The Last Gasp (2)

Morning had come, and with it a new dawn on the Carthaginian people.

Julius, his party, and the palace staff were hard at work starting very early in the morning.

At the foot of the palace steps a palanquin was hastily built as a stage for that morning events.

Seeing the work being done those still prowling the city streets, or just early risers heard the noise of construction, some pitched in to assist while others look on with bated breath.

Finally as the suns light illuminated the entire capital, and construction had ceased there upon the stage stood Zeff's mercenary slave who'd since changed their present armour for some hasitly repainted Carthaginian knight armour, standing guard with their weapons at the ready.

To the sides three crucified each were placed with a noble apiece strapped to them bound tightly with ropes, and lastly a noose around their necks.