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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 08:17 PM Post #361 |
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Author: Kay Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 2:33 am Grace Grace grimaced as she set out into the cold, damp morning. Rain! It did nothig to improve her opinion of the world outside of her hut. She would have given anything to be able to spend the day as she normally did, making up the soaps and lotions that they sold on their market stall. Oh well, there was nothing to be done about it. Her mother had eaten a little breakfast, and kept it down; the medicine had helped to banish the excruciating stomach cramps. Caroline was sitting with her now, and was to take over on the stall at midday. The inhabitants of the fortress were up and about their daily business, and Grace, keeping her head down, struggled toward the market, pushing a cart piled with goods to sell. She set up the stall, erecting a canvas canopy over the it, to protect her wares from the rain. Then she carefully arranged the little baskets filled with soaps, bottles of lotion, and jars of various creams on the bright cloth that she had spread across the table that formed the stall. She scattered a few sprigs of dried lavender, sage, thyme and mint on the cloth to make the display more appealing, and then she sat down on her little wooden stool to await her first customer. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 08:18 PM Post #362 |
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Author: linnet Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 4:07 am Gawain Opening his eyes to the sight of Lavinia’s scowling face was not the way Gawain, or anyone he reckoned, should have to start the day. It took a minute to get his bearings. It was morning and he was still in the infirmary, but apparently not for long. Shit. He wasn’t supposed to have fallen asleep (or was it passed out?) here. He had no objections to leaving the place, and was more than willing to vacate the bed for someone who needed it. Sitting up as the saintly crone bustled off trailing instructions, the knight became aware that his head was about to explode. It throbbed in the front behind both eyes, and ached sickeningly in the back at the base of his skull. Damn wine. He groaned and reached down for his boots. His right arm had been secured and immobilized from the elbow down in a firm splint, and placed in a sling. It throbbed too, but not nearly as insistently as his head. As he pulled his boots on, he noticed something was missing – the smell of however many days it had been since he’d bathed. Someone had cleaned him up while he slept. He didn’t want to think about who it was. He grabbed his cloak and took a look around, thinking that Dagonet had to be here somewhere, and wondering how his friend was doing. But since he didn’t see him anywhere, Gawain didn’t want to go looking and risk disturbing him. He skirted past some kind of disturbance involving Lavinia, small people wearing blankets, and soldiers – one of whom looked a lot like Brendyn. When he got outside, the daylight seared his eyes and he moaned again. He had to clear his aching brain and decide what to do with himself. He hadn’t eaten since early the previous morning. Right now the thought of putting food in his stomach wasn’t too inviting, but he knew he should eat. He would go to the tavern, get some tea maybe, and face the questions that were sure to be asked about why Brianna wasn’t with him. As if he had an answer. Thinking about her sent a wave of emptiness and regret into the center of his being. As he started toward the tavern, Gawain tried to remember what it was that Lavinia had told him to get from the apothecary. The witch part he could remember, just thinking about her, but not the other part. Hell, if he didn’t even know what he wanted, there was no sense in trying to get it. Except, he thought, maybe the apothecary sold something that would get rid of his headache, and he had to pass by the market place anyway. When he reached the many booths and stalls that constituted the fort’s market, he had no idea which was the apothecary, having never been sent to get anything there before. There were plenty of stalls with food and trinkets, but none that appeared to sell medicine. Finally he spotted one that looked likely. There were bottles and jars of various sizes for sale. He approached the stall where a woman sat overseeing her wares . “Good morning,” he said to get her attention. The effort of speaking for the first time today and the sound of his own voice shot daggers through his head, making him wince and groan. “I need some kind of witch thing, and blessed relief for a headache from hell.” |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:21 PM Post #363 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 8:02 am Derfel Derfel had slept well; his dreams had been filled with visions of his father and the few innocent years of his early childhood. He was warm and comfortable for the first time in days….Linnesse’s tiny frame pressed against his was more comfort to Derfel than she’d ever know. Certainly her love would be Derfel’s salvation. He never heard Linnette enter their room and deliver the morning meal. However, he did finally stir at the loss of contact with Linnesse’s body as his lover climbed out of their tiny bed. For a moment, Derfel’s eyes refused to open. His back had been grateful for the soft mattress again, not to mention the feel of Linnesse’s slender fingers and warm breath….She is my reason for living. The bed tremored enough for Derfel to take note and he finally allowed his eyes to open to the morning. Immediately, his mind began to think on what he should be doing…seeing to Linnette and looking in on Dagonet….and somehow facing life without his best friend. But first things first, Linnesse would need food and drink. As he yawned and rolled over on his side, Derfel found Linnesse sitting on the edge of the bed and what was that on the chair? A tray of food? The pleasant smell of fresh juice and bread filled his nostrils and right on cue, Derfel’s empty stomach made itself known with a growl. “Mhmm…morning, luv….don’t tell me you managed to fetch that?” Derfel questioned with a voice coarse from misuse and most likely heavy snoring during the night. He reached up to rub a hand over Linnesse’s shoulders and then languidly pushed himself up into a sitting position behind her. Derfel brushed the hair from Linnesse’s shoulder and promptly placed a soft kiss at the nape of her neck. “I missed you,” He whispered while sliding an arm around Linnesse’s slender waist and resting the point of his stubbly chin on her shoulder. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:22 PM Post #364 |
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Author: Kay Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 8:33 am Grace Grace sat quietly behind her market stall, hoping that she would have an uneventful morning.She pulled her cloak a little tighter around her; the air was damp and she already felt cold. She kept her eyes cast downwards, and concentrated on drawing a circle on the ground with her foot.
Grace almost fell off her chair as a gruff voice cut into her thoughts.She glanced up and her heart suddenly plunged into her stomach. It was him! That foul beast from the previous day; true he was cleaner now, but he looked terrible; his eyes were bloodshot and he was wincing from the effort of speaking.
Grace stared blankly at him for a few moments before realising that she must seem like a halfwit, and surely that is how she must appear to this man; first nearly falling under the hooves of his horse and now this! But why should I care what he believes of me? she thought to herself. The silence between them was palpable and Grace knew she had to break it. Say something! her brain screamed. Anything! She noticed the tangled mess of his hair, and latched on to the thought. "Do you need an infusion to wash your hair with?" she finally managed in a tiny voice. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:23 PM Post #365 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 9:55 am Linnesse
"Mmm, likewise, love," Linnesse reached back and rested her hand on his stubbly cheek, then craned her head around to kiss him. Because of the angle, it landed on his cheek rather than his lips- but she was little concerned with that, and propped herself up on her elbow now, reaching eagerly for the nearest mug of juice. Now that she had had a second's rest, hunger and thirst was once again paramount- and the juice was so good, unbelievably good. It slid down her throat, tangy and sweet and rich, and she had sucked down half the mug before she made herself stop and set the cup down, then turned over on her back and grinned up at Derfel, smiling despite her earlier somber thoughts. "Linnette must have brought it- it was on the floor by the door." A shadow crossed her face as she was reminded again of Linnette- but food first. Then she would see to her sister straight away. She pushed herself up to a sitting position, a little breathlessly, and turned to face the tray, reaching for a hunk of bread. "I'm starving," she exclaimed in sheepish admission, tearing the bread in two and passing half to Derfel behind her, then taking a big, enthusiastic bite of her half. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:24 PM Post #366 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 12:06 pm Arthur, Darya, and Neeve Was it morning already? Arthur’s brows drew together as he stirred from his slumber; side aching and his back stiff from a long motionless night in bed. Without opening his eyes, he unconsciously reached out to touch whomever it was curled up on the bed at his side. Thick fingers lightly treaded over the soft material of Darya’s dress and Arthur felt his lover stir beneath his touch. He turned his head and opened his eyes…and the corner of his mouth twisted up into a small smile. “Arthur?” Darya whispered as she rose up enough to find the Roman’s emerald eyes focused on her face which clearly shown with her concern for Arthur. She immediately touched the Roman’s forehead and allowed her expression to soften at finding Arthur’s brow much cooler this morning. It was morning, right? And immediately Darya’s stomach churned in confirmation of the time. “Angel,” Arthur quietly answered while allowing his index finger to lightly trace along Darya’s jaw line. He then took note of the sounds of someone else in the room still sleeping deeply...and turned his gaze from Darya to find Lancelot’s slumped form filling the chair beside Arthur’s bed. So the Roman had not dreamt it; Lancelot’s presence surely signified that their broken friendship had indeed been mended. The fire in the hearth made a crackling sound drawing Arthur’s attention. Neeve had also remained and at hearing soft voices coming from Arthur’s bed, the healer stood up from the chair she’d occupied through the night to stir at the coals. She then approached her patient and immediately felt Arthur’s forehead for an indication if his fever had returned. “How did you sleep, Commander? You appear better, but I will reserve judgment until I change the dressing on your side,” Neeve said while sitting down on the edge of the bed next to Arthur opposite his lady. She glanced over at Lancelot and slightly smirked at his position in the chair….he’d surely awake with a stiff neck and no doubt a grumpy attitude. “I feel much improved, Neeve. You have my gratitude for taking such good care of a difficult patient,” Arthur gave a small wink at his healer, letting Neeve decide if he meant himself or Lancelot, and then attempted to sit up. He grimaced and groaned, but the Roman managed to push himself up enough for Neeve to examine him as she requested. Immediately, the healer went to work gently lifting the bandage and carefully inspecting the line of stitches. Darya sat up fully and raked a hand through her long hair while watching the healer check Arthur’s wound. She brought a hand to rest on top of Arthur’s wanting to reassure herself that her lover was indeed better this morning. While Neeve tended him, Arthur’s head finally began to clear. He had much to accomplish and needed to get up out of this bed the moment Neeve completed re-dressing his stitches. Arthur had sent instruction for both Amadeus and Malcus to attend him this morning…and also Arthur had requested a word with Gedeon’s young widow. That particular meeting would be difficult to conduct. Arthur still blamed himself for Gedeon’s loss and would personally see to it that the young lady had anything she needed. And then the Commander would deal with Merlin’s broken oath of peace between them. Arthur’s expression turned a little darker with that thought and the emotional mask he wore as ‘Commander’ began to fall into place. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:27 PM Post #367 |
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Author: linnet Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 3:11 pm Mother Lavinia
Lavinia's mouth, which had fallen open at the sight of a child in chains covered with a blanket as if it was a rabid fox, closed resolutely. She pushed back her shoulders and took a deep breath, puffing herself up to maximum intimidation size. She was pleased to see the injured woman and the child were known and attached to each other. The nun stepped forward, her angry eyes fixed on the soldiers who had dragged the wretched girl in. “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded.
“Take the chains off this child immediately. I don’t care what your orders are. This is my infirmary, and you will follow my rules here. Injured children locked in chains will not be tolerated,” Lavinia demanded. “You can stay and watch over your prisoners if you insist. But they will not be physically restrained, and they will not be returned to your vile dungeons as long as they need medical care. Do you understand, you noble Roman brutes?” The matronly nun then turned to the Woad woman who was trying to soothe the half-crazed child. “Keep the girl with you, and calm her as best you can. As soon as the chains are removed bring her along and you will both be given the treatment you need. Are you strong enough to help with her now?” Suddenly another small girl scooted through the legs of one of the soldiers and plopped herself right in the middle of everything, looking for all the world as if she was ready to make a new friend.
Recognizing the little intruder, Lavinia wasted no time, swooping down and picking up the curious child. The nun deposited Fleur next to her apprehensive looking sister. “I’ll be back to find out what you two were up to later,” she said sternly. “Stay put!” Then Lavinia returned to face the soldiers, waiting with her arms crossed for them to take the chains off the pathetic Woad urchin. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:28 PM Post #368 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 3:34 pm Eala Eala felt such relief at having found another woad here that she barely registered who it was. She had known Neeria, Donnchadh had known Neeria. They had been of a similar age but her older brother had not been the type who was inclined to make friends. With anyone. He had been an outcast amongst his peers and Eala, being his little sister, had become something similar. Though people did tend to gravitate towards her, curious about her apparent disability and sympathetic with her plight. The familiar musky scent of the woods emanated from Neeria's skin. Eala wrapped her arms about the woman's narrow waist, giving a slight hiccup of pain in her shoulder. But she grit her teeth and held on for dear life. The familiar rumble of their native tongue vibrated thruogh her body as she shut her black eyes. She glanced up at Neeria -
Misty eyed, Eala's face scrunched up in stark displeasure at the question and she glared over her shoulder at the soldiers who had brought her here, though they had not been the ones that hurt her. To Eala all Romans were the same. She made a spitting noise but did not actually spit, turning back to Neeria. She was not crying but now that someone else was there, Eala was able to let go a little, and she started to feel all the little pains in her body. The cut on her lip, the bruises on her face, the swollen blood-blisters on her stomach where she had been kicked, not to mention the unsettling angle of one of her shoulders. Eala was neatly sheltered by Neeria's blanket but still attached to the two soldiers by the chains. She was not letting up on her grip about Neeria's waist but she turned her head to look at the soldiers accusingly, almost smug in the safety of another woad's embrace.
Eala could understand that much from him and immediately bared her teeth, starting to pace around Neeria until she stood at the woman's side, still with her arms clamped about her waist, glaring heatedly at the guards. She was unaware of another woman's attentions on them and only perked up when the nun stepped forward. There was noise, the tone of the woman's voice seemed to penetrate Eala's otherwise deaf ears, but there was not enough consistent volume to the voice for it to make sense to Eala. She glanced quizzically at the nun but her eyes darted to the door once it opened. She was on the defense immediately, her body stiffened next to Neeria's and her head poked forward as if she were ready to spring. Two young blonde girls walked in. For a minute Eala thought she was looking at a pool of water - the girls were slight like her reflection was in the rivers, they were blonde like she had seen herself to be, and they were young. One of them looked directly at her and she found herself just staring right back, bewildered. The nun stepped forawrd and deposited the littlest of the girls closer to the bigger, Eala watched in fascination. When the nun walked back towards her, however, she went rigid again. "Mmmph - mmmmmnnnnnnnph!" she grunted in protest, not aware that the nun was trying to help her. Eala's black eyes looked up at Neeria and she gestured her head in the direction of the nun, questions all alight in her eyes, her little nose scrunched. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:29 PM Post #369 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 3:38 pm Derfel Linnesse’s sweet kiss instantly brought a smile to Derfel’s rather sleepy expression. He watched as his lover took a generous drink and thanked the gods she seemed to be recovering well from her illness. A yawn threatened to split his face as Derfel shifted on the bed to swing his legs over the side.
Derfel’s brows rose to near his hairline. Linnette had been here already this morning? Well, that was a good sign he supposed. But he noted the way Linnesse’s bright expression seemed to dim at the mention of her sister. Certainly, she was worried about Linnette. Yet Derfel was more preoccupied with Linnesse’s current condition. She appeared to be moving a bit slower than normal and probably should not be up and about just yet.
“Mhmmm…me too,” Derfel replied while gladly accepting the chunk of bread from Linnesse’s fingers. He promptly plopped the food in his mouth and chewed while thinking on what would be best for Linnesse. His lover surely should rest while he sought out Linnette. Perhaps he could persuade Linnette to spend the day with Linnesse…..that way Derfel could keep a watchful eye on them both. “Soon as I fill my belly, I’ll see where your sister has gotten to, luv,” Derfel promised while reaching across Linnesse’s lap to retrieve a mug of juice. He drank his fill and then wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “And then I will make sure ya both rest well,” Derfel smiled affectionately at Linnesse and before reaching for a piece of cheese from the platter, placed a small kiss on his lover’s cheek. Derfel’s gaze then fell to where his saddlebags sat on the floor on the far side of the room. And carefully placed on top was Aelle’s sword still wrapped meticulously in cloth. Derfel could not avoid his heritage even if he wanted to. Not that he ever tried to hide or run from it before….but knowing that he was the only surviving son of a Saxon King was still quite overwhelming. And Derfel had no idea how to deal with the knowledge….and all that he could see when he looked at that sword was Aelle’s face just as the man had died. He continued to chew on the hunk of cheese and returned his attention to Linnesse, thankful to have her still. “Where should I look first?” Derfel asked while standing and toeing on his boots. He then downed the rest of his juice and sat the empty mug back down on the tray. While awaiting Linnesse’s suggestions, Derfel helped himself to another chunk of bread after deciding there was plenty of food for Linnesse to eat her fill as well. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:32 PM Post #370 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 4:29 pm Brendyn The child seemed to be communicating with the older woad, then turned her face toward he and Titrus with an almost smug look on it. Cheeky blighter anyway! Brendyn did notice that the prisoner understood where he meant to take her after the healer was done, and she went to stand by the other woad while glaring definantly at him. Brendyn pulled at the chains gently moving the girl away from the other and back toward he and the other guard. He would not tolerate definance in anyone. Thank the lord god for his stubborn half he had been born with! Brendyn and Titrus stood their ground as the nun whom Brendyn did not know sttod there studying the woad child as if he had brought in a snake, or something. What was even worse was that the nun did not see the danger in letting the two woads make contact. The young soldier met the nun's angry gaze with one of his own. He controlled his anger as the nun approached he and Titrus....
With a heavy impatient sigh, Brendyn spoke, "You heard me. This girl needs medical attention, and then she goes back to the dungeons as per the orders of Commander Malcus." He had finished speaking his piece when she continued. In his mind, he solomnly wondered how such a stupid minded nun could be in an infirmary. Had he heard her right? This insolent nun wanted the chains off a woad who had taken down two top Roman soldiers so far? Narrowing his eyes, Brendyn spoke in a far more dangerous tone than he ever had...especially to a nun, "We have our orders. The prisoner is to remain chained and is considered dangerous. While she is in my custody, she remains chained...I don't care if you are the Pope of Rome. Until I have my orders to release her, she remains like this, and they both will be returned to the dungeons as per the Commander's orders! Do you understand me?" But when he finished talking, it had seemed like he had talked to thin air, for the nun turned to the woad woman who was still coddling the child....
.....Brendyn, with the chain still wrapped around his hand, reached down with the other to shove the older woad away from his prisoner. The whole situation was becoming dangerous and there was only he and Titrus....though he thought he had seen a third Roman guard who had brought in the older woad. he stood up again as soon as the older woman was shoved away, and said, "You are sorely mistaken nun. The chains will not be removed, nor do I intend to remove them. Do not make me report you for interfering with Roman law. Now, take the woman and treat her so that we can send her back to the dungeons..." He was ready to say more when he felt someone small scoot between his legs, and he saw a small girl whom he did not know, plop down right in the middle of everything unaware of the danger. The small girl looked as though she wanted to make friends or something, and now things were even more dangerous. The little girl could be injured, or....
...The nun picked up the child, and deposited her next to the other. Thank the heavens for that at least! But what else was going to happen? The injury he had sustained yesterday in the battle was now bleeding again and was causing him no end to pain, but he bit it back as he had his duty to do. When the nun turned back to Brendyn and Titrus, she had her arms crossed like some sort of god ready to throw lightning from her eyes. This time he refused to talk, but stood there waiting for her to tend to her duty so he could do his. There was no doubt that he'd report this incident to the Commander. By the time this healer got around to doing anything but making demands, the prisoner could be dead as well as the other one.... Not that he cared except for the fact that neither were to be harmed...
Brendyn looked square at the nun, then at the wounded child, and said firmly, "I suggest, that you tend to her wounds as I have ordered. While you have been debating her freedom, her wounds have gotten no better....now do as you are asked woman." |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:33 PM Post #371 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 5:38 pm Lancelot and Neeve There was a darkness around him, the black air only punctuated by one thing - the sound of men fighting. Lancelot knew he had to get to the men, he had to stop them from killing one another, but he felt as if he were mired in tar. His legs churned, his body fought and his blades slashed through the thick air, but to no avail. "Lancelot!" Shit. "Arthur!" The Sarmatian's hoarse voice shot through the gloom like an arrow of fire, and suddenly his vision cleared, and there were the two soldiers. One was a man Lancelot didn't recognize, and the other was Arthur. Arthur's form was somehow right in front of him, as if Lancelot had flown to the Roman's side, and the commander smiled up at him from his prone position on the ground. He reached up a bloody hand to Lancelot. "Find yourself another whore for the night, my friend." And then his head seperated itself from his body, and Lancelot screamed. He woke, sure the sound he'd made had been aloud, and sat up abruptly. The tunic he'd been holding fell to his lap, and his eyes went immediately to where the other three in the room were sitting - on Arthur's bed, who was very much alive. Lancelot felt shakey and strange, and glanced at the window. "Morning has come already?" he grumbled, trying to hide the fear he knew showed in his speech. Fuck. He looked to Neeve as she completed changing the dressing over Arthur's wound, his hands still twisting around the shirt he held. "How is it?" he asked bluntly. The dark haired Briton cocked her head as she stared at the wound and then at Lancelot as she finished covering it back up. "Better. But Arthur - you are still in need of much rest," she told the commander. Her tone brooked no argument, and her eyes flickered to the First Knight again. "Do not let him leave today." Lancelot pursed his lips wryly and rubbed at his sore neck. Sleeping in chairs was not his favorite thing to do - especially when it meant sharing a room with Arthur and someone else. Especially Arthur's lover - and Lancelot's kin. He felt a flush flood his cheeks, but shrugged it away. He had nothing to be embarrassed over. Men had lovers - it was the way of the world. He certainly had a few himself - whore - Cursing internally, he stood, and stretched his tired frame out, his leathers hanging low at his slender hips. He thought briefly that he should see a tailor soon, and pulled the borrowed tunic back over his head. He retrieved his hauberk and leather jacket, and pulled them on as well, if only to keep his under clothing from sliding off. "You heard the lady, commander," Lancelot said, a smirk finding a home on his features. "No traveling to Merlin today. But never fear. I'm sure the Optio," he couldn't help but make a face, as if he had discovered something unpleasant between his teeth. "I'm sure the Optio will have plenty of explaination for us. If he doesn't...well...I'm sure I can worm it out of him." The smirk faded from his mouth at that, and was replaced by a dangerously seductive look that did not bode anything good. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:34 PM Post #372 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 6:56 pm Adian As he lie awake listening with some interest to the scuffle between a feisty nun, and a Roman soldier and other people who were involved, Adian just felt like he wanted to get out of the infirmary and start getting back to his life. Granted his shoulder hurt still from the surgery to repair the wound the spear head had made, but he was of no use to anyone just lying there watching the day move without him. The Roman who had been guarding him for reasons he did not know, had finally received his orders to let Adian go free. Adian was known around the fort, and sources had said he had been supplying meat to the Tavern while food had been in shortage...and still was. Other information was disclosed which brought about his freedom.... ....He was finally able to give his statement to an officer: how he had gone out hunting, and had fallen ill. He was captured by the woads and held in their camp until the fact that he had saved the life of Fiona, Merlin's daughter, could be proven. His life had been spared and he was finally left go.... Then he ended up here. The guard at his bedside clarified that he had seen Adian leave during the night to hunt, and would return in the morning with meat. All of these things combined brought about his freedom from being guarded... Adian watched the guards leave, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Now, he had to go and buy new clothes and get rid of these woad clothes he had been given. Now that his fever was gone, Adian could not figure out why he'd ever agree to wear such things. Slowly, he got out of bed, stretched slightly, and winced a bit, then moved out of the infirmary and into the cold early morning air. First line of order was clothes and a cloak. The fort was already waking up, and it was a sound he never thought he'd hear again....though the fort, had once again, received damage from the woad attack. There was much to do. He went back to his quarters that he had shared with Thorn...or at least he had recalled having done so. Even during his fever, her face came to his mind often. Adian opened the door to his quarters expecting to see Thorn there, but she wasn't. Maybe she was at the Tavern? After he cleaned himself up, the young hunter dressed in a new pair of breeches which he tucked into his boots that he had also put on, a new deep green tunic, and took out the extra cloak he had kept for his travels. Heading out the door again, Adian headed toward the tavern to get something to eat.... Vanora She had felt Bors get out of bed, and that woke her up if nothing else. He was not the most quiet person when it came to getting dressed and ready to leave the house. Stretching her lean slender body, she got out of bed, dressed, and then made sure the twins were fed....they were getting big. The children were still asleep, and Vanora knew that the older ones would make sure the younger ones were dressed and then brought to the tavern for breakfast, before going outside to play. Aaron's wife who took care for the twins while Vanora was at work, came right on time as always. She was a dear woman, and Vanora was greatful for her help. She frowned as she had not seen Fiona come home... The red head placed a shawl about her shoulders, and walked out the door closing it behind her and headed for the tavern. In the cold morning air, she could smell the fresh baked bread and other food permiating the winter morning. On such a cold morning, they were sure to be busy. Vanora entered the tavern and nodded to the wenches who were already at work, before heading to see what the cooks were making for the day... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:36 PM Post #373 |
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Author: linnet Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 8:02 pm Juna
Juna smiled, and felt herself blush like a teenage maiden, hoping she hadn’t made too much of a spectacle of herself. But Merlin sounded pleased, not mocking. Yes, she had enjoyed that. And she supposed that it could feed a man’s sense of pride to know he could provide so much pleasure. Somehow she had always believed that having sex with someone you loved would be this special. Still, she suspected that the love factor had to share some of the credit with Merlin's own special prowess. That thought made her chuckle lightly and blush a little deeper.
Those may have been the most welcome words Juna had ever heard. His accompanying kiss, and the way he held her made her believe he meant them. “Thank you,” she said sincerely, raising her face to look into his eyes, and to softly return his kiss.
Juna laughed and sat up, rearranging her clothing and brushing back her hair with her fingers. Then she stood and took a quick look around the small shelter in the growing light of day. “I should see how some of the most badly injured got through the night,” she said. “And get all my supplies ready to be moved. I’d best start earning my keep again, since it looks like I’ll be staying around for a while.” She gave Merlin a radiant smile and left. The smile didn’t want to go away as she walked back to her own deserted shelter. Even when she came upon Guinevere, Connell, and another woman, she surprised herself by greeting them with a smile and a cheerful , “Good morning Connell. Ladies,” as she breezed past. Gawain What was her problem? the suffering knight wondered. Hadn’t the apothecary woman heard him? She just sat there looking like a rabbit frozen in fear, but desperately twitching in search of a reprieve from some predator. He waited, hoping her mental faculties would kick in any minute. There was something almost familiar about her, but his own brain hurt too much right now to try to remember where he had seen her before. He looked around and behind her, thinking maybe there was someone else in the stall who was competent enough to take care of customers.
Gawain’s eyes narrowed and bore in on her. “What did you say?” he growled, leaning almost menacingly over the table full of jars and bottles that separated him from the young woman. She was obviously mocking him, and ill-intentioned remarks about his hair were one thing that the knight would not tolerate. The last man he had overheard in the tavern making derisive hair comments was still eating all his meals through a straw. But on closer scrutiny, the knight realized the woman was too frightened and tongue-tied to be deliberately making fun of his hair. And she was a woman, after all. “Sorry,” he said, pushing on his forehead with the palm of his hand to ease the pain, and backing off a couple steps. “Maybe you didn’t hear me right. I’ve got a headache and a damn broken arm and I need some of your apothecary stuff for those things. Not for my hair.” He looked at her expectantly, just wanting to be understood. She didn’t look all that dimwitted to him. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:39 PM Post #374 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 8:10 pm Titrus
Titrus was furious because he knew Malcus would be furious which in turn meant there would be retribution. The commander would not want his name thrown around like this, especially out of context.
Titrus cringed. This was going all wrong and he needed to do something. The new soldier was out of control. Despite the pain in his wrist from the bite mark, Titrus stepped up to Brendyn, nose to nose. "I outrank you soldier, now stand down. That's an order! If there is issue with that order, report it to my commander, Malcus Barbattus! Now, STAND DOWN!" Titrus was so angry he spat when he spoke. He snatched the chains out of Brendyn's hand, making sure to cause no more injury to the child. Titrus gritted his teeth and addressed Brendyn again, this time in a lowly growl, "I WILL report you to Commander Barbattus once we leave this place. How DARE you speak to a woman of the church in that tone, soldier. This is your second fucking day at this post and this is your behavior? You will be educated to our ways here at Badon Keep. Our commanding officer told you the rules just last night did he not? Apparently you weren't listening, which by the way was rule #2. Now he's going to get your arse, boy. I'll see to it personally." Titrus struggled to maintain control. He cleared his throat and turned to face the nun who was standing next to the prisoners with her mouth open, aghast at the whole scene. "Please forgive him, sister. He is new here and does not know our ways." Titrus took the ring of keys and looked to the older woad woman who had resumed holding the wild girl under her blanket. "I'm going to unchain her now. You must secure her so that she doesn't get hurt any more than she already is. If she attempts escape, there will be consequences. I have been ordered as such." Titrus rolled his eyes at Brendyn and bent down to unlock the girl's chains. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:41 PM Post #375 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 8:23 pm Linnesse
"Mmm...her room, I suppose? And then the tavern?" Linnesse suggested, around the mouthful of both bread and cheese she was chewing. It made a comical lump in her cheek, at odds with her thoughtful expression, before she picked up her mug and downed the most of the rest of the juice to wash it down. The juice was like heaven- so tangy and sweet, perfect! An expression of almost rapturous contentment crossed her face as she swallowed it, briefly closing her eyes, then opening them and rising to her feet as she reached for another bite of bread. "I'll come with you, love- I'm fine." She reassured him of that with a smile. Well- she was not really herself. She felt rather fragile, certainly incapable of any great exertion. But walking across a courtyard or two seemed much more manageable today than it had been yesterday, and she could always rest once she'd found Linnette. That was the paramount thing now. "She might be in the baths, too," she added, continuing on her that train of thought. She crossed over to the dresser as she spoke, walking rather more slowly than normal, but steadily enough, especially now that she had some food in her. "She always found a bath relaxing- and if I come, I can check the women's side for you. She wouldn't thank you to go looking for her there." She tossed Derfel a small laugh and comically pained glance, imagining Linnette's reaction to that, in some bizarre theoretical world that would never exist. Horrible to contemplate, even under the best of circumstances- which these decidedly weren't. Merlin
"Indeed." Merlin's smile for her in answer to that was warm and happy, conveying all his gratitude for that turn of events that his mere words did not. He had turned to his small bag in the corner of the shelter and retrieved a shirt from it, which he was in the process of pulling on as she moved for the doorway, her hair arranged and all business once again. Except for that smile. Lovely. As he himself left the shelter just a moment later, shirt and boots on and ready to go, Merlin had a rather incongruous grin on his own, which he had to sternly compose into a more suitably serious look, though there remained an optimistic air about him that didn't go away- and why should it? Retreat was the right thing to do now. Right for the wounded, for the tired, for all of them. They would make a tactical retreat now, and fight another day. That was all there was to it. Ahead of him, Juna was on her way to her healer's shelter, passing a knot of three people with a breezy greeting as she passed. Recognizing the very people he needed to speak to, Merlin followed in her wake, reaching Guinevere, Mona, and Connell just a second later. "Good morning for traveling," he remarked, with a brief glance at the sky to prove the truth of his words. In truth it could have been better- it was cloudy still, and the rain, which had recently stopped, still threatened. But it didn't dismay him much- nothing did, at the moment. He turned to Mona, a pleasant, though purposeful, look on his face. "You have your things ready? I've decided it would be a good idea for you to join these two." He nodded from Connell to Guinevere, favoring his daughter, particularly, with a paternal smile. "They mean to rescue the prisoners, along with Ash." He paused a moment, wondering what Mona's reaction would be to that. Would she resist it, given Neeria's possible treachery? Of course, Neeria was not the only prisoner to be considered- there was Eala, too. |
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