Priceless, Tree! Absolutely priceless. I loved it! Loved it so much I don’t know where to begin reacting!
I think accepting that third drink and a Madame Wu was a big mistake.
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Wrath of the Namors
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I think accepting that third drink and a Madame Wu was a big mistake.
It is late the second day of Joan’s crucifixion. The sun has baked her body as she hangs from the cross. It has been one agonizing minute followed by another, yet she survives the cruel tortures of the cross. Her body refuses to die as much as her mind tells it to quit.
Though Joan seems to be alone on the top of the hill, it is simply an illusion. Guards fight to keep the gathered crowd away from her cross. It has grown as the day cools. Bets are being taken on how long Joan will last. The most common bets are will she last till the sun sets or will she die before then. Each time Joan becomes still for a few moments, the crowd gets excited and the guards have to keep them back.
Almost two days have passed since Joan was nailed to the cross and hanged naked before friends, commoners, and strangers that have come to the hill and see her and Claire’s crucifixions. Joan hangs from her cross with every muscle and joint in her body aching more than they ever have before. To her left is the empty cross Claire had been executed on. Claire’s body has been removed- no one told the guards to take down her cross.
No one seems distracted or concerned by the empty cross as there is still the land’s cousin squirming on hers. Joan glares down at the people watching her life fading from her body. Though she has seen several women put to death on crosses, she wondered what she looks like.
Except for looking down her chest and glances towards her nailed wrists, she really did not have a very good way to view herself. She rolled her head back against the cross and thought ‘I’d pay to see what I look like.’
Occasionally she would get angry with the crowd and muster up enough energy to yell at them, calling them perverted bastards for enjoying the torments she was suffering.
This only drew laughter and mockery from the crowd. They took great satisfaction watching a lady of Namor subjected to the tortures of the cross that foreign women had suffered.
Down the hill, Archbishop Wragg approached Tree. The cleric was dressed in a solemn dark cassock when he talked to Tree.
“I want that woman off the cross before midnight. Tomorrow is the holy day” the archbishop says.
“What if she isn’t dead yet? You want me to let her go” Tree asks.
“I am not asking for any mercy for her” Archbishop Wragg says. “You wanted her to die on the cross. If she is still alive, I am sure one of your guards can take care of the situation.”
“But then the cross doesn’t kill her” Tree protests.
The archbishop dabs his mouth and says “And I hear what you gave me of Claire’s inheritance was somewhat less than half.”
“Take care of it, Tree” the archbishop says. “She is only your cousin. It is not like I am not asking you to kill your sister…”
Though Joan seems to be alone on the top of the hill, it is simply an illusion. Guards fight to keep the gathered crowd away from her cross. It has grown as the day cools. Bets are being taken on how long Joan will last. The most common bets are will she last till the sun sets or will she die before then. Each time Joan becomes still for a few moments, the crowd gets excited and the guards have to keep them back.
Almost two days have passed since Joan was nailed to the cross and hanged naked before friends, commoners, and strangers that have come to the hill and see her and Claire’s crucifixions. Joan hangs from her cross with every muscle and joint in her body aching more than they ever have before. To her left is the empty cross Claire had been executed on. Claire’s body has been removed- no one told the guards to take down her cross.
No one seems distracted or concerned by the empty cross as there is still the land’s cousin squirming on hers. Joan glares down at the people watching her life fading from her body. Though she has seen several women put to death on crosses, she wondered what she looks like.
Except for looking down her chest and glances towards her nailed wrists, she really did not have a very good way to view herself. She rolled her head back against the cross and thought ‘I’d pay to see what I look like.’
Occasionally she would get angry with the crowd and muster up enough energy to yell at them, calling them perverted bastards for enjoying the torments she was suffering.
This only drew laughter and mockery from the crowd. They took great satisfaction watching a lady of Namor subjected to the tortures of the cross that foreign women had suffered.
Down the hill, Archbishop Wragg approached Tree. The cleric was dressed in a solemn dark cassock when he talked to Tree.
“I want that woman off the cross before midnight. Tomorrow is the holy day” the archbishop says.
“What if she isn’t dead yet? You want me to let her go” Tree asks.
“I am not asking for any mercy for her” Archbishop Wragg says. “You wanted her to die on the cross. If she is still alive, I am sure one of your guards can take care of the situation.”
“But then the cross doesn’t kill her” Tree protests.
The archbishop dabs his mouth and says “And I hear what you gave me of Claire’s inheritance was somewhat less than half.”
“Take care of it, Tree” the archbishop says. “She is only your cousin. It is not like I am not asking you to kill your sister…”
Who better than Tree to take care of anything? I hear he's very good at taking care of the defence end of a trial.
I beg to differ …I hear he's very good at taking care of the defence end of a trial.
The sun sets on Joan after her second day hung from the cross. Artists worked on paintings showing Joan’s gallant suffering while she is crucified.
The artists are about the only ones that showed any reverence to her ordeal.
Joan looks down her crucified body at the guard that has walked up to her cross. She says “Have you come to mock me, too?”
The guard named Bull says “I would not do that to you, Joan. We have shared too many good times together.”
Joan remembers the intimate times they spent together. Bull was always a demanding lover but always managed to satisfy Joan no matter what he wanted.
She asks “What have you come here for?”
Bull says “The archbishop wants you dead and both crosses gone before midnight. He claims tomorrow is a holy day.”
“And what if I am dead by midnight” Joan challenges Bull.
“I brought this to insure you are” Bull says as he waves a spear before her.
“You will kill me?”
“I volunteered. I thought it right that you know who will end your suffering” Bull says.
“That was thoughtful of you” Joan says sounding pleased with his offer.
“It will hurt but you torture will be over in a moment or two. I will try to pierce your heart” Bull says.
“You can’t stab me from my front! I am a lady and have been condemned to die crucified” Joan exclaims.
Bull reluctantly concedes to Joan’s demand. He circles behind her and asks “Are you ready?”
“Just stick the damn spear through me” Joan yells.
With a sharp thrust he rams the spear into her back. Joan arches from the cross and lets out a horrific yell.
Bull is about to pull the from Joan when she gasps “Twist the damn thing!”
Bull does as Joan ordered. He pulls the spear from her body and between the phlegm she spits on herself she “Tell Tree I died a lady!”
Tree wishes to thank the various artists work he borrowed and the members who have enjoyed the story…
The artists are about the only ones that showed any reverence to her ordeal.
Joan looks down her crucified body at the guard that has walked up to her cross. She says “Have you come to mock me, too?”
The guard named Bull says “I would not do that to you, Joan. We have shared too many good times together.”
Joan remembers the intimate times they spent together. Bull was always a demanding lover but always managed to satisfy Joan no matter what he wanted.
She asks “What have you come here for?”
Bull says “The archbishop wants you dead and both crosses gone before midnight. He claims tomorrow is a holy day.”
“And what if I am dead by midnight” Joan challenges Bull.
“I brought this to insure you are” Bull says as he waves a spear before her.
“You will kill me?”
“I volunteered. I thought it right that you know who will end your suffering” Bull says.
“That was thoughtful of you” Joan says sounding pleased with his offer.
“It will hurt but you torture will be over in a moment or two. I will try to pierce your heart” Bull says.
“You can’t stab me from my front! I am a lady and have been condemned to die crucified” Joan exclaims.
Bull reluctantly concedes to Joan’s demand. He circles behind her and asks “Are you ready?”
“Just stick the damn spear through me” Joan yells.
With a sharp thrust he rams the spear into her back. Joan arches from the cross and lets out a horrific yell.
Bull is about to pull the from Joan when she gasps “Twist the damn thing!”
Bull does as Joan ordered. He pulls the spear from her body and between the phlegm she spits on herself she “Tell Tree I died a lady!”
Tree wishes to thank the various artists work he borrowed and the members who have enjoyed the story…