Category: History

The bloodied gladiator that staggered from the dagger embedded in his thigh was not going to live long in the memory of the House of Nepos. One of the fifteen…

Marcus Paulus was not used to be summoned. A man of his importance did not expect such things. Yet when Caius Metellus called for him, Paulus did not dare ignore…

The sun was continuing it’s slow but steady ascent as Nimr reached the doors to Lady Crispina’s house. He pummeled the huge wooden doors with all his might, until young…

Nepos was not himself. Etruscilla knew this immediately. The stillness of the night surrounded them, as did the cloying humidity, and Nepos’ handsome, unclothed body was cuddled up against hers,…

Nimr returned to the holding area with the other gladiators from his new ludus cheering his name. Well, most of them were. Kaeso was sullen and silent- Munatius merely inclined…

Nimr felt pain. More pain than he had felt in years. Blood trickled from several wounds and bruises were developing all over his body. Yet he remained standing, utterly determined…

“Welcome good people of Rome!” Vibius Maccius Metellus stood on the balcony, proclaiming today’s games open. Behind him sat his older brother, Senator Caius Maccius Metellus, along with Marcus Octavious…

Nimr had always appreciated the treatment he received at the House of Nepos, but he had never truly realised what life for a slave- even for a gladiator- was like…

Petillia Crispina had clothed herself in only the finest of her garments, a blue one-piece ensemble that exposed a generous amount of leg, but stopped at the knee, and woven…

Titus Norbanus Nepos was not a man to be crossed, literally or figuratively, as he marched down the streets toward his home. The sun was beating down upon him but…