Roman Colosseum Blueprints Novels & Stories

On rare occasions but with increasing frequency now, it all comes back to me in a whiff and a faint echo: the smell of sulfur that pervaded the air from the Forum Vulcani and the sound of the whole world speaking all at once, with different lengths of tongue. Tragically, instead of being born properly into the light of day, I was born feet first into a special structure called the Cavea. You probably know it better through its namesake, the Anfiteatro Flavio, also known as the Colosseo. The Cavea and the Colosseo both played host to the infamous blood games. I fell straight down its secret, shadowy complex of cells and tunnels. Outside, it was a majestic edifice of stone and marble but it wa

After exiting the teleportation room, the scenery of the luxurious corridor had changed to a dark corridor. At the end of the path he could see a large wooden door reinforced with metal bands, from under these an artificial light filtered. Zark, led by Keil, walked through the passage to the door. The door opened automatically the moment Keil was close enough. On the other side was a large arena, surrounding it were several layers of auditorium-type seating. This oval amphitheater had a length of one hundred and eighty-eight meters, a width of one hundred and fifty-six meters, and a height of forty-eight meters. This place could easily recall the great Roman Colosseum.

On the day of the battle, scheduled four days after Manuel's positive answer, a big crowd stood excited on the stages of the largest arena in the academy. It was a circular building on the left side of the river, with an empty space fifty meters wide encircled by hundreds of overhead seats. 'It resembles the Colosseum.' Lucinda thought, lazily standing at the center of the arena surrounded by the crowd of students. 'There are some inscriptions on the ground and even on the walls below the stages, it seems that I won't have to worry about breaking it.' She was waiting for her opponent to appear, turning a deaf ear to the screams of the crowd above her.

“If you were offloading in ’45 with the Med trying to murder you, you’d use smaller harbours. Kalamata fits. Nafplio fits. Crete… needs guts and audacity.” Silvia glanced at her watch, then at the door. “We have thirty minutes before this room becomes a pumpkin. You can request scans, but originals don’t leave.” “Copy these,” Sean said, sliding the blueprint to a measured stop. “Map, materials block, Koerner’s orders, Seeschlange reference.” Silvia nodded and moved with practiced economy—gloves, flatbed, calibration strip—before the scanner’s light bar crawled its slow comet across the paper. She saved to a secure drive, ticked boxes with a pencil that shaved wood as it wrote.

Alessia stepped toward the center of the chamber, where the floor inscriptions formed a circle. “First,” she said, “we let him show us what he’s building.” She lifted her foot and stepped directly onto the central sigil. The entire chamber lit up. Runes burst to life on the floor, walls, and ceiling—three overlapping circles of luminous, etched-in Arcana geometry patched with architectural corruption. Rian screamed, “NOPE! NOPE! THAT’S A GATE BLUEPRINT!” Kade sucked in a breath. “It’s incomplete. It’s still in projection mode. He hasn’t locked it yet.”

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.

His eyes met mine and he winked, handing the blueprints to me, watching as I carefully unwrapped them, wanting to see what this house consisted of “where the bloody hell did you find these?” “As beta, baby girl, I have access to such documents. These are the Estate’s blueprints, how they had it designed and when each room was made. There are around seventeen cells in this house, and in order to search all of them without getting caught, we would be in better luck growing four different heads” Ezio said, making me laugh. I looked at the blueprints, placing them in the center of the bed as I read through the papers, trying to understand the documents.

Everything almost felt normal. A billboard hovered overhead, suspended above the ground. A ring of bright advertisements circled it's outside as it played a cheerful theme, broadcasting vacations for TMC officers and their families. Rome was a peaceful place, but we still couldn't let our guard down. After all, over ninety-percent of Rome's income depended on the TMC and their factory. In the distance I could see the Colosseum, it's cylindrical exterior wall jutting high into the Roman skyline. The once-historic arena had been converted into a solar power generator for the shield dome overhead, it's massive circumference lined with shimmering solar panels.