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May 2008
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golden_trillium

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Author: lady ione
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 8:27 pm
Vanora


Vanora smiled as the man slung the saddle bag down to the
floor. The least Drake was willing to have a good meal before
he went on his duties for the day. Not that the tavern had a
whole lot, but she was sure she could find something or
other...

Drake
 
"Whatever you've got."


Well, it wasn't the happiest voice she had ever heard, and her
eyes watched him as he went over to the table where he had
left his saddle bag, and sort of slumped down as he made his
way back to the bench where he sat down as though resigned to
stay for a bit. Vanora's eyebrow raised as she looked at
Linnette who let out a sigh, and it was not until Vanora felt
Linnette's hand on her elbow when she noticed the other one
was wrapped up. Gedeon would be missed greatly, and it was odd
not seeing him here with Linnette. Vanora looked back up at
the young woman, then at Drake who was waiting patiently for
his food. What had happened to the young woman's hand? Vanora
felt Linnette guide her with her so that they could talk she
supposed...

Linnette
 
"I'm not eating...I'm going to try to work for a bit."


The red head frowned as Linnette sniffled, and remembered what
Bors had told her about Gedeon. The poor thing! Vanora could
not imagine her life without Bors, though sometimes he was a
pain in the rear, he still loved her and she him. 'Very well,
dear. I will have cook make you something when you are ready
to eat, but Drake looks a bit hungry right now...men always
are...just don't you forget to eat, okay?' Vanora kept her
voice low so the conversation could just be between them. Just
as they reached the kitchen door, she saw Linnette take out a
small pouch, take out a coin and placed it in Vanora's hand,
folding her fingers over the coin...

Linnette
 
"That man back there...Drake Octavius, the trainer?"
"He...he's been very kind to me." "Get him something
nice. Some of the good wine, maybe? And don't tell him
it's from me. Please."


Vanora nodded at Linnette's request. She figured there had to
be another amphorae of wine in the cellar where it could be
kept cool. Before Vanora could say anything else, Linnette
looked down at the floor in sadness, dropped her hand that now
held the coin, and disappeared across the kitchen and toward
her office. Vanora stood there for a moment and looked down at
the coin in her now opened hand, then ordered the cook to make
the best breakfast he could while she went to get the wine
from the cellar....

Moments later, she came back up with a nice cold amphorae of
wine and poured Drake a good mug full of the fluid just as the
cook dished up the breakfast of a slab of meat, eggs, fresh
bread and fruit. Nodding to the cook, Vanora went back up
front, moved through the tavern to where Drake waited, and
placed the food and drink in front of the glum looking man.

"Here ya go, Drake," Vanora offered a smile. Wiping her hands
on her apron, she looked at the man, and asked softly, 'Drake,
what happened to Linnette's hand?" She decided to start with
an icebreaker, and if he wanted to talk, he could do so. But
the way he looked, Vanora felt it best that she not push the
matter unless the need arose. "Is there anything I and Bors
can do?"

She wanted also to make it a point of talking with Linnette
once she was done talking to Drake. Linnette was going through
a hard time, and Vanora wanted to help in anyway, she or Bors
could....
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Author: linnet
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 8:48 pm

Gawain


Catherine’s reaction to Gawain’s request to let the coin
remind her to tell him more, had the knight baffled. She
blushed. He had no idea why, but the soft pink that rose to
her cheeks pleased him. He doubted that even the most skilled
actor would be able to blush by force of will. She was letting
him see her bright natural self. It was captivating and
strangely enough, somehow innocent. He couldn’t help but smile
even though he felt that she was a bit baffled by him as well.
At least it seemed he had convinced her that she needn’t be
afraid of him.

Catherine
 
"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 ...
It would please me if you did so. I don't often get a
chance to make gifts to people."


Gawain saw no sign of the tempting whore in Catherine now, and
didn’t even realize that her talk of ‘gifts’ could refer to
her whoring. It was only when she rolled her eyes in
embarrassed self-mockery that he understood and laughed
lightly at her exaggerated expression. He couldn’t imagine why
she would want to give him a gift, and was relieved that she'd
taken the coin back. He’d never be able to accept something so
valuable from her, but he’d deal with that if the time came
later. For the moment, he wanted to do nothing that might
spoil her mood.

Catherine
 
"Goodness, I must come across as the strangest person
you've ever met!"


Gawain just studied her a moment, cocking his head to one side
and scratching at his untidy wet hair. “Maybe so,” he finally
said with just a trace of teasing in his voice and eyes. “But
that’s far from being a bad thing.” And then she did something
totally unexpected. She curtsied and bowed her head
gracefully. Again he was confounded. No woman had ever done
that. It was a gesture of respect, reserved for the important.
He looked at her with a puzzled smile, thinking that indeed
she was wonderfully strange.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 9:00 pm
Brendyn


With a heavy sigh, Brendyn began plotting in his mind how he
could get out of this infirmary for even though Evana had
taken good care of him, he was not use to all of the coddling
and such. As much as he liked Tatiana's attentions on him, he
felt himself becoming tense. Brendyn liked her, and loved her
as a friend....it was far too soon for a relationship, and
besides what if he died in battle leaving her alone and...with
child. He was young and wanted to explore other facets of
"life" as well as his duties at this new fort. Tatiana was the
first friend he had made besides Gawain, Galahad, Derfel and
the rest which he had met after the battle...Quintus, Titrus
and Malcus. Arthur. those were the men who he felt would shape
his training and ways of thinking here...shape him into the
type of soldier any Commander would be proud of. Brendyn was
glad he had made such good friends. All of them unique in
their own way, though he could not forget his friends...

Tatiana
 
"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." "Perhaps we'll be able to meet each other over
there?"


Brendyn gave her a smile, "Well, horse smell or not, I still
think you are pretty." He sighed and left his fingers play
with the blanket. His friends...morning prayer? He wondered if
he had missed it, though most were given at dawn, and at the
setting of the sun...but then the God he knew was never picky
as to when one could pray. "We'll have to see what kind of
mood I am in when I get off duty. As it is, I think I would
like to make up the time on duty that I spent in here...I
don't like to be confined to a bed when there is work to be
done." Brendyn sighed impatiently feeling totally useless
right now...and restless. He worried about what was going on
with the woad prisoners and just what was going on in
general...

But he had to rest.

Tatiana
 
"How are you feeling, Bren? Any better?"


Brendyn beamed at Evana, "100% better thanks to this
remarkable nun...She did better than most." He left go of
Tatiana's hand , and smiled while the plot began to
form...that nasty nun...if I am alright, she could not
possibly want me any in here taking up bed space...perfect!
now all I have to do is get her attention...She, I am sure
hates me enough to want to rid my presence from her....
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Tue May 20, 2008 10:54 pm
Cáel


Romanus
 
"Eburacum eh? How'd you manage to avoid all those angry
woads Mr Gabriel?"


Who? Oh, Gabriel! He was Gabriel. Cáel gave an amused snort at
his own absentmindedness.

"Eburacum - indeed. A great city of prospect," Cáel certified
enthusiastically. He stroked his chin quizzically then, his
brow furrowing in thought. "Woads, you say?"

The man plucked through his memory, trying to recollect
everything Gabriel had ever told him about his homeland. He
had spoken of these Woad creatures to Cáel before.
Blue-painted demons of sorts...they lived in the trees...OH,
OF COURSE! It all made sense now.

"Oh, of course. The Woads," Cáel said, with a serious nod. He
folded his hands in front of him, palms against the saddle,
and shrugged sheepishly. "Pure luck - I'm sure, friend."

Romanus
 
"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?"


The guard closed the peep-hole, but Cáel just shifted back
comfortably into his saddle and waited patiently. Soon, the
gate creaked and groaned open, the soldier slipping outside.
The Goth smirked confidently and deftly dismounted Betelgeuse,
giving the steed a companionable pat to the neck as he met
Romanus face-to-face. He was young, but boyishly handsome.
There was a naivety about him, an innocence almost, and his
large doe brown eyes were sure to bowl young ladies over left
and right. Perhaps young lads, as well - Cáel was undecided as
to which Romanus preferred. At any rate, this was all but too
easy.

Gaining access to Badon was like taking candy from a baby. No
wonder they had been attacked, with soldiers like Romanus on
duty, the Goth internally mused.

"You like pretty things, do you, lad?" Cáel wondered, with a
crooked smile and turned to rummage through one of his saddle
bags. He hadn't brought much with him from Eburacum, but he
had brought few lovely trinkets back, for this specific
reason. Cáel retrieved a cloth wrap and unfolded it, revealing
a smashing ring with Celtic markings about the band. "What do
you think of this then?"









Alina

Kolya
 
"No - but you know damn well you want me, Alina."


What? No, no! She didn't want him - she had to believe that.
There would be no hope for her and Galahad otherwise. She
couldn't want both of them because she couldn't keep both of
them. It just didn't work that way. How could anyone try to
love another when it was someone they had to share?

She felt Kolya's hand on her elbow, and struggled to free
herself, even as he whipped her around to face him. Her palms
went to his chest to push herself away, but he slipped an arm
around her waist and effortlessly molded her body to his. She
lifted her chin defiantly, the internal struggle she possessed
evident in her dark eyes. Alina continued to writhe in
opposition as he pulled her off her feet, suspending her
against him in his forceful embrace and thoughtlessly crushed
his lips to hers. Her efforts were futile - she was like a rag
doll in the jaws of a wolf.

Finally he released his hold on her, and her feet sunk into
the mucky ground, mud and grime splashing onto her dress. She
tugged to get away, but his arm was still around her tiny
waist. She huffed out an aggravated sigh, halting her
fruitless struggling. Her wavy locks painted damp waves around
her face and neck as her baleful gaze lifted to meet his.

"You think you just know everything, Kolya. You don't know
everything! Not every woman swoons at your feet! Not every
woman wants to be with you!" she exclaimed, balled fists
hammering twice against his broad chest. Alina would rather be
damned than to admit to him in that moment that just maybe he
was right. He was no good for her. "You can't just kiss me as
you please and expect that it'll make everything better! It
doesn't work that way!"









Ash

The whole cat-and-mouse bit was starting to get really, really
old. Ash was astounded at how effortlessly he had kept his
impatience under wraps - up until now, that was. Now, he just
wanted to kill someone - preferably the soldier that had been
holding Eala captive - and get the hell out.

He trailed them from a distance, playing the gloominess of the
day to his advantage, stealthily stalking them like a predator
on the prowl. At one point the soldier halted and glanced
around suspiciously, causing Ash to sink into full shadow and
wait. There was a boy nearby, speculating, and Ash nearly had
the urge to go over and gut him just for looking in Eala's
direction. But, there wasn't time, and Ash reluctantly left
him alone to follow the other two. It didn't take the Woad
long to realize where the soldier was taking her - to the
Roman dungeons he had heard Guinevere talk about before - a
vile, wicked place where most prisoners never emerged from
again alive.

This was it. He was out of time. He had to get Eala out of
there and soon - her life depended on it, and probably his,
too.

Ash huffed out a pitiful sound, his eyes reluctant, sorrowful,
as he watched his comrade being taken into custody. The
soldier who had brought her was leaving now. Ash hid behind a
barrel, his eyes filled with untapped rage, his body seething
with the thought of vengeance. As soon as it was safe, Ash
began to make his way in the direction of the side gate. He
had made the decision to allow Guinevere and the others to
deal with Neeria - he had no idea where she had been taken now
anyway. His heart was in taking back Eala. Neeria was by no
means expendable, but to him, Eala's life was more important -
she had more to live for.

Noon. The timing was nearly perfect. The guards atop the wall
would be weary, nigh alert. Soon they be relieved of duty, so
Ash knew he had to act quickly. He went to the side gate,
crouching among the debris before it as his dark gaze
scrutinized the soldiers' movements above. They seemed to be
in deep conversation - or argument - giving Ash the
distraction he needed to get the gate ajar. He wedged himself
between the small opening, his eyes scanning the trees for any
sign of the others. Hunkering down, Ash slipped his knife from
his boot, extending his arm and angling the blade until it
caught a glimmer of sunlight through a break in the clouds.
After a few minutes, he pulled back, disappearing back inside
again. The signal had been cast.
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Author: SarmatianKnight
Date: Wed May 21, 2008 3:41 am
Lucius


His question was answered with a sniffing sound at first and a
not amused question in return then. Well, what had he
expected? Fool, he called himself in his thoughts and he
regretted his chosen words to open the conversation. The young
woman was crying and obviously she needed everything but a him
who meant to be funny or something like this. Ignoring him
followed for a moment before she lifted her head and looked at
him. Somewhere, well hidden behind tears and hurt, he could
see the gourgeousness.

Saoirse
 
"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."


Lucius squeezed his eyes slightly and leaned forward to come
closer because he had difficulties to understand her. He was
not sure if it was her accent or the fact that she was more
muttering and sniffling than really talking. For a long time
Lucius had been used to nothing else than properly pronounced
Latin. He had learned during the last years to make his way
through several accents.

He sat down next to the red head and leaned back against the
wall. He looked more or less relaxed and the moment of silence
stretched between them. For two reasons: first, he tried to
think about an answer that would not turn him into a fool
again, and second, with this she would have the chance to gain
her composure. "I can always go back and tel them that I did
not find you." And he would do it if she was not ready to
leave the little room already. He hated to see women cry. A
crying woman could have everything from him. His younger
sister had always taken advantage of this fact. He turned his
head to look at Saoirse, watching her intently. "Are you
alright?"
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Wed May 21, 2008 6:02 am


Noon



Arthur


Arthur had ignored the brief flirtatious banter between this
scrap of a girl and Lancelot. He had even overlooked the blade
in his First Knight’s hand as Lancelot continued with what
appeared to be his own form of crude intimidation. Arthur had
to in order to keep anger out of his voice and annoyance out
of his expression. Yet perhaps Arthur should allow Lancelot to
discuss the matter at hand since the girl was obviously quite
receptive to the dark knight’s ‘charms’ which in itself seemed
odd considering why she was here and what they were here to
discuss. Arthur inwardly rolled his eyes in regards to
Lancelot’s behavior despite his stoic outward appearance while
regarding the young Woad’s reaction to her surroundings. This
was not a brothel or a casual gathering where such frivolous
behavior would be expected so her reaction to Lancelot was
curious indeed. Yet nothing about this situation was ‘normal’.
Typically, the Commander did not hold meetings such as this in
his own private quarters…but under the circumstances Arthur
had been forced to this morning.

And then the young woman finally seemed to focus on the
Commander rather than his ‘charming’ First Knight and answered
Arthur’s question. And much to her credit, she seemed able to
meet and hold his unflinching gaze.

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.”


Tristan? Arthur’s eyebrows slightly rose up in surprise at
hearing her request. His gaze then briefly flickered to
Malcus; silently questioning his friend on how and when this
young Woad would have had the opportunity to ‘know’ one of
Arthur’s knights. And then Arthur’s green eyes met Lancelot’s
equally surprised expression. So this girl had managed to get
their attention…..Arthur narrowed curious green eyes at her as
Lancelot interjected.

Lancelot
 
"I really think you're in no position to bargain, my
sweet, I'd say we hold the winning cards. Or dice. I'm
not sure what your game is. 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."


Arthur allowed Lancelot his voice for the moment while the
Commander continued to carefully study his ‘captive’. She was
not unlike Guinevere really, only not as tall in stature and
her expressions were more easily read than Merlin’s eldest
daughter. This one appeared to be surprised? by Arthur’s
appearance and the fact that he had summoned her here to speak
with her personally. He had also caught a hint of apprehension
in her voice as she’d made her rather eloquently spoken
request. Arthur remained silent for a moment longer; arms
still crossed over his chest and intense gaze fixed on the
girl’s dark eyes. He pursed his lips for a moment as if he
might be still merely considering her request; the only sounds
in the room were that of the flames crackling in the hearth
and the soft patter of rain as the drops fell on the stone
ledge of the open window.

“What is your name?” Arthur finally said while slightly
tilting his head and allowing his expression to soften if only
for the girl’s benefit. The Commander had not Lancelot’s charm
with the female sex, however he refused to purposely treat any
woman harshly….even this one who had attempted to take his
life only yesterday. And if she had been successful…Arthur
would have forgiven her as it would have been God’s will and
certainly the Roman had accepted his destiny long ago.

“I will agree to allow Tristan to accompany you if you will
indulge me as to why you have chosen him?” Arthur continued
with no hint of malice in his voice. He honestly wanted to
understand why she had requested the scout or if he could
discover her true purpose in making such a request. Why trust
only Tristan? Had Arthur not been the merciful one? He knew
Tristan well enough to guess that the scout had not gone out
of his way to show kindness to a Woad.

Arthur’s side twinged again…this time with a little more
urgency. He discreetly pressed a hand over the stitches hidden
below his black linen tunic and silently begged God for a
little more time. And God answered the Roman’s prayers by
allowing the man to remain on his feet in spite of the nearly
overpowering urge to collapse into the nearest chair or with a
little fortune…onto the bed. Arthur slowly exhaled and
attempted to continue his masquerade of strength and
leadership despite his weakened physical state. This was an
urgent matter and Arthur would see to it that this girl would
indeed keep her part of their bargain….and lead his officers
to Merlin. The attacks had to be averted at all
costs…including Arthur’s health.
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Wed May 21, 2008 6:06 am
Bors


Mother Lavinia
 
“Lie down and let me look at it,”


Bors did as he was told, throwing Dagonet a 'women ' look as
he did so, but actually more than a little wary of this
fierce, obviously skilled healer. As she proceeded to strip
the cloth from his legs he began to protest, trying to bat her
hand away, but she took no notice, and anyway he daren't move
too much in case she stuck the knife in his leg. He grimaced
at the thought.

Mother Lavinia
 
“I know, 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.”


Bors sniffed, and sighed dramatically. He could just imagine
what Vanora would have to say about yet again having to stitch
up his clothes, and he knew damn well it wouldn't be this
woman who would take the brunt of her anger.

Mother Lavinia
 
“Make sure he doesn’t go anywhere, Dagonet. I’ll be
right back,”


As she sashayed away, Bors once more looked across at the bed
which held his lifelong friend.

"Blimey, I fink I'd rather take on a hoard of Woads than 'er,"
he grinned, trying to make light of a bad situation.

He wanted to ask Dag how he really was, and how Saoirse was,
and how they were going to get over this, but now was not the
time and here was not the place. When they were both back on
their feet and getting good and drunk in the tavern, that
would be the place for such emotions, not here.

Lavinia came bustling back, and Bors brightened at the sight
of good alcohol.

Lavinia
 
“Drink it all, 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.”


Taking the bottle gladly he swigged the whole thing down in
two gulps before realizing just how strong it was. He coughed,
and spluttered, and wiped the back of his hand across his
mouth before squinting up at the healer.

"Bloody Hell woman, you tryin' to poison me?" he demanded,
throwing the bottle to one side on the bed. "There, s'gone,
now do your worst."

He knew what was coming, he had been through similar plenty of
times, and grabbed hold of the sides of the cot. His head
began to swim, and he lay it back on the pillow gratefully,
closing his eyes.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed May 21, 2008 6:45 am
Centurion Quintus


Titrus
 
"Shackle her if she bites or fights you. Call another
guard if you must."


"Eh...she's a wild one," Quintus grunted, pulling the small
girl towards him again, holding her much, much tighter this
time. He had underestimated her the first time, truth be told,
and she had almost gotten away from him, but the Centurion
wasn't about to make the same mistake twice. This time he
wrapped his arms around her, pinioning her arms to her sides,
and picked her up bodily, facing away from him so that she
couldn't bite. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted in
passing that the lad who had been watching was gone- probably
scared off by his and the Lieutentant's notice.

"There now- just relax and it'll go better for you, kid,"
Quintus mumbled, as he hoisted the girl through the outer
dungeon door and past the first guard post. A quick nod
brought the guard there scurrying in front of him, readying
his keys to open one of the cells. Titrus had said that the
girl couldn't hear- but Quintus spoke to her anyway, out of
habit.

The Centurion jerked his head towards the nearest unoccupied
cell- right next to the guard post and right across from the
one that the older Woad prisoner had occupied last night. Give
her one of the better ones, Titrus had said, and food and
water. Quintus didn't understand the reason for all of that-
it didn't seem to him like a little deaf girl would be of any
use, and they should either kill her or just let her go- but
no matter. Orders were orders.

"There you go...have a rest, now," he grunted, hauling the
girl- she was thin as a twig, but her lack of cooperation made
her seem heavier- into the cell and setting her down on the
straw. He put her down quickly, not quite dropping her, but
almost, and backed away warily, one arm out defensively and
one of the hilt of his dagger, should she spring forward and
attack again.

"Livius! Get her food and water," he snapped over his shoulder
at the guard behind him, as he backed another step towards the
door.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Wed May 21, 2008 1:09 pm
Dagonet


Well, Lavinia surely was not the one for listening any more
banter... she always got straight to business. With her sweet,
own way.

Mother Lavinia
 
“Lie down and let me look at it,”


Dagonet shrugged his shoulders slightly at the look of Bors's
face and roll of his eyes. The whole situation seemed so
amusing! Bors was just trying to protest while Lavinia cut
trough his pants without even looking at the man.

Mother Lavinia
 
“I know, 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 tall knight watched and listened to this with slight
amusment... Vanora wouldn't be angry at Lavinia taking care of
her lovers wound, as long as it would be nothing sexual about
it. Bors would not admitt it but Vanora was strongly holding
him in her grasp. His friend called her mostly ball of fire,
or something like that. Well she was pretty similar to
Dagonet's Saoirse. Better not to anger any of them.
Dagonet almost smirked at Lavinia's words. Almost... There was
so many pain in him that it was not queit possible to even
smile right now.

Mother Lavinia
 
“Make sure he doesn’t go anywhere, Dagonet. I’ll be
right back,”


Dagonet nodded his head in silence as the healer went for the
needed things. Well... Bors was not going anywhere! His friend
knew better to stay and let the woman fix him before the
infection spread. In normal case it would be Dagonet to take
his friend somewhere else than infirmary and do the 'healer
work' there, without any curious eyes around.

Gods! How he hated infirmaries? And again we was made to stay
here... To be in pain before everybody's eyes. How he wished
to just bury himself somewhere away and just cry in
helpnessness and sandess... to pray... to mourn his son... To
stop playing strong. To stop being strong for others and find
his own way to strenght... to stand up from ashes he was
laying in right now.

He wanted to speak with Bors more privately... tell him what
was really going on... Ask of his opinion... Drink some ale
with his friend... Share some laugh if it would be
possible.... Dagonet just wanted to be himself... and right
now he was exposed to everybody, hurted and still trying to
play it strong.

How he hated infirmary?

Bors
 
"Blimey, I fink I'd rather take on a hoard of Woads than
'er,"


Bors's voice broke trough his thoughts and Dagonet looked back
at his friend, as he offered him a wide grinn and a comment,
which normaly would make Dagonet smile and look away. This
time corners of Dagonet's mouth twitched and he looked into
Bors eyes for a longer time before nodding his head. He knew
Bors would like also to talk to him... to offer his help and
gruff opinions over the situation. Gruff but wise and
steady... Dagonet always could get help from him....
This time... they both were not in the perfect time and place.

They should be at the tavern sharing drinks at the bar,
talking in silence, their conversation spoken in Sarmatian,
only for their own ears.

Mother Lavinia
 
“Drink it all, 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.”


Lavinia came back and annonced her return by handing over
bottle to Bors. Dagonet frowned slightly as Bors took full sip
of it and winced at the taste of the liquid. It had to be very
strong.

Bors
 
"Bloody Hell woman, you tryin' to poison me? There,
s'gone, now do your worst."


Strong, but effective it would seem... as Bors grasped the
side of the cot and his head went to the pillows... Dagonet
also saw his friend's eyes close. Bors knew the rutine of
tending to those wounds. The bottle, which Bors dropped rolled
under Dagonet's bed. The tall knight observed Lavinia as she
started to work.

"Is the wound bad?" he asked her as he could not see it from
his angle. He wanted to know what was causing Bors so much
pain.
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Author: Kay
Date: Wed May 21, 2008 2:53 pm

Grace


It had been a long morning for Grace; she was damp, cold,
hungry and extremely fed up. She had sold a few items from the
stall, but that did not compensate for the morning's events.
Her encounter with the bedraggled man was still jangling her
nerves. Now, at last, she saw the welcome face of her sister,
Caroline, as the girl made her way across the little market,
to their stall.

"How is Mother?" Grace asked at once, as soon as Caroline
reached her.

"She's fine" Caroline replied. "She ate some lunch and is
having a rest. I said you'd be home soon"

Grace nodded and vacated her place behind the stall, eager to
retreat to the safety of home.

"Are you alright, Grace?" Caroline asked. "You look a bit
pale"

Grace wasn't sure if she wanted to relate what had happened,
to her sister just yet.

"I'm fine" she muttered. "Just cold, is all. I've made a few
sales; it's been slow this morning"

"Don't change the subject" Caroline admonished. "I know you;
something has happened, hasn't it?"

"I had a bit of a fright, that's all. It's this man; a horrid
beast with long, straggly blond hair. He nearly ran me down
with his horse yesterday. He turned up here this morning
wanting something for a headache. He was quite threatening in
his manner. I really didn't like him"

"Oh" Caroline said, knowing full well her sister's mistrust of
anything male. "He didn't touch you did he?"

"No!" Grace replied. "He said he knew me from somewhere; he
was looking me up and down. I didn't like it at all"

"Perhaps he liked what he saw" Caroline said, with a laugh.

"Don't even think that!" Grace cried with a look of horror.
She shook her head as if trying to rid herself of the image of
the man. She turned away quickly. "I must get back to Mother"
she said in a rush and, picking up her skirts, scuttled away
toward home.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Wed May 21, 2008 5:43 pm
Tatiana


Brendyn
 
"Well, horse smell or not, I still think you are
pretty." "We'll have to see what kind of mood I am in
when I get off duty. As it is, I think I would like to
make up the time on duty that I spent in here...I don't
like to be confined to a bed when there is work to be
done."


"Thank you for the compliment, Bren." Tatiana replied shyly
lowering her eyes to briefly look at him through her lashes.
Raising them again, she nodded knowingly as a mental picture
of her brother appeared in her mind. "I know just how you must
feel. My brother, Pellenorr, was the same way when he was
sick"

Brendyn
 
"100% better thanks to this remarkable nun...She did
better than most."


Seeing a sneaky grin appear on his face and feeling him
release her hand, she knew that he was up to something, as
she'd seen that similar look on her brother's face a million
times just before he pulled a prank on someone. "Brendyn? What
are you thinking about? I'm very familiar with that type of
look as Pellenorr always wore it when he was planning to pull
a major prank or a joke on someone."

Tatiana commented to him, then her hazel eyes widened slightly
in a remembered memory about her brother.

"He also used it when we had our tickle-fights half of which,
I would always wind up loosing."
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Wed May 21, 2008 6:48 pm
Lancelot


Arthur was a master of control. Lancelot did note the other
man's look of surprise when he met Arthur's gaze as the Woad
girl mentioned Tristan, but other than that, the Roman was as
stoic as ever. However, as he spoke to the little chit and
was, in Lancelot's opinion, way too trusting and kind, Arthur
still held his hand over the spot where Neeve had placed his
stitches.

Lancelot did not acknowledge it verbally, but he knew he might
be part of the reason the commander's wound was paining him
still. Fucking bird-nosed Optio was too. So, the Sarmatian
moved a bit closer to the Roman, planting his buttocks on the
same table Arthur had been leaning on. He thought by providing
a presence, the other man wouldn't have to worry so much about
seeming alone in his command. Despite his words and his
teasing to the girl, Lancelot would do what Arthur requested
with her. If he had to protect her to save Arthur's vow, then
he would. And if he had to, he would die trying.

Arthur
 
“What is your name? I will agree to allow Tristan to
accompany you if you will indulge me as to why you have
chosen him?”


"Perhaps his jovial nature and outgoing personality have won
her over," Lancelot remarked as he slid his dagger away - not
back to his boot, but to the small pocket in his leather vest,
where it was easily accessible. He could break the little blue
girl over his knee if he had to - in one easy move. He should
not need a weapon to do it - but, nonetheless, the look in her
eyes said small but mighty. Lancelot knew better than to relax
around any enemy - be it man or woman.

He blinked several times, trying to wet his dry and bloodshot
eyes. He did not like to appear drained - part of his power,
despite his slender stature and appearance (the too large
clothing did not help matters), was his ability to remain
alert and frightening at all times. No matter if he'd been
awake for four hours or forty. He felt his head buzz, but with
an extreme amount of willpower, he shoved it aside and took in
a few deep breaths.

He was Lancelot ap Ban. He was Arthur Castus' first knight,
and he'd be damned if he allowed some little thing like
physical - and emotional - exhaustion ruin that facade he'd
worked so hard to build.

No one - least of all some little scrap of a woad - would take
that from him. He still owned that, at least.

He slid a bit closer to Arthur unconsciously. He knew how the
other man felt - he'd been wounded himself before - and ...

I wasn't there when I should have been.

"Well, girl? Answer my 'Roman,' here," the Sarmatian snapped,
some of his patience ebbing as his mood waned more quickly
than the new moon that hung over Badon at night - curved and
sharp and dangerous to even look at.
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Author: linnet
Date: Wed May 21, 2008 7:32 pm
Mother Lavinia


Lavinia’s back straightened and her chest rose in surprise as
she watched Bors empty the entire bottle of spirits in just
two gulps.

Bors
 
"Bloody Hell woman, you tryin' to poison me? There,
s'gone, now do your worst."


No, she hadn’t been trying to poison him, but now she eyed him
cautiously, a little worried that not adding the word ‘slowly’
to her instructions to finish the whole bottle might have been
a mistake. He was looking rather woozy, but not dead, so the
nun set to work on his infected leg.

Dagonet
 
"Is the wound bad?"


“Bad enough he could lose his leg if the infection gets
worse,” she answered bluntly. “But we’ll make sure that
doesn’t happen.” She cut away the stitches, disinfected the
wound, poked around in it to remove all the imbedded grit and
the dead tissue, disinfected again, stitched things up
properly, and wrapped the leg with a clean bandage. “Done,”
she said, gathering up her tools. The boisterous knight had
kept still throughout the ordeal. Lavinia wasn’t sure if he
was awake enough to hear her or not, so she addressed Dagonet.
“I’ll be back a little later to check on both of you. If he
decides he’s ready to leave in the meantime, tell him to at
least take it easy and to check in with me in two days.”

She moved to stand at the side of Dagonet’s bed. “And you
should just rest so that you can start getting your strength
back. I know it’s hard.” The old nun briefly touched the weak
knight’s arm. She wasn’t good with sentiment, and this was her
best effort at expressing her sympathy for the death of the
man’s son. She didn’t meet his eyes, but turned and walked
briskly away.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 4:38 am
Dagonet


Dagonet saw that surprised look upon Lavinia's face and it
made him smile a little. He had seen Bors drinking in that
matter many bottles... many times. There was nobody else so
hard drinking as him... Dagonet liked to share with him
drinks, but it was him, who took Bors to his room after the
drinking sesion and smile silently at Vanora as he did so....

He could not tell if Bors was still awake or the drink done
it's job and made him loose awerness at all.

Mother Lavinia
 
“Bad enough he could lose his leg if the infection gets
worse, But we’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”


Dagonet frowned slightly. Damn it all! That was his job to
make sure these kind of things won't happen! If he would not
get again injured he would see to Bors's leg and make him stay
in one place... not to overburden his injury. He watched as
Lavinia's steady hands worked on the wound... after a moment
though he let his head roll to the side as he felt so weak in
that moment. His side hurted him slightly, nothing to worry
about, it was a dull pain.

Mother Lavinia
 
"Done"


Dagonet looked back at the woman as she gathered her things.
It seemed that Bors kept himself steady, if he was still
awake. The tall Sarmatian could not tell.... His friend was
still grasping the sides of the cot, but his eyes were closed.

Mother Lavinia
 
“I’ll be back a little later to check on both of you. If
he decides he’s ready to leave in the meantime, tell him
to at least take it easy and to check in with me in two
days.”


Wounded knight nodded his head still looking at Bors trying to
figure out if he was asleep or not... well at least he had not
felt any pain right now. If Bors will want to leave the
infirmary Dagonet will surely tell him what he thought about
overdoing the wounds...

But he was not in the position to say those oppinion, as he
was the one searching for Gedeon's body with a hole in his
side.... almost tearing his body apart... almost dying from
exhaustion.

Mother Lavinia
 
“And you should just rest so that you can start getting
your strength back. I know it’s hard.”


He looked at her as she spoke but their eyes did not meet. She
placed her hand briefly over his shoulder and Dagonet knew
this was the gesture of sympathy.

Hard... It was hard to think, it was hard to breath, it was
hard to keep living now.

His life was geting harder and harder. He looked at Bors
beside him and once more tried to see if he was asleep. It
would seem so... Dagonet closed briefly his eyes and brought
hand to run over his head. His hair had grown long.... His
beard was also longer than it suppose to be. He looked
terrible probably. He was tired and weak... He rised his other
hand to look at it. The bandage was on it keeping hand thight.
The hole in it should be healing well.

Dagonet shook his head sighing.

Where was Saoirse anyway? Derfel and that Lucius went to
search for her, but it was some time before. He looked to the
side at the room. He did not see her nor Derfel or Lucius.
Without further thinking he let his eyelids slid down... Yes
he needed his rest... He needed his strenghts back. Derfel
told him that Linnette was fine and that he was taking care of
her. But Dagonet wanted to do this himself. He wanted to be
there for others...

He wanted to have his strenghts back. and with that thought he
allowed himself his rest.









Mirtha

Ione
 
'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... 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...'


Mirtha frowned as she spoke and his eyes went downwards... He
knew that if she had not give him what he wanted, he would be
the same. Angry and brutal. He knew that... He knew that
everytime he was drunk he was agresive and he was waking up
more than once with new injuries and bruises.

"Ione, I would never want to hurt you..." he said silently.
"But I am out of control while drunk... I don't know what
would have happened..." he silence himself at the mere thought
what would he do to her. He would regrett it till the end of
his days. "I would never forgive myself."

Ione
 
'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.'


He looked back at her not fully understanding what was she
saying. Attracted? To him? How? Why? He wanted her body and
would become brutal if she would protest.... and yet, still
she felt attrackted to him?

He remembered the first time he met her. He went down to
infirmary searching for Aisling. He had not found Aisling, but
Ione who was nicely talking to him. That time he found it
strange... he found it strange even now.

Ione
 
You and I...we are not perfect...and I felt comfortable
with that feeling that I did not have to be perfect..."


Mirtha listened to her feeling inside something change. Not
perfect... Oh, he was far away from being perfect. He was the
type of man, whose many people just avoid till the rest of
their days. He was a toper and troublemaker. They both felt
drown to each other it would seem as he felt warmer as her
closeness brought him a nice twingle and feeling in the pit of
his stomach. She felt comfortable around him.

Mirtha was surprised as she placed soft kisses upon his face
as he spoke. Suprised, but he closed slowly his eyes feeling
warm inside, feeling her kisses more vividly.

Ione
 
'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...'


Mirtha listened and felt her moving him around somewhere, but
he had not protested against it. Delight.... Their bodies fit
together... He lingered on that thought and allowed her to
move him around the shop towards her bedroom.

Ione
 
'You were very drunk Mirtha, and I would like to try
to...help you if you want me to...'


Help him? Was it possible? He looked at her... She responded
to his kiss and it was very pleasurable.

"How?" he asked... "I drink to forget... I drink to keep
myself walking alive. There is nothing to live for than to
drink, Ione. I have nobody.... I have nowhere to go.... and I
have no future before me. I drink because I don't know what
else I could be doing."

Ione
 
"I am not afraid of you, Mirtha...any longer...."


He looked at her and a small smile adorned his face. His hands
went to her waist, then to her cheeks and he leaned further to
kiss her.

"You.... You are not?" he asked and smiled wider. "Ione.... I
am not perfect, never had anybody close. I am alone... always
has. I am sorry for what I have done... but I really feel
attrackted to you. I want to feel you closer..." he murmured
while he placed a kiss over her neck.
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Author: Darya
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 5:37 am
Darya


Tristan
 
"Good horses, those,"


Darya had glanced back at the scout over her shoulder and
given him a knowing smile before increasing the pace of her
steps to reach her horses. Yes, Kahlan and Círdan were good
horses. Well, one was…the other needed proper education first.
The white stallion was very young and inexperienced…but he was
Casti’s son. Thus the Sarmatian was sure he’d be just as good
and reliable as Kahlan was. Glad that her two horses’ stalls
were next to one another by now, Darya had taken her time to
tend to both of them… She had noticed Tristan as well as
Galahad leaving the stables at some point…but had remained
focused on her task at hand: examining the chestnut mare and
the white stallion carefully to see if they got injured during
the attack…brushing their fur, cleaning the hooves…giving them
some extra feed…and some well-deserved extra attention. She
even had found herself in the mood to get on Kahlan’s back for
a little exercise…but had discarded the idea pretty soon
again. The woman was way too tired…

Then she had left the stables as well and made her way back
through the rain…heading for her room. As Darya had passed
Arthur’s room, she had felt the strong urge to see how the
Roman was doing…but had resisted this wish and continued her
way. He was fine. Certainly he was. Well, as fine as possible
considering his injury. The Sarmatian had finally reached her
own place with a pensive frown creasing her brow, pushed the
door open and closed it right behind her again. She scanned
the small place that had become her sanctuary…and was relieved
to see that the Woad attack had not had any effect on it. The
window was in one piece…and no one had been in here.

With a sigh, the dark-haired moved over to the fireplace and
stoked at the weak glow in the wood until a small but warming
flame was revived. Then she peeled herself out of her torn
dirty and bloodied dress, hissing sharply when the drapery was
ripped off the small wound on her left upper arm as the dried
blood had had it stuck to the skin, and heedlessly let the
gown slide to the ground. Then she used what water was left in
the washbasin to finally clean herself as good as possible.
Darya used the opportunity to carefully examine her back as
much as possible, too…and it seemed the tattoo Isolde had done
not too long ago had healed well. There was still some itching
every now and then…but other than that she hardly felt
anything regarding the procedure anymore. This brought a small
smile to Darya’s lips…

…which then faded when she was rooting in her chest of drawers
to find something fresh to put on. Just that there was not
much left to pick from. She would have to see Ione at some
point and ask the weaver if she could do some new clothes for
her perhaps. The Sarmatian had some coin left after all.
Darya’s smile then vanished completely when she attempted to
lace up one of her breeches. The piece of clothing just would
not fit…anymore. It was not much that kept it from doing
so…but she could hardly hold her breath all day for the laces
to stay put, could she? A small but very efficient reminder of
what she had yet to talk to Arthur about. Chewing her lower
lip, the dark-haired stepped out of the trousers again and
finally pulled out a dress she had not worn in a very long
time. One of those she had had to wear during some of her
'missions' for Corvus. A dress that did not hold the best of
memories for her…but it would have to do for now. She would
just have to loosen the front-lacing a little to make it a wee
bit wider.

Once done, the female Sarmatian glanced down herself and a
corner of her mouth twitched slightly. It looked all pretty
Roman…which was no surprise, seeing that this dress was made
by Romans. She did like the dark red and black colouring
though. Anyway…what now? Even though her body was begging for
some proper rest, Darya knew she wouldn’t find sleep. It was
noon…and there was way too much going on that kept her mind
busy.

So once she was sure that her beloved dagger was strapped
properly to her right thigh, the dark-haired grabbed her
cloak…and a bit later found herself wandering about the Fort
again. Slowly…pensively, the cloak’s large hood blending out a
good part of the world around her…but Darya did not really
care right now. She was roughly heading for the tavern…but was
not really sure if she indeed wanted to go there…yet…
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