PROLOGUE: MY NAME?
QUICK PROLOGUE FOR THE GLADIATOR THEMED FAN FICTION OF ADVENTURE TIME. A GOOD 3000 OR MORE WORDS TO SET THE STAGE FOR ARE GLADIATOR FINN, HIS NAME WONT BE KNOWN AND WILL GO BY THE NAME THE PEOPLE KNOW HIM ONLY AS "THE GLADIATOR" SO HERE WE GO
"What is your name?" Asked a rather large Orc sitting down in front of him attempting to get answers from this mysterious gladiator sitting in a dark secluded corner with only a small flickering candle shining light onto his helmet that the Orc recognized's as a Facies Galea with a Dark blue mane and its black color showing the scratches from various weapons and dents from hammers that came to close to killing him. A glass of wine, a piece of bread and a leather note book were in front of him. His right armored arm was on the table also dark blue but with green accent going along the arm, the Orc also seemed to know the armor as well, it was a Demolitor type. While the Orc had been looking this strange Gladiator. Time had seemed to stop for the Gladiator after the simple questions was asked.
'What is your name?' The Gladiator thought about this. Was he asking for the name the crowds have given him or the name his parents had given him. The thought of his parents consumed his mind. Images of a short lived childhood being taught to know all of his peoples history and the history of the land he currently lived in and beyond as well as language's art scriptures all a politician would need, but that was not the only teaching he had received. He may have been taught by a teacher's to know all of this. However he was also taught by the sword and pain. His father a man that was gifted in war and only war, no compassion, no love and above all no mercy and was the way his father had taught him by trail and error with no mercy even if he was his son. He had done this for six long years, he was five years old when his father decided it was time for him to become a warrior to protect all those who could not do so themselves. For six long years his father hit, stabbed and beaten these ideals into him, at the time he saw this as pointless and a waste of time, he was wrong and his skills were put to the test. He was eleven when barbarians had pillaged and razed his village to the ground. He was on patrol when it happened with his team of five. He had seen the village burn around him and his squad as he lead them towards the castle were his father would be with more warriors holding of these barbarians while the people are evacuated. When they had arrived at the castle he found out that day what those monster's were capable of. They had killed and eaten his father and slaughtered all the men and made there way into the tunnels were the citizens were, all of them were women and children. They took the children and had there way with the women before killing them. Finn and his team killed them all and rounded up what was left of the barbarians and burned them, from there he gathered all those fit enough to fight and went in the direction they came from. After two days of travel they found the barbarian camp sight, and Finn found his mother tied up with the children in the center of the camp. Finn and his meager force of thirty men all clad in armor (The armor they ware is imperial armor from skyrim and Finn wares the heroic armor for the imperials this is what he's wearing for this small section not the entire story). They had charged forward and cut all those in their way down. It was a trap and he led them into it. They had gotten to the hostages and the barbarians came from all sides, he order them to form a circle around the hostages to defend them. There line didn't hold after the first wave of barbarians had tested there defense they knew and the barbarians knew it as well. His men fell all around him, being torn apart by these bastards. He was the only one to stay standing he was the only one to face off against their leader and he was the only one to see his mother killed in front of him, she didn't even have time to say his name, here scream engraved into his mind, he tried to forget but it only came back in his nightmares of what failed to protect. They killed the hostages and sold him. He was worth his weight in gold and then some after he showed what he was cable of. He was put into the arena with a feeble sword and a wooden shield to kill every opponent pitted against him that day, it was a hundred and four of them some of them were one on one and others were three to four at a time. He was sold and trained even harder. That was six years ago, know he has a new name and has about two thousand kills to his name… no not his name his arena name.
"Hey your name?" Asked the Orc again. But before he could answer a guard came into the barracks and pointed at the man in question.
"Gladiator, your next" said the man carrying a Scutum Rubeus shield that was dark blue with all the metal bits a a forest green and a Spatha Exilis sword with the handle going from dark blue to forest green to dark blue again all the way up the handle till it it the hand guard. Them man stood up avoiding the light to concisely his face and put on his helmet his skirt layers going from dark blue to forest green to dark blue again and leather briefs and a belt going along his waist.
"My name, my name is Gladiator and we are either friend or foe so choose wisely Orc" said the man in a deep voice and walking towards the guard handing him his weapons. He was then lead towards the stairs that lead him into the arena into the waiting crowd. He looked over to the man he that he deeply wanted to kill, his owner a tall green person by the name of Magic man.
"Remember don't die and kill them all and look good doing it" said Magic man and left.
The gate opened and he jogged towards the center of the arena it was dark and torches lit up the arena but that didn't matter he jogged, when he arrived he stabbed his sword into the ground and laid his shield to the side and grabbed a handful of sand letting it fall between his fingers before dusting them off, and grabbing his weapons. The gates opened up again and came out a handful of Orcs and a giant from one gate and two chariots from another. The gate behind him had a handful of candy gladiator's came from this gate, and the last had three vampires come from it clad in standard gladiator gear. With that the looked up towards the kings box. A man that looked as if he was made of sand stood up and raised his hand's and spoke loudly.
"People of the Desert kingdom, I give you the twenty first annual gladiator games with a special appearance by 'THE GLADIATOR', LET THE GAMES BEGAN!" And with that the blood shed also began.
The Gladiator set his sights on the nearest enemies and that turned out to be the candy Gladiators. They charged at him with no formation or plan only to swarm him. The first to reach received a shield bash and his sword being jammed into its candy throat before being kicked into the candy gladiator and parrying the strike from one to his left and finishing off the one on the ground. Three left he thought as he parried another strike and blocking another with his shield before kicking the one in front of him making the candy gladiator lose its footing giving The Gladiator the opening he needed to slash him across the chest killing his opponent. One of the candy gladiators had a spear and was about to skewer him but was cut down by three arrows from a chariot. The last candy gladiator ran towards the gate attempting to escape his fate only to be picked up and crushed by the giant before being thrown at one of the chariots, but the chariot had dogged the body avoiding being toppled over. The handful of Orc's were currently fighting the three vampires but were quickly slaughtered, the vampires hands tearing apart throats and hearts and pulling of limbs were far superior to the Orc's making them unhappy that they were not challenged. The Gladiator had run over to pick up the spear of his fallen opponent before launching the spear into the chariot drivers chest killing him causing the chariot to crash into the giant stunning it for a moment but long enough for the Gladiator to run up behind it stabbing into the giants lateral malleolus on both legs causing it to fall to its knees before The Gladiator jumped on its back and slashing deep into the back of the giants nape before burying his sword in the back of the giants head pulling it out with a wet shulnk. The Gladiator turned around to witness the vampires finishing of the last chariot.
SEVEN MINUTES EARLIER
"Look there Princess Bubblegum barely three minutes in and your gladiator's are already dead" said the Desert king as his son laughed.
"Don't worry Bon Bon mine are still in, but really that doesn't matter I want to know who that Gladiator there is" asked Marceline the vampire queen.
"Ow him, they call him 'The Gladiator' he's been doing this for the past, I don't know four years I believe the Gladiator is built and strong he's killed more than two thousand other gladiators and has taken the heads of assassins, mercenaries and bounty hunters all trying to kill him before the matches would start or after the matches, wait I have a file you could read of him, give me a moment" and with that the desert king left to get his file.
"So Princess Bubblegum you still looking for a suitor" asked Desert Prince asked in an arrogant tone and a smirk on his face
"Yes I am still in search for a suitor that is a man not some snobby brat nose kid" responded Bubblegum as Marceline snickered and with that desert king came back with a single paper in hand.
"Here you go this is it" said the king handing the paper to Marceline. The file was short and simple.
Name: Unknown
Arena Name: The Gladiator
Sex: Male
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 230 pounds
Training: Unknown amount of time trained and extent estimation, All kingdoms elite training and then some
Weapon knowledge: can kill a Orc with a sword to being able to crush a vampires head with his bare hands, anything he gets a hold of becomes a weapon
Age: Unknown
Owner: Magic Man
Date of purchase: Unknown
Originally from: Magic Man has stated he bought him Off Barbarians from the east some were after demonstration of skill after killing a hundred and four opponents
Kill count: 2000 confirmed maybe more estimation in the low 3000
Birth date: Unknown
Notes: Very dangerous engage at own risk
As Marceline and Bubblegum read this over and saw three black skulls at the bottom of the page.
"Hey what's with these Black skulls at the bottom mean?" Asked Bubblegum.
"Those mean how dangerous he is most people have read skulls giants have the most red skulls and vampires have one, anything more than one black skull means certain death more skulls in black are usually put on higher level demons or gods, such as your dad Marceline he has about five or six and the Lich has four, that's understandable seeing as your dads is the devil and the Lich is a necromancer demon type, but Him he's mortal and many have seen him bleed.."
The King was cut off by the sounds of screams, everyone had looked at the arena to see two horrendously mutilated vampires in a pool of black blood and the last one missing its left arm and his right calf and foot desperately attempting to crawl away from the Gladiator. He was slowly walking towards his injured prey carrying the severed arm before kicking the vampire onto its side beating him to death with its own arm, tossing it aside after he had beaten in its skull. Walking back picking up his sword and shield, before walking over to the giant he killed and using its loin cloth to clean his swords blade. The crowd began to cheer.
"GLADIATOR, GLADIATOR, GLADIATOR" over and over he heard his name being chanted before bowing to the people in the kings box before walking towards the gate to Magic man waiting there for him.
"Wash up and pack up were done here and we are heading to the rock kingdom next" said Magic Man, the gladiator was about to respond but was cut off.
"Wait you there I have a proposition for you" spoke up a royal behind Magic Man. Finn dropped to one knee with his shield at his side and sword on the ground next to him as he stared at the ground, he had been whipped by his father when he did not do this in the presence of royalty.
"Hello there Princess Bubblegum and Queen Marceline, Aa hello there king thank you for allowing me to do business here" said Magic Man, the king only nodded and Bubblegum spoke up again.
"I have proposition for you" said Bubblegum again
"And what would that be Princess" asked Magic Man
"You come to the candy kingdom and have your Gladiator fight he will fight the champions of all the kingdoms of OOO and any major Arena, were my Father who enjoys these games will pay you to attend and pay you if your gladiator fights and if he wins, the event will be held in a weeks time, me and Marceline here have been traveling looking for gladiators of a high caliber to attend these games and yours fits the bill so what do you say"
"It would take me a week to get to your kingdom I couldn't possibly make it on time"
"Then you come with us are caravan leaves tomorrow along with another twenty gladiator's we have bought and some ferocious animals, do you accept?"
"Yes, but could my Gladiator stay with me at all times in full armor?" Asked Magic Man
"Yes, seeing as its settled meet us at the east gate of the wall from there we will depart, until tomorrow Magic Man" said Bubblegum before departing
"Until tomorrow Princess" said Magic Man, he waited until they were out of sight and hearing distance before turning to a now standing Gladiator.
"Wash up real good I will send someone to your private room to give you rich soaps and oils to get the stink of death and layers of grime on you, and wash all your rags and clean your armor and weapons, give the a shine, but until then stay in your armor, got that" said Magic Man and was responded with a nod, and left to his room.
LATER THAT NIGHT GLADIATOR'S PRIVATE ROOM
He was currently stripping of his armor and gently laying it all out on his bed along with his sword and shield. He had taken of his helmet and looked into a mirror. His long golden locks of hair all the way down his back stoping right above his ass. His beard healthy and thick. One may look at him and see a older gladiators face, but he was still just a young man at the tender age of seventeen. He picked up a knife and proceeded to gut his hair short enough that it wouldn't pore out of his helmet but still long enough to put it in a quick bun or ronin style pony tail. His beard was shaved down to only leave a rough beard, this way if he was seen people would see the man not the boy. He looked one more time into the mirror his baby blue eyes staring back at him. In only six years after losing all of his people and being the last of his kind he became feared by all who know his name, not his real name but his arena name. He then proceed to bathe making sure he was very clean and smelled of flowers and not death, after that he did as he was told by magic man clean and shining his armor and shield, sharping his sword and washing the rags that lined the inside of the armor and skirt. He then blowed out the candles and laid down in his bed staring at the ceiling before closing his eyes to sleep. Hearing the voice of his past whisper his name lulling him to sleep.
'Finn'
END PROLOGUE
Quick not Finns armor is all from the blood and glory 2 game his weapons as well, most if not all weapons I will use or mention in this story will be from that, just make the simple I mentioned to his armor, sword and shield and you have him. His name wont be known by Marceline and Bubblegum until near the end of the games, Magic man doesn't know he's human but has his face hidden to give him an aura of mysterious ness to him. Things get heated from here.