<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/10/5e/30/105e3027620c6de3802c5971acb2d9e1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Damacles<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Gladiator<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Noon August 10<br/><strong>Location:</strong>O'rogenous Ludis then<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather sandals with a subligaria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aelia O'rogenous<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Marcus O'rogenous<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Nudity, wonton debauchery<hr/><br/>When not in the arena, Damacles Champion of house O'rogenous is in the yard training. in his formative years Damcles was a timber slave captured somewhere in the Celtic borders. The young boy grew into a quite imposing man, and he found his way into the O'rogenous ludis. Training in the formative years was painful and difficult. The Doctore often told him that the more one sweats and bleeds in practice, the fewer drops of blood they spill in the arena. These lessons did not fall on deaf ears, and soon Damacles was heralded as one of the deadliest gladiators in the realms.<br/><br/>Fame came with privilege. Not only did the O'rogenous family make coin from his wins in the arena, they also made money from his services as a lover. Aside from the wealthy women who wanted to see what sex was like with a gladiator, there were the other lunista. Some of which believed they could breed the perfect gladiators. To him the money mattered little. He fought for the glory of his ludis and would likely die in service to his master.<br/><br/>Being summoned by the wife of his master was troubling. She did not often call on him and when she did the meeting was short. Often telling him to prepare himself for the company of a Roman lady, and a reminder how he should treat such a woman. This time he was escorted to the bathhouse to meet Aelia. She is sitting at a small table drinking wine and eating cheese. Her hair wet from her recent bath, and four naked servants watching from the sidelines.<br/><br/>"Damacles."<br/><br/>"Domina."<br/><br/>"Your Dominus is attending a gala tonight celebrating the Bacchanalia." She says firmly. "It has come to my attention that certain elements in our city take umbrage with the General's recent policies." She pauses taking a sip of wine. "Some have made threat to eliminate this policies with a dancing blade and my husband's blood on the ground."<br/><br/>He stands listening to her. At first his face is inscrutable. When it is mentioned that someone moves against the house, his jaw clenches. It's very obvious to anyone in attendance he doesn't like what he's hearing.<br/><br/>"At the party there will be guards...there he should be safe." She pauses. "On the road...I worry. He is a warrior in his own right, but I seek suitable security to defend him in case the need arises." She looks him up and down. "To anyone at the party...you're just the gladiator he brought along...a toy for the noble ladies to play with or tease at their leisure. Your real purpose is to keep my husband from harm."<br/><br/>"I would give my life for this house Domina."<br/><br/>"Very good." She says with a nod. "You will be bathed and dressed in your armor. A finely polished gladiator of the house O'rogenous. Once at the party let Marcus mingle and play, but let him not stray from sight."<br/><br/>"Your will...my hand."<br/><br/>Fade to black<br/><br/><br/>It did not surprise him when the Dominus approached him in the training yard and chose him to be his security. While he is a General and can lead men into battle and gladiators to victory, she has his ear. The decisions he makes regarding house matters often go through her. He wonders if the General knew there were whispers of murder, or if Aelia had only privileged his most loyal Scorpion with that knowledge. In the end it didn't matter. His marching orders were to get the General home safely, and in this task he would not fail.<br/><br/>The trip to the Senator's home was uneventful for the most part. There was a group of men in an alley watching them go by, but a look from Damacles in his trademark armor, sent them to find entertainment elsewhere. Some common people are celebrating their own way as they ride by. Wine flows and debauchery seems evident everywhere off the main thoroughfares. Many revelers have little or no clothing to cover themselves. Some are even bolder. Pleasuring one another in view of any and all in attendance. During a celebration such as this, anyone and everyone can treat themselves as a Senator or Cesar.<br/><br/>Arriving at the villa he stays close to his Dominus. Damacles knew none of these attendees by name, however has seen some of them at the games in the pulvinus. He is well aware of his station and his mission. Being a gladiator affording him some respect, but at the end of the day he is still but a slave. He would not speak to anyone, unless they opened the lines for conversation. Even then he has to be careful. Drucilla and Canus are married and Canus is a Governor. The breathtaking Aelia is the wife of a senator. Just a few details he picked out of the conversation.