Colosseum Spectacle Novels & Stories

The boundary of the colosseum was the spectating area. Another functionality Odin-Space provided was a spectating area, people could watch or record their own or other people's battles by joining the virtual battle room. Though the recording had certain rules associated, spectators could record the battle unless it wasn't fought in the private virtual room instead of the public. "Hello Again, Mister Damaged, I am sorry that our last encounter was cut short!" "No problem, sister," Creed glanced at her blurred face. "You probably had reasons, so I don't mind at all."

Naturally, Gerald was dragged along. Looking around, the place was a near-perfect replica of a real ancient colosseum, with a massive space in the middle and all. Noticing a darkened area north of the open space, Gerald had a feeling that the savage was currently hiding in there. Regardless, Gerald could estimate that the colosseum could easily accommodate up to five hundred people, and of the many decorated seats around the circular area, around three hundred of them were currently occupied. As the guard had previously mentioned, the audience consisted of rich young masters and ladies who had come over for some excitement. Drinking wine and shouting in their excitement, the hollering from t

The sun rays hit the pit of the grand collosseun, which Peter had previously called the Flavian Amphitheatre. However, Roxanne was struck with the realisation that apart from the pit of the collosseum, where the fight was to take place, the rows and columns where the audience and musicians sat where shielded from the sun with a thick canopy of brick roofs. Peter had said it was to shield the audience away from the scorching sun, seeing as the fight could sometimes take hours, and Roman sun rays were not as friendly as the ones of the spring, summer and even autumn sun in London, or back in her hometown in America.

he dashed off again, I dragged my horse followed suit. The Colosseum was more like a gladiator arena, I left my horse outside and went in. I took a seat amongst the stone chairs. There were lots of soldiers, some on red while the others on middle eastern dressing, I figured the middle easterns are probably the Persians. A fat soldier on turban stepped out from the crowd below, he looked at us all and then signalled the other soldiers, they went into one of the doors while the fat soldier kept smiling.

he nearly shouted, the word ‘spectacle’ echoing off the nearby trees and causing a few birds to flutter away in a huff. A low rumble of laughter rolled through the crowd. I nodded, the corner of my lip quirking up in a smirk. “Yes, like a spectacle. An event where evidence will be presented, and vouchers for character will speak. A grand gathering under the Moon so every truth may be illuminated by her light.”

We had lunch, I got pizza which lived up to my expectations by the way and Gelato in dark chocolate flavors. I got to know dark chocolate was called Cioccolato fondente. I really might start learning Italian. Such a beautiful language. Mister only had coffee and complained about my choices for lunch. ******** Eventually, we reached the Colosseum. I had read about the Colosseum before. In books, it was always described as this massive ancient amphitheater where the Romans held gladiator fights and public spectacles. I remembered pictures of the broken arches and the stone seats, and the numbers…how it could hold tens of thousands of people, how it was nearly two thousand years old.

Antonio took Henry to the Roman Colosseum, and because of his special status, they got the best seats. Turns out there was a gladiator vs. lion show happening that day, so Antonio and Henry had a front-row view of the epic battle. The whole Colosseum was packed with people. Antonio said to Henry, "Henry, hear those wild animal roars? That's the signature sound of the Roman Colosseum. Doesn't it just get your blood pumping?"

The witching hour for servants like me. The arena, a vast underground colosseum beneath the opulent Obsidian Palace Hotel and Casino, extends above me. During fight nights, this pit holds three thousand screaming spectators, all rich enough to afford the quarter-million-dollar entry f*e and twisted enough to enjoy watching werewolves tear each other apart for entertainment. Right now, it’s just me and the ghosts of tonight’s violence.

He said, and I nodded my head. We materialized in front of a large structure that looked hundreds of years old. It was dusk and the structure was lit with accent lighting from below. There were people bustling about and I was surprised to see how many of them stopped to admire Rowen. I mean literally just stopped walking to look at him. “This is the Colosseum, It’s the largest ancient amphitheater ever built. This is a very important landmark here in Rome.” Rowen said, ignoring the stares of the townspeople.

We would fight one-on-one with guild staff members acting as mediators. Meanwhile, on each side of the training arena, numerous adventurers watched the match. I felt like a gladiator in a colosseum, but I remained calm as I had experienced similar situations when playing a virtual game that brought together players from various servers and countries. Even then, the number of spectators couldn't be compared to the audience of my current match. I recalled that, at that time, a single colosseum, with a capacity of ninety thousand people, was filled with players from various countries.