Moral: Make sure that when Barb is in bed she gets lots of rest
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The Perils Of The Princesses
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Moral: Make sure that when Barb is in bed she gets lots of rest
Or you will regret it
It would be an easy target with you looking like that....
cxslave
Chain Slave
Still looks pretty cute to me!
and he got even some millions by me that damned squirrel is a rmmmffll verminI slipped him a tenner to put it back
RacingRodent
Consul
And then RR makes me feel better with a very appropriate quote from my very favorite book!Like I have my own Gurney Halleck!
I was born to be knight errant or noble man at arms, serving in polished armour, shiny as I was pure of heart and off duty dazzling ladies with my charms oh, the charms of man of arms!
But fate is a cruel mistress and my Mistress sure is cruel, up I did rise and seize the crown, because I knew better how to rule oh, better how to rule!
For a ruler's job is never done, ere one task laid down another begun, a son and heir must be followed by plus one and nations boundaries made safe oh
Enemies lurk at every turn and my people's hearts are needy, I would I were but a simple clown and could rest my head when weary
But fate is a cruel mistress and my Mistress sure is cruel, I must grind all my enemies to dust and ash since I took up to rule, since I took up for a fool!
From the Lay of Sciuridan the Dread
Sciuridan put down his pen and took up his lute, Brangwen had been gone a while and it gave him a rare chance to play his music. Just then an officer of the Corps of Engineers put his head through the tent flap.
"Sire the Trebuchets are ready and set," He informed his Monarch.
Oh well no rest for the ruler, Sciuridan set down his lute, "Summon my squires and bring me my formal siege armour!" He commanded.
cxslave
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Brilliant RR!
Pain throughout his entire body.
Daylight.
The taste of blood in his mouth.
A voice. A woman’s voice. “Are you all right?”
He opened his eyes. A woman’s face, a lovely face, dark brown eyes, a concerned smile. Not an Aestrian face, oriental.
Was he in heaven?
“Wh….where am I?”
“At the moment, you’re lying in a load of grot on the Aestral Pass, you look as though you’ve had a hard time!”
With an effort he sat. Behind the oriental woman was a body, that of a beautiful woman. He squinted at her.
“Who…….?”
“The only question that begins with ‘who’ that I can answer is who I am. I am a trainee priestess, I’m trying to get to Ystragarth to continue my training under Eulalia. My name is Yupar.”
“Eulalia……Eulalia…I know Eulailia….”
Then it all hit him, in a rush. Shevak, Roxie, Blaire, Barbaria, Penelope, Messaline. Messaline! That was Messaline!
“Messaline!” he rushed over to her. Felt for a pulse – nothing.
Yupar looked at him sympathetically. “I’m so sorry,” she said.
He stroked her hair. Yupar had already closed her eyes. She never knew what had happened to Shevak. That was the only good thing. She’d been spared that. He looked around. A few dead goblins. A dead soldier. “Are there any more bodies?”
“Aren’t there enough already?”
His whole life came back to him. He was recovering from approximately his fourth fatal injury, and at that moment he felt that the life of a sorcerer sucked. Why couldn’t he just die like normal people?
“There are plenty, I’m just glad that there aren’t two more, that’s all.” He held out his hand. “My name is Paul.”
His brain was still recovering. Roxie and Blaire weren’t skipping along in blissful freedom, they must have been captured by the Dark Princess!
He swore out loud. “You fucking idiot, Merlin!” and smacked himself in the head.
“Who’s Merlin?”
“Me. Paul Merlin, the biggest pillock ever to set foot on the good earth. Now listen, up there is great danger. I must go and face it. You – stay here. You’ll know it’s safe when – if – we come back for the horses. If we don’t – just go back to Aestrador.”
“Don’t be stupid. I like danger! I’m coming too.”
Paul looked at her. “Listen, Yupar, I’ve got too many people into trouble. Just look at Messaline, there – do you want to finish up like her?”
“I am a priestess! I do not fear death!”
“All right, but do exactly what I say. You will be shocked, and strange things may happen. ”
He bent down, and picked up Messaline. “I’m not leaving her here, like garbage at the side of the road!”
They started off up the road. “Stay close to me. Whatever you do, don’t touch the sentry”
Yupar noticed that a bird had stopped in mid-flight over the road. A stationary squirrel sat on a branch. Then she saw a sentry, who stood, immobile, unseeing, in the road.
“You were right about strange!” she said. Then she saw into the Defile. “Oh, sweet God in Heaven!”
There was a naked man, on a cross, crucified with his knees apart. Two naked women, bleeding from multiple lacerations, stood on stools, with nooses around their necks, the ropes suspended from the arms of the cross. A pretty young woman had hold of a rope, each end of which was tied to the leg of a stool. Another woman, dressed in black, was standing in front of the cross, her back was towards them. Two soldiers stood and watched.
Paul stopped and considered the scene. “ Stay close,” he ordered.
Yupar stayed. “Why don’t they move?”
“I can’t explain it in detail, we are outside of time at the moment, but soon I must switch back into normal time, when things will get…..interesting. Do you have a weapon?”
“I have a knife.”
“Get it ready. I can’t go too close to that woman in black. She is the Dark Princess, and she is very dangerous!”
“I can see that!”
“Right. Are you ready?”
She nodded.
“OK then.” He laid Messa down, drew his sword. “Let’s get this done!”
Daylight.
The taste of blood in his mouth.
A voice. A woman’s voice. “Are you all right?”
He opened his eyes. A woman’s face, a lovely face, dark brown eyes, a concerned smile. Not an Aestrian face, oriental.
Was he in heaven?
“Wh….where am I?”
“At the moment, you’re lying in a load of grot on the Aestral Pass, you look as though you’ve had a hard time!”
With an effort he sat. Behind the oriental woman was a body, that of a beautiful woman. He squinted at her.
“Who…….?”
“The only question that begins with ‘who’ that I can answer is who I am. I am a trainee priestess, I’m trying to get to Ystragarth to continue my training under Eulalia. My name is Yupar.”
“Eulalia……Eulalia…I know Eulailia….”
Then it all hit him, in a rush. Shevak, Roxie, Blaire, Barbaria, Penelope, Messaline. Messaline! That was Messaline!
“Messaline!” he rushed over to her. Felt for a pulse – nothing.
Yupar looked at him sympathetically. “I’m so sorry,” she said.
He stroked her hair. Yupar had already closed her eyes. She never knew what had happened to Shevak. That was the only good thing. She’d been spared that. He looked around. A few dead goblins. A dead soldier. “Are there any more bodies?”
“Aren’t there enough already?”
His whole life came back to him. He was recovering from approximately his fourth fatal injury, and at that moment he felt that the life of a sorcerer sucked. Why couldn’t he just die like normal people?
“There are plenty, I’m just glad that there aren’t two more, that’s all.” He held out his hand. “My name is Paul.”
His brain was still recovering. Roxie and Blaire weren’t skipping along in blissful freedom, they must have been captured by the Dark Princess!
He swore out loud. “You fucking idiot, Merlin!” and smacked himself in the head.
“Who’s Merlin?”
“Me. Paul Merlin, the biggest pillock ever to set foot on the good earth. Now listen, up there is great danger. I must go and face it. You – stay here. You’ll know it’s safe when – if – we come back for the horses. If we don’t – just go back to Aestrador.”
“Don’t be stupid. I like danger! I’m coming too.”
Paul looked at her. “Listen, Yupar, I’ve got too many people into trouble. Just look at Messaline, there – do you want to finish up like her?”
“I am a priestess! I do not fear death!”
“All right, but do exactly what I say. You will be shocked, and strange things may happen. ”
He bent down, and picked up Messaline. “I’m not leaving her here, like garbage at the side of the road!”
They started off up the road. “Stay close to me. Whatever you do, don’t touch the sentry”
Yupar noticed that a bird had stopped in mid-flight over the road. A stationary squirrel sat on a branch. Then she saw a sentry, who stood, immobile, unseeing, in the road.
“You were right about strange!” she said. Then she saw into the Defile. “Oh, sweet God in Heaven!”
There was a naked man, on a cross, crucified with his knees apart. Two naked women, bleeding from multiple lacerations, stood on stools, with nooses around their necks, the ropes suspended from the arms of the cross. A pretty young woman had hold of a rope, each end of which was tied to the leg of a stool. Another woman, dressed in black, was standing in front of the cross, her back was towards them. Two soldiers stood and watched.
Paul stopped and considered the scene. “ Stay close,” he ordered.
Yupar stayed. “Why don’t they move?”
“I can’t explain it in detail, we are outside of time at the moment, but soon I must switch back into normal time, when things will get…..interesting. Do you have a weapon?”
“I have a knife.”
“Get it ready. I can’t go too close to that woman in black. She is the Dark Princess, and she is very dangerous!”
“I can see that!”
“Right. Are you ready?”
She nodded.
“OK then.” He laid Messa down, drew his sword. “Let’s get this done!”
cxslave
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Oh this is getting exciting!
It's like RR said, except that a human with a sword in their chest, sadly, is probably going to a better life.
A sorcerer may be cursed with multiple resurrections -
- which may explain why Barbaria has been crucified more times than any other person on this planet!
And you won't be finding that in the Guinness Book of World Records!
cxslave
Chain Slave
It should be in there!It's like RR said, except that a human with a sword in their chest, sadly, is probably going to a better life.
A sorcerer may be cursed with multiple resurrections -
- which may explain why Barbaria has been crucified more times than any other person on this planet!
And you won't be finding that in the Guinness Book of World Records!
One day, when it's hissing down with rain outside, and maybe I'm laid up recovering from flu or Cruxitis or something, I'll go through here, post by post, and set up a league table of crucifixions, real and fictional.
Maybe it could go at the top there. 'Most messages', 'Most likes', 'Most points' and 'Most crucifixions'.
cxslave
Chain Slave
That would be quite an undertaking!One day, when it's hissing down with rain outside, and maybe I'm laid up recovering from flu or Cruxitis or something, I'll go through here, post by post, and set up a league table of crucifixions, real and fictional.
Maybe it could go at the top there. 'Most messages', 'Most likes', 'Most points' and 'Most crucifixions'.
That would be quite an undertaking!
Yeah, maybe you're right. It'd kill me. I'd end up meeting my own undertaker
cxslave
Chain Slave
Plus you'd be too busy counting crosses and wouldn't have time to write fabulous stories!
ask them in a friendly girlish way............................perhaps
Plus you'd be too busy counting crosses and wouldn't have time to write fabulous stories!
Awwwwww