Gladiator Slave. You have no possessions and are garbed in tattered rags. You haven't eaten anything resembling food in as long as you can remember, which admittedly is quite blurry. You share a portion with each other, and extend some for the other two. The nearest one sees the frail outstretched limb and scoffs. They are the new arrivals, they haven't starved as long as you two. They mutter to each other and turn with gleaming grins. They close in to take the food. Defend yourself!
A noble is out on a walk, adorned with the lavish yellow attire of House Constantine. The noble passes a gathering of peasant children and the bold teal banners of the auction house. The well-to-do tourist turns back when a ruckus is heard from a grate in the ground. The aristocrat brushes the excitable children aside to see what is happening... A bald man with a vacant expression on his drooling face, abruptly shouts "HURGURGLURGUR!" before the second thug lunges at him, pulling him into a headlock and causing the dolt to start to pass out. "Bulk sleepy..." A guard opens the door and three more slaves are pushed inside. Seeing the struggle, they all run over to help. Another slave is sent in. Rapid eyes and terrible teeth. She seem to recognize the smelly thug, and rushes in to defend him. There is the sounds of children cheering from the light. Something drops with a thud. A crude knife.
The children are chanting "Knife! Knife! Knife!" The noble among them.
"Get in there Grindak!" The new occupant quickly sides with the other long-time slaves, reinforcing from the rear. The filthy thug with ethereal blue eyes snatches up the crude knife at last. He slashes at the old man, but only cuts air. The man in black slams the twitchy gremlin-looking slave with a fist, knocking it out, then flicks his blond curls back in self-satisfaction. All the while pitter patter of feet as the running slave still runs about. "LOOK AT ME GO!"
A distant door slams, the sound of metal boots assaulting stone steps grows rapidly... "What is going on in there? It sounds like fighting! Those slaves are going up for auction today you idiot! If they are all bloody and bruised... Go get the chains, NOW!" Twitch---twitch---blinking, the small-toothy human wipes a nose bleed and joins formation...
The children hoot and holler in approval "Bulk! Bulk! Bulk!" "BULK CONSUME!" When Bulk comes in again the blond thug looks up to see a gaping idiot mouth close out all light. "My Neck! AHH!" The old man picks up the poo wood bucket again and slams it down on Moppy Head. He goes face first into the messy floor. Out cold. The hag backs away slowly from the advancing teenager, and crumples to the ground. She holds up two fingers in surrender... Shafts of light from the ceiling grate flicker with the sound of dispersing children as the crimson door creaks opened once more. The guards carry rows of chains and cuffs. "GET BACK! GET BACK! Patch that one up, looks like she might bleed out. YOU THERE---WAKE UP!" Once the deep red cuffs are snapped on each pair of wrists the chains are pulled, and the slaves are taken away...
Chapter 1 ---{PREPARE>(We're out of the tutorial ladies and gentlemen. It's time to find religion.)▼▼▼▼▼
Buckets of cold soapy water are splashed again and again on the faces and bodies of the slaves. A glowing orange sword is repeatedly placed flat on skin to seer any bleeding wounds shut.
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! Hurry, Hurry! Silence them, the guest are already here!"The dungeon floor is damp. The trail of feces and bronze clay running off one of the less malnourished slaves is in stark contrast to his underlying yellowgreen skin, blending in with the rest of the lineup of frail bodies. The hostility between him and the others is palpable---some lunge against their restraints and try to bite at him. Under crude brown helmets, grimacing yellowgreen mugs flash white teeth as the guards forcefully shuffle the slaves about, separating him and a couple others from the rest.
"Fight's over assholes."Descending footsteps put the guards to attention. The teal attire distinguishes the new occupant as a representative of the auctionhouse, coming to inspect the stock. The noble steps into the space between the guards, his yellowgreen mug joining formation.
"Put these ones out first, the stragglers I'm not sure we can even give away."The selected slaves are taken away, while the rest can only wait--nude, cold, and in chains.
The representative returns,
"Some girl is asking about these ones. Get them ready."...
"Daddy, daddy, I want these ones!"
"T-these?"
"Yes! I saw them, they can fight! I promise, it won't be like last time. It won't be like, Teddy..."
"Okay...Happy Birthday darling!"▲▲▲▲▲
Gladiator Manager
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Gladiator Manager, Take Charge!1.1) House TokensYou have 1 Fortune and 1 Fate token. Choose 2 more:
Fortune: Cold--hard--cash. Represents wealth and is usually the most flexible. Bribery may offend some though.
Favor: These can be quite potent when used long before they are needed, such as to target specific NPC characters mentioned in the narrative, or seek out certain professions or positions on your own and assist them with their problems. They will remember you.
Fate: With this token luck is on your side. There is a certain karma to things though, this token can be fickle too.
Fame: The prestige of your house is a currency all its' own. Those that respect you will be eager to please---just to be associated with you.
(Both cannot be the same.)
Family ScrutinyYou've been given many servants to help you with this task. However, this "pet project" doesn't garner much confidence from the family to hold your interest for long, thus many of your servants are only on loan. In addition, choose to borrow either a
chef, or a
wood sculpture.
1.2) Feeding GladiatorsIt is free to gather slop to feed Gladiators with, but this leaves them hungry and weak. It is a good idea to hire a professional cook dedicated just for them, or to create some kind of food trade deal, though it may be easier(though not cheaper, in the long run) to just stock up for this season. Your family has offered to lend you a chef that will prepare a regiment of specialized meals. Going to bed with
full bellies on a lean fighting diet will give a significant improvement to their capabilities. You can either borrow this chef until the end of the next fight, or take a Fortune token instead.
1.3) Arming GladiatorsYour gladiators can train in bare-handed combat as Fighters. Weapons are easier to buy or craft in bulk, but diversity is usually better in the arena. You lack connections with weapons dealers, and many wont want to be associated with an 11 year old child. You won't have much support from the family to represent you until you start winning some fights. Thanks to the wood sculptor, it is free to arm them with a
wood gladius. This basic sword is a Gladiator's first training weapon in most cases. The audience frequently tosses in this type of weapon, so some training with it may quickly come into play. You can either accept the wood sculptor, who will be available long enough to carve each of your Gladiators their own wood gladius for free, or take a Favor token instead.
Of course, you can only choose 1, though you could reject both. This will likely be the last you receive any additional resources or help from the family for you hobby. If you have any competency then the earnings from victories should be sufficient to sustain it, asking for more help will be seen as proof of your ineptitude. From here on out you are on your own.
Use tokens to take action.
Tokens
1 Fortune
1 Fate
Servants
1 assistant
1 physician*
4 guards
4 guards*
*On loan from the family until the end of the next fight.
A servant comes forward to collect some information.
Slaves, submit to registration and ascend to Gladiators!1.4) What is your Race?A. Human: The most common humanoid. They make-up the majority population of Rome and many other empires.
B. Dwarf: A stout humanoid. They were formerly persecuted by Rome for their worship of Armok, the religion is now embraced by many Romans in the land of bloodsports. Being too plump for crosses, those to be put to death often fought as Gladiators, where they earned respect and some, their freedom. Dwarves now make up a modest portion of Roman citizens. Frequently seen in roles of merchants and shop owners. -5 Agility, +5 Resilience.
C. Elf: A thin humanoid with pointy nose and ears. Often found in prominent positions in Roman society, such as philosophers, Houses nobles, and members of the Senate. They oversaw the transition away from chopped wood to grown wood as a building material. They only make up a small population of Rome, and mostly gained power and influence by being biologically immortal. They have learned to embrace and even help expand man vs beast bloodsports, though insisted on more even fights than in the past. -5 Resilience, +5 Agility.
D. Unknown: Same stats as human, for now. Can change later when clarified to something fitting your description.
E. Custom Request: No inhuman body parts like tusks, tails, horns, claws, etc.
Would you like to share anything else?(Such as age, eye color, or hair color? Some personal history?)
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