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Prince Shevak And The Dark Princess

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Oh, thanks Admi

You had to post that here, didn't you :( :eek:

WRAGG the CHRONICLER knows when he's Beaten!

(Being the Final Part of the Chronicles of the Silver River.)

Barb jumped off her cross.

Shevak married her after she got her decree nisi from Hengentre

Blaire and Roxie had a lovely wedding.

Sciuridan saw the error of his ways and became a thoroughly decent chap.

The Dark Princess is earning a fortune reading palms at Ystragarth Fair.

Paul and Eulalia set up Hogwarts school, and she changed her name to 'J.K. Rowling'

And they all lived happily ever after

THE END
 
Wragg134 said:
Oh, thanks Admi

You had to post that here, didn't you :( :eek:

WRAGG the CHRONICLER knows when he's Beaten!


THE END
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"Yeah right that's the end," Said Sciuridan screwing the parchment into a ball and bouncing it off the head of his chief spying squirrel, "Now scurry back to Crux Forums and see if he has posted the real next episode of this villainous plot!" :mad:
 
Wragg134 said:
Oh, thanks Admi

You had to post that here, didn't you :( :eek:

WRAGG the CHRONICLER knows when he's Beaten!

(Being the Final Part of the Chronicles of the Silver River.)

Barb jumped off her cross.

Shevak married her after she got her decree nisi from Hengentre

Blaire and Roxie had a lovely wedding.

Sciuridan saw the error of his ways and became a thoroughly decent chap.

The Dark Princess is earning a fortune reading palms at Ystragarth Fair.

Paul and Eulalia set up Hogwarts school, and she changed her name to 'J.K. Rowling'

And they all lived happily ever after

THE END
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Oh, and Mistral and Philo had a foal that went on to win the Grand National, beating a black filly called 'Dark Princess' by a short head, which all went to prove that where Paul thought he'd found an ancient prophecy in the monastery, actually it was the Abbot's copy of the Racing Times :doh:
 
Well, maybe we'd better not take such short cuts to the finishing line, though there was one nugget of truth there - Eulalia writes better than JK Rowling does!

I'm grateful to Connie for her help with this next part - thanks Connie, hope you enjoyed your birthday!

:beer:
 
Through her mists of pain and loneliness, Barbaria became aware of a commotion. Sciuridan was no longer drooling over her but glaring away to Barbaria’s right. Barbaria could hear the clash of swords, and then she saw a lone figure, sword drawn but carrying a man’s head by his hair, striding towards Sciuridan.

She tried to focus, through the haze of her pain. Who was this?

“GET HER DOWN! NOW!”

Barbaria almost smiled as she recognised Erin, the feared Elfen Warrior of Alfheim.

The four Royal Guardsmen barred her way forward, but she shook the sentry’s head at them. They drew their swords. There was a flurry of movement, the sound of clashing steel, three more heads rolled towards Sciuridan, the fourth guardsman’s hand was still gripping his sword, but sadly his forearm was no longer attached to his body, and he howled piteously.

Barbaria nearly forgot her pain. But soon Erin was encircled by several dozen wary reinforcements.

Sciuridan was enraged. “Who the fuck are you?”

“My name is Erin of Alfheim, and I am loyal to Queen Barbaria. I demand that you release her from her cross immediately!”

“I am Sciuridan, King of Heidraen, and I demand your respect! Kneel, and address me as ‘Your Majesty!’”

“I kneel before no man, least of all the Rodent of Heidraen!”

With a roar, he drew his sword and leaped towards her. There was a single clang! and his sword clattered, uselessly at the foot of Barbaria’s cross.

Erin had the point of her own sword at his throat.

“Now!” said Erin, “Order your men to get her down, and give us free passage away from here, and I might, just might, let you live!”

“Bitch!” yelled Sciuridan. “Apostate, Ascanio – get her down!”

Apostate, stunned, began to move towards Barbaria’s cross. Barbaria couldn’t believe it – she was going to be saved!

“NOT SO FAST!” It was the Dark Princess.

Shevak, watching from where his was tied to the wagon, groaned. He knew what was coming next.

Brangwen had locked that piercing, overpowering stare onto Erin. Erin, who had fought and won so many combats in her life, was still no match for this woman’s black magic.

For fully fifteen seconds she stood, resisting her, unable to pierce Sciuridan’s throat, yet refusing to let the sword budge. Then slowly, gradually the sword began to shake. It was as if some unseen hand was prising Erin’s fingers from the hilt as first one, then two, three, then her fourth finger released the sword and it fell to the ground.

Barbaria wept.

Sciuridan leaped back, almost falling over his own throne. “Seize her! Apostate – Crucify her – NOW!”

They were falling over themselves in haste now. Two guardsmen had Erin by the arms, two more by the legs, as Erin kicked and screamed, infuriated that she had been overcome in this manner.

Tanda stepped forward into this maelstrom and began to strip Erin, using a dagger to cut through her clothes. With a final tug her loincloth came off, and Erin was nude.

“Just…..get her onto that cross! Fast” yelled an enraged Sciuridan.

Apostate and Ascanio had brought another cross from the wagon, which they laid on the ground directly in front of Barbaria.

Of all the people that witnessed Erin’s crucifixion, none had a better view than Barbaria, but none took less pleasure from it. Erin kicked and struggled - she was not going to submit to this. But eventually, three men managed to get her left wrist to approximately the correct place, while three more tried to hold the rest of her still. Apostate, while he had the chance, struck the nail.

Erin screamed and swore, cursed and howled, but once that first nail was home her battle was lost. Now her struggling was also increasing her own agony; only Barbaria knew what it was like, and, as each nail was driven home, so her struggling subsided. Soon Barbaria was looking down at Erin, stretched out, naked, and nailed, just as she was. At least she now had a companion in her suffering.

Hastily, they dug a hole in which to mount Erin’s cross, and then lifted their now-helpless victim into place about ten feet in front of Barbaria.

Barbaria struggled for a breath with which to speak. “Hello….Erin. That…was…..very….brave! Thank…you!”

Tears were pouring down Erin’s cheeks as she fought her own battle with the agony of the cross. “I….just….wanted….to…save….you….Barbaria! I let…you…down!”

Barbaria screamed as she pushed herself upright, As she stood on her transfixed feet, she called “Shevak!”

“Yes, Barbaria?”

“I…..understand….now! I……forgive….you!”

Shevak wept. “I love you, Barbaria! I’m so sorry! I should have saved you from this!”

Then one of the soldiers struck him on the head with the hilt of his sword, and Shevak lost consciousness.
 
Wragg134 said:
Through her mists of pain and loneliness, Barbaria became aware of a commotion. Sciuridan was no longer drooling over her but glaring away to Barbaria’s right. Barbaria could hear the clash of swords, and then she saw a lone figure, sword drawn but carrying a man’s head by his hair, striding towards Sciuridan.

She tried to focus, through the haze of her pain. Who was this?

“GET HER DOWN! NOW!”

Barbaria almost smiled as she recognised Erin, the feared Elfen Warrior of Alfheim.

The four Royal Guardsmen barred her way forward, but she shook the sentry’s head at them. They drew their swords. There was a flurry of movement, the sound of clashing steel, three more heads rolled towards Sciuridan, the fourth guardsman’s hand was still gripping his sword, but sadly his forearm was no longer attached to his body, and he howled piteously.

Barbaria nearly forgot her pain. But soon Erin was encircled by several dozen wary reinforcements.

Sciuridan was enraged. “Who the fuck are you?”

“My name is Erin of Alfheim, and I am loyal to Queen Barbaria. I demand that you release her from her cross immediately!”

“I am Sciuridan, King of Heidraen, and I demand your respect! Kneel, and address me as ‘Your Majesty!’”

“I kneel before no man, least of all the Rodent of Heidraen!”

With a roar, he drew his sword and leaped towards her. There was a single clang! and his sword clattered, uselessly at the foot of Barbaria’s cross.

Erin had the point of her own sword at his throat.

“Now!” said Erin, “Order your men to get her down, and give us free passage away from here, and I might, just might, let you live!”

“Bitch!” yelled Sciuridan. “Apostate, Ascanio – get her down!”

Apostate, stunned, began to move towards Barbaria’s cross. Barbaria couldn’t believe it – she was going to be saved!

“NOT SO FAST!” It was the Dark Princess.

Shevak, watching from where his was tied to the wagon, groaned. He knew what was coming next.

Brangwen had locked that piercing, overpowering stare onto Erin. Erin, who had fought and won so many combats in her life, was still no match for this woman’s black magic.

For fully fifteen seconds she stood, resisting her, unable to pierce Sciuridan’s throat, yet refusing to let the sword budge. Then slowly, gradually the sword began to shake. It was as if some unseen hand was prising Erin’s fingers from the hilt as first one, then two, three, then her fourth finger released the sword and it fell to the ground.

Barbaria wept.

Sciuridan leaped back, almost falling over his own throne. “Seize her! Apostate – Crucify her – NOW!”

They were falling over themselves in haste now. Two guardsmen had Erin by the arms, two more by the legs, as Erin kicked and screamed, infuriated that she had been overcome in this manner.

Tanda stepped forward into this maelstrom and began to strip Erin, using a dagger to cut through her clothes. With a final tug her loincloth came off, and Erin was nude.

“Just…..get her onto that cross! Fast” yelled an enraged Sciuridan.

Apostate and Ascanio had brought another cross from the wagon, which they laid on the ground directly in front of Barbaria.

Of all the people that witnessed Erin’s crucifixion, none had a better view than Barbaria, but none took less pleasure from it. Erin kicked and struggled - she was not going to submit to this. But eventually, three men managed to get her left wrist to approximately the correct place, while three more tried to hold the rest of her still. Apostate, while he had the chance, struck the nail.

Erin screamed and swore, cursed and howled, but once that first nail was home her battle was lost. Now her struggling was also increasing her own agony; only Barbaria knew what it was like, and, as each nail was driven home, so her struggling subsided. Soon Barbaria was looking down at Erin, stretched out, naked, and nailed, just as she was. At least she now had a companion in her suffering.

Hastily, they dug a hole in which to mount Erin’s cross, and then lifted their now-helpless victim into place about ten feet in front of Barbaria.

Barbaria struggled for a breath with which to speak. “Hello….Erin. That…was…..very….brave! Thank…you!”

Tears were pouring down Erin’s cheeks as she fought her own battle with the agony of the cross. “I….just….wanted….to…save….you….Barbaria! I let…you…down!”

Barbaria screamed as she pushed herself upright, As she stood on her transfixed feet, she called “Shevak!”

“Yes, Barbaria?”

“I…..understand….now! I……forgive….you!”

Shevak wept. “I love you, Barbaria! I’m so sorry! I should have saved you from this!”

Then one of the soldiers struck him on the head with the hilt of his sword, and Shevak lost consciousness.
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Well if that doesn't top all !!!! Wonderful story telling Wragg !!!! WOW !!!

And oh, Erin, such bravery, and all for you Queen....so saddened and helplessly i watched your early triumph and then the heart-rending change of fortune, and the horror of you nailing.

GREAT EPISODE...SO FULL OF EMOTIONS, ACTION, AND ENGAGING DIALOGUE

REALLY WELL DONE WRAGG

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Wragg134 said:
Shevak sat, thoroughly miserable, tied to a tree. When he’d fought the invaders at the West Gate, he assumed that he would die in the fighting. He’d thought himself very fortunate to have loved someone as lovely as Tara, He missed her bitterly, all this thoughts about the future had had Tara in them, and now that future was empty.

Then he’d been astounded by Barbaria’s attention, delighted by it, and, yes, he loved her too – who wouldn’t? But she was Hengentre’s wife. Part of the excitement was in the danger and he’d known it could not be a long term relationship. So he’d thought it a good time to go out in a blaze of glory.

But Barbaria had ignored his command to stay safe, and then, when it was too late, she had said it. “My place is by your side!” She wanted to be with him, not Hengentre – she really did love him! Or so he’d thought, for about five minutes, until he’d watched her and the Dark Princess cooing away like lovebirds.

Shevak would never understand women.

Of one thing he was certain. He was no more capable of crucifying Barbaria than he was of flying to the moon. He would not do it. Period.

And so much for ‘blaze of glory’. He’d been humiliated by his father and by his father's girlfriend.

To complete his misery, Barbaria and he had now been separated. He had no idea where she was.

Brangwen had said, “If she’s to be crucified, we need to get her ready.” She’d clapped her hands, and her maid had rushed in, and bowed. “Your Royal Highness?”

“Tanda, take Queen Barbaria to my quarters, and prepare her for me! Don’t worry, the guards will be outside, she won’t try anything!”

Tanda bowed. “Yes, Highness!” She turned to Barbaria. “Please follow me, Your majesty!”

She’d led the way out. Barbaria, flanked by two guards, had followed. Sciuridan had had other plans for Barbaria, and he looked disappointed to have been so outflanked by Brangwen, but he kept quiet.

Tanda led the way to a large black tent. The guards took up their station outside. Within, necessarily, the furnishings were simple, but still comfortable, a large bed, and a separate area in which stood a decent sized bath. The whole tent was suffused with the scent of incense.

Tanda bowed again. “If your Majesty would care to disrobe, I will prepare your bath for you! Here is a towel in which to wrap yourself while you wait.

Barbaria was stunned! Tanda was a delightful young woman, and, with the exception of the threat of crucifixion, Barbaria was enjoying herself. With enemies like the Dark Princess, who needed friends?

She did as she was told, stripped, and wrapped herself, while Tanda rushed to and fro with pitchers of hot and cold water, and soon the bath was ready. Tanda looked expectantly at Barbaria. “Ma’am?’

“You can call me ‘Barb’ if you like,” smiled Barb, as she slipped out of her towel.

“That would displease my Mistress, Ma’am.”

The water was delightful, after Barb’s early start and her exertions in battle, the scented water, and the bath salts relaxed her tired muscles. She sighed, as Tanda began to wash her hair, then washed and massaged her neck and shoulders.

Soon Brangwen entered. Tanda bowed low. Brangwen eyed Barbaria’s nude body appreciatively. “Not good news, I’m afraid, Sweet One. King Sciuridan has had a reply from your dear husband. Let us just say that tongs were required to handle it.”

Barbaria rolled her eyes. She’d known that he’d never give up Ystragarth to save her.

“So, Sweet One, it’s the cross for you!”

Barbaria felt a knot in the base of her abdomen, a mixture of dread and erotic tension.

Brangwen said “Tanda! Dry her!”

With some reluctance, Barbaria emerged from the bath and Tanda dried her, taking especial care around her breasts and crotch, gently caressing the nipples with the soft towel.

Then Tanda dressed Barbaria in a simple white robe.

Brangwen casually asked “Have you considered what crucifixion involves?”

“I….I am familiar with the rudiments of it, yes.”

“You realise that you will be naked?”

Barbaria looked at her. “I had thought…as I am a queen….”

“As you are a queen,” interjected Brangwen, smoothly, ”we will permit you to wear that robe to where your cross awaits. However, when you reach your final destination…” she nodded to Tanda, who expertly pulled the robe backwards from Barbaria’s shoulders and arms, “you will be stripped.”

Brangwen continued, “being naked is not so bad. You have a lovely body, Barbaria, let us all admire it as you die.”

Barbaria gazed, wide-eyed at her, as Brangwen herself stripped. Barbaria stammered, “I – I’m not the only one with a nice body!”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” commented the Dark Princess. “Tanda, you are looking a little overdressed.”

“Yes, Highness!” said Tanda meekly, and slipped out of her simple shift, beneath which she was completely nude.

Barbaria had never seen a girl that looked as utterly lovely as Tanda. She’d previously admired the classical proportions of her face, but now her eyes travelled, with lingering delight, over lovely arms and shoulders, following the curve of perfect breasts crowned with tumescent nipples down to a slim waist, umbilicus surrounded by soft, firm musculature. The curve of her hips promised similar delights if she should turn so that her buttocks came into view.

Barbaria’s mind whirled in confusion, the threat of crucifixion set against the promise suggested by the proximity of these two lovely women was almost overwhelming. She felt a drop of moisture running down her thigh.

Brangwen continued, “crucifixion can be…difficult to endure.” She spoke as if she’d had experience. “But I find a little rehearsal can help.”

“Once you are nude, standing before your cross, you will no longer have control. You will be turned around, so that your back is to the cross. For just a moment, the instrument of your final torture will be out of sight.” She nodded to Tanda, who turned Barbaria around, her back to the bed.

“Then they will pull you over backwards, forcing you to lay upon your cross.”

Tanda had climbed onto the bed. Now she pulled Barbaria over backwards, and held her down to the bed by her shoulders.

“Next, they open out your arms, spreading them wide, and they will tie your wrists down firmly, so that you can’t pull away from the nails..”

Brangwen rapidly and efficiently drew her arms up and out, and tied them in place to the bedframe.

“They will usually keep you there for a while, dragging out the time until you feel the tip of a nail against the flesh of your wrist.” Tanda gently touched Barbs wrist with the edge of her fingernail.

“Close your eyes at this point, do not watch. The pain is much, much worse if you watch.”

Barbaria closed her eyes.

“Imagine, instead, that someone is stroking your clitoris with their tongue…” Barbaria’s clit zinged into life, as she felt a tongue gently caressing it. Barb’s eyes opened wide in delighted surprise – Tanda had moved round , and her tongue was very expertly in action.

Tanda clearly knew exactly what she was doing, in moments Barbaria was writhing and groaning helplessly. Brangwen joined in by caressing Barb’s nipple with her tongue, until Barb was on the point of a magnificent climax, at which point she drove her fingernail down hard into Barb’s wrist.

“AAARGH! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHH! YES!!!!!!”

As her orgasm subsided, Barbaria began to sob deeply, tears pouring down her face. Brangwen released her wrists, and hugged her tightly.

“See, Sweet One, it’s just a case of mind over matter!”

“Oh, Brangwen, that was lovely, thank you, and thank you too, Tanda – but I’m SO frightened, I don’t want to die, and I’m really frightened of the cross!”

“Shhhhhhh.” Brangwen stroked her hair.”Shhhhh, be brave, Sweet One, and Tanda and I will be there with you, to give you strength….”

Her words were soothing, but the look she gave Tanda over Barbaria's shoulder was of pure, devilish delight.

For some time they remained like that, then a man’s voice called from outside. “Bring the prisoner out. It is time for her crucifixion!”
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Have to admit Barb, you seem to be taking your inevitable crucifixion quite well. You admit to being scared and all, but to cringing, crying, fainting, etc. Very brave!
 
Wragg134 said:
Well, maybe we'd better not take such short cuts to the finishing line, though there was one nugget of truth there - Eulalia writes better than JK Rowling does!

I'm grateful to Connie for her help with this next part - thanks Connie, hope you enjoyed your birthday!

:beer:
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Yes, Erin's (Connie's) Queen is grateful too....nice collaboration you two, and many happy returns on that birthday Connie.

:goodjob:
 
Wragg134 said:
Through her mists of pain and loneliness, Barbaria became aware of a commotion. Sciuridan was no longer drooling over her but glaring away to Barbaria’s right. Barbaria could hear the clash of swords, and then she saw a lone figure, sword drawn but carrying a man’s head by his hair, striding towards Sciuridan.

She tried to focus, through the haze of her pain. Who was this?

“GET HER DOWN! NOW!”

Barbaria almost smiled as she recognised Erin, the feared Elfen Warrior of Alfheim.

The four Royal Guardsmen barred her way forward, but she shook the sentry’s head at them. They drew their swords. There was a flurry of movement, the sound of clashing steel, three more heads rolled towards Sciuridan, the fourth guardsman’s hand was still gripping his sword, but sadly his forearm was no longer attached to his body, and he howled piteously.

Barbaria nearly forgot her pain. But soon Erin was encircled by several dozen wary reinforcements.

Sciuridan was enraged. “Who the fuck are you?”

“My name is Erin of Alfheim, and I am loyal to Queen Barbaria. I demand that you release her from her cross immediately!”

“I am Sciuridan, King of Heidraen, and I demand your respect! Kneel, and address me as ‘Your Majesty!’”

“I kneel before no man, least of all the Rodent of Heidraen!”

With a roar, he drew his sword and leaped towards her. There was a single clang! and his sword clattered, uselessly at the foot of Barbaria’s cross.

Erin had the point of her own sword at his throat.

“Now!” said Erin, “Order your men to get her down, and give us free passage away from here, and I might, just might, let you live!”

“Bitch!” yelled Sciuridan. “Apostate, Ascanio – get her down!”

Apostate, stunned, began to move towards Barbaria’s cross. Barbaria couldn’t believe it – she was going to be saved!

“NOT SO FAST!” It was the Dark Princess.

Shevak, watching from where his was tied to the wagon, groaned. He knew what was coming next.

Brangwen had locked that piercing, overpowering stare onto Erin. Erin, who had fought and won so many combats in her life, was still no match for this woman’s black magic.

For fully fifteen seconds she stood, resisting her, unable to pierce Sciuridan’s throat, yet refusing to let the sword budge. Then slowly, gradually the sword began to shake. It was as if some unseen hand was prising Erin’s fingers from the hilt as first one, then two, three, then her fourth finger released the sword and it fell to the ground.

Barbaria wept.

Sciuridan leaped back, almost falling over his own throne. “Seize her! Apostate – Crucify her – NOW!”

They were falling over themselves in haste now. Two guardsmen had Erin by the arms, two more by the legs, as Erin kicked and screamed, infuriated that she had been overcome in this manner.

Tanda stepped forward into this maelstrom and began to strip Erin, using a dagger to cut through her clothes. With a final tug her loincloth came off, and Erin was nude.

“Just…..get her onto that cross! Fast” yelled an enraged Sciuridan.

Apostate and Ascanio had brought another cross from the wagon, which they laid on the ground directly in front of Barbaria.

Of all the people that witnessed Erin’s crucifixion, none had a better view than Barbaria, but none took less pleasure from it. Erin kicked and struggled - she was not going to submit to this. But eventually, three men managed to get her left wrist to approximately the correct place, while three more tried to hold the rest of her still. Apostate, while he had the chance, struck the nail.

Erin screamed and swore, cursed and howled, but once that first nail was home her battle was lost. Now her struggling was also increasing her own agony; only Barbaria knew what it was like, and, as each nail was driven home, so her struggling subsided. Soon Barbaria was looking down at Erin, stretched out, naked, and nailed, just as she was. At least she now had a companion in her suffering.

Hastily, they dug a hole in which to mount Erin’s cross, and then lifted their now-helpless victim into place about ten feet in front of Barbaria.

Barbaria struggled for a breath with which to speak. “Hello….Erin. That…was…..very….brave! Thank…you!”

Tears were pouring down Erin’s cheeks as she fought her own battle with the agony of the cross. “I….just….wanted….to…save….you….Barbaria! I let…you…down!”

Barbaria screamed as she pushed herself upright, As she stood on her transfixed feet, she called “Shevak!”

“Yes, Barbaria?”

“I…..understand….now! I……forgive….you!”

Shevak wept. “I love you, Barbaria! I’m so sorry! I should have saved you from this!”

Then one of the soldiers struck him on the head with the hilt of his sword, and Shevak lost consciousness.
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Fantastic writing! It's left me exhausted and trembling with rage!!!! Death to Sciuridan!!!!!!!!!!!!:mad:
 
roxie said:
Yeah! For a queen one should be able to drive a nail straight the first time...:p
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I have no idea what possessed me to make that nail bend, it just seems to happen to me all the time, but I never was any good at D.I.Y.....
 
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