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| Unicorn | Dec 20 2009, 10:50 PM Post #16 |
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King Arthur Fanatic
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Author: Kay Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 12:56 am Guinevere Guinevere listened silently as Lourdes put her suggestion before Merlin; that she should go into the fortress and locate the two missing Woads. The dark Woad bit back a snort of derision, darting a look at Ash, who stood as silent as she. But then he spoke:
Guinevere almost laughed then: "The fool speaks wisely for once" she said. "Neeria would not trust you either" She glanced at her father; "We can take care of our own, can't we, Father?" |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 09:39 PM Post #17 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 1:03 am Vanora and Bors
Vanora smiled at the prospect of gaining a new daughter...someone to pass on some trades to and teach her perhaos some things in the way of travern management, or cooking or sewing. She smiled and patted the young woman on the arm, "Bors and I would have it no other way, Fiona." Outside the tavern, things had died down a bit except for the rising excitement now of the knights and Arthur arriving back at the fort. Vanora's heart began to beat faster. Would she find Bors dead or alive? It was always a question she asked herself as it was a possibility. Bors nor the rest were immortal, so anything could happen... The children were now gathered around them in excitement of their father getting home. Vanora looked at Fiona, then at the children. The other customers who had hunkered down in the tavern had now left leaving Tatiana as the only other one who had sought refuge in the tavern. "Titiana? Are you alright over there?" Vanora asked with some concern. She had not heard from the woman since they had gone into hiding form the battle. The red head then looked down at #2 that sat next to Fiona, and smiled. All of the children seemed to like Fiona, and Vanora had no doubt that, one day, she'd make a fine mother as well...
"And I hope Adian returns safely as well, Fiona," Vanora arose from where she sat and made ready to greet Bors in the courtyard. "Come along, Fiona. Tatiana. Let's go greet the men, eh?" Motioning for Tati to follow them, Vanora and the brood left the tavern and ran to the courtyard to greet Bors. Once out in the courtyard, she easily spotted Bors, and ran up next to his horse. Bors had dismounted somehow, and was ready to greet her when she arrived. He was weary, but the children flooded around him laughing and cheering their father. Bors greeted them, then he moved to take Vanora in his arms and kissed her passionately while mumbling something unintelligable. Pulling from her, he cast a glance at Fiona, and smiled to her, "Been keeping Vanora company and helping out with things? Good young lady..." |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 09:40 PM Post #18 |
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Author: Kay Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 1:16 am Grace Alas, she had tarried too long collecting her mother's medicine, for as she hurried through the fortress compound, the sounds of horses and returning warriors came fresh to her ears. Grace pulled her scarf further over her head, almost covering her entire face, and fixed her gaze firmly on the ground, not wishing to look at the bloodied men that were entering through the main gate. Grace quickened her pace, almost stumbling many times; faster she went until suddenly...her heart almost leapt from her body, as the huge form of a war horse reared up in front of her! Startled and shaking with fear, she glanced up.
Grace, struck dumb by fear,stared mutely at the huge man atop the horse; he was soaked with blood, wild tresses tangling around a face that was contorted with anger. Then, just as quickly, his anger seemed to subside:
Grace continued to stand and stare at the man, not speaking; she felt frozen with fear, unable to move, but the man did seem contrite. He probably thinks I'm a simpleton Grace thought, and the suddenly realisation that she did seem so, even to herself, jolted her into action. She shuffled away from the giant horse, clutching her precious bottle of medicine.
The man smiled at her as he rode away. Now he's laughing at me Grace thought, indignantly. Next time! There won't be a next time. And she scurried back home, vowing not to venture out again, if she could help it. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 09:41 PM Post #19 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 1:25 am Adian How long he had laid there, he couldn't guess. The pain in his shoulder kept him moving in and out of consciousness. Adian, now semi conscious, moved a bit more against the wall in case Merlin or one of the woads should find him alive and just kill him. The young hunter kept his mind focused on the fact the behind these walls was his one true heart, Thorn, or Rose as he had called her not really thinking she looked like a 'Thorn' at all. When he came to a bit more, Adian discovered that the woads had all but retreated, and that a long stream of legionaires and the knights were moving into the fort. Adian hoped that one of them would see him, but he probably looked like one of the enemy to them so they just left him to die.... "He is over there. Help me get him inside...." Adian heard boots running over the frozen ground toward him, and a group of voices as well. Dark heather grey eyes watched as one of the guards knelt down and felt for a pulse, "Can you hear me?" Adian nodded. "We are going to take you inside the fort, mister and get you tended to," The guard motioned for the other man to help him ove Adian inside the fort, though it was done with caution as the guard noticed a spear protruding from Adian's shoulder. Once inside the fort, the way was shut again, the two guards made their way to the infirmary with the injured young man who kept mumbling something about a woman named Thorn, a child, and marriage. They entered the infirmary, and lay Adian on his side so as not to agaitate the broken spear. 'Thorn....I have come back for you....' Adian murmured as a nun came to examine the wound. One of the guards felt it best to stand watch over the patient while the nun was tending to him, while the other went back to his post. He had his orders: If this man was an imposter, then he would die. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 09:42 PM Post #20 |
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Author: Kayla Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 1:45 am Fiona
Bobbing her head, Fiona sat back, finally feeling a rush of contentment. Last night had been stressful, the shock of the attacks was finally beginning to wear off and she felt able to relax almost. This wouldn't be the last time that they would attack, she knew, but the woad had always had a problem with realizing things and the way that they were really happening. She didn't want to admit that she might possibly be in danger in the future, or that she could very well be gone to Avalon by the time spring came. It was part of the reason she had been so adamant about no longer being a warrior - she wanted to believe that there was some hope for peace, and that there would no longer be bloodshed. The young woman still didn't know quite how the ways of the world worked, even though she had seen many things that people twice her age couldn't imagine. She knew war, and fighting and the only thing she wanted to know was peace. Though there was no more fighting to be heard outside, there was a different sound - one that alerted everyone inside the tavern that the knights were back home. She glanced at Vanora, taking in the red head's expression for a moment and thinking to herself that she hoped Bors was out there, safe and unhurt. She then looked at the children, his children, and wondered what exactly would happen if he wasn't back safely. She herself had grown up without a mother, due to the fighting that had been going on and the 'enemy' that had taken her life and she didn't wish it on anyone. She was genuine, honest in the way she looked at life and the ones around her and nothing had been able to change that.
Yes, Adian. She hoped as well that he would return safely, that no harm had come to him while he had been in the woad camp, although she could not say for certain whether he would be hurt or not. He had been an enemy in their camp, and was only free because of the life debt she had owed him. But, there was no telling what had happened before her father had learned the truth about it and she could only hope that the young man was alright. Fiona stood up with the rest of the children and their mother, following behind the red head as she led them out into the courtyard, where the knights were gathered. It was almost like she was home again, after a battle, where the woads warriors were weary and tired, sweaty from the fighting they had done so earnestly for their leader and the cause that they all believed in. She took in the sight of them, the smell of the horses they had been riding on and her gaze was drawn to these men that had previously been her enemy, whose Commander she had heard so many stories about. Her blue eyes trained on Bors next, an endearing smile lighting up her face as Vanora and the children rushed towards him. She stayed back a couple of feet, just watching them, and feeling right at home when Bors addressed her next and she tipped her head into a nod. She didn't know if she'd been a help to Vanora, not really, but Bors' words made her realize that maybe just being there for her was all the comfort the woman needed. After all, Fiona was away from her family and Bors had been away from Vanora so there were at least connected in that aspect. And now that they were pretty much taking her in as one of their own, she was curious at all of the things she would really learn from the woman. All she'd had all her life were her two older sisters, so having a mother figure was something she would never turn down. "Glad you're home safely, Bors," the young woad said to him, drawing in closer to where he, his lover and their children stood. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:25 PM Post #21 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 1:56 am Alina Alina gave Linnette an apologetic smile at her chiding of she and Neeve for assisting Linnesse to the courtyard in such a poorly condition. Under normal circumstances, surely the red-head realized that the healers wouldn't have let her come, but it wasn't under normal circumstances. The knights were home, and like Linnette swooned to see Gedeon, Linnesse wished to greet Derfel. That was understandable, surely even to Linnette. "We tried to stop her," the dark-haired healer offered, with a small, wry smile. The blonde healer certainly had the same amount of determination and courage as her sister, even if apart from that, they seemed almost as different as fire and ice.
Alina had waited for that unsettling feeling to overcome her again the first time she finally saw Galahad among the crowd. It was quite the opposite in fact, though - worry seemed to lift from her shoulders, at least partially. Having not seen her cousin among the survivors, that had hurt more than words could express, but to see Galahad coming toward her, sporting that infectious smile of his, Alina suddenly felt like she had the first time they had met again. The horrors of the past week or so seemed not to matter, not in that moment, not when someone she cared for dearly was alive and standing before her wanting her after so many others had left her behind. Galahad was Alina's constant, and she never wanted to lose him. When she finally stepped forward to embrace him, it was without a flood of awkwardness or guilty thoughts in mind. Her movements were not hasty nor reluctant either, as she gently slid her arms around his neck and buried her face near the crook of his neck, her cheek against his warm skin. Her slender fingers lightly wound into the curls on the back of his head and she breathed in his scent, using all of her senses to reassure herself that he was truly there and that he was not some ghost that had come back to haunt her. "I'm so happy you're home," Alina murmured. Her tone was quiet, tired, but her words were genuine. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:26 PM Post #22 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 2:01 am Dagonet Dagonet kept his eyes closed.... He was in fact fighting with himself to remain focused. His thightened muscles and his troubled mind as well as hurted heart longed for rest... Sleep. As they came to a halt the tall knight forced his eyes to open. He could hear arising noise of the crowd... Was there Saoirse with them? Was there Linnette? He let out a shaky breath and hid Gedeon's ring in the pocket of his breeches and looked at the entrence of the cart. It was half covered and he could not see much from this position. He sighed once more. Hard returning.... He positioned himself closer to the end of the cart and with shaky hand pulled the flap of the way. He was too weak to jump off the cart by himself. "Any help?" he called out loudly as too anyone near could hear him and bowed his head with a hiss of pain. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:28 PM Post #23 |
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Author: SarmatianKnight Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 7:11 am Lucius Lucius reached the courtyard just in time to see the heavy gates open and Arthur and the knights return. His intention had been to see if he would be needed somewhere to help with anything but with this return he stopped and stayed where he was: close to a wall, the corner of a stable. It was still wet and still cold and the Roman crossed his arms in front of his chest to protect his own body as much as possible against the coldness. The gesture itself was not defending or protective though. He watched with interest what happened in front of him. He was not long enough in the fort yet to hope for someone's return but he hoped to see them all return just because they were all humans, all needed and without any doubt they all had someone here who would miss them terribly. The Roman's expression was neutral while he stood there and watched how Arthur and the knights passed the gates and came to a halt. He watched how most of them scanned the courtyard to find the persons they were hoping to see. Interested Lucius took in every little detail he was able to see from his lurking position. It was the very first time he could study he famous Roman Commander because so far he had just spoken to Amadeus when he arrived at the fort. It was obvious that that Artorius Castus was exhausted and probably injured? Lucius was not sure though. Beside all the tiredness, blood and dirt he liked what he saw. The man looked quite open but this impression could be wrong - he had learned this in the past already. And there was Amadeus Scipio of course! A small smile tugged at the corners of Lucius' lips when he saw the kind and honourable Optio. All the others he did not know, but he could tell more or less who was Sarmatian and who was not. Lucius did not know much about their culture yet but he hoped to learn more now as they returned. He had heard a lot about them - stories - and always interested as he was he was curious if anything was true or if it was all nonesense (like so many other stories). From the corners of his eyes he saw a gorgeous woman slightly struggling to get on her feet but nonetheless with a happy smile on her face. Also Lucius' smile widened: obviously at least one had found what she was looking for so eagerly. But Lucius' smile vanished immediatly when he spotted one of the knights dismounting his horse... talking to someone, bound to the horse. It looked like a prisoner. A female prisoner and certainly it was not right to handle a woman - any woman! - in such a way. The Roman furrowed his brows and shook his head. When the young woman was smacked he stepped forward, not looking for troubles witha fellow knight already but reacting automatically due to his education. He stopped half way though when he saw the knight turning away from the girl. It was the same knight who addressed the Optio and tone and words let Lucius raise an eyebrow. Interesting. So far Lucius did not want to come to an overhasty impression that could be wrong. It became harder though to remain silent when another Commander stepped in and more rude and embarrassing comments were made. But Lucius was no fool, to step in right now would have been a mistake. A name was called - Lancelot - and Lucius waited to see who would react while he returned to his earier position at the wall. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:29 PM Post #24 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:26 am Vanora and Bors It was good to have him home, and even more glad when she finally held him in her arms and felt his sloppy passionate kisses. Pulling back from him, she blushed furiously, then cuffed him a good one on the side of the face. That was always the way she had greeted him, then, 'Bout time you showed up after the 'fun' is over...' She said with mock anger. 'humph...here I am gone for a few days and you'd think it was a year. Nice to be missed, my little ball of fire....' Bors kissed her again to silence her, then he turned to Fiona who had addressed him...
'Good to be back....back to family, ale and food....and sleep...' He gave her a weary lopsided grin. 'Leg hurts like hell though so I have to get it tended to....' Bors' leg felt swollen again, and he winced when #3 kicked him to get his attention. He bent down to pick up the curly headed little girl, and stiffled his temper. He laughed and turned to Fiona indicating #3's head of hair, ''Believe it, or not, I use to have a head of curly hair, too. Had a lot of hair as a matter of fact." Bors looked around at the other knights, then to Arthur who was talking to the Optio. In truth, the Commander did not look well, and Bors wondered where Jols was. Surely, he could not be far off. Tired battle weary eyes scanned the inside of the fort. It was the same inside as outside: Littered with dead that had not been tended to yet, and injured that were slowly being cleared.... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:30 PM Post #25 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:30 am Derfel Derfel had appreciated Brendyn’s small talk about Commander Castus as they approached the fortress gates; he welcomed the distraction as his anxiousness to see Linnesse was nearly unbearable by now. As they rode through the main gate, Derfel’s crystal blue eyes immediately began searching the crowd for her….but along with his emotions of joy at being reunited with his love was also the heavy sorrow at facing her sister with such horrid tidings…..
“Uh…I’m happy to be home…it’s just that Dagonet and I have to tell Gedeon’s wife what happened, ya know? It will not be an easy thing,” Derfel briefly glanced over at the soldier while attempting to explain; forcing a small smile despite the turmoil of emotions flooding Derfel’s brain right now. His stomach knotted and as they came to a halt behind Arthur, Derfel figured he should give Brendyn some sort of direction. “You’ll need to report in to the Roman officer on duty, I’d expect. He’d get you settled in. And I’d be happy to share a meal and a few ales with you any time, Brendyn,” Derfel slightly dipped his chin in friendly companionship. No doubt Brendyn would have no trouble locating a Roman officer without Derfel’s help. Besides, the knight had his own pressing matters to tend to….and then he saw them….Linnette caught his gaze first and Derfel swallowed roughly as he attempted to give her a pleasing smile that hid the sorrow he held inside. She motioned slightly beyond where she stood and Derfel’s gaze then fell to Linnesse’s beautiful face…his eyes dampened at the sight of her and his heart beat a little faster…. ….and then Dagonet’s call for aid reached Derfel’s ears. His smiled broadly at his love, showing his teeth and then briefly raised a hand to acknowledge her before sliding from his saddle to reach the cart and Dagonet.
“I’m here….Linnette and Linnesse are close….take my hand and I’ll help ya down,” Derfel offered his hand to Dagonet and looked up at the tall knight with reassuring eyes. They had to do this…they must do this…. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:31 PM Post #26 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:42 am Neeria Neeria moaned. uuuuhhhhh. She felt a series of dull thuds on the side of her face and tried to open her swollen eyes but could not. Neeria felt as though she was floating, wafting like a leaf in the wind on a cool Autumn day. The feeling was almost euphoric. She heard voices all around her but she was floating...floating....when her tranquility was abruptly interupted by a rude slap across her face. The sudden pain burst like a raging thunderstorm on the side of Neeria's head.
"No. Please," Neeria whined. As she gained consciousness, she realized once again, this time to her horror, that she was indeed alive. The pain was unbearable. Immediately, she began trembling again from the cold dampness. As her brain struggled to hold onto reality, her body willed her to go back to sleep. The battered warrioress tried bringing a hand to the spot where she was slapped to ease the stinging, only to realize that her scratched and bruised hands were tied behind her back. Her shoulders and arms were numb from being tied behind her and her throat was parched and sore. Every inch of her body screamed in pain. Finally and with much effort, Neeria opened her eyes and found herself looking directly into the menacing, dark, angry eyes of the First Knight. The helpless woman suddenly struggled, but calmed quickly when she realized the probability of her falling from the horse if she continued. The scout was near to her and another man she had not seen before. He was a Roman. She also realized that the blood coming from her wound had coagulated and seemed to have stopped. She silently and quickly thanked her god, Orius, for staying with her. But what happened after she passed out? Where was Arthur? The last thing she remembered was collapsing against him. The First Knight was staring at her as though daring her to move while he began roughly untying her. He was deliberately trying to hurt her, Neeria knew it, as he pulled the ropes, making sure to burn and cut her as he and the scout man-handled her. The woad warrior refused to allow the tears, threatening to break free from their ducts, to fall from her eyes and she tried very hard to stop her lip from quivering. "Oy, dark knight," she said to Lancelot, locking his gaze with her own. "I told you before. My fight is not with you. You are a Sarmatian, no better than me. But slap me again and I will kill you." Then, as daintily as she could, she batted her lashes at him and smiled prettily. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:33 PM Post #27 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:47 am Merlin
"Guinevere, you will cease your insults to Ash immediately if you want to save your friend!" Merlin snapped, rounding on his daughter with a fierce, angry light in his eyes. It galled him to have to speak to her as though she were a child in front of the others, but by all the Gods, could she not put aside her differences with Ash for just a short time? Ash was doing so...why couldn't she? They had much, much bigger problems without this petty sniping. Merlin took a deep breath as he turned back towards Lourdes, trying to both calm himself and master the situation. "Lady, when you brought us Lancelot, you did it by persuasion." Merlin forced himself to keep his voice, even and calm, to explain everything step by step. But why could she not see it? Why did she not seem to understand that the two situations were vastly different? "The same technique will not work on two prisoners who are locked up, and have no reason to trust you. You need others, and these are the others I have chosen. Provided they know when to hold their tongues." Merlin favored Guinevere with another very, very stern look at that. Whatever her problems were with Ash, she would have to set them aside for now, or she would not be going on this mission. Merlin would replace her with someone else if he had to- it was that simple. The Woad leader turned back to Ash and Lourdes, now pushing on ahead and beginning to outline his plan. Anyone who interrupted him with petty complaints now would be sorry. "Ash must enter the fort first...say, just as it begins to get dark?" Merlin squinted up at the gray, drizzly sky, then back at Ash to see if he agreed with that point. That put his departure in about three hours- enough time to outfit him with what Roman gear they could scrape up. "Then Lourdes can follow a reasonable interval afterwards. Is that agreeable to you, Lady?" Merlin inquired, raising his eyebrows questioningly at her. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:34 PM Post #28 |
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Author: Darya Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 9:38 am Darya Her long hair was curling slightly in wet waves by now, but Darya did not care. She had noticed Saoirse having reached the courtyard not too long ago as well...had caught a glimpse of Linnette, who had approached her sister and two of the healers at some point. An odd scenario from where she was, but the dark Sarmatian had no time to wonder about it as the stomping of numerous hooves on dirty cold ground got louder and louder. They were coming home. Darya thought her heart had stopped beating for a long almost painful moment... The long moment it took her to make out Arthur’s silhouette in the drizzle. Unable to suppress a quiet sob of relief to see him on Casti’s back...alive..., the dark-haired finally let go of the sword in her hand. She heard the metal hit the ground but paid no more attention to the weapon. She did not care about the slight sting of her own injured left arm either...or what a mess she must look like with Woad blood on her dress. Slowly, the female Sarmatian left the corner by the stables and inched forward. Dark eyes scanned the now very crowded courtyard and a fleeting yet honest smile briefly spread on her lips when she saw Lancelot...also alive...and Tristan, the knight she knew for so long. Gawain...Galahad... From what she could gather in this first impression, they all were back... However, it was their Commander she had been longing for the most. And so her eyes were back on her lover, scanning him from the distance... He looked...weary. Wearier than before...especially when he dismounted. To her, his movements still looked adorable...yet even Darya found herself missing the usual elegance in them. With her arms crossed awkwardly in front of her chest and belly, she approached him further...but stopped a few feet away from him and those surrounding him directly. “Arthur...”, the Sarmatian said quietly...not yet daring to interrupt his conversation with the Optio and Lancelot, even though she felt the painful urge to touch her lover right now. To feel him...to smell him...to fully realize that he had returned...alive. Neeve
Neeve frowned at the redhead...but before she even had the chance to reply, the knights came in the gates...led by Arthur, his Optio...and Mordred. With that, the healer found herself distracted from Linnette, who, too, apparently had already forgotten about her earlier outbreak and focussed on the return of the knights. Her gaze focussed on the Commander for a longer moment and she tilted her head slightly. That was only a shadow of the picture of man she remembered from the last time she had seen him. The battle must have cost him and his men a lot of strength... Yet the raven-haired could not suppress a proud as well as honestly relieved expression on her usually rather stoic face as her blue eyes assessed the returning men. Galahad, who already approached Alina, Gawain...Lancelot...Derfel... ...with that, the healer glanced at Linnesse on the bench next to her...and the blonde struggled to stand from the bench. “Careful...and slowly...”, Neeve warned the blonde quietly, even though her voice was not completely serious; yet she did not want Linnesse to collapse that close to her goal... Again, the Briton offered the other woman a supportive arm, should she need something to hold on to... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:37 PM Post #29 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 12:30 pm Amadeus
Amadeus' grey eyes should have knocked Lancelot back at least twenty paces. He turned to face the Sarmatian and squared his shoulders, unable to hide the disdain from his angular face as he looked the Knight up and down. He lifted his eyes expectantly to Arthur, expecting the Commander to reign his men in and have at least some level or manner of respect amongst them. But Castus did not even seem phased by his Knight's tone at all! It made Amadeus all the more firm in his opinion that Castus was not suitable for this job at all. He was weak. He was wounded? Who gave a damn? He was also the Commander and if he was so badly wounded then he should pass the mantel of control to his second. Scipio! Not the dog...
Oh to say Amadeus was 'irate' would be underestimating the burning, passionate, vengeful, acid that rose in his chest and throat at Arthur's condescension. His normally composed face was a picture of outrage and he lifted his chin with characteristic, Scipio arrogance. His upper lip was not quite curling back in a sneer but there was a definite twitch. He cast a warning look to Lancelot and then gave a half bow to Arthur. He did not speak a word because he feared what he might come out with, and unlike Lancelot, Amadeus respected the hierarchy of the Roman Army. He would not speak out openly against Arthur... oh no, he would secretly build up enough of a gathering to be able to overturn the weaklings rule. Grey eyes locked with Mordred and he gave the Knight a stiff gesture towards the fortress, indicating a want to speak with him in private. He then stalked, limping slightly, towards Commander Barbattus who was in charge of the soldiers who would be doing the double shifts. He blithely ignored the subhuman Sarmatian and gave the waking woad woman a warning glare before rounding on Barbattus. "Barbattus - Commander Castus wants a double guard on the walls. Anyone who is able is to come guard the wall while Commander Castus is resting his wound." the mentioning of Arthur's name twice so quickly added a level of condescension to Amadeus' words, but discreetly so. "See to it. Lucius!" Amadeus barked, spotting the worthy Roman soldier standing by the stables. He lifted his gloved hand and gestured for the younger male to come forward to him - he waited where he was, silently fuming. Galahad Galahad's chuckle was genuine as Alina came forward. Her thin arms lifted to hold him about the neck and his arms reached around her slender waist. He tipped his chin upwards initially, dislodging the strands of dark hair that had clung to his beard when she first embraced him. He then lowered his chin to press a kiss to her temple. She felt so small in his arms! Did she always feel like that?
The young knight gave a bark of laughter, moving to hold Alina at arms length, peering into her dark eyes curiously. He didn't know why he had thought this reunion would be awkward. Ok, so she had lost her cousin and he had had to high-tail it out of Badon on this mission, but it wasn't something that he could have avoided really... and the history with Gawain was just that - history. They had a clean slate, a fresh start. They could pretend that the past had been just a bad nightmare and move on forwards now. Right? "I'm so happy that you're safe!" Galahad exclaimed, placing a hand to her cheek, mussing the edges of her hair which was damp from the persistent rain and brushed his thumb over her cheekbone. "It was just awful out there..." he said in a quiet voice, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the bruise that was clearly visible on her jaw, his gaze and voice distant. "Terrible. We lost ... " he paused, looking into her dark eyes and swallowed roughly. He didn't want to tell her that they had lost Gedeon and so he chickened out. He shook his head, curly hair matted to his pale forehead as he laced an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a tight hug. Saoirse Saoirse was within two seconds of completely losing her mind. Her grip on sanity was fleeting, it was tenuous and she could feel that one tether threaten to snap. Her blue eyes looked around frantically and angrily she pushed forward even more. She looked over at Arthur, flinching when the cold raindrops hit her upturned face. Her gaze was accusing but he was distracted. Saoirse gasped, feeling a hole begin to gape in her chest as she turned, arm slung across her upper body to hold herself together and looked around at all the other faces. Something was very, very wrong!
His rumbling voice pierced through the cotton that seemed to be packed into Saoirse's head. Her head whipped around, searching or the source of the voice. She was not imagining it! The Irish woman dashed to the side, ducking under someone's horse as she sought her lover, frantic. She saw Derfel standing by the cart and gave a sob of both relief and anxiety to see Dagonet sitting there on the edge of a cart, Derfel extending his hand towards him. "Dagonet!" Saoirse called out, slipping in the mucky ground that was no help to her already hindered movements due to the sticky wound on her hip, and she caught herself before hitting the ground. She continued to stagger towards the Sarmatian, not taking her eyes off of him for one moment as she unceremoniously shoved past Derfel and threw her arms around Dagonet. Immediately she knew it was a bad idea and hopped back two paces, staring with wide, tear filled blue eyes at the man, her hands extended outwards from her body in apology for hurting him. "Dagonet... I thought, I thought ... I saw yer horse an' I thought... " Saoirse babbled, pointing with a wavering, wet finger towards Dagonet's empty mount. "Wha' happened ye? Wha' happened him?!" Saoirse turned that question to Derfel, giving him a sharp look. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:40 PM Post #30 |
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Author: DarkDiva Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 1:34 pm Lourdes Lourdes' head twisted back and forth listening to the banter at her. It was quite amusing she smiled that smile she knew so well looking at the man Ash her brow furrowing in amusement.
She laughed at him gently. "Speak not of what you know nothing about boy. I can kill without ever touching someone." She eyed him taking him in, no he smelled dirty and Guinevere could tell her why. "You are no boy to take on Arthur. I can handle him better then any other," She smirked.
"I am one of your own." Lourdes said sternly, Guinevere’s words cutting her to core. She was more Britain then any other here. She left her own brother to stay in Britain and be true to her mother’s line. She sighed hearing Merlin and listening to his plan. It wouldn't work. One look from either of these two and they would be given away. She had an idea at that moment. She looked gently at Guinevere then Merlin. “May I have a word with your daughter, if she doesn’t mind." Lourdes loved Guinevere as a sister. She may think nothing of Lourdes, but Lourdes was behind her a hundred and ten percent. Guinevere would bring change to the country. Merlin had become too much of a rogue, and even seemed to have turned against Lourdes. Which means he lost Avalon’s support. She would have to wait and see. |
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