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April 2008
Topic Started: Nov 5 2009, 10:37 PM (3,968 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: linnet
Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 8:33 pm

Gawain


Gawain walked into the busy tavern, and without sitting down,
intercepted the first serving girl that he encountered. He
knew her. He knew all the women that worked here by name.
“Millie,” he said, reaching for her arm to stop her as she
hurried to deliver beakers of ale to her customers, “I want a
very large jug full of your foul tasting wine.”

“Sure, Gawain,” the harried woman replied, looking at him
curiously, “where’s…..?”

“Quick,” the knight interrupted brusquely before she could
finish her question. Mille hurried off, depositing the ales at
a table of legionnaires before disappearing into the back
room.

Gawain waited impatiently, trying to stay close to the door
and inconspicuous. He hoped that in the bustle of the place,
no one he knew would notice him. He had no desire to explain
anything to anyone. Millie returned with a sufficiently large
jug. He raised it to his mouth, took a swig, and made a face
at the sour taste. It would do fine. “How much?” he asked
Millie. “And charge me for the jug too.” She told him the
price, and took the coins he handed her.

“Are you alright?” she asked, since obviously he wasn’t. But
the normally friendly man acted like he didn’t even hear her,
so she shook her head and continued working the tables.

Gawain actually hadn’t heard Millie’s last question, because
in spite of trying not to look around at who was in the
tavern, he’d noticed Tristan sitting all alone at a table near
the far side. Tristan, of course, had seen him and caught his
eye. The scout motioned a silent question – the question.
Gawain shrugged a ‘beats me where she is’ answer. He
hesitated, wondering if he should go sit with Tristan, rather
than get rip-roaring drunk all alone as he was planning to do.
He didn’t think he felt like talking, and Tristan would be the
perfect companion, since the tattooed knight neither expected
nor felt obligated to contribute when it came to talk. It was
almost tempting, but the fact that there were so many other
people around, and this wasn’t going to be pretty, convinced
Gawain to go it alone. He nodded at Tristan, turned, and left
with his wine.

He couldn’t face sitting in his room. It was way too
depressing. So the blond knight climbed the steps to the top
of the fort’s ramparts. He found a place out of the way of the
night watch detail, and sat on the stone ledge. He took a deep
drink from the jug, again making a face as it went down. He
didn’t like wine, always drank ale, but he knew wine was
stronger stuff, and he didn’t have all night to get this done.
With his cloak wrapped around him, he proceeded to drink,
trying not to think. But he found himself looking out toward
the north, the forests of the Woads, and wondering just what
he had done wrong. The contents of the jug gradually dwindled,
as he was determined to consume enough so that he couldn’t
feel anything in his arm, or any other part of him.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:12 am
Tristan


Across the room, having just collected a jug of wine from a
serving girl, Gawain merely shrugged in response to Tristan's
silent question. The other knight hesitated for a moment, and
Tristan thought he was maybe going to come over and join him-
but no. He seemed to make up his mind, nodded an unmistakeable
farewell in Tristan's direction, then turned and left the
tavern with his jug of wine- alone. So maybe Brianna had left
him- gone back to her forest, or whatever. Woads- you couldn't
trust them for anything.

And still no sign of the blonde woman. Shifting restlessly in
his chair, Tristan spun the knife one last time, and got down.
Go to bed. That one was a satisfactory answer at this point.
He was getting tired, and it was stupid to become attached to
the idea of bedding that one barely-glimpsed woman, anyway. It
would be better for him to go and get some sleep. He pushed
his chair back from the table, stood with a bone-cracking
stretch, and fished in his pouch for a coin to pay for his
last mug of ale. The serving girl who had provided it was a
couple of tables away; he wound his way over to her and,
reaching around her, dropped the coin silently down her ample
cleavage. She started, and turned towards him with a
half-formed exclamation on her lips- but she had barely enough
time to recognize him from his retreating back and realize
what the money was for. Tristan was already gone, off to his
own bed and solitude.








Centurion Quintus

He had meant to just check in quickly with the dungeon guards
before going to bed. Some of his squad was assigned to duty
there in the coming days, and since thay had been gone for a
while, he thought it wise to ask and see if there were any
unusual situations he needed to be aware of. Well, besides
Arthur's Woad prisoner who supposedly planned to lead him to
Merlin- he already knew about that. So he expected a fairly
short and uneventful conversation, and was surprised to find
when he arrived at the entrance to the dungeons that no one
was standing at the usual post at all.

"Guard?" Quintus called questioningly down the corridor, then
a little louder when the first brought no response. There was
another guard post farther down, of course, but someone should
be here, at the entrance. Not to have anyone was a serious
breach of discipline, not to mention security. Growling
irritably, Quintus snatched the nearest lantern from its hook
and began to make his way down the corridor, heading for the
second guard post, and vowing inside to see that the first
guard, whoever's squad he was on, was flayed alive for leaving
his post. He had not gone far, though, when he discovered the
true reason for the guard's absence- one of the cell doors was
open, and obvious sounds of a struggle came from inside it.

Quintus yanked the door fully open and held up his lantern,
immediately disgusted by what he saw. The guard who should
have been at the entrance, rutting on top of no less than the
Woad prisoner they had brought in that very day. Quintus
sprang forward, crossing the cell in one stride, snatching the
man up by the back of his collar, and throwing him up against
the cell wall with his pants down around his knees.

"Stupid bastard," Quintus growled at him, twisting his fist
into the front of the man's collar now, tightening the
material at his neck.

"Something more important than being at your post, soldier?
Huh?" The Centurion brough his knee up savagely into the man's
groin, then pushed him out the cell door even as he squealed
and doubled over with pain. He went sprawling on the stone
floor of the corridor outside, whimpering, but Quintus had
absolutely no sympathy for that kind of behavior. Slacking off
on duty put everyone in danger.

"Get up. Back to your post." He aimed a kick at the man's
ribs; the guard wisely scrambled to his feet before it
connected fully and scuttled up the corridor as fast as he
could, still bent over and holding his crotch, with Quintus
stallking behind like an avenging angel- after he had slammed
and bolted the cell door, of course. It wouldn't do for the
prisoner to get out in all this confusion. And she was still
alive- the Centurion had seen her move as he had hauled the
guard off her, and that was good enough for him. Putting the
fear of God back in this useless, pathetic excuse for a
soldier was his whole goal now.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 10:59 am
Malcus Barbattus


Malcus cursed himself as he approached the dungeons. If he
hadn't been so distracted by his lust, he would have made this
last check sooner and would be sleeping soundly in his bed by
now, dreaming of chubby wenches. Just one quick check on the
woad and then he could rest his now weary body.

When Malcus walked through the gates, he knew immediately that
something was off. Where was the guard? The commander withdrew
his daggers, one on each hip, just as Quintus came into view,
shoving the guard in front of him. Both men froze with
surprise when they saw Barbattus.

"What the bloody fuck is going on here?" the commander
screamed. At the same time, he noticed the guard struggling to
hold up his pants...no....struggling to pull up his pants.
Malcus charged up to both men in a flash and demanded to know
what was going on. "What the flaming hell are you two doing?
Having a poke at each other?" he shrieked, wide-eyed.

The guard stammered and sputtered which only angered Malcus
even more. Barbattus looked to Quintus who gave the commander
a quick count of what happened. Malcus was furious. He balled
his fists and clenched his teeth. He looked at Quintus and
said eerily calm, "Well done, you're dismissed. I will handle
this from here."

Barbattus closed the gap between the guard and himself. He put
his face so closely to the guard's that had he puckered his
lips, they would have kissed. Malcus was enraged. He could've
given less than a damn about that woad bitch but the Roman
deplored rape and would not tolerate it from his men. Malcus
detested any man who could take from a woman - any woman -
forcibly. Arthur had placed the prisoner under the watch of
Malcus' men and the guard had acted dishonorably. Oh, how he
would pay for that. Malcus grinned at the thought of punishing
him.

"Wanna fuck, do ya?" Malcus snarled, "Can't be trusted, eh?"
his dark eyes flashed, his fatigue and need for sleep
completely forgotten. "You have betrayed Commander Castus, me
and your duties and for that, you will be severely punished."
The guard began to sob. "Stand there," Malcus ordered him. The
guard stood where Malcus told him to.

"Don't move or you will die." Then Barbattus walked toward the
cell to check on the prisoner, cursing the whole way.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 1:13 pm
Quintus


Barbattus
 
"Well done; you're dismissed. I will handle this from
here."


"Aye, sir," Quintus snapped out the acknowledgement with crisp
military precision, accompanied by a salute. Even worse luck
for this hapless man- to come upon Barbattus himself even as
they reached the guard post where the man ought to have been
stationed. He would catch it now- and good thing. This kind of
fooling around while on duty was absolutely inexcusable.
Quintus shot the guard a further glare as he moved past, now
on his way out of the dungeons. Clearly this was the
excitement of the night- nothing else going on that his men
would need to know about.

"You're lucky you're not on my squad, soldier," he muttered
evilly as he passed. In reality, he was sure that whatever
punishment Barbattus meted out would be just as harsh- but it
never hurt to scare a man who thought he could get away with
such nonsense. But Barbattus would set him straght. Satisfied
that the matter was being taken care of, Quintus left the
dungeons in a swirl of red cloak and set off across the
courtyard again, towards his room and some much-needed rest
before the dawn came.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 1:48 pm
Mirtha


Ione
 
'Mirtha...please...'


This moment... this place.. at this time.. Mirtha felt like
his world stopped in this moment and that this was the place
where his whole life was leading him.. To have this.. To have
a beautiful woman naked in front of him, waiting for his
touches.. waiting for him to do something to enter her and
just make love to her. And that thought made him aroused. This
awaited pleasure.

He had not noticed that she turned her head to look at him, he
had closed his eyes feeling her hips rocking gently, her skin
against his tremlbing cock.

Ione
 
'Mmmm...mmmyesss....'


He was surprised that she took his hand and put the fingers he
had in her into her own mouth.. he moaned to it. His other
hand went to her shoulder to pull her closer to him... to
enter her deeper. He applied more speed to his hips movement
and felt his lenght grow larger. When he felt himself coming
he shook his head and left her body quickly... Turned her
around and put her to sit on the chair... took her legs and
rised them to his hips as she could wrap them around his waist
and once more entered her this time he moved his hips even
faster and brought his one hand to her breast, the other one
to her thigh.

He felt he was close... And in the moment his groin exploded
with his warm seed he cried out loud and threw his head
backwards. Few more quick thrusts and looked into her eyes to
see if she was enjoying this also... He came fast, but it was
because he had not a woman for a long time.

"Ione..." he whispered and smiled while he closed his eyes
slowly tasting the moment. "I'm glad you have stayed..." he
murmured with innocent smile.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 2:07 pm
Brendyn


Brendyn listened to her respond to his questions, or had he?
CHills made him shiver, and he was beyond tired, but then
there was Tatiana...he could not recall the last time he had
been with any woman...except Veronica. His dark blue eyes held
Tatiana's, lifting his lips from her skin. "Tyranus will make
himself known. He needs no introduction...though if you wish
it, it will be my pleasure..." Brendyn's lips went back to the
delicate skin of her hand, but noticed that the sleeve of her
shirt was in the way. The soldier lifted his head, and brought
his hands up to hold her head gently to one side to run hot
kisses lightly up and down her neck...then lower to her
shoulder. His hands followed, untying the tie that held the
tunic closed, and brushing it off her shoulders, then just
letting it drop to her waist....

By heavens! Tatiana was a beauty. Brendyn broke the kiss and
just looked at her bare upper body in the light of the fire
wondering how such a woman could be without a man. He looked
at her to see if he should continue, but her breasts were
tempting him. Still one could hold the glance while continuing
the act. Raising both hands, Brendyn began to gently rub the
soft globes...bringing his fingers in every once in a while to
tease and pinch the nipples playfully...

What was she thinking right now? Perhaps he should have asked
before "inviting himself to the feast", but Tatiana...just her
presence tempted him alluringly. Brendyn felt her shiver, but
he continued to look at her, "Should I continue, m'lady, or
would you rather I stopped..." The question was not unfounded,
for he had only just met her, and now he was gazing at the
most tempting body he had seen in a long, long time. He had
kept Tatiana's breeches, and boots on as he had not had
permission to go further. His fingers made light circles
around her slowly arousing nipples...

He could imagine himself taking one into his mouth and
suckling it hard...

Tatiana
 
"I think I'm the one with the shivers, now, Brendyn."


Brendyn looked at her still half dressed body, and then lifted
his eyes to hers. He felt his body change readying itself for
her, "I want you to feel shivers, Tatiana...I want you to feel
these sensations...." He had no idea what time it was, but
even a few hours with her was more than enough. Perhaps
there'd be other times for them though he was not ready to
commit yet....perhaps as friends...

"Tatiana, I want you to touch me...move naturally...." Brendyn
moved back from her slightly to see what she'd do....
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Author: linnet
Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 2:10 pm
Juna


Merlin
 
“I am more weary of war than you can possibly imagine.”


It surprised Juna that Merlin would say those words, but not
that he felt weary of it all. She had at times wondered if he
was merely stubborn, or actually delusional, to continue
sending his people to be slaughtered in a brave but hopeless
cause. The wars had been going on ever since she had known
him. The lost battles and lost lives had far outnumbered the
occasional victories. As he looked at her, she could see the
sadness and look of emptiness in his eyes. And as he rested
his head on her shoulder, she reached to touch him in a
gesture of understanding, an offer of comfort. But before her
hand made contact, he straightened and quickly grabbed her
around the waist. With gentle strength he laid her on her side
over the fragrant boughs of his bed, as she laughed softly in
surprise. His body was nestled against her back, conforming
perfectly to her shape. Her hand covered his as it rested at
her waist. She felt totally comfortable, safe, almost as if
she was being protected.


Merlin
 
“We go back to the village tomorrow.”


Juna nodded slowly to indicate both that she understood and
that it was good. It was a small hope that ending this
disastrous attack and going home could bring a time of peace –
could keep Merlin out of danger. She lay still for a few
minutes, just experiencing the warming contact of his body,
the rise and fall of his breathing against her back. She
thought that soon they would both fall asleep easily.
“Merlin,“ she said very softly, in case he had already drifted
off. “In spite of all my criticizing of your wars, I’ve always
believed that you are a good man. An extraordinary and good
man.” Then she added with a whisper, “Sleep well.”
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Author: lady ione
Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 2:37 pm
Ione


Ione had never felt anything so extraordinary than what Mirtha
was doing to her now. Her movements matched his as he gently
rocked against her. She licked her lips and brought her head
back letting her hair fall like a vail over her upper body. He
was good. It made her feel wicked as she turned to watch his
powerful thrusts. 'mmmm...' Ione licked the last of her juices
from his fingers, and he had seen her do it. She smiled
temptingly at him, as his hand pulled her closer allowing him
to enter her deeper. Ione gasped softly moving her head from
side to side slowly...a light sheen of sweat layering her
skin. Mirtha sped up, and she matched that speed as best as
she could. Mirtha was growing harder....then he pulled out of
her.

Ione laughed softly as he turned her around, and sat her in
the chair. Now, she could see how hard he had become. Mirtha
took her legs and she slid forward in the chair to wrap her
legs about his waist. He entered her again, and this time,
moved a bit faster with one hand on her aroused breast, and
the other on her thigh. She rocked her hips, feeling her
release coming close as well. She moaned softly as she watched
him. Oh, she was close...

With a few more thrusts, Ione gasped and closed her eyes...her
mouth opened slightly as she felt entrance squeeze tightly
about his cock. She brought her hands to hold on to him while
he made three more thrusts emptying himself into her. Ione
fell back on the chair bathed in pleasure and sweat as she
panted for air. Ione hoped that Mirtha was pleased with her.
She could still feel him straining inside her...

Mirtha
 
"Ione..." "I'm glad you have stayed..."


'Mirtha...I am glad I stayed as well...Please don't let this
be the only time for us...' Ione said softly, her breathing
slowing down gradually. Looking out the window, she knew it
had to be a few hours until dawn. One of her arms that had
enfolded him came to the front and her hand snaked down to
where he was still buried inside her. She wanted more.
Lightly, she touched his groin area avoiding his working
member teasingly, and said with soft lust, 'Would you like to
stay here and enjoy more? Or would you like to take the time
off and come to my quarters...I would like to enjoy more of
you...Mirtha. The time was...too short...'

Deep down, though Ione felt an overwhelming saddness at having
gone back on her loyalty to Javier, and looked down at the
ring on her finger. The sadness she felt did not show on her
face, but the glow of the aftermath of a "comfort" shared.
Mirtha had been here for her and had protected her from the
woad who attacked her to the present moment. Still Ione felt a
twinge of fear in knowing that one day, her beloved knight
would return. Would he even have to know of this, or whatever
else she and Mirtha shared for the sake of needing each
other...
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 4:11 pm
Derfel


Linnesse
 
“Love, I know you did all you could,”


Linnesse’s soothing voice and loving caresses were a great
comfort to Derfel. He slid both arms around her tiny frame and
simply let go of all the emotions that he’d kept stifled up
inside. Derfel silently thanked the gods he still had
Linnesse….without her, he’d most certainly fall into the
deepest and darkest pit of despair….and never find his way out
again.

Linnesse
 
“It’s not your fault,”


If only Derfel could accept that. But he still blamed
himself….for his father’s death and therefore indirectly
Gedeon’s loss.

Derfel released a ragged sigh and attempted to gather himself
together again, if that was even possible. His head had begun
to throb and he felt exhausted and battered and actually
unable to ‘think’ about any of it an instant longer. He was
home and he was in Linnesse’s arms and he could smell the
sweet scent of her hair and he could ‘feel’ her love….and that
was all that mattered at this moment.

“Forgive me, luv….I’ve kept up me strength for days now…and I
am just plain spent,” Derfel finally managed to say; his voice
yet raw with emotion and self flagellation. He pulled back
enough to look at Linnesse, to soak in the sight of her
beautiful face again. And thank the gods, her eyes held only
affection and support at a time when Derfel needed it most. He
brought a hand up to gently smooth over her pale cheek.

“You should rest now….we can talk a bit more in the morning,
aye?” Derfel insisted gently while allowing his thumb to
lightly brush along Linnesse’s jaw. “Y’think I should go after
your sister?” He continued, still concerned for Linnette and
remembering his promise to Dagonet. But no doubt she’d not let
him help, even if Derfel would be successful in locating
Linnette tonight. Surely she would not harm herself….but gods,
Derfel would never forgive himself should something happen to
Gedeon’s wife and unborn child.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:18 pm
Tatiana


Brendyn
 
"Tyranus will make himself known. He needs no
introduction...though if you wish it, it will be my
pleasure..."


"He sounds like quite a unique animal..almost human in a
sense." Tatiana replied. "Most horses, at least the ones that
I know, don't usually act in that manner."

Brendyn
 
"Should I continue, m'lady, or would you rather I
stopped..."


"I'm..a bit new..to this, Brendyn." Tatiana said her voice
going slightly quivery as if she was cold, but in reality was
just nervous. Hearing him say that they could stop was a
relief to her.

"Yes, can we please stop" She said a blush tinting her cheeks
as she lowered her eyelashes feeling like a little girl.

"I'm sorry Brendyn, I hope that we can still be friends,
though." Tatiana queried as a slight sheen of unshed tears
covered her hazel eyes making them sparkle in the firelight.

Brendyn
 
"I want you to feel shivers, Tatiana...I want you to
feel these sensations...."


"I just don't feel ready for this." She said looking up at his
dark blue eyes, hoping that he'd understand how she felt right
now.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:42 pm
Merlin


Juna
 
“Merlin, in spite of all my criticizing of your wars,
I’ve always believed that you are a good man. An
extraordinary and good man. Sleep well.”


"I will." He pressed a chaste kiss to her shoulder to
accompany his words, and tightened his arm around her waist
just momentarily, letting her know silently that she was a
large part of his confidence that his sleep would be good.
Good- and perhaps even profitable. Perhaps the Gods would send
him more signs, as they had seemed to rather often through or
in conjunction with Juna lately. Dreams often brought him
enlightenment- were not dreams at the side of this woman who
had made him see the right way even in waking likey to bring
even more? Merlin was hopeful for that, too. And he was half
asleep already. With the last of his waking energy, he reached
over behind him for one of the furs, and tossed it over them,
closing in their warmth as it settled around them. Then his
arm returned to its place around Juna's waist, and he
contentedly closed his eyes for the night.










Linnesse

Derfel
 
“Forgive me, luv…I’ve kept up me strength for days
now…and I am just plain spent. You should rest now…we
can talk a bit more in the morning, aye? Y’think I
should go after your sister?”


"Hmmm..." Linnesse once more craned her neck back to see him,
her mouth twisting somewhat to the side in thought. She was
torn on that issue. She wished herself that she could be at
Linnette's side right now- but her sister had left them alone
voluntarily, had even insisted on doing so. And Derfel was
clearly exhausted himself right now. If only she were strong
enough to just go herself, that would solve both problems at
once- but she wasn't. Once again the enforced inactivity of
her illness galled her, but there was nothing to be done about
it- much as she might wish to, she knew she'd never even make
it down the corridor outside the room without help.

"She wouldn't have left us if she wasn't sure she'd be all
right, love...she's nothing if not sensible. And if she's
going to chapel, I'm sure the priest will talk to her. She's
always liked him." Linnesse's voice had the tone of one trying
to convince herself. Yes, Linnette was extremely sensible
under normal conditions, but in such devastating grief as she
was experiencing? Who knew?

"You really need to rest." Linnesse reached up and stroked
Derfel's hair as she said that, smoothing it soothingly down,
then sliding her hands down to his back.

"But I'll be all right here if you want to go find her, love-
don't worry about me." She set her fingers lightly under his
chin and raised it just a touch, enough to flash him an
encouraging smile- one which immediately shifted into a huge
yawn.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 8:18 pm
Brendyn


Tatiana
 
"I'm..a bit new..to this, Brendyn." "Yes, can we please
stop"


Brendyn did not move to touch her as he still stood a bit away
from her, but close enough to see the firelight in her eyes.
Her voice sounded of nervousness, and he knew he had offended
her. Brendyn felt like a piece of horse dung for having taken
advantage of the kindness she had willingly wanted to show
him: by tending to his cold. Tatiana was blushing slightly,
and still he made no other moves toward her as he had been
awaiting her answer...

Tatiana
 
"I just don't feel ready for this."


'Yeah...sure if that is what you want...' He stepped over to
the bed leaving her by the fire. What had he been thinking? Of
Veronica? This woman was far from the Roman beauty he had
loved so well and deeply. As he sat on the bed, Brendyn began
to feel his body relax, and he yawned. How could he be mad at
Tatiana? It was his own fault. Slowly, he lie back on the bed,
and felt funny...woozy...

'I...I think your...herbs are working.....' He turned his head
to look at her still standing by the fire, and smiled weakly.
'Aye....we can be friends....I would welcome that a lot...'
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 8:25 pm
Lancelot


Arthur
 
“No you will not. Because you will not be going, my
friend, I need you here,”


Lancelot's eyebrows shot to his hairline; he snorted at Arthur
and frowned deeply. "Well, if I'm not going, you're certainly
not going anywhere. I'm sure these two fine ladies will help
me - even if I have to truss you to the damn bed."

Lancelot moved a bit away from Arthur; his anger was rising,
and he felt like Arthur was brushing him off way too easily.
He could refrain from killing Merlin - he was Arthur's second
for a reason, was he not? Did the man not trust him at all?
And if neither Arthur nor Lancelot were going...then whom
would he send? Barbattus? Gods, not...the fucking Optio???

Neeve and Arthur
 
“Commander, you are going nowhere tonight. Don’t even try it."

“Well that settles the matter then, hm?”


So, Arthur would listen to the healer, but not to his
lieutenant? Lancelot's knuckles popped as he clenched his
fists...and then caught sight of Darya and Arthur's faces when
the Sarmatian woman brought Arthur his tea. He felt the
tension drain slowly from his body, the feeling of defeat
etching itself easily on his angular features. Arthur wasn't
"picking" on him - he was just being himself. Gods forfend
that Lancelot had forgotten that.

But where had the feeling of sadness come from? Lancelot shook
his arms out, flinching at the feel of the crusty wound that
was clotting on his bicep. He ignored the feel of it popping
and cracked his neck back and forth.

He swiped a tired hand over his dirt marred face, and stepped
back over to the bed where Arthur was drinking his tea.

Neeve
 
“Arthur, drink the tea. It will help. And then I want
you to lie down, without further argument."


Lancelot rolled his eyes when Arthur licked at his lips and
seemed to pout like a child, but he smiled wryly and moved to
help the healer get the Roman ready to rest for the first time
since the battle had begun.

"Come on, old man," Lancelot sighed, squatting by Arthur's
feet and unlacing his heavy riding boots. His stolen tunic
flapped around Lancelot's thighs and he fumbled as he
accidentally knelt on the loose fabric. He steadied himself on
Arthur's leg - and then looked up to meet the other man's
eyes, the flesh of his hand seeming to burn where it touched
Arthur's, even through the other man's leathers.

It was the fever, most assuredly. Yes.
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Author: linnet
Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 9:03 pm

Gawain


Tipping the jug straight up, and holding it above his open
mouth, produced not even one more drop of wine. Gawain was
certain he could use more. His body seemed sufficiently
numbed, but his thoughts would not ease into peaceful
oblivion. He was convinced there was one thing he had said, or
one thing he had done, that made Brianna take off. So he kept
wracking his memory for what it had been. All he could come up
with was that it had been a mistake to ever tell her how he
had planned his future, if he lived to have one. His plan had
been to stay unattached, play the field and sample as many
lovers as he could for the duration of his service. That had
seemed not only interesting, but wise and practical. He would
not be responsible for one more grieving widow, or fatherless
child. If he somehow managed to survive, he would return to
Sarmatia, and then find a good and beautiful woman to settle
down with, raise a family. Shit. He’d only told all of this to
Brianna to point out how damn important she’d become to him.
Important enough to actually consider changing those plans. He
thought she’d be flattered. Apparently not.

The brooding knight carefully set the empty jug on the stone
ledge beside him. He got to his feet on the second try, and
made his way unevenly across the rampart’s walkway to a
crenellated opening in the outer ridge. He stood, tipping
rather precariously forward and back, as he peed more or less
out over the wall. Then shaking his head hard while squeezing
his eyes shut, in order to better focus his sight, he managed
to descend the steps and walk to the infirmary, staggering off
course only once or twice.

Reaching the door to the hated place, he didn’t know if it was
locked because of the late hour. He gave it a push and stepped
inside when it yielded. The familiar smell of the infirmary
almost made him gag. He just stood, weaving slightly, knowing
sooner or later someone would notice him. Someone did –
Lavinia. She walked determinedly up to him and gave him a
stern once-over, disapproval bordering disgust stamped on her
features. “Ah, a lovely angel of mercy,” Gawain said, bowing
toward her, and almost losing his balance.

“What do you want here?” the nun demanded. She sniffed and
wrinkled up her nose. “You’re drunk, and you smell like
alcohol mixed with week old garbage. Leave, now. I won’t allow
you to visit any of our patients in such a deplorable state.”

Gawain opened his cloak and held out his broken arm to her,
looking like a lost puppy with a thorn in its paw. Lavinia
shook her head in consternation. “Come on. There’s an open bed
off by itself where other patients won’t have to see you, or
smell you.” She walked briskly ahead, not waiting to see if he
was following, mumbling, “Knights…Heaven spare us,” under her
breath. When he got to the bed, he sat down hard, making it
sound like the thing was about to break under him. The nun
gave him a firm push to the chest, forcing him to lie down on
his back. She went to work examining his arm, preparing it for
what had to be done.

“Tell me Lavinia, do I look like someone who is not fit to be
a father?” he asked, slurring noticeably.

She snorted and answered without looking away from her work.
“Right now you look like the least fit person to be a father
that I may have ever seen.”

“Well, then, I guess that explains everything,” the blond
knight said.

Lavinia had his arm braced against the bed, held in her
surprisingly strong hands. “This is going to hurt, despite
your best efforts,” she said.

Those words, said as she rolled back the sleeves of her nun’s
robe, were the last things Gawain heard and saw that night.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 9:21 am
Malcus Barbattus and Neeria


Commander Barbattus pushed open the door to the cell and
stepped into the foul little room. The woad immediately
scurried to the far corner. From the dim light of the lantern
he carried, he could see the wide-eyed creature staring at him
with horror.

"I'm not going to hurt you, girl," he said to her, barely
hiding his disgust. "Are you alright. Did he hurt you?"

Neeria stared at him, not answering. Malcus inched a little
closer. "Don't try anything with me or I will kill you, orders
or not." The commander kneeled down, "Are you alright?" Though
Malcus hated the woads, he wanted to make sure that the guard
hadn't hurt her. "Did he take you?"

Finally, Neeria said "No," her voice shaking. Inwardly, Malcus
was relieved, but that did not mean the guard would get off
lightly.

"May I have water?" the prisoner asked.

"Yes, you may. Has a healer come to check you?" Malcus asked.

"No," was all else she said.

Malcus rose to get Neeria some water, locking the cell door
behind him. What the fuck was Arthur thinking? he asked
himself.

Shortly, the commander returned with a flask of water and
handed it to the prisoner who drank from it like a wild
animal. Malcus shook his head in the dark while she lapped and
gurgled.

Neeria groaned as the water soothed her parched, aching
throat. She was grateful to this Roman, something she found
herself hating herself for. But had the other man not entered
the cell, the guard would have penetrated her. The foul
bastard had her pinned, his hand at her crotch, fingers trying
to enter her. She'd felt his despicable phallus poking its way
toward her, jabbing into her thigh instead. A moment later, he
would have been inside of her. The thought sickened her.
That's when the man entered the cell and pulled the guard off
of her. Neeria had heard loud voices and then sobbing. Then,
this tall, official looking Roman entered the room and was now
standing over her, giving her water.

"Don't drink it all," Malcus said, "that has to last you until
morning. I will replace the guard - the man who assaulted you
- and he will be punished. I will send my lieutenant to check
on you again in the morning. If anyone else mistreats you,
report it to him and he will report it to me, my name is
Malcus Barbattus, and I will not tolerate that type of
behavior. I will also, personally, make sure a healer sees you
in the morning."

Neeria nodded her head, "thank you," she said softly and
wrapped herself in the blanket, fatigue sweeping over her.
Malcus grunted and walked out of the cell, locking it behind
him.

Barbattus secured the guard in a cell to be dealt with in the
morning. Good man that he was, Quintus had sent a replacement
that arrived just as Malcus was locking the guard's cell door.
After a brief discussion, the commander left the dungeons and
headed to his quarters. The snow crunched loudly beneath his
boots as he made his way throught the narrow passageways. The
streets were empty except for his guard patrolmen that waved
or saluted as he walked past them moving closer to the
barracks.

As Barbattus disrobed and climbed into bed, he prepared a
mental checklist of things that needed to be done the next
morning which was now only a few short hours away. He hated
the fact that his bed was empty - he could have gone a round
or two. But instead, he rolled over and let sleep take him.
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