. I make plans as we speak.

The Primus.

Gratitude.

Christmas would indeed be but a perfect addition, and Capia would be honored to

host such a spectacle.

You must come to my ludis, magistrate.

Sadly, business would see our fine magistrate bound to this fair city for

months to come.

I would be happy to attend in my father's place to examine the gladiators

which you speak.

A ludis is no place for my daughter.

Strike it from mind.

My Lestrade, if I may offer a word.

Agreed, the arena is no place for a woman of your daughter's standing.

But should your presence be difficult, would there be a safe and welcoming

for Alicia under my watchful eye?

Gratitude, Batiatus.

I will give it thought.

Now, Decimus, of what fine delights do you have left to entertain the crowd?

I saved the best till last.

Something of note.

A Thracian slave.

A deserter.

He's to fight three of my best men.

A common slave is no match for your gladiators.

I fear this unbalance at best.

This may be over before it has begun.

An execution would be more fitting for this dog.

I would see the gods pleased with his unwilling blood fall upon the sands at

hands of the provocateur, retarus, and secutor.

Indeed they would.

But should the gods favor this deserter and victory be his?

Then I would see him crucified for his defiance.

Perhaps I can offer a suggestion to put coin in hand should this execution not

go to plan.

Crixus.

Domina requests your presence.

Quiet yourself!

God's favor you, Crixus.

As does Domina.

I do what is expected of me.

As do you.

And you do it so well.

Yet you mock me.

To what end?

I fuck Domina only to keep favor.

Not because I wish it.

You are what I desire.

You speak of desire.

Is it not blood upon the sand you seek?

Waste breath no more on words need not be spoken.

Your domina awaits.

Clean yourself up.

What makes him so special?

That his quickness, championing of Capua.

Mind your tongue.

Crixus. The champion.

The legend.

Come closer.

You trained well today.

A fine example for the house of Batiatus.

Did you enjoy the reward I sent you?

Yes, Domina.

Was her cunt pleasing?

Yes, Domina.

But I ask no reward.

Just the glory of battle is all I seek.

That is why you are such the champion.

But I feel something of a higher standing is required from my fine

My husband travels as we speak to procure gladiators from Cephalia.

Still, our fine house is weak in numbers.

Expectation would see him back by sunrise.

Hmm.

My husband arrives in good time.

I was to enjoy some honey wine.

Without good company.

No longer.

We shall drink together as I give tale of my journey.

I trust my absence was not too taxing?

I found distraction.

As would I.

Let me sit so I may speak of the wild creation I have procured.

I see much excitement in your eyes.

What fires such emotion?

I witnessed the match unbalanced without measure.

Even a champion such as Crixus may not have fared so well in the Thracian's

place.

And yet, without training or nourishment,

This slave triumphed. This man.

Has he a name?

None of which I would speak, but I named him Spartacus.

He's being readied.

He will join the others in the training arena.

You sent for me Dominus?

Yes, Doctor.

The Thracian.

I would have you test him.

See if the victory I witnessed in Cephalia was by chance.

Or do the gods truly favor him?

Yes, Dominus.

Deals as a weapon

I hear you defeated three men in Sicilia.

Your name?

You ask many questions.

Save your breath. You may need it.

Gods of the arena, I bring news.

My search for men worthy of standing upon the very sand and to bear the mark

the brotherhood brings me two recruits.

Welcome them as brothers, but fight them as enemies, for it is our strength

which brings forth victory.

Yeah! Spartacus, Vero, step forward.

You shall train with me so that I may gauge your true worth.

You shall watch, learn from the mistakes of this slave,

for I suspect his victory in the arena was shallow at

best.

Fight with your head or find it separated from your body.

Always stay balanced.

Never extend beyond your reach.

Press and attack.

Look for your opponent's weakness, as I have found many in you.

Stay down, Thracian dog.

For the sand upon which you kneel is for gladiators, not slaves.

You're all slaves here.

Choose your words wisely, Thracian.

For the next time you speak in my presence, I will crack your head open

sand and send you to afterlife!

Break this!

Return to training!

I bring words.

Senator Marcus Claudius arrives tomorrow with the legacies as the sun sets.

Good. Then we must set plan in motion and entertain him with the best this

has to offer.

He brings with him the daughter of Senator Cornelius Octavius.

Octavius?

Seems my invitation bears fruit.

You look for men for the primus.

Administrate daughter Lithia in our favor.

Appointments for the games could be ours.

I'm told she has a fascination for flesh and blood.

Then we must offer the same diversion that we offer Marcus.

Ready our best gladiators so she may sample the pleasures within these walls.

I will see it done.

After I see your cock in her.

Gaia, this isn't a prize. What brings you to Capua?

Your darling wife requested my presence.

Yes?

Warm your cock inside of her, though I may later taste your face.

Jupiter is dark.

Be without sin?

Escape from this place is not possible.

Only through death or victory in battle.

Stay alive.

Win your freedom.

Then I'll become champion.

Not for the glory, but for freedom.

I made my life a promise.

I will think.

Welcome to our humble home.

Apologies, Senator Legatus.

I have pressing business.

I feel sure my wife has extended to you every courtesy.

Please, come.

Enjoy the pleasures of the wine and flesh.

I hear the man you call is particle.

He'll draft breath.

Hades himself has yet to call upon him. But, should we be granted a place in the

game, I would see him face worthy challenges.

The gods themselves will not be able to save him.

Then, I shall head your speedy appointment to the game, my friend, and

Octobius draft your precision, so I may see this traitor's head removed from his

body.

Please, adorn such attire.

Indulge one's body and mind, freeing it from the reality no longer required

within these walls.

For now, you are to be gods, and these your slaves.

Pray, tell what awaits a woman of my standing as I thirst not for a woman's

touch.

Please, come.

Gladiators!

Dear Alithea, for your delight, I give you the finest cock ever assembled.

Your choice is but a whisper away.

That's the gladiators!

If the choice were mine, I would lie with you.

Gaze I upon the mighty flesh of Gapula, Crixus,

Vero, and Spartan.

They do seem a little overdressed.

Remove your subligaris.

You hold in your hand a legend, the champion of Capua. And a fine specimen

indeed.

Although my eye and cunt may have something of a different flavor.

This one, perhaps.

Let him prove his worth to me.

A task I am sure he will attend with all his strength and skill.

Spartacus.

You will please her in any way she wishes, or I will see you to the mines.

Understood?

Gladiators!

Enjoy.

Your body is like that of the statue of Mars himself.

Smooth.

Hard.

Will it feel like the gods themselves are inside me?

Will it slave?

I see defiance in those eyes.

It's yet to be beaten out of you.

Then show me your anger.

Give it to me.

Take me as you would your woman.

Or were you not enough for your woman?

And a hundred Roman cops that fucking night?

Fuck me like you would your woman, yeah?

Take a fucking chance at this place.

Oh yes!

Oh yeah.

No champion, Crixus.

Heaven stand before me.

Crixus, come.

The good senator wishes to have a private audience.

The champion of Capulet is yours to command.

Impressive.

He is indeed magnificent.

I would have him for my own if I was not so drained from my long journey.

I've heard hell of his skills with the sword.

Perhaps we should have a demonstration of his other talents.

Yes.

I would have him fuck... this one.

Apologies, Senator, but Melina is my personal handmaiden.

She... Would be most pleased to fulfill your request, Senator.

Excellent.

See if he's as much a lover as he's a fighter.

Precious.

I thought I'd watch this for a display.

Oh, come on, man. Fuck her.

Thank you.

Thank you.

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Gladiators, this day brings forth new beginnings for the House of Appiatus.

I receive word from Senator Marcus Claudius that Magistrate Octavius

has chosen to hold his primus within these very walls.

He has blessed us with match that will shake even the gods.

The legend.

unbeaten by man, feared by all, marked by reputation as the shadow of death

has returned to the arena for one last match.

And Dracoly will face two gladiators.

A glorious death or freedom awaits you who triumph today.

I have business.

Avenia has offered reasonable coin for men to fight in the pits.

Are you mad?

First you agreed to a match that cannot be won. And now you wish to send more to

the pits?

I entertain this not without purpose.

The drought has partaken much of our water.

Without coin, this house would fall to waste.

Would you see it so?

And to what cost to us?

No champion and fewer men than we possess already?

We pay with blood as it has always been. That is our sacrifice.

Capital!

Board to cut.

Win.

Apologies.

We must speak.

What do you want?

You have grievance against me.

That much is clear.

If we are to beat the shadow of death, we must fight as one. I will beat him

without you. The stench of your fear is like shit from ass.

What if you can't?

Champion or not?

Then I will die a glorious death.

And you will be but dust upon the sand where I piss.

Die or not.

I exist just to hold my wife in my arms once more.

And if you will not fight with me, then you too are my enemy.

And the shadow of death is not the only challenge I face.

Cricket!

Dominus, request your presence.

Crystus, I have you here.

Yes, Dominus.

It seems Ardinius is vexed with the news of the Primus being held at the House

of Badiatus.

Tonight he makes offer to purchase you in a threat upon my answer.

Secret at his unrest and offer are painfully declined.

Yes, Dominus. Go.

It's done.

Dominus, your guest has arrived.

Here's to my chamberlain.

It has been a long time since I called upon you.

Twenty years is but a day for an immortal.

Visit the giant, known as the Shadow of Death.

Play with him.

Take what strength you can.

Does the thumb displease you?

I will do this.

Your men will survive.

And you will gain position.

You'll have the Senate's ear.

And I'll call upon you to do my bidding in return.

Agreed?

How busy you are.

Yes.

Yes.

Apologies. Forgive the lengthy delay.

Breaking business of a time sensitive nature had to be addressed.

Is it of concern?

No longer. I have remedy soon to be administered.

Well, I am not without worry.

What of the Ludus?

Should Crixus be slain by Androgyles, we will be without champion.

Crixus is the best.

A legend.

He fights for glory.

Spartacus.

Fights for a wife he may never see again yet. I feel he will not die until they

are reunited from it. I have whispered upon his ear Then I pray the

gods smile upon them and cast light across the shadow of death that now

them both Why do you smile so with little to lay cheer upon strength and

skill is a powerful force Thought and cunning can they waste to the strongest

all men?

I feel you have knowledge of which calms and reassures you of what tomorrow may

bring.

And Broccoli's will be visited by a vision, a woman unlike no other.

No man nor beast could resist once they gave eye upon her.

His flesh will weaken upon her touch, and the odds of tomorrow shall change.

Why have you come? You know what's forbidden.

You fight tomorrow in the arena.

If you do fall, my life will mean nothing.

If this is to be our only time together, then I would see it so.

I have the key.

Please, don't want to throw your feet on my body.

Boo, boo, boo, boo.

Fucking come on me.

As a message, he regrets that his hand is not upon this knife that now sends

to... What

is

it you seek?

Great warrior, I come as a show of gratitude from the senator.

I offer my body to a legend of the arena.

As a free man, you may return to the crowd's roar and the clashed steel.

No man has stood before me as an equal, yet I've longed for the glorious death,

but it escapes me still.

I wish not to wither and die, but to feel the cold, hard steel tear through

flesh as the crowd roars and the sun beats down upon my face for the last

A death.

befitting a champion such as you.

Now accept my body and may the gods grant you what you seek.

My friend, we have little time in this world, and I ask nothing of no man, but

ask this of you.

Should I not return, will you watch over Navy as best you can?

Brother, you will watch over me.

Should the gods grant you a glorious death and gain company of the knowledge,

will keep you on your faith.

Ready yourself, brother.

This is how you will leave this world.

Live long and die well.

And now a match to boil the blood.

Vera against Capula, two of my finest gladiators.

A fight for the death.

Cost I bear just to raise the crowd in honor of you, magistrate.

Gratitude. Your men are well received, and the spectacle much anticipated by us

all. You honor us.

People of Capula!

I bring you a taste of flesh and blood in the form of mano a mano.

Behold, zero.

And challenging him, also from the House of Fatty Artists.

For your pleasure, I give to you Scapular.

As your man, I see it only fitting that you give the command.

Brother, let me die by my own door.

Did you enjoy Farragut?

He was most pleasing.

At last, this painful match ends.

And now for something of note.

They say he's not of this world.

Some say he's the offspring of Hades himself.

A demigod.

Does he bleed?

He has been cut deep before.

But still, he stood and fought.

And he did not bleed enough.

We will see that man rent in his blood.

Do you have a plan?

Yeah.

Stay alive.

Remember.

Press and move.

Fight as one.

Succeed where others have failed.

May the gods be victory for you both.

I give to you Crixus, the mighty gold champion of Capua.

Capua!

Crixus! Crixus!

Crixus! Crixus!

Crixus! Crixus! Crixus!

When fighting by his side, Spartacus, the teacher of death.

Feast eye on the ultimate warrior, a man never defeated, feared

by all men, and today facing not one, but two challengers.

Behold, the shadow of death, Andropolis!

You are what I desire.

You speak of desire.

Is it not blood upon the sand you speak?

My excitement is only for that of the victory.

As it should be.

An excellent showing.

May I take a gesture to the crowd to end the event?

Freedom for the victor, perhaps?

You mean Spartacus?

No man is more deserving.

The crowd will see it soon.

You wish to please the crowd?

Yeah.

I'll get them.

Good citizen!

Today you saw a mighty legend fall, and another emerge.

We thank I, Patiatus, Onicapia's new champion, with the

ultimate gift, freedom!

This is the rudest.

It signifies a slave who has won his freedom and the highest honor bestowed

their gladiator.

May God smile upon you.

Gratitude, Doctor.

And what news? Is there any of my wife?

I made you a promise of which I would seek help.

Sarah.

I feared I would never see you again.

I promised we'd be together.

And now as a free man, nothing will keep us apart.

Nothing.

Spartacus.

Travel as the sun rises.

Take shelter tonight.

I will already face you both.

Gratitude.

Hmm.

Okay.

Thank you.