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Temples / Worship / Re: A Pontifex~
« Last post by Serene on February 24, 2013, 04:39:06 PM »
Well Vec, I been trying to get my OOC Master to join up, since he and I both love the Roman times. But convincing him to join up is the hard part lol
Temples / Worship / Re: A Pontifex~
« Last post by Vector on February 23, 2013, 07:38:15 AM »
seems like it could be a very interesting role-play position :)
Temples / Worship / A Pontifex~
« Last post by Serene on February 21, 2013, 07:01:58 PM »
I think I might know someone who might take the role of Pontifex if I ask him.
Nobles/Royalty / Player App (Cornelia Nonius Macrinius)
« Last post by Marilina on February 20, 2013, 04:51:24 PM »
Click to TP to us in SecondLife:

Welcome to Gods of Valor! We are a friendly and easy going community that strives to be welcoming to all who RP here.  We are a town distant from the heart of Rome, set off the beaten path surrounded by long miles of forests and roads.  

First and foremost, we are a role-play community.  We are open to any creative ideas you may have on bringing something new into the city.  Simply contact an Admin, and we can see what we can do.  We are compliant with TOS set forth by Linden Labs, so all people playing within this community are to be a minimum of 18 years of age (ic and ooc).

To ensure we keep role play the focus of the community, gladiators are expected to RP as much as meter fight.  If you are a person who likes to only combat, this community may not suit what you are looking for.  

NOTE, if you have designs on your friendly neighborhood gladiators (giggity lol) ... then it is highly suggested you become either a Lupinaria slave, or a very wealthy patrician (but keep in mind in Casilinum, these would be kinda rare).  Other roles will likely have little to no opportunity to get that close.

Gods of Valor Application:

Type of Character:  CITIZEN

Avatar Name:  Marilina Antonioni

Character Name:  Cornelia Nonius Macrinius

SecondLife Birthday (RezzDay):  January 23,2007

Timezone:  pacific

When do you usually play? (days & times of day/night):  randomlly but most late afternoon/evenings

Desired Role:  I am sister of Maximus Nonius Macrinius of the Bruttii familia, a woman whose family could be very powerful and tracherous at the same time. She can be sweet but very intelligent and will do anything for the advancement of her familia.

What do you think such a role would require from you?:  

I will say when i roleplay I am constantly under In-Character, like an actress doing her play representing to the max her role. As OOC I am very helpful, nice and very friendly.

Background Character Information:  

My name is Cornelia Nonius Macrinius. I am the sister of Maximus Nonius Macrinius, Pater of the Bruttii Familia of Rome. My role is more of a high rank lady, she could host parties in the familia house, she could go to the market to buy slaves, she could go to the bath house to get the latest gossip in town, she could go to the games to meet people and in a way find out information about anything taking place. She can be a very sweet, sexy, intelligent woman as a very dangerous person since she will do whatever it takes for the advancement of any member in her familia.

Please provide an example of your emoting abilities:

Cornelia looks at the gladiator standing in front of her , look at his broad chest, the muscles in his arms, the long and powerful legs but she knows that they are all beasts, some one can trust others she can't. She walks past him looking him straight in the eye and give him this sensual smile. She face ahead and keeps walking feeling how the gladiator follow her movement with his eyes like fire burning all over her skin.

Gladiators & Slaves Only Below

If you are a gladiator, gladiatrix or slave, this next section is mandatory.  It is designed to ensure that your preferences and rights are known and upheld and that you have the right kind of rp experience for your needs/desires as your  role is one that is most likely to include consensual non-consent sexual role-play.

You are A ...

Do you want to be owned by a man or a woman?  

What are your RP Limits?

No Rape
No Capture for more than 24 hours
No nudity
No cutting of hair
If there is something i am not please about I will send a private im

Do you have a preference of where you wish to serve if possible?  If so, where?

You may be summoned to perform sexually in rp.  Is this acceptable to you?  No

          If yes, are you bisexual, gay/lesbian or straight?  

If you are not bisexual, do you have issues in rping sexual encounters with the same gender if it comes up?  (meaning, not what you prefer but you wont stop the rp)

Gladiators, would you wish to have slaves sent to you as reward for wins and good service?  

          If yes, male, female or either?  

Gladiators, do you enjoy sponsorship rp (i.e. like to be sponsored and the pr that ensues)?  

          If yes, by men, women or either?  

Gladiators, please list your best evenings for RP so that we can organize arena matches as best as possible.

Slaves, would you wish to be gifted to gladiators for their good service?  
          If yes, male, female or either?  

Any other special requests or things we should know? Please include them here:


Please if you would, how did you find us?:

By Maximus Cafarelli

Why did you choose Gods of Valor?:

I used to roleplay at Rome in the Bruttii Family some time ago and for 3 years as the Queen of Macedonia next to Dimitry Krokus

Give us your suggestions to make the sim better or to market it better.

We will contact you shortly to talk to you about your app.  When approved, you will be granted full member status here, and your group status in world will be upgraded as well.  Welcome to Gods of Valor!

Your Ideas / An idea to help advertise the sim and get the word out...
« Last post by Marciana on February 16, 2013, 06:21:37 PM »
Hey guys! I just joined the other day and I talked to watcher and Marcus some at the landing hub about ideas for how to get this sim rocking and rolling again...

I am a member of a group called Seeking Roleplay (some of you may have heard of this group and may already be members) and I get notices all the time from people in the group trying to promote their RP sims. Below I have copied and pasted the group description and the link to their group profile.

"The following is a unity of SecondLife roleplayers focused on obtaining TEXT interaction in various SIM atmospheres.  SIM owners with the intention to provide the aforementioned and those seeking roleplay partners or more information on the eccletic and adventorous world of the WRITTEN word are welcomed."


I don't know how you guys feel about going this route, but I figure it wouldn't hurt to join and send out notices every once in a while through the group to advertise the sim. Hell, I could even do it, if given the verbiage that you guys would want put out there.

I am eager to help the sim grow because it is such a great build and the admins I have met so far seem very interested in making this sim the best ancient Roman RP sim there is.
Your Ideas / My Realistic Idea
« Last post by Vector on February 15, 2013, 04:22:29 PM »
my realistic ideas far fetched as it might be for now is just to see people role-play again that is why i kept coming back here

and my only gripe is that some people are never happy, but if you want some thing to work then you have to speak up not just walk away . Think about where you are in life and ask yourself " If I didn't try would I have all this ?"

now I know this means nothing to some of you. Personally I am just entering a bad place in my life and I could you this sim and it's members to cheer me up once in a while 
Stories & RP Logs / Gladiator Discipline - Doctore's wrath!
« Last post by TrentSheldon Resident on February 01, 2013, 04:15:56 AM »
Germanicus Trenticus (trentsheldon):  dragged out towards the whipping post the guards pause as they wait for the other guards to bring Thraex and await Doctor's words it seems
 Tempest (taurengurl):  looks at Vector and shakes her head. She would look down, hiding her face in her hair so no one could see the impending tears. She mumbled some excuse and turned her back, taking a deep breath and searching through her head for items she would need. After compiling a list, she would shout to a house slave to get them for her that was up on the balcony..
 Taurus (thraex.orsini):  offers no resistance when he's dragged from the cell, and out into the bright sunlight again, the guards laughing when the two gladiators look at each other in a way that makes it clear their feud is far from over....they like nothing better than taking bets on which of two such fighter will die first, either by each other's hand, or on the orders of the lanista
Vector (dadeharper):  noticed Silver standing on the balcony and looked to her , a look that seemed to say we need to talk
 Amun (remy.netizen):  sees the guards drag the fighters out enjoying the moment of power to handle them more roughly than otherwise permitted. The doctores cold gaze focusing on the medicus, seeing what looked like possible tears before he utters his own words. 'You should be pleased to see the enemies of Rome being subjugated and treated how they deserve' each word intended to dig in like a knife, before he gives another order to the guards to force each fighter to one knee, and chains to be shorted from wrist to ankle, in a way again that is reminiscent of how mine slaves were about to be executed. 'Gladiators attend!' he roars causing a stop to the training and for all to watch on and see the punishment that was about to be dished out.
 Vector (dadeharper) stopped his eyes turn to the Doctore and he waited for the mans next words
Tempest (taurengurl):  turned her head and glared at Amun. Had he seen her? Probably not. She refused to let a single tear obviously show, at least not to the Doctore. She would now allow him to get to her. "Yes well Doctore, I'm not a sadistic bastard." She snapped back. She looked about to say something else, but it seemed like a low blow, even for her so she choked it in.
Germanicus Trenticus (trentsheldon): feels himself being pushed down forceably by the guards. He takes a few deep breaths as he braces himself for the sting of Doctore's whip
 Lance (lance.rodex):  steps on the sands reluctantly, his eyes distant, cold, his own marks barely healed, if he could have found a way out of witnessing this, he would have, since he can't, he plays with the small amount of cannabis he managed to knick from the medic's room, as a comfort for later on.
Taurus (thraex.orsini):  doesn't look up at the balcony, for he has no wish to see either anger, or pain in Silver's eyes should she be there. Forced to the ground by the guards, he has no choice but to wait for the inevitable agony to follow
Amun (remy.netizen):  lesson...one that you will both remember...' The whip raised and pointed at the others in a sweeping gesture. 'one that you will *all* learn from'
Amun (remy.netizen):  moves towards her his voice in a lower whisper, but those like vector who were standing next to her would also hear. 'I am what Rome has made me' Moving past her now he heads to one of the guards who hands him another whip this one different from the doctores own. It's falls laced with jagged knots, ones that were made to strip skin from back, and cause far more pain that that of the doctores weapon. 'These two mongrels would rather tear throat from each other here than face the arena....they would rather injure the lanistas stock and fight like rats, than follow the laws of this ludus' He moves back towards the fighters now, the whip left to hang from his fist, so they could both see that it was the same whip that was used to force slaves to work in the mines or to die under it's kiss. 'I have already given one lesson on the back of lance as to what will happen if you dare lay hand on each other without the lanistas permission and yet you ignorant dogs would do it again, and so I make another
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  swallows past the lump in her throat as she sees the Gladiators kneeling on the sand, the Doctore's whip licking at them.
Lance (lance.rodex):  gasps when he sees the whip, he opens his mouth to say something, his gaze flies to the medic, the words "You can't...." escape his lips before he manages to control himself, his fists are clenched as he swallows the rest of his words, then he snarls under his breath "Like this is looking after ludus property", his toes digging into the sand.
Germanicus Trenticus (trentsheldon):  eyes the whip in Doctore's hand. It was unlike the whip used on his back the first time. He knows this one is going to cut into their skin and braces himself
Tempest (taurengurl):  looks over at Lance, pain obvious on her face. "There is nothing I can do but light incense, pray, and heal their wounds." But the least she could do was not watch. She would look up at the balcony at Silver and gesture towards her. "I might need an assistant." She told the slave. She didn't order Silver to come down, but left it open should she chose to. Then the MEdicus would turn and start walking into her office. "Lance, bring them in when he's done."
Taurus (thraex.orsini):  looks at the whip, and hsi eyes widen in surprise, he had not expected that the fight would go unpunished, but the wounds a mine overseer's whip are likely to inflict will not heal quickly. He glances over to Trenticus, wondering if the man is aware of what he's about to suffer
Vector (dadeharper):  silently looks on he approves mentally of what the doctore has to do , he is more than glad that he and Lance did not suffer the same fate
Amun (remy.netizen):  what was ultimately Roman justice.
Amun (remy.netizen):  knows the lesson about to meted out would be a hard one, and one that would leave scars on both men for the rest of his days, but the point had to be made that to strike another fighter in this ludus was tantamount to taking coin from the lanista's pocket, and while he could not cut hand off for theft, he would see a reminder etched into their flesh that would serve not only those that bore the pain of it, but all who looked upon them. 'You wish to fight like dogs.. you wish to be disobedient...then you wish to end your days in the Gortenya mines, and i will let you have a taste of what is to come should you continue down the path you have set yourselves on' The way the fighters were positioned enabling more downward force on the whip. It was no intended mercy that either fighter could hide their faces and their pain, but more important that their backs be made to face the other gladiators so they could see the lesson for themselves. He watches the medicus leave, surprised that she would not want to see
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  hears the Medicus, "Ye..yes Era," she says softly, and turns to head to the Ludus, the sight of Thraex kneeling shackled on the sand seared into her memory.
Germanicus Trenticus (trentsheldon):  despite his usual bravado he feels his stomache knotting up as Doctore moves behind them with the whip. He says a silent prayer asking for strength to andure what is about to be unleashed
Lance (lance.rodex):  points over his shoulder and offers "I should go help the medicus prepare", that was not entirely true, but maybe close enough to get him the hell from the sands, he knows what the whip will cause, he takes a deep breath, mustering all his courage, then he says in a clear voice "That whip will put both out for maybe weeks, weaken their built up muscle, they will basically have to start all over again. For the purpose of educating us all, please explain how that is in the lanista's best interest".
Taurus (thraex.orsini):  looks down, and waits for the agony to begin, with the brand on his back barely healed, he has no doubt that he will be carrying more scars by the time Doctore is through
Amun (remy.netizen):  moves behind the fighters, keeping in the middle that he could strike both, Intending alternate strikes that would see the heavy overseers whip bite hungrily into the backs of both fighters one after the other. The knots in the tail stripping layers of skin off with each snap. The anger that was always just bubbling under the service now being given an outlet, and the rage that he felt towards the thracian aiding strength to his arm. The weapon in his hand coming alive like a viper, snapping, biting and tearing into the muscled back of both, and the shortened chains at the fighters wrists and ankles ensuring that the crouched position isn't an easy one to get out from. The first crack that echos off the walls brings many nightmares back for those that had the misfortune of seeing the mines where seeing beasts whipped to death were common place.
Vector (dadeharper):  was shocked in the way Lance spoke out towards the Doctore , thinking it was not in his best interest . he called over to him " Lance Medicus calls you "
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  rounds the corner to the Medicus's office just as the Doctore begins to kiss their bared backs with the whip. Mesmerized and horrified, she freezes, watching the spectacle as their blood begins to run.
Tempest (taurengurl):  steps outside as she hears it begin. Looking at Silver, she quickly grabs the girl's arm and yanks her into the office.
Germanicus Trenticus (trentsheldon):  forces his gaze to look onto the sands as the whip suddenly cuts through his flesh. His lips part in a painful loud grunt at the first lash as he feels his skin split at the very first strike. His head snapping back at the second, painful groans soon change into screams of pain as his back feels the fury of the whip, his skin cut into over and over, his screams loud, almost deafening at the intencity of the whipping. Unlike the first whipping where his skin had not been split like this. Finally he loses balance, the world spins around him and he starts to sway heavily
Taurus (thraex.orsini):  hears Lance's clear voice, and almost looks round, the young Roman has courage even if the Gods have clearly taken all sense of caution from him. Any rational thought vanishes at the first strike of the whip, his body jerking against the chains as white hot agony seems to savage him like a tiger let loose in the arena...Trenticu's harsh groan echoing his own, as though they were brothers in pain at least
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  looks at the Medicus, caught off guard by her question. Shaking her head from side to side, "I...I don't know who You are talking about Era," her voice giving the lie away easily.
Tempest (taurengurl):  sighs and reaches over to rest a hand on Silver's shoulder. "I need an assistant down here Silver, someone to look after the office when I'm not around. I only want women to do it, will you do it for me?"
Amun (remy.netizen):  pauses in the first rain of blows to seemingly adjust his grip on the overseers whip, but more to let the fighters cries of pain sink in to those watching. the lesson as much for them as for the two that were put through the agonies of a mine whip. 'You are stock of this ludus!' he roars unleashing another flurry of strikes. The whip in his hand expertly used, that it rises up in the air before coming down hard on muscled flesh, having only a second to grip before it is torn away taking flesh with it, and opening up welts that bleed quickly. The tail of the whip even pre-salted making sure to eat into the open wounds and cause more pain that should as intended force those to try and rise back to their feet and resume backbreaking work. 'yet you would see yourselves sold to the mines...is this what you want!' The lashing timed to each word that it could easily be drowned out by the cries of those it laid into. '...is this what you dogs would hunger for.. to spend...your...last...moments..under!'
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  looks at her surprised, "Of...of course Era, but the Lanista..." as she wonders what Dominus will have to say about that. Not worrying about it now, "I have some practice with healing Era...I use to help my father's men," wanting the Medicus to know she had some skills.
Germanicus Trenticus (trentsheldon):  tries to break free and gets up under the onslought of the whip only to fall into a world of blackness, the force of the blows having caused him to break free from the grip of the guards, but soon he was enveloped by the blackness that had threatened to over come him
Sofia Boots (erika.eichel):  sure doesnt enjoy watching neither of the men getting a solid punishment by the Doctores whip. But she would be required to watch, as a lesson to them all. Each time the skin of the men is slip open, Abal twitches uneasy. While the scars faded by time, the memories of her childhood all too clear. She had however learned to behave over said years, and not been whipped herself since. Abal would glance to Lance and Vector briefly to watch their reaction.
Tempest (taurengurl):  nods. "I will speak with them about it. You would not be here all the time, just down here when you have no duties and I am not around or I am around and I need help."
Lance (lance.rodex):  visions becomes blurry, he struggles to blink some tears away before they roll down his cheecks, his chest is heaving, his breathing fast and shallow, betraying his anxiety, he has been in another ludus, he has seen slaves being handled when he was still living in Rome, but this is the harshest beating he has witnessed so far, the whip striking so harshly, the potential of cracked ribs enter his mind, he hopes the doctore will at least stop when one of his fellow gladiators passes out.
Taurus (thraex.orsini):  is barely aware of the ludus walls around him now, and thinks only of the revenge in his sister's name that will never come to pass if he should die under Roman whip. He Finally hasn't the strength to fight further, and he too falls to the sand
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  smiles to the Medicus, but it only plays across her lips, never reaching her eyes. Filled with anxiety for the Gladiators, "Thank You Era....I appreciate it."
Amun (remy.netizen):  the exertion of the unforgiving and brutal whipping. 'get back to training'
Amun (remy.netizen):  keeps up the whipping until each fighter had taken at least two dozen vicious blows, and if anything he would have kept going when it came to the thracian. The anger and rage that even looking at the man made flood through him, pushed him to use every snap, every lash of the whip count that could very well have both men whipped to death on the sands. If anything trenticus suffering a much harsher punishment simply because of the man next to him. Even when the germanican finally slumps to the ground, followed closely by the thracian they are still made to feel the whip raining down on them, just at it would in the mines themselves, and the doctores distinctive egyptian voice still snarling and roaring at them. 'I swear to my gods you ignorant jackals...that if I have to take this lesson to one more of you...it shall be your last!' The bloodied whip finally thrown back to the guard that had procured it for him. 'Guards drag them to the medicus... and the rest of you...' His breath coming in pants now from
Tempest (taurengurl):  steps outside and rushes to the fallen men. "They're unconscious...thank Asclepius.." She said quietly, then turns and looks at Silver. "Start getting and warming me some water now! Find the house slave I told before to get me supplies and get the items from him. Go to my office, light my cannibus incense, and get me clean rags and a knife!" She ordered.
Vector (dadeharper):  hearing the Doctores order ,his eyes still fixed on the two bloodied men could barley brake his gaze
Germanicus Trenticus (trentsheldon):  blissfully did not feel the last blows dealt to him by Doctore's whip as he had already been surrounded in blackness. With no less than 2 dozen blows to their backs with the knotted whip, their flesh has ben thoroughly split open on their back
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  steps out of the Medicus's office only to see both Thraex and Trenticus laying on the sands, their bodies a bloody mess. Hearing the Medicus barking orders to her, she snaps out of her frozen state and moves to do as instructed, pushing the image from her mind, knowing she is no use to Thraex if she cannot concetrate. "Yes Era!"
Sofia Boots (erika.eichel):  shifts uneasy from side to side as she watches yet more deep cuts carved into the backs of the men. Her arms wrap around herself tightly, face twitching with each snap of the whip onto flesh. As the onslaught of lashes goes on in what seems like forever, she starts fearing for the mens life really, she had seen one or two whipped to death during her stay at the mines. She snaps out of her stare and the memories, looking up to Amun as he addressed them. Replying quickly "Yes Doctore!". She hurries across the sand to take on one of the wooden dummies. Her eyes over her shoulder most of the time though, still watching as their Medicus comes out into the sand.
Amun (remy.netizen):  sees the medicus appear quickly getting aid to the fighters as quickly as possible. He had no doubt that she would save lives in the long run and may even possibly save the men from permanent injury, although he didn't doubt they would be left scarred by this lesson for the rest of their lives. Not something he would feel guilty for as the harsh lesson may indeed save another fighter a fate in the mines if he took to doing the same thing these two did earlier that day. 'I said get back to fucking training or you will find yourselves subject to another lesson!' However he took the opportunity to leave the sands knowing the fighters would need time to take in what they had just witnessed
Lance (lance.rodex):  steps closer, looking at the wounds, each knot in the whip had caused several with every lash, his shock pushed backwards for the moment, his expert eye examining the back, he simply states "They run the risk of bleeding out, stopping the haemorrhaging has to be stopped first before you can do anything else", he even snaps at a guard "Don't move them".
Taurus (thraex.orsini):  returns to some semblance of conciousness, and searing agony...the guards dragging him none to gently towards the Medicu's room. "Better patch you up so you can entertain in the arena Thracian," jeers one, "because I doubt your chances of earning coin for the lanista pleasuring noblewomen will be improve with a back that looks like its been chewed by a lion"
Tempest (taurengurl):  glares at the guards as they went to grab the man and drag them, back down, along the sand. "You will not!" She shouted. "You lazy bastards will pick these men up and CARRY them into my room!" She ordered and they did just that.
Germanicus Trenticus (trentsheldon) is lifted bodily by the guards and carried unconscious to the Medicus' office
Tempest (taurengurl):  glares at Lance. "Shut up!" She snaps as the men were moved. "stay out of my wayy."
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  takes a deep breath as the guards bring the injured Men in, followed by the Medicus. With the water warmed, and more coming, the incense burning, she turns to the Medicus, trying not to look at Thraex's back, "What do You need me to do Era?"
Vector (dadeharper):  looked around the sands to all the Gladiators " remember what you have just witnessed , should you wish to disrespect this Ludus you will surely find your selfs to the same fate"
Tempest (taurengurl):  nods as they entered a presumably smoke filled haze of the Medicus's office. IF the incense was lit, she inspected the two men and sighed. "Give me the knife." She said, holding a hand out to take it. She would start with Taurus and begin cutting away some of the strips of flesh that were hanging off of him. "See what I am doing slave? "She asked, beckoning Silver over. "Do this same to the other. We can have hanging bits of flesh, they can get infected."
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  watches, her mind switching to healing mode, seeing the wounds not the Men. handing the Medicus a knife, she watches carefully, and then shakes her head, not unfamiliar with the practice, "Yes Era, I can do this," her voice calm and confident.
Tempest (taurengurl):  nods and finishes up with Taurus before handing her the knife. "Here." She said and without looking went to the next phase of her work, cleaning. Going over to the several bowls of water she had brought it, she would add willow oil to each one, stir, and grabs several rags in which to clean with. Going back over to Taurus, she would set the bowl down and begin dabbing and cleaning the poor man's back. There was a lot of blood, but she was practiced enough to see past the mess and was already considering what to do next.
Taurus (thraex.orsini):  mercifully hovers between awareness, and oblivion as the lacerated flesh on his back is cut away by the Medicu's skilled, and sure hands. He imagines he hears Silver's voice..but then he also hears that of his sister, and other members of his dead family, so he knows his body and mind are reacting to the brutal punishment already, he starts shaking violently. his skin slick with sweat and cold in quick succession
Vector (dadeharper): looking around for a yard slave knowing it was time to eat , he wondered how hungry the others would be
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  takes the knife from the Medicus and kneels next to Trenticus's cot. Carefully she begins to cut away the hanging flesh, being careful not to cut to deeply and inflect more damage. Getting lost in the task, she begins to speak to Trenticus, soothingly the way she would her Father's men after a battle, wanting to offer Him a small piece of comfort, but also hoping that Thraex would hear and know she was speaking to Him as well...
Sofia Boots: entered chat range (19.52 m).
Germanicus Trenticus (trentsheldon):  eyes flicker open slowly, to the scorching pain on his cut back. His body too now shaking with the sheer agony of his ripped flesh, his mind threatening to black out on him, he feels somone working on him. He groans in pain, sweat beads forming on his brows as his body shakes with pain riveting throughout.
Sofia Boots (erika.eichel):  didnt feel like eating now for sure. She is wise enough to go snatch up a piece of bread for later though. Then heads on back to the sands to do as Doctore said, practice! She focuses this time, giving the dummy hell with her dual wooden blades. Using her shins to kick the dummy too, leaving bruises on her once again. But pain and training at least cleared her mind off other issues.
Tempest (taurengurl):  mumbles and wanders over to the plate of hot coals she had brought down. setting a bowl of water on top, she would quickly grind up several leaves and roots into a paste and then add them to the almost boiling water. Oregano, willow and elderberry flower were mixed and brewed into a tea which was then mixed with wine. Filling two cups, she would offer them to Silver. "Try to get the men to drink this while I work." She ordered.
Vector (dadeharper):  finished eating an returned to the training dummies.
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  hands the knife to the Medicus as she takes the first cup, and then with her hand free, she takes the second, "yes Era, and I have finished cleaning His wounds..." Turning towards teh cots, the Medicus working at the table, she kneels down next to Thraex's cot. Placing one cup on the floor, she brushes her free hand over His forehead, offering Him a small smile should He open His eyes. "Thraex...it is me...silver," she whispers, working hard to keep the emotion from her voice. "I hve something for You to drink...I need You to lift Your head and sip this," as she raises the cup near His lips.
Tempest (taurengurl):  goes back over to her table and begins grinding a large amount of salve from the leaves and oil of the mallow plant mixed with willow and mint. A large amount of paste mixed with wine should do the trick in eliminating inflammation, pain, and as an antiseptic. She would wash her hands once again and turn back to working on Taurus's back. More blood, she washed it away and applied the paste along his back. "He will need stitched in some places...She commented to herself. After the paste was liberally applied to his back, she would produce a needle and thread by which to pull several deeper cuts together and stitch them. It wasn't a hard job, but it was time consuming.
Germanicus Trenticus (trentsheldon):  lays on the cot shaking with pain, his mind swimming, threatening to throw him back into the sea of blackness, while groans yet escape from his lips
Taurus (thraex.orsini):  imagines he can smell herbs, and it reminds him of the village he was born, and the old soothsayer that lived in a hut by the river....he hears Silver's voice. like warm honey as it always is, and he smiles,,smiles until a voice in his head tells him that the soothsayer died when the Romans came, and Silver is still in Rome. Struggling as much as his injured body can manage he tries to get away, his confused mind telling him that the Romans have him in a trap
Tempest (taurengurl):  growls and cuts the last bit of thread, using her spare hand to hold him in place. "Stop moving this instant before you kill yourself!" She shouted, producing a roll of rough bandages in which she had soaked in another herbal bath and began to cautiously wrap around his torso. It was annoying, tough work and she got covered in a blod of blood because of it. "We're trying to help you!"
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  hurriedly places the cup she was offering Thraex down as he begins to flail about no matter how feebily. "Thraex...it is me Silver. You are okay, I am here," she says louder to Him, "Please Thraex, I beg of You..open Your eyes and see..it is only me and then Medicus," she urges as the Medicus tries to sew up His wounds.
Taurus (thraex.orsini):  seems to understand, or maybe he is too weak to fight anymore, either way he shuts his eyes and remains still while his back is stitched
Tempest (taurengurl):  quickly finishes stitching, bandaging, and adds a stick of burning sage to the rest of the cannibus incense. "Silver you need to hurry with him. I'm done with this gladiator..I can only hope there will be no permanent damage. I will get some meat tonight and bring it in for them to eat. They need to rebuild their muscle." She got fresh water, bandages, and a fresh needle and thread and laid them out on a blanket on the floor beside Germanicus. "I'll be right back, I need to take some bloody rags outside and get fresh ones."
 Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  nods as Thraex closes His eyes. Sighing, she picks up the other cup and moves around to Trent's front. "Trenticus, I need You to drink this," she says softly as she places the cup to his lips, "The Medicus is coming, she just needed to dispose of some dirty bandages.
Tempest (taurengurl):  emerges from her room, up to her elbows in blood and blood coating her clothes and skirt. "Slave!" She called to a waiting house slave. She would shove several blood-soaked items into his arms. "Send for mot hot coals, water, and fresh clean cloth." She snapped, wiping sweat from her forehead. She wreaked of cannibus.
Germanicus Trenticus (trentsheldon):  keeps shaking, his teeth now clattering from sheer pain, his head swimming still. The pain on his back after two dozen whippings with the knotted whip, so immense, he feels as though he was but blows away from certain death. He is vaguely aware of people coming and going, hearing voices yet to his mind nothing makes sense right now,he is teetering on the edge of blackness still.
 Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  looks at the Medicus, "Neither of them will drink the tea Era..."
Tempest (taurengurl):  sighs and goes about going the exact same things she did with Taurus to Germanicus. She would clean his wounds, stitch the worse parts, apple salve, and tightly wrap in bandages. "Then I will get him to." She muttered. "Finish wrapping his bandages."
Tempest (taurengurl):  apply*
Germanicus Trenticus (trentsheldon):  eyes flicker open as he feels himself touched, he shakes his head violently side to side, pushing at Tempest with his shackled hands, his mind not grasping where he is, except that he is hurting bad and wants none to touch him. His face drenched with droplets of sweat, his voice loud as he protests loudly: "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! KEEP AWAY!!!"
Tempest (taurengurl):  sighs and turns, storming out for a moment to get someone to help them. She wasn't strong enough to keep a Gladiator down.
Tempest (taurengurl): "I need someone's help!"
Lance (lance.rodex):  storms closer "What can I do, Domina?"
Tempest (taurengurl):  looks at Lance. "I'm not strong enough to keep him from moving. Will you hold him for me so I can finish treating him?"
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  takes the end of the bandage roll, "Yes Era," and continues where the Medicus left off. Pulling tightly, knowing it is the best way to get the flesh to stitch back together, but will cause some discomfort, she holds it tightly as Trent takes a deep breath before beginning to yell. Finishing the bandaging, she rips the end down the middle a small ways and ties it securely as the MEdicus returns with Lance.
Tempest (taurengurl):  gestures to the thrashing Gladiator. "If he continues he is going to kill himself. I need you to hold him while I get him to drink something that will put him to sleep."
Germanicus Trenticus (trentsheldon):  thrashes his arms about "KEEP AWAY!!!!" he growls his head swimming, his eyes wild as he looks about himself
Lance (lance.rodex):  follows closely and bends over the badly hurt fighter, ignoring the blood and the mess, he says to Silver "Sit on his legs", hoping she weighs enough to keep them down, then he puts his hands on the shoulders, high enough to avoid the wounds, and he leans in..
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  nods, and sits on top of His knees, balancing herself as she leans over and grips the edges of the cot.
Tempest (taurengurl):  leans in with the drink and places her hand over his nose so he would be forced to breathe out his mouth. While he did this, she would start dumping tea into it and force him to swallow it.
Germanicus Trenticus (trentsheldon):  growls as he is pinned down, he shakes his head violently "NOOOO!" he growls again, though his strength fails him, unable to flex his muscles for the seering pain of the cut flesh on his back. His head falling back on to the pillow, his face shaking hard with the agony, the pain from the beating he got in his face not helping to make this whipping any easier to bare, his one eye swollen to the point where he can barely see through it. His nose tender from the punch he got he growls again as he feels a hand over his nose and opens his mouth
Tempest (taurengurl):  forces him to swallow the drink and then steps back. Taking more salve on her hand, she would rub it against his eye and other bruises and then finally nod. "He's fine...he will be sleeping for a few hours and hopefully there will be no lasting damage..."
Germanicus Trenticus (trentsheldon):  almost chokes as the tea is forced down his throat. His head falls back as blackness envelopes him once more
 Lance (lance.rodex):  feels the muscles relax and he nods over his shoulder at Silver, gradually starting to deminish pressure on the gladiator's body.
Tempest (taurengurl):  nods and begins to clean up the room.
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  see's Lance ease off and slowly gets off Trent's legs. "Thank You for Your help Lance."
Lance (lance.rodex):  lets go of the passed out fighter and walks close behind the medic.
(taurengurl): "Can I help you?"
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  excuses herself, "If You do not need me Era...".
Lance (lance.rodex):  raises a brow, smiling, his finger darting ever so briefly over her bare shouler "No. But maybe you can talk some sense into the doctore. He saved my ass once, when I attacked you. Now he is not listening to me".
Tempest (taurengurl):  shakes her head. "You can go." She told Silver.
Tempest (taurengurl): "You think he will listen to me?"
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo): smiles, "Thank You Era," she says casting a glance at Lance, unsettled by His words, "Are...are You sure?"
Tempest (taurengurl):  nods. "Go." She ordered.
Silver (silverymoon.naidoo):  nods and leaves
Tempest (taurengurl): "He won't listen to me, there is no point in asking."
Lance (lance.rodex):  runs his hands through his hair, making it peek to all sides "He is like a bull, enraged.. out of control".
Tempest (taurengurl):  nods as she cleans. "But there is nothing I can do about it. He will calm down soon."
 Lance (lance.rodex):  nods, though he is not convinced, he knocks at the door, indicating to the guards he is ready to leave.
Tempest (taurengurl):  watches as they open the door. Tempest would leave not long after.
Stories & RP Logs / Thraex and Trenticus battle for supremacy
« Last post by Silver on January 31, 2013, 09:17:10 AM »
[07:13] Taurus smiles slowly, taking the wooden gladius and testing it's weight, before checking that the wood is undamaged, for even a practice weapon can cost a life if the wrong eyes watch from the balcony above. "The day I call you brother Germanicus. will be the day I call a goat laid out on the butcher's slab the same....you open your mouth and beg all Rome to piss in it for your imagined freedom. Come, I tire of your attempts to command, you are far from Primus yet."
[07:14] Germanicus Trenticus hears Amun summon the yard boy, who promptly walks over handing him his sword. He takes the training sword and drags his foot over the sand as a bull ready to give charge and then walks to one side to settle a matter long overdue, teach the Thracian dog a lesson as it were. He merely smirks at Thraex's words. "Come on cunt! Show us what you got!" he laughs
[07:17] Silver stands on the balcony, called to it by the sound of raised voices, and heated words coming from the sands. Recognizing the thick Thracian accent of Thraex, she watches as He and Germanicus taunt one another; knowing they are battling for unofficial position within the Ludus.
[07:18] Amun watches the two move to the corner of the yard to practice and signals for the gladiatrix to come over. His look a stern one but then it was rarely any different. 'Explain your abscence from being branded slave' The title of gladiator was always used mockingly for those that had yet to be seered, and 'slave' was no different. As until the fighters were marked he considered them as much gladiators as the yard slaves that fetched water and weapon.
[07:23] Sofia Boots sees Thraex and Germanicus take to the sand to settle their issues like Lance and Vector had done. Moving over to watch, but attention snaps to Doctore as he adressed her loud and sharp. She straightens up a bit "Doctore. My presence was required for viewing by a Roman." she dips her head at that. Then looks back up slowly, saying somewhat timid "I remain present now, Doctore."
[07:25] Taurus face Germanicus, and balances himself in a way that will give his opponent little clue as to which way he intends to move once the fight has commenced, although it is clear that Trenticus is in no mood for subtle swordplay. "Perhaps show me what you have Trenticus, aprt, that is from a tongue that is as loose and flapping as an old whore's cunt," he taunts, a flash of flowing moonlit hair from the balcony reminding him exactly why he took an oath, when death in the mines would have been preferable to playing Rome's games.
 [07:28] Germanicus Trenticus not hesitating to make the first move, hearing Thraex's words, he circles around Thraex slowly as he sizes him up to determine where the first strike will fall, He sees the Thracian's left flank vulnerable and leaps forward with his sword, aiming at the Thracian's rib cage, yet bringing his shield up at the same time to ward off a possible counter attack
[07:29] Silver chews on her bottom lip as the voices of Thraex and Trenticus rise above the din, their verbal jabs preceding the physical blows that are about to begin as they position themselves, circling each other like tigers before the attack.
[07:29] Amun was about to launch into a tyrade but instead finds himself only being able to give a grunt of acceptance. Romans who had coin to buy the company of a gladiator, rarely would take no even when the fighter was required for such things as this. 'Then ready yourself' he signals to one of the yard slaves to fetch the brand but it would take a few minutes for it to be heated suffciently to leave a perfect mark. 'does this roman intend on sponsoring you?'
[07:33] Sofia Boots glances over curious to the clash of the titans, really. Eager to see who would win between the two large fellas. But tries to keep focus on Doctore of course, she steps a bit closer, standing straight again as she says "Fraid not Doctore. The Roman coins seem to find greater interest in me as a whore, then a fighter." she smirks at that. Seems the viewer was more of getting groped and fingered then learning about Abal's ability to fight in the arena. She takes a few deep breaths to ready herself for what would no doubt hurt like hell, more then the handmade tattoos no doubt.
[07:35] Taurus takes satisfaction in the fact he was right, the man has little time for niceties, and drives his wooden blade straight for his ribs, a hard strike but with enough warning to allow him to dodge it by the smallest margin, the raised shield allowing his to lunge forward and attack low, aiming a powerful kick at Germanicus slightly bent knee. knee
[07:39] Silver inhales slowly, once again whispering a prayer to her goddess for the Thracian's safety and victory as TRenticus attacks...and Thraex responds in kind.
[07:41] Germanicus Trenticus grunts painfully as the Thracians foot makes hard contact with his bent knee. He curses "Oh that's right,.you Thracians are asses and thus kick as suits an ass!" He circles around him, his eyes moving over the Thracian. He lunges forward but only halfway as he pulls a bluff on the Thracian pretending to aim towards his right chest, through he squats quickly, and does a backward spin aiming it at the Thracian's right calf, intending to kick his feet out from under him
 [07:45] Amun circles round her indeed, leaving her with little choice but to face towards the fight that was going on. His large callused hand reaching for the back of her neck, while his other roughly yanks at the straps of her top intending on getting the area between the shoulder blades bare for her brand. 'Romans enjoy having things they can flaunt and own, it would not surprise me once they have seen your abilities in the arena, that they will be more inclined to purchase you to keep in some private cage' The yard slave returning with the now heated brand. 'Abel, the brand you about to be marked with is more than just that of ownership of this ludus it is proof that you show promise. Promise that you are more than a common slave, one who has courage, spirit and skill to rise to the greatest heights of the arena...that you can stand like a titan amongst those round you and bring pleasure to the Roman Gods themselves' His words spoken clearly, wanting her to believe every word he said, and they could indeed come to pass. 'Train, learn and grow to be the finest gladiatrix in the history of Rome, claim your future, your freedom with the blood of your enemies, so that all may remember your name through the echos of time' he lifts the brand holding it just above the required spot so she could feel it's already seering heat. 'Abel...pledge yourself, your honor to this ludus by reciting the Sacramentum Gladiatorum'
[07:51] Taurus snorts at Trenticus's words, although he watches him with intense concentration, looking for the first sign that he intends to press home another attack..."you dance prettily Germanican, perhaps Domina would see you put aside blade, and have you serve in the villa alongside the slave girls." His last word ending in a grunt as his opponent lunges forward with little warning, only spin backwards, and aim for his calf as he moves to defend..the change blindingly fast. The man's feet lashing out at him, he avoids a kick so hard it would shatter his leg, but he still falls, his body twisting even before he lands he grabs a fistful of sand and throws it in Germanicu's face, hoping it will allow him sufficient time to counter attack
[07:51] Sofia Boots stands firm as Amun moves behind her, tugging the straps of her long-armed shrug down. As she listens to his words she keeps a serious expression on her face, breathing deep and slow. A hand goes to discreetly untie the leather strap around her arm. She needs to believe his words of glory and honor, even when she deep down knew she was indeed nothing more then a slave still, a piece of meat for the Romans to have fun with and use for their own goals. But she pushed this to the back of her mind every day to keep sane, and today more so, raising her chin proud at the end she says out loud "I commit my flesh, my mind, my will to the glory of this ludus and the commands of my Dominus and Domina. I swear to be burned, chained, beaten or die by the sword in pursuit of honor in the arena!" having memorized that oath now for this. She slips the leather strap into her mouth to muffle herself. While she was a tough girl, been to the mines even, she knew this would hurt more so then most things, and Abal did not want to scream in pain during the branding.
[07:58] Amun gave her credits he spoke it well, as if she had been preparing for this moment. Her worth to the ludus increased threefold with just this one mark on her back. His grip on her neck getting tighter, keeping her from pulling away from the brand while it is held the required amount of time before being eased away. Although unlike others she had seemed not to even try, but instead choose to stand and bare the pain. Looking the brand over ensuring that the edges were clean and well marked he hands the brand back off to the slave who takes it away. 'You did well Dimachaerus, take water and a few minutes rest'
[07:59] Germanicus Trenticus smirks as the Thracian lands hard on the sand, though his kick did not land home, the Thracians attempt to avoid it still had the desired effect. He laughs at him "And you dance poorly, dog!" ignoring that Thracian's attempt to make him lose his temper altogether, thereby losing control, which were things he had placed far from him when he became a warrior on the battle field. Too late does he turn his head from the sand the Thracian hurls towards his face, his mouth having been open as he had spoken to the Thracian, recieved a mouthful of sand as did his eyes. He stumbles back fast, spitting the sand from his mouth and blinking his now burning eyes as he knows he is at an immense disadvantage with the sands in his eyes, though he manages to blink them rapidly as he keeps backing up and raises his sword arm to his face, where he wipes his forearm over his eyes, his shield held out protectively in front of him
 [08:07] Sofia Boots feels the brand against her skin, a split moment after that overwhelming flood of pure undiluted pain wash over her senses. Anyone sane instinctively would try to move, and every part of her body cringes and turns in the pain. She however manages to keep her neck somewhat steady, of course helpts that the Doctores massive and strong hand was holding her there in place. Her teeth bite hard on the leather strap she had stuffed in her mouth, muffled cry of pain escapes her briefly. Adrenalin quickly kicks in, Abal now able to focus a bit consciously. She just closed her eyes and concentrates on her breathing as the red hot metal burns it way deep into her flesh. Once pulled away, it leaves a smoldering wound on her backside. Abal lets out a deep moan and falls to one knee on the sand below, breathing fast and heavy as she recovers from the branding. Eventually she opens her eyes again, mumbling out "It would be done... So it was."
[08:07] Silver gasps as Thraex goes down, only to grip the railing of the balcony as she sees His hand pick up the sand and hurl it towards Trenticus. Hearing the Northernman's sputtering and seeing His shield move protectively in front of him as he tries desperately to clear the sand from His eyes. She can only watch as their sparring takes an ugly turn...
[08:09] Taurus snarls like a wolf scenting victory when the man he has come to hate, falls for a trick that is commonly used by a pit fighter, his own time fighting at Marcellu's command in just such a place having taught him to fight dirty...if it works. Knowing he has little time to press home advantage, he falls upon the retreating Germanican, with a flurry of kicks and strikes that ring round the training square, as usual word of both a branding, and what seems like a blood feud between newly branded gladiators spreading like wildfire, the public gallery quickly filling with baying spectators
 [08:11] Amun looked over now that the branding was done in time to see the murmillo blinded by the sand. It was a dirty move, but one that could ultimately save the fighters life. Plus the mob enjoyed seeing the occasional flash of something other than the normal fighting of a gladiator. It was all about providing a show and seeing the germanican all back, would have had the crowds screaming for him to retake the offensive. 'enough!' he roars at the two, deciding that hatred and anger could be used to spice the fight up in the arena, especially when fans of the two could then clash over who was the better fighter. Such ferocity would indeed make both men quickly known. Turning away from the fight the other germanicans waste no time in setting on the thracian intending on keeping him from injuring their blinded kinsman, protecting their own.
[08:13] Germanicus Trenticus not having heard Doctore's call, now seething with anger he rolls over the ground as the Thracian kicks at him. He jumps to his feet, staggering some and the with all his might swings his shield towards the thracian's head, intending to knock him down wo he may throw his fully body weight on him
[08:14] Amun calls to abel once more. 'Dimachaerus.. when the medicus comes, make sure you get her to look at your brand' Abel was afterall now a valued commodity. 'The scuffle behind him ignored at least for a few moments, although if need be he was ready to use the whip to seperate them like you would with fighting mongrels
 [08:17] Sofia Boots pulls herself up to stand. The burn on her back clear as day, big red area on her tanned skin around it. Not a single drop of blood though. She staggers over to the pillar and leans against it as her legs shakes a bit. Reaching out she grabs for the mug of water the yardboy brought as instructed by their Doctore. She takes a quick chug, then goes to pour the mug on over her head, cold water washing over her head, down her back too washing over the brand. That wakes her the fuck up again "Woah..." mumbling something in Persian. Then looks up at Amun and nods firmly "Yes Doctore. Thank you..." dipping her head respectfully. Her full attention turns to the sands again to watch the struggle between the Thracian and the Norse.
[08:17] Taurus either chooses not to hear Doctore's command, or simply fails to hear it in his eagerness to prove his status above his enemy. Either way the unexpected strike to his head has him roaring in pain, blood streaking his temple, only his pure rage keeping him pressing home, throwing himself at Germanicus legs in the hope of bringing him down...the other gladiators gathering round now, as the fight degenerates into something far more dangerous than simple sparring
[08:20] Silver bites her bottom lip to keep from crying out as TRenticus's shield crashes onto Thraex's head, blood coursing down the side of His head, and the roar of the spectators the Germanican's reward
[08:21] Germanicus Trenticus knocked off his legs as the Thracian dives at him, he lands hard. His sword and shield now discarded his right first shoots out towards the Thracian's face as the Thracian lands on top of him and the two gladiators begin rolling over the sands, punches flying back and forth between them
 [08:26] Taurus tries to reach the fallen shield, intending to use it to batter his opponent's face to a pulp if he can....the gathered gladiator's screaming for whoever they support, demonstrating there are many ethnic factions within the ludus. Just as he thinks he will reach his target, Trenticus's fist lashes out, catching him square in the face, blood splattering both men now as they wrestle like fighting dogs, the sound of fist hitting muscled flesh, and grunts of effort and pain bringing screams of more from those watching
 [08:28] Sofia Boots pushes off the pillar again, testing her balance before stepping on over towards the half-circle forming around the fighting men. Most of them having heard the Doctore though, thus keep a bit clear of any whip-action that could be directed at the struggle now in the sand. She would not place bets on this fight. Although she would likely have picked Germanicus, as he seems physically bigger and stronger then even the already quite massive Thracian. Also Thraex could be a bit of an ass around the Ludus sometime no doubt. His often sour attitude not something Abal thinks does much good to anyone. The adrenalin from the painful branding and the two beasts destroying each other so effectively however makes the Syrian girl grin wide and toothy.
[08:29] Germanicus Trenticus feels his fist making hard impact with the thracians jaw, though the Thracian matches blow for blow, as the fists keep flying, the men rolling over the sands. One of the Thracian's punches lands on his nose, immediately causing his nose to start bleeding. His fury now fuels by his painful blow, his right leg draws upward fast in an attempt to knee the Thracian in his belly
[08:30] Silver turns her head as Trenticus's fist connects with Thraex's nose, blood splattering over them both. Timidly she looks back, the two warriors fighting as if the other is their sworn enemy...when they should be fighting together, not each other. "Stop it," she says softly, "Stop it! STOP!" she begins to scream, her voice drowned out by the cheering Glads, as tears streak down her face.
[08:35] Amun turns now. but clearly not hurried as the other gladiators begin to roar and surround the fight that was no longer about training. A quick glance to the balcony above him making it clear that he had seen and heard the fear in silvers voice, and that such protective action would not go unspoken ofA fortunate factor being that there were only a few thracians, and many more germanics. The latter seeming to be one of the more major forces of authenicity in the ludus than that of the others. He strides over , letting the fight drag on for longer moments, the blows between the two fighters would have many believing that this was the pits and that the fighters were ready to tear each other apart. The close quarters of the fighter keeping his whip from being used effictively so it remains coiled at his side. 'Settus' He pushes to the head of the germaincs side. 'end this now, or i will have a finger from everyone of your group' The words no hollow threat, sparking settus to give the shout for the gladiators to disperse and only now the guards are allowed through to grapple with both Taurus and Trenticus. 'You both think to fucking ignore me' He now roars to them both once the ludus guards had that to their feet. 'do you!'
[08:41] Taurus is still fighting when the guards force they way through, and use the hilts of their weapons to batter him, and Trenticus apart, the added injuries sustained by both gladiators showing that the guards relished the chance to impose their authority when given the chance. Getting unsteadily to his feet, his chest heaving as he tries to regain his breath, he has sustained several injuries that he won't forget in a hurry....but the feral grin on his face shows that he has remembered the sheer pleasure in fighting when it has meaning, and not just at the whim of a Roman.
 [08:43] Germanicus Trenticus breathes heavy in and out, his eyes ablaze with fury as the guards pull them apart by forcibly, battering them in the process, adding to their wounds setting them on their feet. He lets out a growl for the interruption. He wanted this to go on and then reluctantly shifts his eyes to Doctore. "Apologies, Doctore"
[08:46] Sofia Boots looks up to the balcony too, hearing the plea from Silver. Abal like others suspecting something between the house-slave with the long elegant hair and the Thracian gladiator in the sand below. Well if anything, Abal is just a tad envious of Silver. Although their relationship seems to be more the just for the fucking, such not really for Abal. Then the roaring voice of Doctore breaks the chanting of the circle of gladiators. Abal cracks another little toothy grin and steps a bit to she side as others would too. Sometimes its hard to not enjoying when other get into trouble, as they had all been in that situation themselves. She leans in to whisper something back and forth between two Celts on her side.
[08:48] Amun glares between the two, and at least the germaincan seemed to understand the trouble he was in, where as the smile on the thracians face is answered with the doctore moving towards him and aiming a vicious punch to the fighters stomach, intending to knock the wind from him. 'see them both chained, ankle neck and wrist, and confined to their cells' He would see them both whipped given that his hand had been forced publically to deal with the incident, whereas if the fight had taken place in the cells or the bath then it could be overlooked. 'give them time to think on the future in the mines that they seem all to eager to have for themselves'
[08:50] Amun casts a look to Abel as she talks with a couple of fighters in hushed whispers. 'Do not learn from these two Dimachaerus, or you will end up in the same mess'
[08:52] Germanicus Trenticus feels himself led away forcefully by the guards to be taken to his cell and chained there as instructed by Doctore. He casts another glance at the THraican over his shoulder as he is led away, his eyes flashing a promise to the Thracian that this was not the last time they shall meet on the sands.
[08:52] Taurus doubles over when Doctore shows just how angry he is with a vicious punch to his belly that leaves him on his knees. Retching and struggling to draw breath into his lungs. The guards close in, and he is dragged away to be chained in the cells....although the final, pain filled look he shoots to Trenticus says their scores are a very long way from being settled.
 [08:53] Silver sets her jaw, her own anger at the stupidity of the two Gladiators infuriating. Leaving the balcony, she slips to the kitchens, knowing she should not have cried out, but what is one to do when living in Hell on earth with no way out.
[08:59] Sofia Boots nods firmly at the words from Doctore. She was of course unlikely to fight like that, as she did not battle to be alpha male or anything like that. And none of the other Gladiatrixs had challenged her. She would slip into the cell-block after the guards return out. Moving to look between the two now chained gladiators, she smirks a bit, but instead of pointing out it was sort of silly they were fighting each other out of the arena, she just asks "You would live yes? No coughing of blood?". The Thracian seems to manage, looking at Germanicus, she cracks a little grin as he was all messed up from the nosebleed "You would see cloth tugged in nose?", resting her hands on the metal gate of the cell.
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