Roman Colosseum Blueprints Novels & Stories

“Don’t be shy, my good man; show us what I’m assuming are the plans from Michael. That would be the only explanation for the Omega you ordered to come fetch me urgently.” Hector considered him for a few beats, and then with no visible cue, he began to unscrew the cap off the tube, setting it aside and pulling out a piece of paper. Rolled up, it was white, but as Hector spread the plans out over his desk, the part over which the drawings were done was a vivid blue colour. I had never thought that ‘blueprints’ were actually blue, and so for the next few seconds this realisation blocked out every other one until I realised with a sinking feeling that I did not understand anything I was looking

"And bring up the structural schematics for the High Spires Central Coliseum." Minutes later, Agnes stood before a massive, floating holographic tactical table in the center of the citadel’s command hub. The blue light cast sharp, angular shadows across her pale face, reflecting off the uncut silver moonstone of her fate-ring. Floating before her was a detailed three-dimensional rendering of the Central Coliseum—a soaring, seventy-thousand-seat athletic cathedral located in the heart of Archon Malakor’s corporate territory.

I’d sit at the dining table, surrounded by interview notes and pie recipes (which were, I insisted, vital historical documents), trying to stitch our voices into a chorus. Lanc showed up one rainy Tuesday, tracking mud and holding a cardboard tube. “Blueprints,” he announced, unrolling them with a flourish over my carefully sorted pages. “For the record. So people know what we were actually building, not the glass coffin he wanted to put it in.” I smoothed a corner of the blueprint, my fingers tracing the lines of a family home, the thoughtful placement of a window to catch the afternoon light. “It’s beautiful, Lanc.” He grunted, embarrassed. “It’s a house. But… yeah. It is.” He looked at th

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.”

He turned around and left the betting area, heading toward the colosseum! Looking at that scene had Rudy feeling a little numb. The entry tokens were still in Fane's hands, so Rudy did not know what was happening at all. Fane let out a smile as he pointed at that colosseum and said, "You see that massive crowd? Beneath the spectator stands is the Colosseum just like the one in Thousand Leaves City. "The colosseum is surrounded by spectator stands. It was designed in a circular fashion from the bottom to the top. The stage is not meant for battles between people, but battles between humans and beasts, that's why it's called a colosseum!"

I squealed as the golf cart started moving. "This is the Colosseum. It is the largest amphitheatre of ancient Rome. It was commissioned by the emperor Vespasian in the 70-72AD" I stared at the Colosseum and it was truly amazing. We stepped out of the cart to look around as the tour guide showed us inside. I took out my phone, and took a picture of Ethan and I standing by it. I snapped the Colosseum. After some minutes of taking pictures and looking around we entered the golf cart again. "Next, we see the Piazza Venezia or you can call it the Venice square. It was built by the veteran cardinal, Pietro Barbo alongside the church of saint mark." Once again we stepped out of the cart and took pi

He stopped before an old framed blueprint hanging on the wall. Foundation House. Except... The blueprint showed far more than the building. Hidden beneath it... Several underground levels had been carefully drawn. Laboratories. Observation wings. Dormitories. And one enormous circular chamber deep beneath everything else. At its center was a single word. GENESIS --- Julian stared at the blueprint. "There's another level." Victor nodded. "The real one." Ethan studied the diagram. "These floors aren't on any architectural records." "They were never supposed to be."

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.

“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.

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.