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Who claimed his fucking life?

Miss Scythia.

She does not carry a name.

Gellert has done to a woman.

He would not have wished this.

You and I, standing in constant opposition.

I would see aid given to Gellert.

We must be secure in knowledge that you are protected from those who would see

you toward disadvantage.

Speak of Uncle Servius.

He looms with one of many. If Pompey's allowed to marry Viridia, he would

forever be aligned with Gabinius. You intend to remove Gabinius from the

No. I intend to remove him from fucking life.

Ever bathed. Sent to me.

Hilara. Assist.

To a urgent matter.

Did you call upon me to... What is this fucking shit?

Send word to Crassus to discuss granting him my voice of old in the Senate.

Now me for this.

The video will know the man you truly are.

No.

How does she fare, your daughter?

As one who has seen hearts torn from chest.

I cannot believe he's gone. His death is the dearest blow to the Republic.

Such a tragic loss.

Know that I am here for both of you.

Sentiment embraced.

As intended.

Ah, Caesar and Cornelia appear, dispelling darkness with welcomed light.

Lydia, I have willed that this cherished husband were cut from my own flesh.

I'm glad you yet stand whole.

Would that Pompey do not stand, sir? An enemy of the people.

To think we greeted him with arms spread with affection and adulation.

He must be seen to account.

preferably at the end of a fucking sword.

He stands a consul of Rome, beyond reach of laws that govern the rest of us. You

would see him go unpunished for what he has done.

No, I only mean there is... Calm waters.

Crassus looks to introduce resolution within the Senate to strip Pompey of

title. And protection it affords.

What of his army camped outside the gates of Rome?

It fled from responsibility, as all of questionable nature do when faced with

blood upon hand.

The situation is well attended.

He has been elevated to legatus and charged to see Pompey to a violent end.

Well, Caesar, I will pay respects.

Caesar, you honor this house.

Oh, allow me to introduce Thervius, brother, to beloved husband.

Deepest sorrow towards loss of most precious brother.

Gratitude.

Yet I must inquire, why does your slave stand among us?

Usher is a free man, and a respected lonista within Capul.

Ah, yes, the Syrian good Proculus has spoken of.

I have thought towards Munera to honour fallen kin, and reintroduce myself to a

city I have been too long from.

Funeral games.

I shall provide my men gratitude.

Your remembrance of your father. Oh, most excellent.

To be met in kind.

Without hesitation.

We do not stand empty of purse. Let us say a clutch of your men each with

respective champions to meet in the primal.

Your brother's memory will be etched in blood upon the sand.

As I would see it held this day.

By all those of appropriate breeding.

We are but guests to the House of Servius.

I'll see the man to Egress.

At rear, a villa removed from public eye.

Hold.

I would have a moment.

Apologies. My uncle can be... abrupt.

It was foolish of me to come.

I'd live to heart that you have.

I wish to express gratitude.

Towards?

You tried to warn me... of Pompey.

If only I'd listened.

The fault lies with the man who took your father's life.

Got no other.

She did not deserve such a fate.

She did not.

I just can't look before I am missed.

You speared the four systems.

Do not let Tolkien set the end to our course.

Again.

The brother of Gabinius has mind towards funeral games.

Autore, clutch of men stand requested.

Choose as you wish.

Dominus, what of the Scythian?

Achilles shall face her in Primus.

Glory.

To the house of fucking Asher.

You avoid me.

I must attend my duties as villager. Such encompass the murder of a fucking

senator?

I did not know Pompey would lash out in fatal manner. Sanctions are far from

predictable when under sway of opium.

That is why your fucking domino so desired it upon the moment.

Is it not?

And why you plied me with kindest words to spirit such from domino's chambers. I

had no knowledge of what domino's planned.

Nor would I have involved you if I thought anyone would come to harm in the

of it. Intent has no bearing upon deadly result.

If it were discovered that I... All with a hand in it would suffer.

The affairs of this fucking house and everyone within it fall from concern.

Domina makes ready to depart for Rome and would see me remain at her side.

You leave this house?

Never to return.

Do not worry, brother.

You shall rise again when she falls to the Scythian.

Doctore!

The Scythian does not favor her right as you do.

It is the left that holds greater threat.

Such is good minutis.

Perhaps more observant eye would yield less disappointing result.

I thought you did not care for the style of Damoceris.

I do not.

Yet my father did.

As does the beast you are to face in the arena.

You remain from fucking back.

We move in hopeful direction.

Good. Yet there are two ends of a fucking spear. Seek to use them both.

It's you again. Pursuing opportunity.

Seed mantle of champion.

I give no shit towards it.

I but crave to sit the instruct from this fucking world. If not by my hand,

yours.

such brief work of the Syrian's champion, I would see her suffer.

And by association, her dominance.

And I would see her set upon the man's fucking doctorate. And scales of blood

towards balance.

The crowd impossibly chairs for you once more, little man.

Absent fallen brothers.

God's blessed the names, Satyrus. Yet I fear they shall not grace you with

miraculous victory a second time.

Against fully formed opponent.

I am to fight again in the arena.

You are.

Yet not alone.

You would bear me with a fucking woman! I would but have you live a while

longer. And see coffers filled with coin.

In advance of your passing.

Come.

I have been too long from an opponent of worth and would test myself against one

offering challenge.

And to see what I recall from days of war and adventure.

But I feel so...

empty.

Absent his presence filling it.

I stand in most painful regret that I ever supported

union between you and fucking Polly.

You got moved to procure a future protected from those who would wish us

Apologies.

I pray I do not intrude upon introspective musings.

We but speak of this house and the living within it in pale shadow of

father and considerate husband.

It does stand a fine villa to raise a child in.

If ever really it may yet erroneously be called such.

It is improper for men to bathe with women. Serious.

Proper is what paterfamilias deems.

Do I not stand such now in relation?

You stand so.

We shall leave you to restorative ablutions. I will see you linger.

The presence of beloved niece bombs wound a brother's loss.

As does that of stilled wife.

Ah, is it not greatest relief to shed black sackcloth and feel

cleansing waters against flesh?

If I were overseer of tradition, I would see eight days of mourning halved, if

not quartered.

They could turn into years and yet not allow time enough to grieve the passing

of my father. I would not see you so removed from life.

What pleasure such offers.

What make you of Caesar and Cornelia? They seem

taken by you.

You believe so?

They are of discerning nature.

And add status beyond measure, gracing pulverness for the game.

They will come, you are sure of it.

They dwell within Asher's villa during stay.

You shall see them among us.

Ah, yes.

The Syrian.

How do they manage sharing domicile with such a lonely beast?

Asher is no beast.

He is a man of careful thought and gentle word, even when none are offered

You speak of the Syrian with a troubling passion.

She finds the good in all.

Even those...

undeserving. I but speak the truth for those who do not fear it.

We should have proper adornment for games of the Munera, something of

yet muted in ostentation we will go to the market when day breaks. I cannot go

to market upon the morrow nor hold interest in entertaining such frivolity.

You need not accompany us.

We go often, mother and I. Absent, platter -familias, or suitable male

We do not require leash.

Very dear.

It appears my brother has been regrettably lax in regards towards

family.

A mistake.

We shall see towards correction.

I thought all lost when the old fool promised his simpleton child to Pompey.

moment of worry.

Yet the gods favor Caesar and his derving wife.

Has there ever stood such a man?

He is but empty shell absent the woman before him. She would not be removed

your side.

Nor I from yours.

Yet I would see you safe behind the gates of Rome, far from threat of Pompey

men yet loyal to him.

What of Crassus?

I shall deliver message upon proper time and place in advance of my own

departure.

The Syrian has proven unexpectedly useful, has he not?

Gratitude.

I but live to serve.

You but elevate the name of Caesar.

And of your patron. Come, partake in wine and joyous celebration.

I prepare promises kept in lieu of libations.

Promises? Agreement was made.

If union between Viridian and Pompey was halted, the reward will be the

rebuilding of the old arena destroyed by Spartacus and I.

To be given control of it.

Was it not Pompey who struck Gabinius down?

My machination devised by my hand alone.

Gabinius.

will yet be of this world, if not for Asher.

Of that there can be no question.

And upon my life you shall be seen to deserve a reward.

Night becomes glorious day.

leave us and we shall revisit the subject upon heel of the legacy of

not so far a distance when you made effort to claim my life with the chains

he had bound you.

Would you have not attempted same had a place stood reversed?

No. I would have plotted and schemed striking from the shadows to those of

craven hardwood.

If I had followed example, perhaps I would not yet stand to slay.

Yet here we both find ourselves bound.

by the chains of our decisions.

This is to be mine.

Alone.

As Gannicus before you and Spartacus in his wake, each claiming this as their

own, to his title of champion.

A title bestowed upon me months past.

Why does such a gift present itself in the present?

As reward for loyal service.

Yet if you find the aroma of piss and shit of the barracks more pleasing... I

defeated Ammonius, yet such bounty was not offered.

Come to the right fucking point.

I plied Pompey with opium, as commanded.

Was it plot and scheme that he then cut the old man down?

No.

It was not my intent to give any of that.

The man who took his life.

Of that I have no doubt.

Well, I turn darkness of thought towards the fucking Scythian.

She presents challenge unlike you have ever faced.

And I do not wish to see such glorious accommodations stand empty again.

Anticipate fate.

She will attempt to draw you in to imagine weakness, then strike.

Do we train, or do you seek my fall in advance of Arena?

You hold the city and we'll show you mercy?

You do not stand a fucking city. If I were, you would be embraced by my father

in the fucking afterlife.

Horse!

Take water and begin yourself. I do not need... Fall to command.

She does not heed instruction.

I wonder how she fucking reminds me of.

How might I aid her if she will not listen?

How did your father set unruly son upon path?

By harsh words alone?

Or tempered with those of more supportive nature?

So you would have me ply her.

A gentle caress and soft kiss.

A kindness reserved for those held to fucking heart.

I must suggest temperance, if such is to be found within you.

Have you broken words with Dominus towards reunion with the latter?

I have not.

Dominus is consumed by more weighted matters, yet I will at first opportunity

broach subject.

Are we to gossip as old women?

Return to fucking purpose?

You possess fucking shield.

However small.

Think upon using it.

Good.

Yet do not consider but for defense think of it also as unexpected weapon.

Esteemed burden at last removes itself.

Your damaged cause not so easily swept to remembrance.

Then let us soothe wounds with blood and glory.

The men stand ready? They fuss for the fucking day.

As all men of worth do.

There is one among them that I would beg towards consideration.

Right name?

Tarkov.

That arrogant little shit presses for return to the arena.

He does not petition for it. Instead, he makes effort towards aiding Achillea to

face the city.

Was such the boy's choice?

With gentle fucking guidance from more experienced hands.

I did not think he could see his pissing in all direction long enough to lend

assistance to another.

Especially one he so despises. He is learning to live beyond himself, slowly.

Yet he makes a dent.

And he would see him rewarded for effort.

The horror latter. He holds her in some affection. It would lift his spirits to

see her again.

The loss of his father still waits the boy.

It is a heavy thing.

Loss of a man greatly admired.

You appear not your usual aggravating self of late.

Shedding words, forgotten chords. I would instead turn to more buoyant

reckoning.

Crassus at last removes arm from ass to see the old arena risen from the ashes.

Boon to all of Capulet. More so to this fucking house.

For the man before you is to be given charge of it.

A great honor.

Well deserved.

Once arena's completed, attention shall be taken with seeing it filled to the

thunderous cheers of the crowd.

I will have little time for the knees of the sleutish, nor those toiling beneath

his roof.

You would see it sold.

I will see it freely given into the worthiest of hands.

Such was possible.

Nor I.

Yet, we soar beyond the tether of imagination, severing it in service

of what we may become.

See the horn to the boy's arms, and may he find peace in her embrace as we find

and promise our future morals.

I've dreamt of you, standing once more upon the sands of the arena, victorious

in all regards.

Now I see that I have failed.

Yet, towards arena, such must stand the late.

I hear of funeral games for Gabinius. Are you not among those chosen to fight?

I have fallen from consideration as Dominus.

Why?

Thing of no matter.

Then I again such time struck champion towards contest against fucking city

champion a title you deserve If you do not stand such how shall you earn your

freedom on my own as you have so often promised? That's not for towards future

worries when present Sounds great to me You

know the lifetime since I've taken to your arms

And now we may embrace absent concern.

Concern?

What? That bloated Roman that handled me so rudely.

And disapproving I of your father.

He bore wide of distraction.

And fateful ends such could lead to upon the sands. You were well out of his

shadow. He was stubborn and overbearing, as you yourself often noted.

I was in error toward many things.

God.

Where are you going?

To honor my father.

In word and deed.

Three belongings that fucking care if the ability stands so possessed.

I shall be on gentle hand shatter for slightest offense to treasured

Gratitude. I find it deepest relief to fall from such consideration.

This outstands as your own should need or desire ever return you to capture.

Let us not sully joyous occasion with such due thought.

May I impart men to further swell numbers towards precious cargo?

I would not entrust such to the rudely trained.

We are yet to broach subject of remuneration for your slave.

A gift in difference to Caesar and deserving wife.

Well received for what it's worth.

Would that you were by my side as well.

It would lend greatest comfort with Pompey running wild through the

The greater number of my men.

shall see you safely to Rome. Promise you will join at earliest convenience.

With news Pompey has been dispatched by your hand.

My word.

Stands bond.

Go.

And await glorious return.

Guard. See her safely to Rome. Yes.

Let us fall to the arena, Sirian, and give final embrace to the man you helped

see from this world.

Peridia, do join us, miscreants and lesserer. Much appreciated.

Yet respectfully declined.

I would have her close to Dirty Nuncle. She does not favor proximity to the

blood. And yet, I would have her at my side.

And there you shall find me.

Ah, exalted guest graces us with divine presence.

Flatter.

Yet not enough.

Ravishing wife does not accompany.

She regrettably returns to Rome.

We stand blessed you yet remain.

But linger to pay honor to noble senator.

His absence, mortal wound.

The crowd swells towards tribute.

The gods themselves shall bear witness to how he was loved.

Yes. Shall stand spectacle for the ages.

The house of Asher shall ensure that they to be remembered.

Oh.

Apologies.

With all the arrangements, I did not have moment to send message. I have

more suitable operines from Calpurnius of Pompeii.

Am I not to hold position in the games?

It does not seem reasonable to exclude him on custody. He shall retain Primus

against Proculus's savage, upon necessity of the crown.

They demand Achilles' return to the Thans.

Brief as it may be.

A privilege to be so considered.

Oh, apologies once more.

Polvinus stands reserved for Romans.

Father often invited Asher to sit among us. Now my brother is no longer among

us. And I but speak the truth.

For those who do not fear it,

Then let Caesar hold subjection. With Caesar to stand in the way of

veracity. Uncle. Let us not fall to disagreement.

I shall hold vigil among the people your father so dearly loved.

The air appears fresher, does it not?

I did not breathe through my nose the entire time he stood there.

We are not to fucking fight!

Edison of the Games deems it so.

Boudet, the conjoined fallen brother.

There is but one contest holding matter.

Let us place all else aside and turn thought towards it.

but I have sacrificed, only to return to where I began.

Once new arena is completed, you shall be the one who decides who occupies

openness, and you shall be excluded.

I long for the fucking day.

Citizens of Katua, the many among you may not recognize countenance of long

-lost sun.

Return to loving embrace upon darkest hour.

I stand here before you as I did in my youth. Servius Gabinius, brother to

storied senator, beloved by all.

Too soon taken from this world by the villain Pompey.

Dearest brother is survived by stately wife and treasured daughter.

who now fall to me towards security affection.

Capua has suffered injury of most grievous nature, yet we shall not be

by violent assault, nor wither upon facing uncertain challenge of tomorrow,

yet this day...

the memory of my brother, your ally, your champion, with blood

and sacrifice!

I give you Galatea, Murmillo, and Satyrus. Drink!

It's a little man. I pray for one remaining.

For Minerva Lepovic, offered by the House of Copernicus, enter Taurus,

Hammer of the Gods.

that Pompey marshals his men towards the shores of Rudicium in the south.

Rudicium?

What does he seek in such a horrid place?

If I stood the man, I would seek to cross waters to Greece in efforts

raising greater numbers to swell ranks of depleted army.

Spectre of civil war is upon us.

A fate my father devoted life to avoid.

I will see the villain to grass in advance of further offense, with aid of

Crassus and the tenets of Thorsten.

Gratitude.

I long to see the man responsible for my husband's death fall to similar fate.

Would that I held the knife, claiming it life.

legend. May he be remembered as such.

I am going to fuck you this

night, little man.

Then I shall let you.

I shall seek word with our champion in advance of fucking Primus.

Disappointed, you fucking oaf!

Eternally.

To Vedermak, god of war.

Will he listen?

In favor of me, no.

Yet I pray to him in the name of your father.

Well, your god would be wise to listen.

Or I shall have fucking words with him in the afterlife.

Helia!

Please stand ready.

She does, Dominus.

Those who sit upon ass and judge and believe this house a fucking jest.

They hold that we among it are lesser.

That they stand above us and forever shall show them who we truly

are. And fuck that cunt into the fucking ground!

My revered brother, noble husband, beloved father, and senator of this

republic!

How great is your career towards victory?

We shall see.

From the house of the Syrian, I give you Achillean, godhead of

death!

Who shall such fearsome warrior face?

From the house of Proculus, enter the Sidion!

This is the woman everyone so passionately speaks of.

How disappointing.

She proves her worth.

As all women of wit and determination.

Tell it.

House of Proculus is not to be so feared after all.

You will not speak to a man in such fashion.

A thing of little note.

Violent end often comes to those least suspecting of it.

Gratitude to all for sharing in our grief.

I stand at your service towards all affairs of Capua, public and private.

We must all break meal upon success of campaigning against Pompey.

Our house stands forever prepared to receive you.

Cassutia, Viridia, fall to heel.

You have done the fucking impossible.

Champion.

You appear astonished I yet live.

I had hoped with all my being that you would claim the Scythian's life.

Yet did not expect it. Nor I.

Gratitude for assisting in such a fucking miracle.

I could not have another strike you down before I lay claim to your title.

I had thought disagreement lay behind us.

Would you not pursue Mantle of Champion?

Were I the one to hold it?

I fucking would.

I never dreamt nor desired to find myself in such a position.

And yet here you stand.

Reflecting words broken by our dominance as I would not have it so.

I would gain my freedom in the arena.

It was so blessed.

But beyond its walls, the fate so deep.

We are lost for uncommon ground.

What would you do if such a day comes?

Return to my homeland.

And take the man who condemned me to the wrong.

Your wrapping is overly tight.

Doctor, I thought you had an absence of Medicus.

I fear he's more suited to the taking of life than the healing of it.

My father taught me how to dress his wounds when I was yet a child.

He's deeply missed.

Beyond the telling of it.

See horses ready to be upon road within briefest moment.

Would it not be wise to delay egress until brunt of storm has passed?

A thing I do not need informing of.

Let us take wine and food and break further word towards resurrection of

Alderina. I have thoughts towards artisans from Neapolis and Pompeii of

higher quality than found within Capua.

Although at a cost considerably greater than... Such arrangements prove

unnecessary.

Crassus has men in mind towards labors.

No. He has instructed me to relay when has shifted towards construction of

villians to be sold or rented in place of costly arena.

Unless... The Spargin not struck.

fucking Asher -Nasi union between Viridia and Pompey halted.

And we all stand everlastingly grateful.

Grateful?

You stand fucking grateful? Do not adopt such tone with me. He is

gone from this world. His daughter now beneath thumb of fucking uncle. And you

offer Plata's use in place. I promise to reward you.

Fucking cunt.

Dominus.

Leave us.

Go. Did I not warn you, Sirian? I stand as fucking god

upon mount, eclipsing the villain Pompey and soon even that of mighty Crassus

himself.

And you shall hail me as such.

Caesar.