Spartacus: House of Ashur

The House of Asher would carve its own path and fuck into upliving all who

stands in its way.

You have not earned position in this fucking house. They will never welcome a

woman as one of their own. She is not absent.

Gil. And when will you last upon the sands, old man?

Govinius. He hosts the game of the loony Apollonaries. I see a man possessed of

serpent -hunted wife.

Perhaps the House of Arpiter shall present surprising challenge.

You worry over him beyond reason.

Yet who worries over you?

Abed -Amak, god of war and conquest.

Then why work with him? Just a reminder what was lost.

Took the life of a brother, yet you let her live.

She drew blood. And any man who lays undesired hand upon her shall feel my

at fucking throat.

You risked life of valued acquisition by pressing grievance with fucking steel?

And what of the life of Criticus?

Was there not a thing of equal worth? No one would produce coin to see shit

walking upright upon the sands of the arena. We do not overflow with men of

skill that the passing of one should be met with indifference. Does voice sound

fucking indifferent?

The man stood but crudely for brick.

Atelia stands as fucking foundation.

Her interest to the games of the Ludia Polonaires will secure the ascent of

house that you're always moaning on about. You have straight given ears to

cause.

Prize was within grasp when you broke kneel. Until unfortunate turn of humors.

Your words have been known to carry such effect.

He pressed for honesty, you towering fuck.

And when presented with such, took offense and commanded me to fall from

sight. So, we remain beggars.

Knees upon ground, mouth open to pleasure any cock that rises to favor.

You need concern yourself with the duties I paid you for in coin, most

of which seeing Achille ready to face the brothers Ferox, not taking actions

absent authority.

I gauged the woman to be wild and untamed, yet you did not heed one. I

fucking dominos. I fucking doctore. Upon the sands, my word is law.

You would place yourself above me?

I place my experience in such matters beyond any man. Then why does Achille

draw breath if you find her such an affront to delicate sensibilities?

Because she proved herself worthy, at least to further consideration.

Ah.

You speak of worth and the proving of it.

I will set you upon tasks to mirror the same.

How more vaunted purpose moves my hand. Whatever fucking purpose I require

towards satisfaction of loyalty.

We stand us on it.

Lacking dominance for a fucking cock to reclaim lost glory from the days of

Gannicus and Crixus. True fucking champions. Far eclipsing the shit

Break words more wisely.

It's the unquestionable man who had parted from body in unfortunate manner

criticus. His pet Nubian claims life of a brother.

Absent consequence, a jest to all who greeted him as friend. A thing

uncontested.

Yet I bow to the will of Aldomerus, as all of us must.

For now.

The writers' words hold truth.

They can hold the world and still prove their little use.

Does the honor of a house not stand above all else?

It should.

then our fucking Dominus has tainted it by positioning woman towards the arena.

I am set to task beyond these

walls. In my absence, Galadus shall stand doctori until my return.

Gratitude.

It is a heavy honor.

The honor is mine to have old friend assume my place.

She'd have meant the perfect.

Zoom training.

Tarkov, Gerato, take position and fall. Freeze!

youthful fury pales against the master of fucking sword.

Inform me when such a master presents himself, and I will serve same meal that

fills fucking mouth. Darkman, had you faced an opponent of the slightest

wild attack would have seen you upon the ground of the arena with addled brain

spilled from fucking head.

Retake position.

and fall to proper form.

That's all right.

She

twice

has won yet burdened by chains.

Perhaps she is shackled by a thing of more crushing weight.

Expand upon thought.

I noticed a shadow within I, as a lingering specter. When did you find

so closer to observe this?

I had occasion to break words when you ventured upon... You summoned her into

the villa, absent my presence?

No, Dominus, I went to the Nubian cell, accompanied by God. You are forbidden in

the Ludus. It is unsafe for one so soft, even with presence.

Of escort. I am no mouth, nor shall cower on such.

Apologies, Dominus.

And did you divine the cause of this shadow you fucking noted?

No.

Yet, mood grew ever more somber when I fell upon scars marking the back of her

hand.

Whatever weight soul may be tethered to how she came by them.

Territory labors.

As we fall, Taro.

I'm to train with you?

I am to gauge firsthand your progress.

Dear Dona.

Is this the style of favor when you drew blood from Doctoring? That of Mumelo?

No, Dona.

Thorin torch.

Absent weight of fucking shield.

Kin to that of Thymcarus.

A style favored by Spartacus himself.

Sword.

How does divine if you send his equal in promise?

Am I to be punished if I draw blood?

Such a feat will be met with reward.

Offerings to offend I and all related senses.

Fault lies with felicians, cutthroats, preying upon ships bearing goods of more

earnest quality.

Well, it's well spoken.

An enduring bane, which must be handled with greatest urgency by those imbued

with the power to act. I can assure you my husband is maneuvering towards such

an end.

I shall pray to the gods the attempt is not mired in pompous rhetoric.

This often turns within the Senate.

An encumbrance, thankfully not suffered by your husband, who remains well

satisfied in the unrivaled monotony of tax collection.

Maratia!

Clouds form upon her, I think.

What unexpected joys do fall upon you?

Had I known... Why, you were venturing about. I would have gladly set aside

urgent concerns.

And joined you. A decision conjured upon the moment.

A thing too slight to mention.

Horatio, I must implore you to break words with Uvidus to open new grain

We were not so burdened by scarcity under watchful eye of previous Eda.

A man much deserving of honoured position.

My husband sits in esteemed counsel this very moment, attempting to bring relief

to the good citizens of Captain.

My husband was not informed of stated gathering.

Such meetings are confined to men of

Gratitude for clarifying such matters of import.

And I would be remiss if I did not inquire after the welfare of beloved

daughter.

Has she yet left villa?

Since her husband's untimely demise at the hands of Spartacus and his rebel

horde.

Viridia shows no inclination to end mourning.

I stand deeply concerned for her well -being.

Of course.

I but hope to see grief bound by that of new -sprung love.

As would we all.

My youngest son, Manilaus...

Has come of age and seeks wife of proper breeding.

Perhaps a name worthy of consideration.

Yet I crave more equitable pairing for deserving child.

The wife of noble Gabinius knows best in all.

Please convey thoughts of better days for your poor daughter.

It's a wonder, is it not, to behold a sow bedecked in silk and jewels.

You stand the Syrians, man,

do you not?

A thing well known. Yes, well known indeed.

Heratia, the Edel's wife, Modestel's wife of...

Who does it finally matter?

I trust you were not too grievously wounded by the loss of your man to the

brothers Ferox.

Scarcely thought upon. Yes, I suppose you must have grown accustomed with

failure, given the quality of your offering.

Apologies, but I'm pressed upon urgent business.

For your Dominus.

You mistake me.

I am a free man.

Oh, apologies.

For the era, it is the truth presenting challenge to the core.

May your day be blessed, as richly deserved.

Years have advanced, yet he is still of a problem. I have heard tales of his

sword impaling the most brutish of opponents in advance of winning freedom.

Well, would that his own work can be put to more intimate use?

You lower yourselves and towards one who favors cock to moister offerings.

Let us submit a meal in the hope of more elevated discourse.

to see god grant favor across our paths brother it is you wonder far

astray from your man proculus the fucking cunt parts with coin as readily

would arm or cock i wager in the pit through paid debt out to shrivel noble

absent reason or mercy the old fuck would see me to the mines if the ledger

not balanced i shall leave you to it then place from fucking mine brother

What moves you to fall from such lofty perch? You never cared for this fucking

place, nor those outlawed its walls.

Years have not dimmed a version, yet I am set to task upon vital errands in

service of my employer.

Well, the fucking Syrian.

Every answer is better. Fighters will aid in effort.

Gratitude, yet it is a private matter ventured upon discretion.

Your lips were ever sealed, and even now more so. You stand as doctora in ours,

blessed by craft and himself, while poor Fidus toils for scraps from fucking

Proculus. Bridal overreaching desire.

You see prospects break.

May the gods grant such discipline.

Come, let us share a drink and relive days past when we stood yet at

A dire warning to every shit who dared break unflattering words.

I would welcome such fond memories and petitioned kindness.

To help ease present burden.

You stand so defiled by misdeeds you beg absent honor.

Ram cock up the arse of honor.

I need coin.

And you stand well positioned to provide such.

Misfortune can forge iron in those who bear its heat.