Fantasy

Hippothoe – Part 3

Brisia was stunned. She sat staring into the arena with disbelief. "Hey, Brisia, she called your name." said Ingrid. "Why Brisia?" someone whispered. Brisia stood up and picked up her shield. "It doesn't matter." she replied. "I am a gladiatrix. I fight whenever I am called. It doesn't matter who the opponent is." The words… Continue reading Hippothoe – Part 3

Fantasy

Hippothoe – Part 2

The sun was setting when the women returned to the arena. Brisia had kitchen duty so she went to the kitchen to help prepare the evening meal. The cooks were also slaves. This made Brisia think about what Calliope had said. She realized that out of the seventy people who worked or lived at the… Continue reading Hippothoe – Part 2

Fantasy

Painted Gladiatrices & a Comic Book

As I write up part 2 of Hippothoe's story, I thought I'd post a few pictures of finished miniatures. These are all from Bonze Age Miniatures. The first group is from the fantasy barbarian range and the second group is from the historical gladiator range. The miniatures in the barbarian set are all open handed… Continue reading Painted Gladiatrices & a Comic Book

Fantasy

Hippothoe – Part 1

"She can't be serious?" asked Brisia as she stepped out of the river. Polydora handed her a towel and replied "She is serious, you can ask her yourself. She wants to fight five matches in a row come next game day." "What did Margo say?" asked Harmothoe brushing her hair. Polydora shrugged her shoulders. "She… Continue reading Hippothoe – Part 1

Fantasy

Shield Flinger

"She needs a weapon, a sword." commanded Lady Eustace, Captain of the Queen's Companions. A sword was thrust into Brisia's hand. The arena's mistress of arms offered Brisia a small buckler. As Brisia reached for it, Lady Eustace struck Brisia with a willow switch. "No, no, you have no need for a shield. Remember, shield… Continue reading Shield Flinger