Post by scorpion on Feb 7, 2012 20:42:46 GMT -6
The boat was unloaded. Once free men from Cyprus, Where he aligned himself to set his plans in motion, were chained together in a single file line, by collars around there neck. Single shackles around there wrist with a chain that to both ankles, left side to left side right to right. Paraded in a sort to stir up the sounds of coins to the one with the heaviest purse.
But Mathyus he was on the larger side standing 6'4 weighing in at 230 solid pounds. The young Akkadian Warrior was bound by the wrist shackles, his feet the only ones allowed free since the shackles didnt fit. but had the neck shackle around his throat, chained to control rods by to legionary one on his left the other on his right. Mathyus hated the feeling but it was needed. As his hazel hues stared to the depths of the onlookers souls, a stone hardened face as he pretended to not understand the Legionaries.
Mathyus was at the back of the pack, Children in front of him, fueling his anger that children were just as in this as he was many moons ago.
Since he was ignoring the enslaves he didnt realize the line had stopped moving, and felt the reigning pull of the control rods that where attached to his neck, giving an "Ack!" Anger momentarily hazing his plan as he flexed his neck and thrust ed against the control rod to the right of his neck making the rod push the Legionnaire of the right to be pushed, and since the ground was unlevel making the man fall, which in returned mad him bolster in laughter, as well as the kids and some of the older men in the line. But as well as some potential buyers.
In return a unexpected crack and then stinging pain against his bare muscular back, a wound looking as a knife wound in the area of his upper left shoulder. Halting and quieting everyone Mathyus however winced at the pain, absorbing it and storing it as anger as he was being yelled at to comply or be giving worse by the man in black robes on a brown steed wrapping the whip as he looked down to Mathyus. Mathyus gazing back with the sharp stare as the man unnerved trotted of with a laugh as he began to bluster and bluster about the new arrival of slaves. One by one they where showed off and sold. Closer and Closer Mathyus came to the area where he was to be shown off like a dog.
The man that whipped him spoke as if he knew Mathus's history. spewing lies to get the highest bidder
"Ah, The end all be all of today's line up. We seen the slightest display of his strength and his durability. He would be one of the finest fits to the gladiator arena and of the house...with the most coin of course. This brute was picked up in Cyprus along with the others but he is not one of them, he is from farther lands of no doubt Warrior breed. But we had no troubles with taming him!... Who will own this Mystery?!
As the man spoke, his face stayed hardened and he stayed quite, Hoping whoever bought him was in someway tied to Spartacus. Part two of his plan slowly unfolded
But Mathyus he was on the larger side standing 6'4 weighing in at 230 solid pounds. The young Akkadian Warrior was bound by the wrist shackles, his feet the only ones allowed free since the shackles didnt fit. but had the neck shackle around his throat, chained to control rods by to legionary one on his left the other on his right. Mathyus hated the feeling but it was needed. As his hazel hues stared to the depths of the onlookers souls, a stone hardened face as he pretended to not understand the Legionaries.
Mathyus was at the back of the pack, Children in front of him, fueling his anger that children were just as in this as he was many moons ago.
Since he was ignoring the enslaves he didnt realize the line had stopped moving, and felt the reigning pull of the control rods that where attached to his neck, giving an "Ack!" Anger momentarily hazing his plan as he flexed his neck and thrust ed against the control rod to the right of his neck making the rod push the Legionnaire of the right to be pushed, and since the ground was unlevel making the man fall, which in returned mad him bolster in laughter, as well as the kids and some of the older men in the line. But as well as some potential buyers.
In return a unexpected crack and then stinging pain against his bare muscular back, a wound looking as a knife wound in the area of his upper left shoulder. Halting and quieting everyone Mathyus however winced at the pain, absorbing it and storing it as anger as he was being yelled at to comply or be giving worse by the man in black robes on a brown steed wrapping the whip as he looked down to Mathyus. Mathyus gazing back with the sharp stare as the man unnerved trotted of with a laugh as he began to bluster and bluster about the new arrival of slaves. One by one they where showed off and sold. Closer and Closer Mathyus came to the area where he was to be shown off like a dog.
The man that whipped him spoke as if he knew Mathus's history. spewing lies to get the highest bidder
"Ah, The end all be all of today's line up. We seen the slightest display of his strength and his durability. He would be one of the finest fits to the gladiator arena and of the house...with the most coin of course. This brute was picked up in Cyprus along with the others but he is not one of them, he is from farther lands of no doubt Warrior breed. But we had no troubles with taming him!... Who will own this Mystery?!
As the man spoke, his face stayed hardened and he stayed quite, Hoping whoever bought him was in someway tied to Spartacus. Part two of his plan slowly unfolded