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April 2008
Topic Started: Nov 5 2009, 10:37 PM (3,969 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 6:00 pm
Tatiana


Brendyn
 
"My mother used the same methods of healing...the tea
always tasted nasty and bitter."


"This won't be that bad I promise. It'll have a very
sweet, tangy taste to it. I was taught the recipe at a very
young age from both my mother and grandmother who were both
Healers. I chose a very different path from theirs, though."
Tatiana said while watching as he carefully removed his armor
to place it against the wall then toss the tunic on the floor
near the cot.

Brendyn
 
”It is better to tend to one while sitting near to the
patient, is it not?"


"Yes, you're quite right in that logic, Brendyn." She replied
feeling a small blush color her cheeks at her error in
judgement and getting up while still holding onto the little
bag in her tiny hand walked over to the cot that he now sat on
to sit down next to him.
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Author: linnet
Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 7:37 pm

Gawain


When Gawain reached the knights’ quarters he hurried past the
door to Galahad’s room, determined not to hear whatever might
be taking place inside. At his own door, he hesitated, his
hand not quite willing to push it open. If there was no note,
then that was it. He’d find out nothing more. Steeling
himself, he entered. His eyes swept the room for a note or
letter, but what they found infuriated and saddened him both
at once. On the small table next to their (his) bed were 3
neatly stacked rows of coins – all the money he had left
behind with Brianna. It was as clear as if she had written a
note that said “I don’t need you, or anything to do with you.”
He’d have felt better if she had taken it all. He could have
been righteously angry. Instead he’d been made insignificant.
Was he so unfit in her eyes to be a father to their child that
she just walked away from everything they had together? It was
true that he hadn’t jumped up and down with joy when he
learned she was pregnant. But he would have done his best. He
never would have abandoned her.

He sat down heavily on the bed, and ran his hand through his
hair. Other than the stacked coins, there was absolutely no
trace of Brianna left. Nothing. It was as if she had never
been there. The knight started to disassemble what remained of
the splint that Brendyn had rigged up. It wasn’t doing him any
good since the Woad attack, and was just in the way of getting
out of his putrid clothing. He was surprised to find that part
of what had held it together was actually a Roman cape –
Brendyn’s no doubt. Hell, he’d find the soldier and give it
back sometime. With the splint off he could see that his arm
was out of whack again, but he’d known that. Getting the dirty
garments off, and clean non-duty things on wasn’t easy with
one working arm. He knew he was putting fresh material over an
unwashed, disgusting body, but he just wasn’t up to the task
of bathing now. Maybe later. As he grabbed a clean shirt to
put on, he realized that something was missing from the room.
He rummaged through all his clothes to be sure. It was
definitely gone – his white linen shirt that Brianna always
wore to bed and for lounging in their room. She had told him
she loved to wear it because it had touched him and smelled of
him. Whenever she had it washed, she would first make him wear
it again before she confiscated it as her own. And oh, she had
looked so good in it, her beautiful bare legs mesmerizing him.
She had taken it with her. He honestly didn’t know what to
think. Maybe it should have made him feel better, but instead
he had to swallow a lump in his throat.

When he finished dressing, leaving his dirty stuff tossed
haphazardly around the floor, he picked up a handful of the
coins and headed back outside – straight to the tavern.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sat Apr 19, 2008 8:34 pm
Brendyn


Brendyn kept his eyes on her, though he could feel the
exhaustion seeping into his body. He had been aware of it, but
only now, when he was sitting and relaxed, he felt it even
more....except for the disturbing closeness of Tatiana...

"There should be a mug next to the wash basin, Tatiana,"
Brendyn stretched his body and yawned, then shivered as the
movement sent chills down his spine. "So, you come from a
villiage not far from here? I am from a villiage near the
coastal region of Brittany." He had felt her eyes on him while
he had removed his armor and tunic, but was glad that she had
not seen the wince he made as pain and tightness moved over
his upper body. The wound under his left arm would take time
to heal as well as the one on the lower part of the same
arm...

Tatiana
 
"This won't be that bad I promise. It'll have a very
sweet, tangy taste to it. I was taught the recipe at a
very young age from both my mother and grandmother who
were both Healers. I chose a very different path from
theirs, though."


"Ah," Brendyn said softly, "What other path did you choose?
Me? I always wanted to serve Rome...so I joined the legion."
He looked out the window for a moment wondering what was
happening over in his homeland. It was so diffrent from here:
the land of woads and attacking Saxons....what other dangerous
adventures waited outside the walls? Plus he was now under the
Command of a legendary Commander that even Antonius had told
him of...as though Artorius Castus was a Roman Legend. Derfel
had assured him of Arthur's personality, and Brendyn could not
wait to begin serving the man....

Tatiana
 
"Yes, you're quite right in that logic, Brendyn."


As Tatiana spoke, Brendyn smiled inwardly to see her slightly
blush. Deep blue eyes watched as the young woman sat next to
him, and he could smell earthy herbal sweet smells. He did not
know her well, but she was as delicate a creature as he had
ever seen...

"Well, let's hope this potion of yours tastes as good as you
say it does..." Brendyn said as if to break the ice while he
shivered again. He felt hot and cold at once, but he had to
get well by the morning or Malcus, he was sure, would have his
head on a silver platter...

Though Brendyn was beginning to feel the stresses of the day
as well as the chills, he could not help but notice that the
fire in the hearth cast a golden shadow on her face and
hair...
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 9:16 am

Linnette


After Jols had left Gedeon's saddlebags in her room, neatly at
the base of the dresser, Linnette stood uncertainly before
them for a moment, sniffling back occasional tears. She
wanted, in a way, to open them and go through what was inside-
but in a way, she also didn't think she could take doing that
now. But it also didn't seem right to just leave them
there...the only remnants of Gedeon, all by themselves in the
cold, dark bedroom. For a moment, Linnette had almost made up
her mind not to go to the chapel after all, to just stay here,
curl herself around the saddlebags, and cry- but then the
sound of the bell, tolling for evening prayer, decided her in
the opposite direction. The rich sound brought visions of the
candlelit chapel, the warm, flickering light on the walls, and
the candle she would light just for Gedeon, and the prayers
she would say for him-and she knew she had to go. Reluctance
to leave the saddlebags alone was mere fantasy- prayers were
her duty towards Gedeon now.

And she had to hurry, or she would be late. Quickly, on a
whim, she heaved the saddlebags up onto the bed, placing them
just in front of the pillows with pats and adjustments almost
as if they were living things which deserved her care. She
stopped herself just short of drawing the blanket over them-
that was beyond foolishness. Then, turning and opening the top
drawer of the dresser, which held various oddments of both her
and Gedeon's provenance, she rummaged around in it and came up
with a length of twine- something that he had once used
to...well, to do a temporary fix on something, she wasn't sure
what. Anyway, it was the right length. She stuck the end of
the twine through the center of Gedeon's ring- which she had
carefully carried this whole time, never letting it out of her
hand- and then tied the twine around her neck, a rough,
makeshift necklace, a small, heavy weight hanging over her
heart. She sobbed and sniffed again, before once more
suppressing it in preparation for going out to the chapel.

Linnette felt herself fortunate that there were relatively few
people about. She was very nearly late for the prayers,
slipping in the door and onto a bench just as the priest was
beginning to speak. He saw her enter, and shot her a look of
sympathy that made tears cloud Linnette's vision again, and
she hung her head to hide them as best she could. That same
priest, of course, had married her to Gedeon scarcely four
months ago. But he would never say Gedeon's funeral mass-
there was no body to consign to the earth. Nothing. Nothing
but prayers, candles, and come summer, a fatherless child.

Linnette scarcely heard the rest of the prayers. She was too
lost in her own world, her head bent over the back of the pew
in front of her, letting the tears flow silently from her
eyes. Afterwards, when the small congregation started to leave
their places, she went to the front to light her candle, her
eyes straight ahead of her, her face set into as dignified an
expression as she could, tears still wet on her cheeks.
Several people approached her, offering their sympathies; she
nodded and murmurred some appropriate things, but kept her
interactions short. She had no wish to linger with any of
them, no desire, perhaps ironically, to see their looks of
pity. Even when the priest approached her, as she was kneeling
before the rank of candles, she could hardly look at him. She
had, after all, looked up into his face, solemnly, but
happily, during her marriage ceremony. Even now, it reminded
her too much of that day.

Mercifully, he seemed to understand; he retreated after only a
moment, assuring her that she was welcome to come talk to him
any time, and even more welcome to stay in God's house as long
as she wished. He quoted something from the Bible as he
stepped back from her, something intended to be a reassurance-
"God shall wipe away all the tears from their eyes, and there
shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying." From the
Revelation, of course. She knew it well- she had heard it at
how many funeral masses before? But in only made her tears
flow again.










Tristan

Hmmmph. The usual goings on in the tavern. Tristan saw Malcus
go off with some wench, that new man, Brendyn, leave in the
company of that stable woman, Tati-whatever-her-name-was. He
saw Alina come and go, taking food presumably intended for
Galahad's sustenance with her. But not a trace of that blonde
whore he had seen in the courtyard earlier. Discontented, he
took out one of his knives from its booth sheath and began to
spin it idly on the table top. If it stopped pointing to the
right, he would wait a little longer for her, perhaps. Left,
and he would choose some other woman to give his coin to for
the night. Down, and he would just go to bed. Up, and...what
should up mean? He spun- and got up. Spun again, and got left.
Unsatisfactory answer. He flicked at the knife blade with his
fingernail, while with the other hand he picked up his mug and
drained it of ale. Maybe he would just go to bed, then. He was
just leaning forward, ready to stand up from the table, when
he noticed Gawain entering the tavern- alone.

That seemed a little odd- and the more so when Tristan
considered that he hadn't noticed Brianna in the courtyard to
greet him, either. He had seen Gawain exchange a few words
with Fiona, but no more than that. He caught Gawain's eye from
across the room and gave him a questioning look, pointing over
his shoulder at a woman at a nearby table, then at Gawain, to
indicate that that was what he was talking about. He was
curious to know the reason Brianna hadn't been around-
especially considering she was a Woad, and the Woads had
recently attacked the fort. Had she turned traitor, then? Not
surprising- Woads were Woads, in Tristan's opinion, and there
was no changing them- but it was too bad for Gawain. He had
given rather more of his heart to her than was wise.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 9:39 am
Derfel


Linnesse appeared to react much in the same way – complete
shock – that Derfel had when Stian informed him of his
parentage. But at least she was not pulling away in complete
disgust. The enemy, the man responsible for the threat to
hundreds of British lives and Gedeon’s death was Derfel’s
birthright. Somehow he’d have to reconcile it all in his head
and in his heart….and by the gods; Derfel prayed that Linnesse
could guide him in that quest. He sighed resignedly while
attempting to meet her gaze again.

Linnesse
 
"Derfel, that must have been..."


Her hand on his cheek gave Derfel encouragement…and great
comfort. Her gentle kiss on his brow even more so. Thus Derfel
finally lifted his gaze to meet Linnesse’s worried yet
compassionate expression. It seemed that she still loved him.
Thank the gods.

Linnesse
 
"...absolutely horrible...but- they recognized you,
after all this time? How awful that you had to see that,
that you had to..."


“Horrible, it surely was….” Derfel whispered while his gaze
once again dropped to where Linnesse’s tiny fingers stroked at
his hand. Was he ashamed of his heritage? Not really….but
certainly it would be much easier to stomach had his father
not led an attempt at an invasion against the people of
Britain.

“Father accused me of being a traitor to my own people,”
Derfel went on, meeting Linnesse’s gaze again and forcing
himself to get it all out. He’d never be able to reconcile it
otherwise.

“But the worst of it was trying to stop the fight between
father and Arthur…I knew one had to kill the other….and I was
powerless to stop it ad I just couldn’t get there fast enough.
And if I had, how could I have chosen to spare one life over
the other? Gods, Linnesse…it was terrible,” Derfel expounded
and leaned his forehead against Linnesse’s with a sigh. He
closed his eyes for a moment as the vision of that night took
over his senses again. Derfel had chosen his commander’s life
over his father’s in a heartbeat when he’d raised his blade to
block Aelle’s sword. It had been Arthur to give him a chance
at a better life…an honourable life in servitude to an
honourable man. And Aelle had died before Derfel could
explain…before Derfel could beg his forgiveness. But Aelle had
offered a kind word and an affectionate smile before his life
force had left him for the Otherworld.

“Somehow I feel responsible, Linnesse,” Derfel went on,
determined to give Linnesse the chance here and now to either
help him or denounce him.

“What if I’d known about Aelle before we rode on the mission?
I could have gone on ahead and tried to talk with my father….I
might have been able to stop it all, Linnesse…and Gedeon
would….he’d not have….” Derfel’s voice cracked and he had to
suppress a small sob as he turned his head to bury his face in
the crook of Linnesse’s neck. Derfel had thought he’d shed
every last tear back on that battlefield….but a few more came
as he recounted the whole mess now with Linnesse.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 10:39 am
Neeria


The minute she heard the maniacal laugh, Neeria knew what the
guard wanted. The woad gathered the blanket around her body
and slid across the cell floor to the far corner. Neeria knew
that she did not have the strength to fight off the Roman. Her
wound had not been treated, she lacked food and water - she
would be an easy catch for him.

Leaving the cell door open for the sliver of light that shined
through, the guard walked slowly toward her, adjusting the
armor of his guard uniform. As he got close to her, Neeria
curled herself into a ball - at least she wouldn't make it
easy for him. The Roman suddenly sprung forward and started
snatching away at the blanket. Neeria fought to hold onto the
only thing that separated her from the foul guard but he was
very strong. The woad began kicking outward, trying to keep
him at a distance, but her kicks were weak and the guard was
determined. Neeria tried to scratch at him but she lacked the
strength to do real damage. The Roman began to pull on
Neeria's leather breast straps, exposing her breasts. The man
roughly squeezed them and laughed. She tried to bite his hands
but he smacked her hard. White blinding pain seared the side
of the woman's face as the guard continued to struggle with
her.

The Roman pinned Neeria to the cold, slimy floor with his
body, trying to force her legs open. She felt the ability to
fight slowly leaving her body. She briefly thought of Mikel or
that maybe the scout would return but she knew in her heart he
would not. The guard ripped at Neeria's pants, stuffing his
other hand in his own, trying to free himself. The stench of
him and his heavy breathing sickened her. Neeria closed her
eyes and hoped it would be over soon.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 11:22 am
Tatiana


Brendyn
 
"There should be a mug next to the wash basin, Tatiana,"
"So, you come from a villiage not far from here? I am
from a villiage near the coastal region of Brittany."


Getting up from the bed, and heading over to the wash basin
Tatiana saw the mug that he spoke of. Filling it up only
halfway then, brought it back to the cot where he sat. Not
sure what time he'd need to be up the next morning for duty,
she added a small amount to it.

"Yes, I sometimes go home for the midday meal with my family."
Tatiana replied nodding.

Brendyn
 
"Ah," "What other path did you choose?"


"I work in the stables taking care of the horses." She said
after mixing potion and handing him the cup containing a sweet
smelling, reddish-brown liquid.

"I wasn't sure when you had to be up, Brendyn, so I only added
enough to let you get a good night's sleep. I'll leave the
rest of the packet with you, though."

Seeing him shiver, she reached over and with the back of her
tiny hand touched first his forehead and after sending a brief
thought to the Lady that hopefully he wasn't ticklish, briefly
under his chin with her fingertips for any indications of a
fever.

Thankfully not feeling any fever, Tatiana got up and went over
to stoke the fire in the hearth til it blazed brightly warming
the little room.

"There, that should help. How did that taste, Brendyn?" She
asked him curiously.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 11:47 am

Arthur, Neeve, and Darya


Lancelot
 
"Oh yes you damn well can, Castus. What am I? A pretty
face to tend your wounds? I am your second - I can see
Merlin in your stead."


What? Pretty face? Was he serious? Arthur attempted to focus
on Lancelot’s angular, and yes handsome, face as the knight
stood in front of the Roman. He felt a surge of anger at
hearing Lancelot’s tone though, but quickly quelled it.
Despite his fever, Arthur still knew how to best manage
Lancelot and it was not always superlative to meet the other
man’s anger with his own heated words. His vision was still
disturbingly blurry, but he swore that he could ‘feel’ the
other man’s annoyance even if Arthur could not clearly see
Lancelot to read him. Their physical relationship might have
been severed, yet for Arthur the strong emotional bond between
them was seemingly stronger than ever. Briefly, the Roman
squeezed his eyes shut and attempted to clear his head. And
when he re-opened his intensely green eyes, Arthur looked up
at Lancelot with a surprisingly tenderness that he rarely
showed the other man. He would not risk losing Lancelot to
Merlin despite his faith in his First Knight’s survival
abilities. No, Arthur would send another with better skills at
negotiation and far less personal history with the Woad
leader. If I cannot regain enough strength to face Merlin
myself.

Lancelot
 
"I promise I won't kill him outright."


“No you will not. Because you will not be going, my friend, I
need you here,” Arthur answered with a firm yet gentle tone.
It was a poor excuse as the Commander had both Darya and Neeve
to tend him. But Arthur knew that Lancelot would do what must
be done to keep the Commander’s weakened condition hidden.

The pot finally began to boil and Darya brought the thing –
carefully – back to the healer as requested. At least the task
of carrying the water thankfully hid the shakiness in her
hands. Darya set the pot on the table and Neeve wasted no time
in pouring a cup to make a herbal tea for Arthur to drink.

“Commander, you are going nowhere tonight. Don’t even try it,”
Neeve sternly reprimanding Arthur while returning to her
position directly in front of him. She held the prepared salve
in one hand and clean cloth for bandages in the other while
briefly cutting her eyes at Lancelot. Neeve knew the First
Knight would aid her in keeping Arthur in his bed and no doubt
Darya would as well. Between the three of them, Arthur had no
chance. Wasting no time, the Briton began to apply the salve
while Arthur and Lancelot continued.

Arthur sucked in a breath the moment Neeve’s fingers touched
his side; the salve felt cold as it came into contact with his
feverish and inflamed skin.

“Well that settles the matter then, hm?” Arthur grunted at
Neeve in contempt; with a wry smile that did not quite reach
his tired eyes. But in truth, he knew Neeve to be correct.
Arthur’s head simply would not clear and he was beginning to
feel as if he could no longer sit upright, let alone stand or
even continue to argue with them. Darya had returned to his
side on the bed and offered Arthur a mug of steaming tea. He
accepted it and gave his lover a small smile in appreciation.
She still appeared pale to Arthur….and something in her dark
eyes still had the Roman concerned. But as Neeve wrapped clean
cloth around Arthur’s midsection, his attention was back on
the throbbing pain in his side. He flinched despite his best
efforts to hide his discomfort.

“Arthur, drink the tea. It will help. And then I want you to
lie down, without further argument,” Neeve said as she
completed the task of bandaging the Roman’s side. She stood to
remove Arthur’s cut open tunic and then looked expectantly to
Lancelot for help in getting the Roman situated on the bed.

Darya gently rested a hand on Arthur’s thigh while the Roman
finally sipped at the mug of tea. He pulled a face at the
strong herbal taste and licked at his bottom lip to sooth the
cracked flesh after contact with the hot liquid.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 12:37 pm
Linnesse


Derfel
 
“Horrible, it surely was…Father accused me of being a
traitor to my own people. But the worst of it was trying
to stop the fight between Father and Arthur…I knew one
had to kill the other…and I was powerless to stop it and
I just couldn’t get there fast enough. And if I had, how
could I have chosen to spare one life over the other?
Gods, Linnesse…it was terrible. Somehow I feel
responsible, Linnesse. What if I’d known about Aelle
before we rode on the mission? I could have gone on
ahead and tried to talk with my father…I might have been
able to stop it all, Linnesse…and Gedeon would…he’d not
have…”


“Love…” Linnesse murmured protestingly, her arms now coming up
around Derfel as he hid his face in the crook of her neck. She
could feel a moisture where his cheeks touched her skin that
could only be tears- and it was enough to break her heart all
over again. She had never before seen Derfel cry- though she
had cried in front of him on quite a few occasions, for a
variety of reasons. Now, she rubbed her hands up and down his
back again, soothing him like a child, while she turned her
head to kiss the top of his head.

“I know you did all you could,” she continued, meaning both
the situation with his father, and that with Gedeon. Derfel
would never have let either of them die if there had been a
choice- of that Linnesse was utterly sure. But with his father
at the head of an enemy army- there was surely little enough
anyone could do.

“It’s not your fault,” she added, her voice near to a whisper.
Outside, the sound slightly muffled by the cloudiness of the
night, the bell of the fort’s church tolled, signaling the
beginning of evening prayer. Linnette would be there, saying
her prayers of mourning, and Linnesse’s own eyes clouded up
imagining it. She bent her head and hid her face in Derfel’s
hair, pressing him close, breathing in the scent of him and
letting the tears flow down her own cheeks. It had been a
terrible mission indeed.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 1:25 pm
Brendyn


He watched her with hidden interest as Tatiana got up and went
to fetch the mug which she had filled with water and added the
herbs to the water. Brendyn still wondered about
her....somehow he felt like a cat with its prey close by. He
noted how his body had responded unseen to her closeness...he
wished he could know what his lips would be like against
hers...

Tatiana
 
"Yes, I sometimes go home for the midday meal with my
family."


"So you are free to come and go from this fort to go home for
lunch?" Brendyn raised an eyebrow in question, but he did not
dispute the fact further. Most forts were "funny" about
leaving people to come and go at will. He nodded his head,
"You are lucky to have family, Tatiana. I have not seen my
parents in a very long time...since I joined the Legion..."
His fingers touched hers as he took the mug of sweet herbed
tea from her, and took a sip. The sweet smell of it was enough
to make anyone think of the heady fragrance of a field...

Tatiana
 
"I work in the stables taking care of the horses." "I
wasn't sure when you had to be up, Brendyn, so I only
added enough to let you get a good night's sleep. I'll
leave the rest of the packet with you, though."


"I own a horse named Tyranus. Perhaps I will introduce you to
him...Later."

The drink reminded him of something Veronica had given him
once...same herbs, but this one was a different mixture. Still
it reminded him of his lover...Antonius's wife whom he never
saw again after the Commander had sent her back to Rome.

Brendyn set the mug down on the table next to the bed, but
then turned to her as she reached out to feel his
forehead....then to his chin. His eyes watched her move from
his side to the fire to tend to it, and Brendyn tentivly got
up from where he sat on the bed and moved next to her by the
fire...

Tatiana
 
"There, that should help. How did that taste, Brendyn?"


"It does help, and it tasted fine....but there are other
things sweeter to taste," Brendyn narrowed his eyes softly as
he took her chin in his hand, and made her look at him while
he took the poker from her. Brendyn stared at the young woman
as he slowly reached with his right hand, and caught her
delicate one in his. Still looking at her, and mesmerized by
the look the rekindled fire light cast on her, Brendyn brought
her hand to his lips and brushed them over the soft skin. As
he spoke, he continued to softly kiss the sweet smelling skin
of her hand, "If you were checking for a fever earlier,
m'lady, I don't think you'll find one. The only fever I have
started when I looked into your eyes at the tavern." And I'll
wager you have a cure for chills as well...my lady....

Though the movement caused him a bit of pain, Brendyn moved
his left hand to lay it on her upper leg firmly. The pile of
furs a safe distance from the fire was perfect....

He wanted to explore the slender body that was hidden under
the clothes. Brendyn's mind raced back to when he had seduced
Veronica in the same way....the night her husband had gone off
on a mission leaving him to guard her....
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 1:42 pm
Mirtha


Ione
 
"yessss.....'


It would seem that Ione had relaxed, that he assured her and
her body was not so tensed than a second before. And his
eyebrows rised in surprise as her face changed also and she
murmured this one word... Slowly her dress fell to the ground
and Mirtha felt his heart pupm heavly and stronger, his groin
also taking it's notice of shock of seeing her naked body.
He really needed this...

She moved to stand by the chair and leaned to put her hands
over chair's arms... He smiled and came to stand behind her,
leaning slightly over her body, just lightly touching her
buttocks and back, while his hands worked on his belt.

Ione
 
"keep..touching me....Mirtha....teach me what you want
me to do..."


Mirtha moved his one hand to squeez at her breast, and the
other hand finally took care of his breeches which slid to the
floor. Fast his hand came to touch her moisted area, while his
groin touched her smooth skin.

At her voice Mirtha breathed out and closed his eyes. What he
wanted her to do? His mind was not clear... This whole
situation was a blur to his mind. It was only the way of his
body working, not hing else. Wordlessly he pushed her legs
more appart and made her gently to lean more over the chair.
One of his hand still touched and nipped her breast... soon as
he placed his lenght between her legs.

"Just... stay.. like this.." he murmured and pushed his hips
forward. His eager fingers of one hand made their way into her
entrence... And soon after a moment his lenght entered her,
and he applied a steady rythm of his hips.

He had woman for a while and it was difficult to keep focus.
His groin already hard and ready to come to the point of no
returning...
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 2:20 pm
Ione


As she watched, Ione saw Mirtha smile, whether from pleasure
or the fact that she had relaxed, she could not tell. Mirtha
was gentle as he promised, and she moaned low at the feel of
him touching her firm arse and her lower back, while his other
hand worked at his belt. Ione turned to face the chair and
licked her lips while her head tilted back to let her hair
fall over her back a bit. She had never imagined such
gentleness from someone who always looked gruff and
unpleasant. Her tongue darted over her lips. Ione could hear
him work at the belt to his pants, while his other hand came
to her right breast, and squeezed it sending chills over
her....

'Mirtha...please...' She whispered almost like a prayer as he
touched her wet dark patch seductivly. It felt so good, and
she arched her back a bit to respond to Mirtha's
ministrations....and felt his very hard length press against
her delicate skin. Opening her eyes, Ione turned her head
again to watch him as he gently pushed her legs further apart,
and leaned in further. In her heart, Ione knew she had
betrayed Javier, but he'd never find out. Ione gasped sharply
as Mirtha nipped at her breast that he still fondled tenderly.
She began to rock her hips as he placed his hardened cock
between her legs rubbing it over her sensitive clit....

Mirtha
 
"Just... stay.. like this.."


.....Ione smiled wickedly as two fingers from one hand entered
her making a moist sound as it did so. Her body jerked
deliciously eager to ride his fingers, then she felt him enter
her from the back, applying a steady rythem with his hips.
Ione dropped her head a bit then tilted it back moaning and
gasping with surprise as she had never done something like
this before. The moment he entered her, Ione had thought that
his length would be too large and cause her pain, but she felt
her body grow accustomed to his size and a low primal groan
escaped her parted lips...

'Mmmm...mmmyesss....' Ione tried, and then began to match the
rythem he had set as she brought her head forward to look at
where his two fingers had entered her. She left go of one arm
of the chair, and reached to take his fingers out her, and
brought them to her mouth to begin sucking on them. Ione no
longer felt fear, but something sweeter and more
pleasurable...

Ione could only hope that he wanted more before the night was
over.
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Author: linnet
Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 3:11 pm
Juna


Merlin
 
"The Gods really did send you….How did you learn?"


Juna raised her eyebrows at the ‘gods’ remark. But she wasn’t
going to argue the point now. Maybe someday she could convince
Merlin to give her some credit for the decisions she made,
instead of viewing her as a game piece manipulated strictly by
higher powers. For the time being she was more than content
just to be with him, regardless of who was responsible.

“Just outside my village five strange men came and erected a
stone building where they lived all alone,” she began, trying
to explain to Merlin a little part of her lost life. “They
called themselves monks. My father and others wanted to drive
them away, believing them to be dangerous, not of themselves,
but because allowing them to settle there would make our
people appear sympathetic to outsiders. But because the monks
were peaceful and bothered no one, they were not forced to
leave. My mother felt sorry for them, being isolated, so
whenever she baked breads of sweet rolls, she would have me
take something warm and fresh to eat to the monks. I was maybe
seven or eight winters old when I first went. They would
politely invite me inside, and I could see that there were
always four of them seated at tables near windows, looking
intently at marks on pieces of some material, and copying
those same marks onto another piece of material.”

Juna paused. She was remembering this all as she related it to
Merlin, visualizing it again for the first time in many years.
Her legs had started to get tingly from kneeling on them too
long, so she shifted herself to sit beside Merlin, her hands
clasped around her drawn-up knees. “I was fascinated by what
the monks were doing, what the marks were. They must have seen
my interest, because they first explained to me about words
and manuscripts, and why they copied them. Then after a while,
they let me sit with them. They would tell me what the marks
meant in our own language, and how to say the words in their
language. It was amazing, Merlin, how stories could not only
be told to people gathered together, but could be known to
anyone who learned to read, no matter how far away they lived.
I kept going back, spending more time with them, learning
eagerly for years. I think they may have thought of me at
first as an experiment to see if the ignorant natives could be
educated. But by the time I was fourteen or so, they allowed
me to help them by reading the words to be copied out loud, or
by copying myself. Although I never would do the religious
manuscripts, only the wonderful stories of adventure, great
warriors, and great loves.” She laughed lightly remembering
the monks’ kind indulgence of her. Then she looked at Merlin,
apologetically. “I’m sorry for going on so long. I feel like a
dam that once breached lets everything that had been held back
spew out," she said quietly, looking away embarrassed. Then
she returned her eyes to take in his weathered face. "Would
you also tell me something about you that I don’t know, before
we sleep?” she asked.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 5:48 pm
Merlin


Juna
 
“Just outside my village five strange men came and
erected a stone building where they lived all alone.
They called themselves monks."


"Monks, yes," Merlin murmured, softly enough not to interrupt
her story, nodding with understanding as he did so. He knew of
monks, of course, and their ways were odd. Sometimes small
groups of them, or even individuals, went out to live in
strange places in the wild, as a form of devotion to their
Christian god, he understood. Some of them avoided the local
people, some of them attempted to convert them, a few did
neither, but accepted what contact the people offered.
However, he had never heard of them teaching anyone to read
who had not taken their vows and put on their robes. This was
a miracle- a miracle indeed. Juna could be very useful to
them. Merlin listened intently as she went on, nodding at
appropriate points, a smile breaking across his own face as,
later on in the tale, she laughed in obvious happiness at the
memory of their kindness. She was like a happy young girl when
she laughed- beautiful even in the near darkness.

Juna
 
"I’m sorry for going on so long. I feel like a dam that
once breached lets everything that had been held back
spew out. Would you also tell me something about you
that I don’t know, before we sleep?”


"Hmmm." Merlin bowed his head for a moment, reaching for her
hand without looking at her. Underneath him, the pine branches
of the bed creaked slightly as he shifted thoughtfully. What
to tell her?

"I am more weary of war than you can possibly imagine," he
finally answered, raising his eyes to her, his voice hoarse
and his gaze empty. He saw before him things that were not
really there- things from the past. People he had lost. There
were so many of them. Parents, brothers and sisters, sons, two
wives. All gone, and the Romans to blame, one way or another,
for each death.

All gone. Merlin tilted his head towards Juna, resting his
forehead on her shoulder, then, in one motion, slipped his
arms around her waist and bore them down to the bed, lying on
their sides, her back to his front. They were almost of the
same height, and their bodies fit perfectly together, bending
in all the same places, his head just behind hers and their
feet resting against each other. The scent of her hair filled
his nostrils.

"We go back to the village tomorrow," he added, in a
near-whisper to the back of her neck. It was only affirming
the order he had already given- but now was the time to affirm
it. It was due very largely to Juna's presence that he had
decided on that course of action, and she deserved to be
reassured that they would not attack again for a while.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 8:04 pm
Tatiana


Brendyn
 
"So you are free to come and go from this fort to go
home for lunch?" "You are lucky to have family, Tatiana.
I have not seen my parents in a very long time...since I
joined the Legion..."


"Yes, either my brother or father come down to the gate and
escorts me both home then back here again. I'm sorry to hear
that you've not seen your parents, lately Brendyn." Tatiana
said a sad look crossing her features, causing her hazel eyes
to dim slightly at his news.

Brendyn
 
"I own a horse named Tyranus. Perhaps I will introduce
you to him...Later."


"I'd like to meet Tyranus too. Perhaps we could introduce our
horses to each other as I have a buckskin stallion named Orion
stabled here as well." She said grinning happily thinking
about her baby. "When I have a day off, I spend it with him
gathering flowers for my herbal recipies."

Brendyn
 
"It does help, and it tasted fine....but there are other
things sweeter to taste," "If you were checking for a
fever earlier, m'lady, I don't think you'll find one.
The only fever I have started when I looked into your
eyes at the tavern."


"I'm glad that I was able to help you out, Brendyn." She
replied to him. Watching him approach and take the poker away
from her tiny hand, then feel the contact from his bigger hand
on her upper leg, caused all thought to flee from her mind
like smoke from a flame. Feeling him kiss her hand softly like
that, sent shivers racing through her. "I think I'm the one
with the shivers, now, Brendyn." She commented softly as the
sensations coursed through her petite form.
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