Veroe
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IC: The man once named Rhoarc of the northlands
He had no name. The Thycans had taken that too from him. When he was brought to the colliseum he had been given a new name: Antarsus-He should be flattered. Antarsus was the name in their legends of a great and powerful giant in the underworld that crushed the unworthy dead beneath his mighty feet. He liked the thought of being named after a giant that killed Thycans. It was after all pretty much the only purpose left in his life.
He could see why the foul man who owned him chose to name him that. He was easily a foot taller than the tallest Thycan, and he had the broad shoulders and muscles of a man who grew up in the unforgiving forests north of the Thycans Empire's frontier. And he was pale of skin with long wild hair. To them he was nothing short of a brutal giant fighting for them in the Imperial arena.
When a legion of Imperial soldiers marched north to add the northland to the empire for the glory of the Emperor the chieftains of his people banded together and Rhoarc had rushed to wage war against the invaders. Yet they fought tight together behind shields stabbing with sword and spear while the warriors with Rhoarc swung axes and swords with all their might as indiviuals. It was a rout. The legionnaire's despite being outweighed and outnumbered by Rhoarc and the other warriors of the north crushed the barbarians flinging themselves wildly against their shields.
In the end he lay in the snow of the battlefield bleeding from a spear wound to his side hoping for the honorable death of the defeated at least. The Thycans took that from him too. He awoke being carried into the pens of the great coliseum for a year of fighting for his life against all manner of beasts and gladiators, and now he was being sold like property again.
Here he was in a caged cart being transported through the streets of Imperial Thyce. He had listened and learned enough of the Thycan language to understand he was being bought by something called a Temple.
He could see it now as the cart crested up a hill. It was a large marble building not as big as the coliseum but far bigger than any building he'd ever seen before. As they got closer he was able to see more detail to it. Between the pillars holding it up were statues of nude men and women limbs tangled in confusing ways. Others were being tied down as other used canes and whips on them.
Being a slave from the gladiator pens he was no stranger to the way the evil Thycans can commit to other people. Yet even the coliseum didn't display such brutality so openly as this temple did. What sort of place were they taking him to?
The gates of the temple opened up and the cart carried him inside. The two Thycans driving the cart came around. Now was his chance. The gates weren't close yet and he could take out some vengeance on the two thycans opening the cage.
When the cage finally opened the man once named Rhoarc leapt out landing on both men. His huge fist slamming into the heads. He got up to race for the gate. There was a woman in loose robes standing before him. Where had she come from? He would've seen such a beautiful woman before.
He took a step to go around her, but her hand reached up and rested on the center of his chest below his flowing long beard. She spoke in his own language, and somehow the reasons for his actions, the anger, the fear, the outrage at how the people of Thyce treated him seemed so distant...so unimportant at the moment. He stood still and listened to this beautiful women in flowing robes speak to him getting lost in the words and tone of her voice.
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