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A Legendary Heroic Tale: They Say It Actually Happened in Nottingham in 1191
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Tree has no idea where this story is going, but here is his guess how the conversation on the gallows is going.
Joan Tree hovers about the three that are about to be hanged. She mockingly asks "Well, are you three ready to swing for us?"
Lady Barbara says to Robin Hood "I thought you had a way for us to get out of this!"
Robin Hood says "I am working on it!"
Lady Barbara looks down at his dangling cock and says "I hope your mind works better than that does..."
Joan Tree hovers about the three that are about to be hanged. She mockingly asks "Well, are you three ready to swing for us?"
Lady Barbara says to Robin Hood "I thought you had a way for us to get out of this!"
Robin Hood says "I am working on it!"
Lady Barbara looks down at his dangling cock and says "I hope your mind works better than that does..."
Episode 13
There was a collective groan from the assembled as the Vicar of St. Peter’s stepped forward to say a few solemn words on behalf of the condemned. The groan, of course, was in recognition of the fact that the man was wholly incapable of limiting himself to a few words.
Unperturbed, he launched into a sermon, the high annoyingly screechy tone of his voice offending the ears of even the most devout amongst the crowd.
Tree having a keen sense of opportunity, whenever or wherever it might occur, took advantage of the moment to refill his flask from the bottle he’d hidden behind one of the gallows support posts.
And after what seemed an interminable time the Sheriff passed a finger across his throat as a not so subtle signal to the Dungeon Master that it was time to shut the Vicar up, a command the Dungeon Master executed by simply taking the clergyman in hand and guiding him, still speaking, down off the scaffolding.
For that merciful act the Dungeon Master received a standing ovation from a growingly restless crowd.
“Come on, get on with it!” bawled one of Barbara’s brassy siblings over the heads of the multitude. “We haven’t got all day now, have we?”
Whereupon the Dungeon Master poked Tree, who appeared to have fallen asleep leaning against the gallows support post behind which he’d hidden his bottle.
The Master Executioner from Lincoln woke with a start and exclaimed, “whatzat?”
“Laughter and applause spread through the crowd.
“Get on with it, you dolt!” hissed the Sheriff out of the side of his mouth while looking, for decorum’s sake, straight ahead.”
And as the drums began to roll and the trumpets blared, Tree meanderd unsteadily over to the rear of where Maid Marion, Robin Hood, and Barbara of Cruxton stood, noosed and ready, supported by a long wooden bench beneath their feet. After steadying himself for a moment he put one foot on the back edge of the bench and gave it a shove.
And as Tree fell backwards on his ass, the bench scooted forward and toppled over, leaving the condemned swinging, legs scrabbling wildly in search of a purchase, nooses tightening around their necks, eyes wide-open in terror.
The crowd roared its approval, and immediately proceeded to call out encouragements, ridicule and insults to the three struggling nude figures.
“Look at Robin! He’s got a hard on!” screamed one of the Moore sisters, loudly enough from the raised vantage point they occupied to be clearly heard over the general din and prompting a wave of mirth stretching clear across the market square.
“No wonder our little sister cheated on her husband!” giggled one of her siblings. “Dance Barbara, dance!”
Shouts over the din by others in the crowd were often more crude and aimed at the lewd performance being put on by both Marion and Barbara as they twisted, kicked and swung about in mid air.
“How long will they struggle?” Asked the Dungeon Master as he helped Tree to his feet.
“If I’ve done my job properly for a good long time. And of course I have,” Tree responded without a trace of modesty.
Meanwhile, unnoticed by most amongst the crowd, and by those on the scaffolding, a number of onlookers were slowly edging their way nearer and nearer to the scaffolding. And anyone paying close attention might have noticed that those men were participating with less enthusiasm than most in the raucous throng’s ribald cheers and taunts.
TBC
There was a collective groan from the assembled as the Vicar of St. Peter’s stepped forward to say a few solemn words on behalf of the condemned. The groan, of course, was in recognition of the fact that the man was wholly incapable of limiting himself to a few words.
Unperturbed, he launched into a sermon, the high annoyingly screechy tone of his voice offending the ears of even the most devout amongst the crowd.
Tree having a keen sense of opportunity, whenever or wherever it might occur, took advantage of the moment to refill his flask from the bottle he’d hidden behind one of the gallows support posts.
And after what seemed an interminable time the Sheriff passed a finger across his throat as a not so subtle signal to the Dungeon Master that it was time to shut the Vicar up, a command the Dungeon Master executed by simply taking the clergyman in hand and guiding him, still speaking, down off the scaffolding.
For that merciful act the Dungeon Master received a standing ovation from a growingly restless crowd.
“Come on, get on with it!” bawled one of Barbara’s brassy siblings over the heads of the multitude. “We haven’t got all day now, have we?”
Whereupon the Dungeon Master poked Tree, who appeared to have fallen asleep leaning against the gallows support post behind which he’d hidden his bottle.
The Master Executioner from Lincoln woke with a start and exclaimed, “whatzat?”
“Laughter and applause spread through the crowd.
“Get on with it, you dolt!” hissed the Sheriff out of the side of his mouth while looking, for decorum’s sake, straight ahead.”
And as the drums began to roll and the trumpets blared, Tree meanderd unsteadily over to the rear of where Maid Marion, Robin Hood, and Barbara of Cruxton stood, noosed and ready, supported by a long wooden bench beneath their feet. After steadying himself for a moment he put one foot on the back edge of the bench and gave it a shove.
And as Tree fell backwards on his ass, the bench scooted forward and toppled over, leaving the condemned swinging, legs scrabbling wildly in search of a purchase, nooses tightening around their necks, eyes wide-open in terror.
The crowd roared its approval, and immediately proceeded to call out encouragements, ridicule and insults to the three struggling nude figures.
“Look at Robin! He’s got a hard on!” screamed one of the Moore sisters, loudly enough from the raised vantage point they occupied to be clearly heard over the general din and prompting a wave of mirth stretching clear across the market square.
“No wonder our little sister cheated on her husband!” giggled one of her siblings. “Dance Barbara, dance!”
Shouts over the din by others in the crowd were often more crude and aimed at the lewd performance being put on by both Marion and Barbara as they twisted, kicked and swung about in mid air.
“How long will they struggle?” Asked the Dungeon Master as he helped Tree to his feet.
“If I’ve done my job properly for a good long time. And of course I have,” Tree responded without a trace of modesty.
Meanwhile, unnoticed by most amongst the crowd, and by those on the scaffolding, a number of onlookers were slowly edging their way nearer and nearer to the scaffolding. And anyone paying close attention might have noticed that those men were participating with less enthusiasm than most in the raucous throng’s ribald cheers and taunts.
TBC
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Archbishop Wragg keeps his sermons more concise and to the point, that's true!
Not too slow, I assume! They dont have all day!
Tree told you he could hang them even a little inebriated. He is surprised by the crowd's reactions. Lady Barbara's sisters are part of the tough crowd.
But Tree has to admit, she does look good hanging by her neck!
That can be an issue with clergy...
Brevity is his one and only virtue.Archbishop Wragg keeps his sermons more concise and to the point, that's true!
Next time the Dungeon Master may take his instruction more literally!
And to the supine clothed one?
I thought they were supposed to be 'Merry' men?
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Nice scene... unmanageable with A.I. which lacks spirit and does not lack censorship.
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settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Episode 14
So far as Nottingham’s High Sheriff was concerned everything seemed to be going reasonably well … proceeding more or less as planned. And why not!
His arch enemy, Robin Hood, swinging about wildly at the end of a rope, his engorged and stiffened rod bouncing this way and that, would forever cease to be a thorn in the Sheriff’s side.
And Barbara of Cruxton, the Sheriff’s adulterous bride of less than a week’s time, sullied most recently and shamefully in the Sheriff’s own castle bed by Robin Hood, would soon be quite tidily gotten rid of. Although, as he eyed the shaking of her luscious breasts and tight little ass as she performed a fresh series of frantic gyrations, he couldn’t help but feel a slight twitch of remorse. He’d miss having the sexy little bitch around to bed whenever he was in the mood.
As for the so-called Maid Marion … was that her real name? … no whore of Robin’s was worth keeping around. Besides, her false information had cost him more than a dozen good men in that disastrous raid on Sherwood Forest. Her big tits, wildly swaying and bouncing about as she struggled at the end of her rope, were an obvious crowd pleaser. And in his opinion, a pleased and satisfied populace was always a good thing.
Also pleased was the Dungeon Master as he weaved his way back through the crowd after escorting the still-orating Vicar to the far side of the market place, where he’d delivered the good servant of God straight into the arms of one of the town’s ugliest whores and pressed three coins into her hand.
But as he struggled to press his way forward through the more closely packed portion of the crowd near the scaffolding he became alarmed. For the gallows structure appeared to be swaying from side-to-side, and the movement seemed to becoming more pronounced each time Marion, Robin and Barbara swung wildly around as they fought the noose.
And then it struck him … somehow … likely during the night … the timber uprights supporting the gallows’s heavy overhead horizontal bar had been tampered with … half sawn through as best he could tell … presumably during the night and presumably artfully covered over to avoid detection. And, as he tried in alarm to elbow his way forward, he began to realize that many of those standing nearest to the scaffolding did not appear to be ordinary townsfolk as they were throwing off their disguising garb to reveal themselves as men in green … Robin’s merry band!
And it was at that very moment, that the sharp crack of violently splintering wood filled the air, and before his very eyes the overhead gallows beam began to shudder and shake, and then come crashing down to the planking below, bringing Marion, Robin and Barbara down with it.
The three landed in a tangled heap of naked bodies, arms and legs, gasping and choking, as they clawed desperately at the nooses still drawn tightly around their necks.
Caught beneath the fallen beam were the drummers and trumpeters. The High Sheriff stood frozen in place, looking on in horrified disbelief. Tree was nowhere to be seen, having somehow discreetly vanished from the scene.
Robin’s band, moving swiftly, mounted the scaffolding in a rush, with some springing to the aid of Robin and the girls, others taking the High Sheriff into their custody, and the rest forming an armed circle ready to repel all attackers, as the Sheriff’s men, recovering from their surprise, began to prepare to mount an assault, and as a thoroughly panicked crowd fled in all directions.
But then, it was Little John who gave the Sheriff’s armed men pause. Advancing forward to the very edge of the scaffolding with the Sheriff in hand, a blade fixed at the man’s throat, John demanded that safe passage from the town be granted, or else.
Uncertain of what to do next, the Sheriff’s men froze in their tracks and turned to the Dungeon Master, who saw no option but to order them to stand down. And so he did.
TBC
So far as Nottingham’s High Sheriff was concerned everything seemed to be going reasonably well … proceeding more or less as planned. And why not!
His arch enemy, Robin Hood, swinging about wildly at the end of a rope, his engorged and stiffened rod bouncing this way and that, would forever cease to be a thorn in the Sheriff’s side.
And Barbara of Cruxton, the Sheriff’s adulterous bride of less than a week’s time, sullied most recently and shamefully in the Sheriff’s own castle bed by Robin Hood, would soon be quite tidily gotten rid of. Although, as he eyed the shaking of her luscious breasts and tight little ass as she performed a fresh series of frantic gyrations, he couldn’t help but feel a slight twitch of remorse. He’d miss having the sexy little bitch around to bed whenever he was in the mood.
As for the so-called Maid Marion … was that her real name? … no whore of Robin’s was worth keeping around. Besides, her false information had cost him more than a dozen good men in that disastrous raid on Sherwood Forest. Her big tits, wildly swaying and bouncing about as she struggled at the end of her rope, were an obvious crowd pleaser. And in his opinion, a pleased and satisfied populace was always a good thing.
Also pleased was the Dungeon Master as he weaved his way back through the crowd after escorting the still-orating Vicar to the far side of the market place, where he’d delivered the good servant of God straight into the arms of one of the town’s ugliest whores and pressed three coins into her hand.
But as he struggled to press his way forward through the more closely packed portion of the crowd near the scaffolding he became alarmed. For the gallows structure appeared to be swaying from side-to-side, and the movement seemed to becoming more pronounced each time Marion, Robin and Barbara swung wildly around as they fought the noose.
And then it struck him … somehow … likely during the night … the timber uprights supporting the gallows’s heavy overhead horizontal bar had been tampered with … half sawn through as best he could tell … presumably during the night and presumably artfully covered over to avoid detection. And, as he tried in alarm to elbow his way forward, he began to realize that many of those standing nearest to the scaffolding did not appear to be ordinary townsfolk as they were throwing off their disguising garb to reveal themselves as men in green … Robin’s merry band!
And it was at that very moment, that the sharp crack of violently splintering wood filled the air, and before his very eyes the overhead gallows beam began to shudder and shake, and then come crashing down to the planking below, bringing Marion, Robin and Barbara down with it.
The three landed in a tangled heap of naked bodies, arms and legs, gasping and choking, as they clawed desperately at the nooses still drawn tightly around their necks.
Caught beneath the fallen beam were the drummers and trumpeters. The High Sheriff stood frozen in place, looking on in horrified disbelief. Tree was nowhere to be seen, having somehow discreetly vanished from the scene.
Robin’s band, moving swiftly, mounted the scaffolding in a rush, with some springing to the aid of Robin and the girls, others taking the High Sheriff into their custody, and the rest forming an armed circle ready to repel all attackers, as the Sheriff’s men, recovering from their surprise, began to prepare to mount an assault, and as a thoroughly panicked crowd fled in all directions.
But then, it was Little John who gave the Sheriff’s armed men pause. Advancing forward to the very edge of the scaffolding with the Sheriff in hand, a blade fixed at the man’s throat, John demanded that safe passage from the town be granted, or else.
Uncertain of what to do next, the Sheriff’s men froze in their tracks and turned to the Dungeon Master, who saw no option but to order them to stand down. And so he did.
TBC
Wonderful pictures. One wonders how long Robin Hood's erection will last even being hanged between Marion's and Lady Barbara's naked bodies...
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Good trick to get a free ride!
Fortunately, the beam did not drop on Barb & co's heads! That would have been an embarassment!
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Always noted for his discretion....
Plenty of pubs in Nottingham. He wasn't a very good Sheriff anyway, and there's loads more where he came from. Ten-a-penny, Sheriffs
Tree claims he had nothing to do with the hanged trio's escapes. It was the women's jiggling boobs that broke the gallows!
Tree is pleased by their escape... perhaps he can hang them sometime in the future!!!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
And the men in green tights came to the rescue in the nick of time again. Great stuff as always Barb