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>Lanius Macellarius: The Butcher of the Colosseum
In the waning days of the Roman Republic, amid the blood-soaked sands of the Colosseum and the roars of Rome's hungry masses, a legend was born—not of man or god, but of beast. His name would come to be feared in whispered tones: Lanius Macellarius, the Butcher Pig of Rome.
>The Slaughterhouse Incident
It began in the filthy back alleys of the Subura, where pigs met their end with little ceremony. Lanius was bred for meat, a monstrous specimen even at birth—massive, tusked, with uncanny intelligence behind porcine eyes. But one fateful morning, as a weary butcher raised his cleaver, the beast struck. With terrifying speed and unnatural strength, Lanius rammed the man into a stone wall, gored him with a broken meat hook, and tore his way through the slaughterhouse like Mars himself possessed.
The Roman cohort arrived too late. Lanius stood amid torn bodies and shattered tools, blood soaking into the cobbles. The Praetorians moved to kill the creature, but a strange thing happened: he knelt—calm, almost contemplative, as if daring Rome to do better.
>A Beast in Chains
When news reached Gaius Julius Caesar, ever the showman and lover of spectacle, he laughed. “Let us see if the gods favor pigs,” he said. Rather than order Lanius’ execution, Caesar sent the creature to Ludus Magnus, the elite gladiator school, as a joke—a beast among men.
What was meant as folly became prophecy.
Lanius endured harsh training from Lanista Cassianus, a former Thracian champion. He did not speak, but learned. He mimicked. He watched. They gave him chains for armor, cleavers for fists, and a shield forged from butcher’s iron. By Saturn, he wielded them.
>Lanius Macellarius: The Butcher of the Colosseum
In the waning days of the Roman Republic, amid the blood-soaked sands of the Colosseum and the roars of Rome's hungry masses, a legend was born—not of man or god, but of beast. His name would come to be feared in whispered tones: Lanius Macellarius, the Butcher Pig of Rome.
>The Slaughterhouse Incident
It began in the filthy back alleys of the Subura, where pigs met their end with little ceremony. Lanius was bred for meat, a monstrous specimen even at birth—massive, tusked, with uncanny intelligence behind porcine eyes. But one fateful morning, as a weary butcher raised his cleaver, the beast struck. With terrifying speed and unnatural strength, Lanius rammed the man into a stone wall, gored him with a broken meat hook, and tore his way through the slaughterhouse like Mars himself possessed.
The Roman cohort arrived too late. Lanius stood amid torn bodies and shattered tools, blood soaking into the cobbles. The Praetorians moved to kill the creature, but a strange thing happened: he knelt—calm, almost contemplative, as if daring Rome to do better.
>A Beast in Chains
When news reached Gaius Julius Caesar, ever the showman and lover of spectacle, he laughed. “Let us see if the gods favor pigs,” he said. Rather than order Lanius’ execution, Caesar sent the creature to Ludus Magnus, the elite gladiator school, as a joke—a beast among men.
What was meant as folly became prophecy.
Lanius endured harsh training from Lanista Cassianus, a former Thracian champion. He did not speak, but learned. He mimicked. He watched. They gave him chains for armor, cleavers for fists, and a shield forged from butcher’s iron. By Saturn, he wielded them.
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