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April 2008
Topic Started: Nov 5 2009, 10:37 PM (3,983 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Unicorn
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 1:45 pm
Dagonet


Not even few seconds passed as Derfel came into his sight with
offered hand.

Derfel
 
“I’m here….Linnette and Linnesse are close….take my hand
and I’ll help ya down,”


Dagonet looked into Derfel's eyes... and took his moment for
hesitation. Linnette was here... Close... Gods! How was he
going to say her anything? He took a brief breath as to steady
his bumping heart, but before he could grasp Derfel's hand a
familiar voice came into his ears.

Saoirse
 
"Dagonet!"


His head snapped in Saoirse direction and he could not help
but to smile at her sight. She was here! His lover was here!
She was walking towards him.

"Saoirse..." he murmured.

But again before he could react, say anything, get down from
the cart, Saoirse came closer, shoved Derfel out of her way
and threw her arms around him. Dagonet closed his eyes and let
out a loud grunt at this notion... His side hit with
breathtaking pain. And his arms swung open for her
reflexively. Tears went to his eyes also. It hurted much more
than he expected. But Saoirse took few steps back and he saw
her teary eyes... It was just like imagined before...

Saoirse
 
"Dagonet... I thought, I thought ... I saw yer horse an'
I thought... Wha' happened ye? Wha' happened him?!"


He shook his head and let his own tears go down his cheeks...
Tears of pain this time... The time for tears of sorrow will
come as he will see to Linnette.

"I'm.. alright" he lied and motion for Derfel to help him get
down to the ground.

With Derfel's aid he was able to stand on his legs, even if
they were very weak... falling him almost. He grasped Derfel's
shoulder thight, not able to stand by himself.

And as he looked up at Saoirse again there was a deep frown of
sorrow upon his face. He reached for her shoulder and pulled
weakly towards himself. He held her gently to his body and
breathed in the scent of her, with his cheek rested on top of
her head, his huge arm around her tine form, around her
shoulders.

"I missed you.. so much..." he whispered and breathed a shaky
breath.

There was no word which could describe his pain and his sorrow
right now. This hole in his soul... He was in such need of her
presence, of her warmth... he was in such need of her comfort
right now. Tears rolled down his face.

"I must... go see Linnette...." he said pushing her very
gently away from him. "Saoirse... my son is dead..." this
words were so strange to say and so heartful. He held her gaze
for a longer moment before he pulled himself together and
looked back at Derfel... and nodded at him only knowing that
now he will take him to his daughter in law.

"Please... help me in walking..." he said both to Derfel and
Saoirse... he really couldn't walk by himself. He could not
even stand properly.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 3:13 pm
Merlin


Lourdes
 
“May I have a word with your daughter, if she doesn’t
mind?"


Merlin gave Lourdes a steely smile. Wasn't she even going to
say yea or nay to his plan? Or did she hope to somehow use
Guinevere to her purposes, whatever they were? If she thought
she could do so, she was mistaken- Guinevere and Ash might
have their problems, but his daughter was a good, loyal woman-
and she would not forget that Lourdes had very nearly poisoned
her sister to death.

"Certainly, after we have finished discussing things here.
What do the three of you think of this plan?" he asked,
looking from one to the other again. He wasn't going to let
Lourdes change the subject that easily, whatever her reason
for doing so was.








Linnesse and Linnette

Neeve
 
“Careful...and slowly...”


Linnesse wobbled on her feet as she stood, but Neeve's arm was
once again under hers, a steady rock to lean against. Linnesse
was silently grateful for the other woman's presence- but her
attention was still focused forward. Derfel was not coming
over to her immediately, but moving around to the back of the
supply wagon that he had been riding alongside instead.

"What's wrong?" she murmurred softly to herself, watching
Derfel's progress worriedly. Certainly all did not seem
right...now there was movement at the back of the cart, slow,
laborious-looking movement, even though it was only half-seen-
and then Saoirse rushed over from where she stood a short
distance away, flung herself at whoever it was on the back of
the cart. There was a short pause, and then Dagonet appeared
around the corner of the cart, with Derfel at one of his sides
and Saoirse at the other. He leaned on them both heavily, his
big frame dwarfing them both, and the look on his face, even
from this distance, was utter weariness and sadness.

"Linnette!" Linnesse called anxiously out to her sister, and
the redhead, who had been out in front of them, bouncing
anxiously as she waited for Gedeon to appear, followed
Linnesse's weakly pointing arm towards Dagonet, Derfel, and
Saoirse. Linnesse saw her small gasp as she took in Dagonet's
obviously weakened condition, and then Linnette hurried back
to where Linnesse and Neeve were standing, her eyes still on
the little group coming towards them from the wagon.

"Oh, no," Linnette murmurred quietly. Dagonet, wounded again?
He had been in no shape to go out to fight in the first place!
And where in the world was Gedeon? Had he gotten delayed,
somehow?
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 3:27 pm
Derfel


Saoirse
 
"Dagonet... I thought, I thought ... I saw yer horse an'
I thought... Wha' happened ye? Wha' happened him?!"


Derfel turned to see Saoirse as she called out to Dagonet. He
offered a kind smile at the redhead as she came closer.

Dagonet
 
"I'm.. alright"


The young knight did as Dagonet bid him and helped the injured
knight down out of the cart with as much digity as possible.
He remained at the tall knight’s side as it was obvious the
man needed Derfel to remain on his feet by the way Dagonet
tightly gripped at the younger knight’s shoulder. And while
Dagonet greeted his lover, Derfel’s gaze again searched for
Linnesse and quickly spotted her and her sister
approaching….why were they taking so long? And was that not
Neeve, the healer, with them? A flicker of panic entered
Derfel’s mind…

Dagonet
 
"I missed you.. so much...I must... go see
Linnette....Saoirse... my son is dead..."


Hearing it spoken aloud again instantly made it real
again…painful as it was. Derfel did not envy Dagonet....not as
it was his task to inform Linnette of her husband’s loss. The
young knight silently said a prayer to the gods to give
Dagonet strength…and to watch over Linnette.

Dagonet
 
"Please... help me in walking..."


“We got you, Dag…hang on to us…” Derfel immediately wrapped
his arm around Dagonet’s waist and briefly glanced over at
Saoirse in a silent indication that she do the same.

And within a few footsteps they came face to face with
Linnette first…followed closely by Linnesse and Neeve.
Derfel’s features softened as his crystal blue eyes met his
lover’s sweet face. Gods, she looked so beautiful…Yet
Linnesse’s skin was so pale! She appeared fragile, nearly as
fragile as she had the first time Derfel had ever seen
her…when he’d found her imprisoned in that dark room at the
Villa. His brow wrinkled in worry…

“Linnesse?” Derfel called her name affectionately, albeit with
a hint of concern. He could not go completely to her as
Dagonet’s weight rested squarly on his shoulder. But with his
free hand, Derfel beckoned Linnesse to come to him. He had to
feel her…hold her…inhale her sweet scent and ‘know’ she was
alright…and he was truly home to her again.

….but it was as if the skies above knew what news they carried
and the drizzle became heavier and the clouds darkened….
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 3:27 pm
Brendyn


Derfel
 
“Uh…I’m happy to be home…it’s just that Dagonet and I
have to tell Gedeon’s wife what happened, ya know? It
will not be an easy thing,”


Of course. Brendyn had not forgotten Gedeon's death along with
the other friends he had made at Aescia. He raised an eyebrow
when Derfel mentioned Gedeon's wife though. So he had married?
"Sir, I am sorry that you have to bear such sorrowful news. I
will ask God to bring her comfort, and knowledge that Gedeon
is with her all of the time." He firmly believed that if you
loved in life then that love would carry on after death. But
Brendyn was not sure these knights believed the same as he, so
he felt as though Derfel would not understand.

But God understood. Supposedly, He understood everything.

"If there is anything I can do, Derfel, please do not hesitate
to ask. I will be close." Tyranus pawed at the earth, nervous
of his new surroundings. Brendyn spoke to him in his native
language while stroking his black neck...

Derfel
 
“You’ll need to report in to the Roman officer on duty,
I’d expect. He’d get you settled in. And I’d be happy to
share a meal and a few ales with you any time, Brendyn,”


"I would like that very much, and would be honored to break
bread with you, my friend, and perhaps some friendly sparring
as well. I could use some help with my skills with the sword."
Brendyn gave a nod back to Derfel. He reined in the huge black
horse and backed off a bit in order to find Quintus. No doubt,
the man was around here somewhere. As Brendyn moved off to
locate Quintus, he noted Derfel helping Dagonet out of the
wagon. He was proud that he had been able to render help to
the injured of the knights, but still felt useless when he had
tried to tend to Arthur's severe wounds. Not looking at the
others of the welcoming crowd as there was really no one else
there to greet him, Brendyn turned Tyrnaus and went to locate
the Centurion.

Dismounting from the saddle, he led the black horse through
the crowds of legionaires to find the one he was to report
to...
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 4:06 pm
Linnesse and Linnette


Derfel
 
“Linnesse?”


He was here, finally! Obviously he couldn't leave the wounded
Dagonet's side, but he beckoned her over to him, and she took
an eager step forward, smiling fit to make her face ache
despite the presence of the wounded man next to her lover. One
step- another- and then she practically fell forward into his
arms, tucking her arms around his waist and burying her face
in his chest. She was so happy to see him- and absurdly proud
of herself for making it all this way! She snuggled her face
up against the front of his tunic, taking in a long breath of
his scent- which was, in truth, that of an unwashed man, an
unwashed horse, and a persistant undertone of blood.

"You smell," she said cheerfully, raising her head to look at
him, her arms still tight around his waist. There was a cheeky
grin on her face as she tried to raise herself up on tiptoe to
kiss him, found that she didn't have the strength for that,
and mouthed a kiss towards him instead.

"I love you," she added fervently, before happily laying her
cheek on his chest again. Behind her, Linnette came around to
stand in front of Dagonet, reaching out a concerned hand for
his shoulder, even though Derfel and Saoirse still supported
him on either side.

"Father...what happened?" She bounced to her tiptoes again,
checking once more over Dagonet's shoulder, searching for any
sign of her husband. Was he in the wagon, too? Was he
wounded??

"Where's Gedeon?" she demanded, looking from Dagonet to
Derfel, worry creeping into her voice now.








Quintus

"Brendyn!" The Centurion spotted the new man passing by him,
leading his horse and gazing about him like he had never seen
a fort before. Well, there wasn't much to see- and they had
better things to do than stand there and look in the rain.
Quintus turned from the supply wagon, where he had been
overseeing a few men unloading the spare weapons and bags of
food, and reached out a hand to give Brendyn a light slap on
the shoulder to get his attention.

"Stables are over there- you can put your horse up. Then our
barracks are that building there..." the Centurion pointed in
the opposite direction, to the long, low barracks buildings on
the other side of the courtyard from the stables.

"The first one. There's a few free beds- take any one you
like. Should be a chest for your things. Careful with those
arrows, soldier!" Quintus turned and snapped out a warning to
a hapless man who had just dropped a whole armload of arrows
on the flagstones and then tripped over them. Damn clumsy
fool- that same man could barely swing a sword, and if he had
ripped the feathers off any of those arrows, he'd be gluing
them back on himself, tonight.
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Author: DarkDiva
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 4:14 pm
Lourdes


Merlin
 
"Certainly, after we have finished discussing things
here. What do the three of you think of this plan?"


Lourdes eyes lowered only for a moment showing her hurt at
Merlin’s obvious malice for her. She would take no punches
though. Lourdes could go to the fort now and kill those two
herself if she wished or have her brother do it. If Merlin was
such a rogue stick Britain’s future which was Guinevere on the
line like this. She wanted no part of it.

If they thought themselves so high and mighty that she was in
some way not Britain like themselves. Walking around acting
like some higher species. Oh the lady of Avalon would of this.
She would bring wrath worse then they ever thought if she
wanted.

"I think you putting Guinevere on the line like this is
cowardly on your part. Also not wise. Guinevere is important;
she is a daughter of Britain. I offered my help and I can do
it safer then they can. One false move or look from them and
they are dead and you know it. More cause for your war...."
Lourdes shook her head.

"You deem my services unworthy fine. But if the Lady hears of
this and how blood thirsty and ravenous you have become it
will be drastic. You care not of the people lately Merlin, nor
of me whom you once saw as a close friend. You let emotions
get the best of you... If you will not sit and discuss it, I
would like to speak to Guinevere and then I will leave. There
will come a time when you need me. I will still be
there...that’s what loyalty is..." She said it plain, light
and simple, no malice or ill-will just simple observations.
She walked over back to the wounded man to check on him and
then to another to help till, Guinevere would speak with her.
If she didn't then she would go see her brother. Merlin knew
Lourdes and Avalon was not an enemy he wanted.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 5:01 pm
Saoirse


Whilst Saoirse had looked to Derfel for an answer, her blue
eyes had inadvertently turned back to Dagonet, unable to keep
her gaze from him. He looked so ill. He looked really badly
hurt and Saoirse wanted to hit someone for letting this
happen! He had been injured going out and they were meant to
look out for him, to make sure he was not pushed too hard and
here he was returning to her in teh back of a cart instead of
astride his war-horse!

Dagonet
 
"I'm.. alright. I missed you.. so much..."


Saoirse was still peppering with upset and an inordinate
amount of rage when Dagonet rose to his feet with Derfel's
help. She gave a small squeak of protest, reaching out a hand
to the Knight's chest, fingers sprawled against the dirty
tunic he wore. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she
tottered forward a few steps, sighing as he held her. She kept
very still, turning her head only, breathing in the natural
scent of her lover. Oh he was not smelling like a rose bush of
course, but that mucky, damp, iron-scent of him was even more
beautiful to Saoirse's mind.

When Dagonet pushed her back from him gently and made to move,
Saoirse's mouth hung open, about to rebuke him for being so
foolish as to be mooching around on his own. Someone would
carry him - they would get a pallate for him or something. Her
head whipped around, looking for someone without taking her
hand from Dagonet's chest.

Dagonet
 
"I must... go see Linnette.... Saoirse... my son is
dead... Please... help me in walking..."


Saoirse's troubled blue eyes were glancing past Dagonet just
before he spoke those horrid words and her gaze had frozen on
his face, her intuition picking up something very profound was
about to be said. And when he spoke those cruel words, all the
impotent rage she had felt about Dagonet's safety went
tumbling down into a pit of bleak, hurt, despair. Her mouth
hung open, trembling. Her eyebrows lifted and her breathing
still altogether, searching Dagonet's face for the truth in
what he had said.

Dead?

Gedeon?

The Irish woman's teeth clapped together loudly and she took a
shaky breath, sorrow, pity and regret all coloring her pale
features as she cast a worried look towards Linnette. Oh gods
Linnette...

"Oh no... No." the woman whispered in pain, lifting her soft
fingers to Dagonet's tear-moistened lips, hoping to wipe away
the words and reality of what he had just said.

Saoirse wished that this didn't have to be done right now..
she wanted to take Dagonet to their room and cry with him. She
wanted to hide him away from the world and just let him grieve
in peace, to let him rant and rave in fury at the
inevitability of death in those so young. She knew what was to
come - had she not spat furious threats and curses, followed
by pleading prayers to the gods for respite in the pain of
losing Diarmaid? And Diarmaid had only been her friend.
Dagonet had lost his son.

And his daughter was, essentially, lost to him as well.

The Irish woman nodded her head, making a soft whimerping
noise between clenched lips as she slid her arm around
Dagonet's back and propped him up, one o his arms stretched
out over her shoulders. She bowed her head, tears falling down
her cheeks in floods now, her body shaking with silent sobs.

Derfel
 
“We got you, Dag…hang on to us…”


Saoirse was powerless to do anything more than jjust nod her
head in agreement, keeping her blue eyes lowered. She couldn't
bare to look at Linnette. She knew all too well the feelings
that were going to wrack her body pretty soon - had she not
just been afflicted with those same pains moments ago when she
had thought it was Dagonet who was gone? And yet Linnette's
pain would be made worse because it was not presumption or
assumption.... she was going to be told by her husband's
father that he was dead.

Linnette
 
"Father...what happened? Where's Gedeon?"


The Irishwoman didn't even have the wherewithal to find it
strange that her lover was being called father by a woman that
was of an age with her. Saoirse's fingers tightened about a
clump of Dagonet's tunic at his back and she turned her face
towards his chest, burying her nose against the sure, solid
presence of his body and willed him strength for this moment.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 5:22 pm
Lancelot


Lancelot grunted in thanks as Tristan lifted the woad girl
onto his shoulder. And then the little minx had the sauce to
wake up - and speak to him.

Neeria
 
"Oy, dark knight, I told you before. My fight is not
with you. You are a Sarmatian, no better than me. But
slap me again and I will kill you."


Lancelot stilled, and then stepped up to where Tristan held
the girl. He stared into her eyes, his face echoing the
thundering anger he felt inside. "You tried to kill my
commander. Your fight is most definitely with me." She blinked
at him coquettishly, and he barked a hard laugh. "You and I
shall have words. Mark me. And you say you'd like to kill me?
My lady, get in fucking line."

He turned away from her just as Barbattus arrived. Lancelot
eyed the man with some distaste, but for a Roman, he seemed to
be somewhat smart - and he definitely enjoyed company of the
intimate sort, which of course made Lancelot think he could
tolerate him.

Barbattus
 
"Welcome home, men. What the bloody hell is that thing
you have there on the horse? Is it dead or alive?"


Lancelot smirked at Tristan's reply as he handed over Diabolus
- may the gods keep you alive, horse, so I don't have to come
up with yet another name - to a page, who took the horse away
to be brushed and fed.

Tristan
 
"Alive- sadly. Arthur wants her kept,"


"That's because Arthur is a trusting fool," Lancelot
interjected, and sighed when he noted the stiffness that
accompanied the commander's dismount. He heard Arthur call his
name, and watched him dismiss the nasty Optio, who looked as
if he had a very large and very painful poker up his narrow
arse.

Amadeus
 
"Barbattus - Commander Castus wants a double guard on
the walls. Anyone who is able is to come guard the wall
while Commander Castus is resting his wound. See to it.
Lucius!"


Lancelot sneered, but the other man was already past him and
calling for other help. The First Knight pushed through the
small crowd of people, and saw the thing that Arthur had been
searching for.

He stopped in his tracks, and stared at Darya, as Arthur was
surely doing. She was dirtied, but didn't seem injured.
Lancelot felt the blood from his wound begin to flow again;
damn that Woad girl and her moving around! He slapped a hand
over it, and didn't approach Arthur and Darya - not quite yet.

He had no place between them.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 6:00 pm
Brendyn


Badon Hill seemed so much larger than Aesica, though they were
both possibly the same size....or maybe it was just
exhaustion. He had not slept well since before the battle,
then he had helped save Dagonet's life and assissted Gawain
and Galahad as well. Tyranus nudged him as if trying to wake
him up. He was ready to run and release energy, while Brendyn
was ready for three days of sleep...if that were possible...

Quintus
 
"Brendyn!" "Stables are over there- you can put your
horse up. Then our barracks are that building there..."
"The first one. There's a few free beds- take any one
you like. Should be a chest for your things. Careful
with those arrows, soldier!"


Brendyn was usually ready for surprises as it was a sign of
alertness, but the booming sound (or at least it sounded loud)
of the Centurion's voice made his heart race as if startled.
Tyranus' ears perked forward and studied the older man with
curiosity. He did not seem to be the type that had a good
nature to him, so the horse refrained from playfully nipping
at the Centurion's cloak. Brendyn turned to meet the other
man's gaze as Quintus clapped a gentle yet firm hand on his
shoulder. The soldier listened to the man carefully, and then
made ready to go to where he was directed.

"Thank you, sir," Brendyn looked at Quintus, then took
Tyranus's reins and led the horse toward the stables he had
indicated. Once there, he led the big black horse to an empty
stall, and groomed Tyranus, then placed a blanket over the
animal's back to keep it warm. A stable hand brought Tyrnaus
hay and oats and assured Brendyn he'd be taken care of. Making
sure things were square with the horse, Brendyn collected his
lance, Antonius's sword, and the small bundle he brought with
him.

Across the courtyard from the stables was a set long low
barracks. Brendyn thought he had never seen anything look so
welcoming though he had been in a few. He entered, and found a
lot of beds and few were empty, but the one that caught his
eye was one near a window. Arriving at the bed, Brendyn
carefully leaned his lance near the stone wall after taking a
cloth to clean the blood and grime from the surface, hung the
scabboard and sword on the bed post so he could get to it if
need be. Seeing that all was in order, Brendyn opened the
large trunk and neatly placed his few clothes (A dark brown
tunic, a green loose fitting shirt, and a pair of boots for
casual days off work...whenever those were). He kept his
helmet and amour on just in case he was put to work as a guard
which he had done at Aesica when he was not in battle...

Slowly, he sat down on the bed, and began to think of all of
those who had lost their lives to the enemy. He did not do it
out of pity for himself, but because he felt that taking time
for respectful silence was a way of showing honor.
Varonica...Antonius's wife. He understood what Derfel was
saying about telling Gedeon's wife about his death for he had
to do the same for the Commander's wife. After a few moments
of prayer, Brendyn cleaned up a tad and went back out to the
courtyard to help out with the duties that needed done...
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Author: linnet
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:32 pm
Gawain


Small groups had formed among the knights and those who had
awaited them when Gawain walked back to join the others.
Galahad and Alina were a group unto themselves. Lancelot,
Tristan, the Woad wretch, and a Roman officer were another
group. Not far from them Arthur and the Optio conversed, with
Darya hovering near. Then there was a gathering that made
Gawain’s heart sink… Derfel and Linnesse, Dagonet and Saorise,
Neeve, and Linnette. He braved a quick look at them, and could
tell that Gedeon's young wife had not yet learned that he
wasn’t coming back, ever. Gawain moved past them quickly,
knowing there was nothing he could to help her now, but
thinking it was good that Neeve's strong and calm presence was
there. Beyond that sad group was the Bors clan. The boisterous
knight was kissing Vanora with great flair, while the young
ones clamored around full of chaotic energy.

Gawain was becoming aware that he was a group of one, and he
felt a little uncomfortable and unsure what to do next. He
continued to search the area for Brianna in case she was just
delayed somehow. Maybe she was sleeping. She was hard to wake
up. He didn’t think she was being petulant, and punishing him
for something. They hadn’t had a fight for a whole day or two
before he’d left. He would have begun to worry, except he
thought that if anything horrible had happened, someone would
have told him by now. He was, however, getting anxious to be
officially dismissed so that he could go to his room where he
hoped to find her.

In the din of voices and laughter among Bors' bastards, Gawain
heard what almost sounded like someone saying his name. He
looked again at the rambunctious brood, and this time saw
Fiona standing close to Bors and Vanora. Gawain felt relieved,
since Fiona would surely know where her sister was. He walked
through the gleeful throng of children, and past their
embracing parents, stopping directly in front of the quiet
Woad. “Fiona, where is Brianna?” he asked, not at all angry or
threatening. His questioning eyes searched hers for an answer.
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Author: Ranchera
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:33 pm
Connell


Connell left the field of the dead, a young warrior leaning
upon him. He had neither found Neeria nor Eala. The
gravediggers had begun their dirty business. He no longer knew
which side these men belonged to. Romans, or Woads? Or people
caught between? It didn't matter. It hadn't mattered, and
yet...

He raised his eyes and looked back. The imposing fort loomed
beyond. Camboglanna. He could not go there now. He was a fool
to have chased after Neeria. He was weary, hungry. And still
he labored.

The young man groaned in agony, fingers clenching Connell's
shoulder through his thick garments. He hobbled along. It was
another that Connell had found, injured, but able to be
brought out of the battlefield. Others had dragged themselves
away on their own.

"I'm going back. I'll kill them-- uh!" the youth said through
gritted teeth.

"Quiet that talk. We'll get you back. You belong with your
father and mother."

"I've got no parents! I am one of Merlin's men!"

"Your place is with Merlin? Then there I'll take you."

"Do you know the way, old man?"

Connell winced. "Old, I'm not. But I know enough of Merlin to
understand that he'll want you back."

"And I will fight again!" the youth cried.

"Not with that leg," Connell pointed out. "Come along, boy.
Make our way through the woods now. We'll have you back well
before the setting sun, but we have no time to waste."
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:44 pm
Malcus Barbattus


Tristan
 
"Alive- sadly, Arthur wants her kept,"


What the bloody fuck for? Malcus wanted to scream. The Roman
could feel his pulse quicken as he thought about the
punishment he could dispense on the lying woad bitch. But he
would never question Arthur's orders in front of another,
especially Arthur's own men. So instead, Malcus just shrugged
his shoulder slightly and said "I understand, if that is
Arthur's wish." Then he added, "She's a disgusting, nasty
looking thing isn't she?" with his nose slightly turned up.
"Clean her up and she might not be too bad, but for right now,
watch out for fleas and deer ticks." Malcus laughed then
nodded his head, leaving them as Tristan threw the woman over
his shoulder. Barbattus had to check-in his soldiers, relieve
them of duty and get debriefed. There was a lot to do - he
would still be working for hours. He'd suffered several
casualties because of this accursed attack, so there was that
to deal with too and he still wanted to talk with Arthur who
was still occupied.

Before Malcus took two steps, Amadeus yelled at him,

Amadeus
 
"Barbattus - Commander Castus wants a double guard on
the walls. Anyone who is able is to come guard the wall
while Commander Castus is resting his wound. See to it."


Malcus froze in his tracks. He clinched his jaw, took a deep
breath then turned and faced Amadeus. Who did that pompous
bastard think he was dealing with? How dare Amadeus speak to
Malcus as though he were a lowly grunt, foot soldier! Even
though Scipio was the Optio, Malcus had certainly paid his
dues to warrant respect as an officer. Thinking before he
spoke, Malcus stiffened his stance and braced the Optio with a
steely glare. "Yes, sir," he replied but did not bow or
salute. Just then, Barbattus spotted one of his soldiers
lurking about in the stable.

“Lucius!”

Amadeus
 
"Lucius!"


Malcus jerked around and looked at Amadeus after both men
called for the centurion at the same time. What the?, he
thought to himself as he narrowed his angry eyes.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 9:51 pm
Ash


Ash rolled his eyes at Guinevere's insult, and flippantly
ignored her useless input. He wondered how she would've
managed to successfully complete such a mission that Ash was
about to endeavor when she wasn't even able to consult a
higher intelligence past that of petty sniping. However, her
interval of childishness had finally reached its peak with
Merlin. Although Ash had managed to keep a relatively neutral
expression while the other man chided his daughter, inside he
was fitting with laughter. Served her right.

Merlin
 
Ash must enter the fort first...say, just as it begins to get dark? Then Lourdes can follow a reasonable interval afterwards. Is that agreeable to you, Lady?"


When Merlin had glanced to him, Ash gave his silent approval
of the plan. His gaze lazily shifted to Lourdes, becoming
darker in challenge as the woman prompted to speak again. He
quirked a brow again, watching her expectantly - she, too,
seemed to enjoy wagging her tongue just to hear herself speak.
Her next few statements did not surprise Ash at all. In fact,
he was amused by it. Stupid, ugly wench - Lourdes certainly
seemed to believe her shit didn't stink. Boy, she was
mistaken.

Lourdes
 
"Speak not of what you know nothing about boy. I can
kill without ever touching someone. You are no boy to
take on Arthur. I can handle him better then any other,"


BOY?

Ash breathed out a laugh, even though it made his wounded side
ache. This was just getting too priceless. Whatever you say,
woman, he thought.

Lourdes & Merlin
 
“May I have a word with your daughter, if she doesn’t mind"

"Certainly, after we have finished discussing things here. What do the three of you think of this
plan?"

"I think you putting Guinevere on the line like this is cowardly on your part. Also not wise. Guinevere
is important; she is a daughter of Britain. I offered my help and I can do it safer then they can. One false move or look from them and they are dead and you know it. More cause for your war."


Holy Gods, why couldn't Lourdes just shut her trap? She was
more-or-less threatening Merlin just because she was not
getting her own way? How utterly foolish - and childish - some
Lady of Avalon. Ash shook his head incredulously as the woman
skunked off to "assist" more of the wounded, before turning
his attention back to Merlin, silently inquiry him about what
was to be done about Lourdes. Would she still dare to try to
interfere with their plans? If anything went amiss during his
mission that might've been preventable, and Lourdes was found
to be the blame, Ash would not be so civil to her next time
they crossed paths. She was a vile and treacherous snake, not
a fucking savior, and if she knew what was best for her, she
would stay clear out of Ash's path.

He breathed out a sigh.

Darkness, and then he would be able to set out.

"With your permission, Merlin, I will go and begin preparing
for tonight," Ash said, eying the wise leader curiously, and
he waited to see what more the man might have to say to him
before he would take his leave.
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Author: Kayla
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 11:06 pm

Fiona


Bors
 
"Good to be back....back to family, ale and food....and
sleep...Leg hurts like hell though so I have to get it
tended to....Believe it, or not, I use to have a head of
curly hair, too. Had a lot of hair as a matter of fact."


This whole scenario was reminding Fiona of when she was
younger, before she had been fully trained to be a warrior and
how she would have to stay back at the camp when the other
woads were off fighting against their enemies, whether it was
the Saxons or the Romans. And when they would return, she
would run up to her father and greet him just the way that
Bors' children were doing with him at this very moment. As she
became of age to finally fight, she had grown accustomed to
being the one that would return from a battle to the ones that
were left behind. Now she was on the opposite side again,
except for this time she wasn't greeting woads - she was
greeting the knights. Or, one of them at least. And even
though he was tired and weary from fighting, he was still
receiving of his children and the woad laughed at his words,
just taking in the scene before her. Her eyes were trained on
them, not on anyone else until another knight began to come
towards her, working his way around the children and their
parents. Her heart immediately lurched into her throat, almost
anticipating what Gawain would say when he reached her.

Gawain
 
“Fiona, where is Brianna?”


Fiona made eye contact with him for a brief moment and in that
instant, she saw that he was searching her eyes, trying to
find out if she knew anything. She did, but she wasn't sure if
she really wanted to tell him. However, she had promised
Brianna that she would but a part of her was extremely
reluctant. He would eventually find out anyway that she was no
longer here at the fort and her sister had probably realized
that it was best that he hear it from the young woad rather
than a messenger or a letter. The young woman didn't know the
knight very well, they had only spoken a few times since the
day she had come to the fort, so she had no idea how he would
react.

She turned her slim body and moved a few steps away from the
red head, her lover and the children, once again looking up at
him. "She's gone, Gawain. She went back home," she spoke
softly, puffing out a small breath of air as she did. Fiona
hadn't had a chance to miss Brianna's existence with her at
the fort, but she knew that she probably would fairly soon.
The two had always been close when she was growing up, closer
than Fiona had been with Guinevere, whom she was blood-related
to and Brianna had been there for her at all times, even when
the woad was blind to realize that the ways of the world were
not what she believed them to be. Bri hadn't told her that she
couldn't live in some dream world for all of her life, but
instead she had understood where Fiona was coming from. And
now, she was no longer with her at the fort, the very place
that she most likely needed her sister the most.

The reason for Brianna's disappearance, she did not yet give
to Gawain, hoping that maybe there was some way she wouldn't
have to. But then, nothing ever seemed to go how she planned,
whether it was dealing with fighting or with her sister. Fiona
swept her hand through her hair a bit nervously, biting her
lip as she looked at him, her posture a bit sagged. If anyone
were to give her a glance in that moment, it would be hard for
them to tell that she was ever a warrior and a fighter, at
least for a period of time. She was more prone to cowering or
wanting to shy away from things, rather than stepping up and
in this instance, that fact was no different.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 11:19 pm
Milan


Mari
 
"Kiss... kih-sss...Arm...Here...And here...And a little
here."


Milan knew Mari did not wish to change the person he was
inside. Sure he had never had the need to apply speech to his
everyday life before - mostly because growing up, he had been
led to believe he was as verbally inept as his people had
deemed him - but that didn't mean that he didn't want to learn
now. Life had always been much harder on Milan - to be
constantly misunderstood because of the fact he had lacked the
speech variable to help him clarify himself had been toilsome.
He wanted to be able to talk to Mari, though. He wanted to be
able to tell her what was on his mind so she wouldn't have to
guess. There had always been so much he had wanted to say to
her, but he had never had the opportunity to do so. His
opportunity was now, and Mari's patience and dedication was
making it all possible for him to find his voice, the one that
had been crippled like a vein, cut off from existence for far
too long.

He watched with sad eyes as she gestured to various parts of
her body, some of which that had been hidden beneath the
lapping ripples of warm bathwater. He didn't need his
imagination to picture just where and how Mordred had so
viciously harmed her. Milan lowered his gaze, his brows
stitched in consternation, his shoulders slumped miserably.
What he failed to understand was why? Why had the knight
marauded Mari in such a dishonorable, fiendish manner? She was
all that was good and clean and bright. He had tried to ruin
her, and for what?

Milan snapped closed his eyes a moment and tried to shake away
the unwelcome thoughts that had invaded his mind. His lips
down-turned into a sorrowful pout as he re-opened his blue
eyes again. He reached out a hand and lightly placed it upon
the smooth ball of her shoulder, his gaze understanding as he
looked at her. He balled up his free hand against his chest
where his heart was. Her pain was his pain, her sorrow was his
sorrow, and flip-side, her joy was his joy.
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