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April 2008
Topic Started: Nov 5 2009, 10:37 PM (3,960 Views)
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 8:32 pm
Neeria


Neeria stumbled backwards when the angry Roman pushed her away
from Eala. In her weakened state, the woad warrior fell away
like a feather, unable to stand her ground against his force.
She bared her teeth and flexed her fingers, curving them
claw-like, ready to pounce on the man if he hurt Eala any
further. Neeria was ready to defend the younger woad if she
could, no matter how it hurt her to move. Just when she'd made
up her mind to attack the man, the other Roman spoke up and
yelled at him. Neeria relaxed, stunned once again at being
defended by a Roman. She moved to Eala again and wrapped her
arms and blanket around the child once more. She pressed her
mouth to the young girl's ear again and whispered to her,
"don't move."
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 8:33 pm
Tatiana


Entering the tavern for breakfast, Tatiana noticed that there was
already an occupant inside. Seeing Vanora, she nodded towards
the proprietess then said "Afternoon, Vanora. How're you doing
on this fine day?"

She paused and greeted the other occupant with a nod as well.
"Hello, there."

Moving towards another table slightly away from the male
occupant, Tatiana sat down to wait for a serving girl to take
her order, while doing so her mind took her back to the night
that she'd met Brendyn in here so this room meant something
special to the stablegirl.

I wonder what Brendyn's doing now. I can't wait to see him
again. Tatiana thought to herself, a dreamy expression on her
face.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 8:45 pm
Mona


There. The deed was done. Mona had told Guinevere what Mona
had heard on the road. Now she waited for Guinevere's
reaction. The princess was experienced at hiding her true
feelings but Mona got a glimmer of what was that? Anger? Hurt?
Mona wanted to jump for joy that she'd affected the princess.
Maybe there really was hope for her taking Neeria's place
afterall.

Guinevere
 
I am certain that my father did not tell me this news
because he gave no credence to the notion that Neeria
would give such information to Arthur. She must have a
plan of some kind


Yes, I hear the doubt in your voice, Mona thought to herself.
But before she could respond, that bothersome Connell showed
up and interupted the conversation. She would have to feel
Guinevere out some more later.

The threesome walked toward's Merlin's tent. Mona hurried to
keep up with their pace. It was obvious Guinevere didn't want
to have further discussion, so Mona kept quiet. Up ahead,
Merlin greeted them.

Merlin
 
Good morning for traveling. You have your things ready?
I've decided it would be a good idea for you to join
these two. They mean to rescue the prisoners, along with
Ash.


Mona held back her surprise. She didn't want to betray her
true feelings.

"Yes my lord, I am ready to go. I have everything I will need.
But Merlin," she paused, choosing her words carefully,
lowering her eyes, "are you sure that Neeria will come with
us? How can you be sure she can be trusted?"
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Author: Ranchera
Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 9:11 pm
Connell


Juna
 
“Good morning Connell. Ladies,”


That was certainly unexpected, knowing what Juna thought of
him. Connell turned and watched her stride, no, stroll away
with the languid motions of a young woman, hips moving beneath
her long dress. He glanced to the side slightly, considering
that, when Merlin appeared. Connell also felt Guinevere
straighten next to him.

Mona
 
"Yes my lord, I am ready to go. I have everything I will need. But Merlin, are you sure that Neeria will come with us? How can you be sure she can be trusted?"


"Well, why wouldn't she?" the healer asked quickly, his gray
eyes suddenly stormy, and Juna forgotten. "'Trusted'? What is
that supposed to mean?"
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Author: Kay
Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 3:35 am
Guinevere


The trio were nearing Merlin's shelter, when they spotted Juna
breezing along toward her shelter.

Juna
 
“Good morning Connell. Ladies,”


Juna smiled broadly and Guinevere noted that she seemed very
self satisfied this morning. Her father was following just
behind Juna and the princess noted that he also appeared well
rested and joyful.

Merlin
 
"Good morning for traveling,"


Guinevere followed his gaze to the sky, wondering if he saw
something she did not, for the sky was grey and cloudy. She
was about to remark on this fact, but Merlin was already
turning to speak to Mona.

Merlin
 
"You have your things ready? I've decided it would be a
good idea for you to join these two.They mean to rescue
the prisoners, along with Ash."


Guinevere watched Mona's face, wondering if she would repeat
her earlier accusation.

Mona
 
"Yes my lord, I am ready to go. I have everything I will
need. But Merlin are you sure that Neeria will come with
us? How can you be sure she can be trusted?"


To Guinevere's surprise, Connell rounded on Mona;

Connell
 
"Well, why wouldn't she?"Trusted'? What is that supposed
to mean?"


"Mona believes that Neeria has betrayed us to the Romans"
Gunevere said bluntly, casting an accusing stare at Mona.
"Even now, as Neeria lies wounded in some foul dungeon, Mona
mistrusts our sister in arms"

The Woad princess then turned to her father.
"Father" she said, her voice laced with hurt. "Why did you not
tell me what Mona overheard Neeria promise Arthur?"








Grace

Grace got to her feet and was reaching for a bottle of herbal
hair tonic when the creature in front of her leaned over the
table and growled fiercely:

Gawain
 
“What did you say?”


Grace withdrew her hand from the bottle of lotion and backed
away slightly, wanted to distance herself from his menancing
man. His eyes were almost glowing with anger. She swallowed
hard and cast furtive glances to both sides, seeking a means
of escape. What had she said to cause such a reaction?

Just as suddenly, his deameanor changed and he look a couple
of steps back.

Gawain
 
“Sorry, 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 was looking directly at her now, an expectant look on his
face that softened his features a little.

"Apothecary stuff" he'd said and suddenly Grace realised; this
was simply a misunderstanding!

"Oh!" she blurted out. "Oh no, Sir. I do not sell remedies,
only creams and lotions to soften and clean a person" She
spread her hands out to indicate her wares. "You need the
apothecary"

She pointed in the direction of the apothecary's premises,
near to the infirmary.

"Over there" she said, and then quickly sat down on her stool
again, because her legs seemed to have turned to jelly.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 6:40 am
Merlin


Mona
 
"Yes, my lord, I am ready to go. I have everything I
will need. But Merlin, are you sure that Neeria will
come with us? How can you be sure she can be trusted?"


Connell
 
"Well, why wouldn't she? 'Trusted'? What is that
supposed to mean?"


Guinevere
 
"Mona believes that Neeria has betrayed us to the
Romans. Even now, as Neeria lies wounded in some foul
dungeon, Mona mistrusts our sister in arms. Father, why
did you not tell me what Mona overheard Neeria promise
Arthur?"


"Because it was late, daughter, and you had already gone to
bed," Merlin explained matter-of-factly, giving Guinevere a-
well, not stern, but slightly quelling look. It seemed there
was enough tension here between these three- the last thing
they needed was more over a mere misunderstanding.

"I was planning to tell you this morning, but it seems Mona
has beaten me to it." At least partially because I had good
reason to stay in bed this morning. Another smile poked its
way through Merlin's serious countenance, and he quickly
suppressed it again. No time for fond recollections now. He
continued speaking to the other three, explaining everything
carefully. He wanted them all to be one in this- the mission
could not succeed otherwise.

"Yes, it does seem that when she was captured, Neeria told
Castus she would be willling lead him to us. However, at this
point, we have no idea whether she was telling the truth, or
whether it was some kind of ruse. Neeria has certainly never
given us reason to doubt her loyalty before." He shot a look
at Mona, then, a pointed look meant to emphasize the truth of
his words. They didn't know- plain and simple. And he didn't
want Mona jumping to conclusions about a warrior who had
previously given her all to the cause.

"Because there is this uncertainty, I have added another to
the mission," he went on, nodding at Mona to indicate that she
was the addition- as she already knew. "If Neeria is loyal,
she will come with you. If it turns out she is not, you may
leave her with the Roman dogs- or you may kill her, as the
opportunity presents itself." He nodded sharply, with
finality, on that point. If Neeria was indeed a traitor, she
was better off dead. But truly, Merlin felt it more likely
that she was not.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 8:26 am
Brendyn


The young soldier had done everything the way Antonius would
have expected him to act: the woad was an enemy, and he had
seen her fight off two Roman officers, so to maintain a secure
area, Brendyn had maintained control of the prisoner. He
wanted his new Commander to be impressed with his stern
control of the woad prisoner....

...but he realized his error when he suddenly saw an
expression on Titrus's face akin to anger? What had he done
wrong? Brendyn stood close mouthed as he met Titrus's angry
gaze with unwavering steadiness. The wounds under his left arm
felt moist with what he could only guess was blood, and the
pain was growing as well...still he did not flinch...

Titrus
 
"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!"


...even when the chain was snatched from his hands, Brendyn
stood there suddenly feeling defeated. It appeared to him that
Titrus was in sympathy with the prisoner. He looked down at
the hand from which the chain was snatched and saw that it had
left an imprint of the links in his hand, then looked back up
at the angry man. In that moment, it seemed as though he could
"feel" the smug laughter in everyone's eyes as they watched
him be ridiculed. Still, Brendyn did not move from his place
as Titrus continued to remind him of that which Malcus had so
painstakingly told him of the night before...

Titrus
 
"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."


Brendyn didn't flinch. If he got a good lashing for this
supposedly unorthodoxed manner in which he had supposedly
acted, then so be it. He had seen men lashed before, and now,
no doubt, it'd be his turn! How impressed would Commander
Castus be with him now? A soldier with a nice set of strips on
his back. He had no doubt that he had also blown his chances
at standing up to the praise that Antonius had written in his
transfer papers. Commanders Castus and Malcus would be
disappointed in him. He had tried so hard, but with what
Titrus had just barked at him, he'd probably be nothing less
than a bus boy in the tavern Stripped of the rank he now held,
and one that he had been proud of...

Woman of the church? I thought it was a raving lunatic...women
of the church are more respectful than this one was...or so I
always thought... For all of the humility he was feeling,
Brendyn did not show it. He was trained too well for that. He
just stood holding the man's gaze, then Titrus turned to the
nun talking to her as though nothing had gone on. Were they
laughing at the "noble Roman" who was going to get his arse
beaten possibly? Brendyn could almost hear their thoughts...

Titrus
 
"Please forgive him, sister. He is new here and does not
know our ways." "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."


....No doubt the consequences will be her freedom... Brendyn
thought. Forgive me? Does not know our ways? So your ways are
to unchain a prisoner and give her every chance to
escape...which she probably will not do now that she has
everyone's sympathy.... Titrus rolled his eyes at Brendyn then
took the ring of keys and began to unchain the prisoner. Still
he just stood at attention while everyone seemed satisfied
that the woad child was no longer a threat to anyone.

The young soldier stood waiting to be led to Malcus for his
punishment. Antonius had expected nothing but the best from
him while he had been trianing, and Brendyn had always thought
that everything he had been trained to do was right...
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Author: Kay
Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 9:54 am
Guinevere


Merlin
 
"Because it was late, daughter, and you had already gone
to bed, I was planning to tell you this morning, but it
seems Mona has beaten me to it."


There was a hint of chastisement in Merlin's look and
Guinevere felt a slight blush of shame stain her cheeks, but
then, inexplicably, he smiled again and she instantly felt
relieved, if somewhat bemused by his swift change in
demeanour.

Merlin
 
"Yes, it does seem that when she was captured, Neeria
told Castus she would be willling lead him to us.
However, at this point, we have no idea whether she was
telling the truth, or whether it was some kind of ruse.
Neeria has certainly never given us reason to doubt her
loyalty before."


He glanced at Mona when he spoke and Guinevere found herself
nodding along in agreement. This was indeed how she felt about
the situation. The very idea of Neeria betraying them made her
feel sick to the stomach and she would not give any credence
to it.

Merlin
 
"If Neeria is loyal, she will come with you. If it turns
out she is not, you may leave her with the Roman dogs-
or you may kill her, as the opportunity presents
itself."


A gasp escaped the Woad princess' lips at the suggestion. Kill
Neeria! She closed her eyes, trying to digest her father's
words. If Neeria had turned traitor then she would surely have
to die, it was true, but the very thought caused Guinevere
actual physical pain. She shook her head in anger as if trying
to expunge the abhorrent notion. Neeria would not do this!

Guinevere began to fuss with her disguise, anxious to find
something, anything to do that would take her mind off this
current conversation. The mission suddenly seemed to have
taken on a much more unpleasant feel.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 10:54 am
Derfel


Linnesse
 
"Mmm...her room, I suppose? And then the tavern? I'll
come with you, love- I'm fine."


Derfel nodded at Linnesse’s suggestions while he finished
chewing the mouthful of cheese he was eating. Yet he was not
so sure that Linnessse should be going out herself. His lover
did appear a little stronger this morning, but Derfel did not
want Linnesse overextending herself. He quietly studied her
for a moment while she stood up from their bed while he tucked
in the edges of his linen tunic.

Linnesse
 
"She might be in the baths, too. 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."


Derfel could not suppress a soft chuckle at that image. No,
he’d not be poking around in the womens side of the baths….not
even for Linnette….Mithras! Especially not to see his future
sister in law without her clothes on. He slightly shook his
head as he imagined Linnette’s furry in such a situation.

“She’d no doubt throw something sharp at me,” Derfel mused for
a moment longer while sharing a small laugh with Linnesse and
then straightened his posture. He stepped ‘round Linnesse to
retrieve a brown leather belt from the chest of drawers;
making quick work of lashing it around his waist.

“Are you sure I should let you be up and about, luv?” Derfel
asked in a gentle tone while reaching for Linnesse. He pulled
her into a warm embrace and smiled down into her brilliantl
blue eyes. Concern was still visible across Derfel’s
expression, but he’d not argue if Linnesse felt strong enough
to accompany him. He leaned down to lightly brush his lips
across hers….gods, how he’d missed the taste of her.

If only their reunion would not have been marred by tragedy
and illness. If only they had not a care in this world…if only
Derfel could give Linnesse complete happiness. Instead, he
feared that his ‘heritage’ would only hand over them both like
the thick grey clouds of winter never allowing the sun to
shine again.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 12:30 pm
Linnesse


Derfel
 
“She’d no doubt throw something sharp at me. Are you
sure I should let you be up and about, luv?”


"Mmm..." she accepted his kiss, tilting her head to the side
and slipping her arms around his waist. He seemed to intend
the kiss to be brief, but as he pulled back, she stood on
tiptoe and claimed his lips again, pulling him back down, then
finally breaking it after a moment with a cute smile.
Truthfully- he was right. Maybe Linnesse shouldn't be up and
about. But the fact was that for Linnette, she was going to do
it anyway, at least until she had found her sister and
reassured herself of her relative welfare. She wouldn't have
felt right about staying in bed now.

"Quite sure- at least until we find her," she remarked
cheerfully, stepping back from him to pull the overdress she
had retrieved from the drawer over her head. As she did so, a
yawn crept up on her, and she covered her open mouth and
looked up at Derfel with sheepish eyes until it had passed.
She wasn't going to let that stand in the way, either.

"Almost ready," she continued determinedly when the yawn had
passed, slipping her feet into her shoes and then reaching for
her cloak, both conveniently nearby from last night. She
reached for the last chunks of the bread and cheese, too,
stuffing them into her pocket with another sheepish look at
Derfel, and then picked up her mug to swallow the last of the
juice. All ready, now.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 12:46 pm
Mari


Mari's response to Milan's suggestion of sleep was a sleepy
smile, closely followed by that unconscious, blissful state
that only a person who feels truly safe can achieve. Her
eyelids felt heavy, the space between their bodies felt very,
very warm, soothing even. Mari blinked once and her eyes did
not open after that, sleep took her over, her face still
tilted up towards Milan, her body half laying upon him, the
other half sunk low on the bed. All the little aches and pains
in her body were diminished for now. They were easily ignored,
overshadowed by the happiness in her feelings for Milan.

When she woke, Mari had not moved. She could feel a pain in
her neck from the position she had fallen asleep in and gave a
protesting groan as she lifted her head, face all screwed up
in mild distaste at this pain. Her brown eyes opened but shut
again before she had time to realise how improved her eyesight
was now.

Mari shifted her arm and propped herself up on an elbow. She
was still lying on her stomach, but tilted due to half of her
body resting on Milan! He was still asleep but seemed to stir
when she moaned. Mari yawned, rubbing her itchy forehead on
Milan's shoulder as she did so. She tossed her head backwards
then, opening her eyes and sniffing whilst wiping loose
strands of hair from her face. It took a moment for reality to
bite in - and when it did she felt a warm stirring in the pit
of her stomach, her delighted brown eyes turned to Milan.

"Good morning." she murmured, nuzzling her warm face in
against his neck. He was 'hers'. That thought brought with it
a whole new feeling of warmth. Mari gave a small giggle and
suddenly perked up. She had been looking at Milan's face up
close, prodding him with her nose now and then - and realised
her eyesight was - "Clear! It's almost clear!" Mari squeeked
in delight. But in her haste to celebrate she reached her two
hands out to Milan's upper arm, attempting to squeeze and
raelised that the hand she had scalded on the pot of ashes was
not so well healed. The pain was swift but intense.

Mari's head pulled back and she looked down at her cradled
hand -

"Ow..." she moaned, frowning.










Kolya

Kolya was not in a good mood.

When was he though, to be fair, when he was sober?
The thoughts of blessed oblivion from reality to be found at
the bottom of a tankard of beer... ! It sent the former knight
into motion. The pain in his chest was lessened today. It was
not healed - he did not feel his best and would not push
himself too much today. If he had a chance to slap that Milan
chap upside the head a few times, then all the better. If
Alina was around and needed a little bit of the attention that
she knew only he could give her, then he was prepared for
that. If Drake decided he was going to be tetchy and look for
a fight, Kolya swore that he would fucking put the man
underground this time!

But if it could be avoided today, then he would avoid it.

He didn't go back to his room - he washed in the infirmary,
sneaking out before the kaffufle started, and made his way to
the tavern, head bowed. His rugged face was tired looking, a
little ashen from the illness, but a good drop of something
strong would set him to rights. He had one coin left - enough
to get himself some breakfast and a drink, or perhaps just the
drink.












Saoirse

Saoirse watched Dagonet drop off into a fitful sleep with a
look of tension about her eyes. Once his breathing evened out
into a steady, sleep-induced rhythm, she remained very still,
just watching the lines on his face gradually iron out.
Without conscious thought the terrors of what he had endured
the past few days could not hold him so tightly. The red head
barely dared to breathe for fear of waking him. But the terror
that was building inside of her was becoming too much. More
and more it built, higher and tighter and sharper until she
could take no more.

Saoirse ghosted a kiss against Dagonet's lips and slid from
the bed. She pulled a blanket up about him a little higher,
ensuring that where she had been lying there was now blanket
so that he would still be sheltered.

She stood there a moment, looking at him with tired blue eyes.
Her hand reached out to his forehead, trying to physically
remove the etchings of sorrow that sat there. He would be left
with them forever now, she was sure of it. That did not bother
her in the slightest. Scars and marks upon a body just made a
man who he was, they did not take from him at all.

Licking her lips, Saoirse turned from Dagonet. She didn't even
consider going towards the scenario playing out with the woads
right now - instead she ducked her head and walked briskly to
the back room where Lavinia had once shown her all the books
for the efficient running of an infirmary. Potions and
lotions, unctions and tinctures, there was a book about the
making of all of them back here. The red head slid into the
room and shut the door behind her. She tsood looking around a
moment, as if she was looking for something in particular, but
after just the briefest of times she sunk to teh ground in a
heap of sobs.

Gedeon was dead.

Dead. Dead. Dead. Not coming back. Ever. He had fallen.
Linnette's husband was dead. Linnette's child would not have a
father. Gedeon. Was. Dead. Dagonet's son was dead.

The build up of pressure inside of her chest was too much.
Saoirse let out a keening sob, slapping a hand to her mouth to
try quieten it. She rocked back on her heels, looking up at
the ceiling through the shimmering layer of tears that were
persistent in falling down her pale cheeks. The agony, worry,
sorrow and hurt she felt over what had happened finally broke
free. She could not let Dagonet see this side of her right
now. She could not let him see her so weak. He needed her to
be strong until he was able to be the strong one again.

The Irish woman crawled over to a corner of the backroom and
sat up against the wall, head on her knees and just let the
sorrow be. She let it come, assured that Dagonet would sleep a
while longer.












Drake

Linnette
 
"Oh."


Even that small utterance was perfect. Drake almost flinched
from the quizzical look that she bandied around. Not only was
that particular emotion becoming of her, it was also not what
Drake wanted to see. He didn't want her to question anything
more about him. Like why he had carried the stupid dead weight
all the way up here to the top of the parapets. That made no
sense and he could not think of a way to make it make sense.
And when Drake didn't want people to ask questions he
inevitably looked cross. His strong jaw flexed visibly beneath
the dark beard he wore, intense green eyes looking at a point
above Linnette's shoulder.

Linnette
 
"M...maybe we should go inside...somewhere. How's your
hand?"


A great suggestion!

Drake perked up a little at Linnette's suggestion. He nodded
his head stiffly, sending a splattering of rain from his black
hair down onto his face. He blew it away from his lips,
turning to haul his heavy saddlebags onto his shoulders again.
They bulged at every angle. Drake did not bring much in the
way of clothes with him, or equipment. He had nothing of his
former life as a soldier or father in his possession - though
he did wear, currently, the old battered armour of his former
days as a Centurion in the Roman Legions.

The bags were actually filled with money. Mostly. What wasn't
money was weapons and what wasn't money or weapons was a
selection of 'things' that he could sell. Drake was not short
of money.

Hearing Linnette's query about his hand made Drake frown. He
lifted his hand and turned it around, shrugging one large, wet
shoulder before looking at Linnette. It seemed so silly that
she who had just lost her husband would be askng him how his
little wounded hand was. Granted a knife had gone through it
from one side clean to the other, but still... she was the one
in pain, she was the one who was alone and ... oh gods she was
pregnant!

The sudden recollection of her delicate state hit Drake
directly between the eyes. Eyes which dropped to her stomach.
His mouth opened and he flexed his hand experimentally before
meeting her eyes again.

"Fine. I heal quickly." he lied, "Arthur Castus wants to see
you. That's why I came up here. I was looking for you." In
more ways than one.. he added in his head grimly. "I will take
you to him but not until you are ready." Drake told Linnette
and the manner in which he said it hardly sounded friendly. It
wasn't like he was saying it to be generous, it was more a
statement of fact - that he was not taking her, or letting her
go, anywhere until she was ready.

The Spaniard's face twitched when he took note of how
saturated Linnette was. He chewed the inside of his cheek and
glanced dwn to the side at the miserable, shredded edge of his
red cloak. It was almost embarrassing having to hand something
so tattered over, but it was drier than she was. Drake
shouldered his saddlebags from one side to the other and
shrugged out of his cloak. His leather body armour ensured the
rainwater just washed downwards, over the leather bands of his
uniform skirt and dripped past his be-legginged knees onto his
worn leather boots.

He may not be short of money, but Drake never actually spent
it on himself unless he had to.

Without a word Drake swirled his cloak about Linnette's
shoulders, thinking about tucking it under her chin, but
decided it too intimate. He stepped away uncomfortably,
clearing his throat and nodding towards the steps with an
intense frown on his brow.












Galahad

Alina
 
"Stay with me."


"Of course sweety..." Galahad intoned, going to the bed and
sitting on the edge of it next to Alina. He was not tired
himself but he would remain with her until she fell asleep.
The room felt a little tense - Galahad couldn't explain it. It
was like something was sparking between them that he could not
see. Like ... Gods, it was strange!

The young woman curled up on the bed and shut her dark eyes.
Galahad smiled at her reassuringly and waited until she was
asleep before he let the smile slip. With a boyish pout,
Galahad leaned forward. His arm was resting across his thighs
and he reahed his free hand over, moving strands of hair from
Alina's flushed face.

"What's gone on Alina?" he murmured to her sleeping form.
Oh he wasn't suspicious! Far from it! But Galahad was worried
about her. She was usually so composed - and her outburst
about being crazy had been... well, frankly, crazy.

He needed to talk to someone about it. But who? Gawain,
maybe... but Galahad didn't want to interrupt his Sarmatian
brother's reunion with Brianna. No doubt the two had alot of
catching up to do, Galahad thought with a wry grin.
Galahad got to his feet and walked to the fire. He took a bit
more of the food she had brought and chewed it idly whilst
pondering what to do. Having eaten all the contents of the
tray in record time, Galahad was no nearer a conclusion but he
decided that he was going to get dressed and go out and see
who was around. Maybe something would fall into his lap... ?

Donning a clean tunic, Galahad pulled a leather jerkin on over
it, twisting the leather ties at the front as he finished the
ale Alina had brought with her. He leaned down to kiss her
head before leaving the room, his pale forehead furrowed in
thought.













Eala

Eala couldn't hear what Neeria said against her ear, but the
gesture itself was enough to calm her down. She glared
fiercely at the man holding the chains. To say she was afraid
of him would be too strong - but there was fear in her
regarding him. He was the one that held the chains that bound
her, that was significant in Eala's black eyes. There were
things happening around her - she wanted to look at the two
young girls again, fascinated with, what Eala thought of as,
real children. But she was too unsure of the people around her
to risk taking her eyes off of them.

The strangely dressed woman with the distinct tone seemed
annoyed. Eala glanced over at her and it was at that moment
that the guard holding her chains pulled her forward, in the
same moment he pushed Neeria away.

Eala gasped then came to her senses. She crouched low, her two
hands reaching out to grab the chain close to the shackles and
she glared up at the guard, her teeth bared viciously. She dug
her heels into the ground, trying not to move but ended up
staggering forward a few steps nonetheless. The other guard
stepped in front fo the one holding her and Eala immediately
scampered backwards, crashing into Neeria and clasping her
arms around the other woad's waist again.

The little woad glanced up at Neeria and nodded her head
backwards sharply, indicating the door, suggesting that they
make a run for it. However, there were raised voices behind
her. Though her hearing was practically non-existant, there
were certain things that made it through. Raised voices
sounded like a dull din to her and she turned to watch what
was going on. Her little fingers were idly smoothing against
Neeria's bare hip, flexing against her warm skin. Eala was
entirely unaware of the gesture...

The movements stopped however when the second guard came
towards her. He was down on one knee and was reaching for her
shackles. Eala grit her teeth, practically quivering next to
Neeria. When the shackles clicked open she did run, but only
to stand behind the older woad, holding onto Neeria's blanket,
her own was starting to fall off of her shoulder.

She wasn't running towards the exit because Neeria was there.
She was sticking with Neeria for now. Eala ducked her head
under one of Neeria's arms, glaring threateningly at everyone
- even the two young girls that had barged in earlier.
When someone made a movement, Eala's dark, haunting eyes
snapped towards them, her lips curling back from her teeth and
her nose twitching.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 1:33 pm
Cassidy & Fleur


Fleur hadn't understood what all of the hullabaloo had been
about. In her eyes, she had merely seen two girls, one of them
small like her. She hadn't sensed danger. The smaller of the
two had held a strange expression on her face as she stared
back at Fleur. Fleur couldn't quite figure it out, and she
didn't have time to ponder long as she felt a pair of bony
hands under her arms lift her from the ground. Lavinia scolded
her then, and Cassidy's face contorted into a scowl on her
sister's behalf, wrapping one arm around Fleur's shoulders
protectively. The younger blonde seemed unphased by the old
healer's scalding tone, mostly because she was looking on the
scene still with interest.

The soldiers there practically squared off then. One of them
remained looking insolent as the other snapped up the younger
girl's chains and hunkered down to remove them. The younger
blonde girl sneered, growling odd noises as she edgily backed
away and hid behind the older dark-haired girl. Fleur watched
over Lavinia's shoulder from where she still stood on the bed
next to Cassidy, her blue eyes wide in contemplative wonder as
she studied Eala's aggressive reactions. Cassidy continued to
speculate too, but with unkempt suspicion in her eyes and
wariness written across her features.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 1:50 pm

Arthur, Neeve, and Darya


Arthur heard Lancelot gripe about something and glanced up to
see his lieutenant finally awake, albeit looking annoyed about
it. There was a hint of something strange in Lancelot’s voice,
but being preoccupied with Neeve’s ministrations on his tender
stitches had Arthur mostly overlooking it at the moment. But
his curious gaze did linger on his second a little longer than
was necessary. Meanwhile, Neeve completed the task of
re-dressing the Roman’s mended wound. It did not pain Arthur
as much this morning, thus giving the Commander a false
confidence in his condition.

Lancelot
 
"How is it?"


Neeve
 
"Better. But Arthur - you are still in need of much
rest. Do not let him leave today."


Arthur briefly cut his eyes at Neeve, frowning at her ‘orders’
despite his instincts urging the Roman to listen. Darya’s
fingers laced with Arthur’s and he briefly smiled over at his
lover. She looked tired despite their long nights rest.
Lancelot looked drained as well….had it been selfish to allow
both to remain in the room through the night? Certainly
Lancelot would have been far more comfortable in his own
bed…alone or not.

Arthur had slept without dreams – or nightmares – for the
first time in weeks, maybe even months. Neeve’s herbal tea was
a Godsend. But one night of restful sleep was not enough to
erase the troubles still weighing heavily on Arthur’s mind.

Lancelot
 
"You heard the lady, commander. No traveling to Merlin
today. But never fear. I'm sure the Optio….I'm sure the
Optio will have plenty of explanation for us. If he
doesn't...well...I'm sure I can worm it out of him."


“I have complete faith that Scipio will bring us up to date on
what has taken place here in our absence,” Arthur answered
Lancelot evenly and for the moment, ignoring the part about
Merlin. He reached up to dig at the stubble beneath his chin
while still holding Lancelot’s dark gaze. The Commander had
asked – no, Arthur had ordered – his lieutenant to give this
new Optio a chance to prove his worth. But that was before the
mission and certainly before the attacks on the fortress. Yet,
to Amadeus’ credit…Badon Keep was still under Roman
occupation. He had not let the fortress fall into Merlin’s
hands.

Neeve stood up from the bed satisfied with her work for now,
but the Commander required nourishment to aid in the healing
process. She would need to send for hot soup, a hearty broth
that would bolster Arthur’s strength and help to ward off a
further fever.

“Get an old man a clean tunic, will you?” Arthur said dryly to
Lancelot at feeling a chill. He then turned to Darya and
lifted their joined hands long enough to place a light kiss on
the top of her hand. Arthur released her fingers and turned to
accept the requested article of clothing from Lancelot. The
Commander expected Amadeus, followed by Malcus, at any moment
now and did not wish to receive his officers in a state of
undress. What Arthur did not expect was the sudden wave of
lightheadedness he felt as he sat up fully on the edge of the
bed. Frustrated by his ‘condition’, Arthur inwardly cursed and
briefly closed his eyes while attempting to regain his
composure. God, I beg you give me strength. I have much to
accomplish today.

And as if on cue, a prompt knock came at the door.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 3:00 pm
Lancelot


Arthur
 
“I have complete faith that Scipio will bring us up to
date on what has taken place here in our absence....get
an old man a clean tunic, will you?"


Isn't that woman in your bed good for anything?

Lancelot sighed at his own thoughts for his fellow Sarmatian,
but he made a face as he stood and handed over a shirt for
Arthur from the other man's clean laundry pile. There was no
love lost between Darya and Lancelot - he honestly didn't feel
one way or another about her, other than he had always been
impressed by her ability to make it through difficult
situations better than most women. She could defend herself,
and was strong. Her body wasn't bad, either, but Lancelot also
didn't find himself drawn to her that way. She was attractive
- but not in the overly seductive way he usually looked for in
a partner to tumble with.

Why was he even thinking of this? Frustrated, he blew out a
breath and opened his mouth to speak to Arthur, eyes narrowing
at the obvious pain the Roman was still in as he attempted to
get up.

And a knock at the door interrupted him.

"Let me play squire," Lancelot said, his sarcasm all too
evident. He hoped it wasn't who he thought it might be,
but....

"Optio," the First Knight drawled, his angular face drawing
in, his body tightening as well at the sight of the dark
haired man - it was annoying how the big nosed bastard brought
out defensiveness in Lancelot he didn't even realize he
possessed. He opened the door all the way and gestured for the
man to enter.

"Commander, your requested guest is here." Lancelot shut the
door, even as the two women present both looked at Scipio with
curiosity in their eyes. Lancelot was proud to see no
hesitation or embarassment from either of them, as if they
didn't have a right to be where they were.

Despite Lancelot's ideas of who should be around Arthur just
now, he'd fight for anyone - tooth and nail - to get to stay
in the room, simply because he had a notion that the Optio
would try and get them to leave. And it being the Optio that
would try and ask...

Lancelot smiled, his teeth shining too whitely as compared to
his dirty face. He crossed his arms and remained standing
where he was.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 4:09 pm
Derfel


Derfel smiled against Linnesse’s lips as she returned his kiss
with more passion than he thought she could muster right now.
Lovely surprise for him. But he quickly quelled his body’s
reaction to Linnesse’s forwardness.

Linnesse
 
"Quite sure- at least until we find her,"


“Alright, luv…then you are resting,” Derfel gave a stern
expression that did not quite reach his eyes…obviously he
wished to see to it that Linnesse was well taken care of no
matter what. But he also knew she’d not rest until they
located Linnette and saw to her as well. And Derfel had
promised to look after Gedeon’s wife whether she’d accept his
help or not. He reluctantly allowed Linnesse to slip out of
his grasp. Derfel retrieved his overcoat and stepped to the
door. The pleasurable smile on his face faded as Derfel
reached for the latch…..he silently prayed to Bel that
Linnette was alright and they’d locate her quickly.

Linnesse
 
"Almost ready,"


A smile threatened to return to his features as Derfel watched
Linnesse tuck the last few morsels of food into her pockets.
Her appetite was a good indication that she was indeed well on
the mend. Derfel extended his hand to Linnesse as she came
towards the door apparently ready to go. And with her fingers
in his, Derfel led Linnesse out of their tiny room and down
the corridor towards the room Linnette had shared with Gedeon
in the knights’ quarters. They’d look for her there first…and
if Linnette was not in her room….perhaps the chapel. The
Chapel….Christ’s house of worship within the fortress. Derfel
had a thought….he had only spoken to the pagan gods on
Gedeon’s behalf….surely it would not hurt to also ask the
Christian God for his safe keeping as well.

Derfel and Linnesse reached the door and his stomach twisted
with apprehension…this had been Gedeon’s room….Gedeon’s things
would be inside. I miss you, my friend. Derfel deeply exhaled
and gestured towards the latch on the door.

“You should probably go first, luv. I doubt your sister is too
keen on seeing my face,” Derfel said rather quietly but
without a hint of spite in his tone.
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