Spartacus: House of Ashur

"Spartacus: The House of Ashur."

"Dominus."

- ! - Spartacus!

There is movement on the road.

Ashur!

A man he must accept his destiny...

Or be destroyed by it.

"The villain Ashur, slave, gladiator and traitor,

"was found with his deserved destiny

at the hands of Spartacus and his rebels..."

"Condemned to suffer in the underworld,

a second chance in life

is offered to you by the specter of Lucretia,

the wife of his former master."

Ashur. Ashur.

Your life was taken on Vesuvius.

Taken by someone against whom You committed serious injustices.

Now you kneel... together with your domina and her son,

among the dead in the underworld.

What kind of man were you

when the heart beat in your chest?

A Syrian,

hated by everyone?

A slave of my husband, Batiatus.

A gladiator...

for a brief moment on the sand floor...

turned into a reliable conspirator...

valued for your skills of cunning and deception.

And when the house of Batiatus fell before the mad Thracian,

Spartacus, and his rebels...

You betrayed your brothers...

you helped the Roman masters...

with the intention of submitting to the rebellious slaves...

And yet, you had already fallen long before Spartacus...

was torn from the world of alive by Roman spears.

But the Fates They weave many threads.

Your premature death was not

more than a fork of what could have been.

Do you wish to witness What could have been?

A new reality

decoupled from history...

in which you did not perish on Vesuvius.

In which you allied yourself with the mighty Crassus,

the richest man of the entire republic...

and his war dog,

Gaius Julius Caesar.

A path that you threw the fatal spear

who claimed the life of Spartacus...

and in the act, you saved Crassus...

who rewarded you with your sponsorship

and everything that ever It belonged to my noble husband.

Accept the path for

the one that the gods They have sent you.

Do you want to know where

would that fate have led you?

Wake up.

The gods gave you this power.

and accept life that could have been.

They're not done with you yet.

Wake up.

Dominus?

Do you feel bad?

It was nothing more than a nightmare

because of the abundant food before sleeping.

What was it that Morpheus revealed about its costs?

It was...

...something

...that eludes to the waking mind.

Something unimportant.

Bring food...

and wine.

I will receive the morning sun.

and the fortunes it brings us.

Ha!

!High!

Second position.

Start.

Watch where you step, damn woman.

Take care of your tongue, stupid idiot

- -! - Logos!

Tarco!

- -! - Kill him!

Use your mind.

Now, move.

- -! - Yeah! - That's enough.

Doctor!

Train men.

I want to talk to you.

Come back.

You act like a child

with the legs... full of feces.

I act like my father would...

...in his youth.

I should never have gone to bed with your mother.

What... is under your feet?

Sacred land... watered with tears of blood.

No,

fucking stupid

What is under your feet It is the opportunity.

of money

and the respect that such a reward presents.

And...

glory in the arena.

You are the first stone

and the foundations for elevation of the house of Ashur.

To advance they must train without joy or bursts of laughter.

They must engage the body to be molded to shape...

of the gods.

To honor the man...

who defeated the powerful Spartacus in person.

Any problem with that idea?

Apologies, Dominus.

Speak... without fear of reprisals.

Rumors spread.

Speak... and they will be made clear.

That you...

he threw the gun at bringer of rain...

while turning his back on him.

Maybe you think your Dominus...

not be a worthy opponent.

Bring my gladius.

Dacus!

No.

Instead of wood it will be steel.

Dominus lost his mind.

No.

will correct to those inferior to him.

Well?

Begin.

The size advantage is nothing when found skillfully

and a mind of great purpose.

Shift weight to leg right, signaling his intention.

Ugh!

Take a deep breath before to attack.

Another sign of his intention.

It gives way to feelings...

and falls on the ground of the sand.

Presenting the ass to be fornicated.

That...

...it was Falerno.

And I was considerate the worst among the brotherhood.

By the most infuriating doctor

what served to my Dominus, Batiatus.

But even the lowest gladiator

is a colossus

in comparison to a common man.

Record these words on her breasts...

or their hearts will be ripped out.

Bury him where he lies,

to water his grave with urine every morning.

The delivery of grain is delayed.

The Cilicians attacked the transport ship.

I indicated to Messia that will ration what we have left

while other arrangements They are insured.

And shipments from Rome? Was any received?

No, Dominus.

Take care of tasks of the day, Hilara.

And inform the fucking delicate artist

let him finish his work tonight

or the hammer will be in his master's hand.

Ashur!

We have to talk.

Have you lost your damn mind? He was a man of great courage...

that showed promise towards the sand.

You're not going to talk to me that tone, damn goat.

Serene your tongue and appease your I exalt to a more peaceful tone.

Apologies. but the words They are true.

We will feel a lot the death of that man.

Just like the lesson imparted on the remaining livestock.

There are less permanent forms to motivate them.

And why haven't you conjured

those powers mystics of persuasion?

My doctor opens his mouth and the feces overflow.

I am not one of your damn slaves

and I will not be treated as such.

I am a free man,

an honor earned by my victories in the arena.

No man is free if he find yourself in need of money.

and you are well paid for your services,

but if you think that a man of your advanced age

can get a better put in another ludus,

then we have to separate.

I don't like you.

The feeling is mutual.

But we are united by necessity.

May our destinies be erected

as one and forge a path

towards relationships less stormy.

Your will, my hands.

Our hands.

Get ready, we'll go to the games.

Do we win a position for introduce men?

No.

But the words come to the core of the intention.

!Yeah!

A fucking war hammer?

Thracians should use the spear of hoplomachus...

- or the myrmilon sword. - Look at the people.

They don't give a damn the tradition.

A good demonstration