It is the height of the Roman Empire, this is the time when the world shudders under the blows of the Legion and the audience's bellows shake the depths of the Earth from within the stands of the great Colosseum. The winds whip as the blacked nimbus crack to allow slivers of light to caress the faces of those that stand amongst the blood-soaked sands. The Gods watch with pity, the Editor smiles as the coins collect, the Lanista cheers for his gladiator and the gladiators pray for victory. "Those who are about to die, salute you", are the last words of one. The sand jumps from the roars of the spectators, so does the blood. The gladiators steady their nerves; tighten their grip on their armament and let out a roar as they charge their opponent. Here, at this time, is where you find your story has just begun. You assume the roll of a gladiator in training, the path of your life has led you here, and whether you are an ex-soldier fighting to relive the past, a slave fighting for your freedom, a wealthy merchant fighting to gain fame and glory or a woman sold into slavery fighting for your life, the beginning of your destiny... is now.