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April 2008
Topic Started: Nov 5 2009, 10:37 PM (3,984 Views)
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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:

Ash
 

                        "With all due respect, Lady, Eala would never come to
                        you, unless it was to kill you. Or have you forgotten
                        how you befell one of our own last you came?"



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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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 1:03 am
Vanora and Bors


Fiona
 
"I think it's a good idea."


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...

Fiona
 
"I hope he arrives safely,"


"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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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.

Gawain
 
“Why the hell don’t you watch where you’re going?”


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:

Gawain
 
“Are you alright?. I’m sorry. It was my fault"


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.

Gawain
 
“Next time, try to watch where I’m going,”


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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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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Author: Kayla
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 1:45 am
Fiona


Vanora
 
"Bors and I would have it no other way, Fiona. Tatiana?
Are you alright over there?"


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.

Vanora & Bors
 
"And I hope Adian returns safely as well, Fiona. Come along, Fiona. Tatiana. Let's go greet the men, eh?

Been keeping Vanora company and helping out with things? Good young lady..."


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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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.

Galahad
 
"Hello stranger..."


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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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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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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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...

Fiona
 
"Glad you're home safely, Bors,"


'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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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…..

Brendyn
 
"Sir? Is there something wrong? You seem troubled?"


“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.

Dagonet
 
"Any help?"


“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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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.

Lancelot
 
"Awake, princess! Welcome to your new home. Wakey wakey,
girl."


"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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:47 am
Merlin


Lourdes
 
"I am as able as the rest including those two. You know
I am trained as well, and trained well. I just don't
resort to such altercations as much I have other means I
can use for persuasion. I delivered Lancelot on my own
did I not, like the commanders first knight is an easy
task to undertake? I am capable, scrutinize me as you
wish. I am a Britain, I have proven myself above and
beyond, I don't believe I need to prove myself anymore.
Take the help or leave....I can still reach them before
Guinevere and Ash can, and heal them if injured.
Artorius....I can handle him"


Ash
 
"I could handle Artorious, too. With all due respect,
Lady, Eala would never come to you - unless it was to
kill you. Or have you forgotten the harm you befell one
of our own last you came?"


Guinevere
 
"The fool speaks wisely for once. Neeria would not trust
you either. We can take care of our own, can't we,
Father?"


"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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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

Linnette
 
"I told you to stay in the infirmary...you shouldn't be
out in the rain...how could you let her do this?"


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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Author: Pinkie
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 12:30 pm
Amadeus


Lancelot
 
"...and you need to let him get to the Medicus, sir,"


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...

Arthur
 
“Amadeus, see to it that the fortress is indeed
secure…double the guard details on the ramparts with
every reasonably uninjured man we have, I will ride to
Merlin’s camp in one hour….I require fresh bandages and
then this, …girl will lead me to her master and I shall
bring these attacks to an end,”


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?

Alina
 
"I'm so happy you're home,"


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!

Dagonet
 
"Any help?"


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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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.

Ash
 
"I could handle Artorious, too. With all due respect,
Lady, Eala would never come to you - unless it was to
kill you. Or have you forgotten the harm you befell one
of our own last you came?"


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.

Guinevere
 
"The fool speaks wisely for once. Neeria would not trust
you either. We can take care of our own, can't we,
Father?"


"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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