/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

>>36071

A short explanation because I'm not sure I cleared it up:

There are four classes of Arenas. They are the creatively named Class IV, Class III, Class II and Class I. Class IV contains eight 'cities', mostly modestly-sized but important locations such as Capua, Cadiz and Nicomedia. Class III contains four essential and large cities in the Empire: Carthage, Smyrna, Corinth and Ephesus. Class II contains the two great cities of the Empire that are not Rome - Alexandria and Antioch. And Class I, of course, is Rome. Your goal is to get to Class I, become the Arena Champion, and successfully defend your title in the Inaugural Games, or a Triumph. Doing so will win you the game.

>>36075

Languages: Roman Lv1 [5]

>>36075

>>36076

The 5 points in Language are free and do not count towards your total, though you can get more by spending points (Language is a special skill where the costs do not increase - it is always 5 points to learn an new language). Also it's Latin.

>>36077

Languages: Latin Lv1 [5]

One last note before I go to sleep:

Please include your AP in your stats tab, for future reference. Remember that AP is linked to dex and is at 7 with a 'normal' 6 dex - going up by 2 for each point above 6 and down by 2 for each point below. See you tomorrow

>>36080

>>36081

AP: 13

>>36071

Name: Aquilina Scarleto

Gender: A lass can fight as well as any man.

Slave/Free: My heart beats for freedom, not for enslavement.

Fluff:

Born a daughter to a Iberian chief, Aquilina Cangrejus was raised up with the blood of barbarians turned noble. Her clan were a loyal ally of the Romans, siding with them over Viriatus over a century ago. Even so, in spite of the Romanization of the Cangrejus lands, a hint of their way of life remained, which would be enjoyed by Aquilina in her youth.

One of the traditions would be the 'spars' between the young nobles and the chief's guards. It was during these 'spars' that her skills would be shown, for she had a unnatural swiftness as she fought, blows brought against her flew past her as her own strikes struck home. However, the attacks that did clash against her form took her down without much fanfare.

Yet, even with her childhood, when she reached the age of adulthood, she turned her back on her former clan. The reasons for such actions remained unclear to everyone but her and her father. Adopting the new clan name of 'Scarleto', she travelled the northern Mediterranean with aimless wanderlust, aimless, until the Triumph.

It was then, watching the Triumph that she knew what she should do. Boarding a ship back to the Iberian peninsula, so that a legacy of her own will be carved out, to stand the endless test of time.

>Health: [Healthy]

>APs: 11 (Dex 8)

>Stats: http://pastebin.com/uGhFfQGr

>>36100

Edited Stats: http://pastebin.com/6AgCnkTN

>>36102

and last but not least SNEAKING I

>>36071

Name: Titus

Gender: Male

Fluff: Titus was an orphan. A street rat. From a young age he stole and snuck about to survive. Then he learned to fight, as there were many who would steal from him, or try to do other even less savory things. Sometimes he won, sometimes he lost, but he never took a bad enough wound to cripple him. So he grew older accumulating scars. It all changed when one day he stole the coinpurse of a legionnaire. He'd done so before but this time he was caught, then he was beaten. Then after that he was sold into slavery. While he was sold cheaply, the slave broker took a look at him and decided he could make a profit by selling him as a fighter. While the buyer was of a more discerning taste and Titus did not net as much money as hoped, the broker netted a good profit. Titus himself could care less of his price, he only wishes too survive and enjoy the pleasures he either earns or steals.

Slave/Free: Slave

Owner Fluff: Titus is the owner of the second son of the Meneus Family. Titus is one of three slaves purchased as a test by his father to see if he could manage house assets properly.

Stats:

STR 6 DEX 8 CON 6 PER 8 INT 6 CHA 6 AP 11

Skills

COMBAT

Dagger 2, Dodge 2

NONCOMBAT

Latin, Steal 2, Sneak 2

>>36075

Eccentricities: [Troll Blood - Smasher has a drop of the blood of Trools in him, filthy, stinking creatures that are nearly unkillable due to stone-hard flesh and regenerative powers. His CON, as a result, caps at 11, and for 14 AP he can recover 1 point of health in concentrated regeneration.]

Renown: Unheard of (Beast - you are seen as a true monster, and expected to act the part. Acts of savagery, brutality, backwardness and dishonor will earn you favor, while actions seen as civilized will earn a negative reaction from the crowd.)

Contacts of Note: None.

Equipment: Filthy Rags [0 Armor, No AP cap], Fists (8STR)[3-6 DP, 3 AP to attack]

Lodgings: A spacious cage in the Sheik's Villa, on display. (This lodging is beyond terrible, and caps your individual renown enormously. Additionally, it makes training very difficult. Acquire prestigious items, recognitions, titles, recognizable notes, and the like, or better lodgings, to increase your renown cap, and better facilities (or access to them from your owner) to increase the speed of your training.)

Current Location: Apamea, Class IV

You are a new entry to Apamea, one of the furthest east cities held solidly by the Empire. Strange music from desert merchants plays throughout the entire day, and the followers of Jupiter pray alongside Berbers who wander in with treasures of the sand seas. Imperials are not the tallest of races, but they stand taller than the men of Syria, and Smasher is even more of a freak in their presence. The Sheikh displays you proudly, entering into the city with your hands in custom-made bindings of high-quality iron, legs locked together. You are scheduled for a fight in two days, against two fairly average slaves. The Sheik intends to test your might, it seems. ((You have one turn to prepare.))

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>>36080

Eccentricities: [Eye of the Gods] - The Gods of Rome have their eye on you, for better or for worse. At least, you think they do. The implications of this are presently unclear…

Renown: Unheard of (Disgrace - you are seen as an utter disgrace to Rome, and the crowd will never grant you mercy, should it be offered. This status offers renown through either redemption or brutality - pursuing and sticking with a path will earn you prestige and a reputation.)

Contacts of Note:

Equipment: A stained cloth robe [0 Armor, No AP cap], Arcus (5STR)[3-7 DMG, 15m range, 15 arrows, 3 AP to notch, 4 AP to fire]

Lodgings: A Destitute Bunk (This lodging is beyond terrible, and caps your individual renown enormously. Additionally, it makes training very difficult. Acquire prestigious items, recognitions, titles, recognizable notes, and the like, or better lodgings, to increase your renown cap, and better facilities (or access to them from your owner) to increase the speed of your training.)

Current Location: Capua, Class IV

You are in Capua - close to Rome, yet so far. Capua is much smaller than Rome, hosting only roughly 30 thousand people; it is where Felix's manor resides, and, therefore, you. You are scheduled to fight a single ravenous wolf tomorrow. The Wolf is a sacred symbol to Rome, and the only time they are used in the Arena is to kill enemies of Rome or those who have disgraced it; killing the noble beast will be difficult, and not only for its speed and hunger. Prepare well

>>36280

>>36086

Eccentricities: [Young Heart - Scarleto is young, vigorous, and has something to prove. This has two effects; the first is that, despite her brash nature, she is attracted and unstained, making appeal to most crowds notably easier. Second, her willpower in life-or-death situations is immense, and once per battle, she can force herself from [Unconscious] to [Wounded], or negate a hit that would bring her to [Unconscious] or [Dead].]

Renown: Unheard of (Noble Savage - you are a barbarian, but one seen as noble, and an ally of Rome. As such, the crowd expects you to carry yourself with nobility and grace, expressing mercy and intelligence in your fighting. However, they will tolerate (and secretly expect) some dips into savagery and barbarism, and as always, they love blood.)

Contacts of Note:

Equipment: Skintight leather bodysuit [1 Armor, caps AP at 12] three Sesterii, Heirloom Iron Falcata [3 AP to swing, 6-7 DMG]

Lodgings: The Streets (This lodging is beyond terrible, and caps your individual renown enormously. Additionally, it makes training very difficult. Acquire prestigious items, recognitions, titles, recognizable notes, and the like, or better lodgings, to increase your renown cap, and better facilities (or access to them from your owner) to increase the speed of your training.)

Current Location: Cadiz, Class IV

You have boarded back to Cadiz, the primary Roman settlement in Iberia, with naught but a simple cloak, the tight leathers used frequently for princely armor by the semi-civilized peoples of Iberia (As opposed to the metal-leather overlay frequently used by Romans and the cloth or furs favored by tribes further North, though the Auxiliary and Vexiliaruses of the legion favor similar leather bodysuits, albeit with a skirt instead of pants), a pouch with your last three silver Sesterii, and your ancestral iron Falcata; sharpened and weighted precisely throughout the ages to strike with the same force as an iron Gladius, yet quicker. With barely enough money to rent a boarding house, you approach the Arena board, and see what upcoming fights are offered publicly…

You only look at the ones that seem reasonable.

A FIGHT against ONE captured GAUL! VICIOUS, BARBARIC, TERRIFYING!

A FIGHT against TWO runaway SLAVES! While mere domestics, desperate men fight with a true fervor!

A FIGHT against ONE captured NIGERIAN! SAVAGE, BRUTAL, FEROCIOUS!

No details about any of the contenders are included. You should sign up for a fight and then do something else with your time; you could ask the Arena Master if you wish for more information.

((Holy fuck these char limits are small, freemen take a lot of text))

>>36281

NOTE:

The Falcata should have (7STR) in front of it and read 7-8 DMG.

>>36100

Eccentricities: [Once a Legionaire - Tiberius spent his time in the brutal training regime of the Legions, and the old habits of a Legionary have never died within him. His training snaps back when working with others, granting a +15% to-hit and a -15% to-be-hit when fighting in a formation. Additionally, he is inherently a shock trooper, and can choose to gain all the AP for his next turn as many times as he desires in battle, going into active dodge and losing his next turn once finished.]

Renown: Unheard of (Imperial Blood - You are a Roman; a proper, upstanding one at that, led to the Arena by some cruel trick of fate or your own heart for the mercy of the sands. The crowd, therefore, expects you to be honorable, clever, and merciful, as befits a man of imperial standing. Tactics and civilized acts will gain you prestige and favor, while brutality and stupid choices will lose it.)

Contacts of Note: New name, new man.

Equipment: Battle-Scarred Auxiliary Armor (Leather, Iron-Reinforced)[2 Armor, caps AP to 10], Iron Gladius (STR 7)[4 AP to swing, 7-8 DMG], sad, empty pouch of money

Lodgings: The Streets (This lodging is beyond terrible, and caps your individual renown enormously. Additionally, it makes training very difficult. Acquire prestigious items, recognitions, titles, recognizable notes, and the like, or better lodgings, to increase your renown cap, and better facilities (or access to them from your owner) to increase the speed of your training.)

Current Location: Athens, Class IV

You arrive in Athens, panting and out of breath from both the fighting and the run. Athens is, though small in population, one of the most important cultural centers for the Empire; it is here that the civilization that defines Rome was adopted, and as such the Romans hold their Greek brothers with the utmost respect. It is as good a place as any to begin a new life; or to make your own. As you approach the arena board, you feel a sense of freedom; not just because you are now a free man, but because you may choose your own path. For the first time, the money you earn will go to you - and perhaps one day, they will fly your colors in the stands of Rome.

You look at the Arena Board….

A FIGHT against a REBEL HOPLITE! CUNNING, VICIOUS, EFFICIENT!

A TWO ON FOUR of TWO ROMAN MEN are required to face FOUR MACEDONS who believe themselves superior to the legions! Prove them wrong! Or, right?

A FIGHT against a MYSTERIOUS EGYPTIAN! A drifter from southern lands, of an ancient empire!

>>36171

Eccentricities: [Prince(ess?) of Gaul - You are nobility in your homeland of Gaul, and while the respect of your countrymen might not be useful here, the training certainly is. You gain the ability of [Gaulish Charge], advancing 3 meters and launching an aggressive attack at 2 AP + half the normal cost of swinging your weapon. Additionally, Agrobrigos's feminine appearance causes the crowd to be slightly more favorable and enemies to slightly drop their guard in underestimation.]

Renown: Unheard of (Barbarian - you are seen as a barbarian to the crowd, and as such, acting bloodthirsty, vicious, and merciless will earn you favor, while displaying advanced tactics and intelligence will decrease it.)

Contacts of Note:

Equipment: Barely Modest Cloth [0 Armor, no AP cap], Celtic Champion's Blade (Bronze(STR7)[5 AP to swing, 7-10 DMG]

Lodgings: A Destitute Bunk (This lodging is beyond terrible, and caps your individual renown enormously. Additionally, it makes training very difficult. Acquire prestigious items, recognitions, titles, recognizable notes, and the like, or better lodgings, to increase your renown cap, and better facilities (or access to them from your owner) to increase the speed of your training.)

Current Location: Cirta, Class IV

You arrive at Cirta - the second most important Roman colony in Africa, next to Carthage. The city is windy and horribly hot, but not altogether unpleasant, considering how little your cloth weighs on you. Lounging in the decrepit, stone-hard bed in your owner's slave quarters, it is broken to you that you are scheduled tomorrow to fight a Nubian who had attempted murder of another slave, and are given until then to prepare yourself as you see fit. They do allow you back your family's blade - bronze and far heavier than a Gladius, with a poor tip for thrusting, but an excellent cutting edge. Not before you get to the Arena, obviously.

>>36282

borderline asf but i already wrote all this up

Eccentricities: [Tribal Champion: Tympanum was, at one point a champion among the Averni, and has not forgotten that. You gain the ability of [Gaulish Charge], advancing 3 meters and launching an aggressive attack at 2 AP + half the normal cost of swinging your weapon. Additionally, Tympanum

Renown: Unheard of (Barbarian - you are seen as a barbarian to the crowd, and as such, acting bloodthirsty, vicious, and merciless will earn you favor, while displaying advanced tactics and intelligence will decrease it.)

Contacts of Note:

Equipment: Cloth Pants [0 armor, no AP cap], Celtic Spear (Bronze)(7STR)[3 AP to use, 2m range, 4-6 DMG]

Lodgings: A Destitute Bunk (This lodging is beyond terrible, and caps your individual renown enormously. Additionally, it makes training very difficult. Acquire prestigious items, recognitions, titles, recognizable notes, and the like, or better lodgings, to increase your renown cap, and better facilities (or access to them from your owner) to increase the speed of your training.)

Current Location: Memphis, Class IV

Memphis is an ancient city, outgrown of its ancient buildings and full of once-great monuments. It is a good place to begin a career - and, in your destitute bunk, the fight they tell you you will have against a free Berber does not sound terribly difficult. It is almost easy to sleep on your hard bunk…

>>36106

Eccentricities: [Urchin - Titus has little formal training or actual understanding of combat, but he does understand the streets very well - and dirty fighting goes along with that. Moves that target the groin, eyes, armor chinks, or other sensitive areas have a +15% to-hit-chance, and Titus can make a 1 AP action once per round to quickly check and see if there are any environmental opportunities or particular tricks he can pull at the moment.]

Renown: Unheard of (Imperial Scum - You aren't quite seen as an utter disgrace, but you are seen as a stain on Rome, who the Patricians try desperately to truly civilize. As such, dirty fighting is more tolerable, though crowds will still react negatively to it, preferring to see a turn of face from you.)

Contacts of Note:

Equipment: Cloth Rags [0 Armor, no AP cap], Iron Pugio (STR 6)[2 AP to use, 3-4 DMG]

Lodgings: A Destitute Bunk (This lodging is beyond terrible, and caps your individual renown enormously. Additionally, it makes training very difficult. Acquire prestigious items, recognitions, titles, recognizable notes, and the like, or better lodgings, to increase your renown cap, and better facilities (or access to them from your owner) to increase the speed of your training.)

Current Location: Nicomedia, Class IV

You aren't from Nicomedia, but your owner is, and the arenas of the ancient, religious city are as hungry for blood as any other - though they conceal their bloodthrist better than most, and their factions are more civil. You're told that you'll be fighting a former Legionaire, which is a terrifying prospect, until they add on that the man is a slight coward, an Enemy of the State as you are. Which shouldn't be too bad… right?

A pastebin containing combat maneuvers:

http://pastebin.com/svL1RGih

Signing up for fights is a free action, as is asking the Arena Master about fights. You get 2 actions per non-combat turn, and all combat takes one turn. Shop prices are variable per city. An As is equivalent to roughly a quarter, a Sesterii is equivalent to roughly one dollar, a Denarius is equivalent to roughly five dollars, an Aureus is equivalent to roughly one hundred dollars. An Iron Gladius, the most standard weapon in the Empire of the most standard material, costs roughly 40 Aureus.

Rolled 94, 44 = 138 (2d100)

>>36303

Name: Titus

Gender: Male

Fluff: Name: Titus

Gender: Male

Fluff: http://pastebin.com/MQUp1yvS

Slave/Free: Slave

Owner Fluff: Titus is the owner of the second son of the Meneus Family. Titus is one of three slaves purchased as a test by his father to see if he could manage house assets properly.

Stats:

STR 6 DEX 8 CON 6 PER 8 INT 6 CHA 6 AP 11

Skills

COMBAT

Dagger 2, Dodge 2

NONCOMBAT

Latin, Steal 2, Sneak 2

Eccentricities: [Urchin - Titus has little formal training or actual understanding of combat, but he does understand the streets very well - and dirty fighting goes along with that. Moves that target the groin, eyes, armor chinks, or other sensitive areas have a +15% to-hit-chance, and Titus can make a 1 AP action once per round to quickly check and see if there are any environmental opportunities or particular tricks he can pull at the moment.]

Renown: Unheard of (Imperial Scum - You aren't quite seen as an utter disgrace, but you are seen as a stain on Rome, who the Patricians try desperately to truly civilize. As such, dirty fighting is more tolerable, though crowds will still react negatively to it, preferring to see a turn of face from you.)

Contacts of Note:

Equipment: Cloth Rags [0 Armor, no AP cap], Iron Pugio (STR 6)[2 AP to use, 3-4 DMG]

Lodgings: A Destitute Bunk (This lodging is beyond terrible, and caps your individual renown enormously. Additionally, it makes training very difficult. Acquire prestigious items, recognitions, titles, recognizable notes, and the like, or better lodgings, to increase your renown cap, and better facilities (or access to them from your owner) to increase the speed of your training.)

Current Location: Nicomedia, Class IV

1. Train my dagger work.

2. Train my dodging ability

>>36305

You don't have access to actual training facilities - just your shitty bunk. You need to talk to your owner for those. Also, you need to explain how you are training.

>>36310

Regardless of the outcome of the day's actions, Julius still enters in the fight on the Arena board, the one featuring 2 valiant Romans putting some hillmen in their place

>>36305

Addendum.

For action one Titus does the standard rogue knife work exercises. Rapidly switching his grip rapidly stabbing between his fingers, and the like. Things he saw hard men do as games and bet money over.

For dodging practice, he rolls about, jumped and the like. Practicing how quickly he could shift and throw his body about so he wouldn't get hit.

A slight reference guide on fantasy elements on the world:

The College of Pontificates control the official state religion (headed by the Pontifex Maximus, leader of the Cult of Jupiter) of Rome, as well as all sanctioned, legal magic in the Empire. There are around thirty mages, apprentice and otherwise, under the College; they are exceedingly rare, especially so in the Empire. The most respected and powerful are the Augurs, who hold the magic of divination in their palms, interpreting - and, sometimes, changing - the thread of fate for the benefit of the Empire, as well as speaking with the esteemed dead. Lower than that are the Luperci, of the Wolf Cult, to which Mark Antony belongs. As that of the sacred animal of Rome, it was decreed that they ought be the ones to possess the warmages of the Empire, shared in conjugtion with the cults of Mars and Minerva. They can rend the earth, tear men limb from limb, and turn whole villages to mere ash in the wind with a word; they are, therefore, feared, respected, and admired.

The far north of Germania, Ruthenia, and Scandza are inhabited by terrible and terrifying beasts that have stymied Roman efforts at colonizing them for the present. In Germania, hard men who feel no pain or fear in their savage love of combat live in an infinite forest, amidst ever-shifting alliances between each other and strange tribes of slender, thin beings that age cannot touch, masters of warfare as a result. The combination of the two have made advancement north something like impossible, despite their constant infighting.

Ruthenia is home to a small cult of horrid men who have blighted the land, experimenting with the forbidden arts of soul-binding; a bastardization of the noble practice of Necromancy that involves shackling a soul to a mortal coil and forcing it to move and act via runic sigil. This vile act has allowed them to dominate the province, though the Pontificate has more than once for a subjugation of the region to stop these desecration, and to tear down the infamous black towers of Ruthenia.

Scandza is shrouded in myth and mystery; an absolutely brutal land, where not even the Germanics or Elves see fit to colonize. Few tribes of the most hardy and dangerous men live here, fighting deathly chill, enormous direwolves, and Frost Giants alike. Only Minerva knows what else lurks in the wastes of Scandza…

Updates will come as I hammer out more details.

>>36071

Name: Melech

Gender: Male

Fluff: [Melech was always fascinated by Rome's glory and felt that his people were on the decline. because of this, Melech decided to leave his people and go to the heart of the pagan empire. Desiring to assimilate to the local culture, he went to a gladiator game. Watching the spectacle before him he knew what he must do. He shall become a gladiator and earn enough prestige to become a citizen, pledging his allegiance to the empire he desires so much.]

Slave/Free: Free

Stats: STR 6 DEX 6 CON 6 PER 6 INT 9 CHA 7

Skills:

Combat: Spear 20, throwing 5, block 5

Non-Combat: Steal 5, Sneak 5, Etiquette 10, Persuasion 30, Threatening 5, Languages 15 (Hebrew, Latin, Arabic, Greek, Germanic), Lore 20, Trading 30

— DO NOT FILL OUT BELOW —

Eccentricities: ((???))

Renown: Unheard of

Contacts of Note: ((???))

Equipment: A filthy hooded robe, three Sesterii

Lodgings: ((???))

Current Location: ((???)), Class IV

Rolled 96, 83 = 179 (2d100)

>>36280

Name: Alyssa

Gender: Female

Fluff: Alyssa was formerly a sacred vestal virgin, she is a virgin no more. she lost her way, and the punishment for soiling her body was death. she could not escape it, so she asked not to be burned alive but to become a slave and die at the mercy of the gods at the arena. they granted her request, and made her a slave to a wealthy Roman prince, and said she would serve Rome by serving her princes and entertaining her people by fighting in the arena, and live as long as the gods would allow her to survive. she places what's left of her life to the gods now, wondering how long they would let her live. the only skills she ever practiced daily as a priestess was running and using a bow, as part of a sacred play where she played the role of Minerva. but with how fragile her body was, she wondered if the gods care would run short.

Slave/Free: Slave

Owner Fluff: Felix is the son of a Roman general, and wealthy enough to own many slaves and slavegirls as to not care for any of them, not even a former vestal virgin, and enjoys sending them off to fight as much as he does using them himself.

Stats:

str 5 dex 9 con 5 per 8 int 7 cha 6

Skills:

combat

Dodge lv2 (15) Bow lv2 (15)

non-combat

Etiquette lv1 (5) Persuasion lv1 (5)+5 Sneak lv2(15) Language lv1 Latin (5)

AP 13

Eccentricities: [Eye of the Gods] - The Gods of Rome have their eye on you, for better or for worse. At least, you think they do. The implications of this are presently unclear…

Renown: Unheard of (Disgrace - you are seen as an utter disgrace to Rome, and the crowd will never grant you mercy, should it be offered. This status offers renown through either redemption or brutality - pursuing and sticking with a path will earn you prestige and a reputation.)

Contacts of Note:

Equipment: A stained cloth robe [0 Armor, No AP cap], Arcus (5STR)[3-7 DMG, 15m range, 15 arrows, 3 AP to notch, 4 AP to fire]

Lodgings: A Destitute Bunk (This lodging is beyond terrible, and caps your individual renown enormously. Additionally, it makes training very difficult. Acquire prestigious items, recognitions, titles, recognizable notes, and the like, or better lodgings, to increase your renown cap, and better facilities (or access to them from your owner) to increase the speed of your training.)

Current Location: Capua, Class IV

#1 Alyssa tries to befriend one of the other slaves. she is going to fight a wolf, and she looks for anyone who has experience fighting an animal. she also hopes they might be willing to take a sack and a long rope, and pull a bag low on the ground coming toward her for her to aim at. wolves are fast and short animals, it would not do well to practice hitting a tall stationary tree.

#2 Alyssa prepares to ask her master for a weapon to defend herself with against the beast, even if it is a scythe or a pitchfork. she prepares herself to beg or please him, knowing it may be difficult with other more experienced slave-girls. if all else fails, she will try to look for a long branch

>>36320

>bidderlyn

>playing games

What hath god wroth while I've been banned

>>36329

this isn't my post. please remove it.

Rolled 66, 72 = 138 (2d100)

>>36302

Name: Tympanum

Gender: Male

Fluff: A Gaul possessed of swirling black tattoos and a magnificent yellow beard, Tympanum is so named for his most curious habit of rhythymnically strumming and striking nearby objects when idle. Tympanum was, likely, a warrior of some renown among his tribe, but such renown did not stop him from being knocked out cold by a legionnaire's shield boss and dragged back to Rome for the slave markets. Snatched up for his battle prowess before he was snatched up for his exotic hair and endowment, Tympanum bides his time and kills whoever he may need to kill until he can earn his freedom and return to the forested north.

Slave/Free: Slave

Owner Fluff: A retired Centurion, Flavus Crispus Gaiolanus has purchased Tympanum and multiple other slaves, all from conquered nations, to help kickstart his bloody success in the gladiator circuit.

Stats: STR: 7. DEX: 8. CON: 7. PER: 7. INT: 5. CHA: 6

Combat Skills: SPEAR 2, DODGE 2,

Non-Combat Skills: LANGUAGE 2 (Gallic, Latin), PERSUASION 2, SNEAK 1, CRAFTING 1

Eccentricities: [Tribal Champion: Tympanum was, at one point a champion among the Averni, and has not forgotten that. You gain the ability of [Gaulish Charge], advancing 3 meters and launching an aggressive attack at 2 AP + half the normal cost of swinging your weapon. Additionally, Tympanum's tattoos swirl and shift as if they are alive. The implications of this are unclear.

Renown: Unheard of (Barbarian - you are seen as a barbarian to the crowd, and as such, acting bloodthirsty, vicious, and merciless will earn you favor, while displaying advanced tactics and intelligence will decrease it.)

Contacts of Note:

Equipment: Cloth Pants [0 armor, no AP cap], Celtic Spear (Bronze)(7STR)[3 AP to use, 2m range, 4-6 DMG]

Lodgings: A Destitute Bunk (This lodging is beyond terrible, and caps your individual renown enormously. Additionally, it makes training very difficult. Acquire prestigious items, recognitions, titles, recognizable notes, and the like, or better lodgings, to increase your renown cap, and better facilities (or access to them from your owner) to increase the speed of your training.)

Current Location: Memphis, Class IV

1. "Berber" sounds as if it is something a child would babble. This fight shall not be difficult. Regardless, I shouldn't get cocky.

Perform push-ups, sit-ups, any and every kind of physical conditioning possible within the ragged, rat-eaten bunk to keep myself conditioned and limber for the fight to come.

2. Not all of my fellow slaves know the finer points of Latin, I am sure. I will teach them. This will endear them to me.

Teach some of the other gladiators and slaves how to speak at least -some- Latin.

Rolled 85, 54 = 139 (2d100)

Name: "Smasher"

Gender: Male

Fluff: One day in the furthest, filthest, most shit stained backwater of the Empire the soldiers of Rome thought they encountered a troll. But this was not a troll, it was a man. He had the size of one, the strength of one, and the ugliness of one but it was definitely human. It spoke no words any Roman or Barbarian understood, and killed anyone that tried to bother it. After enough men died trying to capture him a few at a time, a sizable force was assembled to catch him. By the half way into the day, 7 men were dead and so were four horses, bodies smashed pulp by a tree ripped from the ground, and the thing was full of arrows, javelins, and a hundred blade cuts and bleeding the snow red in streams of blood but still it fought on. It took two days of fighting to tire the thing enough, because it was a dull beast and didn't know better, until finally they brought it down and chained it in the thickest iron chains they had. "Smasher" they called it, for it preferred to pick up the biggest heaviest thing it could find and smash whatever it wanted. They forced it back to health, made it eat whatever they could feed it, and sold him as a prized slave.

Slave/Free: Slave

Owner Fluff: "Salvador" as he is called is a wealthy shiek from the east (or the south, no one is sure) from afar who likes to gather "freaks". Spectacles of nature, wonders of the world, especially those he can display for glory, and a bit of gold, in the fighting pits. When he saw this monster, the largest still-human thing he had laid eyes on (as well as possibly the most hideous) he was determined to have it. But what good is a giant hulking pile of flesh that wouldn't die lying idle in a cage? Far better to train and send it to fight!

Stats:

STR 8 DEX 5 CON 9 PER 8 INT 4 CHA 6

Skills incoming

COMBAT

Hammer Lv1 (5) Lv2 (10) Block Lv1 (5) [+5] Throw Lv1 (5)

NON-COMBAT

Crafting Lv1 [5] (+5) Threatening Lv1 [5] Lv2 [10] Steal Lv1 [5]

>>36075

Eccentricities: [Troll Blood - Smasher has a drop of the blood of Trools in him, filthy, stinking creatures that are nearly unkillable due to stone-hard flesh and regenerative powers. His CON, as a result, caps at 11, and for 14 AP he can recover 1 point of health in concentrated regeneration.]

Renown: Unheard of (Beast - you are seen as a true monster, and expected to act the part. Acts of savagery, brutality, backwardness and dishonor will earn you favor, while actions seen as civilized will earn a negative reaction from the crowd.)

Contacts of Note: None.

Equipment: Filthy Rags [0 Armor, No AP cap], Fists (8STR)[3-6 DP, 3 AP to attack]

Lodgings: A spacious cage in the Sheik's Villa, on display. (This lodging is beyond terrible, and caps your individual renown enormously. Additionally, it makes training very difficult. Acquire prestigious items, recognitions, titles, recognizable notes, and the like, or better lodgings, to increase your renown cap, and better facilities (or access to them from your owner) to increase the speed of your training.)

Current Location: Apamea, Class IV

1-2. "Smasher" has spent his whole life trying to get away from these short, annoying things. To be captured by them and forced to be so close to so many makes him ANGRY. Not very different from in mentality from a gorilla in a nearby cage, hands and legs still bound, he still attempts to beat his chest, clang his chains, roar, and rage at anything that comes close or looks at him. Trying to intimidate them to leave like he has so many other of these short things.

>Learn how to intimidate others

>>36305

Despite the lack of a proper training facility in the day before his fight, Titus is able to train surprisingly well in his bunk, nervously practicing his knifework and ensuring he's limber and prepared for the fight. He feel he's gained about 10 Combat Skill Points (though the lack of proper room and facilities means his gains are relatively small) before a guard of the Meneus family arrives in the slave quarters, clad in yellow and red. The man gestures and grunts about it being time in Roman, and you follow him outside. The trip through Nicomedia's streets is uneventful, and no one takes notice of you as you're brought to the Arena, though you notice people streaming in as you're moved to the Gladiator's Right entrance. You're one of the first fights of the day, it seems. Titus spends a while in nervous anticipation, fondling his Pugio, before he's pushed out towards a gate, the noise of a crowd cheering growing louder and louder as Titus spills out onto hot sands, opposite a muscled and well-tanned, but terrified man who holds a Pugio - his made of iron. [PM me when ready to start combat]

>>36308

It's exceptionally easy to find a slave willing and able to teach you the fundamentals of the Roman language; slaves tend to help one another as well they can, and all of them are fluent. A southern Gaul in the ranks understands your own language well enough to begin tutoring you in the lifted, but strong speech of Rome, and he is a suitable teacher. The basics of Latin are surprisingly easy to grasp. You won't be speaking highbrow anytime soon, but you catch the gist of basic phrasing from the other slaves in just hours, and being in a Latin city will teach you the rest of the basics soon enough. (Change your Language to rank 2 and add Broken Latin as a language.) However, you are totally unable to acquire any information about your opponent, being forbidden from leaving the slave quarters. Up until you are brought to the Arena proper that is, woken by a Tuscan guard in the middle of the next day and brought over to the Critian arena, through a mess of clay-fired buildings and dotted villas in the Roman style. A midday attraction, you are quickly shuffled to the leftmost gate and brought through onto absolutely searing sands, staring across the field at a pitch-black Nubian - slight and unimpressive - holding a short sword that bears marked similarities to a Gladius, save for it being made of copper. This shouldn't be terribly difficult. [PM me when ready to start combat]

>>36303

This number is a little too high, I accidentally used a higher price table. Think 10 Aureus for an Iron Gladius, 20 Aureus for a healthy slave.

>>36309

After being forcibly thrown out of a smithy, then a bathhouse, then a higher-end Hopsitia, Scarleto resigns to inquire at a Capoune, the 'Beatus Hispanus'. The only notably achievements of it are having some private rooms and hosting the scum of four separate cultures, frequented by Gauls, Romans, Spanish, and Mauretanians. Immediately, Scarleto is are overcome with the stench of awful wine, vomit, piss, and blood, and some heads turn as you enter. The owner agrees pretty readily to hire the former noble on as a barmaid, provided she can 'tolerate the customers', for a private room, food, and a miserable stipend, which sounds fine enough, until she starts actually working. Just wading through the stench is hard enough, but before she's ten minutes into bringing out food a customer swats Aquilina's ass hard enough to nearly make her drop the tray; there's two more firm squeezes slipped in before a fight breaks out amongst the noisy drunkards, which Scarleto, another barmaid, and the inn's bar barely manage to stop and throw the offenders out before it spreads. Between periods of humiliating comments and aggressive gropes(of which her shiny and tight leathers help little), a Moor throws up on Scarleto's foot, a Gaul nearly stabs her while babbling in his own language, and a native urchin almost manages to steal her money-pouch - fending off the overcrowded mess of patrons rapidly becomes more difficult than actually serving. Despite being signed up for a two-on-one fight just the next morning, it's a mercy when her shift finally ends, and she's allowed to retire to her room. Even through that, the din is overwhelming, and the smell persists; not to mention the soreness of her body makes sleeping in the tiny room and hard bed practically impossible. The fact that the spainard's ass is practically covered in stinging red handprints just adds to it.

Change Lodgings to Inn Room (This lodging is awful, and seriously caps renown.)

Add as a note under Lodgings: [Barmaid - Working as a barmaid is a careful balance between managing insults and gropes with avoiding drunken punches. The work is humiliating, difficult, and pays little. But it is still work. 1 Denarius and 12 Sesterii per out-of-combat round.]

Sliding up her leathers is not intolerable the next morning, but a wince is unable to be suppressed as they snap close. Entering the arena as a freeman is much less degrading than doing so as a slave, and Scarleto is able to verify with the Arena Master before being made to go through the gates of the Arena - coming out alongside scattered sands, facing opposite two weak, slight plebs with black hair and blank eyes, the Pugios in their hands likely the first time they've held a weapon. It is quite telling that they look scared against a single woman in skintight leathers who smells like piss, though there are still two of them, which is cause for some concern, [PM me when ready to start combat]

p.s.

being more descriptive gets you longer posts

>>36376

>>36310

There are few in Athens who do not speak Latin by this point; the respect of Greek culture from Rome is reciprocated by the Greeks themselves, and the noble families of Athens, though not replaced by Romans, speak Latin and fraternize fully with their Italian brothers. However, some aspiring merchants and tradesmen still lack the ability to speak fluent highbrow Latin, and occasionally hire on Romans for diplomatic affairs, to take stress off their backs. Inquiring around and looking on various public post boards, it's not terribly difficult to find one such merchant. He's hardly rich, but the brown-haired Greek is respectable, owning a well-run scroll shop on a fine address. His grasp of Latin is shaky, so he's willing to pay you a decent sum to interpret when Roman customers come in; work that is neither taxing nor time-consuming, and pays quite well. As you prove your respectability, he gives you a small bonus to sleep in the dorms of the local inn for this night, but tells you to pay for your own lodgings after. Add as a note under Lodgings: [Translator - Translation is a profitable enterprise, if you can find someone willing and able to pay who needs one. 2 Denarii and 12 Sesterii per out-of-combat round.]

You find, donning your worn-in leather-and-iron Auxiliary armor in the morning, that you have nowhere near enough money to buy even a buckler. A Pelte, the ancient shield of Greek skirmishers, won't cost you much - a merchant has one in good condition for a mere 20 Denarii, but the small copper-and-fur shield won't stop much. It is far better than having one useless arm, however. You make a note of this price and move on, meeting at the Arena at the determined time, where you are shown to your entrance. You kill the time before speaking with the man who will be your partner for this particular match; a hardy-looking Roman like yourself, gray-haired but covered in scars that prove his worth. He is gruff, but affable, and his Spatha and Lorcia Hamata give him an appearance of vague command. Two is not enough for a shieldwall, so he carries no shield. This is not supposed to be a grand performance or main event, but a side skirmish, so roles will not be necessary, however. The veteran strides alongside you as the gate opens, leaving you opposite a small gang of swarthy Macedons, thankfully armed with their Macedonian kopis instead of the long spears a historical performance would have given them. Though aggressive and unafraid, they are clad in cloth and seem physically unimpressive, so you and the Veteran feel decently confident in a victory. [PM me when ready to start combat]

double p.s.

I am not starting combat until I am done posting. PM me then.

Name: Melech

Gender: Male

Fluff: [Melech was a jew born into a Jerusalem under siege during the third Mithridatic war. Throughout his life he has seen his people subservient and his conquerors untouchable. This caused him to idolize the Roman empire and feel self hatred towards his people. When he became an adult, Melech decided to leave his people and go to the heart of the pagan empire. Desiring to assimilate to the local culture, he went to a local gladiator game and watched the grand spectacle before him. Amazed by the people's reaction around him, He decided to become a gladiator and earn enough prestige to become a citizen, pledging his allegiance to the empire he desires so much.]

Slave/Free: Free

Stats: STR 6 DEX 6 CON 6 PER 6 INT 9 CHA 7

Skills:

Combat: Spear 4, throwing 1, block 1

Non-Combat: Etiquette 1, Persuasion 4, Threatening 1, Languages 3 (Hebrew, Latin, Arabic, Greek, Germanic), Lore 2, Trading 4

— DO NOT FILL OUT BELOW —

Eccentricities: ((???))

Renown: Unheard of

Contacts of Note: ((???))

Equipment: A filthy hooded robe, three Sesterii

Lodgings: ((???))

Current Location: ((???)), Class IV

>>36379

That's language 5, kike. I thought you people were smart

>>36380

latin and hebrew were free, so i did not count them.

>>36381

Is it free cuz you're jew?

>>36382

he said hebrew was pretty much never going to come up, so i have it for flavor reasons.

>>36319

After asking some quick questions, you are pleasantly surprised to find that one of Felix's slaves sharing your quarters is a former poacher - a man who goes by [Cassius]. He agrees to give you some pointers for your upcoming fight, and is permitted to, for these purposes, go into the courtyard of the Villa with you (which Felix has not granted *you* permissions of), where you spend the better part of the day learning about the anatomy of wolves, where to shoot to disable and kill with the kind of bow you're using, and how the Wolf moves and behaves. Cassius is clearly experienced, and even with just a day, you feel much more secure. Gain eccentricity [Wolf Hunter: +10% to-hit-chance, plus +1 Min and Max DMG when fighting wolves. Train with Cassius to upgrade or broaden this trait.]

Additionally, Felix happens to be with the guards when they rouse you next morning, and you quickly petition him for a weapon of some sort to defend yourself at close range. Felix considers this for a moment, then apparently decides that it would make for better entertainment, as he draws a Pugio from one of the guard's belts and hands it over to you. Add Iron Pugio (STR 5)[2-3 DMG, 2 AP to swing]. The walk down Capua's streets to the arena is quick and efficient, one passed frequently by the house's guards, and you are brought late in the day's games. The crowd hisses and roars so loudly you can hear them past the gate as the Wolf is brought out; they know that any who faces against the sacred animal must be an enemy of the state. [PM me when ready to start combat]

>>36320

Fix your stats. No stat can be at rank 10, only one at rank 9, and you only have enough points to make two skills rank 2, with 30 points total. It costs 5 points to make a skill rank 1, and 10 points to go from rank 1 to rank 2, meaning rank 2 costs 15 points.

Eccentricities: [Imperial Rat - Greedus cares only about what really matters in life; survival. He gains a non-noted but significant bonus to fluffed acts of Sneak and Steal; more than that, he gains enormous bonuses when attacking from stealth in any manner. Though the very concept of 'stealth' in an arena is difficult, it makes him excel at brawls, with a +2 bonus to stealth grappling; +30 to-hit-chance from stealth; and +2 to minimum and maximum damage from any stealth attack, which also ignores 25% of defense.]

Renown: Unheard of (Imperial Scum - You aren't quite seen as an utter disgrace, but you are seen as a stain on Rome, who the Patricians try desperately to truly civilize. As such, dirty fighting is more tolerable, though crowds will still react negatively to it, preferring to see a turn of face from you.)

Contacts of Note:

Equipment: A filthy hooded robe, three Sesterii

Lodgings: A Destitute Bunk (This lodging is beyond terrible, and caps your individual renown enormously. Additionally, it makes training very difficult. Acquire prestigious items, recognitions, titles, recognizable notes, and the like, or better lodgings, to increase your renown cap, and better facilities (or access to them from your owner) to increase the speed of your training.)

Current Location: Damascus, Class IV

Damascus is a city with an enormous deal of history, and one of Rome's most recent conquest; the great city was annexed by Rome less than 20 years back, by the hands of the now-defeated Pompey. But who cares about that, while you're here, rotting in a prison? In a deluded haze, you make a bet with the master of the prison; you satisfy the Prison Master in the arena, and win your freedom. He laughs, entertained, and says that if you can win fifty fights of his choice or be granted freedom by a Dux or other important figure, you can be free. He leaves from your cell, telling you that he'll schedule a fight for the very next day.

You hear word he's put you down for a fight with an Araby Freeman tomorrow… you will need to prepare.

>>36341

Despite the lack of a proper training area - a fact that significantly impedes your progress - you're able to do basic physical training that requires little space, like situps and pushups (though weapon training with a spear proves entirely impossible). Note [2 ticks] next to your CON.

Some slaves jump at the opportunity to learn a few snippets of Latin, as Gaiolanus's pasture consists mostly of completely fresh slaves from Araby, Mauritania, and Gaul. You spend the better half of your second day teaching basic communication to a few of them, earning you a solid favor amongst some of your fellow slaves. Note [Fellow Slaves] as a Contact, as they'll be notably more favorable to you, especially if you continue lending a helping hand.

The guard, as always, comes on time, taking a small group of slaves - including you - to the Arena of Memphis. You're a midday attraction, and some other slaves go before you; you watch as some viciously decapitate their opponents, screaming in victory, and others are dragged back through the gates, covered in bloody wounds or outright missing limbs. A man at the gate calls your name… [PM me when ready to combat.]

>>36342

Smasher has no problems with that. The loud shrieks and terrifying roars from his cage, rattling against the bars, causes visitors to the Sheik's villa to scurry away in fear, a mixture of dark natives clad in gold and purple, and Roman men in simple but elegant white. The Sheik, on the other hand, is delighted, clearly amused by the prestige that such a vicious creature brings to him. You have gained some favor with the Sheik, as well as 10 out-of-combat skill points. The one who seems to control this cage, you notice, does not shy away from you; a portly but brave man, of middling height. He stands nearby as men escort you in hard irons to the arena of Apamea, where you are quickly ushered past the leftmost gates into a fight - the two pathetic figures across cowed at Smasher's giant physique. [PM me when ready to start combat]

>>36379

Eccentricities: [Rebel Land - Melech has the blood of a rebellious land in his veins, despite being a sympathizer with the seemingly untouchable Romans who own the land. Besides allowing this to make for good story arcs in higher Arena classes, Melech recieves the trait of [Strength of the Mountains], which can be invoked to convert any remaining AP into defense at a rate of 1 AP reducing the enemy to-hit-chance by 7.5%, and 3 AP reducing min and max damage by 1. This can be invoked every round of combat.]

Renown: Unheard of (Noble Savage - you are a barbarian, but one seen as noble, and an ally of Rome. As such, the crowd expects you to carry yourself with nobility and grace, expressing mercy and intelligence in your fighting. However, they will tolerate (and secretly expect) some dips into savagery and barbarism, and as always, they love blood.)

Contacts of Note:

Equipment: Dirty Clothing [0 Armor, no AP cap] Hebrew Spear (Bronze)(6 STR)[3 AP to use, 2m range, 3-5 DMG], one Denarius

Lodgings: The Streets (This lodging is beyond terrible, and caps your individual renown enormously. Additionally, it makes training very difficult. Acquire prestigious items, recognitions, titles, recognizable notes, and the like, or better lodgings, to increase your renown cap, and better facilities (or access to them from your owner) to increase the speed of your training.)

Current Location: Capua, Class IV

Arriving in Capua is a near magical experience. The clean clothes of the citizens - their lifted, patrician bearings - the clean and neat streets, with men cleaning them constantly - the grand Aqueduct running ahead - the impenetrable stone structures, and the enormous marble villas dotting the landscape - incredible. A great arena of gorgeously hewn white stone stands near the center of the city, next to the meetinghall of the local council and Dux.

You check the Arena listings to see what is offered, before tending to other affairs…

A FIGHT against ONE RUNAWAY GLADIATOR! After winning three fights, this one tried to run off, the coward - break his winning streak!

A FIGHT against a RECENTLY SUBJUGATED GAUL!

A BRAWL of FOUR MEN, where EACH must choose his OWN FATE!

Or, if you are in combat, do not post. I will be making a combat thread when I get home and handling combat one at a time. Post fluff if you'd like. PM me or post in the combat thread to start combat.

>>36406

Name: Melech

Gender: Male

Fluff: [Melech was a jew born into a Jerusalem under siege during the third Mithridatic war. Throughout his life he has seen his people subservient and his conquerors untouchable. This caused him to idolize the Roman empire and feel self hatred towards his people. When he became an adult, Melech decided to leave his people and go to the heart of the pagan empire. Desiring to assimilate to the local culture, he went to a local gladiator game and watched the grand spectacle before him. Amazed by the people's reaction around him, He decided to become a gladiator and earn enough prestige to become a citizen, pledging his allegiance to the empire he desires so much.]

Slave/Free: Free

Stats: STR 6 DEX 6 CON 6 PER 6 INT 9 CHA 7

Skills:

Combat: Spear 4, throwing 1, block 1

Non-Combat: Etiquette 1, Persuasion 4, Threatening 1, Languages 3 (Hebrew, Latin, Arabic, Greek, Germanic), Lore 2, Trading 4

Eccentricities: [Rebel Land - Melech has the blood of a rebellious land in his veins, despite being a sympathizer with the seemingly untouchable Romans who own the land. Besides allowing this to make for good story arcs in higher Arena classes, Melech recieves the trait of [Strength of the Mountains], which can be invoked to convert any remaining AP into defense at a rate of 1 AP reducing the enemy to-hit-chance by 7.5%, and 3 AP reducing min and max damage by 1. This can be invoked every round of combat.]

Renown: Unheard of (Noble Savage - you are a barbarian, but one seen as noble, and an ally of Rome. As such, the crowd expects you to carry yourself with nobility and grace, expressing mercy and intelligence in your fighting. However, they will tolerate (and secretly expect) some dips into savagery and barbarism, and as always, they love blood.)

Contacts of Note:

Equipment: Dirty Clothing [0 Armor, no AP cap] Hebrew Spear (Bronze)(6 STR)[3 AP to use, 2m range, 3-5 DMG], one Denarius

Lodgings: The Streets (This lodging is beyond terrible, and caps your individual renown enormously. Additionally, it makes training very difficult. Acquire prestigious items, recognitions, titles, recognizable notes, and the like, or better lodgings, to increase your renown cap, and better facilities (or access to them from your owner) to increase the speed of your training.)

Current Location: Capua, Class IV

1. because I must fund myself, it would be to my benefit to make friends with the merchants and perform tasks for them.

(Etiquette 1, Persuasion 4, Threatening 1, Languages 3, Lore 2, Trading 4)

2. If I am to become accepted as a citizen, I must ingratiate myself to those of higher standing and gain their approval.

(Etiquette 1, Persuasion 4, Languages 3, Lore 2)

>A FIGHT against a RECENTLY SUBJUGATED GAUL!

It would be good to establish that unlike the barbarians of the north, I am proud to be part of this empire.

Rolled 70, 86 = 156 (2d100)

>>36432

Rolled 48, 88 = 136 (2d100)

>>36404

new stats (cant edit last stats i was logged as a guest)

STATS: http://pastebin.com/xCajD2v6

Eccentricities: [Imperial Rat - Greedus cares only about what really matters in life; survival. He gains a non-noted but significant bonus to fluffed acts of Sneak and Steal; more than that, he gains enormous bonuses when attacking from stealth in any manner. Though the very concept of 'stealth' in an arena is difficult, it makes him excel at brawls, with a +2 bonus to stealth grappling; +30 to-hit-chance from stealth; and +2 to minimum and maximum damage from any stealth attack, which also ignores 25% of defense.]

Renown: Unheard of (Imperial Scum - You aren't quite seen as an utter disgrace, but you are seen as a stain on Rome, who the Patricians try desperately to truly civilize. As such, dirty fighting is more tolerable, though crowds will still react negatively to it, preferring to see a turn of face from you.)

Contacts of Note:

Equipment: A filthy hooded robe, three Sesterii

Lodgings: A Destitute Bunk (This lodging is beyond terrible, and caps your individual renown enormously. Additionally, it makes training very difficult. Acquire prestigious items, recognitions, titles, recognizable notes, and the like, or better lodgings, to increase your renown cap, and better facilities (or access to them from your owner) to increase the speed of your training.)

Current Location: Damascus, Class IV

–

I wake up laying in my dark cell, shivering against the cold unmerciful stones that cage me in. Thoughts are clouding my mind -

Was I dreaming, or only hallucinating?

Is it day or night outside?

Is this still all real?

Am I going mad?

I punch against the floor with my bare fist, waves of pain shock back through my arm to my body, i can feel the warmth of blood dripping from my fingers. Oh, this is real enough.

I have been so long in the dark its almost worth going to the arena just to see daylight again.

I manage to stand up, barely. I try to look through the darkness into the black corridor "Welcome… To the arena!" I shout. My voice echo, no reply. I laugh, maybe they will leave me here, maybe its a joke, there is no arena, the master is just playing me as he always does. He is leaving me to die… I punch against the bars, the metal shakes and vibrates but I keep punching until its wet of my blood. "WELCOME TO THE ARENA" I keep shouting with all my throat again and again after delivering every fist. After hours my hands are numb from pain and wont do as I bid them, my body is too weak. "arena…" I can only whisper this time as i fall back unconscious

[improving my STR and CON]

>>36705

How is things going, dara? You haven't been on skype and your builder is kill la kill

>>36706

Yeah, I know. I've been going the way of Oreo, but I plan to come back.

>>36705

Generally speaking, my builders never close. Feel free to join.

What a surprise, he's Irish. (As far as I remember, it's been a while since I made one.)

Name: Incaendium (Birth Name: Straif)

Gender: Male

Fluff: The peoples of Britannia are seldom seen in continental Europe. This is due, in part, to the fact that it hasn't been conquered yet. Even then, only a few will set foot upon the land to the West. This is a shame, for the isle is fertile, green, and an ideal source of slaves and grain. However, there are a select few from the British Islands who travel to the continent in search of fame, power, or wealth. Incaendium is one of these travelers. Hailing from the warrior tribe which Ptolemy would dub the Eblani, between the rivers Liffey and Boyne, Incaendium went first to Britannia, in wanderlust, where he traveled the land over, from the land of the Picti in the North, to the land of the Damonii in the south. From there, he made his way to Gallia, where he was encountered by the returning forces of the victorious Caesar. Knowing that even with the prowess in combat which living in a warrior culture instilled in him, he could not resist any more than a few Roman soldiers, he was taken as another slave, and given his epithet, Incaendium, the Latin word for a wildfire, for his wild and red hair. After Caesar entered Rome, the slaves of his train were given away, or sold. Incaendium was given as an exotic gift to an equestrian family, who he served dutifully as a manual slave for a time. There, he learned a few words of Latin, in addition to his native Gaeilge Ársa. One day, not too long ago, he was accompanying one of his masters into town, escorting him to a fine, upstanding establishment with many classy women residing within. The pair were accosted by a pair of robbers, carrying long knives. The equestrian (in disguise, to protect his reputation), did not have his sword with him, and his slave was unarmed. However, Incaendium grabbed a nearby fence picket, and forcefully tore it from the ground. He hurled the stake at one of the assailants, piercing his breast, before charging at the other, bowling him over, and beating him to death. After the shake up, the equestrian decided that a better profession for his slave would be as a gladiator. In a matter of days, the gael was shipped off to the nearest class IV arena, to earn his master coin, and himself fame, or even freedom.

The Eblani are one of the many tribes of the Isles who believe that to do battle clad in naught but the favor of the gods is the highest honor. However, while forgoing clothes is honorable (And good for your health! Fabric in a wound can easily cause infection.), spurning shields is simply stupid. The Eblani, therefore, carry shields of vastly varying sizes, ranging from stout blackthorn branches strapped to their forearm to huge oaken round shields, bossed with iron. Spears with long, broad, leaf-shaped heads are common among the Eblani, and they are adept at using them in the thrust or the cut. Incaendium is nothing if not traditional, and in his roamings, carried with him only his food, his waterskin, a traditional spear, a medium-sized shield, simple shoes, and trousers (Which he would swiftly remove if ever he needed to fight). All of his personal effects are lost now, having been confiscated by the troops of the great Caesar.

Slave/Free: Slave

Owner Fluff: The Caparii are an equestrian family, solidly in the center of equestrian status. Their industry is twofold: They manufacture garum for export to different parts of the Republic, and rent out extra space on their ships to merchants and travelers. Primus Caparius Piscus is the pater familias of the Caparii, and the architect of their move into the garum market, in which the Caparii have a monopoly. For his clever cornering of the market, and the product his factories produces, he has the cognomen of Piscus. Above all, he is a profit-minded man, and has an extraordinary mind for numbers and economic abstraction. He sees Incaendium's service as a gladiator as an investment, and hopes that it pays off, for he may lose a valuable laborer.

Stats: http://pastebin.com/256DqRx4

— DO NOT FILL OUT BELOW —

Eccentricities: ((???))

Renown: Unheard of

Contacts of Note: ((???))

Equipment: A filthy hooded robe, three Sesterii

Lodgings: ((???))

Current Location: ((???)), Class IV

>>36325

I only sign up to games that will never kick off