| Welcome to Na The Past. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| April 2008 | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 5 2009, 10:37 PM (3,979 Views) | |
| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 12:34 AM Post #91 |
![]()
|
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.
"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..." |
![]() |
|
| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 12:35 AM Post #92 |
![]()
|
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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... |
![]() |
|
| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 12:48 AM Post #93 |
![]()
|
Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 6:55 am Merlin
"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
"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. |
![]() |
|
| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 12:49 AM Post #94 |
![]()
|
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. |
![]() |
|
| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 12:51 AM Post #95 |
![]()
|
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...
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...
"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... |
![]() |
|
| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 12:52 AM Post #96 |
![]()
|
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... |
![]() |
|
| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 12:54 AM Post #97 |
![]()
|
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.
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.
“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?
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…
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. |
![]() |
|
| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 12:56 AM Post #98 |
![]()
|
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...
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.
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... |
![]() |
|
| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 12:57 AM Post #99 |
![]()
|
Author: Elessars Girl Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 1:01 pm Derfel
“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….
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. |
![]() |
|
| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 12:58 AM Post #100 |
![]()
|
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.
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.
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... |
![]() |
|
| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 01:00 AM Post #101 |
![]()
|
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. |
![]() |
|
| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 01:02 AM Post #102 |
![]()
|
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.
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.
"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. |
![]() |
|
| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 01:03 AM Post #103 |
![]()
|
Author: lady ione Date: Mon Apr 07, 2008 4:32 pm Bors and Vanora
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. |
![]() |
|
| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 01:04 AM Post #104 |
![]()
|
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.
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.
“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. |
![]() |
|
| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 01:05 AM Post #105 |
![]()
|
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.
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.
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. |
![]() |
|
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · Vincit Omnia Veritas · Next Topic » |
| Theme: Zeta Original | Track Topic · E-mail Topic | 2:26 PM Jul 11 |







