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Also Marahadja, why did you cut the "Speratus" from our younger bro's name? And Roman names are gendered, so our mother would be "Icilia", not "Icilius". I'm not insisting on proper historical accuracy or anything like that, just a FYI.

By accident, fixed!
Ah, I see, coolcoolcool. Luckily for me this is only inspired by a roman empire, so I can make those kind of mistakes. Its not bugs, its features. 

As you make your way along the outskirts of Narsis you make a mental note to yourself. This is not a place where a  educated man shall be after nightfall, especially without a bodyguard. The sun is shining brightly and you can still see hookers, beggars and you have noticed thugs from at-least two gangs. This world is very different from the mansion where where you grew up.
For a moment your mind wanders away to the family estate, where servants were ready to accommodate your every need, where every meal was delicious and you had a personal room larger than most folks homes. It was a good life, but not perfect. You were never very close with your siblings, Decima was inside and isolated most of the time, being educated how to be a proper wife. But the few times you actually meet, you came along just fine. She even had you smuggle a few of your study books to her room now and then.
Primus never had much time for you nor your younger brother, when he wasn't busy being his fathers right hand he socialised with his noble friends, partying and visiting the local whore houses, habits he have to this day. And your younger brother, while much more willing to actually speak with you, is a very different man than you are. When you were in your room studying and experimenting with gun powder and ancient magic, he socialised with the guards, sparring with them all day long. He always had a way speaking with the common folk, and he never quite understood why you always had your noose stuck in an book. “It´s easier to stab someone with a sword” he used to taunt you with a friendly smile glued on his face. But he was always determined to excel as a soldier and an officer, and if the latest reports from the western fronts are correct, he´s doing well for himself.

Your mind returns to the present as you approach your new home. It's hard to not be disappointed.  The holdings seems to be surrounded by a approximately 2 meter high wooden palisade. There doesn't seem to be any obvious holes in it, although a few of the stakes have decayed and has started to rott away. The gate is in worse condition, missing entirely, that is. You enter the school where the gate should have been, and you wonder why your father didn´t have enough common sense to sell this sad school years ago. Every building is neglected, with holes in the roof, it looks like the walls could fall down at any given moment and when you take a look in you realise that almost all furniture has been sold or stolen.

On the bright side there doesn't seem to be any homeless people pestering your holdings and using it for shelter. Rumours travel fast in this part of the city, and you assume that they fled the area in case you brought any guards to clear your new holdings. As you walk around your new  holdings you instinctively move your right hand to your purse, it is heaver than ever. You father at-least had some parts of is mind left when he wrote his testament. The testament obliged Primus to give you a small part of his income to you, as a help to “Get things moving” with your school.  This particular part of the testament made your brother quite upset, which might be the reason why he more or less kicked you out of the family holdings after he gave you the money.

You take a seat on the stairs leading into your small “mansion” and sight deeply, it will take a lot of work to make this sad excuse of a gladiator school profitable. You consider your first moves.

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This will be a suggestion game situated in a  late medieval fantasy fictional world. You will have control over a Gladiator school. Will you lead it to glory or shall if fall into ashes? That is up to bay12.

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The Eldar Empire is at its prime. Even with their strange magic the barbaric tribes in the south and west are no match against our technologically superior armies equipped with both gunpowder and steel.  Easthall flourish and everyday new exotic items, slaves and creatures are imported from the frontlines.
Your father, Appius, recently passed away peacefully, and his holdings were divided among your brothers and you. Your sister Decima are already betrothed with Cato Livius, a rather powerful noble with much to say in the senate. Their marriage is due in the next few months. Your elder brother, Primus,  inherited most of your fathers holdings, his political office and the family mansion, your widowed mother lives here as well. Roumor has it that he is already planning his first grand feast inviting every youngster with any kind of influence whatsoever. Your younger brother, always the ambitious one, got a position i the army and is already making a name of himself at the western front. He promises that “Tertius" will be a named to be feared and honoured in every corner of the Eldar empire.

And you, stuck with your fathers failed pet project. His abandoned Gladiator-school. He commanded you to restore it “to its former glory”, even though you are quite sure it never had very much glory to begin with. That's what you get for years of lojal service to your family. You are determined to make the most of what you have. Successful Gladiator-schools are highly regarded in the empire, there are grand tournaments in the capitol several times a year, and if your school manage win a few of them you will have the chance to win fame, fortune and political power.
But you have a long road to walk.

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There is a lot to decide.
First and foremost you need a first name and a surname.

Your character is of noble birth,, you know how to ride, read, write  and have basic knowledge in most academic subjects. During your  education you showed showed much promise in two of the following areas:
Martial arts: The ability to use sword and hand cannons in combat. This gives you the ability to better assess the combat ability for humans and monsters as well.
Rhetoric: The ability to speak publicly
Gunpowder Knowledge: You have extensive knowledge about gunpowder, and have the ability create both cannons bombs.
Academic knowledge: You have studied a specific subject at the academy where you excel most scholars. Decide for yourself.
Negotiator: You are a great barter and have a knack for estimating the value of goods.
Arcane knowledge: You have studied the strange barbarian magic. And you might even know a trick or two.


Where is your gladiator school located?
1. In the centre of Narsis, your hometown and the second largest city in the empire. You will have shorter distances to trade, tournaments and the political intrigue of the city. But it will make it much more expansive to expand your school, and it will also cause trouble if you decide to commit some less that legal actions.
2. In the  poorer outskirts of Narsis, your hometown and the second largest city in the empire. Its cheaper to expand and its not to far to the centre of the town. But there will be a lot of shady people in your area, and other schools will have an easier time striking against you without the risk of facing legal repercussions.     
3. On the the countryside outside of Narsis, your hometown and the second largest city in the empire. You will have a lot of chances to expand and build a great school and mansion alike. But it takes quite a long time to travel to Narsis. Which might hamper your trade and it will require more planning when your joining a tournament.

After almost a week stuffed inside a small cabin, the grass below you feet feels wonderful as you walk towards one of many trucks which will drive you towards your new home. You and the fellow guards gets a separate truck from the POW, and you take some time studying them. They are younger than you expected, none of them are past 25. But other than that, they lock decent enough, well feed, each armed with a handgun and a baton.
You move your attention elsewhere, to the landscape around you. A shiver goes down along your spine as you imagine the horrors that has taken place on this beach. It took four land attempts before the Anglish people managed create a breach large enough to instigate a proper land invasion, and before that many brave men fell.

After half an hour or so the trucks suddenly stop. "This is your designated area. Good luck Comrade." The driver gives you a sloppy salute. He obviously wants to get going as fast as possible. There is no time to waste, and you quickly exit the truck to take a look at your new estate. You sent a few letters to friends at the MOIA, who managed to switch your designated area with a more...promising one.

The trucks stopped just in-front of two trenches, going all the way from the mountains at the south to the lake west from where. The area seems to be a good defensible position, as the terrain makes it harder (but far from impossible) to flank the trenches. Apart from regular artillerybombings, the area seems to have been spared from the heaviest fighting. The trenches are more or less intact, and you can spot a small bunker on the other side of the trenches, which seems to have suffered only minor damage. With a few repairs it should be as good as new. 

Finally, you take some time to read up on your prisoners. Around 1/3 seems to be capured soldiers. Strong, but with very low morale. 1/3 seems to be captured farmers, to poor to flee when we invaded. The last third is an odd bunch of craftsmen and unemployed men, who stayed behind for various reasons.

How will you plan the upcoming month?

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We? I thought this worked like everyone had their own overseer and province.

Sorry, it's a suggestion game.
Update within 12 ours guys.

Its IronyOwl.

How much would it cost to repair my ships?

Anyone who want to try out an versus campain any time soon? It didn't took long for me to grow tired on the AI. (Not bad, just very....meh. Very little strategy is needed to win a battle.)