GLADIATOR! IC Page
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				Title: <strong>GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 22:07:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Dominus: Manius Sertorius Africanus</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Domina: Valeria Caerellia Renate</strong></div><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/Ludus_view.jpg)</div><br>The Lanista Manius begins his school as a way to set himself up for his old age without support from either his family or the legions. As is fitting his personal style, the Cliff Lion School focuses on a pragmatic strategy... while not necessarily the most showy of fighters, he encourages unorthodox tactics to keep alive, figuring a dead hero is less useful than a living man.<br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Gladsculp1.jpg)</div><br>Being a Ludus not quite established deep enough, the Lanista was seeking for something that would bring his Ludus into the forefront of Roman society. This would be found in an oddity surely...a woman warrior who had not only survived her time in capture, she had been handed off enough times due to her un-tamable nature. A -true- Gladiator followed the words of the Doctore, needing to listen and learn to be able to survive in the arena. Not only survive, but become the CHAMPION.<br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Gladiator-ad.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 01:51:38</strong>
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				~ <strong><em>Ryann, being led into the Ludus</em></strong> ~<br><br>The dust coated the back of her throat. Covered her normally alabaster flesh in a thick cracking camouflage, settling so deep within her raven locks that the tresses were a matted mess. The shackles binding her wrists and ankles had cut into skin again and again, causing sanguine both dried and shiny wet to stain skin and dirt. She wore naught but the barest of loincloths, the hot dry wind fluttering the cloth to reveal her sex intermittently. Breasts were bare, deliciously full, round and firm, giving statement perhaps to those with a keen eye the status of her maidenhead. Beneath dirty derma muscle was tight and tense, yet there was a sweet swell of hip, a delightful curve of tight, round hillocks, giving the nature of her form both the seductive tease of a woman, combined with what looked to be the coiled strength of a lioness. Her face, though again painted with the detritus of the Roman landscape, could be seen to hold a youthful, even regal beauty. Lips full, teasingly kissable, even behind the snarl. High cheekbones, and eyes, oh her eyes. Slightly almond shape, enough to give off an exotic sense, and the hue of the most piercing emerald green. Those eyes alone told the story of what sort of woman was being led amongst the slaves heading into the Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis. <br><br>They told that she was not a prisoner. She was not a slave. She was a warrior, she was royalty, and with her chin held high, with her eyes flashing bright, she moved into line with the other slaves as they were led into the training yard of the Ludus. Her gaze was traveling, swiftly and accurately, seeking all points of interest. Where weapons would be, if any. Escape routes if they could be seen. Anything and everything that would help her gain her freedom.<br><br>She was Ryann ap Elim, the daughter of the Ard Ri, and to her, the only option was escape. She would never allow these Roman scum to tame her, to bring her to her knees. Every place she had been taken to before had merely made the attempt to make her a house slave. None had succeeded, and yet...odd for this society...she was still alive. What did this Irish Princess have that had kept the sword off her neck?<br><br>As the slave train came to a shuffling halt in the middle of the training yard, as most others of the slaves to be offered held there head and eyes down, she kept hers up. Daring anyone to call her out on her pride. She looked to the balcony above, seeking out with a fierce determination the so called man that was to be her Domina. In her mind, she would either find a way to escape the bowels of this particular hell, or she would die in the attempt, and take any and all who got in her way with her.<br><br>It was the warrior way...
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				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 07:55:44</strong>
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				"blah hate, blah resistance, blah blah I'll kill you..." Lupis Dae Lucis sighed "what a pain" the high priest of Vestia held his hand against his forehead dramaticly exhaling "this is why you don't take slaves, see look down there" he pointed to a couple of the slaves "see how they instantly resent you, how are they supposed to adapt to roman socity if you place them outside it." he turned to one of the other roman officals watching the slaves being herded in, looking down at them through his faceless winged helm. "about one in five will die in the first match, and that's not taking into account the actual warriors, and of those who do, if they could slip their chains, they'd strangle each and every one of you with it." the woman beside the senator, possably his wife, looked offended&nbsp; "these brutes are no match for..." "shut up you yappy oversexed bitch." he seemsed irritated the senator more so, as it turned out it was his wife "you upstart whoreson, what right do you have to speak to my wife like that." the senator threatened to slap the young priest.<br>He ignored the idle threat. and slapped the senator's arm aside casualy. "Any of these people could have been roman citizans, as they are now, they are near useless. They hate the republic, they see nothing but the man with the trunchon who beats them, and his master who crushed their homes and lives."<br>"sir you will not speak to Master Episus like that" came the attending slave carrying the senator's wine.<br>"let us try somthing"<br>he pulled a sword from his belt and thrust it into the boy's hand. "there we go. now tell me what do you want to do." the boy's knees seemed to shake, suprised, Episus and his wife were shocked "what are you getting at Lupis?"<br>"proving my point" he walked up behind the slave placing a hand on his sholder "you want to use that. you don't know how, but I can see it" he walked around the slave "you have power, you could take his life, I won't stop you. tell me, were you seprated from family, our parents, tell me does he beat you, I've seen him do so, he's unarmed, alone, here in the box" he leaned in to the slaves ear "all you have to do is... lash... out..."<br>The box erupted in a scene of violence, the slave flew into a rage swinging wildly, Episus backed up, his wife screamed and just before the slave could drive the blade into his master's gut, Lupis cuffed him in the back of the head, the slave swung around and Lupis pulled his arm from it's socket, not from the body, but loose nontheless.<br>"you said..." the boy wheezed through the pain, Lupis pulled his blade from the boy "I'm a politican, I lied"<br><br>His eye was drawn by the one woman among the incoming slaves "you see Episus, the moment they realize the chains are just metal, the trunchon only wood, and the whip only leather. Your slaves will tear your throat out, even if, like this boy, they don't have the skill to do so." he swept a hand down at the slaves "now imagine trained warriors like these?" Episus turned white. "I don't keep slaves, because I don't like having a few hundred would be assassians on every estate."<br>From there on the night was filled with wine and women before the nobles would return to rome, Lupis had big plans for their return, more importantly his political rival had sold him the boy who knew the ins and outs of his mansion, and gone to bed early, completely parinoid, and left the oil burning.<br>the great game continued.<br>the white and gold robed man in the silver helm did not drink much, but he did have much to entertain him. best of all, he bedded that yappy bitch, Episus's wife, while he lay awake in the other room scared that every shadow held a slave with violent intent.
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				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 18:14:12</strong>
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				<strong>~ Cingetorix arriving at the ludus ~</strong><br><br>The sound of hooves clacking noisily upon uneven rock and the monotonous droning of heavy wooden wheels coalesced with sounds of metal against metal, creaking leather and muted voices. The wagon rattled and shook steadily as it traveled along the rough road leading to a destination unknown. Cingetorix sat amidst strangers, slaves like he, their wrists and ankles chained and shackled together like convicted criminals. The heat from the noonday sun caused perspiration to bead on his forehead and collect at his brow. Sweat ran down his entire body in tenuous dirty rivulets as it mingled with the dirt, blood and grime on his hardened physique. <br><br>Across from him sat a woman unlike any he had ever seen, bound in the same manner as he. She was tall for a woman with a long, sable mane and creamy muscled flesh riddled with scars and layered with dust and sand. She was all but threadbare with only the skimpiest of loin cloths to cover her most intimate bits; it failed in covering her more than it succeeded. <br><br>He said nothing, that ever present scowl on his dirty face as he stole a glance to this one and that one, keen ears always alert and, absorbing his surroundings like a thirsty sponge. The driver of the wagon called out a stern command, giving a tug on the reigns and bringing them all to a jolting stop. Cingetorix squinted, struggling to raise his hands over his eyes. With the chains shackling hands and feet, it was a futile attempt to shield the sun’s bite from searching eyes still sensitive to the harsh light after such a length of time spent in relative darkness by comparison.<br><br>One of the guards gave a firm yank on the chains causing him to stumble forward and eliciting a hateful sneer in response which was mostly ignored aside from a few chuckles and smirks from the guards. Jumping down from the wagon, he followed behind the woman who had been sitting across from him. Inquisitive pools of soft chocolate quickly set to the task of scanning, searching, studying his surroundings. Shuffling feet shod with sandals carried him forward in file behind the woman slave. His attention was caught by some pompous upper class Romans on one of the upper balconies, casting indifferent glances and waving, gesturing hands in his general direction as if they were merely discussing cattle. He cursed them under his breath and swore a silent oath to himself and his departed loved ones lost to him at the hands of contemptuous Romans like those who looked on him even now.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 18:29:49</strong>
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				<em>Slip the lead fight, fight my bark<br>is softer than my bite…</em><br><br>Sorcha did not like the sand, neither did she like the bonds. Still she remembered her vows to the totems before her capture, and even here had learned to tread softly even on soil that felt so strange. To watch the way her captures moved was disgusting they had no respect for that which they walked upon. How could they disturb the ones beneath…and they called her a barbarian. She would have spat but had been ‘muzzled’ since the incident with a random man of metal, and that difficulty with the pretty and compliant slave girl. <br><br>So her mind came back to her own predicament and not those of the others, the prideful, the weeping and the oh so perfect. Thus her mind returned to her feet and this foreign soil, and to the ropes that hobbled her… slave indeed, she didn’t think so… at least not for long because there would be many ways to escape, even if she left in the world of the dead, at least there she would be reunited with her mate and her son. <br><br>When a horse passed Sorcha snorted and shook her head as much as she was able, her nostrils flared and the woman took in their scent, for she had run with the feral ponies in her time and held their manes. She missed that; the whinny that was released was stifled. The dogs on the journey had a growl and a grunt of greeting, they were not as the wolves she respected but they were at least closer than anything she had seen for a time. The woman would have howled but again the pathetic muzzle that covered her mouth stopped this.<br><br>Perhaps whoever decided on her might allow her to work with the animals, at least she had more respect for them than anything here. Whether capture or captive.<br><br>When she was free of her bonds someone was going to loose an appendage. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 10:56:20</strong>
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				If there ever was a smell that was inescapable from Livius it would have to be the smell of vomit.&nbsp; You smell it in the battlefields, you smell it in the markets, you smell it in the streets, and even at sea.&nbsp; Hold up inside the confines of the galley it had no means of escape only to make the cell even fouler.&nbsp; It was enough to make any man want to break silence, even Livius.&nbsp; “Jupiter’s cunt lets some air in!” One of the passengers could bear it no more banging fiercely against the cargo doors.&nbsp; &nbsp;Livius was glad he wasn’t the one who didn’t have to project everyone’s thoughts.&nbsp; Heck if he wanted to he could probably carve a few air holes into the hull for air.&nbsp; Then again it would probably be overwhelmed by even more vomit, so until they reached port it would do little good.&nbsp; At least now they had someone cracked to entertain their slow voyage.&nbsp; <br><br>Whatever reason though, be it miracle or otherwise the passengers would be surprised by the sudden sound of locks moving, perhaps even to unlock the hold.&nbsp; Livius had to admit that perhaps it was a message by Neptune himself to warn us that we were home.&nbsp; Neptune always had a cruel sense of humor for any sailor. When the sound of iron locks grinding came to the halt the holding doors broke open allowing them the first sight of the outside world for the past five days.&nbsp; Livius, unlike his fellow patrons remain in the back of the holds not as relieved to see land once more.&nbsp; His return was not one of good news; in fact it is the worst of all news for a young soldier of Rome: his parents have gone to the afterlife.&nbsp; For a moment Livius felt paralyzed as he watched the fellow passenger/crew members exited the hold to prepare for disbark, troubled by whether going home was best for him.&nbsp; Livius knew though that he had to get out of here, because believe it or not with all his experience with vomit he could not stand it.&nbsp; Grabbing his pack and satchel he paced forward making his exit towards the door to his destination.&nbsp; Exiting the hold he saw before him the port of Tarraconesis before his eyes.&nbsp; Even he had to admit he had never been to Spain.<br><br>Livius was the model example of a Roman soldier, a modest height of 5’10, well toned figure.&nbsp; His uniform marked him as a standard soldier but any soldier returning home always meant capability.&nbsp; His hair well maintained reflected its brown complexion giving it a color much like the ship itself.&nbsp; His eyes, a luscious blue that matched the sky itself. He would have kept his helmet but a close encounter unfortunately cost him that losing it to Neptune’s home.&nbsp; He kept his weapons close to him, but to prevent any unintended intimidation he preferred concealing them using the red cloak that Pompey had given him.&nbsp; In fact with the help of the hood he could even mask his tattoo on his neck.&nbsp; For now though it was not necessary, for he had nothing to hide from others.<br><br>Watching the ship reach port the endless barking of orders erupted from the ship as sailors came to life acting as a single entity in order to secure the ship to the dockyards.&nbsp; With the galley now secured the gang plank could be let down and the passengers nightmare be over.&nbsp; Just like in the hold Livius remained the last to leave the ship.&nbsp; Before Livius could depart though a hand shot at his chest holding him back.&nbsp; Turning his head to where the arm was connected to he looked before a young sailor bearing an emotionless face.&nbsp; “Gods look after you now.”&nbsp; The hand then moved to his shoulder patting it firmly like saying goodbye to a brother.&nbsp; Livius wanted to thank him but he was already back on duty, so in the end Livius could only smile and nod as he finally left his tour of duty once more.<br><br>Not much to his surprise, Tarraconesis seemed no different from Capua or even any Roman port city at that. The moment he stepped off the boat he would be met a masses of merchants, shipyard workers, dock workers, refugees, nobles….it was a hub of the community.&nbsp; Most of the passengers much like Livius had to be careful though when exiting the wharf since large social areas like these always attract thieves, and pickpockets, so it was vital that you kept your coin close.&nbsp; Escaping such a hazardous location though was easy for Livius which didn’t in fact take much effort, well certainly no as much as his fellow passengers.&nbsp; Wishful thinking perhaps for a split second upon leaving the port a young boy bumped into him, but unable to make him falter.&nbsp; In fact he had countered by turning the boy’s arm inward forcing his wrist to bend back which held his coin purse.&nbsp; Using his free hand he retrieved it placing it once again somewhere safe from any thieves’ eyes, especially this one.&nbsp; Seeing no need to worry Livius released the boy, watching to make sure he didn’t follow.&nbsp; The young lad held his pinned wrist bothered by the pain but at the least thankful he didn’t beat him or more then likely kill him.&nbsp; Blood wasn’t necessary at this time no matter how much or how it is inflicted.<br><br>Now it would seem he required a place to stay, after all he wasn’t leaving for Capua in a hurry.&nbsp; Pompey had recommended someone named Antonius who lived near the brothel district to help provide Livius with lodging.&nbsp; Along with directions Pompey had provided him with extra finances for him to get situated before he prepared for his journey back to Capua.&nbsp; Until then Livius will have to find work in order to gather the money for food, lodge and the eventual transport back home.&nbsp; But at the same time though there was enough money to bet in the games as well.&nbsp; While on his campaign destroying pirate vessels he developed a liking towards card games but would always be told about making real money in the gladiatorial events at the amphitheatre in Tarraconesis.&nbsp; It would be interesting to see if this sport seemed any different from the frontlines he fought in, but so long as he could possibly make money from it, it never hurt to try something out at least once.<br><br>Finding the brothel district wouldn’t prove to be too difficult by the scent of perfume alone.&nbsp; Finding it though was easy, getting through though was something more of a challenge.&nbsp; Every step he took into that district only was met with resistance by a multitude of prostitutes beckoning him to screw them.&nbsp; Sometimes it was hard to imagine that this was a human behavior but with no experience in such things perhaps it’s something that develops eventually, Jupiter forbid himself.&nbsp; “Watch out!”&nbsp; Livius sharply turned his head to take note of a large caravan coming his way.&nbsp; He quick-stepped to the side of the road to allow more then enough room for the slave caravan to pass by without any way of causing an incident due to him.&nbsp; Livius had always seen prisoners of war but not slaves really, was it really so different?&nbsp; In the end they all were people who were stripped of their former lives bound by the Ideals of Rome; the very same ideals that Livius still safeguards.&nbsp; Looking at these slaves though, they seemed not morally crushed but full of vigor and rage, waiting to be unleashed if not for their imprisonment.&nbsp; Even one such possessing raven hair showed no signs of submission or whim, it didn’t matter if she saw him enough, for either way Livius have other important arrangements to deal with……Finding a place to eat and rest for a while.&nbsp; 20 some odd days at sea it would seem nice at least from his mind to lay on something that didn’t rock endlessly<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 14:06:15</strong>
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				<strong>~ <em>Valeria within the Ludus Villa</em> ~</strong><br><br>As with most occasions where 'guests' where expected, the hillside villa joined to the Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis bustled with chaotic yet well bridled energy. The calm before the fire-storm known as the anxious wife to the Lanista, more commonly known simply as Domina, seethed with small mannerisms and short snappy orders that suggested her inner struggles. <br><br>“More water!” She commanded, having sunk to a reclining lounge chair. A delicate wrist adorned with gold threads and amber jewels repetitively flicked the embroidered fan she held. Dark locks of sweeping waves, most piled high atop her head save for the two strands at the front, which caught the lofting breeze of her incessant fanning.<br><br>True, the impending 'guests' were in fact only new slaves, but she still expects the villa interior to be immaculately presented. Should any slaves be worthy of household tasks, they should immediately recognise the standards she expects from their work. She had roused early and her two most trusted slaves had been ready to help her dress. Her hair had been styled fashionably, while soft, lilac and cream fabrics caresses her curvaceous, relatively tall form in gentle, floaty folds. Appearance was vital on all occasions, as the new arrivals would also need to realise that their domina was not a woman to be trifled with. Regardless of if their station would ultimately be in the Villa, or the Ludus, she was still a force to be reckoned with. Severely strict when needed, but when appeased and when trust is gained, she is seen to be a good-natured and wholesome woman. The mistress-slave pact is clear to the majority of her present cohorts; work hard, and be justly rewarded. None have complained so far and so she prides herself on the loyal stock she keeps. <br><br>Yet the villa was always kept in prime condition, so her mood transcended beyond this sudden desire to bark unnecessary orders from such painfully early hours. What truly irked her from the moment she had tossed and turned upon her pillow that morning, was the remembrance of how she had not been present to choose these new slaves. Not that she doubted the capabilities of her husband; he knew the arena better than the back of his hand and far better than she knew her own hand even. But the household domain was hers to command and maintain. What if he picked an incapable slave merely because it was cheap? Perish the thought. So she had been sour tempered once coin had slipped from husband's purse, but the façade had been difficult to maintain; he always had been a difficult man to refuse after the lights went out. Sometimes even her true name, Valeria, spoken on wine tainted lips, was more than enough coercion. Alas, today the fruits of that spent coin would be revealed, and Valeria above all hoped there would be no disappointments with the flock.<br><br>The heavy gates boomed and so Valeria suddenly sat upright, her fanning ceasing with the bated breath held behind lightly parted lips. The rhythmic clattering of hooves and turning of wheels upon grit and sand followed, spurring her to fluidly stand. In a gust of lilacs, cream and deeper lavenders, she fled to the outer balcony, hoping to catch a glimpse of the new arrivals. Expecting her most trusted of slaves to follow in her wake as the warmth of a calm, midday sun greeted her outside. She knew, deep down, that she should perhaps wait to follow behind husband, yet she was a woman of unchained curiosities. Besides, she was relatively concealed up on the balcony, and above all else, she was safe at that great, elevated height from the 'dogs' below. Dark eyes beneath dark and thickly inquiring brows watched as some bare, and some sandalled feet jumped down from the cart. Men whose position she was sure to be in the arena, but the women? Her fan shot loose again, and a single word escaped slightly strained vocal chords as she attempted to sweep away the rising heat of her temperament. <br><br>“Water.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 21:21:34</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon in the Ludus.</strong><br><br>Ammon looked down at the brand along his arm, an odd feeling stirring in his stomach. Among the gladiators at the Ludus, he was one of the more recent to attain the title of gladiator. No longer seen as a dog, he was now respected by his brethren and in his final test? Had killed the man that he had been set against, and truly proved his ferocity in combat to his brothers. At this point in Ammon's career, he'd fought constant matches for a year. All of them ending the same, Ammon ending the contest brutally and quickly. He was quickly proving to be a crowd favorite for both his good looks &amp; his combat prowess. Men said that Ammon wasn't unlike the god Mars on the field of battle, while women swooned and desired to have the gladiator take them. However currently, he was lost in his own world and considering the brand on his arm. It wasn't enough to be undefeated, it wasn't enough to have the crowd at his feet. There was more desired by the 25 year old gladiator. Freedom was chief amongst his desires, which led to him saving his winnings after each and every fight. No there was something else that drove the young man. <br><br>The champion of the ludus, Rioghan. Ammon desired his title, and the honor that would come with uncrowning him. Unlike many others, Ammon didn't fear the Celt, he relished the opportunity to see him on the field of battle. There was a level of respect for the man, he was one of his brothers. However Ammon would speak plainly to him, and made no secret his desire to become champion. All he could do at this point was continue drawing audience favor, and winning his matches until there was no choice but to place him against the damned Celt. <br><br>Ammon opened his eyes slowly, pacing back and forth across the sand as he considered the wooden target standing before him. Twirling the two heavy wooden swords he held, Ammon took a stance before he began to launch a flurry of attacks at it. Expertly moving the weapons with precision and grace, each blow landed on the target rocked it as Ammon's controlled fury was a sight to behold. Eventually his exhibition ended with him on one knee and having landed a brutal backstroke at the target before straightening up and looking around the training grounds. 
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				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 23:28:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Ludus Villa</strong></em></span><br><br><strong>“Yes Domina”</strong><br><br>Her steps were light as feathers as she made her way over to the small table that held a large vase of water and two silver cups. She poured the water into one cup and handed it over to her Domina. Previously she had known her mistress by another name, but with the title of wife a great many changes had come.<br><br><strong>“Your water”</strong><br><br>Her voice was soft and subtle as if she feared it would crack if she were to speak higher. Returning to her proper position her head began to swim with thoughts of today’s events. Waking up early in the morning to tend to chores of the house and other slaves were her secondary duty, her primary were the needs and concerns of her mistress. A woman she had become a trusted individual too.&nbsp; She could sense the waves of change that floated about the ambience and it could only mean one thing. The Dominus would be expecting a new shipment of slaves&nbsp; to arrive soon if they were not already here. However these new arrivals would be more than just slaves. They would be gladiators. Well those who earned the mark would become gladiators and for the less fortunate pickings possibly sold off to market. <br>It didn’t excite her like some of the other slaves in the household.&nbsp; The arena stood for everything she didn’t believe in. The thought of people taking the lives of others for sport left a sour trail on her tongue. However she did respect the arena for what it did for this house. Asine was always able to see both the good and evil in a situation and it didn’t stop just beyond the ludus.<br><br>Following&nbsp; Valeria out onto the balcony, she too couldn’t help but to curiously peer over into the sandy mesh as nearly naked men practiced and trained below absent of Doctore.&nbsp; Her bright orbs lessened when in vitality when she saw the load of fresh recruits arrived. She couldn’t help it as the corners of her mouth began to on her lips as flesh after flesh began to unload on the sand of the arena. So maybe she was a being a bit stubborn when her eyes trailed over sinewy lines of tight muscle and tanned skin. It would be interesting to see what these new slaves would offer to this house and whether they could stand against the champion.&nbsp; <br><br>Luckily Asine’ was the type to think ahead and had filled the Domina’s second cup with water to quickly replenish her thirsty mistress. <strong>“Water” </strong>she said slightly bowing and handing the noble woman another glass. The heat was baking her honey complexion, but it didn’t bother her at all as she returned her attention down below to the ludus.<br>~~~~~~<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><br><em>Ludus</em></strong></span><br><br>These days had begun to run back and forth and in between. He could not recall how many times this day had come.&nbsp; Shipments of slaves had arrived to promise this house with glorious victors or piss and shit of the fallen.&nbsp; He hadn’t slept all night, praying in silence in his solitaire room with only his gods to hear him he prepared his mind. Inhaling deeply he rose to his feet and grabbed the raw hide leather whip at his station before exiting his room.<br><br>His locks tied strategically into a ponytail as the muscle of his shoulders rippled under his skin he stepped out onto the sand of the ludus. Minding the current gladiators who bore the mark proudly, he&nbsp; himself having an intimate history with the brand on his shoulder and the various scars and markings that surrounded them reminded everyone on the sands what it is like to live as a gladiator. To serve the crowd and respect the sands, these sacred sands, was more than just a game. <br><br>Suddenly the sound of a whip cracked , snapping the air so that the sound would reach every ear in attendance.&nbsp; He stood in the middle of the ludus as the new shipment of slaves arrived and his sharp gaze narrowed in anticipation.<br><br><strong>“GLADIATORS, FORMATION!”</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 07:28:38</strong>
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				<strong>~ Liliana seeing her husband off as he departs for yet another business trip ~</strong> <br><br>The roiling sea of bodies reluctantly and only momentarily parted as the elegant raeda rolled slowly toward the docks, the throngs of denizens milling around the bustling Portus Tarraconis filling back in behind the moving carriage’s wake. The majestic pair of snowy white horses leading the carriage, the ornately decorated wood of the wagon, the luxurious fabric of the canopy and curtains - all provided mute testimony to the wealth of the couple riding within. Reaching its destination at the dock, the driver pulled up sharply on the reins and the horses abruptly ceased their onward motion, their silky alabaster manes flowing and muscles rippling as they momentarily reared up, hoofs pounding the air in an eye-catching display of their high spirited temperament. <br><br>The pearl white satin curtains draping in the windows of the raeda softly framed the profile of the woman who sat within. Her long, deep sable brown hair was pulled up and away from her striking face to cascade in lustrous waves down her back. The sumptuous tresses were held in place with jeweled hairpins, the emerald gems a glittering weighty counterpoint to the airiness of her pale green gown. Matching thin emerald bracelets adorned her slender wrist, the delicate jewelry luminous against her soft honeyed skin.<br><br>Leaning forward from the bench where she sat brought the woman closer to the man sitting across from her, and she placed her hand to rest upon his knee.&nbsp; The man was decades older than the woman, but his vibrant blue eyes belied the thinning white hair on his head and the deep wrinkles softening his face as he regarded the woman with tenderness. Leaning forward as well, he grasped her smooth small hand between his large weathered ones, and spoke to her tenderly.<br><br>“Liliana, again I must part with you, my beloved. Have care with yourself while I am away, and know that it will be you I think of each day as the glorious sun rises to bathe me with its warmth and light, and each night as the heavenly moon and stars shine their beauty down upon me.”<br><br>Liliana’s full sensual lips curved upward in a soft smile as she spoke, the smile lighting her violet eyes and resonating in the laughing tone of her voice. “Gnaeus Petronia Nerva, you charmer - you always know the words to rouse my soft heart at your departure.”&nbsp; Moving to sit beside him, Liliana lifted her hand and caressed the side of his face tenderly with her fingers, and Gnaeus gently captured her face between his hands. Their lips found each other and a loving kiss passed between them, Gnaeus tightening his fingers on her unconsciously as he deepened their parting kiss. Breaking their embrace, he reached for her hand and brushed his lips softly over her knuckles, his eyes holding hers intently. Releasing her hand, he departed the raeda and strode purposefully toward his ship.<br><br>Floating grandly in the water in front of the halted raeda, the galley merchant ship rocked gently at its moorings. In a blur of motion, men scrambled on board the ship and on the docks to finish loading the last of the crates and boxes and various merchandise onto the ship, now that the owner and captain had arrived.&nbsp; Upon Gnaeus’s departure toward his ship, the driver of the raeda flicked the reins and smoothly steered the carriage away from the docks. <br><br>Liliana eased back into her seat as the carriage began to move, releasing a long, deep sigh, her dark fringe of thick lashes beginning to lower against her cheeks as she relaxed into the soft cushions. Catching a swirl of red out of the corner of her eye, she turned her head to watch through her window what appeared to be a disembarking soldier easily thwarting a would-be pickpocket. As she admired the graceful maneuverings of his masculine form, the scarlet undulations of his cape reminded her of the abundance of flowing blood at the recent gladiatorial game she had witnessed, her very first. <br><br>The violent and bloody contest between mighty warriors had electrified her, awakening a primal excitement she was intrigued to discover within herself. Craving more of her newfound entertainment, she had revealed her attraction to the games to her husband, who had suggested she make an introduction to Valeria, the Domina of the Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis. Gnaeus was amused at her fascination, and proposed she look into sponsoring her very own gladiator in the games - an idea that more than piqued her interest.&nbsp; <br><br>Having learned that Valeria’s husband had just purchased a fresh stock of slaves, Liliana had immediately dispatched a messenger to Valeria indicating her desire to have first pick of the most promising among their new arrivals, advising that her sponsorship of a gladiator would be most generous. Expecting a return messenger at any time, Liliana reclined comfortably on the cushions as her carriage rolled through the streets, her fingers unconsciously twining in her hair and her hand absently stroking the softness of her gown against her thigh as she pictured the powerful gladiators resplendent in their near-naked chiseled flesh, as they battled each other for the ultimate prize: to remain alive. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>adifferenceinsize</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 11:11:55</strong>
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				<strong>Overlooking the Training Grounds</strong><br><br>Afternoon breezes always bring with them the heat of the plains and the dusts of the inland roads and construction. The lanista's station on the uppermost balcony of the central building of his busy estate kept the air clear, making the light wafts of dirt lapping across the field below and the plains beyond seem like fingers of an ephemeral beast reaching to him. Idly nursing his left forearm in his other hand, thoughts settle of the ferryman calling, but as the calls in the distance of the arriving caravan and its much-boasted collection of new blood for the ludus and the house, Manius Sertorius shakes his head and clears his mind of such fatalistic notions. Usually content to dress in austere robes around the ludus, today was one of those days he broke his notions of comfort and propriety to don the gaudier garb he normally reserves only for the arena; just as the lion's head shoulder dress and fine-wrought armor pieces highlighted the glory days of his younger self, he knew the impression they left on new slaves even at a distance was powerful and helped instill a measure of the gravity of their new stations. For even as much sympathy as he might have for the men and women he takes in, he understands all too well the anger many of these slaves have when still new to their bonds. If it means he must be a monster until the beasts can be quelled, then so be it.<br><br>One of the young men in the city which has taken to work in the ludus heads off at the lanista's orders after giving assistance in dressing him for the dance of initiation. A thin smile sits upon the elder's chin as he looks down at the scene unfolding there, the gladiators and slaves being pulled into ranks as the new slaves are brought out of their holds within their wagon cells. No matter what else may happen in his life, he knew even more than the festivals or the major fights, initiation days were always assured to be interesting. He takes his perch standing by the railing with his hands on the edge with a firm grip, watching his people like a god on Olympus.<br><br><br>Far from the first of these round-ups, the minutiae of the arrival events were well-rehearsed, which helped to enshrine the principles of discipline and loyalty that were the bedrock of the house. The jog of Fabian from the top of the central house was along a well-worn path. Stopping before the lovely matron of the school, he waves to one of the more brutish slaves before addressing her with his breath still catching up to him, "The lanista apologizes for making you wait, but he hopes you can join him at the apex of the ludus with the fifth ring. Appearances and that."<br><br>Indeed, Manius did like making an affair of the inductions, the pomp and severity meant to create an imposing foundation of the family's image for the newcomers. At that moment, a pair of immensely powerful metallic rings echo from the cliff side, fighting back the breeze into town and rattling the bones of those on the estate. And thus the dance begins, the slaves on the ground led by the doctore to stand between the carts and the eastern parapets. Soon, the mettle of the gladiators-to-be would be tested, and the others set to the affairs of the family, and Manius' trust in the work of his henchman in the latest batch rewarded or punished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 12:55:30</strong>
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				<strong>Rioghan at training</strong><br><br>It was new meat day. For the ludus champion it didn't really mean much, it was hard for a fresh slave to tell by the manner in which the gladiators were garbed who was who. Rioghan was, like all the other gladiators, adorned in nothing more then a rag to protect modesty. While some champions had the leeway and confidence to step out onto the training sands later in the day then their brothers, mayhap suffering under a head burned by wine. The Hibernian was not of that sort, not often at least. He was out with all the others, the same early rise so that he might practice his killing craft. <br><br>When the fresh blood came limping in like the sorry lot they were, and Doctore called for formations, Rioghan did as instructed. He respected that man, he had knowledge and wisdom, talented honed by experience. With a wooden shield and sword in hand the Celtic Champion made his way to formation, standing as he should. Dominus was watching, if it were not for the chains, figurative if not always literal, didn't bind Rioghan to this place he would have counted the Dominus as a man he also respected. True there was some respect there, he had been good to his Champion but one couldn't help but assume he was being good to a valuable product. Taking care of his star stock. In another time, another place Rioghan might have served under him as a soldier proudly and with honour, bringing glory to both. Such a place and time had not come about however. <br><br>Then there was Ammon, he was promising and talented, he had honour and skill with blade. Truth be told if Rioghan did not have several years on him which gave him time to perfect craft, it was possible Ammon would have been Champion. However, Rioghan had those seven years that honed his talents and he was far from so age when arm would grow weak. He'd be Champion for quite some time yet he reckoned, but he had no issue with banter with the brother-of-the-mark or entertaining his desires of one day meeting on the sands. 
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 22:26:41</strong>
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				<strong> Sorcha treads softly.</strong><br><br>All of the way on this ridiculous slave wagon type contraption Sorcha watched. Again her mind said ‘slave indeed’. This feral female had been making her mark even with bound hands and with only one sliver of wood and a finger.&nbsp; Yes it hurt, yes her nail and fingers bled but the land would know where she was, and any that came after her would know the story from the spiral that was left. Much like those left in the stones of her home lands.<br><br>She remained filled with spittle and spite, even more so when this woman saw two horses and one of the dogs, and how they seemed to suffer yet more than her. <br><br>&nbsp;Did these monsters know nothing? This was sickening, it was more than that….her mind screamed out <em> they, those ignorant ones, understood nothing.</em> Yet the muzzle kept her mouth quiet for the most. But a soft plan began to fall like feathers in her mind. The idea was as the gentleness of the deep snow and the skin of the rabbit and the fox, and down of the birds which hid so well in the heath. The thought had to remain so hidden, as animals she knew.<br><br><br>Luckily, or perhaps not Sorcha was close to one of the horses that seemed to favour its right front over the left, and appeared in pain. Completely ignoring the monster from the corrupted land, the feral pict moved to the animal with some difficulty considering her chains and let her face stroke the long muzzle of the grey. After blowing in its nostrils and letting out a quiet whinny Sorcha ignored it and looked to the ground. The horse’s head followed hers. It was only then she gestured to the lame leg with her head to the one that ‘owed him’. Then her cheek stroked the grey’s face for the horse’s scent at least gave her a little touch of home. <br><br>However much she hated these people, these vile creatures that destroyed that which was precious to others, their animals had no choice …just like she did not…at least for the moment…<br><br>Sorcha was vicious but not wholly cruel thus she also gestured with her head to one of the dogs that was to her obviously filled with pups, and to another horse that appeared uncomfortable, likely lame too, or perhaps just a stone caught in its foot.<br><br>Were they all blind? The pict thought so, if they punished her, she was not afraid. She could fight back, these animals could not. Was it the metal and the false scent that they wore that blinded them? In time she would learn and just the same in time her plan to return to the harsh lands of her home land would come to fruition. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 17:26:24</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon in the Ludus</strong><br><br>When the Doctore made his presence known, Ammon moved into formation and stood straight up with his arms by his side. His head held upwards as he breathed in slowly. The Doctore had long since earned his respect, he remembered the brutal days of training. For all parties involved? He was a hard man, but for Ammon because of his willful nature and free tongue? Their relationship had started out quite violently with Ammon frequently having to be punished and beaten for his insolence &amp; arrogance. However the Doctore was a gifted teacher, and he had learned much from the man. Ammon's eyes wandered to the new lot of potentials, and he couldn't help but sneer at the sight of them. They were a mangy lot to be sure. <br><br>Ammon considered each of them carefully, sizing them up for a moment and smirking for a moment before looking away from them and back to the Doctore. Cracking his neck gently, Ammon looked over at Rioghan's direction for a moment and perked up an eyebrow. His brother of the mark had grown too comfortable with his title, but to the man's credit he never grew content and took every match seriously. That'd make him a difficult opponent to best as he was constantly striving to improve himself, not impossible but highly difficult. It seemed that he too shared his content for the new meat. However, Ammon took another look at the new potentials and tried to pick out which of them in his eyes would wind up in the mines. Which would wind up dying, and which would recieve the mark and be counted as brothers. <br><br>Or...sister, it was rare to see a female gladiator however Ammon's eyes rested on her for a moment and unable to contain himself he merely spoke in a confident sarcastic manner, <strong>"This woman? Is she to practice sword with the brothers or do her talents lie in other arenas?"</strong> Giving a quick kiss in her direction before reassuming his position. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 06:06:05</strong>
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				(With the other slaves)<br><br>Chiara was still and silent, hugging her knees to her chest as the cart made its progress to the ludus. She stared down at the spot of light on the floor that came through one of the cracks in the side. This was it... Her new home with her new masters. There was no fire in her lovely blue eyes, only a stoic acceptance of the life she'd always had. However, there was a very keen intelligence and determination in those eyes.<br><br>She was definitely not as unkempt as a few of the others. The girl had done what she could to make herself presentable so she'd make a good impression on her new Domina. There were no bruises or scars on her arms to indicate prior rough treatment. Her former mistress had been very good to her. But who knew what would be expected of her at this ludus?<br><br>Silently she prayed to Artemis and Hestia, that the huntress would protect her and the goddess of the hearth would see that her new home wasn't too uncomfortable. Chiara had been a slave from birth. She had almost come to believe that she was property, worth no more than what someone would pay for her. <br><br>But that wasn't true, she just knew it. One day she would have her freedom. It would be granted or purchased. Until then she diligently serve her masters and earn the best position within the household she could. Unable to resist any longer, she turned and peered out at her new surroundings...
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 22:38:12</strong>
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				<strong>Aulus Livius-Antonious Kiosk</strong><br><br>So far Livius had to be caged in a hold full of vomit, was nearly robbed by a child, was harassed by a bunch of prostitutes, nearly got run over by a slave caravan, and the day wasn’t even over.&nbsp; In fact the next thing to come wouldn’t make the day any better.&nbsp; Passing the supposed brothel district Livius’s eyes came across a small crowd gathering around kiosk as if watching something progress in the small market.&nbsp; Not the biggest crowd in the world, but certainly an attraction to those whom were in the area, not to mention keeping their distance from the incident.&nbsp; Something bad, more then likely.&nbsp; Livius didn’t require too much displacement amongst the crowd in order to get a clear view at the incident at hand which unfortunately involved a kiosk bearing the title “Antonious’ Goods”.<br><br>Four tall men surrounded the kiosk.&nbsp; Judging by their attire and weapons they were nothing but common street thugs squeezing merchants to fill their coffers.&nbsp; The tallest of the men stared down at a scrawny but humble man full of fear of what may happen next. “You have no right to demand I pay you more when we already completed the transaction”&nbsp; The thug had no physical reaction to the merchants words but only to reply in even sharper words, “Antonious…my friend can I not help if I feel that what I sold you is worth more then what I originally thought?”&nbsp; A simple mistake, obviously this thug knew nothing of trading and his stupidity showed it both mentally and physically. The merchant could not be any more shocked by the criminal’s reasons, “Any merchant will tell you that the price I offered you was more then adequate.”<br>As if that made the situation any better.&nbsp; One of the henchmen approached the supposed leader bringing one of his daggers out of its sheath stabbing it into the wood of the kiosk.&nbsp; The talkative scum nodded to the assailant to dismiss him only to turn to Antonious.&nbsp; His right arm shoot out at Antonious grabbing him by the collar and pulling him back to forcibly so to bring his body within range, “Well unfortunately I don’t like what merchants think, I like what I think.&nbsp; And now I think you owe me a hand for that.” With his right hand occupied holding him by the collar, the thug had to use his left hand to grab hold of Antonious’ right wrist placing it firmly on the wooden counter of the kiosk.&nbsp; The second in command was all smiles as he grabbed the knife once more ready to strike down on the man’s hand for upsetting the boss.&nbsp; This is as far Livius would allow it to go.<br><br>Thankfully with him blended in the crowd it gave him the element of surprise since these villains did not expect any vigilantes from this mob.&nbsp; He had to move quickly considering the man’s hand was at stake.&nbsp; Bending his body forward his body burst into a gust of speed charging towards the armed man.&nbsp; &nbsp;Left hand ready he grasped the armed assailant’s right wrist to hold the dagger in place.&nbsp; Allowing enough reaction time for the thug to see the hand anchored Livius made the next move by using his right hand clenched in a tight fist taking an uppercut movement directly at the villain’s right armpit.&nbsp; With little to no time to react the sound of a pop reached the ears of the crowd, that pop being the sound of the thug’s shoulder dislocating, which left him no choice but to release the dagger from his hand as he dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes howling in pain.&nbsp; Seeing him as no longer a threat Livius released him from his grip only to capture the falling dagger with the same left hand.&nbsp; This part he had to time perfectly.&nbsp; With the dagger finally in hand he swung his left arm at an upward arc coming down opposite of him landing the dagger directly opposite of him which happened to be the thugs’ leader’s arm which was holding the merchants wrist.&nbsp; &nbsp;The blade pierced right through the arm anchoring it by even going through the wood leaving a large stream of blood flowing from the wound and at the same time, totally disconnecting the grip the villain had on the merchant.&nbsp; The supposed leader had only enough time to scream in pain before a fist from the origin of Livius came right at his face knocking out a tooth and in fact his consciousness at the cost of some torn flesh at the knuckle.&nbsp; Even the last two thugs whom were the slowest could not even make a move against the young soldier because of that very reason, for both of them could clearly see the mark of the legion engraved on his very neck.<br><br>“I think your business here is done.”&nbsp; Livius’ tone in this case was more then serious if not intimidating for the first time in so long.&nbsp; What choice did the two men have? Being sure to remove and drop the dagger from the boss’s arm, the standing henchmen recovered their superiors daring not turn back as they fled the scene, more then likely never to show their faces providing how long Livius remained here.&nbsp; The old merchant could not be anymore thankful then just now seeing how he was on his knees holding the young man’s hands in means to thank him, “Praise Jupiter you were here, I fear they would have taken much more then just my hand had you not shown up.&nbsp; I am Antonious, merchant of all trades, please at least allow me to give you a discount.”&nbsp; <em>Antonious…..wasn’t this the man Pompey told me about</em>…..Livius could only respond by first helping the merchant knowing that he couldn’t have someone kneeling for him. &nbsp;“If you are Antonious then I come with this letter.”&nbsp; Reaching into his belt pouch or at least one of them he presented the merchant with a letter bearing the senate seal, but to be more specific Pompey the Great’s seal.&nbsp; Seeing the value and importance of this letter the merchant humbled the young many into the estate he was using for his kiosk.<br><br>Thankfully with the dispute finished the crowd dispersed to go about its business leaving Antonious able to close shop as he read the letter.&nbsp; “Galla, can we get some bread and wine please?”&nbsp; Antonious was very nice to those whom lived here as well, from what it seemed they were all women dressed in worn and torn pieces of cloth giving off a sensual atmosphere about them.&nbsp; No doubt they these women were indeed prostitutes.&nbsp; Livius could only respond with a look to Antonious as if questioning if this really was him home.&nbsp; “Oh you have to forgive me, technically we are still in the brothel district but the madam gives me room and board providing I keep my deal of the bargain……” his lips leaned even closer to Livius’ ear, “….not just by coin alone.”&nbsp; Making it all the more clear.&nbsp; With both men settled at a table with food and drink Antonious finished the last words of the leader.<br><br>“Well my boy, from what this letter tells me you certainly have a ways to get to Capua, and what Pompey gave ya is not nearly enough.”&nbsp; Antonious of course referring to the satchel of money given to Livius.&nbsp; The merchant poured two flasks full of fine, one for each of them.&nbsp; In fact after nearly losing his hand the old man showed a sudden sign of being famished as he broke bread and eating it along with olives covered in oil. “In any case I think it wont be any problem finding you work, after what you did I figure I could use the extra muscle to make sure no one tries to harm me without a fight. In fact I could also use a strong man like you as a mule too.&nbsp; I have had letters dispatched to the various noble houses here and I hope to have responses pretty soon.&nbsp; In fact I believe one should be arriving at the Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis momentarily.”<br><br>Even after all those words and discussing his living arrangements, job details and other protocols Livius still remained isolated and if not nervous due to never being in this part of the Republic of Rome not to mention coming right off the ships from war.&nbsp; “Thank you sir, I promise to my best in your services.” &nbsp;The merchant could only laugh at the young man’s polite rebuttle. “Oh come boy, lets not get to formal okay.&nbsp; I may be old but I’d like to think that their still is some youth left in me.”&nbsp; His vision suddenly distracted by the passing of a voluptuous blonde gracing her presence.&nbsp; “Do you have a first name what was it……Livius?”&nbsp; Livius cleared his throat trying his best to ignore the prostitute as he gave his full name to Antonious.&nbsp; “My first name is Aulus, Aulus Livius.&nbsp; Son of Gaius Livius Justus.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 15:35:12</strong>
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				<strong>[ Valeria: From inside the Ludus Estate to the Training Grounds ]</strong><br><br>Full lips defined by a well aimed arrow from Cupid's bow, curve to form a gratuitously soft smile which briefly cracks the stern demeanour of the Domina. She knew she had picked a more than capable slave for her personal hand maiden, but it was the small things like having water already prepared that brought deeper value Asine's position. Obedience was one quality shared by many, yet calming voice was such a far more unique quality. Still fanning herself with one hand as she sipped from the cup held by the other, Valeria's stiff shoulders managed to loosen. Now she only need wait for her husband's calling, and wait she did, back inside the cooler shelter of the estate. Better to divert her eyes from the training grounds below, to distract herself with an assortment of red and green grapes atop a golder plate, rather than make glaring assumptions about the freshly plucked slaves waiting for assessment below her feet. <br><br>At last, the loyal Fabian brought news for dutiful wife and house-bound slaves to venture down the stone steps onto the tainted, Ludus soil. So rare it was for Valeria's feet to touch the sand where Gladiator's tread, but she could not allow her stomach to tie in nervous knots. She must hold her head high, and walk as if even she could best the Champion, for she was above all but her husband. As the gongs cracked powerfully against the horizon and each Ludus member took their position, Valeria waited patiently for the fifth calling. With only her most trusted slave to follow as her shadow, her sandalled feet finally crossed the sands. Although the majority of her dark hair was gathered and piled up behind her head, several thick twirls cascaded down a partially bare back where fabric failed to conceal skin dotted with the odd beauty or two mark across pronounced shoulder blades. Her tunica falling in floating waves from the suggestive swelling of shifting hips beneath fine fabrics as she strolls with an even pacing. As though she alone owns the liberty to force her observers to wait far longer for her to take position, if she truly desired. Yet she also ignores the slaves, casting not a single glance in their unworthy direction as she instead puts focus on her husband as target to reach. Sharply arched thick brows accentuate the fixed gaze of dark, approving eyes as she casts her surveying glance to the Lanista's armoured garb. In contrast to his impressionable gear more fitting to the area, she on the other hand clearly represents the more sophisticated and noble aspects of the Ludus.<br><br>Stopping a foot behind Manius' slightly taller stature, the brief smile worn on indulgent lips and the light lifting of her chin, complete her pompous aura. The subtle eye contact silently accepting his apology for making her wait so long, and now at last, she casts her assessing gaze out to the new slave stock ahead of them. First, to the brief commotion with one of the wilder women with some of the nearby horses. Surely nipped in the bud by a whip, or by the back of a slave tender's hand for moving out of turn? The first demonstration of discipline. Valeria swallows back her anxiety as to why any coin should to spent on any of them as her stern gaze continues to examine each individual with equal length of inspection. To the men, the definition of muscles, and in particular, how well they fill their loincloths. Gauging the assumed size of their manhood as further proof of potential strength and courage in the arena, should they even make it that far. Only one female catches Valeria's more intrigued gaze; one of a younger, fair-haired presentation. The third however, causes her gaze to return to her husband in the manner of glare. What business does he have planned with purchase of such a physically developed, <em>female</em> creature?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 05:33:45</strong>
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				~<strong><em>Ryann, waiting to be judged~</em></strong><br><br>Her vision was filled with the sight of well muscled men, and jade hues gathered it in with hidden delight. Oh indeed, she could very much enjoy the appearance of a well made man. Her nostrils flared at the scent they exuded, and though a shudder of desire ran through her strong yet supple frame, none would know. She had come to a halt along with all the other slaves that had been purchased, and quickly her eyes went to the balcony above... searching. Even as the Doctore snapped his whip with perfect precision, and the already established Gladiators fell in line, her sight was for the balcony alone. Her body was rigid, waiting for the Lanista to gaze upon her, and her alone. She cared not for the others that had made the trip with her..<br><br>The wild woman was but a beast.. nothing of the trained warrior in her. Though Ryann could appreciate some qualities in the Pict woman, there was simply nothing there worth Ryann giving notice too. The smaller flaxen haired girl, Ryann knew very well what that one would be used for. Quiet and well mannered. Obvious house slave. The man, handsome, sleek, she had noticed his eyes sweeping over her. Yet he was of a mind much as she, it seemed. He searched out everything.<br><br>&nbsp;As she stood at attention as the warrior she was born and bred to be, her ears heard the words uttered in her direction. She had been amongst the Romans long enough to pick up enough of the language to get by, and as she heard Ammon speak, her fierce gaze fell swiftly upon his as he spoke, catching the 'kissing' gesture he aimed at her. Oh he was beautiful, dark, big.. wondrous. Yet he held no respect... this must change..<br><br>And of course, as Ammon spoke, others had to join in with the remarks. As each one wafted through the air, her eyes would sweep over each offender. There would be no sign that her body was becoming tighter, coiling like a spring, ready to erupt. A subtle cant of her head would occur, and the sound of the voices taking up the call of Ammon's initial taunt would work into the background, as next to her, a young man chained with her among the slaves that had been purchased, a choked snort would be allowed to escape. It would be this sound she would respond to. It would be this young yet obviously strong man that would pay for Ammon's transgression.<br><br>Slowly her head would lower, ebony curls sweeping to cover her face, hiding the look of fury. The shift of her feet would surely go un-noticed, for it was the barest of movements, her knees bending in the slightest angle. Her fingers were working to grip the chain that ran between her shackles, grip them tight as the taunts rang through the hot air. And without a word, in sheer silence she sprang, her arms lifting to wrap the chain she clutched around the throat of the young slave that had dared to join in the barbs directed towards her. As his throat was confined quickly and harshly in steel, as his chokes became prominent, a foot came out to sweep his out from under him, and as he fell, she was falling atop him swiftly. She would soon be seen amongst the flying dust cloud straddling his chest, her teeth gritted in a fierce, gleeful snarl, her emerald hues gleaming with the fire of the kill, her back arched to thrust out ample globes as her arms flexed under the strain of choking the life out of the offending slave.<br><br>It didn't matter that she would surely be punished for what she was doing. It didn't matter that she might even be killed for it. It only mattered that this one would pay for daring to think she was less then what she really was...<br><br>The warrior daughter of the Ard Ri.
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				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 03:52:50</strong>
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				<strong><strong>~Ludus~</strong><br></strong><br>“Dominus, Domina.”&nbsp; Doctore&nbsp; greeted the couple with a solemn nod as he wrapped the whip about his hand. His eyes wandering over to the wagon that carried the new deal of slaves he began to ponder. Some were potential house slaves, serving the Domina and fulfilling the just duties of the house. One girl in particular stood out. The impression he got from her was that of wild boar straight out the brush. Her whole demeanor read difficulty. Another slave , pale in complexion would most likely serve inside as well. She would have a much better chance at winning the Domina’s favor than the wild one.<br>However his mind was not focused on house slaves, but the newly purchased recruits, by fate might get the chance of being branded into the brotherhood. He remembered the faces of those worth remembering and how great a privilege it is to fight on the sands, branded the mark. Currently he saw few potentials in this very Ludus. Of course the champion had proved promising from the beginning, but just like the sun and the moon rises and falls so do the champions. His own experiences with glory in the arena proved that, but a name could last forever only if lead by the greatness of the voice. He wondered many times which one had the potential to become a god of the arena and which one would only be said in a whisper by common passerby.<br><em>We shall see…</em><br>The most interesting thing was the woman. He had heard of tribes of female warriors that hid in the lush forests in the mountains and plains. He wasn’t sure were the Amazon had rained from, but for the first time Ryann had brought an interest to the ludus. No doubt word of her hand spread across the city. What exactly was a woman among men? She had a lot to prove on these sands and regardless of her stance she had great potential to bring glory or ill humor. Ammon had the swiftest tongue in the ludus, but just like his quick words his movements were also. To be a warrior and be trained into gladiator were challenges he took exception too. It was like breaking down their old habits and building upon them new foundations on which to base there training on. Many had been reckless, but the smarter ones learned quickly.<br>He hoped the coins that purchased theses slaves had been put to good use. His only job was to prepare them, both mentally and physically for battle on the arena and before training started he would make an example, but first the Dominus would decide.<br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><em>~Ludus~</em><br><br>Asine' was drying up in this heat, but she didn't let that bother her. Her satiny tresses began to to stick along the curve of her back as she followed Valeria. Always remembering to keep her mind focused and alert should the Domina call on her, but for some reason her mind began to wander off. She though of the sun and the sky and how blue they were. It must of been good sign for the Romans that their gods would bless them on this day. She took signs in things such as this and as she stood there sweat began to bead her brow as her caramel complexion glowed just a bit.<br><br>Finally word came that the Dominus had summoned his wife to look at the new 'stock' as she would hear some Roman citizens say. In her mind some Romans held such a poor choice of words for things they didn't understand. However she would never speak on it for obvious reasons.&nbsp; She followed quietly the Domina to the training grounds to have a closer look at what coin had purchased. Excitement wasn't the word, more like curiosity as she held tightly onto the flask of water should either the Dominus or Domina require the drink. Asine only ventured down below to retrieve slaves and stock. She was given her own quarter in which she could peacefully sleep and yet close enough to aid the master's of the house should they need it. Her bare feet hit the sands and she delighted in the sensation she got the grainy grounds nestling between her feet. Standing behind Valeria she noticed a few of the men and one extremely tall woman. She was very beautiful and in her country female warriors were not unknown, but here in this city she must have been a wonder.&nbsp; Her eyes wondered over ever fine figure, every sinewy muscle and sculpted flesh. The Lanista knew how to pick his fighters well.&nbsp; So focused on the gladiators she had not been aware that the Doctore had walked up to greet the Dominus and Domina. He too was considered a trusted slave and though a slave he had the respect of the Dominus as well as others if she was safe to think so.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 12:02:40</strong>
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				This was some sort of living nightmare for the young pict, this was worse than anything she could ever have imagined, it was as walking in the dark belly of the vile beast beneath the earth that skulked so deep and spewed poison, the one these metal men and soft skinned women seemed to try to awaken with each step they took. <br><br>These alien lands with these strange people’, with their language that made no sense, all of this along with heat and the discomfort of the way she had bound and gagged brought yet more confusion to Sorcha. It gave to her though cruelly,&nbsp; both anger and fear. She was used to running wild and free, she was used to the hunt and even to a sizable degree battle, or rather skirmishes and ambushes because women defended the settlements the same as the men. If only she had fallen as her babe, and her mate, for her position now … those creatures had not even allowed her kin to be sent to the other world…<br><br>Sorcha kept her eyes closed, however yet again those nostrils flared and her ears twitched as she listened for anyone save the animals drawing to close. For just this moment the small and wiry pictish woman once more took in the scent of the beast beside her. True it was not as the short hardened pony’s she was used to, though it was a noble beast, or would be if they knew how to care for it. The horse nibbled at her now ragged clothing and nuzzeled into her neck. At least one thing here did not offer confusion, at least the animals here still understood.<br><br>Any that drew close to her, any of these monsters were met with a snarl, even though gagged and bound, there was an intimidation about her. After all poke and prod at a wild one for too long and they will break there bonds they will be free… and worse than that they will turn on the oppressor.<br><br><br>Sorcha’s thoughts and snarling was suddenly distracted by the commotion of the tall woman, the one that was from the lands over the sea, she had at least heard tales of these folks and perhaps might have seen one in her time, though could not be sure. This woman was impressive yes and obviously had martial skills, and however impressive a female that fought was certainly not a novelty it was a necessity with her people. Sorcha wondered then if this one would be bound and muzzeled as she had…or was there something else, after all this woman was standing with the men that seemed to be for a certain purpose.<br><br>However at least it had drawn any attentions from her, and thus Sorcha was thankful. For now she would enjoy a brief interlude of peace, hopefully, and it might give her a chance to work on means of returning to her home lands, and to that which was right. During her musings and thoughts and with some difficulty the pict crouched a little as her concerned returned to the horse, the distraction would make it safer to do so. She bumped her head against its leg gently and the horse lifted its hoof, a little painfully, this was certainly no mean feat but still she did try to determine what was causing the lameness. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 21:39:10</strong>
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				The role of a bodyguard for a merchant seemed rather boring to Aulus.&nbsp; The majority of time he would watch Antonious as he completed transactions of various goods leaving him with a staring contest to occupy the time.&nbsp; No matter how much he attempted to study the technique, the life of a merchant was rather complex for him.&nbsp; He was not very good at understanding the values of certain commodities or trinkets of value.&nbsp; All he understood in coin was how to divide a plunder of treasure from pirate vessels and how to spend it on gambling and certain foods and drinks. So long though as he got his coin from Antonious he could stare at the foreign technique as long as it took.&nbsp; Along with that the garments he was given, it revealed his tattoo making it more visible to the patrons in the market districts, and even the nobles asking for personal audience with Antonious’ wares. Combined with the known fact that he sent a group of thieves of running gave both a humble yet intimidated aura about him.<br><br>Perhaps if there was anything he missed about being in the Legion was the constant state of alertness the job required.&nbsp; Every day was never a waste; putting aside the marching and the fighting. At camp he would always find ways to occupy his body and mind.&nbsp; Training through combat, mastering if not perfecting a style of combat that suited his needs, then training in an entirely new style of combat to allow more options.&nbsp; One on one fights with fellow soldiers who would show what they have learned or taught themselves and apply in a way that leaves us with a lesson.&nbsp; As our teachers drilled into our minds during Aulus’ first days as legionnaire, "Quel che non ammazza, ingrassa." Those words building the core of what made Aulus able to survive not just one but two campaigns involving two entirely different enemies.&nbsp; Now though he could only appreciate the strenuous exercise of the trade route leading to the cliffside on approach to a so called….Ludus.<br><br>Having left the outskirts of Western side of Tarraconesis, he along with Antonious broke from the main trade route using a path heading to the southeast. This path was even steeper from the main route which certainly provided Aulus with his first trial of fire.&nbsp; Aside from acting as bodyguard, he was also the mule of this trip.&nbsp; Aulus carried with him a huge sack filled with goods carried in a large satchel held by a large rope.&nbsp; Tied with that a small foldable table acting as a means to display the goods but only added more weight to the burden soldier.&nbsp; Antonious was fortunate to having to carry only himself. Aulus would show no weakness, every step giving him much more drive to go even further as they continued their journey of attrition.&nbsp; &nbsp;The only means to keeping the two men’s brains alive during this journey rested in their discussions.<br><br>“So let me see if I understand you, not only have you never heard or been near a ludus but you have yet to attend the games here in Tarraconesis or any roman province at that?” &nbsp;The tone of Andonious was that of shock and dismay at the thought that a Roman citizen had never attended such places or events.&nbsp; Aw how naive youth can be, like raising a cattle before the branding.&nbsp; Aulus nodded to the old man’s question, completely oblivious to what was eventually to come, “The only game I have ever played were those on my days at sea.&nbsp; My father told me of his times he went to the arena and about gladiators:&nbsp; Men forged in fire, sweat, blood and rage to appease the crowd in an arena built for gods.&nbsp; So I hear at least.”&nbsp; At that time Antonious could really just laugh, not at what Aulus said, but rather a taste of what has yet to come for Aulus.&nbsp; “I’m sure once you get there you will have a much better understanding about gladiators, and pending on how well we do with our sales, may indulge in what the ludus has to offer.”&nbsp; Aulus remained oblivious of his employer’s last remarks, but until then there were more pressing matters like actually getting to the Ludus.<br><br>“I wonder if that messenger faired well getting there in this case.” Aulus referring to the difficult terrain to the Ludus which remained a challenge in overcoming.&nbsp; While the majority of the road was traversable you had to be careful on foot especially when carrying a lot of weight.&nbsp; Some parts of the road were dried to the point where rocks can become loose, and despite both of them wearing proper foot gear, it only took one misstep or one lousy rock to put a knife into Antonious’ appointments.&nbsp; Not only that, but through observation alone the route was littered with several potential&nbsp; ambush spots, and even he knew that he would be lucky to live through it. “I told the boy to wait till we arrived, so either way will run into him soon enough to figure out whether we will be granted an audience or not.”&nbsp; Antonious didn’t seem like a man who took risks given his old age, but sometimes the merchant can surprise you when you least expect it. &nbsp;“Jupiter help us.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 06:20:08</strong>
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				<strong>~ Liliana arriving back at her home after seeing her husband off ~</strong><br><br>As Liliana’s raeda slowly rolled up to her home, she sat upright and on the edge of her bench, impatient to be quit of the confines of the carriage. As soon as the vehicle came to a creaking stop, the horses pawing restlessly at the dirt, she eagerly stepped out and onto the ground, her sandaled feet making quick steps away as the driver scowled bemusedly after her. The lush gardens of her peristyle her destination, Liliana felt a peacefulness descend upon her as she approached her favorite sanctuary. Reaching her oversized, pillowed lectus within her gardens, she gratefully sank down into the cushions, breathing out a long, deep sigh.&nbsp; Removing her sandals and tucking up comfortably on the luxurious couch, she felt her body relax within the calming soft atmosphere of her haven. The lavender, green and tan color pallet of the garden area as well as the copious verdant greenery and colorful blooms all contributed to the serenity of the space. With plenty of shady areas despite the roofless center of the structure, the gentle breezes and soft gurgling of the water fountain further enhanced the welcoming embrace of her special retreat.<br><br>Not in the mood to immediately engage in any household or business responsibilities ~ a not surprising state Liliana often found herself in ~ she let her eyes drift closed as she lounged, her long lashes feathering down darkly onto her cheeks. She began to contemplate her anticipated visit at the Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis, and wondered in what temperament the Domina Valeria had received her missive.&nbsp; <em>Valeria.</em>&nbsp; Her lips softly formed the name and left a faint, poignant smile lingering on their sensual pout. <em>How interesting that a stranger I have yet to meet could evoke such long forgotten...emotions, simply because she holds the same name of a cherished friend from my past,</em> she mused to herself, letting her mind wander slowly through a feast of delicious memories.<br><br>After her marriage to Gnaeus upon passing her sixteenth birthday, her new husband had whisked her away from all she had known - her family, friends and the village she had grown up in.&nbsp; Suddenly the wide-eyed young woman found herself lonely and adrift in a sea of strangers, unknown societal customs and fierce politics in the provincial capital of Corduba. A perceptive and kind man, Gnaeus had noticed his young bride’s wilting spirit and began allowing her to accompany him on some of his business dealings where he thought she might enjoy herself. Her introduction to the illustrious Valeria Caerellia Renate occurred on one such business endeavor meeting.<br><br>The impressionable and unpolished young Liliana fell immediately under the spell of the several years older, beautiful and aristocratic Valeria. With almost nothing in common at first glance, the women slowly uncovered a rich vein of affinity that ran deeply between them. Initially taking on the role of an older, influential sister, Valeria generously tutored Liliana on the ways of being a respectful woman in society; teaching her the finer points of etiquette, cultivating refined manners, and other such social niceties that would enable her to achieve greater acceptance in the more esteemed higher ranks of society that she now found herself in.<br><br>In return, Liliana encouraged and nurtured Valeria’s full unfurling of her latent sensual nature; being a woman of good breeding with all the associated expectations and constraints, Valeria had often suppressed that side of herself in order to conform within and maintain her esteemed position in high society. <em>Aaahh, the pleasurable fruits of their friendship had been so very....enjoyable,</em> Liliana reminisced fondly, a subtly decadent smile now playing across her full lips. Together, over the course of several years, Valeria and Liliana has experienced much of the pleasures their stations in life afforded access to, sharing in countless delights available to young, beautiful, sensual, women of means.<br><br>Alas, after many years living together in Corduba, Gnaeus decided to relocate the two of them permanently back at his palatial estates in the outskirts of Tarraco. Liliana had written to Valeria several times since their tearful parting, but had never received a response. Eventually she had given up, assuming that her friend had forgotten her, their friendship apparently a tragic casualty to the cliche “out of sight, out of mind.”&nbsp; Readjusting her body to a more upright position on the lounge, Liliana spotted her main servant, Aemilia, approaching her with the offering of a glass of water. Smiling appreciatively, Liliana set aside her fond reminiscing of her long lost friend Valeria and brought her mind back to the present, again pondering what kind of woman the Domina Valeria might be.&nbsp; Reaching for the proffered glass and taking a long swallow of the cool liquid, Liliana thought to herself, <em>Well, soon enough I will meet my friend’s namesake and find out for myself what type of woman deigns to take on the role of running a ludus with her husband!</em>&nbsp; Pressing the condensate wetness of the glass against her heated cheek, Liliana tried to imagine what such a woman would look like, but the image of her friend’s face continued to haunt her imagination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 17:47:51</strong>
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				<strong>In the Ludus</strong><br><br>Ammon's eyes wandered back to the woman, noticing her increasing agitation and the anger she felt from his statements. Crossing his arms over his chest, a savage smile overcame his features when she attacked &amp; throttled the slave. Laughing loudly at this turn of events, he looked towards one of his fellow brothers and said quite loudly <strong>"Ah! I like a woman with fight in them, it means their cunt is as tight as a virgin's!"</strong> Licking his lips some at the show, and his eyebrow perked up when the large man had made his presence known and split the two slaves apart. The woman's fury was something to behold, somehow reminding Ammon of his own anger that he constantly dealt with. One thing she'd have to learn however, her gender got her no leeway in regards to treatment from tested gladiators especially not Ammon. Until the Mark was properly earned and the slaves were tested in proper battle? They were all the lowest forms of shit walking the planet. That went for stunningly beautiful women as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>adifferenceinsize</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 22:02:33</strong>
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				<strong>At the Carts</strong><br><br>As the carts rock from the startled beasts pulling them and bucking instinctively from the sounds of the row, the servants pull in. At first, a few look to intercede directly with the fight. However, a quick signal shared up with the Dominus has them hold from rasher action for now. Instead, a few of the men jump in around the scrap with thick sticks, caught by surprise as the mountainous figure beat them to the punch, as it were. After his words, they move in to pull the slaves apart, rather rough in their handling of the matter. Then again, Romans were well aware of the costs of slaves fighting back too hard against their masters (or their paid help), so restraint was not something they felt overly beholden to provide. Even so, the presence of three predatory slaves there made them hold off from any truly egregious abuses, mere prodding their signal to obedience.<br><br><strong>The Ludus, upon the sands.</strong><br><br><br>Heading from the lofty perch in procession, he was somewhat miffed at the debacle unfolding below. However, with a hand signal he called on his servants to calm the fray, and things seemed reasonably under control as he moved to the stairs. Coming out the door, he finally makes his presence more visceral. Sandaled steps carry him right to the domina, an exuberant smile taking over his face as her presence is wont to provide for him. He sweeps in by her and joins in the observation of the new blood against his trained men. As she makes her rounds, Manius is approached by his right-hand man, Numerius Claudius Brocchus, the one who purchased the new slaves in this batch. "Are they not amazing?" the grinning incomer announces loud enough for all to hear.<br><br><br>The lanista's smile fades as he turns his attention to more serious affairs, walking with the other man toward the new slaves. "At the very least, you were able to find bodies with life, as much as they try to deny you that," he quips thoughtfully, moving in toward the doctore and the new slaves.<br><br><br>"Would you have it any other way? They have the fire I have seen of you in the arena... surely you then can appreciate it better than anyone, especially the Celt," the other replies, his grin fading as well, though his face still reeking of pride.<br><br><br>"This is not a house of trained beasts, Numerius. And we are not some show house to feed novelties to the grinder."<br><br><br>"Indeed, Dominus, but you cannot deny their potential."<br><br><br>"Nor the trouble you've likely caused me with my wife over the northern woman. Do you not understand the trouble this is going to cause?"<br><br><br>Nodding with a return of his grin, Numerius retorts, "Dominus, Manius... I have faith in you as you've had faith in me. Surely we can carve some legends out of this lot," patting one of the loin's head pauldrons.<br><br><br>Looking to the domina as she glares back to him, the lanista gives an apologetic smile and shrug made comically exaggerated from the grandiose nature of the shoulder adornments bobbing with it. "You'd better be right... and thanks," he lets out before heading back to his wife to more closely inspect the new stock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 22:10:28</strong>
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				~<strong><em>Ryann, brought back into line..somewhat</em></strong>~<br><br>Tighter, tighter the chains worked around the neck, and yet her vision that was at first red soon enough darkened by a shadow looming over her. The large German man was mumbling in her ear, telling her to calm, and slowly her hate filled eyes would clear, gathering in the sight around her. Several servants surrounding her, the slave who's throat she encased, and the huge man that now seemed to be offering her.. wise words. With a snarl she released her grip on the chains, whipping her body to stand once again in line, seeing that the Dominus had come to view his lot. <br><br>Glares she would deliver all around. A snarl she would give towards Ammon, even as he continued to taunt her. Ah but she had been foolish, allowing his words to effect her so! This was not the way to act if she desired to become free. And it had been the German giant that had made it through her anger filled haze. <br><br>Lifting her hands to smooth raven curls from her face, her eyes captured the fact that Berenagrius' action had cleaved the chains between her shackles in two. A slow blink of almondesque eyes as she slipped a glance to the German, and barely, just barely she would give the man a nod. His words were true, and she needed to remember that. Then her heated gaze would travel once again to Ammon, and lush lips would curl into a coy smile, one holding perhaps promises.. but of what? Once again, her breaths calming, her chin would lift proudly and her back would arch defiantly, showing off quite delightfully round breasts, well muscled arms, and tight abs. Let the Dominus see what he could have in her. She was no beast, she could learn, and she could reign somehow in this world of men. <br><br>If to conform was to earn her freedom, so be it. She would still get to kill...right?
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 09:48:37</strong>
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				<strong>Sorcha liberating some animals.</strong><br><br>Sorcha remained close to the animals it seemed for now she had been completely overlooked. Yes the tall woman had dealt with that and the pictish woman was more than thankful for it, though still she could not understand why she had attacked another one like her self rather than one of the oppressors. The truth was Sorcha did not really care about the worthless carcasses that called them self human, whether they were oppressed or the oppressor…No she had another plan in mind.<br><br>It was the horses and the dogs that this young woman felt for, also the fact they were ‘owned’ meant that their release would hurt these metal men where it hurt… for it seemed coin was more important…and livestock cost many coin, more than humans it seemed. Sorcha had watched carefully since they had bound her so tight.<br><br>So there she was amidst the animals, for now it appeared unseen. The young pict watched a while longer, careful for she did not want to be noticed. They had ignored her gestures to the horses and the dog, so she assumed they would continue to do so. With a half cracked smile then, and more than a little difficulty considering how she was bound and chained Sorcha began to free the horses and the dogs, she began to loose the harnesses, and the collars.<br><br><br>The animals were calm about her for she knew there ways…well they were calm right up to the point she sent them on their way creating chaos amongst the metal men and the soft women and chattel… Sorcha whinnied and barked too at least as much as she was able considering her gag. For this moment the pict took pleasure in the chaos. Punishment meant nothing, and perhaps now they would take more notice of their animals.<br><br>As she knew she could not run, the woman remained as she was and watched the ensuing commotion, occasionally shaking her long hair, and growling at any that came to close.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 20:36:36</strong>
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				Necessity always found a way to interrupt even the most simplest of plans.&nbsp; So a simple a plan did the two travelers have as they tried to overcome the steep road towards the ludus, only to be stalled by wear and exhaustion not just for one (whom certainly earned such a grace) but both bodies.&nbsp; Antonious, unlike his bodyguard thought the best rest would be to relax in the eye of the great sun.&nbsp; Mercury’s ass, its hotter then Pluto’s gates. Aulus was smarter though finding a rock formation which blocked the abusive rays of the sun granting him a small degree of shade and a means to rest his back from the grueling weight of the huge satchel bag and table he had been carrying.&nbsp; Despite such a luxury, Aulus’ eyes remained focused on the dry earth, watching small gusts of wind bringing the dust to life creating illusion of movement from unknown sources to cloud his mind.&nbsp; More then that, it put him in a hypnosis recalling memories he had hope to put away.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>The sand…….my….shield…..</em><br><strong><br>Tigranocerta, Kingdom of Armenia, Third Mithridatic War</strong><br><br><em>“My shield, I swear, my shield just so I can see what is in front of me.”&nbsp; Aulus bellowed and complained along with his fellow men as they tried to keep rank amidst this sandstorm.&nbsp; Aulus though still a hastati, had already experienced one if not nearly two years of combat.&nbsp; He had helped with Consul Lucius Licinius Lucullus claim the Armenian capital only to give it back from the consul’s lack of controlling his men.&nbsp; Confusion, rumors, desertion, even mutiny: all factors that only harmed the consul’s reputation which would receive the final insult by being replaced.&nbsp; Fortunately, from Aulus point of view, this new consul: Pompey the Great, whom in fact enlisted him into the world's greatest military academy, would prove to be more capable.&nbsp; With Pompey in command the army was able to restore its numbers, pride, and discipline.<br><br>Now with the army organized, Pompey moved to retake what was stolen during the transition of obtaining command of the army.&nbsp; Aulus now would have the opportunity to fight in the same province he fought when Lucius had commanded the army.&nbsp; Now he along with his Contubernium (8 manned tent unit) were now lost in sea of sand that danced in the air thanks due largely to the fierce winds.&nbsp; The men were now totally blind and cut off from reaching their Centuria (80 man unit lead by a Centurion).&nbsp; “You will hold your position! You will not give the enemy a single inch.”&nbsp; Aulus turned his head to hear his Decanus (sergeant) order them to hold position.&nbsp; Grabbing his shield he formed a single line formation the remaining 7 soldiers, the Decanus remaining behind the shield of walls and swords.&nbsp; “Keep your eyes open men, were not out of the storm just yet.&nbsp; Have your pilums ready.”&nbsp; The sergeant’s words were steady and true like a man whom earned this rank.&nbsp; Unfortunately, his demise would come the moment he lifted his head up to peak at what could be out there.&nbsp; An arrow would land perfectly hitting the Decanus in the left eye.&nbsp; The lifeless body dropped like a sack of potatoes landing behind Aulus.&nbsp; So young he was at that time seeing a dead body so close to him that his body twitched in fear as he vomited behind his shield.<br><br>Strange thing with death, it has a way of accelerating the moment of attack leaving one almost motionless almost unprepared for the next attack.&nbsp; The enemy came at them in superior numbers.&nbsp; Their armor glimmered from the sun showing off splint mail armored soldiers carrying swords, spears, whatever they could use to kill Romans.&nbsp; Aulus and his leaderless men had little choice but to fight back, using shield to knock attackers and deflect attacks, sword pierced armor and flesh leaving the deceased to wither in the sand.&nbsp; Aulus though young and inexperienced still showed to be a promising fighter as he bashed and slashed at his enemies, giving more souls to the afterlife or wherever these heathens went to.&nbsp; His eyes however showed the greatest sign of his fear and weakness, for his eyes were fully awake, stinging form the spray of blood.&nbsp; It left him with a horrible vision of sand red as a sea of blood as he watched foe and ally drop to the ground robbed of all life.&nbsp; For every enemy that one of men took down, two more would replace him only to capture and slay his comrade in arms.&nbsp; Even Aulus could not keep count as moments later he would be knocked to ground lost of his shield, carrying only his gladius in hand.&nbsp; <br><br>Lying on the ground he saw the horror of war as his men struggled to survive the onslaught but only to be met with a blade at their throats.&nbsp; For better or worse, this aroused anger /hunger inside Aulus feeding him a profound storage of energy, as if Mars himself had aroused his emotions.&nbsp; <br>With no shield in hand Aulus could only grab another gladius from one of his fallen friends.&nbsp; His mind became totally quite as he entered a frenzy of combat.&nbsp; The remainder of the enemy could only respond in kind but with a much worse fate.&nbsp; By the time the sandstorm have cleared the remainder forces belonging to the Armenian Empire had fled, unable to muster the courage once more, leaving the Roman field army able to prepare a seige campaign against the Armenian capital.&nbsp; Pompey, surrounded by his Praetors was the first to find the young soldier.&nbsp; “By Jupiter, what happened here?”&nbsp; Pompey’s eyes stared at a bloodbath.&nbsp; In a land surrounded by yellow sand, one will remember a single batch of sand that would forever be soaked in red.&nbsp; Bodies covered the soaked ground, littered with mostly enemy then ally, but only one body remained standing.&nbsp; His face, arms, armor, all about him remained soaked in the blood as he remained locked in a gaze with the bodies as he held the battle standard against his shoulder taken from the deceased Imaginifer (standard bearer).<br><br>Pompey had a reputation of men following his exact nature.&nbsp; When he dismounted the rest of his officers would do the same.&nbsp; When he slowly approached the young Histati they would do the same but would keep a respectable business.&nbsp; A couple in fact had been foolish to crack their blades from their scabbards paranoid that the young Munifex (basic legion fighter) could be rebellious if not flushed with Mars' fury.&nbsp; Pompey turned to his men with disgust in his facial expression at the mere presumption that Aulus was a lost soul.&nbsp; The Praetors could only respond with releasing themselves from their weapons and bowing their heads low in shame. “Aulus Livius, surrender your blades.”&nbsp; Pompey commanded. Aulus dropped his gaze to bring his eyes towards Pompey as if trying to remember who he was.&nbsp; Already his blades were so fiercely gripped in his hands that even his flesh had broken causing a small trail of blood that started from the butt of his blades.</em>&nbsp; "Aulus?……" <em>His mind finding stability was able to comprehend his words forcing him to drop the blades to the blood soaked, body littered ground.</em> "Aulus?…… "<em> Pompey stripped himself of his battle robe to cover the young men as he helped him up from the ground slowly moving him away from where the battle was proceeding.</em><br><br>“Aulus”<br><br>Aulus finally woke up from his flashback, while from outside view it seemed he was gazing at the ground much like how he did back in Armenia.&nbsp; “Come my boy, these goods won’t get there just by almost getting there.”&nbsp; Antonious, despite his old age and wear, remained in bright spirits as he continued the straining path.&nbsp; Perhaps this memory served as a reminder to Aulus that no matter what, he could not escape his past experiences and will not be able to escape the experiences that are to come, good or bad.&nbsp; Aulus could only respond with a small grunt as he got up along with the extra weight he carried, proceeding all the more closer to the Ludus.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 17:13:39</strong>
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				<strong>~ Liliana on the grounds of her home ~</strong> <br><br>The piercing cry of a falcon on hunt in the skies broke through Liliana’s sentimental reverie of her fondly missed friend. As she uncurled from her lounging position on the lectus, Aemilia immediately appeared beside her to receive the water glass. Lightly placing her bare toes on the ground, Liliana arched and stretched her back as Aemilia fastened her soft golden sandals back on her slender feet. Gathering the diaphanous billows of pale green fabric around her as she rose from the cushions, Liliana leisurely strolled out of her peristyle gardens and toward the falconer’s enclosure.<br><br>Liliana had always had an affinity for animals, and was particularly intrigued with the restless, wild hearts of untamed beasts. As a child on her father’s farm, she had enjoyed the comforting and entertaining companionship of the varied domesticated animals that shared their home and land. But the animals of the wild...those creatures who roamed free and unbowed to man’s taming hand...those were the animals that truly spoke to her heart.&nbsp; <br><br>Upon return from one of his many visits to Asia, Gnaeus had brought a fascinating novelty back with him. Having been introduced to a sport previously unknown to him, Gnaeus had been appreciative of the intricate art of falconry, and knowing of his wife’s tender affection for wild creatures, had made offers to his already wealthy host that could not be refused. His host had grudgingly parted with several of his prized birds of prey, and one of his esteemed falconers. Back at home, Gnaeus had spared no expense to nurture and show off his newly acquired investment.<br><br>As he had anticipated, Liliana had been immediately enamored of the beautiful yet deadly aerial predators, and more than enthralled by the relationship between the birds and the falconer. The devotion of the falconer to the birds in his care was clear; but Liliana was extremely intrigued by the compulsion that had the unrestrained bird flying free to soar in the skies and hunt, but instead of killing and eating it’s prey and remaining at liberty, the majestic bird would unfailingly bring it’s hard-earned prize back to the human, voluntarily returning to captivity. Witnessing that inexplicable relationship bond always left her breathless, her heart beating rapidly in excitement.&nbsp; To dominate a creature by force, by breaking it down either physically, mentally or emotionally - that was a relationship that held little interest to Liliana, other than an occasional lurid fascination perhaps. But to have a wild creature grow to love and trust you, for there to be no physical collar or chains to enslave it to you other than its true, fervent desire to strive with all it’s being to please you - the headiness of that kind of power was beyond intoxicating for Liliana.<br><br>Liliana brought this aspect of her personality into the relationships she held with her slaves as well. None of the slaves in her household were captured against their will; all of them had either voluntarily submitted themselves to service or their families had, the opportunity to serve a vital pathway to a better life for the lowly of birth or those of adverse fortune. Liliana treated all her slaves as loyal servants and not soulless chattel like many other slave owners were wont to do. To most, slaves were less than human, existing only to serve the needs and whims of their masters. No mistake - Liliana absolutely believed in the hierarchy of society - there had always been masters and slaves, predators and prey, and there always would be. The balance was a necessary dance that moved life in a smooth rhythm, and both partners in the dance had vital roles to play; one without the other would cease to have meaning. Thus, to keep life in balance, the prey requires the predator just as much as the predator requires the prey, and the slave needs the master just as the master needs the slave. The delicate balance of the natural order of things.<br><br>Just as Liliana approached the patiently waiting falconer, the magnificent aerial hunter screamed yet again, its chilling wail the only warning of the impending death from above for some unlucky creature. Watching the graceful, beautiful animal in flight, Liliana’s hand trembled slightly as she held it over her eyes to shade them from the bright sunlight. Licking her parted lips, her pulse raced as the hawk folded its wings tightly against its body and dove at breakneck speed to strike down an unfortunate bird in mid air.&nbsp; A sharp intake of breath and quick dilation of her pupils as Liliana responded to the common and yet extraordinary act of violence and graceful, deadly skill of the bird. <em>Such a beautiful, wondrous creature</em> she marveled, not for the first time envying the mysterious falconer’s close relationship with the magnificent creature.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 17:54:11</strong>
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				Lupis Dae donned his silver help, the solid metal face, save the two eyes, gave the roman priest an etheral and unnerving appearance, that was just as the high priest thought he should be.<br>He decended into the slavepens in full regalia, leaving the senator's wife aching for more, and her husband to discover her infidility. He did not like the institution, it made the Patrician class soft, which made Rome soft, but for the moment, it was the way things ran.<br>He needed some new fighters for the next game anyway, he was planning on holding a tourniment in the name of Vestia, and it would have been bad form to not have his own entry.<br>He strode among the cells looking at the various people to purchase. "Guard" he looked to a nearby man in armor with a trunchen. "throw four more fighters out upon the sands. I want to see which ones have promise."<br>"this one"<br>"this one"<br>"and I don't know... pick another two... suprise me"<br>with that he handed the guard a couple of gold coins and acended to watch the show turning it into a free for all, in truth he was hoping to also buy that woman that had caught his eye. not only could he have her fight in the arena and then give her her freedom, but in the meantime she would make a magnificent bedmate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 08:28:08</strong>
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				<strong>Bastians travels with his excess baggage</strong><br><br>Oh how Bastian Grandis Fascinum hated her, that pig, that whale, sitting opposite him eating and drinking continuously. How did Matriana do it and where did it go. He would say she had hollow legs but they were so think and chunky that they were more expanding than hollow. With each season she just seemed to grow that little bit bigger. She was not always like that, she was ugly, yes, from the first day he met her. The youngest daughter of a wealth father. Was it really the money that excited him so? Well it was not what lay beneath her undergarment that was obvious. Why did she insist on coming with him this time? She hated travelling. The dirt, the sweat and the lack of sustenance, she would say. He even had to use the larger of the three carriages to accommodate her and her supplies. May goodness didn’t she smell. He could swear he did not pack any cheese for the trip but for some reason whenever she was around that smell seemed to follow her. He tried to turn away but every time he did that would give her cause to rant at him about what a failure he was. A failure he thought, I was a Primus Pilus, in which I was the commanding centurion of the first cohort and the senior centurion of an entire Legion in my day he would respond. Her response would always be something about how many Legit’s did he have to have sucked to rise to that station. She always had the last words. White noise he called it. Failure indeed. He scoffed to himself at her ignorance. He was now retired, married to her and part of the equestrian social class, dreaming of the Senate someday. He smiled at that thought maybe he would not need her anymore. Well he would not need her for her money in any case. <br><br>So there he sat being tossed around the carriage all 5’5’’ of him in his white robe. Even though he complained about his wife, to himself, he was no looker himself. His muscles were showing a little atrophy. His ears seem too large for the size of his head. His large nose has been broken and never reset properly. Even though he had been dealt such a bad hand, he always seemed happy for a man, considering he has with limited looks and a wife who was the size of a house. The reason for his happiness may have had something to do with the young 20 something currently pleasuring Bastian from under his undergarments. <br><br>He had always had a weakness for young men and Amplus was no exception. Knelling before him naked as the day he was born moving his head up and down as though he was listening to his heart beat and trying to keep pace. As long as he kept this up, Bastian saw no reason to relieve Amplus of his duties. The young man’s lightly tanned soft skin glistened from the occasional stream of light that would leak into the carriage. He had been working on Bastian for some time now and was showing no sign of fatigue. Amplus was of course more than just a sex slave to his master; he was also a formidable retiarii or net-fighter. That was why they were headed to the Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis. <br><br>He would need to seek out the Dominus, Manius Sertorius Africanus and the Domina; Valeria Caerellia Renate whom he believed would be of some assistance in training the boy further in the art of the Gladiator. He would pay them handsomely and request that he stay at the house during the months of intensive training. He hoped they would agree as this was not the first time he had ask for such a request. He had been to numerous house’s before and been turned away. Perhaps the increased monetary incentive would persuade them to accept, he considered. That brought him back to thoughts of his wife. She had said that she was with him on this journey for one reason only. A reason she would enlighten him on as they began there arrival at the gates of the Ludus. With just a few miles remaining the secret would soon be revealed. <br><br>Once Amplus had finished, he sat next to Bastian as instructed. Bastian began to caress his slave whilst still deep in taught. The young man soon rose to attention which pleased Bastian a great deal. This continued until they were almost upon the gate at which point Bastian instructed Amplus to put on his loin cloth as they would soon be arriving and it was important to create the right impression. As usual however, Amplus would find it difficult to do so as he was still quite excited for his master's attentions. As the seconds ticked by, before their impending arrival, Amplus would become more and more agitated as he tried to fix his loin cloth to his very obviously unready groin area. Just in the nick of time, however he was to be found sitting quietly, fully dressed next to his amused master. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 13:15:42</strong>
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				<strong>Matriana nagging her husband.</strong><br><br><em> was told I could post for the wife, also Cadavar is more than ecstatic of the constant dressing down</em><br><br>The depraved and rather rotund female sat still stuffing her face with all sorts of treats, sweetmeats and whatever else she had decided to pack for the journey. How she hated these silly little backwater places where everyone thought they were something special, small fish in a small pond was all she thought about them. Oh how she hated travelling, and frankly oh how the horses hated when she was travelling. Her undulating sea of flesh rippled with each pot hole in the road, as the horses sweated with the extra weight of not only her but everything she brought, after all these barbarians just would not be able to cater to her needs.<br><br>“Seriously its far too hot….and flies…why you insisted I came with you…and oh do you have to...” The poor slave boy was almost caught off his rhythm as she prodded his backside with her foot. “I mean I am sure….all your friends ….but some decorum and respect please. Perhaps I will find a nice little slave girl…” She knew he wasn’t listening he never did even when they were first married, but well at least she got married and after all the money was more than compensation for this inadequate fool, still she was her fathers favourite, and he always listened. The truth was she was his only legitimate child…so he was rather forced to.<br><br>“We…yes another slave boy or two, some new friends for you and him… a lovely table decoration…” She lifted a humongous cheek and got rid of some excess wind that had been gathering in her gut, this did not put her off the constant string of unpleasant words and derisions that spilled from her mouth about her husband. As it was she never liked him, and had always been aware of her husbands preferences. Yet it made little difference, he played his part and the two were more than renowned in certain circles for the wonderful way they were able to entertain guests. The other thing that he large woman was also well known for was her ability to berate her husband and eat copious amounts at the same time.<br><br>“I do hope he swallowed…we don’t want you embarrass yourself with stains…not just you me too I mean what would they think…even if they are so provincial…word gets spread even from the back of beyond…and really ….you need to see a physician…every time its shorter… ” thus she continued on an on and on.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 16:57:59</strong>
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				Ammon cocked up an eyebrow when the large one dared to step out in front of him, merely sizing him up before scoffing a tthe idea of this man having the audacity to try to confront him. Looking down at the man's feet and spitting at it and simply saying <strong>"You're less than nothing here, I give not a shit about your thoughts."</strong> Crossing his arms over his chest, and looking the man dead in the eyes before he turned to walk away. This one, he'd have fun killing in the near future. However his gaze looked back towards the woman and a small smile crept over his features as his thoughts turned to another matter entirely. Ammon was a lustful sort, and so if you threw an attractive enough woman in front of him? He'd be prone to trying to partake in another one of his favored activities. The large one would die soon enough, that much Ammon needed not worry about.
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				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 23:38:53</strong>
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				<strong>~ Guard Captain Burrus, re-enforcing some order at the Ludus Training Grounds ~</strong><br><br>The two guards assigned to stand at the end of either side of the slave line, probably should have done something about the tall warrior woman. But to be honest, they found it far more entertaining to cross their arms and watch as she boldly tried to strangle one of the other slaves. Laughs were barked in a demeaning manner as they presumed the female wasn't actually strong enough, nor had the balls, to actually kill the man. More fool them. <br><br>Meanwhile, Guard Captain Burrus had an eagle's eye on the situation. One hand hovering over the hilt of his still sheathed blade, while his sapphire eyes narrowed at the scene that unfolded. This would not do, but he would not act, not yet. For one, this was the Doctore's arena. Secondly, it was all part of the slave assessment to observe rather than directly act, and so he dutifully awaited the Lanista's signal before jumping into the fray. At last, a silently raised hand was given. One guard immediately tugged on the chain that connected the wrists of each slave together.<br><br>“Back in line!” He harshly barks, trying to force the gathered slaves back into their ordered positions.&nbsp; The other briskly moved behind the slaves, stopping behind Ryann to let the dull, flat side of his sword sheath whack against her left butt cheek. <br><br>“That's enough out of you, wench!” Had it been a male, the punishment would've been different, but already she was getting special treatment. From the guards, at least, though the strike was not absent brute force. Hovering behind her, he leered at the satisfactory red mark left in his wake. Any further movement from her would result in a second strike.<br><br>The first guard now moved to Berenagrius, seeing the giant of a man approaching towards the Doctore as a threat. He had not been called to move, and he had not been spoken to, therefore he had no right to target words at his superior. With a nod from a strict Burrus, who was yet to move from his protective position near the Domina, the lesser guard interrupted Berenagrius' speech. The man had already said far too much to the point of insulting the Doctore's position. Nothing was missed, and nothing would go unpunished. Yet the poor guard was a litle awestricken by this slave's sheer height. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he more timidly struck out with the flat side of his sheathed blade, against the slave's calf muscles. It was more of a tap to gain attention.<br><br>“You would speak when asked and not before, dog!” He tapped again for good measure, then pointed with sheathed blade towards the slave line.<br><br>Burrus meanwhile, shook his head lightly as he observed. Suffice to say, he was sharing the Domina's unspoken opinion. This rabble wasn't worth decent coin. Yet his attention was caught a little too late by the strange, pictish woman. Amongst all the chaos, she had somehow managed to avoid attention. Now she had gained it, but it was too late. “Jupiter's cock,” he cursed hoarsely under his breath. The freed animals was just, embarrassing. At once, chains were pulled again to keep the slaves in line, while two other guards together with various slaves, sought to remedy the situation as quickly as possible. There wasn't really anywhere the animals could run to, what with the main gates sealed shut, unless they sought to jump over the cliff face. While the guards caught hold of reigns and cruelly beat down the barking dogs to submission once more, the deeply baritone voice of Burrus rung out amongst the noise.<br><br>“Enough!” With a sharp slice of metal against leather and wood sheath, Burrus drew his sword as he stormed towards the pict woman in long strides. Despite her unsettling whinnies and barks and snarls, he made it his duty to grab hold of her long hair with his free hand, and pull her to submission. He didn't care if she fell to her feet; he would drag her upon the sands if need be. She could struggle all she liked, but he would see to it that she was brought back to her place. If these slaves wished to act like uncultured and wild animals, then he would treat them as so. Starting with this pict. Bringing the woman back to the other slaves, he finally flung her free with the release of her hair. Standing rigidly straight in his polished, bronze armour, he rose his sword to point the tip at the row of slaves.<br><br>“Cocks and Cunts! You <em>will</em> remember your position.” He hoped his drawn, highly polished silver, catching the light of the midday sun, would be enough to demand his authority over them. A stern gaze examined each and every one of the slaves in line. “You will show silence! You will show <em>respect</em>! And you <em>will</em> show order! You will submit yourselves to inspection." He paused in his barking to point his blade tip to each of them in turn, his voice darkening with the duller, quieter quality, full of threat. "'less you seek the sting of this blade between your breast.”<br><br>He was of course, calling their bluff. Burrus would never strike down a slave to the death, but he did see the need to instil a little fear. Perhaps now the Dominus and Domina could finally step closer to inspect the stock without any further distractions. Stepping back, hesitating to sheath the sword just yet, he cast a glance towards his superiors.<br><br>"Dominus." A cant of his head declared he was ready to step back and permit the master of the villa space. If anything, the stint of freeing animals and fighting amongst themselves, had perhaps only shown these new slaves the camaraderie of the Ludus occupants. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 05:04:58</strong>
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				~<strong>Manius, on the sands, inspecting his purchases</strong>~<br><br>“<strong>ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!”</strong><br><br>The roar that was let loose through the training are indeed held testament as to why Manius perhaps wore the heads of lions upon his ceremonial garb. It was almost as if a lion had been let loose within the small arena. <br><br>Steady steps would take the Lanista from the shadows of the of the archway into the bright sun blazing down upon himself and his newly purchased slaves. A look would be given over his shoulder to his wife, lofting a brow at her. “ Perhaps you should deal with our guests at the gate my love. I would not want your beauty marred by the uncouth actions or words that might occur from the new meat... yet you may follow if it is your want..” Manius had to offer the Domina a cocked grin as his eye traveled over what was his. He knew how his wife was, yet he still desired to see her safe. He still desired her. <br><br>&nbsp;His attention was soon drawn back to the now slowly calming bustle of the grounds. Animals were being collared and reigned back in. The slaves were being yanked back into line where they belonged. Manius gave a look to Captain Burrus, and a nod. The man would be rewarded for his quick actions. Perhaps a whore for the night..and wine. Moving towards the slaves, his hands would be clasped behind his back, eyes traveling again over his prizes, checking out the meat at a more closer angle now.<br><br>The first he noted was Sorcha, the muzzle upon her face bring a scowl forth. A nod in her direction as he spoke, knowing he need not direct his words to any one person. His word was law here. “ Take the wild woman to Autolycus, and have him remove that gag. Rope her if need be. His calm ways might be enough to calm her. If she doesn't respond, kill her. Waste of my coin if she can't be used for anything.” The next in line was the small quiet girl, cowering amongst the line of wildness. “ Send her to the doctor as well, then have the Domina look her over. The house will be a good place for her.” <br><br>Next he would look upon Cingetorix and Berenagrius. He could feel the glare of his loyal Gladiators behind him, heat on the back of his skull, aimed at the new meat he dared bring in. A calloused hand would be held out towards the German to accept the papers meant for him, eyeing the monster of a man with a blank look. “ You are now my property. What you knew is no longer what you know. You will give up your shield and your clothing, and start in this Ludus at the bottom of the ranks like all the others. You hold no power here. You hold no rank. You will not do the job of the Doctore. You will fight your way into the Brotherhood as any other slave does here. No special treatment.” A&nbsp; look would also be afforded to Cingetorix, looking the muscled man over quickly, and nodding. “ You as well will join the ranks. Fight well for this Ludus, fight well for me, and gain your freedom, either in truth, or in the glory of death.”<br><br>Finally he would come to Ryann, and stop in front of her. He would simply stare at her for many long moments, fingers clasped tight in a fist, jaw working as her ground his teeth while he thought.“ And you...woman. You fight, and with skill. I see it in your eyes. Yet this place is a place of men....” More silence as his cool, even gaze traveled over her near naked form, finally settling upon her hot angry gaze once again. “ Maybe you...will bring me a name. You will train as a Gladiatrix. You will train hard, or you will die. You will earn your mark here as any other. You will show me the skills in fighting you do have, and I will decide who to pit you with, or perhaps even pair with. In the end, as the others, you will fight and die, or fight and gain freedom. Your choice.”<br><br>With that he would turn on a sharp heel and stalk off the grounds to join his wife in welcoming their newly arrived guests.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 08:24:05</strong>
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				<strong>Bastian's arrival </strong> <br><br>The first carefully chosen words from Bastian’s mouth were considered and to the point. “It appears that we have stopped. Perhaps we have finally arrived at the destination.” To confirm, he glanced out of the carriage and indeed to his relief they had arrived at the gates that had been described earlier, when directions to Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis were requested. Finally the incessant chattering from his wife would stop. Finally he could excuse himself from her presence once inside this place.&nbsp; He was of course practiced in the art of only hearing white noise when she spoke, but sometimes the knife, that was her voice, would pierce the skin. Poison just seemed to pour from every orifice when she was in his locality. How dare she comment on his cock and suggest it was shrinking. <em>Even if it was, it would be of ample size to choke her should it accidentally find its way into her month</em>, he taught. Just the taught of that made it curve up as if to hide from such a possible situation. Just the taught of killing her made him hard. Watching her turn deep blue to purple like a colossal blue whale excited him. She had all but out lived her usefulness. Once he was on the senate he was sure that an accident would befall her. He had it all planed. It was just a matter of time. <br><br>The planning, for now, had to wait. It was time for pleasantries. “Amplus” he instructed “Open the door for me as I wish to walk to last few feet to the gates. You must, of course, accompany me as I desire this.” Amplus did as instructed and within moments they were alone in front of the carriage. Bastian could not help but notice that they were making ground from the carriage. Even though extra horse had been put on, for his wife, the carriage struggled to even achieve walking pace. This amused Bastian considerably. He found that when such faults, with his wife, were exposed they were worth that little squeeze of every possible second. He was not a nasty man, he just needed that realise as most of the occasions, where he would have to spend time with her, were almost unbearable due to her behaviour towards him.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 09:50:20</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus takes Ciara and Sorcha to his workroom</em></div><hr><br>Autolycus stood under the arcade that made up one side of the training area. He'd followed the arrival of the slaves with some interest. After all, these were to be his new patients. The new gladiators would doubtless make their way to his workroom at some point and the slaves, well... Accidents and illness had a way of happening. There was always plenty of work for the medicus at the Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis. <br><br>He was a bit surprised at the sheer amount of slaves arriving and even more by the quality of some of the new gladiators. Fit and muscular-looking, they must've been well-trained, well-fed by their previous masters. These were <em>expensive</em> slaves, the woman gladiator in particular for she was beautiful as well as strong. Autolycus wondered, not for the first time, just how deep his masters pockets were and just how ambitious his plans for the Ludus.<br><br>There were others... Meat for the grinder most of them. One very neat, clean-looking slave that would probably serve in the villa. And finally a feral-looking woman who seemed intent on causing trouble. There was something intriguing about that one and the way she handled the horses but Autolycus' interest went mainly to the pale colour of her skin and the markings on it, scars and ritualistic-looking spirals. An interesting specimen, from the far North he guessed and there were not many of those in the empire. He should very much like to examine that one more closely and so he was pleased when the Dominus assigned her to him.<br><br>Stepping out from under the shaded arcade the man, who looked like a servant in his sandals and plain grey tunic - a Greek one to judge by his beard and hairstyle, approached the slaves. "Yes, take her to my workroom," he said to the guards holding Sorcha. "Miss," he spoke to Chiara in a soft, polite voice that only made him appear more like a servant, "This way please."<br><br>He led the young slave and the guards holding the Pictish woman through a short corridor and then into the low, shaded room that was his workspace. Two high-set windows illuminated an operating table, several beds and a table that held vials, a mortar and pestle, bundles of dried herbs and an unpleasant-looking assortment of surgical tools. A small fire burned in the heart despite the heat. The place looked clean, orderly right down to the recently swept stone floor, covered in clean rushes to soak up any fluids that might get spilled. Despite the apparent cleanness it smelled of old blood and death, but also of smoke, herbs and fragrant oils - mostly it smelled like home to Autolycus.<br><br>He gestured to the far corner, shackles were attached to the wall to hold his more troublesome patients. "Kindly secure the woman, then you can go," he said to the guards, then stepped into one of the two small side-rooms and returned with a small amphora and several plain earthenware cups. <br><br>"You must be thirsty," he said to the red-haired slave girl.
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 22:53:31</strong>
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				If Aulus was granted any sense of wonder when it came to things foreign to him, it would have to be infrastructure.&nbsp; During his days in the Pontus campaign every new province provided a unique and completely different infrastructure different from that of Rome’s much older provinces.&nbsp; Now, even after returning to Roman lands he found himself captivated if not hypnotized by this new estate that he would enter along with his guardian Antonious.&nbsp; The cost of coming to this foreign gem was that of a grueling expedition to get there and hours of negotiations to be allowed even to the estate.&nbsp; Even Aulus could account for the hundreds if not thousands of steps it took to finally reach their destination, slowed down by rough terrain, frequent rests, and the occasional memories/nightmares.&nbsp; <br><br>Even when reaching the gate, the expedition would be halted by a stubborn guard who would not allow them entrance.&nbsp; Antonious could not believe the ill treatment he had received even to go as far as threatening the guard that he had an appointment with the Domina to display his private wares to her personally.&nbsp; This did hit a mark though in the guard making him nervous in the possibility that he may have been telling the truth.&nbsp; If he surely did have an appointment with them it wouldn’t be under his knowledge.&nbsp; The nervousness would come to a close though when a new comer would arrive at the estate as well.&nbsp; Ensuring that more enough room was provided the two men moved to the side of the road to allow access for the carriage which would stop directly at the gates.&nbsp; Immediately after the door to the carriage would swing open allowing two bodies both male (Bastian Grandis Fascinum, and Amplus) to escape the close confines of the carriage to be allowed access into the Ludus. <br><br>This did not sit exactly well with Antonious since the newcomers would not be hassled as he was to gain entrance.&nbsp; The gods though would give him a break soon afterwards as the guard now having allowed two already into the Ludus, would allow the remaining two to enter as well, but kept on a tight leash since the Domina had not been zealous in reminding him of Antonious’ arrival.&nbsp; &nbsp; Once Aulus had stepped beyond the gate, the guard took note of his mark on his neck nodding to him apologize for his rudeness, but could not display it publicly.&nbsp; Aulus understood the young guard well.&nbsp; With both of them now inside the Ludus, they were now focused on two completely different goals.&nbsp; Antonious having been already knew everything about this estate, and was only focused on making profit.&nbsp; Antonious seeing Aulus’ sudden distraction to the estate saw this as an opportunity for the young soldier to understand gladiators and the games.&nbsp; Perhaps he could even see a possible business proposal in leaving Aulus in the hands of the masters of this estate, to use him at whatever……position they saw fit.<br><br>Antonious was kind enough to remind Aulus to first set up the portable kiosk for him to begin selling his wares.&nbsp; Aulus was a quick to respond, for all the distractions he still had a job to do.&nbsp; He must have had some skills in engineering since it only took a couple minutes before a table was set up with a display of various medicinal herbs, jewelry, home necessities, anything a married couple or a business order could need.&nbsp; With Antonious’ shop set up, Aulus now could return to his inspection of the Ludus.&nbsp; The young soldier’s life, primarily in his youth was focused in the slums.&nbsp; He had to learn everything based on his surroundings.&nbsp; This included finding places to hide, the more childish games, daily household chores, and duties to help both his father and mother live theirs lives without having to submit to poverty.&nbsp; Now he would be in an entirely different realm of wonder that he will have to learn to adapt if not dance in its shadows.<br><br>Perhaps the first thing the capture his attention was the men….these supposed gladiators: men whom had no history, only the fame that they carved into their steel and skin.&nbsp; He had seen many barbarians that one could say carried very similar resemblances, save for perhaps the clean look to their faces and hair.&nbsp; The bodies of these men were different from his, bulging with strength and vigor.&nbsp; Perhaps it also carried an intimidation factor that a normal citizen would be scared if not intoxicated by such godly figures.&nbsp; Kneeling down to the sand ground he scooped into one of his fists a handful of the rich sand of what seemed to be the training grounds.&nbsp; He brought the sand to his nose taking in a strong inhale of the scented earth.&nbsp; The smell of blood, sweat, vomit, even pissed smothered the sand purifying the history behind this Ludus: a place where people train to fight and bleed everyday to make themselves stronger.&nbsp; One other note was that even with all these male slaves there was also a few female slaves as well which handled the more…..logistics of this Ludus.<br><br>Aulus held no remorse or pity for slaves.&nbsp; In truth he never even met one really.&nbsp; Of course even in his youth he had seen many whom had such servants.&nbsp; In fact even his mother (without his knowledge) was originally a Greek servant/prostitute.&nbsp; Slaves, at least from his point of view were no different then soldiers captured in the field:&nbsp; they had no freedoms, and their fate was determined by the mind and mercy of their betters: Aulus’ officers.&nbsp; Normally he would see many of these soldiers be sent for auctions, executed, or taken as spoils of war.&nbsp; Despite multiple encouragements, Aulus remained without any human property.&nbsp; He always carried a hidden belief that a man is not determined by his origin or beliefs, but of his values and actions, but because of the ideals he fights for he had to keep it as a personal thought.&nbsp; The reason behind this was shown when a fellow soldier in his unit did not stay silent, and was later flogged and executed for invoking heretical beliefs.&nbsp; Now as a discharged soldier he still carried this heavy secret, wondering now if what he believed in would be true as he watched these slaves and gladiators continue their lives.&nbsp; Aulus on the other hand would continue to observe and study the estate, keeping a close watch for any who would approach him in case he was overstepping his observation or distracting those who were here.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 22:57:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad and the exchange</strong></div><br>The arid heat intense on the skin available to the onslaught. Her mahogany locks matted with the filth accrued on her exhausting journey from her home, a now fading memory of Wales. The lush green mountains such a contrast to the tan and browned roads and houses in the land of the blazing sun. Cariad tried desperately to stretch out her muscles but the shackles limited the effectiveness of the stretch. Shaking her head, Cariad looked up to where the cart she had been tied to had stopped. Her hazel eyes squinting in the searing heat and bright white rays of the sun, as she looked upon the villa before her.<br><br>"<em>Beth yw hwn? Lle y uffern ydw i? Rhowch wybod i mi, rwyf wedi marw mewn gwirionedd ac wedi mynd i'r duwiau!</em>" Instantly, she felt the leather tearing over her flesh.<br><br>"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU SLAVE, I hear you talking that filth again, I will beat it out of you!" Cariad gritted her teeth through the pain, breathing deeply, the towering man of muscles leant over her and hissed in her ear.<br>"What did you say?" The trap she had fallen into many a time before on her arduous journey.<br><br>"<em>What is this? Where the hell am I? Please tell me I have actually died and gone to the gods!! OK, that's what I said!</em> Her words short and hissed in return, which earned her another lashing from the whip across her back. <br>"<em>Sorry Sir, I will not speak my mother tongue</em>." Cariad hung her head and sighed as she felt his hand on her shoulder, pushing her towards the doors before them. The change over was done in silence. Watching as the money was exchanged for her life, words informing the person she now belonged to that should she speak in her mother tongue to issue a thrashing deservedly so, her heart sank. There would be no escape, not the hard way at least. If she wanted to leave this place, there would be tears, sweat and probably a good deal of blood shed before she did. Not having a clue as to how a slave was meant to behave, Cariad had done what she thought was most of her learning on the road. She was in for a further education.<br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Cariad meeting Autolycus</strong></div><br>Marched through the grounds, her skin on the underside of her feet burning, her arms stiff from the weight of the chains. Before the journey, Cariad's body displayed all signs of wealth. Now, having trekked the continents to get to this point, her limbs had leaned down, partly due to the lack of food and the constant walking and beating. Her fair skin held traces of scarring, some silvery against the new browning of her bare skin, the others bleeding and fresh.<br><br>Standing outside the door, awaiting approval for entrance to the room, not knowing what to expect, or who to expect the other side of the door. Her woollen skirt and shirt now soaked with sweat, torn and covering her rounded breasts and rear, just. The voice the other side of the door got closer to her. Cariad drew a sharp intake of breath as the knock to the door was answered and it swung open. The audible gulp seemed to ring within her ears as her heart took up the competition to see who could be heard first.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 00:05:49</strong>
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				<strong>~Cingetorix in the Ludus training grounds~</strong><br><br>(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/CingetorixHeadshot-1.jpg)<br><br>Cingetorix had been watching quietly from where he stood, chained to the statuesque woman to his right who stood even more exposed to the elements and roaming eyes than he. Dust and sand from the ludus training grounds had begun to collect, sticking to the the glistening sheen of sweat that covered his entire body now. His warm, curious chocolate pools never ceased their scanning of the ludus and those gathered here. His face remained void of all emotion or thought; a blank canvas, unreadable by those who would look upon him to pass judgement, those who would call themselves his superiors; his masters. He cared not what they may think of him. He knew who he was, what he was capable of, the pain and suffering he longed to inflict upon these miserable, pompous excuses for human beings. Whenever he met eyes with another he held the gaze for a few moments, his face still stone cold, displaying the fact that would not be intimidated. Fear was a word unknown to him now; now that everything that he had loved and feared to lose was, in fact, lost.<br><br>He watched with indifference as the big Egyptian, Ammon, insulted the rare specimen of a woman to his right. He knew it was going to happen even before she acted and he was quick to take a step back, giving the enraged woman space in an attempt to remove himself from any unwanted attention; best to remain as inconspicuous as possible for now. He still had much to learn of his new surroundings and would be masters before he could even begin to scheme. He was jerked about somewhat, here and there as the woman nearly choked the life from the unsuspecting man pinned beneath her. Had it been under different circumstances and had she not be trying to kill him, the man would no doubt have much enjoyed being pinned beneath such a woman as she. However, circumstances being what they were, fear was evident in the mans eyes as he struggled to draw breath, scrambling to free himself of the death grip she had about his throat.<br><br>Fortunately, he was saved by a mountain of man bearing a large shield as a weapon, cleaving the chain that bound them together in a single sweep. The hulking man, speaking in a tongue that was familiar to Cingetorix, managed to coax the woman from the poor man beneath him, who stood up promptly, clutching his throat and casting a venomous stare to the woman. <br><br>“Crazy bitch!” the man exclaimed, none too wisely. Cingetorix cast a subtle, incredulous look towards the man. Not so much in an attempt to communicate to him, rather confounded that he would be foolish enough to further antagonize the very woman who had only moments before nearly choked the life from him. <br><br>A ranking Roman guard began yelling insults and orders and soon other guards began quickly moving, reining the disorderly slaves. Cingetorix remained ever silent, his incredulous look vanished. He moved back to his previous position, assuming his place in the live of new slaves even as a guard attempted to instill order upon the large German, obviously taken aback at the sheer size of the man who had spoken out of turn, announcing himself to the Doctore as Berenagrius, as though he were a newly hired hand come to work for the Doctore. Cingetorix silently wondered if this man was as dense in the head as was in the flesh, knowing that nothing good could come of Berenagrius’ actions.<br><br>His eyes shifted suddenly to the captain of the guard as he began cursing and yelling instructions to the newly arrived slaves, laying down the law. <em>”Cocks and cunts,”</em> that’s all they were to these people; objects to be used for their pleasure and entertainment. He suppressed an urge to lash out as the savage woman had done; to loose the man of his sword and remove his unsightly head from his shoulders; to rip out the man’s tongue and shove up it his own ass. His fists clenched in the first display of emotion since his arrival, knuckles straining white as his jaw clenched equally tight, jutting out slightly.<br><br>Again came a yell, this time from the shadows beyond the Doctore. Cingetorix’s eyes shifted in an attempt to locate the owner of this powerful, authoritative voice. He found the man as he stepped from the shadows, hands clasped behind his back as he casually approached the line of slaves. <em>“This must be the man would call himself my master,”</em> he thought, giving the man an appraising look. Aside from his flashy attire, this man’s outward appearance seemed unremarkable to Cingetorix. He watched with interest, studying this man more closely than any other as he neared them, informing the new slaves of what would be expected of them. An expression suddenly washing over his face as Manius came face to face with him. Standing tall and proud, his expression was not subtle, a defiant expression filled with spite. He did not avert his gaze. He couldn’t have even if had wanted to. The transgressions against him would not allow him submission.<br><br>He kept his gaze upon the lanista even as the man disappeared to rejoin his wife and the other arrogant Roman citizens. Now his new life would begin again… here in this ludus, among men who saw him as lower than dog. But that would all change… in time.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 08:39:18</strong>
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				<strong>Bastian's 'back entrance'</strong><br><br>Gaining access to the Ludus went without incident. He joked for a few moments with the guard at the gate claiming that the cart transporting his wife, whom he suggested was called Whalius Faticus, did not belong to him and he would be more than happy if it was refused access. However, after a few minutes, he felt that it was wise if he admitted that she was with him and that her name was not in fact what he had called her but the less offensive Matriana. <br><br>Whilst discussing the size of his wife’s undergarments with the easily amused guard, Bastian, also, noticed another man (Aulus Livius) wishing to gain access. Unlike Bastian, he seemed to be having a little trouble. Upon questioning the guard, he explained that the man had been here for some time. Bastian tried to resolve the man’s dilemma by politely suggesting to the guard to quietly speak to his colleague and ask him to grant access for the man once the cart was out of the way and he was inside the Ludus. Once inside, he observed that the misunderstanding had been resolved, much to his delight. He was not sure if his words had helped in any way, but if he could help people, in there hour of need, he always tried too. As he watched the man, go about his business, he considered that he would most likely seek him out once they were settled. <br><br>It did not take long for the cart to be positioned accordingly, within the safely of the four walls of the Ludus. His wife, as always, took that little bit longer to disembark. Once she was free from her physical limitations, that is to say once she was no longer sitting, she stood by his side and waited for the introductions.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 09:54:24</strong>
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				<em>Sorcha now with Autolycus</em><br><br>Sorcha was more upset at the treatment of the animals, than herself, she was horrified at the lack of respect these people had for the land and the others that walked upon it, they were nothing more than an affront to the name human. It did come as a shock to her as her hair was painfully grabbed by the disgusting worthless wretch, had she not been bound and gagged then she would have felt her claws and teeth, he would not have been the first man to loose something to those sharp fangs.<br><br>As she was dragged Sorcha made patterns in the sand but would not fall to her knees, she would not bow before this son of a beast. All the time she looked in the Captains eyes, her dark eyes still burned with an unbroken spirit, after all she knew she was still alive for a reason, and he was one of them. The sand would be as bloody as the snow in her own land.<br><br>The man that barked his orders did indeed catch her attentions though he made her back arch a little as a wild cat might when faced with a lion, he was certainly impressive, but that did not mean that the pict hated him any the less….it would just take time to finish him, after all the Lion was a pride filled animal. Sorcha had no idea what he was saying but whatever it was seemed filled with the venom and poison of his race. <br><br>The guard that dragged her bodily to Autolycus was given a cold dark look he too was marked, and marked well, for he was rather rough with his hands. On the way Sorcha saw her comrades a whinny passed her mouth and then a bark, at least as much as she could with her muzzle. The animals did prick there ears and for part of the way one of the horses and the dog filled with pups went to follow, however they like her were bound and taken to a place they had no wish to be in. If anyone did take notice, it was obvious this feral woman, this wild woman of the north had more affinity with animals than humans…she understood how to walk upon the land.<br><br>Her nose twitched at the scent in this place, some of the smells she understood others she did not, perhaps this man was as the wise woman in the other settlement, the one that spoke to the spirits, though the question was what vile and corrupt spirits would a man like him speak to if he worked in harmony with the metal men. <br><br>Once tied Sorcha looked at her new captor with similar hate as she had shown before and as she carefully stared to free herself hoping to go unnoticed she stared to build the saliva in her mouth, they may have poison in their voice but she had spittle for their faces. For now she paid little heed to any other slaves she could not understand there words and she had no wish to comply as they seemed to. When anyone came close the feral woman growled, and all the time Sorcha was slowly working free of her bonds…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 19:01:12</strong>
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				<em>Matriana is just delightful</em><br><br>The vast woman was glistening with sweat which only seemed to add to her ‘appearance’ making it even less pleasant. Her scent too could by now not be masked by the various expensive perfumes that she had already bought and liberally coated her flesh with.<br><br>Of course she knew how her husband hated her; in just the same way she despised him. He wished her dead but was unable to perform the deed, at least until her father was dead, so she had her own people on the matter of removing him first. The thought of being a widow was most intriguing. <br><br>Matriana had decided to perhaps take a second husband and one that was more pleasing to the eye…<br><br>She stuffed a few more figs in her mouth and filled her cart with yet more unpleasant gas. Now what would she buy today after all if her small and rather limp husband wanted to train his ‘boy’ then she should have some fun. A nice girl to massage her swollen feet….oh yes and perhaps a real man to offer her pleasure perhaps even a new gladiator. It had been some time since Amplus had graced her with his presence, since he had ridden those ripples of flesh. He seemed prefer another hole of late. <br><br><br>Well she certainly needed something bigger than her husband….<br><br>When it was time to remove herself from the cart it was not a pleasant sight. One of the guards chuckled about needing goose grease to get her out. Finally though she was here, and of course Matriana needed help to walk the final path to a seat. Much to their horror she touched up one of the guards with her fat fingers suggesting he might wish to meet her later. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 08:03:43</strong>
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				<strong>~ Liliana arriving at the Ludus ~</strong><br><br>Approaching the Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis, Liliana peered out curiously from within her carriage to get a better view of the cliff-top perched structures. Having only been to one gladiatorial game and never before having visited a ludus, she was interested to learn about the internal machinations of such a place.&nbsp; She was curious to discover the processes by which the raw material of untamed male brawn was honed into finely crafted, yet subjugated fighting mettle. She wondered about the relationship between the physically powerful gladiator slaves and their socially powerful masters. She found the entire enterprise...intriguing.<br><br>Resting her slender arms over the window sill as she continued to watch the passing scenery, Liliana hoped her unannounced appearance would be welcomed. After receiving word from a friend that one of her husband’s business associates, the merchant Antonious, was to be received by the Dominus and Domina of this ludus this very day, she spontaneously made the decision to take advantage of the situation to procure her entrance into the ludus as well. Oftentimes, the arrival of a merchant selling his wares was an occasion to invite neighbors for impromptu casual gatherings, and she hoped such was the case with the Domina Valeria.<br><br>As her carriage pulled up in front of the ludus gate and came to a halt alongside another parked carriage, she was just in time to watch two men pass through inside, the taller one with rich brown hair looking vaguely familiar to her for some reason. He appeared to be carrying a load of wares into the ludus, and Liliana smiled at her good fortune for having arrived in so timely a fashion. Stepping gracefully down from the carriage, her gown wafting gauzy soft green fabric around her body, she walked with purpose toward the entrance, confident of her acceptance as the guard nodded politely toward her as she passed. She smiled up at him as she entered the ludus, accustomed to those around her recognizing her position in society and the deference that was conferred upon her by those of social status beneath her. The guard no doubt assumed she would only present herself upon invitation, whether it be explicit or implied. <br><br>As she moved deeper into the ludus, her gaze was immediately transfixed by the gathering of slaves on the sand. Not noticing anything or anyone else around her as she approached the group of massive bodies, her eyes swept over the vast expanses of taut, bulging muscles bared to her view. A small gasp escaped over her parted lips. From up in the stands of the arena, the gladiators had appeared larger than life and brutal beyond measure, yes. But the distance separating her place in the audience from the mortal battles on the sand had allowed for a sensory buffer that standing on the same level of field did not. <em>Magnificent,</em> she marveled, fascinated by their powerful masculine forms.<br><br>It appeared that the slaves were being presented to their dominus, but she couldn’t quite see past the massive bodies of the men to make out what was happening. Suddenly, her eyes flew wide as she realized one of the warrior slaves was actually a female. A <em>beautiful and wild</em> female. Captivated, she had not realized female slaves were ever trained as gladiators.<br><br>Her cheeks slightly flushed - from the heat, no doubt - Liliana glanced around her, for the first time noticing a bit of chaotic activity with various animals running about, and a number of other visitors milling around the vicinity. As her gaze locked with the tall brown-haired man, an appreciative gleam sparkled in her eyes as the corners of her mouth curved up in a welcoming smile. <em>This ludus has all manner of diversions to recommend it</em> she purred to herself contentedly. Turning back to the display of would-be gladiators, Liliana waited to see what would happen once the dominus had finished inspecting his slaves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 08:29:18</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus and a random guard meet Sorcha and Ciarad</em></div><hr><br>The door swung to reveal a guard, on his way out after chaining up the Pictish woman. He was mumbling to himself about savages and their ways and what could possibly have possessed the master to buy that one, but monologue ended abruptly as he caught sight of the new slave. Still in the doorway, which he filled almost completely being a sturdy man, he looked Ciarad up and down appreciatively, noting the way her sweat made the remains of her clothing stick to her body in all the right places. His eyes roamed over her toned legs, followed the curve of her hips, halted for a moment on her firm breast and then, finally, came up to her face. <br><br>"Well hello there," he said, his lips spreading in what he probably thought was a winning smile. <br><br>-- <br><br>Autolycus poured a drink for the young, red-haired slave. So quiet she, so well behaved. It almost made him smile, the way she contrasted with the feral Pictish woman. He turned to look at that one, regarding her dispassionately with his head tilted to one side. There was no disapproval there, no disgust at her wild ways, no anger, just a kind of calm curiosity. He watched her fight the guard, fight the chains that now held her to the wall, shooting fire from her eyes all the time. There was something admirable about that, the way she continued to struggle when she must know she didn't stand a chance... So wild and uncompromising, so full of energy and <em>anger</em>. Most of all anger. <br><br>He wondered what had happened to her. Wondered just what the master expected him to do with her. Oh he could see the appeal of her, her savageness and - yes - underneath it, not bad-looking... But what use would she have other than being put on display to demonstrate the savageness of the Northern tribes?<br><br>"Calm down," he said, waving his hand in the universal gesture, "At least save your strength," he suggested. She was only wasting it now, fighting against those chains.<br><br>He was distracted then, by the knock on the door, the guard. <br><br>"Who's there?" He called without taking his eyes off Sorcha.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 11:00:54</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus’ ample appendage</strong><br><br>From under Bastian’s undergarments, Amplus took him into his ample mouth. He was very good at taking orders. Amplus’ only memories of late were of his master and the good care that was bestowed upon him.&nbsp; The love for his master was obvious as he would do anything for him. This of course would most likely be shattered if he knew the reason for him being Bastian’s slave. That being the fact that Bastian, along with his men, had killed Amplus’ family at too young an age to remember. All Amplus knew was that Bastian had saved him from the fire. He was his hero. Now at 20 he was to find himself in a carriage with a mouth full of cock. His master’s cock and he loved it. It obviously gave great pleasure to his master, which gave great pleasure to him. <br><br>With careful training his technique had been fine tuned in the servicing of his master. He had learnt not to gag as the cock hit the back of his mouth to an opened throat into which the colossal organ was accepted. He tried to steady himself as the carriage went over the bumps in the road. He widened his knees, as he knelled before his master, moving his head up and down to the throbbing of his master’s cock. His rhythm only momentarily disrupted by a boot attempting to enter his backside from that woman. It was only a miner disruption as she did that sort of thing all the time when she was bored. He could just make out her constant chattering. He felt a great deal of pity for his master with having to listen to her constantly going on about this and that. Amplus thanked the Gods he was protected from her under his master garments. It was not just the noise that Amplus did not relish it was also the smell that was quite thick in the carriage currently. Again he was some what safe given his current situation. Compared to the smell of semi digested fig and cheese emanating from her backside and his master balls, he would take those balls any day of the week. It was decidedly warm under there as he could feel the sweat dripping from his flesh as the heat increased in the carriage. He had been working on him for some time now and hoped it would never end. <br><br>Even though he had been a sex slave for some years now he was also a formidable retiarii. He had been travelling with his master for some years now seeking further training to perfect his skills in the art. That was why they were headed to the Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis, he had heard his master saying. <br><br>As he was thinking this, he could fell his master stiffen for the final eruption. He swallowed his gift with ease and licked his lips. Once Amplus had finished, he sat next to his master as instructed. He cock flapping from side to side as he stood. Like his master, he was well endowed in that department. Upon sitting his master thanked him in one of the many ways in which he knows best. He grabbed Amplus by his cock and began to caress it. He found it easy to show his appreciation as it rose towards the ceiling. He saw the smile of satisfaction on his master face which encourage it to grow that little bit more. This continued until they were almost upon the gate at which point he was instructed to put on his loin cloth as they would soon be arriving. Unfortunately he, for obvious reasons, was not quite ready to do so, due to his master's attentions. His agitation was obvious, which was not helped by his master’s obvious amusement, as he tried frantically to squeeze it back into his loin cloth. An idea then came to him, he looked at Matriana and tried to remember the last time they had been intimate and just like that his cock lost about half its length and slid in a little easier. <br><br><strong>Swinging in the wind</strong><br><br>By then the carriage had stopped and he followed Bastian outside, once he had opened the door for him. He took his first deep breath in what seemed a lifetime of waiting. Within moments they were alone in front of the carriage walking those last few yards to their destination. The gates of Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis. He hoped to learn a thing or two from the inhabitants of such a place. <br><br>Within moments they had been granted access. He assisted the guards with positioning the carriage within the Ludus and then to his dismay he was prompted to assist Matriana in disembarking from the carriage. This he shrugged to do for some time, much to the amusement of the watchful eyes around him. Once successful, he and Matriana moved to his master side. A side where he felt most safe even when surrounded by such power that was clear to see within this place. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 21:22:43</strong>
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				~<strong>Doctore, getting things back under control</strong>~<br><br><strong><em>SNAP</em></strong> The crack of the whip echoed through the training yard, the Doctore snapping orders quickly. “ Gladiators! Back to your training!” A deep stare would be given to Ammon and his actions, yet no words of reproach would issue forth. None were needed. Quick eyes would settle upon the newcomers, gazing across Berengarius, Cingetorix, and finally Ryann. Curling his whip back up, the handle would be pointed towards the baths, his deep tone directed at the three. “ All of you. Bathe. When that is finished, you will eat. Then you will wait upon the pleasure of the Dominus.” His hard gaze would settle upon Ryann for several long moments, before sure strides were taken to stand before her. “ You...woman. You will be housed in your own cell..but you will bathe and eat with the men. You are to be trained as a Gladiatrix, and you will live as one. If you do not survive here, you are not worthy to bleed upon the sands of the arena..” With that he would turn his back upon her, setting his gaze upon the Gladiators that had gone back to their training.<br><br>~<strong>Ryann, her fate settled</strong>~<br><br>Only a sharp hiss would fly forth from a snarl as her flesh heated and stung from the smack of sword across a tight ass cheek. A glare of angry green eyes moving from the still choking slave and the guard who had struck her. Yet she remained in line, and she was left between the two men Berenagrius and Cingetorix. The wild woman and the timid girl were carted off, even as the sound of the Doctore's whip brought her attention towards the man.<br><br>She didn't deign to look at Beren as he spoke to her again, attempting it seemed to calm her, be kind even. Why was he doing this? This giant of a man seemed to have taken an interest in her welfare, seemed even kind, but could she trust him? At this point in time, she knew not to trust anyone. <br><br>Her piercing gaze settled once again on Ammon, staring at him through dark dirty curls, seeing his gaze locked upon her as well. She heard the Doctore speaking, yet the Egyptians cocky grin brought a snarl to&nbsp; her own lush lips, and it wasn't until the Doctore stood directly in front of her did she pay full attention to the man. As she was told that she would sleep in separate quarters but that she would live amongst these warriors, her smile faded somewhat. Trained as a Gladiatrix? She was no wilting hothouse flower, and having grown up with brothers knew how to take care of herself.. but this? The Doctore's last words sunk in, and she took in a slow breath. <br><br>Survive here, survive these men. Prove yourself.<br><br>Slowly her strong shoulders would pull back, her chin lifting, tossing errant strands of black from her face. The way to the baths was pointed, and she would pause momentarily. Finally, with a full grin, as she stood there on the sands, she would grasp what was left of her small loincloth and rip it free, dropping the tattered cloth to the ground, standing naked in front of them all. Without a word, she would stalk towards the baths, taut thighs working, tight ass shifting with each step. <br><br>A bath would be lovely..<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 22:32:50</strong>
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				<strong>~ Domina Valeria ~ Leaving the training grounds, relaxing in the inner courtyard, &amp; finally greeting Bastian and Matriana within the <em>inner</em> villa courtyard. ~</strong><br><br>While the new slave stock were causing a commotion amongst themselves, Valeria was exactly where she liked to be; positioned between the meat shield of two, highly capable, deliciously all-male specimens. To her left, and slightly in front of her, the armoured presence of her husband, shimmering in gold. Behind her and to her right, the slightly less attractive yet still alluring stature of the Guard Captain. Suffice to say, she was a very happy woman. Even when the horses and dogs briefly escaped, leaving Burrus to finally take action, the Domina felt more than safe beside her husband. And so her stoic expression rarely changed. Despite the chaos, she managed to uphold her high-status. First, with unaffected glare, then with egotistical smirking as the new slaves were put back in line. A woman to be reckoned with, all things considered. It was important to both herself, and her husband, that the slaves were instilled with that first impression. That they knew <em>exactly</em> what they were up against, from day one. <br><br>But <em>oh</em>, when her husband roared! It was definitely not the blazing of the direct, midday sun, that caused Valeria to swell with a sudden flush of uncouth heat. Some were instilled with instant silence, while others may even have felt fear at the sight of such an imposing man. Even the guards stood upright at the change of authority. The Domina meanwhile, beamed with pride and as an immediate result of such a fine visage, her own wanton cravings flickered to the surface via dilated pupils in the depths of her caramel gaze. The wrist that lazily flicked her circular wooden fan to and fro, paused a moment as she held her breath, only to release it upon a silent sigh. As her modestly voluptuous breasts rose with the re-filling of her lungs, more alert fanning continued. Tongue flicking across her pout as she fidgeted a moment; the positioning of her knees alternating with the transferral of lightly agitated weight. She <em>adored</em> these displays of pure masculinity at its finest, and though Guard Captain Burrus had been entertaining with the Pict creature, it was merely the foreplay. Watching her husband work the arena, was the main course. This was exactly the reason why it was oh-so-hard to stay vexed with the blasted man...<br><br>Alas, she was not to be fully satisfied, and so another more audible and lengthy sigh ensured after the Lanista's suggestion. Indeed, they were expecting the arrival of Bastian Grandis Fascinum and his Matriana, together with the usual visiting merchant who she presumed could be arriving at any given time of the day. Besides that, she was never really required to stand upon the sands. So, snapping her fan shut with clear irritation, her lips pursed with the clenching of her jaw. <br><br>“My <em>wants</em> are neither here nor there,” came the colder snap. A reminder to the Lanista that separate from undeniably base attraction, she was still less than pleased by the fruits of his expenditure.<br><br>The household servants would follow in tow behind the Domina in a grand exit, through the well guarded door that would lead her back into the villa's inner courtyard. Time to return back to normality, and though she was already feeling the weight of stress upon her shoulders, it was the house servants who would suffer most. Many scuttled away to have wine and food at the ready, while her personal selection of handmaidens would wash the Domina's feet. To be out on the sands that held blood, sweat and piss, was more than enough cause for cleansing. As one maiden massaged her feet, and another expertly pressed fingertips to the pressure zones at her forehead, Valeria read a most unexpected letter. It had arrived in the morning chaos, and she had not been in the right mind set to read it. But now that she had a moment, the exquisite pen work and the name that followed, brought a lump to her throat.<br><br><em>Liliana Nerva</em>. Surely it could not be the same Liliana? It had to be some foul trickery or coincidence. As she read on, it became more and more clear that <em>this</em> Liliana spoke of business opportunity rather than old past times. There would be no harm in arranging a meeting then, though Valeria would have little time to consider the letter more, as a quiet and young voice tore her attention away from elegant writing.<br><br>“Domina,” the timid servant came to stand before the woman of the house. “Bastian Grandis Fascinum awaits -”<br><br>“Ah -” ...Yet the girl was not quite done speaking. <br><br>“- Together with another, unannounced guest.”<br><br>“<em>What?</em>” Thankfully, the accidental interruption was greatly overlooked by the content.<br><br>“Apologies Domina.” The servant was quick to try to mediate the situation, but mostly tried take the blame away from her own neck. “I bring word of the guards only. I do not -”<br><br>“Hold your tongue! I care not for either failings.” Draining the contents of her goblet, Valeria held it out for a swift refill. All the while, her stare did not leave the messenger. “Nor do I care for un-announced cocks, no matter the size of coin-filled balls.”<br><br>“It... is a noblewoman, Domina.” At that, Valeria barked a single chortle. As if that would make a difference.<br><br>“Then pray her husband's cock has not shrivelled.” A pause as the most trusted handmaiden offered refilled goblet. After quenching her agitation with sweet, red wine, Valeria continued to glare at the lingering servant. “What news of the merchant?” A pause as the poor serving girl struggled to find words whilst under the strict Domina's glare. <br><br>“M-Merchant Antonious has prepared his stall for your attentions, but would also seek aud-”<br><br>With a loud shriek, the highly irate Domina threw her goblet at the floor near the servant's feet. Of course, it bounced and spilt the red contents over her sandals and the tiled mosaic floor itself. Then, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead, Valeria unleashed a highly dramatic sigh. As she reclined back against her chaise longue daybed, the nearest servants were quick to fan her while others rushed to clean up the mess. The timid messenger remained as she was, thought quickly averted her eyes once more. What a mess, and not just in the most literal terms... It seemed the Ludus would need to replace yet another ill-fitted guard, but at least all these visits might result in profit. A solution had to be made, and fast. It would not be wise to keep a former Primus Pilus waiting. Nor would it be wise to assume that the mystery guest was not of equally important means. Besides, her husband would soon be done with the slaves, she hoped. That would take the weight of socialising and business arrangements solely from her shoulders. He owed her that much, at the <em>very</em> least.<br><br>“Don't just stand there gawping! Fetch Grandis Fascinum, and be quick about it.” <br><br>“Yes Domina, at once.” Relieved to be given the chance to flee at last, the timid servant made her swift escape. Meanwhile, the spilt wine was cleared with equal haste, especially now that the clock was ticking. Rising from her daybed, Valeria descended the three stone steps, and proceeded away from the sheltered veranda towards the centre of the <em>inner</em> courtyard, where she would greet Bastian and Matriana. The <em>outer</em> courtyard would remain the waiting area for the other guests, where the merchant's stall might provide stalling occupation. <br><br>When the main doors opened and the married couple were led within, the Domina would approach as a vision to behold in the subtle floating of airy violet and lilac materials as she walked. Her dark, almost-black hair was styled in the latest, piled high fashion absent wig or extensions. Two, corkscrew curls framing the sides of her oval-square face, and falling down to blossoming cleavage behind soft tunica. There was a clear confidence in her gait; dark eyes homing in firstly on the short man, and then his rotund wife. Despite what her inner thoughts might be, she wore a pleasant smile upon her dark pout. Stopping in the centre of the courtyard in front of her guests, she clasped her hands together across the light swell of her abdomen. Delicate wrist adorned with gold threads and amber jewels that caught the glint of the sun from time to time. Two servants stopped behind her; one carrying a tray of assorted grapes, the other carrying a clay wine pitcher. <br><br>“Welcome to Ludus Leonis, Scopulus, Tarraconensis.” Valeria always made sure to enunciate the title with great pride. “You are <em>most</em> welcome. Please, sit.” She gestured gracefully to the set of outdoor daybeds that rested to the left beneath the shelter of stone pillars. Embroidered cushions from Carthage and matching blankets covering the dark wooden structures. “Share the honour to which you grace us with.” <br><br>The inner courtyard consisted of two, perfectly square ponds of ankle-high depth. In the sheltered veranda were the seating areas, where the small, again perfectly square garden, could be admired. It was here that Valeria led her guests towards, but she would not sit until she saw that they were seated and well attended to first. <br><br>“My husband shall be joining us shortly.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 22:53:40</strong>
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				<div align="center">Cariad meeting Autolycus and Sorcha</div><strong>"Who's there?"</strong><br>His voice made her lift her head, standing tall as she was pushed through the door, Cariad glared at the guard as he gripped her arm tightly. Knowing all too well that another outburst from her would generate another round of beatings, Cariad kept her lips firmly closed. <br><br>Standing in the entrance of the room,&nbsp; Cariad looked around, taking in the surroundings of the room. <br><br><strong>"Well hello there."</strong> She watched him intently as his eyes roamed her body. Cariad's eyes doing some roaming of their own. His facial features broad, as though his jaw had spread across his neck. His chest partially hidden by the fabric of his clothes. Cariad's eyes looked through him, her vision drawn to the table with the straps. Her eyebrow arching as her gaze slowly inspecting the tools hanging from the walls, taking note of the herbs hanging from the ceiling. The room was haunting in nature. The tools looked barbaric, something Yr Meddyg would have used, had she ever needed the services of a human butcher.<br><br>Her eyes wide as her gaze fell upon the savage looking girl chained to the wall. Her hair wild, her eyes alive with contempt of her captures and her surroundings. Cariad could empathise but doubted very much that she would have got her feelings across. Unable to understand her captures language and while still being held firmly, she was going nowhere. The pain in her arm from the guard's grip causing her to snarl at him in welsh. Which got her arm released but resulted in her being thrashed so hard that the skin on her back opened under the tremendous force. Biting her lip as to not scream out, Cariad scrunched her eyes up in defiance. She would not scream out in pain. As the whip came down repeatedly, whatever was left of her clothes now hung in torn strips around her. The whip catching the side of her breast as it connected with her flesh, the welts glowing red instantly.<br><br>Retreating into herself, standing before the guard with defiance as he continued the thrashing. Cariad's eyes shut tightly, her voice quiet as she began to hum a welsh lullaby. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 07:30:11</strong>
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				<em>Sorcha makes a plan</em><br><br>Well this new ‘captures’ words made as little sense as any others that Sorcha had been given the displeasure of meeting. She only heard sounds.&nbsp; At least the horses and the dogs had made sense to her, just as they had in her homeland. The humans here in this place seemed as if the were possessed, by vile spirits, for surely they were insane, completely and utterly so. <br><br>The pict wondered for a short time how long any would last in the frozen north, in the barren yet beautiful highlands. These captives may be beautiful now, and the men may have been muscular because they were well fed….that was their weakness... and a large weakness in her mind….<br><br>Sorcha knew she did not need fine food or meat, for she understood hard winters, her first child, a daughter had died, the cold and the spirits had taken her, she was lucky for she would be reborn, the babe had been born when the winds were at their harshest, she died in those winds such things were expected. Sorcha herself had been born in the spring and had learned early how to feed herself on whatever came to her, her frame did not rely on anything but the scraps the land offered and anything she might be able to catch.<br><br>For now the other woman here in this room….this prison…bound to slavery was in Sorcha’s mind little more than&nbsp; a worthless toy, she seemed to have no purpose, but then few of the others she has seen did. A skill in fighting was one thing, survival was a very different matter and the latter was a far harder battle. As for the woman that was treated differently, well that was not her concern, at least not for the moment…<br><br>The pict for now had other matters to attend too, and the first was removing herself from these chains that burned at her skin, and removing herself from this place that had the scent of death. She watched the man in the same way he watched her. Sorcha took two slow breaths and then rolled her shoulders in their sockets. The woman gathered more saliva in her mouth and after that flexed her elbows a little. It appeared she was no longer fighting though the narrowing of her eyes may have said something different.<br><br>The entrance of the new woman only made things easier for her, this man would surely be distracted now. Sorcha was not surprised at the treatment of this new captive but in truth was grateful just as she had been to the other woman in the lines before they were split. It was she started working slowly on her thumb and first finger , dislocating them, so that she might start to slip the chains. Perhaps were she not concentrating to hard on the pain and escape she might have taken pleasure in the music, but for now all that was on her mind was getting out of this place of sickness and death.<br><br><br>That man that worked in a place of death stopped watching for the moment, it would not be long before he had no eyes at least in the mind of this woman. She worked carefully wanting to be away from the sickening stench that circled here. First one hand was free, Sorcha held the chains so that they did not fall to the ground, it hurt, a great deal and pains shot up her arms almost causing her to vomit. Once this man was distracted the pict had decided she would remove the other shackle and gag herself and then find some true allies.<br><br>Sorcha had stopped growling and she tilted her head to look at the Greek,&nbsp; he would not understand, even if she did not have the gag, but still she spoke. “Let me free, I will take a horse and a dog, I should not be here…you make the land sick.”&nbsp; Even as she spoke the pict worked to make sure her thumb and finger joints she would be free. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 09:54:52</strong>
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				<strong>Bastian sees her face…. Now he’s a believer</strong><br><br>As Bastian and company walked ever so closely to the main doors of Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis, he spotted a woman of astonishing beauty and class gliding towards them. Her hourglass figure was something to behold. Her jewellery seemed to catch the sunlight with ease and give the impression to be of the highest quality which complemented her bronze skin beautifully. The ensemble set his heart pounding not to mention a slight rising in his undergarments. She was stunning and seemed to exude confidence as she got close enough to touch. <br><br><strong>Bastian feels more than a warm welcome from Valeria Caerellia Renate</strong><br><br>Upon closer inspection he was not disappointed as he took her in. He almost forgot the troll that was stood to his left. His wife. His nemesis. He even found time to glance at the two servants that accompanied her before she welcomed them to the Ludus, they were simply delicious. Perhaps he would pay for Amplus to spend some time with them later. He then politely responded to her “We already feel most welcome. Your guards gave us quite the reception and assisted us greatly with our entrance.”<br><br><strong>Bastian asks to stay</strong><br><br>Admiring the surrounds, and after a short walk, he followed her request with keenness and promptly sat to exchange pleasantries. “Thank you this looks most inviting and comfortable.” He nodded as she finished her introduction and like a dog, being given permission by his master to sit, he responded to her. Once comfortable he began his tale “Firstly I would request, of course if you have the room,” glancing at his wife “for a leave of stay at your fine Ludus. As its reputation for hospitality and quality of Gladiators has travelled for many a mile. Due to the latter I request that, if you allow us to stay, that Amplus join your Gladiators in training as I have found of late that he lacks the stamina for certain activates that I have in the past requested of him.” He casually glanced at his slaves groin and smiles. After a moment he turned his attentions back to Valeria Caerellia Renate “Of course I jest for his stamina is more than adequate as he is a formidable fighter in his own right and would find his exposure to your men to be quite enlightening as they share their knowledge both on and off the training grounds. I will of course pay handsomely for such requests and ask that you consider them as there are a few more requests that I must discuss before the day is through.” <br><br><strong>The request for a showing</strong><br><br>He paused for a moment to allow consideration and then moved on to more pressing matters “If after your wise consideration you accept my proposal I would consider it an honour if a showing be organised on this very night or as soon as can be arranged as I wish to examine your stock of both Gladiator and slave, so to speak. Perhaps it would even do Amplus some good too.” Glancing at his bulging purse, he continued “Again if you require more persuasion, I am sure more coin could find its way into your palm. Finally I would like to request that your two servants, here present, show Amplus to his loggings and make him feel more than comfortable and see to it that he wants for nothing. Whilst we discuss other matters of a more private nature.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaMale</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 10:32:07</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus Manius. Greeting Bastian and Matriana within the inner villa courtyard</strong><br><br>Prowess leaked from him, nay, radiated towards the most recent batch of Gladiators whom stood before him. His woman was at his back, the Lanista no doubt watching him as she often did. Regardless, his expression remained stoical as he paced before the array of males whom had come forth to his whims, intent upon battling the foes he pleased. <br><br>Gold armour glinted beneath the harsh sunlight, reflecting the countless faces off of his broad chest. A faint shadow of stubble resided upon a fierce jaw where a muscle twitched in his cold aggravation. The roughness of his cheek could be sensed when his female ran her soft hand over the flesh, when her delicate fingers mayhap would glide down his body. Exasperation and impatience rode him and his head inclined dismissively to his Doctore to whom he had given the position of commanding the careless brutes. <br><br>Obsidian eyes with flickers of a stormy silver danced over them, his onyx locks of thick hair tousled about his sharp features, masculine and brutal. ‘Twas not long, he had long ago removed his warrior braids. The indented lines upon his armour was sculpted to the lines of strength beneath, which rippled when not restrained as he moved. Bulging biceps were exposed though they had a leather bands around the significant lump, cufflets around his wrists and stretching up his forearms darkly, contrasting his tawny skin which gathered with perspiration beneath the glare of white beams. Most dared not speak with him willingly, though there were times when it were necessary. <br><br>“D-Dominus...” A wee cough alerted him to the man servant behind him. The lethal broadness of his body turned slowly to land a fatal stare upon the lad who quaked faintly yet visibly against the predatory gaze of his master. “Bastian and Matriana.... meet with the Domina.” He managed to croak out meekly, audibly swallowing before he seemed ready to stumble away. Manius did not waste his breath upon the meek fool, striding past which had him toppling to the cool marble stone when his master passed. <br><br>The warrior entered where his guests resided upon the bedding, his hand upon the hilt of his sword which was sheathed beside him. The male inclined his head towards them and let his hand rest upon the shoulder of his female Valeria possessively. “Pleasant noon. What reason has gifted us your presence?” He rumbled in his deep timbre which echoed and was enough to fell any man. Valeria’s bountiful breasts were in view to him from the angle he stood from, her figure scarcely hidden as he let his eyes dance over her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 11:56:55</strong>
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				<strong>Bastian reiterates for Lanista Manius</strong><br><br>Whilst his requests were being considered, the process was interrupted by the welcomed arrival of a man who was quite obviously the Lanista; Manius. The first thing Bastian noted was the man’s size. That would certainly explain the high ceilings and wide corridors. Perhaps there would be room for his wife here after all. Maybe it would take considerable coin to convince such a man to honour his many requests. <br><br>Impressed with the man’s obvious devotion to his Domina and the power that Manius projected towards all that were in the room, Bastian answered the enquiry “I am sure that your wife will fill you in on the details of our discussion but to summarise, for your benefit, we have requested a stay at your most excellent Ludus. We have also asked that my Gladiator, Amplus, be trained with your men during our stay along with accommodating any desire that he wishes, of course. We, also, require a showing of your male and female property to take place as soon as you can arrange such an event. The cost of such things will of course be reimbursed with ample coin to encourage you to make the right choice.” Like before, Bastian politely waited for both the Lanista and his wife to contemplate such a variety of requests. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 13:05:50</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus loses his temper</em></div><hr><br>The medicus' eyes turned wide as he saw the Pictish woman dislocate her fingers and then slip her hand out of the shackle. A shackle that should have held <em>anyone</em> securely in place! He should have acted then, and he'd probably come to regret not doing so later, but he was too-surprised, too-fascinated that she could do this thing that was physically impossible for most, not to mention endure the pain... <br><br>One of the guards manhandled a woman into the room then and Autolycus was distracted as he took in the new arrival. His medicus’ eyes noted she was underfed, ill-treated and he’d almost dismiss her, something he could look into after dealing with the Pict, but then the guard began beating Ciarad, whipping her, damaging her clothes and more importantly her skin. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Stop that!!" He shouted with all the authority he could muster, then when the man hesitated he stepped forward and ripped the whip from his hand. "This is a house slave!" He shouted, assuming the obvious. "You know what you're doing...?" He went on, his voice taking on a threatening note as his eyes bored into the guard's. "You're damaging the masters goods. It's as good as robbing him!" Anyone should know slaves and especially beautiful, female slaves were more valuable when they were undamaged, unscarred. "Out!!" He shouted, throwing the whip at the man's chest. The guard caught it clumsily, then stumbled out the door mumbling something along the lines of 'she asked for it'.&nbsp; <br><br>Autolycus was distracted once more then, as the Pictish woman mumbled something from underneath her gag and when he looked around&nbsp; he was alarmed to find she’d managed to free herself. <br><br>"And you!" He called, now addressing the other guard, the one who'd leered at Cariad when she entered. "I asked you to secure that wild woman, get back in there and do it properly."<br><br>As the guard tried to make a grab for Sorcha Autolycus turned to Cariad. His eyes were hard, full of lingering rage and also a certain amount of frustration at having to put up with all this. "I apologize," he said stiffly, formally. "The man will be disciplined," he'd make sure to talk to Burrus, their captain, about it. <br><br>He turned then, to see how things went with the Pictish woman.
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 17:53:02</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon in the Ludus</strong><br><br>Ammon's arrogance while well earned, also knew no bounds. However two men were spared from this side of the man. The Doctore who had trained and molded Ammon since his first day in the ludus. As skilled, and as dominating an opponent Ammon was. He knew it'd be foolish to attempt to raise sword to his Doctore. More importantly, the Doctore had long ago earned his respect. While the man could be harsh and unforgiving, he was fair in this behavior and so when the man gave him a stern look? Ammon knew it was imperative to keep his mouth shut, leaning his head back and standing straight nothing else was said from the gladiator as he breathed in slowly and allowed the Doctore to resume with his business.<br><br>The other man? Was his master, Manius. This respect was more out of necessity as opposed to anything else. Insubordinate slaves could very well be killed, and while Ammon had more than earned his worth in coin? He didn't dare for a second believe that even he could be spared from the master's wrath. However when the master made his presence known before the Doctore had even had his turn with the collective? Ammon had instantly straightened up and stood in line in a manner not unlike the rest of the loyal gladiators that were assembled. It took all of his considerable willpower not to smile when the burly new meat was put into his place, granted Ammon had plans for the man of his own. Any little victory however would be deeply cherished.<br><br>One of the new meat caught Ammon's attention however. The man was quiet. Seemingly watching and taking in everything that was happening. He didn't seem overtly affected by anything, and this caused Ammon to tilt his head to the side for a moment. Of the new meat? Based off of that, and despite the somewhat defiant aura he got from the man? He seemed the most likely to be inducted into the brotherhood, and while Ammon held the deepest reverence for all who bore the mark? That also would mean a potential rival, Ammon was going to become champion one day. There was no question of if, only when. Would this man pose a threat to him if he were inducted. That remained to be seen, for the moment however the man earned the slightest little sliver of Ammon's respect for keeping his mouth shut about the proceedings. Especially at how he didn't break eye contact with the master, this was filed into the back of Ammon's mind for later use.<br><br>When Liliana arrived at the Ludus and overlooked the gladiators, Ammon briefly glanced up in her direction. She was a fine woman to behold, that was certain. However he was used to wealthy women such as herself coming to get closer looks at the gods of the arena. This merely brought a smirk to his face as his eyes lingered upwards for a moment. Cunt and conquest, the two things that drove Ammon most in life it seemed.<br><br>However his gaze was averted, as he could see the new gladiatrix as she was deemed out of the corner of his eye gazing at him. Looking back towards her, his dark eyes rested on hers and the intense look she gave him? Caused a beat of excitement inside of the Egyptian and his face didn't bear a smirk now. No grin, just a savage stoic look before she revealed herself to all of the parties assembled. His eyebrows actually shot up at this daring displayed by the woman and he took in her beauty for a moment before catching his breath. It was decided inside of Ammon's mind, this woman? Would be a worthwhile diversion.<br><br>After all of the distractions however, Ammon decided to resume his training. Taking up two wooden swords, and calling over one of the men to challenge him. The man bore a sword and shield, and charged forth at Ammon unwisely with a low sword slash. Stepping over it, Ammon twisted elegantly and rained down heavy blows upon the man's shield before twisting once more and knocking him to his back with a thrust kick. Unsatisfied with this challenge, he frowned a bit before allowing the man to rise back to his feet and beginning his onslaught once more.
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 02:30:47</strong>
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				<strong>Aulus, SW corner of training grounds facing cliff side</strong><br><br>The young soldier would have to indeed thank the guard for allowing him to observe the training grounds of the Ludus, under condition though that he kept at the southern side of the grounds to prevent distraction.&nbsp; A condition which Aulus would honor with noble cause.&nbsp; True to his word he remained at the southern end of the grounds, eventually moving to the cliff side out west.&nbsp; He kept his distance though less to worry the guard, Antonious and himself.&nbsp; Aulus though wasted no time in looking at how these slaves and gladiators behaved, since he had only known roman soldiers, and the small encounters with barbarians which ended up either dead or sent to Roman Provinces.&nbsp; He wouldn’t be surprised in fact if perhaps one of these slaves was of the Pontus origin.<br><br>His observation would be interrupted at a sudden gust of wind that blew against the sand lifting it to life around Aulus.&nbsp; Naturally harmless like any other gust of sand.&nbsp; Yet so long as he remained here he was be entranced by a degree of nostalgia of a recollection but only a few years ago.&nbsp; Ah yes….how this place if you exclude the estate and grounds, reminded him very much of his travels to the East with the Legion.&nbsp; Even now his memories which he had hoped to have been ridden or could even forget resurface to scarred mind, unable to break the spell even when remaining entirely awake.&nbsp; Mars would toy again with his little puppet, reminding him that despite being an innocent young man, there was also son of mars calling for freedom, by any means necessary.<br><div align="center">Training - Spartacus- Blood and Sand - Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfhIh-rWxeA#ws)</div><br>The mixture of sand escaping the confines of the ground and the unyielding heat left his mind locked in a hypnosis that distorted where he was truly.&nbsp; One minute he was staring at a building housed in the back of the training grounds (to the North), the next his eyes filled with images of what seemed to be Tigranocerta during the first invasion of the Armenian capital.&nbsp; He remembered that battle as clear as the day he fought there.&nbsp; The sound of a bird filled the skies as Aulus dared to look up. His sky blue eyes looked upon a carrion gracing him with his presence reminding him what will happen when his life passes.&nbsp; These birds always knew when blood was about to be spilled.&nbsp; Back in Tigranocerta he remembered fleets of these scavengers ready to feast upon the freshly dead.&nbsp; Mars’ first trick would be the sight of cataphracts approaching him.&nbsp; Aulus eyes unfolded the fear he once beared during his first battle with these war machines.&nbsp; &nbsp;Men mounted on beasts bred for war covered in armor leaving no spot unguarded.&nbsp; Their spears tall and forged to stop even Roman armor, and their swords stung like any other.&nbsp; What made them so well know was their lack of fear and their numbers.&nbsp; He remembered this battle where his commander, a man named faced an army that heavily outnumbered him, with no hope of victory.&nbsp; His only solution a attack from a hill directly at the enemy cataphracts.<br><br>His body was filled with adrenaline as he watched the cataphracts surround him.&nbsp; Each one attempted to pass by and skewer the young man.&nbsp; Each attempt was a failure for with all that armor the calvary soldier held, Aulus carried no armor making him quicker, and more agile.&nbsp; Each pass was met with a perfect perry, as if he was like a wind and practically untouchable.&nbsp; Mars would most likely be showing slight amusement by such a display but without blood there could be no true enjoyment, for that was the Roman way.&nbsp; This illusion was not something&nbsp; so attention grabbing from those outside Aulus dream for if anyone was seeing him he would look like he was before: observing.&nbsp; <br><br>The dream however continued to get out of hand, and Aulus knew he had to put a stop to it.&nbsp; Recalling that very he remembered how he attacked such creatures.&nbsp; For all that armor that guarded these war beasts persona, they failed to protect the legs of their horses.&nbsp; His gladius, of custom design unsheathed from there scabbards gripping tightly in his palms.&nbsp; His body crouched into a low position performing a sweeping motion to attack the horses unarmored legs.&nbsp; The wounds which normally would erupt in a spray of blood distorted the image into a gust of sand taking the entire figure with him.&nbsp; With that attack his mind was able to snap from his hypnosis recalling back to reality.&nbsp; He was still in the shame observational position, but his hands were behind his back grasping his two blades by the hilt.&nbsp; His body exhaled deeply as he released his grip from them.&nbsp; How he wished these memories would stop haunting him.&nbsp; Of course that would all be an afterthought as the sound of Antonious voice caught his attention from a sudden beckoning from his guardian.&nbsp; “Aulus my boy, could you come help me with this satchel. You seemed to have tied it a little to tight for me.”&nbsp; &nbsp;A foolish error, but a cautious one, so to prevent any of the merchants goods from escaping.&nbsp; Aulus stood from his kneeling position moving back east to the outer courtyard to help with Antonious’ request.<br><br><strong>Antonious, temporary setup in the outer courtyard (roughly same time as Aulus’ flashback)</strong><br><br>Even passing through the first obstacle, Antonious only would be met with another obstacle.&nbsp; While he was allowed inside with Aulus into the Ludus he had to remain out in the outer courtyards.&nbsp; Apparently, at least from what Antonious could predict, the carriage from early was carrying a noble family to visit the Domina and Dominus.&nbsp; If that were the case it was probably better this way then.&nbsp; Perhaps he could get lucky and attract even more business with the unexpected guests. Of course that was but an afterthought as Antonious maintained his temporary set-up.&nbsp; With all the wares spread out on the table, he could allow anyone to conduct business with them so long as they payed the proper coin.<br><br>Mercury’s fortune would smile on him as Antonious would see a new guest enter the Ludus (Liliana).&nbsp; Much like the guests like earlier, she had arrived in a carriage as well, establishing a being a member or part of the Roman nobility in the province.&nbsp; From Antonious’ point of view she was indeed a flower to indeed behold.&nbsp; Her skin so beautiful, even if he could not touch, would be as soft as silk or even water.&nbsp; Hair so fine and course like the finest breeds of female mares, it shined like the finest of jewels.&nbsp; Clearly she was of good pedegie, and to be alone.&nbsp; Strange how that was, normally women like her would be married, at least one would think.&nbsp; Of course her mind was set on the fine stock of slaves being broken in preparing for their initiation of becoming gladiators.&nbsp; Also there was the view of the gladiators which no doubt would curl the blood of the woman but in a more intoxicated form.&nbsp; However, he needed to attract her attention if he had any chance to make a profit.<br><br>“My dear lady, perhaps I could interest you in some assorted goods?&nbsp; Perhaps some fine jewelery to appease even the mightiest of gods.”&nbsp; His stretch of the word god of course relating to the gladiators.&nbsp; Reaching for one of the satchels that contained another assortment of jewelery seemed to have been tied to tight for Antonious’ flimsy fingers.&nbsp; The boy certainly did a good job in keeping anything from escaping. “Aulus my boy, could you come help me with this satchel. You seemed to have tied it a little to tight for me.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 12:40:20</strong>
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				<em> Waits quietly with her husband, and has thoughts ....</em><br><br><br>The huge elephant of a woman waddled after her husband ripples passed across her flesh beneath her rather delightful and most expensive clothing. She was of course wearing the finest of the fashions that were in Rome at this time. Though if one were to be honest they still looked like a sack of something unpleasant on her. However it was certainly not a sensible idea to upset this woman, after all she had the ear to many people of power.<br><br>She had another fondle of the guard that was helping her then sent him on his way, most likely to go and scrub himself clean. Of course this enormous and unpleasant woman noticed how her husband fawned over the most attractive woman. Well at least this time it was not a male, though she expected that Bastian would&nbsp; be doing the same over her husband soon enough. After all the man was impressive, most impressive Matrina wondered just how far he would go for more power within the empire…. <br><br>Matriana had at least stopped eating, for the most she was quiet, watching her husbands behaviour,&nbsp; Amplus was wearing some clothing which was a small blessing,&nbsp; at least for manners sake. For the most she just imagined the ways that her husband might die thus allowing her a rather more ‘interesting’ husband. Sometimes Bastian forgot his place, and perhaps she might have to remind him when they were in a more private place.<br><br>Of course Matrina smiled politely at Valeria Caerellia Renate and her most delightful husband, though was still quiet until her own husband, or rather the pathetic wretch that she had married allowed her to speak…allowed her indeed…Bastian&nbsp; would certainly be receiving some words later. Well that was unless he bought her some entertainment so she might be quiet or for the most not berating him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 13:56:27</strong>
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				"<strong>Stop that!!</strong>" A voice billowed through the room, Cariad deep in lullaby, her back stinging as the air washed over the welts.<br><br>"<strong>This is a house slave!</strong>" His words pulling her from the meditative state, they seemed familiar to her. So Cariad was to be a house slave, working within the precious confines of the house. <br><br>"<strong>You know what you're doing...?Anyone should know slaves and especially beautiful, female slaves were more valuable when they were undamaged, unscarred. "Out!!</strong>" <br><br>Cariad lifted her head, biting her lip against shouting at the guard as he left the room, mumbling something under his breath. Wincing as she straightened up, trying to stand tall before the medicine man and the wild looking girl in the corner.<br><br>After checking the room to make sure there were no guards, she lifted her head, her dark matted hair sticking to her face as the perspiration jewels her skin. <br><br><em>"Yr Meddyg?"</em> Her tone questionable, a slight wince as awaited the second beating. When it didn't come she relaxed a little, but didn't move. Fear holding her to the spot for the first time in years. The tools and implements of pain and torture hanging from the walls. Her gaze falling on the dark haired girl with a fire in her eyes. Curiosity growing as dipped her head.<br><br><em>"Helo tân yn llygaid."</em> Hoping that her words would be soft and friendly, but doubting it so. Drawing her gaze away from the "Fire Eyes" girl in the corner, her eyes falling on her tattered clothes. Her pale skin showing through the rips, the lacerations seeping blood down her back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 16:30:43</strong>
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				<strong>~ Liliana in the outer courtyard of the Ludus, standing near Aulus ~</strong><br><br>The man’s hazel-brown hair seemed to reflect the golden sunlight, and the blue of his eyes reminded Liliana of the open skies on a warm summer day. But as her gaze locked with his, she saw that it was as if clouds were passing over an expanse of sky, his fixed stare not seeming to even register seeing her.&nbsp; As she turned back toward the sands where the gladiators and slaves separately gathered, one of the gladiators glanced momentarily in her direction. The exotically attractive and powerfully built man wore his black hair long, and his tanned skin was a few shades darker than her own soft olive skin tone. The arrogant smirk that he bestowed dismissively upon her spoke of many things, but mostly of a confidence that was enthralling to behold. She chuckled quietly at his smugness, and wondered if all gladiators possessed such self-assured audacity. <em>Perhaps embodying the role of gladiator demands such a bold persona</em>, she thought to herself, <em>for victories in the arena were certainly not wrested from death’s grip by the meek.</em><br><br>Turning her back on the captivating spectacle of the magnificent warriors gathered on the training sands, Liliana leisurely walked back toward the Ludus entrance in the outer courtyard. With her long, dark brown hair pulled up off the slender column of her neck to spill down the graceful curves of her back, the slight breeze her movement brought against her heated skin as she moved was a pleasant, if small, relief from the sweltering heat. The lightweight fabric of her soft green gown moved silkily against her body as she walked, the airy folds billowing gently around her moving form.&nbsp; As her violet eyes spotted the scrawny but kindly aged man she knew to be Antonious and his makeshift merchandise stand, she smiled in greeting at the old merchant as she moved to walk toward him. Well aware that the glittering weight of emeralds displayed in her jeweled hairpins and encircled around her slender wrists would be as an enticing beacon to the merchant looking to line his pockets with coin in exchange for his proffered goods, her smile widened at the merchant’s enthusiastic greeting. <br><br><strong>“My dear lady, perhaps I could interest you in some assorted goods?&nbsp; Perhaps some fine jewelry to appease even the mightiest of gods.”</strong>&nbsp;<br><br>“Good Antonious, it is my deep pleasure to at last make your esteemed acquaintance,” she spoke in honeyed tones, not surprised the merchant had no idea who she was; the subject of wives was not one to often come up in conversation between businessmen. Or likely not a subject often spoken of by men in general, she laughed quietly to herself. “My husband, Gnaeus Petronia Nerva has spoken to me in high regard of you and of the quality of your wares.”&nbsp; She graciously began to peruse the various items the merchant had on display on his table as he worked to remove the remaining items from their packing.<br><br><strong>“Aulus my boy, could you come help me with this satchel. You seemed to have tied it a little too tight for me.”</strong><br><br>Curious as to who the “boy” was that Antonious referred to, she raised her eyes from browsing the merchant’s offerings to see who this Aulus might be. A warm smile lit her face with pleasure as she recognized the stoic countenance and pleasing form of the handsome yet distant man she had noticed near the training sands. <em>Mmm, apparently the two of us are destined to meet after all,<em> she murmured cheerfully to herself as she watched Aulus approach. </em></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 22:29:03</strong>
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				<strong>~ Domina Valeria: meeting with Bastian and Matriana alongside the Lanista~<br>~ Villa inner courtyard ~</strong><br><br>Once her guests were settled, further curt smiles were offered in response to complimentary words from the former Primus Pilus in regards to the hospitality of her household. The vain woman was accustomed to the eyes of men and women alike gracing her beauty, so her flattery was absent genuine feeling. In her younger years, Valeria may have felt both gratitude and humility, yet in her matured years she only felt indifference. Only when Bastian and wife were seated, did the Domina descend in one, fluid motion onto the daybed opposite. The mood was not informal enough for her to lounge fully, so she kept her back rigidly straight, pressed her knees together, and let her hands come to rest on the gentle dip of her lap. With a nod to the two slave girls, one circled behind the guests with the offer of grapes upon a silver platter, while the other filled three goblets with honeyed red wine, to be passed to each of the gathered party. All the while, Valeria would pay attention to Bastian, first and foremost. Though her gaze occasionally wandered towards Matriana, especially when he made reference to her. <br><br>Concerning the first request, Valeria's smile gradually lessened. There was plenty of room, for the time being, but that wasn't the point. Permitting guests residency required such time and effort on her part, not to mention finances. Then, one glance to the large woman had the Domina almost sighing in revolt; the Matriana was sure to eat them out of both house and coin in a matter of feeble days! For now, Valeria tensed her jaw, en-caging her loose tongue while attempting to remain civil, calm and collected. The three 'C's that usually secured pleasing temperament in these social situations. The only sign of her want to refuse the offer with politely manufactured excuses, was the caress of her palm across the smooth gold at the adjacent wrist. A minor fidgeting gesture, but one that her husband at the very least, would recognise as negative reaction.<br><br>At the mention of Amplus, who she presumed to be the male slave by his master's side, the Domina felt a light frown nudging at her dark brows. Already she was examining the contours of his semi-naked form, but mostly, she wondered if the master understood the dangers of Gladiator training alone. The glance towards the slave's groin caught her attention, and naturally, she answered it with her own lowered stare. Perhaps what lay behind the loincloth would allow her to better judge the potential of the male? <br><br>Then came the subject of payment, and naturally, Valeria's smile widened slightly. In the brief pause, she brought a violet grape to her lips. A gesture of intrigue to counteract her previous anxieties. If the man was going to pay for his wife's gluttony alongside further investment upon his slave, then she supposed she might find the strength to suffer the stench of the woman. The bath would need a firm scrub after her use though. Before she could speak however, the senate contender was exercising silver tongue once more. Reaching for another grape, the Domina held it elegantly poised between her fingertips, until the first was fully swallowed. A light chuckle lofted through the dry air at the man's wants. Outsiders always wanted to view her stock, so she popped the second grape upon her tongue, hardly put out by such an ordinary request. The only words that amused her, were his ample regard to coin and the obvious persuasion it offered.<br><br>“I am quite certain we shall be more than delighted to accommodate your requests.”<br><br>She was about to add more to her verbal arse-licking; the breath was inhaled to instil further words, and yet, she was forced to hold it within the cage of her ribs. For no sooner had she begun to wonder where her husband was, and what could possibly be keeping him occupied for so long, when the lion was upon her. First, she heard his footsteps approaching. Then, she felt the invasion of his unmistakable presence coming up behind her. At last, the touch of his possessive hand upon her lightly tensed shoulder had her releasing that bated breath at last. The manner in which her linen, lavender stola was fastened over cream tunica underneath her left bustline, threatened to unleash the bounce of her breast should she bend forwards too far. It also offered perfect vantage point from his towering position over her, and no doubt he would feel the way her shoulders lifted to accommodate the deeper breath she inhaled at the sound of his imposing voice once more. With a widening grin, she moved her right arm to cross between her cleavage, and rested her hand over the Lanista's. An equally possessive and challenging gesture, but also one that gave the illusion of a very happily married couple. Her thumb lightly stroking across the coarser skin, as she dutifully allowed Bastian to speak once more. The slave girl meanwhile, immediately brought a filled goblet to the master of the household, before stepped aside once more with submissively bowed head.<br><br>“As I was saying, my dearest,” the Domina at last interjected. “I see no reason why these requests cannot be met. The business of coin is no doubt to be discussed man to man, yet allow me to suggest one, <em>little</em> thing.” Her seasoned voice adopted a more matter-of-fact tone as she let her gaze settle on Bastion. Another grape being casually rolled between her fingertips. <br><br>“For one, I do hope you are aware of the dangers a gladiator might face, even upon the sands of training. Least not to mention the costs of training and upkeep... I for one would like to be assured of his worth. Let his loincloths be removed, so we may judge the size of his... <em>virtuous</em>.” <br><br>A light nod to her favoured handmaiden confirmed the order to proceed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaMale</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 23:05:10</strong>
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				<strong>Manius, Discussing with Bastian the terms of their agreement, beside his Domina in the inner villa </strong><br><br>His fingers gave her shoulder a tentative squeeze, eyes locked hotly upon the bust of her cleavage which had risen by her breaths to become painfully apparent to the master of the house. His tongue flicked out wickedly over his canine at the sight and as his female crossed her arm over her bosom to touch his hand, it pressed her breasts all the more closer, the line betwixt them deepening until he craved a moment to run his tongue down it. <br><br>Instead, his eyes flickered to his guests whilst his hand idly trailed down the Domina’s shoulder, across her collarbone before he could pluck the plump grape from her fingertips. He dipped his powerful frame slightly, bringing her delicate fingers to his lips and taking the juicy nub between his teeth, letting the tip of her finger slip inside to touch his tongue before he let her hand fall away gently to her lap. He bit into the fruit and the sweet nectar filled his mouth, saturating his taste buds. He had always adored making such shows to the guests surrounding him, who often cast him envious eyes he returned with lethal depths of pits. ‘Twas often the term used for his eyes. Flaming pits. <br><br>The requests had him arching a brow and his expression remained calculating even as he let his fingers curl around a goblet offered to him without sparing the slave girl a glance. He brought the cool metal to his lips and drank as if with indifference to the male’s words, finding them tedious and seeing insolence in his seeming request. <br><br>Stroking his knuckles down the strong curve of his jaw, where the faint shadow of stubble lay, he eyed off the man and saw him twitch discretely in his chair under the studious look. The woman beside him, no doubt his wife, squirmed for entirely different reasons as she explored the Dominus’ body with keen exploration. He held no interest in the grotesque woman who paled in comparison to Valeria who sat beside him, visibly relaxed in his presence. His fingers idly toyed with his goblet confidently. <br><br>“For such a request to be granted, generous coin is a necessity. I will not put gladiators at risk for the sake of one’s training.” He remarked, striding down the steps gracefully with slow agility, his movements without thought as he let his hand travel the back of his woman’s throne. His fingertips tracing through her lush hair before his hands braced against the arm rests and he leant over her with his mouth beside her ear, eyes travelling her features intently. “Her will is your command.” He rumbled, at her words of... virtuousness. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 01:13:35</strong>
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				Nakia brought the Master wine when he appeared finally. Her head was bowed slightly to not look him in the face, but raised enough to catch any non-verbal signals from her Domina. Like the one that had just come on the heels of her words. Nakia was quick to move and does her Domina’s bidding before anyone can object. With a quick snap of her wrist, she manages to tug the loin cloth off the slave standing there. <br><br>She drops the cloth to the floor and moves to stand beside her Domina opposite her husband. Her head down as she waits more orders. And while she waits, she carefully plucks the choicest grapes off their vines and hands them one at a time to her Domina as she requires them. She keeps an eye on her Domina’s goblet as well as her husband’s, refilling as necessary. By her thoughts, the other slave can care for the guests.<br><br>Her thoughts are her own as she listens to the verbal sparring. She isn’t overly thrilled herself with having the other female living in the villa, but it isn’t her place to object. She is already mentally deciding how best to accommodate having the beast living here for however long and her husband as well. Already she has sorted which rooms she’d give the couple to keep them far from her Domina and annoying her further. She reviews their current stock of things, and decides she will need to speak to the head housekeeper about getting more supplies of food so they don’t run out in a few days times.<br><br>Though she is the Senior Slave to the Domina, she has made it a part of her duties to stay on top of all things concerning the villa. It allowed her to stay on top of current events and head off any unpleasant news to the Domina that she could give instead in a better frame than some messenger. Finally sorting things to her satisfaction, she gives the slave a once over, just in case her opinion is asked later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 04:32:53</strong>
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				"excellent, excellent..." Lupis Dae smiled under his helm looking down at the warriors fighting. "But I want to add a bit of spice to the fight" he looked over to one of the other spectators then to Manius "I'll pay for the damages... throw beastiarius gear down, and let a lion in to the ring." there was a simple reason behind this, he needed people, good fighters, if Vestia was to put on her show, she must have the best. "I'm thinking of holding a tourniment in honor of Vestia at the Aquelius arena. Wichever of these actually performs the best, I might buy as the champion of Vestia." he looked casually downward into the gore soaked arena "may the gods choose wisely."<br>He smiled a wicked grin under his mask, leaning foreward, angling is head down so that they could see he was watching them.<br>brutality, gore, violence, this was entertainment!<br>He had nothing really to do but take another sip of wine, lean backward and enjoy the scenery.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 10:46:07</strong>
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				<em> Sorcha does not want to be manhandled.</em><br><br>As the guard tried to grab at her Sorcha almost gave him a smile, though it was perhaps more of a curl of her lip, a snarl perhaps. Her eyes were narrowed and they were still filled with a passion, though there was nothing erotic in that passion it was anger and pure hate. He was easy to dodge, for the pict was fast, and the fact she had now escaped was somewhat of a shock to him. The pain in her hands and arms only added to her venom and spite. <br><br>First this wretch was kindly given all the spittle that Sorcha had been gathering in her mouth in his face and a well planted knee to the groin. Even through his own pain, the guard was able to grasp the young pict, and grabbing her arm which already was pain, one might consider that a mistake, a rather large mistake. The pict let out a cry of pain and then used the fact he was so close to bite his ear. She bit of the top of it with sharp teeth and abhorrence. He shouted in his own pain and let her go.<br><br>However she was like a trapped animal, there was nowhere for her to go even if she left the room. As she stood, crouched and snarling and ready to leap on any that came to close, that might try to chain her again. Once more she rolled her shoulders and started readjusting her joints so that they were not so painful and were more useful.<br><br>Slowly her temper was calmed a little as she spat out the piece of ear she had been chewing, and the fact the guard was still bleeding offered some pleasure. Her head tilted a little at the bleeding woman, she did not understand her words but the tone was pleasant enough. She was offered something close to a sort of soft growl or perhaps it was a whinny.&nbsp; Though Sorcha remained low and ready to attack, for she trusted no one…at least for now that would be foolish.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 13:03:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>~ Cingetorix leaving the training sands to bathe ~</strong></div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Doctore - <br>“All of you. Bathe. When that is finished, you will eat. Then you will wait upon the pleasure of the Dominus.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Like a statue, he stood stock still, eyeing the doctore with steely blue eyes as he was instructed to bathe and eat before being presented to the Dominus. He watched in defiant resolve as the doctore stared at the woman to his right, explaining to her what she could expect of her new life here at the Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis. He witnessed the recognition spark in her eyes as she understood his words and the meaning in them. Aside from her sleeping quarters, she was to be treated as any other slave being trained as a gladiator. She would receive no preferential treatment here. Train hard and succeed, or die. Those were the options presented them<br><br>He almost felt sorry for her, but he had long since lost his capacity for such feelings. It seemed that his only friend in this life now was his hate for all things Roman; a hate that was consuming him, killing who he was and giving rise to a different man. The thought of his dead wife still haunted him on occasion in an attempt to rob him even of this. Reminded by her of the virtues found in people, her memory often sought to sustain the few remaining virtues that she had found and loved in him and even to revive virtues long lost to him.<br><br>He was jolted from his tortuous reverie by the site of this woman to his right who had now ripped free her scant remaining thread of clothing, tossing it aside without a second thought. She stood stark naked and defiant as ever amongst a Ludus full of men, as did the bear of a man opposite her. He had heard no instructions to strip here and so saw no requirement to do so. He couldn’t understand these two bringing such unwanted attention upon themselves in this strange, new environment where they were dog meat and everyone else were the big dogs. <br><br>They were directed to the gladiator bath by some guards and he quietly took up the slack in the chains about his wrists and ankles, ruined by their cleaving with the massive shield. Giving his head a subtle shake at the pair, he followed behind Ryann and Berenagrius as they began to leave the training sands, though not so close that he might be confused in be friendly with them by anyone who might be watching them. At this thought, he glanced about, as though to see who might be taking particular interest in them. <br><br>At the eastern edge of the training grounds, near the gate, he noticed a dark haired Roman woman talking with a merchant and another guard, but to his relief he had noticed no overly interested onlookers at the moment.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Berenagrius-<br>"Not sure if you understand the Roman tongue boy, but you might want to put some quick in your step if you don't want a beating again."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>“Boy.” The word rubbed him the wrong way and he found himself liking Berenagrius less with every passing second. The man’s casual attitude about everything that was happening was really troubling to Cingetorix as well, acting as though they were simply visiting some unpleasant relative and Ryann was his long lost cousin who needed reminding of how unpleasant this relative really was. The man might be big and strong, but he had his doubts when it came to the man’s wits. He made a mental note to try and steer clear of this man whenever possible.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>~ In the Gladiator Bath house ~</strong></div>Finally reaching the bath house, Cingetorix silently moved towards one of the baths. He tugged at the wrappings of his loin cloth, loosing his manhood and tossing the dirty cloth aside before stepping down into the bath. The water was cold and dirty, but it would serve its purpose of cleaning the dirt, sand and sweat from his body. Knowing, nor trusting no one, he glanced over his shoulder at Berenagrius and Ryann again as he began cleaning himself as instructed, paying special attention between his legs, his backside and his pits. Soon he would be fed and then would be presented to his new Dominus and Domina. He could only hope they were more respectable than his former Dominus.<br><div align="center">(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5302/5630767144_6c264784a4_m.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 19:58:40</strong>
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				~<strong>Ryann, in the baths</strong>~<br><br>Oh but she could feel the heat of the Egyptians eyes upon her flesh as she walked towards the baths. And even though she had never lain with a man, she was very keen to desire. Ammon equaled desire in a very dangerous and delightful way. Perhaps it was her naivete, or her luck, but she had managed to stave off all unwanted advances so far, whether through violence or cunning. Yet there was something in Ammon that caused her to indeed act a bit reckless. But was it recklessness really? Or was it simply survival tactics? <br><br>Berengarius was following her, speaking incessantly. He never seemed to stop. And although his words held the ring a truth, he was grating on her nerves. As his deep tone followed her into the baths, she would finally stop, her hands working into fists as her fierce emerald gaze finally settled upon him. When Berengarius stopped speaking, she simply stood there before him for many a silent moment, staring up into his eyes, rose-hued tiers pulled into a thin line as he jaw worked with the silent grinding of teeth. With a hiss she would step up to him, and for the first time her voice would be heard. Sweet it was, sultry timbre holding delicious tones, even with her clipped accent.<br><br>“ Do not presume to tell me how to act. Everyone is my enemy until I deem it otherwise giant. I am to survive here yes? I am to fight here amongst these men yes? If that is the way, then let them come. Let them see who is within this flesh they might desire...”<br><br>Her gaze would travel hotly, heavily over his body, flicking around the large German to take in Cingetorix as well. Now this man, he was quiet. He was watchful. He was plotting. She could see it within his eyes, within the way he held himself tight as a coiled spring. Silent he was even as he finally stripped and slid into the water. She would look again to Berengarius, snarling up into his face.<br><br>“ I am to fight with you, amongst you. I might even have to fight against you. When you need to slit my throat for the whims of the pathetic Romans, will you still be telling me how I need be mindful of my personal welfare?”<br><br>A last step towards Berengarius and she was up on her toes, getting as much into his face as she could, a stiff finger jabbing into his chest as she hissed harshly at him. “ And I am no little child. I am the daughter of the Ard Ri. I have known battle, blood, death. I have survived through several lines of chains. I will show all here I am a force to behold, or I will die. YOU...” another jab of a cracked fingernail into his chest.. “ are not my Father, nor any of my Brothers.”<br><br>With a low growl she would whirl away from him, moving to a bath on the far wall, splashing into the water. Her back she would set to both the men as a bucket would be grabbed, filled, and water sluiced over her head. She would make the attempt to ignore them both as she enjoyed the first bath she'd had in a long while. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 21:23:33</strong>
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				~Doctore - At the training grounds~<br><br>Gaius stood in front of the crowd of assembled gladiators, sweat from the heat of the sun glistening down his chiseled muscles, patiently allowing the new assembled troops to be situated.&nbsp; It only made sense to give them the chance to rest from the difficult journey, to eat and to be ready for training.&nbsp; He needed to see what they could do under peak conditions.&nbsp; They would learn what their true potential was, and they would be broken from it, forcing them to surpass it.<br><br>As he noticed one of the gladiators starting to check out a few of the girls, the whip suddenly unfurled from his meaty fist like a venomous serpent, splaying back with a swing of his arm and exploding with a Crack upon the gladiator's shoulder.&nbsp; The tip of the weapon circled around the boy's arm, and the Doctore yanked him back into focus.&nbsp; "Pay attention, fool.&nbsp; Three years in my service and have I taught you nothing?"<br><br>The boy jumped with shock, gripping his training weapon a little tighter, a hand going to his arm.&nbsp; "But...but I..."<br><br>"You are here, on the training grounds, fool.&nbsp; Your mind must be here as well, for when you are in the Ludus, your mind must never waver."&nbsp; He stepped forward, staring down at the boy without patience or lenience.&nbsp; "Do you think there will be no distractions in the arena?&nbsp; Do you think the pretty girls will not be there, watching you, making eyes and lusting for you?&nbsp; The time for pretty girls is not when the weapon is in your hands.&nbsp; Even that woman understands why she is but one of the soldiers.&nbsp; Why cannot you?"<br><br>"I...but she..."&nbsp; The boy tried to answer, but only ended up stammering.&nbsp; The Doctore's whip snapped once across the boy's side, drawing a flesh gout of blood.<br><br>"I've seen more young fools die to the eyes of a pretty girl's distractions than to the lions, arrows and blades combined.&nbsp; You must come to understand that this is life, that the Ludus does not leave you time for you to collect your thoughts, to kick back and relax.&nbsp; While you are here, you will learn to live, and you will learn to fight, or someone else will teach you to die.&nbsp; That training, you'll find, is much simpler."<br><br>The Doctor's eyes glanced over the battlefield to notice that they were listening to his lectures at the cost of the battle.&nbsp; "Raise your swords!" he commanded.&nbsp; "If you don't already know this, you'd best learn to listen while you fight.&nbsp; Pretty girls are not the world's only distraction."
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 05:06:48</strong>
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				It was odd the way the young woman snapped at Berengarius, but he understood it. Lock a person up who shouldn't be, and you cage an animal without food. Sooner or later it will bite the hand that feeds it, and much much more. Though her words reminded him of himself at her age, he couldn't help but laugh lightly as she stuck her finger to his chest before he stepped into the baths. His eyes looking into hers as well as his body turning slightly after entering the baths and watching her. Sighing he looked to the younger man for a moment "You are not the talker, that I can obviously see boy. You at least know the right way to start."<br><br>Nodding to the man he stood from the bath he was in and walked to Ryann entering the bath with her as he sat on the opposite end. His large bulky body was toned everywhere, and it really meant everywhere. It looked as though he was bred to be a bear and lost his fur. No doubt the child hated him for acting like an older brother, though he was probably as old as her own father. Sighing slightly he ducked into the water and emerged sliding his short hair back as he wipes his arms, and chest, and face clean of the sand that kicked up from the earlier scuffle.<br><br>Smiling slightly he shook his head as he took in again what the little Celt had said. He looked towards her, keeping his eyes as much as he could off her body, he was trying to help her not rape her. Though his hardening groin was annoying him in the water, luckily the water was becomingly slightly dirty and cloudy, his almost solid manhood was hidden at least. Looking her over as she bathed he sighed again and grit his teeth, she would be hard to get to that was obvious, but she was right. He would soon face her even if it took years. "Giant....Celt? Bear? Wolf? Animal? These are all likely terms used for us, minus the celt for myself child. As far as you being a child, you are one, you have no discipline in your own body to take one enemy at a time, rather than calling the entire horde on you at once."<br><br>Continuing to wash himself he gazed to the man who was washing himself as well, the quiet one. He was a thinker no doubt, but Berengarius figured he had enough demons of his past in his head to deal with the current problems. He no doubt would spring into a fight quicker than most. Though he sat cleaning himself quiet for a moment he turned and glared at the woman again. Though he stared with a concerned look and a complete awe of her youth and beauty Berengarius snapped himself mentally to calm his own lust. He was double her age at least, and he was a piece of hammered meat that was going to die in the Arena's less the fat man would allow him to compete for his own freedom. Berengarius laughed slightly at the whole fucked situation he was in once again. <br><br>One set of chains to the next was all it was, he could not wait to be free of them, taking a woman by force would also give him the control. Slitting the fat man's throat would be ten times the affect. "Fighting them all at once, when you could take them one at a time is not courage, nor noble, nor with honor. It is knowing you are committing suicide Celt. What is your name anyways lass? The roman's take to calling me Berengarius, saying it means the Bear Spear. Probably cause it is what i use. My given name of the Bear is Ger'hild Brunhild, meaning that of spear, battle and Armor. I was raised to be a protector in my youth, and now I am a killer. If I shall ever cross blades with you Celt, I assure you that will be the day I meet my end. Taking a child life you must be insane to think I would slit that throat of yours. Besides, your years behind taking on an animal like me." Berengarius looked at her for a moment and winked before smirking and washing his face some more, wiping the dirt and grime from himself from the heat of the Roman's lands. It drove him mad at times.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 12:45:26</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus calls the guards<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>Autolycus’ glanced back at Cariad as she spoke up or rather babbled away in some barbaric tongue. She hadn’t responded to his words from before. He couldn’t help but wonder if she understood Latin at all. There was no doubt she was a fresh slave too, probably straight from the battlefields in the North. It was clear from the proud way she held herself, the way she too foolishly insisted on fighting her captors, if a little less viciously than the Pict. His green eyes traveled up and down her body then, much like the guard's eyes had before but there was no lust in his expression. Oh she was a fine-looking woman, but Autolycus was a medicus above all and so he looked at her wounds rather than her curves. Nothing life-threatening there, but she'd need some treatment to be made presentable. <br><br>It would have to wait 'till later. At least until after the Pictish woman was secure. <br><br>He looked from Cariad to Sorcha just in time to see the latter spit in the guards face, kick him in the groin and then... “Πέoς-Πλούτων!!*” He cursed as the feral woman bit off the guard’s ear. The man screamed, then staggered back, his hand clutching the side of his face. Blood seeped through his fingers and down his neck. <em>More work</em>, the medicus couldn’t help but think. And one dead Pict if she kept this resistance, this trouble-making up much longer. <br><br>“Burrus!! Guards!!” Autolycus shouted, his voice carrying well into the adjacent training yard. “Get in here!!” <br><br>Then, when the reinforcements entered, “Secure that woman! And be careful,” he added sardonically. “She bites…”<br><br><br>*Lit. Hades' cock
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 14:38:38</strong>
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				<strong>Bastian’s proposals are accepted</strong><br><br>Bastian found that he was being drawn in quite easily by Valeria gestures. He was in particularly transfixed by the way in which she consumed the grapes. He was glad that his garments were quite loose as her behaviour was quite arousing. As she considered the many proposals, he found it easy to imagine what her lips and fingers could do in the servicing of his quite ample cock. The way she handled the grapes with such procession only helped to excite him further. <br><br>Pleased at her acceptance of his proposals and that of Lanista Manius, in his agreement with his Domina’s suggestions, he smiled relieved that he would not need to travel further in order to acquire rest and refreshment. He nodded to her in acceptance that Amplus be exposed, so that she can better appreciate his virtues. <br><br><strong>Amplus and his twitching cock</strong><br><br>Before the exposure, Amplus could not help but notice that Domina Valeria was looking at him or more accurately, his groin. Without thinking, he moved his feet apart a little wider for her to get a better look. As he did his cock shifted to accommodate more of the loincloth. This would have not gone unnoticed. He remained in this position for sometime. He found that her attentions made his cock twitch as it moved around the loincloth like a large snake trapped in a basket. This of course caused the loincloth to move in such a way as to suggest that it may soon loosen too much as to fall to the ground. The loincloth at the best of times would struggle to hold such a prize from within. He tried to focus on something else to relieve the slight increase in size of his cock with every second. Unfortunately wherever he looked, all he saw was beauty. In the end his distractions brought his eyes upon the Domina’s favoured handmaiden (Nakia). If he was to look upon beauty it may as well be her. She was quite comely and alluring, he thought. Her close proximity was not helping. He could just make out her sweet fragrance. He was brought out of his day dream by a swift gesture from Domina to slave and there he stood naked as his loincloth dropped to the floor. Relieved that he would not feel embarrassed as his loincloth did not fall prematurely as was his main concern, his cock softened as it became exposed for all to see. He could never understand what all the fuss was about. Were not all cocks as big as his, he taught. His masters was considerable too, he had taught when it found it’s way into Amplus’ mouth or arse, however, he had only ever seen his masters. So he stood there with his cock twitching and swinging from side to side, as he considered what he could be requested to do next.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Bastian kindly reminds them of there place and takes the advice of the Domina</strong><br><br>With the sound of Amplus' cock swinging in the breeze near Bastian's ear, he looked to his wife and made another suggestion “Before we continue this discussion I would request that my wife be shown to our quarters, as I am quite sure she is feeling tired offer such a long journey.” Upon her removal, which took as long as he expected it too, as once she is down there is very little, other than the offering of food, that will get her up anymore quicker than a beached whale would be able to get back to the sea without assistance. However, after a little time and the aid of several slaves, she was indeed up and on her way to rest. <br><br>To attempt to alleviate any concerns that they will be eaten out of house and home, Bastian remarked “Of course it is not just coin that I offer here today, but a significant increase in your reputation. As you will see as the evening progresses you will find that my wife and I are quite familiar with the Senate and upon hearing that you were responsible for aiding such visiting dignitaries, as ourselves, this will obviously aid you in establishing this Ludus amongst one of the greatest.” Rubbing there egos a little, he continued “If that is of course of interest for you, as I have found that pride can so often get in the way of making the right chose, wouldn’t you agree?” Not pausing for a response as the question was more rhetorical than actual, he began his suggestion “Now that you have accepted our proposals, whilst here and once I have departed, I will make it my first priority to sing you praises, so to speak. This will only assist you in elevating you to the ranks that you most obviously deserve.” Gesturing only good will and kindness, he commented “This of course will depend a great deal on how we are treated during our stay under such a fine Ludus as yours but I would imagine this to be of little consequence as so far I have felt most welcome.” Moving the conversation towards Amplus, he pointed out “As for Amplus” as he glanced over his slave’s quite abnormally large cock “I do think that you will be more than compensated should he injure or maim any of your man. Besides which, I only ask that he train here for a little sport. If you decide that this would be too dangerous then perhaps he would serve better attending to any other whims that are of interest to you.” Taking on board the Lanista’s additional words in regard to him suggesting that he heed Domina’s wishes, he reflected for a moment and with the utmost respect he informed them of his station “Lanista, I say this with the highest respect, for it is not you wife’s command that is needed to be followed here, nor is it yours. Unless of course your words are directed at Amplus. If that is the case then I decree that he is at your command.” He smiled at the both warmly “Within reason of course. After all this is your house. If it was directed at me, however, if you wish to gain more respect both with me and all of Rome then it will be my wishes that are followed here.” To attempt to reassure them that this as not a retreat but a statement of fact, he softened his speech a little and smiled warmly, before continuing. “Like I said, I mean no disrespect. However, it is probably wise to understand my families station a little more so as to aid you in how to address me in future. This is not blackmail; this is just the way of things. Like I said we need not beat one’s chests here to make a point as we are all friends or at least that will be my wish in time. As all I want to do here is rest and be merry and if that elevates your house to greatness along the way then more the better for all of us. Upon elevation, which is certain, I request no recompense as I will get much reward from seeing such a fine group as yours rise to greatness. Again apologise if this was indeed directed at Amplus as if so, you can put my statements to one side for now. All that aside, however, on this occasion, I think that the good Domina is right.” Directing his conclusion towards the Lanista “So due to yours and her concerns, I think it would be wise for Amplus to stay out of the training area for now until the other gladiators get used to his presence and that he spends more of his time by my side or indeed in other areas of the Ludus satisfying the whims of you both; the Domina and Dominas of the fine Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis. We can always send my wife down into the training ground for target practice, should we desire it. I jest of course but the thought has crossed my mind.” At that he laughed merrily and proposed a toast “To Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis and it inevitable success.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 19:26:41</strong>
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				<div align="center">Cariad observing Sorcha - Autolycus' Room</div><br>The Medicine Man looked over her body, but not in the same way the guard had before. Cariad tried to slow her racing heart as fear and trepidation rose within her. The room becoming too hot for her as she slowly sank to her knees, keeping her head upright and her hands behind her back to show she meant no harm.<br><br>Her hazel gaze falling upon the "Fire Eyes" as she fought so skilfully against the guards. Her admiration building as Cariad witnessed her taking a bite from the biggest of the guards ear. The blood dripping down the petite woman's chin looked almost feral, but that's who the woman before them was. It was pretty evident, that she had lived a very different life to Cariad. Cariad cocked her head as she watched the commotion, not daring to move an inch, but eager to see how the "Fire eyed" girl reacted, how she moved as she fought to be freed from the restraints of her captures.<br><br>Cariad was aware of the pain searing through her back, and the blood that slowly seeped it's way down her flesh, but chose to ignore it, for there was an apt distraction. A chance to learn, to be educated in the ways of another. Cariad kept her position and did not move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 22:32:43</strong>
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				<strong>~ Guard Captain Burrus losing his patience with both Sorcha and the Medicus ~<br>~ Ludus training grounds; Infirmary hut ~</strong><br><br>Following the authority of the Dominus, the guard captain had remained upon the sands to ensure that order was kept. With the departure of the Domina and her long trail of house-slaves, he would not risk chaos breaking out during that vulnerable exit. Lesser guards were quick to respond to the demands of the Lanista, sending the requested women to the Medicus. It may not have been his place to interfere with the actual training upon the sands, but Burrus had his eye on both the pict, and the new recruits. So long as they all remained upon the training grounds, he too, would have his guards remain. For Burrus knew the weak spots of the villa, and would not jeopardise the safety of his employers.<br><br>With blade sheathed and hands clasped behind his back, he patrolled the sheltered, wooden decking in front of the Gladiator's designated mess hall; keeping his eyes fixed on the movements of the muscular bodies ahead. Some stabbing at wooden dummies, and others beginning to spar with one another. The distinctive lash of the Doctore's whip was no stranger to his ears. Two burly guards would follow the new recruits to the baths; eyes mostly on the Gladiatrix as she would eventually strip. They knew to stay alert though, knowing that Burrus would answer failure with instant dismissal. There were plenty more unused soldiers craving a simpler livelihood, to take their position.<br><br>With his strategically close proximity to both the infirmary and the gladiator's training weapons crate, his ears pricked to the first sign of conflict within the walls. It was easy to get the gist of it, so he didn't bother to cast a glance to the dismissed guard. In the end, it would be his call to decide if the man had acted out of turn, no matter how much the Medicus grovelled for discipline. A simple, open palmed hand gesture told the guard to remain outside the door to the shack. Burrus barely had time to resume pacing however, when the real commotion broke out. The dismissed guard was quick to run back into hut at the sound of shouting and a strangely male scream, but Burrus stalled a moment. His Military tactics coming into good use. One guard should be enough to control the situation, but he wanted to personally make sure everything was back in order.<br><br>Upon seeing the staggering guard clutching spilt crimson at the remains of his ear, his comrade immediately turned attention to the crouched Pict, and drew his sword. Treating her as a wild animal, he jabbed in her direction at the air, threatening her while also trying to keep her pinned to the wall. His free hand unstrapping the whip from his belt and uncurling it, getting ready to strike at her...<br><br>...But he wouldn't need to. Instead, the authority of Burrus stormed through the doorway with a thick net in his grasp. Attention flashed to the bleeding guard, which fortunately allowed him to more quickly piece the scenario together. Wasting no time, he shoved the other guard aside, and suddenly threw the weighted net over Sorcha, hoping to catch her within in. How the woman had managed to escape her bonds was beyond him, but rather than let her stand and straggle to escape the net, his beatings upon her back or shoulder or leg, whichever area was available to him, came harshly with the flat of the wooden training sword. Three swipes, or however many it would take for her to submit to both silence and stillness. With each one, he rose the wood high before it came down upon her. The punishment was enough to have the burly man breathing a little more heavy.<br><br>Finally stepping back, he barked loudly to the Medicus without taking his eyes off the pict. <br><br>“You were to calm this one!” As if the order had been so simple. “By order of the Dominus...” The unsheathing of his blade finished the sentence. He did not strike directly, but raised and pulled his arm back into the easily translated position. The pause long enough to be convinced there was still hope for the wild creature.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 00:48:43</strong>
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				<strong>~ Domina Valeria, suffering multiple distractions ~<br>~ Ludus Villa; inner courtyard ~</strong><br><br>It was of course, quite difficult to focus on Bastian when proud husband devoted such attentions towards her. His crafty theft of her grape had provoked a silent sigh mixed with her exasperated longing. The rougher warmth of his tongue in contrast to the smoother texture of the grape, had her own taste buds watering beyond the parting of her pout. To be so public in front of those slightly beneath the Senate, was perhaps asking for trouble. But Valeria could hardly stop her gaze from switching to what she deemed to be the attempts at apology. Inwardly, she was amused, for her Dominus would have to do much, much more than this, to make up for the slaves he had purchased.<br><br>As Manius' powerful form came to relax beside her, the polite smile upon Valeria's lips transpired with a twitching at the corners, into a far more narcissistic smirk. The wood of the daybed creaking to the additional weight placed upon it. Subtle seduction, if ever it were, oozing through her pores as she kept her poise so magnificently controlled despite the invasion of personal space, and the heat of her husband's stare upon her assets. It always pleased her to be granted whatever she wished, especially when former husband had been so disastrously prudish and most unfortunately ill-equipped to handle her base desires. In gratitude, she turned her head to touch forehead against his. A far more loving and appreciative gesture, if now short lived by the sound of un-dyed cloth being dropped. Valeria's gaze would lazily descend upon the exposed 'virtuous' of the slave. Thickly defined brows soon lifting over dilating eyes. Much bigger than she expected, perhaps <em>almost</em> enough to compete with husband, though it was difficult to tell from afar.<br><br>“My my...” She heaved a deep breath that expanded her chest most visibly. “He has been blessed by Priapus indeed!” <br><br>Already she was mentally questioning what the stamina of the great beast would be like. How many times before he would be completely spent? How long it would take for him to bestow seed... or for&nbsp; how long he could hold out, for that matter. All the assessments that would determine how much of a 'man' he truly was and thereby, his potential as a Gladiator. Without taking eyes from dangling cock, the Domina waved her dismissing hand to the lesser of her handmaidens to escort the Matriana to one of the guest rooms. The motion accompanied by the snap of her circular fan, releasing the wooden blades as she began to fan herself. The sight and her more delectable thoughts, were bringing a heat to her skin that the sunlight was not responsible for.&nbsp; <br><br>Much to her dismay, both the removal of the gluttonous wife, and the flapping tongue of ageing Roman, ruined the rest of her enjoyment. Though at first, his ego stroking was pleasing enough for her to waft her fan more quickly, it soon turned more sour. The prospects of Senate patronage were without a doubt, quite appealing to the Domina. Yet it seemed Bastian had been <em>overly</em> blessed by Apollo's tongue, enough for the gift to be rendered a curse instead. Despite her attempts to interject, she found herself gaping wide with the promise of words absent sound save for the stalled gasp of interrupted syllables upon her lips. Hopelessly, she cast her dark mahogany gaze to Manius, as if to say 'look what your inappropriate tongue has done now!' <br><br>By the end of his great speech, the Domina was quite beside herself. In fact, she had even grown tired of having the slave's manhood in direct sight. An irritated flick of her fan towards his floored loincloth commanded that her favoured handmaiden re-affix it around his waist. There were few things that could silence her, and most options were provided by her husband alone. To be stilled to silence by this aged man had her quite beside herself. Of course, she had exchanged formal smiles, and more than once sought flaming pits of her husband instead. It seemed wise to allow the man to prattle on, even if her attentions were not entirely with him. Eventually, a politely forced chortle escaped her tensed pout as the Primus Pilus attempted light-hearted jest at wife's expense. <br><br>“You are much too cruel,” she raised her goblet with the toasting. “It has been said that the absence of wife may prove to stir unrequited feeling.” Curving both brow and one corner of her lips at her choice of quick wit, she paused a moment to exchange glances with Manius, before continuing. Though she turned her apologetic gaze to Bastian, it was the Lanista who would feel the tender touch of her hand, as it was placed upon his thigh; thumb brushing over the inner muscle. <br><br>“And, let it be known that I am <em>most</em> certain my husband did <em>not</em> mean to cause offence.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 03:50:34</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia, doing Domina's bidding ~<br>~ Ludus Villa; inner courtyard ~</strong><br><br>Nakia’s gaze flickered briefly to the activity of removing the beast from the room. She then went back to giving Amplus a looking over. She quickly moved towards him at her Domina’s bidding. Pausing in front of where his loincloth fell, she gracefully lowered herself to a squat. Balanced on the balls of her feet, she grabbed the cloth without removing her eyes off his body. Up close, she scrutinized every bit of him, noting marks, scars and anything else that caught the eyes. With an ease born of practice, she lifted herself back upright with just her legs. Nakia walked around to stand behind Amplus. Her hands came into view on either side of him, one holding the cloth. As her hands came together so the other could take up the cloth, she studied his backside from top to bottom. Nakia brought the cloth up to his waist and then worked to tie it off. Once done, Nakia stepped back and finished her observations. <br><br>She then moved around him and walked back to her Domina to stand beside her once more. Nakia went back to keeping the goblets full of her Masters and plucking the choicest grapes for her Domina or Dominus. She kept her eyes cast down like a good slave, though little escaped her attention, having developed excellent peripheral vision. She processed the conversation, but kept her own council. If her Domina wanted her opinion, she’d ask later when they were alone. In the mean time she thought on Amplus to pass the time. He was definitely well built both in body as well as member. It would be a shame to see the beauty that was his body marred further by the arena, but one couldn’t tell one’s Masters no. The few scars he had now only enhanced his beauty. But she hated the idea of too many more appearing on his body, as that would become obscene and detract from his beauty.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 11:02:58</strong>
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				<em> Sorcha is in a net and making pictures, oh yes and she is pissy</em><br><br>Sorcha remained in the corner; she was growling and snarling daring any to come too close to her. As they did not understand her language and she did not understand the filth that spilled from there mouth, each word they spoke brought corruption and vomit. In her mind they were weak, and they would fall, perhaps not to her hand but their power would crumble for they no longer heard the land. She could not understand why the man that lived in this place of weapons and strange metal objects stayed, for he did not look like one of them….was he a slave too did he want to escape? Did they pay him with metal circles? This man was a strange one; there was serenity about him, much like the shaman in her settlement. Perhaps this man knew magic’s. <br><br>The pict was able to keep the first guard away he was easy, even if his sharp blade cut her, he too would feel her teeth were as sharp. It was hard to decide which was more intimidating her bite or her bark. Certainly this woman felt trapped and thus she was becoming yet more fearful and thus more aggressive. She briefly looked to the bleeding woman that was kneeling on the floor, why was she not able to fight back? Why did she not fight?…her language was something from a dream…Sorcha spoke through the snarls then<em> Fight them…do not give up…</em> There was desperation in the tone of her voice. She hated to see such a beautiful creature caged.<br><br>All Sorcha wanted was to escape was to smell cool air again and feel the fierce winds and the snow upon her skin again, to run with the small ponies and the wolves…the pict felt so stifled in this burning place that stank of stale piss, blood and death. She was about ready to make a run for it, to make for her escape when the huge man came in. Though his words were nothing but gibberish he indeed had bearing and it was a bearing that cause her to pause for a moment, and in that moment the net fell upon her.<br><br>Of course she struggled against it, Sorcha was a fighter, oh not a fighter with style she was as wild as the lands she came from. The pict took the beating without even a cry of pain, though that was difficult and took a great power of will. She looked up at the man her nose a little bloody and her body bruised. Even so she was strangely attractive, for the passion and defiance in her eyes remained, certainly she had an exotic appeal very few of her kind had been captured before.&nbsp; <br><br>It was then she put a finger to the blood under her nose and then with it drew a spiral on the ground, along with two other simple pictograms similar to the ones she had left on the cart. Of course she was afraid of this man that had just beaten her but Sorcha did not want to show it. Much of her anger and aggression came from not being able to communicate. That and of course the fact she was a bitch from the pictish tribes that had lost her son and mate to the unnatural metal men. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 17:48:42</strong>
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				<strong>~Cingetorix in the gladiatorial bath house with Berenagrius and Ryann~</strong><br><br>He had scrubbed his entire body with special attention given to the places that counted the most. Cingetorix finally stood from the bath, water trickling deliciously over his well toned muscles as he stepped from the dirty water. He tossed the scour on the bank of the bath and glanced at the bulk of a man sitting in the bath talking incessantly to Ryann like two long lost friends who were catching up on old times. His caramel eyes gave an indignant roll as he started to turn to fetch his fresh, clean loin cloth from the slave waiting outside the bathhouse, as they had been instructed upon entering.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "You are not the talker, that I can obviously see boy. You at least know the right way to start."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He had taken all he could bear. Turning to face the man nonchalantly, he slowly padded toward the two, eyeing the man with disdain. As he neared Berenagrius, he reached down and picked up a small wooden stool, promptly flipped it so that he was holding it by one leg and then gave the stool a mighty swing in an attempt to smash it into the big man’s face. “Aaaaaah!” He yelled with the might of the swing, muscles tensing and tightening all over his body.<br><br>He realized before he made the attempt that it was a foolish thing to do, but the man’s constant talking and lofty tone had wore on his nerves far too long now and he was no longer able to curb his desire to make the man just shut the hell up. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 23:23:03</strong>
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				<strong>Aulus, Outer Courtyard approaching Antonious' temporary kiosk</strong><br><br>With all this Ludus’ splendor and glory, it was enough to keep the young soldier occupied.&nbsp; Unfortunately, like any dream he would have to wake up to reality.&nbsp; That wake up call being Antonious’ beckoning to him.&nbsp; So now he must return to what he had originally set out here to do.&nbsp; To acquire money from hopeful prospects to generate coin for his guardian.&nbsp; An opportunity now stalled by Aulus’ basic knowledge in tying knots.&nbsp; Though not in any rush he didn’t want to keep the old man waiting which was why he choose to return at a more rapid pace that then that of walking.&nbsp; During his passing of the potential customer he gave but a brief notice to the patron.&nbsp; A female customer, something foreign to Aulus’ knowledge.&nbsp; Aulus had begun an understanding of trade, but the clients he had observed with of male origin, which made it easier to understand their needs and wants.&nbsp; Women were a completely different field that required Aulus to seek Antonious’ guidance.&nbsp; For the moment though he had a knot to untie.<br><br>Looking at the woven satchel he recalls the days of his training and the how he was instructed to always make sure that every piece of equipment&nbsp; was vital in order to function as one and as a whole unit.&nbsp; Such training remained burned inside his memory even after his first deployments, his veteran experiences and finally here after being honorably discharged (without his knowledge).&nbsp; Yet as his thoughts of nostalgic history lingered, he had to admit he as well had difficulty unraveling this puzzle he created.&nbsp; The knots had been firmly tied preventing any slack for the boy to grip in order to loosen the knot.&nbsp; The only window of opportunity coming from that of Antonious as he distracted the young woman<br><br>“I trust your husband is well.&nbsp; Last I heard his latest ventures earned him quite a fortune.”<br><br>Antonious was always for small talk, but apparently this woman was more known through her husband in the realm of merchants.&nbsp; Antonious had to admit that it seemed realistic that this woman would be in the hands of another through vows.&nbsp; No woman of beauty or pedigree would be allowed without a husband.&nbsp; Though one could not help but ask why she was here, in a Ludus surrounded by Rome’s finest blood wolves, and unescorted by her husband or even a guard force.&nbsp; Such questions and thoughts he would probably leave for Antonious to discuss, for now he had a knot to finish.<br><br>“I see you have taken a fascination with the stock that had just arrived.&nbsp; Do you have plans to……”sponsor”….one of them?”<br><br><em>Sponsor a slave……</em>a term he was completely aloof of.&nbsp; He understood the word to sponsor, but to sponsor a slave, how does one do that?&nbsp; Then again he still held little understanding of the concept of gladiator matches, but at the very least understood what gladiators were.&nbsp; Something he certanitly will have to confront Antonious about.&nbsp; He seemed the most likely to understand such things.&nbsp; Minutes would pass before the boy would successfully unravel the knot letting the strings fall and the satchel unfold itself.&nbsp; The sense of accomplishment left him with a small buzz of relief that only delayed his body.&nbsp; For while his body remained paralyzed his eyes watched as jewelery began to escape to the confines of the satchel to fall to the dirt infested ground.&nbsp; <br><br>His hand move quickly to catch one amulet of black pearls in time along with the flap of the satchel preventing the jewelery from escaping.&nbsp; A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he was reluctant to prevent any fiasco.&nbsp; &nbsp;At the same time though he felt eyes watch him like recent events were viewed in its entirety leaving a small sense of insecurity in Aulus’ spirit.&nbsp; He turned slowly to see that very woman’s eyes on him.&nbsp; What interested her about him was a puzzle he had no means of solving.&nbsp; Moving to the kiosk he carefully set all the jewelery on the tables edge making sure all pieces were accounted for, and with the addition of the black pearl amulet now resting safely on the table Aulus could present the next set to the woman.&nbsp; With nothing to mask his neck, the mark of the legion was in clear view of the female customer.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 02:19:51</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon in the Ludus</strong><br><br>Ammon had noticed the new recruits head off to bathe, he knew he'd have to soon enough. In the meantime however, he craved challenge. So he tossed both swords to his sides and cracked his knuckles gently. Beckoning him, Ammon spoke in a quiet yet highly audible tone <strong>"Come at me little man."</strong> The hopeful gladiator looked absolutely puzzled but hesitantly pulled up his sword and shield. Ammon looked into his eyes, <strong>"If you ever hope to bear the mark? All fear must be eradicated, you must embrace both the kill...as well as the certainty that one day you will die violently. Now come at me!"</strong><br><br>With that, the man launched towards Ammon bellowing out his fiercest yell while swinging his sword back. Ammon weaved hard to his left, and ducked under the swing before landing a harsh punch to the man's ribs. He managed to catch Ammon with a backhand shield thrust that caused him to stumble. Trying to press the attack despite the pain his ribs, he swung at Ammon once more before Ammon caught the man's wrist with his forearm and drove him back with a thrust kick to the shield. Backing his opponent off of him, Ammon twisted and grasped the shield. <br><br>His strength was superior to the recruit's it seemed because he wrenched it away and swung around catching his opponent in the face with the object before tossing it aside. This knocked the man to his back, and he spit out some blood on the ground before getting to his feet. Wild slashes were swung at Ammon who expertly sidestepped the telegraphed attacks before landing fearsome punches to the man's face and and midsection after each blow. Wearing him down, he eventually ended their melee with a brutal uppercut that floored him before pinning him down with his foot to his chest. <strong>"Pathetic..."</strong> Was all he said before stalking off to the baths.<br><br><strong>Ammon in the Bathhouse</strong><br><br>Ammon made his way into the house, stripping off his effects and setting them in a corner before making his way into a bath. Sinking down into the water, Ammon stuck his head down in the water before flipping his hair back and allowing the water to splash freely. This was done to remove the sweat, grime, and sand from his hair as he took considerable care in washing off the weariness of the day. Ammon could feel some tension in the air, and a smirk played out over his face as he glanced around. Resting his eyes on the large one for a second, he merely chuckled but didn't say anything. The man? He'd know soon enough, however his eyes wandered over to the quiet one for a moment. Perking up an eyebrow, he tried to figure that one out. The man had the right idea, keeping his fucking mouth shut. That rebellious attitude that the man displayed? Reminded Ammon of himself to a degree, which gave him a measure of dislike for the recruit due to that. <br><br>However the one who held Ammon's interest the most, was the female. She was definitely attractive. That was certain, it was her stubborn nature that really got his blood flowing however. It was a trait Ammon admired in a woman, and his lips curled into a very brief smile before he noticed the smaller one make his way towards the larger one. Apparently Ammon wasn't the only one annoyed by the man, as the quiet one was in the large one's face taking a swing at him with a stool. This day just got better, Ammon leaned back in the bath with a good deal of his hair in his face before crossing his arms over his chest.<br><br>The man's glee was evident as he chuckled some, curious to see how this event would pan out and which man would be successful in this contest and whether or not he'd have to eventually step in at any point.
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 11:01:45</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus wants to get to work already<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>Autolycus watched dispassionately as the blows rained down on the wild woman, now caught in a heavy net. The beating, he felt, was hardly necessary, but this was Burrus. The medicus has seen the guard captain in action before and had noticed how the man seemed to enjoy using excess force. He regretted having to call him inside, but he would not have been able to secure the wild woman himself. <br><br>The medicus' eyes flared then, as Burrus shouted at him, scolded him for not calming the woman. What did he think!? A few softly-spoken words and the barbarian would turn civilized!? But he ground his teeth and bit back a reply. Instead he focused once more on the Welsh slave, now kneeling on the floor and bleeding all over it. <br><br>"You'll permit me to treat your wounds?" He asked the woman, more for form than anything. He still wasn't sure if she even understood the Roman tongue. He grabbed Cariad’s upper arm and helped her to her feet, steering her towards one of the beds. "Please lie down so I can take a look at your back," he said, gesturing to make his intent clear in case his words did not. "And you," he spoke to the injured guard now. " Sit down," he indicated a chair, "And I’ll see what I can do about your ear." <br><br>Finally he acknowledged Burrus, now standing over the Pict with a raised sword. "Thank you captain for that timely intervention," he said in a quiet, level voice. No hint of anger now. "I should still very much like to try and calm this one," he went on, hoping the man would refrain from killing the Pict. At least the woman had stopped fighting and was now drawing pictures in the sand with her own blood. He had a feeling that quiet demeanor wasn’t going to last though.<br><br>"I believe she'll need to be secured." And since chains were obviously not enough to hold this one, "Do you know if there's a free slave pen?" He asked, "Or perhaps one of the animal cages…?" <br><br>That, he felt, would be strangely fitting.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 12:59:01</strong>
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				<strong>Ludus Villa; inner courtyard</strong><br><br><strong>Amplus’ showing whilst Bastian speaks</strong><br><br>Amplus, still standing and naked, watched Nakia, with his eyes, as she went around him. His cock still twitching as she followed the Domina’s careful instruction. His focus moved for a moment to the Domina, what was she thinking as she focused on his virtues? Questions of course he could never dream to ask her himself. He could not even smile at her complement of his size. And then it happened. All it took was for someone to say the wrong thing and his master was bound to get on his soap box. <br><br>Once Bastian had stopped he speech and taken a breath long enough for Domina to respond, Amplus found that Nakia was placing his loincloth back around his waist. Her proximity again excited him and within seconds he felt the blood warm his cock yet again. He watched her once again as she went back to her Domina’s side. It would take more then the gods for him to forget her gentle touch. Thoughts of her near him yet again filled his mind as he stood waiting patiently for his next command.<br><br><strong>Bastian warms to his hosts</strong><br><br>At the suggestion that his remarks towards his wife might have been a little too brutal, Bastian smiled at his hosts “Cruel? Yes you are probably right. However, on the idea that absence makes the heart grow fonder, I think not in this case.” <br><br>Bastian took another sip of his wine as he took what he perceived to be an apology with good grace. He had noticed the way she had looked at her husband to suggest that the Lanista’s words had perhaps been misplaced. Due to the gesture, however, he relaxed his tone considerably and was soon at peace yet again. He also knew that perhaps he did not need to address the misunderstanding in such an aggressive way. He would have to find a way to make it up to them. They would not regret the day that Bastian Grandis Fascinum graced their door that was for certain. <br><br>Once he was calm, once again, the subject of Amplus was raised. “Tell my Domina, what would you like Amplus to do for you next?” he suggested a possible next cause of action. “Perhaps it is time for him to be shown to his place of rest, if he is to remain here, as you suggested, and not with the other Gladiator for now.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 15:33:07</strong>
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				<strong>Some gossip from the slaves&nbsp; with&nbsp; phoenyx and Senti playing the £50.00 walk ons </strong> <br><br><br>“Oh my goodness did you see the size of it, he is surely blessed by the gods... well it might not be as big as the dark one. I have heard the darker they are the bigger they are….”<br><br><br>“Well do you know…I heard…” a young and rather plain slave lifted her voice, “Well not that I like to speak out of turn…..but … well the Dominus he might be getting rid of his fourth wife.”<br><br>Gasps could be heard then a flurry of. "No." "Really?" "So soon?":"But why?"<br><br>Another slave, a bit older and growing long in the tooth, nodded. "I am not surprised really. It was bound to happen that she would eventually find him out."<br><br>“All I can say is I am not touching the fat bitch… but on the other hand I might get to Rome.” <br><br>“Well he does like them young does he not…I think he might have his eyes on another…”&nbsp; a rather petite slave smiled and bushed a little. ..;<br><br>Another perked up “Do we get to inspect them…” a filthy chuckle passed from her mouth.<br><br>Nods went around and as well “Me either." Could be heard to echo in the room. "Though Rome would be nicer than this backwater maybe." A soft spoken little mouse of a thing commented.<br><br>“Well I heard that our most masculine captain of the guard seems to have an interest with the Greek man, the medical one, he ran there a little to quickly…” A rather ‘pretty young man’ that was organising grapes and olives turned and smiled.&nbsp; “Though I think there is something happening there, let me tell you I would not mind a moment with either….”<br><br>Oh, how interesting, and such a shame. I'd like time with either myself." The little red head spoke up again. "Maybe even both. But if they both prefer their own sex, I guess I wont get that chance. Good luck to you though, and you'll have to tell us how they are if you get such an opportunity"<br><br>Well perhaps you might watch..." the young man checked his own appendages "because I expect it might ...wonderful<br><br>The red head chuckled. ,"Watching leads to wanting to do." She sighed dreamily then eyes his appendage with him. "Course the three of you could be fun." She winks at him.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 16:32:30</strong>
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				<strong>~ Liliana in the outer courtyard, standing at Antonious’ temporary kiosk ~</strong><br><br>As Aulus brushed by her with barely an acknowledgement, Liliana’s smiled greeting dissolved into a small moue pouting over her lips. Since she had displayed rather overt interest in making his acquaintance, his apparent obliviousness to her presence brought both disappointment and curiosity.&nbsp; His bearing spoke of his assurance of his position in society, as well as an innate confidence - yet not annoyingly overly so. As she continued to watch him, the young man appeared to throw all of his focus into wrestling with the stubborn knot securing the satchel filled with more of Antonious’ merchandise, seemingly completely unaware of her standing nearby.&nbsp; <em>Despite his quite obviously manly form, was Aulus young enough to be lacking in experience with the company of women?</em>&nbsp; The thought brought a contemplative smile to soften the corners of her mouth upward. Her gaze widened in surprise when she noticed the unmistakeable mark of the Legion tattooed into his neck, and her curiosity was further piqued. <em>Perhaps the long struggles of waging war alongside his brothers in arms had swayed his tastes in more....masculine directions</em> she pondered. In her limited experience, soldiers tended to fall neatly into one of only a few different categories; the braggadocio womanizer, those who lusted after manflesh, those who had lost all or part of their sanity somewhere on the bloody battlefields, and that rarest of men, the gentleman soldier.&nbsp; She found herself wondering which category - or combination of categories - this young Aulus fell into. <em>Perhaps I shall make it my prerogative to discover the hidden mysteries of young Legionnaire Aulus,</em> she mused to herself. <br><br><strong>“I trust your husband is well.&nbsp; Last I heard his latest ventures earned him quite a fortune.”</strong><br><br>Antonious’ friendly yet craftily prying comments brought her attention back to the old merchant. Looking into his lined but pleasant face, Liliana felt that his inquiries were sincere and lacking the double entendre undertones she was so often confronted with. A married woman of wealth could prove prosperous for those around her, but the prospect of a wealthy widow - especially one who was young and beautiful to boot - would present strong temptation indeed for men of a certain disposition. She had absolutely no tolerance for men with heinously unscrupulous machinations toward her husband or herself. <br><br>“Ah, dear Antonious - yes, my beloved husband Gnaeus is well indeed, thank the gods - and he would most assuredly offer his profuse felicitations had he known I would be so fortunate as to make your acquaintance in his absence.”<br><br><strong>“I see you have taken a fascination with the stock that had just arrived.&nbsp; Do you have plans to……”sponsor”….one of them?”</strong><br><br>Taken somewhat aback by his frank manner, she was nonetheless pleased that the merchant apparently had no reservations about discussing business matters with a woman, a fact which moved the kindly old man further into her good graces.&nbsp; “In all honesty, my kind Antonious, I have no experience in the realm of sponsoring a gladiator.“&nbsp; &nbsp;Moving closer to the aged merchant so as to be able to speak in softer tones, she reached a slender hand toward his arm, lightly resting her fingers against the withered meat of his bicep. “Have you knowledge and experience of the arena and the business of gladiators?”&nbsp; Glancing briefly toward Aulus, she stepped back from the merchant, her cheeks blushing a slight pink as she moved toward the table displaying Antonious’ wares.&nbsp; “Oh, dear Antonious, apologies for my distraction from your purpose here - let us first discuss your business at hand, then perhaps we can converse later at our leisure with regards to my potential....investment or gamble, I have not quite determined which title better suits!”<br><br>Covering her mouth delicately with her fingers to stifle a soft laugh, Liliana watched in amusement as Aulus grappled with the satchel and the jewelry within. Charmed with his flustered countenance, Liliana approached the jewelry laden table. Quickly perusing the lovely adornments on display, a beautiful amethyst pendant necklace caught her eye. Pointing out her choice to Aulus and making sure he saw which item she meant, her violet eyes flashed mischievously as she looked directly into Aulus’ blue gaze and stepped in close to his body. Turning her back to the soldier, she reached her hands up to lift the heavy waves of deep sable brown hair off the elegant column of her neck, turning her head to look over her shoulder at Aulus as she spoke. “Dear sir...would you be so kind as to fasten that beautiful jewel around my neck so I may determine if I have chosen wisely?”&nbsp; The baring of the heated flesh of her neck previously blanketed by her thick hair felt delicious, and she closed her eyes in enjoyment as a gentle breeze wafted caressingly against her skin.&nbsp; Long tendrils of her dark hair danced around her face and fingers, and the diaphanous layers of her light green gown whispered softly around her body with the faint breath of air, the heady scents of rose and myrrh rising off her skin with the breeze, lifting her perfumed aroma toward Aulus.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 16:50:39</strong>
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				<strong>Rioghan at training, The Ludus</strong><br><br>The Celt only had mild interest in what was going on around him, he had long ago learned it best to if possible drown out the banter of the Ludus grounds even if it would be his desire to partake in the ribbing and taunting. But the Gladiator had skills to keep keen, he could laugh and joke later. Perhaps there might even be wine and whores if the Lanista was feeling generous. Rioghan had grown quite fond of wine and whores, with a preference of two parts to the latter for every one part of the former. For now however, he would just place himself in his trainings, focus on the wood upon which his faux weapon was put upon again and again, feel the harsh heat of the sun further tanning his once pale skin now turned bronze by its time in this far away land from when he came.&nbsp; Most others appeared to leave, to the bath house. He was sure he'd find himself there soon enough, to cool the ache of well worked muscle.<br><br>Perhaps it was instinct that took over, that guided his hands and feet as he danced a deadly dance around the training piece. But his mind began to drift with no apparent take from his efforts. Of course, if one had repeated the techniques as often as he had mayhap it would be expected that they could do it in their sleep as was so often described. His mind went back to his first fight for the Ludus, the panic and worry of what was going on around him in a strange place Even if he had fought many times before that, the first time in the arena was so very different. 
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				Post by: <strong>AlphaMale</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 20:41:45</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus Manius, examining his guests in the Ludus Villa, inner courtyard</strong><br><br>He rested his broad arms against the back of where her fine body resided, resting upon his great chair resembling a throne. His fingers idly traced through her rich locks of hair, mouth often venturing teasingly close to her ear, warm breath fanning across her cheek. The sense of her arousal was common towards the Dominus, powerful and seeming to throb in the air in time with her wee hole that acted as the warmest sheath for his shaft. His lips turned in satisfaction at her quiet sigh to his stealing of her fruits, and let his canines become exposed with his grin before he turned his attention to the guest with a look that became far more reserved. His authority and dominance caused him to be fairly dismissive of faux pas he made in public, seemingly above such as a king who would do as he pleased regardless of loyal subjects. <br><br>His woman turned her face to tenderly press her forehead to his and the beast closed his eyes in appreciation of the act, tempted very much to slant his mouth across her full rosy lips gingerly. Instead he cupped his cheek in his large hand and grazed his thumb there gently. He inclined his head to the slave who swiftly dropped the garments of the Gladiator. The master was no fool, he knew that no matter his wife’s lust and adoration of him that could not douse the bodily desires. Aye, the Gods had proven it in his own cravings for women. When he witnessed plump breasts revealed to his gaze... or a soft mound with the faint dusting of hair, his tongue became dry and eager for a certain nectar that could only be found betwixt a woman’s thighs. And the flavour was ever different... he savoured many like a fine wine, tasting the varieties and textures. <br><br>He watched Viviana’s breasts when they rose when she inhaled, the sight of the gladiator appreciated by her no doubt. A lethal darkness flashed in his eyes briefly though he was abrupt to push it aside. “Aye, he has indeed, Love.” He replied, nodding almost thoughtfully. Manius thought a foolish grin at her chiding glance towards him, knowing his inappropriate tongue was without remorse in most matters. ‘Twas his Ludus, he would do as he pleased and he somewhat enjoyed toying with the ignorant cowards who ever approached him. Had they ever experienced battle, blood, loss? Nay. <br><br>He waved his hand dismissively before following his wife’s lead and inkling his head apologetically, lips turning at her quick wit. “Indeed, I trust you comprehend I meant no insult.” He agreed, where he resided beside his wife. The feel of her hand curling around his inner thigh made him stiffen. His hand placed atop hers as he began to harden whilst delicate, wicked fingers ran over the muscle so close to his well endowed shaft. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 23:21:53</strong>
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				~<strong>Ryann, in the baths</strong>~<br><br>It was wonderful, the feel of water sliding over her flesh. Finger worked through long raven tresses, squeezing out extra wetness. Her eyes were closed, her back to the room, but she still felt and heard the presence of Ammon when he entered. Berengarius was still speaking, and though it would seem as if she were ignoring him, his words flowed over her. Caused her mind to tumble over itself.<br><br>He might drone on with no seeming end, but occasionally some of what he spoke held sway with her.<br><br>Finally she would pull herself to stand, water streaming over her skin, droplets settling to cling almost lovingly to pert nipples.&nbsp; Tossing her head back, her hair would sprinkle beads through the air, landing in spatters across the wall, an perhaps across the men as well. Her strong gaze would settle upon Beren as her legs carried her from the bath, streams of wetness flowing over her tight stomach, easing down muscled legs, dribbling to cling at the apex thighs. Fluid steps, her hips swaying slowly, would carry her forth towards the giant German, stopping in front of him. Her head would tilt slightly, wet curls clinging to high cheekbones, hips cocking to the side as a hand settled upon one.<br><br>“ You speak as if you know so much. Perhaps you do giant. Berengarius. But we are here at the whim of the Dominus. We fight who HE chooses. We even fuck who he chooses..”<br><br>A grin would crease plump lips, fingers tapping a staccato upon her hip. Such words from a virgin. Would these men be able to tell? Surely not.<br><br>“ You are kind to say you would not kill me. Such sweet sentiments. For now, some of what you say perhaps I will heed. You might indeed be able to show this 'child' a trick or two. But know this Berenagrius..” an emphasis would be put upon his name as she leaned a bit close to him, working her gaze over his own wet, muscled form.. “ If it comes down to it, I -would- kill you..”<br><br>With that she would turn away, moving to a bench where she would sit alone, allowing the water to dry naturally, running fingers through her hair to dry it as well. Though her face was serene, her heart was racing. Her mind was a-whirl. How was she to survive here? How long would her maidenhead remain intact? How was it that the Egyptian managed to capture her attention so earnestly? Lost amongst these thoughts as well as others, she did not witness the quiet one who had been chained next to her move at first. She did not notice anything until his hoarse cry echoed through the bath chambers. She looked up just in time to see Cingetorix fly across the room with a stool clutched in his strong grasp, intent on attacking the German. Green hues would widen slightly, but she remained silent, awaiting the outcome. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 21:43:13</strong>
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				It was a strange thing watching people gossip.&nbsp; Aulus could swear that time would pause the moment you homed in on a group of people swallowed in idle chatter.&nbsp; During his days in the legion he was only told what to do and from there he would get on with his duties.&nbsp; Even with the men he fought with he didn’t talk much to them, allowing himself only to know their names and where they were from.&nbsp; Watching Antonious and Liliana was so alien to him that little did he know that he was actually staring at them like a snake to a frog.&nbsp; Antonious dialogue began with first questioning her husband’s wellness, which allowed Aulus to first establish that she was a married woman.&nbsp; It seemed quite understandable, after all beauty such as Liliana is hard to not to take notice <br>of.&nbsp; <br><br>“Ah, dear Antonious - yes, my beloved husband Gnaeus is well indeed, thank the gods - and he would most assuredly offer his profuse felicitations had he known I would be so fortunate as to make your acquaintance in his absence.”<br><br>Antonious chuckled in humbleness at her endorsement of him to her husband, “If only he could reach me sooner, I am getting old my dear, and fear I may need to finally retire and settle down….” Aulus looked to his guardian with a slight degree of dismay on his face.&nbsp; Antonious did remember to note afterwards, “……but I do however have a promise that I must honor.”&nbsp; Antonious eyes fixed on Liliana moved towards the direction of the young man, as he struggled remember the order of setting of jewelry sets.&nbsp; <br><br>While the gossip continued on Aulus felt completely helpless as he tried to remember what Antonious had instructed him to place merchandise in a properly displayed order.&nbsp; There were so many factors one had to consider; what gems to use, length, positioning of set accessories.&nbsp; A nightmare off the battlefield it would seem.&nbsp; At that time Antonious had finally discussed about the prospect of her sponsoring a slave which caught his attention since he was unfamiliar with something such as that.&nbsp; Like a hungry wolf his curiosity was certainly getting the best of him.<br><br>“In all honesty, my kind Antonious, I have no experience in the realm of sponsoring a gladiator.“<br><br>Aulus would watch then as she moved closer to his guardian caressing his arm as she asked him, “Have you knowledge and experience of the arena and the business of gladiators?” A strange approach to initiate a question, after all wasn’t she a married woman?&nbsp; He had seen behavior like this before; very aggressive, leaving one no time to really think but to act out of instinct, a behavior very similar to the girls at the brothel where Antonious had been staying.&nbsp; Of course though Aulus hadn’t any reasons or claims to call her a prostitute, clearly in her stature and demeanor she was of a much higher class.&nbsp; A class that most likely was above his own, which made it all the more important to not embarrass Antonious.&nbsp; Which is why when she looked at him he could only look back, letting his sky blue eyes be displayed for her viewing pleasure, while his hair frolicked like leaves from a tree as a gust of wind passed around him.&nbsp; A moment that would last only for a while.<br><br>“Oh, dear Antonious, apologies for my distraction from your purpose here - let us first discuss your business at hand, then perhaps we can converse later at our leisure with regards to my potential....investment or gamble, I have not quite determined which title better suits!”<br><br>Around that time Aulus had collected all the jewelry needed along with the one he had a close call with.&nbsp; The woman’s interest taken away from the gossip now became focused on the wares of the old merchant.&nbsp; This part was always interesting to Aulus, since it helped him understand people’s tastes in merchandise.&nbsp; If he was going to learn anything….and believe me anything about this kind of career he would at least understand peoples tastes in such accessories.&nbsp; She was clear to point to him finally that the one necklace with the amethyst pendent was one she had a wonderful interest in.&nbsp; He moved from the back of the kiosk to move to the front picking up the necklace and placing it on the open palm of his hand.&nbsp; When he turned to face the woman so to bring it to her to try on, already she was right in front of him, her bodice grazing against his chiseled figure.&nbsp; His cheeks flushed into a bright red followed by a bead of sweat.&nbsp; Nervous, perhaps.&nbsp; If one had acute hearing you could hear the rapid beating of Aulus’ heart.&nbsp; Of course this would pass finally after she turned around showing her back followed by the lifting of her hair.<br><br>“Dear sir...would you be so kind as to fasten that beautiful jewel around my neck so I may determine if I have chosen wisely?”<br><br>This was something that Aulus did not expect.&nbsp; He had the impression that women were especially well skilled in dawning accessories such as these, and to touch a lady of such class, isn’t there some rule that low class citizens have no place touching high class ones?.....His head turned to Antonious with worry and distress written all over his face.&nbsp; Antonious only looked at him with a grin and the same old chuckle that seemed to rob anybody of any worry. &nbsp;“Go on lad, you musn’t keep a lady waiting now…its your sale after all”&nbsp; Aulus swallowed his worries away as he turned back nervously to the woman’s back.&nbsp; First he used his free hand to pinch the end of the necklace so to hold it with his right hand.&nbsp; Next he would he would both his arms around the sides of her shoulder so that they would be in front of her with the pendent ready.&nbsp; Of course to do this he had to get close to her.&nbsp; Close enough to the point to where their bodies were practically touching each other save for the garments that they wore.&nbsp; Even in this state Aulus couldn’t help but remained slightly flushed, and dripping with set, no doubt thanks to the sun’s assistance.&nbsp; <em>Jupiter’s ass what have I gotten myself into now…..</em>His thought interrupted by the smell of perfume which was indeed intoxicating, but would only interrupt his thoughts as he could not allow it to interrupt his attention to the customer.&nbsp; Using the finger from his right hand he parted the necklace bringing it to her neck.&nbsp; His fingers were slightly shaken and clumsy, as they glided along the neck and shoulder of her bare skin.&nbsp; His body acting on instinct forced in to take another swallow as if trying to find a means of ridding of his worries.&nbsp; Fastening would prove a little tricky at first, but after what should have been done in a few seconds but ended up in a couple minutes, she now was wearing the necklace.&nbsp; It was only proper to compliment her since it indeed enhanced her beauty.&nbsp; For a man of few words she would for the first time hear his voice, which was young and sincere, like a young lad from the schools of Rome herself.<br><br>“A most splendid choice, even Venus herself would cry in shame if she knew such beauty existed”<br><br>He hoped he had used the right words.&nbsp; He turned to Antonious whom seemed to be all nods and smiles.&nbsp; Of course that didn’t stop from forgetting to do something.&nbsp; “Oh my manners, where are my manners?....” His body let out a soft sigh of disappointment in himself.&nbsp; Another example to enforce his claim on age and proposing the idea of retiring soon.&nbsp; “Allow me to introduce to you my apprentice, Aulus Livius.&nbsp; I was given guardianship over him from Pompey himself.”&nbsp; &nbsp;His hand waving a small parchment that still held Pompey’s seal still attached to the parcel. “Young lad too, only nineteen I believe.&nbsp; Yet so young he served in the third war against the king of Pontus, and just returned as a matter of fact from 20 days campaigning against pirates next to Pompey himself.”&nbsp; All of course which was true, but not something Aulus did not like to declare so openly, however this was his guardian so perhaps he knew what was best.&nbsp; He nodded to her as he tried to hide the sweat from his brow.&nbsp; He bowed slightly with his hand raised almost as if to salute but instead was secretly wiping his brow of any moisture.”Please excuse my early silence, I’m not from around here so I do not know when it is proper to speak.&nbsp; It is a pleasure to meet you.”&nbsp; His eyes looked at her once more giving away again that strong glare, almost as if behind the shell of a model roman citizen resided an animal clawing for freedom.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 10:57:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad being tended to by Autolycus</strong></div><br>His tone was soft as he questioned her, Cariad knew that much. As he grabbed her arm, she rose to her feet. The welts across her back smarting as she changed her position, her muscles burning, the journey finally catching up with her as she slowly sits upon the bed. The linens and fabric feeling smooth against her sun kissed skin. Pulling the remains of her tatters clothing free from her body, exposing her naked flesh to the room before laying face down on the sheets. Her breasts pressed against the bed, her back dipping as the curves of her form adapted to the flat bed.<br>&nbsp;<br>Cariad's eyes began to feel heavy as she lay there waiting. The weeks of walking, being pushed and whipped as she trekked across the lands stripped of greenery had caught up with her. Her dark brown matted hair falling around her face, the wounds slowly weeping onto the linen beneath her.<br><br>Completely lost to the room, she was concerned for the Wild one in the corner of the room but her body was exhausted, her mind just as spent. <br><br>Cariad desperately fought the sleep but after the beating could not muster the energy to do so, possibly incurring another punishment, Cariad closed her eyes and slipped into the land of slumber. She missed the Medicine Man's hands delicately tend to her wounds, she slept so soundly that the pain merely washed over her. Occasionally she murmured in her native tongue, about her family, the lush green lands back home and the odd moan from the pain.
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 23:27:54</strong>
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				<strong>~ Some gossip from the slaves with&nbsp; phoenyx and Senti playing the roles of the various slaves.</strong><br><br>“A maggot and two dried prunes, and it’s from the horse’s mouth, Thalia told me she was fucked ….well if it can be called that by the Dominus.” <br><br>An older slave that was cleaning up the fruit, making sure it was free of poison carried on the gossip. “All I can say is there any wonder she was sent away, she knows.”<br><br>Gasps heard. "No way! Really? And all the stories before..." The pert redhead turned away from the male slave to comment with a shake of her head.<br><br>"Well, you know what I've heard?" the mousy one spoke up.<br><br>“Do tell, please…..” The girls giggled and stopped their work, there was nothing more exciting than gossip, well nothing but looking at the gladiators and what they had to offer.<br><br>"Well I heard that that woman, the one to be trained, she's able to take on five men at once." the mousy one nods vigorously.<br><br>“At the same time?”<br><br>“Yep, at the same time.”<br><br>“Well she is a barbarian and I have heard they are all sluts…personally she would not survive ….” The small slave with a gossiping mouth was given a spoon to the back of the head.<br><br>Another started, seeing she was free to let out a few gems, “You never guess what was found in the mistress’s bed chamber….”<br><br>"What? What did you find?" the curiosity ran high.<br><br>“Well let’s just say she likes to ‘play’ and needs something to compensate for that maggot…”<br><br>“I heard that she had something to satisfy him.”<br><br>"Really? What is it? Don’t tell me she's secretly a man, or one of those man-woman creatures?!"<br><br>“It would not surprise me at all, some of the things that have been found in the bed chamber….”<br><br>One of the male slaves spoke up then, “Well she always wears a rather loose robe does she not?”<br><br>Nods around and some thoughtful looks. "Yes, she does now that you mention it..."<br><br>“Do you think the female Gladiator is the same, my goodness that might be why she is being trained? We all know he wants to get to Rome… and that would be a show…”<br><br>There were a few more thoughtful looks as they put things together and came up with the usual nonsense.<br><br>“You’d never guess what I saw Aulus doing the other day.” This from a little raven haired girl.<br><br>“Do tell ….do tell” After all he was popular with the ladies, and more than a few men. “What did you see?”<br><br>"Well, I was out at the stables for an errand, and I found him in one of the stalls. He was behind one of the mares. It wasn’t until I approached that i realized what he was doing." The girl blushes. "He was going at it with the mare. She wasn’t objecting either I might add."<br><br>“Is he that big…I am thinking so…I would love some of that, I dreamt about him last night…” The older woman sighed “I just hope it was not one of the more important mares….and I hope no one touches the dogs … it’s so messy.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 10:48:47</strong>
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				<strong>Matriana being serviced in the Guest Rooms</strong><br><br>The colossal beast of a woman was help up the stairs by some of the stronger slaves, two pales and a female were in that category. Of course even though they bore strength it was not an easy process and the poor younger of the males that might have been considered ‘pretty’ was subject to her wandering and rather sweaty large fingers. The poor slave had to endure this for some time, as Matriana was not one that walked too quickly. The woman continued to eat on the way one could only wonder just how much she would manage before the final explosion.&nbsp; However the problem was that she had an ear to those in power and it was rumoured she could be rather dangerous politically, thus it might be beneficial to keep her happy.<br><br>Finally once in her quarters the woman sat down upon the bed, at least this one had been reinforced, there had been times before when a red faced host had been forced to make many apologies for his ill made furniture. Luckily one could only assume that the Dominus and his wife had taken certain precautions.<br><br>It was then this vile woman had the pretty male massage her huge ankles and feet, it was certainly a most unpleasant job. Especially as the view he had was grotesque, also the stench was far from fragrant. She had the female bring her more wine and yet more food. The other was forced to massage Matiana’s shoulders she did make other suggestions how they might service her. The vast woman also considered again the thought of buying a gladiator after all she had heard many were well endowed…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 22:05:16</strong>
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				As he warmed to his company and relax in their presence. This was helped by his wife being sent to her room. He could only imagine what debauched things she was insisting that the slaves perform to her. He shuddered for a moment at his thoughts before shaking it from his mind. <br><br>The apology from the Dominus was much appreciated but unnecessary, as he know in his heart of hearts that he meant no offence. This was after all his house. He did feel however, that the Dominus disserve a response. “Of course I understand and I hope you are not offended at my response as I meant no offence too.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 05:56:08</strong>
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				<strong>~ Liliana in the outer courtyard with Antonious and Aulus, at Antonious’ temporary kiosk ~</strong><br><br>When her mesmerizing violet gaze had locked with his limpid azure pools, Liliana had felt a tantalizing spark of the thrill of the hunt. Aulus’ guileless stare reflected back to her the wide-eyed uncertainty of a rabbit or a deer, a gentle creature that thought it might scent danger in the air but stood rooted to the spot, waiting to see if it would fall prey or escape. <em>And yet...and yet he bore the mark of the Legion!</em>&nbsp; A soldier could ill afford a gentle nature whilst battling in mortal combat ~ what an intriguing contradiction young Aulus was thus far proving to be.<br><br>Her dark fringe of lashes dipped as her gaze lowered from his eyes to enjoy the telling flush across his handsome cheeks. When the boy required encouragement from Antonious to place the pendant around her neck, her mind had settled on an answer to her earlier question which she had posed to herself. <em>Innocence it is, then,</em> she purred soundlessly, her observation confirmed with certainty in her mind when he did not respond or react to her playful flirting, but simply moved artless fingers to shakily drape the heavy amethyst around her neck.&nbsp; His naivete was charming and refreshing to her, and yet the feel of his strong fingers lightly brushing over the soft skin of her shoulders and neck was enticing. <br><br><strong>“A most splendid choice, even Venus herself would cry in shame if she knew such beauty existed”</strong><br><br>Soft laughter bubbled over her lips at his eloquently dramatic proclamation, as she twirled gracefully back around, releasing her long dark hair to cascade down her back once again, smiling playfully into the young man’s face.<br><br><strong>“Allow me to introduce to you my apprentice, Aulus Livius. Young lad too, only nineteen... he served in the third war against the king of Pontus, and just returned as a matter of fact from 20 days campaigning against pirates next to Pompey himself.”</strong><br><br>She wasn’t sure which delectable nugget of information intrigued her more; Aulus’ tender age or his apparent prowess in battle. <em>Nineteen.</em>&nbsp; He was only a few years older than she was when the flower of her innocence was gently plucked by a kindly man who at the time was already old enough to be her grandfather. <em>Is it possible our young Aulus has refrained from the over-indulgences freely afforded men at war?</em>&nbsp; On the heels of that captivating thought, visions of a youthful yet muscularly toned Aulus embroiled in heated battle against pirates, as the right-hand man to Pompey...she shook her head slightly to clear it of the delightful mental images distracting her as Aulus again spoke, presenting her with a gallant bow in her direction.<br><br><strong>”Please excuse my early silence, I’m not from around here so I do not know when it is proper to speak.&nbsp; It is a pleasure to meet you.”</strong><br><br>As she once again found herself sharing a fleeting yet intense moment of focused stillness with Aulus, their eyes fixed on each other’s gaze, she marveled at her unaccustomed feeling of indecision. <em>Shall I treasure and safeguard the boy’s apparent innocence, providing companionship and guidance to him as I would a brother-friend?&nbsp; Or, shall I partake of such an exquisite prize with enthusiastic abandon, introducing such a luscious morsel as he to the sensual delights that may still await his discovery?</em>&nbsp; Not certain yet of her decision, Liliana nodded graciously toward Aulus and returned his polite greeting, “Please, put your mind at ease, dear Aulus ~ you have been nothing if not proper. And indeed, it is my pleasure to meet you as well.”<br><br>Glancing around the courtyard to peruse any others who might be wandering the area, Liliana spoke her curiosity aloud, “So, Antonious...have you had the prior privilege of meeting with the Domina - and perhaps even Dominus - of this fine ludus? I find myself very much looking forward to making their acquaintance and determining if my aspirations toward participating in the gladiatorial games might bear fruit from among their stock. Pray, do share your knowledge with me of our illustrious hosts and their impressive ludus.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 22:46:27</strong>
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				<strong>Aulus, Outer Courtyard with Antonious and Liliana</strong><br><br>Aulus had to admit he didn’t know exactly what to say to break the silence.&nbsp; When he finally did though, his body took a deep inhale of air as he found himself caught in a more nervous moment.&nbsp; Questions flooded into the young soldier’s mind thinking whether he used the right tone, or perhaps the right choice of words.&nbsp; As his body remained pause the sound of his heartbeat echoed in his ears as he awaited the consequences of his words. &nbsp;“Please, put your mind at ease, dear Aulus ~ you have been nothing if not proper. And indeed, it is my pleasure to meet you as well.”&nbsp; A sigh of relief escaped from both the lips of Antonious and Aulus.&nbsp; She was indeed kindhearted and very generous which only left Aulus only to reply with a smile; a young, sincere, handsome smile that carried an effect of fluster with it.<br><br>Of course now with the necklace now attached to her, he pulled from the huge satchel an Egyptian mirror.&nbsp; One of the greatest wonders of the Egyptians was the creation of a material that was able to reflect one’s own image.&nbsp; Returning to Liliana’s he moved in front of her.&nbsp; So close was he that she could feel the touch of his moist breath of his exhales graze gently against the skin of her collar, just above the pendant.&nbsp; Making sure there was nothing behind him, he pulled his left leg back while it remained firm on solid earth, allowing him to bend slightly in a kneeling position.&nbsp; Of course the kneeling position wasn’t complete, but it was enough so to present the mirror to her.&nbsp; His hands were very careful as he tried to catch the best possible view for Liliana so to allow her the best angle for her to see herself wearing the new merchandise.<br><br>“So, Antonious...have you had the prior privilege of meeting with the Domina - and perhaps even Dominus - of this fine Ludus?<br><br>Aulus’ eyes turned towards his guardian, knowing very well the answer to that, but choosing to let him finish the answer. “I fear not my Dear, our arrival was interrupted by another group of guests whom seemed to have been expected.&nbsp; From what I can tell though it had to be one of the noble houses.&nbsp; You and I both know that nobility always has a way of outranking even the most expected of guests.”&nbsp; Some would take that as a complaint to Roman aristocracy.&nbsp; Antonious was that of a humorous nature, always seeming to find a means to chuckle after every sentence he finishes.&nbsp; He didn’t laugh this round however, but the young man knew that his guardian was laughing even if no one could see it. &nbsp;“Besides the company isn’t all that bad; I have a young man watching over me while I get him on his feet, and now I have a beautiful customer to grace us with her presence.&nbsp; Not to mention as a certain soldier noted, Venus’ competition.”<br><br>The last comments were not necessary, but this was Antonious we were talking about here.&nbsp; When has he never been outrageous?&nbsp; A wave of embarrassment exploded inside Aulus as his cheeks glowed red at the comment.&nbsp; His head turned to the side in humiliation, his blue eyes drifting away from her view.&nbsp; It was difficult alone to be so close to her, especially from the front.&nbsp; While he had held the mirror his blue eyes had taken the time to capture every angle, curve, even tone of the female client.&nbsp; If it weren’t for the mask of the mirror Liliana would have seen a red face that clearly showed he had a more intriguing interest in women, despite the fact that he had never even kissed a woman before, save for his mother.<br><br>“I find myself very much looking forward to making their acquaintance and determining if my aspirations toward participating in the gladiatorial games might bear fruit from among their stock. Pray, do share your knowledge with me of our illustrious hosts and their impressive ludus.”<br><br>This would be fun for Antonious since he was a man of information.&nbsp; Despite being primarily a wares merchant, most of his largest intakes of income came from information.&nbsp; Of course since this was harmless information, which left Antonious with the final decision to give this information to her for free. &nbsp;“Oh you wish to participate in the games?&nbsp; Well as you clearly saw the Ludus has acquired fresh new recruits so I think a shortage of men will be no trouble.&nbsp; The Domina and Dominus have a profound reputation.&nbsp; They are one of the strongest houses in the province, but share no need to flex their strength, yet many find them be the most respectful of noble families. With the next games approaching fast I fear a theme has yet to declared.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps you noble influence could progress the purpose or form of the game.&nbsp; I do know that many of this House’s rivals will be participating as well, so I fear some degree of bad blood to be in the atmosphere.” &nbsp;Antonious looked to the young boy with an observational gaze, as he tried to contemplate a plot a means to make even more money.&nbsp; Such was the life of a merchant. &nbsp;“Perhaps…….Perhaps a theme to recall glorious battles against Rome’s greatest enemies.”&nbsp; <br><br>Ah yes a game to recall this Republic’s glorious victories against her enemies.&nbsp; Most likely the only candidates for enemies were that of Carthage, Iberians, even the Armenians.&nbsp; Of course the Armenaians choice had more means of coming to life.&nbsp; After all, the old man was in possession of a tome of knowledge during the 3rd Mithridatric war.&nbsp; They say the greatest commodity is that of stories whom originate from a source that was there.&nbsp; If one could get a hold of that story, one could sweeten it with tales of heroics and valor for the glory of Rome.&nbsp; That tome could only look back at the lady with a curiosity that clearly surprised her by his lack of knowledge. “Gladiatorial games?.....” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 03:23:38</strong>
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				~Doctore, Bathhouse~<br><br>The door shook and then flew open with a savage kick from the Doctore, whip in hand and with a few of the slaves close behind.&nbsp; "What's going on here?" he asked in angry irritation.&nbsp; "Is the Ludus not enough for some of you?"&nbsp; His eyes fixed immediately upon Berenagrius and Cinegtorix.&nbsp; "Do you grow bored so easily, being given the chance to bathe and relax, that the fire within you cannot be contained?&nbsp; Or do you simply seek death so badly that you would sacrifice the glory of the arena and the money that the Dominus paid for your lives?"<br><br>He pointed back outside to the looming structure, likely only barely visible from the current vantage point of the bath.&nbsp; "The blood within your veins belongs to the sands of the Ludus.&nbsp; If you cannot at least strive to keep it within your veins long enough to be chosen for battle, then perhaps you should ask your owner to let yourself be flayed alive for the amusement of the crowd.&nbsp; At the very least, you can be put to use in a tragedy play, if you don't have the drive to be a true gladiator."<br><br>His eyes flicked over the rest of the assembled once, just to make sure that no one else was causing problems, before picking two of the slaves behind him.&nbsp; "Take each to his cell.&nbsp; They obviously aren't very hungry either, with all that energy they have to burn off."&nbsp; Then his eyes went to the one who had alerted him of the troublemakers.&nbsp; "Go and tell the Dominus what you have seen, that two of the would-be gladiators are all too ready to fight and to die, and ask him if he wants this handled by letting these two settling their differences in front of a crowd."
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 21:58:32</strong>
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				<strong>Naughty&nbsp; Senti&nbsp; and baaaaaad Phoenyx do it again</strong><br><br>“Oh by the gods….” The young woman that had been helping Matriana rushed into the kitchens. “Oh by the Gods it took all three of us and ….” The girl fanned herself “ Valanius …the pretty one is licking her….we know who wants to get to Rome.”<br><br>"What?" "Who?" Calm down!" "Start from the beginning, please." various voice fill the room at the woman's dramatic entrance.<br><br>“Well we all know ‘pretty boy’ want to go far… he has his eyes on Rome, and he was ‘servicing the ….well the fat one.”&nbsp; She bowed her head. “When I left he was nearly lost in her folds.”&nbsp; After a breath she continued, “I have to take her wine…but she is rather unpleasant.<br><br>Gasps heard all around. "You can't be serious?!" "You mean that really fat woman that arrived with the really ugly Roman personage?" "Wow, I thought 'pretty boy' had more self worth." "You poor poor dear. Here sit a bit, before taking her back the wine. You can tell her it was being chilled to a proper temperature or something."<br><br>Another slave piped up, “that must be why she is with the ugly one and his rather attractive slave. I hear they are rather large….” This made some of the others giggle and one held up an vegetable which brought yet more laughter.<br><br>"Oh ho. Well theat would definately explain much. BUt she cannot have my vegetables, nor can anyone else unless it is in a dish being served to them." The cook is wiping tears from his eyes caused by the laughter.<br><br>“Goodness no you need them for your husband…” just as the conversation was about to get interesting about vegetables another rather flustered slave arrived. “They do it every time….every time…they have to have a ridiculous fight…I think there is a reason for that.” The slave showed what was beneath his loincloth.<br><br>"Who? Who is fighting now? Which new ones?" The perty lil red head's eyes glitter at the questions and looks down at the slave's exposed nether regions, licking her lips.<br><br>“I have know idea just some new ones for the dogs…” He allowed the rather lovely young woman to look at all that was there after all every mouth was a good mouth and he was now ‘off duty.’<br><br>One of the others spoke up as she saw the delight that was on display, “Did you hear about the half beast? She caused at least four men to become eunuchs.”&nbsp; <br><br><br>More gasps and heads turned. "Details woman. Don't leave us out with the wash."<br><br>“Not that I gossip….” A rather new slave spoke,&nbsp; “But a number of bloody guards ran from the hospital, all holding their groins, and ….as you know I have a friend that helps on the journeys…she ate them ….if you know what I mean….”<br><br><br>Jaws drop and gasps are heard again as well. "No way!" "You can't be serious!" "Well, isnit she one of those? From beyond the wall? I hear they have strange customs and rituals up there." this from the cook's assistant. The cook nods along in agreement. "I have heard the same myself."<br><br><br><br>Slurping sounds can be heard as the pert little red head stops sucking on the rather well endowed slave's member. She turns her head in shock. "Hasn’t anyone taught them you suck, not chew?" She gets a sly look and looks back up at the slave she is servicing. ,"Unless you'd like for me too..."<br><br>“They eat humans ….at least that’s what I have heard anyway.&nbsp; Perhaps we should send that fat bitch it would feed them for a year…” There was more chuckles from the maids.<br><br>Another slave now offered his present however the cook slapped him and threatened him with the barbarian pit where the men liked men,&nbsp; all warm and&nbsp; wholesome.<br><br>Just at the point that the redhead found her mouth filled with something warm<br>and so very salty<br><br><br>The lil redhead forgets the question and hastily swallows the yummy cream filling her mouth.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 13:42:55</strong>
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				The Champion had completed his training for the day, muscles ached for the bathhouse. That was how one knew they had worked well that day...when their body <em>ached</em> for the bath house. Heavy steps carried Rioghan away from the training sands, so drenched in his sweat they were. As the celtic gladiator traversed the corridors of the Ludus approaching the bath house his ears realized the raised voice of their Doctore was falling upon them. He was not amused by the sounds of it. As he got closer and heard more a growing curiosity was sated bar for who was involved of course. A hand ran through his long red hair, it needed attention as much as the rest of him did. Yes the bath house was the only place for him now. <br><br>As he arrived his eyes fell on the scene. As much as he liked the idea of a dispute being settled on the sands, he was actually more interested in getting into the bath house himself. "At least they have passion, if nothing else." remarked Rioghan with a small smirk as he regarded those involved. He had come a long way in learning the language, he in fact could barely recall the last time he used his native tongue that wasn't in his head. There was something unfortunate to that, but perhaps the new girl and he may regale stories in home tongue. 
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				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 20:25:13</strong>
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				<strong>~Cingetorix... in the bathhouse... with the wooden stool~</strong><br><br><br>Cingetorix glared with hate filled eyes at as the muscled freak of nature who loomed over him from the bath. The man was large, yes, but his agility was no match for the younger slave. His many years of fighting other tribes and eventually Romans combined with is years of slave labor had honed his body into a finely tuned specimen. With ease, he swatted at Berenagrius's hand as the large man reached for his throat, easily sidestepping his reach. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Berenagrius-<br>"There are much simpler ways I can get you to open that mouth of yours boy. Like removing the jaw completely, but as you heard, I am a recruit here, same as you. Reguardless that I have spent at least twenty years in chains boy. That is right AHHHH!!!!""<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"If the parting of my jaw would serve to end YOUR lips flapping incessantly with seemingly every thought that lumbers through that thick head of yours, then I would gladly see it done!" he yelled angrily through clenched teeth, spraying spittle in the other man's face.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Berenagrius-<br>"That's right I can wail like an idiot telling my opponent both the direction and timing in my attack! Though I can see that the animal can bite! Save it for the prey, not the one who will be fighting along side you. You have no idea what Recruits do, do you barbarian? Yeah that word was used for my hide ever since I could pick up a sword."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cingetorix had already turned from the man as he continued on and on per usual. The arrival of the Doctore and the gladiators had served to quell his rage to more controllable state. Bending down, he snatched up his fresh loin cloth, glaring back at the man from several feet away. <br><br>"Of your ability to do many things in the manner of an idiot, I have no doubts. And by the Gods, you are a damn slave same as the rest of us, not a 'recruit'. You were purchased with coin to do the bidding of your dominus or die in the attempt."<br><br>Just then the Doctore entered the bathhouse, glaring at Berenagrius and Cingetorix as he yelled in an authoritative manner.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Doctore-<br>"What's going on here? Is the Ludus not enough for some of you? Do you grow bored so easily, being given the chance to bathe and relax, that the fire within you cannot be contained?&nbsp; Or do you simply seek death so badly that you would sacrifice the glory of the arena and the money that the Dominus paid for your lives? The blood within your veins belongs to the sands of the Ludus.&nbsp; If you cannot at least strive to keep it within your veins long enough to be chosen for battle, then perhaps you should ask your owner to let yourself be flayed alive for the amusement of the crowd.&nbsp; At the very least, you can be put to use in a tragedy play, if you don't have the drive to be a true gladiator."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Apologies, Doctore. I only sought to quiet the unrelenting babbling of this fool," he said, gesturing towards the large German.&nbsp; "who hasn't ceased talking since his arrival. My ears were on the verge of purging my life's blood."<br><br>As Cingetorix began to don the loin cloth, he turned to look at Berenagrius one last time, a dangerous look in his eyes. "Call me 'boy' again... and you will learn how my people, the warriors of Anglesey,&nbsp; fell wretched beasts of your stature." He glanced to Ammon but for a moment, sizing up the man in a fleeting glimpse before letting his curious gaze settle then upon Rioghan as he enteerd the bathhouse, that same watchful look in those eyes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 02:02:55</strong>
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				<strong>~ Domina Valeria, putting her schemes in motion ~<br>~ Ludus Villa; inner courtyard ~</strong><br><br>“Yes, he will quarter with the other slaves.” By now, Valeria was growing quite bored of this guest. Though that was also partly thanks to the fact that she wished to have her husband all to herself. Alas, there were other appointments to see to, and if she wasn't careful, she would be lounging in the courtyard all afternoon. So her gaze shifted to put events in fixed motion.<br><br>“Nakia,” the Domina knew she did not need to shout the name of her favoured servant. The position was not granted to anyone, after all. Nakia had earned it, and therefore was often entrusted with more complex orders. “Take Amplus downstairs and make sure he is settled. Give him his own chamber. Then you must make sure all the Gladiators are prepared, including the fresh meat.” By that, she meant washed, oiled, and shaved clean of hair save for that upon their heads. “Ah yes! And have our Champion painted... hmmm... paint him gold from crown to toe. I would have him demonstrate his skills for our honoured guests.” <br><br>With that said, she turned her smiling eyes back to the would-be senate. “Please, you simply <em>must</em> forgive us for not presenting you immediately with our stock. You see, my dear husband made fresh purchase of slaves who just so happened to arrive at noon today.” She gave her husband's thigh a much firmer squeeze at the mention of his loose purse, making sure he was reminded of her disapproval of the coin he had spent with the digging of her nails upon his taut flesh. Despite her ministrations, her gaze would remain upon Bastian, fixed with such effortlessly polite ease.<br><br>“A most ill timed arrival, but one that could not be avoided. Still, I would not have you look upon&nbsp; &nbsp;our stock until they are each fit for the eyes of the Emperor himself. Let it be.... a surprise! One I am most certain we shall all look forward to this evening.” Valeria positively beamed at the prospects of such a gathering of flesh. It was certain to win over the Primus Pilus and his gluttonous wife. <br><br>“But as for now, you must be tired, yes? Let me at the very least grant you the pick of my handmaidens to see you comfortably to your chambers.” Snapping her fan shut, she pointed it to the two remaining servants who at once, scuttled forwards. They stood obediently; one fair-haired and pale skinned, most likely an import from Britannia. While the other was of a golden tan, dark hair, and clearly more native breeding. To help the guest make his selection, Valeria waved her fan at their tunicas, her silent order simple. In unison, the two women unclasped the fabric to reveal their ample, tear-drop breasts under the shade of the sunlight. Both figures well proportioned in full curves, and not a blush to be seen under the scrutiny of their bodies, signifying that they were no strangers to pleasure.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 03:52:12</strong>
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				~ Guard Captain Burrus attempting to snare the animal ~<br>~ Ludus training grounds; Infirmary hut ~<br><br>With a moment of heavy breathing expanding his broad chest, Burrus would remain poised in the death delivering position for a moment longer. Exotic sapphire eyes watching the pict woman carefully to the point of narrowing into tight slits as she drew upon the sands. Despite her desecration onto the arena fit for the Gladiators alone, the sword would not fall upon Sorcha. Though he would refuse to lower it until she was secured again. The Medicus had finally spoken words of good note, even though the guard captain at first responded with a low grunt.<br><br>“Silo,” his voice barked to the healthier of the two guards present, who immediately stood to attention. Though he had of course, been stealing several glances at Cariad. Unlike the Captain, he could not control the urges of his cock so strictly. The new slave had a bountiful body and as she stripped down, his mouth was already watering at the sight of her full breasts. It took the captain's voice to bring him back to his duty.<br><br>“You heard the Medicus. Fetch the swine cage.” A cruel sneer turned his upper lip, “I trust that is fitting for the likes of this one.” As he barked a short laugh, the other guard snickered in return before stepping out to retrieve the object. The short Silo knew exactly which cage his captain had meant. It had housed a rather fat swine before the Domina made the abrupt order to have it roasted and stuffed in time for a rather large and equally spontaneously arranged feast.<br><br>Meanwhile, the Guard Captain's boot would kick at the sand in front of Sorscha, spraying the grains over her bloodied drawing. “Your blood is not meant for these sands wench,” he barked. Burrus didn't care to read her pictogram, or even acknowledge that it was, what it was. To him it was archaic, not a sign of intelligence or the will to communicate. “You do not belong on these sands. The likes of you serve few purposes. I would see you sent to the mines or better yet, bring me coin from the pits. Be thankful I am not your Dominus pict wench. Be thankful he would rather see your life forfeit.”<br><br>Silo would return moments later carrying the cage, which was going to force the pict to remain crouched. It was big enough for a pig at least, and had been crafted well to endure the protests of an animal. Burrus believed it would suffice when chains had not. Moving aside, he decided to continue to treat the woman as an animal. Using the wooden practice sword, he poked the tip at her back, and circled round to grant her the path towards the cage alone. Silo opened the gate, and stood ready to close it. <br><br>“In,” Burrus demanded simply, ready to whack her again if she tried anything too smart for her own good.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 04:59:19</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia leading Amplus off; doing her Domina's bidding</strong><br><br>Nakia bowed to her Domina. “Yes, Domina. It shall be done.” Her voice still faintly carries the accent of her homeland. She turns and walks around her and the Dominus until she is back in view of the slave and his Master. Her hand rises up and motions for the slave to follow her. She then turns and heads out the door.As she heads downstairs leading the slave along, her thoughts having already picked out a room for him, and moving on to the other tasks set to her. <br><br>She would put him in the chamber next to that redheaded slave. Her next task would be overseeing the bathing of all the Gladiators and their shaving and oiling. Except the Champion, he’d be looked over and shaved if needed, but then she’d see to him being painted as per her orders. Maybe after that she’d have a moment to see the Medicus and discuss herbal lore. <br><br>She padded along, leading Amplus through the complex and into the kitchen. She raised a brow slightly at the scene within. “Red, when you are finished… eating. I need you to clean the chamber next to yours and prepare it for occupancy. And both of you be sure none of that ends up in any of the food.” She then moved to a side hearth and grabbed a poker and pulled the kettle out from over the fire towards her. Leaning over she grabbed a bowl and the ladle and started scooping out the gruel within into the bowl, filling it half way. She held it out towards Amplus to grab. “Eat while you can. You never know when you will next get a chance.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 10:30:15</strong>
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				<em> Sorcha knows the spirits will come</em><br><br>Sorcha could not understand a word that this giant of a man was saying; to her it was complete gibberish. She had picked up the occasional foreign word on the way but nothing that was said here. What was so interesting for her is that she had yet to meet a ‘murderer’ that had any respect for the land that had the intelligence to learn their signs, that knew how to walk upon it. They were too proud, and pride would be the downfall of many. There was a curl of her lip as he spoiled her work and the sand was kicked in her face. Yet did he fear the power she had…her connection to the earth, whether snow or sand…<br><br>The small and lean pict, looked up then and tilted her head to one side, her eyes so close to ebony met his. For a moment did the bright morning not meet night sky? The curl of the lip became a smile then as if he amused her, whatever he could do did not matter, the truth was she did not fear him now after that which he had done. He might have power over her now but not for ever. The spirits would find her now.<br><br>Her eyes remained on him and his sword, if she had a tail it would have been twitching as if she were some wild feline, waiting for the moment to pounce. Sorcha saw the cage, and forced down the fight or flight instinct, though her eyes never left his and the smile remained on her face. It was as if this small woman knew something he did not. None of the time did any word or sound passed her lips. This was somehow more disconcerting.<br><br>For now Sorcha knew there was little choice, and she backed into the cage, still she had escaped there metal, escaping this was only a matter of time.&nbsp; Amusement still upon her face she rolled her shoulders in their sockets…she knew that the land would not allow her to be caged by a heathen, by a metal man. The pict was sure the scent of heather was in the air now, her nostrils flared. Only when in there did she speak&nbsp; <em>my blood has already fed the land metal man. They will come. Many of yours will fall to the snow…</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 04:51:45</strong>
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				<strong>~Ryann, in the baths~</strong><br><br>She would never move from her spot as Berenagrius and Cingetorix had their little spat. Long fingers would continue to run through slowly drying tresses as her ever watchful gaze followed the two. In fact, this little display was nothing she hadn't seen before. Many a time her brothers had gone after one another, shouting, hitting, wrestling, generally puffing up.<br><br>In short, the testosterone was beginning to get quite thick. She would snort a bit, rolling her eyes as she pushed herself to stand. Her arms would ease above her head, stretching languidly, the arch of her back pushing forth golden globes enticingly. Bending over, her hair would flow down, and again, with ample ass shown willingly to all, she would work her hair free of knots for a few moment before standing again, flinging her head back, her dark mane cascading down to lick about her muscled shoulders. Flicking her gaze about the room again, settling a bit longer upon Ammon then the others, she would weave through the bathhouse, gathering up a clean loincloth of her own. Steps would be taken towards the bathhouse door, working the cloth about her slender waist until she was brought up short by the arrival of the Doctore, shouting as was his want. Quick steps would be taken back again, working slowly against a shadowed wall, trying to make it apparent she was no part of the boys tiffing.<br><br>And just behind Doctore, Rioghan would stroll in, and Ryann would freeze. How had she not seen him before? His hair was flame, and his words held the timbre of her home. Her bright green eyes opened wide, and she couldn't stop herself, she was stepping towards him, a hand out as if to lay upon his arm. Her face, that face so normally fierce and snarling lit up like a child's, like the child she truly was within. She was speaking in her native language, it spilled forth so easily, and though the dialect might be a bit different, she was sure he'd understand. She -was- the only daughter of the Ard Ri.. everyone in Ireland knew of her existence, even if they had never laid eyes upon her...<br><br><em>“ My brother! Ah to hear the sweet sounds of your voice! From where do you hail? How long have you been captive? Do you know anything of home?&nbsp; I beg you to tell me!!..”</em><br><br>Her words spilled swiftly, and she was standing close to Rioghan before she knew it, gazing far up into his eyes, and her hand was laid upon his thick arm. It didn't even occur to her that these men were seeing a side of her she perhaps should be keeping a tight secret. The side that showed she was young. The side that showed she was but a lonely girl far from home. The side that was not a killer..
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaMale</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 16:02:20</strong>
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				<br>He listened to the interaction between his wife and the guest with lacking curiosity, his attentions clearly captivated more so by the hand at his thigh which had his lips turning crookedly and handsomely at the prospect of such delicate fingertips travelling higher up his leg. When the nails dug into his flesh at the mention of ample coin he had spent against her bidding, Manius resisted a rather creature resembling groan of lusting. He placed his palm atop hers warmly and squeezed, causing the fingers to dig deeper into his tawny flesh. <br><br>“My Dominus.” A slave girl bowed low as she scurried towards him where she kneeled. Whilst his woman conversed he turned his probing eyes towards the young maiden. “Dominus, a brew erupted earlier amongst your subjects Lanista. Betwixt Berengarius and another.” She whispered to him only audible to his ears. After allowing himself the privilege of devouring her body with predatory intent, he stroked his knuckles down his jaw with the faint shadow of rough stubble. <br><br>“Then perhaps the discord may become more formal. Prepare them for the gathering of guests. They shall fight this night.” He rumbled in his rugged timbre, dismissing the slave with a wave of his hand. If his Gladiators sought to fight one another, then so be it, but they would do so to the amusement of his guests. Berengarius had a wild temper.... one Manius intended to douse, by one mean, or another. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 19:51:17</strong>
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				<strong>Bastian is assisted by two handmaidens to his quarters</strong><br><br>Bastian nodded at the Domina’s discussion to house Amplus with the other meat. “You serve our request well Domina. Your discussions will serve you well indeed. I, and indeed my wife, look forward to sampling what you have to offer us in this display. Making sure that your stock is prepared to show off their best, would of course be prudent, and so take all the time you require.”<br><br>Noticing her swift change of subject to that of rest did not go unnoticed. She was of course right, however, the journey here was long and hard and it had taken its toll. He nodded once again at this suggestion and remarked with a warm smile “Your hospitality is appreciated once more, as I do indeed need to retire to my quarters.” His fatigue lifted a little upon her suggestion of him having company. “I would gladly take your offer and allow two of your finest handmaidens to accompany me back to my room. Perhaps for a small transfer of coin they and I can take a detour to another room some distance from the prying eyes of my good lady wife, so that we can be more private?” At that he rose from his position and headed in the direction for the door and waited for the two maids of the Domina’s choosing to follow. <br><br><strong>Amplus on route to his cell with Nakia</strong><br><br>Amplus stood quietly watching her as she followed the Domina’s commands. She captivated him so. And then it came, that final command to take him to his cell. He had secretly been waiting for this moment for what seemed to be an eternity. He could see her gesturing to him to follow her. It made him nerves. Nerves? What power did she have over him? <br><br>He of course complied, Nakia was not one to ignore, he thought. It did not take them long to reach the kitchen. He followed her instructions to the latter. He took the food and sat down. “Thank you mistress” he said with a bow to his head. As his head rose, from its bow, he smiled at her with a hint of lust in his eyes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 21:15:11</strong>
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				<strong>~ Domina Valeria, still in 'the mood'... for scheming ~<br>~ Ludus Villa; inner courtyard ~</strong><br><br>Valeria's eyes would flicker for the briefest moment to the exchange occurring between her husband and the slave girl, but no matter how hard she strained her ears, she could not hear what the communication detailed. It was more productive for her to focus on Bastian therefore, whose request brought a rather devious smirk to her dark cherry lips. She had expected him to choose one of the slaves she offered, but his mention of having them <em>both</em> roused soft chuckles of clear delight and understanding.<br><br>“There is a spare chamber downstairs. It is near the servant quarters, but you will be far from prying eyes there I assure you.” Beaming her most polite and charming smile as the Primus Pilus stood, the Domina gave one final order to both slaves with the wave of her fan. Previous guests had delighted at the idea of enacting their carnal pleasures in the bowels of the villa.<br><br>“Be sure to accommodate our guests every need.”<br><br>“Yes Domina,” they both chirped in unison, bowing they heads to her. The fair blonde would lead the way while the brunette would dutifully follow behind Bastian with her hands clasped in front of her. <br><br>By the time the small party was out of sight, and much to the Domina's dismay, the conversation between her husband and the servant had also been concluded. The dismissed slave already returning to the training grounds to eagerly inform the Doctore of the Lanista's decision. Valeria would wear her smile well, until the guest was out of sight and earshot. At that moment, she turned to give full attention to the Dominus. First with a purr upon her lips, as she snuck her hand out of his grasp to slide up the remainder of his thigh and past the side of his pelvis, to rest upon his abdomen.<br><br>“Mmm... The Senate, under our very roof! It would seem the Gods favour us, my dear.” Turning towards him then, her farthest leg would lift to slide across his until it temporarily rest over his thigh, straddling that leg partially. He was sure to feel the humidity of her own arousal pressed against his thigh; the heated core hardly hidden behind thin layers of delicate fabrics. “We must be sure to play this game well if we are to secure our place in the Primus.” <br><br>Even as she spoke in a husky, advisory tone laced with dark honey, she continued to manoeuvre her positioning over him. Her other hand starting at his chest, climbing up to his shoulder for support. She would rise up against him then, like a snake slithering across a thick branch. Forced to raise onto her knees for better advantage, ample breasts grazing up his torso, followed by her female mound teasting the base of his groin before raising up to the base of his abdomen. It was all a ploy to have her head higher than his in the end, as she rose up to secure her hands on the back of the chair over and behind his shoulders. Though her pelvis would still press against his stomach, the arch of her back created a gap between their chests. Her caramel gaze joined her haughty smirk as she glared down to meet his dark pools; her next words amusing her before she'd even let them past her lips.<br><br>“We must be sure to <em>behave</em> as appropriate.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 22:03:10</strong>
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				<strong>Bastian bids goodnight to the Domina</strong><br><br>Bastian glanced back at the sound of the two women following him. As he turned, the Domina spoke. He let the blonde one take the lead as he listened. He smiled to himself as he considered the lack of sleep he would have on this eve. <br><br>“Your understanding in this matter goes beyond belief. I trust that my wife is being equally satisfied by your hospitality. If so, consider your future bathed in coin. So I bid you both good night.” 
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				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 01:59:42</strong>
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				<strong>~ Liliana in the outer courtyard with Antonious and Aulus, at Antonious’ temporary kiosk ~</strong><br><br>Liliana had hoped to glean some useful tidbits of information from Antonious about the Domina and Dominus of the ludus, as she was well aware from Gnaeus about how the flow of information moved smoothly from merchant’s mouth to customer’s ear with the right amount of coin to conduct its travel. However, apparently he had none much to share on this subject, although her interest was definitely piqued when Antonious mentioned that nobles were currently visiting; that was a good sign indeed of the high status that this ludus held.<br><br>A gentle, amused smile played along Lilana’s soft lips as Aulus tentatively circled around her, presenting a reflective surface in hesitant hands for her to view her potential purchase where it nestled warmly against her skin. It pleased her to see his shy yet sincere smile appear on his handsome face, and she desired to learn more about this bashful young soldier she had just met. Aulus lowered himself into a demi-kneeling position in front of her, angling the mirror upward for her convenient viewing. Her eyes flicked briefly to Antonious as he bestowed flattery upon her with effortless and practiced skill, and she smiled and nodded her acknowledgement in his direction.<br><br>Looking back toward the mirror, her glance was distracted by Aulus turning his head from her gaze, a telling blush warming his cheeks. Her soft smile returned, and she stepped closer toward Aulus, her back now to Antonious who was busy fussing with other items at the moment.&nbsp; Moving to stand directly in front of Aulus, the fluttering green fabric of her dress wisping around him in the breeze, her feminine hand rose to rest atop the mirror and pressed down on it firmly until Aulus lowered it to expose himself to her gaze once again. Her mesmerizing violet eyes warmed at the sight of the young soldier’s obvious shyness that unwillingly revealed his interest which he otherwise strove to not display. <br><br>Reaching her fingertips to lightly trace the dark Legionnaire emblem on the side of his neck, she marveled at the smooth, firm and unlined skin of the young soldier, so different from that of her aged husband. Pressing her fingers firmly against the side of his neck as her violet eyes held his wide-eyed blue gaze, she felt the racing pulse of his blood thrumming under her fingertips as his body heated under her touch. Stroking her fingers lazily up to his jawline, she curled them under his jawbone and pulled his face firmly toward her slowly, knowing that by doing so she would be forcing him to tighten his stomach and leg muscles in order to preserve his balance in this half-kneeling position.&nbsp; Allowing the pad of her thumb to graze gently over his lower lip, she bent her upper body down toward him, her long dark hair spilling over her shoulder and resting on his, the full swell of her softly rounded breasts curving over the neckline of her gown a mere hairsbreadth from his mouth, her scent of rose and myrrh drifting toward him. Her breath was soft and warm in his ear as she spoke in quiet tones, “My sweet Aulus; I find I much enjoy seeing you in this position before me, and have serious contemplations about inviting you to accompany me to my home so that you may repeat your pose under conditions providing more...opportunity.” <br><br>Abruptly withdrawing her fingers from underneath his chin, she turned toward Antonious without waiting to see Aulus' reaction, or if he was able to maintain his balance in his precarious position without the support of her fingers. As she walked toward Antonious, she smiled encouragingly as he spoke to reveal a bit more of his limited knowledge about this ludus and its esteemed Dominus and Domina, and she nodded her interest as he voiced his suggestion for a theme for the upcoming gladiatorial games. She heard Aulus’ questioning tone as he repeated Antonious’s words, <strong>“gladiatorial games?”</strong>, but before she could address the soldier’s surprising unfamiliarity with the games, her carriage driver rounded the entrance of the courtyard and jogged up to her, bowing his head in deference and speaking quietly, “Mistress, shall I bring you the wine now?”&nbsp; Liliana smiled generously at him for anticipating her wishes and replied in a warm tone, “Yes, Rufius, your timing is perfect. Please bring my gifts for the Domina and Dominus to me directly. I expect we will be greeted and granted audience before too long, and I would like to be able to make offering of my gifts upon my introduction.”&nbsp; Glancing again to Aulus briefly, she smiled to herself. <em>One never knows where a good first impression might lead...</em><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 03:38:18</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; kitchen with Amplus, his new room</strong><br>After Amplus grabbed the bowl, she was quick to grab another and fill it a quarter full. She then pushed the kettle back over the fire and walked to the table to eat as they waited as well. She noticed the redhead scurrying off to obey the order she’d given, while the male slave she’d just been dining on adjusted himself then made himself busy elsewhere in the kitchen. <br><br>Nakia looked squarely at Amplus after he was done bowing his head. “My name in Nakia, not mistress.” She then set to eating her food. She watched him as they ate, still observing and processing him. By the time they finished eating, the redhead had returned to inform Nakia that all was ready. Nakia thanked her, and then gestured for Amplus to follow her again. She led him out of the kitchen to his room. <br><br>After a couple more twists, she brought Amplus to his room. Entering in She stops in the middle of the sparse room. There is a bed against one wall. A small chest at the foot for personal items and clothes, and a chamber pot in a corner close to the door. She turns around and watches as he enters. “This is your room. There are few rules. Come when you are sent for. Do as demanded. Help in the kitchen as you can, until the Domina or Dominus decide your fate here. Learn the villa as well as the Arena grounds. Any questions?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 10:08:14</strong>
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				<hr><em></em><div align="center"><em>Autolycus sees to Cariad<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>Autolycus watched as Cariad stripped, noting the firm breasts, the good figure but he was a medicus above all, focussed less on her skin and more on the cuts and bruises that marked it. Her ribs showed. She was underfed, exhausted to judge from the way she sighed and rested her head... He went to his workbench and returned with a pail of water, a sponge and a stoppered flask, then sat down on the edge of the bed and began to wash Cariads back. He had a gentle touch and the lukewarm water was soothing. Pink-coloured liquid flowed from the slave’s body onto the woven mat that formed the bed’s mattress and dripped from there onto the earthen floor to leave a dark wet stain that would be gone within the hour. <br><br>He was aware, as he worked, of Burrus. Loud, annoying Burrus, hurling degrading comments at the Pict and for what? It was not as if the barbarian could understand a word he said. <em>Be thankful I am not your dominus,</em> he barked and that one made Autolycus smirk. He probably wished he was… Well, at least the guard-captain was sparing the Pict's life and with the wild one secured in the cage hopefully he'd leave soon. Autolycus did not like the man with his rough manners, his loud voice, the obvious enjoyment he took in hurting and humiliating others. He had the feeling the guard captain did not much like him either. That was fine. A kind of agreement.<br><br>He finished cleaning the slaves' wounds and unstoppered the flask. Cariad, only barely awake now, could smell the sour stench of vinegar as he poured the liquid onto the sponge and felt the sting as he pressed it to her shoulder-blade, letting the acid seep into her open wounds.<br><br>She murmured something, clearly asleep now, strange melodic words and made a mental note to ask her about those later. <br><br>The slave's back well and truly pickled Autolycus pushed himself to his feet and approached the injured guard, now sitting on a stool, blood-soaked cloth pressed to his injured ear.<br><br>This one would take a bit more work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 16:09:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad being tended to by Autolycus in the Infirmary</strong></div><br>As the warm water rolled off her skin, Cariad's eyes slowly rolling back into her head. The smell was coarse on her nose but she did not care, the ointment was being applied for a reason. The tenderness in the Medicine Man's touch was one that she hadn't felt for a long time from any human being, let alone a man. As the water rolled down her sides, following the curve of her form and dripped through the woven mattress, Cariad focussed on the dripping noise, letting it take her from the pain, from the room. Back to her home, where her bear feet was tickled by the blades of green grass, where the animals that feed upon the lush green grass, feed those who nurture them and their land. <br><br>Cariad could feel the rain hammering her face, the dark skies overhead as the clouds rumbled the words from the heavens. The lush green grass beneath her feet now sodden as the earth takes the water with much anticipation, eager for it's life source. <br><br><br>Now lost completely to the room around her, slumber and exhaustion taking over her resting body, Cariad slipped into her dreams. <br><br>"<em>Hafan, byddwch yn dal i gynnal fy nghalon"</em><br><br>Her voice light, full of adoration and longing for the country that held her heart, for she knew she would never see it again. Resigning to the fact that this was her home until she died or paid her freedom, Cariad would be surrounded by more arid browns and oranges, men and women eager to prove themselves. This was going to be a lesson unlike any her father could have taught her. <br><br>As her mind began to go through the memories of her family, Cariad was lost to all outside her mind. Her body was with her mind, relaxed and sated. For now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 23:17:09</strong>
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				His felt like cold stone as he continued to remain in a semi-knelt position.&nbsp; Nothing he hadn’t experienced before however, during his training days there were exercises and techniques to help ignore such anguishes for hours, and of course how to recover. In this case though he pondered whether perhaps Liliana enjoyed herself watching him in this position.&nbsp; Certainly all the attention towards him was evident enough.&nbsp; Was she not married? Was it perhaps a bad marriage?&nbsp; It would explain for her interest in the youth of both the soldier and the slave stock that had just recently arrived, which only made it more evident with Liliana’s next move.<br>When she made her first movements towards him it was only natural to alter the position of the mirror so to allow her a different perhaps even better angle for her viewing pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br>Unfortunately his attempt would be thwarted by her hand slowly pushing down on the mirror as to lower it.&nbsp; It surprised him how she wished not to look at the mirror but it was her wishes and he could only comply in return.&nbsp; Lowering the mirror aside it allowed Liliana and Aulus to look gaze with one another once more.&nbsp; From a child’s point of view it looked like the two were perhaps engaged in a staring contest. In reality though it was like tigers ready to jump at one another in order to defend their own pride.&nbsp; It most certainly would have aroused anyone’s suspicions were to witness it.&nbsp; Unfortunately for Antonious, Liliana had taken the liberty of blocking his view but also provided him an interesting view.&nbsp; With the sun being at its brightest it gave away the shadow of slender yet supple figure.&nbsp; His primary being that of her hips as the shadow outlined her luscious thighs, only to imagine the thought of him suckling her breasts.<br><br>While Antonious remained engrossed in his own daydream, the tigress known as Liliana would make the next move once again.&nbsp; Her fingers glided along the traces of his mark.&nbsp; He had to wonder if perhaps her interest in him was solely based on his history with the army. &nbsp;“Is there per chance any interest you wish to know about the Legion?”&nbsp; While he had his suspicions he made sure that when he asked her the question that it was indeed what he wished to know.&nbsp; The question though would only be a secondary thought as he found the touch of his skin with her fingers quite distracting.&nbsp; Her touch was like a soap that cleansed the toughest of stains from ones skin.&nbsp; Aulus’ skin complexion was the result of bloodline mixed with years of serving in the Eastern campaigns.&nbsp; While not bronzed or darken like the Egyptians or Nubians, his skin carried a light tan complexion which many believed suited him best, especially she that was in front of him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Every advance she made upon him carried with it a wave of nervousness.&nbsp; He had never…..entwined with another woman which made his face all the more readable.&nbsp; The gliding of her hair against his shoulder, the range of her breasts towards his lips, the scent of rose and myrrh engulfing his senses; all examples of his drifting from stature and resolve.&nbsp; His face was able to limit that amount of flush at the cheeks but it was clear that curiosity and nervousness was written all over his face.&nbsp; Beads of sweat formed across his brow as he attempted to force himself still like statue, which then proved very difficult.<br><br>The worse though was to come after her lips gently parted next to his ear, &nbsp;“My sweet Aulus; I find I much enjoy seeing you in this position before me, and have serious contemplations about inviting you to accompany me to my home so that you may repeat your pose under conditions providing more...opportunity.” &nbsp;Because it was but a soft whisper, it dared not reach the ears of Antonious, of course with all the slaves that surrounded such an estate, one can’t help but wonder if a guard or even slave caught the scandalous words.&nbsp; A married noblewoman proposing such promiscuous ideas to a soldier, such thoughts would erupt in a sea of gossip.&nbsp; The strongest effect though would be received by Aulus as her words struck something outside his natural control.&nbsp; A feeling of warmth began to grow underneath his garments.&nbsp; His body and mind now began to falter as what seemed all of his fiber and being began to escape somewhere he was not familiar with.&nbsp; What was this feeling?&nbsp; It tore his mind apart setting aside his nobler side only to replace by the instincts of an animal.&nbsp; His breathing became heavier, perhaps almost erratic like a predator fighting effortlessly just to score his first skill. This was something he needed to stop immediately if not for sake of himself, but the customer as well.&nbsp; Plus he couldn’t let down his guardian, not while he had gotten this far.&nbsp; He was fortunate to have caught a break the moment she had turned from him allowing him the chance to close his eyes and slow down his breathing.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the fatigue of his frozen position that allowed his mind to falter so easily, whether or not that be the case, a solution was dire. <br><br>Taking this opportunity he slowly stood up once more, leaving with it a powerful stinging sensation from his legs being forced to come awake once more.&nbsp; Timing his breathing he moved slowly to the back of the kiosk returning to rearranging some of Antonious’ wares.&nbsp; His eyes ever vigil in keeping watch over her.&nbsp; It was strange, such a sensation he had never felt before, but he had been told of it before, back in the camps during the Pontus campaign.&nbsp; Men would drown themselves in wine and feast on the spoils of war; slaves.&nbsp; Aulus at that time was a more devoted soldier then conqueror so he took the liberty to enjoy in such luscious sins, perhaps though for better.&nbsp; Had he indulged in such pleasures we would not be seeing the Aulus we be seeing today.<br><br>His thoughts though became distracted by another calling towards the Liliana.&nbsp; The servant was young, perhaps even Aulus’ age as well.&nbsp; Only further evidence that perhaps the woman had a craving for youth to fill such desires that her husband is unable to fulfill.&nbsp; When she made word of having the wine prepared his curiosity once again got to him.&nbsp; The truth was he had never drank wine, had always stuck to water.&nbsp; Back at home, the income for the family was livable at best, which always left Aulus to thrive on water and leave the wine to his father and mother.&nbsp; Wine was a foreign to him as slaves, and in some cases women.&nbsp; “Is the wine to honor these so called……Gladitorial games?”&nbsp; His question clearly directed towards Liliana.&nbsp; Since this was not of gift from Antonious it was only proper to ask about it which would be rewarding for her since it would allow her continue the exchange of dialog between her and Aulus, and distract her all the more since now he was standing now, and the beam of the sunlight gave away at the gloss of skin mixed with his sweat.&nbsp; The heat was quite enduring for him, and having a lack of cover only allowed the sweat to grow not just as head brow.&nbsp; Beneath the leather confines of his tunic sweat poured all over his chest making his tunic slightly damp but carrying a stench that demanded immediate attention.<br><br>Aulus had to be fast since he wished not to attract too much attention.&nbsp; Returning to his personal satchel bag he uncovered his goat skin containing water for the trip.&nbsp; First he took the liberty of drinking a few swigs so allow his body to briefly cool from the inside which even he had to admit to was invigorating.&nbsp; The leather padding of his tunic was kept attached by buttons that rested on his shoulders.&nbsp; removing the clips only on the left side of his tunic it allowed the top left half of the tunic to drop revealing fine tan skin much like the skin Liliana’s fingers had trailed across at his neck.&nbsp; Taking the goat skin he allowed a small stream of water to escape the water container and splash at this face and neck.&nbsp; The droplets of cold water beaded against his personal leather hide creating an effect like that of the mirror he had carried.&nbsp; It allowed his chest to give a reflection of everything that made him a soldier.&nbsp; Besides the distraction of such fine human craftsmanship made thanks to the world’s greatest military schools, his body riddled with scars. Wounds caused by arrows, daggers, even swords even. So not only was he a man of youth, but his scars indeed proved his worth and experiences.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 11:58:41</strong>
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				<strong>There is a thin line between pleasure and pain as Bastian is about to find out</strong><br><br>Smiling as he left the room, he was escorted to the place that the Domina had suggested. It did not take them long to arrive at the room. Once inside, Bastian took note that there was a key on the inside if the door. Upon using this key to lock the door, he placed it in his pocket for safe keeping. With no way out of the room for any of them, he requested that the maids remove their garments and then remove his. Once this was done, he prompted them to lie on the bed and wait for him to join them. He was already quite hard by this point, which did not go unnoticed by the maids whose eyes were quite wide by now. Seeing their nakedness only excited him further as he instructed them to play with one another. Like before, everything he asked of them they did without question.<br><br>Several minutes later he found himself on the bed. He was not sure how he had got there however there he was nonetheless. These blackouts of his had been a recent occurrence but they were getting more and more frequent. His cock was inside the blonde maid and he was kissing the dark haired one whilst her fingers serviced him. The blondes back was arched as he was behind her and his arm was around her throat. Someone had put a blindfold on her eyes and had stuffed something in her mouth and secured it with more cloth. Her hands were tied to the bed and due to the tension put on them by the pulling, her wrists were quite red by now. How long had he been in this position, he did not know. She was gasping for air but this seemed to be exciting both her and the other maid a great deal, not to mention Bastian. Just before she went limp, he released her so she could take a breathe. He then pulled himself away from her and entered the darker maid. <br><br>The blonde remained on the bed gasping for life until finally catching her breathe through the gag. He smiled at her stamina as he pleasured the bronzed maid. To do so, he lifted her off the bed, took here to the wall and entered her. Whilst servicing her, for some time, he grabbed her neck with his large hand and gave it a squeeze. During the next few minutes he would find himself progressively tightening his grip of her as the ecstasy grew within them both. What happened next he could not imagine as another blackout came over him. When he came too, the blonde maid was still laying on the bed face down unaware of what had transpired. The dark haired maid had collapsed on the floor and had deep red makes around her neck. She was not breathing nor was she in any other way alive. Upon touch, her skin was quite cold. He could not move her no matter how hard he tried. He looked at his hands in horror as there could be only one explanation for this. He went over to the door, it was still locked. He had killed her with his own bare hands. He stayed calm on the outside but was panicking on the inside. What was he to do? He had to think fast. <br><br>He took a knife from his belt and moved slowly towards the blonde maid. His next action as swift and precise as he moved the knife over the throat and slashed it with a rapid cut from left to right. Blood poured out of her and on to the sheets as she collapsed into a pool of her own blood. He then left her there to die and went the room. Locking it and taking the key with him. <br><br>In a rush, he went straight to his wife’s bed chamber not looking anyone in the eye as he scuttled to her side. Once outside the room, he knocked and entered without waiting for an invitation. By this time he was in such a state. She was lying on the bed. He went directly to her side and confessed all to her. After which he went to the bathroom to clean himself up before returning to her side.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 12:00:59</strong>
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				<strong> Bitty in the Bedroom and an exit stage left</strong><br><br>The large woman had finished with most of the servants, only the largest of the men was still servicing her when her husband knocked the door. She heard the fear in his voice and smiled. Everything was coming to fruition, earlier than she had hoped but it was good. The grapes that the young woman had brought to her had been dealt with earlier, after all her husband knew not of all her contacts in Rome, and many were so very useful. They had been painted most delightfully and with a strong glass of wine he would taste nothing.<br><br>On hearing her husband the servant was sent away, his body still covered in her own excretions, he was relived in many ways until Matriana suggested she would like him to return later. <br><br>When her husband came in the woman shook her head, this was not the first time that she had seen him so bloody. It was always with females, his male friends were always so well treated….treated almost tenderly. <br><br>She lay on the bed very much exposed, “Come my dear all will be well, perhaps a few grapes, wine and a little of this.” She offered her huge breast and nipple. “I know how it calms you…there is nothing to fear.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 12:17:27</strong>
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				<strong>Bastian's Final Bitty</strong><br><br>He know she would help. She always did when things went as horribly wrong as they so often did when he was left along with women. They may have hated one another but she was like a mother to him in many ways. <br><br>He took the grapes and scoffed them down unaware of their fatal ingredient. He then proceeded to drink the wine that she had offered him before going to her ample bosoms. He drank from them for sometime before finally blacking out once again but this time he would not wake, she had seen to that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaMale</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 19:09:34</strong>
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				He watched the maidens leave with his guest, refraining from tightening his fingers upon the sides of his throne chair. He inclined his head to Bastian, eyes flickering to the fair woman who followed him... her blonde locks fanning over her lovely back. A particular attention welled in him, causing his eyes to follow her intently, with lust and affection akin to that of what he had with his wife. Nay, her beauty could never compare to his Valeria’s... yet Bestia, the Dominus, recalled the moment when in a fit of rage he had turned the tables in the near temple, his bellow echoing throughout his Ludus as he prepared to slaughter priests a many. Her hands had snaked up his broad shoulders and she had crooned in his ear, the fear in her wavering voice apparent as she sought to calm him, tears trekking her cheeks at the thought of her demise which she had no doubt would soon come. <br><br>His chest had heaved with fury, but soon, he had been easing into her hold, giving each present person a stiff nod, and commanding she come to him that night. Aye, that she had, and they had pleased one another well. She was captivating, with a beauty entirely different from his wife’s yet near equal in its own way. Yet he had learned many a moons to permit her visits with his guests. He cared not for possession, he owned every part of her. His affection did not sway his confidence. Her eyes were kept on the ground wisely, and the dominus ran a hand over his stubbled jaw before feeling the heat of his woman’s sex against his thigh. His dark eyes turned to hers and his thighs shifted further apart to allow her access to him as her delicate hands explored his torso and pelvis. He remained casual, leaning his elbow on the edge of the chair and toying with grapes between his graceful fingers as she climbed over him, taking a dominate position which had his lips turning crookedly. Ach, his woman enjoyed dominating him, he knew. The warrior leaned back slightly to gift her access to him and arched a wicked brow. <br><br>“Appropriate behaviour is your forte Love, not mine.” He rumbled in his thick brogue, tilting his hips slightly so that she could feel his thick arousal. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 03:55:42</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon in the baths</strong><br><br>Events unfolded quickly, the two bottom feeders briefly had a standoff before Doctore made his presence known. Ammon cared not for the outcome, he knew the two would be punished. If the two were to meet in the arena? Ammon would obviously watch, however a man was nothing without training. <br><br>Even if one came from a background of violence and fighting? It was a different thing to face a man in ear, it was another entirely in the arena. Fighting techniques changed, as did the frame of mind. A gladiator typically had no choice but to fight differently from an enlisted man. Whereas when you were in the army? You may fight with hundreds of men at your back and sides, against just as many. In the arena? It wasn't uncommon to fight one on one, or in smaller skirmishes. So thus more specialized form was needed, as was the ability to fight off wild beasts if needed. <br><br>However Ammon had finished with his bathing, and with that he sttood and made his way out of the water. Before gathering a fresh loin cloth, Ammon dried himself off somewhat before clothing himself and heading out of the baths. Glancing towards the female for a moment before shrugging it off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 08:58:37</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus is shown to his room by Nakia</strong><br><br>Unaware of his Master’s fate, Amplus found himself at the entrance to his new room. He had said nothing to the recently introduced Nakia until now. His head was down, as he had been taught, as he spoke “My name, as given to me by my master, is Amplus. Apologies for calling you mistress, Nakia, and I will follow any orders that pass my ears.” He looked up at her so that their eyes would meet and then smiled “Particularly if they are to come from you.” <br><br>As he moved from the door to allow Nakia to leave, if she wished to do so, he spoke again “Thank you for showing me to my room. I understand that you have pressing business to attend to so I will not keep you. However, if you have the time I would very much appreciate it if you could return here when you duties allow. That is of course if I have not offended you with my forwardness or indeed spoke above my station. If I have then apologies once again, for I meant no offence.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 15:39:56</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; with Amplus in his new room; on to the Doctore</strong><br>Nakia shrugged off his apology. “It is fine, Amplus. The Mistress is the Domina, I am but her humble servant.” The corners of her mouth turned up very slightly as he made it clear he was willing to obey her without question. He was definitely well trained in being a good slave. She didn’t foresee there being much problems from him, from the others most likely, but not from him. He was fresh meat, and every servant with an interest in males was going to be all over him, vying to be the first to experience him. That in itself would be interesting to monitor. As long as it didn’t interfere with the running of the villa and Ludis, she wouldn’t put a stop to it.<br><br>She quirked her left brow at his boldness. How interesting. Most new slaves to the villa were still in too much shock over their fate. Normally, she left the slaves to themselves, only intermingling to insure the running of the Masters domain. “Perhaps. If my duties and time permit, I shall.” With that she left the room and headed off to her next task.<br><br>She moved with ease and grace as she traveled through the villa to the Arena. Stepping out on the sands she looks around. It seems most are not here, only a few could be seen practicing. Spotting a gladiator not busy at the moment, she approached and asked after the Doctore, pointed towards the bathhouse, she quickly moved that direction. She stepped into the baths and looked around. Finding the Doctore she approached, her head bowed. She came to a stop to the left of him and waited patiently for him to acknowledge her presence. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 20:06:01</strong>
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				When the daughter of Ireland, Ryann, finally became aware of Rioghan's shared heritage and spoke up, there was little the Champion could offer. Before mouth put sound to words his face painted a picture to prepare her, with his soft, concerned eyes. <em>"I am sorry sister, but I have been here a long time. I have no word from home."</em> It had been so long since he had spoken to another who knew his native tongue, what a refreshing experience to use it once more! It raised his spirits just to know there was one who could understand him and indulge him with hearing it. Such a pleasant language compared to what was bombarded on his ears by those all around him. <br><br><em>"You could be here for a long time before you earn enough to buy your way to freedom sister, stay by me. I'll teach you what I can. Think not that compliance is weakness, surviving is the greatest rebellion we can make against them. They expect our death on the sands."</em> It would be a sad day when the Celtic champion's blood had poured on the sands so much that he died. But he had no plans to die any time soon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 22:26:44</strong>
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				<strong>~Doctore, Bathhouse~</strong><br><br>The men straighten up and seem to accept their fate, and the Doctore pauses briefly, whip in hand as he looks over the assembled gladiators.&nbsp; A few of the men he picked out at random, staring to their faces a moment.&nbsp; Each of the three quietly tilted or spun his eyes to Berengarius, very subtly, making no other gesture.<br><br>At the vote of the few and the trust of the unanimous but unspoken claim of his men, the Doctore spun towards Berengarius, gesturing his dismissal.&nbsp; "Just have him taken away, then.&nbsp; One of these men is still salvageable. "&nbsp; His breathing had slowed to some degree, his temper cooling, but like a blade once cooled, much stronger and hardened.<br><br>"You, then."&nbsp; He looked straight to Cinegtorix, patience waning but momentarily focused.&nbsp; "You claim that words will so injure you?"&nbsp; The whip in his hand sprung to life, spinning around in his grip and winding up.&nbsp; "Your life is so easily brought to wounds and torment?"&nbsp; Despite his respect for the man's willingness to stand up and fight, which he far more respected than a man who only resorted to words backed by empty air, he had much to teach.&nbsp; "Fool.&nbsp; Learn what true pain is, and come to know that a gladiator can learn to withstand all forms of punishment."&nbsp; His hand reeled back and then snapped the whip towards Cinegtorix, intending a single slash of pain across the chest.<br><br>He'd been about to leave once more when he saw the pretty young woman with her head bowed, moving over towards him.&nbsp; He nodded to Nakia and inclined his head, listening to what she would tell him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 03:31:29</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; with the Doctore in the Bathhouse</strong><br>Seeing the Doctore aware and listening, Nakia’s voice drifts quietly in the air and still manages to reach the ears of all present. “Doctore, the Domina requests that all Gladiators, including those newly arrived, be cleaned, oiled, and shaved. The Champion is to be painted gold from head to toe. The others are to be presented for inspection, while the Champion is to show his skills before honoured guests.” She lapses into silence when she is finished. Though she doesn’t raise her head, she makes certain subtle gestures to the domestic slaves present, and they scurry off to get things needed for preparation as well as more slaves to help with the process. Nakia knows her place well, and waits for the Doctore’s words of reply.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 03:43:19</strong>
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				"Very well."&nbsp; The Doctore nodded, looking over to the various gladiators and giving a sharp crack of his whip for emphasis.&nbsp; "Alright, everyone!&nbsp; All Gladiators, including you new lot, are to be cleaned, oiled and shaved.&nbsp; Get in line and you'll be inspected by the Dominus when it's all done.&nbsp; Champion," the doctore's gaze drifted to him, <br>"you know the drill by now, I'm sure."<br><br>His gaze then drifted back to Nakia, looking her over for a moment.&nbsp; "Let the Dominus know that they'll be ready within the hour, or I'll know the reason why."
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 04:08:55</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; with the Doctore in the Bathhouse; Dominus and Domina; inner courtyard </strong><br>Nakia starts to speak at the Doctore’s response, but her mouth snaps closed and she bows slightly to him. “As you command, Doctore.” She turns to leave, noting the slaves entering to complete the orders now given. A look is all she needs to give; they know if they fail they will answer to her. While it was well known that Nakia wasn’t a harsh taskmistress as head slave, when you failed, she would come down on you like a mountain. None had failed her in a very long time.<br><br>Nakia stepped back onto the Arena sands. She briefly looks towards the Infirmary and sighs silently. She then turns her steps towards the villa. She had a message to deliver before she might be able to speak with the Medicus. She entered the villa and wound her way back to the inner courtyard. Finally she enters to find the Domina atop her husband and stops at the door to await their acknowledgement of her presence, head bowed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 07:46:09</strong>
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				<strong>~ Liliana in the outer courtyard with Antonious and Aulus ~</strong><br><br><strong>“Is the wine to honor these so called……Gladitorial games?”</strong>&nbsp;Liliana’s attention was called back to Aulus by his question, as Rufius obediently departed to do her bidding. As the soldier moved to search within his satchel bag, Liliana replied to him, “An eager young man filled with questions...I find I favor helping you slake your curiosity, my dear Aulus.” As his strong hands gripped his water skin and his mouth opened to receive the stream of cool water flowing over his parted lips, Liliana contemplated the young man with an appreciative eye. A soft sheen of sweat glistened on his exposed chest that his unbuttoned tunic revealed, and she smiled at his display. For all his blushes and hesitation, whether he consciously recognized it or not, Aulus was definitely offering her an invitation.<br><br>Having wed at such a young age to a man already well past his prime, for years Liliana's young, ripe body knew only the feel of her aged husband’s softening and fading form, his dry and withered touch the only caresses she received.&nbsp; Praise the Gods her husband was an experienced and skillful lover.&nbsp; But once he freed his young wife to seek out what pleasures could be found during his long absences, Liliana had been introduced to a whole new world of intoxicating sensuality that had since become an insatiable hunger.&nbsp; After her first erotic encounter with a man whose virility had not yet flown, she had discovered a yearning taste for the potent aphrodisiac of powerful and sculpted bodies of men as yet unscathed by the ravages of time. However skillful an aged lover might be, youth can never be regained. On the other hand, a young man with a hard body and a willing mind could be taught the art of skilled lovemaking if need be.&nbsp; Liliana’s soft womanly heart loved her husband with tender fondness, but her carnal woman’s body craved otherwise.&nbsp; Blessings be that she did not have to choose one over the other!<br><br>Pacing toward Antonious, Liliana stroked her fingers over the smooth jewel at her neck. “Antonious, you have brought many lovely temptations with you today - for now I choose this one, but perhaps before you depart I will discover I am in need of more. However, I find I am intrigued to hear more of the Legion from your young apprentice; would you mind instructing Rufius to leave the wine next to your table when he returns? I think I will invite your young soldier for a stroll as we continue our conversation.” <br><br>Nodding her head graciously in parting, Liliana prowled back over to where Aulus stood. Circling the slender fingers of her hand lightly around his left bicep, Liliana breathed deeply of the musky aroma of Aulus’ bared skin. Her violet gaze lifted from the pleasing expanse of skin to meet his blue eyes, and a slight curve bowed her soft lips as she gestured with her other hand to the inner courtyard gardens. “I noticed a garden area just off this outer courtyard - perhaps we can find a secluded bench where we could...more comfortably satisfy our mutual curiosities.” Her sandaled feet took small graceful steps over the heated sand as she began to lead Aulus toward the inner courtyard’s garden area.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 23:15:49</strong>
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				~<strong><em>Ryann, in the baths, being prepared</em></strong>~<br><br>Even though to hear the wondrous lilt of her home flow from Rioghan's lips was the sweetest thing she'd known since her capture, his words brought her heart to stutter, brought her breath to hitch, and her fingers to grip tighter to his arm where her hand rested. Perhaps her nails even dug into flesh, enough to draw blood. And as this man with hair of flame gazed upon her with such concern, such a gentleness that belied his stature let alone his rank, her own gaze of&nbsp; Irish green began to shimmer with un-shed tears. Her head would drop slightly, raven curls drifting against her youthful visage to hide the fact of her weakness, stray locks sliding over pert breasts.<br><br>But as he spoke of expectations of dying upon the Roman sands, those same eyes of a child grew fierce, glimmering with hatred. As he spoke of keeping by his side, of being compliant long enough to survive, her chin lifted, and the tears that had threatened to spill never did. Dropping her hand to her side she would give a curt nod to Rioghan, her gaze drifting about the bathhouse, taking in all the men surrounding her. Her posture took again that of warrior, strong shoulders lifting, a shift of her form easing now relaxed muscle. She, daughter of Ireland that she was, stood next to the Champion in naught but a loincloth and showing no sign of modesty. It was still a mystery on what exactly her fate was to be in this Ludus. She supposed she was to be a Gladiator. If so she would fight with every fiber of her being!<br><br>“<em>You are right my brother, and I thank you for your kindness. Though I know Death will find me soon enough, I vow that it will not be here in this hell. My feet shall feel the green lands of home, I shall smell the sweet air, and there... I will die..”</em><br><br>The Doctore swept in to tame and have the German removed, his fate unknown, but he was quickly forgotten. Ryann saw that the other new man, Cignetorix, easily slipped back into being quiet and watching his surroundings, and as her eyes slipped to Ammon once again, she couldn't stop the shiver that flowed through her sleek body. So fierce he was..so harshly beautiful. So enamored she was in sweeping her gaze over Ammon's form that when the Doctore snapped out orders she had to blink, and snap out of her reverie. Slaves were already scampering about, heading to each Gladiator respectively, and she found herself swept up as well. A scowl worked across her lovely brow, irritation setting in at hands leading her to a spot to be scraped and oiled. Was she to be put on display then?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 05:46:20</strong>
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				The sensation of the water was cool and constricting against his skin.&nbsp; It provided him relief from the attrition of the beating heat of the sun which was a plenty here at this high elevation in the Roman Republic.&nbsp; The heat was quite similar to his experiences in the East.&nbsp; His officers always reminding him and his fellow Hastati that water was vital for surviving both on and off the battlefield.&nbsp; An army cannot move unless it has food, and access to water.&nbsp; Only now did he understand the values of water off the battlefield, but lacked the foresight that it would create an interesting show for the eyes of Liliana.<br>Liliana’s eyes never left his.&nbsp; Her ambitions were much like his eyes; a predator having marked her game. Is it was this….animal instinct that made her move to Antonious to sweeten his ears with the sugar coated words of her tongue. <br><br>“Antonious, you have brought many lovely temptations with you today - for now I choose this one, but perhaps before you depart I will discover I am in need of more. However, I find I am intrigued to hear more of the Legion from your young apprentice; would you mind instructing Rufius to leave the wine next to your table when he returns? I think I will invite your young soldier for a stroll as we continue our conversation.”<br><br>A startled look washed over Aulus’ face as he blankly stared at Antonious.&nbsp; Clearly she had motives, but motives that were clearly oblivious to Aulus.&nbsp; The shock on his face was not by means of the hidden intentions behind the proposal, but rather that such a transaction was available.&nbsp; His role though limited to learning and protecting his guardian was never expanded to the point where others may take possession of him, even if but a brief moment, and alone at that.&nbsp; A wave of red flushed at his cheeks as he caught ear of her proposal to escort her to continue their conversation.&nbsp; Antonious was sly and quick enough to notice the young man’s reaction which only it made it more interesting if not to dare such an offer.<br><br>“You flatter me with your kind words m’lady, and even more so with more interests with what goods I bare.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Her request dare not fall on flatten ears, “….but of course m’lady I will certainly see to the transaction and guarding the wine.&nbsp; Of course you’re ladyship will allow me an opportunity to sample such fine gifts if I may?” &nbsp;As far as her last request was concerned, Antonious seemed to hold no ill will towards her proposal, “By all means the young lad is all yours, besides I still got plenty of guards here to squander of their money.” The old sleepy merchant looked to the boy as if waiting for him to take action to the lady’s request.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Well what you waiting for lad, the lady has asked for your time, no sense in wasting it.”&nbsp; Aulus’ having now come to grips with reality and what had now been settled was slow to react.&nbsp; He first started out clumsy as he tried to reattach the button strap to his tunic masking his bare flesh, but his clumsiness left him fumbling with the button taking what would normally be seconds instead minutes.&nbsp; After finally securing the strap his next show would be that of reckless.&nbsp; When he moved from behind the kiosk to approach Liliana he had accidently bang his kneecap against the corner of the kiosk.&nbsp; A sudden, sharp pain overwhelmed him as his top teeth bite into his lip struggling not to dare make a sound.&nbsp; A few droplets of blood escaped his lips from his canine teeth burying into the flesh while he allowed the pain to subside.<br><br>Aulus had very limited experience escorting nobility, especially female nobility.&nbsp; Because he was one of the lower dregs of soldiers such training and knowledge was deemed unsuitable/unnecessary for men such as him.&nbsp; This made it even more difficult when her hand hooked onto his left bicep, her body leaning ever slower to his side, like two young lovers. &nbsp;“I noticed a garden area just off this outer courtyard - perhaps we can find a secluded bench where we could...more comfortably satisfy our mutual curiosities.”&nbsp; The way she had used the word “secluded” it almost seemed like that of a conspiracy or hidden motive beneath her honey coated words, but unfortunately they were just simple words to Aulus as he nodded in agreement. One of the more valuable lessons Antonious instructed to the man was that “the customer was always correct, unless they try to squirm ya out of more money” and even in this situation, the same golden rule was to be applied.&nbsp; He remained cautious and made sure to match the lady’s pace so as to not force her to speed up or slow down on account of him. Instead of roaming through the western training grounds, they would move East instead passing through as series of main doors.&nbsp; Before them was a small but luscious room that was filled with assorted plants and herbs which were fenced to allow separation between the plants and a means for them to grow as a whole.&nbsp; One could simply take but a whiff and be caught in a tidal wave of aroma that of simple plants, to rich unique flavors that the mind could not fully interpret.<br>Just past the doors of this medicinal home were the means to enter the inner courtyard. <br><br>Aulus was at first a bit nervous to take steps inside such a beautiful area.&nbsp; Unlike the barren outside, the inner courtyard flourished with life, a small capsule of greens, blues, red, all colors imaginable, unlike the rocky, barren and sandy outer courtyard.&nbsp; During his moment of weakness a woman (Nakia) would pass by both him and Liliana.&nbsp; Her motives were unclear but certainly driven based on the way she paced herself.&nbsp; His blue predator eyes would only get a moment’s glance at her, and even then he wasn’t even sure if this creature even knew about his and Liliana’s presence. Because of the woman’s commonly brown hair and her more…….limited attire it was easy for Aulus to rule out that was in-fact a servant to this Ludus.&nbsp; However, during that brief moment of getting to see her face, Aulus was slightly distracted by the gems that were encrusted on her forehead.&nbsp; Was it perhaps some trick, or perhaps a tradition about her people?&nbsp; Well either case it gave away to Aulus’ attention which would be a momentary weakness.&nbsp; A second after the woman’s brief passing he turned to Liliana once more, offering her an attempt of a smile to mark his enjoyment walking with her.&nbsp; Soldier’s needed a lot more work in smiling, but at the very least he attempted to pull it off and while it wasn’t the most perfect smile, it was one that certainly can fool to believe that he couldn’t be a soldier.<br><br>“If I may ask m’lady, what is it you wish to know about the Legion?”<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 05:06:41</strong>
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				<strong>~ Liliana strolling in the outer courtyard with Aulus ~</strong><br><br>This time Liliana could not contain her amused laughter at Aulus’ flustered antics in reaction to her overtures, and the soft sounds of her humor bubbled over her smiling lips and twinkled in her violet eyes.&nbsp; His wide blue eyes and furiously flushing cheeks made it obvious to her that Aulus’ thoughts were running wild at her simple invitation to stroll and converse.&nbsp; His lean, strong fingers which no doubt skillfully wielded a killing sword were suddenly fumbling and unsure with his own uniform. His body which was no doubt kept gracefully in control under most circumstances, failed him in the task of simply walking, and his kneecap paid the price, along with the tender flesh of his lip.&nbsp; Liliana’s gaze lowered to the crimson teardrop at the corner of his mouth, and her tongue darted out to run along her own full lower lip. The constraints of being in public, in the home of somebody she didn’t know, restricted her freedom to do exactly as she wished. So, she settled for raising her hand to Aulus’ lip and gently brushing away the small bead of blood with her fingertip. “These sands must call to the blood of any man who paces atop them, it seems” she gracefully tried to avert causing the discomposed young man any further embarrassment in front of his guardian.<br><br>As they strolled in silence at a comfortable pace along the perimeter of the outer courtyard, Liliana glanced up at Aulus briefly from beneath her lashes to gauge how the nervous young soldier was faring at having a woman close on his arm. As they approached one of the small, open anterooms of the inner courtyard, Liliana’s pleasure glowed on her face at discovering such a luscious oasis within the scorching sand and sun of the ludus. The greenery of the leaves and vines, punctuated with a riot of color everywhere the eye came to rest, the scents of the flowers weaving a floral tapestry of aural pleasure.&nbsp; A long curved bench nestled within the verdant foliage, and Liliana moved to take a seat. Sensing his continued nervousness, Liliana’s lips curved softly upward as she spoke teasingly to Aulus, patting her hand beside her on the bench.&nbsp; “Come, my Rabbit. I promise to not molest you beyond your endurance, brave soldier.”<br><br>When a lovely young slave made her way toward them focused intently on her destination, Liliana’s keen eyes noticed Aulus’ immediate fascination. Grinning to herself, Liliana indulged her impulse. Speaking loud enough to be assured the slave would hear her, Liliana called out, “Slave girl - come to me. I have need.”&nbsp; She did not speak with condescension or dismissiveness, but any slave having training of any measure would instantly recognize the natural authority in her tone and instinctively know she was of position and power and must be obeyed - stranger or no.&nbsp; Liliana watched with approval as the beautiful young slave approached her unhesitatingly and yet with appropriate deference. “Very good, many thanks. What is your name?” Liliana showed her approval outwardly, as the girl’s posture and movements spoke of her fine training and quality. She had obviously been hurrying to her destination not out of fear of reprisal, but from desire to accomplish that which she had been charged to do. A well-trained, confident yet obedient slave was indeed of value...possibly even to herself as opportunity may present.<br><br>“Nakia, I find my valiant companion has need of your nimble fingers to assist him with a task he has found...hard.”&nbsp; Her eyes glistening with mischief, she continued to play with her newly found diversions. Making sure the girl knew she would accept no hesitation, even should Aulus object with shyness, she spoke directly to the slave girl, sliding her slender fingers beneath the girl’s chin and holding her gaze for long moments. “Nakia, the soldier’s buttons on his tunic have somehow been fastened incorrectly.” Softly releasing her chin, Liliana pressed her palm gently but firmly into the small of Nakia’s back, as she guided the girl to stand in between Aulus’ opened legs where he sat, until her body was almost touching his. “I have need of you to undo them and then rebutton them correctly.”&nbsp; Smiling at Aulus with exaggerated innocence, she lounged back on the bench to watch the entertaining interaction, her fingers stroking absently down the silky folds of her gown as she stifled soft giggles every so often at his expression and posture as the beautiful and dutiful slave did as she was asked.&nbsp; <br><br>After she had dismissed Nakia to allow her to continue on her course, Liliana smiled warmly at Aulus, leisurely twining her fingers in her long dark hair as she watched him try to compose himself, finally croaking out his first words to her since she had touched his arm, <strong>“If I may ask m’lady, what is it you wish to know about the Legion?”</strong>&nbsp; “Ah, Rabbit...I have little familiarity - where do you suggest we start?” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 19:40:01</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; with her Masters reflecting while she waits </strong><br>&nbsp;The Masters were apparently very wrapped up in themselves. Nakia wasn’t overly worried though, she had patience in abundance long since trained into her. While she waited, she reflected on the strange encounter she had with a man and woman on her way here. <br><br><em>As she crossed the sands, she hadn’t paid but peripheral attention to the couple also wandering about. This was a somewhat busy day, and people had been everywhere after all. She had dismissed them as she continued on, until, an authoritative feminine voice rang out calling her over. Without thought, she’d obeyed instantly. She kept her eyes lowered as was proper and answered promptly to the query of her name. “Nakia, Mistress.” Her origin’s accent faint in her voice, making it slightly exotic in nature.<br><br>Nakia didn’t fight the woman’s raising of her chin and looked boldly in her eyes as she spoke of her companion’s dressing problem. She had long ago learned that the Roman wealthy could be odd in their pursuits of pleasure and distraction, so the request didn’t bother her in the least. She really didn’t need the extra propelling towards the man that the woman gave, but didn’t move too fast so the woman could feel she had control of the situation. <br><br>She scanned over the problem and found that indeed half the buttons were misaligned. She glanced up briefly into his face as her hands moved and starting at the top, unbuttoned the tunic all the way down. He was pleasant to look upon, but she dropped her gaze to the hollow of his throat as was proper for a slave. She noted the tattoo on the side of his neck that slightly peeked out from under his collar with the tunic wide open. It seemed vaguely familiar, but without a view of the whole thing, it just wouldn’t come to surface in her mind at the moment. <br><br>Nakia kept hold of the fabric’s edges with her fingers, as each button was fastened proper, she would slide them up to the next set. Occasionally, her finger tips would graze the flesh of his belly and chest while on their way to the next hole and button. After a short amount of time, she had finished her job and stepped back out from between his legs. She gave a slight bow to him, and then turned to the lady. She bowed to her as well, but waited to be sure there was nothing more required of her. Once released, she continued on her way.</em><br><br>A slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth at the memory. It had been a rather interesting experience to say the least. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 22:15:12</strong>
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				<strong>~ Domina Valeria; happily playing with fire ~<br>~ Villa inner courtyard ~</strong><br><br>It was no secret that the Domina relished these moments with her husband, when she would assert some manner of authority over him. Though the true test was to see how far she could reign supreme, before the wrestling for dominance began. The rumble in his voice for example, hardly concealed the wilder nature within. Nor the tilt of his hips towards her, hid the passive purpose disguised behind his more nonchalant attention to the grapes. Valeria unleashed a more frustrated, nasal breath; lowering her pelvis upon his lap to meet with his second tilt and feel the more obvious arousal straining against his tunic. While her caramel orbs sought to maintain focused contact with his darker pools, his response brought self-righteous chortle to her smirk. <br><br>“Well,” she started; her sly tone already insinuating her teasing comeback. Her right hand having snaked up behind his head, to weave her fingers through his tousled, tar black hair. “If that is <em>my</em> forte, then what, pray tell, is yours?” One, thickly arched brow, curves at the opportunity to gouge the man further with her light mockery. “I had thought your hands at least capable, but it would seem you cannot even handle a coin pouch as of late, <em>my dear</em>.” Accentuating those words further, and the next ones, she twirls his hair around her fingers until the locks are wound tight enough for him to feel a pull. “I fear you may be losing your touch.” <br><br>Still irked by the purchase of inadequate slaves, with an unbalanced smirk; the right corner of her lips lifted higher than the left, Valeria reaches with her left hand to grasp at Manius' wrist. Attempting to assert some degree of strength over him, she tries to hold the grape-holding hand in place, while leaning sideways from the waist. The action has her sitting fully upon his lap with the bending of her knees, while her hand leaves his hair to grip his collar again. Her head stoops forwards to steal the grape with a kiss upon his fingertips... so long as he doesn't recognise and deflect her addition of salt to the verbal wound. All the while, Valeria has not yet noticed the rather swift and definitely unplanned return of Nakia. Though if she had, who could tell if it would bother her enough to stop? Performing such acts in front of her slaves, is hardly an uncommon occurrence.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 23:20:24</strong>
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				Perhaps one of the most difficult duties of being an escort was that of never leading.&nbsp; Antonious had instructed him that such transactions require the hired to always be either behind or side by side with their client.&nbsp; Aulus with his military background grew accustom to two forms of speed; marching and running.&nbsp; Even with Liliana’s sandals her walking pace was roughly half the speed of Aulus’ pace which forced him to change it immediately or risk displeasing or even insult the client.&nbsp; To do this it required of him to slow his breathing to the point where instead of small constant breaths it became more large inhales of air.&nbsp; This allowed his chest cavity to contract tracing a small but visible outline of his body tone from the confines of his garments.&nbsp; But the adjustment of pace was only one of many issues.<br><br>Keeping close to Liliana having her arm around him had left him quite nervous.&nbsp; Her skin, much like at the time in the outer courtyard felt like the finest of silks.&nbsp; Clearly noblewoman, unlike soldiers knew well how to take care of their bodies.&nbsp; It must had cost her a fortune to have such traits about her; beautiful eyes, skin like silk, full rich hair like the finest of mares.&nbsp; It certainly gave him more reason to backup his comment to her regarding Venus.&nbsp; While Liliana looked to have enjoyed every second with him written all over her face, Aulus’ nervousness was clearly written over his.&nbsp; The redness in his cheeks seemed to have never stopped the moment she had taken ahold of him, and even when Nakia had massed seeing another beautiful women will entwined with another left him even more embarrassed, trying to use small talk with Liliana to mask his worries.<br><br>Aulus kept professional and allowed her to lead them to a bench for them to rest and converse whilst they gaze upon the beauty of the inner courtyard.&nbsp; Liliana’s hand gently patting at the side of the bench next to her, “Come, my Rabbit. I promise to not molest you beyond your endurance, brave soldier.” <em> Rabbit?&nbsp; Such an interesting yet strange name to be called by…..</em>Aulus never thought himself similar to a rabbit, but if one were to know his past, you could say that a rabbit make actually suit him well, what with his speed/agility and ability hide well in slums especially.&nbsp; Aulus decided that it would be best to let himself be called Rabbit, after all if it helped him raise money for his trip to Capua and his parents funeral then he would see to it to the end.&nbsp; Of course with Liliana at least from Aulus’ prospective you can never know what to expect.&nbsp; Which only made her next move all the more……..risque if not completely bold after Aulus had simply just sat next to her at her request.<br><br>The very woman whom had passed by earlier had apparently stilled remained here in the inner courtyard, most likely entangled in her duties, <em>wasn’t that what a slave did?</em>&nbsp; That is until Liliana had called to her requesting her assistance with a matter.&nbsp; “Nakia, I find my valiant companion has need of your nimble fingers to assist him with a task he has found...hard.”&nbsp; He watched how her serpentine hands slithered against Nakia’s chin, speaking with no need of secrecy.&nbsp; Aulus eyes widened not in terror, but perhaps shock.&nbsp; A strange mind Nobles had, one he perhaps never hopes to understand.&nbsp; He was a man of the lower class system, which he cherished since it was more simple then more political positions.&nbsp; Now this woman whom she had requested him to escort had now asked another woman to fix his attire, which he didn’t even notice was disfigured from improper buttoning and tying of the laces.&nbsp; Perhaps even more bold was how she motivated Nakia to position herself in between his legs while he remained sat next to Liliana on the bench.&nbsp; As Nakia moved closer to him, his chest caved upward as if Aulus had been holding his breath.&nbsp; Every centimeter she got closer he would try to slide back another centimeter nervous about having yet another woman examine him so closely and even strip him of his upper garments.<br><br>Unfortunately, his shyness would cost him, leaving behind a small residual pain at the back of his head.&nbsp; When Nakia came almost to the point of the touching the front of the bench Aulus would have move back to much.&nbsp; Her presence had marked a distraction to him, leaving him completely oblivious as to how wide the bench was.&nbsp; With his buttocks slipping from the bench his body fell completely backwards.&nbsp; His hands flailed upwards making sure not to hit neither Liliana nor Nakia.&nbsp; The back of his head would then meet the ground leaving him with a small whip lash of vibration.&nbsp; His hand now free from danger pressed lightly on the back of his head as he tried to regain his equilibrium and return to the seat of the bench.&nbsp; Nakia hadn’t move so when he turned to find her once again in front of him, and close for that matter, his face once again flared to a bright red, most likely a combination of his embarrassing fall and the close proximity of not one but two women, both extravagant&nbsp; beyond measure.<br><br>When Nakia finally made a move in unbuttoning the upper front of his tunic, Aulus had taken the liberty to turn his head to the side staring upward, his shyness clearly written all over him.&nbsp; Even his eyes tried everymeans to escape the demi-goddess’ eyes, two pairs of gems casting an alluring gaze upon him, which only made his blood warmer, giving away large rhythmic pulses from his hearts,&nbsp; and perhaps pulses that even Nakia could sense possibly as she undressed him.&nbsp; It wouldn’t be a surprise though if Nakia had pondered why this man even despite his position did not exhibit an attitude of confidence.&nbsp; Roman men especially from the eyes of the slaves were like brutes whom took what they wanted when they wanted.&nbsp; Aulus remained the complete opposite, a man who rather than take becomes of the attention of others.&nbsp; Every button that came unfastened was only one step closer to revealing what had already been viewed (by one set of eyes), and now it was Nakia’s turn.&nbsp; <br><br>The tunic split apart the cocoon of a caterpillar.&nbsp; His body did not carry the reward of over-developed muscles much like the bulls of this Ludus, but rather focus on body growth, Aulus focused on conditioning his body to the brink where little to no fat could be traced on him, only leave a body that seemed like a carved marble (or in this case light bronze) statue detailing every outline of his body shape with strength that seemed to fit his body size almost perfectly, like a performer of the finest qualities.&nbsp; Even with the tan hide of his however, the body was a visual book of his veteran status in the Legion.&nbsp; Scars of shapes and sizes riddled all over his body.&nbsp; Some wounds were of slash marks, puncture, and even burns, perhaps each scar carrying a unique story with it.&nbsp; Of course in addition there was also his tattoo, and like Liliana, Nakia had also traced the outlines of the tattoo, as if investigating into its meaning.&nbsp; With Aulus’ neck turned, the collar of his tunic parted wider allowing more visible of his tattoo to the female slave.<br><br>The tattoo was the standard mark of recruitment into the Legion.&nbsp; Normally it was imprinted on a soldiers arm or hand after 5-6 months of training, but Aulus had volunteered to have it imprinted on his neck.&nbsp; It bore the standard eagle atop of a wreath carrying the letters “SPQR”.&nbsp; Perhaps the most visible way of identifying him.&nbsp; Her fascination however would only be brief till she returned immediately to the task at hand which was fastening his attire. When she had finished she was kind to have bowed to him.&nbsp; Aulus stumbled as she tried to find the right words to thank her, while at the same time not embarrass Liliana. &nbsp;“Please excuse my incompetence from having to distract you from your duties.”&nbsp; His voice was completely sincere as he returned the favor to her by bowing his head modestly in return.&nbsp; He then turned to Liliana as he made sure not to let Nakia rob him of her time, which hence led to his question, and to Liliana’s answer.<br><br>“Ah, Rabbit...I have little familiarity - where do you suggest we start?”<br><br>Aulus had to remember that when discussing his experiences that it was vital to not expose any of the more secretive traditions of the Legion.&nbsp; Each soldier is sworn to protect these practices and traditions so no one may take advantage of one the greatest military brotherhoods in the entire world.&nbsp; At the same time though he was also uncomfortable with recounting his experiences in the east.&nbsp; The transition of his personality was forged through those years and it had left behind some of his more vicious scars, and they were not the physically inflicted ones.&nbsp; However, having also experience for 2 weeks at sea battling pirates allowed him an alternative course of dialogue that seemed more calming to him since it was just recent.&nbsp; He first began where he had originated from, “……I was born in Capua…..”&nbsp; Following that he described his parents; his father a former soldier who coincidentally served with Pompey against the Kingdom of Pontus who retired to being a quarry worker, and his mother who was very charismatic and worked in the markets at a food kiosk.<br><br>When his childhood was finally covered, he jumped ahead to the day he was recruited, “….a rock fell on my father’s leg, and when Pompey came for him, I stepped forward.&nbsp; I couldn’t let my father serve under the conditions.” &nbsp;Then came his transition of the legion making sure to hide all secrets of the brotherhood, “……it was very difficult training there, but I thank the gods, especially Mars for having come this far.”&nbsp; He made a minor note that his father liked to refer to himself as “a son of Mars,” which Aulus had adopted from him, showing more favoritism towards Mars of all the gods.&nbsp; &nbsp;His words and descriptions were like listening to a journal of a fallen soldier; full of passion in each word he pronounced, trapping the emotion behind each entry.&nbsp; No doubt he was audible enough to catch Liliana’s ears, but for Naikia he did not know.&nbsp; <br><br>Because of his poetic dialogue, it allowed him to skip past his more brutal experiences and brought on the topic of his days fighting pirates, “…..even at sea, the Cicillian Pirates proved to be a difficult opponent since they are master sailors….”&nbsp; He then noted a battle he had taken a part of where he was instructed to capture one of the top lieutenants of the pirates.&nbsp; Removing his duel blades from his sheaths he presented the custom designed blades to Liliana.&nbsp; He followed that with an explanation that he obtained these from that very lieutenant, “…..he had a very unique fighting technique that allowed 360 degree motion of attack.&nbsp; After I captured him I was able to adapt his style into my own training.”&nbsp; He ended that with most favorite if not common saying, “Quel che non ammazza, ingrassa.”&nbsp; His hands shifted the blades so that he had grasped the steel itself while allowing Liliana to view the hilt in clear sight.&nbsp; The hilt had been customized with small strips of metal, two pieces on the sides (one each) which were curved like “o” rings, while the bottom of the hilt had a long strip of metal&nbsp; as wide as the hilt itself in the shape of a curved “w” with the middle vector forged on the hilt.<br><br>He concluded his journal adding to his account to be here.&nbsp; After 2 weeks of fighting pirates, he described how he had been summoned by Pompey to receive news of great tragedy, “…..my parents, they were consumed in a fire….”&nbsp; &nbsp;The legion always told you never to shed tears, which was not his greatest strong point considering the news was still fairly recent.&nbsp; A lone tear escaped from his left eye, but he refused for the right to submit to weakness as well.&nbsp; Wiping the tear away with his thumb he looked to Liliana.&nbsp; If one were to describe a animal behind those eyes, it would be like that a black wolf in a nest of greys.&nbsp; Reality was that he was different from the more common Romans, yet confident enough to proclaim himself a “son of Mars”.&nbsp; His look to her was able to show strength, mixed with a dose of humanity; a fine specimen for a noblewoman’s attention, or even perhaps slaves, providing he is able to converse with one long enough. &nbsp;“Thus I must gather money to pay for a funeral to see my family properly to the afterlife.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 02:33:56</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; with her Masters reflecting while she waits after observing her Domina briefly </strong><br>Nakia briefly came out of her reverie to check on the Domina and Dominus. Seeing them both still preoccupied, she went back to her musings. Her thoughts centered on the male she’d encountered earlier once more.<br><br><em>She had felt bad for the male when he toppled off the bench backwards. She’d almost reached out to try to stop his tumble, or at the very least help him back up. She refrained herself though, not moving from where she’d been placed. Instead, she watched him right himself, studying him closely. The coloring of his face once he returned to sitting in front of her was rather charming. It was more than evident the man was uncomfortable with her proximity.<br><br>Nakia’s peripheral vision had been honed to excellence in her years of being a slave. So, while she kept her eyes on his tattoo, she was aware of the scars on his body, both from what she could see, and when her fingers had occasionally grazed his skin. She wondered briefly if asked if he could tell her how he got each one, or if they all blended in his memory now.</em><br><br>She muses a bit on the tattoo and her eyes suddenly widen as she realizes what it stood for. A soft, slight gasp escapes her lips. He was a Legionnaire. She frowns slightly at this realization. He was strangely meek for a soldier. Now she was curious as to his story. Pity she‘d never have the chance to learn it. She turned her thoughts to other matters now, though every now and again, his blue eyes would crop up in her memory and catch her of guard.
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 12:55:16</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus mixes a drink for Sorcha<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>From the looks of it, the Pict had swallowed part of the guards ear. Autolycus had found another chunk on the floor, bloody and mangled and useless. It had ended in the waste bin. And so there was nothing left for him to do but clean the wound, stitch it up, then dab a little honey on it to sedate it, prevent infection. “Don’t touch it. Don’t wash it,” he instructed as he helped the guard to his feet and escorted him out the door. “Leave it like that and come see me again tomorrow.” <br><br>He closed the door and walked back into the room where the Welsh slave was still sleeping peacefully, talking now and then in that strange language of hers. <br><br>And then there was the Pict.<br><br>Autolycus looked to creature in the cage and smiled. Yes, now, finally, he’d have time to deal with that one. Tricky of course, such a feral thing. He wanted, very much, to examine her more closely but he’d have to be careful. He was rather attached to his body and did not want to lose any parts of it. Turning away, he went to his workbench. That place with the dried herbs and mysterious little flasks and bottles. He began to sort through them, thinking.&nbsp; <em>Opium poppy of course… Mandregona… </em> Make her sleepy, woozy, easier to handle. Of course it was also likely to make her hallucinate and other things besides. <br><br>He worked carefully, wanting to get the mixture just right. Not too much, she was but a small thing. Finally, he declared himself satisfied and poured the resulting liquid into a small flask, then went to the table to poor himself a well-deserved drink.&nbsp; <br><br>The drink was called <em>oxos</em>. A sour wine enriched with vinegar, honey, spices and water. A little something he’d learned to make in his time on Kos. Healthier than regular wine. Cheaper too. And easily as tasty. He drained his cup and sighed contentedly, all the while looking at Sorcha with his pale green eyes. She was thirsty too, he was certain of it. The Spanish sun, all that dust on the road to the ludus… He stood up and poured a second cup, his back to the Pict so she would not see him adding a few drops of the special mixture to her drink. <br><br>He put the cup down outside the cage where she’d just be able to grab it through the bars. <br><br>He stepped back, waiting to see what she’d do.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 12:56:24</strong>
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				Sorcha curled her lip at the man with strange eyes like the grass under the snow, though since her capture she had noticed many colours, not dark, perhaps only those that tread softly were allowed eyes of the true earth. She snarled at him especially after the beating she had received from the large and rather foolish man that should know better. Next time she would be ready for him and the filthy and dirty metal man would suffer, however tall he was, as it was the man spoke gibberish and was too loud and would likely die soon on the land or too the land for she was a vengeful mother.<br><br>The pict watched the Greek carefully, she was cautious, as yet he had only seemed to care perhaps he could be trusted to offer a drink. Something about him reminded of the elder woman that understood much of the land and help birth children, not only her but the man that walked many miles, the one that knew the tribes and must not be hurt.&nbsp; After some consideration she grasped the drink, after all as he understood she was thirsty, very thirsty indeed, the blood of the metal guard had not sated her at all. Thus this young pict took the cup or rather snatched it. Sorcha sniffed at it, and frowned she did not recognise the smell in there; the aroma was not one that she knew. Though considered intelligent in her tribe…the survival instinct of thirst took over and finally the pict swallowed the strange tasting liquid.<br><br>Things stared to become strange, and Sorcha’s legs became weak, or not weak rather as if they were not there in this vile unnatural place. Her body followed suit as she fell to the base of the cage in a stupor it was only then that her mind and spirit was released… The pict’s body twitched a little but for the most was still. She certainly even if bloody looked very different when she was prone and asleep. Perhaps this was why the Dominus had picked this feral animal.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 12:58:28</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus prepares to examine the Pict <br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>Finally, she collapsed. He watched her, lying there, observed the steady rise and fall of her chest. Her face, no longer twisted in a snarl. It was a pretty face. And she seemed smaller now, delicate and harmless. He approached the cage and kneeled before it, reaching through the bars to feel the heartbeat in her neck. Touching her for the first time. Her pale skin felt no warmer or colder than any other skin… Why had he expected different? <br><br>Standing, Autolycus opened the cage and gathered the Pict in his arms. <br><br>Soon he had her on his operating table, leather straps holding her firmly in place just to be safe. <br><br>He got out a wax tablet and wrote on it with his stylus. <em>Pict. Female</em> He looked up, his eyes roamed over her body, then he added a couple more notes, estimating age, height, weight. He put the tablet and stylus down. <br><br>Breathing in, he laid a hand on Sorcha’s arm, marveling at being able to do so without consequence. Like touching some live wild animal. Leaning forward, he brushed the greasy, matted black hair from her face. One eyelid twitched in dream and wondered, briefly, what one such as her would dream about. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 13:00:20</strong>
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				<em> Blood on the snow, blood in the snow….. They'll never rest until they've spoiled the earth….</em><br><br>She saw the destruction of both the metal men and her people as the vile monsters destroyed the land, her land. She saw the last of the wolves die as outlaws in the last of the forests so far away….many generations away, generations when all was lost. She saw her pony’s nay their ponies fall as nothing more than sport. <br><br>The scent of heather filled her nostrils with such a fragrance, at least that brought her some joy and from above she saw the white and the purple … yet even then the stench of blood mingled there and spoiled its beauty. It was then Sorcha saw the white and the beautiful purple turn to red once more.<br><br>Her breasts and her nipples indeed reacted to the water and the touch, it had been so long since any had been so tentative to those needs, yes a guard or two might have tried to stick their small cocks in her mouth or elsewhere to amuse them selves and thus her reaction had given her a gag, though it had been worthwhile. This was very different indeed. Sorcha was slowly waking, very slowly. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 13:05:17</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus strips Sorcha<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>Autolycus felt exited, anxious to explore the secrets of this strange creature from the far North. The twitching of her body and the strange whispers that fell from her mouth only served to intrigue him more. <br><br>He took a deep breath to steady himself and then, very carefully, began to peel off the Pict’s filthy, blood-stained clothes. He was not disappointed. Every bit of skin revealed was a delight. Scars, raggedy ones from battle and precise ones that had, he suspected, been part of some ritual. There were swirling blue tattoos, intricate shapes he did not understand but that seemed to speak to him on some primal level… And other things besides. Her joints, so supple, so loose she’d managed to wrestle out of her chains before. Her second toe was longer than her first. And she’d borne a child, the scars were there, on her belly and elsewhere. <br><br>The last bit of clothing fell to the ground and Autolycus stood back to admire her pale body, now fully displayed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 13:06:27</strong>
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				There was a rumbling beneath the earth; the metal men had brought it…She had heard of it, though brought it everywhere with them, its seven heads were filled with eyes of many jewels that she did not know. It came with them, she needed to know from whence it came…for it seemed it brought barrenness infertility and to have that in her land was death.<br><br><em>They bring death … </em> They brought death… they were death…for they had no life<br><br>Sorcha lay naked then on the table the drugs affecting both her body and her mind. As the mans hands and fingers explored her body a lithe and life filled woman, he saw how else the drugs were affecting her. This woman was young but seemed to be no stranger to sexual activity just as she was no stranger to violence. <br><br>Her breath became faster and the picts back arched as much as she was able in the bonds.<br><br>Some more noises passed from those lips, gasps and even some snarls, this woman struggled a little, as her mind floated and danced to the beat of her old drums, then she was calm again. Her eyes for some time were filled with nothing but red, with nothing but that sickened blood as her spirit continued to try to find its way through. In the distance somewhere so far away she heard the wolf it called to Sorcha showing her the way, showing her the truth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 13:08:43</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus begins to get carried away<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>Autolycus was already excited, fascinated by this creature from the far North but now... Her quick breathing, her trashing, her nakedness… Now she started to affect him in new ways. A warm, prickly feeling underneath his skin, a tightening in his belly and in his loins. He was suddenly all-too aware she was not just an interesting specimen but a woman. A healthy, warm, living, breathing woman. Completely at his mercy and, yes, she even seemed willing. Mandragona. Of course. He’d heard it could have that effect. <br><br>His own breathing quickened as he watched her. Options began to present themselves to him. He might… he could… He shook his head. Ran a hand through his hair and beard, feeling frustrated. That would be wrong. He tore his eyes away, forced himself to scribble a few words on the wax tablet. Loose phrases to document his findings, a drawing of one of the more interesting tattoos. He looked at her again, still thrashing, gasping.<br><br>Gods… It seemed almost like she was doing it on purpose.<br><br>And then a new option presented itself. He could wash her. She was filthy, covered in sweat and dirt, grime and blood. Yes, it would only make sense to wash her before returning her to her cage. <br><br>Autolycus threw the stylus down and went to retrieve the bucket of water and sponge he'd used on Cariad before. <br><br>Thrusting his hand into the cool water he retrieved the soaked sponge, held it over Sorcha’s naked form and squeezed, watching the water as it splashed unto her belly and he felt his manhood harden in response. It strained against the rough fabric of his tunica as he lowered the sponge and proceeded to wash every inch of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 13:10:56</strong>
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				She let out yet more sounds, some appeared as if they were close to barks other more similar to words, the pict seemed to be growing far too warm, her body was beginning to be covered in a glistening layer of perspiration as she fought to be free both in her hallucinations and in the world that was about her physical body. The land or rather the sand and dirt mingled with the heat. There was a different kind of warmth elsewhere parts of her lean and somehow exotic body were now beginning to respond yet further to certain parts of his concoction, opening up as so many did not. <br><br>Her dark eyes flickered a little as if she was waking but that was it seemed part of the dream as the darkness rolled back, more sounds fall into the room. Sorcha writhed again against her bonds, for just a short time she was yet more exposed. Even her tattoos and scars seemed to dance as she moved. Unfortunately the bruising on her body from the beating not long before was rather spoiling the most interesting pattern.<br><br>Elsewhere Sorcha’s mind ran towards the howling, to the songs of her home, the beating of the drum… yet here the sand was dry and painful upon her feet, the land was barren as the women were. For was the Hydra of many jewelled eyes was cursing all that it touched. The wolves were still so distant, as if they called her yet there was an endless road to find them, the pict knew she must be tireless. She needed a sign of escape and through the muffled howls, yet the further she ran Sorcha realised she was running on all fours. Yes the woman knew she had to warn her people of the seven headed beast that would be their end... <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 13:16:10</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus washes Sorcha<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>Muscles clenched and unclenched and the Picts pale white flesh shimmered under the thin film of water that now covered her body. She was clean now. There was no reason to continue washing her and yet Autolycus found himself doing just that, unable to stop. The sponge was a mere prop now, he was well aware, but he continued to hold it as he drew circles on her skin, trailed the shape of her breasts, followed the strange patterns of her scars and tattoos before slithering further down towards her most intimate parts, warm and moist with more than just water.<br><br>He paused to look at her face, saw her eyelids slicker and wondered what it would be like if she woke up now. Would she struggle, writhe even more than she was already? Would she scream and spit at him...? Strangely the thought only served to arouse him further. <br><br>He thrust his hand down, running the sponge over her sex now, over black curls and pink lips and over the little nub that was hidden between.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 13:18:52</strong>
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				The cold water spilled upon the heat of her body, occasionally she was aware of the surroundings about her, her eyes flickered again and her body struggled against the sudden cold, that was until it met her warmest areas that made her writhe more that struggle. Other noises fell like untamed music from her lips. Underneath her soiled body she was as many women of her kind, she was hardened and not some bleating lamb. No this one ran with the wild ….<br><br>Sorcha ran with the wild and her friends in the wild and they ran towards the monster knowing they would never win but knowing it would swallow its own heads and tail and consume itself. <br><br>For now she was in a half world, between reality and the dream but her own pouting body was showing the effect both the drugs and the cooling water was having upon this pict.<br><br>The half world was safe even in battle…she and the shadows of a pack made their marks upon the gemmed and perfect skin of the beast, the beast that bled with black blood.<br><br>Another scent joined the room and was yet stronger, even more so as the sponge found yet more. Her nub was far more exposed and was it seemed on fire and her dark curls were glistening not just with water. Her hips began to buck a little and more words and sounds filled the air. One hand had pulled itself from the restraints.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 13:28:44</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus continues to pleasure the Pict<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>His penis was a painful, throbbing ache now and it begged him to do something, anything, to relieve the pressure but Autolycus did not give in. He was already passing quite a few personal limits&nbsp; today and he would not pass that one final limit. He would not enter her against her will, would not violate her. For that was what it would be. Though her reactions made it seem different the medicus was all-too aware that it was the drugs, that strange concoction he’d made her drink, that were making her so aroused, that made her forget who she was, were she was, and with whom…<br><br>Pleasuring her though, that seemed somehow less wrong. A kindness, almost.<br><br>He dropped the sponge, slicked his fingers through the warm, sticky moisture between her legs and continued to massage her sex with his now-lubricated fingers. When she freed her hand he froze, startled. Was she waking up?<br><br>He waited, anxious to see what she’d do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 13:30:24</strong>
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				The pict slowly began to release her other hand from the release the whole experience had loosened her muscles and joints yet further this time it was not for violence this time there was something else filling a part of her brain. <br><br>She saw the corruption and the evil and still she and her pack fought on, as the horses whinnied in the distances and the wild cats waited…they battled in the snow and the sand…<br><br><br>Yet there was more, her body was both warm and cold, she could smell the scent of her own sex and a male, now she was growing hungry…her body was asking for something, her body needed something. One free hand toyed with her dark nipples and her breasts and then followed many patterns to her lips and her pink bud where her fingers joined Autolycus.&nbsp; She continued with her moans and reached out for she could catch that scent of man even over the blood. <em>Yes</em> she said though it would mean nothing. <em> Yes Grass eyes</em> her hips writhed yet more against his and her own fingers.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 13:36:31</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus, pleased to have such a willing subject <br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>Autolycus’ eyes widened as she reached down to touch his fingers, touch herself and then she spoke to him, or seemed to speak to him, in some barbaric tongue. The woman was almost free of her restraints now, but that did not worry him much. Though she was clearly more awake then before the drugs would take a long time to wear off, she would be woozy and easy to handle and in the meantime she was certainly very willing to have all manner of things done to her. <br><br>His hand wrestled with hers, both wanting to pleasure her and though this amused him for a bit he soon grew annoyed. “No,” he said, pushing her hands out of the way. “Let me.” He didn’t want her to bring herself off. He wanted to be the one to do it. <br><br>“Here,” Grabbing one of her hands with his own free hand he guided it to his own body. He placed it not on the bulge in his tunica. No, he was rather hoping she´d find that on her own… But placed it instead on his chest where she could feel his quick breathing, his strong heartbeat. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 13:44:52</strong>
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				Even after the cold water, Sorcha felt a heat in her body, it trailed over her skin, over her strange scars and her swirling tattoos, one set of fingers continued to work upon herself with another as her other was free for a time just as Sorchas’ mind slowly began to pull from the half world. <br><br>Yet now in her part state between worlds some of her fleeting moments showed not blood in the snow but terrible blood in the sand. There was death here, so much death…<br><br>Still now her mind was so clouded that she could not really see either side clearly but there was blood…yet her arousal had become so strong as her body was not so much invaded rather it was explored. Thus the physical world took over far more than the spiritual.<br><br>She heard the voice, though did not understand the words though her hands that still felt slightly numb were taken from her lips and her arousal and placed upon a chest a male’s chest. It felt good, as memories of her mate filled those images of blood in the snow and the sand. Slowly then her fingers that were calloused and hard began to trail over his torso, her mouth was open now, and her nether lips were exposed.&nbsp; Sorcha reached beneath his tunic and found his hardness. This was certainly no virgin.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 13:53:04</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>A shiver ran through his body as her hand trailed downwards, going exactly where he was willing it to go. And then her hand was around his cock and it felt so warm and so good and she wasn’t even doing anything yet, not really, but… <br><br>“Gods!” He cried, he was already so far gone just from watching her, washing her, pleasing her. Nearly at bursting point already. He breathed a deep, ragged breath. Tried to concentrate, postpone things as long as he could. Or at least as long as she’d let him. He focused on the Pictish woman, rubbing her little nub ever more vigorously. Then, unable to resist any longer, he slipped a finger inside her, then another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 13:55:00</strong>
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				His finger easily slipped inside those petals they were already so moist and warm and hand unfurled with his attentions. One of her ankles circled and moved even as his fingers started to penetrate her fully. This time she did not fight as the drugs gave her such sensations, even more than the mushrooms she used to chew before battle.<br><br>Her hand in turn continued upon his length, and her thumb travelled over the tip just as her other hand found his sack beneath. As she moaned and writhed, her other ankle was making its way free. Sorcha was laid prone now though was so exposed, yet more so. Her mind heard the whispers of her mate a little of her nectar dribbled from her. For the moment the pict was confused her mind was in many places. <br><br>She felt her mate was there the one with the strange eyes from over the waters, the one that had filled her belly twice. Thus she used her hand a little more urgently on the cock that was offered to her, her other winterborn hand exploring his body always though returning to his more precious places; she even turned once she broke free of the last binding. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 15:02:34</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus, well and truly lost<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>A burning, tingling feeling engulfed him from the soles of his feet to the top of his head and clear drops of cum oozed from the tip of his erection as her fingers rubbed him in all the right places. He felt incredibly hard, incredibly hot. And no longer in control. No, it was the strange, foreign creature from the North that was in control now. "Yes... oh Gods... yes..." he heard himself moan, beg. <br>&nbsp;<br>His one hand continued to thrust in and out of her, his movements less controlled now. Rough, eager thrusts. <br><br>Autolycus' body shuddered as the Pict ran her hand up and down the length of his cock and suddenly he was there. His back arched, his balls clenched and unclenched in her hands as a stream of hot seed shot from his cock, then another, and another, landing thick and white on her belly.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaMale</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 15:52:50</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus, testing his temper<br>Villa Inner Courtyard</strong><br><br>His Valeria's hips tilted downwards slightly, her exhale fanning across his features in warm breath which bared her scent, her graceful form tentatively grinding down against his arousal. Manius glanced down at his obvious lust which strained against his garment towards her, its length and girth restrained enough to throb and frustrate him. The dominus flickered his piercing eyes back up to his woman, brow lifting to match her own at her tone. <br><br>Lithe fingers laced through his thick locks, giving a deliberate pressure to his skull as she twisted it around her delicate fingers so capable of tormenting a weaker man, perfectly capable to torment <em>any</em> male's body. Manius stared up at her from beneath his dark brows and his obsidian locks of hair which hung before his forehead. His finger crooked at her chin, the tips curling around her jaw to hold her face in place. The words she gave were crossing the boundary of teasing, delving into haughty and mocking. The thundering sound echoed from his chest, resonating as a storm through the room as if vowing lightning would follow the thunder. <br><br>"To see to it that my woman knows her place in this ludus." He remarked, arching a wicked brow. His hands tightened on her thighs, sliding up higher as he hissed in his breath with appreciation. "And with her husband." He whispered, giving his hips another tilt which ground his hot arousal. He cared not that a slave watched them. The daring woman stole his fruit and kissed at his fingertips. Her position of authority was soon to be removed. "Nakia." He continued to stare at Valeria, eyes dropping to her breasts as he tilted his head and casually ran his finger down the crevice of her full soft mounds. "Escort the Domina to our chambers. Ensure she is prepared for me when I arrive." He commanded, running his hand down the curve of her back, to pet her pert arse patronisingly. He leaned closer, his mouth beside her ear. "I shall see to it you are certain... that I have not lost my touch. Nor the capability of my hands." He promised.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 18:03:55</strong>
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				A part of her mind was free now, she tried to see grass eyes and to see the one with the eyes from over the sea. Yes the warm seed was felt on her belly …Sorcha writhed yet more as his found her, found those places she was exposed and open as his fingers moved inside her as if they were a cock.<br><br><em> In my belly grass eyes…</em> She spoke from her strange trip.<br>Her hands did not leave the Greeks length even after his seed was spilled over her skin even after she had fallen over his hands. <br><br>Sorcha however was free now she was high in the drugs that had been offered and partial starvation and the beating. She could see little save that was that was in her mind.<br><br>Should she run now...she made to move from the table <br><br>He saw her awaken… or at least half so…<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 09:25:14</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus, still entertaining Sorcha<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>His legs felt wobbly underneath him, his cock too-sensitive, almost painful, under her touch. Gasping, Autolycus used his one free hand to steady himself on the edge of the operating table. He looked down at her, splayed out in front of him with his seed on her belly, his fingers still inside her and the sight was enough to make him hard again. She spoke to him, begged him to continue or so it seemed... And then she moved to get up. His fingers slid out of her with a wet little sound. <br><br>"No," he protested, "Not finished yet."<br><br>Autolycus stepped around the table, grabbed her now-free ankles and pulled, dragging her body across the table and towards him until he had her where he wanted, one leg on either side of him, his hands on her slender waist, just above her hips, holding her firmly in place. <br><br>He looked up at her pale face. The Pict's eyelids twitched but remained closed. Beautiful dark eyes he knew them to be, full of fire and venom. She'd be dangerous, awake, and yet part of him wished she was just that, conscious and aware and most likely very, very angry. His thumbs stroked the soft skin where her hips changed to her thighs as his eyes trailed down, over her breasts, over the strange tattoos and the dark, purple bruises that marred her flesh, all the way down to her womanhood. He was not-yet ready to take her, not so soon after his climax, but there was something else he'd been wanting to do for a while now. <br><br>He bent over her, lowered his face and ran his tongue over her wet lips, tasting her salty juices and went on, probing, exploring her folds. He didn't have to do this. She was at his mercy and there was no need to consider anyone's pleasure but his own, yet the idea of making this wild, feral creature surrender to his touch intrigued him to no end.<br><br>His tongue pushed inside her, once, then moved further up to lap at her little nub of pleasure. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 10:28:16</strong>
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				Her mind and spirit still soared as she eagle though her body yet responded so beautifully to this man, for how could it do ought else with the strange concoction coursing through her veins. So similar when she chewed the plants so her mate could drink her piss before battle, so similar to the brews made by the men of wisdom. Her head still swam, and more sounds which seemed to be of pleasure spilled from her mouth just as her arousal spilled over his tongue and into his mouth.<br><br>Again she writhed and jerked against him for now she was not on some stone table her spirit allowed her to remember the first night on the furs in their dark home. The wind and the wolves howled in the distance singing a song of mating, a song of fertility.&nbsp; They had mated many times for he would not take her truly for his own until her belly became as the moon when it was full. No man would take a barren one, a man needed a mate that was fertile…here it seemed different. <br><br>Her eyes flickered again as she part remembered where she was&nbsp; though something was bringing so much pleasure and the mixture that was made continued to keep her both docile and aroused as she opened more fully. More unintelligible words joined the other noises something like a purr from the cat...she knew the wilds not here... <br><br>It was as if she was speaking both to Autolycus and her mate. Her hands reached down then to the mans hair her body was moist with perspiration, still in the distance something called, she went to move from the table but something seemed to hold here there.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 17:22:21</strong>
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				<strong>~ Domina Valeria; calling the Lanista's bluff ~<br>~ Villa inner courtyard ~ </strong><br><br>The thunderous response brought dilation to Valeria's amused gaze, while the whispered addition sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. As far as she was concerned, the grinding tilt of the Dominus' pelvis against her mound was the only lightning she needed. Her body always found a reason to ache for him, even if her mind wished to remain stubborn. And so it would seem that she was eager to draw out the storm, first with the successful theft of his grape, and then with the smothering of her lips over his fingertips in a bluff-calling kiss. Her grip refused to leave his wrist, even as he dragged his finger betwixt her bosom. The Dominus would surely feel the shift there, as her lungs contracted to accommodate the deeper breath she inhaled. Of course, that only served to purposefully push her breasts against his touch. As did the way her fingers wrapped around his wrist in a tighter grasp, trying to drag his hand further south down her torso, to exactly where <em>she</em> wanted it.<br><br>Manius had of course, called Nakia's name, but still, the Domina refused to acknowledge the presence of any slave. The command he gave had amused her greatly, though her husky chortles were accompanied by the arching of her back as he followed the line of her curving spine. The damn man knew how to tease her, as lightning jolts coursed through her stomach again down to her loins, following his thunder. The pat at her arse encouraged an accentuated albeit painfully slow grind of her womanhood against his erection. Her inner thighs squeezing against his outers, as his words against her ear only tantalised her further to call his bluff. The hand that held his wrist, wherever that had got to, finally abandoned that task before she lost herself to her own inner heat. Instead, her fingertips traced up the skin of his forearm with the drag of her manicured nails. Her other hand still combing through his locks in slow and rhythmic motions, pulling tautly against the hair from time to time. Meanwhile, her face nudged against his with the release of a frustrated breath upon his jaw that was tainted by her husky groan. Her nose tip dragging up his cheek, followed by upper lip with bottom bringing the rear. Teeth even grazing slightly before she finally brought her lips together to conclude the hungry kiss.<br><br>“Ah, but you forget one little detail, my love,” she coyly uttered. A simple tilt of her head again, brought her lightly puckered lips <em>very briefly</em> upon his. A mere brush, as though daring him to be the one to claim her. The movements caused by words ecaping her tongue only added to the teasing. All the while, Valeria kept strict eye contact, even as she raised her voice to address Nakia instead.<br><br>“Nakia, remind your Dominus who yet awaits .... <em>appropriate</em> attention.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 07:48:17</strong>
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				<strong>~ The slave girl Aishwa, having been summoned to the bathhouse to attend Cingetorix ~</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fraser.typepad.com/frolix_8/images/dhg_wet.jpg)</div></div><br>Her head bowed and dark eyes lowered, Aishwa hurried to carry out her mistresses commands. Her dainty feet carried her quickly through the entrance of the bathhouse to the man standing tall and pridefully, a clean loincloth tied in place after his bathing. Her petite body crouching gracefully to the sand at his feet, she carefully unrolled the leather she had been carrying and pulled out the two items tucked protectively inside - a novacila and a jar of fragrant oils. Hesitatingly, she reached out her slender hand and lightly rested it on the man’s foot, glancing her ebony eyes briefly upward to meet his piercing blue gaze. Aishwa spoke so quietly it was possible the man did not hear her gentle feminine voice as she pleaded, “Please...you must hold still while I prepare you as commanded.”&nbsp; Using her hand, she applied just enough pressure to the inside of his ankle so that he would know what she requested of him, and she waited for him to spread his legs wide enough for her to accomplish her task. Taking up the novacila, she curved her left hand around his muscled calf and began shaving the hair from his leg with her right hand. Skillfully she moved the sharp tool over his body to reveal smooth, hairless skin from the tops of his toes to the tops of his thighs. <br><br>Standing up, she walked around behind him to shave any hair to be found on his back, then moved again to stand in front of him, removing the hair from his arms and chest, letting the tool follow the path of dark hair trailing down his abdomen. Biting her lip, she looked up into his face through a fringe of dark lashes, a slight pinkening of her cheeks giving away her sudden shyness. “I must...I must shave all of your hair,” she timidly spoke, and she nervously waited for him to remove his loincloth. A quick intake of breath as his member was uncovered to her gaze was her only outward display beyond the soft pink glow now blushing along her cheeks. Using her fingers to gently move his cock out of the way - down, left, right and finally pulled upward - she carefully and gently removed his pubic hair, taking extra care around the difficult and most tender areas, glancing up at his face every so often to gauge his temperament at her ministrations.<br><br>Finally the shaving was done, and she let out a breath of relief, not even realizing she had been holding her breath. Now the easy part. The men were always fearful when she had a blade in her hands stroking so close to their manhood; her hands were another matter entirely. Bending down, she set the novacila back on the leather, and uncorked the jar; immediately the heady scents of musk and marjoram rose to tease her nostrils.&nbsp; Pouring a generous amount of the oil into her hand, she began to slather it on his freshly smoothed skin, massaging the oil in well.&nbsp; Her hands massaged in long strokes up and down each leg, the sculpted muscles like granite beneath her small hands, his size making her form seem even more petite than it was. Standing up straight again, she moved behind him, reaching up high to massage the oil into the skin of his neck, across his broad shoulders and tapered back, and into the taut curves of his buttocks, kneading the muscles as she went.&nbsp; His short cropped hair was dark as pitch, matching her own coloring, and she found him quite pleasing to look at, actually. As her palm caressed his left shoulder, she traced the tribal tattoo with her fingertip. Her breathing began to come faster and her tongue slipped out to lick her lips several times as she continued her ministrations on the hard, powerful male standing perfectly still for her attentions.&nbsp; <br><br>Moving in front of him once again, she bent down to pour more of the oil into her palm and as her body shifted she felt a moistness between her legs, her body’s reaction to her touching the glorious male before her. Swirling her palms over his chest, she coated and massaged every inch of his skin in the fragrant oil, moving her hands slowly side to side, her caressing hands moved lower and lower. At last there was only one last spot on his body that was as yet unoiled. Her eyes on his, she curled her small hands around his length and began to stroke the oil into his velvety skin. Massaging his cock with both her hands, her mouth unconsciously parted as she slid one hand to cup his balls and spread the oil around them carefully. Glancing down at the enticing serpent in her hands, she felt her knees weaken and she shakily knelt on the ground before him, her hands gripping him tightly. Almost as if hypnotized, she continued to stroke his cock worshipfully, the rosy lips of her mouth opening wider as she leaned toward him, her hot breath whispering against his sensitive, oiled tip. Her pink tongue slipped past her lips, curved and stretched outward to taste the temptation before her.&nbsp; “Aishwa!”&nbsp; Releasing his cock quickly at the sharp warning hissed by one of the other slaves, she blushed furiously and stoppered the oil jar, rolled the items back up in the leather and hurried from the bathhouse, not looking back. On the way back to the slave quarters, however, the rolled leather was held in front of her in such a way, that the firm tube pressed against her as she walked, the rhythmic motion of her stride causing the leather to caress her swollen and aroused womanhood. Taking the long way back, she picked up her pace, soft moans escaping her lips in breaths panted in time to her steps. Just as she reached the entrance steps, a look of rapture came over her face and a long moan softly released from her lips.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 09:59:38</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus awaits his fate and considers his future in his cell</strong><br><br>Reassured that he had not offended Nakia pleased Amplus considerable. Once she was gone, he busied himself around the room before finally becoming so uncomfortable that he had to remove his loincloth. The knot that she had put it back on with proved to be quite tricky. It took him some time before he finally was able to loosen it enough for his cock to flop out and swing once again as free as a cobra would be once the basket lid had been removed. As the cloth fell to the sand, he considered how much he hated wearing clothes. What was more natural than being naked? He asked himself. Nothing leaped to mind. In fact nothing was what filled his head most of the time. Except when he had to perform his duties of course. Whether they are sexual or otherwise. When asked to perform, perform he would. <br><br>He signed as he walked to the bed. There was nothing much else he could do until summoned so he lay down and began to dose. He did not know how much sleep he would get but he would take the opportunity to do so as and when it became available to him. As he lay there, he considered the duties his master would have him perform whilst here. <br><br>Still unaware of Bastian’s fate, he begins to miss him deeply as being parted like this seems to upset him a great deal for this was the longest time he had been away from him since the day he was saved from the fire by the man he was to call Master. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 14:14:55</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; with her Masters; inner courtyard</strong><br>Nakia blinked at the Dominus, but before she could do or say anything, her Domina spoke. Her left brow cocked slightly and she gave a slight bow to both. “First, the Doctore says the gladiators will be ready within the hour. The Dignitary’s slave has been quartered, and his… ‘lady’ is properly… stuffed in a room. There is a Legionnaire escorting a lady wandering the outer courtyard as we speak.” Blue eyes briefly come to mind as she tilts her head slightly and studies the two. “And from what I can see from here, my Domina and her Dominus, could both use some… <em>appropriate</em> attentions.”<br><br>She lapsed back into silence. Usually her Domina didn’t mind her humor, though that didn’t mean that Nakia hadn’t gotten a slapping or beating when it wasn’t received well at times. The Dominus, though, was tricky. He could find humor in things, just usually not from his slaves being outspoken. Well, slaves other than his personal man slave, maybe. <br><br>She waited calmly to see which way things would fall this time. Both were in a pretty heated mood. Nakia could very well get a beating for her outspokenness, or she could not. Either may also wait until a future time to punish her. Or they may find it amusing and leave her be, or ignore it entirely. It mattered not. Her duty was discharged in all that required their attention at this time. <br><br>Now she awaited further instructions or dismissal as blue eyes once more surface to the front of her mind. She idly wondered what he was doing here. Then with a mental shake, she dismissed those blue eyes and thoughts from her mind, bringing her attention back to her Masters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 22:41:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad wakes up - Autolycus' Room</strong></div><br>Her dreams taking a strange direction, Cariad stirred in her sleep. Moans and grunts were distorting her images. They were slowly changing from the countryside alone, to being with the son of her leader. The boy she grew up with. Dafydd* had been an opinionated but fun boy, her heart had always swelled when she neared him, this reaction hadn't changed as they aged and he grew into the handsome Second in Command of his Father's Army. <br>Hair that matched hers in shade and thickness, eyes that shone bluer than any sky she had seen back then. A body that had made her think lustful thoughts. <br>As her mind began retracing his body shape, the curves and lines of him, the way his cheek's curled as he smiled. Cariad's hand slid between her body and the fabric she lay on. <br>The coarseness scratching her slightly as she found her arousal. The noises filling her head, pushed the people closer, their bodies beginning to hold each other close. Lips connecting with such force and passion, that as her fingers manipulated her body, she let out a whimper.<br><br>The smooth naked flesh on her ass rolling as she rocked her hips gently on her hand as she dreamt. The images in her brain so vivid and alive the it was his hand on her heated sex. Slowly arching her back, raising onto her knees, spreading them slightly as her fingers slid between her silken folds. Her fingers slipping effortlessly into her. Gasping harshly, her hips rolling as Cariad began to pump into her soaking womanhood. Her fingers shimmering with her fluids as she continued, slowly making their way down her wrist and arm as the wetness increased within her. <br><br>Dafydd and Cariad dancing together, their bodies entwined amongst the lush green grass and the morning dew. Their pace quickening as the voices were filling her mind.<br><br>As Cariad's climax began to draw closer, the sweat began to bead on the undamaged skin on her back, as she moaned uncontrollably into the pillow beneath her. No inhibitions, acting out her dream, oblivious to her surroundings, lost within her dream world. <br><br>Eager for the quickening speed, Cariad shifted her position, turning onto her back, not feeling the pain from her skin as her hand began to move her closer to her climax. Her body moving with such fluidity that one could make an assumption that it was not her in control, but an unseen being. As her moans grew, her hand tugging at her opening, the sound of her heightening orgasm was sloppily leaking down her thighs and ass. As she screamed the arrival of her climax she arched her back over, her breasts glistening in her sweat, her nipples hardened as Cariad's eyes slowly opened. <br><br>Briefly forgetting where she was, Cariad sat upright on the bed. Her breasts falling to their natural position, her hand still on her womanhood. Panting harshly as she took in her surroundings and the two figures on the table.<br><br>"<em>What are you doing?</em>" <br><br>Not sure her native tongue would be understood but the confusion knitting across her forehead, as her eyes adjusted to see the Fire Eye's and Medicine Man tangled in the position of life partners. Their skin glittering like hers, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth as drew deep breaths into her lungs, still trying to understand the confusion of her dream, the wetness on her hand and the two entwined bodies on the Cutting table.<br><br><br><span class="bbc_u">*Dafydd would be pronounced Dav-ith (Th as in the start of the.)</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 04:21:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>~Cingetorix- In the gladiator’s bathouse~</strong></div><br>Cingetorix stood proud and tall before the doctore, his posture was defiant, though somewhat reverant. He would not allow any of them to see anything that may be perceived as even the slightest hint of weakness. His rugged chin lifted and he pulled back those broad, muscled shoulders just enough to puff out his chest. He locked eyes with the doctore as he spoke, reprimanding him for his behavior and the tussle with the other slave, now removed from the ludus and forgotten. <br><br>He began to open his mouth to speak, but was cut short by the sudden, biting sting of doctore’s whip. His blue eyes clenched shut tightly and he bit down hard, baring his teeth in a painful grimace. But he made no sound, faltering in his posture but for a moment. The sting of doctore’s whip slowly subsided and he wisely bit his tongue, bowing his head respectfully to doctore. “Apologies, doctore.” He glanced briefly to the other slaves and gladiators in the room, gauging their reactions. His expression almost seemed to be daring any of them to laugh, or comment on his punishment, but he never fixed his gaze on anyone in particular before those inquisitive blue orbs found the slave who had entered, now speaking to the doctore.<br><br>He listened as the slave informed doctore that the slaves were all to be properly bathed, oiled and scented and… shaved? He had seen glimpses of this during his time cutting and lifting stones in the service of his former dominus, but had never been privy to the process nor the purpose from his place among the lesser slaves. The slave girl promptly turned and disappeared<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Doctore:<br>"Very well.”<br><br>“Alright, everyone! All Gladiators, including you new lot, are to be cleaned, oiled and shaved.&nbsp; Get in line and you'll be inspected by the Dominus when it's all done.&nbsp; Champion, you know the drill by now, I'm sure.”<br><br>“Let the Dominus know that they'll be ready within the hour, or I'll know the reason why."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>No sooner had those words left doctore’s lips than several slave girls spilled into the bathhouse, moving to various gladiators. Each had a leather pouch in hand and knelt before a gladiator before they set to the task they had been charged with. The slave girl who knelt before Cingetorix possessed an exotic beauty that intrigued and calmed him. His vibrant blue eyes instantly found hers when she looked up at him and spoke in that soft, tinkling voice. She was so soft spoken he nearly missed what she said entirely, her words almost drowned in the cacophony of noise spilling from the movements and words of the other slaves and gladiators.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aishwa:<br>“Please...you must hold still while I prepare you as commanded.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>His silent reply was that of the most subtle nod of his head, his eyes transfixed on hers until she tore her gaze away, focusing her attentions on the task before her. At her subtle prompting with the tool in her hand, he shifted his weight and widened his stance, giving her plenty of room to perform her task once she reached his thighs. He felt the sharp edge of the novacila as she pressed it to his skin and began to remove the hair from his legs. Her tiny hand curled about his calf and he felt all the more calm, so gentle was her touch. She efficiently removed all hair from his legs and stood, moving behind him. <br><br>His watchful gaze followed her as she moved behind him. Her time behind him was brief as his back was smooth and barren of hair already. He found her before him once more, the sharp tool and her skilled smoothing over his arms and chest before gliding down his torso. All vestiges of the dark hair that had once spread across his muscled chest, trailing down his torso and disappearing beneath that loin cloth, had vanished.<br><br>He almost smiled when she looked up at him with pink cheeks and nibbling on her lower lip. That timid voice sounded once more as her small, delicate hands lingered nervously upon the loin cloth.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aishwa:<br>“I must...I must shave all of your hair,”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She seemed to be waiting for him to remove the covering, and so he moved his strong, calloused hands to the bindings, brushing them over hers and trapping them between his hands the cloth for a moment. In seconds, the loin cloth pooled around his ankles and his manhood was exposed once more. She felt her small fingers grasp him and move him aside as her other hand skillfully and carefully rid his crotch of all hair. Her tenderness and skill made him feel very relaxed and comfortable. It was clear why she was chosen for this task, as any man would be quite nervous with a blade pressed so closely to their manhood. He watched her closely as she worked, his eyes finding her ebonies each time she glanced up at him. <br><br>Soon, her work with the novacila was complete and she poured a generous amount of oil into her hand. Her hands on his skin felt wonderful mixed with the heady oil and she deftly slithered her hands along his body, expertly working the oil in his muscled flesh. He admired her attention to detail, her thoroughness and skill. She finished with his leg and stood up, massaging the oil into his neck, his strong back and shoulders. He glanced back over his shoulder when he felt her small, slender hands upon his powerful buttocks<br><br>When she moved back in front him, he turned to look upon her. Her fingers traced the tattoo on his shoulder and then trailed along to his chest. He could see the arousal in those exotic eyes, he could see how her breath had quickened, making her chest rise and fall invitingly, and he could see how she squirmed just so, betraying the dampness that had gathered betwixt her thighs. The thought caused his eyes to darken with lust, and he held her gaze intently. When he felt her slender fingers delicately curl around his girth, his eyes half closed and he drew in a deep breath, clenching his teeth behind taut lips. He opened his eyes again and fixed them on hers, spreading his legs a little more for her as she began to massage him with both hands. His breathing began to quicken and his lips pulled back to show his teeth in a near lustful snarl as she worked is pulsing cock in her hands. His arousal was becoming plainly evident as his cock thickened in her expert hands. When she reached back and cupped his balls, a soft growl escaped his lips and he struggled to keep his hands to himself. He wanted her right here, right now. Her knees grew weak and she knelt before him, still massaging his cock dutifully. He was unable to help himself then and his hands reached out, tangling in those raven tresses as he stared hungrily to her dark eyes. His knees bent and he found himself pushing his hips out, wanting those lush, plump lips around his cock so desperately. Everyone else in the room seemed to have faded to black and he very nearly had his cock to her lips when a voice called out shattering that moment forever. <br><br>Her name was Aishwa, and just like that she stood in a flurry of movement and vanished from the room leaving him standing there, shaved and oiled with a thick, mostly erect cock. He glanced around at the others in the room and cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. Reaching down, he collected the loin cloth once more and moved towards the back of the room. He was unsure if he was to remain naked or redress in the loin cloth again so he would wait to see what the others would do. He tried to think on other things to douse the flames of his arousal the slave girl had elicited in him… and so he waited.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 05:48:17</strong>
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				<strong>~ Liliana sitting with Aulus in a secluded garden nook, between the outer and inner courtyards of the ludus ~</strong><br><br>Liliana quelled her laughter with great effort, her violet eyes shining with suppressed mirth when Aulus tumbled backward off the bench in response to Nakia’s close proximity.&nbsp; All men held a well tended sense of pride, and even the quietest, most unassured men surely did not enjoy pricks to their ego. So when Liliana was immediately reassured that there was no injury beyond his pride, she chose to not address his graceless yet somehow endearing spill to the ground. More of interest to her was the soldier’s reaction to the lovely woman attending him; she obviously effected him greatly. Liliana noticed the deepened flush of his cheeks, the quickened rise and fall of his broad chest, the way his eyes could not seem to meet her own gaze, or glance at the eyes of the slave girl. Here was a captivating mystery for her to explore; a soldier, who by his very title was sworn to ever be at the ready for violence, but who by every gesture and action displayed he was of a gentle, kind nature.&nbsp; Watching the two, Liliana found that she enjoyed seeing the beautiful girl so close to the handsome Aulus, enjoyed watching her touching him and drawing out his reactions. A mischievous smile played over her lips as the seed of an idea began to grow in her mind, an intriguing idea that she just might enjoy coaxing to bear fruit. Aulus spoke to Nakia as she departed, <strong>“Please excuse my incompetence from having to distract you from your duties.”</strong> <em>Oh dear.</em> Either his confidence was well below her already low estimation, or his thoughtfulness exceeded most anyone else’s she had ever met. Again, her curiosity was aroused to ferret out the true nature of this enigmatic young man.<br><br>As Aulus responded to her inquiry about the Legion, he began by sharing of his childhood, recounting stories of his parents from his boyhood, of his father and the man’s influence on his life. While Aulus spoke to her softly, his blue eyes glazing over with a far away look, Liliana reached out and grasped his large hand in her small delicate ones, holding it almost tenderly, as the obvious emotion behind his words seeped through to his speech.&nbsp; Her eyes widened and she listened intently as he regaled her with stories of his battles with pirates, ending by unsheathing two lovely blades for her inspection and appreciation. She smiled encouragingly at his obvious pride in the custom blades, as he pointed out their special details and intricate hilts before nestling the steel back within their sheaths.<br><br>Compelled once again to reassuringly grasp his hand as he spoke haltingly of his parents’ tragic deaths, her eyes glistened with the sheen of her own unshed tears of sympathy as she imagined how painful it must have been - must still be - for this young man to have lost his parents so horrifically, while he was away and unable to protect them. Her eyes followed the single tear as it tracked along his cheek, a sudden drop of rain from within skies so blue.&nbsp; Aulus wiped away the tear with his thumb, and without conscious thought, she released his hand she had been holding and let it rest in her lap as she reached for his other hand. His expression vulnerable, his pain-filled eyes drew her closer, her body leaning toward him as she mutely tried to provide comfort with her physical presence. Neither he nor she could change the past, but instead of allowing the pain of wounds yet unhealed to rule the day, they could each choose to embrace the joys and pleasures that life still offered. Their eyes holding each other’s gaze in wordless communication, she grasped his hand in hers and pressed his thumb to her rosy lips, her soft kiss tasting the salty sadness on his skin. Liliana whispered the fingertips of her other hand caressingly over the side of his face as he spoke of his current purpose, <strong>“Thus I must gather money to pay for a funeral to see my family properly to the afterlife.”</strong><br><br>“Aulus, I am so very sorry to hear of your loss. May the gods bestow comfort upon you as you mourn your beloved parents,” she spoke compassionately and sincerely as he became quiet once more.&nbsp; Letting go of his second hand, Liliana brought her hands back to the one resting in her lap. Turning it over to expose his palm, she focused her gaze on its masculine shape, the skin rough and abused as compared to her silky smooth hands. Tracing the lines of his palm with her fingertip as she held his hand in her other hand, she then followed the shape of his fingers with light caresses as she pondered what she might wish to do.&nbsp; “So, you have garnered position with Antonious in the hope of earning the money you need. Do you think your commission on the sale of his wares will provide you the amount you need in the time you desire it?”&nbsp; Liliana knew that Aulus would not pursue bettering his current situation on his own any time soon, so she was happy to offer her assistance in aiding the young soldier. Her thoughts forming an idea, she suggested to him, “Perhaps a man such as yourself - a soldier - might better exchange different services for coin to more quickly and successfully reap the reward you seek.”&nbsp; Now her hands moved to press firmly into the meaty flesh of his hand, massaging the muscles and tendons to ease out any soreness or tension. Smiling again up at him, she nodded her head to affirm the idea, “Yes. In fact, you should allow me to broach the subject with Antonious so that we may offer your services to this fine ludus. And should the Dominus prove to not be in need of an additional guard, then I shall employ you myself at my villa. Have no fear, sweet Aulus, you shall gather the coin you need for your family in short order, and position yourself well for continued reward. All we need now is a way to break the news to Antonious that his new helper has already been invited to drink from a sweeter cup than he could offer.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 18:44:45</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo, approaching the Ludus~</strong><br><br><br>Five horses made their way up the road towards the Ludus, followed by two tethered pack mules. Upon the horses rode five men; at the back leading the mules was a young male slave of unusual height and sandy blond hair, at the front two guards wearing the uniform of the Ludus. Riding in the middle was a third guard along side whom rode Galo.<br><br>“Finally...” Breathed the guard next to Galo, as the gates came into sight.<br><br>Galo’s lips flicked into a smirk. “Anyone would think you had missed this place, Porcius. Tired of me already?” <br><br>Porcius snorted. “You may find interest in every weed you see, Galo, but plants have but two uses for me; to eat or as something upon which to wipe my boot.”<br><br>Galo chuckled as the slave behind them sniggered. One of the guards in front glanced back at them.<br><br>“Now watching you gathering your precious plants, that is another matter.” Continued Porcius, lightly though through a suppressed smile. The sniggers from the slave grew in volume then were suddenly muffled.<br><br>“Ah,” replied Galo, smirk widening even as his eyes narrowed slightly, “well, at least I can be comforted by the thought that you will be missing my arse if nothing else.”<br><br>“‘Tis what makes these trips worth my while...”<br><br>The banter was comfortable, the lines all spoken before. This was how it was between them. Porcius was the second guard to escort Galo on these excavations, the first had only lasted one trip after a ‘disagreement’ followed by an accident that left him incapable of joining Galo on his second outing. Porcius was his replacement and a great improvement in Galo’s eyes, both for his temperament and his humour. His respectable looks also helped matters some. <br><br>At first Galo had only been trusted with trips to the market to gather supplies. After a time this had extended to outings into the wilds to gather plants both common and less so and at no price; this was when the other guards became involved. Porcius was permitted to chose additional guards himself and was officially in charge of each venture. He selected guards based on two things; their patience and their watchfulness. Galo unnerved him out in the wilds; the way he moved, how little noise he made, how he could spot something from twice the distance that he could. He believed that it would be far too easy to lose the slave out there and hired additional eyes to watch him in compensation. For his part, Galo never complained, or even commented on the matter.<br><br>Otherwise, the two worked well together, or at least, they stayed pleasant to one another while Porcius allowed Galo space to work and was not too fussy about trekking through all manor of wild lands. He also made sure accompanying guards kept in line.<br><br>The tall slave boy, named Celox, was new. As the Ludus grew and the demand for supplies increased Galo’s trips away had him bringing back more and more. This was the largest haul yet after the final stop at market for the most exotic supplies, in preparation for the new slaves to be arriving. Celox had been sent with them to lend an extra hand under Galo’s instruction.<br><br>Although the troop was half a day late due to bad weather, Galo was very pleased with his finds having acquired in quantity many specimens for the medicus Autolycus, the kitchens and for himself.<br><br>Looking up at the Ludus that was almost upon them, Galo ran a hand over the thick stubble on his jaw and sighed; he would need to shave again. <br><br>Porcius chuckled next to him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 22:44:38</strong>
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				~<em><strong>Ryann, in the bathhouse, preparing for viewing</strong></em>~<br><br>Slaves were scurrying into the bath house, splitting up the Gladiators, ushering each to their own spot to begin the preparations demanded by the Dominus. There was even one for Ryann, and a scowl marred the perfection of her brow as the young woman, head and eyes ducked as was a good slaves want, pointed to the loincloth Ryann was wearing and softly murmured about removing it if it pleases the miss, the miss must be shaved. The scowl worked quicker into a look of annoyance, emerald eyes sweeping the bath house, looking at what was going on around her. It seemed that all the men were actually rather enjoying their experiences. Especially the new man that had come in with her. Ryann would roll her eyes and scoff; she had witnessed such things from her brothers, pathetic fools chasing after the first pair of soft lips that got anywhere near them, shaking her head before she once again felt a tug upon her loincloth. <br><br>A hand would raise, fingers beginning to curl into a fist, quite prepared to smash this slaves face in for daring to touch her in such a manner, until she noticed the flinch of the girl. The head ducking a bit more, apologies whispered. It must be done miss, it is ordered miss, by the Dominus miss. Slowly her fist unclenched, dropping her hand, turning away from the slave.<br><br>“ I am perfectly capable of doing such a thing myself. Go attend to one of the men. I am sure they would appreciate you much more then I...” <br><br>This spoken with venomous disdain even as she worked her long tresses into a knot at the nape of her slender neck, then snatching up the novacila herself. The slave girl was indeed cowed, and Ryann felt&nbsp; a small amount of sympathy for the young thing as she scurried away. It wasn't fair for Ryann to treat the girl in such a way, but she was angry. Seething really. Yet Rioghan's words still rang within her mind <em>Survive</em>. With a roll of her shoulders, Ryann would step into the water once more, one hand working to wet the skin upon her legs, sliding the sharp tool over her shins and calves one at a time. Shaved and oiled. Put on display. How utterly vexatious. Was she to simply stand and be stared at? Her mind wove through a myriad of scenarios as water was sluiced at the apex of her thighs, one leg lifting to begin to use the tool gingerly yet expertly upon nether lips. If they wanted shaved, they would get shaved. She wondered if house guards would be set close to wherever the slaves were to be posted. She wondered if any weapons would be near at hand. She wondered if they would be foolish enough to not bind them. Slowly, surely, and unbeknownst to her rather enticingly hair was removed from her body, leaving her skin soft. She would need to keep her eyes open, look for exits. The oil was taken up, hands covered generously, to begin to work the fluid onto her creamy flesh, starting with her feet, massaging slowly up over lower legs, fingers and palms smoothing the sleekness over muscled thighs. Maybe however, she should bide her time, and try a more subtle escape. More oil obtained, now to ease over her tight stomach, sliding her hands behind to smooth over the roundness of taut hillocks, inching back to now work into the soft flesh of plump breasts, causing rosy nipples to tighten under the attention, perking enchantingly. Her eyes would slip closed as her neck was covered, and even her face, finally leaving every inch of her sleek body glistening, all but the very center of her back. This was covered as she released her ebon locks, the tresses cascading down to cover the portion of her back not oiled. <br><br>Gathering in a breath, she pushed thoughts of escape aside for now, moving to stand silently by an opening in the wall of the bathhouse, gazing out to the far away landscape, a silent sigh to herself.<br><br>Die here, or home...oh how she missed home...
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 16:06:07</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus, interrupted by Cariad (or is he?)<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>The Pict's hips shuddered and bucked under his hands and her moans of ecstasy encouraged Autolycus as he continued to flick his tongue over her clit and probed her wet, slippery folds with his fingers. Sorcha’s hands came down and she ran them through his thick brown hair in a gesture that was, strangely, more intimate than anything she’d done yet. It heightened the feeling – the fantasy - that had been growing inside him, the sense that whatever they’d been before they were lovers now, working together towards the same goal, both wanting the same thing and by the Gods… How he wanted her. He rose from where he was kneeled between her legs and grabbed her hips to pull her closer still, right to the edge of the edge of the table. He pulled up the hem of his tunic to grab his thick, swollen cock. Pre-cum glinted on its head as he guided it to her warm, wet opening... <br><br>He froze, startled by the scream that rent the air. His head whipped around to see Cariad, sitting up in bed, naked and very much awake, staring at him with a frown on her face. She spoke and though Autolycus did not understand the words there was a questioning note there. Probably asking what he was doing. As if that wasn’t obvious. He frowned, frustrated, angry to be interrupted like this. He wished he could simply ignore the woman and carry on.<br><br>And why shouldn’t he? <br><br>His eyes met Cariads, his expression intense, challenging her to protest as he repositioned himself between Sorcha’s legs. He dismissed her then, to focus once more on the strange creature from the North that enticed him so. He grabbed her hips and, with a grunt, pulled her towards him as he thrust his own hips forwards. His dick slammed inside her in one violent thrust. He paused, taking a moment to relish the feeling of being completely inside her warm, wet channel and then slowly pulled back, sliding nearly all the way out only to plunge inside her once more. He began to set up a rhythm, moving in and out of her body, all the while holding onto her hips so tightly she could not possibly escape, even if she wanted to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 21:26:08</strong>
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				Sorcha was still in her half world, the world of spirit. Her mind was in the place where her mate had pleasured her and then entered her, she could feel it, as he did …yet it was not him….her mate… though they had the same eyes …yes this one was not like the metal men…yet was not like her mate. The pict let out sounds more like barks her mind was distant and searched for the snow.<br><br>Somewhere in the far distance, yet further than the wolves that called to her, yet further than the horses that ran free in her mind there was a voice, it seemed to come into her dream, the voice was female yet made no sense at all it spoke as one that could not know. She did not understand and it interrupted the song on the wolves.<br><br><em>grass eyes… please…like my mate.</em>&nbsp; Her lithe body was writhing yet more but as he entered her moist folds and deeper with a rhythm, she too felt it and matched him. Her body moved with him, one hand still stroked his hair her other traced down his back to find his buttocks, Sorcha’s mouth searched for his. For now the world of dream was still mingled with the real, now he <em> Grass eyes </em> was safe, she did not have to fight. <br><br>Still there was a need though to be from here, <em>too warm ….too hot</em> <br><br>The drums in Sorcha’s head joined with the rhythm of her hips as the pict moved against ‘grass eyes…’ that they might join as one and heal the land.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 04:26:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>~Galo, in the outer courtyard~</strong></div><br>As the troop came to a stop in the outer courtyard, slaves ran up to secure the horses and mules and to collect the bags. Galo dismounted and immediately began giving instructions as to the contents and intended recipients of the various bundles. The vast majority would be going to the kitchen, either as flavouring, side dishes or delicacies. Of the rest, approximately two thirds were intended for the Infirmary, while the remainder Galo had reserved for himself.<br><br>A slave boy of about fifteen moved to unload Galo’s bags from his horse as Galo finished talking - only to have his arm griped in a calloused hand before he could even begin to untie them. <br><br>The boy looked alarmed at Galo, who said in a low voice, “Do not touch my bags. I will unload and deal with them myself. Understood?”<br><br>The boy nodded, mute and wide eyed as he backed off and after a moments hesitation moved to collect bags marked for the Infirmary. Feeling cruel - the boy should know better, they all should by now! - Galo snapped at him agin, “Leave that one as well, I will take that. I have to be certain it is stored quickly and properly.” A lie, of course, it was nothing that could not wait until either he or Autolycus had time to take care of it, like all the other bags. He just wanted to make the boy squirm.<br><br>Galo gathered his bags; one over his shoulder, carrying the rest in his arms, including the one for the infirmary. He wondered if anyone save the medicus would be there - perhaps one of the new gladiators or house slaves had managed to hurt themselves or step too far out of line? He thought it likely, there was usually an injury or two on a first day. Still, he had no intent to stand and gawk for long, merely to drop off the bag and leave. If he were lucky he might have time to clean himself up, shave and get changed before being summoned.<br><br><strong>~~</strong><br><br>Meanwhile, Porcius had collard one of the slaves, an older dark haired woman, “Inform the Dominus that we have returned and that the trip was successful - or if necessary, inform Nakia if the Dominus is busy.”<br><br>The slave nodded and strode off towards the inner courtyard.<br><br>Porcius did not bother to watch her go, instead after a quick enquiry with one of the other guards stationed outside, marched in the direction Guard Captain Burrus for his report, sparing only a glance at Galo as he went past.<br><br>Oh for a soak in the baths, he thought to himself. He could hardly wait.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 06:36:42</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon in the bathhouse.</strong><br><br>Ammon didn't say anything, remaining quiet as the familiar process of being prepared was done. It was somewhat demeaning was what it was. To be "prepared" and presented as if he were some object on display. However his protests would mean little, so Ammon stood there and allowed the slave girl to do as she was ordered. Sighing every now and then as the gladiator peered over at the woman who was also subject to the same process he was. Perking up an eyebrow some, he watched as she did it herself as opposed to allowing another to shave her. Watching with some interest, he said <strong>"I see you're no stranger to the removal of hair, huh? That is an admirable trait in a woman."</strong> Which it was. Cunt was cunt, but there really was nothing like a woman completely bare. The sight got Ammon's blood racing and his eyes remained fixated on the lithe fighter. Obviously there was something different about her, it was something that enticed the Eygptian though. Something dangerous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaMale</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 13:17:42</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus Manius; Impatience taking its toll<br>Villa Inner Courtyard</strong><br><br>The Dominus was growing weary of this game, a muscle twitching visibly in his jaw as she teased him further with brave moves. The rise of her breasts with a deeper inhalation, the brush of her full rosy lips grazing his skin. The beast was becoming irritable. He wanted his woman beneath him in some form, being dominated by his muscular form rather than her lovely bodice looming over him in a position she thought superior. <br><br>He had always required a feisty woman, never a submissive that would bow to his will so easily; it would have been simply tedious, and he would have feared he would only break her wee frame. Valeria took him well, without flinching under his brutality. <br><br>His hands abruptly tightened on her hips, gaze flashing darkly at the coy request she passed to Nakia. His hand snaked up to the nape of her neck which he held firmly, drawing her down until his lips were beside her ear. "Go to our chambers Valeria." He commanded in a husky, lethal whisper, his voice hard and lusty. It was not beneath him to drag his woman to bed. Her fingers still delved through his hair and he tilted his head back to stare up at her, expression leaving no room for argument. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 16:38:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad watching Autolycus and Sorcha</strong></div><br>Watching his eyes darken as he thrust his anger at being interrupted into the "Fire Eyes", Cariad maintained his gaze. Watching the two moan and writhe on the table made her sex throb and drip in earnest.<br><br>Her eyes locked on the two bodies, not shying away from their act, but merely beginning to feel the lust within the room. Debating on whether to rise from the bed and interrupt the lovers on the table, or to continue playing where she had lain, Cariad decided on the latter.<br>Fearing, that should she arise from the bed, there would be more repercussions.<br><br>Her hand moving to her dripping sex, her fingertips slipping over her already moistened slit, as Cariad teased herself. Closing her eyes only briefly as she pushed her fingers into her warm and throbbing sex. A gasp escaping her lips as she began to tease and play with her core. She was not going to interrupt the Medicine Man, but she had no intention of lying there doing nothing.<br><br>Her moans hushed as she tried in earnest to listen to the two entwined together on the table, their lustful grunts and moans only feeding the appetite building within her. The herbs and scents of the room enveloping her as she finally broke her gaze from the two writhing bodies, as her excitement and lust&nbsp; peaked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 18:14:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus - Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>As she rose from the table to press herself against his upright body Autolycus’ hands moved down from Sorcha's hips to her buttocks, grabbing them firmly, lifting her off the table as he continued to penetrate her, more deeply now than before. She lifted her face to his and he met her lips hungrily, roughly, came up for a deep, ragged breath and then met them again. This time the kiss went deeper, his mouth opening, his tongue slipping inside to tease against hers. <br><br>Sweat appeared on his body, tiny droplets dripping down his brow and nose as he fucked her furiously. Soon, he felt her inner muscles clench around his cock. She was almost there, as he was almost there. He felt his balls tighten, his cock swell insider her. A throaty, primal shout rose inside him, “G-Gods… oh Gods…” he cried as, with a shudder, he planted his seed inside her, one spurt after another. His arms slacked around her as he lowered her back onto the table, then collapsed against her, resting his clammy forehead on her shoulder. One arm circled her shoulders, the hand burying itself in her hair, holding her tightly, not wanting to disconnect just yet. <br><br>“By the Gods woman…” he breathed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 22:31:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div> <strong>~Galo, Making his way to, and arriving at, the infirmary~</strong><br><br>Leaving the outer courtyard quickly, carefully shifting the weight of the bags he carried as he went, Galo made a beeline for the infirmary leaving the other slaves behind him.<br><br>As he made his way through the Ludus gate and across the training grounds he took the opportunity to keep an eye open for any of the new blood from market. He was curious about the new slaves; it was only natural. What would the new gladiators be like? How would they fair? Would there be any new house slaves and would they be foolish enough to challenge either himself or Nakia? Had any of them acted up, put up a fight? How many of them were new and how many of them would be more experienced slaves? New bodies proved new distractions, new diversions to occupy his mind as well as potential new complications - all of which were worth exploring.<br><br>It was quiet outside today, though plenty of noise drifted through from the Gladiators’s bathhouse.&nbsp; Settling down already? Glancing over before he turned to the infirmary, Galo tried to make out any new faces across the distance but between the slaves in attendance and a couple of Gladiators Galo already recognised, he couldn’t make anyone out. How disappointing.<br><br>Closing in on the infirmary door, he started to make out muffled noises within. It was not unusual to hear sounds of pain from the infirmary, groans and moans of the injured or occasionally the sick. Galo’s hand was already on the latch, his shoulder already applying pressure to the door before he realised, in the primal part of his brain, that the noises from within were very far away from either pained or distressed.<br><br><em><strong>“G-Gods… oh Gods…”</strong></em><br><br>All but tripping over his own feet as he stumbling into the room, barely holding on to the packages in his arms, his already wide eyes fell upon the scene laid out before him.<br><br>Three bodies in all; the usually reserved Autolycus, shuddering, locked onto a small, dark haired, very young looking naked woman who had wrapped herself around him in a passionate grip and a second - conscious, aroused and masturbating - woman sprawled on one of the beds, her dark brown hair matted with dust, blood and healing balm.<br><br>In the those few moments that he stood within the threshold of the infirmary, Galo honestly didn’t know which emotion to follow; Arousal, surprise, amusement...<br><br>As the muffled footsteps of the other slaves carrying supplies reached his ears, sheer hilarity won out and for a moment he considered simply allowing them to march right up to the open door at his back to witness this display as well... Such a very tempting thought...<br><br>With a sigh and a smirk that threatened to break into a grin, he stepped forward to make room then reached a foot back to knock the door...<br><br><em><strong>“By the Gods woman…”</strong></em><br><br>... which slammed shut behind him, just before the other slaves stepped into view. Struggling to repress laughter, let alone a grin, Galo stepped back to lean on the closed door behind him.<br><br>Well, this was certainly one of the most memorable introductions to a couple of new slaves he had ever had...
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 00:17:24</strong>
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				Sorcha was half aware of the weight upon her and the now spent member that remained inside her, she was partially aware of the scents that now filled the room. Of herbs unknown to her, scents from distant lands that they had passed when she was bound. Of course this young woman could not understand the words this man spoke to her just as he did not understand hers, yet his seed had been placed over her belly and was also inside her.<br><br>Green eyes… Grass eyes, the pict crooned as she nibbled at his neck with the same teeth that had so recently bitten off an ear; she was gentle, almost, and her voice soft. For now Sorcha’s mind was clouded and she was confused as the half world and reality still mingled together and joined as a strange amalgamation, she remembered her mate and the pleasure he had offered before going to kill the metal men.<br><br>The wolves still sang to her, though the howls were becoming less clear - they were fading now. <em>Too hot… Too hot… Grass eyes…</em> There was no wind here… <em>Too hot… No air…</em> Yet, however hot she was Sorcha took in the scents in the room and enjoyed the closeness of a mate so close to her. Her hands travelled over his body, exploring it, trying to understand him yet her home called…<br><br>The slam of the door made her start and her eyes opened though for now she could not fight. Everything was still blurred though she started to come around. As yet thou the pict was not violent, the experience had it seemed stilled her a little for the moment. Though for how long was another matter. She needed to warn her people of the hydra…
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 13:01:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, dealing with Galo's untimely return<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>Autolycus lay on top of Sorcha, still breathing heavy. He moaned softly when she nibbled his ear and kissed her neck in response, his lips soft, his beard rough and ticklish against her skin. <br><br>The door slammed. <br><br>His eyes flew open to see Galo, leaning against the door with a smirk on his face. He watched, horrified, as his assistants gaze shifted from Sorcha and himself to Cariad, still on the bed, her face flushed, her hand on her sex. Slowly, and with some amount of shocked fascination, it dawned on the medicus just what she’d been doing after he’d so rudely dismissed her. <br><br>Wrenching his eyes away from Cariad he pushed himself upright, pulling his now limp dick from Sorcha as he did so. His tunic, stained with all manner of bodily fluids, slid down to cover his loins, offering some modesty as he stepped around the operating table and used his body to shield the Pict from his assistants eyes. <br><br>"Galo," he said tersely, submitting the man to a tight-lipped glare as he ran over the options in his mind. He could throw him out. He could try and explain...<br><br>In the end he did neither. <br><br>Instead, after a long, tense moment, Autolycus turned his back to Galo and bent to pick up the bucket that stood next to the table, fished a sponge from the water and proceeded to wash the woman he had just fucked with such wild enthusiasm. <br><br>“There’s a clean tunic on the chest in my room. If you could get that for me?” He asked his assistant in a carefully neutral voice. Glancing at that other naked slave, fully displayed on her bed, he added, “And something for her too, I think.”<br><br>The medicus ran the sponge over Sorcha’s naked flesh, washing his seed off her body. His eyes met hers – finally open, the dilated pupils incredibly dark in her pale face – and held them, his expression pained. She was almost out of her drug-induced trance. Would not be like this much longer. And though he wished it were different, that the experience they’d just shared had somehow transformed her, he knew that was wishful thinking. No, she would go back to being a vicious barbarian, a savage from the North who did not hesitate to bite off a man’s ear on her way to freedom.&nbsp; <br><br>He could not risk leaving her loose. <br><br>“After that,” he called to Galo without taking his eyes of Sorcha, “you can help me get this one back in her cage.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 17:44:42</strong>
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				<strong>~ Domina Valeria; scolded but still plotting away ~<br>~ Villa Inner Courtyard, leading to upstairs Lounge (Tablinum) ~</strong><br><br><hr><br>Valeria's keen gaze caught the twitch in her husband's jaw, and knew from that moment, that he was tiring of her game. The revelation only excited her; to know that she had crossed the line and might be subject to the Dominus' dangerous wrath. No; there was no 'might' about it. The way his hands secured their tightened grip upon her hips, and he had pulled her closer, told her that it was a promise. Long, dark lashes lowered to veil her gaze, as his voice tantalised her ear. At last, as she matched his lethal stare with her own, warm hues, her fingers at last slid from his hair. Though she was half tempted to call his bluff further and be dragged, Valeria still possessed some degree of dignity about her. A respectability that showed in the proud etiquette of her submission, if it could even be called such a thing. Chin held high, her palms fell upon her husband's shoulders as she leaned back - though her spine remained rigidly straight. The action alone pressed her pelvis upon his lap, threatening to deal a more uncomfortable card from her deck with her weight upon his arousal.<br><br>“As you wish, my Dominus.” Despite the lingering coyness in her tone, the Domina finally climbed rather gracefully from the Lanista's lap. The leverage and support of his strong, muscular thigh assisting her move, until she rose to her full length before him. Briefly smoothing one palm over her stomach to ease out the unsettled fabrics there, her hands finally clasped in an ironically more guarded position over her sex. A mockery, if anything. With a lighter smirk still shaping her pout, her warm gaze shifted to her favourite handmaiden.<br><br>“Come Nakia, we must do as our Dominus commands.” She would take her exit, but not without showing off her womanly curves beneath the shifting of light materials against her skin. The curve of her derrière at first at a sideways glance, but should the Dominus follow her lead towards the stairwell, the natural sway of her hips would grant a fuller view.<br><br>Expecting Nakia to follow her obediently, Valeria waited until she was upstairs, before she quietly hissed her true feelings on the matter. “Ordering me out indeed! Hmph... We shall see about <em>that</em>.” She had to be careful though; the upstairs balcony still overlooked the inner courtyard, so she was not entirely out of earshot. Not unless she controlled her voice well enough, and fortunately, that was something she was quite apt at doing. Rather than go directly to the master bedroom though, the cunning and seething Domina crossed the entirety of the pillared balcony, all the way to the Lounge area. Once there, she wasted no time in speaking more brazenly.<br><br>“If he dares to mess up our arrangement I shall never forgive him. Nakia!” She barked the name, after her form had fallen upon her favourite chaise-lounge in a most uncouth manner. Not to sit, but to fully lay sideways upon it. “I have a great desire to be entertained now. Fetch me that dark haired new slave – the more promising of the two. You know the one.”<br><br>“And bring me that other one... what was his name again? Arplus? Ampilos? Ugh," she rolled her eyes, not really seeming to care by this point. "Whichever... bring them both here, to the tablinum. It would seem I am in quite the mood for an initiation.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 17:46:10</strong>
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				<strong>Rioghan is getting painted</strong><br><br>Beside Ammon &amp; Ryann was another who's presence was demanded this eve. The Celt Champion Rioghan's appearance was being tended to. It was with a growl of disapproval that his fine red facial hair was shaved off. There were benefits to being the Champion, one such being certain freedoms in appearance. Even more so if that appearance was exotic enough to the spectators eyes that it made him more distinguishable, memorable. How often did the locals gaze upon fine fiery red facial plaits? Not often. But the enjoyments of a slave were removed at the whim of the master. Domina would have him shaved and painted, so he was shaved and painted. <br><br>He stood still, a naked titan among men while a pair of slaves took to the task at hand. With simple blade they grazed body, to be sure his muscles sculpted by sweat and blood would be unblemished. In the Arena his appearance was to be of a savage Celtic barbarian who obliterated his opponents with his ferocity, but in the Ludus Domina could have appear as she so pleased. With body shaved the pair of slaves took water to him. A savage might stink of sweat, sand &amp; shit, but a golden god would do no such thing. The cloth ran over his body, it was quite an enjoyable experience actually. Their gentle hands upon his toned meat that was once so pale now made a fine colour by the love of the sun. He could have made a fine impersonator for Apollo when this was done. <br><br>With powerful man flesh cleaned and soothed by comforting water and soft cloth he was dried before the final piece. The golden paint. It was applied by hand by the same two slaves. Their hands explored his body as they put the paint upon him...his thick neck and broad shoulders, the finely crafted toned stomach and chest. Small hands massaged golden paint onto the length of his legs and arms. Eventually he stood with his feet some distance apart, arms raised and his hands at the back of his head to give the slaves all the room they needed to reach <em>every</em> part of his body. Ever scar and scratch was covered, hands traveled across the expanse of his solid masculine chest. While a slave girl got down to her knees so that she could more easily apply paint to the Celtic gladiators manhood and surrounding regions his blue eyes were cast in the direction of Ammon and Ryann. <br><br>She was tending to herself, he was clearly enjoying the sight. While Rioghan cared not for how his brothers spoke to the slaves, for he took part in the banter and amusement himself so often, Ryann was different. Not only was she to be a warrior upon the sands, she was of his. He felt a need to protect her while she adjusted to this life, and perhaps protect her some more. He said nothing for now and even though his head looked down to the slave who had a hand at the inside of his leg as high as it could go, he soon turned his vision to just straight ahead. He would be watching Ammon now. Not only did he desire Rioghan's position, but he clearly desired a woman from Rioghan's land. 
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				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 18:47:07</strong>
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				<strong>~ Guard Captain Burrus (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99620.msg4484422#msg4484422); working hard, featuring guest slave NPC - Eira ~ <br>~ Private Quarters, near the ground floor slave wing ~</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i332.photobucket.com/albums/m357/yuniebee/smoking_goddess_by_zaribubble-d33g82z.jpg)</div></div></div><br><hr><br>It had been awhile since Burrus had made his presence known. Having secured the pict in her new cage, he had abandoned the infirmary in search of more apt amusement. Naturally, he found it in a pretty blonde from Northern shores. His 'usual' seemed to change on a monthly basis, but she had filled the spot for the past two weeks and might warm his bed for two weeks more if she played her cards right. Although, currently, she bounced energetically on his lap with her standard moans. Hands roaming across his broad chest covered in dark, curling hairs, while her hips paused to conduct a circular, clockwise motion over his pelvis.<br><br>“Oooooh Burrus, oh! You complete me, you do!”<br><br>The Guard Captain's grip upon the young woman's plump hips faltered, along with his exuberance. On second thought, perhaps another two weeks was in fact fourteen days far too long within her needy company. Indeed, when a woman started to make such comments, it was time to give her the push and replace her with one who understood the whole picture. It was disheartening enough to bring him soft, in more ways than one. So before his pleasure had fully built to a release from his loins, Burrus was lifting her lighter form until his shaft slid from her folds. <br><br>“Wha-” she started in a high-pitched tone of total disbelief, almost squeaking the incomplete word. “Is something wrong?”<br><br>“Finish with your mouth,” he grunted. The trust was broken; soon she would be chasing after him claiming to carry his child in her belly. That would not do at all. Fortunately, the slave failed to realise this would be the last time her mouth would envelop his thick manhood. But to Burrus' amusement, she performed like somehow, deep down, she knew. Grunting once more as her tongue played havoc with his engorged head, the Guard Captain felt a slight change of heart on the matter. <em>'One more night,</em> his chest heaved, while his hands reached to grasp her head and hold her in place; not like she needed it. At least, not until...<br><br>“Eira!” Even though Burrus was <em>almost</em> always smart enough to take his women to his own, private chambers, the large cook could still be heard bellowing from the hallway of the slave quarters. The blonde between his thighs stiffened, mumbling something against his cock.<br><br>“Ignore her,” he demanded. He was so close... so close, and he'd be damned if his pretty blonde stopped now. <br><br>“EIRA!” She mumbled again as she heard the cook's fuming shouts; her heavy footsteps stampeding down the corridor. She was slurping even as she tried so hard to bring her man to a very swift climax. “Curse you girl, I'll have your rear smacked raw for this! You won't sit for a week when I'm through with you!” That mental image succeeded in pushing the captain clearly over the edge. His low, guttural groan accompanied the tensing of his balls as at long last, the one called 'Eira' received a mouthful of his warm cream. As soon as his grip lessened against her skull, she pulled back, not even daring to linger any longer to clean him. The cook was not a woman to mess with, and she already feared she'd earned three floggings from whichever wooden cooking utensil she might get her hands on first. Hopefully, it wouldn't be the skillet.<br><br>“Gods Eira,” Burrus grinned to himself. Lounging back upon his bed, he watched quite contentedly as the slave woman fumbled for her clothing. <br><br>“It's not funny,” she protested at his light chuckles. “I told you we would have to be quick. If she catches me in here again -”<br><br>“Calm yourself.” He reached for his cup of water still resting upon the night stand, and held it out for her. Having secured her un-dyed vestment in place, Eira snatched the clay cup from him, and washed down the bitter anguish in several, quick gulps. Leaning back once again, Burrus, not bothering to clothe himself yet, found more amusement in teasing the poor girl. “I'll shall stand guard nearby, and should she lay a hand on you.... I'll offer to step in.”<br><br>“Oh!” Eira squealed. “You are a terrible man!” She made the mistake of reaching out to slap at his thigh, but swift reflexes had the grinning Guard Captain gripping her wrist instead. Before Eira could offer a single shriek, he had pulled her towards him, rolled, and secured her beneath his muscular form. He wasn't finished with her yet; not by a long shot. No woman left his bed without arching fully upon it with her own bliss first. His pride was at stake otherwise.<br><br>“That I am. So how, dear Eira, is a terrible man to turn good?” Already marking his scolding kisses down her neck, the slave was already submitting to the power the captain held over her. Cooing his name and relaxing upon his bed, as he made his way south to finish what his cock had started.<br><br><em>'Just once more,'</em> he told himself, as her rocking hips brought her sweet nectar to his tongue.&nbsp; <em>'One week more...'</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 19:14:13</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; with the Domina; retrieving Cariad and Amplus </strong><br>Nakia followed her Domina obediently. A mental sigh sounded off in her head. It didn’t look like she’d have time to herself today after all. Oh, well. Wasn’t the first time, and it sure wouldn’t be the last. Her left brow cocked as she heard her Domina hiss her aggravation before reaching safe rooms. She wisely stayed silent though until they reached the Domina’s destination. <br><br>She stood silently as her Domina continued to rant and lounge full out on her chaise. She bowed low at the order to bring one of the new slaves up. “Amplus, Domina.” And she bowed again. “As you wish, Domina.” She turned and left the tablinum, her first stop being the slave quarters. Once she enters the slave quarters, she enters Amplus’ room. “Come. You are needed elsewhere. The Domina calls.” She eyed his naked form as he wakes to her words. “You may as well come as you are.” She waits for him to rise and follow her.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 20:40:18</strong>
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				<strong>~ NPC interactions; food bowls being 'handed' to Ryann and Cingetorix ~ <br>~ Ludus Training Grounds; Mess Hall ~</strong><br><br>While both the new recruits together with those who already bore the mark of the Brotherhood were prepared for the evening's frivolities, other slaves tended to the hustle and bustle of the upstairs kitchens. Meanwhile, a single, large oaf of a man, who wore far more meat than muscles on his bones, stirred a big pot of gruel in the Gladiator's mess hall. Though 'mess hall' was perhaps too fancy a word; it really was just two rows of three wooden tables slotted next to each other, and stools enough to seat a dozen or so male bums. When the stools ran out, there was always the floor. Then, there was no 'kitchen' so to speak. Sometimes, the meals were prepared upstairs and brought down. Other times, like today, a large pot boiled over a simple fire at the back of the 'room'. As for the heavy cook, he had come to be known simply as 'Lurco' – the greedy. One too many a time, he had helped himself to food meant for the Gladiator's, but the Guards did nothing. The Captain in particular found it amusing to be depriving the hard-working slaves of the fuller portions to their well-earned meals.<br><br>Today though, at the sound of the ringing bell to announce supper time; the new recruits were to undergo the 'initiation' process, and neither Lurco nor the Guards were going to stop it. True, there would be feasting upstairs, but not a morsel was for the slaves, Gladiators included. Unless the guests desired it for whatever depraved reason they saw fit to indulge. So this would be the one and only meal served to the Gladiators and recruits until the sun once again rose. Knowing this made the initiation process even more worthwhile. As those who bore the mark filled through into the mess hall, bowls were served piled with the creamy white gunk. An oat and wheat porridge mixed with very few scraps of meat unfit to serve the house, but one was lucky if they managed to find a single morsel in their serving. Crusty rolls of bread were also on hand from a basket, but it was a first come first serve process, where many hands would take double their share. The new recruits, along with the golden Champion, were taking longer to be prepared in the bath house, and so three members of the brotherhood used this to their advantage. With the gluttonous Lurco distracted by his own bowl, and the guards idly chatting to the fleeing female slaves whose tasks were complete, the main porridge was ripe for the 'initiation.' Huddling in a corner, two of the laughing men slopped two spoonfuls of the gruel into two bowls. The third slipped his cock from loincloth, and began to prepare the missing ingredient for one of the bowls.<br><br>Whether they had been seen or not was yet to be discovered, but when the new recruits would eventually arrive in the hall, the three men would present the filled bowls almost immediately to them.<br><br>“Eat up,” one said, trying hard to hold his naughty grin back as he offered the tainted bowl to Ryann. “This will be your last.”<br><br>The other, only briefly held the bowl out for Cingetorix, but dropped it before it could be taken. The clay shattering at his feet instead. “Only those who bear the mark deserve to eat,” he stated with chest puffed out. Fists clenching at his sides, he squared up to the new recruit, having already taken a dislike to him. "We will face each other on the sands tomorrow, and you will die with an empty gut."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 00:44:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">Cariad caught dipping her fingers in, literally</div><br>As her body began to buck under her touch, her hand silken from her arousal, the two bodies writhing on the table, their pace had slowed but hers didn't, that was until the door flew open.<br>Frozen, her eyes wide in shock, at her brazen act, Cariad could do nothing but sit there with her hands covering her sex. Her mouth fell open to try and explain but she stopped herself before her native tongue spilled forth and induced another lashing.<br><br>The smiling man retreated after the Medicine Man said something, she could not make out the tone nor the instruction. Her core still pulsating, eager for the crescendo of her orgasm again. <br><br>Slowly pulling her knees to her chest, her ankles resting against her thighs as she sat quietly. Dread seeping through her sweat glittered skin as she contemplated the punishment for being caught masturbating.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 10:11:08</strong>
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				<strong>Nakia comes a calling for Amplus</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div><br>As he lay there dreaming of his childhood, before the fire, playing with his sister. He twisted and turning in the bed as the images turned from that of a dream to darkness as the men came. He knew what would come next but was surprised by the change. Yes the men did burn the village and murder his family but instead of Bastian coming to save him it was the face and voice of Nakia what came before him. “Come. You are needed elsewhere. The Domina calls” and with that the dream ended as he awoke in his cell. <br><br>Much like he had for Bastian, he stood and followed her command. As he crossed the cell floor, to be by her side, he flicked up his loincloth with his foot and tossed it onto the bed, before resuming his journey. Once close he spoke quietly “As you wish. I am at your command.” Standing this close to him once again brought that oh so familiar twitch back in his cock. The power that she had over him was confusing, but it was something that he did not mind in the slightest.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 14:57:38</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; with Amplus; headed to the Infirmary to fetch Cariad</strong><br>Nakia watches Amplus wake and rise to come stand next to her. She cocks her left brow as he caught his loincloth and flung it to the bed with his foot.&nbsp; She turned and headed out of the room. They would now head over to the Infirmary to pick up the other slave. Not exactly what she’d had in mind for a visit with the Medicus, but there was nothing for it. <br><br>They pass through the kitchen on their way to the Infirmary. Whispers and comments could be heard as the slaves there got their first good look at all of Amplus. The corners of Nakia’s mouth twitched slightly upward. She knew the rumors would be running rampant now, and focused upon him for a time, not to mention, many would be wanting a go at him as well. Nakia paused suddenly as she heard Cook ranting about the slave Eira. She gave a quiet sigh, as she had a pretty good idea where she could be. Nakia knew Burrus had taken a liking to the slave recently. Just another in a long line of them. Nakia felt no compulsion though to tell the Cook her thoughts. Let Burrus enjoy his little slave for as long as he wanted. <br><br>She started to move on when a messenger slave approached her. She stopped again, and cocked her head at him in mild annoyance. The messenger bowed slightly to her. “Your pardon, Nakia, but Porcius wanted me to find either you or the Dominus to let it be known that the gather party had returned and was successful.”<br><br>Nakia inclined her head ever so slightly. “Thank you. The Dominus will be informed.” The slave nodded and moved into the kitchen further. Nakia continued on, and briefly wondered where Galo might be. As they head across the training grounds, the new recruits as well as older ones could be seen going to their mess hall for food. Altering her course slightly, Nakia approached and held up her hand. The gladiators were stopped and she moved before each, making a quick inspection of her own. <br><br>The Champion looked odd now without his face fur, but rather nice gilded as he was, though Nakia thought it a stupid waste. She gave him a slight nod of respect before moving on to inspect some others. A dark man, was next, she walked around him slowly. She could see the quiet, slow burning anger in every line of his body. She came back around and faced him briefly. Like the Champpion, she gave him a slight nod. She went down the line until she came to the female.&nbsp; Like the dark man, Nakia circled her. She pauses though behind her and lifts the hair up. She notes the lack of oil and shaving on her backside, but drops the hair without a word. She would speak to Burrus later on the matter. She continues on to inspect the rest, and then moves off. “Come, Amplus.” She once more heads in the direction of the Infirmary.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 20:26:11</strong>
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				<strong>Aulus with Liliana in the inner courtyard</strong><br>From the young man’s point of view, war changes a man.&nbsp; Sometimes even the softest of hearts can be forged in cold steel with but a passing of a single battle.&nbsp; These men, no longer became soldiers worthy of Mars’ grace, but instead became bloodthirsty murderers.&nbsp; They thrived on bloodshed and raped and pillaged whatever they pleased, unless the commanding officer had any degree of nobility to stop such barbarity.&nbsp; When Aulus finally felt the tear being rubbed away by the grace of his thumb, he was almost relieved that his heart was still pure, though his mind and body be scarred by years of combat.&nbsp; Also with Aulus in the more…..weakened state it gave another an opportunity to make an even more daring move.&nbsp; Liliana seemed all but prepared as they continued to lock their eyes onto one another.&nbsp; So quiet and still was this moment that one could even hear the soft gust of wind beating against their bodices.&nbsp; The outline of Liliana’s body sculpted at every detail pressed against the delicate fabric of her garments, leaving but for a moment Aulus’ eye’s to detail her body like a starving wolf.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Whether it was a means of opportunity or simply plain coincidence Liliana would ignore such a moment.&nbsp; Her hand now released of the hand she had held moved immediately to his hand carrying the tear soaked thumb.&nbsp; Her sudden action broke the young soldier’s hypnosis as his eye locked finally on his hand, his mind trying to contemplate what she would do next. Of all his possible scenarios he had considered, this one he did not expect:&nbsp; &nbsp;the kissing of the thumb that had wiped his tear away.&nbsp; His cheeks flushed at the kiss of his flesh, despite it nowhere near his face; that was the distraction.&nbsp; With Aulus totally locked in by her first reaction, he failed to notice the hand that had caressed the side of his face.&nbsp; It left Aulus in a perhaps paralyzed state for he feared he could dare not move, not at least without insulting her with his……inexperience.&nbsp; He kept this truth to himself, leaving the only thing he was capable of moving, his mouth, to distract her so to allow his body to return to its normal state; thus he explained his true goals now that he was no longer in the Legion.<br><br>“Aulus, I am so very sorry to hear of your loss. May the gods bestow comfort upon you as you mourn your beloved parents,” It was clear that there was absolute compassion and sincerity in her words with enabled to Aulus to breathe easier.&nbsp; Indeed he missed his parents; perhaps they were his most valued treasure of all.&nbsp; Now with them gone he was alone, with no kin or family to know, perhaps not even a true home since the fire had consumed his home.&nbsp; A smile of appreciation grew on him finally directing it towards Liliana nodding in his thanks to her kind words, totally oblivious to her finger against the palm of his hands.&nbsp; Even there the scars of his history were embedded his palms by scars which most likely would have come from holding his weapons with a grip that dared not let go. “So, you have garnered position with Antonious in the hope of earning the money you need.”&nbsp; Antonious was a good man, though his greed for money almost cost him his arm had it not been for Aulus’ intervention.&nbsp; The soldier wondered what the merchant was up to; perhaps squeezing every denari he could out of the guards’ purse. “General Pompey said he was a man that could be trusted.&nbsp; I am grateful that he is teaching the ways of a merchant, which I must confess, feel so foreign to me.&nbsp; I wonder if it suits me.”&nbsp; <br><br>Aulus could feel the gentle breeze of the wind die down leaving them behind with a small but thankful sensation of cold air.&nbsp; With the wind past, the sun came next returning them to the heat that they had been enduring, even if it was a slow transition.&nbsp; When she asked of his progress regarding his collecting of funds Aulus could only respond by showing her a small satchel of coin.&nbsp; Even to the naked eye, it was not nearly enough, considering the fact that his home with back in Capua. &nbsp;“I fear at this rate, with my abilities at being a merchant, it’ll take years before I can finally afford to get home, let alone pay for a proper funeral.”&nbsp; Returning the satchel to his belt, he sighed as he considered the amount of time it would take before he could even afford transportation to Capua considering the fact that he will need to pay for food and board, which he hadn’t even considered where he would stay.&nbsp; Antonious was kind enough to give him lodging when he first got here but he wouldn’t be able to keep him around forever, not with him retiring.&nbsp; <br><br>“Perhaps a man such as yourself - a soldier - might better exchange different services for coin to more quickly and successfully reap the reward you seek.”&nbsp; He looked to her with eyes of optimism.&nbsp; The black wolf given an opportunity to walk with the greys……..”Different services Your Ladyship?&nbsp; What kind of services are you suggesting?”&nbsp; Thus she described how her status could possibly allow him to be employed by this very Ludus.&nbsp; The idea did show promise, after all he was fascinated by this place, and to be around it so much would surely be a gift from the gods.&nbsp; If not however, she would see no problem in hiring him as well at her villa.&nbsp; Perhaps it was for extra security, perhaps not, either way her plan was most gracious and Aulus needed to show proper thanks.&nbsp; “You have only but just met me, yet your words set my heart at ease.&nbsp; I’m sure if my parents were still alive they would be undoubtedly grateful.&nbsp; May the Gods never turn a blind eye to your generosity.”&nbsp; Her last comments though confused him, “A sweeter cup?&nbsp; But wasn’t that wine you told him to watch yours?”&nbsp; Aulus was not very familiar with word play; such was the language of nobles and politicians.&nbsp; As a soldier and of the lower class of plebs he preferred simplicity in his conversations.&nbsp; He always preferred being honest and to the point, which was similar to his father.&nbsp; A soldier never dragged something on, he starts what he intends to finish. 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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 21:36:44</strong>
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				<strong><em>~Ryann, moving from the bathhouse to the Mess~</em></strong><br><br>So lost in thought of her homeland Ryann didn't even hear the approach of Ammon. His rough baritone startled her enough that her body reacted automatically, whirling around to face the Egyptian, every muscle tensed and ready for action. Her eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched, and even her small hands had begun to work into fists, until his simple words sunk in. A slow blink of bright green eyes before her brain comprehended that this man, this oiled God, had actually deigned to speak to her. She had noted many a time his eyes upon her in that darkly dangerous gaze he had of nigh black hues, glittering obsidian now locked upon her. Her nostrils flared as she attempted to pull herself into a modicum of relaxation, tossing raven locks lightly over her shoulder as she pulled her lithe frame to stand to her full height. How to react? He was but a man looking upon a female in that way they did. She was but meat to him.. yet was that really an issue? She had dealt with many a leer and lewd comment before. Surely, simply because this beautiful predator made her blood boil in a manner she was unaccustomed to, she need not let him be aware..<br><br>“ Where I am from, being Royalty has its benefits. Shaving is a luxury I have missed greatly. And..it suits you...I see... I..”<br><br>Trailing off, the felt the heat flare across her face, warming her chest, causing lush breasts to ease into a soft rose hue as her breathing quickened. Such a fool she was acting! She was a Warrior, by the Morrigan! Daughter to a King, and acting as a foolish chit! A hand was brought up, smoothing sleek tresses back away from her blushing features, refusing to hide from this man who sent such thoughts racing through her head that it sent her loins to blaze. She made the attempt at a coy grin as she queried..<br><br>“ Tell me, where do you stand in ranking here? Am I to meet you upon the sands as well?”<br><br>Ryann was prepared to continue with the questioning, if at least to keep Ammon near her, but the ringing bell interrupted her, and she saw the other Gladiators filing out of the bathhouse quickly, she heard the mention of food. With a start she heard her stomach growl, and with a slightly abashed look at Ammon, she moved past him, easing just close enough that he felt the breeze of her luscious body flow against his flesh, perhaps even smelled the natural scent of her skin. Easily enough she was following the rest of the men into the Mess hall, thinking that perhaps the food would be in abundance and of good quality. Surely the Dominus would feed his Gladiators well, if he wished to keep them in top condition to fight? How disappointed she was then when she saw the simple bread and rather unappetizing gruel she was supposed to eat. Scowling slightly, she looked around slowly, not sure on how this was supposed to work. Simply get in line with the rest? <br><br>The arrival of Nakia quickly erased her train of thought. Ryann noticed that silence fell quickly, a she lofted a brow at the thought that this small mouse of a woman brought such quick respect from the Gladiators. Obvious a slave of some high ranking, and that was proven as Nakia began her inspection. Still and silent Ryann remained, until Nakia came to her, and touched her hair. Swiftly her ire was up once again, her lips curling into a snarl, prepared to ask how DARE Nakia touch her. But seethingly silent Ryann remained. She was a slave. She must....survive. A quick flit of her gaze was given to her now golden Brother Rioghan, a look to him as if to say <em>See me? I can do this...I WILL live..</em><br><br>Soon enough Nakia was finished, and the eating commenced. Steps were begun to get herself back into the line, until she noticed the approach of men, both holding bowls. There was a gleam to their eyes she did not take kindly to, and once again, she slipped without even thinking about it into a defensive position. At first, as hungry as she was, she found her hand reaching for the proffered bowl. She had no clue of the 'special sauce' that had been added. Yet as another of the Gladiators stepped up to Cignetorix, offering him his own bowl only to drop it quickly and threaten the man she was brought in chains with, her quick anger took control. With a sneer at the men before her, she lifted her bowl to her mouth, spat into the gruel, then let the container slip from her fingers to shatter at the feet of the man who had given it to her. Stepping close to him, she would work her face as close to his, growling low in her rich brogue. <br><br>“ What, you offer me food, yet not him? Am I not worthy to meet you on the sands? Not worthy for the mark? More the fool you. If he does not eat, neither do I..you will be eating your words soon enough little man, when I cut off your cock and shove it down your throat..”<br><br>Every word she spoke was aired with fire and fierceness. She felt every one to be true. These men, these proven warriors, would soon find out what they had in their midst, one way or another.
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 01:48:37</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo, Infermary~ ~Cariad, written by Damned Eternally~</strong><br><br>Galo watched in wicked amusement as Autolycus’ eyes snapped open, alarmed. <em>Caught. </em><div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br><em>Ah, not so distant after all, dear Autolycus.</em> He thought, gleefully. Was that embarrassment he saw, being covered by that distant mask? Wonderful! So the man was human after all. Not as flustered as he would have hoped but still, it did not do to curse small blessings.<br><br>As Autolycus pulled himself away from the small, dark haired woman, Galo took the time to take in the finer details laid out before him. The battered state of both woman caught his eye first; one has been lashed, the other badly beaten. He took note of the unusual tattoos covering the smaller woman and how the other cringed, flushed with arousal and perhaps shame. She seemed afraid and withdrawn, that one. Galo was not surprised, though whatever sympathy he felt could not be acted upon now with Autolycus’ poor humour steadily filling the air. It was, after all, in his best interest to at least stay in moderately good relations with the man considering how often he was required to work with him. Now, he would simply wait for a cue from the medicus.<br><br>As Autolycus pulled away from the woman he had just coupled with to move around the table, Galo’s gaze was drawn by the movement, seeing the stains upon his tunic; blood, smears of healing balms, pastes and, unless he was very much mistaken, semen. Galo felt his eyebrows begin to reach towards his hairline. How... interesting. He hadn’t known the man had it in him!&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Galo,"</strong> Autolycus said tersely, glaring through narrowed eyes, lips pursed in thought.<br><br>Galo inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement, waiting and watching. Autolycus was tense, which was doing nothing to help Galo smooth his features into neutrality; it was so rare for the man to be outwardly phased by anything that, as much as Galo respected the medicus’ work, opportunities like this were to be savoured.<br><br>Eventually, the other man turned his back to him, reaching for a bucket and sponge that lay discarded by the bed. Rinsing then wringing out the sponge, Autolyus began to wash the woman on the bed in front of him, saying, <strong>“There’s a clean tunic on the chest in my room. If you could get that for me?”</strong> The tone of Autolycus’ voice was neutral, almost disinterested to Galo’s ears, as though he were simply tending to another patient. Then glancing at the other woman who looked to be withdrawing even further into herself, he added, <strong>“And something for her too, I think.”</strong><br><br><em>Ah, so we are playing it like that, are we?</em> While the thought was slightly sobering and Galo knew better then to mistake the medicus’ demands for a request, he still had half an ear to the shuffling outside and was keenly aware of the slight pressure at his back of someone attempting to tentatively open the door.&nbsp; While the return to formality would normally have dampened his humour, at least on the outside, this time his smirk remained firmly in place; Galo decided to stay put for a moment longer. This would be worth it. <br><br>He watched for a second, hoping for one of the slaves outside to call out and get that one last rise out of the ruffled medicus. It was now that he finally noticed the dark, overly dilated eyes of the tattooed woman, her vacant look and unsteady posture. Galo’s smirk faded slightly, the beginnings of a frown pinching between his brows and lining his forehead. She was drugged? <br><br>Galo’s amusement finally faded as he regarded the medicus and the woman he was tending to. This was unexpected; Why was she drugged? Had she lashed out as new blood sometimes did? It would explain the crate sitting to the side of the room. Galo’s thoughts turned darker as moments passed. If she was dangerous, why fuck her like this? To break her faster? He knew too well that the tactic was, depending on the Roman in question, widely used with some of the difficult slaves, or indeed, the pretty ones. Eyes narrowed slightly, Galo watched Autolyucs; Had the Greek healer finally become truly Roman?<br><br>Seemingly lost to his own thoughts himself, Autolyucs called back to Galo again, <strong>“After that, you can help me get this one back in her cage.”</strong><br><br>Galo’s own expression turned hard for a moment - <em>so, she is a fighter...</em> - before a timid knock on the door at his back broke his thoughts. A pale mockery of his previous amused expression twisted his lips as he called back though the door, his voice loud to be heard clearly, “Leave the bags out there, I will deal with them soon. Get back to work, all of you.” <br><br>Muffled acknowledgements could be heard through the door followed by the soft sounds of bags upon the sand.<br><br>Galo finally pushed away from the door and moved to the small corner of the infirmary set aside for his use to put his own packages down. Glancing back to Autolyus, his expression now clear, he set about getting the items requested.<br><br>He collected two tunics, the smallest he could find to fit the women. Then, as he walked back, he snatched a well known jar from his work bench containing a mix of herbs to be taken with wine, intended to prevent conception. He assumed that Autolycus did not plan on being a farther at this particular point in time - nor with this particular young woman.<br><br>Placing both the jar and a tunic on the bed next to Autolycus as he walked passed, Galo took the other tunic, draped over his arm, to the second slave who sat with her legs curled tight against her body. He slowed as he neared her, no sudden movements, his motions careful. <br><br>Looking over her, he could see that the welts on her back were fresh, although they had been treated.<br><br>His voice low and calm, he asked, “Do you understand me? Your back is hurt, so I going to help you put this on.”<br><br><strong>Her hazel eyes following the man who was walking towards her. Her body shifting as the she fought the flight instinct within her. Cariad's eyes wide as the man looked over her. His voice causing her to relax slightly, her body seeming to react to the gentle tone, the blank expression on her face answering any question or query the man may have had.</strong><br><br>Galo frowned. So, she did not understand Latin? That always made things difficult. He considered for a moment before holding the tunic up for her to put her arms through, giving her the option to act without forcing her. The early days were always difficult, might as well offer her a small chance to act on her own. It was amazing how much of an effect these small things could sometimes have.<br><br>After a moment, Galo made to try and talk to her again. Not having any way of knowing what her native language was until she spoke and knowing the shock of capture could render a small number of slaves mute, sometimes permanently, Galo spoke quietly, in his native Gaulish tongue. <em>“How about now? Can you understand me now?”</em> He ignored the weight in his throat and chest that came from speaking to someone else like this...<br><br>If this didn’t work, he had a few other Celtic dialects he could try. He wasn’t fluent in them, though. He only hoped there wouldn’t be another miss translation like there was with the very tall male slave a few years ago who originated from the far east of his own homeland. He didn’t want to spend days trying to clear up another mess like that...<br><br>And, if she wasn’t a Celt, then for her sake she had better hope there was another slave in the house who could speak with her in her own language. It was very lonely being lost with no voice...
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 12:19:27</strong>
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				<strong> Sorcha in the infermary</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br>Her mate was no longer there now, and her hut felt cold even upon the skins, yet the wolves grew louder calling to her and the sound of metal ran in the picts ears. Sorcha twitched again in her drug induced state still unaware of the new comer, again she mumbled something though to any it would sound like gibberish for who would understand her barbaric tongue.<br><br>In her mind with the wolfskin wrapped about her she left her hut, and she saw it again, the hydra, the beast that disturbed the sleeping ones beneath the earth. Sorcha saw them too the men of metal, they wore many skins and colours but wore the bloody sign of death, but not of good death for the ravens would not eat those that had fallen to her tribe…to her land, they would rot there and spoil the land and earth yet further…<em>only stones remain…</em><br><br>She saw it again; the blood in the snow, yet all the snow became as red. Her skin, the wolf skin had became a part of her and she ran to the howling ran to be somewhere safe. Yet the jewel and corrupt creature tried to catch her. However the ravens and the eagles called and gave her wings so she might fly, yet still she had to see more. <br><br>Suddenly Sorcha flew high, within the cold grey skies but she had to go further for she had to see more, had to understand. Everywhere it seemed the metal men touched became as vile blood, even there own barren lands was covered with it, with death…with treachery, and it scared her. In time the corruption of the beast would even destroy itself, but for now all she wanted was to aid her own lands and to warn them.<br><br>Finally the pict was dropped still in her skin in the place they had brought her and even there it seemed the monster existed, she could feel it rumbling beneath the earth, it would soon rear its head on this terrible bloody land. Yes even here the sand was coated in blood. As the sun set coated it further in red.<br><br>Then she rose from the table and grabbed the arm of Autolyucs, <em>Please help me, please, I have to return. My land is blood and a monster is there the same one that is here. It is sick, all is sickness and they will die. Only stones…crumbling fire…</em> She became more incoherent or at least would have if he understood the words she spoke. It was then that she fell back on the table twitching somewhat. All in the room at least could hear the fear and desperation within her voice. She was rather panicked. On the table in the blood that had been there Sorcha had drawn patterns and swirls.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 20:52:18</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus' thoughts on the way to the infirmary</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div><br>He followed her, of course he followed her without as much as a word from either of them as they left his room. So the Domina wanted him, for what he could only imagine. Perhaps she wanted a demonstration of his gifts, he considered, of which he had no concern. He after all considered her to be quite the mortal goddess. As he walked, his mind started to fill up with possible situations and encounters for him to show off his endowment. Until finally images of Nakia flooded his head. He shook the images away with a dismissive thought “of course she would not want me” he whispered to echo his thoughts. Even so he could hope. <br><br>Once through the kitchen Amplus found some amusement at the comments and whispers that he could not help but overhear. Words such as elephant and truck were just whispers in the shadows, as he paraded his naked body through the corridors to the infirmary. <br><br>He waited like an obedient pet whilst she listened to the cook, spoke to the slave and inspected the other gladiators. Gladiators of which he had a particular interest to know, but that would have to wait as he was with Nakia now and her instruction was all he craved. He watched from his periphery as she scrutinized every inch of them until finally she called for him to follow once again. With a twitch of his cock, they were on there way. <br><br>Upon occasion, throughout the walk, he would focus on Nakia perfect form, he found her to be quite the welcoming distraction as she had both confidence and of course looks. When he was not doing so, his mind would drift to that of his master, Bastian. What entertainment had he found that had meant that he had not come to visit his pet during the time that he was in captivity. That aside, he would very much like to see him again and looked forward to spending some private time with him once the day was through. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 23:58:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad trying to communicate with Galo - Infirmary</strong></div><br>As the man neared her, Cariad tried to calm her racing heart. Orgasm and fear didn't seem to be a good mixture. Her eyes watching his fluid moves towards her. Fidgeting slightly as she fought the urge to get up and run from him, but knew, should she do that, she would be punished. <br>His arm was covered in something, she assumed to be clothing, well she hoped it was. His dark brown hair and eyes intrigued her, he was pleasing to her eye. Then he spoke, her whole body seemed to melt, as though he were a magic soothing balm. Cariad did not understand what he was saying but enjoyed the tone of his voice. Friendly. <br><br>Cariad felt a sensation she hadn't felt since her removal from her home, her neck and cheeks burning with a rouge. Smiling slightly as she realised she had been staring at him, she dropped her head.<br><br>As he spoke again, the pitch of his voice changed as did the words that slipped from his lips. It was a dialect she had not heard on her journey. <br><br><em>"No."</em> <br>Being one of the few phrases of latin she knew, and not knowing what he was asking for, Cariad shook her head in desperation. The hunger for knowledge growing, it had been months since she had read the written word. She would need to learn more of their tongue.<br><br>As he held out the tunic, shame at her naked form flushed through her dust covered skin. The water marks from having her wounds bathed and balmed visible through the dirt. Raising her arms slowly as she refused to look in his eyes as he dressed her. The yearning to be touched by the man who's voice was music to her soul and who was showing her a great decency filled the pit of her empty stomach. It growled in response.<br><br>A chuckle escaped her lips, having forgotten when her last meal had been.<br><br><strong>"My deepest apologies, for my body needs fuelling."</strong><br><em>"Food?</em> Cariad enquired hopefully about something to fill the void within her. Hoping her latin tongue was close, and that her words were correct.<br><br>Her eyes looking for his, trying to read his face for a reaction, hoping it would be a positive one.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 18:39:42</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo, Infirmary~</strong><br><br>Seeing the woman blush and drop her head stoked his ego.<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)<br></div> Oh, he was no muscle-heavy arena champion, but subtlety and skill were his fort. It please him when it payed off. <br>When he tried to speak to her in Gaulish her response was both disheartening and yet encouraging as she shook her head, <strong>"No."</strong><br><br>Well, at least she wasn’t mute and even if she knew just a handful of Latin words, that was something that she could build on. It was also pleasing and promising how quickly she responded when he offered her the tunic, lifting her arms for him with little prompting. Still flushed, still hesitant, but cooperating. Good.<br><br>He slipped the tunic over her arms, making note of the abrasions and sores on her wrists from shackles - a normal injury for new blood - and how thin she was. Again, this was normal. Mindful of her injuries he slipped the tunic up her arms, ignoring the touch of her skin on his hands. He was not unaffected by what he had walked into when he had entered the infirmary but now was not the time; there was too much to be done and this woman, however beautiful or responsive, was just another slave like him. He refused to risk it.<br><br>Carefully pulling the tunic over her head then down her body, he held it away from her back as much as he could to avoid the drag of fabric over fresh wounds.<br><br>Her stomach growled and he grimaced in sympathy. <br><br>Then she chuckled and spoke; his eyes widened then narrowed slightly in thought. It was a Celtic dialect, certainly. Galo wracked his brains for a moment before recognition set in; She was a Briton. Probably from... Weston Britannia, if he had heard that right. Well, that gave him something to work with as he tried to remember who, if any, of the other slaves might speak that particular language, at least more proficiently then he could.<br><br>He was already reaching for one of pouches strung to his belt when she reinforced her request in heavily accented Latin, <strong>“Food?”</strong><br><br>Opening the strings on the pouch he pulled out a few slivers of dried meat and flat bread. Trail rations only, something he had plenty of; he always ate well in the wilds, better the guards even, and when back at the villa he could always find better food to scavenge or steal. He used the rations to supplement his apatite from time to time, nothing more. He had more then enough so she was welcome to these. Shifting himself in the way of Autolycus’ line of sight, Galo placed the rations in her hand, quickly moving to curl her fingers over them, trying to convey subtlety, discretion and hopefully a degree of haste.<br><br>A completely foreign language sounded from behind him and Galo glanced back to Autolycus and the other woman, who seemed to be coming round from her trance. He watched with some degree of concern as she grew more and more distressed, rising from the table to grab Autolycus’ arm.<br><br>As she moved he saw the patterns in the blood on the bed, some of them ringing familiar to him while others were utterly unknown. Although clearly still disorientated, fear and desperation oozed from her and Galo turned fully to face the pair by the other table, tensed slightly incase she lashed out. Distant concern grew to something closer to true alarm as the young woman fell back against the table. Her own safety and welfare aside, the Dominus would not be happy if she were made ill, either mildly or fatally so from any drug given to her. That Galo had not been there when the drug was administered would not necessarily be a guarantee the he would not receive punishment if punishment would be dealt.
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 23:18:14</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon going from the baths to the mess.</strong><br><br>Looking down into Ryann's eyes, Ammon smirked some as he witnessed the process that was surely going on inside of her head. Noticing Rioghan looking in his direction from out of the corner of his eye, Ammon smiled darkly in his direction and cracked his neck before turning his attention back to the young woman in front of him. Royalty though? That was definitely news to his ear, but it did make perfect sense within context. Still news all the same.<br><br>What was this emotion she was giving off though? It astounded the Egyptian, the fierce pride he had seen displayed all day? Was replaced by something else, she seemed almost nervous. It was definitely a boost to his already inflated ego. After she asked her questions? He thought to himself for a moment, pursing out his lips slightly before remarking <strong>"First, and you'll do well to remember this. Who you were before? It holds no weight in this place, not anymore. Hold onto your memories as best as you can, but otherwise? You won't return to that life...as for my ranking? I'm ranked quite close to The Champion. Had I been here longer? His title would be mine, as it is? I must kill all in my way to get my shot at him...You're not to meet me though. Not for some time, fierce as you may be? Pray you don't."</strong> The words weren't spoken from arrogance, but from quiet confidence and experience.<br><br>Smiling very slightly when Ryann brushed past him, he breathed in her scent and looked towards Nakia's direction when the woman made her presence known. His face going stern as he rolled his eyes and sighed. Stopping when her hand was held up as he waited quietly. He looked straight ahead, and kept his gaze off of her as he was inspected and merely nodded after she did. <br><br>However he'd put his hand to his face as he groaned deeply when he entered the mess and noticed Ryann making more friends with the rest of the gladiators. Quickly moving towards her direction, he managed to move past the other gladiators who likely wanted to do horrible things in response to her outburst. Grasping Ryann by her wrist firmly, Ammon marched her to a more isolated portion of the mess and said <strong>"You're going to get yourself killed, woman!"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 06:43:56</strong>
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				<strong>~ Liliana sitting with Aulus in a secluded garden nook, between the outer and inner courtyards of the ludus ~</strong><br><br><br><strong>“A sweeter cup?&nbsp; But wasn’t that wine you told him to watch yours?”</strong>&nbsp;<br><br>Liliana’s gentle laughter bubbled easily over her lips at Aulus' innocent question, her violet eyes sparkling with kindhearted humor. Her delicate feminine hands still nestled his large masculine hand between them, and she lightly squeezed Aulus’ hand as it rested on the silken fabric draping her lap. Tilting her head slightly to the side, she regarded the man sitting next to her with confused curiosity, her long dark hair shifting to fan silkily over her shoulder.<br><br>“Aulus, truly ~ you do confound me. I don’t think I have ever met a man of such contradictions as you seem to be.”&nbsp; Her eyes traveling appreciatively over his body, she continued, “I see a man with pleasing face and form, a fine soldier with body honed and hardened in battle.”&nbsp; Smoothing one of her small hands slowly over his wrist and forearm, continuing up to gently encircle his firm bicep within her slender fingers, Liliana’s voice held a soft huskiness as she spoke. “And yet, the hardness of your body does not appear to extend to your heart, nor do I believe to your spirit. I see the boy you have been, struggling to survive within the man you have become. I see the hesitation, but I also see the hunger.”<br><br>Not removing her fingers from his arm, but gently releasing his other hand from hers, she gracefully in one smooth, fluid movement, changed her position from sitting next to him on the bench to resting her softly-firm bottom on his thigh, sitting sideways on his muscular leg, the long green fabric of her silken gown swirling over his uniform. Her other hand slid bewitchingly up along the side of his neck, softly caressing the expanse of skin bared above his collar.&nbsp; <br><br>Resting her forehead lightly against his as she softly stroked her fingers against his neck with one hand and along his arm with her other hand, she purred huskily, her warm breath a sweet whisper against his lips. “Life is not meant for the meek, Rabbit.&nbsp; I would have you learn, there is room within you for both the man and the boy. And both may rejoice in their full purpose.”&nbsp; Using her grip on him to pull herself closer to his body, her lush softness pressed enticingly against him, her soft curves tucked along the length of his body. Her smooth, perfumed skin a silken touch feathering over his more weathered skin, she nestled against him for a few moments, enjoying the feel of his hard body pressed tightly against her softly curved hip and lushly rounded breast.<br><br>Not wanting to alarm him too much with her unabashed forwardness, Liliana smoothly slipped off her perch upon his thigh to stand alluringly betwixt his legs, tenderly holding his face between her hands. Pulling his face gently up toward her to ease him to his feet, she smiled into his blue eyes, her own eyes warm and encouraging as they gazed into his. “Come, let us share our plan with Antonious. If General Pompey himself saw fit to leave you in his fine care, I am certain of his support for your cause.” When Aulus had stood up fully, she clasped her hand in his, lacing her fingers with his as they strolled back toward the merchant’s kiosk in the outer courtyard.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 06:28:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>~Cingerotix: Bath House to the Mess Hall – Scuffle with NPC Gladiator~</strong></div><br>Cingetorix stood in the bath house, naked, shaved, and oiled. He wasn’t sure how long they were to stand here like this, but seeing none of the other slaves don their loincloths, he refrained from covering himself as well, simply following the lead of the experienced slaves. He wondered what was to happen next; why had they all been shaved and oiled?<br><br>Suddenly, the others were pouring from the bath house, filing out in a loose sort of line. They were all moving in the same direction, and so it was that Cingetorix followed the other slaves, all of them naked as you please, their hard, oiled bodies glistening in the setting Spanish sun. He soon found himself standing in the Ludus’s mess hall with all of the other gladiators. He noticed the other gladiators forming a line and began to move to the back of that forming line when another slave girl entered the room again. It was the same one who had come to inform the doctore they were all to be shaved and oiled.<br><br>Tilting his head slightly, he found it curious how all of the gladiators and other slaves seemed to whip into shape whenever this particular slave girl was around. <em>This woman obviously holds a place of honor among the slaves,</em>&nbsp; he thought to himself as he watched the woman move amongst them. She was inspecting the work of those who had shaved and oiled them and she was fast approaching him.<br><br>Cingetorix didn’t really snap to attention or bow his head in respect or reverence to this woman as did most of the others gladiators and common slaves. Instead, he watched her, his eyes fixing upon hers as she drew near him. He stood with his feet shoulders width apart and held his arms slightly from his side, palms facing her as if to say, ‘look at me.’<br>She made quick work of inspecting him before moving on to inspect the woman with whom he had arrived at this ludus. He watched, curiously as the Nakia lifted Ryann’s hair and inspected her back. He noticed the snarl upon Ryann’s face and the tightening of her fist. He noticed the defiant look in her eyes when she looked towards the gold painted champion as well. Soon enough the slave woman finished her impromptu inspection and exited the room. The other gladiators and slaves returned to whatever they were doing before her arrival.<br><br>Cingetorix walked e behind Ryann when they were approached by two men offering bowls of gruel. He didn’t like the look of them from the moment he saw them approaching in his peripheral vision. He stared the man in the eyes for a moment before he slowly reached out for the proffered bowl of gruel. Just before his hands reached the bowl, the man dropped it. The clay bowl shattered and the gruel splattered on his feet and shins, blemishing the oiling he’d just received. Cingetorix never took his eyes off the man, holding his gaze with a glaring, seething look in his on own blue hues. He could hear heated warning Ryann was giving her new found “friend” but he was too focused on the man before him and his words to noticed what happened next with Ryann.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">NPC Gladiator: “Only those who bear the mark deserve to eat,” he stated with chest puffed out. Fists clenching at his sides, he squared up to the new recruit, having already taken a dislike to him. "We will face each other on the sands tomorrow, and you will die with an empty gut."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>In a blur of movement, Cingetorix shoved his fist into the man’s face just as his foot hooked behind the other man’s. His nose buckled and crunched under the force of the blow and the man went flying backwards, crashing on his back with a thud. The man scrambled to regain his feet, but before he could get off of his back, Cingetorix had a foot pressed to the man’s throat, bearing a considerable portion of his weight onto the man’s windpipe and severing his oxygen. Glaring down hatefully at the man with his fists balled up tightly, Cingetorix growled vehemently, baring his teeth in a scowl of rage.<br><br><strong>“Why wait? I need no mark&nbsp; to end the likes of you.”</strong><br><br>He noticed in his peripheral as the Egyptian came over to Ryann, his senses were all suddenly very keen and alert to his surroundings. He knew there was going to be repercussions for this incident. There always were. He was not new to being a slave, only knew to being a gladiator. He pressed his foot firmly into the man’s throat, choking the life from him, and fueled by rage, he was determined to continue until the man died or someone stopped him by force.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 13:53:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em>Autolycus - Infirmary</em></strong></div><hr><br>Autolycus finished washing Sorcha, his back carefully turned to Galo. It seemed he did not want to look his assistant in the eyes. He knew what this looked like. Him having his way with the obviously drugged slave, forcing her... Though that wasn't what it had felt like at all. He wondered if he should explain? And then he decided no, he didn’t want to share. He had so little privacy, so little to call his own. This was a little something he wanted to keep to himself, cherish even... Damnit! If only he hadn’t been caught like this! If only he'd locked the door! His head shot up then, as he heard the slaves approaching outside and he groaned inwardly. Please no... Thankfully Galo saw fit to send the slaves away. A small mercy. Did that mean his assistant was giving him the benefit of the doubt...?<br><br>He put down the bucket and sponge to pick up the tunic that Galo delivered to him a moment later, meaning to dress the Pict, when her eyes flew open, wide and fearful. She grabbed his arm and she spoke to him in rough, foreign tones. Scared, worried about something only she could see. <br><br>“Shhh… Easy…” he said in a deep, soft voice. “Just a dream… nothing to worry about…” <br><br>This sometimes happened. It was the poppy seed, it had a way of making people see strange disturbing things. An unfortunate side-effect, but relatively harmless at least. He caught Sorcha as she threatened to collapse against the table and slowly lowered her until she was lying down. “I’m going to dress you now… alright?” He said as he lifted her head off the table and pulled the tunic over it. “There… just putting your arms through the sleeves...” he kept talking as he dressed her. Explained everything he was doing. Of course she would not understand his words, but he hoped the sound of his voice might calm her a little.&nbsp; <br><br>When she was dressed, the rough cream-coloured tunic too-large on her small frame, he took a moment to consider the jar of herbs Galo had seen fit to bring him. Herbs that would stop a woman conceiving. Was that some none-too-subtle way of telling him just what a fool he was!? Yes, he would have to prevent the Pict from getting with child, would have to mix something into her drink, but it could wait a little while at least.<br><br>As he looked away from the jar he noticed the strange swirls Sorcha had drawn on the table… Drawn in blood - some significance there. Swirls. A kind of monster. Was she trying to tell him something? She’d tried to draw something before, he remembered. So, there was a will to communicate. Good.<br><br>Finally, he turned to Galo, who’d finished dealing with the other slave and now stood watching the woman on the table with a troubled expression. “She’ll be fine,” he said, in that same carefully neutral voice from before. “Poppy seeds and mandregona, solved in alcohol and vinegar. The usual mixture,” the one he always used for putting people to sleep. “Though… I’ve never quite experienced these side effects. I’d heard stories about mandrake of course, you know the ones,” a smirk, he’d always been skeptical about those stories. “I never thought…” he frowned, his eyes on the Pict once more as he pondered the implications.&nbsp; <br><br>He shook his head then, dismissing the thought, and slipped an arm around Sorcha. He pulled her arm around his neck and began to lift her off the table, meaning to get her into that cage. <br><br>“A hand… if you will?”
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 19:18:57</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; with Amplus; still headed to the Infirmary to fetch Cariad</strong><br>Nakia looks back at Amplus as they walk towards the Infirmary. “You only walk behind a noble. Speed up.” Once he comes level with her, she looks sidelong at him. This would probably be her only time in the near future to have any interaction with him, and she decided to take the time to try to know him more. “Tell me of your life before coming here, Amplus.” She slowed her pace down slightly, to give him the opportunity to speak without feeling rushed. <br><br>While she waited for his reply, she heard a ruckus back at the gladiator mess. She shot a look over her shoulder in that direction, but decided she would leave it for the Doctore to settle. She had other business first, then she would find what the commotion was about. In truth, the gladiators didn’t fall under her influence of the slaves. But that didn’t stop her from knowing the ins and outs of what went on with them. It was one of the many things that made her invaluable to the Domina. Also it gave the Domina full information, without the censoring her husband would surely do.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 00:47:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marcus -&nbsp; Outer Courtyard- in cage on wagon.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>He was a slave he should be used to living at another’s whim. But still the shock at the sudden change in his circumstances hit hard. Yesterday he had been the Champion Gladiator at the Ludus, today he was in a cage in the back of a wagon.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His master Murellios, no ex-master Murellios had sold him as some kind of favour to a new Ludus, namely Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis and a new master. Marcus leaned against the bars as the wagon bumped along the rutted track that led to his new Ludus. He thought back to the first days after he had beed sold out of the Legion.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It had been a hard time, the life of a slave was but he had survived and as much as a slave could he had prospered. <br>That it could be so easily taken away was a bitter taste in the mouth, but there you go he was a slave. Still if he had survived once he could do it again. And as a trainer had told him once remember, no matter who they are race, station, champion or not they all bleed red when you stick your sword into them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The wagon rumbled through a gate and into a courtyard. The driver and his assistant getting out and walking away towards the nearest building. He had arrived, he could smell and hear the familiar sounds. So all he had to do now was wait until someone came to get him.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 01:13:06</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus' mind is set free whilst walking to the infirmary</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div><br>He ponder on his next time with his master and as he did his cock became hard. It would not have gone unnoticed, unless the onlookers were blind, as it rose. His master had that effect on him. He was well trained. The image of Nakia in front of him did not help. So when she called for him to walk with her, like an equal, he soon relaxed and ran to do as she commanded. By the time he was there his cock had relaxed with him and his offending rod went undetected. Once by her side, he listened to her every word like his life depended on it and once she had finished, he responded without question. He dragged what little he could remember from before his meet Bastian, he savvier. However, as he thought long and hard before answering his memory started playing tricks on him. He remember things different this time as if a veil had been lifted from the past. Up until now, he was convinced that his master had saved him. So why were there images of his master killing his family. “That can not be correct” he screamed and with that he collapsed on the ground as image after image of death at the hands of Bastian flooded his mind. As the memories became to clear, his eyes focuses on Nakia “I am very sorry indeed. It seems that my mind has been freed by your question. I am not sure why at this point but no one has every asked me about myself before.” He then gestured for her to help him up before continuing on their journey to the infirmary. <br><br>As they walked he tried to continue speaking as the images started to come back to him. This time however he was ready for them as the cascaded in his head. “Well” he explained “I was born in a little village many miles from here until the Roman’s came and killed my family and friends. It is my understanding that I am the only survivor and I was taken under the wing of Bastian, my master.” The words burned in his soul as he said them but he continued “during my time with him, I have been trained to fight in the arena and have fort and survived many a fight within such a place and look to my next battle with excitement as up until now I proved to be unstoppable. It has been, up until now, to the amusement of my master but since being within these walls I find that my loyalties have changed somewhat.” Hoping that his answer goes some way to answering her inquiry, he smiled at her and waited for a response. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 01:52:30</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; with Amplus; headed to the Infirmary to fetch Cariad</strong><br>To say Nakia was startled when amplus screamed out and then dropped to the ground would have been an understatement. She quickly came to his side and crouched down next to him. Carefully she placed a hand upon him; worry the first clear emotion to flit across her face before settling back into her normal indifferent mask. He seems to come back to himself though and apologize, she waves it off. “No matter,, these things happen.” She helps him rise and they continue on, their pace much slowed than even the first slowing. Nakia was giving him a chance to sort through things before they encountered others that would distract from that.<br><br>She listened closely to his story. There was minor things he was leaving out, but that was no matter at this time. She pieced together his outburst from earlier to his story now, and she was pretty sure she had what actually happened sorted out. She gave him a smile. “Well, perhaps things will become better here for you. Such as they can as a slave. Show promise, and I’m sure they will. Just don’t try to become the Dominus’ favored slave. Galo wouldn’t look kindly on such an undertaking.” With that she picked up the pace slightly, they were almost to their second destination.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 02:17:43</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus composes himself and enquires</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div><br>Her understanding warmed him a little as his shaking from his upset subsided. She was going to be a good friend indeed. Or at least he hoped that. He smiled at her kind words as with that they were on their way. He wanted to tell her of his other training as a sex slave but he felt that being as his memory had started to come back, he would leave that for a better time as he felt ashamed of such things considered the revelation that he had just experienced. <br><br>Once she had finished talking he responded “A favourite, I think not, I wish to do my duty and that is all. I thank you for the warning regarding Galo however. I wish to learn more of he.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 02:53:19</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; with Amplus; at the Infirmary to fetch Cariad</strong><br>Nakia actually gave a chuckle. “Oh, I’m, sure you’ll meet him here shortly. He should be with the Medicus. Galo’s… Galo, just don’t get on his bad side, or try to take his job.” Why she warned Amplus of such she didn’t know. Usually she and Galo watched each other’s backs when it came to potential rivals. Neither had ever bothered to give warnings in the past.&nbsp; Maybe she just felt bad for Amplus. What with his outburst and all. <br><br>She set the matter aside as they approached the Infirmary. “Here we are.” She walked on in, and up to the door. She didn’t bother with any kind of knocking. She never did. If the Medicus wanted no one to bother him, he usually locked the door. As the door opened easily, she took in the room. A brow quirked slightly at seeing the Medicus carrying the small and wild slave, and Galo over at the slave she had come for. She inclined her head to both men. “Medicus, Galo.” Her face was her normal stoic mask of indifference, and her voice was completely neutral. There were slaves about after all. Wouldn’t do for them to think they could get overly friendly with her.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 03:28:33</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus sees the slaves in the infirmary and gets all excited</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div><br>“Of course, Nakia” he said as he followed her into the infirmary. Like before he followed her every gestures and stayed close. He noted the Medicus and Galo, that they had spoken off earlier. He seemed distracted for a moment as he focused on the fine female slaves that the two men were dealing with and wondered which one was to come with Nakia and himself. A curiosity that would be answered in moments he was sure of that. <br><br>He had to admit that he did not mind which one, but as a slave himself he would have no choice in the matter. So he stood there with his gift semi erect trying to think of Matriana instead of the things he would like to do to these two female slaves, until finally her fat and blotted form leaked into his mind and with that his cock softened. A light sigh released from his mouth as this happened so he relaxed and waited to be informed.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 04:01:56</strong>
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				<strong>~ Galo, Infirmary ~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br><br>Galo was not entirely comforted by Autolycus’ words, though knowing the plants he had used helped. There was always a chance for a person to react badly to a drug, however small that chance may be - that he knew from personal experience. That slight twitch was still concerning.<br><br>Though the medicus’ tone when he spoke to her was somewhat reassuring in regards to his intent towards the tattooed woman. Unless, of course, it was either an act or he intended to tame through both brutality and kindness; difficult to pull off but most effective if done right.<br><br>As Autolycus pulled the woman from the table, before Galo could respond to the request for aid, the door opened; Nakia and an unknown, very naked slave just behind her came into view as Galo turned to look. <br><br>Another new salve. Galo’s brow quirked as he looked him over; Relatively short, toned muscle but not too bulky, well endowed (a perhaps a little eager), passive stance and expression, if a tad curious. Reasonable looks. An experienced slave, at a guess; possibly born to slavery or very good at keeping his outward appearance under control. Worth keeping an eye on.<br><br>His presence with Nakia was interesting - and here? <br><br>Galo suppressed a grimace. An summons to an ‘initiation’ perhaps? With two candidates, one of whom was all but unconscious and the other of whom had recently been flogged. That should go down well...<br><br>Nodding to Nakia as he move to aid Autolycus, he was suddenly aware again of his unkempt and unshaven self, something he would have remedy as soon as possible now he was back in the Ludus. He had to look his part, as the well presented senior slave to the Domina reminded him.<br><br>&nbsp;“Nakia.” He replied to her, tone polite, “You are well?”
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 04:27:38</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; with Amplus, Galo, and Medicus Autolycus; at the Infirmary to fetch Cariad</strong><br>Nakia gave Galo a polite incline of her head, equal to equal. “I am well, thank you. Your mission was successful?” At times she was sorely jealous of Galo being able to go out and gather plants. Her Domina would never allow <em>her</em> favored slave to do such a thing. With nothing to do for it though, she usually took it in stride, as everything else. At least he never shirked at telling her about his adventures. It was the next best thing as being there she supposed. And he could be a wonderful storyteller when he put his mind to it. <br><br>While she spoke, she moved herself and Amplus out of the Medicus’ way so he had a clear path to wherever he was placing the wild woman. She turned her attention back to studying Galo. He was rather scruffy in appearance and it was rather endearing to her when she saw him in such a state. It made him more human, and strangely, easier to approach. Not that she disliked his clean shaven state; he was after all, a very good looking man. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 05:27:48</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo, infirmary with Autolycus, Nakia, Amplus, Cariad and Sorcha~</strong><div class="floatright"> (http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)<br></div><br><br>Galo smiled at her question; a small smile, yes, but rare in being genuine, brightening his dark eyes. “Yes, very successful. I found things for you too; some that you requested and some... that you did not.” He let that statement hang in the air for a beat, something to tease her with until they could truly talk freely - sometime to lift her spirits, or so he hoped. It was good to have people whom he could feel comfortable with, at least for small things; Nakia, Autolycus (even though the man may not be feeling overly friendly to him at this exact point in time), even a couple of the other slaves... what small things he could share with them, trivial or passing, they helped him to cope. For all that he reminded himself to never become attached, sometimes keeping to that was more difficult then he would have liked.<br><br>Suddenly unsettled, his expression cleared and his mask fell back into place, both in his looks and within his heart as he focused on the woman he was helping to lift. Now for business...
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 12:00:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, taking a moment to compose himself<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br>Autolycus was usually happy to see Nakia, a learned slave like Galo who he much-enjoyed talking to. And he was always interested to meet new slaves. At the moment however, he wasn't feeling too sociable and all he could spare Nakia and Amplus was a curt little nod. Despite the fact that the slave he and Galo were holding looked well and truly out of it, not any kind of handful, he had a rushed, occupied air about him. Dark wet spots stained the front of his tunic, his hair was messed up and his face shone with not quite dried-up sweat. Clearly something had been going on and was still going on. Something that troubled the medicus greatly, to judge by the deep furrows between his eyebrows. <br><br>The furrows deepened a little when he saw the exited state of the new slave... A little to eager, to his tastes. <br><br>He looked away then and, with Galo's help, managed to get Sorcha into the cage. He laid her down on the thin layer of straw that covered the hard wooden floor, then grabbed the bucket of water he'd used before, rushed outside to empty in, and put it in a corner of the cage for Sorcha to use if she needed to.<br><br>He closed the cage and secured it with a heavy iron padlock, the key to which he slipped unto one of the pouches attached to his belt.<br><br>"I'll be with you in a moment," he said to the room in general.<br><br>With that, Autolycus retired behind the curtain that shielded his sleeping area. A clean tunic. A moment to compose himself. Yes... And then he'd be able to face the world and pretend nothing out of the ordinary had happened today. 
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 12:25:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br>Sorcha had been aware of a voice it was the same one that had mingled with the voice of her mate, it was grass eyes, was he hidden under the snow, did he understand for she did not. There was death here and it clouded everything. There was death here and there would be more, just as there would be in her land. Even as he lifted her she spoke of blood, fresh blood, she could smell it.<em> Fresh blood on a stone floor.</em> But of course he did not understand, and she was still in the half world though it was fading. <em> Marks...she had her marks...why did she or nay need more?</em> She did not understand.<br><br>The pict was beginning to feel ill, not so much from the drugs but from all that she had seen. Her head was now partially in this world but her body could not move yet and the man with the voice of smooth fur, her grass eyes and another were throwing her away into a dark place that smelled of boars. A dark place where she could not take a breath, the heat was terrible but being shut up like some animal was more horrible than Sorcha could imagine. <br><br>The pict was a wild thing she ran and howled, she knew the land and the animals, she bore babes for her mate. Slowly her consciousness returned, as did reality, and in the last vestiges of her drug induced state Sorcha let out what sounded like a long slow howl…if no one else did the dogs heard it.&nbsp; It was a strangely melodic sound lonely as one that calls over the ocean.
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 13:52:47</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; with Amplus, Galo, and Medicus Autolycus; at the Infirmary to fetch Cariad; looking over the poor Pict</strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/SoaringDragon/RPG%20Characters/Post%20Pics/postpicG.jpg)</div> The faintest hint of a smile graced her lips at Galo’s tease of more plants. Only he would probably notice and recognize though. Her attention was distracted from that though as the Medicus was clearly unsettled over something. She noted his disheveled state, and wondered. Perhaps Galo would enlighten her later, when they were alone.<br><br>She watched as both Medicus and Galo placed the poor wild woman in a boar cage. She frowned slightly at such treatment, but it was not her place to say anything. Instead she moved over to look in and peer at the poor creature. She turned her head slightly as the Medicus spoke and disappeared into his sleeping area, then turned her attention back to the creature. The woman howled suddenly, causing her to take a couple hasty steps back. Her brow quirked. Those the only two signs of her own unsettlement. <br><br>After a long stare, lost in thought, she turned and waited for Autolycus to return so she could retrieve the slave she was here for. Though looking the woman over while she waited, she wasn’t sure if she was ready for anything the Domina had in mind. She looked a bit off in some manner. Again, it wasn’t her place to change the Domina’s instructions.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 14:09:27</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo, infirmary, with Amplus, Nakia, Autolycus, Cariad and Sorcha~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br>Galo disliked the necessity of keeping people in boxes like this, but for a slave who did not understand the reality of their new situation, it was sometimes necessary. He sighed after the heavy padlock clicked and Autolycus retreated to the back room. He quashed any feelings of sympathy he had for the other man; as far as Galo was concerned, he had brought it upon himself.<br><br>When the caged woman started to howl then, galo started slightly, looking at her with wide eyes. Her he could feel sympathy for, though he was not certain if comforting her now would be worth the time, he had things to do and she may still be too far out of it to even know who was there; no point acting anonymously when credit could be gained.<br><br>Steeling himself against the haunting sound, he turned away from her and her cage and glanced pointedly at the naked male slave at the door. Galo said flatly, addressing Nakia “If I am reading this correctly, you are here for one of the women, yes? This one was drugged to keep her calm,” He indicated the woman in the cage with a tilt of his head, careful too keep any unnecessary inflection out of his voice no matter what he felt, “and the other one," He nodded to the older woman sat on one of the beds, "was flogged across her back shortly before I got here. Also, she only speaks barely a handful of Latin words, from what I can tell.”<br><br>For all that he disapproved of the looming event given these circumstances, he new he could prevent nothing, but hoped non the less that at least some consideration would be made if these things could be pointed out. Either way, the woman’s fate rested with the Domina and what she decided to do with the information if Nakia thought it appropriate to convey it.
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				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 14:27:31</strong>
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				<div align="center">Cariad's confused in the Infirmary</div><div class="floatright">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div><br>The man with the soothing voice placed something in her hand, and closed her fingers around it quickly, her stomach rumbling in earnest. Cariad knew she needed to provide fuel for her body. She needed to find a way to eat the gracious gift. Dropping her head, she opened her hand slightly and hungrily pulled a small part of the dried food, chewing it slowly, in an attempt not to be caught eating.<br><br>Lifting her head slowly, watching the Medicine Man and the one with the soothing voice and gentle touch placing the one with Fire Eyes into a cage. Cariad's heart sank. All they both wanted was their freedom. <br><br>Cariad's gaze fell upon the one with the voice that soothed her, as he spoke to the beautiful woman. She held herself straight, she had some authority, with who, she did not know, but she could be sure she'd find out soon enough. <br><br>Shifting her position on the bed slightly, wincing as welts on her back caught on the fresh tunic covering her nakedness. Looking up to see if anyone had seen her wince, she caught sight of the man stood behind the small woman. His muscles were formed well, that of a fighter or a labourer. Letting out a heavy sigh as she instinctively placed her hand to her head, feeling her once beautiful hair, matted with the dirt of her journey and arrival. Her flesh was soiled and her body ached. Shame coloured her cheeks as she dropped her gaze, desperately hoping she could finish off the rations the Gentle Man gave her.<br><br>Nodding to herself, agreeing that the Gentle Man seemed fitting for the one who tended to her so carefully. Cariad's head turned as she tried to read the reactions of the people conversing in the room. Feeling lost at not knowing their tongue, Cariad dipped her head to her knees. Awaiting her fate.
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				Post by: <strong>AlphaMale</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 15:59:09</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus Manius; Frustration Rising Further<br>Villa Inner Courtyard,</strong><br><br>His control was nearing its end with his woman, oh so eager for the silken warmth of her body to surround his yet she tormented him with a disobedience very unwise. Of all women, Valeria understood how brutal Manius could become when his sexual needs were not seen to, particularly within the bedroom. Though he had never struck out at his woman for her fiery nature, he had left her bruised and aching with satisfaction when through with her many a time. <br><br>As she arched her pelvis against his fierce arousal once more, the Dominus' lip twitched animally as he resisted dominating her against the hard marble ground before slaves and any guests who wished to witness it. Her coy, near mocking nature often fired his amusement at the haughty female he had wed, though at times it pushed a boundary which she adored testing, seeming to thrill in his anger, finding the adrenaline in teasing a beast into a frenzy. <br><br>The male's hands rested upon the edge of his throne chair as she departed, gaze following the sway of her hips hungrily. Knuckles meant to meet flesh in battle drifted down his strong jaw in appreciation of her fine bodice, before his piercing eyes flickered towards the nearest slave. With a jolt of his chin she scurried closer until the soldier was rising from his seat and striding from the room with his lethal lope, expecting her to follow and that she did, her Dominus' command clear. His frustration was high, and part of him had doubt that Valeria had resisted his command of returning to their chambers. With a tight jaw, he eased his rage by the notion that she would have her due punishment that night when they lay in bed together. Manius approached one of his many chambers, vast and rich, leaving the lights dimmed to cloak him in the darkness he preferred so.<br><br>'Twas little time before the beast had settled casually upon a plush chaise-lounge. One knee lifted, his foot resting upon the cushions so that his thighs were spread, the other placed upon the cool marble flooring. The dark haired female had followed, head still bowed, her flimsy robes soon to be removed by a mere inclination of his head. "Wine." He commanded in a thick brogue enhanced by his arousal. His ravaging gaze followed the curves of her body, plump breasts and delicious dips and valleys. Already she had began to remove her garments until she stood bare before him. Tilting his head predatorily, he took the glass she offered him and rested his arms back over the settee absently. A click of his fingers had the slave's knees touching the chilling ground as she stared at the threateningly large bulge in his garments. Steady, skillful fingers began to remove the material covering him and Manius watched with a lack of emotion upon his features. He shifted his hips forwards slightly for her better access and watched as she removed the hard rod from its resting place. The steel encased in velvet stretched up his rippling abdomen and twitched faintly, the smooth skin warm and ready for her touch... Her soft palms rested against his inner thighs, one cupping his heavy balls as she knew he enjoyed from experience. He need not request anything, for she knew from the first time he had used her to slake his lusts... Full rosy lips came upon his tip, tentatively suckling before she began to bob her head. Manius ran his curious fingers through her dark locks, forcing her to take his shaft deeper into her throat, staring down at her... expressionless even as his breathing became more laboured. 
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 03:59:53</strong>
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				<strong>~Ryann, in the Mess~</strong><br><br>Her blood had just begun to burn with that familiar fire of a fight, and she saw the glint within the Gladiators eyes she was facing off with. Oh she could see his mind working. With a bark of a laugh she took another step towards her offender, and from the corner of her eye she saw Cingetorix begin to move upon the man that had come up against him. Quite ready she was to continue, until she felt the strong grip upon her arm, and she was forcefully pulled away from the fray, Ammon glaring at her..<br><br>“ You're going to get yourself killed woman!”<br><br>Blankly she would stare at Ammon, gazing into his midnight eyes, limpid pools of green narrowing slowly. Gently she would extract her wrist from his grasp, the tip of her tongue easing out over plump lips slowly as she gathered in a calming breath.<br><br>“ No...no my dark prince, not this day. Will you say that when I am to gain my own mark? Will it be you I face to gain that honor? And really... do you really care?”<br><br>Her hand lifted, the same hand he had grabbed, her creamy flesh red now from his harsh grasp. Lightly, so lightly she would trace fingertips over his cheek, her Irish brogue easing into a whisper as her hand dropped again to her side.<br><br>“ And if you do...why?”<br><br>Silent she was, her eyes taking in his features, her face softened as she did. In the background, she heard Cingetorix working to take down his man, and slowly her lovely face would light up, her mouth working into a feral grin. “ No, I won't die today. But maybe, I can show someone just a bit of pain!”<br><br>And with that she was whirling away from Ammon, giving a battle yell that careened though the mess hall, perhaps even floating out beyond it's walls. With bounding steps she ran towards the gathered men again, her mind already made up, damn the consequences. On her way towards Cingetorix, she watched as the man facing him was taken down swiftly, and the one who had thought to speak down to her was already turning to help his mate out. This would not do. With a grunt she grabbed the pot holding the gruel on her way past, teeth clenching as her flesh burned from the heat. Easily though she ignored it as she let her anger, her need to simply DO something come over her. Swift steps brought her behind the second man, and sure strength brought the large pot up and around to slam against the back of the huge mans head and broad shoulders. As the cauldron made contact, she released her grip, feeling flesh peel from her palm, yet not caring as she dropped back into a defensive crouch. Feral she looked now, her grin wide, teeth showing, eyes flashing. She was ready and willing to play this game!<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 07:03:32</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus’ subtle response to Galo and his protective observation of Cariad</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div><br>The pointed glance, from Galo, did not go unnoticed by Amplus. He just took it and raised his lips to a brief smile before returning to his usual composed self. His attention then returned to the females in the room. <br><br>The behaviour of the one with her head dipped confused him. She was no slave he could see that and if she was she was recent to it. He looked her over scrutinising her every curve. She did not belong her, but then again what slave did. They had no choice, but with soft hands like hers she would not last a day. He decided he would do his best to protect her, this fragile flower in a bed of thorns. Perhaps someday he would be able to call her name, Cariad, but for now he knew not what it was. So he would call her Pallens, well at least to himself.&nbsp; He would watch her every move as he waited like she did for their fates to be decided. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 07:50:28</strong>
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				Aulus: Inner Courtyard alongside Liliana<br><br>Aulus’ experience with women was sadly limited.&nbsp; During his childhood the only woman he could bond with was his mother. He could recall the days when he traveled with his mother to the markets.&nbsp; He always held her hand, keeping a firm grip and a close proximity to the one female he cherished.&nbsp; At times their little errands would be interrupted by his mother’s friends, some who had even brought their daughters with them. Each greeting that these women conveyed to him only resulted in him clinging much closer to his mother, leaving her mother to defend him, “Such a shy one you are….”<br><br>During his days in the military, his way of life was more solitude then most soldiers.&nbsp; While men swam in wine and slaves he focused on making himself a better soldier.&nbsp; Sure Aulus wouldn’t deny at least the hunger of his stomach from such exotic foods that these foreign lands had to offer, nor the plunder of coin and riches so to return home to feed his family.&nbsp; He refused the intoxicating flavors of wine, having never tasted the stuff in his life.&nbsp; He had at least witnessed the effects of over indulgence with such a drink and found it not to his liking.&nbsp; Also even with the sweet siren sounds of the slave’s moans, <br>it wasn’t enough to tempt toward such forbidden fruit, leaving himself untouched by a woman’s duty.<br><br>And to this day the effects of this lacking still bear fruit to Liliana’s words and actions.&nbsp; Each touch of her was a sensation he could not describe.&nbsp; If not for the raging force of the sun he could grasp that his blood was boiling from her close proximity.&nbsp; Without his mother for him to retreat to, he was now cornered like a mouse.&nbsp; Her hands never seemed to leave any part of his bodice no matter where they were situated, for the moment though she seemed to favor his hands and arm, though I doubt even he in this situation could truly move.&nbsp; Her comment of him was quite flattering, his face clearly expressing that through the redness of his cheeks though a question did cross his mind, “Contradictions m’lady?”<br><br>Her description was if reading a book with his name as title.&nbsp; He had to admit that even with an exterior that has been hardened to show finest passing of adulthood, his heart and mind was preserved with innocence and a sense of justice that a parent could inscribe into a child.&nbsp; He nodded graciously at her words feeling a little less alone in this world now that he was discharged from his last place called home.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I fear though that I no longer bear a purpose.&nbsp; I thought to be a soldier of Rome, and a son of Mars.&nbsp; What am I now?”<br><br>Her reaction was quick and completely caught him off guard.&nbsp; At first he believed that she would be distracting since she released one of her hands from his bond.&nbsp; This gave Aulus a moment to regain his composure and breathe from her sudden advancement.&nbsp; This moment however would be short-lived as she moved to allow her posterior to rest on his iron thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp; His heart at this moment was practically at the pace of a drummer on a Roman Galley.&nbsp; His eyes slowly began to show the fatigue as his the concentration of his blood was leaving areas like his brain, finding shelter anchored in his lower torso.&nbsp; Clearly this was not the best moment for him to stand up, for it would certainly reveal the results of Liliana’s teasing. “Life is not meant for the meek, Rabbit.&nbsp; I would have you learn, there is room within you for both the man and the boy. And both may rejoice in their full purpose.”<br><br>Her body slightly leaned back giving Aulus very little choice in his next actions.&nbsp; He could not risk her possibly leaning back to the point where she might fall backwards like his unfortunate episode.&nbsp; His only free arm and hand came from behind as they met her back pulling her closer to him.&nbsp; So close were they that you could pretty much say that their bodies were pressed against one another.&nbsp; His breathing became more erratic, huskier in response.&nbsp; The touch of her breasts against his chest ran many alarms, probably noting to recall that she was in fact married, and the mere thought of trespassing on such fruit.&nbsp; At this rate Aulus would no longer be able to hold back what was simple manly urges, especially one so ill-experience, he’d probably pass out before anything could happen.&nbsp; <br><br>Liliana must have caught wind of it however, due to her rapid response in adjusting her position.&nbsp; Now her body rested between his legs.&nbsp; All he could think was thank Mars’ ass that she was too close to him when she changed positions.&nbsp; With all her advancement towards him it left him somewhat in a bind, unable to stand up without insulting his pride as an escort.&nbsp; It gave him though the means to recollect his thoughts and secure his body.&nbsp; While her being close to him still added no assistance to his task of recuperating, she was kind enough to give him the time needed, but barely just enough.&nbsp; Her ideas were a fire that seemed to spread to even greater ambitions, and much actions.&nbsp; When she grabbed him again she could barely contain herself, and deep down neither could Aulus, though he was too shy to admit it.<br><br>Antonious now having robbed 3 guards and the slaves (those whom had what little money) was surprised by the return of Liliana and Aulus.&nbsp; Seeing them joined by hands left him with such sinister and erotic thoughts.<br><br>“Ah you have return, I hope my boy wasn’t causing you too much trouble?<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 00:57:41</strong>
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				<strong>~Porcius, outer courtyard, fetching Marcus~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Porcius-1.jpg)</div><br><br>As the wagon carrying the new Gladiator rolled up to the otter courtyard, Porcius was swapping news with one of the other Guards on Duty. Turns out he hadn’t been afforded the rest of the day off as he would have liked after the long days trailing after Galo; an incident with one of the new slaves had left a guard without an ear, sending him off duty for a time. The remaining Guard had been reshuffled accordingly and Porcious had wound up without his evening off, stood outside the main gates with only a cup of weak wine, a stool to perch on and the friendly convocation of his fellows for comfort.<br><br>It was a poor trade.<br><br>Nudging the man next to him with he elbow, he enquired “What's this then? More new blood? Wasn’t the lot from this morning enough?”<br><br>The guard next to him, a tall but portly man of deceptive strength and speed, peered at the wagon and it’s cargo as it approached, then his eyes widened and he laughed. “Ha! It’s him! It’s Murellios’ dog, Marcus.”<br><br>A slow grin spreading across his face in recognition, Porcius drawled, “Really? Manius has brought Murellios’ champion fighter? Ha! I wonder how he pulled that off...”<br><br>“Probably the usual cock sucking and bribery.” murmured the other Guard, amused.<br><br>Porcius chuckled under his breath as he strode towards the cart. Behind him a couple of guards drew heavy batons in case this one decided to rebel. Intercepting the driver, he asked, bluntly, as he inspected the slave, “This Marcus?” The driver nodded and Porcius clapped his hand on the smaller man’s shoulder, who to his credit did not stumble. Leaving the man to report his arrival, Porcious stepped closer to the cage, looking the Gladiator up and down.<br><br>The gladiator was a brute; small eyes, scars and impressive muscle. Porcius was faintly impressed he still had both ears. He smirked, “Well, another rooster for the ring, eh? Rioghan is going love you, handsome.”<br><br>Stepping back he gestured for the other guards to fix the man’s bindings, open the cage and bring him into the Ludus. Pausing to make sure things were done and the man didn’t struggle, he strode off towards the main gates, which were opened as he reached them.<br><br>Glancing back at the gladiator as he reached the Doctore’s cell, Porcius couldn’t help but be amused. Flanked by two guards and followed by two more, his hands bound, the gladiator was still somewhat imposing - but more then that, he was experienced. He would give the new blood from earlier in the day something to be worried about...<br><br>He knocked harshly on the door, calling through the wood, “Doctore, we have ourselves a new Gladiator, sent from our good friend Murellios himself...”<br><br>Distantly the yells and clatter of a brawl reached his ears... Porcius smiled.
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 15:38:38</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; with Amplus, talking with Galo</strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/SoaringDragon/RPG%20Characters/Post%20Pics/postpicG.jpg)</div> Nakia watched the wild woman stored away in the pig box. When her howling started she didn’t flinch but her head did turn to look in that direction, her expression unreadable.<br><br>Nakia looked at Galo when he spoke, and nodded slightly. “Yes. I am. The one over there actually.” She points to the woman Galo said had been flogged. Her gaze drifts to that one as well, and frowns slightly. “She’ll need a bath though; she is in a horrible state. Nowhere near presentable.” She sighed at such delays. The Domina was already ion a foul mood. To continue to keep her waiting was dangerous for one’s health. <br><br>She turns back to Galo, the frown still in place. “Her being flogged is not going to make things any better either.” She sighs at the situation, not happy in the least. There were no other new slaves though that could take her place. The wild woman, was not an option being drugged and, well wild. Finally her expression turned to one that Galo could more than understand. Disgust at the wrongness of it all, but what could one do about it when you weren’t one of the ones in charge.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 17:34:18</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo, infirmary, talking to Nakia~</strong>&nbsp; <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br><br>Well, it was small comfort that there were not here for the wild woman. Glancing at the other, he saw she was very subtly chewing through her food. Good, that would be tricky for anyone to spot if she kept that up, although swallowing it as fast as possible was also an option.<br><br>He absent-mindedly ran a couple of fingers over his jaw as he considered Nakia’s words. The shift in her expression was pleasing in how it mirrored his own feelings; pleasing yet, in a distant sort of way, disconcerting - as always though, he pushed that aside. Glancing between her, the new slave and the other man, a thought came to mind; Allies were always useful, the new woman was proving most receptive to kindness and this idea would give him opportunity to again assist Nakia to strengthen their own alliance after his absence. It would also give him opportunity to observe this new man - perhaps he could be useful too. <br><br>“That woman is a Britton,” he commented, mildly to Nakia, “I am not fluent in her tongue but I think I should be able to communicate some basic concepts, if not more. Since I intend to head that way myself,” He said with a small smirk and a tap of one finger on his stubble covered chin, “perhaps it would speed things up if lent a hand?”
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 17:47:43</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; talking with Galo, with Amplus, and Cariad</strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/SoaringDragon/RPG%20Characters/Post%20Pics/postpicG.jpg)</div> Nakia gave a thoughtful look. Even before becoming Senior Slave to the Domina, she had made it a point to learn a bit of any new language that she came across. She was nowhere fluent in anything but Roman, she was even starting to forget some of her native tongue with lack of use. But what she did know of other tongues was usually enough to get orders and commands understood. <br><br>She gives Galo a once over and then nods with a faint smile. “That would be helpful, if we can get it done quickly, mayhap I will have a chance to get a bit of food in her as well, before taking her to the Domina.” Her gaze drifts back to the slave girl as she continues. “It would not go well for her to pass out from lack of nourishment in front of the Domina.” Her gaze then turns to Amplus. “He could probably do with a bath as well. So could I for that matter.” <br><br>Decision made, she walks up to the slave girl and speaks in her language, haltingly and a bit broken. “Come. Bath first. Food after.” No sense worrying her yet over meeting the Domina. She turns to Galo. “Should we leave some note for the Medicus?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 21:19:41</strong>
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				<strong>(OOC Disclaimer think of this as Day time TV&nbsp; brought to you by Phoenyx and Senti )</strong><br><br>“Well however pretty she is…with those eyes…” A rather plain and skinny slave said. “I hear she was a whore and has a few tricks with small animals….if you get my meaning. “Do you think she will try to murder her husband?”<br><br><br>Another added, “Well it would not surprise me, I mean she is rather a social climber…”<br><br>The red head, still embarrassed at being caught by Nakia snacking on another slave, perked up. "Oh? You mean that violet eyed one? She is I have heard. And no, I don’t think she'll kill b her husband, seems they have some sort of agreement... Oh, and Galo has returned from one of his trips. How long do you think it'll be before him and Nakia find a hidden place?"<br><br>“Oh my of course they will…I here he has is eye on her …and also that creature that came the one from Rome and the senate…&nbsp; Also that other slave….if the master is a maggot that one is an elephant.”<br><br>“I think the mistress will want him too and Nakia… goodness he will be busy, I would like a quick feel.”<br><br>Another slave piped up. "We have another new Gladiator coming, from another Ludus. I hear he wasn’t bought for his fighting talent though At least not in the arena." He gives a wink.<br>&nbsp;<br><br>“So you have had him?” said another of the male slaves…”I have turned the eye of the guard that came with the trader, of course the trader has his plans…do you know why he is here…. He has things for the ….should…I say…” he pushed the red head to her knees again.<br><br>A sad look from the slave. "No, but a slave over at the other Ludis I know has." Sad look turns dreamy. "Oh, the stories he's told..."<br>The shy slave looks up. "Oh,, yes, please do tell." Her expression full of hungry anticipation.<br><br>As the red head worked on him the man spoke, “Well not that I like to gossip but…well,” The man pursed his lips a little, “I know that the traders have to satisfy her and he watches, also that he …goodness the things he brought… I don’t think even that fat bitch upstairs could fit them in…”<br><br>"Oh my goodness. You are serious?" the shy one shakes her head. She looks to the two slaves that had had to deal with the Fat One. "IS she really that horrible?" Not having seen the Fat One, she couldn't really picture her.<br><br>“She is hideous; I expect that’s why they have the elephant man. It is only thing that might stay in, though I her husband was rather large apparently.” That slave blushed a little, who knows what he had been imagining. <br><br>“So the toys that they have bought….do tell…so what have they brought this time, and have they bought small animals too…?”<br><br>"I haven’t seen small animals... yet. But that doesn't mean they might not be expecting a shipment." The man stops briefly to enjoy the red head's skill. His hands going to her hair to hold her in place as he releases his cum into her mouth with a deep moaning grunt.<br><br>“Dammit why do you always get to spend it her mouth, come here now…” Another slave called to the red head with the very eager mouth. “Another man said “Bet you would not be so eager to stick it in the animal’s mouth. I heard she would bite it off…”<br><br>“Maybe that’s why the animals are there too as well as for the prostitute and for <em>the animals food?”</em><br><br>“So do you think Galo and Nakia are at it? I though she had to sleep with the Domina….I suppose not now the play things have come…<br><br><br>"I dunno, last I saw Nakia, she was headed to the Medicus with that new slave that came ,with the Large lady and her husband. Of course Galo had gone there on getting back as well. Oh, she still sleeps with the Domina, that's why they steal time when they can."<br><br>Well I heard she serves the captain of the guard too but has to dress as a boy if she is going to, otherwise he beats her..” <br><br>Another quiet voice piped up “Yes I …I had to dress as a boy for him. I think he quite likes the new trader…”<br><br>The man that was being serviced chuckled “Well because of the new toys… and small animals.”<br><br>The fella just finishing being serviced by the red head watch in satisfied amusement as the red head went to the other fella. He sighed with pleasure, that all loved her here….<br>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 22:50:21</strong>
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				Marcus -&nbsp; Outside Doctore with Porcius.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus looked around when the wagon stopped taking in his new Ludus. Then his attention swung to the three men approaching the cart. He noted the two men drawing heavy batons and smiled inwardly. Guards, who despised the Gladiators as being slaves and yet at the same time feared them as they would a lion. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whilst he heard the comment from the lead guard there was not even a flicker on his face. One thing you could thank the Legion for they really trained you in having a blank face. Marcus had stood in front of many a centurion just looking for a flicker he could call dumb insolence and apply his cane.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He let the guards bind him with the same passive stance. He had learnt that guards often believed in imposing their order early on and no doubt any resistance would bring those heavy batons in play. As to whether they considered him dumb or cowed he did not know or care in the slightest.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Two more guards joined them as they walked, did they consider him that dangerous that five guards where needed? What did they think he could do apart from a futile gesture bound as he was?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The guard was announcing his arrival and in response Marcus just stood as if carved from stone. Something else to thank the Legion for, he could stand still for hours on sentry duty no matter what the weather. Rain running down his face, scorching sun or the snow and biting winds of the North it did not matter.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 03:51:02</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo, infirmary, talking with Nakia~</strong>&nbsp; <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br><br>Galo’s eyebrows rose slightly at the notion of them all bathing at the same time. For all the practicality, after what he had walked into just minuets ago he was almost having flashbacks to his time working in the baths as a teenager. Almost. Instead, he distracted himself with thoughts of what he would do with his share of this outings herbs - or rather, which of his stashes needed replenishing, and with what...<br><br>He was so caught up with his mental inventory he almost missed her question. Blinking and catching up he replied after glancing at the curtain to Autolycus’ privet room, “Yes... yes, I think so. Perhaps you could take care of that? I want to organise some of my supplies before we go. It will only take a minuet while you write, I have already taken care of most of it...”<br><br>Turning quickly away he strode over to his corner of the room to begin sorting through the bags he had brought with him.
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 03:54:33</strong>
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				<strong>~Doctore, Outer Courtyard~</strong><br><br>Upon hearing the call, the Doctore quickly moved off to investigate the new man.&nbsp; From what the Doctore could tell, the man seemed emotionless, but the practiced talent of a blank face that gave away nothing.&nbsp; No resistance, no words, this man was apparently quite well trained and would make an excellent gladiator.&nbsp; The Doctore smiled and gave a nod of approval.<br><br>"Slaves, have him cleaned, shaven and oiled for inspection by the Dominus."&nbsp; He wasn't sure if this new gladiator had been specifically requested or purchased with this kind of training, but it was certainly something to investigate.&nbsp; At the very least, if he was correct, the new gladiator should be training others, not being trained by himself.<br><br>It was a matter that he knew would best be brought to the gladiator's attention directly.&nbsp; Not two steps had he taken towards the villa, however, when he heard the crash that indicated fighting.&nbsp; His hands balled to fists at his sides and he cursed.&nbsp; Had he not just broken up a fight?&nbsp; Had he not already shown more clemency than was required of him?&nbsp; Yet this news was important, so he would have to hurry.&nbsp; If the gladiators were so desperate to fight, then at least the weaker ones would be culled off by their inability to control their own tempers.
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 04:07:28</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; talking with Galo, with Amplus, and Cariad</strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/SoaringDragon/RPG%20Characters/Post%20Pics/postpicG.jpg)</div> Nakia looked at Galo with the faintest of smiles., She recognized the signs of him dismissing those around him for more important matters in his opinion. She gave a slight nod and moved to one of the tables to find paper and quill. She scribbled a short note that she had taken Cariad and Galo for that matter to the baths, then she would be taking Cariad to the Domina.<br><br>Once done she turns and studies Galo, waiting for him to finish up. She also looked to the ssalve girl. She still hadn’t moved. Had she possibly used a wrong dialect. Always a possibility she figured. She would try again if the girl still hadn’t moved when Galo was ready to go.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 11:30:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br><em> Sorcha Cooler Queen</em><br><br>The long slow howl continued for some time, it echoed, it was mournful it was a song of loss; it was a song of horror for she had seen the future in her mind, those atrocious and heinous images along with the stench in here made the young pict fit to vomit. The howl seemed to echo within the place even after her strong lungs were empty. Perhaps Sorcha imagined she might hear the dogs speaking back to her, howling and the horses kicking upon the stables, likely it was nothing more than her coming around from her drug induced state. Still she howled again, and then bashed her shoulder against the wood.<br><br><em> there was no air</em> Those hideous monsters were trying to kill her to keep her from the air, from her lands. Her shoulder barged against the wood once more, hurting her shoulder, and the tried again and yet again leaving more bruises on herself.. She was not stupid even in her part addled state, that was not a way to escape. Sorcha tried to take some breaths but without fresh air it was hard. The pict tried to calm her panic tried to keep some focus…<br><br>Even with some effort she was unable to get her hand through the slats to the lock, though at least on the stinking floor she found a stone or two well if they could be called that, they were small. At least she could leave her mark. Sorcha after her dream knew she had to. A little time passed…and the pict became more lucid<br><br>Perhaps grass eyes might let her out now? Sorcha called to him, “Please, I can’t breath…too hot….too hot…” There was less desperation there but it was obvious she really was confused at her situation.<br><br>There would be a way to deal with this, though the stench and the drugs were making her ready to vomit. “Help me please…” He had not been cruel, he had not beaten her, but Sorcha remembered the ones that did, and she would leave her mark as was right. And tenfold....<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 11:47:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, with Galo, Nakia, Amplus, Cariad and Sorcha<br>Infirmary</em><br><hr></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>Autolycus' private room did not actually have the luxury of a door. All that separated the medicus from Nakia and Galo was a curtain and a yard or two of air. Shuffling sounds could be heard from behind the curtain, as well as the splash of water as the man cleaned his face and body as best he could.<br><br>The cool water from the bowl helped to make him feel better. Not so dirty. Not so hot and flustered. The experience – alright the amazing sex he’d just had, the first sex he’d had in a long time – had left him a very confused man. The Pict, such a wild thing, but so willing under his hands. The drugs of course. And yet it had seemed so real, so much like she had wanted him too, that he could almost fool himself into thinking… No. He splashed some more water on his face and neck. No, just the drugs. Probably the woman would not even remember what had happened when she woke in her cage. Just then the long, mournful howl went up and he groaned inwardly. He did hate having to put her back in there. But what choice did he have…? <br><br>He grabbed the cloth that lay next to the basin and began to dry himself off. <br><br>And then there was Galo. Galo of all people, busting him. No helping that now of course… But he wondered what his assistant thought of him now. Wondered if this would come back to haunt him. <br><br>Sighing, Autolycus slipped a clean tunic over his head and fastened it around him middle with the belt he always wore. The one with lots of pouches to hold his tools, herbs, coins and now also the key to the Pict’s cage. He ran a hand through his hair to make it slightly more presentable, took a deep breath, then pulled aside the curtain that led to the infirmary’s main room. <br><br>"Nakia," he said as he stepped inside, his flustered state from before completely gone, replaced by his usual calm demeanor. "You come to take this one then...?" He asked, glancing at Cariad. Yes, he'd overheard her conversation with Galo. His gaze shifted to Amplus then, lingering for a moment on the man's groin. By the Gods that was almost abnormal... <br><br>He lifted an eyebrow as he looked back to Nakia, wondering.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 14:06:12</strong>
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				<strong>Matriana frames the servant</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.britmovie.co.uk/wp-content/images/people/295-Hattie-Jacques.jpg)</div><br>With Bastian still laying on her stomach, slowly sinking in, she pushed him off her as the milk from her breast trickled to a stop. He then moved him under the covers and positioned him in such a way as to suggest to the casual onlooker that he was sleeping. With his head exposed now, she was not totally convinced so she pulled the covers over his head. She could not abide his face when alive and when dead the yellowish white complexion that appear, as the blood went elsewhere, was too much to for her. Once satisfied she tossed the grapes under the bed before calling for the male servant that had just left to return to attend to her every need. Once inside the room, she asked that he lock the door and give her the key. He followed her every command until finally laying with her as he had done before.<br><br>After he had performed his duties, he was instructed to clean himself up and whilst he was in the adjoining bathroom she pulled the sheets away from her husband and scream. The scream could have wakened the dead. Unfortunately for Bastian that was only metaphorical as he did not stir. What did, however, happen was the naked servant burst back into the room and enquired as to the scream. In the loudest bellowing voice she could muster she said “You killed my husband!” The servant looked at her astonished as this was no reward for the depravity she had forced him to perform. The cheese smell would linger for weeks, he thought. He stood there speechless at such accusations as knocking on the bedroom door became loader and loader until finally the sound of a key was heard and the door was finally opened. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 14:22:08</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; talking with Autolycus, with Galo, with Amplus, and Cariad</strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/SoaringDragon/RPG%20Characters/Post%20Pics/postpicG.jpg)</div> Nakia looked to the pig box as the woman inside started battering herself upon it. She moved slightly, head tilted slightly as she hear the woman ca,l out. The language was unfamiliar to her. When she had more time, she would have to see if she could get her to teach her some of it.<br><br>Nakia turned and looked at Autolycus. She bowed her head slightly. “Yes, Medicus, the Domina wishes it.” In the whole time she’d known him, she never called him by name. She had always given him the same respect as she would have a Shaman of her nearly forgotten people. “I had just left you a note that we were going to take her to the baths, and then maybe some food before taking her to the Domina.” <br><br>Her gaze flitted to the pig box briefly before returning to Autolycus. “I believe that one is distressed, more than what being in the box would bring.” She looked at the Medicus carefully, something was off with the poor man. “Is it wise to keep her in such a thing? Would one of the kennels work better? They at least wouldn’t make her feel so closed in.” Her mouth snapped shut. She was being forward, in telling the man his business. Her head bows slightly again. “Forgive me, Medicus, I did not mean to assume.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 14:50:55</strong>
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				<strong>~ Domina Valeria; building up and surveying the 'tension' ~<br>~ Villa upstairs Lounge; moving to the outer balcony overlooking training grounds ~</strong><br><br>Nakia was probably one of the only slaves in the household, who could correct the Domina and get away with it unscolded. So Valeria had simply nodded and waved the woman off to tend to her duties. It wasn't too long after she left the room, when the Domina already grew tired of lazily waiting upon the chaise-lounge. No amount of fruit or wine could sate her impatience, or her anger for that matter. Teasing her dear husband always came at a price; for now, it was her own, unsatisfied desire. As she leaned back against the embroidered silk cushions, her palm slid down the light swell of her abdomen, down the middle of her pelvis to where she knew a small fragment of her arousal had tainted the material that dared to touch her petals. The thin fabrics could scarcely deny the pressure of one fingertip against her folds, and she could quite easily lose herself to selfish bliss without shedding an inch of clothing. Of course, she knew that was what her husband had wanted when he'd asked her to be 'prepared' for him. She knew he desired her accommodating body, and the mere thought of it brought that same, lop-sided smirk to her pout. It was no secret that Valeria craved attention. Better to save her pleasures therefore, to ensure the build up leads to double the conclusive release. <br><br>But how to occupy herself in the meantime, when it was so easy to merely rest her palm between her thighs, and toy with the idea of bringing herself closer, and closer. Only to deny at the most dangerous, possible moment... The benefits of the Tablinum was how the balcony overlooked the training grounds and the cliffs beyond. The sunset was always pleasant to watch from there, though that hour had not yet arrived. Hearing the constant smacking thud of wooden training swords against various other objects, including bodies, was definitely one of the lesser benefits. Fortunately, those more irritating noises would not grace the Domina's ears. The dinner bell suddenly rang directly beneath her, followed by the patter of heavy footsteps, the buzz of deep voices uttering simple conversation, and the clatter of clay bowls. That was more than enough to pull her hand away from resting betwixt her thighs. The desire to instead survey the newly oiled Gladiators, spurred the irritated woman from her chair, and gliding forwards towards the balcony in a whisper of delicate lilac and cream. She did not stop until her forearms found a rested perch on the warm stone of the balcony wall, still heated by the late afternoon sun. The sands below were empty, save for the abandoned training dummies. The buzz of life directly below her was a more welcome aural addition to the beautiful horizon ahead, and the Domina found herself more serenely leaning forwards to marvel at the sight... <br><br>...At least, until her ears pricked to the definitive sound of clay cracking, followed by more clearer voices rising above the others. Momentarily startled by the rather abrupt sound disrupting her calm, Valeria instinctively leaned away to stand upright; gripping the balcony edge more firmly. The culprits were not on the sands, but the sound had surely come from below her, meaning they had to be in the mess hall. More importantly, were the words uttered on gruff voices, and one... a female voice? Deep, but not quite deep enough to be male, despite the growling within the tone. That confused Valeria, who had almost forgotten all about the potential Gladiatrix, until now; for no slave of hers would dare speak such words, or sit down to eat food with the dogs. No matter how oiled and shaved they may be. Intrigued, she leaned forwards again, straining her ears to hear the exact speech. They seemed to speak of earning the mark, and dying upon the sands. An amused smile curved her lips at such primitive conversation. Then, a gasp in her throat, and widening eyes, as the battle of tongue was not enough; a more physical dance began. The heavier sounds of chairs scratching against the floor and one body falling, followed by a louder battle cry, definitely from a female now, and definitely a full brawl as she heard more clatters. At least she could point the finger of blame at one of them, but who were the others? Irritable nails drummed against the stone, willing the fight to break out onto the sands instead, while also anticipating the crack of the Doctore's whip. She would have her turn to discipline such behaviour though... <em>later.</em> The very thought of her being in charge of the muscled men, and now this wild woman too, had the Domina biting her lower lip. The urge to dip her hand between her thighs again, very quickly returning...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 17:32:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div><div align="center">Cariad in the Infirmary, with Nakia, Galo, Autolycus and Amplus</div><br><br>The one with Fire Eyes howled, Cariad's heart felt heavier. So much heavier. The cage wasn't necessary, she attacked out&nbsp; of need. Surely, they knew this. Cariad sneaked a peek in her direction, hoping to get a sympathetic look to her. But failed.<br><br>“Come. Bath first. Food after.”<br><br>Cariad looked up from her knees at the beautiful woman before her, speaking her tongue. There was a variation in dialects, but Cariad understood. Her eyes wide and bright, as a smile stretched across her face. <br><br>"<em>Really? You speak Britton? Where am I? Who are you?</em>" Her face fell, when she had a thought flash through her mind, maybe the beautiful woman before her didn't know that much Britton. Dropping her face to her knees again as a tear fell down her dust covered cheek, deliberately hiding her shame.<br><br>The naked man in the corner, still there, as Cariad's mind was distracting her from the tears rolling down her. The salacious thoughts about running her hands over his sculpted stomach, the feel of his hot breath on her skin, made her skin flush red. Hoping desperately that no-one noticed, Cariad kept her head to her knees, for fear of retribution.<br><br><br>The urge growing to stand and walk towards the door, as the smell within the room bit at her nose and throat. She needed air, she needed a bath, she needed a meal. The beautiful woman said she would get them, soon. Her stomach growled again in hope. Her skin yearned to feel the water and cleansing nature of the substance. Absent-mindedly placing her hand on her matted and dirty hair, Cariad wanted her soft hair back. Sighing heavily into her knees, hoping that Fire Eyes would be safe from herself and her thoughts while confined to her box.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 18:38:45</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; talking with Autolycus, Galo, Amplus, Cariad</strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/SoaringDragon/RPG%20Characters/Post%20Pics/postpicG.jpg)</div> Nakia turned and looked to the female slave as she finally spoke. She walked back as the woman dropped her head back to her knees. She watched for a moment, then spoke again in her language. She had noticed the slight differences in dialects and worked to come closer to the woman’s own. “Speak some. I, Nakia. You at Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis. Come girl. No clean sit here.” As an afterthought she spoke one more word. “Name?”<br><br>She then looked at Galo and Autolycus. “I’m going to go ahead and take these two to the baths and get started. Catch up when you are ready Galo.” With that she waits on the female to rise to start leading her and Amplus to the baths.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 19:39:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Cariad following Nakia and Amplus</strong></div><br>"<em>Cariad, it means love</em>." Once again Cariad hung her head, slightly embarrassed at the name her Father had bestowed upon her. Cariad stood slowly, wincing slightly as the wounds on her back had caused her skin to go taut. Breathing deeply as she tried to stand tall, nearing Nakia.<br>"<em>Will I not be punished for speaking Britton in the...... Ludus</em>?" Cariad tried hard to not look the naked man in the eye, every time she glanced in his direction, she was sure her skin glowed further red.<br>"<em>Where are we going to? The baths?</em>" Cariad answered her own question as she tried desperately not to watch the muscled man as he walked.
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 20:18:20</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo, infirmary~</strong>&nbsp; <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br><br>A small relief washed over him as he began to look through his collection of herbs and fungi; this was familiar, safe, this would always be constant no matter what. He listened distantly to Nakia, Autolycus and the slave woman as he worked, taking note though not responding save for a nod when Nakia told him to catch up. He tried to block out the wild sounds from the young woman in the box and was disappointed when he didn’t recognise her language as she spoke.<br><em><br>Belladonna, Destroying Angel, Hemlock, Wolfbane... Yes, those for the upper floor... Wild carrot, Yohimbe, Clary... well, those are always in demand... Opium, fly agaric, Mandrake, Harmal... </em><br><br>List after list, of plants of many properties flashed through his head, while his hands flew over bundles and packages, jars and pouches, sorting what was to remain here, what to take with him now, and what to leave until later. Thinking back to the bath, along with the items he had already set aside to take to his own cell and to be hidden around the house, he grabbed a pouch containing herbs and resins, intended to invigorate and awaken the mind. Combined they had a fresh, cool, refreshing scent; something he felt sorely in need of.<br><br>Collecting the bags to take with him he stood and turned around - forcibly ignoring the batting from the box, there was no time! - and with a nod to Autolycus started towards the door.
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 22:32:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, relieved to be left alone<br>Infirmary</em><br><hr></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div><em>Always so respectful</em>, Autolycus thought as he looked down at Nakia, smiling a little despite feeling as awkward as he did. He did remember telling her she didn't have to do that. She kept on doing it anyway. He'd always been a slave himself, until not so very long ago, and her insistence to adress him like some kind of master was... Strange. But nice.<br><br>"I haven't had time to think on it," he said when she commented on the Pict's cage. "I will."<br><br>Which was the best response he could give her. To be honest the kennels did sound like a more sensible, more humane solution. The downside being Sorcha would be not here, in the infirmary, where he could keep an eye on her, but elsewhere. He didn't much like that idea. Though he didn't much like her being in a smelly boar-cage and clearly distressed either. He frowned, his eyes now on the woman in the cage as she scratched at the lock. <br><br>If only he could somehow get her to behave, then there would be no need for any of this...<br><br>He was so busy looking at the Pict, and wracking his brain for some way to calm her that didn't involve drugs, that he didn't notice Nakia leaving until she was almost out the door, taking the British slave with her. Nakia would be kind to the woman at least, he reflected. And she seemed able to talk to her in her own language. He just hoped the domina would be as kind. Cariad was not in a good condition and though a bath would probably do her good the most she needed otherwise, in the medicus' opinion, was food and lots and lots of rest. Not being summoned for who knows what... Yes, he'd heard rumors about 'initiations'. <br><br>His eyes fell on Galo, finished unpacking his stocks and now lingering on the doorstep. Almost like he was waiting for him.<br><br>"Go on then," Autolycus said. Then, feeling something more was needed, "Thank you for the supplies. We can talk later, when you're not as busy."<br><br>Honestly, he was relieved to see Galo leave so soon. He had absolutely no idea what to say to the man at the moment. Except possibly inquire about his trip which might not go over well, considering.<br>&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 23:18:55</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon in The Mess Hall</strong><br><br>Gritting his teeth, Ammon knew he had to do something after the damned woman ran back into the fray. Her and the other new slave had to be dealt with. However he was torn between which, however he decided Cingerotix would need to be dealt with first. So Ammon shoved one of his brothers out of his way harshly and growled, <strong>"You mangy whores sit and watch? Doctore will have your heads!"</strong> Before rushing up behind Cingerotix and wrapping his massive arms around his throat locking him into a rear naked choke hold. This wasn't done to assert dominance over the man, or to wave his penis around in his face. But this? It needed to stop now. Holding on tightly, Ammon spoke into the man's ear. <strong>"You have fire? That is good. You have aggression? That is even better. However...if you persist with this shit? You'll either be killed, have your penis removed or sent to the pits which you don't want. You don't yet bear the mark, so prove your worth in the arena and you'll be treated as a man. Continue to behave like an animal? I'll kill you myself, do you understand?"</strong> His tone was soft, yet it had a dangerous edge to it as he was growing tired of the antics of this one and the new woman. They were far more trouble than they were worth. <strong>"Can I let you go?"</strong> Ammon asked slowly as he held on for the protection of all parties involved. He intended to deal with the girl as well, so he hoped that this man would see reason and cease.
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 04:11:50</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; talking with Cariad, walking to the baths with Cariad and Amplus</strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/SoaringDragon/RPG%20Characters/Post%20Pics/postpicG.jpg)</div> Just before they leave, Nakia bows her head once more to Autolycus. “Good day, Medicus. Perhaps my duties will give me a chance later to talk.” She then turns and leads Cariad and Amplus out. Nakia walked between Amplus and Cariad on the way to the baths. She has a slight frown as she tries to sort the woman’s words. So the woman’s name was Cariad. Good to know. She shook her head briefly. “Not soon. Must learn Roman. Time given.”<br><br>They enter the baths shortly, and Nakia frowns at the woman’s clothes. They will not do, tattered and worn as they are. A slave had approached&nbsp; and knelt. “How may I help Nakia?” <br><br>Nakia looks him over and speaks. “First you can rise. I am not the Domina. Fetch me something that Cariad may wear once she is clean please.” The slave was quick to his feet and then gave a nod before darting off. Nakia motions to Amplus to get into the baths. “Go ahead and clean yourself up.” She then turns to Cariad. “Clothes, off.” Not that what the woman could any longer be properly called clothes, but she didn’t know the word for rags. She then undresses herself. Turning back to Cariad, she motions. “Come.” She steps into the same bath Amplus is in cleaning up. No sense in scattering them all.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 15:27:03</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus follows Nakia to the baths and bathes with his Pallens (Cariad)</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div><br>Amplus is lead, without question, to the baths. It seemed to him that he could indeed protect his Pallens, whose name turned out to be Cariad, as she too was to accompany him. He found that he could understand her well enough as she spoke to Nakia since he had travelled most of the known world with his Master. He was impressed greatly by the skills that Nakia showed when they talked. He would not speak until spoken too of course, so even though he could have assisted her, he knew it was not his place to do so. So he listened instead. Perhaps he could talk to her once they were together and with fewer eyes on them. <br><br>As he pondered these thoughts, he had not realized that they had arrived at the baths until Nakia instructed him to submerge his body in the waters. He nodded his head and did exactly as ordered. He then continued to listen to the two women as one ordered the other to remove her clothes. This he had to see, so whilst he was cleaning his cock, which in hindsight was a bad idea, he watched as Cariad removed her clothes. Upon glancing at her perfect form, he felt an enlarging of his cock between his fingers. While she was dressed he would focus mostly on her large hazel eyes and her hair that tumbled just below her shoulders. Now she was naked her true splendor was reviled to him as her tanned and toned muscular form moved graciously to remove her rags. His eyes felt as if they would pop out as she exposed her firm by ample breasts. For the same reason, he hoped that she would be joining him in the bath then he hoped she would not as he felt that he would struggle to control himself. He clearly could not control his cock as it proceeded to grow as she entered the bath. He hoped the cloudy water would hide his embarrassment as he closed his eyes and tried to focus on less perfect forms like that of Matriana. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 16:48:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad, walking with Nakia and Amplus to the baths</strong></div><div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div><br>Cariad walked with Nakia and the naked man towards the baths. Learn Roman, she presumed this would be better than being beaten for speaking her own tongue. Cariad's attention was drawn away from her thoughts as she watched his sculpted form slip into the water, her skin rouging as her mind began to wander over the muscles and dips in his taught skin.<br><br>"Clothes, off." Cariad turned to Nakia, her eyes wide with shock, having to bare her flesh in front of the man already in the baths. Sliding the coarse tunic over her head, exposing her breasts to the room. Her face screwing up as the tunic drew up against her welts. Slowly stepping into the water, the warmth rising through her flesh, not helping the rising temperature deep within her. Walking towards the man in the water, her back to Nakia. Clenching her teeth together as the hot water began to move over the open marks in her back. <br>Taking a deep breath, and dipping below the water, running her hands over her face and body, the hot water cleansing her soiled flesh. Surfacing slowly, the water flowing down her hair, over the curves of her breasts and down her torso. Turning to Nakia.<br><br>"<em>Do you have anything to scrub my flesh with?</em>" Turning her head to look over her shoulder, smiling at the naked man.
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 22:37:29</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo, heading from the infirmary to the baths, via an eye full of gladiator brawl and a trip to his cot~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>"Go on then,"</strong> Autolycus said, when Galo paused in the door, the odd situation making him hesitate <strong>"Thank you for the supplies. We can talk later, when you're not as busy."</strong><br><br>Galo nodded and left. He felt awkward with the medicus now, not quite sure what to make of it all. It all seemed against type for the man but Galo has seen himself how people could change.<br><br>Outside, he saw the others disappear into the villa and almost hesitated at the sight of a brawl erupting in the Gladiator mess hall. What did make him stop, and double take, was the sight of an attractive, dark haired woman in the midst of it all. <em>Teutates!</em> he thought to himself, <em>what is she doing...? </em><br><br>The Gladiators, he could see as he watched, were all shaven and oiled, presumably for a presentation soon - Galo would have to be ready himself by then - and, watching the growing fight with keen eyes, saw that the woman was also thus prepared. So, the Dominus desired a spectacle to draw the crowds, did he? Was she to fight animals? Other woman? Men? Galo almost snorted to himself as he began to walk again, eyes still on the fight, trying to take note of new faces, who was fighting, who was watching, who was cheering, who was trying to intervene - and of course watching the woman in the thick of it all. She was eye catching, certainly, though she would have to train hard and posses considerable talent to hold her own in the arena against any of the men. If she did not, the Dominus might as well have the men fuck her on the sands for all the <em>spectacle</em> that would bring! After all, a slave dead too soon was a waste of coin. Galo hoped for her sake that the Dominus had chosen wisely in making her a Gladiatrix.<br><br>Stepping into the villa, Galo spared a thought to what punishment would be dealt to those responsible for the fight after they had already been prepared. He hoped that any complications would not sour the mood of the Dominus and Domina too much, lest the house slaves feel the brunt of it.<br><br>Down the hall, he looked in time to see Nakia and the two other slaves disappear into the baths. Sighing he sped up his pace, keeping his foot falls quiet for sake of possible entertainment - to be rewarded when near the end of the corridor a young male slave almost bumped into him, his eyes going wide in alarm. Galo merely grinned at him, perhaps a tad too predatory and waved him away before he could say anything.<br><br>Bypassing the baths, he ducked into the slave's sleeping cubicles. Stepping up to his own bed, he pulled out the storage box underneath and fished the key for it from his belt. Opening it, his hands flew over the contents while he muttered under his breath, checking they had not been disturbed in his absence; first the clothes, under which were herbs of various uses, but no poisons, not here. Shoving all of the bags from his trip that he had brought with him in the box, except for the pouch for the baths, he quickly took out a clean tunic - smart and decorated in reflection of his station in the house -, a clean loincloth, a new belt and sandals for use inside, a razor, comb and a tightly bound bundle of herbs to scrub with - sniffing it first to be certain it was the <em>right </em>scrub. Satisfied, he closed and locked the box, replacing it under his cot.<br><br>He arrived at the baths in time to see the women step into the water, his quiet steps offering him a moment to observe. There was nothing he had not seen before and all three were pleasing to the eyes, though as ever his eyes looked longest on the women. He sighed; it would not do to linger having offered to help. So, stepping forward into the room proper, he set his things down and turned to Nakia, “Here,” he said, then lightly tossed the small pouch of oil saturated bathing herbs and resins to her, “I think we could all use this; empty it into the water, all of it.”<br><br>Turning his back to the other three, he began to strip himself of his clothes, the relief of being rid of the travel stained things waring with the discomfort having to show the pale web of fine scars that crisscrossed his back and chest. The feeling would fade he new, it always did.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 22:46:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br>Sorcha was afraid, not for her life but for her lands and her people, and for all that she knew. Of course she did not want to die, but her main reason for not searching now death was the visions she had seen. Her people needed aid so rather she needed to find escape and aid. Otherwise she would have bled herself upon the land and let the spirits do their work. It seemed though they had other work for her, the spirits needed her here for now….for she needed to kill the monster and take its heads.<br><br>However this cage was vile and there had to be a way out. Bashing it was not working in fact it had hurt her shoulder rather a lot but at least Sorcha was able to put in back into place, as she had before. However it left more bruising and the purple was turning darker and it hurt.<br><br>The stones did not work on the metal lock so she used them on the wood making patterns there, trying hard to call the spirits as her empty belly churned and swirled just as the patterns she made. Both the stench and that which Sorcha had imbibed finally culminated and she vomited, the pict couched and spluttered her head still filled with dreams of horror.<br><br>“Water…” she said with a head not wholly there ,in Latin… or at least she tried&nbsp; then added ”Out…” The stench of her vomit and the pigs was as in her dream but worse as it was real these people were surely barbarians. She struggled hard with the words but did finally manage them, she found them somewhere in her mind. However would grass eyes understand?<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 08:08:24</strong>
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				<strong>~ Liliana strolling with Aulus, on their way back to Antonious’ merchant kiosk, in the outer courtyard of the ludus ~</strong><br><br>Liliana slanted her eyes upward, glancing at Aulus through her dark lashes as they walked at a comfortable pace around the courtyard, leisurely making their way back toward Antonious’ kiosk. A small smile turned up the corners of her mouth as she thought about all the endearing little reactions Aulus had involuntarily treated her to during their brief acquaintance. It was charmingly obvious the young man had very little - if any - experience with women, and her smile warmed as she pondered the unlikely blend of a tender innocent who was also a battle-hardened soldier. <br><br><em>Ah, the endless feast of sensual delights just waiting to be discovered by young Aulus!</em> she mused to herself. With his tall, strong young body walking alongside her, his large calloused hand carefully enfolding her small feminine hand, Liliana found herself tempted to indulge in orchestrating Aulus’ carnal awakening. There was nothing quite like the first taste of love, either of the heart or of the body. Perhaps a delicious deflowering was exactly the rare delicacy she had been craving of late. Absently stroking her thumb softly along Aulus’ hand as her thoughts wandered, Liliana wondered what meaning Aulus would attach to his first lover. It was a well known fact that a man’s first time with a woman could have significant impact on his perception of the woman who claimed his virginity. A slight frown creased her forehead as she considered the advantages of having undue influence on the young soldier at her side should she she be the one to personally introduce Aulus to the pleasures of the flesh. However, as a married woman, it wouldn’t do to have a love-struck young man fawning over her until another lover took her place in his heart. <em>Hmmm...perhaps I can simply arrange for the...event, making use of a pleasure slave for the purpose, in order to avoid such encumbrances.</em> She nibbled at her lip in excited anticipation as the thought began to take root. <em>Yes, I believe it would be a very pleasing diversion indeed...hmmm...I wonder if the slave Nakia might prove to be a good selection; he did seem to be quite taken with her!</em><br><br>Just then, as they passed by the training sands where the gladiators as well as new gladiators-to-be had earlier stood, shouts of anger and the sounds of an altercation rang out. Her curiosity was piqued, but she could see nothing of the disturbance. Perhaps the gladiators were in the midst of training? A warm thrill tingled through her body at the thought of the powerful warriors she had seen earlier, soon to be engaged in exhibition combat for her pleasure - if the Dominus accepted her offer of patronage. She wondered how she would go about choosing which gladiator to claim as her own, if there would be a warrior at this ludus she would desire to support. <br><br>Although she was delighted with Aulus’ company, and titillated at the direction her thoughts had taken with regard to the young man, Liliana was a bit impatient with the lack of hospitality at this ludus. Guests at her own villa would be seen to immediately upon arrival, and never would they be left to wander her grounds in wait of welcome. As they approached in return to Antonius’ kiosk, her glance fell upon the wine she had brought. Her tongue ran eagerly along her lips at the thought of a cool glass of wine, the heat seeming even more oppressive without water or wine to slake her thirst.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>“Ah you have returned, I hope my boy wasn’t causing you too much trouble?”</strong><br><br>Liliana graciously smiled at the old merchant, the look in his eyes making him appear a bit lecherous for a moment, but perhaps she was simply projecting the direction her own thoughts had taken. “Antonious, you must jest! Aulus was of course the most gracious of escorts, and I have thoroughly enjoyed his company. In fact, I would like to bend your ear with an idea we were discussing...”&nbsp; She stopped in mid-sentence as an obvious house slave hurriedly approached their direction on the way to her destination. “Apologies, Antonious” Liliana flung at him quickly as she strode to intercept the slave girl. “You there - a moment, please.” As the small dark-haired slave nervously paused in her swift pace, Liliana made her request in a manner that compelled compliance, looking over the exotically pretty girl with a kind smile. “I see you serve the house of this ludus. Your Domina is obviously unaware there are guests who have been awaiting entrance for some time; I have no doubt she will want to have us welcomed immediately as soon as she learns of our visit. If she is indisposed, I am certain one of her head slaves has the capacity to see us to welcome, as refreshment would be greatly enjoyed in refuge from the heat of the sun.”&nbsp; <br><br>Aishwa came to a stuttering stop, her toes digging into the hot sand as the woman unexpectedly addressed her. Instinctively bowing her head and approaching the woman of obvious noble bearing with appropriate deference, she softly answered her replies. “Yes, Lady, I will see to it at once.” When the noblewoman thanked her, she was a bit surprised; most often the polite niceties were ignored when society’s upperclass interacted with lowly slaves. “Who may I say the visitors are?” she asked demurely, her eyes casting down humbly as she committed their names to memory so she could properly advise who was seeking entrance. She had no authority herself to see them to comfort, but she knew Nakia or Galo would know what to do, she had but to find them in proper haste - a challenge in of itself today it seemed. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 06:54:54</strong>
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				<strong>~ The slave Aishwa hurrying to find Nakia or Galo to advise them of the visitors in need of welcoming ~</strong><br><br>The kitchen of the ludus served as something of a hub of communication and socializing for the slaves. The area was a relatively safe haven from overseeing eyes, as the constant heat from cooking fires and the frantic bustling activity more often than not kept the prominent members of the ludus from desiring to enter. Aishwa now hurried from the courtyard to the kitchen, hoping someone there would know the whereabouts of Nakia or Galo so she could discharge her duty to indirectly notify the Domina or Dominus of their waiting guests.&nbsp; Perhaps the guests’ comfort could be seen to - shown to rooms and brought refreshment, and then they would be greeted later this eve by the Domina and Dominus at the party everyone was frantically preparing for. She had a feeling they would be too busy until then to allow for any visiting, and none too happy for another demand on their time. Rumor had it that the Domina was in a fine foul mood this afternoon, and Aishwa breathed a sigh of relief that it was not her position to stand before the Domina to deliver the visiting Lady’s message. <br><br>Aishwa was a demure, respectful and humbly compliant slave whenever in the presence of those above her station, but around her peers she gave her playful, friendly side free reign. The conversations among slaves in the kitchen was always vastly entertaining, and she made a habit of passing through as often as possible during the course of her duties, the slaves’ bawdy banter a pleasant respite from the cruel drudgery that was her young life.&nbsp; <br><br>As she entered the kitchen, her ebony eyes quickly glanced around for any sign of Nakia or Galo, not really expecting to find either of them that easily or quickly. Overhearing both their names being mentioned however, she spotted a group of slaves in the midst of exchanging tidbits of fancifully embellished tales, catching only bits and pieces of the gossip as she approached; something to do with “a right tasty soup” for Nakia, Galo and someone called “Ampleforpuss”, or some similar-sounding name.&nbsp; And something about Nakia “making a meat sandwich”?&nbsp; And finally there apparently was some sort of “monster serpent lurking within the baths, seeking to burrow deep within a hole”?&nbsp; She shook her head in amusement, wondering what this latest feast of gossip was all about.<br><br>Bounding playfully up to the group, Aishwa’s pink tongue flicked out quickly between her lips as she gave the cute redhead’s cheek a friendly lick hello. The salty-sweet musky taste left on her tongue from her greeting was not all together surprising; the redhead was well known to be an ever-willing receptacle for any seed in the vicinity which had need of release, and some was bound to miss its mark. Disappointed she couldn’t tarry longer and listen to the latest gossip and lewd speculations, she asked the gathered slaves, “I need to deliver a message to Nakia or Galo - do any of you know where they are?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 09:46:36</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus talks to Cariad while they bathe</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div><br>Amplus watched as Cariad did indeed enter the water. He felt tormented as she moved her hands over her perfect form. He tried to look away but found that he was mesmerised as she moved her hands over her breasts before asking for something to clean herself with. When she smiled at him, he nervously returned in kind. He found that he had automatically slid a little closer to her. As he moved, ripples in the water around his cock could be clearly seen as it glided through the water like a shark seeking out it’s prey. It was clear by now that it had a mind of it own so Amplus did not try to fight it. Where he lacked confidence, his cock lacked the ability to say no. So he smiled at her again and in her tongue he said “H-Hello P-Pallens, Apologise C-Cariad. Need cloth, you do not. This you take.” As he spoke, he handed her a cloth that he was using. Clean now, he saw no purpose in keeping it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 14:11:04</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; at the baths with Cariad, Galo, Amplus (slave giving directions to Aishwa)</strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/SoaringDragon/RPG%20Characters/Post%20Pics/postpicG.jpg)</div> Nakia turned at the sound of Galo’s voice, and barely managed to notice and then catch the object flying through the air. Once in hand she recognized it as a pouch. Trusting Galo’s instincts and knowledge, she opened the pouch and turned it over to dump the entire contents in the bath. Once done, she tossed the pouch up on the side of the pool.<br><br>She then turned back to the two newest slaves. She saw Cariad’s back and frowned. That was not good. She gave a silent sigh, nothing to do for now. She became amused as Amplus and Cariad seemed to find each other appealing, at least that would make the Domina’s ‘initiation’ easier for the two to get through. She moved forward and took the cloth from Amplus. Then making sure Cariad had her back to her, she started to gently clean the woman’s back, careful not to aggravate the wounds more than necessary. “Galo? We’re going to need an herbal paste for this.” She shakes her head in disgust over the over impulsiveness of some to ruin a good slave. When she finished with her back, she rinsed the cloth and then handed it to Cariad to finish washing herself. <br><br>Nakia then went and found the soap for hair and put it close for when she was done. That settled for the time being, Nakia submerged herself under the water and resurfaced. Grabbing soap and a cloth for herself, she started to wash up. She glances at Amplus briefly, then turns to look at Galo. “Scared to get in?” Her tone is slightly teasing, and a rare thing to see.<br><br><strong>*~*~*~*~*</strong><br><br>A male slave comes rushing into the kitchen on his way to finding clothes for the female slave Nakia brought to the baths. He came in just as Aishwa asked the whereabouts of Nakia and Galo. “Oh, Nakia is in the baths, with two new slaves. And I think I saw Galo headed there as well.” With that bit of scuttlebutt released, he darted out to continue his search. He had felled two birds with one stone by letting Aishwa know where the two head slaves were. Briefly he wondered what the latest speculation would now be of Nakia and Galo.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 15:02:46</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus in the bath with diddly diddly dee two ladies</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div>Focusing on Cariad for sometime, he had almost forgotten about Nakia until she took the cloth from him and proceeded to wash Cariad’s back. After handing the cloth to Cariad, Nakia soon went out of view as he focused once again on Cariad. His attentions were taken once again as Nakia, also, lowered herself into the bath. He observed, when he was not taking in her slender form and firm breasts, that the tattoos on her arms, which he had noticed before, were also duplicated on her legs. She was a work of art by no mistake, both in the intricate designed tattoos and her form. Seeing her look at him briefly made him turn his head away and return his focus too Cariad. What was he to do as he now had two females in the bath with him. Upon Nakia's remark to the other man for him join them, he turned his head to the man and smiled, hoping that he would indeed do so. To even the odds if nothing else. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 15:26:14</strong>
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				<strong>~ NPC Gladiators: Plautus, Velasco, Tacitus ~<br>~ Gladiator's mess hall ~</strong><br><br><em>ooc note: For better reference I've named the dudes, and maybe they will have future roles. Everyone feel free to use them... maybe I will make some more specific NPC sheets for them :P<br><br>Plautus is the one who faced Ryann initially.<br>Velasco is the one who dropped the gruel bowl by Cingetorix's feet.<br>Tacitus is the quiet one... his name literally means 'mute/silent'</em><br><br><hr><br>Plautus merely grinned as the woman squared up to him; without a doubt, the close proximity, and the feral threat in her Irish Brogue, was indeed alluring. Rather than absorb her threats completely, he only had thoughts of wrestling with her, dancing through his one-track mind. Indeed, the rather blue-balled Plautus had many debts to repay, so his victories were not always met with the gift of women. <br><br>“It is <em>your</em> throat where I will shove my cock, woman.” He countered quite gleefully, not budging from his squared positioning. Though the widening grin laced with his stale breath, hinted of how he was sure he could think of many other orifices too. “Among other places,” he added in a&nbsp; far, gruffer tone. Before he could offer examples though, Ammon came to the rescue, though whose rescue was anyone's guess.<br><br>Meanwhile, Velasco had hoped that the one called 'Cingetorix' would not cower at the first sign of a challenge, but he certainly did not expect such quickly timed and well executed reflexes either. Bone and sinew cracked in his nose, the abrupt but minor breakage inflicting a momentary flash of high adrenaline pain through his nasal senses. It served to stun him long enough to remain sprawled on his back, having been tripped and sent backwards by the force of the punch combined with obstructive leg, skewing his balance completely. The thud of his body hitting the wooden planks initiated the roar of his brothers as they observed the match. Some remained seated at their benches, slamming their wooden spoons on the table like a unified arena crowd begging for more. Others rose to stand with the dull scratch of wooden chair legs against the floor, jeering but not yet interfering with the brawl. Even as Velasco felt his pressure on his windpipe from Cingetorix's heavy foot, and choked to speak, the others did not interfere. <br><br>See, the fact is, these three brothers, had arrived at the Ludus as a trio. Since day one, they had stuck together, cunningly earned their mark, and therefore, the others did not care to defend them.&nbsp; Many would rather see them fail. This was therefore merely a little entertainment to help the gruel go down a lot better. So it was Plautus, the ring-leader, and Tacitus, the smaller, quiet and feeble one, alone, who rushed to aid the struggling Velasco. Before Plautus could even get his mitts on Cingetoix however, the feral cry of Ryann was followed by the sudden clang of the heavy iron cooking pot over the back of his head. Instantly rendered unconscious by the force of it alone, he stumbled and fell. Then, just as Tacitus tried to grab hold of Cingetorix, he too, was knocked aside. This time by Ammon. He crashed against the nearby table, and met the wrath of the other Gladiator's, whose gruel bowls were disturbed. <br><br>Unfortunately, one bowl fell onto the lap of one particularly large, giant of a man, who was known to be very easily agitated. In fact, a rare, awkward silence fell about the room in a wave of anticipation. Many knew what was going to happen, but nothing could prepare poor Tacitus for it, as the large man rose to his feet, drew one arm back, and launched it square into the quiet, smaller man's gut. That at least served to wind him for a moment, but he wasn't quite done yet. As Tacitus lurched forwards, the bigger man grabbed his shoulder, and flung him round in a half circle, like a rag doll. As he let go, Tacitus stumbled head first into the next table. Now, they weren't exactly so happy either to have their meal disturbed... More chairs scratched against the floor, while the iron pot Ryann had used, rolled against another table, forcing to spur the men sat there to also join the fray. With testosterone levels so high, it was an all out fisticuffs; bodies moving in a wave of swings, ducks, and stumbling limbs. Ryann would find herself in the midst of it all, with men stumbling towards her, and perhaps others trying to get her in an arm lock of their own. <br><br>All the while, Plautus remained lying face first on the floor, and Tacitus slung over a table top, covered in gruel. Velasco still trying to breathe beneath Cingetorix's foot.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 16:26:33</strong>
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				<strong>~ Guard Captain Burrus &amp; NPC slave; Eira ~<br>~ Slave passageway, leading up to Kitchen's [Eira] &amp; Gladiator's mess hall [Burrus] ~</strong><br><br>Eira quickly moved down the dimly lit passageway, past the empty Gladiator cells to the stone stairwell that would take her directly up into the bustling kitchens. She could hear the chatter already, and anxiously dreaded being caught by the head cook up there. The presence of Burrus following two steps behind her somewhat helped to ease her nerves, though if they were seen, again, walking together, it certainly was not going to help stop new rumours from circulating. Neither would the quick smack that fell upon her arse, and cracked against the closely fitted walls as he passed her by. He was headed further down the corridor to the mess hall, which definitely sounded a lot nosier than usual. She, on the other hand, would have to ascend into the hell of her duties. Taking a deep breath, Eira quickly padded up the steps, and popped her head up into the busy room above. The cook was busy at the other end of the room shouting at a newer slave for spoiling the seasoning. That made it far easier for Eira to slip in beside a small group of slave girls, who were chopping and washing vegetables and fruit. They both gave her the knowing eye, but she shrugged it aside to get on with her tasks in silence. Fortunately, their gossip of the day was centred around the 'Ampleforpuss' one.<br><br>Glancing up as Aishwa bounced so playfully towards the group, Eira was far more preoccupied with avoiding the cook's gaze. So she ducked beneath the table to gather peelings from the floor. Cook liked a tidy kitchen, and the gossiping girls were being carelessly messy. She heard the conversation, but in truth, was a little out of the loop. Being in the company of the Guard Captain often did that. Anything could happen in the Ludus in that precious time spent hidden away. Why they were preparing a large feast alone was a mystery to her, never mind where Galo or Nakia were currently located.<br><br>Peering up at the table, she saw that the cook was busy monitoring someone else, so she finally rose to her feet again just as the male slave rushed by. She recognised him as one of the newer slaves, one she had labelled as a slow learner and a bit dim. He certainly wasn't meant to be in the kitchens right now though. So, before he could whisk away again, Eira quickly reached out to grab hold of his arm.<br><br>“Cilo!” She hissed the name quickly, but in a hushed tone so as not to draw attention from unwanted persons. Namely, the cook. “What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be manning the courtyard?” Shaking her head, she lightly frowned, but quickly ducked behind him with a little gasp to avert the cook's glare again. From behind him, she tutted, keeping her hands pressed against his back as though he served as a sturdy column for hiding behind. <br><br>“Stay still a moment, and tell us what you're doing. Or I will tell Nakia your shortcomings, and she will surely have you whipped twice for each of them.”<br><br><hr><br>Meanwhile, the Guard Captain approached the mess hall, where the name was more literally fitting for the sights that greeted him. The two guards stationed by the door that led through to the inner courtyard, dutifully kept their position in fear that the brawl might get out of hand. It would not do to have the gladiator's spilling through into the villa. The other guard outside the infirmary, watched anxiously. Most bothersome of all, was that the Doctore was nowhere to be seen. Burrus growled under his breath; as much as he enjoyed putting the Gladiator's back in line, he had just lain with his woman, who had worked her usual magic and managed to calm him far too much. He certainly wasn't in the mood for a fight right now.<br><br>“Guards!” He barked, lazily remaining at the back of the room. “Put the dogs back in line.” The three guards abandoned their posts to begin whacking at the brawling men with clubs and flat steel. Some received a kick to the rear that sent them tumbling out onto the sands of the training grounds, while others were more literally shoved back to their seats. But none dared to go up against the guards. At least, none of those who more proudly wore the mark.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 17:00:20</strong>
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				<strong>Cilo the house slave - rushing into the kitchen</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/Cilo2.jpg)</div></div></div><br>Cilo rushed through the kitchen in his search for clothes, a task Nakia had set him to. He scrambled through the bustling kitchen, a confused look on his face as he paused and looked around to each entrance in turn. He was lost again and oblivious to the chatter that filled the room around him. He wasn't the brightest of slaves and he was quite forgetful too. Changing his mind on where he ought to be and how best to get there, he quickly changed directions and started to dash off again in the direction from which he'd just came, but before he he scamper away, he felt dainty fingers clasping his upper arm in a tight grip.<br><br><em>"Cilos!"</em> Eira hissed at him. He turned to her, a startled look on his face as he knew he was in trouble again, probably for being in the kitchen when he wasn't meant to be. Just as he was about to explain why he was in the kitchen in the first place, Eira scolded him with her reminder of his duties. <em>"“What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be manning the courtyard?”</em> His eyes grew wide with terror as he suddenly realized that she was right and turned suddenly, desperate to get to his post, hopefully before he was found out by the Dominus or Domina, or even by Galo.<br><br>He felt the grip on his arm tighten as Eira gasped and ducked behind. His brow creased in confusion at her action, but her words silenced him, holding him where he stood.&nbsp; <em>"“Stay still a moment, and tell us what you're doing. Or I will tell Nakia your shortcomings, and she will surely have you whipped twice for each of them.”</em> His eyes widened further and glanced back to Eira, a frantic, worried expression on his face.<br><br>"Please, Eira. I beg of you... hold your tongue? I was passing through the baths when Nakia bid me fetch clean garments for the new girl. Please, Eira...." he begged desperately. "Will you help me, Eira... please?"<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 18:30:22</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo in the servants baths along with Nakia, Amplus and Cariad~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)<br></div><br><br>Galo removed his clothes, belt and shoes quickly and turned his attention to collecting his razor, scrub and comb.<br><br><strong>“Galo? We’re going to need an herbal paste for this.”</strong><br><br>Galo glanced back at Nakia and the slave woman - Cariad, that was what she said her name was - then headed over to collect some oil and a stirgil to remove it with and some soap to wash the hair.<br><br>“Autolycus saw her earlier, before you arrived. Another treatment later will suffice. There is nothing here to treat her with anyway.”<br><br>As he collected the supplies, his back to the others to block their view, he dipped his fingers into a nook behind the shelf - a tight fit but his fingers were relatively fine for a man. Feeling through his fingers, he quickly counted the small, slim, cloth bound packages hidden there. Satisfied that all was as he has left it, he removed his fingers and picked up the last item he would need for his bath; a round polished metal mirror.<br><br><strong>“Scared to get in?” </strong>Nakia teased lightly behind him, a pleasant sound that made him smile. <br><br>He turned to face them, “Not at all,” he replied, his voice light as he regarded the others, “I just wanted to be prepared first rather then have to run about needlessly on wet feet.”<br><br>He set his things at the edge of the bath then stepped forward to descended into the water, quickly and smoothly slipping under the surface, the water rushing into his ears a pleasant roar that receded into peace. He stayed there for a few seconds; the thought of drowning himself danced in his mind, an old temptation, though he ever lacked the courage to go through with it. Before his lungs even began to burn he broke the surface again with a gasp, shaking the water from his head and wiping the excess from his eyes. <br><br>The herbs in the water swirled across the surface, the fresh sharp scent already working on his mind, revitalising, sharpening the senses.<br><br>Looking at the male slave who had smiled at him and who had spoken to Cariad - <em>seems like I will not be needed to help with her after all</em> -, Galo began to cover his arms and chest with the oil, a slight smirk playing over his lips as he regard the other, very blatantly aroused man,&nbsp; “And what do they call you?”<br><br>So eager that one, yet calm in a way. Galo wandered if he had been trained as a sex slave, a well treated one at that. It would explain much.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 19:37:37</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus watches the man and tells him is name, eventually</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div>Amplus listened to the man as he responded to Nakia. In the corner of his eye, he watched the man as he, like the women before him, submerged into the waters. For a few second, he was worried as the man did not come up right away. Perhaps he slipped, he thought, but before Amplus made a move to save him, he returned to the surface to his relief. <br><br>As soon as he was sure that the man was more than comfortable, he focused his eyes once again on Cariad. Within moments however, the man seemed to be addressing him, so he turned his head to face his enquirer. The man seemed friendly so he had no objection to answering. His main issue was that, when spoken too, he seemed to assume that whom ever it was, was always his better, so like before with Nakia he would most likely call him Master whether he was or not, or Mistress in the case of Nakia. A title that she was quick to correct, he recalled. <br><br>So there he was with the dust ball moving from left to right in his head and back again, as he contemplated how best to answer. No wonder the man has a stutter, from time to time, if he has such a problem just answering his name.&nbsp; “A-Amplus, Master, they call me Amplus.” <br><br>Due to this stressful and traumatic moment, he felt that his cock had softened a little. However, after a deep intact of air, he was back to his full strength in no time at all. What was that smell that filled his nose as he took it in? <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 19:57:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, still in the Infirmary with Sorcha</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>Autolycus watched Galo go with a kind of relief. He would need to talk to the man at some point, if only because they had a working relationship and it would be impractical to have this awkwardness between them, but he couldn't manage it right now and was glad his assistant didn't ask any questions. <br><br>His head whipped round as Sorcha banged the lock only to see she'd hurt herself trying to escape. He sighed. Even drugged it seemed getting away from here was foremost in her mind. "It won't do any good," he said gravely, shaking his head as he watched her massage her shoulder. Even if she managed to get out of the cage, out of the infirmary, there were walls and barred gates and guards all around the compound. She'd get caught. Punished more severely than she'd been before. Even if, against all odds, she managed to get out of the ludus the woman looked more foreign than anyone he'd ever seen, didn't speak Latin... She was only likely to get caught again, sold again as a slave to another man. <br><br>He tried to catch her eyes, wanting to make some contact. As she didn't understand his words he could try some gestures maybe, speaking wasn't the only way to communicate. <br><br>Suddenly, as if to prove him wrong, she spoke to him in Latin. Twisted, distorted Latin but Latin nonetheless and his eyes went wide. <br><br>"You can speak..." he said, a bit foolishly, as he stared at her. Of course she could speak! He'd heard her speak, just not anything intelligible.<br><br>It took him a while, shocked as he was to hear her speak the language of the Empire, to realize she'd asked for water. As soon as he did he hurried to poor her an earthen cup of the stuff. Placing it by the cage where she could reach it through the bars. Just like he'd done before, with the drugged wine, he realized with an odd sense of deja-vu as he waited for her to take the cup. 
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 20:52:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br>Her eyes met his they were dark so very dark against her pale face, a face that was dirty again, she still had the remnants of vomit about her mouth and her shoulder though Sorcha had managed to put in back into its socket herself was turning black. There was a fear upon her face not from grass eyes, he had a voice that was not angry and he had been in her dreams. <br><br>No the fear remained from her situation, in this filthy cage, she could not even really fathom why. There had been many worse on the journey, those that had behaved like the sickness… perhaps it was because they feared her…because she was pure like the snow before the blood. It was so confusing, horribly so especially as they spoke in words she did not understand.<br><br>&nbsp;Sorcha hated being so filthy and the stench in here in this box was worse because of the heat.<br><br>Being desperate the pict took the water, in fact she only took some to drink the rest was to clean up the vomit from her face. “Water….out…good.” It took her some time to get the words out, not that she was without intelligence in fact she had been classed as one with more than a little intellect in her tribe that and cunning too. <br><br><br>She reached out her hand then to the Greek, “Good?” it was then she spoke in her native language which was just strange like nothing he had heard before. Yet Sorcha was trying to communicate, as it was for now she would rather be in chains than in the cage. Again Latin found its way in “Good dog…” her head tilted to one side. <br><br>Inside the cage she had already stated making patterns to warn people here. There wwas nothing else she could do for they spoke in strange words. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 22:25:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad finding a Snake in the Water.</strong></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div>“H-Hello P-Pallens, Apologise C-Cariad. Need cloth, you do not. This you take.” Automatically stepping towards the man who had called her by her name, unsure as to what a Pallens was, Cariad smiled, her hand outstretched to grasp the cloth but being beaten to it by Nakia. <br>Cariad focussed on the man before her as Nakia's gentle touch brushed the cloth and the hot water over the wounds on her back. Cariad's eyes briefly shutting as she concentrated on her breathing, doing her best not to cry out. Wrapping her arms around her, protecting herself from the pain that was searing her mind. <br>Opening her eyes when the pain had stopped, Cariad turned to see Nakia handing her the cloth.<br>"<em>Thank you</em>" <br>Turning her back on Nakia as she dipped into the water. Cariad's eyes falling on the man before her, a gentle and soft smile breaking her worried gaze. The soft and soaking cloth dipping into the hot water before she began to scrub away the remnants of her journey to her new home. Her golden skin beginning to glisten under the droplets of water as the dust and dirt, was smeared from her skin. Lifting her arms to clean her armpits and under her breasts, keeping her gaze from the man before her as the hand holding the cloth dipped below the water to clean between her legs. Clearning them of the stickiness she had provoked earlier on in the day. After thoroughly cleansing her skin, Cariad turned to Nakia and the other male.<br>"<em>Have you any soap?</em>"<br>Cariad's head itching, eager to be cleansed. Dipping below the water, trying to free some of the tangles and matting from her hair. As she surfaced the now free hair swticking to her face, neck and shoulders. Coming face to chest with Amplus.<br>"<em>I am so sorry!</em>"<br><br>Now Cariad's skin were clear, her golden skin flushed red as her naivity shone through, placing her slender hand on Amplus' stomach, as she began to push herself away, muttering apologies under her breath.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 01:10:58</strong>
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				((Set prior the guard intervetion of the fight in the mess hall))<br><strong>~Porcius, escorting Marcus to the Baths, Marcus written by grovercjuk~</strong> <div class="floatright"> (http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Porcius-1.jpg)</div><br><br><br><strong>"Slaves, have him cleaned, shaven and oiled for inspection by the Dominus." </strong><br><br>Porcious indicated to a couple of slaves drawn by the fight, who darted off to collect supples. He frowned slightly at the back of the retreating Gaius; That had been disrespectful, to not even acknowledge the Guards. Perhaps a time was coming that he needed to be reminded that, Doctore or not, he was still a slave and as such, stood far beneath a Guard, a Roman Citizen, such as Porcius. But, that could wait, for now.<br><br>The two Guards behind Marcus had already retreated to the main gate, disappointed; if a slave did not kick off in the outer courtyard, sometimes the sight of the looming gate, their prison doors, would send them into a frenzy. The other two stood ready, looking more to the corner of the ludus and the sounds of combat beyond, then they were on their charge. <br><br>As the attending slaves approached, Porcius snapped at his fellows, bringing them back to their current situation. “Sergius, return to your post. Calpurnius, you accompany me with him.” <br><br>The men nodded and as Sergius went back to the gate, Calpurnius knocked the bound slave on his arm to make him move.<br><br>As they marched across the sands the sight of the brawl came into full view. Oh it was tempting, oh so tempting, to just wade in and batter the worthless shit for acting up. But, unless ordered, that was not his job. Pity. He shared a glance with Calpurnius. The two were of a like mind.<br><br>So sights set firmly on the baths, the guards led the latest addition across the sands. The two slaves caught up to them as they crossed the threshold of the baths.<br><br>Calpurnius remained by the door while Porcius escorted Marcus into the room. Spotting Rioghan being painted Porcious grinned, “Hay, Rioghan. We have some competition for you, better then those limp dicked, ass spreaders from earlier.” Porcious chuckled as he harshly jarred and jerked the gladiators chains as he removed them. Speaking to Marcus again, he said, taunting, “Or maybe that is why you were sold, eh, handsome? You’re past it but they were too fond of your bed company to finish you themselves, so sent you here as entertainment? A gesture of good will?” Porcius paused, waiting.<br><br><strong>Marcus remained silent offering no resistance as his chains where removed. he seemed to be staring at something a thousand yards away.<br><br>But then for a moment his eyes looked into Porcious's eyes. They where dead, disinterested and come how they conveyed the fact that where he standing or screaming his guts out on the floor it made no difference. Then Marcus went back to staring at nothing.</strong><br><br>Annoyance flickered in Porcius’ gut, and a slight sense of discomfort. It this it? Did the man have no fire? Sill aggravated after seeing Gaius, Porcius growled, stepping right into Marcus’ face, looking up slightly at the other man, their faces just a hairbreadth apart. For a moment he paused there, bristling, before leaning up the last inch to press a harsh, forceful kiss to the other’s mouth. It lasted only a second, after which Porcius stepped back, laughing and wiping his mouth on the back of his wrist. Slapping Calpurnius on the arm as he went past, the two left the slaves to their work.<br><br><strong>Marcus just stared into space, just a he had when Trillion the head guard had bent him over the table and ass fucked him. Whispering as he did, "Just to show you who is boss slave." It had been painful but Marcus would have bitten off his tongue rather than give Trillion the satisfaction. His none reaction had driven Trillion into a rage and he had soundly&nbsp; beaten Marcus until he got the moan he wanted. <br><br>Although Marcus had smiled three weeks later when Trillion had been found upside down in a water butt drowned.<br><br>The Ludus had been in an uproar but nothing could be proved and everyone slaves and guards had hated him so there where plenty of suspects.<br><br>As he watched Porcius leave Marcus wondered just how well the guard was liked.</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 01:51:48</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus gets a little closer to Cariad</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div>While he waited for the man to respond, he was distracted for a moment by Cariad as she came up from the water. Narrowly missing his cock, to his relief, until finally hovering but inches from it unaware of it’s presence as she seemed to innocently place her hand on his stomach. <br><br>Her apology was not required as her touch was happily received to the welcoming twitch of his penis. He smiled at her before responding to her words “Necessary, your apologise are not” as she slide up to his chest. From this angle he thought that she might finally see it and take it in her mouth, but instead she simply pushed herself away still unaware of the possibilities that presented themselves. So innocent, he thought, how sweet as she took her place by his side.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 02:15:40</strong>
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				<strong>~ Slave Eira; still dodging the cook ~<br>~ Villa Kitchens ~</strong><br><br>To be fair, Eira wasn't really all that cruel. At least, she had her soft spots, far too many in fact to even begin to be classed as another household opportunist. Too many slaves competed to be in the Domina's good books, only for their plans to eventually backfire. Alas, Cilo's desperate begging had her rolling ice-blue eyes from the Northern shores, in tune with the release of a quiet, sympathetic sigh. Basic survival as a slave counted on mischief at times, and over the years, she had learnt those important lessons. Now, she passed the torch over to Cilo. One day, he would thank her for it, even if it meant suffering a sore rear or two in the short term. <br><br>“You owe me,” she muttered, before taking a quick glance around him. The cook was busy again,&nbsp; so now was her chance. “I hope you remember how to get back to the courtyard at least, or you will owe me twice.” <br><br>Not waiting for a direct answer though, Eira slipped away from Cilo slightly, to quietly move behind the red-haired woman instead. Mixed within the small group of slave girls, she blended in while also attempting to catch another's attention in her slightly hushed voice. Having earned the brief glare of the head cook, the small group had calmed down slightly to focus on their tasks. The odd naughty little giggle broke out now and then though, as eyes occasionally met. An inside joke that Eira did not care to join. <br><br>“<em>Psst</em>... Aishwa! You have a message for Nakia, yes?” Though she did pause a moment, she also didn't really wait for a confirmation, either way.&nbsp; “Then, please could you take clean garments to the baths with you? I could fetch them, if you like, and Cilo will promise to owe you for it too.” Turning back to the male slave, her rhetorical tone was lightened by the gentler smile upon her pale lips. “Won't you.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 02:38:27</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo in the Baths with Amplus, Nakia and Carid, considering how best to pull Amplus' strings~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br><br><br><strong>“A-Amplus, Master, they call me Amplus.” </strong><br><br>The stutter was interesting, the nervous trait drew out something predatory in him. Galo regarded the man; such deference, such a submissive demeanor.<em> Yes,</em> thought Galo, <em>a sex slave, possibly trained young...</em> he didn’t know weather to envy or pity the young man. <br><br>Watching him with Carid for a moment, Galo considered his options, as he finished oiling his chest, shoulders and arms. Whatever life he had before, this one would be very different, of that Galo was certain. This could prompt changes in a person, especially if Amplus had, as Galo was suspecting, known little or nothing else. Well, if this man were to be here, in this house, then why not have a hand in sculpting that change for his own benefit? A good place to start, was with what would be familiar to the man. <em>Oh, Amplus, such a fitting name, though I think Temptatio would fit you better...<br></em><br>“I do rank higher then you, Amplus, but do not call me Master,” He smirked and joked, “not in company anyway.” He snorted in laughter, then said, "I am called Galo." He regarded the other for a heartbeat more before adding, firm but friendly, “Come here. I need my back oiled.”
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 04:01:24</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus’ request to oil Galo</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div>Finally the man spoke again, so Amplus’ turned his head to acknowledge and listen. He took note of the man’s name, Galo, and remembered to only call him Master when they were alone. He did not reflect on why Galo had taken so long to respond to him giving his name, as he was mostly focused on the sudden closeness of Cariad to be shortly followed by her backing away. <br><br>Once Galo had concluded his conversation with him, Amplus followed his instruction and moved towards him, without hesitation. Seeing the oil was conveniently positioned next to the man meant he could size the task in hand more quickly and begin as instructed. He only needed to ask him to get comfortable then he could begin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 05:18:07</strong>
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				<strong>~Cingetorix brawling with Velasco and now grappling with Ammon in the mess hall~</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/CingetorixHeadshot-1.jpg)</div>Despite two and one half years of servitude under the harsh rule of his previous dominus, Felix Livianus Palidorius, a wealthy and influential plebian living in Salmantica, Lusitania, Cingetorix was sustained by the burning, seething rage that stained his soul and hardened his heart. Even the mighty Romans had not been able to conquer his hate.<br>It was that burning hate combined with the surging adrenalin that fueled his assault on Velasco. The man had grossly underestimated Cingeotrix, woefully unaware of the extreme reaction his provocation would elicit. <br><br><br class="clear_left">Velasco clutched frantically at Cingetorix’s foot in a desperate attempt to free himself of the pressure that was closing his windpipe. His eyes bulged in his head as he struggled to draw in another breath of air, searching for help from Plautus and Tacitus that did not come. Plautus had been knocked out cold by the scalding hot cauldron that Ryann had brought crashing down against head, screaming like a banshee as she flung herself into the fray. Tacitus all but hand his hands on Cingetorix when he was sent hurling into a table of other gladiators by Ammon,&nbsp; the very man who now had him locked in a rear naked choke hold. <br><br>Cingetorix instinctively brought both his big, strong hands up beneath his chin, pulling at the arm that pressed against his neck. As he pulled the arm down, he pressed his head back towards Ammon’s face, giving him room to breath. Their oiled bodies made it difficult for Ammon to maintain his grip on him and even as Ammon threatened to kill Cingetorix himself if he continued to behave “like an animal” Cigetorix threw his weight back into Ammon causing them both to fall to the ground and putting the Egyptian mostly on his shoulders. Bringing his legs parallel to the ground, Cingetorix&nbsp; then exploded backwards across Ammon’s body, positioning his weight across the other man’s chest and finally slipping from the choke hold. He scrablmed quickly, rolling away from Ammon and out onto the sands of the training grounds.<br><br>His stance was wide and he stood ready for anything and anyone, glaring at Ammon as he wiped a trickle of blood from his busted lip. “If you think I’m going to tuck tail and cower to every challenge and threat hurled against me, then you are a fool! I would rather die like a man, standing tall and proud than to let any man shit and piss on me. So if you feel you must kill me, then do your worst! I have no quarrel with you gladiator, but know that if you come at me I will not roll over and simply allow you to slay me without fighting you with all of the strength and wits at my disposal! You will see exactly how much fire and aggression I possess.” He yelled in an angry, growl at the man. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 05:59:00</strong>
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				<strong>~ Slave Cilo; seeking help from slaves Eira and Aishwa ~<br>~Villa Kitchens – Inner courtyard~</strong><br><br>Cilo’s worried expression gave way to relief as Eira softened her look and rolled those captivating blue eyes with a sigh. He gave her a gentle smile as she released his arm and muttered to him, <em>“You owe me.”</em> A gentle nod was his silent agreement of her price. <em>“I hope you remember how to get back to the courtyard at least, or you will owe me twice,”</em> she said in a slightly aggravated tone. “Of course, Eira. Thank you, so much. Thank you.” He took her hand and bowed his head out of gratitude, much relieved at the thought that he might escape the wrath of his Dominus and Domina for his oversight.<br><br>Glancing to Aishwa as Eira whispered to her in hushed tones, he heard the conspiratorial whispers from the other slaves. Giving Aishwa his best puppy dog eyes, he nods pleadingly and whispers, “Yes, I’ll do anything you ask of me Aishwa, I swear it. ANYTHING.” He repeated to emphasize his desperation. “Please do this for me, Aishwa?” He faced the exit that would take him to the courtyard, hesitating, hoping for Aishwa’s reply in his favor. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 07:21:16</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon in the Mess</strong><br><br>Ammon found that locking someone into a hold while oiled? Was a bad idea. Winding up on his back as a result, he grunted but wasn't hurt. Mostly taken off balance as the little shit got loose. Kipping up, Ammon made his way out onto the sand after him and watched him silently as he talked before erupting into laughter as he clutched his waist. This continued for a moment before Ammon looked at Cingetorix and stated <strong>"You stupid little pissant! The life you knew? It is over. You won't be going back to it. You're to embrace pain, and suffering as we all have and should you survive? Earn the mark and count yourselves our equal! You think because you can throw a punch that means anything? It means shit in the arena! I'll allow the Dominus to deal with you, you'll learn yet. Your comments? We can revisit them in the arena, pissant."</strong> Spitting at his feet as he turns to go back to the mess hall and deal with Ryann now. Grumbling to himself all the while, this wasn't his damned job.
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 13:07:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, trying to talk to Sorcha<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>Autolycus watched as she took the cup, using most of it to wash her face. “More water?” He asked, gesturing to for her to give the cup back so he might fill it again. He needed to get some food in her as well, but that’d have to wait until she was feeling better. <br><br><em>Good</em>, she said, <em>Good… Dog?</em> He frowned. Was that some kind of promise to behave? Or was that wishful thinking on his part? He watched as she scratched more of those strange swirls into the wood of the cage and wondered it was some kind of foreign writing, and if so what was she trying to tell him? Simple things. If he wanted to understand her better, communicate with her then he should start with simple things... <br><br>He waited 'till she looked up from her writing, then pointed to his chest. "Autolycus," he said, slowly and clearly, then pointed to her and raised his eyebrows, questioning.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 13:32:06</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br>Sorcha passed the cup carefully back through the bars, she was still unsure more than unsure and afraid but needed to find away out. The large man that beat her and [put her here was marked oh yes he was more than marked and she would leave a few <em>marks</em>&nbsp; on him and take a little of him with her. However the pict still felt a little strange and being cooped in this stinking pit was not helping.&nbsp; She heaved again but there was nothing to bring up. However there was a vile taste left in her mouth.<br><br>She watched Grass eyes the word he used was strange though the pict tried to repeat it, and for first attempt it was reasonable. It was not hard to understand that was his name or the name he went by, for she had been given many names.&nbsp; Still after repeating his name as he spoke it, the woman called him grass eyes in her own tongue as she had when he had taken her.<br><br>Rolling her shoulder painfully&nbsp; again the woman spoke, first in Latin, if it could be called that, she slapped her own cheek, “Bad” then petted her head “Good”, It was only then she showed one of the markings on the cage and pointed to herself “Sorcha.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 22:24:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marcus in the baths doing impression of spare prick at a wedding.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus returned to looking at the wall as the two slaves carried out their task. He glanced down at the two of them as they shaved him of the couple of day’s growth from the journey. So this was his new home, at least now he had a fair idea of how places like this worked.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Unlike the first days when he was fresh from the Legion and new to the life of a Gladiator. That had been hard, both physically and emotionally. But as his body had hardened his emotions had become so callused over he sometimes wondered did he have any left?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He still had the burning drive to survive that was the only emotion he was actually sure he felt any more. One of the slaves seemed to be enjoying the oiling way too much and as Marcus looked down the man smiled at him. Searching Marcus’s face and then eyes for any flicker of interest.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But there was no interest, in fact Marcus’s eyes reminded the man of a Lion he had once seen in a cage. The Lion’s eyes had been like that, flat, disinterested as it had lain on its side in the cage. One of the trainers had come to stand by him and commented. “Looks lazy does it not, but open that cage and it would be a snarling mass of fury that would kill us all for imprisoning it.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The man bent his head quickly and his movements stopped being a caress and became business like just as his fellow slave was. Then the job done the two slaves scuttled out of the room leaving him alone.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marcus looked around the room, seemingly he was alone or was there guards waiting outside to jump him if he attempted to leave and thus gave them the excuse. Although from the sounds of it there seemed to be a brawl going on, so maybe not?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But he was taking no chances, so like the ex-legionary he was he stiffened to attention and basically switched off.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 18:59:59</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; at the baths with Cariad, Galo, Amplus </strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/SoaringDragon/RPG%20Characters/Post%20Pics/postpicG.jpg)</div> Nakia chuckled at Galo’s light banter coming back at her. Good, she thought, he’s not going to be uptight and distant. Perhaps later, but not right now at least. Finished washing, she submerged herself again and stayed down longer than the first, making sure all the soap was off her body. <br><br>Surfacing once more, she found a cloth being held out to her and it was attached to Cariad. She took the cloth and nodded at the thank you. She took it over to the side of the pool, and then grabbed the soap concoction for hair just as Cariad asked for some. Grabbing a bit more she turned and watched the play between Cariad and Amplus. Her brow quirking the only sign of her awareness, the rest of her still and watching. When Cariad moved away she waded over and split what she held between the two of them. “Here. Soap. Hair.” <br><br>She then backed away and listened and watched the exchange between Gallo and Amplus. Scrubbing her hair vigorously, as she finished, she gave Galo a mock pout. “Replacing me already?” Her eyes twinkled with a tease down deep, and one would have to really look at her or know her well to know she was teasing. She ducked back under the water as soon as her words were out, and rinsed her hair. Finally she surfaced and laid back to float on the surface of the water. She inhaled deeply several times of the herbs in the water, relaxing and allowing them to work as intended.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 20:59:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad - with Nakia, Amplus and Galo in the Baths</strong></div><div class="floatright">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div>Cariad gratefully accepted the soap from Nakia, nodding her head whilst mumbling a thank you. Her eyes on Amplus as he aides Galo.<br>Slowly lathering up her hair, breathing in the scent from her head deeply, the aroma washing over her. The suds slowly running down the gentle curve in her back and down her front. <br>Turning to immerse herself in the water, she saw Nakia floating in her back, her breasts exposed. Cariad couldn't help but give a little splash to the woman who had been so forthcoming and generous to her.<br><br>Delving beneath the surface of the water to continue the rinsing off of her hair, Cariad stood up, smiling broadly at the thought of soaking everyone, but decided against it and moved to the edge of the bath, away from everyone. Thinking about her new surroundings and how generous everyone was, except of course the guards. 
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 11:39:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/39358397-39358402-large.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Domina Livia Metalla</strong> <em>arriving at rival Ludus with Patrocles Aktianos</em></span></span><br><br>Another blistering day of white heat rained down upon the heads of those who traversed from place to place, the city was a wash with traders, merchants and consumers. Livia did not usually leave the house without at least two of her guards in tow and her personal slave, as well as those that carried her sedan chair. but today because of her destination, she purposefully left her guards behind and issued the order to prepare Patrocles in suitable garb to act as her guard. He was a formidable sight always and of late he had begun to set her pulse racing. The heated journey would be doubly so knowing that her champion in so many ways was close at hand. Her true purpose for bringing him was merely to gloat at the other Ludus; it was not a past time that she had ever indulged in and she usually abhorred those who bragged or boasted but it was all part of the process she had been assured by her Doctore. All part of the game that was played out between the owners before the actual arena battles, a sort of foreplay of minds and wit. The journey today was of singular consequence Manius Sertorius Atellus had procured a new gladiator in a bet, a gladiator she had viewed with intent to purchase. Her keen eye had discovered this specimen and her doctore had approved her choice, only to have the warrior snapped from beneath her very hands with gratitude to the folly of man and their desire to barter. Livia intended to set matters right. There was no need for her to argue her cause, no coin had been exchanged merely an ego bruised. She would relay her ambition to vest a gladiator of her Ludus against this latest prize to the Ludus Tarraconensis with the design of the victor procuring both gladiators.<br><br>As they approached the formidable dwelling on the outskirts of the city she smiled, once upon a time her beloved husband would have been the guest about to lay such a wager at the door of Manius, today he would have to voice his dealings with her. Pale eyes remained trained on her sculpted nails, poised with the dignity of her station she stayed seated in her sedan chair as her personal servant declared her presence with a tug on the gong by the outer gates. A flicker of a smile graced her full lips, it had been some time since she had seen either Manius or Valeria and she found herself looking forward to the reunion. <br><br>The smell of the Ludus was familiar to her and even now from the outer gates she could inhale its sweat, blood and sand.&nbsp; As she sat she fixed her toga, adjusting the clasp to her mint green stola, the&nbsp; palla she wore adorned with tasteful trinkets that testified to her wealth and station. Caris (http://thetorchonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/naevia.jpg) stood alongside of her Domina's sedan,&nbsp; ready to serve, to do as she was bid. This was her first time in another Ludus, it had taken considerable time to become accustomed to the ways of her Domina's home but with the gentle attention and firm care of her mistress, she had made the leap from sullen slave girl to the Domina's personal slave in record time. Her dark eyes followed every instance in the room as they awaited the Domina and Dominus of Tarraconensis. Not a word would be spoken by her or the guards, they would obey without question and would meet Livia's needs without fault, yet she could not quell the depth of apprehension that this place caused within her. <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 17:39:44</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo getting himself cleaned up - mostly.~</strong>&nbsp; <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br><br><br>Galo pulled himself up onto the side out of the water and began applying some of the oil to his legs and to the tops of his feet. He watched the others as he did so, as relaxed as he could be in this situation. It was good to see the women smile and enjoy themselves.<br><strong><br>&nbsp;“Replacing me already?” </strong><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>He grinned at Nakia’s teasing pout, looking up at her from where he had been applying oil to his ankles. “Not at all. You are merely being, as always, a wonder of efficiency in dealing with both yourself and our new friend there. I was loath to interrupt when frankly my grubby self is in need of far more attention then is fair right now.” He nodded his head with a smile at Amplus as the other man moved towards him, reaching for the oil, “This young man on the other hand seems almost fit to go as he is,” speaking to Amplus he said, “So I thought I might as well employ your hands, if you do not mind?” There was a hidden test in that question - was the man as subdued as Galo suspected he was?<br><br>Looking back at Nakia, he raised his eyebrows with a teasing little smile. “It hardly seems right to ask for your help now, when it was <em>I</em> who offered to help <em>you</em>.”
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 18:40:43</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus starts to oil Galo's back while his cock has other ideas</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div>Once out of the bath, Amplus was relieved to see that for now his cock had softened enough so he could relax. Whether it would become aroused again once he touched Galo, now that was a different matter. He would just have to wait and see, he thought. <br><br>With the oil still in hand, he waited for Galo to finish his conversing with Nakia and then listened as Galo directed his words towards him. Amplus acknowledge his nod with a gentle tipping of his head and the smallest of smiles. He was more than prepared to service this man in any way he wished. Upon hearing the question ‘if you do not mind?’ he quietly replied “I-I do not m-mind Ma-mas- er, Galo, not in the s-s-slightest.”<br><br>So he took the oil into his hand and began to apply the oil to his assumed new master. As he touched the man, his cock uncontrollably twitched and began to grow. Poor Amplus. As he rubbed the oil into Galo’s back, he felt his cock nudge again the man’s back. Trying to remove it only made it worst as it began to slide along the man’s body until finally it was free of Galo's body and with that Amplus sighed. He really had to be taught how to control himself or it. However, Bastian has never needed to train him in that. In fact he encouraged such behaviour.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 19:42:14</strong>
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				<strong>~ Nakia; at the baths with Cariad, Galo, Amplus </strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/SoaringDragon/RPG%20Characters/Post%20Pics/postpicG.jpg)</div> She sputtered a bit and stood herself up as Cariad splashed her slightly. Her brow cocked briefly, but she let it go. The woman was new, and had yet to learn that Nakia wasn’t overly friendly with most of the slaves here. Galo and the Medicus being the closest she was too. For now, she allowed Caraid her peace, there would be plenty of time for her to learn. <br><br>She turned and looked at Galo and shook her head. “Well, in truth you are a bit rough around the edges at the moment. But that isn’t always a bad thing.” She pauses to watch Amplus ,and after a bit turns away. That man was sex on two legs. Hope the Domina could put such too good work. She looks over at Cariad and watches her for a few before deciding she should probably think about getting out and drying off. And where was that slave with Cariad’s new clothes?<br>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 22:12:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marcus noted the arrival of the slave, presumably with some kind of order for him. He was right in that respect, the slave drew himself up to his impressive 5 feet 2 inches and stuck out his pigeon chest.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You gladiator, you are to accompany me to the mess hall.” Letting his eyes rest on the slave Marcus asked, “For?” He slave swelled up even more, “Not to serve the mistress that is for certain, you would spill everything. That is what I was told and now I have told you.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marcus nodded and then walked towards the slave. As he drew near the slave wilted. Then Marcus stood looking down at the slave and then after a pause said, “Where you not to lead me some where?” The slave turned and scuttled away with Marcus following.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As they walked Marcus chastised himself, that was so brave making a house slave cower and for all you know he could be the head guards bed companion. Be aware, be watchful, be silent until you know he mentally said to himself.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He could hear the sound of combat as they approached and his ears had not lied to him. The mess was a melee of struggling men, Gladiators by their build. The Slave turned and very wisely ran off down the corridor.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marcus for his part leaned against a wall and watched with professional curiosity. These where the men he would have to kill one day, he might was well get a handle on how they fought.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 05:34:34</strong>
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				<strong>~ Aishwa in the kitchen, looking to find Nakia or Galo to advise them of the visitors in need of welcoming ~</strong><br><br>A knowing smirk flitted across the faces of several of the slaves clustered together in the kitchen, accompanied by another round of naughty giggles.&nbsp; Aishwa smiled in response, but at the same time her dark brows furrowed slightly as she wasn’t quite sure of the cause of their sudden amusement.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“Psst... Aishwa! You have a message for Nakia, yes? Then, please could you take clean garments to the baths with you? I could fetch them, if you like, and Cilo will promise to owe you for it too.”</strong><br><br>Aishwa’s brows swooped upward in surprise as Eira suddenly peered from behind the cute redhead, speaking to her in a hushed whisper. “Eira!” She exclaimed happily, then flung her small hand quickly to cover her mouth as if to stifle any further outburst, her eyes darting guiltily toward the cook. Aishwa was one of the newest house slaves at the ludus, but her guileless naivete combined with her willingness to always pitch in to help where needed had earned her a comfortable position within the group of more seasoned slaves. After Nakia, Eira was the house slave Aishwa most looked up to, so her face beamed in pleasure at the chance to both discharge her duty as well as aid Eira. “So...Nakia is in the baths?” she deduced from Eira’s words.<br><br><strong>“Yes, I’ll do anything you ask of me Aishwa, I swear it. ANYTHING.&nbsp; Please do this for me, Aishwa?”</strong> <br><br>A giggle bubbled over Aishwa’s lips at the earnest look on Cilo’s face and his pleading tone. Something about the man reminded her of a playful puppy that hadn’t quite learned how to behave. Not the sharpest of minds perhaps, but sweet nonetheless. “I’m happy to to do it, Eira,” she smiled at the beautiful blonde warmly, then gave Cilo a wink as she hurried on her way, not wanting too much time to pass with the guests waiting for her to deliver their message.<br><br>After quickly grabbing a few garments - she wasn’t sure exactly how many were needed - Aishwa headed toward the baths. Once outside, she squinted her eyes against the bright sunlight, her swift steps faltering as the unmistakeable sounds of fighting reached her ears. Suddenly, a large form hurled its way from inside the mess and onto the sands in front of her. With a frightened squeak and eyes going wide, Aishwa stopped dead in her tracks, clutching the garments close to her chest as if in protection. Large ebony eyes stared at the proud gladiator as he spewed his angry words, as every line of his body bespoke of violence barely contained.<br><br><strong>”You will see exactly how much fire and aggression I possess!”</strong><br><br>Tilting her head slightly, her eyes warmed with recognition at the one on the sands; this was the man she had shaved and oiled earlier this very day. As she ran her eyes over the chiseled planes of his body, she frowned in disapproval at the clumps of sand sticking to his oiled skin and the smearing of the smooth gloss she had worked so hard to apply.&nbsp; And then it dawned on her; the gladiator was completely naked in front of her. <br><br>Suddenly another gladiator emerged from within the mess; this one she knew was Ammon, the Egyptian. He too was furious, his violence held tightly leashed within his rock-hard body as he hurled threats and condemnations at the new man. And...he was totally naked as well. And as her eyes focused behind Ammon into the pandemonium within the mess...oh wait...they ALL were naked! It was a parade of bare flesh wherever her eyes moved to look, and suddenly she became flustered, a pink blush blooming on her cheeks and her mouth falling open as she stared.&nbsp; Closing her mouth with a click of teeth, Aishwa found the moment suddenly quite humorous, and not able to contain a rush of giggles, she dashed past the mess of nakedness and straight to the baths. <br><br>Entering the baths, she looked around for Nakia as she worked to compose herself. A mischievous smile turning up the corner of her mouth, she hoped that the fighting and resultant mussing of the gladiator’s presentation meant that they would have to be cleaned and oiled once more; for that was at least one task of the many over the course of her long day which she wouldn’t mind repeating.<br><br>Walking toward Nakia, Galo, and two of the new slaves, Aishwa glanced quickly at them all, eyeing appreciatively the beauty she beheld from each one of them. Unconsciously, she bowed momentarily before addressing the head house slave. “Nakia, I am told you have requested garments? And, there are several guests in the outer courtyard who have requested that I announce their presence so that they may gain entrance and be provided refreshment from the heat.” Abruptly her eyes caught sight of something bobbing and twitching with a life of its own between Galo and the new male slave standing behind him. It was huge. It was hard. It was...<em>no, it couldn’t actually be</em>....suddenly the memory of the slaves gossiping about a monster serpent in the baths rose in her mind. She had apparently just encountered “Ampleforpuss” - and indeed, it truly was! Her sweet laughter spilled out, as she was unable to contain herself any longer. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 15:03:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, with Sorcha in the Infirmary</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>"Sorr-kha..." Autolycus tried, rolling the unfamiliar vowels around in his mouth. "Sorr-kha." A strange name. A wild name... Yes, it was fitting enough, he decided, looking at the creature in the cage with his head to one side. <br><br>He took the cup as she handed it back and refilled it with water before holding it out to her once more. But as she reached out to take it he did not let go. Instead his free hand closed over hers and lingered there. He held it for an uncomfortably long time and all that time he watched her intently, wanting to know her reaction to her touch and, more than that, wanting to know if she remembered anything, anything at all of what had just happened between the two of them.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 15:52:40</strong>
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				<strong> Sorcha ...still the cooler queen ...and making patterns.</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br><br>Sorcha did not object to the touch, in fact she relished it, it was contact, and in her dreams he had been there with her, he had been her mate for a while. This was a woman that needed contact, she was as a pack animal, a herd animal….or rather she was not really an animal rather she understood them. To bind her and cage her was nothing but cruelty. Her other hand reached to those of Autolycus, being locked up in a stinking box was something she did not understand. <br><br>She looked at him for some time and finally took the cup then used some of the water to wash a little more of her self also she drank the remaining of it.<br><br>Her gaze turned back to the man than had not beaten her and had a strange scent, <em>Do I know you Grass Eyes? I will take you with me, as I take my children and my mate as well as my land.</em>&nbsp; This man had been there he surely had seen the horrors she had.<br><br>With that in mind she smashed the cup and took a shard and then started carving a marking into her flesh, the flesh of her thigh, the remnants of the drugs still there and aiding to the pattern. Sorcha pointed to it, “Autolycus” she then said <em>Grass eyes</em>. After a slow pause, <em> I will take you with me always. </em>&nbsp; “Good dog…out…”&nbsp; she continued to carve into her skin. Being in this cage was even after but a few hours&nbsp; so painful to a the feral young woman, that Sorcha was.&nbsp; "OUT..."
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 02:03:12</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo sat next to the bath with Amplus, Nakia and Cariad~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br><br>His legs oiled, Galo took a razor to the dusting of hair growing on his shins, the blade removing hair, oil, sweat and dirt. Efficient. <br><br>The hands on his back were very pleasant, skilled... well trained. Amplus did the job asked and the massage was what he was expecting from a sex slave; why do the basics when you can pull every trick to stimulate and to please? He sighed as the other man worked, both from the skilled hands working his back and the situation. Things could get difficult in the future for Amplus and it would take some care and thought to be certain he gained as much as he could from any potential storm.<br><br>His mind was drawn away from the man behind him when Nakia addressed him; <strong>“Well, in truth you are a bit rough around the edges at the moment. But that isn’t always a bad thing.” </strong><br><br>Galo couldn’t help but smile at her, “My thanks, but, duties require otherwise...”<br><br>A nudge to his lower back however, drew him back to the matter of Amplus and distracted him from his thoughts. He stilled his razor, which he set aside - such a sharp impalement was best used without distraction. His smile was slightly pursed as he huffed a sigh, a slight bloom of heat touching his cheeks and chest. Of course he was not unaffected, he’d had sex with men before, and of his own choosing; the stirring in his own groin was proof enough of that. This was not the time to indulge however, and Amplus needed to learn some control or he may be met with some painful punishments. It was not as though the other man was entirely unaware of how inappropriate this was or so it seemed as he squirmed to avoid contact (and Galo tried not to squirm himself at the feeling this was causing, the man’s cock rubbing over his lower back like a painter’s instrument), sighing when he finally maneuvered into a less intimate position.<br><br>Galo’s arm whipped out, snake fast as he caught hold of the base of the other man’s erect penis in what he knew would be an almost painful grip; it was a guaranteed way to get Amplus’ attention. <br><br>Twisting where he sat, to look the other man in the eye, he spoke calmly but firmly, “You do not offend me nor are you in trouble, but this,” he squeezed slightly, “You need to learn to control this, some will not take kindly to you walking around like a man carrying a plank of wood between his thighs all the time. I can understand if this enthusiasm was encouraged before but here? This place, the people here, this is different. You wish to be castrated? Should a Roman grow too offended, that may happen.” he released the other man then. If that threat did not get through to him, there was likely very little that would.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 03:18:08</strong>
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				<strong>Manius on route to inspect his stock</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>Once she had satisfied him, Manius Sertorius Atellus dismissed the slave. As she left, he considered that she was not one of his particularly favourites. In fact he probably hated her, but she had satisfied him sexually. Well sort off. However, he found that he was still frustrated and considering that she had not helped him with that, he began to mull over some of the suggestions he had overheard from the more outspoken slaves. Fortunate for them they were the more attractive slaves amongst his folk so they had not incurred his wrath as of yet. But looks don’t last forever, he considered with a smile. He would deal with them on the first sign of wrinkles or the first grey hair, whichever came first. <br><br>He found that pulling out one of the trouble makers from time to time and publicly flogging them seemed to keep the others in check for a time. Perhaps that tactic was long overdue as he considered that tonight might be a good time to return to such an activity. He would suggest it to his beloved. What imagination the slaves had. If only he had heard the suggestions on the size of his manhood, or indeed the disrespectful remarks directed towards his beloved, then he might not have been so generous, with letting them chat so freely.&nbsp; <br><br>With the slave now gone from his sight, he promptly got dressed. Whilst doing so, he considered what he wanted to do next. Would he return to his beloved, to share his suggestion of a flogging, or would he check on his stock before it became too late in the day to do so. With the mood between the two still strained, he nodded to himself as he made up his mind. It was time for the man to do his duty and inspect the meat and check that they were integrating well with his more established property. As he put the final touches to his outfit, which was a simple deep red tunic wrapped around his waist, he beefed up his bare muscular chest before heading to the door.<br><br>As soon as he was out of his study, he headed down the corridor to the left in the direction of the stairwell. “Sex with horses, indeed” he muttered to himself as he walked down the corridor. In his current frustrated mood, perhaps he would have achieved the same with one of them. He dismissed the thought before it had even implanted completely in his mind. <br><br>Once down the stairs he found himself, like many times before, in the inner courtyard. Pausing for a moment to take in a full intake of air into his lungs before once again continuing his walk through the courtyard. As he stood there, images of his favourite, Rioghan, flooded his head. What a champion of champions he was. Almost worthy of his own achievements, until finally thoughts of his own journey to this day washed over him. His life as a soldier, then a slave and finally a gladiator in his own right until buying his freedom to finding himself on these lucrative sands as a Lanista at the age of thirty seven. He understood what it was to be a gladiator more than most and with such skill, that Rioghan processed, he know that he would some day lose him too freedom. If the Celt indeed wanted such a thing. <br><br>As the images faded from his mind, he took his first step into the courtyard. To his relief he had no need to go and hunt for the doctore as he found that he was heading towards him. As he approached, Manius commanded “Doctore! Turn on your heel as you can accompany me to the mess hall."<br><br>On their way to the mess hall, Manius spots Cilo entering the inner courtyard from the herb garden with a handful of guests. He paused on route once again and eyed a slave, that he called Canis, to his right who was cleaning the pond of moss. Canis was quick to notice the situation and turned his head to face his dominus.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/gal_90s_young_hercules_gosling.jpg)</div></div><br>Moving his arm towards the slave, Manius gestured with his finger to move. “Canis, come closer.” The slave obeyed without question. <br><br>Out of ear shot of the guests, he ordered “Find Galo for me and tell him that he needs to deal with the guests in the inner courtyard, as I have not the time for such things currently.”<br><br>He turns to the guests with a forced smile and raised his voice so that they could hear. “Apologies to all as I need to attend to a prior engagement that can not wait. However I will return once this has been concluded.” <br><br>He then turns to Canis again and lowers his voice once again. “See to it that I am informed as to where Galo takes the guests.” He then remembered that he had not told the slave where Galo might be, so he considered the possibilities. <br><br>After a few moments he spoke again. ”If you do not know the whereabouts of Galo, head to the servants baths, as I have word that he may be there. Do not take excuses for his delay in doing this task as the day is drawing to a close and we do not have time for such luxuries. Feel free to summon me should they require my company as I am quite sure that my inspection in the mess hall will take but moments.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 05:26:24</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus takes Galo’s advice.</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div>Just as he was about to continue the massage, Galo’s hand grabbed his cock. This shocked Amplus and did not help in relieving the stiffness. His words however did. The way he held it suggested he was not playing games as Amplus gritted his teeth to try and relieve the pain he was under. <br><br>As he listened, with little to no movement coming from his body, he began to realise that he had done wrong in making himself ready, as the man tightened his grip on Amplus. As the threat of castration was suggested, his cock began to lose a little of its stiffness and by the time Galo has finished and released his grip, it hung loose from his groin moving from side to side as if it was keeping time. <br><br>Once his cock was under his control, or indeed Galo’s control, partly from his almost failed attempts to remove it from Galo’s back and from Galo’s suggestion that he keep it in check, Amplus warmed more massage oil in his hands. Once done, he applied a modest amount to Galo’s back, whilst his cock continued to soften for fear of being removed by a cold metal implement. He breathed a sign of relief before continuing the massage. <br><br>He began the second stage by stroking reasonably firmly upwards from the lower back all the way up to the neck, then, circle around and back to the lower back region. Using the heal of his hand; he applied a deeper pressure as both his hands work in circles, starting again at the lower back. He continued this routine until further instruction came from Galo. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 14:16:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>~Cilo the house slave rushing from the kitchens to the main villa door~</strong></div><br>Cilo breathed a long sigh of relief as Aishwa flashed him a wink before turning to go in search of the clothes Nakia had requested. "By the Gods, Aishwa. Thank you. I owe you!"<em><strong> he called after her in a whisper. Looking to Eira he smiled thankfully and bowed his head to </strong></em>her gratefully. <em><strong>"And to you too, Eira. I am in your debt."</strong></em> Without further delay, he turned on his heels, rushing from the kitchen hurriedly, eager to get to the door and greet the guests before the Dominus or one of the guards found the post to be vacant.<br><br>His tunic whipped as he ran from the kitchen, and through the atrium. Taking the stairs down to the veranda he made turned on his heels 180 degrees and rushed through the inner courtyard. Turning left in the center of the inner courtyard and then another quick right, Cilo came into the herb garden and beyond that, the main door. Sighing once more in relief, he counted himself lucky to have made it here before anyone else was the wiser. <em><strong>"Thank the Gods!"</strong></em> he muttered to himself as his hand curled around the ornate handle. He gave the door a mighty pull, the heft of the door requiring both of his hands and some effort to pull open... and just in time too, it seemed, because just as he reached the door the gong announcing that guests had arrived clanged loudly, causing Cilo to jump with a start. Tugging on the large ornate handle, the door parted open slowly. He made a nervous attempt to greet those gathered in the outer courtyard, calling out weakly, <strong><em>"Welcome to Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraco..."</em></strong> he trailed off nervously. <strong><em>"....Tarraconensis."</em></strong> He swallowed the lump in his throat, nervous and intimidated by the very presence of the collection of people who were obviously far above his station.<br><br><strong><em>"P...please..."</em></strong> He tore his gaze from Livia and into the outer courtyard notic the wealthy citizen, Liliana standing with the legionnaire, Aulus and the merchant, Antonius. Stepping out to meet them, he gives a small bow and gestures to them. <strong><em>"Please, come inside and shade yourselves from the heat... come in from the heat of the day... wash the dust from your feet. Shall I fetch some water?"</em></strong> He asked, looking at Liliana as he neared them. He was quite taken with her exquisite beauty and poise and for a moment, he forgot his place. <strong><em>"You are very beautiful..."</em></strong> Realizing his mistake suddenly, his eyes grew wide and his hand shot up to cover his open mouth. <strong><em>"Apologies... I.... please come inside and shade yourselves... quench your thirsts"</em></strong> he begged, hoping they would overlook his addressing Liliana in such a fashion.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 21:44:27</strong>
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				<strong>~Doctore, between the Ludus and the Mess Hall~</strong><br><br>The Doctore was a bit surprised to see the Dominus already heading in his direction, but certainly he was one to listen and accommodate, just as he expected the gladiators to pay attention to his orders.&nbsp; With a deft spin of his heel practiced from years of turning in place, making sure that his flank was never easily exposed to an enemy, he turned to follow alongside his master.<br><br>"Dominus, your Legionnaire has arrived."&nbsp; There was a bit of excitement in the Doctore's tone.&nbsp; He had never before worked under a Legionnaire, and he was excited to see what the man had learned which the Doctore had not, what could be learned instead of just what needed to be taught.&nbsp; "He's currently in the bathhouse, being made ready for your inspection."<br><br>He then went silent, not wanting to interrupt further as the Dominus clearly had other pressing matters to which he had to attend.&nbsp; As they got closer, however, and the sound of breaking of wood and clay, and the sharp yells from inside, his eyes narrowed even as the whip at his side flowed into his hand.&nbsp; Would he have to keep these children on a leash, accompanying them like a father watches a small child who is incapable of behaving by themselves?&nbsp; He hoped not.&nbsp; A teacher required at least a small modicum of respect for a student in order to be able to train them well, to allow them to grow rather than ordered about as mindless beasts.&nbsp; If beasts were all this new batch contained, his training would be useless on them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 21:49:58</strong>
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				<strong><em>~Ryann, in the midst of the fight, out onto the sands~</em></strong><br><br>Her laugh rang through the mess hall as the silence that had abounded when the giant of a man rose from his bench fell away and the brawl started full on. Angry snarls and flailing limbs intent on harm made their way close to her, and she reveled in it. Seeing Ammon take over Cingetorix quickly, she at first thought the Egyptian meant harm to the man she had been in chains with, but saw this wasn't the case. The both of them soon moved from her field of vision as they made their way out of the mess hall onto the sands, and Ryann turned her attention quickly back to the men surrounding her.<br><br>With another barked laugh, her lovely face so alive, green eyes flashing with delight, her hands wrapped around a bench that had managed to be broken, lifting it swiftly to swing in a quick roundhouse to connect to the chest of the nearest man to her. His low growl merely spurred her on as she noted it didn't really stop him, but Ryann cared not. She was whirling again, ducking swiftly beneath a punch aimed for her head, raven locks swirling as she came up with a snakes speed to shove the heel of her hand up against the nose of another man, rewarded with his bellow as blood spurted everywhere. Sanguine sprayed across her face, and her smile was alarmingly white beneath the rich red as she rushed forward, using the prone body of Plautus, to launch herself towards the giant that was lumbering about. So much smaller she was then he, and she easily wrapped herself around his shoulders, torso and head. Legs wrapped tight around his barreled chest, her long tresses covering the mans vision even as her slender arms wrapped around his thick neck in a tight choke hold.<br><br>He couldn't see, and though his fist worked to pummel her about her own shoulders, his meaty fingers working to try and pull her arms from his throat, he couldn't quite manage it, and he stumbled out of the mess hall onto the sands of the training yard. From the corner of her eye Ryann noted a young girl frozen in place as the Gladiators began spilling forth, but paid her no heed. The mountain she was latched too was beginning to sway, beginning top go a bit ashen, and as he finally began to topple as he passed out, she flung herself from his crashing body, rolling onto the sands just outside the mess hall door. Coming up into a crouch, her head whipped back, her hair, her entire body now covered in sand and dirt and blood once again, looking much like she had when she had stepped down from the slave wagon.<br><br>Yet she was smiling, she was laughing...she was alive once again...
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 00:33:31</strong>
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				<strong>Canis takes the Dominus’ orders to Galo in the Servants baths.</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/gal_90s_young_hercules_gosling.jpg)</div>Canis nodded to his Dominus and turned to head towards the baths. Given the close proximity of his destination from the inner courtyard, Canis was there in just moments. With the urgency of his orders firm in his mind, he scurries passed all in the baths until he is just metres from Galo. He looked at the man within inches of Galo for a moment before finally remembering what he was sent to do. <br><br>“Galo” he said “apologies. Dominus requires that you attend to a duty that he wishes for you and only you to perform, as he has other pressing engagements to attend too.” He pauses for a moment to focus. “Guests have arrived and Dominus requires that you finish up here and see to them. They are expecting you too, I do believe.” He waited once again for a response and to be dismissed so he can go back to tending his garden. <br><br><strong>Dominus puts his shit in order on the training sands of the Ludus.</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>Manius listened to what his Doctore had to say as he informed him that Marcus Didius the ex Legionnaire turned Gladiator turned champion was ready for inspection. He nodded in agreement that he would indeed see him. He would see him along with his own champion Rioghan MacCarthaigh.<br><br>After a slight pause, where he saw to the visitor situation, his attentions were firmly back on Doctore. As they walked, he felt he should respond to him “Excellent, Doctore.” Distracted once again by the careful balancing act that he needed to perform on his evening, he rhetorically asked “What other delights do you have for me Doctore, on such a fine evening as this?” <br><br>As they ventured further from the sound of the conversations coming from he visitors, that noise was replaced by an oh so familiar one of rioting and mayhem. The Doctore must have just left them moments ago and by the sound of the ruckus, Manius considered that it had to have started well before he left to find him. <br><br>“What is going on?” he enquired softly, through his teeth, as he picked up his pace. Upon reaching the gate his worst horrors were confirmed as through it he saw, Gladiator and dog going at it tooth and nail with about as much skill as a pack of starving animals fighting over a dry bone. <br><br>If this is what the Doctore had to show him then he might as well pack up and retire, he thought. However, there had to be a simple explanation for this, hadn’t there? So first he would control the situation and decide an appropriate punishment for all involved, as the Doctore was clearly incapable of doing so.&nbsp; <br><br>While he waited for the gate to be unlocked, he considered how, so many times before, he would find peace when he inspected his folk. However, on this occasion he would find only distress on an already upsetting day. <br><br>Once the gate was opened, he strolled onto the sands exuding confidence and simply stood there as bits of clay pot and pieces a chair flow passed him and in some cases narrowly missed him. He would choice he words carefully in order to stop this display of anarchy. So he breathed in deep and before anyone could react, he bellowed. <br><br>“This is madness! You will all down weapon and form an orderly line or find yourself unable to fly as I toss you, personally, over that cliff.” With that, he aggressively pointed in the direction of the huge drop that would bring almost certain death to anyone who got to close to the edge. <br><br>He did not pause whilst doing this and continued to yell “Mark my words, as I am a man of few. Rule one, when I speak you will listen and obey. Do you understand me?”&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 21:30:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marcus watched the giant and the woman with contempt, the stupid fool. Trying to get her fingers of his neck when he should have been running backwards into a wall. Give her the choice to release or be crushed between his bulk and the wall. He must be a new gladiator, in the arena slow thinking got you killed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her hair would be gone to if he was a trainer, short was good, bald was better nothing for an opponent to grab or to get in your eyes at a bad time. And his lip curled, this would have not been allowed at his last Ludus. Gladiators where valuable and where only to be injured in the arena where they would bring their master wealth. Not injured in a stupid brawl for no point.<br>It would be the buckets for them or if the master was in a bad mood the box.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He watched as a man came in, no slave by the way he walked in like he owned the place, which probably meant that he did thus he had seen his new owner. He bellowed at the fighting gladiators to line up and Marcus considered his own position. Whilst he had not been fighting he was here and his owner could think he was not obeying.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So he walked over to the line of gladiators and stood in the parade ground pose of the legionnaire but far enough away from the others to imply he was not part of the fighting.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 13:06:40</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo getting wound up in the baths with Amplus, Nadia and Cariad~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br><br><br>Sighing as, message received it seemed, Amplus’s arousal calmed and he focussed on the task of massaging his back- something he was proving quite accomplished in. Galo was almost loath to pick up the razor and finish off but there were always more tasks to do at this point in the evening. Although a little time to settle down after the road would be much appreciated. If only...<br><br>Finishing off the last of the hair on his legs he switched to his forearms, the blade moving in smooth steady strokes. <br><br>“Amplus, could you begin to remove the oil from my back?” He nodded to the stirgil next to them as he worked.<br><br>It took no time at all really, nowhere near as long as he would have liked as he moved on to scrape the remaining oil from his arms, legs and chest, Amplus being thorough with his back. It felt so damn <em>good</em> being on the receiving end of such care for a change and he couldn’t fully suppress the groan that it prompted. Sighing deeply as the other man set aside stirgil he nodded to the jar of cleaner, “Now my hair...”<br><br>Galo tried to ignore the feeling of fingers on his scalp and just concentrate of the herbal scrub as he finished cleaning his body but it made him shudder; for all the attention a Roman may give his body, for some reason they always neglected his scalp. Only lovers, true lovers, tended to run their fingers through his hair. As such, his reactions were perfectly normal and understandable, he thought as hot waves of arousal reddened his skin and made his own cock twitch. He couldn’t even pretend to himself that this was for the sake of time or efficiency; this was utter indulgence. Although, this probably wasn’t helping Amplus gain some control... oh well. One step at a time...<br><br>It was so tempting, just to sit there and relax, let his arousal build and find release either by his own hand, or the hand of one of the others. Why should it matter to him if he were watched? He had endured much worse, far less friendly audiences then this. Why should it matter...?<br><br>Blinking, a moan morphed into a snarl as he stood up abruptly, almost losing his footing on the slippery floor. Breathing heavily, he stood there for a moment, gaining his bearings letting the sharp sent from the herbs in the water help him focus. When Amplus stood, his mind nagged at him, through his haze of lust and anger - anger at himself, for thinking like a Roman’s... <em>pet</em>! - that alarming the other man at this point was not what he wanted, so, breathing deeply again to help him focus, he said to him with some frustration, “There is too much to do, there always is. I cant afford to just... sit.”<br><br>Frustrated though beginning to regain some control over his appearance, any signs of arousal gone, he was about to step back into the bath to wash his hair and begin shaving his face when Aishwa walked into the room, addressing Nadia. She glanced over to where Amplus and himself were standing and as her eyes went wide he knew exactly where she was looking. Had he been in a better mood her laughter might have made him smile but as it was his smile was more of a grimace as he tuned to step into the bath.<br><br>Hot on the heels of Aishwa however, was Canis, who headed strait for Galo. Galo sighed, tight lipped through his nose, resisting the urge to grit his teeth as he calmed himself. He should have known it was a bad idea to indulge, even for a few stolen minuets.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>As Canis spoke his heart sank and anger bubbled under his skin. He still had to shave which was necessary for the appearance of a slave of his station; it would not do to have an un-fashionable manservant. They would have to wait for the scarce four minuets it would take to shave, dry and dress... well, five minuets to also rinse his hair and stop it from dripping water everywhere.<br><br>Nodding and stepping into the water before the last syllable had left the other slave’s mouth, Galo said “Run to the kitchens and grab a platter of fruit to offer them, while they wait. See that wine and light snacks are prepared to be taken up to the study, I will escort them there very soon.”<br><br>Turning he grabbed the oil from the side, smearing a generous portion on his chin, sloppy in his haste, which he immediately switched with the razor and set about shaving. He did not bother to watch Canis leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 17:38:04</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus finishes tending to Galo’s needs and slides back into bath</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div>His routine, seemed second nature to him as he glided his hands over Galo’s back. He began to day dream as he did this, remembering times when he too would massage his master, Bastian. As a thank you, if Amplus had done well, Bastian would gift him his seed, either in his mouth or up his anus. He licked his lips as he recalled Bastian treating him to his reward of a rough buggering followed by an evacuation of his hot seed to ease the soreness. Or so he was told. Perhaps Galo would treat him, he considered, to the same gesture of gratitude. <br><br>His considerations were abruptly lost when his focus was returned to the baths as it seemed it was time for him to assist Galo to remove the oil from his back. He picked up the stirgil and before long the oil was indeed removed. He smiled a little when a groan was heard from Galo. He was indeed performing well, it seemed. When he placed the stirgil down into the jar, as instructed, he nodded, when further instruction was given, and began to run his fingers through the man’s hair. <br><br>Galo’s twitching cock did not go unnoticed by Amplus, as one of his skills was to look for signs of satisfaction and what is more obvious that an aroused cock, he thought. at this. To his surprise, however, Galo stood and removed himself from the pleasure that Amplus was giving him. he stood there for a moment watching him as he frustratingly went on about not having enough time. With all of the excitement, Amplus’s cock soon returned to its former glory as his concentration was temporarily removed from keeping it soft. Standing bold and up right as it so often did, when his focus was taken from keeping it soft. A new face was soon to enter the room. He smiled at her as her focus went from her face to his cock. Were her eyes really that big or was she shocked by what she saw? Perhaps he would get a chance to ask her if a more private encounter could be arranged. He promptly shock he head to dismiss such thoughts, as he watched her glide over to Nadia. <br><br>Another stepped into the room as she did this and promptly headed straight for Galo. He waited by Galo’s side as the interaction took place. Once finished he followed Galo back into the bath and slide next to Cariad, whom he smiled at before getting comfortable again with his cock once again proud in the warm waters. <br><br>He was hoping to return to chatting with Cariad, however Nadia had other ideas. He watched, still aroused as she aided Cariad with her hair. Until finally she told her to get dressed and then turned to him and asked him in no uncertain terms to get dressed also.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>Canis receives his instruct from Galo to see to the guests before returning to his garden duties</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/gal_90s_young_hercules_gosling.jpg)</div>He was indeed dismissed, but not to attend to his garden. He was instructed to fetch a platter of fruit for the waiting guests, while they waited for Galo to finish up. <br><br>So he turned on his heel, once he had acknowledged the instruction, and walked back into the inner courtyard. From there he ran up the staircase and once up, he turned right down the corridor, passed the study and dining room, until he enter the kitchen. <br><br>Once instruction had been given to first prepare a fruit platter for the inner courtyard followed by light snacks for the master’s study, he went downstairs to gather up some choice wines, while they busied themselves in making up the platter, for his imminent return. Upon his return, he observed that the platter was done, so he placed the wines with the plates of snacks that were being prepared, and took the platter with him. <br><br>He had done well, he thought as he scurried down the corridor until reaching the stairs once again. Before walking down them, he glanced towards the guest bedroom where Matriana had retired for the evening. Word of her needs and in fact her size were everywhere in the Ludus, not to mention that of her husband, Bastian. The two maids, that had accompanied the would be senator, would be back soon, he thought. He would have to ask them all about Bastian too. He liked a bit of gossip, they all did. He found it kept things interesting. Little did he know that Bastian had killed them before finding his own end at the hands of his wife just moments later.&nbsp; <br><br>He started to walk again and thanked the gods that he had not been present when Matriana was assisted to her chambers. Who knows what awful things she would have had him do to her, had he been there. He almost dropped the platter as feted images filled his mind. That was why he liked his garden, it kept him busy enough to avoid such situations.&nbsp; <br><br>Before long he was back with the guests with fruit in hand. He politely smiled and spoke “Please accept these gifts while you wait the arrival of the manservant to the Dominus, Galo, who will be with you shortly.” He then placed the fruit on the wall to their side and politely excused himself before attending to the garden once again.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 18:39:17</strong>
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				<strong> Nadia getting the new slaves ready with Galo </strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/Nadia-1.jpg)</div>Nadia sighed; it was hard enough to deal with new slaves but even harder when they had an extra appendage. Frankly if that came anywhere near her it would be cut off or at least she would give it a slap. <br><br>Still her attentions were on the woman “Girl…” “ she said in some what broken Briton, still it was more fluent than most as Nadia had dealt with many races. “This will hurt but I have to take the lice from your hair, I would hate my mistress to catch any.” Thank the heavens this was the only one she had to deal with.&nbsp; <br><br>With that said the woman combed out Cariads hair and then her own. “All I have to say to you girl is behave and perhaps you might do well…I will have no trouble in this house.”<br><br>Then in Greek she sad to Galo, <em>For the sakes of the gods put him down…</em> Her attentions were back to the girl, “Get dressed, and I hope you are clean, trust me if you are not things will not go well, and if you have not had a man it will likely be painful….” She helped the woman put of the bath and then looked to Galo as she dressed “Shall we?” this time she spoke in Latin. “Oh …” again in Latin she spoke to Amplus “For the gods sake cover that up…there are clothes over there. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 23:39:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, interacting with the self-mutilating Pict<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>Autolycus watched, fascinated, as Sorcha cut into her own skin. The medicus had been shocked when she smashed the bowl – for a second he thought he’d made a horrible mistake – but then he’d realized, with a kind of cool professionalism, that no harm was being done. These were shallow wounds she was making, not unlike the ones made to create those other marks on her body. Yes, he remembered those all too well, he’d copied them onto his wax tablet, he’d traced them with the wet sponge, with his fingertips… And now he watched her make this new mark, leaning close to the cage, so close the brown curls on his forehead brushed the bars of the cage. <br><br>He wondered what her carving meant and as if she’d heard him thinking that she pointed to it and spoke his name - well, her distorted version of it. His name? Carved into her skin!? That was… A most curious thing to do. And he wasn’t sure he liked it. It reminded him of the brands some slaves wore, ownership marks. And that in turn reminded him he wasn’t Sorcha's owner, the Dominus was. He wondered what the Dominus planned to do with her.<br><br>He found himself hoping he’d leave her here, with him, at least a bit longer.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Purely for scientific interest of course...<br><br>He was roused from his thoughts when Sorcha asked to be let out of the cage. Again. "I can't let you out..." he tried to explain, emphasizing the 'out', a word she seemed to understand. He shook his head emphatically to make his meaning ever clearer. "You show me you can be good. Then I'll let you out." He wanted to see she could behave, better than she had so far, and wanted to see her do so without drugs in her system. If she could do that, then maybe he would grant her a bit more freedom. <br><br>Autolycus turned away and went to his workbench to grab a piece of cloth, soaked it with the vinegar he always used to clean wounds, then returned to the cage and handed it to her, pointing at the wound. "It'll make it better," he said, slowly and carefully. <br><br>His eyes moved from the fresh mark to an older one, a kind of animal it looked like, that was on her inner thigh. He pointed to it. "That... Does that have a meaning too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 00:50:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br><br>“Sorcha out, good…” she had finished her markings and let down the sharp piece of pottery though managed to hide a few other bits, who knew when they might be needed. She was feeling frustration even though the slight headiness of the drugs still remained which in some ways helped, but trying to communicate was so difficult.. <br><br>The stench was disgusting it was foul especially for one that knew fresh and clear winds upon the mountains,&nbsp; thus she pushed against the wood again “Sorcha out…” the pict then put her hand to her nose and made a sign as if she were about to retch again. Which if the truth be told she was close to it, however her belly was empty and once more it would be nothing but a dry heave.<br><br>She spoke a little pictish whilst cleaning her new marking, her body was on display though the pict was grimy again from the cage and that was not something that pleased her, it was then she used it to clean the rest of herself. Then Sorcha spoke again. First gesturing to the cage, “Dirty…” then to her self as she used the cloth “No Dirty.”<br><br>When Autolycus pointed to the mark of her mate she paused and took a breath trying to show him that was the mark of her mate, and he and her mate were one because the spirits told her. They had spoken too her, though of course it&nbsp; made little sense for the most, save that the wolf was the mark of likely her husband.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 11:36:07</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus addresses the stock and instructs the Doctore to put the punishments into place</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>Not caring on how or why this incident had come about, Manius took note of who was indeed fighting and, in the case of the legionnaire, who was not, as he watched his stock move into line. What a disappointment they were to him, not to mention the cost of repairing the mess hall. What was the reason for the Doctore to allow this to happen? Perhaps Doctore was starting to lose his edge and if so there was a solution for that, repair or replace. <br><br>As he walked down the line, with his Doctore, he noticed that some were still bleeding as he lifted the chins of some and slapped the faces of others. In deep thought he was as he did this, noticing too that the new recruits had not been administered with collars as yet. If they were lucky enough to escape how would anyone know that they were his. They had only just got her, however, so the Doctore would not get scalded for that. As he pondered this oversight further, he took a little more time considering the women, Ryann ap Elim, in the group. She must be a fine fighter indeed to have gotten this far without being killed or indeed raped. Even so, she would need some work, he thought. Nice hair, but it had no place on the sands. Hair like that had its place and that was in the house, serving the Domina.<br><br>Just as he was about to address her, one of the new recruits seemed to find the whole situation amusing as a snigger was heard from them followed by something about Manius having no right in treating them like they were cattle. Furious at this, Manius turned his head to address the dog and within seconds he had him by the throat and was dragging him across the sands to the cliff edge. Manius then picked him up and dangled him over the edge. “I tire of such behaviour, dog. Now make your piece before you become one with the rocks.” He could feel the eyes of all behind him staring as he delivered his punishment as urine started to pour out from under the dog’s loincloth. The man had clearly shit himself too as the smell of it filled Manius’ nostrils. This did not sway him from what he had to do, however. “Goodbye” he said with absolute finality, and with that he opened up his fingers and let the man slip to his doom. <br><br>Once back at the group, he remarked “See, I am not a man of just words. I do not make idol treats." He then addressed the ones who had been fighting. "Until you prove otherwise you are all, as of this moment, worthless dogs. Prove to me that you are not and I may consider a less permanent punishment. A long term punishment, however, I will discuss with the Domina once I have left your disgraceful presence. Now you will all stay in line until the Doctore returns to administer you individual punishments, have I made myself clear?” he said rhetorically. He then, with a smile, looked to the legionnaire, his champion and a few others, who had not been fighting. “As for you, you may go about your business, however. Before that I would consider it a great honour if you would assist in the clean up of the mess hall. By doing so you will please me greatly.”&nbsp; <br><br>After he had addressed them, he turned to the Doctore and walked with him away from the group as it was not good to verbally bash him in front of his property. Once far enough away, he spoke with a much calmer demeanour. “You have disappointed me greatly. Letting this fight go on, is not like you at all.” He then paused before discussing his plans further. “As I said to the dogs, I will discuss a punishment with the Domina, however, something needs to be done now. So, all that were fighting will be either boxed or left out and restrained on the sands until I am satisfied that they have been suffered enough. Before this, however, see to it that the new stock, be fitted with collars, like the others. As for the women, I want her hair either removed or braided tightly to her scalp. It is either that or she will lose it anyway when some lucky bastard gets a hold of it long enough to pull it out but the roots. Then how would she look with huge gaps on her scalp where her hair used to be. Not to mention that it may be a distraction for her.” <br><br>He gave the Doctore a moment to take onboard what he was telling him before finally commenting. “See to it, Gaius, as if you do not, you will join them in the punishments. Do not test me.” He sighed as he realised that he had not seen his champion or indeed the legionnaire yet. “Finally, as this little interruption has put me behind, I do not have time to see Marcus and Rioghan, so instruct them to finish up and once done ensure that they are sent to my study as soon as possible. I will await for them there.”&nbsp; Once satisfied, he left the group and headed in the direction of the Infirmary to enquire as to the condition of his Pict. Just before entering the Infirmary, he turned in the direction of Gaius and instructed “Got it done, Doctore.” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 12:36:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, trying to make Sorcha more comfortable<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>Autolycus frowned as he saw Sorcha hide the pottery shards in the folds of her tunic. So much for being on her best behavior. If anything were to convince him he was doing the right thing, leaving her in her cage, then that did. <br><br>"I know," he said as she dry-heaved, complained about the cage being dirty. Filthy straw, the overpowering smell of boar piss... It seemed no-one had bothered to clean the cage since it's last inhabitant had left to be slaughtered in the animal games. It was no way to keep anyone. But he saw no way to help it at the moment, not without opening the cage.<br><br>Instead, he grabbed a new bowl for her, a wooden one. Not making that mistake again. He filled it with the drink he'd given her before, the sour wine called <em>oxos</em>, but without the drugs this time and set it down by the cage along with a piece of bread left over from the morning's breakfast. Next he took his wax tablet and stylus from the table and sat down by the cage again. He used the flat end of the stylus to erase some of his earlier scribbles, then began to note down the signs the Pict had made and a rudimentary translation of them. The one for her name - <em>Σορχα</em> - the one for his name - <em>Αὐτόλυκος</em> - and then the new one on her thigh. "A man..." he guessed as she tried to explain what it meant, "A lover...?" Yes, that seemed about right, and he noted that down as well before pointing to one of her other marks, wanting to know the meaning of that too. <br><br>The message was clear enough. He'd do his best to make her comfortable, he'd talk to her and try to understand her better... But he would not let her out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 12:53:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad getting prepared by Nadia</strong></div><div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div><br>As the woman spoke to Cariad, she smiled, dipped her head and obeyed. She was clean now, her skin tingled at the air being allowed to permeate her flesh. Cariad turned her back to Nadia, allowing her access to her now tangle free hair, as the woman began to pull and tease the lice that had taken refuge in her hair.<br><br>It made her flesh crawl slightly, but she was no stranger to de-lousing, although her own mother was a lot less brutal and a little more friendly with the conversation. As Nadia pulled upon her hair, Cariad closed her eyes, letting the heat from the water soothe her body and soul. Lifting her head slightly to allow Nadia access to the crown of her head, Cariad had chance to admire the paint work on the roof of the baths. It was basic but there was something slightly magical about it all.<br><br>"<strong>All I have to say to you girl is behave and perhaps you might do well…I will have no trouble in this house. Get dressed, and I hope you are clean, trust me if you are not things will not go well, and if you have not had a man it will likely be painful….</strong>"<br><br>Cariad couldn't help feel a little disappointment at Nadia completing her task, she had always enjoyed someone teasing her hair, no matter how hard their grip. It had excited her somewhat. As she dropped her head she was greeted by the muscular man again, a smile broke across her face, her cheeks reddening as she quickly turned and got dressed as instructed. Her mind beginning to race at the words of her being taken. Surely this would not happen here. Although, to have kept her virtue intact for so long was indeed an honourable thing, if she had been wed to the man her father had intended for her, she would have lost it many years ago, but she had pleaded with him not to force her. And now she was destined to lose it in this place, where the air was so dry her body felt like it was locked in a smoker, being dried from the inside out. <br><br>Pulling the clothes over her head, a loose fitting smock, her hair dripping down her neck and trailing between her rounded breasts, Cariad rung her hair out, now the knots and matted sections were tidied, her hair hung long past her shoulders, shimmering slightly in the light as the water drained from it. With the smock now on, Cariad awaited on further instructions, her eyes intently held by the Muscled Man's form and length.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 13:39:30</strong>
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				<strong> Sorcha Still the cooler queen</strong> <br><br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br>“Sorcha good...dog, out.” She seemed to be starting to panic more than a little, she could not communicate with these barbarians these people that knew nothing of the land, why could grass eyes not just allow her home….he could come with her and do his magic there. She did wonder if her made had spoken too him perhaps he had…well why was she still in this stinking cage. Again she sniffed at the drink, <em>Will it make me see my mate again, so we can say farewell and make our peace? Will it make me see the monster.</em> She pointed to the wolf and then to the picture that she had tried to carve into the wood.<br><br><em>I see blood in the snow…</em> in time the pict knew he did not understand, thus she explained or at least tried to the marks on her body. Two it seemed were of her children, another seemed to be some sort of right of passage, and it was the largest. Some of the patterns were almost hypnotic as if one might fall into them one could only imagine that many had been performed on hallucinogens.&nbsp; <br><br>“Sorcha good…out, Sorcha no dirty.” The pict repeated it again <em> If you do not let me out I will get out grass eyes…please help. There is blood in the snow.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 14:18:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, making notes and welcoming the Dominus<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.lawrensnest.com/images/rac9005b.jpg)</div>"It's good, safe." Autolycus explained as Sorcha asked about the drink, completely misinterpreting her meaning. <br><br>He continued to scribble away at his notes, adding phonetic interpretations of her words to the pictures of her markings and the Greek translations to them. He'd known the Picts had their own language of course. But he'd never heard of them having a written language as well... Almost like civilized people. Fascinating. As he worked Autolycus seemed quite oblivious to the Pict's growing distress. Oh he heard her complaints - justified, yes, but quite pointless. He simply could not afford to let her out and he'd felt he'd made that more than clear already. Now if she would just calm down a little. All this panic was not making things any better. "Sit," he encouraged her, patting the ground to clarify. "Drink. Eat." He gestured at the wine, the bread. "We talk, yes?" <br><br>Autolycus looked up as the infirmary door opened, and quickly scrambled to his feet when he recognized Manius. <br><br>"Dominus," he said, inclining his head a little. Not too much, he was not a slave. <br><br>He remained standing, the stylus and wax tablet still in his hands, waiting for his employer to speak. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 14:38:30</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus in the Infirmary with Autolycus and the Pict. Finally some peace and Quiet</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>He did not wait for the Doctore’s response nor did he care. He had disappointed him greatly and he would have to do a lot to remedy this. The door opened with ease as Manius walked into the Infirmary. <br><br>The first thing he saw, to his left under the high windows, was the Medicus, Autolycus, sat by the cage, writing. As he observed this, Autolycus stood and addressed him. He smiled at the man as he shut the door. “Lift your chip up, man, as we are alone in here.” He paused to take the room in a little more and noticed that, to his surprise, the Pict was inside the cage that Autolycus was sitting next too just moments ago. How she had got there would be an interesting story that he would have to ask the Medius while he was inspecting his prize. He smiled and finished with “Well alone enough, anyway.” 
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 15:07:29</strong>
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				<strong> Cooler Queen again????</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br><br>As the door opened and the man entered the new man that seemed to think he was a leader, Sorcha was disgusted with him he walked like a metal man, and was another one that made the ground turn to red and thus awaken the monsters. Just as she was ‘speaking with grass eyes’ he spoke. Had this man no manners?<br><br>The woman snarled then and kicked at her cage. <em>You bring sickness you bastard but your people will die from corruption.</em> Of course he would not understand none of them did, though the fire was returning to her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>“Good dog…out …” She finished her drink and half smiled <em>You think you can keep me here…no grass eyes will come too for he has seen the wolf and the monster and he is the bird…</em>she pointed to the carving on her legi she kicked the cage again. All had been well with the Medicus but adding another into the mix was making her panic again. After all the last one in here had beaten her and placed her in here. <em> Do not think I wont get out…</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 15:51:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, speaking to the Dominus<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>Autolycus watched Sorcha fly into a rage, kicking at her cage, snarling. Right back to the feral state she'd been in when the guards had first brought her in. And just when he had seemed to be making some progress too. "I have been trying to calm her down," he said, as if to excuse her behavior, then turned to face the Dominus. <br><br>"Quite an influx of new slaves today," he said conversationally. "You will tell me if you want me to check them out...? This one has to be the most interesting addition though," he said, his eyes on the Pict once more. <br><br>"Her and that female gladiator."
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 16:59:00</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus addresses the Pict</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>Then it spoke. Of course it only knew Pictish. He did too, well a little, but he would not let on. Well not yet anyway. Her insults however would need to be address. A bastard was he. He had plans for that one and he did not care if she liked them or not. <br><br>However, the cage would not do. What could she have done to warrant such punishment? It was not like she had disrespected him by acting like a hooligan and damaging his property, like those on the sands. <br><br>She amused him with her attempts at speaking his language. ‘Good Dog, out’. How delightful. She would not need to speak at all when she was with him. The gag would see to that. As for getting free, he would wish her all the best with that venture. <br><br>He then responded to the Medicus. “Yes indeed so, I am most intrigued by the last group. The female one in particular, otherwise I would not have bought. It seems the Doctore dropped his guard, however, as I just had to break up a fight on the sands. The mess they have made, you have no idea.” He sighed in disappointment, before speaking once again. “If it happens again I will most likely have them all slaughter.” Slaughtering would of course not be an option; both he and Autolycus knew that. However, the man was angry and people say things they do not always mean when in this mood. “They seem to lack respect currently...”<br><br>He was disrupted as he was just finishing by the Pict as her behaviour became more physical. That had to stop right now. As he walked over to the cage he continued to address Autolycus. “Do not apologise for it, Autolycus just tell your dog to stop, as I have killed today already and all they did to provoke that was to laugh in my presence.” He then turned to the cage. “Second thoughts, I will tell her myself.” He went over to the cage and began to speak “Stop or die, you will” he said to her in her native tongue. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 20:17:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Patrocles Aktianos arriving at the head of Domina Matella's entourage - Outside the main gate - Ludus Tarraconensis</strong></div><br><div style="text-align: right;">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Patrocles_Aktianos.jpg)</div><br>Patrocles strode through the sandy streets and path ways in front of the Domina’s entourage.&nbsp; His head swiveled from side to side, eyes scanning open doorways and windows, alleyways and rooftops; constantly aware of any danger that might present itself.&nbsp; He did not of course expect trouble today, but as life had taught him he needed to be ever vigilant against the scum that passed for Roman citizenry here in Tarraco’s markets and city streets, in all of the conquered areas of Hispania in fact.&nbsp; Patrocles understood, of course, that many Romans came here for short periods of time as an escape from the rigors of life in Italy, but the citizenry that called this city their home were a different matter all together.<br><br>Patrocles enjoyed the city, in spite of its inhabitants.&nbsp; The climate was pleasant year round and reminded him much of home near Nicopolis.&nbsp; The trade winds blowing off the water did little to cut through the arid summer time heat, but it provided a fairly constant breeze that cooled substantially at night making it pleasant to sleep.&nbsp; He did of course prefer the smaller country towns of his boyhood but the bustle and energy of the city intrigued him whenever he had opportunity to escort Domina Matella somewhere as her guard.&nbsp; He understood of course that he was more than a simple guard; much more.&nbsp; <br><br>In his five years under her roof at Ludus Matella he had risen not only to be worthy of guarding her, but had risen in fact to the position of her champion.&nbsp; Recently, after the passing of her husband, whom Patrocles had learned to respect in his time under his heel, he had become more than a simple slave, or gladiator, or even a champion to Domina.&nbsp; He enjoyed the change and the elevation of his status further; he enjoyed even more the opportunities he had be awarded with to provide satisfaction for her when she summoned.&nbsp; He knew that it was part of the reason that she had him here today.&nbsp; Any one of the house guards could have served this role today, leaving him to train, but Domina wanted him with her.&nbsp; She wanted him close by her side; and he knew; she wanted to show off her prize to the rival lanista.&nbsp; Previously, it had always been Dominus Matella who had travelled to the other ludus to rattle his sword and show off his wares, but since his passing it had fallen to Domina to show the other lanistae how little they were in comparison to the strength and power of her stable.&nbsp; Today was about business, and Patrocles had no illusion that it was anything else.<br><br>They made their way out of the city; away from the bustle and noise.&nbsp; They walked through the sandy countryside hemmed in by scrub brush, vineyards and olive groves.&nbsp; Finally they turned on the sloping curves of the roadway into the hills above the city and up a series of steep switchbacks.&nbsp; The entourage finally arrived at the outside gate to Ludus Tarraconensis.&nbsp; <br><br>The high sandstone walls were certainly imposing, and Patrocles was sure that they would keep the lanista’s stock inside if any had designs on fleeing and casting off the shackles of slavery.&nbsp; The villa sat to the right of the gate from where he stood, and from the sounds that fell upon his ears, the training yard must be off to the left on the other side of the high walls.&nbsp; Although it was approaching what would normally be a meal time in the ludus at home their appeared to be the sounds of hard training proceeding, including the resonating clank of something metal meeting hard bone and the ensuing grunt as someone fell victim to whatever it was hitting them.&nbsp; He chuckled to himself at the fleeting absurdity that crossed his mind that the sounds reminded him someone being hit in the head with an iron cook pot.&nbsp; Angry voices now rose from the yard followed by the sounds of a scream that almost seemed to trail away into the distance.&nbsp; <em>The acoustics this high must be strange indeed</em> he thought,&nbsp; <em>Still, it is a brilliant view.</em>&nbsp; The villa’s walls were not so grand and high in front where the road ended at their gate, but were still high enough to deter anyone from entering unbidden.&nbsp; Patrocles motioned for the slaves carrying the Domina’s sedan chair to hold while he approached the gate looking it up and down, scanning the roadsides and the tops of the wall.&nbsp; <br><br>Standing back from the gate about 10 feet he loosely placed his hand on his hip and the belt where his gladius hung.&nbsp; Domina had him dress in a fitted leather cuirass lined in bronze overlay, light bracers on his arms and greaves over his booted feet.&nbsp; He carried no shield or helmet, as would have been normal for a paid guard.&nbsp; However, as he was here as more than just as her guardian, she seemed to want his hands less encumbered and his face left uncovered.&nbsp; A slight breeze blew up the cliff side and tousled his dark blond hair which he had worn loose today at his mistress’ bidding, he tossed his hair back with a flip of his head, combing it back from his face with his left hand, he turned his face into the breeze and inhaled deeply at the sea air blowing up from the coast.&nbsp; His face immediately turned sour as instead of fresh salt air his nose was instead assaulted with the smells of blood, sweat, urine and shit.&nbsp; The winds were blowing straight through the training yards and slave’s quarters only to buffet them as they now stood in front of the gate.&nbsp; He motioned for the slaves to turn the sedan so that the wind was at Domina’s back… they subtly complied in such a way as to cause Domina to simply think that they had turned to make her disembarking easier and closer to the gate if she chose to walk from there.<br><br>He nodded again, this time at Caris, the personal slave to Domina, and gave her the ok to move forward and announce their arrival.&nbsp; She strode forward, past where he stood and rang the gong once, retreating back to stand alongside the chair, should she be needed.&nbsp; Scanning again the upper balconies of the villa and the tops of the wall by the training ground Patrocles tensed, waiting for the gate to open.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>After waiting for what seemed to be far too long on a summer’s afternoon, the gate opened slightly and a thin face appeared through the crack in the gate with a look of inquiry on their face.&nbsp; Patrocles stepped forward to address them in a casual but confident voice.<br><br>My mistress, Domina Livia Metalla seeks admittance to your fine ludus and to speak with Dominus Atellus.&nbsp; Please allow us to pass into your courtyard that we may await the Master Atellus.<br><br>As the gate swings wide to allow them passage Patrocles nods to the slaves by the sedan chair and they resume their positions at the head and foot of the chair.<br><br>If it pleases you, Domina, I would have them escort us through the gate so that you may wait for the Master of the house in the shade of his courtyard.<br><br>At seeing her nod of ascension, he signaled the bearers to lift her sedan chair and they moved through the gate, led by Patrocles and trailed by Caris.&nbsp; Upon passage into the outer courtyard he signaled the bearers to wove to the far right corner of the courtyard, in a shaded place furthest away from the stables and training grounds, so that what ever smells are present would be less odiferous to his mistress.&nbsp; As the chair is once again placed on the ground, this time on the fashioned stone of the courtyard he again scanned the area, looking at windows and door ways; scrutinizing them for any sign of danger. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 21:13:12</strong>
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				<strong> Sorcha still wants out</strong><br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br><br>Sorcha did stop for a moment at least when he spoke her tongue, well at least a bestial and rather degraded form of it, still he spoke it. That was something, but it made him no less of a metal man and no less of a corrupter of her land. <em>Die you say….interesting.</em>” though she backed away a little, as he did make her feel like the caged animal she was at the present.<em>Tell me how dying is worse than this.</em><br><br><em>You walk like a leader, if so, if I am right I think you should look to your animals or rather get others to them… as well as your</em>…she searched for the word and finally found it, “Slaves…” <em> You have at least two lame horses and a dog that is heavy with pups.</em><br><br>It was more obvious now this close up, she had been beaten very recently. <br><br>“Out…good Dog” She said again, <em> I want to stay with grass eyes</em> she then tried to say the name in Greek “Autolycus.”&nbsp; She had at least learned enough though not to show the mark she had made on her inner thigh.<br><br>The truth be told this man, this apparent leader intimidated her and she wanted to bite him… but as Sorcha had no choice in the matter of course she backed down at least for the moment. <br><br>However perhaps it would be easier to speak to one that spoke a few words. <em> Your cages small bad and I am not dirty. I think you have sick animals… </em> She knew though the land was surely barren<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 22:03:59</strong>
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				<strong>Nadia just giving tips to Cariad</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/Nadia-1.jpg)</div><br>“For the gods sake Galo just get that backside into moving…I don’t mean in that way… and get dressed, and get him dressed too, I need to talk to this slave without distractions… and give her a few tips on behaviour. You know we have lost more than one over the cliff.” She was speaking in Greek as it was better not to start upsetting the new ones.<br><br>Nadia then turned to the young Briton now using her language, “Well girl there are a few things to learn I don’t mind helping a little at the beginning but I don’t want you to bring trouble at my door.” There was a pause and it was obvious the woman meant it. After all she had a good deal that might be lost if one of the new slaves did not behave properly, or at least as properly as a barbarian could be expected too.&nbsp; Why the Dominus had to buy these troublesome ones she would never know. However he did seem to like his trophies. <br><br>“First you should know the Dominus only has eyes for his wife the domina, so remember not too look at him in the ways you have been looking at these two.” She gestured to Galo and Amplus.<br><br>“Second do not believe half the things the slaves gossip about, but on the other hand if you can join in, it can be a lonely life here without allies.”<br><br>“Third if you are to have intercourse with a man I suggest either your mouth or somewhere other than your vagina.” She seemed so cold and almost scientific. “If you do have the latter go to see Galo, we don’t want a pretty little thing like you getting big about the waist. Also if you have regular sex go and see the medicus sometimes certain afflictions can spread.”<br><br>&nbsp;There was a pause Nadia did feel a little unkind dealing with this slave girl but she had done it so many times and never liked to get too close to any of them<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 22:21:17</strong>
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				Marcus remembered a parade ground in Gaul, an auxiliary had been caught stealing. The garrison had turned out and stood at attention as the man was flogged with a barbed whip.<br>His screams had become sobs then low moans as the flesh had been flayed away to reveal his white spine and ribs. Then silence as he had died. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The garrison had lost an auxiliary but a point had been made just as the master had made one. It had cost him a slave but hopefully gained obedience from the new bunch of slaves. They would be fools if they did not get the point. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Where as Marcus was not such a fool and as soon as the master had told them what he wanted he had turned and begun to clean up the mess that had been made.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he picked up each item he made a pile of that which was no longer of any use, broken wood he put on another as it could be used for fuel. The undamaged items he put back into the their place. He worked swiftly and efficiently as in his past life the ever vigilant for slackers centurions would have it no other way. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 10:25:16</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus proposes to free the Pict from the cage.</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>As she backed further into the cage, he listened to her very carefully. As he was not fluent he did not wish to misunderstand her. “Dying worse if long and painful. Obedience I require. Freedom for you, if you obey, someday.” He smiled at her as he said this.&nbsp; <br><br>On the suggestion that his horse and indeed one of his dogs needed attention and seeing that she had a clear understanding of animals in general, he began to formulate a plan. Until she was ready to enter the house, if she ever would be ready, he would put her to work in the stables, tending to the beasts. A kennel would be cleaned out and made into a sleeping area for her.<br><br>He found her amusing when she suggested that she wanted to stay with Autolycus. So he made her understand that this was something that would not happen. “Staying with Autolycus, no. In stables you will sleep and work. Connecting door, will be made, if behave you do.” <br><br>Before that however, she needed to be cleaned up. As she said, she was indeed dirty and from the looks of things, when she came into the light, she had been beaten, but by whom. He would have to ask Autolycus, once she was out of the cage and secured for transport. <br><br>With his mind made up, he turned his attentions to Autolycus. “Autolycus, I am going to let her out now. Once out I would like you to take her to the Servants Bathhouse to get cleaned up and dressed below the waist. You know how I don’t like to see wasted clothe. Besides if the men have to expose there chests then so can the Pict.” <br><br>He considered the potential danger that she would pose for the Medicus and formulated a plan. “Feed her something or give her a drink to subdue her a little. Then she will need to be restrained. Might I suggest that she has her wrists tidied behind her back and a gag of sorts placed around her mouth. Perhaps a collar needs to be fastened around her neck too which can be attached to a chain. I suggest that a guard come with you, just in case she acts up. Once back in the stables I would like the chain to be secured around one of the pillars so that she can start to attend to the animals. I will walk with you to the entrance of the baths as it is on my way.” He then turned to the Pict. “Out you want? Behave or break you I will. Do you understand me?” <br><br><strong>Amplus puts on the clothes laid out for him in the bath house.</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div>He only picked up a few words from Nadia as she addressed Galo. Something about them both getting dressed. So Amplus leaped out of the bath and, still dripping with water, picked up the clothes. Amplus did not relish the thought of putting the clothes on, that Nadia had instructed him to use, as he ran the course material through his fingers. He did not like wearing clothes at the best of times and these were destined to be incredibly uncomfortable as he slid the toga over his head.&nbsp; <br><br>He listened with internal amusement as Nadia explained the what’s and what not’s of being a slave. All that was second nature to Amplus of course. He became distracted as the fibres of the toga were starting to make his skin itch, as he adjusted it a little. Once his arms were through, he pulled it over his torso and turned to watch Cariad putting the finishing touches to her clothing. She looked wonderful and he looked forward to a time when he could help her out of such items. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 12:21:59</strong>
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				<strong>Sorcha speaking to the Dominus</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br><br><em>You do not think here in this cage in this land, is not already a slow and painful death? I smell the stench of death even over the boar piss in this cage.</em> She was about to add that she would be free, even if she gained her own freedom. It would take time but it was imperative the pict returned home. As her mind wandered a little from the cage she remembered the cold winds and the White Mountains, the woman was quiet for the time. She considered the words of this man, this one that was apparently a leader. <br><br>Finally she spoke again, <em>I do not like it here, but better stables than with most of the fools, at least the animals understand…”</em> She then added she would behave, well for at least as long as she was able, though Sorcha had marked some people for punishment. <em> I will tend your animals and well, but understand I will never forgive or forget your people for what they do to the land. I understand …like your animals I have no choice for the time.</em> Her eyes indeed were dark and her demeanour too. Of course this was no threat in her voice that would be stupid and Sorcha was not that. <br><br>It was then the man turned to grass eyes and spoke with him, of course the pict could only pick up perhaps a word or two if that. She watched the body language. As is was for the time being she would have to bide her time, this was rather difficult for the somewhat impulsive pict, surely anything would be better than in this stinking cage. She then went to the back of the cage and waited, carefully carving once more into the wood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 15:11:14</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus acquires key and restraints before opening the cage.</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>Once he had listened to her and taken on board what had been said, he started to feel satisfied that she was in agreement, so he smile at her and called for a guard. <br><br>When the guard was present, he demanded that he stay to assist. The guard tilted his head to suggest that he understood the order. <br><br>"Come" he instrucuted the Pict. As soon as she had complied and was facing him, he spoke again. “Turn around and hands behind back”, he instructed.&nbsp; While he waited for her to do as he instructed, he spoke once again to the guard. “Hand me some wrist restraints. You know the kind that constrict the more the person struggles to remove them.” The guard went to his belt and removed the item and handed it the Dominus. With them in hand, he turned to Autolycus “While you are there, could you fetch me a gag and collar and give me the key upon your return?” It was not so much a question of course, but he liked this man and a little politeness went a long way with people he liked. He even gave him a little smile as he said this.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 22:51:10</strong>
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				<strong>Marcus gets a friend</strong><br><br>Maximus was no great gladiator, oh he was skilled he and his friend he had made early on in his training were little more than warm ups for the crowd, but hey it was living, well at least a slow way to earn freedom. Still it was pretty safe. In general the man kept his head down and his mouth shut. The Dominus was a fair man and he got the pick of some of the slave girls…why should he complain…<br><br>He had just been having some relief from the eager redhead as he walked to wards the mess hall and saw the mess, he chuckled at the joke in his head. It always happened with new bloods especially most of the ones the Dominus chose, they were usually trouble. However he did see a new face that was not in line…yes there had been a fight…but this one was cleaning up. He walked over. “Want a hand there? You new here? So which idiot started the fight this time, and who died…happens like clockwork. Maximus is the name by the way…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 23:11:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marcus straightened up from the pieces of a shattered plate he was collecting and studied the advancing man. He examined the way he moved a gladiator he would say. And not a champion there was a definite feel about that. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Although Marcus was curious, most slaves he knew would not volunteer for work, in fact what most looked for was a chance to slope off to a quite corner.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Marcus” he nodded, “And I have no idea who started the fight or what it was about. Yes a slave was killed.” His tone was indifferent like he was saying the sun was in the sky. “If you wish to help, then please do so.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After working for a few minutes, “So tell me about the main character I need to know about.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 23:41:07</strong>
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				“I tell you new blood… a pain up the fucking arse, and in some cases in more than one way,” he chuckled As they moved the wood and cleared up the wood and the mess and sighed. Ignoring those in like he had seen many come and go just as he had slaves.&nbsp; Some would make it some would not and that was it there was no point in getting attached.<br><br>“You mean the Dominus…well he is alright, he is usually fair, his wife is lovely but seriously don’t go looking…more men have been cast over the cliff.”&nbsp; There was a pause, “Some say she is certainly the power behind the throne.”<br><br>“There are the head slaves, Galo and Nadia again they are fair, the Medicus too a Greek… Autolycus. If you get cut up he is good…”<br><br>The man continued to help shaking his head “Look at the waste of food here too…so I have to do without dinner.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 23:55:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marcus laughed, a low rumbling sound in his chest, “GO looking, are you blind? I have not the kind of features that make women wet nor the size of cock to compensate for that lack.” He shook his head, “I was spared the calls to the mistress’s chamber when the master was away on business.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He studied his fellow helper for a moment or two debating if the loss of some food was worth the gaining of goodwill, “There is some food that is reasonable if you dust it down over there behind that bench.” Marcus pointed out the bench as he continued, “No doubt I will meet they all in due course.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He threw a piece of chair onto the firewood pile, “So which of the Gladiators do I have to watch for?”<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 10:25:29</strong>
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				<br>“Well to be honest there is the Champion, most of the others are sometimes here for the show, and pass through quickly the Dominus sells a lot them on. Atticus and I stay pretty much out of trouble. There are a lot of things goes on …you know who is the big man…keep your nose clean is my thought.” Again he paused for a while before heading over to some more broken items shaking his head. He briefly looked at those still standing in line and sighed. “Most of the new bloods are just idiots, you obviously have sense.”<br><br>“Food you say, might take a look…well I can give you the names of a few of the houseslaves…if you want? I mean some of them are not lookers but they know how to go down on a man and like the thought of a gladiator. I think they have a points system or something, as it is I am not really fussy, I don’t really have a chance to be.” He grinned. “Oh bugger I should tell you there is a man from the senate or something here and his wife. One of the slaves told me before and after I filled her mouth. From what I understand she …well is hideous…however has an eye for gladiators…”&nbsp; He waited, from what I heard one of the slaves was lost in her for hours.” He continued to smile as he let out a chuckle still continuing to work.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 12:12:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, calmly obeying orders<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div><em>Ah</em>, Autolycus thought as the Dominus told him of the trouble the fresh meat had made in the mess hall, <em>that kind of mood</em>. "Just don't throw them over the edge this time please," he said dryly as his master proposed to slaughter them all to prevent further transgressions. "I know it makes an impression, but I do so detest the waste." A dead body was a valuable thing to the Medicus, as Manius well-knew, but he had no use for a body that was smashed to a pulp and lying at the bottom of the cliff. <br><br>He looked to the infirmary door, behind which the ruckus had apparently taken place. "I take it there's no need for my services then?" No, he thought not. He would've been summoned already if someone had been injured beyond simple cuts and bruises.<br><br>The most amazing thing happened then, the Dominus spoke to the Pict. In her own language! An obscure tongue spoken only by the barbarians of the far North. He watched with surprise and - yes - some amount of envy as a few barked words changed into a conversation. Not just a rudimentary knowledge then. No, his master spoke with ease, not hesitating, not throwing in the odd Latin phrase. Fluent. Or nearly so. That was a rare, rare gift for a Roman to have and there must be an interesting story behind that knowledge... His frown deepened as he heard his own name amidst the jumble of incomprehensible words, first spoken by Sorcha, then by the Dominus. Were they discussing him?&nbsp; <br><br>The conversation ended and the Dominus turned to him, just in time to catch the mixture of emotions on his face. Surprise, curiosity and irritation showed for a second before Autolycus composed his features into the usual calm mask. He nodded as he was instructed to drug the Pict, then wash her, then dress her below the waist only. So's not to waste clothes. A poor excuse. Why did the man not just admit he wanted to put his new slave on display? Flaunt the captured barbarian, as he were Ceasar himself, returning from the North in triumph...?<br><br>Autolycus went to his workbench to prepare the drugs needed to make the Pict calm. He puzzled over what herbs to use, his hands passing over the various jars. She still had some drugs in her system from before so it'd have to be something that didn't respond too badly with those. No <em>Mandregona</em> this time. No, he didn't want her to become all exited in front of his master, in front of the guards. He'd save that particular herb for when he had her alone. Something, he thought grimly, that would be hard to achieve now the master planned to keep her in the stables. <em>Valerian</em> perhaps, to tame the brain. <em>Hops</em> to soothe anxiety... <br><br>Once the concoction was finished he handed his master a cup of wine as well as the key to the cage. "If you can make her drink this? Give it a moment to take hold... Then she'll be calmer." <br><br>He eyed the restraints as the guard handed them to the Dominus, the special kind that they used on the difficult slaves, and nodded. "Yes, that might do. She managed to wrestle her way out of those before," he gestured to the shackles that were anchored to the infirmary walls. <br><br>Autolycus did not return the Dominus' smile as he was asked to get a gag and collar for the Pict. Instead he kept his face carefully neutral - like the good slave that he'd once been - as he went to retrieve the requested items. Inwardly he was annoyed at the man, coming in to take the Pict away from him, able to talk to her where he was not... But it would not do to let his irritation show.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 13:16:01</strong>
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				<strong>Sorcha may be getting out of the cooler...</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br>As before Sorcha had to really concentrate on the accent that the Leader Man had, the Leader of more metal men, she did not wholly trust him but at least it seemed he would let her out, though what by the lands he was holding in her hands was a complete mystery, some odd metal with a shape to it. She blinked slowly at his orders preferring the company of grass eyes, though at least this bastard had not beaten her, though it seemed he had other plans for her, and whatever they were, surely would not be pleasant.<br><br>However she did as told and after sniffing the mug, drank the wine when offered, Sorcha was not sure if she liked the taste or not but was thirsty and her mouth still felt strange as did her head slightly. The pict tilted her had listening to the conversation between the two, there seemed to be tension there perhaps though it was hard to tell, these men were very alien to her, as were their ways.<br><br><em> Please grass eyes…</em> then she remembered that the Dominus understood and clammed up. Still, being restrained was better than this pit of filth and stench. However metal man was the one that could let her out, and as well as that she had slipped the chains before. <br><br>Autolycus could see her circle her wrists and then roll her shoulders as she had done before as if preparing. Even if this man could speak her language he did not understand, she believed the other man in the room knew more about walking softly upon the earth. However for now Sorcha followed her intrusions’, swallowing hard. The infusion at least had been taken. With her back to him the bruises were even more apparent. At least once out of the cage the pict could continue to plan her escape. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 22:14:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marcus nodded, “They forget the only place a Gladiators aggression is valued is the arena. Otherwise we are just slaves and have to act like such." He gave Maximus a wintry smile, “Something my last master was well versed in.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dusting his hands down, “No doubt there will be the usual pissing contest between the Gladiators until the pecking order is re established after the new influx.” He winced, “And no doubt your existing champion will consider me a threat to his hallowed position.”&nbsp; Then he grinned,” As far as I am concerned he can have it, true you get your pick of women and the like but it means you get pitted against another Ludus champion. Me I prefer to be up against their second raters. Live longer that way and who knows one day I may hold the wooden baton and walk out of the gates.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marcus smiled when the man mentioned women, “Tell me, the Doctre here, is he skilled in Herbal lore?” After all Marcus thought to himself no point in the other Gladiator giving him the names of women that might if the little soldier will not come to attention. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 05:52:07</strong>
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				<strong>Aulus once again in the Outer Courtyards, amongst Antonious, Liliana and company</strong><br><br>It seemed that even despite such close contact, Aulus lacked the common mentality of most men.&nbsp; Such is the cost of devotion to duty.&nbsp; Soldiers like Aulus were so very rare because of their stubborn obligations.&nbsp; His duty was to Rome and to the legion, which usually left most like him dead on the battlefield satisfied by the conquests of their time.&nbsp; Pompey dared though to break this cycle by honorably discharging the young soul before he could dabble in the sins of conquest.&nbsp; Most Roman commanders would be shocked in dismay by Pompey’s strange decision.&nbsp; For one why release such a fine soldier to civilization when he could be more useful on the battlefield.&nbsp; Not to mention since he was still young and innocent unfamiliar with the social graces of nobility, let alone skills in being a merchant.&nbsp; If Mars was seeing this he would be laughing from his red throne at his zealot failed to face even a woman.<br><br>For now though, Liliana seemed quite fed by Aulus’ abridged history and left her with only more intrigue from what it seemed.&nbsp; For a while they had taken sanctuary in the inner courtyards, now they would retreat to where they had first met, within the outer courtyards where Liliana’s curiosity had moved to both gladiators and Antonious’ wares.&nbsp; He seemed to notice though that her enthusiasm was not just because of her enjoyment with him, but it was also amplified by the lack of invitation from the masters of this estate.&nbsp; &nbsp;Though neither she nor even he would make an audible note of it, it did seem rather awkward that the three of them were not graced by a messenger or even a guard to escort them.&nbsp; The chain of thought would be interrupted however by Antonious’ harmless question regarding Aulus’s company. &nbsp;“Antonious, you must jest! Aulus was of course the most gracious of escorts, and I have thoroughly enjoyed his company. In fact, I would like to bend your ear with an idea we were discussing...”<br><br>Antonious’ and Liliana’s discussion would be cut short as she excused herself to grab the attention of a slave of the estate to inform the masters that they had guests in wait.&nbsp; Meanwhile Aulus stay behind Liliana keeping a proper earshot distance to Antonious. &nbsp;“Well m’boy it looks like she seems quite taken by you.&nbsp; &nbsp;I wonder what she has in store for you?&nbsp; It seemed she had something interesting for you telling by the look on her face.”&nbsp; The old merchant chuckled at the young boy, only contemplating the plans that Liliana had in store for him.&nbsp; Aulus was easy to read, much like any parchment or book.&nbsp; Combined with his innocent yet proper behavior it the minds of nobles could see far many uses for such talent and purity.<br><br>“Antonious do you still bear that letter I gave you?”&nbsp; Antonious searched a pouch on his garment to pull out a letter bearing Pompey’s personal seal. &nbsp;“That I do m’lad.”&nbsp; Aulus approached the man nodding politely, “Thank you for holding it Antonious, I think though perhaps I should take a hold of it now.&nbsp; From the looks of it I can complete the second half of my purpose here.” &nbsp;Antonious could only laugh at his rebuttal, “Ever the polite young man.&nbsp; It’s no wonder the lady Liliana took such an interest in you….” a chuckled escaped him, “…however I know you’ll be fine.&nbsp; Just have confidence m’boy.”&nbsp; &nbsp; Aulus could only respond with a hand on Antonious’ left shoulder,&nbsp; his grip firm but not painful symbolizing a more brotherhood form of gratitude, “Surely you don’t think I’m not going in their without you.&nbsp; You started this journey, and by Mars’ grace I’ll see to it that you are with us when we are granted……”<br><br>His dialogue would be interrupted by the sound of a gong that caught not only the attention of Aulus, Antonious, and Liliana, but also another group; a man and woman, the woman seeming to be of the higher class.&nbsp; Within moments a massive door would open revealing a small figure of a man.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps a servant of the estate perhaps, “Welcome to Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis.”&nbsp; Though his voice was soft and raspy he could make out the words that came from his lips.&nbsp; He did follow up however on bringing the guests into the main halls of the estate.&nbsp; Aulus remained by Liliana’s side so to provide proper escort for her.&nbsp; Even with returning to Antonious he was still responsible for keeping her company and protected as well.&nbsp; Antonious remained behind them carrying the remainder of his available wares. &nbsp;"Apologies... I.... please come inside and shade yourselves... quench your thirsts"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 23:05:02</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus starts to restrain the Pict</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>He chuckled a little to himself and so that Autolycus could hear him. Still facing the cage as he spoke in response to the Medicus. “I am sorry as I fear that my madness got the better of me once again. So no your services will not be required.” Knowing that Autolycus appreciates the odd body or two, he promised “Should anyone upset me again, however, I will bring him or her to you alive or dead and not throw them over the cliff.” <br><br>After speaking to the Pict, he turned to see Autolycus composed himself from a moment of assumed surprise. He thought nothing of this at the time but as he spoke to the Pict, he realised that perhaps he was surprised at this, if nothing else. He appreciated the Medicus for assisting him with the task in hand and any questions that he had regarding any of this, he would be more than happy to answer said questions should the Medicus feel it necessary to ask. <br><br>The drink came within moments and just as quickly it was handed to the Pict. Who sniffed it before drinking it without question. “I will do my best, Autolycus. Although I think she is doing the work for me.”<br><br>He noted her concerns that she directed to the Medicus as the restrains were brought into view. As he saw this he began to reconsider his suggestion about putting her into the stables. Perhaps she would be of more use with Autolycus during the night and working in the stables during the day, as they clearly had some sort chemistry or at least understanding of one another.&nbsp; <br><br>He seemed pleased that he had chosen well regarding the restraints and this was further confirmed by the Medicus who commented on his choice, pointing out that shackles would not have sufficed. “Good to know” he remarked as he took them from the guard. As he fastened them to the Pict, he could not help but notice the markings on her arms. He was sure that they were not there before she came into his ownership. He would have to ask regarding there origins. Beating on his stock would not do and whoever had done this would answer to each and every mark. <br><br>With the wrist restraints now fastened, he waited for Autolycus to return with the other items. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 09:59:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, asking the Dominus about his Pictish<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>"I'd appreciate that," Autolycus replied as Manius promised to bring him some dead, possibly even some live bodies to investigate. It was good to have a master who wasn't squeamish about what needed to be done in the interest of science. <br><br>He returned to the Dominus' side carrying a plain bit of cloth to use as a gag and a leather collar to put around Sorcha's neck, a long iron chain attached to the front of it seeing as a slave aught to walk behind her master. It would do for now. If Manius so wished a craftsman could come around later to make her a true slave-collar, the metal kind that would need to be bolted around her neck and bore the legend 'If found please return to...'. <br><br>He handed the items to the Dominus and waited by the cage, looking at Sorcha as he did. He frowned a little as he called him what he considered her version of his name, pleading with him, and shook his head. He could do nothing for her now and he'd rather not show his unusual interest in her by being overly kind and soothing. Not in front of his master - her owner.<br><br>"I think she's almost ready," he said, as if he'd simply been checking to see if the drugs were taking hold yet. <br><br>"So," he asked, unable to contain his curiosity. "How does a Roman born and raised learn to speak what's probably the most barbaric language of them all?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 11:19:11</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus restrains the Pict and answers the question</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>With the Pict still in position, with her back to him, he pulled her to the front of the cage and in one swift movement wrapped the collar around her neck and fastened it. When satisfied that is was not too tight, he took the chain in his hand and pulled it hard so that the Pict was tight to the bars. He was no softy and little reminders like this would serve to remind her of this. <br><br>Putting his foot on the chain to keep it steady, with his free hands he put the gag on her. This would be tight however, as he did not want her to bit anyone. This wild creature from the north. He found the tasks that he had just performed to be a lot easier than he thought originally. What had the Medicus given her? <br><br>When he suggested that she was almost ready, Manius nodded and remarked ”You know I think she is, Autolycus." He released the chain and watched as the Pict fell forwards into the cage. <br><br>Just as he was about to use the key, it came. The how and the why. The question that Manius had dreaded for many years and the words would come from Autolycus. ‘So, how does a Roman born and raised learn to speak what's probably the most barbaric language of them all?’<br><br>He took a deep breath and put the key away. He turned himself around and sat down on the ground. As he told Autolycus most of what he thought, it seemed only fair to answer him. “I would not say learnt more than acquired. I forget his name now and most likely it was a given name anyway. So that fact I wont be too concerned with, if I were you.” He sighed before continuing as the memories that he was digging up were clearly painful. “It was when I was a slave after I lost my command. During the several years working on the docks I befriended him. He was always finding trouble or trouble would find him. I think I probably saved his life hundreds of times. Anyway, I digress.” He paused for a moment and gave the Medicus a smile. He eyes were sad but he thought a smile would hide that. “So when I was bought by the local Praetor, he came with me. Due to unforeseen circumstances, he and I were eventually trained to be Gladiators and to my sadness we were in the end pitted against one another. In which I had to kill him otherwise I would have died too. It was not my finest hour I can tell you, but the motto ‘kill or be killed’ has run through my veins for many years before and continues till this day.” He then fell silent and dipped his head. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 12:31:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, talking to Manius<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>Autolycus was surprised to see the Dominus sink to the floor, overtaken by a sudden melancholy mood brought on, he guessed, not so much by his question but by speaking the language he'd spoken to his friend all those years ago. And probably not since. Picts were a rare thing so far from the North. Hard to capture. And hard to keep, savage as they were.<br><br>It was odd to see his master on the floor, a strong and willful man turned soft and for a second Autolycus considered sitting down on the floor as well, take away that difference in height and talk on the same level. Man to man. One freedman to another. <br><br>Or maybe not, he decided, choosing to remain on his feet.<br><br>"And if you had not killed him and he had not killed you then most likely the both of you would've been punished severely." He reflected. "He had a swift death at least? And with a sword in hand," that was important to the barbarians of the North, or so he'd heard. "Not a bad way to go. And if you won then that means you were the most likely to one day escape that life. And here you are now, a master to your own little Pict," a glance at Sorcha. "To do with as you please... Interesting." He said vaguely, wondering how Manius felt about that reversal in roles.<br><br>"You know the slaves say freedmen make the worst masters of them all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 13:16:01</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus frees the Pict</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>Not needing comfort even after revealing such secrets, he was not surprised when the Medicus did not move. <br><br>With his head still down, he listened to the Medicus and replied once he had cleared his throat “Of course you are right. That is what I thought too and was told after the fact. He begged me to kill him. He told me that he would only want me to do so. It somehow helps but.” He paused to compose himself “he deserved better. We all do, don’t we?”<br><br>His attentions were brought back to he one in the cage at the mention of him having his own Pict. He would treat her as fairly as he could in respect for his past but he would not show this kindness too often as the others would soon notice. <br><br>He smiled at him once again and turned back to the cage. With key in hand he placed it into the lock. <br><br>“Now shall we see about freeing this Pict?” The click of the lock was heard by all present. Time stood still as the sound seemed to echo through the room. Now the test began, would be she be passive, as he hoped, or would she still try to fight. With the door now open, he stood and grabbed the chain and pulled it hard dragging her onto the floor as he backed off to stand next to Autolycus. He only released her once she was at his feet. “Got up.” He commanded in her tongue. “Now we leave.” <br><br>He gestured to the guard to follow and stay close. He instructed him as he watched the Pict begin to stir. “Any movement from her to suggest that she will attack, you have the right to prevent her in anyway you feel necessary.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 13:29:01</strong>
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				Sorcha turned her head once to look at Grass Eyes, she did not understand why he would let this happen, however this was marginally better than being in this slinking box. What were the plans of either of them. The metal man had said she could work in the stables, but he now was lost in his conversation with Autolycus. This was more than confusing to her than more that had gone on.<br><br>Of course Sorcha accepted the bonds so far, after all she escaped most that had been placed on. Though the gag was unpleasant once free from these chains she would, be rid of it. The collar too troubled her but as she felt so tired, well rather less aggressive and relaxed there was little fight there. Even when she struggled it was worthless for now. The pict did however gag when the chain was pulled, a muffled noise of perhaps pain passed from her mouth, perhaps it was a howl. Why had Grass eyes let this happen? was he in bonds too?&nbsp; For not all bonds were visible.<br><br><br>Of course the pict tried to pick up on the words that flowed from both men tried to understand the emotions but it was not easy, these people were so different. It seemed though that even the metal men could allow tears. That was something she did not understand. They were always so cold like the metal they wore.<br><br>She swallowed many times trying to get used to the collar as the door of the cage was finally opened. Of course the woman struggled in her bonds and tried to speak. She was still nervous, especially as Grass eyes had allowed this, perhaps he might explain later why. The Collar was the worst thing, it made sorcha feel that she had no breath.<br><br>At least though even though her legs did not seem to work entirely well she was out of the place that smelt so terrible, so vile. She did stand a little shakily. Feeling more than a little unsure and woozy. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 13:59:38</strong>
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				<strong>Domius enquires as to the Pict’s wounds</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>Seeing her respond as well as she could to his commands, pleased him. She stood before him like a compliant pet. He smiled at her and then turned her around. When done, he observed bruising around her neck that seemed to go under the tunic. He pulled at the top of the tunic until it was torn from the rest, which dropped with ease to the floor, exposing her back. He worst fears were made true as deep bruising and scarification was seen all over her back. <br><br>The fire within him could not be kept back any longer. “Guard! Who did this? I demand an answer.” The guard backed away a little, in fear, and within a few moments he answered reluctantly. “It was the Guard Captain Burrus Ninnius, Dominus.” These words burnt deep into Manius, who responded “Then once we have dispatched the Pict and Autolycus to the Baths, you will need to ensure that he comes to my study to answer for his indiscretion.” <br><br>The guard nodded to show understanding and with that Manius turned his attentions back to the Pict. He handed the chain to the Medicus and said “She is yours for now. Shall we walk to the baths?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 16:18:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, leading Sorcha out of the infirmary<br>Infirmary</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>Autolycus felt tense as Manius let Sorcha from the cage and found himself praying his drugs would be enough or else she would be sensible enough to obey. He feared for her, for that wildness, that fierce will to escape that would get her into nothing but trouble in this place. She was scared, that much was clear from her wide eyes and hurried breaths - perhaps the drugs had not fully taken hold yet - but she did as told. Behaved herself. <br><br>"Good," he told her, wanting to encourage her to keep doing so.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As Manius tore the tunic off her back, exposing bruised and scars as well as he breasts he felt sorry for her, exposed like that, but it was something she would have to get used to. It also helped remind him that she was injured, in need of some treatment and as the Dominus spoke to the guard he went to his workbench to get a few simple supplies. Something to treat her back after he’d bathed her, and tucked them into the pouches on his belt.<br><br>Finished, he took Sorcha’s leash. <br><br>"Come," he told her, giving the chain a little tug to get her moving, then walked out of the infirmary, expecting her to follow. <br><br>It felt odd, leading her by a chain like this. As if he were her master rather than Manius. Odd, but not unpleasant.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 17:25:04</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus collects some stock on the way to the baths with the Pict and Autolycus</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>He led them out onto the training grounds and as he did he paused to see that the Doctore was indeed putting the punishments into play. All but a few, who had been fighting and cleaning up the mess were now either in cages themselves or chained to the walls. He would be back for them in due course but for now he had more important things on his mind. <br><br>He would, however, before moving on, summon three of his stock to his side, they were to be his champion, Rioghan MacCarthaigh, Marcus Didius and one of the ones still waiting to be caged. He pondered over who he would ‘save’ and pointed at the woman, Ryann ap Elim. Her punishment would have to wait for now, he thought. He waited for them to notice him, which did not take long, and called for them to join him. As Ryann came within ear shot, he whispered to her, without emotion as he was sure that she was involved in the fighting “I am sure the Domina will know what to do with you.” He then turned and headed towards the inner courtyard. <br><br>The gate was opened for them and once through, he noticed that the guests had been collected and all that remained was Canis tending the garden. With Autolycus by his side they continued the walk to the baths. <br><br>Along the way, he revisited his idea about the Pict staying with the Medicus. He still wanted that, so now was perhaps a good time to mention it. So he turned his head and spoke “Autolycus, lend me your ear. I think it is wish that I amend my original suggestion regarding the Pict.” He paused for affect before continuing “I would like it, if you would accommodate her in such a way, that she stays with you. You will have sole responsibility for her and should she misbehave then you will decide the punishment. Should she escape, however, then that will also come onto you. Teach her all that you feel she needs to know.” <br><br>Just as he finished speaking, he stopped just outside the entrance to the Baths. “Once you have cleaned her up, be sure to bring her to my study, where you will stay with her until I see fit for her to leave. When I do, you are free to go with her. I would like you to explain her duties and teach her Latin as I tire of speaking her tongue since it brings back to many unpleasant memories. I will of course assist if it is absolutely necessary.” He then smiled at the man and concluded “any questions before I leave you to your task?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 10:26:52</strong>
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				<strong> Sorcha being lead for a bath</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br>Sorcha hated the collar, tried to swallow again and thought she would gag, it felt as if she were being strangled and even as she was dragged like some beast…nay worse than a beast the pict struggled against the bonds and the collar. Of course she could not speak, and for now she would not try to, be cause the metal man understood her.<br><br>Again her shoulders rolled, again in there sockets loosening them a little, though it was difficult as was moving her wrists. As it was her head was not firing properly, Sorcha felt tired, and her legs were feeling a little heavy and she almost fell over a few times as the headed through the area which was a little blurred to her.<br><br>Was this some metal man bonding ceremony…if it was then they were strange people and she did not like it. Again she struggled a little. Not necessarily to escape for now but more to be free of all that caused her such discomfort. Struggling again the bonds tightened once more…As she finally tried to speak drool dribbled over the gag. Though frightened for now with all the drugs in her system she could not fight. That in itself was yet more worrying. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 10:27:47</strong>
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				<strong>~Ryann, collared and threatened~</strong><br><br>One moment she was reveling in the fight, the next a whip was snapping, slaves were scrambling, and she was collared and shoved against the hot wall beneath the balcony in the training yard.<br><br>She had heard the words about her hair, and vanity had swiftly set in. Shave her head? Never! Her deft fingers were swiftly working her long mane into a braid even as the Doctore came to her, harsh eyes gazing deeply into her own as he saw what she had done. Simply a nod and a grunt would be given at what she had done with her thick locks, all before the metallic clank of the collar rang though her ears, and the heavy feeling settled about her throat.<br><br>So wanted to rebel, she wanted to howl her rage, she wanted to slit the throats of all around her, but she knew better. Slitted eyes watched the goings on around her, the cleaning of the mess hall, the scurrying of slaves, and she had once again lost herself in though as sweat trickled over her now dirty flesh, until the arrival of the Dominus once again. From a slightly lowered head, shoulders tight she watched him, her tension rising as he seemed to make a choice, and gestured for her to come. Slow steps were taken, and though her head remained low, her eyes were locked upon him, this man who had purchased her. His whisper, though soft, made it to her ears well enough, and she froze.<br><br>“ The Domina will know what to do with you..”<br><br>As he turned and walked away, her entire body began to shake with rage. The Domina? His wife? She was no house slave! She was no simpering female to be set into a dress and made to pose pretty! She was a WARRIOR! She was made to fight on the sands! Her nostrils were flaring, her fists clenched tight as her chest rose and fell swiftly, harsh words so needing to be screamed out dying on lush lips.<br><br>The Domina? Fine... let them see what setting her within the House as a pretty would get them. Oh just let them see...
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 10:55:56</strong>
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				<strong>Nadia helps to organise the Slaves.</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/Nadia-1.jpg)</div><br>Nadia sighed again at least the girl was clean though the beating would not please the Dominus unless it had been dished out on either the command of his beautiful wife or himself. OH yes she was more than aware who was the power behind the ‘throne’. <br><br>Though it had to be said the Dominus had his ‘little ways’ thus Cariad would only be allowed to dress on her bottom half, not that he was interested in any but the Domina , it was more a feeling power she believed. At least her place meant she could be covered now. "Girl you will have to be dressed again, you will only cover your bottom half....you will have to earn the rest." Though at least the welsh girl was offered a smile.&nbsp; <br><br>Her attentions were now on Galu. “So is it me or you to deal with the guests, it seems we may have a displeased Domina on our hands.” Another sigh passed her lips, this was not going to be a pleasant evening, however the bringing in of new slaves&nbsp; caused enough problems…why guests were invited was just adding to the entertainment and harrasment. “I can deal with these two, and get them ready as required.” She pinched the bridge of her nose…this was going to be a long night.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 22:23:24</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Domina Livia Metalla</em></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>~ entering the Ludus with entourage and Champion</em></span></span><br>~~ fluid time <br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/39358397-39358402-large.jpg)</div><em><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">C</span></strong></em>aris had the sense after pulling on the gate chain to return alongside the chair with fan in hand. Her own back took the brunt of the sun as she wafted the fan up and down in her bid to keep her Domina cool. It would not do to show a trace of perspiration. Her gaze fell only once to Petrocles, seething that an infernal gladiator would give her an order be it merely by the nod of his sun kissed hair or his baritone voice, it was still an insult she cared not for. Yet it had to be born for he had found great favour in the eyes of her beloved Domina. How often had she stood outside her chambers listening unintentionally but&nbsp; having no other noise to fall at her ears save the panting and moaning of them both? She wished it were her place to question the Domina's personal taste in men but knew it was not. Caris also knew she was far from jealous of the man, her own tastes lay firmly in her own gender and knew it was here the problem lay. How often had she desired to be the one causing her domina to moan so beautifully?<br><br>Livia's eyes did not gaze once upon her servant; when her beautiful startling eyes were not downcast in a display of modesty they were fastened upon her gladiator. Many attempts were made to rest, to keep her demeanour calm whilst in this suppressing heat but every time she looked even briefly upon Patrocles she felt her temperature soar greatly. Watching as he swept his hair back, she could all but visualise the trickle of sweat beading down his neck and slicking its way through the expanse of his broad back. A tremor of arousal trickled through her, he was every inch a man, a warrior, he fell short in no detail. <br><br>As his rich voice spoke their arrival her servants irritation was lost on her. The gate opened and Livia smiled as Patrocles came to speak with her. His regard for her comfort endeared him further and it took all her composure and years of fine etiquette to not insist he wrap her legs about his face while he devoured her. She blamed the heat for these wayward lusting thoughts and merely nodded her head, somewhat fearful of what she might actually say were she to speak to him in turn. A non-chalant wave of her hand indicated that the matter dealt with was of no real consequence or import to her and within moments she was being hoisted up on the sedan chair again and carried within to the inner courtyard. Demanding the fan from Caris with a mere outstretching of her hand, she began to fan herself. Letting the papyrus leaves with their beautiful pattern brush a gentle breeze across her face. <br><br>Barely a glance was spared in the direction of the other two that occupied the courtyard, as her chair was lowered once more Livia cast her gaze repeatedly to the form, molded to perfection in his garments, of her gladiator, her champion and felt herself eager to have this meeting over and done with.
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 23:55:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marcus dropped the piece of a chair he had been about to toss on the fire woodpile when the master indicated that he was to come with him. Reaching the indicated spot he stood waiting at parade rest for his next order.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He looked curiously at the female gladiator as she responded in such a strange way to the master’s words. Was she stupid perhaps, barbarians often where. The master had just casually tossed a Gladiator over the edge to his death. If he happened to see such a display of insolence that she was exhibiting then she may follow. Or maybe he would take pity on her and let her off with a sound whipping.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then as the master moved Marcus followed keeping to a respectful distance behind. There was another Gladiator with the little group and Marcus took the opportunity to study him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Reaching the entrance to the baths he came to a stop and stood listening as they discussed a Pict. Presumably a barbarian from one of Rome’s frontiers, presumably an attractive slave from the way the master wanted her to learn Latin. Not that she needed to learn much, get food, get drink, clean here, open your legs, suck it. That pretty much covered the basics for a female slave<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 01:26:20</strong>
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				<strong>Rioghain - now all painted gold, goes to attend his Dominus -</strong><br><br>The preparation of The Celt had finished, the slaves had tended to him well and made sure the gold paint covered <em>every</em> part of his body. Careful hands had been most sensitive. Fine smell oils had been applied and as such, he smelled very fine indeed. Certainly any smells that would offend the nose of a Roman had been done away with for sure, but even if he had not been bathed it was likely such scents like he wore now would have masked them well. With that he had been left unattended, right after one of the nubile slave girls placed a cloth of finer material then he was used to wrapped at his waist. True he most certainly could have done that one himself, but he was the Champion. He deserved such things. <br><br>For some time he stood there, a golden sentinel smelling of fine oils and adorned in his silk white lower end. Soon he would be called upon for some task of which he had several idea's what it might involve, however when a slave informed him that it was Dominus calling for him and not Domina he was a touch surprised. Confident feet carried Rioghan towards his owner. Rioghan was not unfound of his Dominus, he was a decent sort. The man had history and a wisdom in his eye. There were respectable traits to him. Regardless, the celtic gladiator soon reached Manius. "Dominus." he announced upon arriving to make Manius aware of his presence. 
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 11:32:25</strong>
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				<strong> the not really good Gladiators</strong><br><br>“OH for the sake of the gods, for fucks sake what is she doing…” He finished up his work with Marcus when he saw the Dominus speak to the woman. “It’s always the fucking women cant keep their tempers.” He let out a long and loud sigh. “Its always the new fucking slaves…no offense mate you have half a brain at least, they always get us into trouble. I am just hoping the Dominus and his wife are in a good mood today…and it doesn’t look like it. Might mean shot for us, I have seen it before…” Maximus almost had his mark and he really did not want to risk it, neither did he want any silly little woman to risk it either.&nbsp; <br><br>“A pict? Oh what…because that thing is going to be stable. The Dominus has really pulled in the freak show this time. We have the…creature upstairs the one over there and a pict…I suggest mate you stay out of the firing line. And once its over we can get on with business.”&nbsp; Atticus finally turned up sporting a black eye,. “More trouble?” he mumbled and came into line, he had, had duties elsewhere for the Dominus. Maximus introduced him to Marcus. As this went on he continued talking,&nbsp; he said that this place was becoming worse than a bad Greek play.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 14:50:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus answers the Dominus <br>Inner Courtyard</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>"This is hardly part of my usual duties," Autolycus said, surprised by the Dominus' decision to place Sorcha in his keeping, for him to train as he saw fit, a task that usually fell to either Galo or Nadia. "But if that's your wish," he was quick - a little too quick - to add, "I'll do my best to make her fit for service in the house. It may take some time..." the last was said with a meaningful look at the woman, now struggling against her bonds, trying to speak through her gag. Not quite resisting the treatment she was getting and yet clearly not ready to give in completely. <br><br>How long, he wondered, would he be able to stretch her 'education'? Ah but that was thinking too far ahead. As fascinating as he found her at the moment he might grow bored with her yet... Quite possibly around the time she learned to behave as she should. A meek and obedient slave. All that fire gone. He'd seen it happen.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll have her in your study on the hour," he promised the Dominus after a glance at the sundial that stood in center of the courtyard. <br><br>Yes, three-quarters of an hour ought to be enough to do what had to be done. <br><br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>Autolycus entering the Servant Baths with Sorcha<br>(fluid time – Galo, Nadia, Amplus and Cariad already left)<br></em></div><hr><br>The servant baths were empty as Autolycus led Sorcha inside, just like he'd hoped they'd be, and as soon as they were through the door he closed it and locked it so there would be no unwanted spectators and of course also to keep the Pict from escaping. He kept a hold of her leash as he walked to a nearby cabinet to get some bathing supplies. A comb and some coarse woolen towels that he deposited next to the bath and a vial of oil and strigil that he kept with him as he led Sorcha to the centre of the floor. <br>&nbsp;<br>Now came the difficult bit, the part he’d dreaded but that could not be avoided. <br><br>He waited, leaving Sorcha in one place until she was quite still. Then, with infinite slowness, he lowered the chain that held her to the floor, the links hitting the flagstones one at a time with soft ping-ing noises that seemed loud in the otherwise quiet space. He watched her the whole time, as if his eyes might hold her in place when the chain did no longer, his body tense, ready to act should she try to fight or flight. <br><br>“Stay,” he told her. <em>Please stay</em>.<br><br>For if she did not getting her cleaned and groomed would be difficult, if not impossible.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 16:31:26</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus takes his stock to his study</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>Upon hearing his title from his champion, as he came close, Manius nodded in acknowledgement before smiling to show how impressed he was with his champion. The man was magnificent. Perhaps he would gift him a slave of his choice for the night once the proceedings had died down. <br><br>While he waited at the entrance to the baths, for the Medicus to respond, he reflected on Ryann's situation. Her rage did not concern him. He had more important things to consider here and the inappropriate behaviour of a slave was not one of them. He had tamed far more aggressive slaves then her in the past. After all he had potentially saved her from the Doctore's punishment. Of course she did not know that this act was a sign of his generosity. He had decided that he would mentally torment her instead. As the use of physical force would be wasted on her since he did not want to potentially break her body.&nbsp; If her rage persisted, which would be of great use in the arena, outside the arena, there were many options he could use. <br><br>Before deciding on tormenting her mentally, he considered&nbsp; the cliff drop, which proved more than successful in the past, but not very cost effective. He could have her drugged, which would be fine for the Ludus but not so useful when she had to fight. Then there was the threat of being raped. He dismissed these ideas as soon as they came to him. There had to be a better punishment. Then it dawned on him. He would punish the others and make her watch. She would know that it was because of her. He would make sure of that. To begin with, he would have some of the men whipped and left on the sands then he would have one of the new females involved in an sex orgy of sorts. Non consensual of course as he wanted her to see the fear in the slaves eyes. Otherwise what would be the point. Perhaps one of the virgins, as there were plenty of them currently. This issue would soon be resolved he was certain of that. <br><br>His thoughts were soon brought back into the real world by the voice of Autolycus. He smiled to acknowledge the man. “Thank you” he said as the Medicus entered the baths with the Pict. Once they were out of sight, he turned to the others and commanded “Come, for we have guests that need our attentions.” So with the best that he could offer, he took them up the stairs and after turning right at the top, he headed in the direction of his study, where his guests would be waiting. 
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 17:06:09</strong>
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				<strong> Sorcha thinks she is going to be drowned</strong><br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br>Sorcha tried to keep her heavy feet upon the sand, along with her heavy head and eyes, the young woman was tired and still confused. Why was she not going to the horses? Her mind was not elsewhere but did not feel as it should. The truth was she was thirsty in this head, and had an odd taste in her mouth a taste that caused her to dribble more over the gag.<br><br>As they walked the remnants of her ripped and torn clothing fell almost tripping her up as she headed behind the Medicus still on the chain that too was making her feel ill. The pict continued to try to escape from her bonds though they only grew tighter, she made noises from behind the gag, and they were becoming more desperate.<br><br>Once they were then into the bath house, that was when fear started to fill her eyes when she saw the water. ‘was that to drown her? Was that the plan? Another howl or rather an extremely muffled howl passed over the gag’. Of course Socha understood <em>Stay</em> she ran briefly but tripped. Her breathing becoming faster with panic. As it was the young pict tried to speak but it was almost impossible.<br><br>Nothing made sense here, was grass eyes going to drown her now?<br><br><br><em> Help me...</em>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 22:41:01</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marcus watched and listened trying to get a handle on his master, after all that is how you survived as a slave.<br>Although with masters you just could not win no matter what you did, they where sadists or spoilt to the core and inflicting pain was just their thing.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But up to now this new master seemed a thinker, who in some ways was good, no rash actions but in others bad as he would sacrifice you in a heartbeat if it suited one of his plans. Like this moment, the man seemed surprised to be put in charge of the Pict which meant of course the master had a reason.<br>Marcus hoped the man would spend time wondering what, he certainly would.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; They where joined by a gold painted and well scented man who as he introduced himself recognized as being the Ludus champion. Marcus looked at the man, his face a blank page with nothing written on it. Hmm Marcus thought that if that is how the master wishes his champion to be dressed the man was welcome to be the champion with Marcus blessing.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In fact where he to become champion despite his vow to do what ever he had too survive then he would be tempted to drop his guard in the area. Better the sudden stab of the Trident or the slash of a blade than that.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The master commanded them to follow and Marcus dropped back letting the Champion proceed him as was proper for an ordinary Gladiator. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 19:49:25</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo Greets the guest, fluid time~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br><br><br>Careful not to cut himself, even in his hate, Galo methodically removed the hair from his jaw - though he did spare time to wave the razor in the direction of Nadia at her nagging. “What to you think I am doing woman? Have a little faith in me.” For all his irritation, the nagging helped to calm him somewhat. The familiar banter was comforting.<br><br>Once done, he plunged under the water, running his hands over his face and head to remove lose stubble and the gunk that had been used to clean his hair. Coming up for air, he grabbed the herbal scrub and after dunking it in the water used it first on his hair, ignoring the tugs and snags from using it with such haste, then over his neck, chest and arms. He relished the tingle it caused but didn’t press too hard, the red flush it left in it’s wake would be too obvious if he did. After a final submersion to be sure he hair was clean, he was done.<br><br>Climbing out of the baths, careful not to slip he snatched up the cloth to dry himself, rubbing vigorously at his hair before quickly replacing the cloth with another. When Nadia addressed him again, his view of her was partly obscured by the cloth on his head but that did not matter. “It seems the fastest way to get it done. I will deal with the guests.”<br><br>Casting aside the cloth for a third to dry his body with, Galo made short work of it before getting dressed. His tunic was elaborate for a slave in reflection of his station, though his sandals and belt were normal enough.<br><br>Quickly running the comb through his still very damp hair, checking his reflection, he finally found himself presentable, all trace of the road gone.<br><br>Gathering the items he had brought with him, leaving his dirty travel clothes, Galo nodded to the others as he left, quickly darting into the slaves cubicles, dumping his items on his cot - no other slave would dare touch them here.<br><br>Composing himself, he stepped out and into the inner courtyard, keen eyes taking in the appearance of the guests, from the fine appearance of the two Roman women, the armoured man and pretty slave girl stood close to one of them, to the other two men in convocation.<br><br>Walking across the courtyard it was apparent to him that there were two groups here, not one. Interesting... and inconvenient. That would be more work for the house slaves then.<br><br>Stopping a respectful distance away, he bowed, “Greetings and welcome to the Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis. I am called Galo, Manservant to the Dominus Manius Atellus. Apologies for any delays, today has been a most unusual and hectic day...”<br><br>Stepping up to the platter of fruit, he picked it up to offer it around. <br><br>“I have been ordered to escort you all to the Dominus’ study, there are light snacks and wine awaiting you there. When you are ready, if you would please follow me...”
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 23:48:33</strong>
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				<strong><em>~Ryann, following Dominus orders~</em></strong><br><br>She stood behind all, Dominus, Rioghan, and Marcus, and she simply seethed. Watching the Champion move like a golden panther towards Manius had made her want to choke. Where was her Brothers pride? She remembered well his words to her, all about surviving, yet to see the massive mountain gleaming like the Roman god Apollo, following the Dominus like a lapdog, all she could think was that he was a traitor to their land.<br><br>The new man at least she could deal with slightly better. He was a silent sentinel, looking to be army trained, following orders as a soldier would, not as a slave would.<br><br>Tendrils of hair fell from the hasty plait she had made of her thick mane as piercing green hues stared upon Manius as he waited for whatever orders he had placed to be followed. She saw his far away look as he mind worked over any myriad of things. She herself had her mind racing. Why had she been chosen with these two men?<br><br>Her answer came soon enough as the Dominus turned to her and the two men..." Come, we have guests that need our attention”...Our? Our attention? Well, the Domina had not been mentioned, perhaps this was a good thing. Maybe she would not be turned over to the simpering lady of this house to be made into a dress wearing whore. In silence she followed, her gaze working around her surroundings constantly, always searching. For what..no one but she knew.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 11:55:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus tries to calm Sorcha <br>Servant Baths</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>Autolycus was ready for her to try something and his arm flung out as Sorcha bolted. His hand closed on her shoulder, fingers and nails dug into her skin but she slipped from his grasp only to trip on the chain that now hung freely from the collar on her neck and land painfully on the flagstones, unable to break her fall since her hands were still tied behind her back.<br><br>"Πέoς-Πλούτων!!" He cursed, angry that she should try to run away, such a foolish escape attempt... Had she learned nothing from the last time!? But then he heard her quick, raspy breaths, saw her scramble to get away from him. Not aiming for the door either, but foolishly crawling into a corner of the room. So this was no escape attempt, more like a mad, panicked flight. She was scared. So terrified even the cocktail of calming drugs he'd given her seemed unable to suppress it.<br><br>Whatever for? He'd done nothing to harm her, had been nothing but kind.<br><br>He took a deep breath, let the anger, the tension he'd felt as he'd released her flow from his body. Just a frightened young woman, he could deal with frightened. <br><br>"Easy..." he said in a soothing, low rumble like one might use on a skittish horse. "Easy," he walked closer until he was but a foot away and stopped there, kneeling so as to look less threatening. Not touching her just yet. "I won't hurt you. I'm just going to wash you. Make you clean... Clean?" He repeated, raising his eyebrows to ask if she understood. <br><br>He was almost certain he'd heard her say the word ‘clean’ before, when she was trapped in the filthy boar-cage.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 10:20:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br><br>Sorcha was running on adrenaline and was afraid, this man had been kind to her but her head felt strange, her body hurt and this man was going to drown her. Finally though she calmed a touch, and she thought she knew the word clean. Trust was something difficult for the pict. Still this man had not hurt her yet... and her mate was with him.<br><br>She copied his words or rather tried to through the gag. Her breathing became slower though was still a little gasping and her eyes never left the man. Why had he brought her here…<em>Clean</em> Sorcha wanted to be clean... but was so unsure of all that was happening. <br><br>Of course the woman wanted to run yet her legs did not appear to work properly, they were heavy and yet did not seem able or ready to to hold her weight. “Not dirty?” Sorcha tried to say through the gag.<br><br>Her voice was rather strained and panicked her breath coming fast yet again, her skin too was near glistening with perspiration. Why did nothing make sense in this boiling land of the sick. Were all these people suffering from sickness of the mind…had she too been affected now for her own head would not work. Would she become like them. That in itself made her more afraid.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 15:36:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus , with Sorcha in the Servant Baths</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>"Not dirty, that’s right," Autolycus said, pleased she understood. <br><br>He shuffled closer, putting his hands up as he did, showing his empty palms before reaching for the gag that troubled her so. "Let me just get this…" his fingertips bushed her cheeks before slipping between her skin and the cloth. Slowly, he pulled it forward out of her mouth then down so it was dangling around her neck along with the collar. <br><br>"There," he said. "That's better."<br><br>His hands were still on her face and he used them to till her head upward so he might look into her dark eyes.<br><br>"It won't be so bad," he told her, "You may even like it."
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 17:19:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br>She continued to lean against him, not knowing what to do save run, but her legs did not work and her hands were bound. Sorcha struggled again against them again. Yet her lips brushed his hand, then his arm. Noises still fell from her mouth and she spoke the name Autolycus once more. “Clean?...clean? <em>Please…please </em> “Autolycus.<br><br>She still nuzzled against his face taking in the scent of the man he could not understand the words <em> you smell good</em>. The truth was&nbsp; she thought he could understand on another level that even the metal man would not know. <em>We see…we see the horses soon? And the wolves?</em>&nbsp; Her voice was still breathy as she struggled with the drugs. <em> I do not like the cloth in my mouth.</em> The Pict believed he would understand her...<br><br>Then shaking her head Sorcha spat a couple of times then, though not at the Greek rather to get the taste of the cloth away and then again when she mentioned the metal men, that had forced her into a cage and the other that had bound her. She wanted to be clean from their touch upon her…yes he could ‘clean’ her so she was no longer dirty or violated. Her eyes still would not leave his.<br><br>"Clean..." her eyes returned then to his. "Clean"
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				Post by: <strong>Dragondancer</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 01:13:14</strong>
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				<strong>~ Liliana unexpectedly taking her leave from the courtyard of the Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis ~</strong><br><br>Suddenly a muffled commotion was heard outside the ludus, the sounds of gruff rebuke countered by urgent demands as Liliana’s carriage driver burst through the outside entry doors.<br><br>“Rufius! Whatever possesses you?” Liliana’s concerned reprimand greeted her driver as he hurried up to her, panting with his efforts.<br><br>“Apologies, Mistress Liliana! But I have just been informed of dire news. Your husband’s ship has returned to port unexpectedly; Master Nerva has been gravely injured and is being returned to you seeking your care.”<br><br>The color immediately drained from Liliana’s face as grim concern took hold, her fingers grasping tightly to Aulus’ arm as she steadied herself.&nbsp; “Apologies, my dear Aulus,” her worried violet eyes were wide and pleading as she looked earnestly into Aulus’ blue gaze. Nodding her distracted goodbye to Antonius as well, and glancing briefly to the other party as they were being escorted within the interior of the ludus, Liliana gathered up handfuls of her light green silks to lift the hem of her gown as her running sandaled feet swiftly carried her outside the ludus to her waiting carriage.<br><br>Climbing quickly into her carriage, Liliana’s thoughts were swirling with concern for her husband; his plight must be dire indeed for him to have turned his ship around. He was of very hardy stock and had suffered easily through many a hardship before; but now...‘twas true the man was approaching the age where health maladies took a heavier toll then they did in his younger days. Her worried thoughts fully on Gnaeus, Liliana’s ambitions for sponsoring a gladiator and her desire to assist Aulus would have to wait for another day. <br><br>The carriage jerked away from the ludus with a creaking of wood while plumes of dust spurted from beneath the wheels as the driver flicked the reins sharply, urging the horse to as fast a pace as was prudent. Unbeknownst to Liliana, Rufius, or any within the ludus, Liliana was departing with more than she had arrived with, notwithstanding the gift of wine she had left behind.&nbsp; For in fact right below Liliana’s delicate feet, hidden between the wooden support slats underneath the carriage, a small form curled up and held on tightly as the rough ride jostled her tender body. The young girl would be dirty and bruised by the time the carriage unknowingly brought her to Liliana’s villa; however, the girl was more than grateful for the painful transport. <br><br>Having accidentally come across the gruesome discovery of the bodies of two beautiful and gentle slaves - murdered at this very ludus! - on the heels of watching in horrified disbelief as the Dominus had flung a slave over the cliff to his death for merely a small infraction, the terrified girl had made a desperate decision. Fearing for her very life should she remain within this ludus, the young slave had chosen to hope for her life to be safer in the hands of the gentle-looking lady she had seen lingering in an extended visit in the courtyards. And, mustering up all her courage - and significant skills at slipping by unnoticed - she had escaped from the ludus and hidden beneath the lady’s carriage. Her petite body was wedged into an opportune but tiny space beneath the carriage, hidden well from any who might glance in the carriage’s direction.&nbsp; Her small hands clenching tightly to the rough wood, with splinters beginning to dig into her soft skin, Aishwa tearfully prayed that the beautiful lady was as kind as she appeared and that she would accept her for her own. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 12:29:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus , giving Sorcha a little demonstration</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRQFZ7vRjq82b9wFMqqyD9rLGyz-SQkOsQQMYcTTY1F1m5NOPIgqA)</div>"Clean," Autolycus echoed, looking back into her eyes with a steady gaze. She was scared, still, despite it being just him and her, no Dominus, no guards and he had not harmed her yet. He had no intention of harming either. He wished she weren't so frightened. Then again... maybe he should be glad she was. Frightened was better than angry, better than that wild, fierce mood she'd been in before, when she'd bitten off the guard's ear. <br><br>He could deal with frightened. <br><br>"We'll need to get you to your feet first, come on," he said as he moved his hands from her face to her upper arms and began to help her up. <br><br>Once he had her standing he felt maybe a little demonstration was in order. <br><br>He took the small vial of oil he'd taken from the cupboard before, now dangling from a ring on his belt along with a strange bronze implement about 10 inches long. He poured the oil onto his lower arm, rubbed it in, then took the metal implement and used it to scrape off the oil along with the dirt and grime that had covered him leaving a nice, clean patch of skin. <br><br>"Clean," he said, looking up at her. "See?"
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 19:15:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/Nadia-1.jpg)</div><br><br>Nadia was well aware what was going to happen in the sands as she led the two new slaves to meet her master. Whoever had caused this was extremely foolish, and if it risked her children’s place…well she would be talking to Galo.&nbsp; Why did the new blood always cause trouble, could they not see it did not only affect themselves but everyone else in the Ludus .<br><br>She the looked to Cariad, at least this one was behaving. “You are lucky girl…I am sure the Domaina will take kindly too you. After all you are a pretty one…but remember to be not <em>too</em> pretty. The Dominus is fair…fairer than most, unless angered however I get the feeling that he is however in an unpleasant mood.”<br><br>On the way to the lounge a rather ordinarily looking house slave rushed over and whispered in Nadia’s ear. The head slaves face fell a little though, she seemed upset however only for a moment, for she had learned to wear a mask. After all Nadia had learned the importance.<br><br>“Come…” she said taking both slaves to the study now as Galo dealt with guests. The two of them would likely have to toss a coin to see who would ‘help’ Matriana to the showing.<br><br>Thus the two new slaves with her were shown to the study…Nadia knew it was going to be a long night…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 10:43:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/39358397-39358402-large.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Livia </em>-</span> with personal servant Ceris and champion Patrocles<br>tagged: - Galo | Liliana | Aulus</span><br><br>Livia wished for sanctuary from the blistering heat, it mattered not that she was raised beneath its canopy, the very air felt as if the hounds of Hades had stifled it. Allowing her head to loll back upon the head rest of her chair she enjoyed the gentle ministrations of her fan that lightly brushed a duct of air abroad her face and chest. It felt heavenly but she would do well to be indoors now and was about to call upon Ceris her personal servant to find out exactly what the delay was when the gates opened and a well groomed servant appeared. Her visage was calm and dignified as she looked up on him. The greeting to the Ludus was in her own opinion a tad showy as if he were a stall owner exhibiting his wares. Why Manius had his servant introduce himself to those of noble station was infuriating and somewhat demeaning, as if the man thought himself an equal. <br><br><strong>"He better not think I will introduce myself personally to him"</strong> she mused lightly behind her fan receiving a small smile from Ceris who would make the introductions. Livia did not speak to other peoples servants unless it was to wave them away. She glared at Patrocles, if that oaf even contemplated stepping forward to procure fruit for the Domina from the servant she knew she'd personally stab him with his own gladius.<br><br>As Galo neared with the platter of fruit Ceris stepped forward instantly to take some grapes to pass to her Domina. Commotion so ensued with the abrupt entrance of a servant belonging to Liliana Nerva. It seemed only then that Livia truly noted that there were others in the courtyard and glanced in the direction of mistress and servant speaking. It was clear enough for all to hear that some misadventure had befallen Gnaeus Nerva, a well respected merchant that she knew herself by reputation and some dealings with her husband. <br><br>Known for her compassion, it tugged at her now. If something had happened to Liliana's husband then assistance may be required. She would make further inquiries into the matter when she returned to her home, for now there was little she could do but alight from her chair and wave the servant Galo on, so she could move to the study with Ceris and Patrocles. Her eyes fell to the Roman soldier that stood also in the courtyard and she inclined her head briefly to him. With Liliana's departure at least it meant more drink to compensate for this infernal heat. As much as she thought the woman inferior she could deny that she had at least the fortitude to improve herself by marriage and fashion.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 11:21:22</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br>Sorcha saw the weapon he took from his belt and struggled against the bonds, trying too be free of them, narrowed her eyes and her lips curled as she shuffled back a little. However there was only a wall there, it felt hard against her skin and it was uncomfortable against her bruised skin. Again the pict let out a snarl, perhaps more like a hiss from a wild cat. <br><br>It was perhaps a little less aggressive than she had been with the guard, but then the pict had been drugged and was well secured even though she continued to try to be rid of her bonds, that were hurting her. Indeed Sorcha snapped as Autolycus went to help her too her feet, though it more defensive at the moment. The pict was not foolish enough as yet to bite, but even through the drugs he could feel the tension.&nbsp; Her eyes too kept looking towards the door…Another growl passed her lips…<br><br><br>Sorcha shook her head again, trying to be rid of the sickness in her mind. Then there was a pause, “Good dog…”<br><br>She watched as the Medicus cleaned his arm and frowned. Still looking ready to pounce for the door. <em> not stab Grass eyes…. Autolycus…Sorcha good</em> Her breathing was heavy again.&nbsp; “Yes clean…” <em> not stab…</em> her eyes still remained on the door and this man with a weapon.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 11:24:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad on the move. With Nadia and Amplus</strong></div><div class="floatright">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div><br>Cariad's face dropped a little as Nadia told her her redress. She would be exposing herself to everyone, but there was no time to argue, Cariad smiled and complied. Wrapping the material around her waist, her rounded breasts pert, her skin a pale tan now the dirt and dust had been cleaned. Her long brown hair was drying in the heat, her natural waves springing back to where they used to be. Cariad's back now exposed the warm air on her flesh seemed to aid the healing. Cariad was beginning to wonder what her purpose was amongst this place of fights, medicine men and brutal guards.<br><br>Watching as Nadia took pace, heading out of the baths, Cariad's breasts bounced slightly with her step, the sun making her flesh glow even more. Lifting her head, enjoying a brief moment of the sun on her face, Cariad stopped just in time to see Nadia turn to talk to her.<br><br>"Sorry, but what do you mean too pretty? I shall hold my tongue, for I know the consequences of that action but how can I be too ......?" Her words were cut short as another servant ran to Nadia and whispered something in her ear. Cariad turned away to give them their privacy, it was not her business. Instead her eyes fell upon Amplus, Cariad's head dropped to the side slightly as she smiled before having to turn and trot to catch up with Nadia.<br><br>Upon entering the house, it was cooler in there, away from the warming rays of the sun, Cariad's skin raised, her nipples hardened from the temperature change. Looking around the room they had arrived in, Cariad stood still and straight, desperately trying not to move or displease anyone. 
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				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 17:15:36</strong>
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				Standing in the courtyard waiting for the master of the house to come and greet Domina made Patrocles impatient.&nbsp; <em>How dare he keep her waiting like this?</em>&nbsp; He knew it was all a part of the game that these Romans played with each other; a game of intrigue, alliances, scheming and fighting to better one’s station or position.&nbsp; As a gladiator, and as a former soldier, he had no time or patience for it.&nbsp; He preferred a clear enemy, a clear and decisive strike followed by the clear spoils of his victory.&nbsp; That was the way of his world and it was the way he liked it.&nbsp; A strike from behind or from the shadows was a strike without honor and was worthy of disdain.<br><br>Watching as the servants milled around welcoming people and ushering them into the villa was interrupted as the gate all but flew open and in the ensuing activity one of the guests departed abruptly.&nbsp; Patrocles did not bother to inquire what had happened and did not really care as long as it did not prevent him from his duties and did not endanger his charge.&nbsp; <br><br>He did step forward and block the way of one of the servants as they approached the spot where Domina lingered with a tray of fruit.&nbsp; It was not the place of the slaves from another patron to approach her and he softly but firmly made that clear, allowing instead for Ceris to step forward and take the fruit as it was offered.&nbsp; The man kept a respectable distance and that was all Patrocles wanted.&nbsp; It would not do to have to force him back from where his mistress sat while they were in another’s home, or at least on the outskirts of it.<br><br>He felt a small breeze stir the warm air around the courtyard, and noticed that the sounds of battle had ceased from the training yard.&nbsp; He continued to sweep his gaze around the yard, looking for anything out of the ordinary.&nbsp; He felt Domina’s eyes upon him as he stood over her protectively, but it would not be wise to look at her directly, knowing that he would not be able to tear his eyes from her beauty and his duty would suffer for it.&nbsp; While he did not think trouble was at hand, he could not allow himself to look upon her. and her lusting eyes, as his thoughts and attention would no longer be his own to control, but rather would be controlled by baser passions.&nbsp; The very thought of her eyes upon his body caused him to stiffen ever so slightly and he found that he had to shift his stance to accommodate for his rising stature.&nbsp; He knew that tonight when this business was done that Domina would have further duties for him to perform.&nbsp; He relished the thoughts.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 13:11:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus , with Sorcha in the Servant Baths</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>"Sor-kha..." he spoke softly, looking at her. She was scared. <em>Still</em>. Trying to dig through the wall with her shoulder blades by the looks of it. Muttering in that strange language of hers. He saw her eyes dart towards the door, back to him, back to the door. Clearly, she was contemplating escape. <br><br>Good thing he'd locked the door. Good thing he hadn't taken off her wrist-restrains.<br><br>And damn her for wanting to get away from him. <br><br>"There really is nothing to be afraid of," he said, sounding irritated now. He was doing his best, the Gods knew. Doing his best to stay calm, be patient and kind, to keep talking to her because though she could not understand his words he hoped a soothing tone might calm her but no matter how nice he was it seemed she simply did not want to be here, with him. That vexed him. She'd wanted to be with him before. Yes, she'd been drugged out of her mind at the time, but still... <br><br>Sighing, Autolycus returned the strigil to the ring on his belt and poured some more oil into his palm, then rubbed his hands together to spread it evenly over both palms, warming it a little as he did. <br><br>"I'm going to put this oil on your body now, alright?" He said, trying for that soothing tone once more. He had to be patient. Knew the Pict would not change, in just a few hours, from a wild, feral, terrified thing to...- What? A nice, docile, sweet girl...? No, she'd never be that. <br><br>He stepped towards her, lifting his hands as he got close. <br><br>He hoped she'd let him touch her, at least. Let him run his oiled hands over her naked skin. Yes, if she'd just allow him to do that he'd be pleased enough.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 13:48:47</strong>
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				<strong> Sorcha in the bath house</strong><br><br>Sorcha watched carefully, though her eyes still passed to the door. Though less now, Grass eyes was being kind so she had to be calmer, had to wait. It was only him and her, and her mate that had joined him... “ Good dog?” It was then she spoke quietly and said a name “Cararoc.” …<em>grass eyes …</em><br><br>Her breath slowed a little and she blinked again trying to keep her brain from the world of spirit, from the half world. <em>I want to run, but my legs don’t work, you have the eyes&nbsp; of Cararoc…</em><br><br>“Clean…yes?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>for you… I will&nbsp; stay with grass eyes not with the …”</em> She could not find the words. Sorcha tried to be away from the bonds more and let out another howl as they dug into her flesh. In the distance the dogs returned her howl.<br><br>“Please ….clean…good dog…”&nbsp; Of course her eyes still flicked to the door but for the most they were on the Medicus. “Good…?” It seemed she would be compliant for the moment as there was little else for her to do , the pict even said his name once more. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 21:59:39</strong>
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				<strong>Canis drops his tool to the ground to attend to other errands and hears the scream.</strong> <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100193.msg4729498#msg4729498">Quote from: Cadavar on 02-06-2011, 14:06:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Matriana frames the servant</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.britmovie.co.uk/wp-content/images/people/295-Hattie-Jacques.jpg)</div>With Bastian still laying on her stomach, slowly sinking in, she pushed him off her as the milk from her breast trickled to a stop. He then moved him under the covers and positioned him in such a way as to suggest to the casual onlooker that he was sleeping. With his head exposed now, she was not totally convinced so she pulled the covers over his head. She could not abide his face when alive and when dead the yellowish white complexion that appear, as the blood went elsewhere, was too much to for her. Once satisfied she tossed the grapes under the bed before calling for the male servant that had just left to return to attend to her every need. Once inside the room, she asked that he lock the door and give her the key. He followed her every command until finally laying with her as he had done before.<br><br>After he had performed his duties, he was instructed to clean himself up and whilst he was in the adjoining bathroom she pulled the sheets away from her husband and scream. The scream could have wakened the dead. Unfortunately for Bastian that was only metaphorical as he did not stir. What did, however, happen was the naked servant burst back into the room and enquired as to the scream. In the loudest bellowing voice she could muster she said “You killed my husband!” The servant looked at her astonished as this was no reward for the depravity she had forced him to perform. The cheese smell would linger for weeks, he thought. He stood there speechless at such accusations as knocking on the bedroom door became loader and loader until finally the sound of a key was heard and the door was finally opened.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/gal_90s_young_hercules_gosling.jpg)</div><br>Getting carried away with his gardening as he so often did, made him almost forget that he had other errands to perform before the night drew in. He placed his hard tool onto the firm and recently moistened holes that he had made in the ground. As he stood the wind did catch his urea scented tresses. Urea of course, to his hatred, was used to kill the nits. Nits that he was convinced he had caught from the recent batch of stock that the Dominus had purchased. <br><br>He looked forward to the oiling later as he moved his hair aside from his vole eyes with his salad fingers and took in the night air into his youthful and perfect chest. His firm leg muscles tensed and assisted him in his walking, as they had done many times before on the stairs as he headed up them to attend to the needs of the guests. <br><br>Once he was upstairs he would make sure that the beds were made and if any heavy things needed to be taken anywhere he would offer his services as usual. As he reached the top of the stairs, he observed that the guests were almost upon the study and once they were inside, he went in the opposite direction towards the main bedroom and to do that he knew he would have to pass the guest bedrooms. As he came to Matriana’s door, a scream was heard that would wake the dead. Curiosity got the better of him as he opened the door to enquire as to the nature of the siren scream.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 12:07:01</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus is taken to the Master’s Study with Cariad by Nadia</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div>With his cloths now starting to starch his soft skin, he watched as Nadia addressed Cariad. A little stirring under his clothing could be felt upon over hearing that Cariad would remain naked from neck to waist. <br><br>He listened as Nadia address Galo as if they had some sort of connection that he would have no business considering. His response to Nadia came back twice as sharp to Amplus’ internal amusement. He watched as the man made his leave to attend to the guests and once he had left, his attentions were brought back to the two women and the voice of Nadia addressing the now perfectly presented Cariad. He heard the warning regarding the Dominus and his mood and feared for Cariad’s safety. He had not known her long but he would do anything he could to protect her.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Whilst he considered how he could protect her, the word ‘Come’ filled his ears. It was time for him to perform for his masters, whilst Bastian and Matriana entertained themselves elsewhere. <br><br>The walk to the study seemed to go on for a lifetime. He observed Cariad as her breast naturally moved as she walked. This did not help him in any way as he had to look away since his cock sprang to life. He filled his head with Matriana and the girth soon reduced. He was soon able to focus on her once again with new found confidence. If his cock was to react when sighted with such beauty, he would have to simply remember the oh so frequent times he had to satisfy Matriana. That way he would keep his cock and not loose it to a jealous guard who took insult to such a mighty weapon. So he watched her as she swayed angelically across the sands. He caught a glance from her and shyly smiled back before pretending he was looking at something just in front for her.&nbsp; <br><br>They then entered the house. As his toes touched the tiles, a shudder went through him as the cooler air filled his lungs. His nipples reacted to the coolness of the inside and too his delight so did Cariad’s. Was she trying to torment him? he thought. He wanted her right her and right now but he could not. So he walked up the stairs and down to the study as a thousand images of what he wanted to do to her flooding his oh so creative mind. Once inside the room he stood close to Cariad until instructed to do otherwise. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 00:01:25</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo shows the guest to the Study~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br><br><br>Galo watched with only mild interest at the commotion as one of the guests left, not paying it too much attention as he focussed on his work. It meant less work and less trouble for him and the other slaves so he was glad.<br><br>Long experience had taught him not to so much as twitch an eyebrow as the snide comment from the remaining Roman woman. He has heard worse from others, though the fact she found fault at his formal introduction was concerning; if this one was even more arrogant and dismissive of slaves then the usual Roman then she may become a menace and a real danger to those that worked in the house. He had done what was proper for his station; as manservant to the Dominus he frequently spoke to people on the Dominus’ behalf if the man himself were otherwise occupied or unavailable. If there were one slave in the Ludus who aught to announce himself, it was him.<br><br>Galo also considered the option that the harpy was just testing him, something he had been subjected to before. It made no difference. He would continue to act as he was supposed to, regardless.<br><br>Just as he was finishing offering out the fruit and contemplating what herb he might be able to slip into the woman’s drink to make her ill enough to want to leave but not so sick as to force her to stay, the actions and demeanour of her armoured slave - a gladiator he assumed - and even the Roman herself caught his eye. He was so overly protective - did he expect assassins to leap from the roof tops? For Galo himself to pull a dagger on her? That would be utterly foolish and while Galo commended the vigilance, it was wasted. Although the reason for such attention was interesting; Perhaps he was also her sex slave?<br><br>Still carrying the platter, seeing there was nothing more to do down here, he bowed slightly. “This way, please.”<br><br>With that he turned to head up the stairs, leading the way into the study and quickly setting the platter down to hold the door open to the now slight smaller group of guests. He was glad to see the drinks and refreshments ready as instructed and hoped that would appease this seemingly tricky lot - though somehow, he doubted it would.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 00:27:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/39358397-39358402-large.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Livia</span> - the Study with her entourage</em><br><br>At last they were shown in from the blistering heat and she was more grateful than her passive beautiful features indicated. Caris almost sagged and sighed softly with relief though she too like her Domina was born and raised in this severe hot climate. Her husband had always been the one to take these trips for the sake and prestige of their Ludus, she had been spared the glaring heat and the burning sun upon her precious skin and though the sun had not had the chance to even kiss her flesh today, the heat had taken its toll. Her mood was not as calm as it normally was. The servant showed them up the staircase to the outside corridor, here at least high from the dust that seemed to embed itself into everything, a breeze blew softly against her, for a moment she paused and turned her face with eyes closed to feel it upon her face.<br><br>That brief moment was all she required to feel almost herself again and turning she all but glided past Caris to the door of the study that was held open for them. She entered noting the food and drink that was laid out for them and the other servant standing in ready. With a slight nod she let her thanks be known as she moved directly to the chaise lounge in the room. Her elegant svelte frame settled poised upon it as her personal servant moved directly to fill a goblet for her. Passing it directly the young servant walked silently to stand off to the side of her Domina, her eyes focused all the time ahead of her only casting the odd glance to her mistress in case she was required. She neither looked again to Galo, the other serveant or to Patrocles, though she had found herself casting tentative looks to the soldier. <br><br>Livia was unsure how much longer they would have to wait but she barely had the cup to her lips when a scream rent the air. The sound caused her hand to tremble and the wine to spill upon her green palla. As much as the sound of that scream had shocked her, the state of her attire was more of a concern to her. For all she knew it was simply a servant getting a just punishment. <br><strong>"I will need another palla, I am sure Valeria can spare one"</strong> she told the male servant who had led them thus far. Caris was already at hand unclasping the stained material before it soaked into the dress beneath.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 11:06:01</strong>
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				Matriana let out a scream to awaken the dead in Hades, her scream echoed around the whole Ludus for she certainly had a pair of lungs. “My husband….my husband he has been murdered, he is dead ….and a slave poisoned him.” She continued to scream and weep from her bed unable to rise as she continued to clutch poor Bastian to her&nbsp; huge breast. <br><br>“Rome will hear of this …” The woman continued to scream, “He is murdered by some slave….murdered here…Rome will know and you will fall lest I have my way…Murdered…murdered, my poor beautiful Bastian…”&nbsp; The large woman continued to sob and clutch at the lifeless body of her husband. <br><br>The fact she was almost unable to rise from her bed was more of the matter than her grief. As it was she had an eye on another prize…another more interesting prize.<br><br>“Help me…Help me..” she continued to scream. "Not only is my husband dead but I...Matriana have been shown nothing but disrespect here..."
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 11:10:03</strong>
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				Nadia was not so cruel as to leave the Briton without aid, the one with the penis that seemed to have its own brain could manage himself, of that she was sure, after all the woman had seen the couple that he was a slave for, and they had come from Rome. Thus she could do the mathematics. <br><br>The fact that Cariad was a virgin was a mystery to her perhaps she had been lucky with those that had taken her or perhaps they had been gay. One never knew with masters or mistresses what would happen. “Girl …” she said hand her oil, “Use this if you are dry or they want to take you elsewhere. It will help…” she leaned closer then, “Remember…be good, be quiet and pretend you are having fun whatever they do. As it is I know the Dominus has already thrown one man over the cliff, and punishments have been planned…Be well behaved and you will survive, or you could end up in a swine cage.” Nadia raised an eyebrow, and as Livia entered she bowed most politely, in the polished fashion she had learned over the years.<br><br>Galo got a sly wink; he had taken the arrow this time and for that she was thankful, however one had to stay on ones toes… Still when the party started they could have a rather nice drink and chat as they always did. She really needed to discuss the ingredients and where to get them for a new recipe that had come into her hands. As they pretended to have sex they would be able to chat. Just as they usually did.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 14:44:23</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus invited Livia to join him as he is called away by an incident</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>As Manius reached the door to the study he turned his head to the right and eyed Canis turning towards the bedrooms. Running his errands finally, the Dominus thought as he turned back to the door to open it. Then the most awful of noises came from Canis’ direction. What had that silly boy done now? <br><br>He quickly opened the door and ushered his stock inside the study. He pointed to wear Amplus and Cariad were standing and told them in no uncertain terms “Go and stand next to them and do not move until told to do so. I will return once I have seen to Canis.” He then turned to the visitors and apologised with a welcoming smile “Apologies, for it seems poor Canis needs to be attended too. You are quite welcome to join me, but I would prefer it if you would make yourself comfortable whilst I deal with the boy. I hope you understand?” As if he had almost forgotten with all the current distractions, he spoke again after taking a deep breathe to calm himself “Oh and welcome of course to Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis.” <br><br>As he turned to leave he realised that his wife was not present so he turned back into the room and whispered to one of the maids. He nodded at her reply and then smiled at Livia. “Perhaps you would like to join me? As my wife seems to have removed herself from today’s proceedings and a woman's touch may be required.” While he gave her time to consider this, he turned to Galo and Nadia “I am sure that Galo and Nadia can police the room whilst we are gone.” He then acknowledge the fine example of a man in Livia’s presence “Along with the fine Patrocles of course as I am sure he could keep most of what is in this room in check.”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 07:49:24</strong>
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				<strong>Aulus, joining Livia and company as they proceed to the study<br></strong><br>With all the enthusiasm that Lilianna showed in finally receiving an entrance inside the Villa of the Ludus it was most unfortunate that she had to depart.&nbsp; Such fire and passion that woman had only to be snuffed away by a prior engagement.&nbsp; Such was the lives of nobles, a trait Aulus was glad not to share.&nbsp; Soldiers ran simpler lives which suited him the most.&nbsp; Of course ever since he arrived at this Ludus nothing seemed simple, which made him otherwise stressed from protocol and watching where he went and did.&nbsp; Times like these he missed being back in the Legion, but being discharged he could only follow the last orders that Pompey had given him, which he had planned to see through. From there on however, who knows what the Gods had in store for him then.<br><br>He kept close to Antonious being that he was the only person amongst the escorted group that he was familiar with and therefore could trust.&nbsp; &nbsp;His sky blue eyes however looked to the guests whom had just recently arrived to the Ludus, noting both a woman and what appeared to be her security, perhaps even a champion of another Ludus….&nbsp; No matter, for soon he would have to focus once inside the villa making sure not to get lost by the splendor of the estate.&nbsp; Once inside his eyes captured the detail of Roman craftsmanship in designing a Villa.&nbsp; The texture of the marble pillars, the patterns of the textile floors, even a fountain of Romulus and Rameus was enough to lose track of where he was going, fortunate though that the gods would spare him from any collision with the estate, another person or some of the Ludus’ finer treasures.<br><br>Once inside the study he along with Antonious would be presented with a variety of drinks and trays of fruits and foods to settle their content.&nbsp; Antonious was the first to immediately request some fruit and a glass of wine.&nbsp; Aulus stuck to a simple goblet of water, with the heat from the outside it seemed that the cold liquid would suit him best, and besides he had yet to ever taste wine and didn’t plan to start now.&nbsp; Looking at the study however, his eyes followed each scripture and book that was visible from where he stood.&nbsp; Much like the days back in the legion he could recall the vast archives of knowledge that Pompey always carried with him.&nbsp; His office would regularly be flooded with books containing history of war, maps, everything needed so to understand your enemy and eventually destroy it……As he remained engulfed by the presence of the reading material the presence of the Dominus would be noted almost immediately.&nbsp; It would seem unfortunately that the man would be almost immediately distracted by the female company, and to add, the Domina whom was to be Antonious’ guest had been directed to other matters.&nbsp; Patients however remained strong with Aulus, and no matter when, he would wait until greeted by the masters of this estate, after all its best not to ignore messenger from Pompey himself. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 10:55:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/39358397-39358402-large.jpg)<br></div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Livia</span> leaves Study with Manius<br></em><br>Standing to allow Caris to unwind the palla from about her, the door opened and into the room came two more souls. Livia glanced their way for a mere moment but noting instantly that they were not worthy of her attention and that her marred palla required it more she turned back as Caris finally removed the last of it. The stola had stained as well and as Caris removed this from her mistresses body, Livia allowed her gaze to roam once more to those entering and taking position in the room. The female was a beauty indeed but Livia's gaze went directly to the man who entered in their wake. <br><br>She had all but forgotten how formidable a man Manius was in stature and appearance, he was most pleasing to any eye and she was suddenly very aware that she stood now in nothing but her toga before him. With a wave of her hand she let Caris bring the garments to Galo as she herself faced Manius. She accepted his apology and his greeting, graciously sitting once again as Caris moved silently alongside of the servant who had brought them to the study. In his ear she whispered about directing her to the wash room so she had some chance to save the precious fabric of the expensive palla and stola. <br><br>Manius turned to Livia and smiled and she felt a blush steal upon her cheeks at being asked to stand in his wives stead for whatever matter had arisen to warrant such a hideous scream moments earlier. <br><strong>"I would be honoured to attend with you"</strong> she gave no apologies for the wearing of merely her toga, the push of her breasts visible beneath the filmy fabric as she walked elegantly from the chaise to the door. She knew in her absence that Caris would take care of her garments while Patrocles would make his formidable presence known in the study. With a nod of her head she indicated to him that she would be perfectly fine with Manius, she had no reason to fear for her safety with him beside her. <br><br>Moving into the corridor once again she allowed him to lead the way, walking alongside as she did so, casting sideways glances to garner some idea of how to react around him. He had once been a friend to her husband, they had done many business dealings together but she had always stayed in the wings. Now it was her turn to walk with him, to speak with him on an equal footing but would he do so with a woman?
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 13:16:13</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus walks with Livia to the guest bedrooms and starts to see her in a new light</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>While he had a moment as Livia considered his proposal, he had time to notice that her outer garments had been removed. How could he have not noticed before? Had he been that preoccupied as not to notice the beauty that lay beneath? <br><br>He most certainly was not lost in thought anymore as she honourably accepted his offer and began to walk towards him. As she did, he could not help but notice that she seemed to glide across the tiles. The only hint of movement came from her ample bosom as it heaved under her toga. Was she blushing, he considered as she came within touching distance. What an affect they were having on each other. Perhaps they would discuss this on the long walk to the bedrooms. <br><br>How would and should he address her now? That was the question. With the death of her husband and his friend he had to get used to the fact that she was now the power behind her late husband’s house. His attitude towards her as an equal had to change and today seemed like a perfect opportunity to do so. Seeing her here today painfully reminded him how much he missed the banter between himself and her late husband.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>So with that thought he turned and led her down the corridor. They had only walked a few yards when he slowed to address Livia. “You can walk beside me if you would like? To show a united front if you will. There is no need to bring up the rear as I consider you quite the equal.” He smiled at her as he watched her float across the tiles. He then, without thinking, stopped walking as he took her hands in his and looked into her eyes as bright as a cerulean sky. “Now I would appreciate your input with whatever we encounter down there as I am sure you and I can sort out this little issue together and without to much fuss.” <br><br>Realising that he had taken her hands in his, he quickly removed them and smile “Apologise, I do not know why I did that. I hope I did not offend you.” Memories of her husband filled his mind until finally he shook his head. “It is just that I miss him so.” In truth he did miss him but as for taking her hands there must be a deeper reason for that. Why did he do such a thing with his wife resting in their chambers just a few doors down? He quickly tried to change the subject, but the thoughts of Livia and her beauty began to fill his mind as he gestured for them to continue the walk towards the bedrooms. “Come. Shall we continue our little investigation?” he said with a smile.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 15:31:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Autolycus leads the Pict into the Study</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>It hadn't been easy, but in the end Autolycus had managed to do what the Dominus had asked of him. The Pict as he led her up the stairs, bound and gagged and with a collar 'round her neck, was as clean as could be. Her skin paler even than before now that all that grime had been removed, her hair glossy and black, if quite a bit shorter than it had been. Some of it had been so tangled and matted he had been forced to cut it off. Sorcha no longer looked like a filthy urchin. No, she was a beautiful creature. Unusual in her looks, dark-haired and fair-skinned as she was, slighter and thinner than the woman from Germanica or Gaul or from Rome itself but in the Medicus' eyes that, as well as the tattoos that covered her body, only served to make her more interesting, more appealing. And with her breasts out as they were she could be a sex-slave. <br><br>He didn’t like it. Wished he didn't have to present her to Manius and his friends like this but what choice did he have?&nbsp; <br><br>He paused outside the study and turned back to speak to her. "You’ll have to be good," he told her, his voice urgent, commanding. Nowhere near the kind and gentle it had been in the bath-house because soon they wouldn't be alone anymore and he'd be his masters servant, leading in just another slave, nothing special, not like he felt any more for her than he did for... say... that extremely well-endowed blonde fellow that had been brought in this morning.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>As he entered the study, leading the Pict by a chain leash, he found it filled with house-slaves and gladiators and one guest, a man of the legion, to judge from the mark in his neck. He nodded in greeting, silent and wordless as any slave - though he was very much a free man, as was obvious from the iron ring on his finger - then lead the Pict to a quiet corner of the room.<br><br>After a while he became aware of a certain tenseness in the room.<br><br>"What's going on...?" He whispered to Nadia and Galo, who stood nearby. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 17:05:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/39358397-39358402-large.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Livia</span> </em>walks with Manius</span><br><br>She walked with him along the outer corridor, the view of his broad shoulders disturbing her equilibrium no end. This turn of events caused her insides to behave as if a thousand starlings had taken flight within her. A delicate hand picked up the beaded wrap of her toga, letting some of the golden jewels rub through her fingers. Had she truly forgotten how glorious the man was? How her beloved Lulia had teased her about the blush that would creep into her cheeks whenever they would see Manius and Valeria at the games. That had felt like another life time ago, she had blamed the heat and a host of other reasons but her husbands generous heart had assured her that love did not lessen because her eyes found many things beautiful to look at. Part of her wondered now if Lulia had ever jested with Manius about this but sincerely hoped he had not, surely he would have spoken of the matter to her and she had no recollection of his disclosing any such tales.<br><br>Lost in thought as she was, she quickly regained her composure when he slowed his gait and offered her to walk alongside of him. Livia had barely moved to close the gap between them meaning only to walk as he had asked of her when his hands took hold of hers. She had taken a lover of her champion to still these heated thoughts and feelings and yet Manius with a gentle look, a soft word and brief touch gave her heart the wings it had required to fly. She felt at any moment those wings would beat so hard and fast, that her very heart would escape from the confines of her chest. Could he hear it? Her eyes held his as if transfixed and slowly she nodded her head.<br><br><strong>"Whatever we may encounter I will endeavour to share my experience and knowledge"</strong> her voice was like a cooling draught on the scorching day as if the lightest breeze flew on her words and caressed the skin. Hastily her hands were released she and glanced downwards as her own still remained hovering mid air. As he apologised she closed her eyes trying to still the frantic emotions that seemed rampant within her that day. It was the heat she mused and then suddenly his words caused her to look up again at him. Manius missed his friend, her husband of course he would be kind enough to hold her hands and express this grievous loss from their lives and all the while she was imagining all sorts of romantic notions. Had she truly taken leave of her senses? He was married and happily so to Valeria, the way he glanced at her had nothing to do with attraction but to do with his considerate and compassionate nature. Livia blinked lightly as she strived to keep her visage from betraying her. She could not now speak of Lulia after casting admiring glances to his old friend, how her husband must be laughing from where he watched her from the afterlife. <br><br>A soft nod of her head and a gentle smile was all she relaid to accept his apology, to express her own feelings regarding her loss and to agree with him that they should indeed continue. His smile disarmed her but thankfully now they would walk side by side, she did not have to pass any glance his way if it could be helped.<br><strong>"Do you have any inclination as to what it is we will find?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 22:57:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Really being a slave was not too far distant from being a Legionnaire. Go there, stand and wait for orders he had plenty of that in the Legion. So like the well-trained ex-legionnaire now Gladiator he was Marcus went where he had been told to and stood at parade rest.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He let his eyes sweep over the others, assessing them and mentally filing away his opinions for later consideration. He watched as Autolycus led the Pict into the room, she scrubbed up well. No doubt she would examining the ceiling from under her master soon enough.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His ears picked up though when he heard&nbsp; Autolycus trying to find out what had happened. It could be useful to know.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 23:54:17</strong>
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				<strong> Sorcha more plans</strong><br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div>It had been difficult to get the gag and the collar back onto the pictish woman, she had struggled and fought a little, however luckily on many levels the drugs aided the situation. Even before the showing Sorcha was starting to drool, as the gag was causing more than a little discomfort in the heat. Her bruises hurt, as did her ribs, on well as that her legs did not work as well as they should due to the drugs. It all felt so wrong, the most that she was on a lead like some beast. Well that would be dealt with soon enough, she would find away to escape.<br><br>The fact her hair had been cut shorter was not a problem a woman would be expected to cut her hair when she became a widow, and this young woman was almost sure she was. Perhaps that was why Autolycus had done that....did he want her as a mate, hence her hair was not to the scalp…<br><br>“Good …” Sorcha repeated “Good dog …” well as much as she could with the gag, more saliva trickled over her chin. She struggled a little more in the bonds and at the collar, even more so once in the room with the others there. The Greek felt her tense this was the last place she wanted to be. He could see that rolling of the shoulders, and twisting of her other joints it was subtle, it was likely only the Medicus would see her as he was close. As it was the Pict was anxious about these people, and did not want to be in this place. It was too hot.<br><br>However she would not show fear and thus snarled at any that came close, save for him. As it was he left her and even in this drugged state she started her plan, though Autolycus was coming with her. Slowly Sorcha rubbed the bonds against the wall and chewed at the gag. <br><br>Yes&nbsp; there was a way across the rooftops to the horses… it would be easy...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 10:37:14</strong>
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				<strong>Nadia Sharing information</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/Nadia-1.jpg)</div><br>Nadia was growing less pleased by each moment, she organised the slaves under her control, continuing to talk to Galo. After all the two of them had some sway and power within the hierarchy. Of course the scream was apparent, more than apparent but it is the place of the Dominus to deal with it, and it appeared the fact his wife was indisposed did not trouble him too much. Of course they were well aware the passions he had for his wife but certain agreements needed to be made. There had been a scream but again this was a matter for the mater and the other slaves who might go with him to aid in the situation. after all there was much here to deal with.<br><br>“So you got one of the barbarians then…I feel for you…at least mine was well behaved.” She patted the Medicus on the shoulder.&nbsp; “Well Autolycus …so what’s going on, …..hmmmmm its worse than the circus in Rome I am sure. Not only are there new bloods but also guests…and the Dominus wants his new prizes shown off. “There was a sigh…a long sigh, “I am sure she is not ready…” Nadia gestured to the pict.&nbsp; “It also seems that his Gladiatrix and some of her ‘friends 'created trouble in the mess hall…” She stepped away from the tattooed woman, her growling was well rather disconcerting. <br><br>“Apparently the Dominus is not pleased and has plans for all his gladiators whether they were involved or not…its not going to be pleasant for those that caused it. I suppose he has to make a stand to show Bastian and Matriana that he is worthwhile of holding a Ludus. Believe me if anyone has jeopardised my position here…” She smiled to Galo then knowing she could always rely on him. "It seems there has been a scream though it is being dealt with by the master, ...thus I think in his mood we should stay out of the matter for now."&nbsp; Nadia did wonder of the large Matriana had just fallen from her bed...and could not get up.<br><br>“So tell me why do the beasts have those marks and scars? Do you think she speaks…” Nadia's head gestured to the pict, she assumed not just, as she assumed the one that had created trouble could not.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 11:45:07</strong>
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				<strong>Dominus and Livia enter Matriana and Bastian’s Chambers</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>It pleased him to hear that she would support him in this task and the nod from her after he apologised was all he needed to know that he had not offended her. It was beginning to be apparent however that he could not be lone with this woman for to long a period as he felt that he could not trust himself with her. It was clear to him, with his wife indisposed and her husband permanently absent, that he wanted her. Such thoughts of betrayal had to be shaken from his mind. Betrayal against his wife and of course his dead friend. What was he doing, with all this disruption around him, thinking of her in this way. <br><br>When she spoke again, his thoughts of him and Livia in one of the private rooms dissolved from his mind. He cleared his throat as if he had been caught in a compromising situation and replied calmly and with complete composure “Inclination? No not at this time. I only hope that it was Canis who screamed. Perhaps he saw a rat or something. He tends to over react from time to time.” He chuckled a little at his suggestion that Canis was a little pathetic before moving his hand to the door where the noise had come from. <br><br>The door opened with eased as a young blonde man came rushing out, hitting Manius in the chest. The boy bounced of Manius to the Dominus’ amusement and fell to the floor. Still conscious, well barely, he seemed to be flapping his arms around in a fit as if he had been verbally bashed by someone. He was in a flap, of course, as Matriana had been shouting at him and he had hit Manius in the chest as he was running to exit the room to collect his master. Manius boomed at the boy “Canis you fool, get up and explain this madness that I see before me?” <br><br>To assist Canis, he lends in towards the boy and took his hand to allow him to rise to his feet. Once back on his feet the boy shook his head to compose himself and began to speak. With tears in his eyes that fell like waterfalls, stoking his golden locks, he pointed at the slave standing to his right and spoke “Matriana tells me that he killed Bastian.” He then pointed to the bed where a naked Matriana lay with a very grey looking Bastian laying next to him. The look of horror on Manius’ face, at the situation, was obvious. A death in his house, and one as important as Bastian, would ruin him for sure. He had to act fast and think faster. Luckily for him he was not alone. Instead of one great mind he had two. The second of course being the delightfully perfect Livia. His wife would know what to do but she was not here so he would put his trust in her instead. He turned to Canis and pointed to the door “Go” he commanded “and freshen yourself up. I am sure that there are other duties you can attend too and while you are at it fetch Amplus. Perhaps he can assist me in calming the situation.”<br><br>With the room, now absent of Canis, he turned to the slave. “Stay right were you are you fool.” He scowled at the man, which made the slave back of a little from Manius. He then took Livia’s hand, most likely for support or perhaps without thinking, and turned to her. He would have only moments before Matriana would set her threats onto him. He knew that but he had to know that Livia was close and had his back. “I don’t suppose anything like this has happened to you before?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 13:12:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/39358397-39358402-large.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Livia and Manius</span> - in the bedchamber</em><br><br>The smile that came unbidden to her lips lit her face and warmed it considerably, the startling hue of her eyes seemed to sparkle as she turned the full beauty of that smile upon him. It was not a conscious move, she had no idea herself how devastating such a simple altercation in her features could have on someone. Unaware who this Canis was she hoped he referred to a girl for a scream like that surely could not have come from any male. <br><br><strong>"Then let us hope this is a simple over reaction"</strong> yet somehow when his hand touched the door she could feel the apprehension within her, again she simply blamed it on her being so close to Manius and the guilt that mounted on her head and heart for daring to feel anything towards the man. The door opened and out ran a young man, a boy if anything and virtually colliding with the wall of a man that was Manius he fell backwards. Livia watched the blond youth fall to the floor and wondered at the fear and shock that seemed etched on his features. <br><br>Her demeanour switched to calm for the handling of many a disturbed house servant had been her lot on plenty of occasions. Whatever troubled the boy was surely something that could be taken care of swiftly. However his words were not to be expected and wondering exactly what had occurred within these walls Livia listened and watched as Manius took control of the situation. She was not prepared for him to turn to her and take her hand in his again and wished she could still the fervent beat of her heart when he did so. He was looking to her for that experience and knowledge she had mentioned only moments ago but this was out of her league. She had never had someone murdered in her own home before, especially someone of repute as the retired primus but something had to be done. Her eyes moved from their joined hands to Manius' face, quelling the over-riding yearning to feel his hands upon her, his arms about her and his body pressed to hers she inhaled deeply and gently with an air of reassurance squeezed his hand before releasing it.<br><br>Closing the door behind the youth she stepped further into the room, seeing Matriana for the first time. The voluptuous woman's naked form gave Livia the cold slap to her passionate thoughts that she had needed.<br><strong>"No I fear this is a first for me but I will do what I can to help you. Is the woman in shock or hysterical?"</strong> she glanced to Manius before moving closer to the bed. She had seen plenty of dead bodies, being a Domina and a regular attendant at the games and having turned her thumb to thwart the life of quite a few gladiators, she was not moved to hysterics over the carcass of the little Roman.<br><br><strong>"Why the slave did it is of little consequence for now, disposing of the body so that your house does not become tainted with his death is what is vital" </strong>was she truly suggesting to him that they should simply toss the man's body where it could not be traced back to Manius? Was she doing this for the sake of an old friendship or for something more? She gave no heed to these musings, knowing she would do so at length in the privacy of her own chambers later, for now even her own presence here made her an accessory to the fact if she did not report the body. They were in this, whatever this was ... together.
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 03:30:41</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo in the study~</strong><div class="floatright"> (http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br><br><br>The scream made Galo frown - it sounded like alarm, not pain and that was concerning. He was about to investigate but when the Dominus arrive that was no longer necessary. Truth be told, he was much happier with this arraignment as there was far less change of him coming under fire. <br><br>When the Roman woman’s slave approached him with her Mistress’s garments, he indicated to the other house slave, a pretty young woman helping him to serve drinks who stepped over quickly. Speaking quietly to her so as not to disturb the other guests he said, “Have these cleaned immediately so they do not stain and have someone fetch suitable replacements while these are made ready.”<br><br>Without a word the young woman curtsied and left, quickly and silently.<br><br>Turning back to the visiting slave, he whispered back, “The people and services here are quite adequate, I assure you. You need not supervise us.” Though not unkind, his tone was somewhat blunt. These people were guests; for a guest to assume such poor quality in a host was rude and disrespectful and if the Dominus were to learn of it, it may sour what appeared to be an already bad mood. The better the mood of the Dominus and Domina, the easier it was for all in the villa and if that meant a couple of blunt words with another slave then so be it.<br><br>Galo listened in as Nadia spoke with Autolycus. ‘Bastian’ and ‘Matriana’ were new names for him, so he assumed that they had arrived before his return. He wondered briefly if they were important.<br><br>He showed no outward response to Nadia’s smile and implication, save for a momentary hardening of his eyes as his glance flickered to her. The day must be wearing on her, he thought to himself, because that was not as subtle as he would have liked. Even though she only spoke quietly to Autolycus and it was highly unlikely anyone would have been looking at her to see that, she should know better and he would be having words with her later.<br><br>When she spoke of young woman Autolycus had lead in, now cleaned and groomed with shorter hair, he said softly, quietly and with some humour, observing as much of the room and it’s occupants as he could, “Of course she can, it is just a matter of language.”<br><br>The woman in question still looked unsteady, her eyes not quite right. She fidgeted subtly where she stood against the wall and Galo suspected she was testing her restraints. While her wary aggression towards others was understandable, her tolerance toward Autolycus only proved to him how little she understood and remembered from when Galo first walked in on the two. He would like to test his own skills on her, see if he could get through to her but that would have to wait. For now he simply made a point of not staring at her and let Autolycus deal with the rest.<br><br>He stepped up to offer the pitcher of wine to refill the cups of the two Roman guest and Autolycus, as the only free Romans Citizens still in the room. As always he used the task as an excuse to observe, to see how they and others responded. He took in the sights of the gladiators and other slaves as he worked too; from the golden Rioghan, another new gladiator he did not know, the very dishevelled, dusty Gladiatrix, to the newly cleaned Cariad and Amplus. He did not serve any of them wine or water, not even the guest’s slaves. Unless offered, it was no more their place to drink in the presence of free citizens then it was his.
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 23:03:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><strong>~Ryann, waiting in the study~</strong></em></div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br>Green eyes would slip closed as she made her way to stand 'at attention' with the golden Rioghan, and the ever quiet Marcus. She had to admit that this new man dealt with their current situation with ease. Fool. Her breaths she attempted to calm, for she was still seething within at her predicament. No matter that the Egyptian and even her Brother in Land had warned her to simply take things as they were, to do what was needed to survive. Her reserves were beginning to wear thin.<br><br>And as her exotic hues eased open again to witness the slaves standing about her, those of the House whispering amongst themselves and slipping glances in her direction, her jaw began to work again. Refreshments were offered to the guests, but not to herself or those standing waiting. She stood there dirty, disheveled, and angry, yet her chin lifted, firm breasts pushed forth as she brought her shoulders back to stand straighter. They would all be reminded of who she was eventually.<br><br>Her gaze wandering again, she watched the snarling woman (Sorcha) for a few moments, noting the restraints. Wild still, obviously looking for a way out by the way those wild eyes flipped about the study. The Pict would need to be watched for sure. If she caused a scene, Ryann might be able to use such an opportunity to her advantage. <br><br>To the guests now, sneering as she watched the simpering female follow ofter the Dominus. All painted and perfumed, yet obviously the men of Rome found such as her divine. Snorting softly to herself, she would look upon the Gladiator that was obviously the the woman's guard, and an apparent Gladiator to boot. Formidable perhaps, but surely only if his mistress was in distress.<br><br>Finally, she would settle her gaze upon the old merchant and his young aid, Aulus. He seemed to not be a slave, as he held no collar.&nbsp; Young, handsome, seeming to attempt to just blend into the background. Her brow worked into a scowl, trying to see him more. Slowly her eyes widened as Aulus turned his head enough to witness the Legionaire tattoo upon his neck. And as she was looking closer, it seemed.. maybe.. she might recognize him..<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 11:41:05</strong>
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				<strong>Matriana is very upset</strong><br><br>Matriana remained on the bed and watched the antics of the terrified slave; she might even have been amused in other circumstances, for there was nothing like the fear of a young slave boy to please her. Yes that was far more fun than fornication, after all there were so few that could satisfy her needs. In his time Bastian had, now Amplus may have to take on the position, should the need arise.<br><br>However still with the vision of horror on her face, such a wonderful mask to wear …to even bring fear to one as the man that now stood before her, “This…This slave murdered my…my Bastian…see how he shakes and shivers. How…How dare you allow this. We came here to aid you and this is how we are repaid…” She sobbed a little and her flesh rippled with each sob of ‘sorrow’. <br><br>“Rome will hear of this…” Indeed her plan was slowly formulating, and Bastian had been so kind to put that into place. “This slave I believe has also murdered two of your female slaves…my husband told me of the insult he found when he entered his room….” The woman let out another sob, “Why do you treat us in such a manner…” Matriana held the cold corpse close in a mask of grief…”We could have offered so much to you and this Ludus.”<br><br>“Oh my poor Bastian…” Yes this might work in her favour indeed…much better than the woman had ever expected.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 11:49:17</strong>
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				<strong>Manius and Livia discuss what to do about ‘The Matriana Situation’</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>When she turned to respond to Manius’ question he caught her smile and almost forgot the situation that had brought them to the room. If they were alone he considered what they would be doing right now. However, they were far from alone. There was a dead would be senator on the bed next to a Senator’s daughter and the accused stood near the window. He looked upon the delicious Livia for a few moments more before listening to what she had to say. <br><br>With his hand still in hers, he smiled at her when she remarked that she had not encounter such as situation. He moved with her when she moved closer to the bed and could sense that she was considering their options, as she went silent for a moment. He marvelled at her composure and calm appearance. She was quite a woman, as he considered what would break such composure. He liked her suggestion about removing the body but he could not, much as he agreed with it. Tossing Bastian over the cliff that would leave witnesses. One in particular was lying on the bed in front of them. He nodded to Livia before speaking to let her know that she had been heard. Just before he opened his mouth, he realised that he had to show that he was upset at her suggestion for the sake of the women that lay naked on the bed. He would apologise to Livia later. So he composer changed as he puffed out his chest and responded through his teeth. As he spoke he hoped that Livia would know that he was only putting it on “You suggestion is noted, however, if we were to follow it, certain doom for the ludus would soon follow in its wake.” He then spoke up, so that if Matriana was indeed listening, she could hear also. “I would suggest, however, that if it is to our guests liking that we simply give her what she wants, whatever that might be, and send her on her way. So indeed disposing of the body in a more dignified way as I would assume she can take it with her” He then lightly tickled Livia’s hand to try and smooth over any feelings that might have been hurt when he scolded her, before smiling to let her know that he appreciated her presence and advice.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>It was then that Matriana began to bark. As he expected she was upset. In fact upset was an understatement. As the words formed in her mouth only to be expelled into the air, he began to wither inside. What was he to do. She had all the power and his life was now clearly in her hands. Would she be merciful? So he listened to what the mighty woman had to say, before he composed a response. <br><br><strong>Canis fetches Amplus</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/gal_90s_young_hercules_gosling.jpg)</div>Canis left the chambers in a hurry still feeling dizzy from the collision with his master. He wiped the tears from his innocent eyes and moved his long blonde folks away from his face. While he walked, he recalled how he felt as Matriana laid into him with her poisonous words. When he went into the room to see to her he was a young confident man with not a care in the world but since his altercation she had turned him into a jabbering wreck. Would he ever recover, he could not tell. <br><br>In a fluster he forgot to knock before entering the study and before reflection on his error, he looked around the room when he spoke as he had no clue as to the appearance of the man he was looking for. “Amplus, the Domius requests your presence in your Master’s chambers.” He then left the room once he had noticed movement within the slave group of a man no more than ten years his senior. He then waited patiently outside the room for him to join him after which he walked with him back to the chambers before disappearing into the Master Bedroom to continue on with his errands. <br><br><strong>Amplus in the study then in his Master’s chambers</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div>For a study it was huge. Now that was lucky as all but the kitchen staff were now in the room. He smiled as he watched the ones in the room who were not used to the heat start to sit and wipe their brows. With all the people in here so close it did not take the room to long to warm as sweat began to drip for his fine and perfect skin. He looked the Cariad, who too was beginning to perspire. He watched as a droplet of sweat went from her neck and down onto her chest before rolling over her breast until finally it settled on her nipple. Perhaps she would like it if he licked it off her but this was not the time or place to ask such things. So he removed his gaze from her perfect form and looked to the floor. He did not have to do this for long when the door opened once again and in walked a young man who requested his presence. He smiled to Cariad before excusing himself from the room and once outside, he found the boy again who escorted him to the guest bedroom where the Manius, Matriana, Livia and the accused slave awaited his arrival.&nbsp; <br><br>As they got to the room , Canis opened the door and gestured for Amplus to enter. The boy did not follow him inside and seemed to disappear as Amplus took in what was before him. He ran to Matriana’s side before seeing to his horror that Bastian, his Master, was dead. He took a deep breath before taking his mistress’s hand for support after pulling the covers over her exposed flesh.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 14:44:26</strong>
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				<strong>Sorcha …is not happy in the study.</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br>Sorcha moved back a little already she had already realised that the binds upon her wrists tightened when she struggled, it was rather more than uncomfortable but it had not taken long even in her somewhat drug addled mind to know not to struggle to much. However if it was needed she would dislocate her wrists.<br><br>Very carefully while ‘Grass eyes’ was distracted by the woman and man there, she started to rub the leather against the stone wall. Not knowing if she would be seen, at least that scream had taken what seemed to be the leaders there away…she also continued to chew on the gag, trying to release that two at the same time.<br><br>As it was she was afraid surrounded by these strange people that smelled so odd, of which none really understood her…Also it was too hot and too confined n this place <br><br>She saw the woman with dark hair looking at her and snarled; once free she might take another trophy…there were a few to take on her escape… Still all Sorcha could do now was slowly remove these vile bonds.<br><br>Her mind screamed to the spirits of the land…she needed to escape….it was too blistering, and the fact having no liquid was not helping the matter. Even more so that food and drink was being offered to others but not her…More drool fell from her mouth as she chewed through her gag.&nbsp; Still the leather in her mouth and on her wrists …were slowly becoming no more.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 16:26:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Caris.jpg)</div>Caris smiled kindly as the male servant indicated to another to take the garments to be cleaned. When she turned to thank him however his words stung bitterly, she was not sure what had warranted his rebuke of her for she certainly had no intention of supervising anything. She blushed crimson, casting her gaze low as she stood back not daring even to reply with a thank you for assisting her. It had been her mistresses orders to take care of her garments, it had not been her plan to overstep any protocol in the Ludus and she was sure they were more than well equipped with taking care of cleaning expensive fabrics but she had after all simply been given an order and had been following it through.Now she felt bereft that she was unable to do so. Standing back from view slightly behind the other servants she kept her poise as she stared ahead of her. It was simply a few hours and nothing more, they would then return to their own Ludus and not have to put up with these barbarians any longer. Caris refused even to glance in the direction of Patrocles, convinced he would be smirking if he was aware of how she had been verbally dressed down by the male house servant. <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Livia.jpg)</div><br>Livia noted the nod that Manius Atellus gave her and smiled softly as she turned her gaze momentarily to the scene before them again. The heat of the days sun was doing no favours to the corpse and soon a bevy of flies would crave an audience with it. As he spoke she turned to gaze at him, her keen eyes took in the changes instantly, something was amiss but she was not sure as yet what. She had obviously done wrong in her suggestion and she hastened to recall in her own mind what it was she had said to broker such a change. Weighing his words carefully she felt suddenly the light brush of his finger against her palm, the gentle tickle was to appease her somehow and she had quickly to compose the warm smile that threatened to light her features yet again. <br><br>She had no time to speak again, for her choice of words had indeed been foolish and she had every intention of correcting them when the woman before them spoke. It was not so much speaking as being blatantly hysterical and Livia could understand why. There was so much slander being flung upon her friends head that Livia felt compelled to speak but did not want to say the wrong thing yet again. Gently squeezing Manius' hand in her own as if to give her the calm required to deal with the crazed woman, Livia's voice when she did speak was filled with sympathy and kindness, a calm that was so at odds with the sobbing Matriana.<br><br><strong>"Please forgive me I had not known this man was your husband, I did not mean to insinuate that his body be simply disposed of in an untimely fashion"</strong> she glanced to Manius with affection, <strong>" I meant only .. that it be moved from this chamber to somewhere cooler. You my dear lady must be taken care of as well."</strong><br>She felt the slightest tremor in herself at the very idea that the magistrates of Rome would become embroiled in this situation. <br><br><strong>"A soothing bath, wine to steady your nerves ...." </strong>the door opened and in entered a servant she had seen back at the study. She watched the interaction closely, as he covered the woman's naked form and was utterly grateful to the man for doing so.<br><strong>"Perhaps the room should be cleaned and aired"</strong> she looked to Manius, <strong>"the lady"</strong> though she said the word with a degree of amusement for it was plain as day that the woman was no lady, <strong>"should be treated with reverence, perhaps a soothing draught until we have sent for the magistrate."</strong><br><br>Now it was her own turn to caress her finger against Manius' palm, they could not discuss anything with the hysterical woman and her servant over hearing it all and something truly had to be done about removing the body before it began to stink. She also wanted to speak with him about these other murders but wondered if he would even countenance listening to her further. The slave would have to be punished publically for the murder of Bastian but the scandal would have serious repercussions for Manius' Ludus and his good name and mud stuck no matter how many years and good deeds passed inbetween. People simply did not forget. Perhaps it was time to leave and have Manius deal with this situation personally and with his wife instead of with her. The thought of relinquishing his hand again was too much however and Livia's slender soft fingers curled all the more about his. 
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				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 23:10:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad with the others in the Study</strong></div><div class="floatright">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div><br>The coolness of the hallway in contrast to the humidity and heat of the study was beginning to wash over Cariad. Feeling the tension in the air, eyes on the floor. The pict fidgeting near her, Cariad kept her head down, desperately trying to be a good slave. Not wanting to disappoint her new owners.<br><br>The heat causing beads to form on her flesh, Cariad closed her eyes as she could feel it slowly trail down her back and naked breast. Beneath the linen that covered her rounded arse, the sweat rolled between the gap between them. The heat was beginning to make her feel heady. The room swayed beneath her feet as she took silent deep breaths to calm herself.<br><br>The hushed silence was interrupted, Cariad didn't see who came or left. Just concentrated on her breathing as the feet moved around the room.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 01:12:45</strong>
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				<strong>Manius apologies to Livia and asks her to stay, whilst calling on the accused to begin his punishment</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>Before he addressed Matriana, to his delight Livia spoke once again, even though he had stated the opposite to her. Once she had addressed the senator’s daughter, he commented “I have to agree with Livia but of course it is your choice.” He knew what she meant; she wanted a quick fix and so did he and if he had the choice he too would personally toss Bastian from the cliff with his cheese ridden wife following shortly behind him. But for now Matriana seemed distracted by Amplus as he attended to his mistress. <br><br>Manius felt Livia’s fingers in his palm as they ticked him so he smiled. He took it that she knew he was only acting when he got angry with her, so he backed off from Matriana and with his hand still in Livia’s, he brought her with him. When they were out of ear shot, he apologised. “I am sorry for my outburst and thank you greatly for your suggestions. It would honour me greatly if you were to stay a little longer and assist me in dealing with this little hiccup.” <br><br>He took her hands in his left hand before moving his right to her ear to move a lose strand of hair from her face. He looked into the deep pool like eyes and spoke again softly, while mesmerised by her beauty “A magistrate I hope would not be called, for my dear, as I hope that Matriana will want to leave as soon as possible and take her dead grey husband with her. After all I think she hated him so I perhaps she might suggest it, well at least I hope she will. As for the accused, I think we should get him out of here and show that we mean business and as you say a public display of his torture would be necessary. In fact we should get all on the balcony whilst I personally administer the torment before beheading the swine.” <br><br>He then looked over to the confused slave that had been accused and summoned him to his side. “Come here slave” he growled and with that the slave complied and once he was within slipping distance he took the slave by the hair and dragged him down to the tiles. The slave hit the floor with a crack as his face was forced to the hard cold floor. A whimper was heard from the man as Manius began to drag the man into the hallway whilst still holding Livia hand with the other.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>From the hallway he commanded to a group of slaves “See to it that Matriana is taken to the balcony where she will see how I deal with murderers. Once she is more than comfortable see to it that her chambers are cleaned and Bastian is taken to the cellar where it is more than cool enough for him.” <br><br>He waited for the three men to enter the chambers before turning the Livia and addressing her. “I would like it very much if you would join me downstairs on the sands while I administer this ones punishment.” He pushed his foot into the slaves face and twisted it until his cheek became displaced. “Of course I understand if you feel it to be too dangerous and prefer to accompany Matriana on the balcony but I will keep you safe as there is nothing like seeing the life fade from the eyes of your enemy first hand and up close.”&nbsp; He then moved in close to Livia and suggested “Who knows perhaps I could show you around the more intimate of areas within the Ludus once I have dispatched this villain of the peace.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 13:10:30</strong>
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				<strong>Repercussions… every action causes a reaction </strong><br><br>It took some time, but the body of Bastian was taken to a cooler place, Matriana was still sobbing, and she would have everything she wished now, after all her husband had died under the roof of this ludus. This was certainly a plan coming to fruition. The question now was who she might have…such a though, and the power that was in her very hand was most exciting….more than exciting, it was perhaps like an aphrodisiac for this woman.<br><br>&nbsp;Once dressed, she allowed Amplus to be dressed too, and even offered a little comfort, after all she was not completely cruel, and Amplus had been his lover, for many years… “Come …” she said once they were dressed they made there way to the balcony. <br><br>It seemed there was a small display on, though not Rome one could not expect much from a place such as this.&nbsp; Later the woman would call her price and it would not be cheap. Yes there would be the beheading, of course it was only a common slave, and worth little. The other display was far more interesting. Matriana watched on Gladiators being tied to a post …to be flogged by their ‘friends’ how beautifully cruel. Her interest was on this now for the moment. How exciting….It seemed though that this Dominus did have a backbone. Useful…very useful.<br><br>Whatever crimes had been caused for this were little consequence, it merely pleased her . Matriana liked a show. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 14:11:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Livia.jpg)</div>She sincerely hoped that once the woman heard the mention of the magistrate that she would see how seriously they thought of the situation and would deign to have the matter resolved far swifter than what it would be if some pompous dignitary were to become involved. It was a relief to hear Manius agree with her and it almost felt as if she were beside Lulia and had his strong support to lean on. She realised in that moment how very much she missed having someone other than herself to discuss matters with. Her Doctore and champion were not of the same ilk and in her eyes they were not worthy to discuss much other than the purchase of new recruits to the Ludus. The woman seemed appeased indeed and Manius keeping his hand in Livia's took her away from prying ears.<br><br>She turned to face him, allowing her gaze to move from their hands to his face slowly. <br><strong>"There is no need to apologise, it is I who should be sorry for fumbling in the first instance"</strong> she wanted to ask why he did not ask for Valeria to assist him but could not bring herself to mention his wives name. They were standing close enough that she could feel his breath upon her face. The gentle brush of his fingers across her face to push some hair behind her ear caused her to blush. Her cheeks heating with more than a simple embarrassment at his tender intimacy. <br><br>Livia could not move her gaze from his, trapped in the dark pools of his own eyes. Why did being called his dear make her heart beat far too rapidly. Her full lips opened to speak again, her hands still held in his own.<br><strong>"I would stay for as long as you have need of me."</strong><br><br>Her own gaze finally tore from his as the slave was called upon and dragged to the floor with a resounding crack. It was only in that moment that Livia noted the distinct difference to how her servants were treated in comparison to here but she rationalised that this was a murderer and Manius was doing the best he could in regard damage control. Stunned that he as yet had to release her hand, she walked with him to the hallway. All the while he issued his orders she was very aware of standing at his side as his wife should have been and pushed that thought aside. She was at his side as friend, a confidante, a support.<br><br>Into the chamber entered three slaves and as they did so, Manius turned his attention to Livia once again. She considered the options he gave her as he began to move closer. When next he spoke the slightest gasp escaped her full lips. Was he sincerely suggesting a more intimate moment between them? She was not an innocent but she had never trespassed upon another womans man before, no matter how she would very much like too with Manius. Slowly lifting her free hand to his heart she looked at it there for a moment before looking up in to his strong handsome face.<br><br><strong>"I would join you on the sands Manius"</strong> she paused a moment, <strong>"I would be honoured to join you <em>any where</em> but that is not what the fates have decided for us. Servants and slaves talk, as much as we would order them not too."</strong><br>Her hand moved to lay her palm upon his cheek.<br><br><strong>"I would not have both our names sullied for a single indiscretion. You meant far too much to my husband ... and to me for me to allow that to happen."</strong><br>The tender hand moved slowly from its resting place upon his face and she stepped back a piece as if needing vital air to breath again. The man disturbed her equilibrium far too easily, it would take a mere moment on his part to thwart her attempts at bravado. At keeping them both on the straight and narrow. At least on the sands they would be surrounded by others and she would not fear being left alone with him, for it was not necessarily Manius that she did not trust in this matter but herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 19:30:22</strong>
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				<strong>Aulus/Antonious, amongst the guests of the Ludus, in the Study</strong><br><br>Once Aulus and the guests were settled inside the study of the Villa, already did two become distracted by one another, leaving them to depart from the study and wander a different direction.&nbsp; A shame, but one that Aulus did take to heart, his eyes were distracted by the vast lore that the masters of this estate had in their possession.&nbsp; Antonious on the other hand was compelled to the hospitality that the servants provided: water to parch his dry throat, and food to nourish his bleeding hunger.&nbsp; To him just being able to dine like this freely was a blessing from the gods.&nbsp; His talents as a merchant already allowed him a decent earning of coin from his trades earlier, but opportunities like this were a luxury he would not hold back on.<br><br>His wandering thoughts however would be distracted as a man approached him carrying with him a pitcher of wine.&nbsp; Aulus could only discover it was wine until the man started pouring it into his goblet.&nbsp; Aulus had hoped to stop him before the liquid filled his cup but it was too late. By the time he had slowly and nervously raised his free hand to have (Galo) stop pouring, the goblet had already taken in a few sips worth of wine.&nbsp; It troubled the young man since he had only drunk water his whole life and knew what happened when man became entrapped by this liquid.&nbsp; On the other hand he couldn’t let the wine pourer feel like he did a bad job, otherwise a rumor would possibly spread threatening him to be punished.&nbsp; What little could he do but finish his goblet with the mixture of water and wine, swallowing it whole so to not let the intoxicating liquid linger.&nbsp; He looked to the slave once more, “Could I perhaps have some water?”<br><br>Little time would pass however when his goblet would be filled once again with the clear, purifying liquid.&nbsp; He took a small sip savoring the cool, cleansing drink.&nbsp; He nodded politely to the slave so to assure him that his services were will performed despite that small hiccup from earlier, and ironically Aulus’ action were more justified out of mere politeness, a roman soldier kindly thanking a slave, how strange, if pacifying.&nbsp; Now with drink in hand he could return to his observations of the Villa.&nbsp; Now it seemed the hosts would distract their guests with their more materialistic prizes; their slaves, and gladiators.&nbsp; For a Ludus it seemed bizarre that they would have so many female slaves as compared to the male slaves attending both the estate and being trained as gladiators.&nbsp; Turning to where Antonious was, he was engulfed in a wave of attention from some of the female slaves hard at work.&nbsp; Always carrying wares with him, he showed some of the female slaves certain jewelry, assorted herbs, and even aphrodisiacs. <br><br>But while it was amusing to watch his guardian become engrossed by the multitude of women surrounding him, Aulus attention however became broken by two souls present in the study.&nbsp; To offer the possible investment into the Ludus, it would seem that the masters had ordered their gladiators to be on display in the study amongst the other slaves.&nbsp; This would be in fact his first time seeing such gods of the arena.&nbsp; His focus was first on the male gladiators.&nbsp; No doubt their skills as warriors were at par if not superior to standard roman fighting techniques, but such a wonder did pass his mind seeing them combat. What was it like inside an arena match?.... Unlike most fortunate children he had never gotten the opportunity to see a gladiator match, but he has heard the stories, something that was outside his boundaries yet remain a hidden desire buried in his innocence.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Alas, after his brief interview of the male Gladiators he then came across a pale girl (Sorcha) who seemed to struggle under the weight of her shackles and her mouth gagged.&nbsp; She was like one of the many slaves Aulus had seen, locked and shackled inside cages awaiting future masters/mistresses to serve.&nbsp; For the young soldier it would be the first time he was this close to one and not in a cage at that.&nbsp; He was cautious though, he didn’t want to scare her, and not to mention she seemed not all to enthusiastic about him looking at her.&nbsp; As he got close to her he noticed symptoms of what possibly could be dehydration.&nbsp; If this was some form of punishment it was quite cruel, even though he served an organization that threw men off cliffs for desertion. But Aulus saw the results of people dehydrated while out at sea, and no one should have to suffer that.&nbsp; He checked his close surrounding to make sure none were watching, even as a guest he was unsure whether it was allowed to offer a slave some water.&nbsp; Returning his gaze back to the young girl, using his free hand he positioned it in a cupping state, so to allow him to pour a small amount of the water from the goblet.&nbsp; Once enough was poured he brought the cupped hand to his lips sipping at the water to demonstrate to her what he was doing.&nbsp; With that done he slowly approached her being cautious to show no sudden movements.&nbsp; Once close enough he poured some more water into that free hand, then rather than drink it himself he brought the hand carrying the cool liquid closer to her, he nodded offering her the liquid to rehydrate her, “Here drink….”<br><br>Despite his willing to help the young slave, his eyes would suddenly be distracted by the unique prize of this Ludus: the female Gladiator.&nbsp; At that moment he took note of how her eyes were locked on him like a hawk to its prey.&nbsp; But why, why did those eyes seem so familiar?&nbsp; It was enough to take in her figure, a female built to be a warrior, yet still bare an attraction that few could see.&nbsp; For it was past both the concept of woman against man, but a warrior intimidating another warrior (or in this case a soldier).&nbsp; Her gaze though….so familiar to Aulus that it plagued him with a memory of his past, more recent even.<br><strong><br><br>The Aegis Sea</strong><br><em>Two days out at sea and already Pompey had secured enough plunder to fund his entire naval campaign.&nbsp; Pompey’s navy had been fortunate to stumble upon a large pirate flotilla attempting to break through a blockade near the Canal between Spain and the Numidia tribes.&nbsp; Despite the loss of two ships and a handful of Rome’s finest soldier the gains far outweighed the losses.&nbsp; The captured flotilla carried a huge assortment of gold, stone carvings, wood, foods, and even slaves, especially slaves.&nbsp; Some of the slaves had even been removed from their prisons to replace the Galley rowers that were dead.<br><br>With the prisoners transferred to the rowing section of the undermanned galleys the Roman navy could begin transferring the plunder to the transport Galleys, which would given a naval escort and returned to the closest ports so to have transported to Rome or whatever locations deemed vital.&nbsp; For the slaves, what better then distribute them amongst the Republic.&nbsp; A worthy gift for her people at least from Pompey’s mind.&nbsp; Pompey had overseer the transfer of riches watching his loyal navy at work.&nbsp; It was always amazing when a Roman military branch operated perfectly, like a perfect siege weapon, it completed its purpose fluidity.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Unfortunately two slaves would have to disagree to such a gift.&nbsp; Amidst the slave transfer, two men bound only by one long chain via their wrist broke silence, erupting in a fury of deviance and violence.&nbsp; They were quick to have drawn their captors weapons and knocking them off the planks connecting to the two boats.&nbsp; On a straight path Pompey was accessible to the two defectors, their eyes focused on their next target.&nbsp; Despite some of the soldiers already rushing to his defense Pompey dismissed leaving it to one man.&nbsp; That man stepped in the path of the pathetic assassins, weapon in hand, ready to defend his ground with his life, more than prepared to end their lives as well.&nbsp; The screams of the chained men marked their final battle cry as the sound of two whips cracking echoed in the empty sea.&nbsp; The sound of gurgling filtered through the echo focusing everyone’s attention of the escapees.&nbsp; Their necks had been brutality slashed, almost stripped of flesh and muscle forcing blood to erupt like a crack in an aqueduct.&nbsp; Dangling at the boats deck the remnants of flesh remained captured by strange metal teeth attached to a whip’s tail.&nbsp; Using a flick of his wrist the weapon folded into multiple loops so as for Aulus to return his weapon to its sheath.&nbsp; His face marked by the blood of the two taking a red “X” formation across his face, droplets escaping from his lips.&nbsp; Such a horrible death and all Aulus was given in return was a stare from those surrounding him, both soldier and slave alike returning a gaze that carried pity, fear, perhaps even remorse, but one soul carried a feeling hatred now, or a wish to fight him on even terms…..</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 00:50:43</strong>
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				<strong>Manius and Livia move to the sands while all in the study go to the balcony</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>It warmed his heart to know that he had not offended her and he was sure that his fondness for her increased as she promised to stay as long as he needed her here. He already felt an emptiness in his heart as if something terrible had happened to Valeria until finally he dismissed this as futile as he was sure that she was fine and had retired to their chambers. In the meantime someone who did have time for him was standing hand in hand in the hallway and she was called Livia. She was a worthy substitute for his wife. In fact substitute did not do her credit as it suggested that she was somehow inferior to the original and she was far from inferior. She was majestic in the way she presented herself and her confidence and beauty were second to none. So in short he was more than glad that Livia has accepted his proposal to stand with him and the longer she did this the more he forgot about his wife. In time this would most likely drive him mad knowing that if he were to try anything whilst he was married it would spell certain doom for his reputation. A reputation that was already in the hands of the large but powerful Matriana. <br><br>When he spoke to her next regarding showing her around the ludus, he observed a light gasp escape her welcoming lips. He had been forward yes and for a reason he was yet to fathom. If he was to pursue her in the way he was clearly displaying, he would have to dispose of an obstacle. His current wife Valeria. Little did he know that the fates had already put that plan into action.&nbsp; In the meantime, he watched Livia as she considered his proposal. He hoped that she wanted him too and for a time he sensed she did and when she touched his heart his was convinced. There was hope in his heart once again and when she looked to him she had to feel his heart skipping. <br><br>Then she spoke and his dream faded as he was brought back into reality. She was right once again. Gossip would damn his dreams for now as she spoke of the servants and their tongues. At least she would join him on the sands as he had plans to show her that he still had what it takes to be Dominus in this or any house. Whilst she spoke she touched his face and as she did he moved pushed lightly against that so the touch became a subtle stroke. I light smile appeared on his lips as he spoke. “You are right of course and for now I will respect that. In the meantime let me take you to the sands where I will dispatch this dog to his doom.” Once dead he was sure that he could ask Livia once again if she still wanted that tour. Perhaps on the way back through the house there might be call for such an entangling of greatness. As he considered the possibility images of their bodies becoming one flooded his mind. <br><br>So before they headed down the corridor, Manius moved his hand from the accused and replanted it around the slave's ankle. After all he did not want to scalp the man. Well not yet anyway. Then with his other hand lightly holding that of Livia, he dragged the slave behind them as he walked with Livia to the sands. <br><br>Walking down the steep stairs was effortless as he dragged the now blooded and screaming slave. The slave, who was clearly not the brightest, was beginning to realise his fate as his composure had all but been removed. The man was in pain and he wanted the whole house to know it. The left side of his face had now been ripped off, initially from Manius’ little twist in which he tore the flesh and all it took to remove the rest was a drag of his fighting would be carcass down the hard tiled corridor until finally all Manius could hear, through the screams from the whaling slave, was the sound of his bony cheek scrapped along the floor. The accused tried to lift his head but even that was pointless as even then from time to time his head would hit the tiles. This was made worse when he was dragged down the steps and onto the sand. Manius hear several cracks from the man as various bones hit the steps with force until finally the sand of the inner courtyard could be seen sticking to the open wounds of the slave. <br><br>Along the way Manius instructed a female slave to inform all in the study that the entertainment had been moved to the sands and that she would need to escort them to the balcony and lounge area. At this instruction, she excused herself and journeyed up the stairs and within moments she had entered the study. She stood there with her pert breasts exposed and addressed the room. To her surprise they all turned to look at her. Perhaps they were expecting Manius to return as what seemed to be one hundred eyes starring at her expectantly. She coughed lightly to clear her nerves before sharing the Dominus’ request. “Dominus requires that all present please follow me as he would like for you all to be shown to the lounge and balcony area where tonight’s entertainment will begin.” <br><br>In the meantime, Manius felt that he had to get his slave to the sands fast as he did not feel it would be much fun to fight a virtually unconscious slave. Better he at least be able to defend himself for a time at least. Upon approaching the gate a guard seeing his distress open it without question and within moments Manius, Livia and the unnamed slave stood in the centre of the sands. <br><br>Manius took note that all that were to be punished, due the fighting earlier today, had now been either caged or fastened to poles. The efficiency of the Doctore had been noted but his earlier indiscretion still burnt deep in the heart of Manius. As he reflected on this for a moment, he felt that perhaps a replacement would be required. He nodded to the Doctore who stood by the mess hall to acknowledge his fast cleanup, before calling over a guard and demanded a sword and a mace from him. These weapons were promptly collected in time for the first of the guests to appear on the balcony. <br><br>So there he was, Dominus Manius Sertorius Atellus of Ludus Leonis Scopulus Tarraconensis standing on the sands with Livia Sabina Metalla who together were overlooking a slave that had been accused of murdering a visiting dignitry by the name of Bastian Grandis Fascinum a retired Primus Pilus. He glanced up to the balcony and could see Matriana, Bastian’s widow, looking on. Was that a smile he could see from her lips, he was not sure. He took the mace from the guard and tossed the sword several metres from the accused. Before addressing the slave he turned to face Livia. “Now stand back my dear as I do not wish for you to get hurt.” He then reluctantly released his hand from hers and kicked the slave several feet in the direction of the sword “Pick it up” he roared. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 16:34:50</strong>
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				<strong>Autolycus scolds Aulus, takes Sorcha out to the balcony </strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>"You're right," Autolycus said Nadia as she commented on Sorcha's poor condition and bad behaviour. "She's not in any kind of shape to be presented like this... And she should really learn to stop these incessant attempts at escape," the last was directed more at Sorcha than at Nadia, and punctuated by an angry look and a yank on the chain that pulled her away from the wall and made her stumble a little. Had he not just told her to behave!? He was starting to suspect something was wrong with her. Trying to escape was one thing, doing so in plain sight like this, when there was no chance of success... <br><br>He sighed, then returned to his conversation with Nadia, now joined by Galo. <br><br>"Yes," he said, "She can speak, a little Latin even. I think there is enough there to work with. If only the Dominus would give it some time," the man could be so impatient sometimes, as they all knew. <br><br>He refused the wine Galo offered with a small gesture, he was here to do a job for the Dominus and though he was thirsty he'd save drinking until after his job was done and he could enjoy it in peace. <br><br>As Nadia explained the rest of the situation, including the fight in the mess, his eyes wandered over to the Gladiatrix and passed up and down her body. Nothing lustful, just a cool assessment. She was dirty, covered in sand and blood, not any serious kind of injured as far as he could tell. Well-built, well-fed... And in need of some breaking in to judge by the look on her face. Still, at least she was sensible enough to behave, more or less. Not like Sorcha who had gone back to rubbing her restraints against the wall, which earned her another yank on the chain though he otherwise ignored her. <br><br>He frowned as a flustered and upset looking Canis rushed in to retrieve Amplus. "I wonder what’s going on…" he said to Galo and Nadia. Whatever it was seemed serious and he fell silent for a bit, trying to discern any sounds coming from the guest quarters. He could hear Matriana's loud voice, though not quite well enough to make sense of her words... <br><br>Listening intently, he didn't notice what Aulus was doing until the man was already by Sorcha's side, offering her a handful of water. For a moment, he just stared, not quite believing his eyes, then, "What are you doing?" His voice was harsh, scolding. He almost said more, then bit his tongue. Surely his speaking up would be enough to remind Aulus that it was not-done for a guest to interfere with the way his host treated his slaves? For any man to interfere with the way another man treated his property? He met the soldier's eyes then, blue as a cloudless sky, innocent-looking, and sighed. Aulus had not meant badly, though he had been very foolish. "I too would like to see her better treated," he told the man plainly. "But it is not my decision. Take it up with the Dominus if you wish. Though I'd wait until he's in a better mood if I were you."<br><br>Just then, the slave arrived to tell them they were required on the balcony. <br><br>"Come," Autolycus told Sorcha, then took a step forward and gave a small tug on the chain, letting her know he expected her to follow and hoping she'd come willingly.
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 22:31:20</strong>
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				<strong>Aulus, caught in a gaze between him and the gladiatrix</strong><br><br>Even despite his humane offers to the pale slave, his gaze with the prize of this Ludus had caught in a lock of distraction, a distraction that would be interrupted by another, probably someone who served this Ludus. (Autolycus)&nbsp; &nbsp;He at least showed mercy in the tone of his voice so not to alarm the remaining guests here, but it was clear the dismay in his tone and was enough to catch Aulus’ attention.&nbsp; With that attention came the answering of his wishes slowly returning to his standing posture.&nbsp; Despite his shared concern towards the struggling slave, it was clear that his meddling was unnecessary if not foolish.&nbsp; Perhaps the young lad was foolish, but at least he was willing to challenge man’s hubris so that one might survive.<br><br>The announcement of the slave was enough to break the stare between the two men.&nbsp; At this moment no one could tell the emotion festering in the young soldier.&nbsp; Was he upset, insulted, ashamed?&nbsp; Such a thing did not matter since now they would be greeted upon the balcony of the estate.&nbsp; Leaving not a single word in front of the man (Autolycus) he made the first move stepping towards him.&nbsp; His steps showed no sign of intimidation on approach.&nbsp; Only on approach where they were side by side did he finally break silence with the man.&nbsp; “I admire your loyalty to your Dominus…..unfortunately I am unfamiliar with the protocols and boundaries of an estate such as this.&nbsp; &nbsp;I have however, seen enough bodies suffer the effects of a lack of water, so you will forgive me…but simply ignoring it would have been the more egregious choice.”<br><br>With his words finally passed he then moved to Antonious whom was distracted by food and drink.&nbsp; “Ah Aulus my boy, what kind of trouble are you getting into so far?”&nbsp; The man had been taken in by the wines intoxicating effects, an effect Aulus was pleased to have not partaken in, despite that minor hiccup with the slave with the wine vase. &nbsp;“None as great as yours if you keep that up….come we’ve been asked to move to the balcony, I think we should follow.”&nbsp; What choice did Antonious have, with him in his stupor he could only rely on the sober soldier to help him to the next potential client.&nbsp; By that time, Antonious would be sober enough to conduct his business, leaving Aulus to conduct his obligations here as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 16:06:30</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Caris</em> - study, unsure if dictate to move includes her<br><em>Livia</em> - with Manius on the Sands</span></strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Caris.jpg)</div>Caris remained mute as others in the room began to interact somewhat, she kept her gaze fixated on the Dominius' desk. Occasionally her gaze moved to Galo but would hastily look away again, she would not go out of her way to be rude to him, no matter how rude he seemed it his rite to be rude to her. A moment later and a slave girl entered the study informing them to attend proceedings on the balcony. She was unsure if she was part of this invitation and feared that if she stepped a foot out of place again that the male servant close by would have further words with her. She stayed put and waited to be told otherwise.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Livia.jpg)</div>Livia had felt the gentle pressure of Manius' face against her palm just as she had felt the erratic beat of his heart that seemed to mirror her own. What was to become of them if they were to start down this road? Perhaps before the close of her visit, she would suggest he visit her own Ludus where her servants were not known for their wagging tongues. Indeed the threat of having those tongues removed kept gossiping slaves at bay. How could Manius know what his simple choice of words did to her ... ' for now' . A soft tingle of pleasure ran through her and she feared she would greatly need the ministrations of her champion the moment they returned to her Ludus. <br><br>He continued to hold her hand down through the corridor and steps with the slave in tow, occasionally she would glance at Manius unable to prevent her fingers from curling a little tighter about his. The slaves screams did not upset her in any way, they were an annoyance to what little peace of mind she possessed and she felt fortunate that Manius would be doling out a punishment to the murderous letch soon enough. She adored a man of power and felt incredibly heated at the anticipation of watching this one in action.<br><br>As the gates were opened to them, she walked as if Domina of the Ludus beside her friend and entered on to the sacred sands of the Ludus. She felt honoured that he was giving her this prestige instead of merely viewing like the others from the balcony and lounge. She certainly would not have been able to sit near Matriana for very long. Her gaze briefly took in the others in their cages and wondered if the foray she had heard on their approach was now the cause of their shackledom. Watching as Manius tossed a sword for the slave and picked up a mace himself she gasped silently. Her fathomless eyes looking concerned at him as he bid her to stand back.<br><br><strong>"I have faith you will dispose of him but any wounds you may incur are mine to tend"</strong> her words were a whisper only for him to hear but the thrill of the moment had dashed away any concerns she had previously had about wive and gossip. So saying she stepped back, giving the slave and Dominus a wide berth.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 18:14:54</strong>
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				As Patrocles stood in the study he watched intently each person and their interaction with each other.&nbsp; He noted the Roman soldier and wondered what business he would have here at a ludus.&nbsp; He noted also the slaves of the ludus as they flitted about tending to the guests; pouring wine and water and passing trays of fruit to the guests of the ludus.&nbsp; Though he felt the dust in his throat he knew that he would not be offered even water to quench his thirst.&nbsp; <br><br>Standing against the wall next to where Domina had been sitting Patrocles watched as she left with Manius, he saw her nod to him; an unspoken order to stand down and to stay where he was.&nbsp; While he did not fear for her, he was troubled by her absence.&nbsp; What was he to do, other than to stay in his place?&nbsp; Was he to watch over Caris… not likely.&nbsp; It was obvious to him that she held nothing but contempt for him and his over-watch would be unwelcome to say the least.&nbsp; He watched as she moved away on Domina’s orders to see to the cleaning of the soiled garments, and smiled inwardly when she was reproached by one of the male house slaves.&nbsp; He did not wish her to be made a fool, but still he did not mind that she was put into her place somewhat.<br><br>After what seemed like a very long time, but in reality was likely far less time than his perception told him it was, a house slave, no more than a boy really, came into the study and departed again quickly with one of the men who had been standing over near where a group of the ludus’ gladiators were on display.&nbsp; One of them was decked out in gold paint fit to resemble Apollo himself.&nbsp; Their champion he wondered.&nbsp; He looked formidable enough, although the garish paint made Patrocles chuckle to himself.&nbsp; He did not see the purpose of such pageantry.&nbsp; He preferred the simplicity of a light armor and simple weapons; the simplicity of an honorable battle without theatrics; the simplicity of feeling his weapon stab into soft flesh and spill the blood of his enemy… then the roar of the crowd.<br><br>As his eyes continued moving he actually felt his breath catch in his chest.&nbsp; Standing behind the golden gladiator stood a woman gladiator.&nbsp; She was beautiful, even through the dirt and blood she appeared to be spattered with.&nbsp; <em>But, a gladiator?</em>&nbsp; Now Patrocles found himself actually smiling; almost laughing aloud, at the thought of a woman in the arena taking up arms.&nbsp; He of course had heard that some of the northern barbaric tribes placed woman into the role of warriors, but to actually see once took his by surprise and amused him.&nbsp; He would love to see her in action if for no other reason than to watch her lithe form as it danced through the arena in a dance of combat and death.&nbsp; She was worth watching if for no other reason than looking at her and appreciating her body.&nbsp; <br><br>Tearing his eyes away from the woman he heard, and then saw, a female slave come into the study and announce something about entertainment on the balcony.&nbsp; He looked to Caris to see how she responded.&nbsp; He felt as though they were told to stay put by their mistress.&nbsp; They were not here to be entertained, and he felt that the invitation would not be for them.&nbsp; If Domina wanted them she would send for them.&nbsp; <em>No, it would better to stay here and wait on her.</em>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 21:54:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em><strong>~Ryann, locking on Aulus, moving to the balcony~</strong></em></div><br><strong>The Aegis Sea</strong><br><em>She had found two from her land, had found two that even knew of the name Ryann ap Elim. Knew her for the warrior daughter of the Ard Ri. She had been able to speak to them, albeit briefly and in short increments. Yet they had all simply spoken of Home. At first there was deference for her status, but she managed to make these men know that they were all slaves to the Romans here, equals in their plight. She had been angry when the two Irishmen had been taken to row, had even railed that she should go as well, all for naught. She was a woman, surely not strong enough, let alone were she in injured in such an activity, she would be worth less money at market. <br>Therefor she had been helpless to do nothing but watch as her countrymen made their fatal mistake, as they attempted escape. As they yelled for their freedom, making their way towards Pompey with murder in their eyes. She had screamed her defiance as the man bearing the razored whip did his duty, as blood and flesh flew through the air, as the bodies of her kinsmen fell to to their deaths. <br>And indeed, green hues shone with hatred, staring with rage upon the Legionaire with the tattooed neck, her mind already working on retribution...</em><br><br>...and here he was. It could be none other but the murdering cur. Eyes widened just slightly as Aulus met her fierce gaze, and she noted the bit of recognition. So caught up she was in boring death into Aulus' skull with her gaze alone that she almost didn't hear the new orders to move to the balcony. Her&nbsp; thoughts were already working on the mans death, and how it could be obtained, and immediately. As Aulus and the merchant and the other slaves began to file towards the balcony, she kept all her attention upon the Legionaire. It didn't even occur to her to be bothered that they were simply being ushered about the ludus like sheep. It didn't even matter to her that the slaves of the guest Domina were staying in the study, and not following. <br><br>All that mattered was the man with the neck tattoo..<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 03:16:02</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo overseeing the exit from the Study~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br><br><br>Though his face did not show it, he was mildly frustrated at one of the guests refusing wine only after it was poured then asking for water instead. It was clear what being offered, at least Galo had thought it was. Perhaps the man simply had not been paying attention so did not speak up? He removed the cup, replacing it with one filled with water as requested. The polite nod was unexpected and Galo bowed slightly, somewhat confused and - as was his nature - suspicious but he let it pass, simply taking note that the man were to be offered water first in the future.<br><br>Galo would have put him from his mind but then he did a most unusual thing, offering water to the young slave woman Autolycus had apparently been placed in charge of. Autolycus spoke to the man to Galo’s relief but it stuck in his mind a little. In Galo’s experience, a Roman only offered compassion to a slave if they wanted additional leverage over them, so what did this Roman seek to gain by these actions? It made no sense, which only served to unsettle him. <br><br>When the slave arrived to announce the change of venue to the balcony, Galo stopped to oversee everyone’s departure, the Citizens leaving first then allowing Nadia to take the head of the procession of Gladiators and house slaves. In all honesty, Galo felt more comfortable at the back of a group then he did at the front; it gave him opportunity to watch the people ahead, without having someone at his back.<br><br>When the gladiator and slave to one of the guests did not move he said to them, his voice neutral and calm, “Come, the announcement was for all of us.”
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 11:42:23</strong>
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				<strong>Manius and Livia on the sands as he dispatches the accused and the Doctore with all on the balcony watching</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>Unaware that is wife was currently gasping her last breathe in the Master bedroom, Manius smiled at Livia’s words before turning his head to respond. “On that note my dear, I think I will let the doomed dog cut me, just so you can tend to me.” He smiled at her and fixed his eyes on her. If only she could see, from his eyes, how much he desired her. He wanted to tell her right now but as he saw her face change from delight to horror as his ears picked up the sound of feet running towards him on the sands he know there was not the time as the sound of a sword could be heard swishing through the air. <br><br>The slave had seen his opportunity to strike with Manius focusing his attention on the tantalising Livia. Manius dodge with ease, naturally, even without moving his eyes from the visiting Domina. His confidence the he would not be hit, was foolish however as the blade cut into his left arm. A mere flesh wound, of course, but enough to anger the man. Before he turned his eyes away from the delight that was Livia, he spoke one last time “I hope you are a woman of your word as I have a wound for you to tend, but first I have other business.” The briefest of smiles then graced his face only to be replaced by anger as he began to focus on his task. Not anger at her but at himself for letting the little piss ant get the first blow. He then turned to face the pathetic slave who had all but exhausted himself in his futile attempt to attack his owner. <br><br>Before he strode forward to attack his foe, he glanced up at the balcony. All seemed present as he watched them glancing at the display. His stock, that he chose to save, was there along with Matriana and her slave Amplus with Cariad by his side. He was also pleased to see Galo, Nadia and Autolycus but could not make out if Livia’s entourage had joined the crowd at the back or not. He then addressed Matriana, with his usual roar that he perfected long ago when it was his life to entertain the crowds. “This is how we deal with murders at this house. I hope you will enjoy the spectacle as I dispose of this thing that has brought disgrace to MY Ludus.” He then calmed his tone to show sympathy for her lose. “I know that this will not bring back your husband, but I hope this will show to you how much I am sorry for the events that have transpired.” <br><br>In the background the crowd could easily see, if they were not watching the fight that the two maids, which had been murdered by Bastian, of which the accused had been blamed for, were being tossed over the cliff. It seemed that evidence of this crime was being removed by the second. This had been a costly day for Manius both financially and emotionally. The emotional part of this equation was yet to be revealed as his wife now lay on the bed her life over as the heat from her body slowly released itself from her dead corpse and her spirit floated into nothingness. Canis would be the one to find her, but that would have to wait. <br><br>On the sands the fight had begun. For a man with half his face removed and a displaced kneecap he was doing well. Half blind from the blood from his head, he pushed his eye ball back into his socket. The run had dislodged his kneecap so as he backed away from the advancing Manius, he stumbled a little which gave his master the edge. Manius had already begun to spin the mace on its chain as he held the handle firmly in his grip. It was a two handed mace but Manius could hold it well enough in one. The chain was a good yard long and that the end was a heavy metal ball that was covered in inch long spikes.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The first swing was precise as it struck the right side of the slave’s chest, crushing his lung. He moved a good yard on the sands almost falling to the ground as the second swing connected with his head. The life, within in, could be seen to depart as quickly as the club removed the slave’s lower jam and throat. Gasping for air as the blood spilled onto the sands the final blow from his master came moments later. Striking his neck with full force the slave head detached from his body as it launched itself into the air until finally hitting the sands and rolling to the Dominus’ feet. The Dominus then lifted his leg and slammed it down crushing the skull with only one thump of his mighty foot. <br><br>Picking up the headless slave by the ankle, after dropping his mace, he turned to face the crowd. “Are you not entertained” he roared as he turned once again in the direction of the cliff. Within several strides he was at the face and, like he did with anyone who displeased him, he held the man at arms length over the cliff. He then remembered that the Medicus had made a request of him so he changed his mind and walked over to the man’s Infirmary and tossed the body outside his door, before going to stand next to Livia. He turned his head to address the crowd once he had smiled to Livia, of course. He looked for the Medicus to address him and then pointed to the dead body that graced his door. “Autolycus a little something for you to do with as you please.” <br><br>Still fuelled with the fire of killing the slave, his attentions then moved to the Doctore. He gestured for him to come to his aid. As the man responded to the order, Manius moved to the centre of the sands and began to look like he was cleaning up the scene as he picked up the slave’s abandoned sword. He smiled at his Doctore to suggest that all was well before slashing at the man’s abdomen. The blade was sharp and it took little effort to cut open the man as his intestines fall from within him. The look of surprise made Manius smile as he remarked “I never suffer fouls and your actions when letting the dogs play in my mess hall is unforgiveable. So die and die painfully you fucker.” He watched as the man fell to the sand and as he bled to death Manius dragged him to the Infirmary door and as he did this he jested to Autolycus “They seem to be piling up. Don’t they?” <br><br>With the Doctore still twitching by the door and all silent around him he went back to the centre and addressed Matriana once again. Covered in blood from the two he had just killed, he dropped the sword in the sand and spoke “Now all powerful Matriana, what would you have me do?” He hoped that that was all as he was running out of stock, but as he looked into her eyes he could see the ‘fun’ was just getting started.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 11:47:55</strong>
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				<strong>Nadia Sighs....</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/Nadia-1.jpg)</div><br>Nadia continued with her work, she had a slave bring water to the new ‘toy’, so that she might be able to drink…after all the head slave had no wish to create more trouble at least not at the moment.<br><br>Now on the balcony Nadia paused then and sighed at the sight, at the men that would have to be beaten by their friends…their brothers in arms, whether or not they had been part of the fight or not, it brought back memories of her own husband, in another household that had been forced to fight another gladiator. She was sure that these men would have their revenge, and it would not be pretty… Nadia cnsidered the gladiatrix <em>might</em> take on one man even two if she was lucky… but could she on take six or more? Perhaps they or rather Galo should just use herbs to make her compliant… her eyes passed to the pict that was being tugged on a chain. She shook her head once more. Why did the Dominus have to bring such toys…such Barbarians…<br><br>The head slave called over another of her staff for Matriana then turned her attentions back to the dark haired gladiatrix this was not going to be an easy day for any of the slaves, including her, she suspected.<br><br>This somewhat petite woman approached the rather taller Ryann, she looked her calmly in the eye showing no fear. “I have to have your hair braided properly, the last one like you had hair ripped from her scalp in a fight, it was not pretty.” She had ended up over the cliff…would this one be the same. Well that was not Nadia’s concern. “I will do it myself if I find the time or will send one of my girls.” She took a breath, and spoke more quietly…“Next time you are invited to a gathering, I suggest you make sure you are clean. We have important guests here.” Yes the dark haired woman seemed distracted by some man… but this was just some friendly advice.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 12:04:48</strong>
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				<strong>Matriana on the Balcony</strong><br><br>Matriana had to be aided to the balcony the slaves that had been ordered for her however were offered a little something extra in coin from her to massage her feet and fan her. Perhaps these would be the ones she would take back to Rome with her. There was so much choice for here, and the Dominus was out of options. This pleased her, just like the pleasure of the death of her husbands ‘murderer’ oh that an the extra entertainment...of the Doctore.<br><br>It also seemed there would be more delights on the sands, punishments were always interesting. This would show Matriana if this man was actually worth her time. So she lay there on her soft cushioned furniture. Of course she was eating yet more food, as it was a few of the slaves did not mind the job, for the coin was worth it.<br><br>She lifted a cheek briefly and let out a little wind then had a slave bring her a bowl to vomit in, this might not be Rome, but they had to behave as such in her presence. “I would have each man be given another to fight but only one may have a sword…now who will make the choice that is the question Dominus….I will give that to you … after all this is your Ludus.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 12:39:56</strong>
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				<strong>Manius follows Matriana’s command and orders Ryann to choose who lives and who dies</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div><br>When her command came he felt his knees buckle beneath him. Flexing his legs he stood his ground as the judgement was past. He then nodded to he guards to untie or unlock the cages to release his stock. Half the number of weapons were then placed on the sand before him as the stock was lined up. The hot sun had already taken its toll on some but the stronger of his stock, such as Ammon, seemed to show no sign of fatigue. How Ammon and the others felt inside of course, Manius could not begin to imagine. <br><br>Now was the time for Manius to involve one of his new members in this little game of Matriana’s and to start her lengthy series of punishments. So he turned and looked to the balcony and address Ryann “Come forward dog, and answer for you disobedience.” Seeing no movement he asked again. “Ryann move so I can see you.” <br><br>When he saw movement, he continued his command. “Now it is time for your punishment. Well the first of many at least. I need you to pick who has a weapon and who does not. Do it fast and do it now or you will be one of them who is weapon less as I pit five of my finest Gladiators against you. If you think you can best them, think again as I will be less than fair. Since I will have you strapped to a post, blindfolded and weapon less. If you think nothing of choosing who lives and who dies try to imagine the repercussions of your actions. Some here are friends of one another and for them to have to kill their friend, they would want your blood as it was you who chose. So think hard about that as you consider your choices, but do not take long as I still thirst for blood and would think nothing of dragging more to the cliff edge.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 12:47:25</strong>
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				<strong> Sorcha has no idea whats going on</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br><br>Sorcha in most cases would be so thankful for the water, this land was so hot, and it pained her, yet the water here had strange tastes and made her head bizarre. The truth was her brain still felt odd, sort of fuzzy and most confused. Her body too remained a little heavy.<br><br>The rather strange tattooed and scarred woman with eyes of dark fire curled her lip in a snarl as much as she was able against the gag she had been chewing and her nostrils flared taking in both the scent Aulus and the scent of the liquid he had in his hands. <br><br>Much of the water here was tainted it made her sick, just as the land did. However the young pict was in need of liquid and took it thankfully though the man with summer eyes still got a growl. Her ear twitched and again her nostrils flared once more. She appeared more like an animal than a human, yet there was some intelligence there even in those drugs addled eyes. <br><br>When the Medicus tugged on her chain she did indeed stumble a little and each time he did it. The drugs had made her far less fleet of foot than normal; they were also making it hard to concentrate. Still at least they had taken away some of the pain from her bruised body.<br><br>All that was in her mind at the moment was returning to the snow, to the wind, to the untainted spirits of her land, she needed to run, the chains were killing her, did they not understand.&nbsp; As it was she followed ‘grass eyes’ but still chewed on her now wet gag. If nothing else she wanted to call to the dogs and horses. <br><br>Of course this young woman continued to struggle even if just slightly, the heat and the people about her were making her become more panicked. Especially after she say what was happening on the sands, was she going to be next…The young woman struggled a little longer, and looked at Autolycus…was she next? Yes the pict could fight but the strange water here was not good…it made her ill and not so fast.<br><br>“Good Sorcha.” She drooled over her gag. Even as she still tried to bite through it. <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 16:25:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Caris.jpg)</div>Caris watched the others leave for the balcony, the beautiful blonde servant leading them but she shuddered when she saw the male servant Galo stay behind and psyched herself up for the possibility that he might attempt to bully her into leaving with all of them. Her only hope lay in the fool of a gladiator that was their Ludus' champion, who had stupidly laughed aloud moments earlier for whatever reason she did not know. She wondered if he was losing his reason in the heat and wished he would. The male servant did indeed linger and glanced from one to the other before speaking to them. She lifted her chin just a fraction before she spoke.<br><br><strong>"My mistress has the power alone to order me, I am her personal servant. Not a member of this Ludus to be ordered about by its staff. I will stay where she left me, I will not have her find fault with my ability to obey her orders because another lesser than her deemed I should."</strong><br>Caris looked away from him, inhaling deeply to steady her nerves from the speech she had given. She had good standing in their own Ludus and had not been treated like some common house slave in quite some time. Her eyes moved to Patrocles, wondering if he would go this time to the balcony or stay.<br><br>Livia thought all reason had fled her when he spoke of taking a cut just for the sole purpose of having her tend to his wounds. She opened her mouth to speak, her smile never far it seemed when she looked at him. In truth she felt like a heady young girl again in the first flush of youth and young love. It was simply ridiculous. Any words were halted on her lips however when she saw the slave move behind Manius, ready to charge him. Whatever emotion lit her features she knew it must have been fear for him and horror that the brute who had murdered already that day could do away with Manius so easily as well.<br><br>It was clear before long that she had nothing to fear however as Manius laid him low though he was struck upon his arm. Her insides knotted and though she feared for his very life there upon the sands that were baptized with blood and sweat, she knew she also felt a thrill of excitement course through her. The arena had always had this effect on her but none more so than watching the specimen of a man that Manius was, as he fought. Not wanting to distract him further she kept any quip at bay, knowing that her pulse raced vigorously now and all thoughts of keeping whatever lay between them at bay was soon forgotten. She desired him so intently, so much that all thought for his beloved wife in her chamber resting was forgot.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Livia.jpg)</div>The swing of the mace made a distinct noise as it cut through the air, she slowly moved back allowing more space for the battle to commence. She watched as Manius beat him to a virtual pulp until he decapitated the man. The head flew through the air, spatters of blood flinging wildly as it did so and Livia reached up to her cheek to wipe splotches from it. Her dress had received another two but they were not vastly large and with her palla and stola to be returned to her later, both garments would cover it well. She glanced at the blood smudge on her finger tips, knowing that her face carried the faint smudge as well. Her gaze shifted to Manius who moved to the edge&nbsp; of the cliff drop and held the body by its ankle. She waited for him to drop it but instead he moved and tossed it within a door. <br><br>Awed she watched him approach her, her heart thumping wildly. If she were his she would demand an audience with him that very second for he looked glorious, powerful, breathtaking. She wanted him with every breath within her. She returned his smile listening to him address those that watched before calling to the Medicus. All the while she stood there transfixed by him, knowing that in all her married life, as happy as it was, she had never been so enthralled by her husband. Her eyes widened as another man was slain, she knew not his indiscretion but would not question him on the matter. How he dealt with his subservients was his business and not hers. Moving silently to the end of the stairs they had come down, she waited there for him, sure that they would be returning to the upper quarters. <br><br>Manius however moved back to the center of the grounds and called to Matriana, she wondered that he would have to do any more for surely slaying the man responsible for her husbands murder was recompense enough. Clearly it was not for the bulbous woman demanded a high price indeed and startled by the woman's request Livia stared at Manius. For all his gladiators to fight surely was crazy, they could all get brutally hurt and some would actually die and for what? There was no purse to be won, no glory to be made simply the desire of a widow to appease her own desires and not the death of her husband, Livia was sure of this. Manius called out to someone on the balcony, she could not see who from this vantage point but her heart stilled, waiting for the choice that would be made.
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 00:21:03</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon on The Sands</strong><br><br>Having just been released from his bounds, Ammon took a moment to just weigh in everything that had taken place. It had all happened so fast. He attempted to break up the fight in the mess hall, and now? He was being punished for that. Not only that, but the dominus had slain some slave who was referred to as a murderer. Not only that, but Doctore. The man who had trained Ammon in the gladitorial arts was dead by his hand as well. He knew that Romans were upset about something, he had been detained and now it looked like there'd be more to the day's events as him and his brethren were lined up. Glancing at the weapons that had been laid out, Ammon wondered quietly for a moment before the Dominus spoke and he just frowned at what was said. Five gladiators which would likely include him against one woman...Despite his current anger with her, there was no honor in that. No glory, and glory was what drove Ammon.<br><br>He quietly decided in his head, that all involved parties? Would die soon enough. The quiet one as well as the woman for starting that fight, not heeding his words and getting him into a world of shit. Also, the dominus. He'd die. The man lacked honor, and Ammon never forgot or forgave slights. He'd quietly file this one inside of his head as he looked ahead with a stone cold face waiting to see what would transpire of these events. He knew it was far from over, Romans were all about power and control. The dominus? Was all about these things, and would go to any ends to see that he had them. Despite appearing like a loyal servant? Ammon was loyal to his brothers that bore the mark, and to himself. None else.
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 01:50:34</strong>
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				<strong>Aulus/Antonious transferring from the Study to the Balcony</strong><br>Strange how it was having to move from location to location. First at the outer courtyard, then the study, and now the balcony; Aulus could only assume this was required at a Ludus in order to meet the master of this estate.&nbsp; It didn’t trouble him; rather it gave him a very unique opportunity.&nbsp; Aulus had never been near estate of such magnitude.&nbsp; Granted the war allowed him the opportunity to see the work of barbarians from the East, yet in all its splendor and glory, he hoped to one day visit an estate that was of Roman design, leaving him a sense of self gratitude to his devotion to the Republic.&nbsp; With him now honorably discharged it was all he had to honor since his parents had now passed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Needless to say for all he had done for the Republic a reward such as an invitation to a Ludus was quite pleasing to him by observation alone.&nbsp; For the first time in a long while he could actually smile so naturally.<br><br>The smile came into play as the young soldier had assisted in helping his guardian from the study to the balcony via the Outdoor Corridor.&nbsp; Having to assist carrying his mildly intoxicated guardian it forced him to slow his pace leaving him partially behind the rest of the guests, which was more than enough distance for one to keep an eye on the young man.&nbsp; Having to drag Antonious, Aulus couldn’t help but seem to wonder if this was perhaps like having a brother…<em>errrr to old for a brother</em>….perhaps an uncle figure, if so it was certainly going to be a long road and day ahead of him.&nbsp; Aulus could only pray to Jupiter……<em>By Jupiter’s grace, don’t let me get in trouble, especially because of Antonious</em>…and hope that the old merchant didn’t overdo tonight.&nbsp; With so much going on, and not to mention his duty to address the master of this estate Pompey’s wishes, the last thing he wanted to have to deal with was apologizing for his lack of controlling his guardian.<br><br>But as much as he worried about his guardian, a thought had occurred with Aulus that required him to ask Antonious a small favor despite his buzzed stated.&nbsp; Continuing to help assist Antonious he turned his head to face the old man eye to eye, “Antonious I need you to hold onto something for now.&nbsp; &nbsp;I fear it may be confiscated, but so long as you have it you could say it is one of your wares.” Such an odd request must have sobered Antonious instantly, for he no longer needed Aulus to help him to the balcony. His posture was nearly perfect, almost making Aulus believe that his guardian was a noble in disguise as a merchant.&nbsp; Whatever the case Antonious was ready to hold on whatever it his bodyguard wished for him to hold.&nbsp; Aulus had carried what seemed to be a large wide object wrapped in cloth.&nbsp; It was tied by series of leather threads holding the cloth that masked the object tight, followed by a series of threads that kept the object tied to his satchel belt.&nbsp; <br><br>Aulus first had to have Antonious first hold his goblet of water.&nbsp; Since he wasn’t sure whether or not the servants had brought water with them he rationed the one goblet he had poured for him at the study.&nbsp; Using both of his now free hands he untied the strings connecting the masked object from his belt letting it drop in his other free hand.&nbsp; The object was small enough to fit in Aulus hand, despite its wide length.&nbsp; With the object in hand he handed traded it for the goblet of water in Antonious’ hand.&nbsp; With the swap complete Antonious could hold onto whatever this object was, and Aulus could breathe a sigh of relief knowing a valuable possession of his is in good hands.&nbsp; Not only that but given the weather it was nice that Aulus didn’t have to drag Antonious for too long, which was convenient since they were already so close to the balcony.&nbsp; Now what were they in store for next?<br><br>Finally at the balcony the two were quick to move to the railing to see what exactly could be seen from here.&nbsp; For Antonious it was simple, but for Aulus it was amazing, from the balcony he could see the whole of the training ground which left in awe in such splendor.&nbsp; His father had told him that at gladiator games to be able to see such a fine view of the game was always moving, with each swing of the sword and splash of blood.&nbsp; When he finally looked down at the training sands he took note of a few souls, thinking that perhaps they had become lost.&nbsp; &nbsp;One of the souls had turned to look up at him and most likely the other guests, along with the slaves/gladiators behind him.&nbsp; The soul was a man, proud, strong, rugged, leaving Aulus only to assume that he was a gladiator perhaps?&nbsp; The man’s dialogue however would set Aulus straight as to who he really was.<br><br>“This is how we deal with murders at this house. I hope you will enjoy the spectacle as I dispose of this thing that has brought disgrace to MY Ludus.”<br><br>It was now clear that the man was the Dominus and thus the master of the estate.&nbsp; Strange why he would be found down in the sands of the training ground then with his guests, but it seemed he had come prepared to entertain his guests.&nbsp; He mentioned spectacles which lead Aulus’ eyes to notice the two women near the cliff’s edge.&nbsp; He had remembered being there and recalled the nauseating sight from looking over the edge.&nbsp; A fate these two women would not share for they were shoved right off the cliff left to plummet to their demise.&nbsp; Aulus flinched for but a second, but painful it remained.&nbsp; It reminded him much of the times he had seen soldiers thrown off a cliff for desertion.&nbsp; There was no mercy to cowards and deserters in the Legion, a principal that Aulus held to strongly despite many hardships.&nbsp; <br><br>Following the death of the two women, Aulus returned his attention to the Dominus who now wielded a giant mace.&nbsp; A very crafty if not heavy weapon, even Aulus could not lift a weapon like that with one hand.&nbsp; With Manius able to lift it with one hand, Aulus could instantly conclude that he was indeed far stronger in strength then the roman soldier could be even in his prime.&nbsp; What he didn’t notice quickly enough was that another man was out on the sand with weapon in hand charging the Dominus.&nbsp; Even from this distance, Aulus could see the horrible approach and technique the slave took to attack the Dominus, the Dominus on the other hand was more than prepared for him, it really only took one swing to send the slave faltering back as the mace crushed against his chest, followed with a deathblow to the head/neck region finishing the match with a stomp to the head shattering the skull.&nbsp; <em>So this is how Gladiators fought</em>…..Aulus could finally realize the sense of thrill and entertainment that erupts from these games, in a way you could say this was Aulus’ first exposure to a gladiator match.&nbsp; Seeing the weapon coated in blood and membrane, he could sense his heart pounding faster, as if his curse from Mars had begun to arouse from its slumber, however brief that is was.<br><br>“Are you not entertained?”<br><br>Well certainly any Roman would be entertained by such games, and even though Aulus was Roman to say that he enjoyed it would not be entirely accurate.&nbsp; The match itself was interesting to watch but watching the females being thrown off the cliff left him nauseous.&nbsp; Nevertheless as a sign of respect to the Dominus he offered him a respectful nod and applause to his match.&nbsp; He was after all only a soldier of a former lower class, honor dictate that he show his respect to the master of the estate.&nbsp; Following his applause he would come to pause as another body would appear dead by the hands of Dominus. Perhaps it was another slave receiving punishment for attempting to run away, which in truth he could not confirm. Regardless Aulus could only pay attention to the blood that soaked these sands, reminding him of what he had done and what he was capable of.&nbsp; His heart beat even harsher, despite his lack of showing it, leaving him to only drink from the goblet of water to make the guests think it was the heat that was getting to him.&nbsp; <br><br>“Now all powerful Matriana, what would you have me do?”<br><br>Turning his head it seemed that the Dominus had directed his question to a woman whom was of heavier complexion.&nbsp; Her proposal seemed somewhat harsh, had there already been enough blood for the evening?&nbsp; It didn’t seem fair, but as a guest he had no right to question her desires, and if the Dominus offered such a power to the woman then there was nothing Aulus could do.&nbsp; &nbsp;She showed some mercy however by allowing the Dominus to choose whom the executioner shall be.<br><br>“Ryann move so I can see you.”<br><br><em>Ryann, who was that?</em>&nbsp; Before long his sky blue eyes would be preyed on by the eyes of the female gladiator from earlier.&nbsp; Strong, beautiful, full of resolve and rage, her gaze had never left that neck of his and now she would be carrying the fate of the stock of this Ludus, leaving Aulus only curious as to who she would choose to carry the sword and who shall not.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 20:15:51</strong>
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				<strong>Autolycus, watching the madness on the sands</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>Having arrived on the balcony, leading Sorcha by her chain, Autolycus saw his master facing off with a battered and bruised slave and the sight confused him more than a little. As did the Dominus openly flirting with Livia, allowing that to distract him enough to leave himself open to the slave's attack. A moment later a kind of explanation was given. A murder. A high Roman, killed in this very house. That went some way to explaining. The slave had to be punished of course. But why do it like this? Allowing the man to put up a fight, and agains the Dominus himself!? Surely that was too honorable a death for a slave who had committed such a terrible crime. Why not crucifixion, the slave's punishment? Surely that would be a more disgraceful, more painful death, better to appease the not-quite-grieving widow?&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Disapproval was plain on the Medicus' face as he watched the fight. The horror and bloodiness of it didn't bother him one bit. The senselessness of it did. <br><br>And then it got worse, Manius picked up the body and dumped it at his door. <br><br><em>“Autolycus a little something for you to do with as you please.”</em><br><br>Autolycus' disapproving expression turned to horror as Manius looked up at him, thinking he'd bestowed some grand gift on him. Yes, he was grateful, always, for bodies to experiment upon. But had the Dominus forgotten that practice was illegal? That no-one was to know of this little hobby of his!? Thus far, no-one had known but himself, his master and a few trusted ones. Now it was out there for the whole ludus to see, as well as all these guests… He composed his face, hoping his shocked reaction hadn't drawn attention to the fact, and glanced around furtively, watching his companions faces, expecting to see disgust as they realized what he did in his spare time. <br><br>Perhaps - just maybe - they'd be too distracted by the spectacle below to notice; for just then the Doctore’guts spilled out on the sands. A man who’d served Manius loyally, killed for a single mistake…<br><br>Next up, halving the amount of gladiators to appease Matriana.<br><br>Autolycus’ head reeled, at that. How many slaves had died already? The murderer, the two female slaves tipped off the cliff, the Doctore... How many more before this madness ended? Would there still be a ludus left once it did? And if it did, would there be a place in it for him, now that his secret had been revealed?<br><br>"Good Sor-kha," he said as the slave at his back spoke to him, but his heart wasn't in it, the distraction clear in his voice as his eyes darted between the guests, the bloody mess on the sand, the mangled bodies by the infirmary door and finally to the gladiatrix who now had to decide which gladiators would live and which would almost certainly die. 
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 22:55:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><em>~Ryann, assigning battle and plotting another~</em></strong></div><br>There was killing going on down upon the sands, yet she only had eyes for Aulus. The fat pig was demanding something, but her attention was only for Aulus. Even the drooling Pict chewing through her mouth bonds was ignored as Ryann's eyes were boring death into Aulus' skull. Yet she could not escape the arrival of Nadia in front of her, gazing up at her with disdain, and speaking of her hair, as well as her appearance. A scowl crawled across her brow as the woman addressed her like any other animal, and Ryann managed a few silent moments.... a few...<br><br>With a low snarl she was shoving her face into Nadia's, her breath hot, close enough to blow tendrils of Nadia's hair from her face as she seethed at her. “ There IS NO OTHER like me woman. I can not be duplicated. I WAS clean, until others decided to step up and attempt to prove themselves manly. YOU..or any others girls will NOT touch my hair, nor any part of my flesh...”<br><br>Quite willing to continue this tirade, even working to take another step closer to Nadia as if that were even possible, until the loud voice yelling her name snapped her attention away. The Dominus was calling to her. With a snap of her teeth at Nadia and a feral grin, silent steps and a sway of lovely hips would carry her to the balcony railing. Another look to Aulus was given, a look to the railing, and an idea would just begin to form... until Manius called out his demands of her. She was to choose who would fight who, and who was to be allowed a weapon. Her chin would lift, her hands settling upon the balcony railing to grip tight enough to whiten her knuckles. Why was he doing this? Why was this man making it seem as if what had transpired to this point was all her fault! It was HIS men within the mess hall who had dared start with her and the man she had been chained to! What choice was there? Whatever choice was made would surely darken her even further in the eyes of the other Gladiators.<br><br>She realized soon that as her thoughts swept away, silence abounded upon the sands, and the balcony. All eyes were upon her. The wind stirred the hot air about her person, shifting her long locks about her shoulders and bared breasts. Fine. Her voice was clear, sweet and smooth as it rang out over the training ground, her decision made. Damn the consequences. <br><br>“ I choose two to fight first Dominus. Your Champion against the man I was chained with, (pointing to Cingetorix), and he is to be allowed the weapon. As Champion, he should not need a sword I would think.” A sly smirk would work across her sweet lips at this comment, even as her eyes drifted towards Ammon. “ And I believe that the Egyptian should fight against one he chooses as his rival, before the Champion of course. For I am sure ALL rival for that position. Allow his choice to be bladed.” <br><br>Her choices made, her green eyes would remain locked upon Manius, this man who now owned her, this man that killed so easily. And still, still her mind plotted. Aulus was very close to the railing. If she could manage to ease back behind and to his side slightly... just slightly..it might work....<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 08:47:24</strong>
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				<strong>Manius accepts Ryann’s judgement and moves, with Livia, off the sands</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div> Matriana was playing with him, wasn’t she? She was going to destroy either him or his Ludus, or both. With just a handful of his stock left after the conclusion of this game, he would find it hard to pick himself up. He considered the slave that he had displaced without so much as a thought to whether he was guilty or not. Trusting the words of a fat and powerful pig without even questioning the slave. That was not like him. Wasn’t he made of sterner stuff. Perhaps not it seemed. Manius had become weak in his quest to advance his Ludus but would his greed be the sin that would destroy him? The direction this day was going, he was beginning to think so as the events that lay before him spiralled out of control.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>When Ryann spoke, her voice made what she said sound more like a command. That voice would do well in the arena, he thought. Not squeaky or weak as he had imagined it would be. She chose his best and not only that his best would be weapon less. It seemed she was cleverer than he thought or perhaps more than capable to deal with the consequences. He was not sure which. He looked to Ryann and acknowledged her choice. “As you wish, dog. Now stay right where you are as I wish for you to see what your next actions will bring to this house.” <br><br>He turned to the giant of a man, his loyal and trusting Ammon. Little did he know that Ammon was far from loyal, but Manius’ quest for absolute power more than clouded his judgement of the man. “You heard it, pick your opponent and stand ready as once I move back to the balcony, I will give you instruction to proceed. Be sure to assist your opponent in the choosing of a weapon while I walk.” He then turned back to the balcony. He called his champion’s name “Rioghan! Step forward and jump down as it is time for you to wow the crowds once again. When on the sands, assist Cingetorix with his weapon choice and then stand ready for further instruction from me. All of you fight well and with honour as is befitting of this house. You have your instructions now do it and do it fast and know that the victors will receive whores of the finest quality.” <br><br>Once his orders had been followed, he turned to Livia and smiled. “I think it is time for us to make our way to the balcony. As I think we would be in harms way should we stay.” He waited for her to respond before taking her hand to assist her off the sands. As they walked, he spoke again. “Do you think we have the time to dress my wound and clean the blood from my skin?” <br><br><strong>Canis enters the master bedroom and finds the Domina dead</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/gal_90s_young_hercules_gosling.jpg)</div> When he entered his Master’s chambers he did not expect to see the Domina ‘sleeping’. At least he had found her, to his relief. He proceeded to tidy the room before closing the drapes as the hot sun was starting to move across the bed and would surly wake her should it move any closer to her half naked form. There was wine by the bed and by the looks of it was at least half empty and two vessels beside it. Who had she been entertaining? he thought. Perhaps it was the Dominus’. It was then that he noticed that her chest was not moving nor was any sound coming from her. In fact she had not moved during the ten minutes he had been in the room. He moved to shake her but she did not stir. He began to panic. If he was found in the room alone with her, he would surely be accused of killing her. So he covered her up and headed out of the room in search of Galo. He would know what to do. So he shut the door upon leaving and heading down the corridor. <br><br>He found the man with ease as he was on the balcony with the others. He took a deep breath to compose himself and tapped him on the shoulder. He then quietly spoke to the man “Galo, may I have a word please as there seemes to the a situation that requires your attention and expertise to resolve the matter.” He was amazed at how well he composed himself with such power in his vicinity, so he stood there and waited for Galo to respond and with hope accompany him down the corridor so that he could better explain his predicament. <br><br>He did indeed do so and within moments they were both in the chambers trying to figure out what to do. It was descided that it would be alright for Canis to inform Manius of his wife's demise.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>Amplus waits to be called to the sands only to be left with his cock in his hands, so to speak</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div> His master was dead and someone would pay. He hoped to be the one to administer the punishment but for now his mistress needed him. He would do anything for her as her upset was plain to see. He sensed that she was faking a little as he know how much she had started to despise the man over the last few months. However, they had bore two children together, twins, so there must have been love at some point as they had had sex at least once. <br><br>She was escorted to the balcony and with that so was he. Still no mention of punishment, but he stood with her patiently. He listened as she barked her orders to Manius and her judgement was finally past. Amplus by now had realised that he would not be involved in the retribution as from the reactions in the crowd, judgement had already been past. It saddened him a little as he wished to please his mistress and show all his skills on the sands, but for now he would perform his other role and that was as a sex slave. <br><br>He moved closer to Cariad for support as he felt that she might be feeling in need of his presence. Such closeness brought new life to what lay beneath his garments but the distraction was more than welcoming as he looked her over, presumably unnoticed by the crowd who where too busy with the blood and death that came from below. Perhaps he would have the chance to touch her fine form before he would have to depart this place and head back to Rome. Perhaps she would come with him he mussed. He smiled at the thought as he admired her breasts once again.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 11:53:39</strong>
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				Matriana was bored now very bored, watching the men or even women fighting now was tedious, it was not like it was not&nbsp; new…there&nbsp; might be blood on the sands…that was not anything&nbsp; exciting to the lady. Life meant nothing to this powerful woman, why would it? She gestured for Marcus to join her to, and to aid in her packing, perhaps he might join her…<br><br>She called to the slaves about her to take her too her chambers, and then called for the Dominus fot a 'talk'... this needed to be done … finished and over. He had shown that he would pay the price for his actions. The blood in the sands was not her problem now….at least not here.<br><br>She waited then, after having her belongings packed she was ready to leave now the woman needed to speak to the Dominus….and he better please her….the woman had made her choices. Oh yes she had made many far more interesting than some fight on the sands….<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 12:33:06</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus goes with Matriana and fails to secure Cariad when he leaves</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div> Still focused on Cariad’s breasts as they heaved upwards for a moment only to lower again with her breathing, Amplus’ hand was taken swiftly by that of Matriana. It was clear that she tired of the events and wished to leave. The damage had been done to this Ludus, his only hope was that she was satisfied with the mayhem she had caused. However, he know her to well, she was just getting started. <br><br>Of course Amplus would have to go with her, he belonged to her, but that did not stop him from trying to grab Cariad’s hand as he was dragged away. If she showed any kind of resistance he would be beaten so as his fingers touched Cariad’s only to fail on contact. He moved down the corridor without her. He wondered if she noticed his attempts to take her with him or indeed for her to keep him with her, but it was too late. They would never see each other again and with that he was gone. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 13:18:04</strong>
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				<strong> Nadia leaves for more pressing matters</strong><br><br>Nadia could not believe the woman in front of her, who ever she was did not matter, and the fact was this dark haired woman was nothing more than a slave, and not even one that held any status. In time perhaps? Nadia was not afraid or her snarls or sneers in fact they were amusing. Once half of those men had there way then she might not be so ‘proud. Even less so when her hair was ripped from the scalp she might regret the advice. <br><br>Still Nadia had other matters to attend to, non of them pleasant, yet she knew her place and was more than aware that which was going on. As long as her children were accounted for everything would be well. As it was the woman looked out for Galo, and left the room …perhaps he might add sanity to this circus. After all there was Matriana to attend too.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 13:21:34</strong>
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				<strong>Autolycus decides to make a run for it</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>Why was he still here? Autolycus wondered as Ryann made her choices, Manius issued his commands and the gladiators took their place on the sands. When he'd joined the ludus, all those years ago, his terms had been clear. He wanted a stable position, a secure place where he might do his research. He'd asked the Dominus for permission to experiment on the bodies of dead gladiators - yes, an illegal practice, but in return for that, and in return for it being kept a careful secret, he'd offered his services as a Medicus. Manius had agreed, had kept his word all this time and now, in one stupid, rash gesture, he'd broken it. <br><br>His secret was out. His place here no longer secure... <br><br>He should get out of here. <br><br>"Come, Sor-kha..." he spoke softly, tugging the Picts chain to lead her off the balcony, down through the villa. When he reached the infirmary he kicked the bloodied and cleaved bodies out of the way with more force than was strictly necessary and stepped inside, locking the door behind him. He released Sorcha then, took off her gag, took the too-tight shackles from her bruised and bloodied wrists, from her ankles, took the collar and chain from her neck. <br><br>"There," he said, dropping the iron links to the earthen floor. "You can escape now." <br><br>Turning his back on her, he stepped into his bedroom, threw open his clothes chest and began to fill it with his possessions - clothes, blankets, a few personal things - then dragged the chest out into the infirmary and threw in herbs, salves, tools... Next would be his scrolls, years of careful research that he would not leave behind. He worked quickly, not bothering with careful, orderly packing, just wanting to get his things together as fast as he could. He would get out of here while everyone was distracted by the fight. And he'd be far away from this place before word of his transgressions reached the local magistrate.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 13:22:10</strong>
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				<strong>Manius escorts Livia from the sands and acknowledges that Matriana wishes to leave now</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div> While he waited for Livia to respond, he heard Matriana from the Balcony and by the looks of things she wished to leave, but before that she requested an audience with. Of course he would have to oblige but not after he had seen that the fighting was well on it way. As for the wound on his arm and the blood on his skin, the cleaning of both would have to wait as more demands on his time appeared before him. So off he went with Livia in tow to the balcony. <br><br>Along the way, he spotted the Guard Captain and within moments of them chatting he, unsatisfied as to why he had beaten on an innocent female slave, dismissed the man and sent him onto the street with nothing up the rags that were under his armour. <br><br>Sighing he returned to his journey to a now much emptier balcony. Matriana with Amplus and Marcus had departed to her room and Galo as well as Nadia seemed to be elsewhere. As for the Medicus and the Pict where had they gone? There was not time to find out these answers as below he observed that the Gladiators were moving to their stations. His champion, he assumed had already joined the sands but he could not see him as yet. Perhaps he was cleaning of the gold, he considered. So he waited for all to get in position before commanding them to begin.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 14:09:18</strong>
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				Sorcha did not understand, not completely she listened to the words but was at least thankful that her hands were looes again as was her mouth and even her legs. She could run, the pict had other plans, she would not leave grass eyes here, that would be wrong. He should not be here and her mate’s spirit was with him.<br><br>Autolycus was a part of her vision.&nbsp; “Good Sorcha…” It was then the pict drew horses in the sand. And then pointed to her and the medicus . “Good Sorcha,” she repeated as she waited. Of course she wanted to escape, yet she was no fool, for she knew nothing of this Land of corruption. Perhaps he would show her. She pointed to the horses again, and then made a noise like the horses here in the stables and smiled. “Sorcha …good...yes?”<br><br>She stood close to the medicus, who was packing up his goods and his clothes… she did not understand wholly… “Autolycus…Sorcha… good?” it was hard to explain but perhaps he understood as she pointed again to the horses.&nbsp; Were they going on a journey?<br>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 22:53:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marcus was somewhat surprised when Matriana gestured for him to join her. But the simple truth was that he was a slave and she was a free woman. Also he really had no idea about who was who at the Ludus so it was better to obey than risk a whipping.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So he feel in behind as she let for her chambers where again to his amazement he was asked to pack for the woman. Which gave him some relief as it had been wondering if bed fun was on her mind. Then again she would have picked a more handsome Gladiator than him if that had been her intent.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finishing the packing he stood like a good slave awaiting further orders.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 10:38:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Livia.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Livia</span> - with Manius on the balcony</em></span><br><br>She was eternally glad for his returning to her when he did, this entire visit to his Ludus was turning into a farce. Never before had she heard the likes, it seemed utterly unprecedented. Would Manius' and Valeria's standing be shot through completely because of this? She let her hand gently touch his arm as she viewed the damage done. It was not so deep but other than cleansing it there was no special skill that she owned that would take care of it. Before she could tell him that his medicus would have to look at it, the rotund woman was easily heard from her perch on the balcony and instantly Manius brought her there. <br><br>Her hand gently patted his arm as if for reassurance. His gladiators were about to fight at the bequest of a woman who now did not even wish to stay and see the fruits of her decision. Livia was greatly angered by her but kept her composure calm as she accepted a drink from a servant once they reached the balcony. <br><br><strong>"You should have it seen to my lo ..."</strong> she glanced away realising the faux pas she would have uttered, taking a sip of her drink as colour stained her cheeks a little. Her gaze followed the gladiators below as they readied themselves to fight. Livia turned and noted for the first time to see neither her gladiator or servant upon the balcony and wondered at this. <br><br><strong>"I fear my two have sequestered themselves still in your study, would you be so kind Manius as to send a servant to bring them too me. Say it is the wish of their Domina" </strong>she glanced up at him and felt in that moment that she could feel his frustration and pain over the proceedings of that entire day. It was surely one he wished would end and swiftly.<br><strong>"Would you rather we leave dear Manius?"</strong> she allowed her hand to brush gently against his.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 15:28:58</strong>
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				<strong>Manius talks to Livia whilst a servant calls for her entourage to accompany her on the balcony</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>Relieved and a little abandoned back on the balcony, he took comfort from Livia’s words. He smiled when she made the error of almost calling him her love. It wanted it too, but as he was sure she would agree that would have to wait. The redness in her cheeks gave him a warm feeling inside as he listened to her suggestion about her servants begin summoned to her side. He nodded in agreement and called upon on of his remaining female servants to fulfil her request. <br><br>The maid walked quickly to the study and indeed Livia’s entourage were still there. The servant spoke quietly as she was quite nervous at the sight of the mighty soldier that was before her. She glanced over to the woman and then spoke “Your Domina requests that you join her on the balcony.” She then bowed before continuing. “If you would like, I would be more than happy to show you the way?” she then waited for a response from either of them before moving out into the corridor to wait. <br><br>Back at the almost empty balcony, Manius was still talking to Livia. The topic of conversation had moved on from fetching her loyal servants to that of them both leaving the balcony. As Livia had sensed he was becoming increasingly frustrated. His livelihood was as good as over and he was finding it hard to hide it. He could also see that the new female, who he now knew as Ryann seemed upset in some way with the male guest that was still on the balcony. He watched her intrigued for some time before moving his attentions back to Livia, when she suggested that they both leave. <br><br>Her hand brushing against his finally help to convince him he needed a break. Matriana after all would take some time to pack, so he would not be needed there for some time. “You know I think it would be wise that we leave for a little while I will instruct the guards to monitor the fighting should it start before we return.” Feeling quite bold, he suggested “Well I do need a bath; perhaps you could assist me with that. It is not far between the study and Matriana’s quarters.” <br><br>His legs then went from under him as he collapsed on the tiles. Feeling foolish he promptly composed himself and dismissed any suggestion that there was something wrong. “I am fine, shall we?” Even though he claimed his was fine, upon standing, his arm automatically went around Livia’s shoulders. He was holding his weight fine, but he felt he needed the psychological support of having someone there whilst he stood and waited for her to decide what she wanted to do. Then she spoke again, “perhaps we should wait for your servants to arrive as they have been requested to meet you here?”&nbsp; As he waited his head became a little dizzy but was soon cleared with a deep breath. What was starting to happen to him, was the day becoming too much for him? <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 22:02:52</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Ludus study – Patrocles and Caris waiting for the return of their mistress.</strong></span><br><br>Now that he was alone in the study with only Caris he looked over at the girl.&nbsp; She was pretty in an understated simplicity that would only be expected from a servant, but could not be denied.&nbsp; She stood some ways off, with her back stiff and turned towards him.&nbsp; He thought back over the years that he had been in the ludus and could think of nothing he had done to offend her or cause her deep seated dislike for him, and it troubled him.&nbsp; He wished to know why she hated him so.&nbsp; Seizing the moment as an opportunity presented to him to interact with her directly, with no prying ears to hear their conversation, he leaned casually back against the wall and thought to speak to her.&nbsp; <br><br>Patrocles was a soldier, a man of battle, but also of finesse, on the sands of the arena.&nbsp; He knew the error of coming head long at an opponent only to find them waiting for you.&nbsp; He knew the art of being unpredictable and working the edges of an opponent, waiting patiently for a strategic opportunity to strike.&nbsp; Caris, however, should not be an opponent, or an enemy.&nbsp; Whatever enmity had spawned between them was unknown to him, so he was off balance, yet, he saw the wisdom in this case of coming straight on… for in this, that alone would be unpredictable.&nbsp; <br><br>Caris.&nbsp; Why do you hate me?&nbsp; What have I ever done to offend you so grievously that makes you look upon me with such disdain?&nbsp; Are we not both servants to the same mistress, tasked with her satisfaction above all things?&nbsp; Why is it, when our goals are the same, that we should always be at odds?&nbsp; I would have you tell me so that, if possible, I might make amends. &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>As he spoke, he watched her reaction to his words.&nbsp; Upon the first word she stiffened even more, if that were possible, and bristled at the very sound of his voice.&nbsp; She wheeled on him and looked at him directly, defiantly.&nbsp; The look in her eyes was not necessarily one of hatred but definitely she was not happy to be addressed by him.<br><br>She looked as though she might answer him, but as she opened her mouth one of the ludus’ servants entered the room and got their attention.&nbsp; She passed along the message that Domina wished them to join her on the balcony over looking the training yard with everyone else.&nbsp; Hearing that Domina was requesting their presence on the balcony he instantly stiffened his posture and made ready to go.&nbsp; Looking over at Caris he gave her a questioning look, and then turned to the servant girl.<br><br>Thank you for the escort.&nbsp; We will gather Domina’s belongings and meet you in the hallway.&nbsp; I would have you bear with us for one moment as we prepare. <br><br>He made sure to emphasize with his body language that the servant was to wait for them in the hallway, and to leave them alone to gather Domina’s personal belongings.<br><br>As the servant left the room, he glanced at Caris again while he made a show of straightening up the area he stood in, as if gathering items that would belong to Livia.<br><br>I would have your answer, even if it is brief, but we are now summoned to attend Domina.&nbsp; So seek me, this night when we return to the ludus, or before if opportunity presents.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning quickly he strode confidently to the door and fell into step behind the servant girl, with Caris following behind him.&nbsp; As they stepped onto the balcony he took stock of the thinning crowd and saw that at least half of the people who had left to come to the balcony, not long before, were now absent, and there were a number of gladiators below.&nbsp; It looked suspiciously like those below were prepared for an actual match, not training, which struck Patrocles as terribly odd, with so few people to watch.&nbsp; To a participant in the arena he knew that the battle would be about glory, but what glory could be found with no one to bear witness… and to what end.&nbsp; The games were wildly popular and a source of huge revenues to the lanistae, but there was no paying crowd here.&nbsp; Why would this be so?<br><br>Before he could begin to puzzle the answer to that question he saw Domina to the side of the balcony, and she seemed to struggle under the weight of a large man that Patrocles instantly recognized as the master of the house.&nbsp; He broke to the side and moved quickly to their side, dropping his gaze as he arrived.&nbsp; He knew that speaking with a certain air of confidence and familiarity was allowed to him as the ludus champion, but he wondered if here, in another ludus, in front of another lanista it may be bordering on insolence.&nbsp; So keeping his tone low, his eyes down, and his face turned away he addressed Livia.<br><br>Domina… you summoned?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 00:06:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Autolycus packs his things</strong><br><em>Infirmary</em></div><br>Autolycus hadn't expected the Pict to still be there when he returned from his bedroom, had expected her to bolt at the first opportunity and so it was a pleasant surprise to find her seated on the floor, drawing pictures on the sand. <br><br>"Yes, I am leaving," he explained as he heaped more things into the chest, walked around, picked things up at random only to discard them again. He could not take everything. Had to make choices and had to make them quick. And as he made them he spoke to Sorcha, not sure why, he doubted she understood even half the words he was saying but there was a kind of comfort anyway in speaking his thoughts out loud, to another person. "I've been... bad," he tried and explain. "Well, not bad. Done things the Roman's don't agree with... And as they make the law…" he sighed. "Its fine and proper to make a man cut his brother to bits in the arena, with sword and spear, for no other reason than to entertain. Yet somehow cutting them up in a neat and respectful way, with a clear scientific purpose in mind, even when they’re already dead, their soul gone, their body just a discarded hull… Is a crime." <br><br>"My Dominus has just made sure a lot of people know about my crime," he slammed the chest’s lid shut, turned the key to locked it. "And so I have to go." <br><br>"Technically..." he looked up at her. "You have to stay here." <br><br>She wasn't his to take. Manius' slave. <br><br>Well fuck that. Manius had broken his word to him, had betrayed him in a way that could put his very life in danger. But how would he take her out of here? Not like this, without chains, without even a collar to mark her for the slave she was. Making up his mind, Autolycus knelt to pick up the collar and leash he’d only just take off her. <br><br>"Sor-kha, Autolycus, out," he pointed to the door, then to the crude drawings she's made, "Horses." <br><br>He raised the collar to the height of her neck bu didn't put it on just yet.<br><br>"I need you to wear this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 04:05:17</strong>
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				<strong>~Galo trying to work his way around a mad house~</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)<br></div><br><br>Galo sighed, his lips thinning at the other slave's reply - and the Gladiator's lack of one. Stubborn. Did they make a habit of tempting the fates for a lashing?<br><br>Turning on his heel, he replied as he left, "On your heads be it, if the Master of this house finds out that his orders are ignored." A little harsh perhaps, but he could not bring himself to organise more gentle words for just a couple of slaves; He was expected on that balcony too.<br><br>His strides long and quick, he arrived on the balcony just as the last of the people before him were taking their places. Watching the event unfold it took all of his experience to keep his face neutral, instead of twisting in horror and disgust. That house slave? A murderer? Galo thought it about as likely as Nadia having a fight with one of the Gladiators. Ah, he though as he listened, so it was the fat woman's - Matriana's - husband who had been slain. Looking at her sidelong briefly, he would have been willing to wager that the over stuffed swine had killed her husband herself. It was all to easy to blame a slave and the way she toyed with her power put Galo on the defensive. He wondered how the man had died...<br><br>The unlucky slaved died a gruesome death on the sands, but Galo was surprised. To die in combat was honourable. Why not have him flogged to death or Crucified? Did Manus suspect that the hapless slave had not committed the crime?<br><br>Galo watched and listened to the unfolding events with an ever sinking feeling in his stomach; the House slave, the Doctore, the Gladiators... and the whole spectacle puppeteered by Matriana. Manus was taking things too far, much too far, however. Galo could think of many way to dance to Matriana's&nbsp; tune without all this madness. The Master was becoming a danger and Galo had dealt with such before... but he was not quite ready to chance the Slave markets again, not yet, not if another option played out. He was shocked by Manus' blatant and obvious display of the bodies at Autolycus' door, declaring the Medicus' illegal activities for anyone to hear. He eyes flicked over to the Autolycus, seeing the flash of alarm that was quickly covered. Galo had known, of course, he had acted as assistant to the Medicus since he had arrived although he personally disapproved of the 'research' and did not participate or aid the other man. It was a shame really, he had been good enough company when they worked together.<br><br>Galo's attention was drawn out again when the Gladiatrix verbally lashed out at Nadia. Galo could hardly believe his ears - the woman must be raving mad with a death wish. Why was she so determined to draw attention to herself? That was a fast road to torture!<br><br>So, when Canis arrived, Galo would almost have been relieved to get away if not for the state the boy was in. That the lad was seeking out Galo while he was in this state could not be a good thing. Jaw tight and patterns of blood seared across his mind, Galo left the Balcony trailing after Canis to the Master bedroom. <br><br>Entering the room, Canis waited at the door after pointing to the Master Bed with a frightened whisper, "It's the Domina..."<br><br>Galo approached slowly, cautiously but stopped when he saw the wine urn by the bed, recognising the marks in the clay, the seal and remembering how it had been tamped with almost three months before when it had first arrived at the Ludus. He smiled bitterly; at least one thing had gone to plan but the timing could not have been worse. He noted the two goblets and wondered how much the second person may have drunk, if any. They were unlikely to be dead if they had only had a sip, but a full cup was another matter. He sighed deeply as he knelt by the cooling body of the Domina, knowing she was dead without even looking at her. The sweet aroma of the wine filled his nose - it had been her favourite.<br><br>He knew, given the state that the Dominus was already in that this would likely be the final straw. The man would likely become unstable, unpredictable, more so then he already was. An unstable master was a threat to all slaves that served him no matter what their value or station and Galo knew he would need an out, today if possible. Rising from the bed he walked briskly over to Canis, then past him saying, "Wait here while I fetch a Guard to watch the room."<br><br>Galo set off down the corridor quickly, almost running down the stairs. But, rather then look for a Guard he darted into the servant's baths. Pulling himself up the wall via a crack in the stonework he stretched up to fetch a small pouch from a hidden nook on top of a large stone. Dropping back to the floor he checked the contents by touch; his hard earned and hidden coins, each wrapped in cloth to muffle their telling sound. There was more then one road to freedom and this was one of them. Now that it looked like some of his other hard earned routs were about to close here, in this house, he was loath to leave this one behind as well, to start again later. He was too old now and he didn't want to let go of all his hope, pathetic as it may be.<br><br>Eyes and ears trained on the door he dunked the small pouch in a pot of oil, squeezing out excess while shaping it into as narrow a form as possible. Mouth set in a grim line he grabbed a cloth as he carefully adjusted his tunic and loincloth, doing all he could to avoid getting oil on them in his haste. He flinched a little as he slowly inserted the oddly shaped bundle up his arse, useing the cloth to catch any oil that escaped. He breathed deep, working through the sharp discomfort, while his mind observed the whole thing from a distance, detached and clinical. Oh, he would have preferred something else, but there were no options; a slave had no possessions, even his clothes were not his own and could be taken from him in a heartbeat; if he swallowed the coins he could choke and die quickly, or they could block up his insides and he would die slowly - there was also the chance he would never be able to retrieve them even if they did not kill him; he couldn't hide them in his hair as he didn't have enough to hide anything with and he couldn't even hide something in his mouth as he was expected to talk more then most slaves. There was no grantee that if he left the Ludus that he would be permitted to take anything with him beyond his own skin - and even if he was permitted some items, there was always the high chance of anything he took being searched. He had been a slave for too long so he would take what he could, however he could for that small hope of freedom.<br><br>The ordeal took just seconds, but it felt like much more. It always did. Taking a moment to be sure he was clean of oil and his clothes were readjusted properly, he made his way back out of the baths, slowly at first, both to accustom himself to this discomfort and to check that no one was watching. Barely a minuet after he had entered the baths he left them, skulking by the walls before darting along the bottom of the stairs and out into the courtyard, so that the slave he saw working there might think he had just come from the upper floor.<br><br>He rushed past and out to the herb garden at a jog, swiping at his eyes where they had watered. He called to one of the Guards inside the Gate, "I need a Guard! The Domina... The Domina has died, a Guard is needed on her door!" The pain and distress in his voice was calculated, an act he did not feel. As one of the Guard hurried to follow him back upstairs, Galo was already calculating his next move.<br><br>As he reached the Master Bedroom and the waiting Canis, the Guard took up position, peering with morbid curiosity into the room and the still form of the Domina. <br><br>"Stay close." He said to Canis after the boy told him that the Dominus had just headed to the balcony. Galo couldn't really blame the boy for not informing the Dominus as he walked by; fear was a great motivator. Swiftly the pair walked to the balcony, arriving just in time to see the Dominus stumble. Remembering the second cup, Galo didn't know what he would have preferred in that moment - if the Dominus had drunk enough to kill him or not, if the second cup had indeed been his.<br><br>Eyes low, he mastered his voice and expression to just the right blend professional neutrality and distress. "Dominus. Forgive the interruption but I must speak with you, urgently and privately. It concerns the Domina..."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 06:27:34</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon in the Sands</strong><br><br>He didn't look in Ryann's direction as she spoke. Only narrowing his eyes very slightly when she said his opponent was to be bladed. She, would pay for this day. He would make sure of that. Still what could he do aside from comply? When the dominus turned to him, Ammon merely looked in his direction and recieved his instructions. Pick his opponent? That much would be easy, and he could remove a potential future thorn in his side in one fell swoop. Nodding, he stated flatly <strong>"Yes, Dominus."</strong> All the while planning to cut the man's throat, still one death at a time and right now? Ammon needed to choose the next to die. <br><br>Stepping forward, he paced slowly until stopping at a bald headed man of a more brutish build and size in comparison to his own. <strong>"Aelius."</strong> He said as he pointed in the man's direction, <strong>"We'll have contest."</strong> He waited for the man to make his presence known as he went to pick up a sword and held it out for the man. His face ever defiant, although he knew he'd have to be defensive to avoid the blade. Even despite his skill? The other man held the advantage. It wasn't just that he was armed, and Ammon wasn't. The man had a longer reach in comparison to Ammon which was augmented by the blade's reach. He'd have to utilize speed to win this, but once his opponent was disarmed? Ammon knew this day would be his. <br><br>He stood a good distance from Aelius, as the man had a hold of the sword, as well as a shield over his left arm. Taking in a small breath, Ammon would wait until they were given the go head before the two would collide. 
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 08:12:30</strong>
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				<strong>Manius commands Ammon to fight as Livia’s entourage arrive followed by Galo</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>With the mention of waiting for her servants, they did only have to wait moments as they did indeed arrive. While one of them addressed Livia, Manius turned, still feeling sick, and looked to Ammon. He had chosen Aelius, a fine example of a Gladiator. It would be an interesting fight. Seeing in his heart that the name hated the situation, he sucked in the dry air and commanded “You may begin when ready.” <br><br>While instruction was followed, and with only Cariad, Ryann and the male guest still on the balcony, Manius turned his attentions back to the Livia’s entourage. He was glad that they had not come when originally ordered as who knows what Matriana would have had them do. With her not knowing of there location or indeed that they were even here probably saved their lives. He smiled at them both just stumbling again. <br><br>Before he had time to off set his balance, he watched as Galo and Canis came towards him. With a now bitter taste in his mouth, he looked upon his trusted right hand and forced a smile. With a stabbing pain now evident in his stomach, he listened to the man as he informed him that he required a private audience. “Of course Galo, may I suggest my private chambers?” These was more of a statement than an question. <br><br>While he waited for Galo to agree, not that his needed his permission of course, he turned to Livia and sadly removed his arm from around her shoulders and spoke “I must attend to further matters that require my attention, please feel free to wait her with your entourage and enjoy the spectacle that is beginning below.” He tried to make a little joke to soften the mood. “I will not be long as I am sure that Valeria has simply stubbed her toe.” He kissed her hand and waited for her to consider her situation.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 10:21:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad lost in her thoughts as blood spills upon the sands.</strong></div><div class="floatright">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div><br>As the bodies in the room filtered on to the balcony, Cariad followed the slaves. The heat from the sun still harsh on her skin, but evaporating the sweat that had streamed down between her breasts. They were heaving harshly, as Cariad drew her breath deeply into her lungs.<br><br>The large man shouting, Manius, at least that's what she thought his name was. Was acting like the Alpha. This was his domain, his home and someone had wronged him. <br><br>As Cariad's perspiration continued to trail down her back, the salt caught her wounds. Closing her eyes tight, she began to will the pain away. Her skin shimmered as the small beads of sweat collected upon the flesh on her back. The heat was unbearable, but Cariad could only think of staying vertical, for she did not know the punishment for fainting when providing a service. At least, that's what she assumed she was there to do.<br><br>Turning her head slightly to see Amplus ear her side, she resisted the urge to touch him again, like they had in the baths. The heat radiating from him seemed to be merely a reflection of the heat from the sun. Cariad couldn't help but let her mind wander into unknown territory. Their bodies entwined on the cool lush grass of home, laughing and giggling. Her hair blanketing their skin as they kiss and taste each other. Savouring their beauty.<br><br>It wasn't until she opened her eyes that she saw Amplus had gone. The shock and disbelief was written on her face. She did not hide it very well. Slouching slightly as she reminisced over the moments they had shared. Knowing all too well, that they may not ever happen again.<br><br><br>Cariad straightened her poise, and looked over the golden sands beneath her, where the two Gladiators were squaring up. She desperately did not want to watch one spill the others blood, as the air around them, gave no secrets away. This was a fight to the death. <br><br>Cariad wanted out. Taking a step back, so she was still on the balcony, but she could not see the bloodshed, she turned her gaze to the rooftops and the skyline. Her heart sinking lower as her mind made stories of Amplus riding away into the heat and never returning.
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 11:10:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Livia.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Livia</span> - on the balcony with Manius</em><br><br>Livia felt torn between her desire to stay and etiquette in relieving this house of turmoil of her presence. She did not think she was of any more use to Manius, in relation to the chaos that Matriana and the murder of her husband had caused. Everything had happened so swiftly that she was still processing all the information, still replaying each moment in her minds eye. <br><br>She waited beside Manius as one of his servants went to call her own to her, glad in part that they had not been witness to the events that had occured on the sands. In her heart she knew that Lulia would not have done anything as Manius had that day. He would not have bent to the will of Matriana but put justice and integrity first. The name of his Ludus might have faltered from the gossip attached but it had such a renowned reputation that it would have been shaken for only a little time. Lulia she knew would have done everything in his power to make sure of it. <br><br>Why were the best of friends so very different in the deliverance of justice and punishment? Livia glanced at him when he spoke, her pale blue eyes considerate to the last. She noted how he had misconstrued her meaning and smiled as she formed the words to tell him as such. It had been to her own Ludus with her entourage that she had referred, staying here seemed a futile gesture and one she was sure he did not wish her to witness further. The slight dilation of her pupils and the small parting of her lips as she took in his invitation to bathe him. The only man she had ever bathed had been her husband but that was more a joint venture than an actual washing. <br><br>Feeling decidedly side tracked in her thoughts Livia was unable to speak a moment, the very idea of being alone in a bath with Manius was as overwhelming as the heat. However any response was taken from her when he staggered. Alarm writ its mark upon her face and she was closer to his side in a blink of an eye. <br><br><strong>"Manius?"</strong> concern etched her voice as he assured her that he was fine, placing an arm about her shoulders as she instinctively placed one about his waist. Her free hand reached to touch over his heart as if she would listen to hear whether it beat soundly or not.<br><strong>"Yes of course, staying is for the best"</strong> she would not declare any correction to his statement, it was clear she was needed here. Her servant and champion would soon arrive and Livia felt she would breath easier for having something so familiar at hand.
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 11:32:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Caris.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Caris</span> - leaves study with Patrocles and servant to attend the balcony </em><br><br>Caris kept her back rigid, staring at nothing in particular but wishing fervently that her Domina had given the order for them to join the others. It would be far better than staying alone in a room with Patrocles for sure. As if to put further strain upon the moment, the very man spoke and instantly she felt herself bristle as a result. Turning she looked at him, did he genuinely think he was so important in her existence that it required a simply reason to detest him so much? There were a list of reasons in fact to armour her dissatisfaction with the gladiator but she would never consider such a strong emotion as hate to fuel any of them.<br><br>Hate was born from passion and that she did not feel for this brute who sullied her Domina's bed, who pleasured her where only before her great and wonderful Dominus had. If she hated, it was how her Domina had taken this usurper into her bed. No matter that the warmth of her husband had long left it. How he took reign above her was another bone of contention with her as well, he was a gladiator and should know his place in the run of things. Whether he was the Domina's favoured or not!<br><br>She had no time to answer any of his grievances however as a servant of the Ludus entered and relaid an order from their Domina. A sigh of relief all but escaped her and she meant to thank the girl when again the fool of a gladiator thought it his place to speak for her. She frowned at him as the servant left to wait in the corridor.<br><strong>"There are no belongings here"</strong> she told him as she watched him. Patrocles turned to look at her then, his words causing another frissure of annoyance to surge through her. <br><br><strong>"I am well aware that we are summoned, I do not take constant blows to my head like you to addle my wits. Do not think I will seek you out, my answer is not forthcoming. My hatred of you does not exist, again your addled mind plays tricks on you. You are but an annoyance to me and nothing more."</strong><br><br>She waited then for him to leave first, her chin tilted up a notch as she walked slowly yet poised out of the study. They were led down the corridor to the balcony and there she saw only a handful of others. Wondering what had transpired and where every one had gone too, she heard the commotion on the sands and realised that a display was to be given. It would be good to see how other gladiators besides Patrocles performed. Tempted as she was to tell him to watch closely for pointers, she did not but simply stood off to the side of her Domina keeping silent until called upon. Her keen gaze took in how her Domina's arm was wrapped about the waist of the Dominus of this Ludus and how his was draped about her shoulder. A smile curved her mouth for a moment as she shifted her gaze to Patrocles, maybe he was not so favoured anymore.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 11:46:36</strong>
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				<br><strong> Sorcha knows....</strong><br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br><br>Sorcha backed up a little and blinked, still pointing to the pictures in the sands, to the horse, and then to the Medicus and then herself. Her head tilted slightly, and perhaps even a smile passed her lips when she pointed to the horses again. It took a little while to form the words but she managed after some consideration. It was not that this pict was not intelligent, it was more that she had been so isolated in the area she lived. There was no need to learn other languages.<br><br>….”Autolycus….Sorcha….” what was the word “Horse…” there was another pause, “Sorcha…know Horse…” It was so hot here too hot and the stench of fetid death was about her, and blood, so much blood. <em>We will look after each other yes? Soon maybe there will not be a collar.</em> Of course the pict understood why it had to go on, but she trusted that grass eyes would take it off soon…. At east there was no gag now or chains.<br><br>She swallowed hard and took the collar, then leaned forward, and placed her cheek against his beard, just as she did with horses and wolves. He was given a playful nip as Sorcha had with her mate. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 11:56:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Livia.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Livia </span>- staying on the balcony to watch the games</em><br><br>Livia turned her head after a moment to see Patrocles, she smiled kindly at him a moment before giving a simple order to watch the proceedings as an exhibition was put on by the gladiators of the Ludus. She had deferred to him and her Doctore much over the past year, the necessity of having a male ear to hear her own thoughts and to know that she was doing right by her own Ludus being tantamount. Now she barely glanced at the blond godlike man as she turned back to give her attention to Manius. He stumbled a second time and instantly her arm tightened about him.<br><br><strong>"Perhaps you should see the medicus"</strong> she urged him but no sooner had she done so when the male servant who had brought them inside, returned to request Manius' presence. Loathe to release him she did so at any rate, smiling benignly as if relaying that nothing was wrong and yet everything about that day seemed to be. From the moment they had neared the Ludus the shouts of the gladiators had given her reason to think that mutiny had been a foot but she had given the matter no further thought for the heat had distracted her no end and her believe in Manius being a sound and noble man dissuaded the argument in her own mind. <br><br><strong>"I will continue to watch the games and await your return. With hope that your wife will join us on your return"</strong> it was the furthest thing from her mind and heart but she would not disclose further what settled there.<br><br>She sat upon a chaise as if reassuring him of her decision, smiling warmly as she glanced at the sands and gladiators below and yet she wondered on the matter of mutinous gladiators once more. For all that she had seen that day, Livia was sure they had probable cause no matter that they were but slaves and easily dispatched. Her considerate and compassionate heart could not deal so harshly with her own slaves, she knew this as a fact just as she knew her infatuation for Manius blinded her to his faults. 
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 12:49:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Autolycus</strong><br><em>Leading Sorcha out the Main Gate</em></div><br>Yes, she knew horses - it took her saying it for him to remember. He'd seen her with the horses before, when she'd just arrived. Speaking to them, whinnying like she was one of them and it had worked, they had been calm around her. Trusting. Her skills might be very useful for Autolycus himself was no good with horses. Oh he knew how to sit one, how to ride, but the grooming and handling were things he tended to leave to the stable-lads. <br><br>He watched as Sorcha took the collar, surprised she obeyed so easily and more surprised when she leaned against him, brushed her face against his rough beard, nipped his jaw but gently, carefully. So close. Warm and soft and pleasant-smelling now that he'd washed her. Did she know what that did to him? Was this - he couldn't help wondering - a calculated move on her part, knowing how he felt about her, using that so that he might help her escape? <br><br>Well, would never know if he left her here. <br><br>"Come," he grabbed her leash, then knelt to grab the handle of his chest. The corners of the chest that rested on the floor left furrows in the earth as he dragged it out the door. A clear trail. No matter, they'd know he'd gone soon enough.<br><br>"Gnaeus," he greeted the guard as he reached the main gate. "Open up, please."<br><br>Polite as ever. And not offering any kind of explanation as to why he was leading a slave, dragging that great big chest. Or where he was going, for that matter. He was a free man, he shouldn't have to explain himself, though he'd taken care to formulate an excuse in his head... Just in case the man did ask. 
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 12:57:52</strong>
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				<strong>Manius leaves the balcony, once again, escorted Cariad to Matriana’s chambers while he sees to his wife</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div>Taking a deep breath, he smiled at Livia, hoping that this new development would not take too long as he wished to be by Livia’s side and not dealing with his wife little problem, whatever that might be. When she finished addressing him, he looked down on the sands and commented “Enjoy the death that Matriana has brought to this house.” He then turned to Galo and instructed “Come Galo, show me what my wife has done now.” <br><br>As he left the balcony, he observed the discomfort in the slave that was called Cariad. She seemed lost and alone. So he thought he would give her something to do. “Come, slave. I request that you run an errand for me. Go to Matriana and see that she has all the help she needs and stay with her until she is on her way out of my house.” He smiled at her and suggested “Perhaps Amplus will need some help too.” He had observed their closeness and thought it would be nice for them to say goodbye. <br><br>After he had finished his instruction he turned back to Livia and commented “The sooner Matriana is gone the better as far as I am concerned, I am sure you will agree.” Not waiting for an answer as he assumed she felt the same about her, he walked with Galo, Canis and Cariad and once they arrived at Matriana’s chamber door, he gestured to Cariad so that she would know where to go. Judging by the noises coming from the room, it was quite obvious where she was however, so no such gesture was really needed. <br><br>Upon entering the chambers and dismissing the guard, it took a few moments for him to take in the situation. Like Canis before him, he thought that she was sleeping, but after trying to rouse her, he would need no explanation from Galo. All he could think about was that he was free of her and could pursue Livia if she wished it. Was he thinking straight, he hadn’t been for the last few hours. He had done questionable things and so out of character. Where had his honour gone? A woman who he loved was dead on their bed and he felt nothing for her. What madness was this? There had to be an investigation and it would have to be soon. <br><br>He could not wait for such a thing, so he began to search the room for some clue as to how this could have happen under his roof. He observed upon investigation that the cup that his wife had drunk from was empty and his was still like he left it with just a few sips taken out of it. Was that why he felt ill? Was it that simple? Who had done this? They would pay. <br><br>As his mind raced with accusations and ideas, a maid came to the door and requested that Manius seek an audience with Matriana. “The Gods!” Manius bellowed “Will she give me no peace.” He then called upon the maid who was now shaking from his outburst. “See to it that my wife is cleaned and prepared for burial. There will be no investigation her today, apparently.” He then turned to Galo and Canis. “Come, it would seem that Matriana wishes to twist the knife a little more.” <br><br>As he walked to her chambers after asking the guard to reposition himself outside his dead wife’s door, his anger began to build. He would give her a piece of his mind. To hell with the Ludus, his wife was dead and he was pissed.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><strong>The gate is opened for the Medicus and Sorcha</strong><br><br>Meanwhile at the gate, Gnaeus accepts the Medicus’ need to exit with his assistant (Sorcha). So unaware that he will not going to see him again, he opens the gate and wishes him a pleasant day as he watches them enter the stables before shutting the gate and going about his business.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 16:05:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad meeting the beast and her beauty</strong></div><div class="floatright">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div><br>The tall man, Manius, seemed to be talking to her. Cariad turned to Galo in the desperate attempt of a translation. Not getting a reaction, maybe he had missed her plea. Cariad followed Manius down the hall and to a room.<br><br><br>Cariad's eyes fell upon Amplus. He was in a very close proximity to a very large woman. Cariad's eyes fell. she was not meant to see this. The smile left her face as she moved into the corner of the room. Her head dipped to her chest, her breasts moving as the silent sob moved through her.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 07:58:49</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus thanks the gods for allowing him to see Cariad one last time</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div> Amplus watched as one of the maids was instructed to summon Manius. He felt sorry for the man as he knew the power and influence that Matriana had. She had destroyed livelihoods before, she was practiced at it. He had hoped she would not do it here. The trouble with his mistress was that she did not make idol threats. If she said she would do something she would do it. Anyone who foolishly thought otherwise was usually lost to the sands. After all she had the connections and a father who would give her anything she wanted. A powerful senator he was with eyes on the ‘prize’. It seemed to Amplus that the reason for her coming here was simple. She saw Manius and his Ludus as a threat and did not want him to advance to Rome unless she held the reins. It was that simple. Of course he had no proof, but this was a possible explaination for the mess she had made. No servant had killed his Master, it was her and she was getting away with it.<br><br>While he helped the murdering pig pack, he watched her bark her orders and plot. Within moments, to his delight, Cariad was in the room. It seemed that she had been brought along with Manius. What was the reason for this? Was she for Matriana? If she harmed a hair on Cariad’s head he would kill her or indeed take his life if killing his mistress became impossible. He steadied himself before moving over to where Cariad had positioned herself. <br><br>As he got closer he noticed that she seemed to be crying. Seeing her distress he ripped a small piece of cloth from the tunic he was wearing earlier. He had been ordered to take that off, much to his delight, once he was in his mistress’ chambers and put a loincloth on instead. Easy access Matriana called it. Unnoticed by his owner, he lifted the cloth to Cariad face and wiped the tears from his eyes. In her native tongue he tried his best to comfort her. “No need to cry, the fates have brought us together once again. I did not think we would see each other again.” He smiled at her as his eyes glanced from her face to her breasts and then back to her eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 11:45:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad is comforted</strong></div><div class="floatright">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div><br>The cloth tearing beside her caused her to turn her head. Cariad smiled through the tears as Amplus delicately wiped her tears from her cheeks.<br><br>"I am happy that they saw fit to bring us together, but I fear it will not be long before we are stripped from each other." Cariad looked down to the loincloth and giggled. "Literally." <br><br>In a moment of complete disregard Cariad turned and threw her arms around Amplus' neck, hugging him tight to her. Her breasts mashed against his muscular chest.<br><br>Looking over his shoulder, her hair loose down her back, her welts still trying to heal, Cariad saw it.<br><br>"Is that your mistress?" Shock etched on her face as she looked him deeply in the eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 14:01:27</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus continues to comfort Cariad</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div> She spoke to him and he smiled. When he hugged him tightly he moved her away from the others into one of the darkened alcoves. Her giggle and glance at his groin did not go unnoticed but what did go unnoticed was the move from where they stood before, exposed, to where they were now, hidden,. Slaves came and went and they were no exception.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Before kissing her, still tight to his body, he responded to her enquiry as to who the large woman was. “Yes that is she.” As he leaned her up against the back wall of the alcove which made the wall slide to the left to revealed another room as they fell through it. The wall then closed quickly and they were all alone. This must be the second guest bedroom, Amplus thought. He looked to Cariad who had handed softly on a rug with him and smile with lust in his eyes. With no sound of anyone coming to see what happened, he moved in to kiss her again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 14:57:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Comfort goes to a whole new level! Cariad and Amplus in the Second Guest Room</strong></div><div class="floatright">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div><br>Amplus was effortless in his movement, pulling Cariad away from prying eyes, not that she minded. The flush on her cheeks rising as she glanced to his barely covered groin. Her eyes watching his, then his lips, holding Cariad firmly within his arms. The the wall shifted. <br><br>"Impossible!" The words of shock lingering quietly as they fell together onto a plush rug in another room, a giggle escaped her lips again. Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth as Amplus got closer to her. When his lips connected with hers, her breathing was already fast and irregular. Cariad wrapped her slightly browned arms around Amplus and kissed him deeper. Daring to slide her tongue between his lips. To taste his kiss. It was sweet, like the mead back home. <br><br>Cariad's head rushed, her thoughts swimming around, she slowly brought her hands to Amplus' chest.<br><br>"But what if we get caught? I am still...." Cariad dipped her head to her chest and blushed furiously. "Please, I do not want to be whipped again."
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 15:07:54</strong>
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				<strong>Sorcha Horse Thief...</strong><br><br>Sorcha went to the stables, her smile was apparent as the scent of the horses and the other animals caught in her nostrils. She was somewhat more attractive with that smile; she appeared so much less aggressive yet her feral appeared still remained. She was wild yes but not a beast, it was just she understood them so much better. <br><br>Now without her gag the pict made small whinnying noises to the horses choosing the right ones for both herself and Autolycus. They would need strong and steady for a long journey, and nothing to flighty. He would need a horse and thus she found a grey for him dappled with a fine mane, a mare too as they were easier to control. For herself it was a pony, bay with a thick main and tail. Far less grand but good for the purposes she needed.&nbsp; <br><br>She even took two dogs with her and a mule. The dogs would offer protection and Sorcha understood they needed a beast of burden too, thus one of the mules was taken. <br><br>The woman did not even need ropes for the horses the seemed to know her way with them, as her nostrils flared, and she made soft noises yet would not look at them. Sorcha was the herd leader, one of the dogs followed too…good protection the pict thought. They were ready now…They would find a way to find the snow again or at least away from the corruption.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 00:11:25</strong>
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				<strong>Sorcha and Autolycus, getting out of here</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>The minute they entered the stables Sorcha was in her element, moving confidently, taking charge. Autolycus watched her select a horse, a pony, a mule and somewhere in the process he released the leash he held her by, allowing her to roam freely between the animals. He didn't object. In fact he approved of her choices, sturdy, healthy-looking animals as far as he could tell with his not-exactly-expert-eyes. And then she selected a dog, and another dog. He raised an eyebrow at that. Did they really need dogs? <br><br>His thoughts were interrupted by a lanky blonde stable-lad, who came in and openly stared at Sorcha with her strange colouring, her exotic tattoos, her bruises, her near-nakedness. <br><br>"Boy!!" Autolycus called, startling him. "Go fetch some tack for these animals. Reigns and saddle for the horse, saddle and lead for the pony," because since Sorcha was a slave she wouldn't be leading her own horse. He'd be doing that, at least until they were out of sight. "For the mule, padding and that wooden contraption, you know the one - for the chest. Quickly now," he encouraged. Because any moment now, someone, maybe the guard captain, maybe Manius himself, was going to come in and ask what in the name of Hades was he doing. Well... he feared they would anyway.<br><br>The stable-lad seemed to take forever, fetching things, fiddling with straps while Autolycus forced himself to stay calm, or at least look calm. Then, finally, it was done. Sorcha got on her pony. Autolycus mounted his horse, holding the lead for both Sorcha's pony and the mule that now carried his chest of possessions.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Without so much as a thank you for the stable boy, the medicus urged his horse out of the stable, into the outer courtyard, pleased to find that space as empty as before, with no-one there to stop their escape. He continued across that sandy space, onto the slope that led to freedom. <br><br>Suddenly, he could bear it no more. With a loud "Yah!" he spurred his horse into the canter.<br><br>Where he was going, he didn't know. Just that he wanted to put as much space between himself and this place as quickly as he could. Perhaps he could start over somewhere else. And maybe, just maybe, Sorcha would be with him.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 16:18:53</strong>
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				<strong>Matriana’s plan and the end of Manius and his Ludus</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div> Matriana had formulated her plan by now, after all the man would have nothing left when she had finished and thus would have no choice but to abide by her wishes. Whether his wife came with him or not was of little consequence. So the large woman waited; if he was going to play with the Romans this man would have to truly learn to ‘play’ the game.<br><br>Manius left a maid to prepare the body for burial while he, Canis and Galo went to see what Matriana could possibly want with him. He had a fight to witness and no more time for her games. Galo went in first followed by Manius and Canis waited by the door, once he had entered the room. The cough had become worse as he tried to show that he was angry and upset. “What!” Manius boomed, “My wife is dead and you summon me now? Do you have no heart?” <br><br>Matriana responded harshly “Do not dare to shout at me little man…” as she stared at him showing no fear. “My husband is dead, yet I am expected to continue, I suggest you do the same. Please sit we have much to arrange, I do not like to make business deals lightly and as I am leaving very soon I have an offer for you, and one that might mean profitable for you.”<br><br>Still fuming when she spoke, Manius soon calmed himself once she has stopped. “Of course you are right, it is not your fault as I feel responsible for all that has happened here and would do anything to see that the Ludus does not die. He then became intrigued by the offer of financial gain so he sat as instructed. She was right, she had lost today too. So he listened to what she had to say. <br><br>“You …” she gestured to more wine, this time it was wholesome, “Though rather barbaric, have shown me that you are prepared to follow orders, I like that in a man, it is important. Thus I am considering offering you a Ludus closer to Rome, and you may choose your staff. My children will be more involved than I.”<br><br>Manius had no clue as to what she was suggesting. He thought that she would be in her carriage by now or at least well on her way. Things were being packed as people came and went from the room. Why was she leaving so soon? Was the death of his wife connected? He smiled at her as he mind started to quieten. The more he listened to her the more he began to realise life for him her was over. She wanted him to leave. Impossible request. She must be made, this was his life. “I have to protest, do anything to me and this place, but I have to decline your offer.” He then stood and with his lungs filled to the max, he belted the words from his mouth “This is madness!”<br><br>Matriana responded to his outburst. “Madness indeed….your Ludus will die…do not dismiss my offer for I offer you something far better. If you think you can keep your mind.” She paused and drank a little more wine, “Would you like to be closer to Rome? I think you might. I will not mince words with you this is no game, leave with me and the slaves you wish and have a life or rot here."<br><br>She had a point, unfortunately. Manius hoped to rise to greatness here and for Rome to take notice, but what she offered would skip that stage so with his anger at the recent events subsiding a little, with every moment, he took pause and considered her offer. <br><br>Then he spoke, his mind all but made up, except for a few details. “I can not just up and leave, there is the new stock to consider and who shall I take with me? I see that you are giving me the hard choice about who should stay and who should go?” he paused for a moment “Thank you very much” he remarked sarcastically. <br><br>His thoughts then turned to the delightful Livia. This was taking him away from her side and then he had a thought. “I will have to speak with my good friend Livia about this. Perhaps she will take charge in my leave?” <br><br>In response, Matriana spoke again. “You make your choice, but I will be arranging to leave within the hour, I have a Ludus for you to have however you must choose your staff. I think you have much to learn but will in time do well in Rome.” She ate a little more food “With my help you may find your place.”<br><br>Of course she was leaving, but taking Manius and his staff with her. Outrageous. Right now he needed the support of a good woman. One of them was dead and the other unavailable. So he thought long and hard. The choice of course was already made for him. A successful life in Rome or ruin here? It was not a hard question to answer. So he sat down once again and responded. “It seems that you have beaten me as you clearly have the upper hand. You make it sound like I have a choice but the more I think on this the more I realise I do not. It seems that I have become your puppet in the game of sorts. In fact the more I reflect on this I am convinced of it. But as you have the power I will concede to the better man, so to speak. Well the more powerful on anyway.” <br><br>He then turned to Canis. “See to it that Nadia is brought to my side as I am sure that she will want to know that her services are no longer required at this Ludus, since her employer is now dead.” Canis responded quickly and was out of the door, like a shot.<br><br>This was so wonderful, Matriana thought, though none of her glee and joy was apparent on her cold face, “ahhhh yes the house slave, the head house slave she will make a useful member of our entourage on the journey. Now that she is no longer employed it would be a waste to have her back in the fields do you not think. Yes I shall take her too. I prefer an older slave; after all they are more sensible.” <br><br>Her solution to his problem seemed valid as Manius nodded upon the arrival of Nadia. It seemed that she was only in the second guest bedroom. She moved to Galo’s side and remained quite as Manius spoke. “Take her if you will. I must make you aware however that she has children and I am sure she would need them to go with her.” His stomach was beginning to feel better and as it did the realisation of what had happened to his wife began to wash over him as he practically gave his livelihood and trust to this confident and large woman. <br><br>Nadia stood next to Galo as she heard her fate. Nodded her head deferentially and then moved to Matriana. She felt a tug towards her long time friend think this might be the end of their relationship, but she had no choice her only thought was she hoped that the Dominus would take him. Her face was impassive. Matriana said there would be no problem if her children came, they could work on her estate. She was not so cruel and had children of her own. Slaves were nothing to her just tools to do as she wished.<br><br>With the loss of his wife and the need for Livia’s counsel washing over him, he stood and gestured to Galo. “Please make ready some previsions as we will be leaving soon after my wife and Bastian have been prepared for the journey to Rome, where they will be buried in full Rome fashion, if Matriana will agree. See to it that you manage the bodies with the help of the appropriate slaves and keep all this quiet as I do not wish to disturb the fighting on the sands which has to be concluded as I am sure Matriana will agree.” <br><br>Matriana of course agreed to the matter at hand, this man perhaps might do well elsewhere especially if she held the strings. Nadia looked to Galo and he got a passing smile. She knew there was much to prepare. Meanwhile the large woman ate figs and looked to Manius. “Before you leave I suggest you sell or give the rest of those dogs to that would be noble, unless of course there are any you might wish to keep.” Manius nodded to Matriana as she continued to supervise the packing and then began to concern it was time to take his leave and make his way back to the balcony to seek out Livia. As he walked to the door he watched Galo begin the preparations that he had instructed him to do. <br><br>Before heading out, Matriana yelled to him. She had changed her mind. She did that a lot. “Manius, send a slave to notify Livia of your departure and see to it that she returns to your side once Livia has been informed.” At those words Manius shrank inside. Not only had he lost his wife, but he would also be unable to say his farewell to Livia. So a slave was sent and before long she was walking down the corridor towards the balcony as Manius thought on who he would take. Maximus and Atticus being his most loyal of gladiators would come. The slave of course had been instructed to allow Livia to choose any in the Ludus. Turning the corner the slave walked fast to Livia’s side and began her message “I have grave news, Domina. Dominus has asked me to inform you that he has to leave for some time and would like it very much if you would take charge of the stock that remain either here or at your ludus. If you accept there will be no cost to you as he considers you a friend and would accept no coin. If you do not wish to accept his offer please feel free to sell the Ludus and the property within.” After inform her of the departure of Manius she then scuttled back to the guest room to inform Manius that his message had been given. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 19:38:22</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon in the Sands</strong><br><br>Normally Ammon would feel as if he needed to put on something of a show, however with the current rage he felt? He could care less about the Romans, less about anyone and desired to let it out on someone. When Aelius came at him with the sword, Ammon twisted to the side to avoid the thrust. He was fast, he'd give him that. Continuing to dodge, Ammon would roll and sidestep to avoid the thrusts until he was given an opening. When the man went for a forward thrust, the Egyptian lifted his arm and clasped it around the side of the sword catching it and twisting away from Aelius before landing a harsh elbow to the side of his face. Tossing the sword away in the process, he walked up to him with a purpose and dodged Aelius by ducking before landing a punch to his midsection. This was how he wanted the fight, to where he could rely on his superior speed and technique. The fight itself was fairly one sided, as Aelius hit Ammon with a few punches and even got him into a headlock at one point. Ammon was so hopped up adrealine and rage however, that he escaped the headlock attempt by biting a chunk out of the man's arm and it wasn't long until the fight was down on the ground with Ammon mounting Aelius and pummeling his face into pulp. He didn't let up for a minute, and didn't care about what the crowd wanted. The man through no fault of his own, was going to die. Rising to his feet, Ammon looks in the direction of the crowd before raising his foot and bringing it down on Aelius' throat crushing it. Afterwords he spit on him and stalked away.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 21:57:21</strong>
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				<strong>Amplus is dragged from Cariad but at least he got to say goodbye</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://boyculture.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c2ca253ef010536e54c6a970b-400wi)</div> Much as he wanted her, he knew she was right. So he kissed her deeply before moving to her side and sitting on the rug. From the door he could hear boxes being taken downstairs. So he smiled at her wantonly and spoke to her finally. “Before they burst in and take me from you and punish us both for my desires got the better of me, I had better go.” So he took her hand and kissed it before excusing himself from the room. As he walked to the door he said one final statement. “If we had only met under different circumstances then things would be very different.” A sad smile was then seen on his face as a tear formed in his eye. “I have to go.” With that he was gone and this time for good.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>Manius moved to his carriage and waits for Galo, Canis with the decreased</strong> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/article-1057070-050F37D70000044D-98_468x465.jpg)</div> The slave did indeed return as Manius was packing some of his most precious items into a box and having them carried down to the carriage. After several moments Manius was all alone, except for the female slave who had only moments before returned from the balcony. Galo and Canis had not yet returned with the bodies but he knew he was under instruction so he was sure he would not fail him. <br><br>He imagined they would be by the carriage in no time as he picked up his last box and walk with the slave out of the room and down the stairs through the inner courtyard and herb garden. He stopped for a moment to take a deep breathe before walking through the main gates and on to the outer courtyard. <br><br>Matriana was already on board the carriage she came in on with Nadia, who had recently changed employer, and it could be clearly seen that Amplus was with her. To his right he could see Maximus and Atticus being let through the gates leading from the sands to the outer court yard. He smiled at the men as they were being lead onto the third carriage. He considered that when Galo arrives he would instruct the man to put the bodies on the third carriage and then decide which carriage he would like to travel in. So he walked to his carriage with the slave that informed Livia of his departure and asked her to strip and tend to his frustration.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Shorty after the young women had tended to his needs, he looked out of the carriage and could see the bodies being carefully placed on the third carriage. Galo and Canis had indeed made it. He smiled to himself and gestured to his right hand to join Matriana in the forward carriage. Once all we onboard he could see that Matriana or someone in the front carriage had instructed the convoy to proceed. Canis had been instructed to stay with the bodies along with Maximus and Atticus. <br><br>Manius had hoped that Livia would have rushed to bid him farewell but he understood if she would rather not. So with her no were in sight, his carriage, along with the other two, were soon on there way to Rome. What adventures they would experience along the way, well that would be another story.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 17:22:04</strong>
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				Moving behind the chaise that Domina had settled into Patrocles simply stood behind her, watching as Manius walked off.&nbsp; Clearly the master of the house was not well, but as he heard his wishes for them to stay he noted that Domina had conceded to what he knew must be against her wishes.&nbsp; He did not understand why she hung on this man’s words as if they were her coming from the lips of her husband, his former master.&nbsp; Yet he knew his duty was to stand silently by and do as he was bid.<br><br>Turning his attention to each of the other men and women on the balcony he noticed many of them turning and leaving, yet Domina remained and so did he and Caris.&nbsp; He desperately wanted to speak back at the little bitch and tell her that he did not long for her friendship any more than she seemed willing to give it, simply to air their differences and to have out what would prevent them from working together towards the common goal of serving Livia to the best of their ability.&nbsp; <em>Hit in the head too many times?&nbsp; Fuck that… if that were true he would not be the unscarred champion that he was would he.&nbsp; She should try to live one day in his sandals.&nbsp; Come down on the sands with me for a little while you mangy bitch and I’ll show you a thing or two to give you reason to dislike me thus.</em> <br><br>Domina had not spoken to him when he was summoned, so he assumed that she simply wanted him close at hand, and did not need him for anything at the moment, so he allowed his posture to relax a little.&nbsp; He gazed out from the balcony onto the sands below, and watched as the matches were prepared to start.&nbsp; The first match started and a small but quick man darted ahead, leading with his sword at an unarmed man.&nbsp; The unarmed man, that resembled more of a small hillside than a man was darker skinned, but not so dark as to be from Arifcanus.&nbsp; The man side stepped deftly and avoided the smaller man’s thrusts.&nbsp; Time after time, thrust after thrust the big man turned away, rolling, sidestepping; giving ground, but warily looking for opportunity to strike back.&nbsp; The unarmed man, while large and muscled possessed a certain quickness about him that Patrocles had seen rivaled by few.&nbsp; He would be a dangerous adversary to any man, trained or not.&nbsp; He secretly wished that their home ludus had more gladiators like him.&nbsp; Then it happened, the bladed man thrust and over extended, becoming off balance, perhaps tiring too quickly, and the darker skinned man struck.&nbsp; The blade flew from his grasp, landing in the san d some distance away, but instead of scrambling for it the large man proceeded to pummel the man into a bloody pulp.&nbsp; His huge fists rained down tirelessly and without mercy.&nbsp; He shrugged off any attempt that the bloodied man made to defend himself of strike back.&nbsp; Then, as the man stomped onto his opponent’s throat it was over.&nbsp; As with all gladiators his eyes looked up towards the crowd and what ever approval could be garnered from the adoring fans.&nbsp; Patrocles saw few people who would be able to satisfy that desire.&nbsp; Recognizing the well fought battle, and hoping that no one would take notice of his sign of respect, Patrocles nodded toward the man on the sands below.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 17:42:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Livia.jpg)</div><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Livia</span> - watching the games and taking the news ... on the chin<br></em><br>Livia watched silently as the game began, she allowed her thoughts to move back and forth between the men fighting on the sands and Manius. What would Lulia think of her actions? Had she let herself down by behaving as if she were a young woman with a free heart? He was married and there would never be any thing more between them than the mild flirtations they had shared. Her eyes widened as the gladiator disarmed the sworded opponent and laid a blow to the side of his head. As she had always done with Lulia she reached now for the nearest hand and found herself squeezing the digits of her champion. She allowed a smile to grace her features. How did he compare with Manius, with her beloved husband for that matter? Her heart felt heavy, it had all been so much easier when all she had known was her love and now with him gone she should have been content with Patrocles filling her bed but her heart ached for more. Her gaze tore from the sands and she looked at the hand she held, calloused and tough battle and work worn hands, they were in her view the hands of a man. Strong and protective, she lifted the back of his hand to her lips and kissed it softly before releasing it and standing from her chaise went to lean on the balcony to view the arena and the fight closer. <br><br>She was Livia Sabina Metalla, owner of Ludus Metalla and proud of it. The man behind her and her Doctore had aided her for the past year when the Ludus could easily have failed. Would she now throw it all away on a whim? Did she truly wish to belong to any man completely again? One bed partner was more than enough for now and she knew that if things went further between herself and Manius she would never be able to look Valeria in the face again. No she would behave as she had always done towards him, with propriety and nothing more. Whatever business needed sorting, then it would be concluded today.<br><br>The gladiator began to pummel the face of the other and she winced slightly, knowing that this performance was a waste, an absolute waste and how Manius could allow Matriana to dictate what occured on his sands was beyond her. Lulia would not have stood for it but would have put her in her place as a woman and lesser than he. Only his beloved wife would have been deferred to and only then she knew it would have been so he could hear her voice and allow it to calm him before he made up his own mind. Uncannily enough his own mind often times had mirrored his own. She watched the man stand and look up to the balcony, Livia did not condone his final action. He had crushed the man's throat and killed him without awaiting his superiors indication. It was not this gladiators decision whether a life be taken or not and Livia was aware once more what massive differences there were between this Ludus and her own. It seemed anarchy was rife here.<br><br>She turned her head as a slave made her presence known, she moved closer and kept her words hushed for Livia's ears only. Valeria was dead, Manius had been given an ultimatium by Matriana and he was following her to Rome. The suddenness of it all made her look incredulously at the slave.<br><strong>"Is this a jest of some sort?" </strong>she asked as another pair of gladiators set up to fight. The slave reassured her that it was not and that Manius was at that moment preparing to leave from the courtyard. Repeating word for word what Manius had asked of her to tell Livia, the slave then bowed and left. Silence seemed to blur her hearing, as she stood there motionless. Valeria dead? How many had died at this house, this day? And now Manius was fleeing though he would have her believe that an ultimatum was given by the robust widow. This Ludus was a madhouse and nothing more. Anger gripped her and she slammed her hands down on the railing.<br><br>He had not been half the man she had surmised him to be, allowing a woman to dictate his actions. No wonder his ludus was the state it was in. Yes she would take it over all right. She would see it join with her own and rise in glory as it should have been and one day she would see Manius again, at the arena in Rome when her champion was decimating his own. Hell would freeze over before she would run like a young pup to chase at his heels and beg him to stay or cry for his departure. The entire events of this day were like a bad play rehearsed horribly, awaiting the proper actors to take the place of their under-studies. She glanced to Patrocles and felt pride surge through her before she turned to look at Caris with the same feeling. Let the understudies leave then, the true play would begin and what was on the sands she would let play out, let the rotten apples get tossed out she had no need of them. Food and wine cost coin and as this place and all in it would be hers now, she had no intention of wasting any. Contracts would need to be signed of course but she had the funds to buy him out. Taking an apple from a tray she bit into it before settling back on the chaise to watch the rest of the games, taking Patrocles hand once again and placing it upon her shoulder as she let her fingers caress it lightly.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 18:35:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Caris.jpg)</div><br><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Caris</span> - on the balcony </em><br><br>The view of the sands was perfect from where she stood, her gaze moved over the various men below that were preparing to fight. Only once did her gaze shift to her mistress and Patrocles before returning it to the grounds. The unarmed gladiator looked almost possessed in his determination to succeed as he deflected one swipe of the gladius after another and it was as he did so that Caris's attention moved along the other gladiators in place awaiting their own turn on the sand. Below was a gladiator that seemed to shimmer, as if his body had flecks of gold imbued into his flesh. His hair seemed tinged with red but she could not be sure with the late sun dancing on it. He was magnificent and for some time she forgot all about the game and watched him intently instead. It was only the victory that tore her gaze and the arrival of a slave. She shifted her position unable to help listening to what was being said. <br><br>The Domina of the Ludus was dead? Caris blinked astonished but said nothing, what was she to say besides it not being her place either. Her gaze moved to Patrocles before looking to her own Domina to see how she took the rest of the news and it was obvious she was astounded. The suddenness of this turn around was shocking but these nobles led their lives as if they were gods at play and Caris chose to simply do as her mistress bid as she always did and nothing more. The look that Domina Metalla bestowed on both her champion and her personal slave did not go unnoticed and Caris hoped she had at least given with a simple look an indication of her loyalty always to her. She watched fascinated as the Domina sat again to watch the games, this time taking her gladiators hand as she did so. Caris looked up at the annoyance that was Patrocles and contained the urge to roll her eyes but turned instead to the sands. What were they to do now? Simply stay and watch the games unfold? The Dominus of the Ludus was leaving, how would Livia explain to the gladiators below that they had been abandoned and that she was now their Domina. The woman had her work cut out for her, that much was certain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 23:32:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em><strong>~Ryann, making a decision:from balcony to sands~</strong></em></div><br><br>The fighting had begun, and the Dominus had left for some unknown reason, but Ryann didn't care.&nbsp; She had no clue what was transpiring within the Ludus, no clue that almost the entirety of the house was now leaving out the gates, and headed away for good. The new woman had remained upon the balcony, her large male glowering around at everyone, and the young girl remaining silent and bidding to the Lady's needs. Weren't they just the perfect slaves. The fighting between Ammon and his choice had begun below, and for several minutes she allowed her heated emerald gaze to watch with delight. The Egyptian was fierce, oh how his anger washed forth from him in waves as the blood flew in gleaming crimson droplets onto the hot sand. The Gladiator pummeled the other into submission, and a thrill ran through her body as she witnessed. Full breasts rose and fell quicker as Ammon stood and crushed his opponents throat, nipples tightening as her eyes slid over the entirety of the mans body; his dark hair, his mocha skin flecked with the sanguine of his enemy, the shifting of his strong muscles as he finally stalked away, the victor.<br><br>Utterly delicious.<br><br>And as she watched Ammon's carnage, Livia wasn't even payed any attention too, even as the woman obviously became angry at something a slave had whispered in her ear. For Ryann had come to a decision as she watched Ammon, as her blood began to boil again. Aulus was to be reckoned with, and damn the consequences. He had killed her countrymen, her Brothers, and she would make him pay. She was moving back from the railing slightly, enough to come up behind the Legionaire, a few feet behind his position. Again her orbs bored hate into the back of his skull, her muscles would tighten, her hands curling to tight fists as she worked into a stance, readying herself. Everyone's scrutiny was down upon the sands and the indeed pointless matches that were taking place below, even Aulus. It was all she needed.<br><br>With a rush of speed and strength none would fathom her her lithe form, Ryann would launch herself at Aulus, strong arms wrapping tight around his chest, using her power and momentum to take them both over the railing to fall towards the training ground below. The impact would be intense, as it wasn't a short drop, but both would survive. <br><br>The wind would easily be knocked from the pair, giving each a few moments to regain their senses...
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 01:32:04</strong>
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				With the combatants now chosen Aulus would finally be given the pleasure of seeing his for gladiatorial match.&nbsp; The only regret carrying with him that he and his father could not be with him this day, but gods willing he would still enjoy this evening.&nbsp; The match however did seem a little one sided from Aulus’ perspective.&nbsp; First of all, one with was completely unarmed while the other carried both sword, but surprisingly Aulus had more confidence in the Egyptian (Ammon).&nbsp; Even when robbed of the only weapon in this match he showed neither focus nor concern to that fact.&nbsp; His confidence seemed to interpret that perhaps he knew exactly what to do in order to win this fight.&nbsp; It gave a sense of satisfaction knowing that this was going to be an interesting fight just be the look on the fighters themselves. During this time of preparation though that didn’t stop Aulus from taking another look at the woman whom had chosen the contenders.&nbsp; He remembered having given a slave some water only to be interrupted by another slave and given the cold glare of this one.&nbsp; This stare though was not intimidating for him, for they were one of many when he was in a war, a glare of a warrior.&nbsp; It did leave him however with questions in his mind related to her origin.<br><br>Such thoughts and question however only remained for a brief moment, for the match was about to commence.&nbsp; Aulus returned his focus to the two warriors as they were about to unleash the results of their training upon one another.&nbsp; Stances, technique all were different from Aulus’ style which gave him more reason to focus on the match.&nbsp; The need to watch though was encouraged not by his Roman’s perverseness to watch blood being spilled but by the cursing influence of Mars upon the young man.<br><br>And so the match would begin.<br><br>Aulus had his eyes focused first on the man(Aelius) wielding the one weapon.&nbsp; Chances were he would be the first to attack since he carried the only means to kill or severely wound in one swing.&nbsp; The slave however decided not to swing and not once but twice.&nbsp; Even Aulus could note that using the same attack twice is dangerous making the attacker predictable.&nbsp; A folly that the Egyptian (Ammon) was smart to realize.&nbsp; His movement and technique were perfectly executed to not only disarm the armed gladiator but even put him to the floor.&nbsp; Each punch flung at each other boiled his blood, his free hand resting on the balcony curled against the railing, fingernails clawing at marble.&nbsp; Perhaps though the most eye catching moment before the end was when Ammon had bite into his enemies arm tearing at his flesh.&nbsp; A technique he could never imagine doing but it does have its effectiveness.&nbsp; Seeing all the blood wet the sands aroused a sense of him created during his time in the East.<br><br>Even deep within his soul resided the cruel effects of war.&nbsp; It was his thirst for blood, much like any other Roman.&nbsp; To the citizens the thrill to watch it being spilled in games is satisfying enough, however for soldiers they kill and some chosen by Mars himself will be cursed to relish it with no means of redemption.&nbsp; Aulus had done well to try to control his skills and thus his sense of spilling blood but by simply watching these games they were like needles that toyed at him in attempt to drug his mind into the soldier he once was.&nbsp; The only means to combat this lust available to him were but his water and the distraction of the other guests, including the one female gladiator.&nbsp; Each time he broke away from the sight of the game it would allow him to breathe easier and calm his soul……<em>Mars’ ass I had a feeling this would happen….</em><br><br>The fight however was coming to a close.&nbsp; With but a simple foot to Aelius’ throat Ammon emerged as the victorious of this match.&nbsp; It was a good bet he had put on him seeing that he was a very capable warrior.&nbsp; Mars would love to get his hands on a warrior such as him, if he was Roman, unfortunately Egyptians had their own gods.&nbsp; Watching the end however didn’t phase Aulus in the slightest, having been in so many battles he had seen similar if not worse ways to die.&nbsp; Taking one sip from his goblet of water, a craving for another cup came to his mind to help him battle this scorching heat.&nbsp; Surprisingly when he turned his head to meet where the female gladiator had stood she was no longer there.&nbsp; Had she departed? It was no matter in the end, until a mere second later.<br><br>As his head followed shortly be his body began to turn for but a brief moment he saw a body charging towards him.&nbsp; Nothing could be done to avoid the body, considering the distance between him and the attacker and the lack of notice from others.&nbsp; The collision would be sudden and momentous forcing him to move over the railing with the attacker.&nbsp; For but a second before the impact he could seen an enraged eye thirst for revenge; and eye that he once had as well.&nbsp; The body had to have been a women judging from the impact against his back, with arms wrapped around him the body could only be hugging him as they fell, and with that came the feeling of her breasts against his back.&nbsp; As they plummeted his body spun in a circular motion so as to redirect his area of impact to avoid any broken necks, are ligaments.&nbsp; What felt like minutes were in reality only seconds as they fell to the sand floor of the training grounds.<br><br>The impact created a small but feasible dust cloud that bloomed and spread from the impact site.&nbsp; Aulus had landed on his left shoulder which caused only minor damage to his body.&nbsp; Good thing he was not wearing heavy armor otherwise the metal plating could have shattered his bones.&nbsp; At the worst he will have a very bad bruise the next few days. That of course didn’t leave out massive lack of balance and inability to get up even.&nbsp; His eyes still remained opened as they stared into the sun’s glaring light, all he could do was role his body away from the glaring light.&nbsp; Even on his knees he face difficulty stabilizing his balance leaving him to falter to ground once if not twice.&nbsp; Even until the point of standing up his body could not remain still but even while his upper body began to falter he would force it back up once more stand erect and ready for whatever this women meant to do next.&nbsp; If he could recover faster than her then perhaps there was a means of subduing her without permanently damaging her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 18:26:18</strong>
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				<em>What the fuck?&nbsp; What was happening now?</em> he thought.<br><br>Patrocles pulled his attention from the sands below as he heard the impact of bodies crashing together and he saw in his periphery the two bodies spill over the edge of the balcony into space and crash into the sand below.&nbsp; As all of this happened he wheeled around to face the doorways coming from the villa.&nbsp; And as he turned his gladius seemed to simply appear in his hand and his eyes swept the doorways from which he expected any attack to come.&nbsp; Seeing nothing in the doors he continued to scan across the balcony and noted that the legionnaire was gone, presumably one of the bodies that had fallen.&nbsp; But what had happened?&nbsp; Who had attacked him and pushed him to the ground far below their observation perch?&nbsp; It was then that saw that the stunningly beautiful female gladiator that he had noticed earlier was not standing among them either.&nbsp; <br><br>He began to piece things together in his mind and then feeling satisfied that no additional attacks were coming that might put his Domina in danger he returned the gladius to the scabbard on his hip.&nbsp; Trying to continue keeping his eyes on the people on the balcony he moved forward to the railing of the balcony and looked down to see the legionnaire trying to stagger to his feet several feet away from the woman who had tackled him over the edge.&nbsp; He watched and willed her to get up.&nbsp; He scanned the sand around the pair as well looking to see if the blade that had been cast aside by the Egyptian warrior in the last match still lay on the ground near by.&nbsp; He hoped that she would recover herself enough not only to defend herself against the big legionnaire but that she recovered her wits enough to remember the blade and to go for it before he did.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 01:13:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><em>~Ryann, It's ON!~</em></strong></div><br>Even as she and Aulus fell, her mind was working on her next move. She knew that Ammon had left the sword used by his defeated opponent upon the sands, and she knew where it was. She also had the advantage, managing to stay tightly locked upon the Legionaire, making it to where his body took most of the impact. Her head she had tucked tight against his back at the base of his neck, and she managed to release her arms just at the moment of the ground connecting with their descent. Lithe agility allowed her to roll away from the man, coughing from the dust, scrambling quickly up and already searching for the weapon she knew to be there.<br><br>Green hues searched through the settling cloud, and vaguely it registered in her seething mind that there was silence around them. Yet the sun was causing the dropped blade to gleam, and she was leaping towards it. In a single swoop she was upon it, snatching it in a tight grip, and whirling to face Aulus. Blinking hot dust from her teary gaze, she stumbled a bit, the shock of the impact still upon her, noting that the Roman seemed to have the same problem. The wind stirred long raven tresses about the dirtied beauty of her face, and she had a moment, just a slight moment of..&nbsp; <em>I should plait my hair...</em> ...but it passed quickly.<br><br>Aulus was slightly dazed, and even though she was quite aware of the fact that this was a soldier trained, she took that slight bit of weakness and attempted to use it to her advantage. Close enough to him it took no more then three bounding steps to bring her close, her final one bringing her into a slight leap as she accompanied the move with a jab towards his exposed neck...<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 12:59:07</strong>
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				<strong>Patrocles - On the balcony above the sands.&nbsp; &nbsp;With Livia, Caris, and Cariad returning to the balcony.</strong><br><br><em>Good</em>, he thought, she was up quickly, more quickly then the Roman legionnaire.&nbsp; Both staggered, but she rose first, shakily but recovering, and more importantly, it seemed that she was less dazed then him as she had landed on top of him and used his body to cushion her landing.&nbsp; He saw her casting quick furtive glances side to side; looking, searching.&nbsp; <em>That's right, go for the blade.&nbsp; You know it is there.&nbsp; End him. </em>&nbsp; Then she must have seen it and she moved quickly, with determination, and took up the sword.<br><br>Patrocles stepped back from the balcony's edge and stepped back to Livia's side, behind her bare right shoulder.&nbsp; He noted one of the other girls of the villa moving back from down the hallway.&nbsp; She was a sight to behold with her large perfect breasts exposed to his eyes.&nbsp; It took a minute for his eyes to travel above her swaying breast flesh and those deliciously tempting dark nipples.&nbsp; When he did, however, he noticed that she looked crestfallen.&nbsp; <em>Maybe a lover for Dominus that can't bear the thought of his leaving without her.&nbsp; Poor thing.</em>&nbsp; He would try to find time to comfort her later when Dominus was otherwise occupied.&nbsp; For now he moved back to her side, pressing the flesh of his thigh into her bared shoulder to show her that he was present behind her once again.&nbsp; In a subtle move, that he knew may cost him, he settled his left hand on her shoulder as well, feeling the soft skin on his fingertips..&nbsp; The heat and excitement of the games must surely have gone to his head for him to be so forward.&nbsp; At this moment there were only two things he wanted to do... join the combat on the sands or take Livia to one of the villa's many empty bedrooms and spend the next several hours giving her every reason to keep him in the privileged position of champion. <br><br>Resisting an urge to attempt looking downwards into Livia's bodice in order to view her full breasts he looked down onto to the sands instead, allowing it to distract him.&nbsp; He was in time to watch the woman steal across the ground in three large bounds, sword poised to strike at the man's neck.&nbsp; <em>Yes... Finish it quickly...</em> 
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 06:00:42</strong>
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				<strong>Aulus getting a dose of the hospitality here…</strong><br><br>It was embarrassing having to admit to letting his guard down.&nbsp; Aulus felt somewhat embarrassed having succumbed to the relaxation of the estate.&nbsp; Even during his time at the camps the centurions always reminded him and his fellow legionnaire to always be alert and never assume the enemy is at rest.&nbsp; This was the punishment sent by Mars for making Aulus think he could simply ignore him.&nbsp; Now he was trapped in the sacred sand grounds of the Ludus, with a woman bearing a sword towards him.&nbsp; His body still remained dazed if not unbalanced from the drop off the balcony earlier.&nbsp; His eyes though still remained awake as they focused on the female gladiator.<br><br>And focus he had to for he was coming right at him rage in one hand and a weapon in the other, and ironically he was without a weapon.&nbsp; Quite the déjà vu, that this moment would mock them being the next match to satisfy that woman’s request for blood this day, and now it called for Aulus.&nbsp; The young soldier had no time to think about the irony of this battle but now focused his attention at her arm.&nbsp; He had to be careful because he had so little time to determine his next move before she strikes, and he had to be accurate.&nbsp; After the second step he took note of how her body was positioned and could only assume that his next move will create the opportunity to strike her and recover while he figures out his situation.&nbsp; The only cost though that this move requires is that gods demand blood, his blood even.&nbsp; For this moment Aulus gladly would bestow the gift.<br><br>He had to give credit to the female gladiator for her ability to fight.&nbsp; Her blade was aimed perfectly at his neck as she charged at him.&nbsp; To her mind she was already so close that it may have cause wonder as to why he had not moved or dodged, despite having such a small amount of time.&nbsp; Perhaps she was still under the spell that he was still stunned.&nbsp; No he decided to do something trickier, more…..entertaining.&nbsp; His neck tilted while spinning along with his body in a 540 degree counter-clockwise motion, while at the same time his hands were already in motion to capture and strike.&nbsp; The first 360 was to first help him gain momentum for when he would finally strike, which made this move all the more dangerous being that he still needed to complete a 180 degree spin before the sword could strike his neck. During his spin he had kept his hands at body level, palms open while spinning, each hand serving an individual mission, the first being his left hand which rotated counter clockwise to move towards her attacking arm.&nbsp; The counter clockwise movement would allow him to have his left arm grasp her wrist grasping the sword without threatening his arm or hand. With his hand now at her wrist he could then alter the trajectory of the blade unfortunately he could only move it so much from his neck.&nbsp; The sword would certainly make contact with his neck but it would only graze his neck giving the sacred sands his first drops of blood.&nbsp; The cut was not a lethal nor painful wound which would allow Aulus to pull her sword arm down to the floor, but she would not allow her to fall yet.&nbsp; At that moment he could then coil his back pushing towards her chest, so as to prevent her from using her mid range level of attack.&nbsp; If the surprise was enough for her and he can get within range he could then finish with a final counter attack.<br><br>His only free arm available in this dance so far was his right one.&nbsp; He did however not require his hand but elbow instead.&nbsp; Contracting his muscles he pushed his right elbow back in a striking manner aimed directly for her head, and with the given close range of the attack, it would be difficult to avoid unless one was able to release from his left hand grip and pull back from their current position to him.&nbsp; The speed of the attack also clearing the fact that this strike was meant to stun not damage the receiving end. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 23:01:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Livia </span>and <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Caris</span> on the Balcony - with Patrocles and other slave girl<br><br>Caris glanced to the hand that reached up for the gladiators and concentrated on tilting her head so that she could simply look at the games and nothing else. What the beautiful Livia saw in the oafish Patrocles was beyond her, granted he was tall and muscular, possessed a favourable countenance and she knew his girth was also favourably proportioned but even with all these she could not take to the man. He stifled any good will she might have ever possessed towards him from the onset and she had never been able to retrieve it. <br>&nbsp;<br>Both women gasped with a start as the female gladiator rushed at the soldier, toppling them both over the balcony. Caris stared in horror and wonder moving directly to the balcony to view for herself what had transpired. Livia however remained seated, calculating in her head the consequence of yet another death on these premises if the Roman soldier lost his life. Silence seemed to envelope the entire place as the two attempted to right themselves and regain breath and balance.<br>&nbsp;<br>Livia felt a rush of excitement that perhaps a proper battle would be fought and not merely the clobbering of a head and the unfairness of only one with a weapon. She liked when the odds were even and the pairings evenly matched. The battles were usually more gruesome but always spectacular. The female had a gladius and was charging at the soldier about the same time that Livia felt Patrocles return to her back. She had not minded both servants moving to the actual balcony to view the events closer and was glad that Caris chose to stay there, intently looking upon the game. She paid little heed as yet to the other servant left abandoned on the balcony by her master.<br>&nbsp;<br>She felt his hand touch her shoulder and gazed sidelong at it.<br><strong>“Kneel with me Patrocles”</strong> she commanded him, taking a small cushion and placing it on the ground beside her. Caris heard the command and grinned, the stifling temperatures usually caused&nbsp; Livia to become somewhat heated and in these matters she had called her plenty of times to assuage the urge that built within her, today with Patrocles on hand, Caris was certain that he would indeed be on hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 21:02:19</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Patrocles with Livia</strong></span></span>, <span class="bbc_u"><strong>Caris and Cariad on the balcony</strong></span><br><br><strong><em>“Kneel with me Patrocles”</em></strong><br><br>He heard her command above the din of the battle below and saw her place a cushion on the ground beside her.&nbsp; His eyes had been riveted on the match between the legion soldier and the gladiator.&nbsp; He had to admit that the legionnaire had recovered nicely, even avoiding the thrust for his throat.&nbsp; This may become more interesting to watch after all.&nbsp; The size of the man did not in any way betray his dexterity or poise.&nbsp; He had recovered more quickly than Patrocles would have thought possible, and apparently faster than his opponent had believed as well.&nbsp; His acrobatic spin to avoid the sword thrust was nothing short of amazing, and he continued to see if he could follow it up with a counter attack to disarm her.&nbsp; <br><br>Now dropping his gaze to look upon his mistress he moved to kneel on the pillow that she had kindly provided for him.&nbsp; Settling his greave covered shins on the soft pillowed material he settled down at her side, presuming nothing.&nbsp; He looked down and gave a slight nod to her, acknowledging the command, his tone conveying obedience as well as the implied question as to what else she may require of him.<br><br><strong>Domina. </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 21:27:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em><strong>~Ryann, reveling in battle~</strong></em></div><br>Oh but he was quick, and strong, and it was actually a delight to not only be able to finally let off some of the pent up rage that had been building for so long now, it was splendid to do so against an obviously formidable opponent. From her periphery she had noted Patrocles watching the skirmish intently, and this amused her. It seemed she was not the only one within these walls having the desire to blood-let. <br><br>A hiss would flow sharply through clenched teeth as her wrist was clamped to tightly, and Ryann could not help but drop the blade the had managed to procure. Aulus had managed to curve his body against hers in a manner meant to keep her close with the grasp of her wrist. This closeness allowed her to feel the shift in his body, and the elbow that was aimed at her nose was only just avoided. A grunt was forced from her as his arm connected with her cheek, her head snapping back just a bit, yet his clamp upon her arm kept her close. She would use this to her advantage.<br><br>Her left arm being free, her hand would ball into a fist, and a powerful swing would come up, laying a blow right upon his exposed temple. This would allow his grip upon her hand to relax enough to give her free reign to put her own lithe form into a somersault, rolling across the dusty ground to come bouncing up in front of the Legionare once again. No time would be wasted, her right foot would lift to give a massive powerhouse frontal kick to his chest, hoping to at least take him off his feet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 06:15:51</strong>
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				<strong>Aulus amidst a struggle with Ryann</strong><br><br>The plan could have gone any smoother.&nbsp; Originally he had projected to only grasp her armed hand’s wrist.&nbsp; Not only had it been successful but it also resulted in her dropping the weapon as well, therefore laying the playing field.&nbsp; To top it off his elbow could feel successful contact with her body.&nbsp; However, this was only be a minor victory compared to what was in store next.&nbsp; Having assumed a successful attack Aulus had been left with the idea of throwing her to the sands so to allow him some distance.&nbsp; Such thoughts though were shortcoming for now it was Ryann’s turn to do some serious damage.&nbsp; Aulus had exposed his left side of his head to Ryann’s free hand, which gave all the more reason to use it.&nbsp; The attack was fierce and pulverizing as it smashed into the side of his face, just above the jaw.&nbsp; How fortunate it had not been lower otherwise she could have knocked a few teeth out or worse.&nbsp; The attack did cost him his grip towards her as he struggled to stand from the attack combined with the residual effect of the fall from earlier.<br><br>Ryann on the other hand didn’t let up. After breaking Aulus’ lock she now was in perfect position to send him off the cliff.&nbsp; Aulus’ back was now facing the cliffside, and while he still had room, it was dangerous enough just knowing that instant death stood right behind him.&nbsp; When Ryann had gained enough distance for momentum she unleashed the most basic of ways to knock him over: a kick.&nbsp; Not just any kick though, but one that designed to focus all the momentum and strength into one attacking, breaking even some that wield shields even.&nbsp; Aulus knew that he could not avoid this attack and a hit alone would be enough to severely damage him.&nbsp; Given the distance and the rate speed she ran at (which Aulus has made double note of) he was left with only one chance.&nbsp; His arms clashed together to create an impression of a shield, his fists resting just below his eyeline&nbsp; to keep an eye on his attacker, leaving the majority of his arms guarding his chest.&nbsp; The kick was perfect as it smashed into shield of flesh and bone.&nbsp; The impact echoed across the Ludus sending a roar to those watching even despite this being a heavy matter.&nbsp; His body was sent back some distance bringing him about six feet away from the cliffs edge.&nbsp; His arms twitched in pain at the residual effect of the kick.&nbsp; His skin was red combined with bruising near the elbow region which would make it difficult for him to bend his arms at the elbow region.&nbsp; Thankfully his wrists were undamaged so at least he could still fight.&nbsp; So why did blood soak the sands surrounding him.&nbsp; Apparently the kick had sent his curled fists backwards smashing his nose/mouth region.&nbsp; When the shield had broken all Ryann would see is a man still standing tall against her attack.&nbsp; Eyes were closed, both his mouth and nostrils had been bleeding, even droplets of blood escaped from the wounds on his arms.&nbsp; Just a fine bounty it was to the gods of this Arena.&nbsp; It wouldn’t be surprising if Mars himself be turning an eye to his puppet.&nbsp; Perhaps it was time for his toy to play.<br><br>No longer was Aulus simply himself, he now returned to “Aulus” the legionnaire.&nbsp; His offerings of blood to the Gods was enough to silence his more calm, tranquil version.&nbsp; Without his more domestic ego no longer being dominate it allowed Aulus to feel more relaxed, but thirsting for a fight.&nbsp; Moments ago the young lad was breathing as if running from Greece to Rome herself, but now his breathing had slowed down and was now poised, almost timing his breaths. For the first time in a while Ryann would see once more those very eyes that Aulus bared towards her rebelling comrades and even her as well from a far.&nbsp; Now it became clear why there was fear/intimidation just by his eyes alone.&nbsp; The pupils were lifeless and sinister like a black wolf without a pack, with blood now drawn.&nbsp; He did not expose teeth, no he didn’t needed to anything so gruesome or even call out in rage, Aulus was ready to get serious even if just with fists and kicks.&nbsp; Now it was his turn……His movement was sharp and eye-blinking at times.&nbsp; One could plot his direction but it would randomly change to a different direction but in the end he focused more of avoiding the direction and distance of the cliff, yet in the end his true destination was now to be ahead of Ryann now.&nbsp; Aulus wasn’t dumb enough to immediately present himself towards her, chances were she’d go right for the face, so to avoid that he had to immediately change his stance from a standing position to crouching position so to avoid attacks from that region or to confuse her briefly so to set up his attack.&nbsp; His left hand was poised at right elbow while his right hand was in a flat, open palm position.&nbsp; In the heat of this fight three words escaped Aulus’ mouth towards the formidable woman.<br><br>“Clench your teeth!”<br><br>It was short but by the time Ryann could look down his attack was already in motion.&nbsp; The open palm right hand was meant to strike her below her chin acting both as a moderate strike and lift her body from the ground to finish the success of attacks.&nbsp; The purpose of his left hand below his right elbow was to anchor the elbow so that it would not falter and collapse during the attack, while the energy and momentum came from him legs while standing up once again amidst the strike.&nbsp; If the attack was successful enough he could finish with a shoulder in her chest in the form of a shove.&nbsp; He couldn’t use his arms as freely as he like, and he was too close to use a kick against, so only his body could be his weapon.&nbsp; The impact would be enough to send her&nbsp; a few feet back but it would lead her back to the direction of the weapon he had hoped would be lost.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 00:02:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><em>~Ryann, in the midst of it~</em></strong></div><br><em>”Clench your teeth!”</em><br><br>What by the Gods was he talking about? The kick she had delivered hadn't taken Aulus over the edge of the cliff as she had hoped, and indeed she was primed to deliver a second blow, until he hissed words at her.&nbsp; A scowl slid across her dirtied brow, curled strands kissing against her confused visage. Why was this murderer warning her of anything? She was primed to return the favor of his deeds, to slit his throat and watch him bleed dry before her! Yet here he was, telling her to prepare...<br><br>His words caused her pause long enough, caused her confusion long enough that she wasn't prepared to defend herself at his next attack. Not only because he had totally taken her off guard, but he was fast. 'Soldier' had kicked in obviously. Green eyes would widen as he came at her, and indeed, as she caught sight of his opened hand coming towards her face, she did manage to clench her teeth in time. A low grunt she would give, as his hand connected, followed by a whoosh of forced air as his body slammed into hers, tossing her across the sands to land hard upon her left hip. Hissing in pain, she would scramble up as swiftly as her injury allowed, a limp obvious now. Vision swept the area, and there, there was the blade she had lost! Her pain forgotten, but still plain to witness, Ryann snatched up the sword and whirled to face Aulus again, settling into a defensive crouch, weapon out at the ready.<br><br>He would need to come to her this time...
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				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 01:15:56</strong>
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				<strong>Aulus after a successful combination attack</strong><br><br>The execution had been flawless, the contact and positioning was exactly as he predicted, and despite the consequence of her landing in close proximity to the weapon he was satisfied with the actions.&nbsp; &nbsp;This was a different Aulus than before. Originally he seemed clumsy if not shy in communicating with people.&nbsp; In matters of fighting technique, he had been sensory to attacks, and even not able to take a blow after such a drop.&nbsp; To be honest, had it not been for Ryann’s kick he most likely would have ended up dead.&nbsp; The front kick against his forearms had created enough pain combined with putting him on the verge of death with a small cliff shortly behind him.&nbsp; Now Aulus was more unpredictable, faster, perhaps even able to ignore pain for tougher hits, though his attack required two hands to have enough impact on her, in combination with his shoulder.&nbsp; Now it seemed the tides had turned.<br><br>Ryann like any slave or warrior would always find a means to have an edge, and with her so close to gladius who would waste an opportunity.&nbsp; Her hand now carried a means to kill him in one attack, in addition she had a taken a defensive stance meaning that she was more than prepared for whatever he did next.&nbsp; Charging into close range directly was totally out of question, and it looked like she wasn’t planning to move until he did.&nbsp; The problem at least from Aulus’ perspective was the fact that she had a weapon and he didn’t.&nbsp; He needed something that wouldn’t kill her but at the same time was able to stand up against an enraged gladiator.&nbsp; It appeared Antonious would have the answer.&nbsp; From the balcony worry was written over his entire face, though he had to admit this was a wonderful fight.&nbsp; A soldier of Rome’s armies versus a berserk female gladiator, something like that would certainly create stories for matches in the arenas across the Republic.&nbsp; But now was not the time to be engulfed by the intoxication of the fight, returning to the chair he had sat at previously, he recovered the large wrapped parcel that Aulus had ask Antonious to hold onto while they remained at the Ludus.<br><br>“Aulus, take this!”<br><br>The young soldier’s head turn to see a wrapped object escape the barricade of the balcony falling to his direction.&nbsp; &nbsp;His right hand reached out to grasp the object which was slightly heavy in weight.&nbsp; Unwrapping the thread and cloth masking the item, finally the guests and his attacker would reveal just how he fights.&nbsp; Two cord ends dropped to the sandy floor like snakes slithering out of the cage that was the sheet.&nbsp; The cords turned out to be whips when the sheet had blown away.&nbsp; The wind against his skin was a God’s send by Mars perhaps to reward his puppet for deciding to get more serious.&nbsp; The weapon was of that of a whip or rather 2 whips but they were attached together by what seemed to be a large handle composed of a leather handle for grip and flexibility and metal butts which probably explained how he could connect the two whips.&nbsp; Now the show would begin.<br><br>Aulus took only a couple steps towards Ryann, but only a couple, the most getting out of her was a flinch as if thinking she was prepared for him, but he knew she wouldn’t soon.&nbsp; With his hands on both handles of the whip his hands create a series of motions that bring the double ended whip to life twirling in a circular motion, sometimes even altering course to create a minor degree of confusion.&nbsp; But Aulus just needed to wait for the right velocity and position for him to finally, which would not require much time.&nbsp; One of the whip ends had angled upward like a cobra poised to strike, and strike it did.&nbsp; The whip’s head had originally pointed at the sky, but with a simple twist of Aulus wrist on the whip’s handle caused the direction of the whip to take a new course towards the sand floor passing by Ryann so close that had she moved a centimeter in the wrong direction she would have had that whip in her face.&nbsp; An attack perhaps not, but it did seem like quite a warning.&nbsp; The speed of the whip changing trajectory and striking the floor was almost blinding to the human eye, in addition when it cracked the cloud of dust the whip had kicked up was much larger than normal whips.&nbsp; This is because if one looked closely they would notice the whip’s tail had been modified.&nbsp; The tips had been punctured at 5 ends occupied by links like rings, perhaps meant to attach something to the whips tails.&nbsp; Either way the addition of metal to the whip gave it a fearsome edge compared to other whips.&nbsp; Now Aulus would get serious as he let the other whip end take a sideways position first before twisting his wrist on that whip’s handle to have strike at Ryann’s thigh hoping to have hooked him a catch.&nbsp; Of course truth be told he hoped she could avoid this, now that she had waken her up to the reality that he had changed to long-range combat.&nbsp; During his second strike he pulled back the whip that had first struck so to be ready to counter in case she turned out to be more clever than what he had predicted.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 23:25:06</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Livia</em></span> - balcony with&nbsp; slaves and champion<br><br>She did not pay Patrocles any heed as he moved around to kneel beside her, not once did she doubt that he would obey her. Her control of him was as steady as her control of her Ludus, nothing was taken for granted. Her gaze remained rooted to the fight, the parry back and forth of the gladiator and the soldier. Punches and blocks, kicks and slashes all carried forth and Livia was mesmerised. Both were skilled, both seemed evenly&nbsp; matched for now at least.<br><br>The single word was uttered and Livia allowed her attention to be pulled from the fight to her champion, now kneeling beside her. She did not care that Caris or the other servant were nearby, they were supposed to be the height of discretion and if they weren't then she would make sure their lives were miserable. <br><br>A soft hand gently laid a palm against Patrocles cheek, she would love nothing better than to have him lift his hand beneath her toga and caress her legs up along to her thigh. To run his fingers along the folds of her nether lips and tease her to the dizzying heights she knew he could. Something did not sit well with her however and as her palm continued its caress, she glanced to the servant that had belonged to Manius. Slowly her gaze shifted to look directly at her champion and she smiled. Her beautiful features lit up when she did so, dazzling to behold.<br><br>From her peripheral vision she saw the twirling of a whip below on the sands but trained her attention on Patrocles. <br><strong>"Take the servant girl and search the house, the entire Ludus. It is my desire to know if any one else remains and what stock is left within what is now mine"</strong> her hand brushed down along his neck to trace her fingertips along his collar bone, <strong>"Go ... I place my trust in you for this."</strong><br>Her hand moved to rest once again in her lap and her gaze returned to the chaos upon the sands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 13:09:23</strong>
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				The softness of her hand on his face excited Patrocles and he wondered if she would have need of him right here and now, under the sun and watchful eyes of the other servants, including the one that belonged to the Roman who now fought for his life on the sands below.&nbsp; He twitched at the thought.&nbsp; Then as quickly as her outward moment of affection had started, it stopped.&nbsp; Her hand was drawn away, not in anger, but it indicated that she did not want him yet.&nbsp; Her eyes turned back to the sands below and he heard her order given.<br><br><strong><em>Take the servant girl and search the house, the entire Ludus. It is my desire to know if any one else remains and what stock is left within what is now mine…Go ... I place my trust in you for this.</em></strong><br><br>Patrocles heard his mistress’ words, nodded his head in comprehension; speaking softly.<br><br><strong>Yes Domina.&nbsp; Not a room will be left unsearched, not a thing of any value shall be missed.&nbsp; Anyone found will be brought before you.&nbsp; It shall take some time, I trust that you will be taken care of in my absence.</strong>&nbsp; His gaze shifted to Caris, and even as she looked upon him, a hint of disdain in her eyes, he knew that what ever Domina needed, anything at all, Caris would provide it.&nbsp; <em>Damn that woman... I should be watching Domina and providing for the needs she has in the hot sun, while excited by the battle below.&nbsp; Not the bitch...</em> <strong>By your leave then…<br></strong><br>He rose to his feet as he spoke, watching as Livia gave her leave with a casual nod and wave of delicate hand.&nbsp; How he wished that the hand that now gave him leave was running over his muscled abdomen on its way to what waited for her under his war skirt.&nbsp; Still, he turned to exit the balcony and as he walked across to where the house slave remained, standing topless and, dare he say, alluring in the heat with her exposed skin flush from the day’s warm sun.&nbsp; He walked directly to her, eyeing her up and down and assessing her with a practiced mind.&nbsp; Realizing she posed no obvious threat he took her by the arm and spoke firmly to her, <strong>Come with me… as Domina commands.</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>He could tell from the look of her that she was not Roman, Greek, Egyptian or even Phoenician.&nbsp; In fact she was probably from some place a long distance to the north, where Rome’s ever expanding appetites seemed to be focused as of late.&nbsp; With out knowing anything about her he decided to establish quickly a sense of who she was.&nbsp; Leaving the balcony together he stopped inside the hallway, yet out of earshot of Domina and the other servants, to speak with her.<br><br><strong>Do you speak?&nbsp; Do you understand my words?&nbsp; I am Patrocles, Gladiator and Champion of House.&nbsp; More over, I am servant to my lady, Domina.&nbsp; I do as she commands and I would know if you will do the same. What is you name? </strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 19:04:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad walking with Patrocles</strong></div>Cariad was bemused at the goings on in the house. The balcony was hot, beyond comprehension. The fight below was bloody and vicious, much to the amusement of the Domina.<br><em>"Come with me… as Domina commands"</em> Cariad lifted her head and nodded respectfully to the hulk of rippling muscle before her. Cocking her eyebrow as she walked next to him, not behind him, making a point about being equals. Whether it was noticed or not would be another thing. The lashings on her back were still welts, the scabs now forming a deep contrast against her pale skin.<br><br><em>"Do you speak?&nbsp; Do you understand my words?&nbsp; I am Patrocles, Gladiator and Champion of House.&nbsp; More over, I am servant to my lady, Domina.&nbsp; I do as she commands and I would know if you will do the same. What is you name?"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Cariad looked at him and smiled. This was her opportunity.<br><br><strong>"I am Cariad O'r Nant, I have come from Wales. I was sent here to relieve the Head House Slave of her duties. I do not know the layout of the house I am afraid."</strong><br>Cariad spoke with broken Latin. Her heart thumping beneath her ribs, fearing she would be found out. She didn't have the faintest recollection as to why she had been brought to this Ludus, nor did she understand why. Make the best of an opportunity. Her Father had always taught her that. Looking over to the mountain who had spoken so softly to her.<br><br><strong>"Patrocles? Is there another female who serves your lady? I think we need to check the living quarters first, then move through the Ludus from the baths, to the medicus' room and then the servant quarters."</strong> <br><br>Cariad was hoping that her brief knowledge of the house would come to her benefit, even if she didn't understand the layout. She had told him of this and was prepared to remind him if the matter arose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 13:22:40</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Patrocles Standing in the hallway off the balcony – searching the villa</strong></span></span><br><br><br><strong>"I am Cariad O'r Nant, I have come from Wales. I was sent here to relieve the Head House Slave of her duties. I do not know the layout of the house I am afraid."</strong><br><br>Patrocles stopped and looked again at Cariad.&nbsp; She looked afraid, or overly cautious for some reason… tentative as she spoke in that thick northern accent.&nbsp; <strong><em>So beautiful... and cunning… I am starting to like her.&nbsp; Her only mistake is to assume that I am as simple as most base born gladiators.</em></strong><br><br><strong>Cariad O’r Nant… well now.&nbsp; And the replacement for that simpering bastard, Galo was it?&nbsp; He looked softly upon her and continued, Please Cariad, do you take me for a stupid man?&nbsp; It is true; I am a gladiator and a slave.&nbsp; I am not, however, simple.&nbsp; In fact, it is my ability to take stock of any situation and to notice everything, small or large, which has kept me alive for as long as I have.&nbsp; So please explain to me why I should believe your claim to be brought here, specifically to replace the head of house slave?&nbsp; Is it the broken Latin, thick with the winters of the north, which could assure that you would likely offend or certainly misconstrue some message to or from some high lord come to the villa to speak with Domina?&nbsp; Perhaps, it is the rough spun that you wear?&nbsp; Perhaps even, it is because you are so well mannered that you would never require discipline, as evidenced by the welts that mark a fresh beating on your back.&nbsp; I think those three things are adequate for me to know that you tell me false and assume I am a stupid cretin simply because I am good with a sword and spear.</strong> <br><br>He paused, watching her reaction to look for any additional clues in her face or body movement that would further convince him of her motivation or plans before continuing.<br><br><strong>Still, I respect your mind for being willing to try such a ploy with the new Domina.&nbsp; She has no knowledge of who you are, or why you are here, and it would be very easy for you to greatly improve you lot in life.&nbsp; Bravo for the attempt.&nbsp; But alas, I am not as simple as you hoped, and neither is Domina.&nbsp; And yet, there is certainly a place for you in the household, I am sure.&nbsp; As to your additional question, yes.&nbsp; Carias, the bitch, attends to Domina even now.&nbsp; A warning, she is also of moderate intelligence at least and it will not serve you to play her false with your words.&nbsp; She is a bitch, I tell you true, and she will love you not at all you can be assured of that, still she is effective and keeps Domina happy with her effort.</strong><br><br>Patrocles thought as he spoke of Carias, <em><strong>Still, some changes around here could be interesting.&nbsp; It would not displease him at all to see Carias knocked from her high and lofty perch, the one she sat so high that she thought she could down on him.&nbsp; Could this Cariad by the very sling stone he needed to knock the little bird from her seat?&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></strong></em>[/b]<br><strong>Come now Cariad, and think not of such things for the now.&nbsp; What you need now is an advocate, dare I say even a friend.&nbsp; Someone who has Domina’s ear and would be so <em>incented</em> to plead your case and push to have you installed in a choice position.</strong>&nbsp; Giving her a knowing glance with a twinkle in his eye he asked, <strong>I wonder where you might find one such as this.&nbsp; Think on that as we go to the bed chambers… as you suggested.<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 14:06:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad and Patrocles in the hallway preparing to search the house</strong></div><br><strong>"Not stupid, more brawn that brains. I am sorry, truth is I was bought here and have no clue as to why. You have the power to make me what you want. That's a lot of power Patrocles."</strong><br><br>Cariad looked him up and down, her confidence boosting slightly at his affront to her statement.<br><br><strong>"I never declared you a stupid cretin, whether you wield a sword well is nothing to me. You could kill me here and now if you so wished. I am not a simpleton either, I was whipped for speaking my native tongue by one of the guards. I know how to play a game should one be brought to my table. I am not a fighter however, so should you choose to take your sword to my bare flesh, you would win."</strong><br><br>Narrowing her eyes slightly to watch his hands, wondering if he would go for his sword or not. It didn't matter, chances are he could snap her with one of his arms.<br><br><strong>"If your Domina is served by a slave already, then clearly, I must fill another position. Incentive to keep me within the Ludus?"</strong> Her tone changing slightly. Their footsteps echoing through the halls as they near the guest bedrooms.<br><strong>"I have nothing to give you, I am a slave. My father had some wealth but not enough to please you or anyone else. There is nothing I can give you."</strong> Cariad's naivety not evident to herself, she had not come across sexual references for anything. Let alone for keeping her newly discovered home. Walking through the shade and coolness of the halls, the gooseflesh began creeping it's way over her flesh, her breasts bouncing as she walked. Her nipples hard.<br><br>The coarse fabric covering her lower half, hiding her swollen lips and burning heat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 00:54:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><em>~Ryann-Won't give up!~</em></strong></div><br>For the smallest split second she thought she had the advantage, as she was bladed and Aulus was without a weapon. Yet still she remained in her crouch, shifting back and forth slightly upon her feet, working her lithe form into readiness for whatever attack may come. Yet the dynamic changed when an aged shout came from above, and the old merchant that Aulus had trailed behind tossed something over the railing and into the soldiers grip. Bright eyes narrowed as she witnessed the whip slither free, and she had to admit it was a rather interesting weapon. Her sharp gaze watched as he gripped tight to the center of the weapon, the ends trailing from either end of the leather handle glinting dangerously. Metal? Outwardly she seemed calm, simply waiting for the attack she knew was to come, but within she was plotting moves. It was rather difficult though. She was used to regular singular whips of plain leather, and with blade in hand, if he attempted to snag any part she could easily slice through. Yet it was obvious this was a special weapon, custom made.<br><br>The proof of such would come soon enough as Aulus made his attack, and she had the flick of an eye to admire the form, and the ease in which he used his double pronged flail. The dust whipped up from the first attack was nothing really, until she found out it was a distraction. Bouncing to the side a couple of steps to allow her vision to not be impeded by the offending cloud, she managed to witness just that much to late as the second end snapped forth and wrapped tight and harsh around her left thigh. Her instant reaction of course was to hack upon the bond, yet the metal infused within the leather stopped this from happening. An enraged snarl flew from her mouth, whipping her head up to stare heatedly at Aulus before she returned to the task at hand. Though she was aware that he could still most likely attack her with the free end of the whip, she swiftly and keenly managed to unwrap the end encircling her thigh, hissing as the metal rings tore open her flesh, causing yet another offering of sanguine to begin to drip to the sands. Yet she wasn't done. At this juncture she couldn't care less what happened. She was simply in the moment of battle, and Aulus still needed to pay.<br><br>The hand holding the now blood wet end of his whip began to twist, wrapping the coil again and again around her hand, encasing her palm in metal covered leather. As she did this, she would leer at Aulus, a toothy grin of deadly delight as she set herself into yet another sideways stance. She would hold her sword in one hand, and the end of his whip in the other, readying for his next move, and still not making to attack him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 16:05:22</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Patrocles with Cariad – searching the Villa’s living quarters</strong></span><br><br>Continuing to walk with Cariad he heard her words and thought, <em>You are too useful to me and to Domina and I would never think to bare my sword at you… there are certainly other parts of me I would like bared to you though.&nbsp; Perhaps I shall show you some of those soon. </em>Noticing the flush that came and passed he looked lustfully at her.&nbsp; He watched as his gaze had an effect on her and her large soft nipples began to tighten and harden.&nbsp; It took all of the will power he could muster not to reach out and begin to fondle her right there and then.&nbsp; Pulling his eyes from her stunning body, and shifting his loin cloth with his leg and he was able to bring some small comfort and relief from the restrictive feeling it had on his now hard manhood.<br><br><strong>No, I think you misunderstand me… you will not be turned out; you are stuck here as much as I am.&nbsp; However, where you serve, and how are another matter.&nbsp; You are right; I could persuade Domina to give you a job that is a benefit to you, or to make you a lowly wench whose job it is to clean out the shit pots from the latrine.&nbsp; Your behavior and attitude will determine where you serve more than anything, but my words will bear weight.</strong><br><br>He stopped walking, and turned to look Cariad, studying her quickly, looking at her for a reaction.&nbsp; Seeing what he wanted he continued,<br><br><strong>And I am glad to hear that you do not find me stupid or a cretin; the present house bitch does not share your opinion.</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Turning to continue walking he speaks softly and with a calm reassuring voice.&nbsp; <strong>And as for my meaning of incentive, I do not refer to wealth or privilege as I have no need of those here in the ludus, pledges to Domina’s every whim.&nbsp; What I desire is far more dear… and hard to come by in our station.&nbsp; I desire a friend; someone to talk with without fear of reprisal, someone to share laughter or tears,</strong> then wheeling about suddenly he stopped to look her directly in her deep eyes, wishing to reach out to her, keeping his gaze fixed on her face and not the portions of her body that he so desired to touch and taste he spoke, almost in a coarse whisper, <strong>or an intimate moment when the mood strikes and opportunity arises.&nbsp; If you were to be able to fulfill such a desire I would be ever your advocate to Domina.&nbsp; And if dear Caris were no longer able to perform her duties in the future I would be certain to do all that I could to see you elevated to her position.</strong><br><br>Realizing that they now stood against the wall outside the first bed chamber door he leaned in towards her, eyes still locked on hers.&nbsp; With his left hand he slowly reached towards her hip as it rested against the finely hewn stone.&nbsp; As he hovered, inches from her face, eyes intense and locked upon hers, his left hand grasped the door handle, and with a push it swung inwards.&nbsp; Speaking with a cool confidence in his voice and a mischievous twinkle in his eye he beckoned her to proceed.<br><br><strong>After you.</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damned Eternally</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 20:24:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Cariad getting close to Patrocles</strong></div><br>Cariad noted Patrocles rearranging himself and smiled. His words soon changed her smile into a look of uncertainty.<br><br><strong>"My behaviour and attitude? So it's a 'do as I say and you will get what you want' situation?"</strong> Looking over him, his erection hadn't gone unnoticed. It's restricted stance beneath his loincloth obvious, even to her. Her heart began to flutter in her chest as Patrocles looked into her eyes. <strong>"Friends, that I can do, without an issue. Intimate, may prove a little harder, I have not been taken, by any man."</strong> <br>Feeling her cheeks flush at the words that had escaped her lips, Cariad looked at the floor, closing her eyes.<br><strong>"Who is Caris, and why does she hate you so?"</strong> <br><br>On Patrocles' prompt Cariad walked into the first bedroom. It was cool, opulently decorated and furnished to the highest standard, but there was nobody in the room. Cariad walked over to the window, being careful not to step onto the balcony, for she would be seen by the Domina. The sounds of the fighting below drifted slowly up into the room. Turning to feel the sun on her back, Cariad sighed and smiled gently to Patrocles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>02-09-2011, 23:14:27</strong>
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				After the attack Aulus felt a swell of disappointment from what he was viewing in front of him.&nbsp; Clearly the first attack was a distraction, but he had hoped that she would outsmart him realizing that the distraction was the prelude to a real attack.&nbsp; Rather than jump above the whips range she allowed it to ensnare her in a mix of bruises and small cuts along her thigh.&nbsp; Perhaps she wasn’t as clever as he had accredited for based on what he had seen.&nbsp; In fact Mars if he were here but laugh at the lack of parrying or even dodging from his puppet’s toy.&nbsp; Time proved however that she had different plan in mind; after all she couldn’t allow him to stand so proud after he just humiliated her with a simple tactic.&nbsp; From what she analyzed so far he was currently in a long-range combat state, so in order to break he had to get closer, but any attack with her charging would only put her in the fray of his whips.&nbsp; No he needed to bring him to her.&nbsp; Aulus watched as the female gladiator unraveled his hold on her thigh taking the coiling whip into her free hand pulling back the whip so as to drag Aulus closer to her.&nbsp; The young soldier could feel his feet drag themselves against the loose sand pulling him closer and closer to her.<br><br>To add some tension to this game of tug and war she poised her blade directly at Aulus while her body remained in a sideways stance so as to allow more strength to be transferred to reeling him in like a fisherman to its treasure.&nbsp; Aulus knew at this rate she would close enough where she could strike him with ease and with his weapon in hand he would find it difficult to fight her on equal terms.&nbsp; Perhaps now it seemed that it was time to unveil exactly what it was that made this man so dangerous.&nbsp; A young soul twisted by the will of Mars was something that no person would like to face, for those blessed by the God of war carried with them experience and ferocity in order to win fights.&nbsp; For gladiators it was about glory, for soldiers it was about blood and the next enemy.&nbsp; &nbsp;Aulus tried to escape this vicious cycle of Mars’ will, but even here in a Ludus his reach was expansive and unavoidable.&nbsp; Now it was time for Mars to throw away every measure of this woman’s hope that he had a chance of winning.&nbsp; If Mars could speak to the woman he would note that the time for games was over.<br><br>With that thought in hand Aulus changed his positioning.&nbsp; Originally he held the whip by the long handle collected at the center, but with a simple twist the handle broke apart into two sections.&nbsp; The formally one now two handles stretched out as another cord of whip emerged from the prison of the long handle.&nbsp; He then flipped the new thread of the whip around the back of his neck allowing his shoulders/arms to wrap around the whip to provide him more control.&nbsp; With his one free arm, the whip came to life as it coiled around his arm with part of the end grasped in his hand.&nbsp; He looked at her with a smile, almost as if to mock her as he let his left arm attacked.&nbsp; The whip came to life shooting forth like a striking cobra traveling on a straight path towards her wrist bearing the sword wrapping around the flesh leaving small pinching and cutting sensations in Ryann.&nbsp; Now with both of her hands/wrists in his possession he pulled back with his left arm so as to dislodge the locked position of her armed hand.&nbsp; If successful he then could proceed with a means to stun her.&nbsp; He couldn’t go close range combat now that he snared her with a mid-range attack, but he could do something that could guarantee a hit.&nbsp; Both of his arms coiled by his weapon of choice pulled back in a spread formation then came down to the ground in a violent manner.&nbsp; It wouldn’t be his hands that would attack but the coils of the whip.&nbsp; The energy used in the flailing attack was enough to send the same feed back towards the female captive, causing both of her arms to flail back against herself.&nbsp; She had a choice to accept the fist bearing the sword or on the other hand which would only be met by a fist.&nbsp; From her it would be clearly obvious which one she’d rather take, but if successful it would create a small gap of opportunity much like when Aulus had used a palm strike against her chin/jaw to stun her and respond with a counter attack.&nbsp; Aulus’ plan however called on a more powerful attack then a simple shoulder push. No Aulus had something bigger in mind.&nbsp; Depending on the attack would go, especially if she went for the fist he could precede with his final attack.&nbsp; His body spun in a 180 degree turn while at the same time using his arms still holding firm to his whips to pull down her body in a downward diagonal direction to plant her into sand face first.&nbsp; It would difficult to counter since the momentum of attack shifted at a rate and direction that seemed almost unavoidable.&nbsp; Whatever the consequences, if the attack was successful, it would be difficult for anyone to recover from such an attack.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>06-09-2011, 13:32:39</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Livia and Caris</em></span> - on the Balcony</strong><br><br>Caris attempted to take no notice of what was happening between Patrocles and Livia, it was strange that whenever she viewed their intimate moments she became increasingly aroused by it and found herself often wondering what it would be like to have him penetrate her in the same manner. It was most likely these imaginings that made her dislike him greatly, what was the point in desiring what was always unattainable. Better that it should then be believed that she held animosity in vast quantities for him instead. <br><br>She watched as himself and the female servant left and almost let a snarl from her lips but Livia petted the cushion beside her again and Caris moved to kneel there. Lifting her hand beneath the Domina's skirts she stroked her legs as she knew Livia wanted her too. There was only ever one reason that the Domina ever wanted Caris to kneel beside her. Her warm hands moved up between Livia's thighs and stroked softly nearing herself to the beautiful woman's nether lips. Livia was already moist and Caris smirked to herself, knowing that Patrocles had missed out greatly indeed. Gentle strokes ensued but she kept her gaze averted as was protocol, she knew how to bring Livia to orgasm with a few deft touches and adapting them now, she delighted in the small whimpers of pleasure that escaped her.<br><br>Livia's eyes remained focused on the fight below, her hips rocking sensuously to the ministrations of Caris's fingers. Her own fingers sought the woman's exposed breast and began to pinch her nipple hard, hissing lightly as her orgasm neared. Rolling Caris's nipple between her fingers, she tugged hard as her body tensed and clenched. Gripping her orgasm and holding tight to it as they fought with the heat of tigers on the sands. Finally appeased she waved to Caris who used her hand to gently clean Livia before moving away from her. <br><br>Her Domina stood up and frowned at the ongoing battle, then raised her hand.<br><strong>"Stop. Desist now. Stand apart and drop all weapons, I am moving to the sands. Do as requested and you shall not be punished" </strong>she had no intention of going anywhere near the two until she was assured of her safety. With Patrocles about the house, she would have to rely on the Roman soldier for her protection against any down there. Her keen eyes watched them, waiting while Caris standing in the background licked at her fingers, savouring the taste of her Domina.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 17:29:59</strong>
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				<strong>My behaviour and attitude? So it's a 'do as I say and you will get what you want' situation?</strong><br><br><strong>No, I think you misunderstand.&nbsp; I have no power to give you anything, nor take it away.&nbsp; If only I did.&nbsp; No, I simply mean that it would be in your interest that I remain a friend and ally as my lips are able to bear great influence in certain ears… Domina’s specifically.&nbsp; She trusts me and knows that I always act with the Ludus… and by extension her best interest in mind.&nbsp; This is to say that some of the lesser responsibilities such as recruiting new gladiators and house slaves, and positioning them falls to some of the high ranking servants that she keeps, such as myself.&nbsp; And being the House champion also has certain privileges that allow me additional freedoms, one of which is to be with those friendly to me when I choose.</strong><br><br>He shifted again in his stance, trying to make himself more comfortable, but the closeness of this foreign beauty, with her exposed breast flesh within arms reach was having a marked effect on him.&nbsp; <em><strong>How long had they been gone… five minutes… ten?&nbsp; How long would it take to search the whole villa? he wondered, still gazing into Cariad’s eyes, now standing in front of him, the vast expanse of mattress and silks behind her.&nbsp; Domina would likely never know how long he was gone, he simply wasn’t that important in light of the games raging on below her balcony.&nbsp; She would be entertained, Caris would see to her needs should she have any.&nbsp; Domina would be fed, served, and even pleasured if she sought it, but she would not notice how long that he and Cariad were gone for.&nbsp; Dare he try to push the issue some and see if he could take her here and now?</strong></em><br><br><strong>Friends, that I can do, without an issue. Intimate, may prove a little harder, I have not been taken, by any man.</strong><br><br><strong><em>Surely that could not be true.&nbsp; A woman grown; and a beautiful woman at that. </em></strong> She had surely spent at least months in slavery before reaching here, much of it on the road from wherever it was that she was from.&nbsp; Did she honestly expect him to believe that she had been untouched by a former lover, a guardsman from the trade caravan, one of the Ludus’ house guards, or Manus himself?&nbsp; That could simply not be, he could not find a frame of reference for that?&nbsp; He decided that this was as good a chance as any to press the issue.<br><br><strong>Caris, is the bitch that currently attends Domina… and I know not what ill will she bears me and she will not tell me.&nbsp; It is her position that I could desire to see you aspiring to… should something wayward befall her some day soon.&nbsp; Living in a ludus can be dangerous as you may already suspect.<br><br>But, I am sorry, did you just say that you have never been touched by a man before?&nbsp; That your maidenhead is still in tact?&nbsp; Then you must either be more of a pain in the ass that you seem, and you make it so hard for a man to take you that they decide it is not worth it, or you must be so good at performing the other pleasures of the flesh and bed duties that no man has even felt the need to take it from you.&nbsp; The only other thing I can think of is that the Gods themselves have you kept you off of a man’s cock for some greater purpose that only they know.</strong><br><br>Patrocles stepped closer, reaching out with his right hand and brushing his rough hand against Cariad’s soft cheek and tucked some stray hairs behind her ear and away from her face.&nbsp; He leaned in very close to her, and whispered very softly, but with his eyes fixed on hers to watch her reactions closely.<br><br><strong>Because I can’t comprehend a world in which a woman as desirable as you are could live as long as you have without the feel of a man’s caress on your naked body, or the warmth of his body as he lies on you, next to you, inside of you… his movement causing your body to flood with feelings of intense pleasure.&nbsp; It is too much a shame to even try to imagine it.</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>As he whispered he slowly leaned in closer, his fingers curling into the hair at the base of her neck as he pulled her lips towards his.&nbsp; As they came together, and Patrocles finished speaking he brushed his lips lightly across her full lips.&nbsp; His left hand stretched out as well, his fingers finding the soft skin of her belly and then slowly slid down her bared side and onto her hip until it found the thin rough-spun of her skirt.&nbsp; The fingers of his hand travelled further down and behind her, softly he settled his fingers over the rise of her rump and pulled her body towards his as his lips parted slightly and pressed more urgently again Cariad’s mouth in a soft but confident kiss. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 22:03:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em><strong>~Ryann, brought to a halt~</strong></em></div><br><br>Her face would not register surprise as Aulus snapped the handle of his whip apart, effectively giving him twice the weaponry now. Yet she was. It also gave her just that split second pause enough to indeed have her free hand holding the sword to be wrapped at the wrist. Caught in the proverbial net, she would give a scream of rage that echoed through the training yard, already working on a step that would take her at a run towards the Soldier, yet he was quicker.<br><br>She felt the stream of energy he created at his twist of the whips, knew something was coming, but she couldn't stop it. Her right arm she managed to keep stiff enough as to not allow his counter to hit, yet the left fist with the whip wrapped around was not so successful. She started to try to unwind the tether, but it was to late, and not of her own volition her clenched fist came up to hit her hard just at the side of her nose, causing her to tear instantly. He was quick on his continuation of his attack, and it was just as she heard a female voice wash through the hot sandy air that Aulus managed to yank her forward.<br><br><br><strong>"Stop. Desist now. Stand apart and drop all weapons, I am moving to the sands. Do as requested and you shall not be punished"</strong><br><br>With a snarl she fell face first to the sand, yet she was quickly scrambling up again, managing to free her left hand of the whip and using it to unwind the right now as well. Still she gripped her sword, even as Livia spoke of dropping all weapons. It took a few moments for it to register that it was the woman who was barking orders, and NOT the Dominus. Slowly she would pull herself upright, bared, dirty breasts tipped with tight nipples heaving. Almondesque eyes would narrow, green hues staring out from sweaty strands of ebon hair, the ends curled and stuck to the curve of her waist, the sweet swell of hips barely clad with a loincloth. Her stare at Aulus bore promise of another time, another meeting of skills.<br><br>Lifting her chin, she would toss the sword to the sands, her hot emerald gaze sweeping the training yard for Ammon. Had he witnessed the fight, or had he simply held disdain for the entire thing and made his way back to the baths? Why did she even care? She found she wanted the sight of him, of his dark angry eyes upon her. Still she heard his voice in her ear, felt his hand upon her arm, before this had even started. In silence she would wait for the woman to come to them, seeking only the Egyptian.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 16:10:16</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon in the Baths</strong><br><br>Ammon had witnessed the beginning of the farce of a match that Ryann had fought in, but had left back to the baths before really seeing anything. The woman infuriated him, for some odd reason and the entire situation that had just taken place left a sour taste in his mouth. It was with that frame of mind he worked to wash the sand, and the grime and blood off of his body. Looking down some while reflecting on everything, he would bide his time but all the same he felt anger at being punished for trying to restore order. A cold, overpowering kind of anger that wasn't boiling. It was just constant, and it made him want to wretch. Even from the baths, he could hear a woman's voice instructing them to stop what they were doing. Which must have meant that both parties were still alive. This was a good thing in his eyes, because if anyone was going to kill the woman? It was going to be him, after having his way with her of course. That much he could freely admit, he was attracted to her. Still, she needed to be taught the natural order of things. He was only too willing to do this task.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 07:04:55</strong>
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				Aulus movement was like professional dancer using poised technique and fluidity to allow maximum effectiveness of the whip like it was a part of him.&nbsp; If one was to describe his style of fighting from and outsiders view it would be compared to a snake charmer grasping two aggressive cobras in his hands guiding them through his ambition and need to defeat his opponent.&nbsp; Men blessed by Mars only strived for victory, and while this god’s puppets numbered in the few, even one was dangerous enough to call even Rome’s attention should he fall from his path in serving the legion.&nbsp; This fight did not need require Rome’s attention which left Mars free to enjoy his creation’s dance of death.&nbsp; Unfortunately however, all fights even one so vigorous such as this had to come to end, which would be declared by the sound of a woman in the upper balcony.<br><br><strong>"Stop!&nbsp; Desist now. Stand apart and drop all weapons, I am moving to the sands. Do as requested and you shall not be punished."</strong><br><br>By the time she had demanded that they cease their fight Aulus had already finished his move to bury the female gladiator into the sand.&nbsp; The sand erupted like a small volcano creating a small gust thanks to the influence of the wind toying with their fight.&nbsp; When the move was complete his attention turned to the woman who demanded they stop. He had only caught a few glances of her during her arrival and during the time he was with the company of guests, unfortunately circumstances which included the guest from before (Lilianna) and trying to be granted an audience forced him to be unable to socialize with her.&nbsp; Strange that she would order him as if she owned the estate.&nbsp; Perhaps she was the Domina after all?&nbsp; Mars would definitely sneer at her rude intervention in stopping his fun, but perhaps for now he was settled for the blood his servant had already spilled.&nbsp; <br><br>Now perhaps was the best time for his toy to recuperate before he damaged himself beyond a measure that would affect his combative capabilities permanently.&nbsp; He noticed for a brief moment the female warrior unraveling his whip’s tails.&nbsp; Even if she did it was no matter since he could just as easily recall the ends way quicker before she could unravel them.&nbsp; Aulus had to admit that seeing her almost at the brink of being nude attracted a softer side of Aulus, replacing the adrenaline and battle lust that was granted by the god of war himself.&nbsp; He was careful though, for she carried the most dangerous of their two weapons.&nbsp; Seconds would pass though before he would witness her disarming herself, letting the sand bake in the sand and sun.&nbsp; She had met her part of the ordeal, now it was time to meet his.&nbsp; A couple twists of his wrist were required to bring the snake of a whip back to life pulling the tails back to their master’s side.<br><br>The whip coiled back into its’ master’s hand.&nbsp; When the threads had recoiled they rested in a vertical figure eight shape so to allow him to properly tie to his uniform without any of the whip escaping from its resting place.&nbsp; Unfortunately the women demanded that he drop his weapon, which to the legion would consider blasphemous.&nbsp; He remembered his father told that Spartan mothers would tell their sons to come with their shield or on it to remind them that cowardice or abandonment of your weapon was the greater sin, leaving one to live a live a life of shame. That was not Aulus, he never abandoned his men, nor his weapon.&nbsp; Seeing however that even if he dropped his weapon he could recover it eventually after this woman had left, after all she was stepping down to the arena floor to join them.&nbsp; He looked to his weapon one last time stretching his arm out sideways at a horizontal position letting his hand lose grip to his weapon.&nbsp; When it dropped to the sand it felt like a minutes had past leaving behind a quiet and slow atmosphere for him while he awaited this usurper’s intervention.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 13:51:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Livia.jpg)</div>Livia moved slowly with a regale gait down the length of the balcony to the stairs that led to the sands. Caris bit her lip, her eyes widening considerably. The Domina had only ever gone to the sands when Patrocles or the Doctore was on hand, anything was capable of happening. In her opinion those who had been fighting were nothing short of barbarians, happy to slice open her throat in the blink of an eye. As she kept her distance behind Livia, she wished her Domina would at least order her to get Patrocles, as inept as he could be at least he kept Livia safe. She glanced over her shoulder wondering what part of the house the two were in now and fumed inwardly wondering if his penchant for pretty young things had extended to the other servant girl.<br><br>At the top of the stairs, Livia looked down on to the sands to note that indeed all weapons were cast down. The legionnaire had been the last and had done so with much hesitation but she had expected as much. With a more relaxed air though she was very much alert, she walked down the steps and out into the blazing sun again. Caris moved rapidly behind her with lifting up a parasol to shade her. The dark eyes scrutinised them both as she beckoned to a young man to gather the weapons. At least not all of the staff had fled it seemed, some had stayed on with the Ludus because some had family close by. <br><br><strong>"Return his weapon to him" </strong>she ordered, indicating the soldier and instantly the youth ran forward picked up the swords and whip with speed and caution, afraid to get too close in case either turned on him. He wasn't sure what weapons belonged to the soldier so stood with his arms&nbsp; held up for him to take his pick.<br><br><strong>"You both fought well though it was not a sanctioned fight. By rights I should have you punished"</strong> she looked to the strange awe inspiring woman before looking to the soldier, <strong>"And you ..."</strong> she wasn't sure just what she was to do with him or why he was even here at the Ludus.<br><strong>"Much has happened, Manius has fled. Taking what servants and gladiators as were loyal to him. His wife ... dead. His guest ... dead. I would see no other deaths in this house, this day. The gladiators remaining are mine now and will be cared for my way and not as you have been until now."</strong><br><br>Slowly she paced regarding those on the sands and noting a few others moved from the gladiators quarters to hear her.<br><strong>"I have a champion but I see so much potential here for more than simply one. Feast and ... fuck well this night for tomorrow your training at the hands of Ludus Metalla begins."</strong> She turned to the centurion.<br><br><strong>"You were a guest, come with me. I would hear what dealings you had with Manius before you leave" </strong>with a wave of her hand she bid him to walk with her. Her gaze fell once more to the strange woman and she smiled at her. Livia had never been in the possession of a female gladiator before and found herself warming to the prospect mightily. <br><strong>"Go wash, there will be no chains this night. No separation of gladiators and prospects. This is a new beginning. Tomorrow you will all train for your right to belong."</strong><br><br>Gathering her toga so it would trail overly much on the dirty bloodied sands she ascended the stairs, Caris lowering the umbrella and stepping to the side to allow the soldier to follow Livia as she had asked of him. The only room that Livia knew was fine to speak in was the study from earlier and it was to that room that she entered, motioning to Caris to fetch them something to drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 05:34:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><em>~Ryann, free to feast..and fuck?~</em></strong></div><br>Firm dirty breasts rose and fell slower as her quickened breaths eased, the fight having finished by word of a woman. A woman who announced that the Dominus no longer resided within the Ludus, and that she now owned all the meat within its walls, including Ryann. Bright green eyes stared upon Livia, simply returning the look that was sent her way. It seemed in the blink of an eye, in the same day, Ryann's life had changed yet again. Aulus was returned his weapons, and a smile was turned her way by the female claiming to own her, one that she did&nbsp; not reciprocate. <br><br>Not even when she was told she would not be chained, and to simply enjoy freedom, such as it was within the walls of her prison, did Ryann smile, or relax. As Livia led Aulus off the sands, her own gaze swept towards the baths, and over the men gathered about, all staring at her, some cold, some hot. In silence she remained there for many a long minute, even as the other Gladiators drifted away, snorting in derision at her, at her impending fate on the morrow. Train for her right to belong.<br><br>She would never belong, and she knew it.<br><br>Gathering in a long breath, steps would be taken towards the baths, fingers removing the tattered remains of the loincloth from the apex of her thighs, and dropping it the the dirt floor just outside the entrance. She knew Ammon was somewhere near, and as much as she wished to lay eyes upon his person, upon the anger in his eyes, she needed to be clean more. Ignoring the other men around her, she slipped into a freshly drawn tub, ordered obviously by the new Domina, and sank into the hot waters with a groan. Not knowing how long, or how often she would be allowed such luxuries, Ryann decided to take as much advantage of it as she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 19:50:44</strong>
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				Watching a simple guard gather his weapon left Aulus with a nauseous feeling in his stomach. The hired hand had no idea what he held in his possession.&nbsp; For one thing the weapon had been personally crafted by the young soldier, so it became uneasy for him to see it in the hands of another.&nbsp; The only gratitude that Aulus would bear was the fact that the weapon had been somewhat disarmed.&nbsp; The whip had a way of acting on its own, and unless the master was strong and capable, even the weapon could bite its’ current if not brief master.&nbsp; Fortunately having downgraded the weapon the weapon would not get the opportunity; at most it may have wrapped itself around him.&nbsp; The guard had poorly shoveled the weapon and without properly holding the threads, the weapon would unravel and find itself a helpless victim to coil around. <br><br>The woman whom had stopped the two combatant’s engagement was much like any other Roman female he came across, especially those who descend from aristocracy and wealth.&nbsp; Beautiful skin, beautiful hair, a servant by her side, lovely attire, and overall stunning beauty to bring make the tallest of giants fall to their knees.&nbsp; The reaction however was different for Aulus.&nbsp; Aulus had limited experience with women save for the encounter with Lilianna and currently the rough form of interaction between him and the pride of this Ludus (Ryann).&nbsp; This left him in a state of attention like if a superior officer was passing by to inspect their stock of raw recruits.&nbsp; When she ordered the guard to return his weapon a wave of relief crashed at him leaving him more relaxed knowing that which he crafted would be returned to his possession.&nbsp; The guard was true to her orders as he presented to him the coiled whip.&nbsp; Aulus would only need a seconds of pause before his hand reached out for the weapon.&nbsp; Traces of red marks could be seen all over his hands and arms, like scars of the past each wound signifying a time when this whip would not bow to its master.<br><strong><br>"Much has happened, Manius has fled. Taking what servants and gladiators as were loyal to him. His wife ... dead. His guest ... dead. I would see no other deaths in this house, this day. The gladiators remaining are mine now and will be cared for my way and not as you have been until now."</strong><br><br>The lady whom seemed to now declare herself owner of this Ludus seemed much more attentive to those surrounding her.&nbsp; With her in charge of this ludus now, it would mean that she would now carry the burden of his purpose. Originally his mission had been to deliver a message from Pompey Magnus himself.&nbsp; Now that Livia was in charge she would have to bear the responsibility of having to answer to General Pompey’s request.&nbsp; In addition he also seeked employment, which made things a little more complicating.&nbsp; Antonious was said to have known the former owners of this ludus, however with them gone or even dead for that matter he would have to start fresh in trying to persuade this women to take him in so to have both benefit from such a transaction.&nbsp; For her she would have new hired muscle, with an incredibly unique fighting form, and he would finally be able to gather the denarii to offer his parents a proper funeral not to mention finally complete the orders set by his master Pompey.<br><br><strong>"You were a guest, come with me. I would hear what dealings you had with Manius before you leave"</strong><br><br>Aulus complied with Livia’s request asking him to follow her.&nbsp; He had to admit he was slightly surprised the way she handled her newly acquired stock, but anyone familiar with the events as of late would say that much blood and drama had been spilled.&nbsp; So perhaps it was best for everyone to be sent off and allowed the opportunity to relax and recuperate from the events today.&nbsp; When she was finally over with her orders to her stock, Aulus paid one last glance towards the female gladiator, recalling all the fighting that had taken place.&nbsp; From the looks of it Aulus had done only mild damage to her body; nothing but a few mild cuts and some bruising.&nbsp; Aulus’ arms however began to reveal finally the extent of that woman’s powerful kick.&nbsp; Bruising had already begun to discolor the front of his forearms, and with the nice slice to the neck and the cuts to his arms he certainly was not damaged lightly.&nbsp; Such wounds however carried no burden to Aulus since the pain was nullified by his will alone, and despite resistance via pain whenever he moved his arms, he continued to fight it showing no sign of pain.<br><br>Following the young Domina up the balcony stairs, Antonious was the first to rush to Aulus seeing now that he was out of harm’s way. &nbsp;“Aulus, by Jupiter are you okay?&nbsp; I’ve never seen anything like that…..but I have to admit it was one of the most spectacular fights I’ve ever seen….”&nbsp; Antonious was hysterical with words making sure that the person he had been entrusted to take care of was not badly harmed.&nbsp; Antonious would already have a hard time stomaching the cuts on his neck and arms and the bruising which left him a little queasy. “In due time my friend Antonious.&nbsp; For the moment however we are requested by the owner here.”&nbsp; Finally after so many hours waiting, both behind a gate to the estate itself and into the inner villa they would finally be given their audience despite however that they would now be graced by a new owner, one that Antonious had no clue about.&nbsp; <br><br>Not much time would pass when the guests and owner had moved to the study of this villa.&nbsp; Perhaps one of the better places to conduct business of this matter.&nbsp; The information that Aulus carried was for the owners of this Ludus alone and the less guests the better for a degree of secrecy was necessary in order to hide this information from those who could possibly exploit it.&nbsp; When the Domina’s servant approached them with something to quench their thirst once more the young lad looked to the woman, “Do you perhaps have any water?”&nbsp; Ever the noble Aulus trading the intoxicating wine for the purified water.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 18:38:50</strong>
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				Ammon in the Baths<br><br>By a certain point, he was lost in his own world. Everything else didn't matter and it was refreshing to get the area to himself. He was only really shaken out of this train of thought when he heard a soft groan. His brain knew that it couldn't be a man. Which limited the possibilities. The object of the frustration he felt, was in here. He supposed that now was as good a time as any other to settle the score. It was with that Ammon made his way through the baths, until coming across Ryann.<br><br>His eyes rested on her for a moment, freely looking her over and fixing on her curves before he opened his mouth. <strong>"Well, you're not dead. Good, that leaves me the pleasure of being the one to kill you for that stunt you pulled earlier."</strong> Making his presence known as he stalked towards her slowly, his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flaring ever so slightly. There was definite murderous intent behind those eyes, but something else as well. His body was coiled like a spring, and he seemed ready to attack at the slightest of movements. The fact that they were both nude, meant absolutely nothing presently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 12:13:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Livia / Aulus / Caris and Antonius </strong></span><br><br>She sat upon the seat that had once belonged to Manius, her hands stretching out along its arms and allowing her fingers to curl around the large lion heads at their tips. Her posture remained poised and graceful as Caris poured her mistress wine and placed it upon the table. At the mention of the guest that he would prefer water, she looked at him strangely before looking to her mistress again. Livia nodded her head.<br><br><strong>"You will forgive the delay on that"</strong> turning to her servant she ordered her to go and find the kitchen and to put some water to boil. The water was not healthy to drink unless it had been boiled of its impurities first. With all the house servants gone, Livia was not sure what was in abundance and what had been taken. It was to this end she hoped that Patrocles and the servant girl would report to her, not just on the human contingent within the Ludus but of the stock and furnishings.<br><br><strong>"Everything happened swiftly ... so it will take some time to organise this household and Ludus to my satisfaction"</strong> she glanced to the other man, only truly noticing his presence at that point. To neither of the soldiers did she bid to sit however, they were after all merely soldiers. She sipped her own wine as Caris left the room hastily to go in search of the kitchen. Placing the goblet upon the desk before her she eyed the men again.<br><br><strong>"What brought you here this day, I would hear it after all you could very well have killed my gladiator back there"</strong> it was still strange to think of that woman as being part of Livia's Ludus now but it was an acquisition she felt would be greatly beneficial.
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 21:01:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em><strong>~Ryann, cornered by Ammon~</strong></em></div><br>Languishing within the warmth of the water, Ryann allowed herself a moment of peace, knowing that it would be short-lived. She hadn't been within the walls of this Ludus even 24 hours and already it felt like a lifetime. As the heat and the gentle sounds of lapping water settled about her, she realized just how tired she was, felt every pain within her muscles from the fights she had been in, felt all the cuts in her flesh. Thoughts drifted much as the steam in the air about her, swimming about her mind, visions of the past, present and even future. Yet her quiet reverie was soon disrupted, as she heard the faint sound of bare feet upon stone. <em>Stupid, stupid, STUPID woman!</em> Ryann berated herself as her head whipped around, seeing Ammon striding towards her. <br><br>So fierce he was! His long dark hair framed exotic features, the candle light glistening off his mocha flesh, causing each muscle in his powerful frame to be magnified enticingly. For a minute moment she took in the sight of him, the very essence of bared male perfection, and couldn't help the hitched in breath. His words however caused her to scramble. Green eyes would widen as he began menacing steps towards her, and she was moving, heaving herself from the bathwater to hasten and place the wall behind her, standing knee high within the roiling water now. Her gaze whipped about, searching for anything she could use as a weapon, seeing several small soap pots, strigils and sponges. Shifting her piercing gaze to the Egyptian again she would snarl, simply accepting her fate quickly. A lowered stance her body would take, glaring at Ammon as each muscle tensed, readying for him. Water beaded off tightened nipples, wet strands of dark hair clinging to her face and shoulders.<br><br>Her voice was a low growl as she responded, Irish brogue bounding off the stone of the bathhouse, teeth clenching as her hand curled to claws. “<strong>Fine then. Come if you will! I will NOT go down easily I assure you, and though you may kill me, I PROMISE you, you will be left with my mark upon your flesh!!”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 22:05:32</strong>
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				If this woman was to take control of the Ludus, then it seemed only fitting that the message be passed onto her.&nbsp; A thought however that should have been concluded upon the moment they had taken rest inside the study to conduct his affairs here.&nbsp; Of course, with youth comes a degree of distraction from the more simpler parts of human or in fact Roman life.&nbsp; The study in all its internal design seemed to suit her presence quite well.&nbsp; Aulus’ eyes scanned every stretch of her body as she rested in such a lovely posture, her hand toying at the lion's head arm heads of the chair.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her figure was quite alluring almost to the same degree of the woman whom had befriended him earlier. What was her name?....Lilianna..&nbsp; A strange crossing of paths but perhaps left in the past.&nbsp; Amazingly showed no sign of disappointment during that thought nor when the request for water would be delayed due to preparation.&nbsp; Perhaps the adrenaline from the battle or even the thrill of be alive once more war through Mars’ grace had yet to wash away from his body and soul.<br><br>“The design of the interior here looks quite well on you if you don’t mind me saying.”<br><strong><br>"Everything happened swiftly ... so it will take some time to organise this household and Ludus to my satisfaction.”</strong><br><br>Indeed, perhaps there was some things here that could be changed to suit her taste.&nbsp; Who knows it may even in fact amplify the prestige and beauty of the new Dominus.&nbsp; But as much as Aulus enjoyed contemplating what she would do to change the Ludus, he had a more focused awe towards the training grounds.&nbsp; His fight under the eyes of the god recalled an invigorating sense of spirit in him.&nbsp; This would be before he became drunk in blood and death, where he actually had a soul while still serving the world’s greatest armies.&nbsp; Yes it made him feel like a proper soldier once more.&nbsp; His euphoric nostalgia however would be interrupted shortly after by the lady’s next words.<br><strong><br>"What brought you here this day, I would hear it after all you could very well have killed my gladiator back there"</strong><br><br>The accusation was quite harsh, considering Aulus true motives.&nbsp; Then again the situation that he had been in early would leave people to believe that he carried murderous intent during the conflict.&nbsp; It was important for him to therefore establish his motives and purpose. &nbsp;“Please excuse my actions from earlier.&nbsp; I did not sense the murderous intent the women had for me, but I swear by Mars himself I had no intention to harm her. I only meant to wear her out so that she wouldn’t be a threat to me or to the guests.” <br><br>He slowly rose from his seat noticing Antonious requiring help in his seat.&nbsp; Perhaps the battle and quick thinking had worn the old man’s aching body making it difficult for himself to settle into a chair to ease his body.&nbsp; Aulus could only oblige in helping him walk and at last finally settle in his chair he had been designated. <br><br>“My name is Aulus Livius, of the 5th legion currently engaged against the Cicilian Pirates in the Aegis sea.&nbsp; I’ve been dispatched by our commander, Pompey Magnus himself to deliver a message to the owner of this estate.” &nbsp;Perhaps the more difficult part in believing this man’s title and position was his self identification as a messenger.&nbsp; Normally messenger would range from simple , non-talented soldiers to simple children or civilian for that matter.&nbsp; Why would Pompey Magnus, known to have quelled the Spartacus rebellion, and conquer the lands east of Rome herself would dispatch a soldier of such caliber just to deliver a message.&nbsp; Either way, the truth would be revealed of his presence here, and the final half of his mission could at least be fulfilled…….<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 04:27:07</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon cornering Ryann</strong><br><br>A dark smile spread across his features as he tilted his head back while approaching towards her, as she moved her back to the wall and got into a defensive stance. His dark eyes fixed on her as he stepped down into the water slowly. Both feet entering into it, as he paced towards her with a slow yet deliberate pace. Raising his hands to crack his knuckles before responding <strong>I will, will I?"</strong> His tone almost mocking as he stopped in front of her and licked his lips briefly for a moment. <br><br>Looking her up and down, Ammon's nostrils flared very lightly before he spoke in a huskier tone <strong>"Fine then, woman. Make your move. I would not deny you a chance to protect yourself from certain death."</strong> His hand slamming down on the wall next to her as his eyes fixed on hers and he said <strong>"Offer me some sort of sport."</strong> A light growl escaping at the back end of the statement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 23:34:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em><strong>~Ryann, cornered by Ammon, tragically?~</strong></em></div><br>Ryann realized she was trembling as Ammon paced towards her. She also ended up freezing in place as his steps took him into her bath. Another step back and her back met the stone wall, almond eyes widening as he glared down upon her. She was shaking, and yet it wasn't from fear. <br><br>Ryann was suddenly deep within a situation that was very, very new to her. Her heritage, her birth made her who she was. Yes, she was a fierce warrior. She took great pride in this fact. Yes she was a woman, yet being the only daughter of the Ard Ri made her maidenhead intact, readying for the highest bidder. Sure she had played at touching with the men of her tribe, but even that was not much, for her father would have slit the throat of any he found toying with the Princess. She had fought hard to keep it so in her time as a slave in Rome. But now, with this massive man daring her to act upon her threat to do him harm, looming so close to her, she found her thoughts, and her body, betraying her. <br><br>She had made a great tactical error in allowing him so close, and as his hand met the wall behind her heavily, heavy glistening breasts rose quickly at her gathered in breath of surprise. Her own hands were upon the stone behind her, nails grasping at nothing as her own emerald eyes were locked upon the dark ones of this Egyptian God. Slowly her tongue eased out to lick her lower lip, trying desperately to tame the quivering of her body, trying to make her mind work. She wanted to touch him, wanted to run her hands over his hard, oiled chest. Full lips parted as her breath quickened at such visions. She could almost feel the heat of his loins radiating upon her own, and his growl nigh caused her to whimper..<br><br>...yet she could not allow him to best her so easily. There was such a thrill thrumming through her, she found she wanted it to continue. Oh she wanted this man. She desired the feel of his hot heavy body claiming her own for the first time. Oh yes.. she had chosen Ammon as the one to claim her virginity, if it was what he wished. But he would need to claim it. And if indeed he was merely wanting to teach her a lesson of being one with the men of this Ludus, so be it. <br><br>Keeping his stare, she would move as fast as she could. Her hands would lift with a snakes speed in the attempt to grasp his hair at either side of his head. If she managed this she would try and yank his head down onto her own forehead to try and break his nose. As she did this, a vision of taking her by force caused such heat to rise she felt a wetness at the apex of her thighs. But in the end, she was here to be a Gladiator, and one way or another, she needed to gain the respect of those around her.
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 13:20:31</strong>
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				Livia with Aulus in the study / Caris in the kitchen<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Livia</strong></em></span> noted much about him now that had been missed upon the sands when he fought, the blue of his eyes and the wave of his brown hair. On his neck was the mark of the Roman legion and his very posture was confident and assured, a man she thought of rank more than a simple soldier. She eyed him speculatively, allowing her gaze to defer to the older man on occasion, he was not as pleasing to look upon and indeed seemed extremely uncomfortable in his seat.<br><br>She accepted the compliment with a graceful nod to her head, she did not mind his saying so at all and even found his accent pleasant to her ears but she was not famous for her admiration of a beautiful face. Livia was a good woman, strong of character and beautiful of spirit. It took a lot to rankle her calm demeanour and yet she let her fingers curl tightly upon the lions head as he began to explain his earlier actions.<br><br>It would have been easy for her to admit that the female gladiator had been the instigator of the fight but she discovered in this man an admirable quality for taking responsibility for his own actions, something very few seemed capable of doing of late. Again she inclined her head partially, a slight wave of her slender soft hand as if to wave off his concerns in relation to his actions.<br><br><strong>"You behaved in accordance to any man or soldier of worth, I thank you for ... not wounding my latest acquisition and am grateful for your manipulation of the situation she put you in."</strong><br><br>The man gave finally his name and to which legion he was party to. Her features took on a contemplative look. She knew Pompey Magnus by reputation only and wondered that he would send one of his soldiers as an errand boy, looking to the older man she lifted a hand in his direction.<br><strong>"And who is your companion?"</strong><br><br>It was a fair question in her view, she would hear what the message was of course but somehow she thought it best if the elder man were shown somewhere more comfortable to rest. Perhaps their journey was far too harsh for his tired looking frame. She stood and elegantly gathered her toga to the side so as not to tread upon its hem as she walked towards them. <br><strong>"Rise, we shall find you a place to rest while Aulus Livius relates his most important message."</strong><br><br>Without waiting for the old man, she left the room and walked down through the corridor, glancing into first one opened door and then another before a pleasant enough chamber opened before her. It's silver and green damask chaise and drapes were quite pleasing though not at all to her tastes, which was why she had no trouble stepping back and raising her hand to direct the old man inside.<br><br><strong>"Go rest, he shall send for you when he is ready"</strong> she left him to his own devices, giving herself time as she returned to the study to dwell on what Pompey Magnus could possibly want with this Ludus or the owner at least, though of course he had thought his message would be reaching Manius. With Caris deep in the kitchen boiling water and muttering to herself about how inept this household was, Livia re-entered the study and closed the door behind her.<br><strong>"Now ... I will hear this message."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 18:12:23</strong>
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				After what seemed like a very long time, even though it was probably only a minute or so, Patrocles broke the deep kiss that he had shared with Cariad, leaving them both a little weak kneed and breathless.&nbsp; &nbsp;His right hand slid slowly down the side of her cheek from where he had held her face, traced down her throat and across her breast with the backs of his fingers sliding over the slightly distended nipple.&nbsp; As he moved to cup her breast fully and tilted his face to continue his onslaught on her senses by kissing her even more passionately he heard a voice from outside the window.&nbsp; He stopped suddenly, his hand resting on her swollen nipple forgotten; his head turned towards the balcony of the bed chamber as he strained to hear.<br><br><em><strong>Stop!&nbsp; Desist now. Stand apart and drop all weapons, I am moving to the sands. Do as requested and you shall not be punished.</strong></em><br><br><em>Gods… what was she doing?&nbsp; Moving to the sands… without him along side of her?&nbsp; What if the gladiators who fought below did not listen, she was unknown to them.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>He moved quickly away from the slave girl, who leaned against the wall where he left her, a dazed look of confusion registering on her face.&nbsp; He moved quickly to the edge of the balcony and looked down onto the sands below.&nbsp; The two of them had moved down into the villa and were now one floor below the living area where the main balcony was, so as he looked down he guessed the sands to be only 10 or 12 feet below them.&nbsp; He stood to the side of the balcony, partially occluded by a pillar and drew his gladius from its sheath.&nbsp; If things went badly he could easily vault the rail and be on the sands with his sword in hand before even any of the house guards could reach them.&nbsp; He bent his knees, placed a hand on the rail and prepared to jump.<br><br>But as he watched it was unnecessary.&nbsp; The female dropped her weapon and assumed a less threatening stance, as did the roman soldier?&nbsp; Both were breathing hard and looked somewhat battered, but the woman appeared to have taken the worst of it.&nbsp; Blood welled from a gash on her thigh and ran down her leg.&nbsp; Still, she looked formidable, even wounded.&nbsp; The other house guards moved to flank Livia as she ordered the whip to be given back to the soldier.&nbsp; She must not believe him to be any type of threat or she would not rearm him.&nbsp; That left only the woman, who was unarmed and surrounded by not only the soldier, but also several house guards with spears in hand.&nbsp; Patrocles stood easy and re-sheathed his sword as he passed back into the bed chamber.&nbsp; He addressed Cariad with soft tones, <br><br>Ah Cariad, alas that I cannot finish what I started on the now.&nbsp; Later, a time will present itself that you show know the feel of a champion in your bed and know of the pleasure that a real man may bring to a woman… but not today.&nbsp; Return to the house servants, and make yourself busy with overseeing them.&nbsp; I will finish my search and make my report.&nbsp; You shall be summoned when you are needed again.&nbsp; Thank you…<br><br>As the girl left he felt a deep pang of regret at not being able to seize the opportunity that she presented, but he knew it for the best.&nbsp; If he were gone long enough to truly enjoy himself Domina would miss him and wonder at what had taken him so long.&nbsp; Additionally, he knew that she was heated from the sun and the day's events and would likely be in want of his services in the near future. It would not be wise to smell of another woman’s sex when he went to her.&nbsp; While he was not limited to only Domina’s summons, he did have to petition her for permission when he sought to fulfill his carnal desires with others.&nbsp; The only other time he had not sought permission he had been summoned almost immediately afterwards and his lack of performance was less than satisfying to Domina.&nbsp; She had punished him severely for that failure and he had been very careful not to place himself into any situation where he might be called upon again and not be able to rise to the occasion.&nbsp; He watched as Cariad finally turned the corner and he sat down on the bed to gather his thoughts for a minute more.&nbsp; It was then that he spied something on the floor, under and behind the dresser he saw something small and green.&nbsp; Carefully he inspected and picked up the object.&nbsp; A smile crossed his face and he slipped it into the small leather pouch he had tied to the inside of his war skirt.&nbsp; Then he left the room and completed the search of the premises making sure to note any and all entrances and exits to and from the villa, the state of each room, the furnishings, and the state of the house slaves when he found their quarters.&nbsp; <br><br>Lastly he inspected the ludus’ gladiatorial quarters and training area.&nbsp; He noted that the medicus’ chambers seemed to be picked over but in a hurry.&nbsp; There were many things he would have expected to see there that were missing, still many more that if the medicus had planned to leave he would have thought to have taken with him.&nbsp; Perhaps, he had left under duress or without permission.&nbsp; Still, the supplies that were there would prove useful if they were to assume control of this ludus and stay here instead of in the complex that they were in now.&nbsp; He used a wax tablet and made scratches in the soft wax with a stylus to list the small inventory.&nbsp; It was uncommon for soldiers, let alone gladiators, to be able to read and write but it was a skill he had trained in as a child by an itinerant monk who claimed a belief in a crucified God... but it had never been lost to him.&nbsp; <br><br>In addition to the medicus’ empty chambers he also noted the Doctore’s chambers, still complete with all of his personal belongings.&nbsp; The doctor had been killed earlier today by the previous Dominus… Patrocles knew that much.&nbsp; He rifled through the belongings, pocketed several small purses of coins and strapped on the doctore’s sword belt in addition to his own.&nbsp; The gladius was well crafted and the leather of its sheath was supple and well worn.&nbsp; Patrocles tried the sword and it was well balanced, the wooden handle fitting almost perfectly into Patrocles’ own hand.&nbsp; He would of course present it to Domina, but in the mean time he fancied it for himself.&nbsp; He also lifted the trainer’s whip from a hook on the wall and carried it on his own belt as he made his way from the gladiatorial areas and ensured that the doors were locked behind him.&nbsp; It would not go well if he were to have left behind weapons in an area where they could have fallen into the wrong hands, so he was more than justified in carrying them now.<br><br>Having finished his inspection he returned to the balcony to make his report to the Domina and found that the group had moved to the study.&nbsp; He quickly moved to follow them and upon his arrival he found that Domina was just returning to the study after moving the old man into the house.&nbsp; The setting sun shown through the open doors to the balcony, dipping behind her and illuminating her in silhouette.&nbsp; The light made her face all but glow with radiant streaks of reds and orange as if she were a goddess of fire herself.&nbsp; He approached with confidence so as to avoid the appearance that he skulking in the hallway behind her.<br><br>Excuse me, Domina, I return with your report.<br><br>Before he could be acknowledged, however, she walked into the study and closed the door behind her without giving the appearance of seeing or hearing him; leaving him in the hallway alone.&nbsp; Without breaking stride he continued to walk down the passage and the coming to a stop he assumed a position outside the closed doorway awaiting her acknowledgement or summons, which ever came first.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 22:38:04</strong>
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				Aulus’ honesty was quite a unique trait, especially considering the fact that he was Roman.&nbsp; He had always accepted the consequences of his actions starting from the day his unit was massacred in Armenia, and to this day he honored that trait even by confessing to his actions to the owner of the estate.&nbsp; In the military depending of the severity of the atrocity the punishment could range from lashings to imprisonment or even being thrown off a cliff.&nbsp; The difference in this situation however was that this was not the military but a private estate with an owner having almost one of her treasures permanently damaged.&nbsp; There was no excuse for his actions, but at the same time very little choice in his actions.&nbsp; Regardless, he was prepared for any punishment that awaited him.&nbsp; His lack of knowledge in politics left him oblivious to the fact that as Pompey’s personal messenger he was better kept alive then killed and invoke the wrath of the Senate.&nbsp; <br><br>When Livia had excused Aulus of his actions and in fact thanked him for his handling of the situation the soldier could not help but feel a significant weight be cast of his soldiers.&nbsp; Despite this sense of relief the young man maintained his composure, daring not to show any sign of weakness in his mind.&nbsp; Of course at the same time the internal sigh of relief was also due to the fact that he was able to conceal his curse thus far.&nbsp; It was only evident that the matter had been put to rest when she moved to a different topic of conversation.&nbsp; By all means she was the owner of this estate as it seemed and she was entitled to any information asked of him.&nbsp; When she asked for his companion’s name, Antonious was happy to answer for this formidable woman.<br><br>“My name is Antonious Gavius, merchant extraordinaire.&nbsp; I am this young man’s temporary guardian.”<br><br>It was as he said, the young man was under the guidance of this much older man.&nbsp; How amusing it could be looked at from Livia’s point of view.&nbsp; Here we have a man full of compliment and promise, yet kept under a small but visible leash by this so called “guardian”.&nbsp; Whatever information this soldier bared however was only significant to both Livia and the soldier, hence the presence of Antonious was not essential.&nbsp; At least that was how Aulus saw it, his mind behaving like a soldier as it tried to contemplate every move possible following up to this moment.&nbsp; Does the woman dismiss his guardian or allow him to stay.<br><br><strong>"Rise, we shall find you a place to rest while Aulus Livius relates his most important message."</strong><br><br>Livia determined it seemed that the older gentlemen could perhaps use a rest.&nbsp; Considering the travels he had endured, the wait, and the match itself must have worn the old soul.&nbsp; Livia had been kind of enough to escort him to a private chamber where he be allowed to rest.&nbsp; She insisted however that Aulus remained in the study, which he humbly obliged while awaiting her return.&nbsp; When she had left the study his body collapsed at the pain that stabbed at his body endlessly, particularly at the neck and wrists.&nbsp; The wound on his neck had reopened once again due to the tension of the environment during his trial, but fortunately his clothing would be enough to act as a rag to soak up the hot blood till he dried once more.&nbsp; In addition his wrists had suffered as well, most likely due to having to use a weapon that&nbsp; he had thought to have put away for good.&nbsp; Even a weapon such as his is unable to separate master from enemy so it would be surprising if that whip had bite not just at that female gladiator.&nbsp; Aulus only had enough time however to wrap one wound before Livia’s return and for the sake of appearance he choose the neck wound to bandage so to not disgust her with his seeping blood.&nbsp; His timing couldn’t have been any closer for Livia returned the moment he tied the knot of his bandage around his neck.<br><br><strong> "Now ... I will hear this message."</strong><br><br>With Livia now able to focus on Aulus, she could note some of his more distinguishable features, such as the faint but visible scars that encompassed his arms, and the slight trembling in his hands and wrists despite a firm and stable core of his body.<br><br>“Pompey Magnus has grown very concern in regards to the Republic.&nbsp; The latest wars have called upon us to offer more of Rome’s blood to challenge the barbarians that gather at our gates and the pirates that threaten our trade.&nbsp; Pompey feels however that the people have given so much that they are to be reward for their loyalty and support.&nbsp; Therefore the Republics believes that a series of games reminding the people of Rome’s glory is essential and advisable to restore that trust once more. As such the senate has decided to invoke the Republic’s first tournament involving every province of Rome’s sovereignty.&nbsp; Each province is to hold its own tournament which will be financed and mediated by a pair of senators sent to each province.&nbsp; Whichever Ludus wins the province tournament will be allowed to qualify for the tournament that will be held in the Rome herself.”<br><br>Aulus allowed himself a brief pause to allow Livia to gather her thoughts following the personal request of Pompey himself.&nbsp; No doubt she would have quite a few questions to follow.&nbsp; Which he would gladly answer. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 08:15:56</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon in the Baths</strong><br><br>When Ryann suddenly sprung, he'd expected a lot of things but not for her to go for his hair. Once she grasped hold, he knew what'd follow next and would lean his head further down so that she knocked his forehead into her own. Shaking his head lightly for a moment before he pushed her back into the wall hard with his forearm. It felt like his forehead was ringing, he hadn't expected her to have that tough of a skull. Looking down into Ryann's eyes, his breathing came somewhat raggedly as he whispered in a heated growl <strong>"That...was cute. Now what should I do with you?"</strong> <br><br>She looked like absolute perfection, and the most striking thing about her. At least in Ammon's eyes currently was she didn't fear him. She was definitely tense, but he wasn't able to place what it was. Dragging his lips slowly over the side of her face, he placed them gingerly to her cheek and chuckled <strong>"I think...killing you, at least right away would be a waste...I'm always in the mood for romance after a fight."</strong> With that he hungrily shoved his lips to hers, attempting to claim her in a passionate yet exceedingly rough kiss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 21:21:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em><strong>~The Claiming of Ryann~</strong></em></div><br>Ryann had hoped to feel a crunch of bone, the warmth of blood gushing forth from a broken nose. This was not to be the case however. Ammon was quick enough to realize her tactic, and ducked his head in time for her attack to meet harshly. Her head rang from the contact, and she staggered slightly. Were it not for the wall behind her, and his body against hers, she might have crumpled. She managed to regain her senses somewhat, even as her emerald gaze remained captured within the darkness of Ammon's orbs. Finally he tore his heated gaze away, and her lids fluttered shut as his harsh growl penetrated her ear, promising not to kill her...yet. His lips left a trail of fire across her cheek and her head dipped to meet the gesture, just before his mouth claimed her own roughly, his kiss harsh and hungry.<br><br>It would be then she would finally make a noise, her groan guttural as she met his kiss, opening her mouth to his, taking this as almost a battle as well. She would return his kiss just as rough, nigh on working to eat his mouth. So rough it was that his teeth cut her lip, and she tasted blood, and she didn't care. Her fingers were still entwined within his long dark hair, tightening even more as she held his face to hers eagerly. Upon her toes she would move, pressing soft globes against the hardness of his chest, seeking to delve into his kiss even more. One leg would lift, wrapping around his own with a strength he would surely feel, her groin pressing more against his own with the gesture.<br><br>Yet with a gasp she would yank his head back, her lower lip red with blood, and her mouth would work into a snarled smile as her hot gaze bore into his own. She found her voice somehow, it was low and purring, her tongue easing slowly over kiss plumped tiers. “ You told me once I shouldn't want to meet you in battle and to pray I did not. I find that I do want to come up against your expertise Egyptian...” she was panting, her eyes aflame with desire, and she searched his gaze for a few hot moments before devouring his mouth once again, one hand releasing his head to travel to a broad shoulder, fingers grasping tightly to flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 13:41:14</strong>
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				Livia with Aulus // Caris speaks to Patrocles<br><br>Livia entered blind to her waiting gladiator on the balcony outside, after speaking she closed the door and saw the hasty retreat of hands from the man's neck and as she walked slowly around him noted for the first time the damage he had suffered on the sands. There were possibly older scars too for soldiers did not go through life untarnished but it was to the fresh scars she looked at, seeing for the first time how he too seemed as exhausted as the elderly man. <br><br>Allowing him to relay his message she indicated a chaise before glancing about her. Confounded that this place had no staff or resources at her immediate disposal and what was keeping Caris with the water! <br><br><strong>"You are wounded and near the gates of Hades if you remain standing. You shall be of little use to me dead and I will not have Pompey charge me coin for the loss of one of his men."</strong><br><br>The news that Aulus had brought to her was good, most especially now since this Ludus was hers. Her gladiators needed a good fight, a decent arena and with the main prize to fight in Rome, all her gladiators knew that eventually their hard work paid off with their inevitable freedom, that they lived long enough to see it at least.<br><br><strong>"You have wounds that need tending, remove your armour so I can assess them."</strong><br>Livia stood waiting and looking at him, not once averting her gaze she had seen plenty of naked men and none had yet caused her to blush but she would not see one now drip blood from wounds that could fester.<br><br>-----------------<br><br>Caris carried at last the urn of water back up through the house only to see Patrocles be ignored by the Domina, a smile came to her features before she glanced about her. Where was the girl he had been sent to view the Ludus with? She approached as he took position outside the door.<br>"Stand aside gladiator, I am required inside even if you are not."
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 08:07:47</strong>
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				<strong>The Baths.</strong><br><br>When Ryann returned the kiss, Ammon held firm and allowed it to linger. Every bit of fire that she released, was matched intensely by him as he could taste the faint coppery hints of her blood in his own mouth. The world around him ceased to matter, and little things he found himself vaguely aware of. One of Ryann's legs made their way around his body and he could somewhat make out the feel of her groin pressed lightly to his own. The woman's jagged nipples pushed hard against his chest as he hungrily claimed her before she broke the kiss and his eyes rested on hers for a moment in confusion. <br><br>As she spoke, he found his eyes narrowing some and actually wondered to himself if she was actually considering the possibility of attempting to deny him access to her body. That wouldn't go over well with Ammon at all, especially not at this point however those thoughts vanished when she finished and her lips were upon his once more. His large strong hands groped at her tight firm body, and one slid down to cup her round backside tightly. His fingers kneading the flesh as they sunk in some while his tongue probed the inside of Ryann's mouth. However he'd break this kiss, as he needed to establish dominance. Wrapping a hand around her slender throat lightly, an animalistic grin found its way onto his face before he placed kisses at the side of her face and whispered <strong>"...I'll not be gentle with you."</strong> Breathing in deeply before his hands grasped her hips and turned her around harshly before shoving her into the wall. He dropped down to his knees and commanded her to <strong>"Part your legs, now."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>18-10-2011, 22:56:32</strong>
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				Aulus had to confess (under silence of course) that conveying messages was not exactly his best quality.&nbsp; When delivering messages it was always unclear as to how one would reply under situations such as these.&nbsp; From what he had currently witnessed Livia seemed quite stable and strong willed in absorbing every word that escaped from the young soldier’s lips.&nbsp; For Aulus it left him nervous struggling with both his wounds and praying that his words were enough to please her ears.&nbsp; The matter such as it is wasn’t something that Aulus held dear to.&nbsp; For him soldiers (especially those blessed by Mars) were bred for one purpose: war.&nbsp; What did matter to him currently, though he would never admit it, was how his thirst for water was only growing greater with fatigue as a consequence for his lack of hydration. Livia, able to conclude his wear and fatigue wasted no time in addressing his condition.<br><br><strong>"You are wounded and near the gates of Hades if you remain standing. You shall be of little use to me dead and I will not have Pompey charge me coin for the loss of one of his men."</strong><br><br>How interesting it was to see a noble share a concern for someone who was technically expendable.&nbsp; Men such as Aulus while still rare in certain realms were still one of many of the loyal men who pledge their loyalty and life for the prosperity of Rome. &nbsp;“Even when wounded Hades would have to answer to the god of war himself before he’d allow me to enter those gates.&nbsp; Besides, after delivering this message to you your ladyship I have completed my last duty.&nbsp; I have been honorably discharged from the legion by Pompey himself thus no one holds dominion over my life as of now.”&nbsp; Honesty, a very difficult trait to wager.&nbsp; For Romans it was difficult to maintain honesty for many, especially men, since they always seem to carry a personal ambition that would be willing achieve even if to use deceit and cunning.&nbsp; Aulus didn’t share such a deceitful trait, in fact his honesty allowed him to maintain his purity, alongside his more unique lack of indulgences.<br><br><strong>"You have wounds that need tending, remove your armour so I can assess them."</strong><br><br>The request from Livia left him completely surprised, if not baffled.&nbsp; Why would a noble lady want to get her hands dirty on something that wasn’t hers and also compared to her a lower pleb/peon.&nbsp; So surprising it was that it had an instant effect on Aulus showing cheeks flushed as the blood that dripped from his neck.&nbsp; His eyes showed some sign of possible shock but the flushed cheeks would probably serve as the bigger distraction.&nbsp; His shyness left him turning his head slightly as if embarrassed of the idea of stripping his upper garments for her pleasure, which she disguised with concern over his wounds.<br><br>“As you wish…”<br><br>How else could he refuse her, he was after all in her estate and therefore inside her realm.&nbsp; It only seemed natural with that conclusion that he obey without prejudice.&nbsp; But despite the fact that he would obey, he couldn’t find the courage to face her directly as he prepared to strip down.&nbsp; It was indeed embarrassing for him to expose himself to another woman.&nbsp; Like Lilianna before her Livia was the second woman whom wished to observe him even closer, such a thing he was not used to since he had yet to feel the warmth of another women’s flesh against his.&nbsp; Such matters and thoughts would have to be bottled inside him for he had a request that he was obligated to obey.<br>His hands reached at the strings of the upper section of his tunic untying the complex knots that he had grown accustom to.&nbsp; Some seconds would pass however until he could freely remove the strings from his garments letting the leather cloth drop from his bodice.&nbsp; His physique certainly told a lot about him, it wasn’t bulky like the stock of this Ludus, but it was clear just how strong he was indeed.&nbsp; The lines of his muscle were so well grooved and carved into his body that it was almost like looking at a tan statue.&nbsp; Normally to gain muscle mass one had to grow first in mass by eating foods that would perhaps plump the normal citizen.&nbsp; &nbsp;Aulus however took a more radical approach; it was easy to conclude that there was not a shred of fat on him, or at least fat that was useless, any fat if there was any was used to help shape his muscle that helped expand beyond his smaller frame.&nbsp; In a way you could say it was looking at a tan marble statue, carrying with it the experience and hidden ferocity that remained locked inside him.&nbsp; To add to his chiseled features, the history of his battles was written all over his chest and back.<br><br>His chest was riddled with a variety of scars to appease to the lady’s eyes.&nbsp; Sword marks, arrow punctures, burns from what most likely concluded from torture, all aimed at different spots, some even life threatening locations.&nbsp; Even the wound on his neck seemed like a natural one given the young mans history.&nbsp; The blood that had escaped from the wound had dried and crusted along the side of his neck and parts of his chest. However the most unique scar had to come from the left side of his shoulder that ran down to the front of his chest in a short but wide scar.&nbsp; Whatever weapon was used to create this scar, it was only evident that it was quite malicious.&nbsp; One could describe it as a creature that hooked and ripped apart a side strip of his flesh leaving very little skin behind to allow the wound to heal properly.&nbsp; Instead it was a mass of scar tissue that nearly created a divot across his chest, leaving the viewer to wonder what could cause such a monstrosity.&nbsp; During this stripping moment Aulus remained flustered if not shy by the way Livia consumed him with her very eyes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 12:12:12</strong>
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				<em><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Aulus/ Caris / Patrocles -- the study</em><br><br>Livia smiled at his words, so the man was discharged with no one to command him. It seemed a waste of a perfectly good soldier but what did a man used to having his day dictated to him turn his hand too when all was said and done. What sort of occupation could he seek that would give him the same honour that his role as a soldier of Rome had? Still Livia did not avert her gaze but watched the man as he instead turned from her to disrobe.<br><br>Again a smile danced upon her features, she was used to the brash arrogance of the gladiators who would have no hesitancy in stripping to their skin before her if she so ordered. The flushed features endeared him to her and she wished Caris would move swiftly with the water, the man so obviously needed a wash as well as a drink. Each item removed let her witness the scars, the bruises, the cuts. His body was a masterpiece of tone and form but also of trophies from battles past.<br><br>There were fresh wounds but she did not think these were created by the woman he had fought moments before, these would all need to be treated of course. A proposition was forming in her mind as she continued her silent inspection of him. She saw the largest scar upon his chest and wondered at what could have created such a wound and approached him slowly. A soft hand reached up to let her finger tips brush against this particular scar, her gaze moved to his face.<br><br><strong>"While you are under my roof Aulus Livius, I hold dominion over you"</strong> her voice was like a soothing balm to the soul, caressing him as her fingers continued their gentle probing of his scar, moving slowly to glide up along his side, <strong>"Your wounds are vast, lie down so they can be tended too."</strong><br><br>She stepped aside allowing her gaze to move along his athletic form once more and liking all she saw, wounds and all. <br><br>Caris all but stomped her foot and attempted to push past Patrocles at the door, glaring up at him.<br>"Step aside you fool" she commanded her voice rising a notch, enough for Livia to hear and move to the door as she waited for Aulus to lay upon the chaise. This day was becoming most tiresome that she had to silence even her own servants now. Opening the door she looked upon the two of them and held her hands for the urn of water. <br><br><strong>"Go and try to eat, it has been a long day. Report to me in the morning Patrocles. We shall be staying here this night it seems, find yourselves ample quarters to rest. Go and ... by the gods do press my ears with your voices again."</strong><br>She closed the door behind her, giving neither a chance to speak but moved with the urn to the desk and filled a goblet of the tepid liquid. Livia brought the drink to Aulus and pressed it into his hand before returning to the urn. Carrying it to the chaise, she used a piece of his own toga as a rag and dampening it applied the cold compress to his forehead.<br><br><strong>"You must rest, I have plans for you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 18:29:04</strong>
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				<em>Step aside you fool.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Patrocles heard Caris bark at him as if she were the Domina herself.&nbsp; He already stood, to one side of the door, not blocking it in any way, but as she looked past him towards the door he realized that with the large water pitcher that she was carrying she could not open the door.&nbsp; He stepped one side further from the door, smiling wryly at her, as if to say, “<em>By all means, go right ahead</em>” all the while knowing that she could not and would need to ask for him to open the door for her.&nbsp; He relished the thought of hearing her have to swallow her pride and ask for his help.&nbsp; He did not, however, realize that she had spoken so loudly as to disturb Livia and her guest, the Roman soldier.&nbsp; Suddenly, the door was jerked inward and Domina appeared with a stern and agitated expression on her face.&nbsp; <em>Shit, that is not gonna be good for you now you dumb bitch,</em> he thought to himself.<br><br><strong>“Go and try to eat, it has been a long day. Report to me in the morning Patrocles. We shall be staying here this night it seems, find yourselves ample quarters to rest. Go and ... by the gods do press my ears with your voices again."</strong><br><br>Then she took the water pitcher from Caris’ hands and shut the door again before he was given time to even acknowledge the order.&nbsp; As the door clicked into place he shot Caris a look that would have withered the hardiest of desert grasses as if to say <em>“See what you did now.”&nbsp; </em> &nbsp;Without a word he stepped past her, not taking the care to walk around her, and his shoulder roughly pushed through hers as he passed.&nbsp; <br><br>He stalked angrily down the passage and rounded several bends with Caris hot on his heels; with more angry words on her tongue he was sure.&nbsp; After moving several hallways away, and well outside of the earshot of Domina he wheeled suddenly, catching Caris completely by surprise and his left arm shot out towards her, grasping her throat with is index finger and thumb extending to just below the joint of her jaw on either side.&nbsp; With all of the frustration and anger he felt towards her at the moment coming to a head he shoved her hard against the stone wall and lifted until she slid up the wall so that only her toes rested on the ground.&nbsp; This would enable her to support some of her weight on her own feet and prevent her from choking too quickly, but would still keep her well off balance.&nbsp; As the back of her head hit the wall, hard, he enjoyed the sound of the soft “thunk” but immediately stepped into her and placed his face inches from hers, giving him additional leverage to hold her, and stepped to stand sideways so as to not allow her an easy target should she decide to struggle and attempt to kick him in the groin.<br><br>A fool am I, Bitch!!?&nbsp; Is that what I am? he hissed through almost clenched teeth.&nbsp; A foolish man who fights for a living and can be ordered around by the likes of you?&nbsp; &nbsp;I am not the one to have us dismissed from service this night without fulfilling our duties.&nbsp; You walk around here all day playing at a role of importance, but you are nothing but a puffed up slave who thinks to rise above her station.&nbsp; You look down on me, call me gladiator and think it an insult, but your are just a dumb bit of skirt that carries water and waits on Domina.&nbsp; Your role could be fulfilled by any number of other servants, you bring no money or honor to the ludus or to Domina’s family name.&nbsp; <br><br>Yes, I am a gladiator; I make my way through the world by bleeding my opponent dry.&nbsp; I live by forcing another’s death… you should mark well what that means.&nbsp; And when the sands run red with the blood of my opponent I bring honor to myself and coin to Domina’s purse.&nbsp; The crowds know my name and love me for the entertainment that I bring to them in the arena.&nbsp; I have never been beaten, and I am certainly no brutish fool, which is why I stand here now.&nbsp; You… you can be replaced at any time, and no one would ever care a shit’s worth for it.<br><br>With his right hand he reached up and grabbed her breast roughly, mashing it hard against her, then tightening his grip, squeezing until he was sure it became very painful.&nbsp; His left hand tightened as well, completely cutting off her air way.&nbsp; I could kill you right now, you little whore, and no one but me would know what happened.&nbsp; Do you think for a second that Domina would doubt me when I told you that one of the servants here, looking to replace you, or an unknown gladiator that was here when we arrived killed you while having a little sport with you that went too far?&nbsp; The accused would be blamed and killed without hesitation or without another thought about their protestation, but at the end of it, I would still be champion, I would still be called to fuck our beloved Domina to her body’s contentment… and you would be mourned by none.&nbsp; &nbsp;His right hand closed tighter, sliding down her breast until just her nipple was pinched tightly between his thumb and forefinger.&nbsp; He pinched as tightly as he could, twisting her nipple maliciously hoping to extract even the slightest squeak of pain through her now closed airway.&nbsp; If you ever, and I mean <em><strong>ever</strong></em>, speak to me as you did outside the Domina’s door again; if you ever try to embarrass me in front of her again, I promise you will not live through that night.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>With a final twist of his fingers he released her nipple, letting blood flow back into it all at once, and threw her to the floor.&nbsp; I tire of your presence, and grow hungry.&nbsp; I will do as I was instructed and find food in the kitchens, then I will go to my chamber for the night, with any luck, I will not be alone.&nbsp; You should make yourself scarce so as to not provoke me further.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Without waiting for any response he turned and walked through the empty hallways of the villa to the kitchen, making himself a plate from the food offered and sat down at an empty table to eat while he watched the other servants and a few of the lesser gladiators as they mulled about the room eating and talking to each other cautiously.&nbsp; He noticed that the female gladiator that had fought earlier today was not here now, nor was the Egyptuan that he had heard called Ammon.&nbsp; The thought fled from his mind without much effort as he continued to peer around the room.&nbsp; No one knew quite to make of the new ownership, or what they would expect of their lives when the morrow rose on them.&nbsp; He thought he sensed an air of optimistic weariness, as if they hoped that the new Domina would be far better, less cruel, and more stable than the man who had trooped out of there that afternoon with half of his stock and staff.&nbsp; Tomorrow’s dawn would of course bring new things to light, and with that thought he leaned back against the wall and watched, hoping that he might catch a glimpse of Cariad again before he retired to his chambers.&nbsp; Perhaps, she would be willing to help him break in his new bed; and he could show her the pleasure that a man can bring to a woman.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>24-10-2011, 21:03:32</strong>
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				For having to display his body towards normally Aulus would have kept calm and poised like a statue of flesh.&nbsp; With the eyes of a woman upon him it created a wave of fluster and broke at his enduring calmness.&nbsp; Every gaze, every sweep of examination by Livia became a giant stone weighted on his soul.&nbsp; Combined with the dehydration it would be enough to make a normal man collapse from the pressure of her approval.&nbsp; Aulus though still standing was not perfect in his current condition.&nbsp; It would seem that her words held true when she first regarded his neck wound.&nbsp; Indeed much blood had already fled his body through that very wound, and it was already beginning to weaken him.&nbsp; For breath moments his vision began to lose focus as if his world was slowly falling away into a shadow that was his fatigue.&nbsp; Mars help him should he collapse during the probe of Livia’s piercing eyes.<br><br>It was almost like being tortured but only harming oneself for the pride of being a Roman, and in front of a woman no doubt.&nbsp; Aulus had probably no experience with women which would possibly explain his inability to look at her face, which only amplified his appeal the moment her fingers came in contact with his skin.&nbsp; For Livia she would see a totally new part of the young soldier during her exposure to Aulus’ skin.&nbsp; As predictable his face remained unable to make direct eye contact with her, but she could witness the redness in his cheeks to show much fluster, meaning that his blood had been and still remained boiled by the overwhelming stare of her observation.&nbsp; His forehead, much like his body, began to perspired revealing droplets of sweat trailing down his face and below his neck giving a possible natural shine to his body with help from the sun of course.&nbsp; His breathing was slow but Livia’s ears were as sharp as her eyes she could hear the faint sound of his lips desperately clinging to every breath.&nbsp; The thought of those virgin lips clinging to her own would probably have consumed Livia’s fantasies if of course that was her focus.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Your wounds are vast, lie down so they can be tended too."</strong><br><br>Her words were kind and soothing to his ears, even despite is shy character.&nbsp; His honor also dictated that he obeyed, after all it was as she said, <strong>"While you are under my roof Aulus Livius, I hold dominion over you." </strong> So long as he remained under her estate he was obligated to obey the rules and requests that she made.&nbsp; He kept pace with Livia never to over step or drag her behind, a skill Aulus had perfected in the military.&nbsp; Livia was kind though to be the guide to this escort, arriving next to the chaise.&nbsp; She offered the seat to Aulus, which he kindly accepted, allowing his body to rest finally. <br><br>He made a note however to disarm himself of the weapon that he had wielded in the match resting it on the table next to the chaise. The whip uncoiled briefly finding one end wrapped around the leg of one of the tables.&nbsp; A fearsome weapon it was, and at times bearing it’s own will.&nbsp; With that done he watched as Livia approached the doors to find two of her servants just outside.&nbsp; Perhaps their curiosity was encouraged them to listen in or perhaps even spy on what their master was doing.&nbsp; Either way it was difficult to make out for Aulus, for when his body was at a rested position his fatigue only amplified leaving him unable to fully make out the words that Livia had spoken to towards her servants.&nbsp; <br><br>Before even being able to comprehend what was going Livia had already closed the doors and already had poured a liquid into a goblet.&nbsp; What was this liquid?&nbsp; Could it have been water?...Wine? It didn’t matter what it was frankly just so long as he was able to parch his lips with a liquid he was would be more then content.&nbsp; Livia was quick then to move towards Aulus bestowing him the goblet with the clear liquid.&nbsp; &nbsp;Despite his movements being a lot slower now that he was in a rested position he was successful to bring the goblet to his lips letting his feel water moisten his lips and once again restore the desert that was his body.&nbsp; <br><br>For the first time Livia got the opportunity to see a greedy Aulus as he consumed the liquid lacking in self control, making him finish the goblet in but a few seconds upon pressing the goblet to his lips.&nbsp; When he was finished his breathing had already begun to improve and his body began to relax to the cooling sensation of the water.&nbsp; A small smile curled at Aulus lips after receiving what he would determine as a gift from the gods passed to Livia to help him.&nbsp; If that wasn’t enough, the woman also took the liberty to dampen a cloth to cool his forehead.&nbsp; His eyes looked to her with shock if not awe at her, like a wolf cub to a parent.&nbsp; She had done so much for him and all he had done was just deliver a message and nearly killed of her stock, leaving a trail of guilt and gratefulness.&nbsp; Of course once he realized that this was a women he found attraction towards his cheeks once again returned to their embarrassed state, followed by his eyes trailing off as well.&nbsp; No doubt he found attraction towards women but expressing it was a more difficult challenge the young man would need to learn.<br><br>“You gratitude will not go unnoticed, both Mars and I shall never forget your gracious actions.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 15:49:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Caris.jpg)</div>Caris followed him not in the least bit perturbed by her Domina's dismissal, it had been a long day after all and the events that had transpired were enough to wear even the most hardened of people out. She merely smiled and bowed her head politely, catching a glimpse of the naked wounded soldier within the study before she moved on. If the Domina wished to partake of a man instead of a gladiator then good for her. Caris looked at the tense shoulders of Patrocles as he walked ahead of her and could not suppress the smirk. He had twice been cast from the Domina's side that day, he must not be overly happy with the matter.<br><br>Through varying corridors they turned and it was in her to tell him that the kitchen had a far easier route but suddenly he turned on her and pinned her to the wall, her throat caught in his firm grip. Slowly he lifted her until she stood upon her toes, gasping for reprieve. How dare he!<br>He was angry and she had suspected as much but it did not engage any fear in the slave but excitement. She could feel it pool between her legs as he hissed his threats at her. The man was nothing short of a god but she would never utter one word of that to him, he had far too much of his ego spread about the place as it was. <br><br>A dumb bit of skirt, he was as stupid as he was a brute. Her family had been servants to Domina's all their lives and her own would continue in the same tradition. It was more likely that Livia's trusted and precious servant would stay long after this champion had met his fate in the sands. She contained her smirk, for she firmly believed that ..... was simply biding his time to claim his place as the Ludus champion once again. He had been so once before when Dominus Metalla was alive and would be so again. Caris was certain of it and where would this upstart be then?<br><br>Indeed with so many gladiators to choose from now, his place as Ludus champion was in jeopardy and with it his place in Livia's bed. Caris allowed him his heated words, she was privvy to far more than he realised. She had the ears of the servants and the gladiators that had been in Ludus Metalla long before this one had come to its sands.<br><br>She was not prepared for him to grab at her breast, he had never thought to&nbsp; touch her before and now he did so with a force that she expected of him. His strong grip squeezed at the orb until she hissed in pain but she did not flinch, she could not for his other hand grew tighter yet on her throat. A small gasp escaped her, his words were now true enough. Domina Livia would have no reason to doubt Patrocles word if he were to toss her off the cliff edge and blame another. Her eyes were livid with fear, anger and lust, her body could not seem to determine which of these she felt the most. <br><br>Her nipple was tormented next, the sharp pinch bringing a hissed out groan from her lips. Did he not know he was his own embarrassment, he sauntered about as if he were the blasted Dominus himself fucking and fighting like he ruled the roost. Oh what a land he was in for, Caris was certain of it. This was an entirely different Ludus with entirely different players and he was but a small fish now in a very big pond. How long would he last? Releasing her nipple she whimpered as he all but tossed her to the floor. Caris clutched at her breast and seethed up at him, she clamped her mouth shut. <br><br>She was not the fool he thought she was, she could bide her time before repaying the humiliation. Waiting for him to leave before she rose to her feet, Caris straightened her toga tilted her chin proudly and moved off to find a room for herself to bed down in for the night. The servants quarters were not too far away thank goodness and once there, she found herself a cot to sleep in. Yes she was hungry but she did not feel very much like making her way to the kitchen and finding Patrocles there. Undressing she slipped beneath the single sheet, letting the cool fabric brush against her skin, as her hands dipped low and she began to masturbate imgaining the feel of Patrocles hand once again upon her breast.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 15:51:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Livia.jpg)</div>Livia watched him drink and had waited for him to settle the goblet again before matting at his brow, dipping the cloth in to the bowl of water she began to wash at the scar upon his neck. Moping at the congealed blood to clean the worsed of it from him. Her hands gently sponged down his torso and she noted the blush upon his face with every touch she made. His words of gratitude were exactly what she had wanted to hear and they would be well used when he had rested enough. <br><br>His blushed cheeks did much to tantalise her, all day long the heat of the sun, the play of words and flirtations from Manius, the touch of Patrocles and even Caris, the heated fight upon the sands as she had watched this man break a sweat and fight with vigor and compulsion, all had been building a fire inside of her that she was certain would blaze into an inferno if it were not quenched soon. She glanced to the whip he had set aside though her hands still wiped the damp cloth across his torso. <br><br>One hand moved to stroke gently along his arm, the other still cloth in hand began to glide lower with sweeping circular motions, so gentle that what was on her mind right now was not at all evident. Her hand lifted his own tentatively as if she were viewing every facet of it, the damp cloth now washed just above Aulus' pelvis. <br><br><strong>"You blush Aulus Livius. Have your wounds never been tended too before?"</strong> she asked, though she was certain that no Roman medic would have tended to any soldier with such brazen familiarity. Her gaze shifted to look at his face, he was beautiful to look upon. Some gladiators were either ghastly in appearance from birth or had been so badly wounded in the arena, so as to be forever monstrous; while others were the stuff of fantasies. Strikingly handsome with muscles gifted by the gods, this young man however was none of these. His body was beautifully lean and sculpted and though riddled with many scars he was still breathtaking to behold. <br><br>She allowed her gaze to shift over his body very slowly and deliberately, so that he would see where her eyes wandered too. The hand she held she gradually brought close to her, slid it easily through the cleavage of her toga and pressed it on to her breast. Removing her hand from his she wondered what the man would do with it now and smiled to herself. The idea of having dominion over this particular man was exciting and she was determined to keep him under her roof. The cloth fell from her hand as her fingers slid over his shaft, her gaze returned to his as her hand softly caressed along his length. <br><br><strong>"My gratitude knows no&nbsp; bounds Aulus Livius"</strong> a soft moan escaped her mouth as she smiled at him, her smile was pure of lust. She would have him, rested or not; wounded or healed. She was determined to ease the tempest that was welling inside of her and pooling in her sex, <strong>"You are mine now"</strong> her hand curved around his phallus possessively and her soft caresses became firm strokes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 03:21:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div> <br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>~Ryann, the Baths with Ammon~</strong></em></div><br>The broken kiss left Ryann gasping, her chin lifting slightly, green eyes shining with lust as Ammon's hand settled about her throat in an almost teasing manner. Her lids would flutter as his kisses brought her face to tilt in towards his lips, towards his rumbled words of not being gentle.<br><br>A shudder and a moan was his answer, her own lips working down his neck, licking free the sweat and feeling the pulse of his blood quickening through his veins. But her efforts were interrupted by his strength gripping at her hips and turning her harshly against the wall. Fingers clenched over the stone, slick from steam of the baths, quite prepared for him to simply take her then and there. Her body tensed, willing yet still holding virginal trepidation. How much would it hurt, and for how long? Ah such silly questions, such ones a girl-child would think on! Her mouth would curl into a snarl, forehead meeting the wall as she silently berated herself.<br><br>But it seemed Ammon had other ideas. She felt his body move down hers, and his order to part her legs brought on confusion. Scowling, her head would turn, bright eyes gazing down at him behind her, and the look in his fathomless eyes alone caused her to shift muscled legs apart as he commanded. Her tongue teased across her lips as questions came out in a whisper.<br><br>“ I do not understand. What are you doing, to be on your knees in such a manner....?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 16:01:30</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon in the baths with Ryann.</strong><br><br>Ammon simply answered <strong>"You'll see."</strong> Before his large hands went to her rounded buttocks and grasped at the orbs, his fingertips digging into her cheeks lightly as he spread them outwards and guided her bottom closer to his mouth. Licking his lips once, the gladiator stuck his tongue out and slowly began running it over Ryann's bare slit in broad swipes. These movements wouldn't cease and his tongue ran continously from her entrance to her clit. After a few moments of this, her hips were raised more and the tip of his tongue rested flatly on her clit before rolling around it in small tense little circles that gradually increased in speed. All the while his fingers squeezed her ass more deeply and raised her cheeks upwards in addition to holding them outwards. His tongue slid back to her entrance, and letting go of one of her cheeks, he used two fingers to part her nether lips open and shoved his tongue quite unceremoniously into her virgin hole and eagerly began lapping at it. Holding her firmly against the wall as he glanced upwards every now and then, only to ensure obedience while twisting his tongue fluidly inside of her tight channel. One of his hands was now squeezing at the cheek it was holding with an incredibly tight grip before closing his eyes blissfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 23:19:02</strong>
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				Aulus body had been met with fierce attrition; the raging sun, the scars of his past, and even now new scars were to be added following the skirmish with the female gladiator.&nbsp; Yet it only required the soft, cold sponge from the hands of Livia to coax his body and his mind to rest.&nbsp; It was a feeling Aulus had rarely felt in his life leaving in one might described as a drugged state.&nbsp; His eyelids were like anvils as they tried to force themselves shut so for him to rest.&nbsp; Unfortunately his honor and unbroken spirit commanded him to remain awake, but come night fall he would most certainly be resting to recover from the attritions of this day.&nbsp; To his surprise, after she had finished beading his head with the damp cloth, she had moved to the wound at his neck.&nbsp; Fortunately the wound had healed well enough to stop bleeding thanks largely to the bandage he had wrapped around his neck, so the only task remaining was removing the congealed blood that spread across his neck and collar.&nbsp; Each wipe of the damp cloth parted the blood from his skin revealing more of the heinous scar unique from all the others.&nbsp; <br><br>Apparently whatever had done this had nearly taken his life.&nbsp; It was then perhaps when Livia gaze adverted for but a brief moment from him to the weapon he carried with him: the double tailed whip.&nbsp; Aulus turned his gaze towards the barbaric weapon as well recalling its entire history and struggling to project the thoughts into words to feed Livia’s curiosity.<br><br>“A weapon of my own design, years ago it was considered one of the most ferocious I ever wielded.&nbsp; A weapon is but a tool aimed at its master’s enemies.&nbsp; This weapon however did not care if it what its masters or its enemies blood, it demanded blood much like Mars demands his soldiers.”&nbsp; His left hand moved towards his scar gliding his finger along the trajectory of the horrific wound. “This was my first mistake.&nbsp; The second was when I finally mastered it.&nbsp; To avoid a third and final mistake I had its teeth removed.”<br><br>Even if she had any questions in regards to his story it did not hold Livia back from her continuous motion with the damp cloth against his chest.&nbsp; Even more daring however was when she distracted him by stroking his arm while telling his weapon’s history.&nbsp; During that time she was coy to move far below his chest stopping just above his pelvis.&nbsp; Normally Aulus would have responded and perhaps backed away like last time, but alas he remained pinned to his seat and a woman who became daring every moment with him.&nbsp; The larger evidence of his shyness and his sensation was written all over his face, leaving him with cheeks that were as red as strawberries themselves.<br><br><strong>"You blush Aulus Livius. Have your wounds never been tended too before?"</strong><br><br>For a moment the words overwhelmed Aulus’ spirit forcing his eyes to close for but a brief moment, his breathing becoming slightly erratic making him unable to combat this new sensation.&nbsp; Aulus would soon be on the losing end of this fight.&nbsp; The touch of a woman was so new to him that even he could not find means to combat the sensation.&nbsp; Ironically he had so many opportunities in the past but his lack of interest or rather the need to maintain his purity in Mars’ eyes.&nbsp; How zealous the young soldier was.&nbsp; Now that purity was being threatened and Mars seemed not to care one bit. “I have been treated by some Medicus in my past and at times I’ve had to treat my own wounds, but other than my mother you are the only woman who has tended to my wounds.” <br><br>The title must have been a great honor towards Livia for she finally decided to break a new wall to new sensations for Aulus.&nbsp; Her hand was quick to grasp his own as she maneuvered his hand underneath her toga to meet finally with her breast.&nbsp; Such a feeling was so foreign to Aulus that instinctively his hand gently grasped at her breast as a means to help him understand what it was he was touching exactly.&nbsp; His thumb probed around the circumference of her nipple daring not go for the center, but perhaps it was enough for even her to be sensitized by his new but somewhat clumsy touch.&nbsp; Regardless only a few seconds would need to past before he realized what it was he was in fact grasping on leaving a massive flush at the cheeks and a sudden widening of his eyes in shock.&nbsp; Unfortunately since she had been the guide to her breast he was unclear as to how to pull back so to release his hand from her toga.&nbsp; A mistake he would pay for the moment he tugged back.&nbsp; <br><br>When he pulled his arm back his fingers were entrapped by the cloth of her toga pulling her with him.&nbsp; In seconds she was nearly on top of him, their faces only centimeters apart.&nbsp; For Livia she could finally see the beast behind the man through both his lips and eyes.&nbsp; His eyes were a blue that matched the skies themselves but underneath those tranquil eyes resided sight sharp and poised like a wolf ready to pounce on his prey.&nbsp; The eyes remained locked on hers as if daring never to let go of her sight, to turn away would give him more than enough reason to snap.&nbsp; If the eyes were not enough the proximity of their lips created a even more intense atmosphere.&nbsp; The lips of Livia were both centimeters if not millimeters from meeting Aulus’ lips, lips never tarnished by another woman’s touch lay right in front of her, so close to the point that she could almost feel the moist sweat from her guest’s lips.&nbsp; The temptation only amplified with every breath from those marble lips, leaving a hot breath toying at her neck and ear leaving the sound of heavy breathing teasing her hearing.<br><strong>"My gratitude knows no bounds Aulus Livius"</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Her hands then probed eve further towards his loins grasping firmly to finally discover what he had been hiding from her.&nbsp; Aulus now faced a new sensation that caused his blood to boil.&nbsp; The touch alone was enough for his back to arch forcing his neck to pull back leaving his mouth parting slightly no matter what he did to prevent it.&nbsp; A soft moan escaped his lips like it was a new language to him, something that he will probably improve on with experience of course.&nbsp; His hands could not move, all they could do was grasp at the wooden arms of his seat while Livia teased him.&nbsp; However it became evident that Livia had no intention of stopping, <strong>"You are mine now"</strong><br><br>Aulus in his more sober state would have found an excuse to avoid such touch or flattery, but without his sense fully recovered he would remain in the hands of Livia whom seemed to have free reign over him given his state.&nbsp; Her movements towards his loins were even more firm if not expedient against him, in moment even his own will would not be able to hold back the swelling of his penis.&nbsp; Much like any other virgin, his membrane was a swell of years without the touch of a woman or even his own fornication leaving it to remain swelling without attention, until now that is.&nbsp; The gratitude towards her actions were responded in kind blessing with an erection that was quite pleasing to Livia’s hungry eyes, even if it went against the will of Aulus himself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 03:02:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div> <br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>~Ryann, in the Baths~</strong></em></div><br>Now Ryann was no stranger to the art of heavy petting. As the Princess of Ireland, her father had staved off many a suitor. Yet his daughter was no longer a gentle blushing maid. She was a woman grown, and with that came the desires that went along with it. She was smart enough to keep any clandestine meetings she had partaken in silent. Not a single rumor had EVER been circulated about the daughter of the Ard Ri being a wanton.<br><br>Yet what Ammon was currently doing to her was new territory, and quite wondrous. She'd had gentle fingers about her sex, but she had been ever afraid that any insertion would corrupt that what was most important. Now the Egyptian's tongue was dancing upon her nether lips, lapping at her pulsing clit, and Ryann was instantly lost in immense pleasure. She found her legs were quivering. Slowly her thighs were parting of their own accord, more with each deeper probe of his tongue within her. She couldn't stop her hips from rocking to meet his efforts. Her eyes closed and her head turned, a cheek laying against the cool stone of the wall as she panted and moaned quicker. So long it had been since she'd been touched, so long since she'd had to bury any desire, and now Ammon was devouring her. Surely it wouldn't take much longer from his ministrations to plummet her over the edge.<br><br>“Aaahhh yeesss, Gladiator...you will slay me, and I will gladly go to my death..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 13:32:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Livia.jpg)</div>Livia was not a foolish woman, the mention of only his mother as well as himself and some medicus paying attendance to any wounds he had incurred in the past, led her to believe the words he did not utter, that no other woman had seen him in such a state of non dress before. She smiled as her hand continued to steel over his shaft, so hard and throbbing now within her grasp. Her thoughts went to Patrocles and she felt the moisture pool in her sex, she was used to him servicing her needs now and he was trained to perfection when it came to her carnal pleasures but this youngling was not even versed in the pleasures of an ordinary woman, how then could he please her at all.<br><br>With a soft sigh she stood and let her fingers gently graze along his torso, her gaze glancing to the shaft she had just released. With a careful undoing of the broach that held her toga in place, the soft fabric slid down her body as if it were the finest silk on silk, indeed her skin was as soft as the material and unlike Aulus', her body was blemish free. Not a single mar pocked it and standing there confident of her own beauty she let him see her form. Another tug of gentle persuasion to a clip within her hair, released the tendrils that fell about her back and shoulders in a canopy of dark tresses. She was breathtaking and she was giving herself to this young soldier but to what ends? <br><br>Livia was not so desperate for the relief of her carnal frustrations, there were plenty who would see to them if she but said the word. There was simply something about this young soldier that endeared him to her, that empowered her somehow and she craved that feeling more. It was a heady rush, knowing that some ones life was in her hands and though that was the case most every day with her gladiators as they awaited her instruction of life or death, this was not so here. Aulus was not a gladiator, he was not built for destruction, he was not a mighty warrior no matter that he was a soldier.<br><br>Gently she straddled him, caressing his face tenderly with the palm of her right hand while the left held to the chaise above his head to balance herself. The moan that escaped him was perfect and she smiled, as her sex lowered to rest itself against his hard phallus. Slowly she rocked herself against him, stimulating his already throbbing erection and feeding her own frustrations without penetration. The pad of her thumb brushed along his lower lip, as her body swayed, danced and rocked beautifully over his own. He was so very close to climax already, she knew without a doubt that it was a virgin before her and he was hers to blood. <br><br>This thought again was a powerful aphrodisiac and she pressed her sex harder on to his shaft and stroked his phallus with her moist folds. Her mouth lowered to an inch of his own, her breath warm upon his.<br><strong>"I will take good care of you Aulus Livius now of Ludus Metalla, swear your allegiance to me. Say you are mine Aulus, when your very body erupts and your seed spills on to its first woman remember always that woman was me and when your cock fills me for the first time, remember always who you gifted your virgin head too. I stake my claim upon you, my dominion holds sway. Do not deny it or yourself sweet Aulus, I would have you for my Ludus. Say it ..."</strong> she stroked along his shaft with a quickening pace, softly moaning against his lips as her breasts brushed against his chest, <strong>"say it Aulus."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 22:34:09</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon in the Baths.</strong><br><br>Seeing that she was enjoying herself, Ammon's tongue twisted in small circles inside of her nethers before he grasped her buttocks tightly and gave it a firm slap. The gladiator got to his feet slowly behind her and wiped off his mouth before a hand was on her shoulder. He was already erect, the Egyptian was a fan of using his mouth to pleasure women. However that wouldn't be enough, he knew that he'd need to slick his member up at least somewhat. Or else the experience would be a rough one for both of the parties involved. <br><br>Holding his free hand out, he spit onto it and moved it down to his crotch. Grasping his thick shaft, and quickly working his saliva back over it as he breathed in slowly and kept Ryann facing the wall. Repeating the motion one more time of spitting onto his hand, he placed his helmet directly at her entrance after taking a few moments to work his spit over his head especially. Pressing it slowly against her, he rested his chin on her shoulder and pushed more firmly while using two fingers to spread her moist lips outwards in anticipation of his entry. With a bit of effort, Ammon was able to penetrate her somewhat as he forced his throbbing tip into Ryann's body at a painfully slow pace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 22:34:35</strong>
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				Clearly if there was any weapon deadly in the hands of a woman it was indeed her body.&nbsp; Such a simple task it seemed with Livia disrobing herself of any garments while remaining on top of Aulus.&nbsp; His breathing became heavier as he tried to fight back the killing stroke of her hand against his shaft, and the intoxicating gaze of her naked flesh.&nbsp; No matter how much he tried to avert his gaze from her, she would only have to squeeze at his penis just to revert his attention back to her.&nbsp; His body was still unable to resist since the water was only enough to keep him awake for such a moment.&nbsp; No doubt she would not feed him anymore water until her needs are met first.&nbsp; If that wasn’t enough, she would be more persuasive with removing a simple pin that had held in hair in such a delicate form.&nbsp; Which removed her hair flowed like a water fall revealing a more….raunchy woman almost ready to claim what she had been holding back on.<br><br>“Your Ladyship I don’t under…..”<br><br>Aulus would never be able to finish his words.&nbsp; Livia would silence him with the caress of her hand against his cheek while her other hand moved to the head of the chaise just above his head.&nbsp; What could she be plotting now?&nbsp; It was then that she moved just above his already erect penis.&nbsp; Her hand had done well in maintaining his erection and forcing it to struggle at the realm where it could achieve an orgasm but neither would his erection be allowed to die away.&nbsp; Soon though that hand would be replaced by her sweet nectar petals as she rested against his shaft making sure to avoid the head.&nbsp; His body twitched from the unknown sensation.&nbsp; As much as tried to resist even when trying to push away using his frail arms it was completely useless.&nbsp; Her body was more than enough to have him remained anchored, and without enough water or even food he was but a helpless doll in her hands.&nbsp; Oh how she swayed against his phallus, enough to make a normal man or gladiator swoon in orgasm to such luscious movements thanks in large to her wet petals and her curve buttocks.&nbsp; For Aulus it seemed only a matter of time before even he would be unable to resist and allow her to claim his purity.<br><br>It seemed that no matter what, Livia would have Aulus for her own.&nbsp; Her words toyed at Aulus ears while a thousand female tongues probing his body, his body and blood boiled beyond comparison to a possible similar experience.&nbsp; So much time at war had perhaps made him completely forgotten the social behavior of not just being a citizen but a Roman citizen.&nbsp; If this was but a taste to things to come, at least for him it didn’t seem so bad.&nbsp; Compared to times on the battlefield this was a paradise.&nbsp; A tool of Mars now allowed to remember who he is; tis no greater gift.&nbsp; Aulus groans began to grow louder compared to their more whimper state from before.&nbsp; Indeed Livia had been using her most treasured weapon all to well.&nbsp; Her breasts pressed tightly against him as she demanded his allegiance to her.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“Say It Aulus!”</strong><br><br>Surrendering ones freedom to Aulus was a big matter.&nbsp; Aside from his loyalty to Mars, Aulus had only sworn to one mortal; Pompey Magnus.&nbsp; Such an oath of loyalty was granted to the man since in return the general would allow Aulus’ parents to remain together and financially stable during his days in the legion.&nbsp; <br><br>Now that he had been released from his oath he was allowed his own freedom after the final task that would given to him to reach this Ludus.&nbsp; Now here he stood, tortured through means of the flesh in securing his oath in fealty to the Domina.&nbsp; At that moment a wave of adrenaline surged through his body as it found the freedom to allow a small gap of movement.&nbsp; His body rocked to match her motion.&nbsp; By doing so he was better able to position himself where she no longer could completely anchor him.&nbsp; His left hand grasped above her thigh feeling a small pinch&nbsp; against her firm buttocks, his right hand held at her side just below her left breast, in addition the position also altered the angle of his erect penis.&nbsp; Her body had been slightly lifted allowing his head to finally tease at wet petals.&nbsp; His manhood seemed to throb with a mind of its own as it wished to puncture between her soft pedals.&nbsp; For now though it could only tease so long as the adrenaline remained in his system.&nbsp; But while it may have been an awkward position it allowed Aulus a moment of distraction while he tried to see for the first her intent in using such a means to lure him.<br><br>“What exactly would you have me do here in this Ludus?&nbsp; Surely not just for a guard position, you already have so many.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>18-11-2011, 14:48:14</strong>
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				She looked at him and waited for him to give into her but he did not. Livia became a little petulant as a result, her mouth forming a pout. <br><strong>"I would have you be the Doctore of my Ludus, you are a trained solider and have fought in countless battles. I have seen your worth on the sands today and your form is excellent"</strong> she told him, as she slid her hand between their bodies to take hold of his cock once again. His hands were on her now at least and she liked them there, the tip of his cock had been eager to take her but she would have his answer first. Her hand squeezed a little harder on his shaft as she looked at him.<br><br><strong>"You will have quarters your own, the pleasure of a female slave of my choosing, a handsome salary, you will fare better here than you ever did in the Legion. I would have your answer Aulus"</strong> she was so heated now, needed him to answer her. Wanted him to simply submit to her demands and pledge himself to her.<br><strong>"And of course ... my bed when I demand it"</strong> she slid the tip of his cock against her tight wet folds, back and forth as the tip became coated in her delicate scent and oils. Much would have to be done on the morrow, word would have to return to her own Ludus to bring her gladiators here. <br><br>She wondered briefly what Rexus would make of the place and of course her own Doctore would be devastated that he was no longer required but he would be more than happy to discover that he was to be set free for his services. Aelia of course was due to call upon her, so she had also to rearrange this meeting also. It would be good to have her friend visit here and see the spoils of a simple visit. Her hand cupped Aulus with a firmer grip and pushed him to the entrance of her sex. Even that felt so good, perfect of width and she moaned aloud, her hips rolling to grind herself on to him.<br><strong>"Pledge yourself to Ludus Metalla, Aulus ... Pledge yourself to me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 05:42:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><strong>Ryann, baths with Ammon~</strong></em></div><br>The sounds of Ryann's low moans and heavy breathing were bouncing off the stone walls of the baths, mingling with the gentle lapping of water. The slap that was gifted her firm ass was followed by a deeper moan of desire, and as she felt Ammon rise up behind her, her head would shift to gaze over her shoulder at him with heated emerald eyes. The probing of his now spit-slick head teasing at the entrance of eager nether lips simply caused her legs to widen more, her ass to raise for him, accepting him readily. Yet he was indeed being agonizingly slow. There was pain, just a bit at the moment as he worked to stretch her open to get within her..<br><br>...she needed him all, now..<br><br>As his chin met her shoulder, her face turned to to meet his her lips grazing his ear to purr a shuddering demand.<br><br>“ I thought you said you wouldn't be gentle Gladiator. I give you my maidenhead...I expect you to TAKE it...!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 21:27:35</strong>
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				An interesting proposal she offered the young Aulus; to serve her as the Doctore of this Ludus.&nbsp; Such an offering would be an absolute honor for any citizen. But could Aulus handle such responsibility, or in fact be willing to return to a world of blood once more.&nbsp; For as much as he wished to remain in this realm of gladiators it was only natural that a part of him objected to such an idea.&nbsp; The fact that having only known this woman for so little time made him question whether or not she was worthy of his pledge to her.&nbsp; No matter how she wet his ear with honey for words or used the raw powers of her nude body against him, it wasn’t enough to tempt him over to her favor.&nbsp; Even when holding her at his comfort it wouldn’t be long before the tide in her favor. The moment she had a hold on him, him moment of thought would be interrupted by the teasing forces of her hand against his penis.<br><br>Her words were like milk and honey feeding him everything a man could ever want, and all he would have to do was pledge.&nbsp; Aulus’ body showed for the first time a moment of weakness as his lips parted ways in a delicate groan as if almost calming down which allowed her the immediate advantage of him.&nbsp; With his adrenaline all flushed now he body now remained calm yet he maintained his grip against her bodice with of course a few alterations.&nbsp; The hand grasping her curved buttocks squeezed with a stronger grip then before to maintain his hold on her while his main torso began to lax once again.&nbsp; His other hand that held at her waist just below left breast dragged upward grasping her breast.&nbsp; His two fingers closest to his thumb pinched delicately at her nipple to anchor the position of his hand.<br><br>With each boon added to her offer his body fell closer into her hands, but in order to have him finally he needed to come to terms with himself in order to accept her wishes.&nbsp; Indeed even without the material rewards the offer to him Aulus was quite appeasing. No longer a man of the Legion he was of course free of his vices.&nbsp; But what was Aulus free with; no family, no home, no friends.&nbsp; His existence died when he departed from the Legion.&nbsp; Here Livia was offering him a life again.&nbsp; In addition his curse would be difficult to slate were he to remain a merchant, but as a Doctore perhaps then could Mars’ quench be slated by his exposure to combat and the harsh elements.&nbsp; Indeed such an offer could be more than enough of a reason to ally with her.&nbsp; Some things however would be strange though, for one having his own slave.<br><br>Aulus never grew up owning human property. Even as a boy whenever he visited families with slaves rarely did he ever interact with, but with those that he did he was a kind lad.&nbsp; Aulus never understood the hierarchy of Roman nobility and society and the difference between a citizen and a slave.&nbsp; Even to now he never took dominion over another, only protecting innocence or brothers when they are threatened.&nbsp; With a salary, his own quarters and access to living those rang at Aulus’ ears since he would have a place to stay and work even to finally afford a funeral for his family. Perhaps though an opportunity would present itself in time that may come at an advantage for him to even sweeten this offer before him.<br><br><strong>"Pledge yourself to Ludus Metalla, Aulus ... Pledge yourself to me."</strong><br><br>Her body pressing against him boiled his blood letting his torso return comfortably in a seated posture while her body grind against him.&nbsp; His eyes closed as he tried to retreat to last bastion of his freewill distracting the Roman noble with another groan in response to her motions.&nbsp; It was at that time that Aulus was able to recall a memory of his last day with General Pompey<br><br><em>*Aegis Sea, 4 day ago, General Pompey’s Capital Ship*</em><br><br>Aulus stood before his commander seeming as if he was completely defeated.&nbsp; The news of his parents passing was the dagger to the heart.&nbsp; For the first in the long time he could feel tears flee from his sharpened eyes.&nbsp; His hand pressed at his face catching remnants of moisture from his tears.&nbsp; To add even more oil to the fire, Pompey had decided to bestow an honorable discharge the young soldier from the Legion.&nbsp; Not enough to lose his biological family, but now he was to lose his other family as well.&nbsp; Yet despite the multitude of protests he carried towards this decision the General was to be obeyed.&nbsp; Pompey needed to remind him that so long as he remained in the Legion he would only end becoming once again what the young lad feared the most.&nbsp; For that to be prevented he had to be able to calm his curse.&nbsp; At that time Pompey would bestow the young man with his last final mission.&nbsp; Before departing however it was then that Pompey said something quite interesting<br><br>“Do you remember when you first offered your services in your father’s stead?”<br><br>Aulus remembered that day very well, it was then that he decided to become a man a follow in his father’s footsteps as a soldier.&nbsp; A simple nod was only needed to respond to the General.<br><br>“That day I knew you were ready for the legion and I knew you would make the finest soldier.&nbsp; I saw it in your eyes.&nbsp; Though your eyes not be of the same color as your father, yet I saw the finest determination and devotion that your father had when he was under my command.&nbsp; When&nbsp; you finally find your place of employment as a citizen I’m sure you will carry that very same feeling as before and your employer will be captivated by the strength in your eyes.&nbsp; You do your parents proud Aulus “Son of Mars” Livius."<br>*****<br>At that moment Aulus’ eyes awoke once more showing that same strength once again before her.&nbsp; Eyes blue as the skies themselves came to life locked in on her own eyes. He had finally comes to terms with what had to be done.&nbsp; Now it was time for him to make a decision. <br><br>“I have two requests.&nbsp; One, I wish to be permitted to be allowed a chance to prove myself in the games as well, under your conditions of course.&nbsp; Second, if possible I wish to have a funeral for my parents.&nbsp; I lost them in a fire so have really no place to go back to but I feel I must still provide the proper services in seeming them to the afterlife.&nbsp; If you can grant me these as well then I Aulus Livius, son of Gaius Livius Justus will surrender myself to you.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 16:14:32</strong>
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				Having finished his dinner, and watched the other slaves coming and going to the kitchens he wondered at the absence of Cariad.&nbsp; He had very much hoped that she would come in and provide additional distraction for him.&nbsp; But now without her appearance Patrocles decided that he had enough waiting for today.&nbsp; None of the other slave girls caught his interest enough to make an advance for any of them, or to try and win one of them to his bed so he rose and left the kitchens.&nbsp; <br><br>As he traversed the unfamiliar corridors of the new ludus he continued to take note of things that he could include in his report to Domina on the morrow.&nbsp; Finally, feeling as though he could learn no more of the place that night he headed back towards where he knew the baths to be.&nbsp; The man was used to cleaning every night after a long day’s training and he knew he would sleep better to remove the day’s dust and to soak in the hot water for some time before retiring to his cell.&nbsp; As he turned down the final corridor he could feel the steam working its way up the hall to meet him.&nbsp; The familiar smells of oil and soaps were there as well, a hint of it lacing the warm air.&nbsp; He heard the trickle of water as the water of the baths was drained slowly, cycled through the fires to heat the water and then poured from the pipes to keep the water levels high and the heat constant.&nbsp; Then, along with the sound of water the gladiator heard a low moan.&nbsp; Instantly he was on guard, aware that someone may be hurt, and that someone may have hurt them… someone who may still be here.&nbsp; <br><br>Slowly and silently Patrocles crept down the corridor towards the dimly lit bath chamber.&nbsp; Hushed whispers and low guttural moans continued to sound more regularly now as he drew closer.&nbsp; Stepping into the shadows beyond the door he peered into the baths to look upon the big Egyptian kneeling between the female fighter’s legs, his face buried into her nether regions as he licked deliberately upon her womanhood.&nbsp; Her face was flush with enjoyment and passion as her hips moved in time with his tongue.&nbsp; Patrocles heard her moan again and realized that there was no cause for alarm and relaxed, looking more intently at the scene in front of him.&nbsp; He had noticed the woman previously that day and thought that she was beautiful, but now in the heat of her passion she was amazing.&nbsp; Her nipples protruding from her breasts rose hard from her bosom and showed just how much she was enjoying the touch of the Egyptian and her face glowed with a flushed pink hue.&nbsp; Instantly Patrocles felt his own manhood stir in his loin cloth.&nbsp; He took a step forward, and then stopped, choosing to watch and see what happened first before he would consider joining them.&nbsp; Walking in now, unannounced and uninvited could escalate into violence if the Egyptian chose to see him as a threat or as someone challenging for his prize.&nbsp; No, it would be best to allow them their own time without his interference… for now.<br><br>As his manhood grew harder he watched as the man began to rise up to behind her, bringing his hand down with a loud crack across her upturned buttocks.&nbsp; She gasped sharply, a quick intake of breath followed by a deep moan of desire caused by the flash of pain on her.&nbsp; The man stood fully erect now, in all sense of the word.&nbsp; His body was something to behold, tight cords of muscle wrapped around his frame, and shown with great definition in the flickering light of the guttering candles.&nbsp; His dick stood firmly away from his body, long and stiff as he worked his spit covered hand over it, giving it a sheen of moisture before moving his hips towards the waiting woman’s pussy as it stood spread open for him.&nbsp; He pressed the head into her slowly and she moaned louder yet.&nbsp; He leaned forward and there were whispered words that were too low for Patrocles to hear.&nbsp; <br><br>With his own dick hard now and knowing that this scene would continue to play out before him until he could control himself no more.&nbsp; Patrocles decided that it would be best to leave now before the temptation grew too strong for him.&nbsp; He could wait for awhile before bathing, or he could simply allow the dust to remain where it was and retire to his cell where he would need to take care of the raging in his loins by himself now unless he happened to find a partner between here and there, which seemed unlikely.&nbsp; <br><br>He turned down another corridor, one that would lead to his own hallway and saw a sleeping cell ahead that was lit.&nbsp; Without knowing who resided there he approached cautiously, again staying in the shadows.&nbsp; As he neared the doors he heard not the slow steady breathing of someone asleep, but rather the quick shallow breath of an aroused woman.&nbsp; Curiosity filled him and he knew that he had to see what he heard.&nbsp; With a final step he moved to where he could look into the room and survey the scene before him.&nbsp; What he saw took his breath away.&nbsp; Caris lay on her bed, half covered by a thin sheet, naked he guessed, and with her hands between her legs.&nbsp; The flesh of her breast that he could see appeared flushed and bruised where he had man-handled her earlier that night, yet her nipples were hard with arousal.&nbsp; By the flush of her skin he could tell that she was highly excited and would likely cum soon… instantly his dick hardened again at the thought.&nbsp; <br><br><strong><em>Why not?</em></strong> He thought to himself.&nbsp; She was an incredibly beautiful woman, and even though there was clearly a mutual animosity between them there was also an evident raw, animalistic attraction, and frankly that was enough for him at this point.&nbsp; He wondered briefly what she thought about as her fingers danced unseen over her woman hood, drawing her ever closer to her orgasm.&nbsp; He was sure that if he walked into her room now she would not be pleased to see him, but at this point he was beginning to grow far beyond caring.&nbsp; She thought of him with Domina and it caused her to hate him for it… perhaps she just needed the feel of a man inside her as well.&nbsp; Regardless of what <em>she</em> needed Patrocles now knew that he needed the feel of a woman on his dick, and he could not make himself walk away again from another opportunity.&nbsp; As he stood watching a moment more he noticed the signs of her impending orgasm begin to crash over her, and as she whimpered to herself, edging towards release, he stepped into her door way with a lascivious grin on his face.&nbsp; 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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>04-12-2011, 20:11:45</strong>
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				<strong>Ammon with Ryann.</strong><br><br>Ammon grunted lightly as he felt Ryann's lips part around his fat tip, and lightly thrusted in and out of her shallowly. Mostly getting used to her tightness, and obviously teasing her some as a hand grasped her hip firmly and he said <strong>"This isn't me being gentle."</strong> To drive in his point, he thrusted foward quite viciously and impaled her tiny hole on his prick. Forcing half of his swollen length inside of her body before he pulled back out until only the head was in and began to pump into her with steady yet slow strokes. Exhaling sharply through his nose as he pulled her back into him with each thrust forward and leaned his head backwards as he stroked deeper into her folds. His hand came crashing down on her uplifted buttocks once more before he gathered a handful of her hair and tugged it back towards him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 11:48:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Livia.jpg)</div><br>His hand moved to touch her breast, to grasp it and feel the succulent flesh beneath his fingers. Livia moaned softly as his fingers pinched her nipple, hardening it further. She was a patient woman, had learned to be so over the years. It was not an easy life for any female in this sordid world of men but she had made her place in it and enjoyed the status she had been born into and further elevated to through marriage. She was fortunate enough to have loved her husband, many women were not given that luxury and now she was fortunate to take a lover as she saw fit. <br><br>Patrocles warmed her bed many nights but variety was the spice of life and this man beneath her was a far cry from her proud gladiator. The thought of him now set her pulse racing even more, her fingers slid along the turid flesh of Aulus' cock as she pushed the tip into her entrance. Her folds slid over the head and she paused there, aching to have him deeper inside of her. If he said nay to her offer she would leave him, take herself to the bed of her gladiator and have him service her swiftly. The day had been one over heated disappointed climax repeated to her frustration and now she could take no more.<br><br>She willed him to give in to his body, to give into her that when his eyes suddenly sought hers and the piercing blue seemed livid she smiled. He was hers, a woman knew these things in the simplest of ways. That look had said everything that his body had been desiring and he had been struggling against. When he spoke, Livia released her hand and pushed her sex down over his shaft. The tightness of her satin folds enveloping him very slowly as she continued to look at him while she spoke.<br><br><strong>"These are in my power to grant and my word as Domina Livia Sabina Livia is your assurance. Surrender my sweet Aulus. I would have your words, your body and your service."</strong> Her sex by the time she had finished speaking, had cloaked his cock beautifully. Her tight walls shrouding him and holding possessively to him. Her body ached to roll, to rock and ride above him. To feel him grow harder within her, to feel him spill his seed on to her skin and she was not accustomed to being denied.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 12:01:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Caris.jpg)</div><br>Her fingers worked at her sex, rubbing, stroking pleasuring herself because she was not likely to find pleasure from any other source. Was the oaf even now between the Domina's legs suckling on her sex and plunging his wet face deeper into Livia's core? or was he fucking Cariad like a rutting stag in the kitchen, taking her roughly from behind pressed against the trellis table. <br><br>Each thought made her squirm on her bed, made her arousal more potent until she could not help but bring her sodden fingers to her mouth and suckle on them, as her other hand dipped low to slide her fingers within her sex. Her back arched from the bed, so close. She could feel herself nearing that precious pinancle. <br><br>A sound caused her to turn her gaze, eyes dilated with lust as her orgasm engulfed her. Patrocles was approaching ... Caris viewed him through heated eyes and knew she should be mad for him just entering her room unannounced but she was in need and it had been his touch that had goaded her to touch herself to begin with. Her lips parted but she said nothing, her chest rising and falling as her slender legs kicked aside the sheet and spread apart as if in welcome. <br><br>Her fingers continued to molest her sex, soaked with her oils as her body attempted to ease itself after the orgasm. She would give it no quarter though, he was here and his cock so big and proud like the rest of him was standing to attention. Her eyes viewed it hungrily and pushing herself from the bed Caris moved to him. Still not a word fell from her lips, as she came to stand before him. Her breasts glistened with perspiration, her hair slightly matted to her neck and cheeks and yet the woman looked more beautiful in that moment than any before.<br><br>She fell to her knees and took his cock in her hand, opening her mouth as her gaze moved up along his body to look at him directly and then she took him. Her lips sheathed his shaft and drowned it with her warm moist crevice, her tongue lapping at the shaft as she slid her mouth up and down over his hard member. She could feel her body becoming heightened again, aroused by the scent, feel and taste of him. How often had she imagined having his cock, if this was all she would have of it then she would finally sleep this night satisfied.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>09-12-2011, 18:36:05</strong>
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				Patrocles' eyes danced with delight as he took in the sights of Caris’ naked body, kissed by the sun, toned and glorious.&nbsp; He had hardened instantly at the sounds of her pleasure, now as he watched her go cascading over the edge of orgasmic bliss, heard the sounds of pleasure, and smelled the deep warmth of her sex he was absolutely rigid.&nbsp; <br><br>He had stepped into the room as she came, and he watched only steps from the door and steps from her bed.&nbsp; Then he watched in surprise as she looked at him, lust evident in her eyes.&nbsp; Patrocles had expected to force her to comply to his wishes and with his advances.&nbsp; He knew that she did not like him much… or was that simply a ruse to hide how she truly thought.&nbsp; Now, instead of anger and hatred he saw only a flash of surprise followed by a look of desire.&nbsp; She kicked the bed clothes off of her, beckoning him to look closer as her fingers continued to stroke her swollen sex, moisture and heat pouring forth to assault his nose with the pungent smell of sex.&nbsp; Then, before he could move forward to mount her as he wished to she pushed herself from the bed and knelt in front of him, reaching out to take his cock in hand.&nbsp; <br><br>What was this turn of events?&nbsp; Not only was she apparently a willing participant, but willing to submit to his pleasure and his lead as well?&nbsp; She had placed herself, willingly into a place of submission; before him on her knees.&nbsp; Little did the gladiator know that her position was not one of submission or weakness, but one in which she could move to completely control him if she chose.&nbsp; Her hands held his turgid cock and as she began to tighten her grip he realized that soon she would be able to ask anything of him and he would likely do it.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes, cast downwards to her face locked eyes with her as she opened her lips, and slowly allowed his stiffness to slide past her lips and into her mouth.&nbsp; He gasped as her tongue began to circle and dance across the head and shaft of his manhood.&nbsp; Never had he felt something so intense or pleasurable.&nbsp; Of course, what woman of power like Livia would ever debase herself by servicing the wishes of a gladiator?&nbsp; No, gladiators as sexual partners were there to satisfy their rich masters.&nbsp; But Caris now sucked on him with aplomb.&nbsp; Patrocles had never known such a feeling and he growled in ecstasy as her lips closed around the base of his shaft and she moved her lips up and down him slowly.&nbsp; Sheer lust smoldered in her eyes as he looked at her, while shivers of pleasure shot through every fiber of his body.&nbsp; He tossed his head back in pleasure, moaning loudly, and thrust himself deeper into her sucking mouth, intent on drawing every ounce of pleasure from this as he could.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>11-12-2011, 23:04:13</strong>
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				The panted rumble of Ammon's growled response to her jibe sent yet another shudder through her taught frame, even as she could feel the swollen head of his cock just pushing at her opening, a bit more...just a bit more. Oh yes he was teasing her, he had to be. Each small yet jerked thrust of his hips brought a hiss forth from clenched teeth, riding that line between pleasure and pain. And as he spoke, as her own hand slipped down to cover the large calloused one that grasped her hip firmly, she would let out a quick, cut off cry of pain as he finally forced himself within her, claiming her complete. The sensation of pain mingled with the pleasure, of feeling his swollen, pulsing girth sliding within her was nigh on too much, almost falling over the brink then. But he was insistent in drawing out their coupling, and Ryann managed to ease back, her pulsing sex gripping his shaft tight as he took up a delicious rhythm. Another sharp cry of want as he simultaneously smacked her ass while yanking her head back by her hair, and she found her hips moving with his own. Back she would thrust as he eased forward, reaching behind with her other hand to grasp his waist, to dig nails into the side of his clenched ass, urging him into her, forcing him on, seeking him to delve deeper and faster.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>02-01-2012, 16:49:15</strong>
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				Ammon's nostrils were filled with the smell of Ryann's desires, as he rammed his hips into hers fiercely in repeated motions. Wincing slightly as her nails dug into his skin, he ignored the slight stinging as she presented more of her body to him and moved back into him with each thrust. Ammon pulled back on Ryann's hair hard enough for the back of her head to rest against his collarbone as he whispered heatedly <strong>"Your body is mine to do with as I please...Should any other man bury their cock inside of you? You will find a sword to replace it..."</strong> Before he shoved his lips down against hers hungrily from an elevated position and drew his hips back further before slamming them into hers as his heavy cock probed deeply inside of her body and withdrew and entered the freshly deflowered gladiatrix's tiny hole. The baths were filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together as he grunted lowly with each thrust and shoved himself deeper into her, his eyes closed as he gasped almost silently at Ryann's tightness and panted heavily against her lips while taking her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>09-01-2012, 15:59:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Caris.jpg)</div><br>As her mouth moved down over the shaft, Caris glanced up to look directly at Patrocles. What was the gladiator thinking? Had he not grabbed her forcibly by the neck earlier on, pinched at her nipple and threatened her? The memory caused her to puddle right there, her sex secreting oils swiftly that oozed down her clamped thighs. She wanted to spread them, to feel the air brush against her mound and sex, to have him penetrate her and bring her to orgasm but she did not utter any of these wants, for her true want was pleasuring him.<br><br>How long had she desired this? How long had she watched him fuck their mistress only to return to her own bed and fondle herself to a miserable semi sated state. Her head bobbed up and down over his cock, so big and perfect in the tight warm confines of her mouth. Yet as she lapped at his shaft, thoughts whirled in her mind, her hands moving to caress the base of his cock as the other dipped beneath to cup and squeeze upon his ball sac. A moan escaped her and she pushed further down on his shaft with her mouth.<br><br>He had pinched her pretty hard, she noted as her head continued to move over him. He had enjoyed it too she had no doubt. Did he enjoy that type of sex, rough and hard? Livina would certainly never allowed any one to touch her body like that but Caris had found it exciting, sore of course but thrilling as well. She watched him respond to her suckling mouth and smiled inwardly as his head fell back while he moaned aloud. Grazing her teeth along the length of his cock she pushed back again, sinking further still upon his shaft until her nose brushed against the pubic hairs around its base. <br><br>Caris paused, inhaling his musty scent and letting her throat ache a little more with the pressure of his cock against it before she swiftly released him. She stood, his cock still in her hand and began to stroke him so hard and so deliberately slow as if she knew that if she moved fast he would explode then and there. Again she released him and moved to the wall of her room, standing with her back facing him, her palms pressed against it as she glanced back over her shoulder at him.<br><strong>"Show me a champion."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 21:22:20</strong>
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				Ryann's bright eyes slipped closed as she fell deeper into Ammon's generous use of her eager body, no resistance as he yanked her head back to rest against his broad shoulder.&nbsp; His words though, his words filled her with confusion. Was he claiming her, the woman, or simply that between her legs? How could he think to claim her in any capacity? Somehow though, somehow his claim alone caused her desire to rise even more. Then his mouth was devouring her own hungrily, and all thoughts were dashed from her mind. Let him claim her, she would gladly give! Lifting a hand to tangle fingers through his wet, dark mane she rode him with a fervor as her tongue battled with his. Their union became more wild, Ammon's hips slamming so wonderfully hard against her own he practically lifted her feet from the ground. When her release came, it was no slow thing. One moment she was concentrating on the sensation of his throbbing shaft invading her depths, and the next her orgasm tore through her like a storm, flowing from her groin to wash her entire body in delicious sensations. She pulsed around Ammon's thick cock, her juices gleaming on her tensed thighs, coating him with her silken release. Her cries of delight filled the bathhouse, body shuddering uncontrollably as her nails sought purchase in any available flesh upon her partners body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 18:14:56</strong>
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				Ammon's lips didn't leave Ryann's as she released on his cock, showering him with her juices and this provoked increasingly rapid thrusts from the Egyptian as his tongue danced alongside hers and he slammed her hips back into his. Nearing his own climax as his thick member pulsed inside of her tiny hole, all the while using her body for his pleasure as he forced himself in to the hilt and pulled his lips back breathlessly as his cock pounded in and out of her body, filling the bathhouse with stickly sloshing noises before one of his hands moved down to her buttocks. Squeezing one of her cheeks tightly as he pulled it outwards, Ammon groaned out loudly and flooded her insides with his warm seed as he rode out his orgasm. Pumping into her a few more times with hard thrusts as he milked himself, before leaning his head down for a moment to catch his breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>17-01-2012, 20:22:47</strong>
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				In Aulus’ mind he wouldn’t expect her to accept his request.&nbsp; Here is was demanding from Rome’s nobility the ability to honor his parents, people that this woman likely had no clue about.&nbsp; For a normal citizen it would be fortunate if they came out it with a lashing or stabbing of tongues showing themselves and those around him exactly where his place was.&nbsp; Yet the Gods, or perhaps in particular Mars wished to reward this young soldier for his services both off and on the battlefield.&nbsp; A strange twist of fate perhaps, for the women <br>Livia seemed more than willing to grant him these rewards in exchange for his loyalty.&nbsp; Not only would she finance his parent’s funeral, but also grant him the ability to challenge gladiators outside of this Ludus who would threaten his mistress’ position.<br><br>How else now could Aulus refuse her?&nbsp; With reward now granted and the distraction of her naked flesh against his own body there would be no way to retreat now.&nbsp; He was now in this whether he desired it or not.&nbsp; Yet while he carried some remorse in stepping into a war fought in the sounds and viewed through spectators and the gods, part of him, perhaps Mars’ influence called upon the inner workings of him to step forward and take his place away from the battlefield and through the proud arena of the gods.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yes, indeed if the sword and shield or in this case his whip was the calling he was forever blessed and cursed with then perhaps the arena is the next step in honoring the name Livius.<br><br>Such thoughts though were difficult to conjur for every second of though, Livia used other means to sway him.&nbsp; The touch of her breasts against his hands were like silk, soft and gentle to the mere touch.&nbsp; Her nether regions toyed at his cock sliding against the swelled head like a mace gently pressing along fabric, daring not to tear such fine material.&nbsp; His body groaned deeply leaving behind evidence of a soft moan from his lips.&nbsp; His teeth gently bit into his lips as if attempting to hold off such a pleasurable sensation, but it was nothing but fighting a losing battle.&nbsp; There was no chance now for him to refuse her either through words or the use of her body, he would be her toy soldier to play to her heart’s content.<br><br>“Very well Lady Livia, I Aulus Livius, son of Gaius Livius Justus pledge my loyalty and life to your graces.&nbsp; Use me anyway you wish to your hearts desire."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oral addiction</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 17:19:51</strong>
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				<strong>Show me a champion.</strong><br><br><em>Really? Was she goading him again? Or encouraging him?&nbsp; She was clearly highly aroused and so now was he, so it did not really matter in the long run. </em> Patrocles smiled, taking in her nearly perfect body standing against the wall, her glistening pussy thrust back at him.&nbsp; It was too good not to take up her challenge.<br><br>Striding purposefully across the room Patrocles closed the gap quickly, reaching out with his powerful arms. He grabbed Caris roughly, pulling her back from the wall, one hand closed on her breast, kneading it sharply, while his other arm closed over her throat, pulling her back against his chest. He immediately noticed that her nipples were diamond hard already with arousal, and he thought back to his treatment of this same nipple only hours ago, and pinched harder in order to illicit a small cry of pain and pleasure from her lips.&nbsp; <br><br>You want to know a champion?&nbsp; Want to feel me inside you, fucking you, making you scream with pleasure?&nbsp; You better not be playing false with me you little bitch.&nbsp; I know how badly you want this; I can smell it on you.&nbsp; You want to know what it is to have the cock of a champion gladiator split you and drive into you until you can no longer stand the orgasms… I know.&nbsp; Don’t think I have not seen you lurking in the shadows, watching on the nights when I have been so summoned to please our mistress.&nbsp; I admit, I have wanted this too for some time, so if I find that you play me false you will not live to regret it.&nbsp; Now, with that said, I shall show you what a champion is capable of.<br><br>Removing the arm from her throat he pushes her shoulder away from him, while still pinching her sore nipple, rolling it around in his fingers.&nbsp; As he pushes her back towards the wall he bends her over, back into the same position she had offered him before.&nbsp; Taking his free hand and gripping the thick base of his shaft he guided the head to her silky folds.&nbsp; Feeling that her womanhood was already sopping with her own juices he felt no need to prepare her for anything and as soon as he felt the head of his hard cock enter her he slammed himself into her, bottoming out deep inside her with a loud grunt.&nbsp; <em>Gods above and below she is tight</em> he thought as her wetness enveloped him like liquid fire.&nbsp; He released her sore breast, running his hand up her side and intertwining his fingers into her hair, pulling slightly but not enough to pull her head around.&nbsp; The left hand, which rested on her upturned ass reached around to continue the ministrations of her breasts that he left now abandoned.&nbsp; Her other breast was equally sensitive and her nipples protruded from her stiffly.&nbsp; He pinched her, rolled the nipple in his fingers, and thrust himself into her pussy with a fierceness that betrayed his deeper lusts.&nbsp; He was determined to hammer her body until he broke her if that was what it took to get her to see him in a new light... to force her overall submission.&nbsp; He had been with Domina too many times for him to count, but never did he want another woman as badly as he did right now.&nbsp; He would have his pleasure, but not until she rode as many orgasms as he could rip from her… not until she begged for him to cum for her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 04:39:03</strong>
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				Ryann felt the release of the Gladiator behind her from both within and without. Her entire sweat-slicked frame was shaking slightly as the adrenaline of her pleasure slowly seeped away. Yet soon enough the last words that Ammon had growled within her ear returned to her full force, causing her eyes to flutter open. Slowly she would extricate herself from his grasp, turning to face him, skin still rosy and warm from their coupling, as well as her ass cheeks still stinging from his slaps. Palms settled upon the stone behind her as green eyes still shining with lust stared hard on this man who had not only claimed her virginity, but with words seemed to have claimed her person as well. But never let it be said this Irish Princess was a fool.<br><br>“ So do you claim me now Egyptian? Is it the whole of me that would be yours, or merely that between my legs?”<br><br>The fingers that lifted to slide through her unruly mane were shaking. Hard to say whether it was from her recent activities, or from her confusion which she chose to hide from him. She was not silly enough to think he loved her. Yet would his claim protect her? Narrowed eyes still watched him as she slid passed him to immerse herself within the bath again, washing away the remnants of their coupling.<br><br>“ I'll be sure and tell those that own me of your claim. ' Oh please do not violate me as I do not wish a different type of sword to impale me!' So deliciously male you are. You claim me? Then I claim you Gladiator...” a gleam came to her orbs as she leered up at him.... “ Slip that cock into any orifice other then mine? I promise to remove it for you...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 11:19:50</strong>
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				<em><strong>The following Morning - Caris wakes / Livia Wakes</strong></em><br><br>With the vow from an honorable man Livia smiled and proceeded for some time thereafter to show Aulus the true measure of what his rewards in the House of Metalla would be. Her body took possession of his time and again, exhausting him and rejuvenating him repeatedly with hands, mouth and her sex. Her delicious cries of orgasm mingled with his own and spent they finally slept upon the chaise in the study.<br><br>Caris was eager to please and eager to be pleased. She welcomed every thrust and touch and gasped and moaned with delight. Her words were no more than whispers of encouragement and delight as she brought him and he brought her to climax. Sated and sodden she finally slept only to wake bright the following morning to smile down upon his sleeping form. Brushing a kiss to his chest she let him sleep till the time when the gong would ring out for the gladiators to wake. Servants woke far earlier than the rest of the house and to the kitchens she had to attend after washing herself and redressing.<br><br>Livia woke stiff and determined that morning and looked upon the prone figure of Aulus. He had been a pleasant repast and now it was time for him to begin his duties. She shook him non too gently. <br><strong>"Rise Aulus, you must begin your employment now. Do not disappoint, endeavour to perform as enthusiastically as last night and all will be well. Go freshen and find your quarters, call the men and women to the sands and begin as you mean to go on" </strong>she had slid from the chaise and gathered her toga to her, slipping it on easily. Her hands deftly twisted her hair over her shoulder and she moved to find a room that would be her own.<br><br><strong>"Come find me at the close of day, I would hear how you fared. Know your duties will not be over when you leave the sands ..."</strong><br>with those words she left him to find a servant to attend her, to call to Caris and have the rest of the&nbsp; household rise. This was a new day after all.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 18:09:06</strong>
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				Ammon panted lightly as he felt his cock withdraw from Ryann's dripping snatch. Looking into her eyes as she turned to face him before he straightened his back and breathed in slowly. When she finally spoke, he tilted his head backwards and started to laugh. Falling forward some as he bended and placed his hands on his knees. Closing his eyes, seemingly unable to control this laughter before he placed his forearm over his eyes and attempted to regain his composure. <br><br><strong>"It would be your body that I claim, now that you are a woman. No longer a girl."</strong> Watching as she moved past him and into the baths. He perked up an eyebrow and remained silent for a moment. He couldn't help but laugh as she spoke of ownership of him as well and he leaned backwards against the wall as it offered support. Looking at her as if she were some addled person to be put on display for the amusement of Romans. <strong>"I suppose we shall see then? Won't we?"</strong> Offering no clear answer as he made his way into the water, to rinse off their intimacy as well and glanced at her once more for a fleeting moment. Almost as if trying to figure her out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 20:32:32</strong>
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				The moment the young soldier pledged his loyalty to this women, was the moment where he no longer had any control of his body or will.&nbsp; Livia now was no longer the teasing creature that toyed at his body, instead now she would ravish him and intimately flushed all that remained of Aulus’ energy and strength for this one moment.&nbsp; Rather than tease now, she moved to rest on top of him, her nether regions already punctured from his throbbing cock as it slowly slid inside her.&nbsp; Her body felt so warm against his skin, and with the heat from the outside elements, droplets of sweat began to show themselves as they engaged in such raunchy actions.&nbsp; Aulus could not even tell when he climaxed for his body was felt an overwhelming dose of euphoria as what would normally be one orgasm would end up being many.&nbsp; By the time she had finished off the young soldier, the white milky substance would drip from her inner thighs.&nbsp; Clearly she had her fill of the legionnaire for the evening, leaving him to rest and recollect his strength by the next morning. <br><br>Morning finally called, which would arouse Aulus from his sleep from the nudging of Livia herself.&nbsp; His blue aqua eyes took life as she was facing her directly.&nbsp; She welcomed him to the morning and reminded him that now was the time for him to familiarize himself with the men and women he would be training.&nbsp; No doubt that woman whom had attacked him would be amongst the ranks, a fact he would have to keep his guard up for.&nbsp; Granted he was now the Doctore and already proven quite able to handle her, but that alone was not enough to grant him some comfort.&nbsp; The young man nodded to the lady knowing what he had to do next.<br><br>“As you command, my Lady Domina”<br><br>Lifting himself from the furniture he nodded politely her as was the protocol in the presence of his superiors.&nbsp; With the final nod of approval he moved from the study, passing by the various male and female slaves that surrounded the interior of the estate. He had never seen so many servants before, each one nodding towards him as he passed by.&nbsp; &nbsp;He did not care for such formalities, since the reality was he was no different than a slave.&nbsp; He gave up his freedom for this employment, and until released from his oath, he was bound by blood and soul to this ludus, and by Mars’ will he will have trained the finest if not the most entertaining cadre of warriors that Rome has ever produced.<br><br>When he finally reached the sandy training grounds, one of the guards had taken the liberty to open his cell to his personal quarters.&nbsp; Already his weapon had been moved there, along with a change of clothes that seemed for fitting a Doctore than Aulus’ retiring uniform.&nbsp; He hoped Antonious had been helped home and escorted back to his estate, of course with profit.&nbsp; Knowing the old merchant, he would have certainly would have found some means to profit from his transfer.&nbsp; Aulus put aside his past relations, aiming now towards the future of himself and those he would surround himself with.&nbsp; Removing the worn out garments, he changed into the new uniform of this Ludus, which was much like a legionnaire recruit’s armor, but it was more worn out and already showed scars of past conflicts.&nbsp; With armor and whip in hand, he stepped outside once again to the training grounds.&nbsp; His hand reached to the sands scooping a handful, which he then rubbed onto his hands and arms.&nbsp; Perhaps a tradition to become one with the earth, and one with the gods.<br><br>“Alright you sorry excuse for warriors, I will not wait long for you to show your ugly faces.&nbsp; If you’re not out here soon, I’ll drag each one of you out individually, and my whip is not as forgiving as I am.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 02:02:25</strong>
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				Ammon had slept hard throughout the night, as he always did after he found himself drained of his seed. That night in particular had been different in comparison to the others. It was one thing to spend the entirety of his evening fucking a simple whore, or two. The woman he'd deflowered the night before had been another matter entirely. Even his own feelings towards here were more conflicted than what he had hoped for. However all of these thoughts would be exorcised come morning as he awoke, and got himself ready to begin another day of training. <br><br>He'd become champion, soon enough. There was no disputing this, and Ammon could feel it in his very essence. He was sure his brothers who bore the same mark as he were aware of it as well, and it was with that confidence and mentality that he made his way out to the sands wordlessly. A harsh and cruel taint to his eyes before he glanced in the direction of some fuck he assumed to be the new doctore. In Ammon's eyes, this was a shame. The previous doctore was responsible for much of his training, and the idea of listening to a new one? Wasn't a welcome one, however he said nothing and merely steeled his glance forward. The girl, nay the young woman whom he had bedded the night prior? She was inconsequential at that moment, he'd figure out what to do with her soon enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 05:23:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br><br>Though the man she had willingly and quite lustfully spent time with had perhaps spent the night worshiping Caer Ibormeith ( Celtic Goddess of Sleep), Ryann had troubles. Oh, her body was willing enough, both sated and wonderfully sore, but her mind caused her to toss and turn. Ammon had gotten to her, ans this could be fatal, she very well knew.<br><br>So it was with a heavy sigh that she met the cock's crow, and a snarl to the rising sun. But the shout from the training yard brought her fully back to exactly where she was. She did not recognize the voice that yelled for all the Gladiators to make their way upon the sands, so at first she simply was but another in the line of slaves making their way to the yard. Yet she went with chin high and shoulders set, ignoring the harsh glowers and spat out curses directed at her. There were plenty of the men that did not want her there, and it was obvious they would try their damndest to remove her from the lists.<br><br>None of that mattered. She caught a glimpse of Ammon, and his steely gaze though not directed at her in the least, brought her resolve even higher. She was here to become a Gladiatrix, and she would do it, or die. Her own green hues finally made their way to the man who had called them to the sands, and she froze.<br><br>Standing before her, obviously just set within the position of Doctore, was her enemy Aulus. Her hands clenched, her nostrils flared, and every muscle in her body tensed. How could this be? How could she possibly make herself known as a prize of this Ludus with this pathetic filth 'teaching' her? She had already taught him just the day previous had she not!? The Gods were mocking her!
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 17:08:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Livia.jpg)</div>The heat bled new into the sands as the gladiators were woken and called upon to move body and soul out beneath the glaring sun to train. Caris had run to ground any provision she could acquire about the house and made note of it. Stock taking every sheet, herb and drink within the Ludus for Livia would require them for sure. A bath was set for the Domina and calling one other house slave, they attended to her as she stood by the edge of the bath. Slowly Livia was undressed and with elegance she stepped into the bath, lowering herself down to enjoy the cooling waters about her skin. <br><br>A smile came to her as Caris began to wash her Domina, hands gliding with cloth across the bare smooth skin as the slaves thoughts went to the previous night when she had allowed Patrocles to take her and take her. Her body all but shivered with desire even now and she hoped that he would not turn away from her from&nbsp; here on in. Livia on the other hand was not thinking about the delicious body that she had ravished the night before though he came unbidden to thought when Caris's hand idly brushed over her Domina's breasts.<br><br>No, Livia was deep in contemplation as to her next move with this Ludus. It seemed better by far for her to sell the Ludus Metalla in the heart of the town and bring all her dealings here, all her business. The air was cleaner and there was by far less noise, no matter that there would be plenty of grunts and roars during the hours of training. Onwards her thought pattern maneuvered until she was finished with her bath and rose once again from the water to have her servant wrap a loose palla about her. Slivers of her body were visible, water beading on succulent skin as she moved out to what was now her chamber.<br><br>The other house servant and Caris patted her dry before lavishing every inch of their Domina with creams to scent and soften the skin. Hair brushed, dressed and adorned, clothing of impeccable elegance placed upon her, Livia was ready to greet the day. She would have breakfast out on the balcony, it would be most interesting to see her new acquistions in their alloted roles. How would the gallatrix take to being ordered by Aulus and how would the young soldier take to his new position? A smile came to her lips as Caris poured her some wine and placed some flat breads and fruits for her then stood back and off to the side, wondering if she would see Patrocles on the sands this morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SanguinePuppet</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 06:08:43</strong>
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				Linara, dressed in the simple beige rags of a slave headed up to the balcony where Caris and the Domina would be. Linara brushed the hair out of her face before she entered the balcony respectfully. Linara kneeled down next to the domina before bringing a silver plate with a couple of creams on it. "My Lady, would you like for me to massage you after your meal so you&nbsp; may enjoy your sights in pleasure? Or is there anything else that you would for me to do?" Linara hadn't been actively serving the Domina, but now she had been given the opportunity. She hoped that with her new active role with the Domina that perhaps she may one day earn some favor wit the house.<br><br>Her eyes couldn't help but to look down below scanning to see if her brother was down below. Her attention was turned back to the Domina. The last thing she wanted to do was to bother her, but she wanted to make the Domina was completely satisfied.
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				Title: <strong>Re: GLADIATOR! IC Page</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 23:53:56</strong>
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				The authoritive voice of the man seemed to have echoed throughout the entire Ludus. Although the voice was different than usual, the words were definitely those of a Doctore. Even Alaricus, who was lost in a deep slumber within his gladiatorial cell, could not escape the sound as it penetrated his ears, and ripped his soul from the realm of dreams.<br><br>Slowly, the man awoke, his eyelids openning to reveal the pools of hazel-green that rest behind them. A groan could be heard from his throat as he viewed the cieling above, his back laying on what he was told was a bed. The sight was far too familiar at this point, yet he dreaded it the same each time. Alaricus rose to his feet, stretching his muscualar arms upward. Crackling could be heard as his chizzled body tried to loosen up, his muscles having become tight from the relaxed state. Alaricus made his way to the door, hesitating briefly before opening it. He could hear the movement of the other gladiators on the other side as they headed toward the training grounds. Quietly, he cursed the gods for having him go through another day in the Ludus, before finally exitting his chamber.<br><br>Within a few moments, Alaricus had joined the others as they stood before the new Doctore. It was Aulus, a man who Alaricus had come across only a few times in his life. Although they had never formally met, Alaricus remembered the face amonst the soldiers back in the military. The two stood on opposite sides, yet at one point they would've actually called one another brother, rather than the company of the barbarians he stood in line with. Still, Alaricus wasn't sure how he felt towards Aulus. Part of him was glad that there was another soldier he might be able to connect to, yet at the same time he despised Aulus, jealous of the fact that he was his superior now, while Alaricus was forced to struggle for his survival daily amongst the filth. Once again, he cursed the gods. They were showing no mercy on him today, but, by now, it had become the norm for the slave.<br><br>However, as bad as things were, Alaricus was thankful that he was alive, wiggling his toes within the sand to make sure of it. Being alive meant there was someone still fighting for the freedom of his sister. He could feel her gaze upon himself as she looked down at him from the balcony. A sort 'sibling sense', one might say. Alaricus glance up to return it, noticing the domina next to her. He gave Linara a quick smile, as if telling her to bare with it for another day. Time was their worst enemy at this point. The more time that passed, the more likely that one of them would break. Alaricus wasn't so much worried about himself, so much as his sister. Even though a warrior's heart ran in their family, the domina was as cold-hearted as she was beautiful, and was never to be trusted. Alaricus just hoped that his greatest fears wouldn't become reality.<br><br>Still, Alaricus would ultimately need the domina's favor if he ever intended to obtain the rudis for his sister, and a second to buy his own freedom and himself of the name given to him once made a slave, Ajax. Since having become a gladiator, Alaricus' bouts had been rather lack-luster. It wasn't so much him, but rather his level of competition. They were always far below his level, and even when he tried to draw them out longer for the crowd to gain interest, his opponent would always fall before-hand. If only he could get the same recognition as the champion, Patrocles, or even that of the lesser Ammon. Maybe then he could finally get a suitable opponent to show prove his worth to the domina.<br><br>Alaricus looked around at the other gladiators. All seemed to have been accounted for except for Patrocles, but the champion always had his own agenda that the domina never seemed to mind. He wondered who he'd be paired up to spar against, hoping that it'd be someone of worth. Most of the others in the line seemed to want to be paired up with the raveness with the voluptuous curves, the gladiatrix recruit. Simple-minded fools, thinking only with their pre-pubescent cocks. His only goal was to advance his position in the Ludus until his sister was free. In order to succeed, he needed to get rid of all of his desires, even the desire of a woman's touch, which was the hardest of them all.<br><br>That only left the egyptian, Ammon, or the doctore himself. Either one could be a suitable partner in battle to capture the domina's eye. Hopefully, the fortune of the gods would be swayed in his favor. 
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