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A Story On A Roman Galley Ship

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Jollyrei said:
"Go back to your oar, 41."

I had the same thought - nailing up all your slaves and making them row without rest is like pulling out bits of your engine and throwing them away if some part starts malfunctioning, and then not ever changing the oil.:eek: Sooner or later, the ship will simply stop. :doh::doh::doh::D
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Psychology doesn't work on machinery. It should on slaves.
 
Capture!
Word had spread fast, around the capital, that the Black Eagle had been taken by slaves. Several galley's had been dispatched to hunt down and bring back all, who had been involved, to face severe punishment.

In just over a week the Black Eagle was sighted and engaged in a fierce battle which saw many slaves killed but still left a fair few to face the wrath of Rome. The tortured body of Goab had long been thrown over the side due to the disgusting smell of his rotting, putrid body. About thirty had survived the battle and were chained and thrown in the keel of the great ship. Two days later the galley was moored up and the woeful prisoners herded off to await their doom.

The punishment would be swift as preparations had already been made, a row of freshly hewn stipes had been erected along the cobbled road. At the foot of each stipe lay a rough crossbeam and four thick iron spikes and some rope. For each prisoner there were three soldiers assigned to carry out the crucifixion.
The prisoners shuffled along in their chains, fearful to look up at the row of torture instruments. Mila had survived crucifixion before and was fully aware of the pain she was about to endure. Alas, her sister had been killed in the battle but this was a relief rather than suffer the long barbaric death of the cross.

The first stipe was reached and the struggling male slave was stripped naked ready for the nailing. The crossbeam was fixed to the upright and a stool was placed in front and the prisoner forced to stand on it. Two soldiers went behind and pulled his skinny arms over the beam and bound them tight with rope. With his hands flat against the rear of the beam a spike was hammered through the back of the wrist and solidly into the wood. The slave howled like a stuffed pig and had to be held tight as he thrashed about. When both arms were firmly fixed the stool was pulled away and the shaking body slumped down. His feet were touching the ground but the Romans had perfected the art of prolonging a torture. Two spikes had been hammered into the stipe about two feet off the ground. The soldiers placed the soles of his feet on each spike to give him support from the nails in his wrists. Once this was done the nailing was completed by driving a spike through each ankle mixed with more screams from the anguished slave.

The group moved on and the process was completed over and over again. Then it was Mila's turn, she was stripped of her rags and her arms were bound behind the beam. She gritted her teeth when she felt the tip of the spike placed against her soft wrist. When the spike was driven she groaned as the metal made its way through flesh and bone. She felt her feet being lifted and placed on the spikes either side of the stipe. The cold iron was held against her petite ankle but driven in with no mercy. This time she shrieked her head off as the hammering reverberated through her body. Then their was quiet apart from the odd groan doen the line from the other crucified victims.

The show of crosses was greeted with applause from those that witnessed the mass crucifixion. The bodies hung for days until all were dead and taken down and dispatched in the sea close by.
 
william23 said:
Capture!
Word had spread fast, around the capital, that the Black Eagle had been taken by slaves. Several galley's had been dispatched to hunt down and bring back all, who had been involved, to face severe punishment.

In just over a week the Black Eagle was sighted and engaged in a fierce battle which saw many slaves killed but still left a fair few to face the wrath of Rome. The tortured body of Goab had long been thrown over the side due to the disgusting smell of his rotting, putrid body. About thirty had survived the battle and were chained and thrown in the keel of the great ship. Two days later the galley was moored up and the woeful prisoners herded off to await their doom.

The punishment would be swift as preparations had already been made, a row of freshly hewn stipes had been erected along the cobbled road. At the foot of each stipe lay a rough crossbeam and four thick iron spikes and some rope. For each prisoner there were three soldiers assigned to carry out the crucifixion.
The prisoners shuffled along in their chains, fearful to look up at the row of torture instruments. Mila had survived crucifixion before and was fully aware of the pain she was about to endure. Alas, her sister had been killed in the battle but this was a relief rather than suffer the long barbaric death of the cross.

The first stipe was reached and the struggling male slave was stripped naked ready for the nailing. The crossbeam was fixed to the upright and a stool was placed in front and the prisoner forced to stand on it. Two soldiers went behind and pulled his skinny arms over the beam and bound them tight with rope. With his hands flat against the rear of the beam a spike was hammered through the back of the wrist and solidly into the wood. The slave howled like a stuffed pig and had to be held tight as he thrashed about. When both arms were firmly fixed the stool was pulled away and the shaking body slumped down. His feet were touching the ground but the Romans had perfected the art of prolonging a torture. Two spikes had been hammered into the stipe about two feet off the ground. The soldiers placed the soles of his feet on each spike to give him support from the nails in his wrists. Once this was done the nailing was completed by driving a spike through each ankle mixed with more screams from the anguished slave.

The group moved on and the process was completed over and over again. Then it was Mila's turn, she was stripped of her rags and her arms were bound behind the beam. She gritted her teeth when she felt the tip of the spike placed against her soft wrist. When the spike was driven she groaned as the metal made its way through flesh and bone. She felt her feet being lifted and placed on the spikes either side of the stipe. The cold iron was held against her petite ankle but driven in with no mercy. This time she shrieked her head off as the hammering reverberated through her body. Then their was quiet apart from the odd groan doen the line from the other crucified victims.

The show of crosses was greeted with applause from those that witnessed the mass crucifixion. The bodies hung for days until all were dead and taken down and dispatched in the sea close by.
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Arms over the cross, excellent.... perhaps a bit of a sharp ending (pardon the pun) but it's been a good story
 
william23 said:
Capture!
Word had spread fast, around the capital, that the Black Eagle had been taken by slaves. Several galley's had been dispatched to hunt down and bring back all, who had been involved, to face severe punishment.

In just over a week the Black Eagle was sighted and engaged in a fierce battle which saw many slaves killed but still left a fair few to face the wrath of Rome. The tortured body of Goab had long been thrown over the side due to the disgusting smell of his rotting, putrid body. About thirty had survived the battle and were chained and thrown in the keel of the great ship. Two days later the galley was moored up and the woeful prisoners herded off to await their doom.

The punishment would be swift as preparations had already been made, a row of freshly hewn stipes had been erected along the cobbled road. At the foot of each stipe lay a rough crossbeam and four thick iron spikes and some rope. For each prisoner there were three soldiers assigned to carry out the crucifixion.
The prisoners shuffled along in their chains, fearful to look up at the row of torture instruments. Mila had survived crucifixion before and was fully aware of the pain she was about to endure. Alas, her sister had been killed in the battle but this was a relief rather than suffer the long barbaric death of the cross.

The first stipe was reached and the struggling male slave was stripped naked ready for the nailing. The crossbeam was fixed to the upright and a stool was placed in front and the prisoner forced to stand on it. Two soldiers went behind and pulled his skinny arms over the beam and bound them tight with rope. With his hands flat against the rear of the beam a spike was hammered through the back of the wrist and solidly into the wood. The slave howled like a stuffed pig and had to be held tight as he thrashed about. When both arms were firmly fixed the stool was pulled away and the shaking body slumped down. His feet were touching the ground but the Romans had perfected the art of prolonging a torture. Two spikes had been hammered into the stipe about two feet off the ground. The soldiers placed the soles of his feet on each spike to give him support from the nails in his wrists. Once this was done the nailing was completed by driving a spike through each ankle mixed with more screams from the anguished slave.

The group moved on and the process was completed over and over again. Then it was Mila's turn, she was stripped of her rags and her arms were bound behind the beam. She gritted her teeth when she felt the tip of the spike placed against her soft wrist. When the spike was driven she groaned as the metal made its way through flesh and bone. She felt her feet being lifted and placed on the spikes either side of the stipe. The cold iron was held against her petite ankle but driven in with no mercy. This time she shrieked her head off as the hammering reverberated through her body. Then their was quiet apart from the odd groan doen the line from the other crucified victims.

The show of crosses was greeted with applause from those that witnessed the mass crucifixion. The bodies hung for days until all were dead and taken down and dispatched in the sea close by.
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