The Great School of Gladiatorial Prowess

This is a call to greatness, glory, riches, or perhaps and more likely death. The life of a gladiator is relentless, difficult, painful. Every friend you make, you're likely to see die tomorrow. All the family you once had, consider them dead. Only the insane seem to be successful in this sport of blood. Finding strength in splashing the sands of the arena with the blood of their enemies.

Beasts, re-enactments of past battles, fighting fellow gladiators or fighting an onslaught of poorly equipped and untrained peasents. You fight for your freedom or drachma, or perhaps the thrill of combat. The cruel masses of the intrigued Roman citizens are exactly that, intrigued with the way your blood flows, hungry for it, cruel in their watching of the sports.

A poor Emperor, Claudus Titunius III is a young and unexperienced leader. He earns the title of Emperor through lineage and is more concerned with exploiting the position for dark forms of entertainment. Sex, violence, rich alcohol heavy on the tongue. He's well known for his orgies and the hosting of games in the arena every other day.

Your existence is to service the fancy of this horrid man, and his masses. This world is a difficult one to master.

We happen upon a complex, the view is that of a bird as we see it from above. It has a high set wooden palisade set around a large stone structure, set against a cliff face. Suddenly our view drops and we see men breathing heavy, sweat glistening on their scarred bodies. The clash of steel can be heard throughout the entire complex as they struggle to manage the upperhand in their spars. A new set of recruits is scheduled to arrive today, to keep up with the constant demand for men to die or kill in the arena.

What potential will these new recruits, hold? Will they be killed mercilessly or kill mercilessly? Will they be a breed all their own? We wait impatiently for their arrival..