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April 2008
Topic Started: Nov 5 2009, 10:37 PM (3,961 Views)
golden_trillium

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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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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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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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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.

Gawain
 
“Good morning,”


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.

Gawain
 
“I need some kind of witch thing, and blessed relief for
a headache from hell.”


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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 9:55 am
Linnesse


Derfel
 
“Mhmm…morning, luv….don’t tell me you managed to fetch
that? I missed you."


"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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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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Author: linnet
Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 3:11 pm
Mother Lavinia


Eala
 
“Nnnnnnn!!!!”


Neeria
 
"Eala!!!!"


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.

Brendyn
 
"This prisoner attacked two officers. I had orders to
bring her here for treatment after that, she is to go
back to the dungeons until further notice."


“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.

Cassidy
 
"Fleur!”


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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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 -

Neeria
 
"What have they done to you, Eala?"


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.

Brendyn
 
"... go back to the dungeons..."


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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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.

Linnesse
 
"Linnette must have brought it- it was on the floor by
the door."


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.

Linnesse
 
"I'm starving,"


“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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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....

Mother Lavinia
 
“What is the meaning of this?” “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,” “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?”


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....

Mother Lavinia
 
“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?”


.....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....

Cassidy
 
"Fleur!”


...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...

Eala
 
"Mmmph - mmmmmnnnnnnnph!"


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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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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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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Author: linnet
Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 8:02 pm
Juna


Merlin
 
"You enjoyed that."


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.

Merlin
 
"So did I."


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.

Merlin
 
"We'll have to do this much more when we get back to the
village. But we'd better get up before they tear this
shelter down around us."


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.

Grace
 
"Do you need an infusion to wash your hair with?"


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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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 8:10 pm
Titrus


Brendyn
 
You heard me. This girl needs medical attention, and
then she goes back to the dungeons as per the orders of
Commander Malcus.


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.

Brendyn
 
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? 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."


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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 8:23 pm
Linnesse


Derfel
 
“Mhmmm…me too. Soon as I fill my belly, I’ll see where
your sister has gotten to, luv. And then I will make
sure ya both rest well. Where should I look first?”


"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

Juna
 
“I should see how some of the most badly injured got
through the night, 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.”


"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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