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Letonius

Letonius was a fairly frail seeming man, old and hunching forth if just the slightest bit. He was a wealthy Roman, given a life of luxury and little work. He was brilliant, however. He had an eye for great stock. His liver spotted, balding head had white hair in patches around the base of his skull. His penetrating green eyes were constantly at work, making calculations. He wore a silky toga and his finest leather sandals. Guards stood near, ready to die for this man. He had always been fairly kind, and extremely rewarding to those who benefitted him. Those calculating eyes..You didn't want to see hatred in their depths, you could be crucified or without your cock the next day.

He stood feet away from the ledge of the cliff that bordered this facility, this "school" for warriors. He had long since ordered his newest batch of gladiators be transported. Waiting in the training yard he was preparing a speech. The trainer was a large Thracian man that had long since won his freedom. He was wearing sandals, a garb and a loincloth. Dirty and scarred. He went by the name, Dentupes. Was feared among anyone that had seen him utterly destroy an opponent. A whip hung loosely from his right hand, coiled around the fingers. He waited patiently, ready to disallow them comfort and solice.

Letonius paced slowly, a bright and anxious smile spread across his lined, old face. His ears perked and he nearly jumped with excitement waving his hands at the guards. Who began the process of opening the large wooden gate for the carriage. It's rackety wheels could be heard coming down the cobblestone path to the school. They were set in the rolling green hills of Italy, far from any massive towns or villages. He had assisted the emperor in paying for the roads this far out. The man loved to flaunt his wealth. He looked forward to this, growing wealthy on the pain and misery of these men.

The carriage arrived and a guard went to the door, pulling it open and grabbing the leading prisoner by the arm, pulling at him and ordering them out. The slaves bustled out, mumbling. Some looked broken and given in while others looked strong and defiant, Letonius ordered them in a line before him on the ledge of the cliff, and the guards went about carrying out the orders. Chains bound the slaves at their wrists and ankles, they all were dirty and unkempt. Letonius smiled, this was always an exciting part.