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May 2008
Topic Started: Mar 18 2010, 02:23 AM (3,630 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Pinkie
Date: Wed May 14, 2008 1:37 pm
Eala


Eala wasn't so sure about taking Neeria's knife! She took it
and looked at it in her hand all confused. She shook her head
and attempted to hand it back to the older woman but in the
end she had just slipped it in under her tunic with the
littler of the knives. She tapped her leg and looked over at
the window to smile at Ash, letting him see that she was not
helpless in this. However, just as she got the smile spraed on
her lips the door opened again.

It was the other man back again -- the sight of him made Eala
defensive and she immediately crouched, flexing her little
fingers. There was pain down one arm ,the one that had been
dislocated, but she could use the limb alright -

Titrus had come back too - Eala didn't watch him though, she
kept her black eyes on Malcus.

He started to talk but Eala could only catch a word or two -
his face was directed to Neeria and he spoke too fast for her
in any case. Her upper lip pulled back in a snarl when she
recognised her Leader's name however - Merlin. Her eyes darted
to Neeria questionningly but the woman just threw her legs
over the side of the bed. A low, threatening noise bubbled in
Eala's throat and she shook her head viciously, gritting her
teeth as she pleaded with Neeria not to go with them. She was
about to put her hand onto the knives on her thigh but Neeria
took her arms, indicating for her to stay.

The little blonde blew out an exasperated breath as Neeria
walked over to the mean man. She shivered, backing away in
case they wanted to bring her too - she wasn't going with that
other man anywhere! She looked around Titrus as he approached
her, not looking at him at all. It was only when the door shut
did she turn the full effect of her too big, too dark eyes on
Titrus. She may not have been afraid of him, but she was not
quite to the stage of liking him either.

Her nose wrinkled a little and she shrugged her shoulders
defensively but did not move back at all.

Titrus
 
“You must trust me. I have to take you back to the other
place – that is my order. But I will go with you. Do you
understand?”


Trust him?!

Eala watched his lips, her face losing some of it's anger as
she focussed on his words, on understanding what he was
saying. It wasn't often that people took the time to speak
slowly to her, pointedly moving their lips so that she imght
understand what they wanted. And the other place? Was that the
cells?!

Eala's breath became hitched, her lips parted and she shook
her head vehemently, nostrils flaring.

Then something very strange happened...

Titrus reached inside his cloak and pulled out a dead baby!
Eala's initial reaction was horror and anger, but slowly it
died to mere curiosity as she realised it was just ...
something else. It was like a baby but it was made of wood and
cloth. The girl cocked her head to the side, missing what
Titrus said as she reached out to take the doll by the
shoulder, tentatively, making a puzzled face -

Titrus
 
"She is your friend and will keep you company. We have
to leave, now,”


Friend? A friend...

Eala wasn't sure what the hell was going on with this dead
baby trick but she wasn't falling for it. She held the doll at
a distance from her body, pinched at the shoulder awkwardly,
looking quizically at Titrus. If anything it had been a good
means to distract her before delivering the blow that she was
going back to the cell now. The ten-year-old looked at the
doll and then at Titrus as he went to the door. She panicked.
Flinging the doll onto the ground, Eala rushed to the window,
banging on it and shouting incoherent noises. She was trying
to get Ash's attention of course, but she also knew it would
be a bad thing if the man did appear because Titrus was still
there.

Whirling around, Eala looked side to side and then dashed
towards the bed, scampering in under the covers before falling
off the far side and then promptly crawled beneath the bed,
blanket pulled over her head and her black eyes peering out at
Titrus' boots.









Drake

The good humour she had displayed only moments ago seemed to
vanish with his words. Drake saw her shoulders sag and could
sense the seams begin to fray around her again. The sadness
coming back, the bitter mourning rearing it's head again. He
continued to drip the water down her hand though, knowing that
bit of dirt had to come out or it would end up infected and
she would wind up with a scar like the one on his shoulder.
That would never do - not on hands so fine as hers.

Linnette
 
"Don't worry about it. It was a stupid thing for me to
do,"


The Spaniard did not make a reply to this. He sat back on his
heels uselessly when she took the cloth from him and continued
what he had started. He flexed his wet fingers into his
wounded palm and watched her pale hands at work, watching as
she endured more pain to get that bit of dirt out. His
eyebrows raised and he glanced up at her when she made a
comment about it being stupid to pummel a stone wall. He could
have made an obvious statement about it being more than
stupid, but instead he just nodded his head, stroking his jaw
momentarily.

She finished one hand and turned the other one over. Drake
sensed that this was worse than the other and watched
carefully as she turned the hand over. Without thought he sat
forward on his knees again, taking her left hand in his
gently, plucking the cloth from her fingers and plopping it
into the water bowl. His brow was furrowed as he turned the
hand carefully, looking at it from different angles.

"I've done worse for less." he added dryly, distracted as he
traced one index finger over her skin at the wrist. At her
reaction his eyebrows shot up and he looked at her eye to eye.
Then Drake grimaced, gesturing with his bandaged hand to her
left hand, his other hand beneath hers, holding it up a
little. "That's not good." he pointed to the swelling. "I only
know field fixtures - it's a crude kind of healing considering
what you would get at the infirmary..." he said with a nod of
his head backwards in the direction of the infirmary.
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golden_trillium

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Author: Lancelot
Date: Wed May 14, 2008 2:41 pm
Lancelot


The first knight slumped further down in his chair; he was
beyond caring at this point. All he could see was the nasty
Optio's face, Barbattus' relaxed, comfortable with himself
demeanor and Arthur's too trusting eyes as the commander gave
out his orders.

Arthur
 
“Malcus, you will accompany Optio Scipio. Your previous
experiences with Merlin will be useful. The two of you
will take the girl after I have spoken with her."


Send the fool - wait, what?

Arthur was also sending Barbattus? Lancelot sat up straighter,
frown etching itself into his sharp features surely as if it
had been born there. He wore the expression too often lately -
his bed had been cold, his stomach empty, and his heart too
dark -

but fuck that. He sighed quietly and removed the small dirk
that he kept in his boot, and began playing with the thing as
the others said their peace.

Malcus
 
“Ah, yes my dark friend, but unbeknownst to her, I bite
back...Oy, commander."


Lancelot watched Barbattus leave the room with eyes narrowed
to slits - his slender fingers catching his chin after he
resheathed his blade. He regarded the Optio - wondering how
the other man would react to Arthur's orders.

Amadeus
 
"What is my task once I do engage Merlin, Commander?"


Lancelot's eyes widened; he'd imagined the Optio would be
rather peeved at having to take one of Arthur's "comrades"
with him on this fool's errand. But...could it be possible
that Lancelot had the man pegged wrong? Could he actually be
sincerely feeling....

But then Lancelot remembered the look that Scipio had given
him when the Sarmatian had, like an idiot, launched himself at
the other man. The big nosed bastard had been full of smug,
satisfied airs.

One day I will touch him - and one of us will end up dead. I
swear it.

Lancelot canted his gaze to Arthur and waited to see how the
commander would respond to the Optio's calm words. Letting his
lids droop a bit, a small wave of dizziness passed over the
first knight and he pinched at the inside of his uninjured
bicep in order to remain conscious. He'd be heading to the
baths the second Arthur dismissed him - provided the Roman had
taken care of himself first.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed May 14, 2008 3:24 pm
Linnette


Drake
 
"I've done worse for less. That's not good. I only know
field fixtures- it's a crude kind of healing considering
what you would get at the infirmary..."


Still looking down at her left hand with a kind of morbid
fascination, Linnette poked gently, very gently, at the tender
swelling on the back of it, gritting her teeth at the pain
that even that touch caused. Broken...maybe. But probably not.
She could still use the hand. She lifted it from Drake's and
curled the fingers in experimentally, wincing as she did so;
it hurt, but it was quite possible. And the thought of going
all the way over to the infirmary now, for what amounted to a
scrap of bandage, not to mention having to explain what had
happened and how she had come by this injury anyway- that was
not an appealing prospect at all. She shrugged and offered the
hand back to Drake, setting it back on his; he had very, very
tough, thick callouses, she noticed.

"I don't want a fuss- do what you can and I'll have Linnesse
look at it later." She met Drake's eyes again, her mouth
twisted to one side with a combination of discontent, an
effort to hold on to the pain, and a pleading for him not to
insist on going to the infirmary. Going there would only delay
her in the rest of the things she had to do today. It wouldn't
serve any purpose- she'd rather just get on with things.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Wed May 14, 2008 7:58 pm

Arthur


Arthur briefly noted Malcus’ exit with a curt nod at his
friend as the man left to retrieve the prisoner as ordered.
And movement in his peripheral vision drew Arthur’s
attention…he slightly turned his head towards Lancelot to
catch his lieutenant ‘casually’ fingering a small blade and
then re-sheathing it; expression drawn and most decidedly
sour. He would see to Lancelot once everything was settled
with Amadeus and Malcus.

Scrubbing a hand over his darkening beard, Arthur finally
stood from his perch on the table to face Amadeus as the Optio
politely inquired about his assignment.

Amadeus
 
"What is my task once I do engage Merlin, Commander?"


The Commander’s side burned with the movement and Arthur had
to once again place a firm hand over his stitches. He silently
prayed to God that Neeve’s expert work had held up under the
morning’s activities…Lancelot’s foolish actions.. Arthur’s
head throbbed and his stomach cramped, yet he met Amadeus’
grey eyes with a placid green gaze….concealing his true
weakened condition was rapidly becoming difficult.

“First, inform him of my regret for not riding out to meet the
Woad leader personally. However, he need not know the reason,”
Arthur said, making it clear that Merlin was not to be
informed of the Commander’s injury. And Arthur also assumed
Scipio would not need a lecture on diplomacy if he truly had
experience in negotiations, thus the Commander got straight to
the point.

“Inform him that you have come on my behalf and that I must
know the meaning of the breaking of his oath to keep peace
between us,” Arthur continued, one hand planted on his left
hip while the other remained carefully pressed over his
injured side.

“Discover his purpose; make a new treaty for peace. And if
need be, you may offer that I will meet with Merlin personally
tomorrow at mid day if he refuses to discuss his terms with
you,” Arthur dictated exactly what he required of Amadeus on
this crucial errand in which the Optio was to act as the
Commander’s emissary. Arthur deeply regretted his inability to
seek out Merlin personally….and nearly changed his mind as he
held Scipio’s steady gaze, but his side twinged again with a
nagging reminder of his vulnerable condition. He briefly
canted his eyes over at Lancelot where the dark knight
continued to occupy a chair….he had been far too quiet during
this little discussion. And that had Arthur both suspicious
and concerned.
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Author: Ranchera
Date: Wed May 14, 2008 9:26 pm
Connell


Mona
 
"Mmmm, that was delicious. I feel better already. Maybe
your suggestion of eating wasn't such a bad one after
all, healer."


Connell barely glanced at her, preoccupied with what they had
to do once they received the signal to enter the fort. Had
Neeria been found? He made himself finish his meager, coarse
bread.

How is Neeria? Is she alive?

He felt something brush against his leg, like a faithful dog
letting his presence be known.

Mona
 
"What is it about Neeria that drives you so, Connell?
Why would you risk your life for a woad?"


Gack! Mona's big eyes gazed heavily into his, and then she
looked beyond him.

Mona
 
"What happened?"


Connell was quick to his feet, practically flinging Mona back
from him as she scrambled to standing. "Lady! Are you hurt?"
he inquired, careful not to let his voice rise like Mona's,
lest they attract the attention of the guards on the ramparts.
A woman's scream would surely draw them.

"Let's be sure we're out of view. Come and I will help you,"
Connell said, moving forward to catch hold of Guinevere.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Wed May 14, 2008 11:56 pm
Cassidy & Fleur


Catherine
 
"You look beautiful now."


Fleur beamed when Catherine praised her. The green dress hung
a bit loosely on her tiny frame, which meant she had some room
to grow into it yet. She ran her little hands over the
material of her skirt, marveling at the soft texture on it. It
was much warmer than her make-do dress, and prettier than her
old blue one. Fleur hadn't even an inkling of knowledge when
she turned to show-off her dress to her sister that Cassidy
was fuming, until the older girl angrily exclaimed at
Catherine.

Catherine
 
"Hmmph! Whose helping? These dresses have been sitting
in my clothes trunk at home for years. I don't need them
and they are much too good to throw away. Don't you
think Fleur?"


A bewildered Fleur glanced between her sister and Catherine,
unconsciously nodding at the whore's inquiry of her. Cassidy
snorted in disbelief at the woman's retort, folding her arms
defensively over her chest. There was a small part of her that
terribly regretted ruining the purple dress and snapping at
Catherine, but apology was not in her nature. The hurt that
coursed throughout her body seemed to be grounds for the
immediate dismissal of others because Cassidy couldn't make
sense of it, couldn't control it, couldn't express it in a
more civil and coherent manner. She was just so angry, and
nobody seemed to be listening.

Catherine
 
"I can't stay right now to talk about this. You girls
are big enough to look after yourselves now anyways.
Perhaps you can think about the dress while I'm gone?
You don't have to keep it - certainly not if you don't
want it. Ok?"


Catherine looked to offer Fleur back to her sister, but the
little girl vehemently shook her head and stuck to the blonde
whore like glue.

"I don't wan' you to go!" Fleur pouted, tearful blue eyes
peering up at the woman. She half-turned away from Catherine
and pointed an accusing finger at her older sister. "Sissy
makes everyone go away! Nobody likes us, an' it's Sissy's
fault!"

The older blonde physically flinched at her sister's harsh
declaration, but she said nothing. She turned her face away,
tentatively biting the inside of her cheek until she drew
blood, just trying to keep herself from breaking down and
crying. This wasn't what she wanted - she didn't want her
sister to hate her, she didn't want to drive people away.
People just seemed to go away, to be distant even if they were
standing right before her. Even now Catherine wanted to leave,
and the twelve year old could hardly blame her.









Ash

Ash was suffering. Lack of sleep and food he could withstand
for a time. As a warrior, he had always tried to train himself
to overcome such measly obstacles should an occasion arise
where he'd be forced to go without, like now. His real dilemma
lied with the side wound he had sustained last battle. To his
knowledge, it was not bleeding, but he found himself to be
much more limited in his movements then he had earlier
anticipated. This complicated matters, but he was not about to
risk his comrades lives over his own, especially not Eala's.
He had involved himself more than he ever should've - he felt
responsible for her.

For a moment when her fingers had touched the window that
separated them, Ash's focus had slipped, his gaze intently
upon the child-sized digits. It reminded him that Eala
suffered, too - she had sacrificed more - and his pain was
asinine in comparison. He released a heavy sigh and lifted his
gaze to watch her awkward pantomime. He tried his best to
decipher her meaning through the streaky, dirty window, when
suddenly the door was thrown open behind her little form. Ash
had no choice but to duck from sight, slumping miserably
against the wall under the window, as he waited.

A few short minutes later, he heard the panicked movements of
Eala's small hand against the window, and her muffled
incoherent shouts. Alarmed, Ash whipped around, endangering
his cover by peering through the window, but at this point he
didn't care. He narrowed his dark eyes, using only a fraction
of the window to look through. From what he could tell, Neeria
was gone. At first glance, Ash had thought Eala was, too,
until he noticed a small lump stuffed under the covers of the
bed, and a set of black eyes suspiciously peering out from
under them. Ash grit his teeth, a savage growl very nearly
ripping from his chest, his eyes deadly, as he warily watched
the dark-haired soldier's movements.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Thu May 15, 2008 2:10 am
Dagonet


Dagonet was offered with a simple gesture of a gentle smile
from Derfel. But he, himself could not smile back. As they
were returning to Badon he felt better.... he felt that he
could stay strong, but broken face of Linnette broke his heart
also. It haunted him.... Because he knew he couldn't leave the
infirmary, go to her and just be of any help.... Just be
there. It felt so bad. Life didn't have the light anymore.
Saoirse was his light, but it was still too soon to realise it
and to grasp his chance.... To forget about the pain in him.

Derfel
 
“She seems to be holdin’ up. We saw to her just a bit
ago…seems Arthur had called for her…but I’ll be sure
she’s looked after,”


The tall knight closed his eyes briefly in pained
expression...Holding up.... Gods! How it came to this? Why he
could not be there for her? Why? He nodded slowly his head at
Derfel's answer and looked at him.

"Thank you" he whispered and corners of his mouth twitch only
in weak attempt of too early smile... it did not come out.
What could he say? If not for Derfel he would be lost... there
on the battlefield with Gawain also, and now... so helplessly
laying injured.

Lucius
 
"My deepest sympathy for what happened to your son."


Dagonet's eyes went to Lucius and just looked at the man for a
moment. Tears threatening to fall... Only mere word son was so
much painful. After swallowing roughly he nodded his head. It
was so painful and it will be probably till the end of his
days. To loose a son and never find him is the worst thing....
Being refused to see his joy of being a father, as Dagonet
himself always wanted to be.... being refused to even bury his
son and offer him to the gods. Life had no breathing air for
him, only pain.

Derfel
 
“Don’t see her, Dag,”


Don't see her.... Where was she? Dagonet looked weakly himself
around, but could not see much from his position. He needed
her hands to sooth away pain from his face, for a moment.

Lucius
 
"Shall I go and find her?"


Derfel
 
“If ya wouldn’t mind, Lucius, I’m sure she’s ‘round here
close, She’s a lovely young red head if you haven’t met
her yet,”


Dagonet looked at the Lucius as he asked if he could help....
It must be awkward for a man to stand beside two friends, that
shared a pain bond.... One so seemingly broken both in body
and mind. It must be strange for Lucius and Dagonet was sure
of it.

"I would be greatful..." he said sincerely.

Derfel
 
“Was she not here whey you woke up?”


Dagonet shook his head once wordlessly. She was with him
before, but now as he oppened his eyes there was Derfel and
this Lucius, not Saoirse. He wanted to say that he woke up
just before they came to the infirmary, but somebody's else
voice caught his attention....

Bors
 
"Dag! Ow's it goin'?"


Bors made his loud approach as always. Dagonet had not spoted
him before as he walked in, but only when his friend started
to shout his greeting, the tall knight's head turned to see
his long time friend approaching. Dagonet knew that Bors was
not a type of man, who is affected by death.... he had seen
too much. At first years death moved Bors greatly, but year
after a year as many has died Bors stopped to feel it...
stopped being overwhelmed by it. He just blocked those
emotions... Maybe it was better. Dagonet learnt the other
way.... compasion and every death broke him deeply.
But this... this situation was far more worse. It was his
son... Gedeon who searched for his father for a long time, and
as he finally got a little happiness in his life, Linnette and
founding of a family... he was taken by the death. This was
not fair.

Dagonet looked at Bors and almost smiled at the man as he came
close. The positive energy that his friend had was one of the
little things that made him feel warm inside and Bors always
knew how to bring smile upon his face.

"Bors..." he greeted the man and watched his friend taking a
sit on his bed opositive to where Derfel sat.

But once the older knight sat Dagonet saw the wince upon his
face and frowned. Bors had a leg injury..... and his own
friend could not take care of it.... it was Bors instead to
stitch him in that cart as they traveled home.

"I am fine..." he said, it was better not to keep worrying his
friend further. Dagonet always choose to be strong in front of
him... always showed his strenght instead of weakness... in
front of everybody... Broken heart broke his will to be
strong, but he had to try to be strong again. He frowned at
his friend and shook his head. "But your leg is not." he said
straightforward. "Did anybody look at it after we came back?"
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Author: Kay
Date: Thu May 15, 2008 2:26 am
Guinevere


Mona
 
"What happened?"


Guinevere was still too angry to speak. She merely stood with
her fists clenched with suppressed rage.

Connell
 
"Lady! Are you hurt? Let's be sure we're out of view.
Come and I will help you,"


"It's okay" she finally managed, as the healer moved foward to
touch her. "It's not my blood"

She crossed over to the old log she had sat upon earlier and
slumped down, still fighting against the urge to vent her
anger; right now she really wanted to hit something, or
someone. Her gaze fell upon Mona; stupid girl, screaming like
that; it was a wonder the Romans weren't already upon them.
The Woad princess took out a small dagger from her boot and
slammed it into the wood, feeling the tension ease a little
from her body.

"Mona" she said; her voice now eerily calm. "If you cannot
control your outbursts, we will leave you here. Raising your
voice like that could put us all in peril; the fortress is not
so far away"

She pulled her blade from the log and tested the edge against
her thumb; blood immediately sprang from the small cut it had
made; satisfied she had not dulled the blade, she slid the
knife back into it's hiding place.

"The guards were drunk" she said. "One of them thought he
could insult me; he was wrong. He is now dead, and the others
are bound and gagged, awaiting our return. I expect that my
father will order their execution."

She took a piece of bread from the provision store and began
to eat. When she was finished she stood and began to gather
her things.

"We will have to go on as we are" she said, shouldering her
pack and striding onwards, leaving the others to catch her up.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Thu May 15, 2008 3:30 am

Evana


Oh yes! She was aware that the man was in a lot of pain. Those
kinds of wounds were nasty. And Evana was expirinced in
healing... She saw many of them upon men before. This fortress
infirmary was always full of men needing help.

Brendyn
 
'...name..is Brendyn....'


"Mhm..." she murmured only as she worked on the task at hand.

This was not the time for talking, she had to get things done.
Even so she looked up briefly to meet his eyes and smiled
slightly.

"New to the place?" she asked and winked at him. "I'm Evana
and you probably see me more often than you think."

The man groaned couple of times as she worked... It must have
hurt, but she could do nothing for him now... She had no tea
and it was waste of time to do it now... The wound must be
taken care before anything.

Brendyn
 
'What does it look like,


She smiled again.

"Not good... but I will fix you up in no time, Brendyn"

Brendyn
 
"I understand,"


Evana nodded silently searching for the right thing to do it.
She took the clean blade from the table... a basin, some clean
cloth and moved back to the man. She kneeled before him
preparing the things.

Brendyn
 
'You have been very kind, Sister,'


"I'm a healer.... you need help, so I am here." she stated
simply and reached to put her hand over his hip and pushed
slightly. "Lay down... it will be easier that way."

As he done as was he told Evana took the blade and put the
basin under his arm. She worked quickly and soon reopened the
wound, blood going down to the basin. She put a hand over the
man's forehead knowing it probably hurted him much.. very
much.

"I'll give you something for the pain in a secound. Just lay
here..."

She moved away and went quickly to the storeroom for something
for a the pain. Returned also fast and pured some medicine
into the cup beside him, castin a look at the wound and basin.
The blood was runing slowly. As she put a mug to man's lips
and her other hand went behind his head to help him drink
Evana was still looking at the wound. No complications thus
far. She took the needle and clean cloth... Cleaned edges of
the wound and geting sure that it was alright to sew she
looked at the man.

"The thing I gave you might daze you a little, but don't worry
it will dull the pain in a moment."

She started to work on the wound with her skillful hands and
soon she was done and wrapped the bandage over the man's arm.
As she was done, Evana put his arm to lay beside his body and
smiled at him.

"Done..." she annonced happily. "How does it feel?"








Mirtha

Mirtha sat there glancing over at Vanora as she murmured
something.... but he had not heard her as she moved to her
children. Mirtha shook his head and looked at his plate...
Started to eat slowly his mind somewhere else. He thouhgt of
what happened the night before and was annoyed by mere thought
that he could do something bad or wrong to Ione. He was
drunk... And being drunk was the time when his mind blocked
his memories.... or rather everything blocked his mind. He did
not control himself then...

Did he rape her?

Where could he find her to apologize her?

Apologize... Was it enought? What happened then?
His head hurted... Fucking mornings...! He hated them!

Vanora
 
Something bothering you, Mirtha?'


There appeared a mug before him and Mirtha frowned slightly as
Vanora's voice broke his thoughts and he looked from the mug
to the woman.

"Aye.... But it's nothing for you to worry." he admitted and
shook his head, but slowly pushing the mug of ale towards
Vanora. "I can't even look at it, and if I take a seep of it I
am sure, I'll vomit." he said seriously, but with a twitch of
corners of his mouth. "I have a powerfull headache Vanora"

Vanora
 
"No problem, Mirtha...now eat..please.' "Sorry, I have a
fight to break up..."


Mirtha smiled a little more and nodded his head taking bite of
something on his plate. Then a scream turned his attention....
Children. He watched for a moment as Vanora came to her
children and started to break the two of them fighting with
each other. In his case... as he was fighting with his younger
sisters.... and it came to those fights often as he was 10 or
12 back then... his mother only laughed and then screamed at
him that his sister has bloodied face.

It was an ill approach to children he now gathered.

Mirtha smiled to his memories a little before shaking his head
in one more thought coming to his mind. A little darker
one.... He did not miss his family... he did not miss those
times. It was better here. He looked down at his tatoo on his
wrist and shook his head.

Wind...

No family...

No connections...

Maybe it was the time to leave the place....

He shook his head to his own thoguhts. Leaving would led him
back home and he did not want it. He finished his food and
left some coin and the table for Vanora... she will need it
more than him right now. No more drinks for him untill he
speak with Ione.

Mirtha left the tavern and headed to Ione's shop... He wanted
to sepak with her... But before he reached her doors he saw
her going somwhere down the path..

"Ione!" he shouted after her to make her stop and notice
him... some people turning to look at him. He paid them no
attention but rushed to reach Ione.
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Thu May 15, 2008 5:43 am
Bors


Dagonet
 
"I am fine..."


Bors threw his friend an understanding, if slightly
disbelieving smile as he spoke. In his own gruff way his heart
was breaking too, if not for the loss of Gedeon, who of course
Bors had liked and respected, then for the loss of something
that was precious to Dagonet. Bors might act tough and brash,
but deep down he felt things, even if he would not admit it to
himself. Only Dag had ever caught a glimpse of the man beneath
the facade, and even then not recently. The years of battle
and fighting for the Romans had taken their toll, leaving Bors
hardened and not a little sour. He put on a front, swearing
and bawling and pretending not to care, because it was the
only way he knew how to cope.

Dagonet
 
"But your leg is not. Did anybody look at it after we
came back?"


Bors shrugged, glancing down at the offending limb.

"Yeah I 'ad it seen to," he replied shortly, "but I reckon
there's sumfink in it. It 'urt's like 'ell."

He would only admit this to Dagonet, because he knew Dagonet
wouldn't fuss needlessly like Vanora would. But subconsciously
he also knew that his friend would make him get someone to
look at it, however much he protested, and Bors knew that it
needed to be done. He glanced at Derfel, then up sideways at
Lucius. If they had not been there perhaps he would have
spoken more freely to Dag about Gedeon, about the loss and the
pain, but not in front of others. Instead he gave his friend a
steady look, eyes which had seen so much suffering sending a
silent message of understanding.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu May 15, 2008 8:24 am

Brendyn


The nun worked with all of the skill of someone blessed with
the talent to soothe and heal at the same time. Surely, this
nun was a gift from God...the kind that when others turned
their backs in times of need, she would be the one He sent.
Brendyn winced a bit asshe worked gently, though the pain was
still there. Having befriended a medicus at Aesica, the man
had taught Brendyn some things that were useful after battles,
but his first love was being a lancearii, and protecting those
who deserved it....with the exception of the enemy. The young
soldier bit his lower lip as she went on with her task...

Evana
 
"Mhm..." "New to the place?" "I'm Evana and you probably
see me more often than you think."


'Evana...lovely name. It is an honour to meet you, Sister...'
Brendyn gave her a warm smile while covering up the grimace he
made as she poked on a tender spot. 'I...am new here. I am a
transfer from Aesica." Had she winked at him? Gods, if he had
not known better, Evana reminded him of his aunt back in
Brittany... 'I hope you'll not be seeing me too much...at
least to the point of thinking that I live here in the
infirmary...' Evana had a warm smile that could soothe
anyone's nerves. Brendyn left out a groan as she searched for
the area of the infection as he knew some infections had a
starting point, but he wanted only a slight sedative. He was a
trained soldier, and to be put totally under would make him
look weak. Evana smiled again at him...

Evana
 
"Not good... but I will fix you up in no time, Brendyn"


Brendyn had no doubt of the fact that with Evana's skills,
he'd not have to worry about infections or his stitches
popping...that he blamed on the last medicus who had been in
such a hurry he had not made time to check everything nor
stitch the wound well. Attentive eyes watched the nun as she
went off to retrieve the basin, and other tools she'd need,
then she came back and prepared to do what she had to do. He
said nothing as she knelt next to him and placed the basin
under his wound. He had been stabbed several times, but the
quick percise inscision she had done to the wound bloody hurt!
Brendyn tensed, but the firm hand on his forehead kept him
from moving any more than was necessary. He again bit his
lower lip as the pain slowly eased as the infected area
drained into the basin...

Evana
 
"I'll give you something for the pain in a second. Just
lay here..." "The thing I gave you might daze you a
little, but don't worry it will dull the pain in a
moment."


As the wound finished draining, Evana had gone off to fetch a
mug of some sort of herbal painkiller, and when she returned,
Evana helped him sit up a bit to drink the nasty tasting
stuff. Brendyn coughed a bit, as she helped him lie back down
to finish her job. As promised, the herbal drink did make him
a bit dazed, but he was able to feel less of the pain. He was
not even aware that she had begun to clean the rest of the now
drained wound, and made ready to sew the wound back up. The
young man could only lie there and look up at the ceiling as
she sewed a row of stitches that he was sure would not come
undone. That finished, Evana then rewrapped the area...

Placing his arm next to his body, Brendyn watched her and
returned her smile. Never before had he met a nun who was
faced with such a bad task and yet faced it with an attitude
that was to be commended...

Evana
 
"Done..." "How does it feel?"


'100 times better than when I came in, ' Brendyn said. He felt
a bit tired from the pain killer, and found it hard to keep
his eyes open. 'I hope to tell Commander Castus of your fine
work when I see him...' Brendyn closed his eyes then reopened
them. 'I will remember you tonight at evening prayer for your
continued wisdom and skill...' Brendyn began to doze off a bit
evantually letting the lite herb induced sleep to take him.
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Author: Darya
Date: Thu May 15, 2008 9:20 am
Darya


Galahad
 
"Derfel's one of us now. He took it the same way the
rest of us did I suppose. Gedeon hit him hard though...
Linnette and Linnesse and all that ... Tristan... does
Dagonet know you're... does Linnette?"


Tristan
 
"Eh... No… You think..."


Darya nodded at Galahad’s words and felt a bit relieved that
Derfel was doing okay. After all – and even though he had
grown up in Britain – he was still of Saxon blood. And she
could only imagine how strange it must feel to fight one’s own
people. She did not know how she would react if she were
forced to kill her own kinsmen…and the female Sarmatian
definitely preferred to never ever make this experience…

But then the topic changed all for sudden…and Tristan’s new
horse, which had been Gedeon’s before, suddenly was the centre
of their attention. Darya knew that the scout would take good
care of the horse…but she could also see Galahad’s point here.
The woman tilted her head slightly and pursed her lips in
thought.

“Well, it would certainly be a nice gesture and a
demonstration of respect for Gedeon if the two would be
informed about…this…”, the dark-haired mused and briefly
rubbed her nose, “…you see, if…” Darya paused for a moment and
tried to come up with the best way to voice her thoughts. If
Arthur had died and she would suddenly see someone else ride
out on Casti’s back… The Sarmatian blinked. That would
be…strange…and wrong. Gods, she would probably get that person
off the white stallion’s back herself. But then…that was her
opinion. Perhaps Dagonet would be glad that his son’s horse
was in good and familiar hands again…maybe he’d even be proud.
After all, he knew Tristan well… As for Linnette… Darya was
not sure. She sighed. “It would only be fair to talk to them
about this…”, she then added and shrugged slightly, “…and
prevent everyone from possible unpleasant incidents should
they find out by chance and not approve… Don’t you think?” Her
dark gaze shifted from Tristan to Galahad, wondering if he
shared this opinion, and then back to the scout. This horse
will always be a reminder of Gedeon, the female added in
thought, and he has only just left this world…
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu May 15, 2008 10:22 am
Tristan


Darya
 
“Well, it would certainly be a nice gesture and a
demonstration of respect for Gedeon if the two would be
informed about…this…you see, if…it would only be fair to
talk to them about this…and prevent any possible
unpleasant incidents should they find out by chance and
not approve…don’t you think?”


"Mmmm..." Tristan made an uneasy, noncommital sound, his eyes
shifting from Darya, to Galahad- to whom she seemed to be
looking for support in her position- to the horse and back
again. A nice gesture? Maybe. But when did Tristan ever worry
about 'nice gestures'? Dagonet- he was no problem. Well, as
long as Saoirse was nowhere near. Tristan could casually make
some mention of the horse and the other knight, being a
knight, would understand, and that would be that. But to just
walk up to Linnette and tell her that he had appropriated her
late husband's mount? The idea, in his heart of hearts,
terrified him. Which was why he didn't even want to
contemplate it- wanted to deny that it was in any way
necessary or even desirable. He crossed his arms over his
chest and shook his head in mute denial.

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," he muttered, kicking
again at the loose gravel of the floor, as good a way as any
to avoid looking at the other two.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Thu May 15, 2008 1:05 pm
Titrus


“You’re doing it all wrong, Titrus! You’re frightening her!”

Titrus heard the soft voice of his late wife, Deeta, speaking
to him much like she did when she was alive and Titrus was
struggling with one of their daughters.

Titrus cringed at how he’d frightened (or angered, he wasn’t
quite sure) the woad child, not knowing what to do. Obviously,
the girl didn’t want to go back to the cells, but the
lieutenant was confused why the girl didn’t take to the doll.
He thought all little girls liked dolls. But this wild thing
was different. Watching in horror as the child banged on the
window, Titrus quickly took his hand off the doorknob so as
not to alert the guards outside.

“Are ya okay in there?” the guard yelled from the other side
of the door.

“Stand at ease! Everything’s fine...I’m fine!” the lieutenant
barked back.

Turning his attention back to the girl, the man sighed just as
the frightened child left the window and literally ran across
the room, scurried across the bed and slid underneath with a
dull thud. Slowly, Titrus made his way in her direction. He
got down on one knee and peeked under the sheet. Black eyes
stared at him without blinking. Titrus stared back.

“You have to come out from there. Now,” he said, slowly, so
she could read his lips. The little girl was shaking her head
furiously, either rage or terror flashing in her dark eyes.
Titrus wasn't sure if she would attack him or not. He hoped
she wouldn't. He really did not want to man-handle her.

“Good Lord,” the Roman said aloud. What the hell was he going
to do? He peered at the girl again and pulled his arm inward,
toward his body, trying to tell the girl he wanted her to come
to him.

The child sat there staring at him, not moving. Her mouth open
and eyes wide.

Disappointed that his effort at comforting and reassuring the
child actually made matters worse, Titrus picked up the doll,
walked across the room and placed it on the desk. Then he went
back to the bed and bent down again. Titrus had his orders and
his personal feelings had nothing to do with it. He pulled the
sheet back and looked at the girl again. Without a word,
Titrus grabbed her scrawny little ankles and ripped her from
under the bed, her narrow butt sliding across the floor quite
easily. The lieutenant yanked her about the waist and hoisted
her to her feet. The sudden movement caught her off guard.

“I don’t want to do this but I must. Please do not make me
shackle you again,” Titrus locked his blue eyes onto her dark
orbs. “Please,” he said again. Then he grabbed the girl by her
skinny bird arm and pulled her toward the door.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Thu May 15, 2008 1:20 pm
Drake


Drake thought that Linnette shouldn't be so calm about what
she had done to her hand. When she poked at the tender flesh
he cast his green eyes to her face, watching her reaction. She
flinched and grit her teeth in pain, but her hazel eyes were
eerily emotionless. The Spaniard lifted the back of his index
finger to his lip, watching Linnette flex the fingers into her
palm and wince again. He lifted his eyebrows expecting some
... remorse, some emotion about what sshe had done - but
instead she just looked apathetic. Placing her hand back into
his, Drake used his thumb to push her little finger back a
little so that it did not cast a shadow on the wounded skin.

Linnette
 
"I don't want a fuss- do what you can and I'll have
Linnesse look at it later."


He looked from the swollen flesh to her face and sighed,
nodding his head in defeat. He recognised that he was just a
push-over where Linnette was concerned ,but really... what
else was he to do? Carry her over his shoulder kicking and
screaming to the infirmary and have her hate him forever more?

No.

He would do what he could for her and then keep an eye on it.
If it got any worse he would put her over his shoulder,
kicking and screaming or not, and bring her to the infirmary.
Drake picked up the cloth again, and instead of dabbing at the
abrased skin on her palm, he did what he had done on the other
hand, letting the water dribble down her palm to the bowl in
her lap. He continued in silence until he was certain all the
dirt was gone. He glanced up at Linnette quickly.

"It's clean." he told her, taking the bowl from her lap and
placing it on the ground next to him. He squeezed the cloth
out as much as he could and then ripped a strip of it off. It
was cold so it would do good for the swelling. He was focussed
on what he was doing now, pulling her hand gently closer to
him. Drake wrapped the cloth around her thumb and wrist twice
before tucking the ends in under the wrapped about strips. He
turned her hand one way and the other, making sure the thing
would stay put.

Sighing, Drake sat back on his heels again and wiped his wet
hands on the sleeves of his tunic.

"You won't do anything like that again, will you?" he asked in
a quiet, husky tone of voice, a mixture of mild disapproval
and minor concern. He wanted to tell her flat out that she
wasn't to do it again, but it was not his place to do so.
Perhaps he would say it to Derfel about her ... ?
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