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May 2008
Topic Started: Mar 18 2010, 02:23 AM (3,626 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: lady ione
Date: Mon May 19, 2008 2:03 pm

Ione


Ione watched every move the man made form the moment she had
kissed the side of his mouth and he had closed his eyes until
the time that he reopened them to hold her steady gaze. If he
had done anything to her, she would not have allowed herself
to come so close. The secure feeling of being so close to the
man who had saved her from being raped by the woad...so close
to him.

Mirtha
 
"Why?" "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... "


Ione only looked at Mirtha and wondered what she should
answer. After all, Javier had only just left, but his leaving
once more made her feel unprotected, though through their
relationship, she had changed...became stronger and able to
face things she hadn't been able to face before. The young
weaver just stood there holding his strong hands in hers
letting her fingers run over the rough calloused surfaces:
Signs of a good hard worker. Her dark eyes did not waver from
his as she answered him, 'I was sacred...because a long time
ago, a man I was "sold" to by my parents, got drunk with some
of his friends...I accidently spilled some wine on him...'
Ione gently tightened her hands in his. 'He and his drunk
friends took...me outside the fort, beat me and left me for
dead in a blizzard...I-I was afraid you'd be the same since
you approached me with a bottle in your hand...' Ione stopped
and looked away from him afraid that since she had been
honest, that he'd leave her, and she didn't want that.

Not now. 'Somehow, From the first time we met in the
infirmary, I wanted to be your friend...but when you
approached me in the stables...my heart was racing...I felt
attracted to you in a natural way.' Ione looked into his eyes,
"You and I...we are not perfect...and I felt comfortable with
that feeling that I did not have to be perfect..." His
closeness made her feel so warm inside as though the need for
him was rising again...The raw closeness of him and the feel
of his breath washing over her...the way he was caressing her
hands....

Mirtha
 
"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" "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."


Ione placed soft kisses over his morning shadowed face as he
spoke, then moved slightly back to respond to him. Ione's
voice whispered to him, 'Mirtha, I watched you take me, and
just the delight I saw there...the way your skin felt against
mine, and how our bodies fit so well together...' Slowly, she
began moving them as if in a dance toward the small bedroom.
She was willing to help him recall what happened now that he
was sober, and possibly please him herself. 'You were very
drunk Mirtha, and I would like to try to...help you if you
want me to...' Ione stopped talking as she watched him lean in
close to her, and kissed her.

Her mouth responded to the kiss and her lips parted, her
tongue caressing his. In her mind, Ione wondered if he really
wanted the same thing she did right now. The shop was not
opened for business, and they'd have time...if he was willing.
"I am not afraid of you, Mirtha...any longer...."
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Author: linnet
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 2:18 am

Gawain


Catherine
 
"This is a ... It's an ... alaphant? Elephant...
something like that. They use them in the East like we
use horses. Can you imagine... ? And that .. That's a
leopard. It's a cat but it's bigger, it's the size of a
large dog."


As Catherine happily told him about the animals on the foreign
coin, Gawain found himself again caught up in her knowledge
and sense of awe. She may have played the whore with countless
men to obtain her information of distant lands, but her
infectious enthusiasm when she shared it with him seemed so
natural. Her eyes took on a light totally unlike the clouded
beckoning gaze she had turned on him in the tavern. She
stopped the habitual playing with strands of her hair, which
seemed to Gawain like a nervous distraction. Instead her hands
were animated and involved in showing him the coin. He didn’t
know quite what to think. But it troubled him to know that
such a smart, charming young woman so full of unspoiled
wonder, could and would easily change to the seductive
creature he had seen.

The knight listened intently to Catherine, his eyes traveling
from the coin to her, and back again. Maybe she was only
giving him what he wanted, but it didn’t feel like he was
being used. He smiled, amused at her descriptions, and laughed
out loud at the idea of riding the long-nosed animal, although
admittedly the sharp curved teeth would be useful in battles.

Catherine
 
"I should be somewhere else right now. But I wanted you
to have this first. Keep it?"


Gawain’s expression became uncertain, as she tried to close
his fingers over the coin. He’d been disarmed and pleased that
she’d shown in to him, even if he couldn’t know her true
reason. But why would she want to give it to him? It had to be
of value. He shook his head and smiled slightly while gently
resisting her attempt to close his hand around the coin. “No.
I can’t take it,” he said softly. “It belongs to you.”

Then a sickening thought hit him. She was giving it to him
because she was afraid of him. She had looked like she
expected him to hit her back at the tavern. And when he’d
taken her arm to move her out of the rain, she’d shied back
and become meekly nervous. She was trying to appease him so
that he wouldn’t be angry and hurt her. Oh, shit. He couldn’t
let her believe that. “Catherine, I didn’t mean to frighten
you. I’d never harm you.” His voice was still soft and his
eyes searched hers, almost desperate to be believed. He
reached his hand out toward her, with the coin still in his
open palm. “You keep it for now,” he said, and tried to smile
reassuringly. “Let it remind you to tell me more about
Carthage sometime soon, and to show me where it is on one of
Arthur’s real maps.” His smile turned genuine and deepened.
“And I think we need to figure out what the rest of that
elephant must look like.” He watched her a little sadly,
hoping that she’d take back the coin she’d earned, and that if
nothing else, at least she wouldn’t think of him as a threat.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 8:11 am
Vanora


After all 8 of the children calmed down and actually began to
eat the food instead of throw it at each other, Vanora cleaned
up their food fight mess and think of how grouchy and touchy
everyone had been this morning...so far. All she wanted was a
descent conversation with someone just so it'd brighten her
day. There were a few customers, but they wanted to be
alone...

.....At the sound of the tavern door opening though, Vanora
turned to see Drake and Linnette enter the tavern. It was good
to see them both, though neither of them looked very happy
right now either. The red head decided not to enterfer just
yet, but wait to see what was going on...

Drake
 
"Just ask. For whatever." "I'll be there."


Linnette
 
"Er...I don't know how long this will take...it depends
how much there is to do."


Vanora raised an eyebrow as Drake indicated a table he'd be
sitting at, and Linnette moved to the bar, then toward the
kitchen. Something was not right, and Vanora aimed to find
out. Vanora moved with her arms full of plates and food ridden
cloths from the food fight, and went to the bar to dispose of
the dirty plates and mugs. After emptying her arms, she turned
to draw two more ales for the men directly behind her at the
counter, then wondered if Tristan would want another....She'd
have to ask. After deftly warding off the advances of one of
the men who had already had enough ale for breakfast, her eyes
turned toward Linnette as the young woman turned toward the
kitchen.

Stepping from behind the counter, Vanora finally approached
Linnette and Drake, greeting them both, 'Linnette? Drake? Is
there anything I can get you for breakfast?' She cast a glance
at Linnette as if wondering if there was something wrong. At
times like this, Vanora couldn't help kicking in her motherly
instincts.....









Brendyn

He moaned a bit as he moved to sit up a bit more at a
comfortable level. In his mind, Brendyn knew it had probably
been pushing it when he asked Tatiana if she loved him, but in
a job like his, it was always nice to know ahead of time in
case something happened, and he was no longer able to hear the
words from her, or any woman for that matter. Brendyn had to
laugh at the slight blush that rose on her cheeks...like the
color of a blushing pink rose...

Tatiana
 
"Yes, Brendyn. I do love you."


What women couldn't do to men...like making men feel as though
the world had vanished.... Damn it all! Brendyn broke the
Springtime thoughts and reminded himself he was still on
duty...but those foresty green eyes...or had they been deep
green? A thought came to him on how he could get back on duty,
but he needed to make sure that those around him including
Tatiana were occupied enough to allow him to leave the
infirmary and head back to work. The day was growing short and
there was still much to do. Brendyn seemed to vaguly recall
something one of his friends had once told him: 'If you don't
do it, no one else is going to do it for you, and whatever it
is you were suppose to do will still be waiting for you...'

His friends and his Commander. Brendyn felt a pang of guilt at
not having gone to evening prayer to remember them. Looking up
at Evana, the young man asked, "Could I have a cold drink of
water?" Brendyn gave the nun a charming smile. Evana reminded
him of his kind Aunt: Always firm and kind with soft hands and
a gentle face. "Tatiana, soon I have to go back on duty, but
tonight after my duties are done, I might be going to the
baths to wash up...." perhaps you'd like to meet me there?
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 9:08 am
Titrus


Titrus squatted in front of the woad girl and narrowed his
eyes.

Eala
 
mmm!


That was the only sound that came from her but Titrus’ eyes
widened when he clearly understood the girl’s mouth as she
moved her lips purposely, trying to communicate with him.

Food... I want food. I am hungry. Where is Neeria? Where have
you taken her? Do not hurt her.

“Food!” the Roman exclaimed.

“I will have it sent to you right away.”

Then he frowned and moved his own lips. “Near?” he said
scrunching his eyebrows together. “Near? Taking? Yes! The
place we are going, the place I am ‘taking you’ to is near.
It’s just up ahead and no, you will not be hurt. I swear it.”

Confident at his translation, Titrus rose again and walked to
the dungeon gates where Quintus was awaiting their arrival.

“Mornin’ Quintus!” Titrus greeted his friend, the centurion.
“I am returning this prisoner to your care. The elder is with
Commander Castus as is Captain Barbattus. I must go to meet
the captain now. The girl cannot speak but she can read your
lips if you speak slowly to her. I want her placed in the old
Roman cells – they are much better than the dungeons. Have one
of the boys fetch her some food and water, please, and I shall
return soon. Captain Barbattus has been ordered by Commander
Castus to ride out today so there will be a meeting of the
squads once I have received my orders, prior to his
departure.”

Titrus was quite confident that he was leaving the young woad
in capable hands with Quintus and he knew she would be safe
under his watchful eye of the prison. Titrus looked back over
his shoulder, still not able to shake the feeling that they
had been followed. Ridiculous, he thought, trying to shake the
feeling.

The lieutenant squatted once again and faced the girl.

“I must leave you now, but I will return later. Food will be
sent.”

The Roman locked eyes with the girl and held her gaze. The
child’s black eyes were wide and unblinking as she stared at
him. Titrus wished he knew what she was thinking. Without
breaking eye contact with her, Titrus touched the doll the
child carried at her side.

“Remember, she is your friend.”

The Roman touched the girl’s skinny shoulder and stood again.
Then he looked at Quintus and said, “You have your orders, my
man,” and walked back through the gate to meet Malcus.









Neeria

The dark knight smiled at Neeria and bowed to her, his shock
of curls bouncing about his head as he did so.

Lancelot
 
Princess - thank the gods I got to see your radiant
beauty once more. I think we belong in the same place.
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


Neeria batted her eyes at the First Knight like she'd done
before, after he winked at her, and said,

“You are chivalrous indeed, dark knight. I shall return your
clothing once I’m finished with them. I’m sure you will never
wash them again, lest you forget me.”

Then she puckered her lips at him, as in a kiss, and rolled
her eyes, turning her attention to Arthur. She was aware
however, that Lancelot had removed a dagger and was twirling
it gracefully between his large hands while glaring at her.

Neeria’s eyes widened as Arthur bore his stare into her. It
was as though his gaze penetrated right through her. She felt
the same chill slide down her back again as the commander
moved closer to her. Locked onto his stare, the woad’s eyes
slowly raised to the top of her head, tilting her head
backward as Arthur narrowed the distance between them. The
massive Roman towered over her. Something other than a chill
ran through Neeria, too, although she didn’t know what it was.
It was not fear - she did not fear him, that was not it, even
though he was the enemy. She was aroused by Arthur's presence,
but not in a sexual way. The feeling was more like awe. Yes,
the commander was awesome to her - powerful. Neeria was
confused by her feelings, but one thing she knew with
certainty was that she would never lead this half Britton to
her leader, Merlin, even if it meant her death. The woman
stared at his mouth when he spoke to her, the richness and
power of his voice reverberating in her ears.

Arthur
 
Do you recall the agreement between us? Hm?


“I do,” Neeria responded. Inexpicably, she was not hostile
toward Arthur and for that, she cursed herself as she
continued to stare at him. Subconsciously, the petite woman
pulled the blanket closer around her small frame, nervously.
She still was not afraid of Arthur, but yet she cowered. Her
mind raced, thinking about what was inevitably about to come.

Artorius
 
I have spared your life and thus kept my part of the
bargain


Arthur moved even closer to her, they were only a couple of
feet apart. Neeria could feel his presence. She tried to
control her breathing. He was so close to her, she had the
urge to touch him, but dared not to. Lifting her eyes upward
even further, she tried to raise her voice from the pit of her
stomach and control the quiver as she spoke.

“For that, I am grateful, Roman,” she said, “You have kept
your word and therefore I will keep mine. However, I do not
trust you. Nor any of you,” Neeria said, casting a hateful
glance at Malcus who smirked at her, then at Lancelot who was
still twirling his dagger.

Neeria narrowed her dark eyes at Arthur and felt the chill
betray her once more.

“The only one I trust is your scout. The one they call
‘Tris-tan’. I will lead you to Merlin, but only if you once
again guarantee my safety and only if you allow the scout to
ride also. I will not go otherwise.”
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Author: linnet
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 11:51 am
Mother Lavinia


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


Derfel
 
“I’ll see if I can find Saoirse for ya, Dag, Pardon me,
ma’am.”


Lavinia nodded toward the younger knight without really
looking at him. She knew him, but not as well as the
Sarmatians who had been occupying beds in her infirmary and
stealing the hearts of her healers for a decade. Derfel was
still a polite young man, but he was catching on and being
corrupted by the rougher knights all too fast.

The nun kept her sharp eyes on Bors, and quickly assessed that
it was his leg that was injured, and that he was in pain. “Lie
down and let me look at it,” she instructed. Taking a small
knife from a pocket in her habit, the nun cleanly slit the
knight’s trouser leg up to just past the wound. “I know,” she
said. “That pretty little red-head of yours will be angry, but
it was either this or have you take your pants off. I made an
executive decision.”

The wound was crudely stitched and becoming badly infected.
“Make sure he doesn’t go anywhere, Dagonet. I’ll be right
back,” Lavinia said over her shoulder as she bustled off to a
small closet to which she had the only key. In its dim light
she found a clean knife and sharp metal probe, disinfecting
medication, needle and thread, and bandages. She started to
leave, but turned back and grabbed a small bottle. Holding
everything in the folds of her habit’s outer covering, she
returned to Bors and set everything, including herself, on the
cot near his feet.

Lavinia handed the burly knight the small bottle. “Drink it
all,” she commanded. It contained what was probably the
strongest of drinkable spirits within all of Badon. She kept a
supply on hand, known only to herself, and used only at her
discretion, replenished as needed by talented monks of her
acquaintance. “Let me know when the bottle is empty, Bors, and
then grab hold of something. We’ll have this taken care of in
no time.”
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 12:07 pm
Mona


Badon Keep loomed in the rainy, foggy distance as Guinevere,
Connell and Mona crept silently through the woods. The
familiar odors of the fortress suddenly filled the air. The
smell of food cooking mixed with the unmistakable stench of
humanity, stale alcohol and animals, all thrown together in
one confined area, permeated the nearby wood where the three
rescuers hunkered down, undetected by the roving patrols.

Guinevere
 
We must search for a suitable hiding place


“Of course, princess,” Mona said, trying to keep the distaste
out of her voice.

All the while they’d been walking, Mona had been devising a
plan to overthrow Guinevere. Her opportunity would come soon,
of that she was sure.

“That copse of trees over there has significant brush,
Guinevere. It looks like an ideal spot from this vantage
point,” Mona suggested as she shrugged her shoulder, allowing
her quiver to slide off her back. Mona yawned and stretched
her long frame, shaking her legs and twisting her neck. She’d
become mildly stiff from carrying her load of weapons.

The day was cold and rainy. Perfect for a murder, she thought
to herself with a grin.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 1:30 pm
Alina


Kolya
 
"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... ? 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..."


Alina suddenly had such a burning need to protect Galahad from
Kolya's crude criticism, but reluctantly she kept her mouth
shut. She wasn't about to give Kolya the satisfaction of
hearing her defend him on such an intimate level. Galahad was
a considerate lover - there had never been anything wrong with
him. He at least knew what he wanted. Everything was wrong
with her. She had become flimsy and awkward, and she never
said or did the right things. The image of the confident woman
she used to be was a fleeting fancy; she felt so exposed, like
she was lying naked on the floor. This is who she was
now...she was broken.

Kolya's last comment threw her for a loop, and her baleful
gaze snapped towards him. What gave him the right to so
flippantly derogate her? She straightened her back, trying to
resurrect some of her pride. Her hand raised so quickly to
strike him across the face that it probably made his head
spin.

"I don't need you," she spat, her voice dripping with acid.

Alina bounded out into the rain, oblivious to whether or not
Kolya was following her. Her hands clutched either side of her
skirt, hoisting the material up a bit to keep herself from
tripping. Her dark, wavy hair and cloak whipped savagely out
behind her as she quickened her pace into a slow sprint toward
the tavern.









Cáel

Romanus
 
"What's your name and your purpose here, Sir?"


As he waited at the gate, Cáel took a few opportune moments to
cast a glance towards the trees. They were still, burdened
with the snows of winter, but something about them whispered
life. He felt watched by unseen eyes somewhere among the
boughs and brush, but it did not unnerve him. On the contrary,
it left him feeling quite curious, amused even. He gave a
sheepish shake of his head, deciding that perhaps this brand
of paranoia had simply been brought on by the drink. Trees
didn't have eyes...

"Oh hello, good sir!" Cáel chirped, his dark gaze meeting a
warm brown one from the other side of the gate. He pulled back
his hood to appear less suspicious, less menacing to the
guard, and shifted Betelgeuse side-ways so to peer more
closely at the man through the peep-hole. "I am
called...Gabriel."

There was a mischievous glint in his eye, but his warm,
inviting tone masked it with distraction.

"I return from Eburacum, where I went to sell fine jewelry to
raise money for medicine for my ill wife - she and my two
daughters live here at the fortress," he added convincingly,
his voice smooth as silk.
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Author: SarmatianKnight
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 1:35 pm
Lucius


A gorgeous red head. Good. Lucius left the little group to go
and find that Saoirse. How difficult could it be to find a
gorgeous red head?

Very difficult he had to admit after a few minutes. Not what
he had expected. First he tried to look around and find her on
his own but soon he gave up because it would take too long and
he did not want to make his new friend Derfel or the wounded
man, Dagonet, wait longer than necessary. He had the feeling
that they wanted to talk to Saoirse as soon as possible -
whoever she was. So he changed his strategy in his latest
duty: he asked. The first woman apologised because she did not
know someone with that name, the second one just shrugged her
shoulders and hurried to help a man in pain, and the third one
glared at him. He made sure to add quickly a "pardon me!" to
his question before he left to try his luck again. Somewhere.
Somehow.

While he still tried to figure out what would be the fastest
and most effective way to find that unknown woman, he had made
his way to the back of the building where the storage rooms
were. He looked at the door and shook his head, turning to
leave. Probably he should ask someone outside of the
infirmary. But he stopped after a few steps. He would not have
been the dutiful and obedient soldier he was would he not have
checked every possibility. So... the door was opened a few
seconds later by Lucius just to hear silent crying.

"Hello?" he asked, entering the room and closing the door
carefully behind him. Just then he spotted a bright red strand
of hair. "I cannot tell if you are gorgeous but... are you
Saoirse? Maybe?" There was a hint of hesitation in his voice
while he eyed the crying woman. He tried to offer her an
encouraging smile and find out if she was alright, waiting for
her answer.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 2:52 pm
Drake


Drake felt silly. He felt like he was one of those crafty
bounty hunters that hid behind a mask and never let anyone
know their true motives, feelings or intentions. The
saddlebags felt heavy on his shoulders so he slung it down to
carry it by his side, awkwardly bumping off his legs as he
stepped backwards towards the seat he had gestured to.

Linnette
 
"Er...I don't know how long this will take...it depends
how much there is to do."


He nodded his head, not giving away anything about his
intentions to stay there waiting for her regardless of how
long she was going to take. He gave her a wan smile as she
stepped away, smiling back at him before he turned and made to
walk to his table. It felt all very secretive and subterfuge,
this secret intention to stay by her side and ensure her
safety. Drake didn't like to think of Linnette braeking down
and crying on her own somewhere like she had been on the
wall... but he didn't like the idea of it being someone else
who found her and held her either... strange how that spark of
jealousy reared it's head so suddenly and inappropriately.

Vanora
 
'Linnette? Drake? Is there anything I can get you for
breakfast?'


He had only gone about two paces when he heard Vanora speak
behind him. Drake turned with an almost guilty lift to his
dark eyebrows. His green eyes skitted to Linnette and then to
Vanora quickly before he composed himself, clearing his throat
gruffly. He nodded, turning to fling is saddlebags to the
floor where he intended to sit and then waved his hand
non-chalantly.

"Whatever you've got." he murmured, turning his back to her
and walking to his table where he slumped down, edging his way
back on the bench as he settled in for the long haul.









Catherine

Catherine was not a selfish woman. She took pride and joy in
seeing her actions please another. Normally that was done with
a price-tag attached and the 'doing' was a more physical
thing. To see Gawain's face light up with interest and
amusement at someting Catherine had to say was most unusual.
The whore found herself smiling more genuinely, more
intensely, her entire presence seemed lighter, brighter, more
buoyant as she looked from the coin to Gawain's face. Oh he
was not ecstatic! But he was interested. And who had ever been
interested in her elephants and leopards before?

Gawain
 
“No. I can’t take it, It belongs to you.”


The blonde looked down at his thick fingers, grubby and
gritty, next to her perfectly rounded fingernails. She could
see the sparkle of silver beneath his fingertips and smiled.
That coin had travelled half way across the known world, had
passed through numerous hands and survived countless battles -
yet it still looked in cleaner physical shape than this
Sarmatian was. Catherine was unwilling to take the coin back
just yet, keeping her hand over Gawain's fingers as she
glanced up at him again.

Gawain
 
“Catherine, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I’d never
harm you. You keep it for now, Let it remind you to tell
me more about Carthage sometime soon, and to show me
where it is on one of Arthur’s real maps. And I think we
need to figure out what the rest of that elephant must
look like.”


The softness in his eyes and his tone was most unusual.
Catherine found enough strange in his sincerity that it made
her blush! It colored her pale cheeks the prettiest shade of
pink and she chewed the inside of her lip, looking at the coin
he handed back to her. Her heart swelled at the thought of
looking at Arthur's maps again! She had thought that that
particular generosity would be hard to win back. But it seemed
Gawain was an honest heart, a decent soul.

The whore pursed her lips, looking critically at Gawain though
amusement colored her hazy green eyes and lilted her sing-song
voice even more so.

"Ok. I'll mind it only until we can talk more about it. Then I
expect you to receive it as a gift. It would ... " Catherine
paused, she looked at the coin now in her hand where it looked
so much bigger than it had in Gawain's. She hoped that the
next words she spoke would be taken in their most chaste and
unsexual of translations - though she was worried, considering
her earlier demonstrations, that the knight may not make the
distinction. "It would please me if you did so. I don't often
get a chance to make gifts to people." Catherine said, then
rolld her green eyes at herself - "Goodness, I must come
across as the strangest person you've ever met!" she laughed
gently at how silly her wishes seemed in that moment. Wanting
to give him a gift of a coin because it would please her...
how bloody strange!

Catherine knew it would not please her mother when she found
out about the missing coin....

Dropping her hands, Catherine bit her bottom lip and looked up
smiling at Gawain. She dipped a half-curtsey to him, inclining
her head primly as she rose back up again.









Kolya

The slap did take him off-guard. His head whipped to one side
and his eyes bulged before snapping back towards the hissing
woman. It didn't have the precise effect Alina hoped for.
Kolya was not aroused by violence, hardly! But the strong
emotion, the vehemence, the sheer thrust of blood through his
veins because of her anger, because of how he knew he could
turn that anger to passion with little to no-effort... !

Alina
 
"I don't need you,"


Kolya wheezed a gruff laugh and shook his head to steady his
mind before he launched after her. He trotted forward a few
steps, his hand reaching for her elbow automatically, not
thinking about what he was going to do until he felt teh
warmth of her skin beneath his palm. Kolya was not gentle as
he whipped Alina around. He was also not observant as he
whirled her around, his burning blue eyes looking down into
her furious, wet face, his smirk wide and lopsided.

"No - but you know damn well you want me, Alina." he whispered
hoarsely to her, his head dipping to press his lips to her
knowing that he risked losing alot of blood and possibly
consciousness by the action. He wrapped his other arm about
her waist, hauling her in against his hard body and crushing
his mouth to hers, halting her initial wriggles before letting
her react... but he was ready for whatever blows were
inevitable.







Galahad

Galahad felt rather giddy with amusement as he watched Gawain
take the whore by the elbow and drag her into a doorway. He
was just squeeking a delighted laugh when he realised that er
... they weren't in the doorway for what one usually went into
a doorway with a whore for. His smile remained but it became
puzzled, his youthful face scrunched in puzzlement as they
kept their hands close together. They were talking, Galahad
could not hear anything over the drizzling rain however. He
was puzzled by this odd behaviour from a whore and from his
brother. It wasn't really Gawain's modus operandi ... and what
about Brianna anyways?!

The Sarmatian was taking a few steps backwards when he did
hear noises from behind. Not loud, but the wind was blowing
from that direction so it carried. The splash of feet. He
sniffed, turning to throw a casual glance towards the noise
and was looking away from it when he realised it was Alina.
His head whipped back around however because he could have
sworn that she was kissing...

"What the ... !" Galahad murmured under his breath, his mouth
then hung open wide as he stared at his lover in another man's
arms. Ok... ok, so he had not been perfect in fidelity,
Galahad admitted, but this... this?!?! And who was that guy?!
The blue-eyed Sarmatian puffed up his chest, about to stalk
over towards the two and demand answers but .. he flinched.
Gritting his teeth, he hurried over to another doorway,
nowhere near Gawain and the whore and just watched... to see
what would happen. He felt a rather sharp pain in the centre
of his chest though, a stinging in the backs of his eyes. And
something else, something that clicked in his senses but did
not commute well to his brain just yet.

Something about Alina's odd behaviour.









Saoirse

How long could she spend crying for the death of a man she had
barely known?! Saoirse had her resting over her bent knees,
her arms crossed over the back of her head to try and cover
the sounds of her sobbing. It was so silly - so bloody silly
that she sat in a storeroom crying her heart out when Dagonet
lay inside alone. She wanted to go to him right now but knew
it was a bad idea when she looked so... so ... bad. The red
head momentarily wished for Rafe then - wished that he would
come along and give her a good kick up the arse to remind her
of who she was.

When had she become this wilting figure on the ground? When
had she become so dependant on anyone but herself? Why did
someone else's hurt damage her more than her own? Why did
Dagonet losing is son hurt her more than leaving her own
daughter behind knowing she might never see her again?

The red head was unaware of a presence in the room until his
shadow changed the light in the little cave between her legs
and face and hands.

Lucius
 
"Hello? I cannot tell if you are gorgeous but... are you
Saoirse? Maybe?"


His words made no sense. Except the last bit. Her name.
Frustrated and intensely embarrassed to be found in such a
sorry state, Saoirse sniffed loudly but did not lift her head.

"Wha' are ye bloody talkin' abou'?" she muttered, her voice
muted and muffled because she did not even move her hands. She
wanted to stay there longer, feeling the deep ravine of hurt
and pain still gape inside her small body. But she was found
now, wasn't she? Sniffing again, Saoirse lifted her head,
pressing her spread fingers to her forehead as she stared at
her damp knees. Her blue eyes flickered to the man's boots and
she frowned.

They were well kept boots.

Her eyes narrowed and she looked up into his smiling face, a
hopeful yet uncertain smile.

Saoirse snorted and licked her lips.

"I am she - now wha' of it? If yer lookin' fer a healer an'
someone sent ye t'me ye may go right back the way ye came an'
ferget tha' person as a friend cause they certainly musn't
like ye if they'd send ye lookin' fer me." she muttered, her
words trailing off towards the end as she sniffed once more,
raking a hand back through her hair.









Romanus

Romanus was not cut out for this guard duty thing. Oh he was
being trained day and night, and everyone that worked with him
drilled it into his head about protocol, about not trusting
people's words because people lied. And yes, people could lie
whilst smiling too. But Romanus was a trusting man - a man
with a trusting heart and a curious mind. When the man looked
in through the hole at him, the guard's eyebrow lifted but he
felt a swell of excitement when he saw teh mischievious glint
in this man's eyes. There was a man who lived for the moment
by the looks of it...

Cael
 
"Oh hello, good sir! I am called...Gabriel. I return
from Eburacum, where I went to sell fine jewelry to
raise money for medicine for my ill wife - she and my
two daughters live here at the fortress,"


Hmmm...

Romanus' initial reaction would have been one of 'throw open
the gates and big hugs for returning in one piece' , but his
training... the training. His brown eyes looked upwards
without his head moving though he could only hear the boots of
his superior up there. Romanus knew that he would be in big
trouble if he just let the man in. So he sighed and peered
back through the peephole, meeting the bright gaze of the man
on the other side.

"Eburacum eh? How'd you manage to avoid all those angry woads
Mr Gabriel?" Romanus said but his voice was too strained, his
tone too practised that it just sounded silly. And Romanus
knew it too. He rolled his brown eyes and shut the peep-hole.
The gate clanged and clunked and finally opened. Romanus
stepped out and closed it up behind him, narrowing his brown
eyes on the traveller, looking him up and down.

"Listen, friend, there's been an attack here and I have to
make it look like I'm being as tight as a duck's arse with
regards to who I let traipse in here so eh... let's say we
just have a bit of a chat here, you show me ome of what you
got in them there bags, some the jewellery and things, and
after a while I can just let you on in... hmm?" he spoke
quietly, hopefully, smiling from ear to ear. He had a few
coins on him now - he could buy a necklace for Siobhan back
home in Ireland... she'd like that!
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 3:28 pm
Linnette


Vanora
 
"Linnette? Drake? Is there anything I can get you for
breakfast?"


Drake
 
"Whatever you've got."


Drake slunk away from them, over to the table, shoulders
drooped gloomily, and Linnette snuck a glance over at him, to
see him sliding, slumped, onto the bench. He seemed deflated,
completely without that trace of humor that had been there
when they had been discussing ages and the proper definition
of 'old'. Really, though, he looked much like Linnette herself
felt, thinking ahead to the accounts waiting for her in her
office, and with the loss of Gedeon an ever-present, raw ache
in her heart. She turned back to Vanora, sighing sadly, and
set her better hand lightly on the other woman's elbow,
guiding her off in the direction of the kitchens, their backs
to Drake, so that they could talk as they walked.

"I'm not eating...I'm going to try to work for a bit."
Linnette sniffed a little as she felt her nose filling up
again. Damn it. A part of her thought that maybe she should
try to have some food, but just like earlier this morning, the
thought of eating anything was completely without appeal. Even
though her legs were beginning to feel just a touch watery,
the kind of weakness that came with fasting, she felt no
sensation she could identify as hunger. Nothing seemed in the
least bit appetizing at all.

But it wouldn't be the same for Drake. On sudden impulse,
Linnette dug into the small pouch at her belt and pulled out a
coin, easily enough for a meal and a little more.

"That man back there...Drake Octavius, the trainer?" She gave
a jerk of her head over her shoulder to indicate Drake without
really looking at him.

"He...he's been very kind to me." Another sniff, the
despairing memory of how she had mindlessly pummeled the wall,
for no good reason at all. She ducked her head and swallowed
and paused a moment, mastering herself from crying again. Her
left hand ached abominably- and Gedeon, Gedeon was still gone
and not coming back.

"Get him something nice. Some of the good wine, maybe? And
don't tell him it's from me. Please." Linnette reached over
for Vanora's hand and pressed the coin in, folding the other
woman's fingers over it determinedly, with enough firmness
that, she hoped, there was no chance it would be refused. She
didn't want to linger- tears were beading in the corners of
her eyes again and her throat felt constricted and choked.
Gazing determinedly at the floor, the better to hide her
tears, Linnette dropped Vanora's hand and took a determined
stride in the direction of her office, on the other side of
the kitchen and the stairwell.








Centurion Quintus

Titrus
 
“Mornin’ Quintus! I am returning this prisoner to your
care. The elder is with Commander Castus as is Captain
Barbattus. I must go to meet the captain now. The girl
cannot speak but she can read your lips if you speak
slowly to her. I want her placed in the old Roman cells
– they are much better than the dungeons. Have one of
the boys fetch her some food and water, please, and I
shall return soon. Captain Barbattus has been ordered by
Commander Castus to ride out today so there will be a
meeting of the squads once I have received my orders,
prior to his departure.”


"Aye, sir." Quintus replied stolidly and reached out for the
girl's shoulder, stepping out of the doorway to do so. His
pose was not nearly so paternal as Titrus's had been- he just
stood behind the small girl, one heavy hand on her shoulder,
as Titrus squatted and gave her a few reassuring words. As the
lieutenant stood up, though, and Quintus began to turn to
guide the girl firmly back into the dungeons- young or no, she
was a prisoner and, in Quintus's opinion, shouldn't be coddled
too much- he spotted a man, or rather a lad, standing in the
entrance to the nearest alley, frozen in a wary pose, watching
the whole tableau (Milan ).

"What are you looking at?" the Centurion snarled in his
direction, tightening his grip automatically on the girl's
shoulder.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 3:40 pm
Eala


Eala watched his lips move as he spoke, becoming more
accostomed to it as the time went on. He was answering her
questions, understanding them as the came silently from her
lips. He misunderstood one question, not realising she asked
for 'Neeria' and cared not whether her cell was near or not.
Her dark eyes flickered to the silent man in looking at her
and she tilted to the side, looking around Titrus curiously at
him. The guard tapped her doll and Eala wrinkled her nose,
looking down at it.

He said something about 'friend' and Eala assumed that he was
telling her that he was her friend. She didn't like that idea
- not at all.

He was Roman. She hated Romans. She only didn't bite him
because he had taken the chains off of her.

The little blonde had convinced herself of as much ... that
was until Titrus walked away, leaving her with this stranger.

Eala's gasp was sudden and betrayed. She suddenly went rigid,
the action hurting her wounded shoulder and making all the
bruises and bumps on her body ache as she tensed all her
muscles. She looked over her shoulder as she was led away,
startled and momentarily disabled by surprise.

He was just leaving her?! Eala grit her teeth and turned her
head quickly, taking a snap at the hand on her shoulder before
turning to run after Titrus. She fell. Her body was weaker
than she had thought, her legs slightly shaky and the ground
unfamiliar. She banged her chin on the ground, muckying up her
tunic as the rain splattered against her back. Eala made to
scramble to her feet but when her eyes lifted she saw the
pale-faced man still there, looking on.

It was enough of a pause to get her 'caught' again.

Eala parted her lips to cry out in protest, her hand wrapping
around the doll which she used to hit the man. The dolls soft
body was no weapon though - so Eala just ended up on her back,
squirming and hitting the man, essentially, with a cushion.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 4:25 pm
Titrus


Just as Titrus walked back out of the prison gates, he spotted
a young man standing off in the shadows of an alleyway,
watching.

Quintus
 
What are you looking at?


The centurion yelled at the boy before Titrus had the chance.
The lieutenant recognized the young man but could not place
his name.

"Oy, boy! Do you have business here?" Titrus snapped.
"Shouldn't you be somewhere right now?" he yelled as he moved
toward the young man.

Suddenly Titrus heard the prisoner growl, then what sounded
like a scuffle break out behind him. As he turned, he saw the
girl take a step in his direction, lose her footing and fall
face-first in the mud. The frightened girl tried to get up,
but as she did, Quintus grabbed her shoulder - her injured
shoulder - again. His efforts got him viciously assaulted with
the doll Titrus had given the wild woad child.

"Hey!" the lieutenant yelled out, momentarily forgetting about
the boy and hurrying back to assist Quintus. Titrus remembered
the squirmish in the cell all too well. He also suddenly
remembered the child couldn't hear him. Titrus rushed over to
the girl, now slippery with mud, and more or less tackled the
child around the waist and scooped her small frame up into his
arms. The woad girl squirmed and wiggled and kicked, trying to
break his tackle but Titrus held on to her until he could turn
her around to face him. When the girl saw realized who held
her, she calmed - slightly. The woad made grunts and moans,
snarling at Titrus.

"Do not fight me!" he yelled at her, knowing she could not
hear him yet still feeling the need to scream at her. His
adrenaline was pumping and he was fighting for control of
himself.

"Do-not-fight-me!" he yelled again. "I don't want to hurt you
but I will shackle you again if I have to. You must go with
him. I will be back later! Now go!" Titrus said to the girl as
slowly as he could. But his patience was running thin. What he
really wanted to do was pick her skinny ass up and throw her
in a cell - be done with her. The lieutenant was tired and it
was nearing meal time - something he'd missed early that
morning - his stomach reminded him.

Titrus grabbed the skinny wrist that held the doll.

"Don't do that again!" he said, admonishing the girl again,
pointing to Quintus. "Don't fight him!"

"Shackle her if she bites or fights you. Call another guard if
you must." Titrus said to the centurion, calming himself
finally.

Titrus looked at the girl again. She was seething - her black
eyes burning a hole into him, her teeth bared.

He wanted to say he was sorry she was being treated this way.
But he was an officer in the Roman Army and she was the enemy.
Yeah, right.

She's a child, he heard Deeta's voice again.

"I will return," he mouthed to her, releasing her wrist and
handing her back to Quintus.

This time when he left through the gates, he didn't turn back.
He eyed the young man who stood there but kept walking.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 4:31 pm
Tatiana


Brendyn
 
"Tatiana, soon I have to go back on duty, but tonight
after my duties are done, I might be going to the baths
to wash up...."


"Yea, I think I might need to be going to the baths too as
working in the stables can get one quite dirty, especially
with all the animals, stalls, hay and what not." Tati
commented musingly. "Perhaps we'll be able to meet each other
over there?" She suggested to him with a questioningly tilt of
her head.

Hearing his unexpected laughter warmed the young stable girl,
causing a shy smile to appear as well as slightly deepen her
blush and cause her eyes to become a malachite green in
response to it.

Perhaps there's a way to hear more of his laughter, too?

"How are you feeling, Bren? Any better?" Tati asked, her small
fingers still intertwined with his much bigger ones.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 6:49 pm
Lancelot


Lancelot cocked an eyebrow as he continued to hold his dirk in
his slender fingers, his grip solid as ice. He would be ready
should the girl try anything.

Neeria
 
“You are chivalrous indeed, dark knight. I shall return
your clothing once I’m finished with them. I’m sure you
will never wash them again, lest you forget me.”


The Sarmatian barked a hard laugh. Oh, this one had cheek. He
liked that! Probably not a good thing, as she and her people
were not to be trusted. But, all the same, he pulled a face
when she pursed her lips in a kiss at him. "My love, if you
feel that way, perhaps we can speak later. Privately." He
pointed at her with his dagger, his grin as wickedly sharp as
the blade he held in steady hands.

His playful demeanor changed abruptly back to that of warrior
and current - albeit "unofficial" - first knight and waited to
see what Arthur would tell her. Likely something that would
get him hurt, no doubt.

Arthur
 
"I have spared your life and thus kept my part of the
bargain."


Neeria
 
“For that, I am grateful, Roman. You have kept your word
and therefore I will keep mine. However, I do not trust
you. Nor any of you. The only one I trust is your scout.
The one they call ‘Tris-tan’. I will lead you to Merlin,
but only if you once again guarantee my safety and only
if you allow the scout to ride also. I will not go
otherwise.”


Trusting Tristan? That was interesting. Lancelot twitched his
dark eyes to Arthur's face and tried to catch the commander's
gaze. What in the fuck, Artos? His expression shared his
thoughts - he hoped. Arthur could read him like no other - or
was that in the past?

He eyed the girl again, as well, taking in her lean
countenance, her dirty face, her half-dressed body that showed
her experience with war.

"I really think you're in no position to bargain, my sweet,"
Lancelot said, his voice clipped and serious, a complete
opposite to the way it had been. "I'd say we hold the winning
cards. Or dice. I'm not sure what your game is," he added,
shrugging casually, that same dangerous smile beginning to
play about his face.

"Just know that no matter Arthur's kindness - I am not so
trusting. Neither is Tristan. You might be wise to do as the
'Roman' says...you may live longer that way."
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 7:49 pm
Milan


Milan didn't follow when the soldier led the little girl away.
Instead he lingered in the alleyway - close enough to
speculate, but far enough away to still flee if something
threatening decided to bound his way. He narrowed his blues
eyes, brow furrowing, and his nose wrinkling up in curiosity.
There was something about this whole situation that was not
sitting right with him. He suddenly felt sickened when he
realized where that man had intended to take the child - to
the dungeons. Milan crouched beside a wall, his palm flat
against the wet surface, the other hand holding his coat
around him as he tried to control the lurching feeling in the
pit of his stomach. A shiver ran through him when he thought
about the undeserving horrendous treatment he had received
while in that deep, dark pit. He shook his head to himself in
incomprehension - what could that little girl have possibly
done that was so terrible that she'd be taken to such a
merciless, dreadful place? What kind of men were these
soldiers to condemn her to such a dismal fate? Involuntarily,
Milan thought of Fleur - the cheerful little girl who had
befriended him unconditionally - and how appalled he would've
been had she been in Eala's place. No matter what the
black-eyed girl had done, this was not right. It couldn't be
right.

Quintus & Titrus
 
"What are you looking at?

Oy, boy! Do you have business here? Shouldn't you be somewhere right now?"


Milan had been so deep in thought, he hadn't realized when the
first man had called out that he had been snarling at him.
When the second man stepped in - the one that had been walking
with the blonde girl - Milan instinctively flinched back onto
his feet and warily took a few steps back. He noticed the girl
was watching him in silence, and for the briefest of moments,
Milan's uncertain, saddened blue gaze locked with hers. Titrus
began strolling in his direction then, seething, causing Milan
to turn about and finally flee. He was taking no chances.
Never would he wish to be returned to the dungeons, to be
forced back into that...Hell.
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