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Amphitheatrum Flavium

Ancient Rome

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a part of Amphitheatrum Flavium, by Lady of the Sycamore.

Rome: The city at the heart of the Roman Empire

Lady of the Sycamore holds sovereignty over Ancient Rome, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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The city at the heart of the Empire, the home of the Colosseum and the Roman Senate.
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Ancient Rome

Rome: The city at the heart of the Roman Empire

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Ancient Rome is a part of Amphitheatrum Flavium.

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Kissa [4] Bloody Romans...
Antonius Crassinus [2] Let the games begin!
Marcellus Ponticus [1] For the good of Rome
Emperor Nero [1] What's one more crucifixion?
Ambrosia Velius [0] "I will not bend simply because I am a woman."

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Character Portrait: Kissa
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Kissa
Kissa shivered, and she drew what she had left of her worn dress around her. She was hungry, exhausted, and emotionally tired out to the point of apathy. She didn't care anymore. She knew what was going to happen, and she was ready for it. She knew that it would be foolish to even dream of seeing her family again, and what happened to her was not a concern. She just wanted it to end. For her to be sold or to die. She did not care which. But she could not stand this anymore, she hated everything. She hated her cell, she hated the slave traders, she hated the other slaves, she hated the rotten smell of death in the air, and most of all she hated the filthy Romans who casually walked by, regarding her and her people as nothing more than animals fit for market. And that is exactly what they were. They were nothing more than animals, if they were even as high as that. Her misery subsided as she watched a Roman man approach the trader at the door of the cell. The trader unlocked it, and the Roman stepped in. He began to look all of the slaves over, and Kissa knew this was her chance. She was not sure what she could accomplish, but she could not simply sit there anymore. Without a moment of hesitation, she threw herself at the Roman and hit him with all the force she could muster. The Roman was shocked, and she would have inflicted reasonable damage to him had two traders not rushed in and taken her away from the man. They drug her out of the cell and beat her. She cried out in pain, but she was not ashamed. There was no more that they could do to bring her any lower. The Roman, recovered from his shock, stepped out of the cell and studied Kissa once again.
"She'll do excellently. A bit of beauty and ferocity, I am sure the crowd will be impressed. She might even last for more than a minute, this one's a fighter.", said the Roman. Kissa was a bit confused at this, but the traders simply bound her wrists in chains while the Roman went and picked a half a dozen other slaves, who were all bound in chains into a long line. The Roman paid the slave traders, and then he led the chained procession down the streets of Rome.

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Character Portrait: Marcellus Ponticus
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Marcellus
Marcellus woke to a small voice, and a light tapping at his shoulder.
"Dominus, it is time for you to be waking." Marcellus opened his eyes to see the smiling, adolescent face of his slave, Felix. Marcellus sat up and yawned. He looked out the window, and was glad to see that it was going to be a pleasant day. He got out from under his blankets and Felix brought him a new set of clothing. He got dressed, splashed some water onto his face from a basin, and then went into him small dining room. He sat down and his cook, Enid, brought him a plate full of fruit and cheese. He ate quickly in silence, and then went out into the city, leaving his small villa in the care of Enid and Felix, as always. He walked slowly through the streets, knowing that he had plenty of time to reach the Senate. He watched as small children played along the side of the of road, and vendors called out to anyone who would lend an ear, or perhaps a coin or two. This was the Rome that he loved, the Rome that he hoped that he could help preserve. The signs of the terrible fire had mostly disappeared, but the memory was still there as if the flames had only engulfed the city yesterday. Marcellus, like everyone else, knew the rumors. He knew who it was who was blamed in whispers for the fire. And personally, Marcellus did not doubt these rumors. He knew what the Emperor was capable of. Marcellus sighed and put these thoughts away in his mind, and went back to enjoying the present happiness in Rome.

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Character Portrait: Antonius Crassinus Character Portrait: Kissa
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Antonius
Antonius sat upon his raised chair on the balcony that overlooked the arena. He watched as his gladiators trained in the sand, their swords and spears clanging against shields and armor. Tonight would be a fairly good evening of entertainment. He had sent one of his men to go and fetch a fresh batch of slaves, and the new conquest of some villages in Egypt meant that there would be a decent stock coming in. Not that he expected the slaves to last very long in the arena, but the people always loved it if the slaves gave a good fight. Antonius got up from his chair and walked down to one of the holding cells for the slaves underneath the arena. Right on time, the man he had sent was just arriving with a half a dozen slaves from the market. He looked at them approvingly, until he noticed that one of them was female, something that they rarely used in the arena. She was very beautiful, and he asked his man why he chose her.
"She may seem tame, but she almost teared me to pieces when I got within a few feet of her. She's got spirit, this one.", said the man. Antonius nodded in understanding, and he watched as the man locked the slaves up. He then went back up to his seat, and knew that the crowd would be very pleased indeed. Some of them may protest about the woman, but blood was blood, no matter male or female. He might even let this one be permitted a sword, just to give her an advantage. He smiled as he thought about tonight's games. As always, he knew that he would enjoy himself. Many say that the Colosseum is the heart of the Roman Empire, and he was proud to be called its keeper.

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Kissa slumped against the wall of the holding cell. Great, another cage... Kissa wasn't sure what was in store for her, but whatever it was, she knew it couldn't be good. She was in the sort of place where disobedient slaves were preferred, and she knew that disobedient slaves were only good for one thing: being killed. Perhaps she could make an escape. But what then? There was no way she could get out of Rome with soldiers and guards everywhere.
Kissa sat there for hours, spending what might be her last moments dreaming about Egypt and her family. Then the time had come. There was a general, hurried commotion under the arena, people bustling about here and there. Soon a loud cheer erupted from above, and it continued on. Once in a while, a man would come and take a few of the slaves at a time. The cheers continued. Slowly, the cell became emptier and emptier, until Kissa was the only one left. Most entertaining for last..., she thought bitterly. Then her time had come. A man appeared to bring her up, and he took her out of the cell and led her through a series of passages,until finally they stood in front of a closed gate. She could hear the cheering, louder than ever, coming from the other side. The man went to a table nearby and grabbed a sword. He gave it to Kissa, and she turned it over in her hands. It was quite heavy, and felt very unbalanced. But she was thankful to be given one at all, so she resisted the urge to kill him with it. The cheers became louder, signaling the end of the previous match. Then a silence fell, and a muffled voice rose over the arena, and then ended with a large amount of cheering. Kissa's heart quickened as the gate in front of her opened. The man pushes her into the arena, and she stumbled into the blinding sunlight. She squinted around her, and almost dropped the sword in astonishment. Around her was a giant stone arena, where thousands of Romans sat and screamed. All of their eyes were upon her, and at that moment she hated Romans even more than when they had burned her family's farm to the ground. They were cheering because they wanted to see her die. At that moment she finally noticed her opponent: a large, bulky gladiator covered in armor, with his sword drawn. She knew then what she had to do. She had to defy these Romans at any cost. She would not die, not like this, not while thousands of spectators screamed for her blood. She raised her sword, ready to kill.

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Character Portrait: Emperor Nero Character Portrait: Antonius Crassinus Character Portrait: Kissa
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Kissa
As the gladiator charged, Kissa stepped to the side and slashed at him. She wasn't a born fighter, and had never been trained as such, but she knew how a sword was used. She knew which side to run through the other person, at least. Back in Egypt growing up she had often picked up a staff to duel one of her friends, and so she had gained a few skills. But this was nothing like that. That was fun, a game. Needless to say, this was not. This was life or death, either you win, or you die. And she had to win, no matter what she had to do. She blocked the blow of the gladiator and swung her sword at him, aiming for his head. He knocked her sword away, and she wasn't quite fast enough as she backed away from as he aimed at her stomach. She was able to duck down, but the blade swiped across her left shoulder. She screamed in agony as immense pain shot through her arm, but she could do nothing. She had to stay focused. She dropped onto the ground and aimed toward his exposed calves. She hit her target, and he grunted in pain and fell to his knees. She sprang up from the ground and kicked at his chest as hard as she could. He fell backwards, and she immediately grabbed up his sword and tossed it away. She pinned him down with her foot, her sword inches from his throat. She looked up at the roaring crowd, screaming at her to finish him. She saw a man on a throne grin and give her a thumbs down, which she did not understand. But it did not matter to her what these Romans thought. She had but one choice. She closed her eyes and thrust her sword downward with all of her might. She did not look at the gladiator she had slain, and she did not want to see. A sickening feeling started to rise in her stomach, and she fought to keep from doubling over in discomfort and her arm throbbed in pain. The spectators erupted in applause, and a man came forward to lead her back through the series of mazes into the Colosseum. As she was leaving, the announcer yelled above the crowd.
"People of Rome! I give you a new champion, an exotic beauty from the far away lands of Egypt! She has brought down the mighty Spiculus, and shall now take his place among the gladiators of this noble Colosseum!"
This man that was sent to help Aziza was much nicer than the last one. Perhaps it is because in the few minutes since she walked into the arena, she had changed. She was no longer the person she was then. She was no longer a timid, female slave sent to her death, but she was a victor, and a gladiator. The man fetched a physician to look after her arm, and there he waited with her.