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April 2008
Topic Started: Nov 5 2009, 10:37 PM (3,979 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: sabor ice
Date: Sun Apr 06, 2008 11:16 pm
Alina


Alina hadn't noticed the way Galahad had been assessing the
bruise on her face. For her, it was insignificant, something
that had happened, but now it was over. After all, it wasn't
as if Kolya had deliberately given it to her. He had not
gotten away completely unscathed either for his actions, she
recalled, slightly bemused. She must have to thank Drake some
time for that, for all he had done on her behalf. As for
herself, her knuckles were lightly bruised from her own fury
unleashed upon Kolya on several occasions. It was amazing how
that man was able to bring out the worst in her - never did
she truly lose her temper with anyone else, save for Kolya.
Knowing him, he probably would've found that amusing. Ugh,
Alina thought to herself.

Galahad
 
"How'd it happen?"


"I don't really remember," she lied, with a soft chuckle. She
shrugged her shoulder dismissively as he gently touched a hand
to her face.

Alina's gaze became more focused then as she began tending to
Galahad's wound. She tsked lightly at what rough condition he
had come home in. Sure she was just happy he was alive and
home, but it was just in her nature to chide him out of
concern.

"Alot has happened since you've been gone, Galahad," Alina
explained. She swallowed roughly, trying to dispel the topic
she wished to avoid the most, that topic being Kolya. Brown
eyes glanced from her work to Galahad's blue eyes and back.
"Even before the Woads' attacked...a sickness struck the fort.
So many fell ill, some died. I was lucky, I guess. There was
also this girl, Mari...she was raped..."
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 12:49 am
Dagonet


He was not feeling good... In fact he was so weak that only
mere determination was keeping him on his feet. His body and
soul longed for laying down, for resting. But, he had to do
something... He could not leave this situation like that! He
should be strong as always...

Dagonet was breathing hard trying to calm his trembling heart
and his weakened body, when he felt somebody's gentle touch.

Linnette
 
"You should go lie down,"


The tall man forced his eyes to open and look straight into
Linnette's face soaked both with raindrops and her tears. Such
sorrowful look upon her face, so much reflecting his own
probably.

Lie down... Yes, he should... But how could he, when his close
ones needed him so much now, When Linnette needed his
strenght? How?

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


It was Derfel's firm grasp upon him that restrained him from
falling. As he spoke Dagonet slowly shook his head...
Infirmary again? He wanted to protest and order them to take
him to his room... He wanted just to hide from the world not
being exposed again. He wanted to slid away from everybody's
looks. He wanted to curl up and cry.. give up into sorrow.

In the moment he oppened his mouth to speak another gentle
hands went to his stomach and he heard Saoirse murmur into his
ear.

Saoirse
 
"C'mon."


Dagonet released shaky frustrated breath. He really did not
know what to do.. He really had no strenghts to think about
it... Few more tears rolled down his cheek as the pain became
stronger both in his heart and in his wound.

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


She was right.. It was cold, raining. The emotions were thick
in the air. Dagonet slowly nodded his head with a frown of
sorrow. He just gave up...

They started to move slowly towards infirmary... Very slowly,
every move giving him the pain, he had to clench his teeth not
to moan to it. Then a familiar figure stood before him. He
looked with his tearful eyes at his friend.

Bors
 
'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... 'I will be close if you need me, Dagonet....'


With Bors's hand upon his shoulder Dagonet nodded slowly,
meeting his friend's serious eyes. He attempted to smile just
slight, but he couldn't in fact. His heart was too heavy with
emotions.

"I know, Bors" he whispered. "I know, my friend."

With that he bowed his head slightly and continued on his trek
towards the infirmary, feeling Derfel and Saoirse both by him.
Derfel carrying him almost by himself, as he was not able to
walk completely by himself.

He was here... The task of telling done, but did not bring
peace to his mind only more heartache and sorrow. Linnette's
sorrowful eyes will hunt him to the rest of his life... He
will always feel guilty for loosing Gedeon, nobody will ever
make him feel otherwise. Even the dream he had in his feverish
state. It was just a dream...

Reality was much more difficult...
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 6:55 am
Merlin


Juna
 
“Wait just a minute, Merlin. I’m almost finished here.
I’m sorry. You asked if I would help with something.
What do you need?”


"Don't apologize," Merlin answered with a tired smile, as he
took her offered hand and heaved himself to his feet. Once
there, he inhaled deeply and stretched, looking around the
camp as he did so. The rain was dying off, a mere hint of a
sprinkle now, thoug the clouds were still leaden above them.
Across the clearing, under a pine tree, Lourdes still bent
over a patient.

"The priestess..." Merlin gestured across at her just briefly,
so as not to be too obvious, and spoke in a low voice.

"She claims she wants to help us free the prisoners, but I'm
not convinced she's trustworthy. You'll remember last time."
Merlin scowled at the memory of her treatment of Brianna. Even
though it had all turned out all right, the Woad leader did
not forget an insult like that.

"Ash is going to try to enter the fort in disguise about
sunset. I don't want Lady Lourdes leaving the camp before
then. Right now she seems occupied with the wounded, but I
wondered..." he glanced over at Juna questioningly- now was
the time when he asked his favor.

"If it looks like she might leave, could you try to delay her?
Engage her in discussion of some arcane matter of healing,
perhaps? Ask her advice, even if you don't need it?" Merlin
gave her a smile and a little laugh. Juna would not in
sincerity ask Lourdes' advice, that he was pretty sure of, but
there was no one in the camp in a better position to sit her
down for a long talk about something obscure. A much more
gentle method than simply holding her in the camp by force-
and much safer, too.

"I don't know if it will be necessary- she seems occupied now-
but could you, if it is?" He asked the question with an
appealing, rather sheepish look, and reached tentatively for
her hand as he spoke. He had asked a lot of her, lately.










Tristan

Neeria
 
"SCOUT! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! Just give me a blanket so
that I don't freeze to death! SCOUT!!"


"Oho, she likes you,' smirked the guard outside the cell door,
apparently thinking he was making a fine joke as inside the
cell, Neeria screamed and threw herself against the now-locked
door. Tristan, however, wasn't amused at all.

"Shut up," he growled, whether to the guard, or to Neeria, or
to both, he himself was not even sure. All he knew was that he
didn't want to hear them- either of them. He wanted to be out
of here.

"Don't forget the healer," he added suddenly, fiercely,
rounding on the guard and pulling him towards himself by a big
handful of the collar. The guard, caught by surprise, first
put up his hands defensively, then struck Tristan's arm away,
and Tristan let it drop.

"Yeah, yeah...don't get so upset about it! I'll send a
messenger now. Marcus!" He yelled the name over his shoulder
and a small boy trotted out of the guardroom, a wooden toy
horse clutched in his hand.

"Go to the infirmary and tell them to send a healer right away
to see to a prisoner. Tell them it's urgent." The guard
glanced over at Tristan, his gaze asking silently if that was
all right; Tristan nodded solemnly, and the boy scampered off,
Tristan himself following at a slower pace. Normally at this
time after a mission, he would have tended to his horse, but
this time, there was no horse to tend to. Well, maybe he could
see about getting another one. No time was too soon for that.
Exiting the dungeons, he turned his steps in the direction of
the stables across the courtyard, the light rain weighing down
his hair and plastering it to his cheeks.
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Author: Kay
Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 8:02 am
Guinevere


Guinevere negotiated her way back toward her father. Injured
warriors seemed to be everywhere, lying on the ground or
propped against trees. Underfoot, the earth was slippery from
the rain and from the spilt blood of her fellow countrymen.

No one gave her a second glance, and she hoped that this was
due to her disguise. She spotted her father up ahead; he was
deep in conversation with Juna. She approached them, and saw
her father reach for Juna's hand.

"Father" she said, breathlessly. "Is this disguise sufficent,
do you think?"








Grace

Grace scurried quickly across the fortress compound. The
warriors were arriving in droves now; bloodied and battered
men seemed to be everywhere. She was acutely aware of the
beating of her heart, for it seemed that the organ was
throwing itself against her ribcage with every step she took,
and she was still shaking from her encounter with that brute
on the horse.

By the time she finally arrived back at her little home, she
could barely speak. Grace burst into the hut, gasping for
breath; her face puce with the effort of her flight, and the
remnants of acute embarassment.

"Grace!" her sister blurted out in surprise. "What on earth is
wrong?"

"N-Noth-nothing" she wheezed. "H-here" She brought the
precious medicine out from under her cloak and handed the
bottle to her sister.

"How much should she have?" her sister asked.

Grace held up one finger to indicate the dose, and then
slumped into a chair, clutching at her chest in a bid to still
the racing of her heart. She groaned and buried her face in
her hands, closing her eyes; at once, a vision of the angry
man on the huge white horse danced in her head. Awful,hateful
man! she thought angrily. Then she realised that her face was
wet, but the light rainfall outside was not the cause; she was
crying and she wasn't sure why. The only thing she knew for
certain was that she needed Peter, her fiance, at that moment,
she needed him so much, yet it was impossible, for he lay in a
churchyard at Eboracum and even though her heart was thudding
in her breast, the very essence of her being lay with Peter,
beneath the cold, cloying earth.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:12 am
Brendyn


It had been a rough day for them all, and not alone the ones
who had returned from the battle, but those at the fort as
well. Malcus was showing signs of exhaustion, but like all of
them, there was little time to rest at the moment. The thought
made Brendyn hold off on chatting too much which he did when
he was incredibly tired. Right now, he felt like he could use
a good three month hibernation period, but there were things
to take care of...

Malcus
 
"very well......Brendyn," "I suppose with everything's
that's been going on, there is a good reason why I
wasn't informed of your arrival." "My name is Commander
Malcus Cicero Barbattus and this is my first lieutenant,
Titus."


There was no need to say anything else to the introduction,
except a respectful nod to each man. He held his stance as
Malcus gave him a once over again. Titus did as well, and
Brendyn wondered what each man thought of him so far. Brendyn
was in a slight amount of pain from the slashes he had
received while protecting Quintus, and he had not given them
much thought...he was too busy to give any thought to pain
though it was there. The young soldier looked over at Titus
who was eyeing his one arm. Brendyn followed the man's eyes
and saw that he was bleeding from two places: one just under
his left arm on the side of his chest a bit away from his
shoulder joint. The other was on his lower arm though it was
just a slight graze...nothing a few stitches could not handle.
The other wounds were just the normal scrapes and small gashes
on his legs. Brendyn looked at them as normal battle wounds
that would heal in time so he did not make a big fuss about
them...

Malcus
 
"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?"


"Aye sir, I am clear on your orders," Brendyn replied.
Stepping back to allow Malcus to attend to other duties if he
needed to, then turned to look at Titus who was standing next
to Malcus. Titus bowed to Malcus and motioned for Brendyn to
follow him to the medicus quarters.

Titus was quiet and did not say much to Brendyn on their way
to the infirmary. Upon arriving, there were greeted by one
very busy medic...the place was busy with injured soldiers and
those in command. Titus addressed the medic, while indicating
Brendyn with a nod of his head, "Commander Barbattus wanted
him tended to before he get into his duties.''

The medic led the young man over to the nearby bed, and took
time to look at Brendyn's more noticable wounds. The one on
his arm looked to be a stitcher. Carefully, he removed
Brendyn's armor and tunic to check the other under his arm.
Not so good, but treatable. Light duty perhaps. But then the
medic looked at Titus with some concern, then back at Brendyn
noticing the soldier did not have a heavy cloak on. "Soldier,
how long has it been sice you were without a heavy cloak to
protect you from cold?"

"Since last night when I tended to an injured knight. His arm
was broken and I had no cloth to wrap and stablize the arm
in...so I used my cloak...'' Brendyn explained. He did not
feel ill, but only just chilled a bit as though his body was
use to it.

The medic looked at Titus, "Well, I will tend to his wounds,
but the one under his arm will not allow him riggorus duties
until it is healed. I would suggest light guard duty. It will
be about an hour for me to stitch the arm wound and clean the
others. I will administer some hot medicinal teas to warm up
his body temprature." Titus looked from Brendyn to the medic
and back, "Very well, I will inform Commander Malcus of this."
Titus turned to leave and report to Malcus, and Brendyn
watched him go.

The leg wounds were not severe, so he cleaned them out with
heated herbal water, and bandaged them lightly with clean
cloths. Taking a blanket, the medic drapped Brendyn's lower
body in them while he tended to the wounds on his left side,
"Son, this may sting a bit as these wounds need a through
cleaning...They will need to be stitched, and wrapped,
especially the one under your arm. As I told Titus, you can
report to Malcus, but light duty for a bit.'' The medic raised
Brendyn's left arm a bit, and began to clean the wound. The
young man winced slightly. As the medic worked, Brendyn looked
about the room at the other injured that were filing in. All
of the medics were busy, and this one was no excpetion.
Brendyn winced again as the man pulled the first stitch
through, then another and another. He was amazed at how
efficient Medics could work, and with such efficiency too.
The medic motioned for an aid to move, and fetch Brendyn a new
cloak while he finished wrapping the wound with clean cloth...

When he was done, the medic moved off to make the first herbal
tea drink to warm Brendyn up. When he returned, he handed the
mug to Brendyn which the young man took greatfully. The tea
naturally tasted aweful, but the young man could feel himself
warming up bit by bit. Having finished, Brendyn handed the mug
to the medic who responded, "I will wait five minutes then
come back with the second dose."

"Second?"

"Aye the second, young man. now just lie there and let the
medicine work. I will be back." The medic hurried off to see
to another patient leaving Brendyn with the sounds of moans
and groans of pain. To take his mind off of it, Brendyn began
to gauge how long an hour would be before he could report to
Malcus. He wanted to feel useful rather than detained...
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Author: Darya
Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:24 am
Neeve


Neeve relaxed a bit when she saw and felt that the small group
of people around her more or less agreed to move to and into a
building. The infirmary was the first one coming to mind.
After all, there was at least one injured person, one sick and
one shocked person among them. The cold and rainy courtyard
was no place for them at all. Only when the healer was sure
that everyone was slowly starting to walk, she cast one last
glance back into the courtyard...and then followed the small
group...

The raven-haired noticed Linnesse reaching out with her free
hand, and she hurried forward to walk by the blonde’s side to
once again support her patient. She gently held Linnesse’s arm
and tried to control the pace of their moving to make sure it
would not overstrain the other woman...nor Dagonet for that
matter.

When Bors approached them to address Dagonet, Neeve gave the
burly knight a slight nod in greeting but was not exactly
willing to waste much more time out in the rain. And by God,
she even wished she’d know what to say right now...but no
proper words came to mind. She wanted to tell Linnette how
much she could relate to her...and she wanted to tell her old
friend Dagonet how sorry she was for his loss. Yet the Briton
had never been a woman of many words...let alone showing
emotions in the open...and so she once more remained silent...
Perhaps she would get the chance to have a word with everyone
in private...eventually... Who knew who else was seriously
injured and would need help? Neeve had the nagging feeling,
that Dagonet was not the only man who had returned injured...

Then they reached the small steps that lead up to the
infirmary door...
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 12:07 pm

Arthur


The Commander chose to ignore Lancelot’s words of caution in
regards to his plan to ride out within the hour. Arthur
refused to believe that his life was of any consequence
here….not in the greater scheme of things. He had to ensure
the safety of all who inhabited Badon Keep, thus he must flush
out Merlin and make a new pact with the Woad leader…no more
attacks.

Lancelot
 
"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."


Despite his weakened physical state and cloudy mind, Arthur
briefly cut his eyes sharply at Lancelot. He could do without
his lieutenant’s sarcasm right now. But his gaze held no real
anger at the other man. Arthur understood Lancelot’s
antagonism towards the captive, but the Commander could locate
Merlin quickly with the girl’s help as she had promised. Then
her fate would be her own making as far as Arthur was
concerned as he would release her to Merlin as his part in the
bargain.

…..but first, Arthur needed a clean dressing on his would and
if time permitted, the thing stitched closed; if for no other
purpose than to quiet Lancelot’s protests.

Darya
 
“For what you must do?”


“I will not allow any further attacks,” Arthur simply stated
without turning to look at Darya, but gave her slender hand a
gentle squeeze as they continued to walk. Merlin had broken
his word and Arthur was determined to confront the Woad leader
and settle the matter before any further attacks were made. So
many lives have been lost….for what? Food? Supplies? Certainly
the Woads were not seeking shelter from the harsh
weather…..and the Romans held no Woads captive. What is it
that you seek, Merlin?

Darya
 
“How bad is it?”


Arthur assumed Darya asked about the attacks since that was
all that occupied the Commander’s thoughts at the moment. But
Lancelot quickly interjected an answer to his own
interpretation of Darya’s question…

Lancelot
 
"Ask your commander, here. He has a stick to the ribs.
He needs to see the healer. Now."


Arthur frowned at Lancelot, but could not readily argue as his
side conveniently throbbed in pain again. The Roman knew why
his second was so eager to see Arthur cared for….If I remain
alive, so shall Lancelot…. He then glanced over at Darya; eyes
softening as he met her obviously alarmed gaze. Certainly
Darya’s motives for wanting Arthur alive and well were quite
different than Lancelot’s. She had claimed to love the Roman
whereas the other only thought of his own survival under
Rome’s rule. Or perhaps Darya also saw her own salvation in
Arthur’s care…..I cannot think on this now. Not when the
safety of this fortress is threatened.

“Nothing….a few stitches will be all that I require,” He said
quietly and reassuringly as the three of them entered the main
structure that housed Arthur’s personal quarters. It was
nearly as cold inside as it had been out in the weather….and
Arthur visibly shivered as they made their way down the long
corridor. His hair was damp from the drizzling rain, his skin
pale from exhaustion and his own blood loss. The only part of
Arthur’s body that held heat was the wound in his side…it
burned now with renewed intensity.

The thick wooden doors marking the entrance to Arthur’s
private chamber came into view and were only a few paces in
front of him when it happened….

….he faltered and went down on one knee between Lancelot and
Darya. Arthur bent his head and squeezed his eyes shut against
the pain and nausea threatening to consume him.

“Lancelot…” Arthur whispered the knight’s name in a small plea
for help. His hand still held Darya’s which thankfully
steadied the Commander and kept him from completely collapsing
to the cold stone floor. However, he blindly reached for
Lancelot with the other.
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Author: Darya
Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 12:59 pm
Darya


No further attacks... The Roman’s words rang in Darya’s
ears...and yet she could not help the bad feeling that this
plan would not work out so easily. Merlin had broken the truce
once...without any obvious reason. By the Gods, she had asked
him herself...and what had been the reply? A physical attack.
The concerned frown on the woman’s brow deepened as she
remembered her confrontation with Guinevere and Merlin...
Should she tell Arthur and Lancelot that the Woad leader had
actually been inside the Fortress...? The old man himself?!
Unconsciously, her hand tightened slightly about Arthur’s...

Lancelot
 
"Ask your commander, here… He has a stick to the ribs.
He needs to see the healer. Now."


Arthur
 
“Nothing….a few stitches will be all that I require,”


The woman’s lips pressed into a thin line and she let her dark
gaze meet Lancelot’s for a moment. Even though she trusted
Arthur like no one else, something told her that the First
Knight probably was the better source for the true information
about the Commander’s state. Darya tried to read the answer in
Lancelot’s eyes... “Stitches...and a lot of rest...something
to eat and drink...”, she then said, addressing Arthur...but
still looking at her fellow Sarmatian as if expecting
confirmation for her words from him. “And that probably goes
for both of you...”, the dark-haired added after a small pause
and brought her free hand up to gently touch her lover’s upper
arm as they slowly walked on...

Then they reached the building that held their quarters and
the female Sarmatian took a deep breath, almost a sigh, once
they were inside. She blinked some drizzle away from her
eyelashes and briefly shook her head. Finally, they were out
of the rain. She was chilled to the bone but did not care
right now...

...and even less when they were just a few steps away from the
familiar door to Arthur’s rooms and the Roman suddenly
faltered by her side...and went down on one knee...
“Arthur...”, Darya gasped and her hand automatically grasped
the man’s even tighter to prevent him from falling even more.
She bent slightly and brought her free hand up to her lover’s
shoulder...trying to help him keeping – or regaining – his
balance.

Arthur
 
“Lancelot…”


To see Arthur so weak and obviously severly injured and
exhausted was breaking her heart...painfully. The dark-haired
shot a pleading glance at Lancelot when their Commander
reached out for him to aide him as well. “This will not be
done with just a few stitches...”, she whispered almost
desperately and scrutinized the Roman’s unhealthily pale face,
the lips that had a strange blueish colouring to them,
“...this is so much worse, is it not?” Lowering her gaze, she
waited for Lancelot to help them...ready to move and open the
door to Arthur’s room as soon as she was sure the First Knight
would support the fallen Commander...
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 1:01 pm
Derfel


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


Saoirse
 
"C'mon."


“Aye,” Derfel added to Neeve’s words and glanced over to
Saoirse to be sure the redhead was ready to move forward with
Dagonet after hearing her soft voice urge the tall knight to
take a step. Neeve was close should any of them require
additional help. And thus they began the slow walk to the
infirmary. Bors approached before the group had gotten far….

Bors
 
'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... 'I will be close if you need me, Dagonet....'


Dagonet
 
"I know, Bors. I know, my friend."


Derfel gave a nod to Bors, certain his words were a comfort to
Dagonet. He hoped that Bors himself would let a healer take a
closer look at his leg. Derfel thought to voice that concern,
but thought it better to just get Dag inside as quickly as
possible. Surely Vanora would take charge of her husband
anyways.

The knight glanced over to see Linnesse guiding her sister
along as well. Linnette looked completely shattered…and
rightly so….which broke Derfel’s heart all over again. But he
knew the strength Linnette possessed and prayed to the gods
she’d find peace.

Despite the constant drizzle of rain, despite the strain to
carry Dagonet’s added weight and despite the pain they all
carried in their hearts…..the group finally reached the
infirmary and Derfel, with Saoirse’s help, got Dagonet up the
steps and in through the front door without incident.

“Right over there, Dag…..I see an empty bed….this way, my
friend, you are doing fine,” Derfel encouraged the other man
and they slowly crossed the floor until they reached the
waiting bed.

"Neeve, he's got some stitches in his side that might need a
look...." Derfel called over to the healer as he waited to
help Dagonet to sit down.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 2:10 pm
Dagonet and Saoirse


Walking was really hard and painful... He was leaning heavly
on Derfel, he did not want to, but it was out of question to
walk by himself. He was too weak... Tall knight focused on the
task at head. He passed Bors without another word but looked
at him in this knowing look of his.

At the end of the long trek he was so tired that his eyes went
closed for a moment stopping to catch a breath... Saoirse's
hand came to the center of his chest and her worried eyes were
upon him instantly. Dagonet's gaze met hers and he slowly
nodded his head indicating that he was able to walk further.
The steps of infirmary were the worst! Rising his trembling,
weakened legs gave him so much trouble that he completely
intrusted his body to lean over Derfel.

Derfel
 
“Right over there, Dag…..I see an empty bed….this way,
my friend, you are doing fine,”


Again... infirmary bed awaited him... Just great! But this
time he was too weak to protest against it. He would give
anything for just resting now... to just lay down and forget
about everything.

They've reached the bed as Derfel started to speak to Neeve.

Derfel
 
"Neeve, he's got some stitches in his side that might
need a look...."


With Derfel's and Saoirse's help Dagonet was able to sit on
the bed. He thought that maybe he would be able to stay in
that position longer than few seconds, but his body was
trembling hard as sitting... jolts of pain spreading acros his
whole body.

"Dagonet, lie down..." whispered Saoirse her hands still
supporting his chest and back protectively.

Dagonet slowly looked in her face and once again closed his
eyes allowing his body to sink into the bed powerless. He felt
how Saoirse took of his boots and helped him to lay his long
legs upon the bed, then her hands returned to his face, to
both sides of it, holding it in her cold gentle palms. Dagonet
not dared to open his eyes.

He squeezed them shut... his heart breaking as his mind was
showing him images of Linnette's teary face.

Gods! He should do something more! He could not...
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 3:30 pm
Linnette and Linnesse


The infirmary again. Linnette entered along with the others,
but she hardly saw her surroundings, hardly seemed to notice
anything at all. Everything about her looked deflated; her
shoulders slumped, her head hung a little bit, her cheeks were
tearstained, and even her wet hair, plastered down by the
rain, added to the effect. Her eyes stared unresponsively
around her, taking in what there was to see, but with no
response, no reason to care any more. It hardly seemed
possible that only half an hour ago, at most, she had run
joyously from this very place in anticipation of seeing her
husband in the courtyard. The memory of that bubbling-over
happiness seemed to belong to another lifetime, to someone
else entirely. Surely she had never been that happy…surely she
never would be again.

Lacking reason to go anywhere else, she followed in the
others’ wake automatically, her feet moving forward without
any volition from her mind. Next to the bed Dagonet was being
helped to lie down on was an empty one, and Linnette sank down
on it with a sigh and a sniffle. In her hands, folded in her
lap before her, she still held Gedeon’s ring, turning it over
and over, rubbing its every surface, slipping it on and off
her fingers- a constant, low-level movement that contrasted
with the utterly drained stillness of the rest of her body.

Linnesse, detaching herself from Neeve’s side once again, went
to sit by her sister, snugging her arm around Linnette’s waist
and resting her head on her shoulder. Linnette turned her head
and gave her sister a faint- well, not quite smile, but just a
look of tired acknowledgement, then raised her head and looked
from Dagonet to Derfel.

“How did it happen?” she asked, her voice very low and
cracked, as if it had not been used for a long time. She could
feel another sob welling up again, and struggled to swallow it
down so that she could speak.

“Do…do you know?” If they had not found him, perhaps nobody
knew. But might that also indicate that he just might be
alive, after all? Linnette caught her breath and bit her
bottom lip nervously, awaiting the answer to her question. She
didn’t want to hope falsely…but if there was any scrap of true
hope left, how could she possibly give it up?











Tristan

The warmth and animal smells inside the stables were
comforting and homely, especially after coming in from the
rain and the disconcerting incident with the Woad prisoner.
That had been a situation far out of Tristan’s comfort zone-
but this, the interior of the stables, was solidly back in it.
He did have to stop himself, though, from turning his steps in
the direction of his old horse’s customary stall. That beast
wouldn’t be there anymore- he was gone.

But it was time that Tristan got a new one, the sooner the
better, especially if Arthur really did intend to ride out
again in an hour- which he damn well shouldn’t. But anyway,
Tristan wasn’t much of a knight without a horse. Adjusting his
direction, he spotted Mirtha, the stable manager, in one of
the rows just off the main aisle, accompanied, a bit
incongruously, by that tavern maid…Iola, or something like
that, was her name? No matter- it was Mirtha who Tristan
needed to see. He approached the two in his usual nearly
silent way, his eyes on them underneath his curtain of hair,
and waited to be noticed.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 4:06 pm
Lancelot


Lancelot turned to speak to Darya - he did not need stitches,
thank you - but suddenly something that Lancelot thought he'd
never see happened.

Arthur stumbled, and crashed to one knee.

Arthur
 
"Lancelot..."


Any sarcasm or anger that was left in the first knight fled
his mind the second he saw his closest friend ... and more ...
falter. He heard Darya gasp and say Arthur's name, and did not
hesitate when Arthur's hand flailed for his. He reached out
and gripped the Roman's hand, tightly, and knelt next to him.

Darya
 
“This will not be done with just a few stitches...this
is so much worse, is it not?”


"Do you think so?" Lancelot couldn't help the nasty snap that
tumbled out of his lips, but he was past caring what anyone
thought of him - not that he'd ever cared in the first place.
Darya would understand - she loved him, too.

Wait - love? Oh, Gods.

He slid an arm under Arthur's shoulders and lifted the other
man to his feet; despite Arthur being much larger and broader
than Lancelot, he hefted the commander like he was a small
sack of potatoes. He nodded his head at Darya. "The door,
mistress, if you please." His tone once again was short, but
he would waste no time. He had never seen Arthur do anything
like this, not in front of anyone. It was terrifying, truth be
told.

He waited until Darya opened the Roman's door, and shuffled
Arthur inside. He kicked it shut behind the three of them; he
knew Arthur would want privacy, the foolish oaf, and Lancelot
didn't want the other man to worry about it.

Luckily the large room was neat and organized as it always
was, and he got Arthur to the other man's bed rather quickly.
The gauzy curtains that allowed for privacy while sleeping
were tied back, the furs straightened and the linens properly
set. For once, Lancelot thanked the gods for Jols.

He sat Arthur down, and hunkered in front of him. "I'm getting
your armor off you, and then I'm calling for a healer. Do not
try to argue with me, or you will be dead faster than you can
say 'Lancelot.'"

The Sarmatian tried to hide his own surprise and fear, but he
knew he wasn't doing a good job of it. He began to unlace the
sides of Arthur's cuirass, cursing when his dirty fingers
wouldn't work fast enough. He felt blood from his wound flow
sluggishly down his arm again, but he didn't care. If he could
make his hands work, his arm would be fine.

Right now, he needed to get Arthur stablized.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 4:32 pm
Bors and Vanora


Dagonet
 
"I know, Bors.  I know, my friend."


He felt useless to his friend, but offered a slight smile
anyway. The rain and cold only added to his already morose
mood. Bors watched as they continued to lead his friend away
to the infirmary. He had thought to go with them, but he would
only be one more in the crowd. As Dagonet, Saoirse and the
rest disappeared into the infirmary, Bors just stood letting
the rain run over his bald head and over his already wet
clothes...

"Bors, you need to see a healer to have a check over on your
leg," Vanora appeared next to him wishing there was some way
to dispell the sudden darkness and depressing mode the fort
suddenly fell into. Taking Bors by the arm, Vanora led him
slowly toward the infirmary, and Bors did not protest. He was
too tired and exhausted to do that much. Looking around, he
wondered where the new fellow had gone...no doubt to the Roman
quarters of the fort to be tended to, and Adian? What had
become of him? With Gilly on one side and Vanora on the other,
they got to the infirmary with Bors in hand. They sat him down
on the empty bed near the door, and a nun approached them to
help Bors.

My fuckin' lucky day! I get a hooded healer who looks like
death....lovely... "Now Bors, be kind," Vanora chided him
noting his dower mood. "The healers are busy and..." She
stopped short and looked only a few beds away at a guard
standing next to a bed. Standing up from where she was, she
saw....

"Adian?"

Bors looked at her and tried to ignore the prodding the nun
was doing on his leg. Vanora looked back at him, "It's
Adian....I could swear it was....over there where the guard
is...."

They both looked at each other, then back to the bed
containing the one missing person.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 5:49 pm

Arthur


Arthur was aware of Darya’s grasp at his right shoulder…but
his whole world seemed to tumble into a deep fog even as he
desperately tried to focus again. Lancelot had also come to
his aid, gripping Arthur’s left hand. The Roman thanked God
that both were at his side…and that he had not succumbed to
his weaknesses while still out in the open courtyard. He had
lost far too much blood; his ‘prisoner’ had managed to
dislodge the bandages during the attack on the road and his
body had been continually seeping his own blood ever since.
And as a result, Arthur simply could no longer hide nor ignore
his injury.

Darya
 
“This will not be done with just a few stitches.....this
is so much worse, is it not?”


Lancelot
 
"Do you think so?


Arthur released a weary sigh as the two Sarmatians spoke to
one another. He thought to answer on his own behalf. But as
Lancelot wrapped an arm around his shoulders and lifted him,
it was all Arthur could do just to get back on his feet again.
And he had to release Darya’s fingers to press a hand over his
painfully aching side as his other hand still clung to
Lancelot. But for the few moments he had held both their hands
at once….it had given Arthur an almost surreal feeling….as if
being pulled in two directions, two loves and both paths led
to heartbreak.

I cannot do this now….please God give me…and them…peace.

Once inside the room Arthur’s vision wavered again, thus he
allowed Lancelot his way as the knight led him over to his
bed. He winced and sucked in a breath at the pain the movement
caused while sitting down.

Lancelot
 
"I'm getting your armor off you, and then I'm calling
for a healer. Do not try to argue with me, or you will
be dead faster than you can say 'Lancelot.'"


“Do not worry, my friend…I am not going to die,” Arthur
muttered, voice crackling with obvious pain as Lancelot began
to work at the ties of the Roman’s armour. He allowed his
suddenly heavy eyelids to briefly slide shut while Lancelot
continued on. And then his mind began to work again.....

“Darya, are you unwell?" Arthur asked as emerald eyes opened
and fell to his lover, both out of a hope in distracting
himself from his own pain and out of genuine concern. She
appeared far too pale for Arthur's liking and there seemed to
be a sadness in her eyes that had not been there when they'd
parted.
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Author: linnet
Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 8:05 pm

Gawain


Brianna’s sister still acted reluctant to tell Gawain whatever
she knew about his lover’s disappearance. He waited, feeling
the young Woad’s discomfort, until she saw fit to dole out a
little more information. He tried to think of a reason for Bri
to leave that made any sense, but couldn’t. Something must
have happened when he was gone, damn it, that drove her away.
If he just could have gotten back sooner, he might have been
in time to prevent it, or at least to convince her he’d not
let whatever it was happen again to her. When Fiona glanced
down and then looked right at him, he actually expected her to
confirm his scenario.

Fiona
 
"She didn't feel safe here behind the Roman walls…… “


That fit well with what he’d already figured out, and he
quickly interjected with concern, “What happened to her while
I was gone? Did someone harm her?” He’d promised her he’d keep
her safe at Badon, but he hadn’t been here when she needed his
protection.

Fiona
 
“And she thought that maybe you weren't... that you
weren't ready for a child."


The words were like a sharp slap to his face. He closed his
eyes and bit down hard on his bottom lip. Deep within he knew
it was true, but his reaction was almost pure anger, because
right now anger was able to blot out the guilt, and deflect
the responsibility. What the hell did Brianna mean by not
ready, he fumed inwardly. Whether he felt ready or not, he was
the child’s father – or at least that’s what she’d led him to
believe. He’d have provided for it, been good to it. He’d been
willing to do his best, to work at being a parent and a
life-mate. But apparently Brianna hadn’t been willing. How the
hell was raising his child without its father, among the
fucking Woads better? What gave her the right to decide if he
was ready or not without even giving him a chance?

Gawain realized he was getting himself worked up, and that he
wasn’t thinking clearly. He took a couple deep breaths to calm
down. Fiona looked sad, and he was at least relieved he hadn’t
verbalized his anger in front of her. She must be feeling
alone and out of place at the fort without her sister. Gawain
spoke softly to her. “I’ve got to talk to her, Fiona. How can
I get a message to her?” He’d thought Brianna had more courage
than to sneak away without even facing him. He knew that if he
could just see her, they could straighten things out.
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