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May 2008
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golden_trillium

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Author: lady ione
Date: Sun May 18, 2008 2:36 pm

Brendyn


In his mind, he could hear Antonius cussing him out for not
getting back to his duties, but the painkillers made him feel
a bit woozy and dazed making it hard for him to even feel like
standing up much less feel competent. Right now, he felt like
he could just close his eyes and bask in the warmth of
Tatiana's presence. He had not been in love, except for
Veronica who had given so much of herself to him...

Tatiana
 
"Brendyn, even though you think that you feel fine,
you're still feeling the effects of the herb. The daze
that you're going through, means that its still in your
system and you could wind up really hurting yourself
even more because of it."


...Brendyn turned his deep blue eyes from Evana to Tatiana,
then back. Reluctantly, he lie back down on the pillow, and
turned his head toward his friend, then to Evana, "Okay, I
promise not to run out of here...I will behave and rest. You
are right of course." hate it when women are always right...
His voice was softly accented, and he winked at the nun who he
had noticed was getting ready to leave to tend to others.
Brendyn smiled up at Evana as if to say "isn't Tatiana the
most beautiful creature you ever saw?" He did not come right
out and say it, because at first he had liked her as a friend,
but there was something else growing in his heart right now.
Casting his eyes back at the young woman who sat next to his
bed, the young soldier raised a hand and left the long strands
of coppery hair run through them. Tatiana's eyes had turned a
deep emerald color usually a sign of emotions unseen. For him,
each time he looked at her, he felt soft tender desires flood
into his body and soul...he wanted her, but she had rejected
his first attempt, and he decided to let her decide when she
would allow him such a privilage...

Tatiana
 
"Remember that night when I helped you with your cold
and how sleepy as well as woozy it made you feel once
the herbs took effect?" "Now imagine if she had just
given you what I gave you Bren, you'd still be out."


Brendyn could only nod. Dang! She was right again! Casting a
look at Evana, he said, "She is right and you are right. If I
go back on duty now, I would do no one any good. I will rest
then." His deep blue eyes went soft as he continued to run his
fingers through Tatiana's long hair...it calmed him, even her
face calmed him. He liked the way their fingers
interlaced...the softness of them. "Tatiana....do you love
me?" The effects of the painkillers Evana had given him were
enough to kill the pain, but not his alert senses and his
hearing and such. He was fully alert despite the slights dazed
feeling which would pass soon. Brendyn just had to let his arm
heal as he knew he'd be of no use to anyone if he
didn't...Still cleaning latrines was not a strenuous job
unless one never exercised or ate right. Bren was in top
condition, and knew the job would not be that hard for him to
do.

Except for the smell....
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun May 18, 2008 3:39 pm
Drake


Linnette
 
"Old man? I scarcely think you need me to focus your
mind."


Drake's mood was lightened by her laughter at how he described
himself. She seemed to reject the idea that he was in any way
aged which fascinated him. Could she not see the lines etched
about his eyes which had seen too much? The scars of battles
fought on this land and so many others throughout his long
life. He was half-way through his third decade now - and she
was ... what... ? barely into her second? Comparitively he
should have seemed old to her but she laughed at the mere
suggestion.

And she also did not realise that he did need her to focus his
mind. Otherwise he felt at a loss, a twitching limb with no
body.

Another thing Linnette did not realise was ... well, Drake was
not kind. Not to everyone at least. If she told him she
thought he was a kind man, the Spaniard may very well have
barked his first proper laugh in her company! No - he was not
a kind man to all and sundry. A mere ten minutes in the
company of Drake and his recruits would soon change her
perception of his 'kindness'.

Linnette
 
"I think...I think perhaps I'll check at the tavern, see
what's to be done there. Then I can see about this new
room the Optio wants me to have. You coming? To get your
things?"


Drake gave one relieved breath of a sigh when Linnette's hazel
eyes became a little more focussed. She still looked utterly
miserable, their browny-green depths not conveying happiness,
looking almost incapable of happiness right now, but she
looked... astute, busy. The Spaniard watched her spread her
hands, looking at the bandaging. He gave a lopsided mirthless
smile at her reaction to the scratches there but lifted a hand
to wipe at his upper lip when she looked back at him.

She surprised him by asking him if he was coming with her.
Drake's eyebrows lifted and he pursed his lips, nodding his
head as he set forward, looking rather baffled by her offer.
He smiled at her as he held the door open, gesturing for her
to go out ahead of him. He then quickly turned, grabed his
cloak and followed. Drake walked a pace behind Linnette again,
falling into the role of protector without evening thinking
about it. He looked at the back of her head with narrowed
green eyes.

"What you think is old, then?" he asked, rounding teh corner
where he had slung his saddlebags. Without a word, he threw
them up over his shoulder again and continued walking by
Linnette. Catching a quizzical look to his continued company,
he nodded towards the door - "Food." he explained.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sun May 18, 2008 4:31 pm
Malcus Barbattus and Neeria


Arthur
 
Come!


Malcus turned the knob and pushed the big door open.
Immediately, Malcus sensed the continued tension in the room.
The smug-looking optio resembled a cat who got the cream and
Lancelot looked worn and exhausted.

"Move," Malcus said to the woad prisoner. The woman didn't
move. "Let's go!" he said more forcefully. The captain placed
his big hand on the girls skinny shoulder and gently pushed
her over the threshold.

"Don't push me, Roman! I will walk on my own accord," Neeria
responded angrily, yanking her shoulder from Malcus' grip.

Malcus smiled at her. "As you wish, my lady."

The small woman walked inside the dark room, staring at the
big men gathered together. She was not afraid, but angry. The
smell of them mad her angrier. Her eyes darted from one to the
other and landed on a tall, thin man with gray eyes. He had
rat-like, narrow features and he looked at her as though she
were a rabid animal. Immediately she hated him. He was
obviously a Roman noble - a distinguished officer of extreme
Roman importance - dressed immaculately and richly. His boots
were clean and his clothing neat. Neeria rolled her eyes at
him and her glare alighted upon the First Knight.

"We meet again, Sarmatian," she said. She took in the dark
knight who looked thin and pale. He was however, still an
ominous figure in the pale light of the room. In his own
right, he was a big man - lean and muscular like a wild cat.
His face was dirty, his clothes filthy - obviously the same
ones he'd worn when she'd last seen him. His wild hair was
splayed about his head and he stared at her with blatant
hatred. She respected him though even though he, too was a
sworn enemy. But he and the rest of the Sarmatians were just
pawns of the Roman empire - enslaved thugs ordered to
slaughter her people with little or no say. She did not hate
him, but she did not trust him either.

Finally, her eyes locked onto the fiery gaze of Arthur Castus
himself. His jade orbs bore into her and despite herself, a
chill slithered its way down her spine. Arthur had been seated
on a horse when they'd last met and now, standing at his full
height, Neeria paled against his raw power. The authority he
exuded was almost hypnotic and she cursed herself as she
realized he was truly awesome to her. A massive man, he was,
with tightly curled hair, emerald eyes and thin lips. Neeria
stared at him, not with hatred, but with wonderment.

"Commander, your prisoner," Malcus said as they moved into the
room, closing the door behind him.

"Arthur, we must find proper clothes for her before we ride.
That slip that she is wearing is hardly appropriate. She will
need pants and a heavy tunic," Malcus said, "I can order them
from storage if you desire."

Neeria continued to stare at Arthur. Finally, she spoke.

"Why have you summoned me, Roman?"
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Sun May 18, 2008 5:58 pm
Lancelot


Arthur
 
“While Lancelot’s views of Merlin are not unfounded,
proceed with cautious diplomacy. Merlin would not
hesitate to attempt brutality with Lancelot should I
send him to accompany you on this urgent errand. Thus
why Lancelot is to remain here. I will grant you a
private word….before you ride out, Optio Scipio. And
you, my friend, will take some rest now and then see to
the men….I want a progress report on Dagonet’s condition
as well as the rest of the knights."


Lancelot hitched his drooping leathers up. Thankfully Arthur
had dropped his hand from the Sarmatian's shoulder, otherwise
Lancelot might have shaken it off. Why was the Roman speaking
of him as if he weren't in the room? As if he were a stupid
fool of a soldier who couldn't control his own emotions or
behavior if ordered to do something? He bit the inside of his
cheek until the pain made him see stars and shake his head. He
would check on the others - before he rested. He didn't have
to acknowledge Arthur's statement - the other man should know
Lancelot would find out how his brothers were.

"Merlin might attempt brutality," Lancelot answered finally,
his voice steady, but his tone representing his true feelings
on the matter. The woad would be dead before he got within
spitting distance of Lancelot if they ever came into contact
again. Of course, if Arthur ordered him not to hurt the
Magician...could he obey?

Lancelot would like to think he could, hell, he'd tell Arthur
and the Optio and the entire garrison that he could - he'd
present Merlin with flowers if that's what the commander told
him to do. And then he'd slit his throat at the right time.
Fuck diplomacy. The woad was a dangerous creature, and the
attack this time should have made Arthur realize that.

More fool he, for trusting too easily.

Perhaps he wouldn't have trusted you, barbarian dog. You'd
better watch your thoughts.

Amadeus
 
"I will prepare and return at your convenience,
Commander."


Lancelot did not ignore the look the Optio gave him as the
other man opened the door on his way out. It was the look that
men give diseased animals that still follow at their heels.
Lancelot's dark, bloodshot eyes narrowed and although he did
not move, his head twisted to follow Amadeus' exit from the
room.

Barbattus entered with the girl that had attacked Arthur. She
looked and smelled as bad as Lancelot did, and he could not
help but laugh darkly at the sight of her.

Neeria
 
We meet again, Sarmatian,"


Lancelot smiled ferally at her, and gave a mocking bow, his
hair standing up even more wildly as he tipped his body over
and up. "Princess - thank the gods I got to see your radiant
beauty once more. I think we belong in the same place." He
nodded at her grubby state as he made a sweeping gesture at
himself.

He winked at her, and then moved back a bit so he could watch
her proximity to Arthur. He drew his dirk again and this time,
did not play with it. He kept it steadily in his hand. He'd be
ready this time if she tried anything.

Malcus
 
"Commander, your prisoner. Arthur, we must find proper
clothes for her before we ride. That slip that she is
wearing is hardly appropriate. She will need pants and a
heavy tunic. I can order them from storage if you
desire."


Lancelot eyed Barbattus. "Don't bother wasting things from the
stores. She can have some of my old clothing- they are
obviously good enough for our lady." He twisted his mouth
wryly and crossed his arms, still keeping a tight hold on the
dagger as he regarded his filthy attire. "Don't worry, love,"
he added. "I'll give you the clean stuff."

Neeria
 
"Why have you summoned me, Roman?"


Lancelot's comical expression changed rapidly - like the
summer storms that filled Britain's skies - to one of intense
concentration. He was interested in what Arthur would say to
this girl...and how she'd react.

"You'd best watch where you tread here, Woad," he cut in
before Arthur got a word out. "This Roman is my commander. Go
gently."
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Author: linnet
Date: Sun May 18, 2008 8:15 pm

Gawain


Gawain paid little attention to his surroundings as he trudged
through the muddy street. He was in no particular hurry since
the day still loomed long in front of him. And he was already
wet enough that it didn’t much matter if he reached shelter
sooner rather than later. He wasn’t far from the infirmary
when a cloaked figure moved directly into his path, forcing
him to stop. He was about to step around the rude obstruction,
but as he looked with a scowl of annoyance, he recognized
Catherine. His body defensively pulled back though he stood
without moving. He was completely dumbfounded as to what she
was up to. He thought he’d made his point clearly in the
tavern. He wouldn’t be taken for a fool again – ever, by her.
He wasn’t in the market for a quick fuck or a quick fucking
over. Still, he watched warily as the young woman nervously
fumbled for something while looking at him as though she was
afraid he would walk away.

When she took his hand and placed the small coin into his
palm, Gawain looked down at it briefly. His eyes instead
locked on Catherine’s. He studied her a moment with intensity,
trying to break through his confusion. She was watching him
anxiously. She looked vulnerable and hopeful, and Gawain
didn’t want to see her that way. He wanted to see a scheming,
opportunistic whore who he could tell to get out of his damn
way.

Catherine
 
“It is from Carthage."


The knight put his hand on her elbow and guided Catherine to
the shelter of a nearby doorway. Once out of the rain, he let
go of her arm. There was little room in the small shelter, but
he backed away so that he could again study her. Once more he
glanced at the coin in his hand and then at her face. “What do
you want, Catherine?” he asked. His expression was dead
serious, as was the question. Was business so slow that she
was out in the rain looking for customers? And was he such a
gullible, easy, target that she couldn’t pass up another
chance to trick him into thinking she was something other than
what she was? And what was the coin from Carthage about? He
looked more closely at the small silver disc he held. He
turned it over and back again. He’d never seen one like it. As
he examined it, his curiosity crept forward, intruding on his
suspicion. Then he noticed the fine etching of two animal
heads. A smile spread very slowly over his face and into his
eyes, as he pondered the fantastic creature with the seriously
overgrown snout and massive curved teeth. He looked at
Catherine, and as much as he wanted to remain stern and cold,
it was hopeless in the face of such a goofy looking thing.
“What is it?” he asked with a little laugh, cocking his
dripping wet head in the direction of the coin.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Mon May 19, 2008 12:11 am
Alina


Kolya
 
"Hmph - you and baby-face been busy have you? D'you
leave him inside there wasted whilst you go get food to
replenish your energies to start all over again?"


Alina wasn't aware someone was behind her until they were
practically breathing down her neck, and even then she didn't
need to look - there was only one person she knew who lacked
respect for personal boundaries. She gave Kolya a critical
eye, noting the obvious mischief behind his blue eyes as he
easily fell into pace with her. Without preamble, he fished
into her personal affairs, causing a sting of annoyance to
prickle at her skin, but Alina's face betrayed nothing. She
looked on ahead then as they walked, the right corner of her
mouth twitching upward, and she gave an incredulous shake of
her head. How perfectly ironic that she'd encounter Kolya now.

"Sorry to disappoint you - he's just stepped out. But, if
it'll satisfy your curiosity, you're welcome to come listen at
our door later this evening," Alina replied coolly, cocking
her head toward Kolya with a wry smile.

In all honestly, evening for Alina was a light-year away. Her
future with Galahad had been shrouded in ugly uncertainty
daily. His life as a knight guaranteed that anything was
possible, but she should always be prepared for the worst case
scenario. And now, Alina was going to damn their fragile
potential - the truth was going to break his heart, and hers
with his.

"So what, are you following me now?" Alina inquired then,
arching a perfectly sculpted brow. She inconspicuously fanned
out her clenched hand furthest from Kolya as she smoothly
transisted into a less tedious subject. She cleared her throat
with a dry chuckle, masking her hurt and worry with a smile,
dipping her head a moment so he wouldn't see how false it was.









Cáel

What a lovely shade of blissful idiocy snow turned when it was
confronted by a torrent of regurgitated spicy ale and jerky.

Cáel inched a foot or so across the snow and rolled onto his
back. He lifted his head, cocking a thick eyebrow at
Betelgeuse, before allowing it to loll back onto his fanned
out hood. Damnable, insufferable beast, purposely sinking its
backside so to send him diving head-first into the snow. So,
the horse had turned out to be a comedian. Cáel didn't like
those types of homosapien tragedies - along with gypsies and
common whores, pathetically begging for coin or applause, and
receiving it even without retaining an ounce of human worth to
show for it - and he certainly could go without dealing with
one of the animal kingdom as well.

"You ever do that to me again, and I'll be sure to donate you
to the nearest missionary," Cáel said, perching himself up on
his elbows as his dark eyes flickered meaningfully to the
steed. "Do you know what happens at a missionary? Nothing.
Absolutely nothing - and I mean that in every possible sense,
my friend. You'll shrivel up prematurely - surely a most
unpleasant experience."

The Goth groaned and dropped onto his back again, closing his
soulless black eyes as he waited for his head to stop
spinning. Admittedly, the rain helped, sobering him up to
coherency, until he was able to clamber to his feet without
dizzying or tripping. He reached back and pulled his hood up
to cloak his face, deftly climbing into Betelgeuse's saddle
and urging him onward with a click of his tongue. The road he
traveled soon connected to the main one, and a short while
later, his destination stood not a heartbeat away. A devious
smile spread across Cáel's face as he approached...
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Mon May 19, 2008 5:12 am

Bors


Derfel
 
“I can fetch a healer if you’d like there, Bors…and that
there bed seems to be available, No doubt you’d be
needin’ a few stitches yourself, aye? Would hate for
that leg to rot off on you,”


The older knight squinted suspiciously at the young man,
wondering if he was trying to imply that Bors was weakened by
his injury. He might be having a hard time walking straight,
but he could still lick a young pup like that into shape, with
one arm tied behind his back... or maybe one leg in this case.
Derfel seemed to be sincere though, and even attempted to make
light of the situation, so Bors merely hurrumphed at him,
heaving himself off Dagonet's bed and onto the one beside him.
As he did so he didn't even need to put weight on his leg, but
even so a sharp pain shot up his side, and he winced, not
daring to move further. As a result he sat awkwardly, looking
as though he wasn't sure whether he wanted to stay or leave.

Dagonet
 
"I am sorry.... I should be the one... taking care of
it."


Bors glanced at Dagonet as he continued to speak to him, if
weakly, and frowned down at the big hand covering his own.
Under normal circumstances he would shrug off this open
display of affection, especially in front of a young
wippersnapper such as Derfel, but for now he allowed it. He
knew Dagonet was in a far worse condition than himself, and
yet the tall man was still concerned for his friend. Bors
sniffed and grinned fiercely to ward off a sudden attack of
emotion, and jumped as another, sharper voice entered his
consciousness.

Mother Lavinia
 
“What makes you think this man is well enough to have a
party? He needs rest and quiet. And where pray tell has
your own private nurse gone off too? If that woman ever
becomes a halfway competent healer it will be a miracle.
And you, Unless you’re injured, get your behind off that
cot. Everybody out. Now,”


Bors stared up at the harriden open-mouthed. Now there was a
woman to rival even Vanora with her sharp tongue! Bors was
impressed, although he would never admit it of course. This
healer would surely scare the pain away...

"Well..." he coughted hesitantly, "actually I am a bit
injured... sort of..."

He attempted a smile and tried to shift his leg to show her,
but again the pain shot up his side, as though poison was
making its slow way through his sluggish bloodstream. Instead
he made do with pointing to his thigh, and closed his eyes
slowly as he took a deep breath. Ah well... so much for the
brave face...
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon May 19, 2008 8:59 am
Derfel


Derfel caught Dagonet’s concerned look over at Bors, but as he
began to look around for an available healer he did not hear
the words spoken between the two older knights. Bors had
smartly shifted over to the spare cot beside Dagonet’s. And
Derfel was about to get up from his perch at Dagonet’s side
when a rather gruff woman approached them and began barking
orders….

Mother Lavinia
 
“What makes you think this man is well enough to have a
party? He needs rest and quiet. And where pray tell has
your own private nurse gone off too? If that woman ever
becomes a halfway competent healer it will be a miracle.
And you, Unless you’re injured, get your behind off that
cot. Everybody out. Now,”


Derfel’s eyes widened and he immediately stood up from
Dagonet’s bed and tugged at his tunic in a poor attempt to
straighten the material. He looked down at Dagonet with a
sheepish smile as Bors dared answer the healer. The younger
knight suddenly felt ‘in the way’. But between the healer's
attentions and Bors now at his side, Dagonet was in the best
of hands...Derfel had no hesitations in taking his leave as
ordered.

Bors
 
"Well... actually I am a bit injured... sort of..."


“I’ll see if I can find Saoirse for ya, Dag,” Derfel quietly
offered his friend and reached down to lightly touch the
Sarmatian’s shoulder before stepping away. He glanced over at
Bors with a tight-lipped grin and then faced the healer’s
intense gaze.

“Pardon me, ma’am,” Derfel respectfully tilted his head at the
healer and then made a quick exit from the immediate area.
He’d catch up with Lucius and hopefully Saoirse. Derfel headed
towards the back private rooms in the infirmary, knowing them
well from his own stay in this house when he’d been injured
before. But as the young knight walked past one room in
particular, he could not help a small private smile at the
memory of an intimate moment shared in that room with
Linnesse.







Arthur

Amadeus
 
"I will prepare and return at your convenience,
Commander."


“Very well,” Arthur answered Amadeus’ courteous and expected
statement and then turned his full attention to Lancelot as
Scipio turned away and the door opened. His First Knight’s
nearly black eyes appeared to follow the Optio’s exit thus
giving Arthur a moment to regard Lancelot unawares. Concern
immediately etched into Arthur’s craggy features….Lancelot
appeared weary despite the seething anger still burning behind
those long lashes and gold-speckled dark eyes. Arthur could
only pray that Lancelot would not forsake his wishes – orders
- and go after Merlin on his own. Again.

Arthur was aware of his friend Malcus’ entrance and the small
chatter between the prisoner and the Captain. But emerald eyes
remained focused on the lean warrior at his side….even as
Lancelot addressed the Woad girl himself.

In the brief moment before Malcus began to address Arthur
directly, the Roman’s thoughts were still completely consumed
with everything between he and Lancelot. Arthur silently
cursed himself for the inappropriate and ill-timed reaction to
the sight of Lancelot’s bare midsection that he had moments
ago….that portion of our relationship has passed us by…much
like a storm rolling over the peaks of the mountain ranges of
the north.

Malcus
 
"Commander, your prisoner. Arthur, we must find proper
clothes for her before we ride. That slip that she is
wearing is hardly appropriate. She will need pants and a
heavy tunic. I can order them from storage if you
desire."


At hearing Malcus’ voice speaking his name, Arthur’s gaze
turned from Lancelot to regard the petite Woad girl who had
attempted to slit his throat only yesterday. Emerald eyes
flickered over her appearance as Malcus made his
recommendations on her attire. Arthur’s full lips twisted
upwards as he made his own assessment of her; lifting one hand
to rub two fingers over his stubbled chin while still gently
pressing his other hand over his stitches. The wound throbbed
perhaps in a not so gentle reminder that this very Woad had
ripped her claws into it only yesterday.

Lancelot
 
"Don't bother wasting things from the stores. She can
have some of my old clothing- they are obviously good
enough for our lady. Don't worry, love, I'll give you
the clean stuff."


Arthur ignored Lancelot’s comments and animated gestures as he
himself took a step closer to the girl. She was dressed in
typical Woad fashion, although her clothing was soiled and she
was lacking a cloak for warmth against the harsh winter
weather. Arthur was not a cruel man and would, of course, see
to it that the girl had something more substantial to wear
before she was taken out of the fortress.

Neeria
 
"Why have you summoned me, Roman?"


Her meek voice drew Arthur’s gaze from her poor dress upwards
to her seemingly beseeching expression. Did she fear Arthur?
Would she still honour their agreement? But before the
Commander could inquire, Lancelot interjected his own thinly
veiled threat.

Lancelot
 
"You'd best watch where you tread here, Woad, this Roman
is my commander. Go gently."


“Do you recall the agreement between us? Hm?” Arthur asked
with a slight tilt of his head and deceptively placid emerald
eyes. He felt no need to resort to intimidation with this
one…at least not now considering her defeated expression and
almost frightened demeanor. But the Commander would not lower
his guard….this girl was still a Woad and thus may still carry
an agenda….perhaps she was an assassin sent by Merlin…if so,
what purpose would the Woad leader have in Arthur’s death?

“I have spared your life and thus kept my part of the
bargain,” Arthur added as he closed the distance between them
and crossed his arms over his broad chest as he looked down
into her dark eyes.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon May 19, 2008 9:58 am
Linnette


Drake
 
"What you think is old, then? Food."


"But...you don't want to put down your things?" Linnette
hesitated in mid-stride, one hand making a half-formed
quizzical gesture back towards Drake's new room. Why would he
carry his bags- which looked quite heavy- all the way to the
tavern when their destination was just back around that
corner? She couldn't think of a single reason- but Drake was
making no sign of intent to backtrack. Utterly confused, but
not wanting to press the issue- did it have something to do
with the contents of the bags, maybe? something valuable?-
Linnette settled for a puzzled shrug and a grimace that tried
to approximate a reassuring smile, and kept walking.

"Er...old?" she repeated the word from his last question,
reorienting herself to that earlier topic after the small
interruption. It was a bit awkward to talk to him as they
walked- Drake stayed determinedly a generous half-pace behind
her, and she had to twist around a bit to feel like she was
really addressing him. And he maintained that spacing even
when she experimentally slowed down just a little bit.
Odd...and quite a contrast from Gedeon, who had had such long
legs and took such long strides that initially, when they
walked together, she had had to nearly run to keep up with
him. Though after one slightly annoying incident, after they
had returned from the Villa but before their marriage, when
she had told him off for all but leaving her in the dust, he
had been very embarrassed, and apologetic, and had always
consciously slowed his pace afterward. Well, actually, on that
particular occasion, after profuse apologies, he had swung her
up and carried her the rest of the way to the tavern, grinning
at her and then depositing her on the doorstep with a chaste
and rather shy kiss, as if he was not sure yet that what he
had done made up adequately for the offense. Sweet man...even
though she had been annoyed with him at the time. Maybe she
shouldn't have been. Tears just misted her eyes again, and she
turned her face back to the front, a little bit glad now that
Drake was behind her like that.

"I don't know...forty?" She shrugged, a bit impatient with
herself, trying to get her thoughts back on track.

"I suppose it depends on the person," she added, not satisfied
with that pat number either. Her father had been, what...forty
three when he died? And he had seemed old. But Linnette had
also seen men of fifty who did not- like the blacksmith back
at her village, who had seemed the same on her last visit as
he had when she was a child, except for more gray in his hair.
Drake was more like that, she thought; would Gedeon have been
the same? There was no way of knowing.

"Just a moment- my cloak," Linnette mumurred, stepping aside
as they were about to pass her room and pushing open the door.
She left it open while she went inside to get her cloak from
where she had hung it to dry over a chair- it was still damp,
though dryer than it had been, and it would do. As she swung
it around her shoulders, she looked around the room with
another sigh- so much to do! And Gedeon's saddle bags, still
sitting on the bed among the rumpled blankets, testimony to
her broken sleep of last night- she blinked and turned away
from them, once again not wanting to give in to emotion and
cry. She had too much to do.

"Ready," she added, crossing back to the hallway and shutting
the door softly behind her- maybe the last time she would shut
that particular door on her own and Gedeon's room.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Mon May 19, 2008 10:08 am
Tatiana


Brendyn
 
"Tatiana....do you love me?"


Hearing him ask her his question, a soft blush appeared on
Tatiana's face, but she met his deep blue eyes with her still
dark green ones. "Yes, Brendyn. I do love you." She replied honestly, but happily to his question, her eyes sparkling in response to her feelings in reply to his question.

Feeling his fingers run through her long coppery hair sent
small shivers as well as a million butterflies running through
her lithe frame, causing her eyes to change color again, but
to a foresty green this time. After all, an honest question deserves an honest answer, especially where feelings are concerned.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon May 19, 2008 10:13 am
Centurion Quintus


All looked well down in the dungeons today.

Of course, the fact that the two Woad prisoners had been gone
for most of the morning probably contributed to that. They had
been taken to the infirmary early for treatment and had thus
far not been returned, and rumors were flying that the older
one, the one captured on the road, had offered treachery and
was going to lead Commander Castus to Merlin himself. There
were more fanciful versions of the rumor being bandied about
as well, of course- such as the tale that the Woad had agreed
to such a course of action because she harbored a secret, or
not-so-secret, passion for the Sarmatian scout, Tristan. Well,
that one was nonsense, and Quintus had sternly told off the
first man to mention it in his hearing. But nothing stopped
men from talking, and stories still flew.

But anyway, with the Woads absent from the dungeons, things
were pretty quiet down here today. Quintus had just finished
up a routine inspection of the premises, and was heading out
the heavy, iron-bound entrance door, when he spotted Titrus
coming towards him from across the courtyard- with the little
Woad, the child, under his arm and wrapped in his cloak. The
older one was nowhere in evidence, but obviously this little
one was going back to the cells. Quintus paused, just inside
the doorway with the door held open, ready to assist Titrus if
he should need it- though fortunately, if surprisingly, the
girl seemed to be coming along quietly enough.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Mon May 19, 2008 10:29 am
Dagonet


Bors moved from Dagonet's bed and sat on the cot beside. It
was obvious that the leg injury was really bothering him. And
as Dagonet reached for his friend's hand he saw disapprove in
Bors's eyes and face. The man was not emotional and Dagonet
knew it. They barely allowed themselfs to be emotional with
each other. Specially around others...

But today was a different day...

But now was different.

Dagonet was always playing strong before everybody. He was
their rock in every situation. Even if wounded the tall knight
was strong for others, like before.... before the mission,
when he was injured from the Woad attack. Back then, Dagonet
was still strong in front of others.

But now...

He lost his strenghts. He was weak and his wounds were
heavy... Wounds in his body and in his heart. He did not care
to be strong right now. He was broken and Bors knew it...
Gedeon's death broke Dagonet beyond any limits. He must learn
to regain his strenghts once more. He fought with death while
returning to Badon... it was Bors to steady him and help him
to get back home... Helped him to fight with the fever and
delirious.... Bors helped Dagonet come back to the realm of
living when the wounded knight wanted to slip away and die.
He was a broken man and he hoped Bors will not hold no grudge
for his moment of weakness and emotions.

And then it came....

Mother Lavinia
 
“What makes you think this man is well enough to have a
party? He needs rest and quiet. And where pray tell has
your own private nurse gone off too? If that woman ever
becomes a halfway competent healer it will be a miracle.
And you, Unless you’re injured, get your behind off that
cot. Everybody out. Now,”


Dagonet looked at Lavinia, the chief healer and boss of the
infirmary as she stood on the foot of his bed. Derfel already
stood up from the bed, scared of the woman it would seem.
Dagonet mouth twitch slightly. Lavinia was stern, but she
helped every knight around more than one time.

Party? It might seem so... as the two knights were chating
with Dagonet and speaking pretty loud probably.
He needed rest... but maybe not quiet... Silence made him
think about Gedeon.

His prive nurse... Saoirse. There was sentence which Dagonet
did not understand. Saoirse becoming a helaer? He slowly only
shook his head, not knowing what else to say or do. He didn't
know where Saoirse was... and he wished she was beside him. He
felt even more broken without her.

Bors
 
"Well... actually I am a bit injured... sort of..."


Derfel
 
I’ll see if I can find Saoirse for ya, Dag,"


Bors started to explain himself to Lavinia and Dagonet looked
at leaving Derfel sending him a glance of thanks. Then he
looked back at Lavinia and saw corners of her mouth twitch at
Bors's hesitance in voice. Dagonet knew Lavinia, maybe not
well but it would seem that she was was the only one capable
of running this place.

Dagonet slowly allowed himself to close his eyes for a brief
moment before looking back at Bors and Lavinia. He was tired
and pain was grasping his side thightly... but he felt tons of
better than yesterday, when all he could was sleep.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Mon May 19, 2008 12:28 pm
Catherine


Once or twice Catherine had been in the unfortunate situation
where a man had become aggressive with her. She hated it
passionately, but unfortunately that was what some men wanted
- and Catherine gave men what they wanted. That was the deal.
They both understood it so there was no point in denying their
wants. However, when Gawain gripped her elbow the way he did,
trawling her off in another direction, Catherine felt that
familiar flip of her stomach, the one that made her feel ill
when she realised what she had gotten herself in for. She had
not thought that that was what Gawain would want from her.

The blonde's lips parted and she staggered a step after
Gawain, quickly finding her feet as he pulled her in under the
shelter of a doorway. The whore cleared her throat quietly,
one hand raised to shoulder level with a twist of blonde hair
about teh slender digit, twisted tight, held tight there by
the press of her thumb as her worried green eyes lifted to
Gawain's face. He looked annoyed.

Gawain
 
“What do you want, Catherine?”


Catherine took a breath to answer the Knight's question but no
words formed. She didn't know how to answer his question. She
wasn't sure if she should answer it as honestly as it sounded
in her head.

I want you not to hate me for being a whore.. ? I want you to
not think of me as a dirty prostitute who is trying to swindle
your meagre coins?

The woman bit her bottom lip, frowning, looking down as he
turned the coin over in his thick fingers. She was momentarily
distracted by the inevitable dirt beneath his fingernails, one
eye twitching just once before she had calmed herself. She
tossed her head and was about to speak, was about to dismiss
his question, to tell him she wanted nothing, when he spoke up
instead.

Gawain
 
“What is it?”


And quite unexpectedly he was laughing.

Catherine found herself grinning in response to his laughter,
relieved that he was not angry with her any longer. She really
was rather juvenile in her emotions and feelings - she did not
like people to be angry or disappointed in her. But he seemed
to like the gift she had given to him, even to the point of
asking her what they were. The woman breathed a laugh of her
own, eyebrows lifting as she stood on her tippy toes to point
at the coin with a beautiful, clean fingernail.

"This is a ... " she paused, frowning but still with her lips
curved in a magnificent smile. HEr hood was disrupted by a
blow of wind, sending a few more stray tendrils of blonde
forward, across her pretty face. "It's an ... alaphant?
Elephant... something like that. They use them in the East
like we use horses. Can you imagine... ? And that .. " her
finger gently slid along the surface of the coin to the other
creature and then fell down to her side. "That's a leopard.
It's a cat but it's bigger, it's the size of a large dog." the
whore mused with a shake of her head. She gave another laugh,
abashed this time, looking down at her feet. The laughter died
off and she sighed, looking up through her eyelashes at the
Knight.

"I should be somewhere else right now. But I wanted you to
have this first. Keep it?" she asked in her characteristic,
airy tone, her soft fingers touching Gawain's fingertips to
try close them over the coin. She wanted to tell him that he
wuold one day see these things, for his words of dying earlier
still lingered in her mind uncomfortably, but it seemed silly
for a woman such as she to offer consolation like that. So she
just smiled, taking a step back with a hopeful lift to her
eyebrows.









Kolya

Alina
 
"Sorry to disappoint you - he's just stepped out. But,
if it'll satisfy your curiosity, you're welcome to come
listen at our door later this evening, So what, are you
following me now?"


Kolya wasn't completely ignorant to her odd behaviour. He
fancied her knew her long enough to know that underneath the
calm exterior she was secretly bubbling. Of course he knew she
wasn't serious about listening at the door, but she did manage
to deflect his question without getting in a strop and
refusing to answer it or bopping him on the head and telling
him it was none of his business like he had been expecting.
The Sarmatian knew that when she had been fucking her little
boyfriend that she had been thinking of him. She must have
done, at least a flicker of a memory of what had happened
between them in the baths. Of course, Kolya just assumed that
that is what they had been doing all this time cooped up in
the room together!

At her accusation of following the former knight snorted and
shook his head. He lifted a hand to scratch his jaw and
glanced sideways at her, catching a hint of what she was
trying to hide when she ducked her head with a smile. Kolya's
eyebrows lifted and he pointed a finger towards her.

"You'd kinda like that, wouldn't you? You'd like it so when
your boy finds out you'll have me to fall back on... ?" he
said with a teasing smile, chuckling deeply to himself as he
shook his head, looking ahead again. "Was it a bit annoying
when he was touching you and you kept wondering why it didn't
feel like me? I'm just curious..." he said with the most
humbled, innocent look on his rugged face, hands raised in
supplication.









Romanus

Romanus had been watching this guy for quite some time now. He
ached all over and his eyes wanted to shut for sleep so much,
but this was just too interesting a scenario to pass up. He
pursed his lips, cocking his head to the side and elbowed the
guard standing beside him.

"... the hell?" he queried, gesturing to the rider who came
into view a while ago. It was strange considering her had
passed through Woad territory and was seemingly unharmed. That
made a bit of a blaring warning noise in Romanus' head. He
hefted his shield into his hand and went down the steps to the
gate where he snapped back the little peep-hole box to peer at
the man who was atop the horse waiting to come in.

"What's your name and your purpose here, Sir?" Romanus asked
in his best official tone of voice, the one he had been
practising because apparently he was much too friendly and
companionable to all who came to the gates of Badon. And,
seemingly, this was a bad thing. How was it his fault his
mother had raised him to believe every stranger was a friend
you hadn't met?









Drake

Linnette
 
"But...you don't want to put down your things?"


Drake just looked at her when she asked him that. He had no
answer to it. Genuinely. There was no response to her
question, no reasonable explanation as to why he was going
along with her to the tavern with his heavy saddlebags instead
of going to his room and meeting her over there. He didn't
think she would come to any harm between here and there
without him. He didn't think she would suddenly fall over into
a trough due to grief and drown herself accidentally. He
didn't think he would need anything out of his saddlebags once
in the tavern but ... he was not going to forgo this
opportunity to walk with her.

He was greatful when she shrugged and answered his earlier
question.

Linnette
 
"Er...old? I don't know...forty? I suppose it depends on
the person,"


Forty? Drake wasn't a huge distance off of that.

He narrowed his green eyes at Linnette though not in anger at
all, just idle curiosity. He gave a twitch of a smile to her
declaration that it depended on the person. He cuoldn't argue
with that. But then surely she should consider him old.. if
she knew half of what he had done in his life, if she knew
half of what he had experienced...

They came towards her door and Linnette paused, going in for
her cloak. Drake waited at the door, trying not to look into
that private place she had shared with her husband but found
it too irresistable. It was a neat room, warm, cozy, decorated
sparsely but nicely... the saddlebags sitting on the bed was
the last straw. Drake looked away politely, looking down at
the ground as a deep furrow etched into his forehead. One
man's entire life's possessions in one bag. The thought of
Linnette carrying those bags anywhere, knowing the pain it
would cause her to do so, made Drake's stomach tighten
defensively.

Linnette
 
"Ready."


She spoke quietly.

Drake nodded and went into his habitual step behind her as
they went out of the fortress and into the courtyard. The rain
was still falling. Automatically the Spaniard looked towards
Linnette to ensure she was not getting too wet and then
hitched his own hood up, twitching the cloak about his arms as
he dipped his head and moved through the muck towards the
tavern. When they got closer he cleared his throat, frowning,
again.

"I can move the items from your room to the new one if it
pleases you. I understand if it is something you would rather
do yourself in your own time. Just ... " he pushed open teh
door, coming up alongside her with two quick strides when they
got to it, and held it open, looking at the top of the
doorframe as she walked in. He sighed, flexed his fingers into
his palm before giving her a small smile, tight, tense. "Just
ask. For whatever." he said shortly, quietly, feeling awkward
and a little stupid for interfering where she would probably
rather he did not. He tensed his jaw visibly with a creek and
then pointed to an empty table by the wall.

"I'll be there." he said gruffly.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Mon May 19, 2008 12:55 pm
Mirtha


Mirtha felt uneasy... out of place. He had never cared for a
women feelings before... never cared if he hurt anybody...
only cared for his pleasure, for his needs. Right now he was
here.. .with Ione, wondering and worrying if he had done
something wrong. Had he hurt her?

Mrtha saw her blush at his question. Gods! He did something
wrong! He knew that it was she, who he had taken for his
pleasure... but could not remember the details. He would hate
himself to the end of his days that he had hurted such a
fragile woman, just after he had rescued her from Woads
attempting to rape her.

Ione
 
'Mirtha, you did nothing to hurt me. If you had, I would
not have allowed you in here with me....'


The stablemaster looked up at her as she moved closer and made
him look into her eyes. Her words were like wash over... the
heavyness in his chest fell. He had not hurt her! He attempted
to smile but then she contiuned to tell him what happened. How
she was afraid at first and he could almost not believe her
words.... she gave up to him freely. He was glad it turned out
to be like that... cause he was afraid that if he would be
drunk he would take her by force.

He oppened his mouth to speak but she came closer and kissed
the side of his mouth. Mirtha closed his eyes allowing her to
do so and himself to feel her touch more vivdly. He had not
felt a woman kiss so close and so warm... for a long time...
Thorn was the only one, who caught him off guard.... But in
the same time this was a tragic thing to remember. Thorn was
dead... burried... probably. What happened to her body? He was
stupid to let himself drunk again! He should take care of
everything!

Ione
 
"Even after I left the stables, my body still wanted
your touches. I was afraid that Javier would find out,
but he told me that he was going off to foreign lands to
fight."


Her voice brought him back and he oppened his eyes to look at
her. He held her gaze for a moment before looking down at
their connected hands.

"Why?" he asked unsure and uneasy. "Why had you wanted my
touches.... Ione? I should had never laid my hands on you when
you were scared... I should not take what is not mine... "

He let her hands and rised and spread them in gesture of
helpnesness and sadness. Even so, being so close to her made
him feel warm inside. Her soft eyes were on him and he could
feel her breath upon his skin.

"I don't control myself when I'm drunk... I don't remember
everything. I remember only your face, your soft skin and your
eyes glittering in the darkness" he spoke silently and put his
hand on her cheek gently. "I remember my body aching for
yours.... and I remember the intense of my pleasure. But I
can't recall if we had spoken after or before... I can't
remember how I felt and how you reacted. I don't remember from
where I took next bottle... which I found beside me in the
morning."

He closed his eyes and leaned over.... Her calm and steady
posture drew him closer... He placed a kiss upon her lips and
frowned in surprise of his own doings.

What the hell was he doing? He did not control it... It just
happened.
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Date: Mon May 19, 2008 1:28 pm
Linnette


Drake
 
"I can move the items from your room to the new one if
it pleases you. I understand if it is something you
would rather do yourself in your own time. Just...just
ask. For whatever. I'll be there."


"All right." Linnette, her brow slightly furrowed, didn't have
much more to say to that; she was just, once again, surprised
and a little confused that he would wait for her. Or, since he
had mentioned food as well, was that really what he meant to
imply? Had he just meant 'while I'm eating, I'll be there, but
not after that'? Once again, she was running up against the
problem of not wishing to appear to be telling him what to do,
while at the same time letting him know that this really
wasn't necessary. She was fine- relatively- and surely he had
other duties, right?

"Er...I don't know how long this will take...it depends how
much there is to do." She took an indecisive step backwards,
in the direction of the bar and behind it, the kitchen
entrance, gesturing over her shoulder. Should she say anything
more? She honestly didn't know how to answer his offer to move
her things- she didn't even know where they were going yet.
Another second's hesitation- Drake's jaw had tensed up again,
for some reason, she noted, and then she took another step
back, gave another half-smile, and turned away towards the
kitchen and beyond that, her office. The sooner she got this
work out of the way, or at least saw how much of it there
really was, the better.

There were few patrons in the bar at this hour- besides Drake
(and, just outside the outer door, Tristan perched on a bench,
not looking at them when they passed), only a single cluster
of men at one table, craftsmen from the village, engaged in
what seemed to be a relatively serious discussion. Vanora was
up by the bar, tidying up the place, and Linnette took a deep
breath, readying herself to pass the other woman and, most
likely, recieve her sympathies, which, judging by previous
encounters, were the most likely thing there was to make tears
come to the surface.
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