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Drinks drained, Donar and Finan began to retrace their steps through the encampment. Around them people milled around, socializing and organizing. The mood was light, hopeful even. Their numbers grew daily and so did their victories.

As they walk, Donar noted various destinations Finan might need in the coming day. Where to find food, weapons and the like. There was a chance Donar would be around to show him personally but Donar did have duties too and if Agron needed him, well, he was the general after all. So, giving Finan a rough lay of the land was right.

As they drew closer to what was now their shared tent, he indicated to some large rocks that rose up above the tents. "Just beyond those is the river, should you rise early." Or, as some do, preferred privacy.

Inside the tent looked the same as ever, limited belongings of Donar's on one side and the other mostly held a few possessions of the last occupant.

"Keep what you fancy, do what you will with the rest. That side and all that resides there is yours now." He motioned to it even as he turned to his own simple bed.

He was tired, it was true, but he was also keenly aware that he'd thrown a few hints to Finan that had not be acknowledged and he was making a point that in this tent the man had his own space and privacy such as they could be offered. Donar could be many things but pushy and forceful in that manner were not among them.

"Dream of blood and victories my friend, that we may taste the glory again soon enough."

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“Any man with sword skill report to Donar!” Someone shouted through the camp. Finan was one of the newcomers, he had freed himself a few days ago and had travelled to the large rebel camp to fight for his freedom, to fight for Spartacus.

“Who’s Donar?” Finan asked as he walked up to the space which had been made clear. “I dunna ‘ave a sword but I’ll fight ‘im to make sure I get one.” He smiled. He wore long trousers like his Celtic counterpart Gannicus, sported a beard and dark longer hair which he had tied into a ponytail.

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So, that was something

Hey all,

I've had a series of annoying events including leaving my laptop charger in California, the replacement refusing to work and now the original arrives with me I have a hand injury. It's my dominant hand (i'm to a degree ambidextrous but I favour different hands for different tasks, I've been discovering) several of my were fingers dislocated and strapped up and soft tissue injury in the hand from crushing. My disability stuff makes me a slow healer but it's been two weeks so far.

But now the power cord is here I have access and I've missing playing. I'm sharing the injury news so you can understand and have patience for any short replies etc in the meantime JJ

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Quick FYI

As some know I've been travelling for the last month and more, tomorrow I'm traveling home to the UK. 12+ hour flight, travel stress and just doing stuff whilst I'm disabled is draining so I may not be online or replying for a while.

Sending love to you all and welcome to the real new followers (not the bots, never the bots)

JJ

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Watching Finan revel in the joy of freedom and of being now a member of Spartacus's army was exhilarating. The man was gorgeous already and whilst the joy of freedom looked damn good on everyone, it looked especially so on him.

Chuckling, he shook his head "Appreciate the concern but we're stopped near a river right now. I've found a dip at daybreak chases away any hangover that might linger. You're welcome to join me, if needed. We don't always have free access to running water so I'm enjoying whilst we have it." The offer was sincerely innocent though after making it, he realised that other implications could be read if so desired.

"If you have a mind to eat, I can direct you that way but I'll head back to the tent, I think." He wouldn't be anymore than possibly a touch unsteady, he could navigate their camp easily in a far drunk state anytime.

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“Any man with sword skill report to Donar!” Someone shouted through the camp. Finan was one of the newcomers, he had freed himself a few days ago and had travelled to the large rebel camp to fight for his freedom, to fight for Spartacus.

“Who’s Donar?” Finan asked as he walked up to the space which had been made clear. “I dunna ‘ave a sword but I’ll fight ‘im to make sure I get one.” He smiled. He wore long trousers like his Celtic counterpart Gannicus, sported a beard and dark longer hair which he had tied into a ponytail.

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"Another drink!" Donar called out to the servers and a woman came over, filling their cups and smiling at them both. She vanished without a word, leaving them to the drink and talk.

Donar liked the company of women well enough and she was certainly pretty but he was glad that she hadn't stuck around. It was perhaps selfish of him but he was enjoying have Finan to himself for the moment before others in the camp could meet him and take his focus. "Well, to fighting, fucking and drinking then." He grinned widely as he toasted with his full cup. "To the man we all call Spartacus and the new bonds we forge in following him." Perhaps he had eaten little that day and been out of the sun too long but the drink had him in an excellent mood.

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“Any man with sword skill report to Donar!” Someone shouted through the camp. Finan was one of the newcomers, he had freed himself a few days ago and had travelled to the large rebel camp to fight for his freedom, to fight for Spartacus.

“Who’s Donar?” Finan asked as he walked up to the space which had been made clear. “I dunna ‘ave a sword but I’ll fight ‘im to make sure I get one.” He smiled. He wore long trousers like his Celtic counterpart Gannicus, sported a beard and dark longer hair which he had tied into a ponytail.

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Aesthetics

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Agron, I think the cure is worse than the disease.

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Aww, Donar.

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Donar drank his beer, listening to Finan's words, the pain he hinted at in his few words about his enslavement, well, Donar knew that pain well enough too. They'd already wasted enough words on their ordeals.

"All great men have armies, but it's their names that are known. Their names that are remembered by history. It's the way of such things." Draining his cup, Donar then looked to Finan with a small smile. "I'm not bitter, it's just true. We can win the day, we can kill as many Romans as we can but immortality is not for the average soldier. So we drink, we fuck, we kill and we drink some more"

"You do speak truth though, I've been here since the beginning. Enslaved to the same fucks as Spartacus was." He turned his arm to indicate to the forearm with the large B brand that he shared with their famous leader. Voice dipping quieter, smile turned a touch conspiratorial "You know, that's not even the man's real name."

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“Any man with sword skill report to Donar!” Someone shouted through the camp. Finan was one of the newcomers, he had freed himself a few days ago and had travelled to the large rebel camp to fight for his freedom, to fight for Spartacus.

“Who’s Donar?” Finan asked as he walked up to the space which had been made clear. “I dunna ‘ave a sword but I’ll fight ‘im to make sure I get one.” He smiled. He wore long trousers like his Celtic counterpart Gannicus, sported a beard and dark longer hair which he had tied into a ponytail.

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Donar wave a hand when Finan spoke of earning his own share, there was no question about that in Donar's mind. And he was sure this would be the first of many drinks shared, especially when they would soon have many victories to celebrate.

The rowing, Donar knew little of that life beside that it looked like hell. "I saw a ship such as that when they took me from the ship they brought my people in. We were all separated and I thought they planned to make us rowers too but Capua needed more 'heroes of the arena'. Did you hear that Spartacus and Agron burned the arena there to the ground? I only wish I saw that."

He sipped from his drink, regarding his new friend from over the brim. "You know, the years of rowing have given you quite the form." Donar's eyes moved over the shoulders, the powerful arms and chest. He allowed them to linger but nothing too suggestive. "A 'gift' you can return to Roman's by the strength of your sword blows."

"The fools, we were captured as warriors but now we are so much more and Spartacus? He is near legend. Inspiring strangers to free slaves, he will no doubt be humble when he hears tale but it makes my heart sing."

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“Any man with sword skill report to Donar!” Someone shouted through the camp. Finan was one of the newcomers, he had freed himself a few days ago and had travelled to the large rebel camp to fight for his freedom, to fight for Spartacus.

“Who’s Donar?” Finan asked as he walked up to the space which had been made clear. “I dunna ‘ave a sword but I’ll fight ‘im to make sure I get one.” He smiled. He wore long trousers like his Celtic counterpart Gannicus, sported a beard and dark longer hair which he had tied into a ponytail.

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"Oh he makes regular attempt but we are blessed with much in the way of food and drink of late." Donar responded with a grin, only very slightly leaning into the touch.

"This way, the wine and water is monitored of course though Gannicus has always been able to procure what he needs. Even as a slave, I'm told." Donar shook his head a little as they strode off.

It didn't take long at all before they had large mugs of ale since the last big raid had procured several barrels of the stuff. A newcomer usually wouldn't be getting immediately access to the best spoils before they've contributed a thing but Donar was generous with his own ration with Finan.

"I imagine it's been a while since you've tasted nectar such as this." Or any alcohol, Finan's size suggest that he should have tolerance even if he's not drunk for years. Presumably.

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“Any man with sword skill report to Donar!” Someone shouted through the camp. Finan was one of the newcomers, he had freed himself a few days ago and had travelled to the large rebel camp to fight for his freedom, to fight for Spartacus.

“Who’s Donar?” Finan asked as he walked up to the space which had been made clear. “I dunna ‘ave a sword but I’ll fight ‘im to make sure I get one.” He smiled. He wore long trousers like his Celtic counterpart Gannicus, sported a beard and dark longer hair which he had tied into a ponytail.

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"Hardly a stranger any longer." Donar pointed out, sharing in Finan's smile. With high chances of death, friendships and partnerships were often born quickly. Like how quickly Agron had gone from calling Nasir a 'wild little dog' to the awkward (in Donar's view) in battle flirting and now to the bond they so clearly had now. One bratty Syrian houseboy was enough to overturn so much.

As they walked for a time in companionable silence, their shoulders and biceps bumped and brushed against one another more than a few times. Too many times to truly be accidental but not enough that it was obviously intentional. Gannicus was not hard to find, he was making spectacle as he often was. This time, it seemed, recounting a bet that had led him to fighting another gladiator whilst blindfolded. Donar knew the tale by now and rolled his eyes at drunken embellishment that several newer rebels were swallowing as truth. Gannicus, ever the showman. Donar and Finan stood aside from the chaos, Gannicus would soon enough stop his performance in search of more drink, more sex or some other need. In the mean time, Donar nodded along with the summation Finan had made. "Only Spartacus," And Agron, naturally "Could have me fighting side by side with Gauls and calling them brother. Of course, as with all brothers we still can have one another by the throat at times. Ultimately, Spartacus has our loyalty. Many owe our lives and freedom to him.And we all share common enemy, many of us would have as much revenge upon them as we can take. It's what brought you here too, no doubt." "Many raids happen." He confirmed with a nod. "For supplies, as part of greater plan, simply to clear Roman cunts from land we need. Revenge as required. Spartacus isn't party to all things, he has many obligations. Often Agron and I will take men we choose, those we can trust to get the job done." Whomever worked best in the roles. As brute force, Donar could dispatch Romans quickly and was rather adept as breaking down doors and gates which invariably proved useful.

He turned more towards Finan and away from Gannicus. "You've already proven ability, I wasn't the only one impressed after your trial. I see no reason to suggest you. We've a few plans on the horizon, you could make a name for yourself here." It wasn't flattery when it was basic fact, Donar didn't gush flattery upon men like a woman after all. "And get Roman blood on those itching hands of yours, of course."

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“Any man with sword skill report to Donar!” Someone shouted through the camp. Finan was one of the newcomers, he had freed himself a few days ago and had travelled to the large rebel camp to fight for his freedom, to fight for Spartacus.

“Who’s Donar?” Finan asked as he walked up to the space which had been made clear. “I dunna ‘ave a sword but I’ll fight ‘im to make sure I get one.” He smiled. He wore long trousers like his Celtic counterpart Gannicus, sported a beard and dark longer hair which he had tied into a ponytail.

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Donar shrugged easily. It would hardly be a hardship to give Finan a camp tour or check in on some of the warriors with him. And certainly more fun that testing new arrivals. Donar has done days of that, it was high time Lugo and Nasir took some of the burden too. "I was here from the start of the rebellion, as I said, being able to survive this long means knowing most of those who have had the luck to survive this long too." Donar agreed somewhat modestly, many greater skilled warriors had fallen before him and one day his time would come too. He chose not to dwell on such facts but knowing it to be trust meant that unlike some warriors he hadn't a huge ego for it. He fought, he lived, he had skill but if those facts had Finan impressed, well he wasn't going to complain about that at all.

"I shared my tent with others, some have paired up. Agron became general and paired up, others have fallen." The most recent to have shared the tent had been a grumpy ex chieftan who had been taken down in their last battle with the Romans. "With our numbers swelling daily and so most who are not generals are expected to share. Being but a general's right hand man, I am not exception. I'd much rather share with someone I find as agreeable as you than some other so the offer stands."

Stowing the weapon he'd been fidgeting with and testing in his hands as they spoke, he nodded his head in the direction away from the East of the Rhine encampment to continue the tour toward the Celt enclave. "I know little of your home's people and politics but I will take your word for it." Finan's accent wasn't the easiest he'd heard but he liked it immensely, there was a lilting almost musical quality to the way he formed words.

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“Any man with sword skill report to Donar!” Someone shouted through the camp. Finan was one of the newcomers, he had freed himself a few days ago and had travelled to the large rebel camp to fight for his freedom, to fight for Spartacus.

“Who’s Donar?” Finan asked as he walked up to the space which had been made clear. “I dunna ‘ave a sword but I’ll fight ‘im to make sure I get one.” He smiled. He wore long trousers like his Celtic counterpart Gannicus, sported a beard and dark longer hair which he had tied into a ponytail.

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Donar smiled at Finan's reaction to the saying, raising his eyebrows playfully for a moment before dropping the subject. There was interest there on his side, Finan was an attractive man and able warrior after all. Donar would not push hard or too eagerly, however, as he might have in his youth. After being burned badly, it was natural to move slower after all.

He took the axe back, easily twirling it in his hands as he listened to the Celt speak.

"Gannicus likely can help, or perhaps Spartacus. Even a second rate blade will do for practice, if something more personalised is needed to be smithed." He didn't know for certain and so made no promises but the army was well equipped now so he saw no reason for such a skilled fighter to not be furnished with the proper tools.

"If you'd rather search out a spot to claim among our few Celts, that's understandable but that bunk has no occupant now and you seemed a better choice to share space with than any other new recruit." His grin remained in place, teasing and light. There would be no insult if Finan preferred to surround himself with kin and familiar tongue but it was not often that a new arrival made such an impression on him, so Donar has felt compelled to make offer.

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“Any man with sword skill report to Donar!” Someone shouted through the camp. Finan was one of the newcomers, he had freed himself a few days ago and had travelled to the large rebel camp to fight for his freedom, to fight for Spartacus.

“Who’s Donar?” Finan asked as he walked up to the space which had been made clear. “I dunna ‘ave a sword but I’ll fight ‘im to make sure I get one.” He smiled. He wore long trousers like his Celtic counterpart Gannicus, sported a beard and dark longer hair which he had tied into a ponytail.