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April 2008
Topic Started: Nov 5 2009, 10:37 PM (3,980 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 8:58 am
Derfel


Linnesse
 
“I’ve been ill, I’m much better now,”


Linnesse appeared to be reassuring him, but something in her
pale expression told Derfel that she was not as well as she
was telling him. Yet right now, Dagonet and Linnette were in
greater need of their care. He reluctantly allowed Linnesse to
slip away as she went to her sister’s aid.

Dagonet
 
"Linnette...please. I failed...it is...my fault...I
should have protected him. I am sorry...so sorry!"


Derfel gave Saoirse a quick glance of concern as Dagonet
attempted to move forward. With Linnesse no longer against his
side, Derfel was at least able to use both his arms to support
Dagonet’s weight so the redhead would not be burdened so
heavily with the task.

Linnette
 
"You should go lie down,"


“She’s right, Dag. Let me and Saoirse get you inside, aye?”
Derfel spoke softly to Dagonet while tightening his grip
around the taller man’s waist. “Lean on me, I gotcha now,” He
continued knowing how difficult and utterly painful this
moment had been for Dagonet. Derfel’s blue eyes went back to
Linnesse silently indicating his support and love for her. And
then to Linnette…which nearly broke his heart all over again.
But Derfel kept a brave face, wishing to show only support and
give Linnette any and all the strength she needed from him as
well. If she would allow it. No matter the differences he and
Linnette had in the past, Derfel would do all that he could to
help her now. For Gedeon as well as for Dagonet.
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Author: Darya
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 9:10 am

Neeve


And indeed the redhead reacted in almost the exact way as
Neeve had expected her to do. With disbelief...combined with
frustration and desperation. Had she not been the same back
then when Markaad had not returned from a mission? Yet the
difference had been, that no one had seen the dark knight
dieing...no blood, not a single sign of him had been found. He
had just disappeared. And the healer still secretly hoped to
see him again one day... It was a part of what was keeping her
going...the spark of hope that somewhere out there in the
woods or some other fortress, Markaad was still alive.

When Linnette almost stepped on her feet but jumped away just
in time, Neeve managed to blink her own memories and the image
of the dark knight’s face away and to focus on the here and
now. The younger sister then almost ‘attacked’ Dagonet...and
the raven-haired woman’s hands twitched as she wanted to grab
Linnette by her shoulders to separate her from the weakened
and injured knight. But it was not necessary in the end...

The Briton then watched Linnesse shakily approaching...and
then embracing her sister. It was tragic...and all that
because of yet another damn battle...

Dagonet
 
"Linnette.... G...Gedeon.... isn't coming back"


Linnette
 
“No… No.”


No, Neeve would not call herself a very emotional person...at
least not on the outside. But what was going on right in front
of her now, made her guts pucker up and she had to swallow
roughly. She felt awfully out of place and stiffly licked her
lips before shifting her gaze from Linnette and Linnesse to
Derfel. The silent question of 'how' and 'why' was reflected
in her crystal-blue eyes as they met the Saxon’s. She had not
known Gedeon very well, but he was...had been...Dagonet’s son
and as for that, his loss was just as bad as if it were one of
the other knights.

Linnette
 
“You should go lie down...”


Derfel
 
“She’s right, Dag. Let me and Saoirse get you inside,
aye?”


Then something 'clicked' inside Neeve and her healer instincts
took over again. Cautiously, she stepped forward to stand by
Derfel’s side. “We should get you all inside...”, she said
quietly, yet firmly and eyed all people around her closer.
Except for Saoirse, they all were wounded or ill...physically
or emotionally or both. And it would do no good to Linnesse
either to stay out in the cold rain for longer. Neeve was
ready to order them all inside a building...but renounced
this...for now. In respect for Linnette’s situation...
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 10:56 am
Saoirse


Would the ground open to swallow her! Saoirse tried not to
listen to what Dagonet said. But she couldn't help but hear
each nuance of his tone, each word spoken as if his heart was
breaking. And she was also wondering what if it was Gedeon
standing telling her the same thing... ? What if it was Gedeon
who had come back without Dagonet, what if she was in
Linnette's position? Those morbid thoughts were the only
things that stopped Saoirse from reacting badly when Linnette
took a hold of Dagonet's collar.

Her head snapped up and she hissed in a breath, her arm
clutching about her lover's back tighter to try stop him from
falling or being dragged down by Linnette.

Dagonet
 
"Linnette...please. I failed...it is...my fault...I
should have protected him. I am sorry...so sorry!"


The woman was breaking down right in front of them. Saoirse
felt such sympathy, empathy, but she couldn't help Linnette.
Who could? She had to look after Dagonet now. He needed her.
The red head licked her lips and then clamped her teeth
together tight. She turned her blue eyes up towards Dagonet,
peering once across at Derfel with an almost pleading look to
her expression but knowing there was nothing he could do to
stop this.

Linnette
 
"You should go lie down,"


Saoirse swallowed roughly and nodded her head, looking at
Linnette with the utmost respect and appreciation for putting
Dagonet's health to the fore. It must have been incredibly
hard but she did it -

Derfel
 
“She’s right, Dag. Let me and Saoirse get you inside,
aye? Lean on me, I gotcha now,”


The Irish woman just nodded her head, throat feeling swollen.
She was not crying but she was doing everything in her power
to hold them back and it hurt. It ached the back of her
throat, it made her head feel like it was about to explode and
her eyes felt like they were about to fall out of their
sockets. She sniffled, placing a hand on Dagonet's strong
stomach, turning her face towards him, standing on tippy toes
to whisper by the end of his ear -

"C'mon." she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. She sunk
back to the flats of her feet, wincing in slight pain as the
wound on her hip gave a throb of protest. She would have to
get someone to stitch it eventually - it wasn't a deep wound
but it was not closing properly. Saoirse glanced over at
Linnette, finally meeting the woman's eyes. She had no words
of comfort, no promises of things being better in the future,
she didn't even have the courage to tell Linnette that time
would heal the raw hurt that she was feeling now because it
didn't.

Time only made you stronger and more hardened to the pain.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 11:02 am
Brendyn


Well, he discovered that his timing was not that great where
disrupting men who looked over women were concerned. The man
who addressed him seemed peeved about the interruption, but
Brendyn dismissed it, though he did not miss the interaction
between the man in charge and another soldier who had been
nearby (Lucius). He pretended that he had not heard the
interaction between them. What was said was between them and
did not include him. Now, the man turned to look at Brendyn,
his voice gruff, but Brendyn only stood at attention not
wincing due to the gruff tone...

Barbattus
 
"Who are you?"


He had not said his name, but he had mentioned he was a
transfer. All of this while the man sized him up and down.
Brendyn prided himself on being well disciplined and toned as
far as fitness, but his timing when addressing others needed
work, and he had disturbed this man from moving about his
business...

Barbattus
 
"Very well, follow closely behind me and don't open your
mouth. I have to check in the men first and then I will
deal with you and get your paperwork processed. I'm
assuming you DO have paperwork. What's your name,
soldier?"


Brendyn fell in step with the man, and the other man next to
him (Titus) as they moved off toward where his men waited. So
far, he liked this man, and he seemed to be the type he'd
follow into battle willingly...a bit like Arthur and Antonius.
The young soldier looked slightly at the man next to him, and
replied, "Sir, Centurion Quintus' clerk has my papers in his
possession, and the Centurion briefly looked them over the day
after the battle. My name is Brendyn." He left the answers at
that as there was really no need to be chatty, unless the man
had other questions, or orders for him...

Standing a bit behind the two men, Brendyn watched as they
both gave the men an informal inspection, then dismissed them
after a small debrief. As the crowds cleared, Brendyn stood
where he was. "Sirs, I would like to know who I am
addressing." He had received a few injuries in the sudden
scuffle with the woads while protecting the Centurion, and
though he had not paid much attention to them, they would
eventually need to be looked at....
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 11:46 am
Neeria


As the warrioress waited for a response, she peered at the
scout, committing everything about him to memory. She fought
back the urge to move closer to him and touch him, to see if
her eyes were playing tricks on her. Surely she was seeing
things - the loss of blood had affected her. She shook her
head to clear her thoughts. Of course the man standing in
front of her could not be her Mikel. She thought back to the
vision she had of her dead husband after Connell had medicated
her before the battle. In the dream, Mikel had said to her
"Neeria, I will never leave you. I will always be with you."
Had Mikel found his resting place inside of the man standing
over her?

Tristan
 
"I'll tell the guard to get a healer,"


"Thank you, scout." she replied, wincing again at the pain in
her side. Neeria stared, once again, at the tattoes on the
man's cheeks. She wanted to ask him about them but the scout
moved to the door and placed his hand on the knob, Neeria's
mind raced. Suddenly she was very afraid and did not want to
be left alone in the cold, dreary and very scary dungeon.
"Won't you tell me scout, what is your name?" she asked again,
"I am called Neeria." She practically held her breath, hoping
he would answer and not leave her in the darkness.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 12:45 pm
Amadeus


Barbattus
 
"I, too, am glad that you are uninjured, but it is often
said that the true bravery of a warrior and the accurate
assessment of his manhood is apparent by the battle
scars he bears for they are the ones that tell the true
story!"


Amadeus gave Barbattus a level look for his preaching. In a
round about way the soldier's Captain was saying that Amadeus
was the weaker man because he had not been so badly injured as
Castus was. Fool of a man. Who did he think he was? He was a
lowly officer in the Roman Army - and the Roman Army of
Britain only. Had this brawny piece of shit ever fought in a
real battle? In a real war ahead of a real Roman Legion and
not the pathetic excuse for an army that was stationed at
Badon Hill. Oh they had potential! But their potential for
growth had been stumped by Castus' weakness.

And scars -- ! HA!

The Optio could feel the weeping scar on the back of his thigh
as it started to scab over, plastering his leather trousers to
his skin and felt like slapping Barbattus for thinking
anything so high of a scar.

Barbattus was an idiot.

True manhood and bravery was not inherent in just any man. It
was a thing reserved for those of noble stock. Any lesser
creature like Barbattus himself who was to be considered brave
would have to admit, if under oath, that his 'bravery' was
mere fluke.

When Barbattus barked orders at Lucius, Amadeus listened,
wanting to be able to pick some hole in what he had ordered of
the most noble of soldiers at Badon Hill, but he failed to
find any loopholes. So instead he gave a stiff nod of his head
to Lucius, watching him walk away with only the barest hint of
pride in his grey eyes. He would mould that man to his needs
soon enough.

Amadeus turned, about to take his leave of Barbattus when
another male came to the front, clearing his throat and
reporting. The Optio gave a roll of his eyes and did a stiff
about-turn, stalking off, as much as he could given his
wounded leg, towards the fortress. He was going to wash the
damn badge of bravery on his thigh and he would have something
to eat, then he would go deal with Arthur bloody Castus and
his insane plans to 'mediate' with the woads again.









Eala

Exhaustion had finally taken Eala under. She was still bare
naked, her tiny body giving convulsive shivers every now and
then, but her big eyes were now closed. Her pale cheek was
pressed to the wet ground and her nose was crushed up against
one of the bars. One luminously pale arm stuck out the bars,
the other was wrapped pathetically around her legs which were
tucked up to her chest, attempting to preserve some warmth.
There was a bowl of food, if you could call it that, about
three inches from her little fingers. And it was in that vain
attempt to reach the bowl of mushy, watery bread that Eala had
finally given up. She was so tired, so wasted. She was more
unconscious than 'asleep' to be honest.

The clang of metal startled her and she shifted in her sleep,
her black eyes blinked wearily. Her battered body twitched on
the ground as she attempted to pool what strength she had to
lift her head. When she did, it just flopped against the metal
bars, her cheek crushed up against them.

Voices...

Eala felt tears prick the edges of her vision as she thought
she heard a voice she recognised. She felt a choked sob
threaten in her throat but in truth she had not the strength
for it. Her eyes were closing again. She parted her lips,
falling back into a deep slumber --

"Nnnn--" she moaned incoherently, smacking her lips and
frowning. Her little head started to slide down the bars, the
rusty bars leaving a few scratches on her pale cheek.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 1:55 pm
Linnette and Linnesse


Derfel
 
“She’s right, Dag. Let me and Saoirse get you inside,
aye? Lean on me; I gotcha now.”


Neeve
 
“We should get you all inside...”


Saoirse
 
"C'mon."


"They're right...come on, sister," Linnesse urged her sister
softly, peering worriedly into her face. Even as Dagonet,
Derfel, and Saoirse got moving, slowly and awkwardly, Linnette
at first did not move at all. She seemed almost oblivious to
her external surroundings, her eyes just looking blankly at
nothing, her hand still clutched around the ring, an
occasional sniff her only sound, though her tears were still
flowing. It seemed that it took her a moment to recognize
Linnesse; she blinked a bit confusedly, then noticed that the
others were ready to go.

"Yes...I suppose so," she murmurrred, sniffing and swallowing
at the end of that sentence. Her voice trembled; Linnesse
could tell she was exerting all her control not to start just
sobbing again. She cast a despairing glance over at Derfel,
and the thought- uncharitable though it might be- came into
her head: this could be me. Linnette, who stood there sobbing
in the rain, never to see her man again- that could be me. If
that battle had gone even slightly otherwise- that could be
me. A part of her wanted to rush over to Derfel again and hug
him- but she couldn't do that. She had to stay at Linnette's
side. She reached out in the other direction, hoping to bring
Neeve back to her side to support her so that neither Derfel
nor Linnette would have to worry about it, and now they were
on their way back to the infirmary, their steps infinitely
heavier than they had been on the way there. The whole day had
taken on such a different cast, now- everything, absolutely
everything, was changed.

"He never wore this- it was too small," Linnesse heard
Linnette murmur the words, very quietly as she walked, and
looked over at her again, seeing her staring down into her
palm that held the ring. Drops of water beaded it, and strands
of her red hair clung to her forehead and cheeks. She had made
no effort to put up the hood of her cloak, and Linnesse
reached out for it, trying to pull it up for her as she
walked- but she couldn't quite reach it from here, and
Linnette either was oblivious to her efforts, or she didn't
care- she made no move to help, and Linnesse's hand slipped
back down without having done anything to help.












Tristan

Neeria
 
"Thank you, scout. Won't you tell me, scout, what is
your name? I am called Neeria."


Neeria, then. Why was she so insistent on knowing who he was?
It was rather unnerving, actually- she was an enemy, she
shouldn't have any interest in him personally. She shouldn't
care, she should shout and spit and writhe like all other
Woads did, in that not-quite-human way of theirs. She
certainly shouldn't be thanking him for his help, and
introducing herself to him, as though she expected to sit down
for a nice little chat. Tristan felt his heart hardening up in
his chest, his back stiffening as he made up his mind to
resist her. She was trying to manipulate him into something.

"I have no name," he answered, his voice a husky whisper, deep
in his throat. His eyes raked over her one last time, trying
to see if there was anything else he needed to be wary of- but
he saw only a wounded Woad woman, frightened, and trying to
sway him somehow to sympathize with her. The less time he
spent in this cell, the better. With a last piercing look, but
no further words, Tristan pushed the door open and left the
tiny room.

"She needs a healer. Arthur wants her ready to go," he
repeated to the guard just outside, passing the message on,
and then his part in this little disaster was over. He hoped
the woman died of her wounds- it would make things a lot
simpler, and they would not have to deal with her deceptions
again.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 3:53 pm
Bors


He had stood back from the crowd watching all that went on.
His heart went out to Linnette, but he never had gotten the
hang of giving a compassionate shoulder to one in sorrow.
Dagonet was rather good at it, and Bors decided that at some
time he should take lessons on how to be tough and yet
compassionate. No one paid him much mind while he stood not
far off from his best friend, Saoirse and the rest, but then,
that was quite proper. All he wanted to do was somehow let
Linnette know he was there for her...

He watched as Derfel and Saorise moved to lead Dag off, and
Bors wanted to be there for him. Out of the corner of his eye,
Bors saw Linnette. He was no good at condolences, but he hoped
that Linnette knew that Vanora would be there if she needed
anything...

Dagonet would have done the same.

Limping forward, Bors asked, 'Dagonet, if there is anything I
or Vanora can do for you or Linnette...we will be close. You'd
do the same for me...' He lay a firm but understanding hand on
the taller knight's arm, but did not want to detain them from
taking him to be looked after. Looking at Derfel and Saoirse,
Bors said, 'I will be close if you need me, Dagonet....'









Adian

The wounded were beginning to come in now, and they'd have
their hands full. The one healer worked steady but quickly to
mend the opened gash made by the spearhead. Stitching the last
of the wound together, her assistant moved off to collect the
herbs needed to make a pultice as well as some clean cloth for
bandages. The guard that had been standing by as though their
patient was going to cause trouble, eyed the woman as she
returned.

The healer stood from her place having finished the last two
stitches, and discarded the needle into a jar next to the bed,
then moved off to leave the other healer to finish tending the
man. As she made the pultice and then wrapped the wound, Adian
moaned a bit murmuring something about Thorn and a child, and
some woman named Juna. Tying the bandage securely, the healer
stood from where she sat and began to clean the area, while
the guard studied the man with curiosity: the injured man was
dressed funny, and there was a wildness about him, but how in
the name of heaven did a civilian get outside the gates, and
where did he come by the clothes? The guard had seen him in
the tavern a few times, the first time to buy ale for his
horse....then after a while, he came to pick up his lady
friend (Thorn)...then with another young woman (Fiona). In
that time, after the last woad attack, meat had begun to
appear in the tavern. And this young man certainly had not
been dressed like that but a black cloak, high boots, a loose
tunic and dark brown pants he had tucked into the top of his
boots...

Adian moaned again, and the young woman propped him up
slightly at a comfortable angle, then prepared to move off and
help tend to more wounded. She would love to have stayed next
to the handsome "prisoner", but duty called.

"If he wakes up and needs anything, do flag me down," She said
to the guard. The guard nodded, then went back to
contemplating the young man. Ah, he had been about the fort,
and so easily for one who seemed to be "just a farmer". The
guard's eyes narrowed as he studied the scars on Adian's chest
and sides...they seemed to travel to his back.

Adian, himself, felt like he was floating, and he had heard
voices, but now they had gone off. The pain in his shoulder
was a dull pain, and his whole body ached. The young hunter's
lips moved slightly though he was not awake,
'Thorn....my...sweet...Rose...I have...come...back'
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 4:51 pm
Galahad


Perhaps it was naivety that had Galahad so oblivious to
Alina's torn mind. He would never presume that she had cheated
on him whilst he was gone. It would just never occur to him to
think that she might need someone other than himself. So he
had not been there for her when her cousin had died...
unfortunately he had a 15 year service to pay to Rome. He
would have given anything to have stayed with her when she
needed him, but his blood would not allow it. His servitude to
Rome would not allow it.

It occurred to the curly-haired Knight that maybe he should
tell Alina this...

Galahad reluctantly left Alina's side to put his horse into
it's stall, brushing it down as best he could before the wound
on his stomach meant he had to give up the task to a younger
squire and went to Alina's side, face downcast, his saddlebags
slung over his shoulder. He was about to whine to her about
how shaming it was for a Sarmatian Knight to be unable to tend
to his own horse, but she gave him no chance, taking him by
the hand and leading him, swiftly towards the fortress.

Walking through the corridors, Galahad frowned, noticing alot
more soldiers than normal, alot more activity than normal. The
two entered the room and Galahad sighed, sliding past Alina
and slinging his saddlebags onto the floor next to his bed. He
gracelessly flopped down onto the bed, arms sprawled hither
and tither, one leg dropped down over the side of the bed and
the other angled across the mattress, blue eyes staring
desolately at the ceiling.

He felt empty inside. He felt really cold inside. It sounded
pathetic, even in his own head. Large, puppy-dog eyes turned
to Alina, his bearded cheek lightly resting against his
shoulder.

Alina
 
"Let me see what you've done to yourself this time,"


Galahad saw her attempt to lift his spirits and found enough
warmth inside of himself to return the smile, though it was
watery weak. He pursed his lips and looked down to the side at
his shoulder, chin tucked to his collarbones as he lifted a
hand and started to untie the laces that held his leather body
armour in place.

"It's just a small gash, promise. Some fool of a woad was a
little free with his axe - caught me by surprise..." Galahad
murmured, fingers knotting in teh laces as he frowned. Blowing
out his cheeks, he sat up on the bed, shoulders sagged, back
hunched, and turned his head away from Alina, attempting the
other side having given up with the awkward knots on that
shoudler. "Tristan lost his horse. Dagonet's hurt really bad
too. And Arthur. Are ... Are you ok?" Galahad asked suddenly,
his head whipping around and his hand falling to his lap as
his blue eyes glanced to her bruised jaw and then to her eyes.

He had noticed it earlier but had been too distracted to ask
about it.









Mari

It felt nice to be all alone for so long. Mari was normally
all too eager for company and lots of it, the more the better.
With Milan around it was different. She wanted time alone with
him to get to know him. She wanted him to be with her always,
like this. Alone. Open. Honest. It was never awkward with
Milan, it was never an effort to be with him. She could be
herself, simply and wonderfully. And she liked to think that
when he was with her that Milan was being himself too.

His large hands lifted out of the water, stroking along her
upper arm. Mari smiled, biting her bottom lip gently when he
looked back to smile at her. The sight of his smiling lips so
close to hers made her heart skip a beat. It set her breathing
to a faster pace too, the whole world seems to be warmed by
that smile.

Her world at least.

Milan
 
"Mari,"


Mari smiled, her stomach doing a peculiar, fluttering flip
when he said it. Goosebumps ranged up and down her arms when
he turned in the water, her arms about his middle so that her
palms now pressed into the small of his back. Mari's eyes were
bright with pride in how clear and precise the utterance of
her name was from his lips. He said it again and kissed her
again, causing the goosebumps to lift further along her arms,
to her shoulders. A third time saw her shiver, giggling
girlishly against Milan's lips.

Her slick chest was laid tight against Milan's in this
position but for some reason the water felt like a barrier, it
felt like the water prevented them from physically touching
beneath the surface. The young woman allowed Milan to utter
her name and kiss her tenderly a dozen more times before
giving another giggle, sliding her hand up his bare back to
the hair at the nape of his neck. She ran her fingers through
it lightly, pursing her lips as she looked at him critically,
assessingly.

"That's easy for you isn't it? My name." she said with a
giggle, all sadness from their earlier conversation seeming to
evaporate with his gentle kisses, "I like that, I like that
it's easy for you to say my name. I think you can be as
comfortable with other words if we ... keep trying them." Mari
said, thinking, "Do you want to try?" she asked with a hopeful
smile, wading a step away from Milan, tilting her head at him,
her arms extended so that she still had her hands on his
shoulders.

"We can do colors! And names, and things like ... like ...
water." Mari splashed one hand into the water lightly, eager,
"And you could teach me to read then... I would so love to be
able to read." the young woman said with a sweet lift to her
dark eyebrows, eyes hopeful as she looekd into Milan's
innocent blue orbs.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 5:04 pm
Alina


Galahad
 
"It's just a small gash, promise. Some fool of a woad
was a little free with his axe - caught me by
surprise...Tristan lost his horse. Dagonet's hurt really
bad too. And Arthur."


"I'll be the judge of that," she told him with a meaningful
look at his presumption that his wound was 'small.'

Alina appreciated Galahad's rambling, as it helped to fill up
the empty spaces where awkward silence lingered. Even with the
distraction, though, it didn't relieve the uncomfortable
feeling in the pit of her stomach. So instead, she busied
herself with preparing what medical supplies were available.
She couldn't help but stop at one point, though, and look
Galahad over as he lay flopped on the bed. There was something
boyishly adorable at the way he lay, fiddling with his laces,
but the severity in his features betrayed his youth, making
him appear much older than she remembered. It seemed that
every time he went off to battle and then returned, he lost
just a little more of his life force and soul. It was somehow
horrifying for Alina to see him in such a state. She wanted
nothing more than to climb into his embrace and hold him like
she used to, but she didn't know if she could. Alina didn't
know if what she felt for him now was strong enough, or if she
was good enough to keep him.

Galahad
 
"Are ... Are you ok?"


The sudden turning point in his rambling caught her a bit off
guard, but she managed to just shrug it off and dispel his
inquiry with a tired smile.

"I'll live," Alina replied.

The healer breathed deeply, trying to clear her mind. A small
smile tugged at her lips as she watched him impatiently
attempt to get his armor off. She came beside him and
immediately reached out to help him untie the laces. Her
patience made the effort less fruitless than his had been, and
in a short matter of time, his body armor was all tugged off
and abandoned on the floor.

"Take off your tunic," she instructed, briefly turning back
toward the basin of stale water to dip in a cloth.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 5:58 pm
Galahad


Alina
 
"I'll be the judge of that,"


He already knew that...

It made Galahad feel 'home' to have Alina chide him with that
look in her eye. Oh he would never admit to liking it, but
there was a homely feel to having her take care of him, in
having her care about him. That is what set Alina apart from
the other women he had taken to his bed in his years at Badon
Hill. Alina cared. And he cared in return. It was so simple in
his head, but when it came to practice it had proven much more
complicated. But still, the idea was right, Galahad thought.

Galahad's tired blue eyes watched Alina though her back was to
him, her head turned away so he couldn't see the bruise now.
He didn't like the thought that she had been involved in the
fighting that had gone on and wanted to know that she had not
seen anything she shouldn't have done, that she had not had
herself put into some kind of mortal danger.

Alina
 
"I'll live, Take off your tunic,"


The young knight pursed his lips. His tired mind was noticing
a certain something in Alina's manner as she came to the bed
to help him with his armour. Well, if 'help' meant that she
was doing it for him because he was too out of it to focus on
the laces. Galahad watched her work, his eyes intent on her
face, looking at the bruise, looking at how clean her
fingernails were, as if she had bathed sometime recently. That
was a good thing - to Galahad. It meant she had had some time
to herself, relaxing.

At her brusque order, Galahad reacted like a child. He reached
a hand down the centre of his back and pulled the tunic
upwards, pulling it off over his head and making his curly
hair stand on end in a messy heap. He sloppily dropped the
tunic onto the ground and looked down at his stomach. Because
of the way he was sitting the muscles in his abdomen were
creased, the wound 'bulged' just above his hip looking lightly
yellow in the centre and jagged about the edges. It was about
the length of one of his fingers.

Galahad sighed, straightening his back so that the wound was
'straight'. He pouted out his bottom lip assessingly, looking
over at Alina.

"How'd it happen?" he queried, referring to her jaw and lifted
a gentle hand to brush the pale skin above the dark bruise
tenderly.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 7:06 pm
Lancelot


Arthur
 
“You will have your arm examined as well, my friend.
Accompany me now to my quarters and both will be tended
while I prepare for what I must do,”


Lancelot frowned heavily at Arthur's words. He stepped up next
to the other man, and raised his dirt covered brows. The area
around his eye sockets was shockingly white - making his dark
irises seem to jump out of his angular face. "What you must do
is follow the healers' advice, commander. Let us wait and see
what they say, hm?" He crossed his arms, and let go of the
wounded spot. If he was going to bleed to death, so be it. He
was too tired to care anymore, and besides, if he didn't get
Arthur to his quarters and seen to by the healer or doctor, it
wouldn't matter what happened to Lancelot.

If Arthur died, surely Lancelot and the others wouldn't be
long for this world.

Thinking on that, Lancelot knew that Arthur would feel
slighted - did feel slighted - when Lancelot had brought that
point up earlier. He knew the Roman thought Lancelot only
wanted Arthur alive so Lancelot himself would live - and yes,
that was a good thing - but it wasn't the only reason he
cared.

The other reasons were still in a part of Lancelot's mind that
wasn't quite ready to be examined deeply yet. But he felt it
coming - and knew that this time he couldn't put off making
changes (of any kind) for much longer. And that did not make
him happy.

Arthur
 
“Fine. As long as she is kept alive long enough to be of
use to me,”


Lancelot pursed his lips. "She's in the scout's hands now,
Arthur. I wouldn't worry about Tristan being overly mean to
the itty-bitty sweet lady prisoner." He made his voice syrupy
sweet, and sighed at the end of his sentence. Arthur's weird
sense of morality would be the end of him, the Sarmatian was
sure.

He followed Arthur and Darya as they began the walk to the
quarters area; Lancelot's blades for once feeling heavy and
bulky. He touched the bottom of one - whispered a word of
peace - and they seemed to quiet. It was unusual when the
swords didn't feel like part of him. He could tell it was
going to be a long few weeks.

Arthur seemed to waver for a moment, and Lancelot cocked his
head, intent on saying something, but the Roman kept walking,
so Lancelot merely shrugged and stayed close. He noted the
nasty Optio and Malcus chatting with a soldier Lancelot did
not know; all three men looked unhappy. Lancelot chased a grin
off his face quickly at that - fuck that hooked-nosed bastard.
He would get what was coming to him.

Darya
 
“How bad is it?”


Lancelot looked at her, not sure if his kinswoman was speaking
to him or to her lov- Arthur. He tried a rough smile - it was
quick and angry and showed most of his teeth.

"Ask your commander, here," he said, gesturing to Arthur. "He
has a stick to the ribs." Lancelot looked over at Arthur as he
spoke. He sighed and raked the hand of his uninjured arm
through his sweaty, limp hair. The chill in the air and the
light drizzle did little to help his mood. "He needs to see
the healer. Now."
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Author: linnet
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 7:56 pm
Juna


Merlin
 
"If that damned priestess doesn't mess things up."


Juna was intent on stopping the bleeding that had already
weakened the young Woad to the point of unconsciousness.
Merlin’s words reached her from where he sat just outside her
entrance-way. They really didn’t register though since their
connection to anything wasn’t apparent. So she didn’t pay much
attention as he was apparently talking to himself, or having a
conversation with the gods again. Besides, when she worked,
her attention was usually so focused, that it was never easy
to disrupt her concentration.

Merlin
 
"Juna? Would you be able to help me with that, if it's
needed?"


She knew he was addressing her now, but had no idea what
‘that’ he was talking about. “Wait just a minute, Merlin. I’m
almost finished here,” she said with a touch of harried
irritation slipping through. She was in the midst of trying to
force some liquid concoction down the frail boy’s throat.
Being unconscious, he wasn’t co-operating, so she was trying
to hold his head up, keep his mouth open, pour in the
medicine, close his mouth, and massage his throat to make him
swallow. So far she’d watched more of the stuff run down the
side of his face than disappear into his body, and she didn’t
want any more wasted. When she was satisfied that he’d
ingested enough to help rebuild his strength, she stood up,
wiped her hands on her dirt and blood stained skirt, and raked
her still damp hair away from her face.

Stepping outside, Juna instructed the two waiting men to take
the boy, carefully, to someplace sheltered. She mentally added
him to the list of those she would find and check on again
later. Then she turned to Merlin. “I’m sorry,” she said almost
sheepishly in spite of the smile she wore from the sight of
him sitting against her shelter. “You asked if I would help
with something. What do you need?” She reached out her hand,
offering him something to grab to pull himself back up to his
feet. Watching his face, she waited to hear what he wanted of
her. She wasn’t quite ready to agree without knowing what he
had in mind.
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Author: Kayla
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 8:36 pm
Fiona


Gawain
 
"Why?"


Fiona was not one to want to be the bearer of bad or anything
other than good news, especially not with someone she had only
just met recently and someone that her sister had obviously
cared about when the young woad had seen them together. But
Brianna's doubts or whatever was going on in the blonde woad's
mind must have gotten to her, causing her to drop everything
and leave. She didn't know if her sister would ever return but
it didn't seem like she would and the young woman hated the
thought of how long it could be before she saw her again,
especially if she was in Avalon by the spring.

The woad pushed a breath of air out of her mouth when the
knight in front of her asked why Brianna had left. His tone of
voice didn't startle her, since she had known deep down that
this was something he would want to know. It was not something
she had wanted him to ask but no matter how much she didn't
want to answer it, she knew she couldn't keep her sister's
message from him. Something broke through her train of
thoughts, however, momentarily distracting her from what she
was going to tell him.

Vanora
 
"What is going on over there, Gawain? Bors? What has
happened?"


Bors
 
"Gawain was...I mean....well..."


Gawain
 
“Gedeon died at Segedenum, Vanora. We never found his
body.”


This distraction was something that caused a look of confusion
to appear on Fiona's face as she looked back and forth between
Gawain, Bors and Vanora a couple of times then followed the
knight's gaze to a group standing a distance away, and she
could only presume that they were possibly the family of this
'Gedeon', whom Gawain had pronounced as dead. Her expression
turned into one of sympathy as she looked on at them for a
brief moment.

Gawain
 
“Why did she leave me, Fiona?”


She could sense a change in his tone, as if he was too weary
to keep up the insistance he'd had before. Fiona sighed,
glancing down at the ground for a minute then looked back up
at him. "She didn't feel safe here behind the Roman walls. And
she thought that maybe you weren't ..." The woad paused for a
moment, not able to look Gawain in the eye, as if she was the
one thinking these things and not just acting as the
messenger. But that wasn't the case; she had no intention of
wanting to make him upset in any way and she hoped that her
sister hadn't wanted to either. " ... that you weren't ready
for a child," she said, the words coming out as quickly as she
could string them together while still sounding coherent. This
situation was uncomfortable, to say the least.

"I'm sorry," she murmured quietly, shaking her head and
looking back up at him, finally daring to catch his eye again.
It was hard for her that Brianna was gone, but she knew it was
much worse for him.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 9:15 pm

Neeria


Tristan
 
"I have no name,"


Neeria lowered her eyes as the scout refused to answer her
question. She sank back against the cold, damp wall and
shivered. Someone's, possibly the previous inhabitant's, blood
was splattered on the wall. There were mixed smells of death,
human waste, and vomit that permeated the air.

Neeria still wore nothing more than her leather breast straps,
leather pants and only one boot. Her teeth chattered
uncontrollably. The woman shivered from both cold and fear.
She wrapped her arms around herself in a hug and tried to
capture some of her own body heat, which of course, was
futile. Neeria was a woad warrior, Guinevere's best
lieutenant, but she was cold, hurt and afraid and the fear of
being left alone in this horrible stinky place consumed her.
She thought of her beloved Merlin, her shan-ti, not knowing if
he'd even survived the second attack. If he had survived, she
wondered, did Mona return to him with news of Neeria's
capture? Would they come and rescue her? Would Guinevere take
the risk of returning to the fortress? And what of Arthur
Castus? What were his plans for her? She'd promised to turn
Merlin over to him in exchange for her life.

Neeria raised her eyes again as Tristan turned his back to her
and opened the door. Panic struck her like a ton of bricks as
she struggled and stood up again, rushing to the door behind
him as it shut. Now the room was dark (the window faced a
stone wall, letting in very little light at best) and Neeria
was alone and terrified. On the other side of the door, she
heard Tristan's voice.

Tristan
 
"She needs a healer. Arthur wants her ready to go,"


The woad, held her side with one hand and banged loudly on the
door with the other and shouted, "SCOUT! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE
ME! Just give me a blanket so that I don't freeze to death!
SCOUT!!" she screamed as loudly as she could, not knowing if
he even heard her.









Barbattus

Malcus rubbed his tired eyes and rotated his stiff neck. He
had a headache.

Brendyn
 
Sir, Centurion Quintus' clerk has my papers in his
possession, and the Centurion briefly looked them over
the day after the battle. My name is Brendyn.


Malcus heard the young man speak, but didn't acknowledge
Brendyn until the unit had been dismissed. Finally, the
Captain turned around and said, "very well......Brendyn," and
gave the soldier a once-over again. "I suppose with
everything's that's been going on, there is a good reason why
I wasn't informed of your arrival." Malcus said with a barely
concealed tone of dissatisfaction. My name is Commander Malcus
Cicero Barbattus and this is my first lieutenant, Titus."
Malcus said, pointing out Titus with a tip of his head.
Barbattus looked at the young man again and couldn't quite put
his finger on why, but favored him. Malcus was an excellent
judge of character almost immediately. He noticed the young
man favoring one side and realized that he must be hurt.
"Normally I would send you directly to your squad commander,
but I want Titus to take you to the medicus and have you
checked out first. Afterward, report to me for further
instructions. Are you clear?" Malcus asked, already moving on
to his next two tasks - the double-watch schedule and then
checking on Lucius.
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