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[Insanegame27]

First and foremost, this is my first true RTD. It is a Suggestion Game, maybe if this is successful I may make a non RTD version of it.


You wake up, shaking with fear. The horror that had been about to devour you dissipates into the air as you go from dreamland to wide-awake in three seconds.
It's not like it's anything new. The same thing happened to you every time your master tells you that 'you're going into the arena'. Although he has never sent you to the arena, it remained a constant in your life, the pinnacle of punishment or glory. All your life you had been fiercely competitive with your fellow slaves, refusing to back down.
But you've really pissed off the master this time and he has made good on his threat.

As the nightmare which woke you dissipates you recall who you are, what you did to become a slave, what you did to the master and what weapon(s) do we prefer to fight with?

The game will be run on a 2d8 system, where every action will be effected by the result of each die.


Entry-level weapons for the local arena are the axe (1-or-2 handed), spear (1-or-2 handed), sword (short, medium, long, 2-handed), dagger (thin, long, broad).
Entry-level equipment for the local arena is a shield (buckler, round, kite or tower), javelin, net.
Entry-level armor for the local arena is a boiled leather jerkin, a simple helmet, a set of old greaves, a set of old pauldrons.


All entry-level gear for Arena 1 will be old, rusted, not very good, but they all will work better than your hands will.


You may choose 1 weapon, 2 pieces of equipment and 2 pieces of armor. If you desire, you may forgo one item of equipment for a second weapon. Shields will provide a bonus for defensive rolls, armor will lessen the damage if you do get hurt and weapons do as you could guess they do (they hurt other people... or yourself if you fail spectacularly)


Later, if you survive and regain your masters favor, when you will be sent to a regional arena and eventually, every glory-gladiator's dream: The Colosseum of the Emperor.
After every battle your master will share 10% of your winnings with you and you will be able to buy better gear and eventually, your freedom, if that is what you come to desire...

NAME:
SEX:
SLAVERY REASON:
PUNISHMENT REASON:
GEAR:
    -Weapon(s)
    -Equipment
    -Armor

Spoiler: Characters (click to show/hide)

NAME: Chuva Soel
SEX: Male
SLAVERY REASON: Parents were captured prisoners of war, Chuva ended up serving the rest of their sentence.
PUNISHMENT REASON: Other slaves convinced master that Chuva was sleeping with the master's concubine, when it really wasn't the case. 
GEAR:
    -Weapon(s): One-handed spear, short sword
    -Equipment: buckler shield
    -Armor: Old greaves, helmet

[NRDL]

You should really put [SUGGESTION GAME] in the title, else you'll get swarmed by people thinking this is a multiplayer game, and be disappointed when they find out it isn't.

NAME: Chuva Soel
SEX: Male
SLAVERY REASON: Parents were captured prisoners of war, Chuva ended up serving the rest of their sentence.
PUNISHMENT REASON: Other slaves convinced master that Chuva was sleeping with the master's concubine, when it really wasn't the case. 
GEAR:
    -Weapon(s): One-handed spear, short sword
    -Equipment: buckler shield
    -Armor: Old greaves, helmet

[Insanegame27]

You should really put [SUGGESTION GAME] in the title, else you'll get swarmed by people thinking this is a multiplayer game, and be disappointed when they find out it isn't.

NAME: Chuva Soel
SEX: Male
SLAVERY REASON: Parents were captured prisoners of war, Chuva ended up serving the rest of their sentence.
PUNISHMENT REASON: Other slaves convinced master that Chuva was sleeping with the master's concubine, when it really wasn't the case. 
GEAR:
    -Weapon(s): One-handed spear
    -Equipment: shield
    -Armor: Old greaves

Thank you. You're missing 1 piece of equipment and 1 piece of armor.

[NRDL]

Edited mah post, for equipment, can one get something alongside the shield, or were you just asking for a more specific shield type?

Added helmet to armour. 

[Insanegame27]

You can get 2 pieces of equipment, or 2 weapons and 1 equipment. You get 2 pieces of armor.
Also shield type would be lovely for roll reasons.

[NRDL]

Thanks, updated sheet.

[Insanegame27]

Anyone want to +1, -1 or submit a different sheet? I will be starting the game when I wake up, as I am going to sleep now.

[Aigre Excalibur]

Why not make this an RPG/pseudo-RPG and have a whole stable of characters.

[Insanegame27]

Why not make this an RPG/pseudo-RPG and have a whole stable of characters.

What I'll do is have it so that when one gladiator dies, the next char sheet in line takes over.


Typing up the thingy now

[Insanegame27]

Your legs ache, your wrists and neck chafe and your heart is thumping wildly in your chest. You never wanted to be sent to this place, you were always content with serving your master. However, being the Master's pet had its disadvantages, namely the other, less well-off slaves hating you. Which found you in your present situation, nearly being dragged along behind Master's cart by the chains connecting your hands as well as your slave-collar. In the middle of the night the other slaves had crept into Master's favourite concubine's rooms, held her down so one of them could have their way with her. In the morning there was a massive commotion about it, and none of the other slaves seemed to recall you being in your bed at midnight and slinking in about three hours before the rooster crows.

You are lost in your thoughts when the cart comes to a stop, "Come on, Chuva. I don't know what got into you last night, but whatever it is, it's getting out fast." He unhooks your fetters from the cart and drags you to the registration room, registers you and leaves for a seat in the crowd.

One of the organisers comes around to you, "Chuva?" he asks. You reply by nodding your head, "Equipment is over there," he says, pointing to a ramshackle room adjoining the slave lobby, "You're in the second event, a Battle Royale, which means that eventually only one person will be left standing. You may form an alliance with your fellow competitors, however do not expect them to keep their word or for the alliance to last long." He walks off.

You head to the window of the room and peer at the poorly-lit room. You see a variety of weapons there, none of them new, some (you doubted) would fall apart at the slightest impact. About the only semi-decent bit of gear there is a set of old legionnaire-style greaves and a rusty legionnaire helmet, held together by strips in some places. You point them out to the attendant, who hands them over. You think about a shield and pick out a wooden buckler that doesn't seem too rotted.

You are about to walk away when the attendant calls to you, "What about a weapon?" and you mentally slap yourself. Of course you needed a weapon. There seems to be a rack of short-swords of dubious quality and a few short spears lying around on a table. You point these out and the attendant hands them out, "Nice save, eh?" he says cheerfully, not really expecting a response. You go and sit down, awaiting the time of your trial-by-combat.

The room fills in short order. A rather good-looking female slave sits next to you, "First time?" she asks.

[Aigre Excalibur]

Now's not the time to be flirting with females.

Talk to the men. Offer them bedtime favours if they will help you in the coming brawl.

[Insanegame27]

(3, 6)
You manage to ignore the pretty woman for now, however she constantly gnaws on your attention. She had a nice figure and looked like she knew how to swing the sword by her waist. She was a regular here, no doubt, and as you try and ignore her you sneak a peek at her, seeing the '3' written on her hand. She was in the event after yours, so you would not be fighting each other... yet.

(7, 2)
You approach the largest group of men who had '2' written on their hands and clear your throat. They all look at you, all paying attention. You launch into a speech about camaraderie and brotherhood and some other nonsense, honestly, you were just doing improv. By the end of it, you blush and return to your seat, hearing a couple of the men say something about 'idiot' or muffled laughter. You think you just made yourself a target.

"Well that went well," the woman said as you plonked your arse back down.


Event 1 will start next action, and event 2 - your event - will start the turn after in a separate area of the arena.

[Insanegame27]

*cough cough*

[Aigre Excalibur]

Try the woman then. Flattery will get you everywhere. Compliment her, be nice, etc.

Also, be a good listener. Let her tell you about herself and listen to her perspective of life here. Then try to make a friend if possible.

Since we might quite literally die tomorrow, try to get under the woman's toga while we're at it, life, death, danger are all aphrodisiacs.

[Insanegame27]

(5, 5)
"You look like you've fought here before," you say, "you must be good."
She looks at you somewhat amused, "Heh, you don't look half-bad yourself."

Event 1 is called in!

(6, 4)
As the combatants of event 1 make their way to the sands you keep talking to the woman. You listen intently to everything she says. You feel like you learned something


(2, 7)
So... Want to have some fun before I possibly die?" you suggest. No sooner had the words left your mouth then a powerful slap connects to your cheek, knocking you off the seat and sprawled on the ground. You find yourself with a boot on your chest, "Live and we'll see," she says, giving you a wink.