Magister_militum
Magistrate
Thankfully, Kaori is finally dead and I can stop torturing the poor cutie. A new character that had been mentioned once in the plot will be joining the story very soon.
-
Sign up or login, and you'll have full access to opportunities of forum.
My Koikatsu Crux work
- Thread starter Magister_militum
- Start date
Magister_militum
Magistrate
This lovely lady named Hana von Leititz is the new character. She is a professional soldier of the prestigious Imperial Vanguard, who was dispatched to the frontier city to train the troops. What do you think her fate will be?
Magister_militum
Magistrate
This journey will conclude with whatever ultimately happens to Hana. I'm genuinely curious as to what people think will happen to her. Following that (there should be about 300 images in total), I plan to write several short stories when time permits.
Magister_militum
Magistrate
Around the same time, in the barrack mess hall, an argument between the two soldiers was taking place. One, Erik, was a halberdier of the regular Imperial Army, while the other, Hana von Leititz, was of the prestigious Imperial Vanguard, longsword wielding troops who, despite their name, preferred to flank the formations of pikemen rather than engaging them head-on.
21-year-old Hana was an oddity in the Vanguard ranks, yet not an unexpected one. Her mother had died during childbirth, leaving Hana's father as her sole guardian. Sadly, he was one of the many to fall during the dreadful Ghirrean War 6 years later, which threatened to destroy the Empire from the inside. Orphaned at a tender age of six and without a source of income, Hana had no way of paying rent (her family did not own a home of their own) and was quickly evicted. Luckily for her, after only two days out on the street, she was approached by an elderly man and his wife. The man, whose name was Martin, was an acquaintance of her father and he had lost both of his sons in the same war. Having no more children of his own and encountering the homeless daughter of the man he knew, Martin adopted Hana on the spot, with the little girl's consent. Hana's life as Martin and Klara's adopted daughter was a happy one. Having been denied grandchildren due to the deaths of her sons, Klara adored Hana, yet was careful not to spoil her too much. Martin, on the other hand, regaled the girl with old stories from his youth as an Imperial man-at-arms turned mercenary. Due to Hana's insistence, he also taught her the basics of combat, much to the displeasure of her wife who often had to bandage Hana's scrapped knees. The lessons stuck with the girl and by the age of 12, she was about as strong as any knight's young squire. Alas, all was not well in the household. 67-year-old Martin's lungs were failing from his heavy pipe smoking, and he died five days after Hana turned fourteen. Hana mourned his loss greatly but knew exactly what to do. Already at 14, Hana was incredibly beautiful, her golden blonde hair contrasted by her aquamarine eyes. Klara urged Hana to find a husband (which would have been a hard task), but Martin's lessons had stuck. With Klara's reluctant blessing, Hana decided to join the city's militia. The only problem was the local captain Dietrich. The man had a reputation for being stern and a taskmaster, which had even spread outside of Leititz. Not accepting everyone, Dietrich required every potential recruit to spar against one of his chosen militiamen.
Hana was easily beaten four times but each time she rose up again, despite the bruises she received. This impressed the captain, who acknowledged the teenage girl's resolve. He allowed Hana to join the ranks of the militia and informed her of the conditions for the acceptance into the regular forces. During her time in the militia, Hana excelled at training, minus the spear practice. Although she was physically weaker than the majority of other militiamen, she made up for it with her agility and quick thinking. 2 years later, having successfully completed all the strenuous tests required to join the Imperial Army, Hana did just that. During advanced arms practice, she discovered her talent for wielding a longsword, the long, sleek blade of a surprisingly lightweight weapon compensating for her lack of height and reach. Honing her skills with that weapon, she gradually became more and more proficient, even winning several small tournaments against her fellow soldiers. It wasn't long until the higherups noticed her talent and Hana was encouraged to join the cream of the regular Imperial military, the Vanguard. During her time in the unit, Hana had gotten her first taste of real battle when she fought against a border raid by the Kingdom of Litria. Though not distinguishing herself in the battle, Hana's swordsmanship was exemplary and because of it, her commanders decided to entrust her with a specific task. She would travel south, to the frontier city of Hykage and help train the local garrison. Disciplined, but somewhat hot-headed, Hana initially protested until she learned it was common practice to send exemplary soldiers to train other army units, especially when the Vanguard was looking for potential recruits.
Hana quickly grew to like her new job as the men and women of Hykage were quick learners. Tired of being called "ma'am" all the time when she was younger than most of them, Hana insisted everyone call her by her given name. Given Hana had never been promoted to the officer rank, the militiamen quickly adapted. While Hana had close acquaintances in the Vanguard, this was the first time she had made actual friends, those being Entirelle and Kaori.
It was the absence of those two in the mess hall that bothered Hana and had led to her argument with Erik.
"Listen, they are most likely fine. I've seen captain Entirelle fight.", said Erik confidently, trying to dispel Hana's worries.
"Four hours!", said Hana, raising her voice.
"Only two hours in each direction! Entirelle told me they'd only be gone for that long. It's been a whole day!", Shouted Hana, a mix of worry and anger clearly visible on her face.
Hana turned her head as she heard two men approaching her table. They were regular soldiers, like Erik, but Hana did not know them personally.
"If it's been a day so something most have delayed them. ", spoke the fair-haired musketeer
"Dead or captured more like." added the other to which Erik quietly nodded.
Hana suddenly rose up from the table, her cheeks red with fury. Breathless, and gritting her teeth, Hana reached for the dagger strapped to her back and stabbed it into the table, startling everyone present.
“You... How can you even calmly insinuate that!!! Your two comrades are missing! You should have sent out a search party hours ago!", shouted Hana loudly. Though she was in Hykage to train the local troops, she didn't have the authority to command them.
"I you won't go, then I will!", stated Hana, quickly dashing between the two guards and towards the exit.
“Don't! You'll just get yourself killed!”, shouted Erik but Hana did not acknowledge his warning.
21-year-old Hana was an oddity in the Vanguard ranks, yet not an unexpected one. Her mother had died during childbirth, leaving Hana's father as her sole guardian. Sadly, he was one of the many to fall during the dreadful Ghirrean War 6 years later, which threatened to destroy the Empire from the inside. Orphaned at a tender age of six and without a source of income, Hana had no way of paying rent (her family did not own a home of their own) and was quickly evicted. Luckily for her, after only two days out on the street, she was approached by an elderly man and his wife. The man, whose name was Martin, was an acquaintance of her father and he had lost both of his sons in the same war. Having no more children of his own and encountering the homeless daughter of the man he knew, Martin adopted Hana on the spot, with the little girl's consent. Hana's life as Martin and Klara's adopted daughter was a happy one. Having been denied grandchildren due to the deaths of her sons, Klara adored Hana, yet was careful not to spoil her too much. Martin, on the other hand, regaled the girl with old stories from his youth as an Imperial man-at-arms turned mercenary. Due to Hana's insistence, he also taught her the basics of combat, much to the displeasure of her wife who often had to bandage Hana's scrapped knees. The lessons stuck with the girl and by the age of 12, she was about as strong as any knight's young squire. Alas, all was not well in the household. 67-year-old Martin's lungs were failing from his heavy pipe smoking, and he died five days after Hana turned fourteen. Hana mourned his loss greatly but knew exactly what to do. Already at 14, Hana was incredibly beautiful, her golden blonde hair contrasted by her aquamarine eyes. Klara urged Hana to find a husband (which would have been a hard task), but Martin's lessons had stuck. With Klara's reluctant blessing, Hana decided to join the city's militia. The only problem was the local captain Dietrich. The man had a reputation for being stern and a taskmaster, which had even spread outside of Leititz. Not accepting everyone, Dietrich required every potential recruit to spar against one of his chosen militiamen.
Hana was easily beaten four times but each time she rose up again, despite the bruises she received. This impressed the captain, who acknowledged the teenage girl's resolve. He allowed Hana to join the ranks of the militia and informed her of the conditions for the acceptance into the regular forces. During her time in the militia, Hana excelled at training, minus the spear practice. Although she was physically weaker than the majority of other militiamen, she made up for it with her agility and quick thinking. 2 years later, having successfully completed all the strenuous tests required to join the Imperial Army, Hana did just that. During advanced arms practice, she discovered her talent for wielding a longsword, the long, sleek blade of a surprisingly lightweight weapon compensating for her lack of height and reach. Honing her skills with that weapon, she gradually became more and more proficient, even winning several small tournaments against her fellow soldiers. It wasn't long until the higherups noticed her talent and Hana was encouraged to join the cream of the regular Imperial military, the Vanguard. During her time in the unit, Hana had gotten her first taste of real battle when she fought against a border raid by the Kingdom of Litria. Though not distinguishing herself in the battle, Hana's swordsmanship was exemplary and because of it, her commanders decided to entrust her with a specific task. She would travel south, to the frontier city of Hykage and help train the local garrison. Disciplined, but somewhat hot-headed, Hana initially protested until she learned it was common practice to send exemplary soldiers to train other army units, especially when the Vanguard was looking for potential recruits.
Hana quickly grew to like her new job as the men and women of Hykage were quick learners. Tired of being called "ma'am" all the time when she was younger than most of them, Hana insisted everyone call her by her given name. Given Hana had never been promoted to the officer rank, the militiamen quickly adapted. While Hana had close acquaintances in the Vanguard, this was the first time she had made actual friends, those being Entirelle and Kaori.
It was the absence of those two in the mess hall that bothered Hana and had led to her argument with Erik.
"Listen, they are most likely fine. I've seen captain Entirelle fight.", said Erik confidently, trying to dispel Hana's worries.
"Four hours!", said Hana, raising her voice.
"Only two hours in each direction! Entirelle told me they'd only be gone for that long. It's been a whole day!", Shouted Hana, a mix of worry and anger clearly visible on her face.
Hana turned her head as she heard two men approaching her table. They were regular soldiers, like Erik, but Hana did not know them personally.
"If it's been a day so something most have delayed them. ", spoke the fair-haired musketeer
"Dead or captured more like." added the other to which Erik quietly nodded.
Hana suddenly rose up from the table, her cheeks red with fury. Breathless, and gritting her teeth, Hana reached for the dagger strapped to her back and stabbed it into the table, startling everyone present.
“You... How can you even calmly insinuate that!!! Your two comrades are missing! You should have sent out a search party hours ago!", shouted Hana loudly. Though she was in Hykage to train the local troops, she didn't have the authority to command them.
"I you won't go, then I will!", stated Hana, quickly dashing between the two guards and towards the exit.
“Don't! You'll just get yourself killed!”, shouted Erik but Hana did not acknowledge his warning.
Magister_militum
Magistrate
Illuminated by the orange sky of daybreak, Hana rode her horse hard to reach the place Entirelle and Kaori had set out to investigate as soon as possible. It was a small grove off the beaten path, but Hana knew exactly where to look for. Hitching her horse to a tree, Hana decided to cover the last hundred yards on foot, carefully scanning the area for any sign of bandits or beasts. Soon spotting the small wooden shack, Hana knew she had found the place. Surrounded by an old wooden fence, the entire area looked like a long-abandoned farmstead. Cutting a hole in the fence, Hana climbed up the elevated ground. Raising her gaze, she was left stunned and in shock. Some fifty yards in front of her stood a tall wooden cross, the body of a young girl still affixed to it. Silently cursing the bandits, Hana drew her longsword, slowly and carefully approaching the execution ground.
Yet nothing could have prepared Hana for what she was about to see. Exiting the small grove of trees blocking her view, Hana's gazed at the sight, stunned. She had found Entirelle. Completely naked, her inflamed skin covered in numerous jagged lacerations, Entirelle hung from another cross, long, thick iron nails pinning her forearms and feet to the wood. "Almost a full day...", Hana mused dazedly, cautiously approaching Entirelle's cross. She did not believe her friend still lived. She, however, was wrong.
Yet nothing could have prepared Hana for what she was about to see. Exiting the small grove of trees blocking her view, Hana's gazed at the sight, stunned. She had found Entirelle. Completely naked, her inflamed skin covered in numerous jagged lacerations, Entirelle hung from another cross, long, thick iron nails pinning her forearms and feet to the wood. "Almost a full day...", Hana mused dazedly, cautiously approaching Entirelle's cross. She did not believe her friend still lived. She, however, was wrong.
Magister_militum
Magistrate
Only the otherworldly quiet of the meadow allowed a thin, ragged whisper to reach Hana's ears.
“K...l. ... me....”
Seeing her fast friend grotesquely stretched out above, her arms and feet pierced by thick iron spikes, Hana wanted to vomit accumulated rage and grief. Crucified on either side of Entirelle were two young women. One, Hana did not know but the other...
"Kaori...", gasped Hana tearfully, gazing at her ravaged body. In that instant, a jolt of realization struck Hana. She had gotten distracted while Entirelle still somehow lingered. Hana knew what she had to do but the thought did not make it any easier. For the moment she entertained the thought of taking Entirelle down, just so she wouldn't expire up there only to realize she would cause her friend great pain and likely death just by taking her down.
"I am sorry, Enty.", spoke Hana with a demure expression, before stabbing her longsword underneath Entirelle's outstretched rib cage, piercing her heart, eliciting a brief groan of pain. As life rapidly left her, Entirelle wished to thank Hana or at least smile only for the final realization to hit her instead. She hadn't told Hana what evil lurked in the meadow. Her mouth slightly agape would not convey her last message as Entirelle's head slumped to the side, her eyes closing for the final time.
As her entire body quivered, Hana’s legs gave out. Holding on to the hilt of her longsword, Hana gazed downwards, tears running down her cheeks.
“K...l. ... me....”
Seeing her fast friend grotesquely stretched out above, her arms and feet pierced by thick iron spikes, Hana wanted to vomit accumulated rage and grief. Crucified on either side of Entirelle were two young women. One, Hana did not know but the other...
"Kaori...", gasped Hana tearfully, gazing at her ravaged body. In that instant, a jolt of realization struck Hana. She had gotten distracted while Entirelle still somehow lingered. Hana knew what she had to do but the thought did not make it any easier. For the moment she entertained the thought of taking Entirelle down, just so she wouldn't expire up there only to realize she would cause her friend great pain and likely death just by taking her down.
"I am sorry, Enty.", spoke Hana with a demure expression, before stabbing her longsword underneath Entirelle's outstretched rib cage, piercing her heart, eliciting a brief groan of pain. As life rapidly left her, Entirelle wished to thank Hana or at least smile only for the final realization to hit her instead. She hadn't told Hana what evil lurked in the meadow. Her mouth slightly agape would not convey her last message as Entirelle's head slumped to the side, her eyes closing for the final time.
As her entire body quivered, Hana’s legs gave out. Holding on to the hilt of her longsword, Hana gazed downwards, tears running down her cheeks.
Magister_militum
Magistrate
She, however, would not be left to her grief for long. In the corner of her eye, Hana spotted three ancient-looking swords approaching her. Hana knew the spirits holding the weapons were wraiths, sheer malice given form. The chill aura they radiated betrayed their locations and Hana effortlessly blocked an attack aimed at her upper torso, immediately stabbing the wraith with her longsword. The weapon destroyed the wraith instantly as its fuller was lined with pure silver, a bane of undead and spirits both. The other two wraiths attacked simultaneously but Hana stood her ground, slashing at and destroying yet another wraith. She could not fathom how the spirits managed to capture Entirelle and Kaori, both having been fine soldiers, the former nearly hear equal in martial prowess. Her rage once again overflowing, Hana struck hard at the last wraith’s sword, the force of the impact pushing it downwards, breaking the spirit's defense. Quickly finishing off the wraith before it could recover, Hana let out a sigh of relief, catching her breath. Unfortunately, the moment of relief would not last.
Magister_militum
Magistrate
Hearing a clang of metal, Hana immediately turned her head. Where there had previously been nothing but thin air, eight long iron blades now levitated. The wraiths advanced, quickly assailing yet another foolish guard who had come to investigate the area. Hana slashed and stabbed with her longsword in the direction of her invisible foes, but, at the same time, could not block all of their attacks. Although the Imperial half-armor protected her vital spots, long bloody gashes appeared where the wraiths’ blades found their mark. Slowly retreating back towards Kaori’s cross, Hana breathed heavily, holding her longsword in a middle guard.
“Just how many of the fiends roosted in this cursed place?”, Hana wondered gripping the handle of her longsword tightly, cutting down the two wraiths that came at her.
Despite not seeing them, Hana could feel the presence of the wraiths and when they neared her. Suddenly, having mustered her resolve, she charged. If she was to die in battle, she could at least take as many as possible wraiths down with her. Putting all of her weight into the thrust, she skewered the first wraith in front of her, reaching for the dagger strapped to her back to parry the blade she was sure was behind her. Grabbing nothing but air, Hana was momentarily perplexed. Then she remembered. She had forgotten to retrieve the dagger from the table she had stabbed with it. Hana’s eyes widened in disbelief at her carelessness. Carelessness that had now left her lower back completely exposed. The wraith struck quickly, only, instead of skewering Hana, it quickly turned the blade, striking the girl’s lower back with the sword’s iron pommel. Feeling the full force of the hit against her spine, Hana cried out in pain. Unable to remain standing, she fell on her knees, her longsword escaping her grasp. Raising her head, Hana’s gaze met with the three swords aimed at her head and neck. Despite her valiant struggle, she knew it was over.
“Just how many of the fiends roosted in this cursed place?”, Hana wondered gripping the handle of her longsword tightly, cutting down the two wraiths that came at her.
Despite not seeing them, Hana could feel the presence of the wraiths and when they neared her. Suddenly, having mustered her resolve, she charged. If she was to die in battle, she could at least take as many as possible wraiths down with her. Putting all of her weight into the thrust, she skewered the first wraith in front of her, reaching for the dagger strapped to her back to parry the blade she was sure was behind her. Grabbing nothing but air, Hana was momentarily perplexed. Then she remembered. She had forgotten to retrieve the dagger from the table she had stabbed with it. Hana’s eyes widened in disbelief at her carelessness. Carelessness that had now left her lower back completely exposed. The wraith struck quickly, only, instead of skewering Hana, it quickly turned the blade, striking the girl’s lower back with the sword’s iron pommel. Feeling the full force of the hit against her spine, Hana cried out in pain. Unable to remain standing, she fell on her knees, her longsword escaping her grasp. Raising her head, Hana’s gaze met with the three swords aimed at her head and neck. Despite her valiant struggle, she knew it was over.
Magister_militum
Magistrate
Instead of finishing her off, two wraiths grabbed Hana’s arms, while the others began to tear at her armor, ripping off the plates one by one. Hana attempted to kick the wraiths but could only cringe in horror as the wraiths began to strip her clothes, wincing when wraiths’ talons cut into the soft skin of her abdomen as they ripped apart her leather coat. Before long, Hana was covered in many bloody gashes, completely nude other than the small loincloth, a remnant of her undergarments.
Her arms held tightly, Hana gritted her teeth furiously as she watched the wraiths separating Entirelle’s arm and feet from the beams they had been nailed to, leaving the spikes in Entirelle’s limbs. For a brief moment, Entirelle hung only by her left arm, before the wraiths detached it as well, letting her body fall to the ground like an old sack. Just the sight of bloody pointed spikes protruding from Entirelle’s torn skin and flesh nauseated Hana. At the same time, another wraith had been releasing Kaori’s body, the resulting thud from her fall to the ground stinging Hana’s heavy heart greatly. Raising her gaze to avoid looking at the broken bodies of her friends, Hana suddenly froze. The heavy horizontal beam of Entirelle’s cross, now separated from its main part was slowly moving towards her. Despite the pleasant warmth of the summer morning, Hana's entire body shivered.
Her arms held tightly, Hana gritted her teeth furiously as she watched the wraiths separating Entirelle’s arm and feet from the beams they had been nailed to, leaving the spikes in Entirelle’s limbs. For a brief moment, Entirelle hung only by her left arm, before the wraiths detached it as well, letting her body fall to the ground like an old sack. Just the sight of bloody pointed spikes protruding from Entirelle’s torn skin and flesh nauseated Hana. At the same time, another wraith had been releasing Kaori’s body, the resulting thud from her fall to the ground stinging Hana’s heavy heart greatly. Raising her gaze to avoid looking at the broken bodies of her friends, Hana suddenly froze. The heavy horizontal beam of Entirelle’s cross, now separated from its main part was slowly moving towards her. Despite the pleasant warmth of the summer morning, Hana's entire body shivered.
Execution Centurion
Spectator
Three girls looked so sadly and pitiful
Magister_militum
Magistrate
They didn't deserve that, especially poor Kaori. Should have died fighting but hindsight is a bitch.
Magister_militum
Magistrate
Two wraiths carried the heavy wooden beam, placing it on the ground a few yards behind Hana. Not wasting time, another wraith grabbed the girl’s bound hand, yanking her towards the timber. Hana attempted to dig in her heels but the grass, still slick from morning dew offered no support. Once she was dragged to her destination, a wraith violently hit Hana in the sternum with the pommel of its sword, causing her to cry out in pain and fall backwards. Her arms and hands were quickly pinned to the beam by the strong undead hands of the wraiths. Utterly defeated and without a chance to escape, Hana watched in horror as the wraiths extracted the nails from Entirelle’s arms. As the two nails slowly approached her, Hana let out a weak whimper, betraying her terrible fear of what was to come, her heart beating faster than it had ever beat before.
Magister_militum
Magistrate
Holding her arm tightly, the wraith placed a small, thin, wooden slab on Hana’s forearm, just below her wrist. Her body trembling, Hana’s gaze focused on the nail seemingly standing atop the wooden slab. Without warning, the wraith pushed the nail downwards, instantly piercing through the piece of wood and into the soft skin of Hana’s right forearm. As the tip of the nail bit into her skin, Hana’s eyes widened in shock, and her teeth clenched. With the nail secured, the wraith pushed it further.
AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! AAAAAAAAAH!!!!
Hana screamed from the top of her lungs as the nail burrowed through her forearm, tearing the soft flesh as it went through. It took all of Hana’s willpower not to try and rip her arms from the beam. The entire time, she screamed and wailed as the ravaged flesh between the bones of her forearms radiated unceasing waves of pain. The wraiths were efficient and methodical, managing to avoid both the bones and important veins so Hana would be able to “dance” on her cross and not die a relatively quick death from blood loss. Both of her forearms nailed, Hana quietly sobbed, taking many a shallow breath with her mouth. Remaining as still as possible did not dull the pain but it thankfully added no additional pain, either. Hana had heard from other women that childbirth was the most painful experience a woman could suffer. None of them were being crucified, Hana's pain-deluded mind mused.
AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! AAAAAAAAAH!!!!
Hana screamed from the top of her lungs as the nail burrowed through her forearm, tearing the soft flesh as it went through. It took all of Hana’s willpower not to try and rip her arms from the beam. The entire time, she screamed and wailed as the ravaged flesh between the bones of her forearms radiated unceasing waves of pain. The wraiths were efficient and methodical, managing to avoid both the bones and important veins so Hana would be able to “dance” on her cross and not die a relatively quick death from blood loss. Both of her forearms nailed, Hana quietly sobbed, taking many a shallow breath with her mouth. Remaining as still as possible did not dull the pain but it thankfully added no additional pain, either. Hana had heard from other women that childbirth was the most painful experience a woman could suffer. None of them were being crucified, Hana's pain-deluded mind mused.
Magister_militum
Magistrate
Not caring for her sobs, the wraiths quickly picked up the beam to which Hana’s forearms were affixed, raising it just enough to force the girl into a sitting posture. The repositioning caused Hana great amount of pain, but what she saw next hurt her heart just as much. Her friends’ broken bodies were being pulled away from her by their limbs, and towards a small muddy pond at the edge of the meadow. Entirelle’s and Kaori’s stiff bodies slid over slick grass, still wet from morning dew. Upon reaching the edge of the pond, the wraiths unceremoniously tossed Entirelle’s body in first, the diligent captain partially sinking into the mud. Kaori’s body experienced the same fate, landing on top of Entirelle’s, her dead, glassy eyes continuing to stare into nothingness through the muddy water of the pond. Seeing her friends’ bodies disrespectfully tossed into the water like trash, Hana let out a prolonged shriek of pain and anguish.
Magister_militum
Magistrate
Shortly after dumping the two girls' bodies, two wraiths grabbed the beam to which Hana's arms were nailed and began dragging it towards the upright beam. The sudden jerk as the beam tilted shocked Hana even though she knew what the next phase of her execution would be. Loud groans escaped Hana's throat as she was being mercilessly dragged, the nails in her forearms grinding against the torn flesh and nerves. As they began raising her up the main beam, Hana clenched her teeth but could not stand the pain as her entire body weight pulled against two sharp pieces of iron in her forearms, which now pushed against the bones of her wrists. Her eyes shut tightly, Hana screamed as she realized the purposefully slow raising was deliberate - simply another way to exacerbate her already indescribably horrible torture. In order to relieve some of the pressure on her wrists, Hana attempted to hold onto the rough wood with her feet and calves, succeeding in her intention but, sadly, failing to dull any of the pain. Reaching the top of the vertical beam, Hana's body slumped, her weight pushing the patibulum down, reconnecting it with the main beam . Her body unsupported, Hana hung only by her fully extended arms, struggling to breathe. If only she would be left like that - to quickly and mercifully asphyxiate, Hana thought wistfully. The sight of another, even longer nail nearing her from below brought her back to grim reality: her death would not be a quick and merciful one, but rather, a pitiful struggle until her torn muscles eventually gave out. Hana simply could not watch what was about to happen, turning her head and gnashing her teeth in grim anticipation.
bodnardavid1026
Spectator
This is animation very very good i like 
Magister_militum
Magistrate
Forgoing the wooden slab this time, the wraith positioned Hana's feet one atop the other before placing the long nail atop Hana's right foot. Achieving the angling it desired, the wraith pushed the nail into Hana's foot.
AAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAAH!!!
The pain Hana felt reminded her of a time when, as a young trainee, she had stabbed her foot with a spear. Still, the pain she felt then was nothing compared to the sheer, concentrated agony as the long iron spike, still slick with Entirelle's blood, tore through her feet, ripping flesh and crushing bone on its way. After what seemed far longer than
twenty seconds, Hana's feet were securely affixed to the wood, providing her body some support but at the expense of terrible pain. Hana screamed and writhed, attempting to shift her weight and find a slightly less agonizing position which would prove an impossible task.
Dawn turned into day as Hana's throat grew hoarse from her incessant screaming. Not even ten minutes had passed but Hana was already baffled at how a human being could withstand so much pain without their mind breaking. Gazing at the cast iron nail heads protruding from her forearms and the right foot, the situation once again became clear to Hana. Hours? A full day? Multiple days? How long she would suffer, she could not guess. Scourged as she was, Entirelle (who was physically weaker than Hana) lasted for a full day. In her mind's eye, she could clearly see Entirelle's face - her tortured, resigned gaze. Yet more tears flowed down Hana's cheeks, the crucified girl fully comprehending her miserable fate. 21 years of her life had led to this. She was crucified. In time, her pain would progressively grow even worse, her muscles would tear, and her shoulders dislocate, leaving only her legs to push her upwards. Her last moments would be spent in agony, desperately gasping for the shallowest breath until death finally took her. Hana's whole body shook as she sobbed inconsolably. Who was it that first devised such a gruesome punishment, using only two pieces of wood and three iron nails?
AAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAAH!!!
The pain Hana felt reminded her of a time when, as a young trainee, she had stabbed her foot with a spear. Still, the pain she felt then was nothing compared to the sheer, concentrated agony as the long iron spike, still slick with Entirelle's blood, tore through her feet, ripping flesh and crushing bone on its way. After what seemed far longer than
twenty seconds, Hana's feet were securely affixed to the wood, providing her body some support but at the expense of terrible pain. Hana screamed and writhed, attempting to shift her weight and find a slightly less agonizing position which would prove an impossible task.
Dawn turned into day as Hana's throat grew hoarse from her incessant screaming. Not even ten minutes had passed but Hana was already baffled at how a human being could withstand so much pain without their mind breaking. Gazing at the cast iron nail heads protruding from her forearms and the right foot, the situation once again became clear to Hana. Hours? A full day? Multiple days? How long she would suffer, she could not guess. Scourged as she was, Entirelle (who was physically weaker than Hana) lasted for a full day. In her mind's eye, she could clearly see Entirelle's face - her tortured, resigned gaze. Yet more tears flowed down Hana's cheeks, the crucified girl fully comprehending her miserable fate. 21 years of her life had led to this. She was crucified. In time, her pain would progressively grow even worse, her muscles would tear, and her shoulders dislocate, leaving only her legs to push her upwards. Her last moments would be spent in agony, desperately gasping for the shallowest breath until death finally took her. Hana's whole body shook as she sobbed inconsolably. Who was it that first devised such a gruesome punishment, using only two pieces of wood and three iron nails?
IgnikaMarcus
Governor
Lovely stuff.
Magister_militum
Magistrate
The hours of the morning passed slowly as a crucified girl "danced" on her cross. Every time she needed air or when the pain in her shoulders grew too much to bear, Hana would be forced to lift herself upwards, experiencing jolts of terrible pain from her forearms and feet. This rondo of agony went on seemingly indefinitely. At one point, nearly two hours into the rhythm, as she returned to her original position, Hana felt lightheaded. Before she could guess the reason, Hana's head fell. Slowly losing consciousness, she thought of her deceased friends, Entirelle and Kaori. They had come to the meadow seeking only to investigate the area, coming across a crucified girl whose lifeless body still hung from a cross to Hana's left. Ambushed, scourged, and, finally, crucified, together they endured their agony, perhaps even comforting each other as they suffered. How terrible was it to die alone... Hana's thoughts slowly faded as her eyes closed. Occasional minutes of tranquil oblivion would be all the relief she could hope for.
