Desimo Otari's page

The slaves soon arrived at the base of the arena as their gears are all laid out before them. As the slaves began to equip themselves, Desimo walks in and looks at them with a cold stare.

The crowd can be heard stamping their feet, cheering. Desimo gives the gladiators a talk of encouragement before they go out for their first fight.

Some of you are thinking you won't fight, some that you can't. They all say that until they are out there. Thrust this into another man's flesh

Desimo demonstrating with a sword

and they will applaud and love you for that. You may begin to love them for that.

He slams the blade into the table.

Ultimately, we're all dead men, sadly we cannot choose how, BUT we can decide how we meet that end in order that we are remembered as men.

Today we have the patrons, Lord Luther Mendes our very own Lord who owns the Nightingale Blades! We also have the proud Lord Thakso Taliso who have sponsored and set up your death.

A flash of anger was betrayed on Desimo's face.

Cut them down...humiliate them..and survive this. Bring honor to our Lord Luther Mendes and shame Lord Thakso Taliso...and I promise you if you survive this fight you will be greatly rewarded...

A caged wagon containing a new group of slaves came rolling into the compound as Desimo alighted. His face black as hell.

Curses House Taliso!!! They are sponsoring for the opening event and they are out to kill us!! Put the slaves in the cages except that fair one. Onimais take him for lunch and brief for tomorrow fight.

A fair looking slave walked together with Ezer as they joined the group awaiting for their lunch.

Onimais! So tell me can they be trained?

Desimo asked with arms crossed across his chest.

I am Desimo. I shall be closer to you for the next few days, which will be the last of your miserable lives, than the b+@&! of a mother that brought you screaming into this world. I did not pay good money for you for your company, I paid it so that I could profit from your death and as your mother was there at your beginning, so I shall be there at your end. And when you die, and die you shall, your transition shall be to the sound of...

Desimo applauded.

..Gladiators, I salute you.

Now to put actions behind those wonderful promises you swore to me during our trip here. Let's see if you are good to hold a sword or good to eat one.

A talkative bunch we have here aye?

Desimo chuckles.

Garris and Breunnor your skills seem valuable...maybe if you survive your first few fights i might consider your offer then...

Owyn you are a fighter aye? And a volunteer into slavery..interesting...and lizard spawn as much as Quilius deserve to die he is a pretty important a&%+%*$ in my business.

Come on, how long does it take to get into my own house?!!

Desimo shouts out loudly to the driver of the caravan.

Desimo nods at the various slave's answers and rubs his chin.

Quilius I am not going to pay 10,000 gold for them.

Desimo mistrustingly looks at the slaver master and grabs the slaver's crotch. The slaver looks startled, and in pain.

Not a chance the slaver replies. He grunts as Desimo squeeze tighter

Let me guess...you got your sources that House Scorpio is coming today from a relatively unknown informant by the name Zainis Bulit?

The look in Quilius face gave him away.

Silly fool, we planted him so that the greedy merchants like yourself would let loose their best merchandise to poor Arena Masters like us..what makes you think the great House Scorpio would peddle from a third rate merchant?

Desimo released his grip on Quilius crotch with one final squeeze.

5,000 gold for the whole lot of them including that wagon of 14 Garundi slaves.

There was a brewing anger on Quilis face and before he replied, Desimo walked up and whispered something into his ears.

There was an immediate change in Quilius face from the brewing red to a ghastly white upon hearing the whispered words.

Just pay me the gold and get the hell out of here.

Desimo bows and smiles before ordering the guards to release the slaves and load them up on his own wagon.

The guards released all 8 of the slaves and pushed them into another caged wagon as they started their journey to their new home.

Desimo turns to Treiden, Garrison and Owyn and touched their biceps, chest and butt cheeks noting their tension and strength.

Desimo nods in approval before asking.

So tell me what do you do before this?

Desimo chuckled.

Fame and fortune will seek you in the arena if you kill as well as you claim. Nevertheless a catfolk in this part of the world is a rarity.

Use that and survive the arena...maybe someday you will get your revenge...if not you may seek it in the afterlife..

Ahh a dwarf!! And a funny one at that too...a joker is always good for entertaining the crowd

Tell me short slave, what do you do before you end up in this s~@@hole?

Shut it dickless prick! How much do you ask for them?

The slaver master rubs his chin as he considers and replied with glee.

10, 000 gold for all 8 of them.

10, 000 gold for only 8 slaves??? You might as well rob me and burn down the Ludus you blood sucker fiend.

Desimo replied with an incredulous look. He turned around towards Jobasha, Owyn, Xem and spoke

You three there you meant what you just said? You will fight and kill if I give you the chance?

Ahh feisty one we have today aye?

A man wearing clothing favored by Katapesh nobles walked onto the platform as he looks at the slaves that are tied to the stakes.