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golden_trillium

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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri May 23, 2008 7:05 am
Tristan


Catherine
 
"Catherine."


"Hmmm." Tristan acknowledged that with a low hum against her
soft skin. Her name didn't really matter that much to him- not
for itself- but he felt at a disadvantage when she knew his
name and he did not know hers. Now, if neither had known the
other's name, that would have been all right- but not if it
was one-sided. In a case like this, Tristan felt better if he
evened the score.

The blonde woman- or Catherine, as he could now think of her,
but the name still seemed secondary to him- had slid his hands
upward and now touched her tongue lightly and quickly to his
fingertip, sending a new jolt of arousal down to his groin. He
could feel, if not quite see, the mischievous smile on her
face when she did that- she liked to tease, this one.

Well, Tristan didn't- or maybe he did, but not now. He growled
in response to that light, wet touch of her tongue and pulled
her hard against him again, his hands sliding down to her
thighs to hold her so that he could grind his hips against her
backside, feel the womanly shape of her through their clothes.
She was round and soft where he was angular and hard, she
smelled like a woman, and he wanted her now.

Raising his hands again, he tugged her laces the rest of the
way open, spilling her warm, heavy round breasts into his
hands. He squeezed at them roughly, felt the nipples stand up
in his palms, and then he was turning her around and taking a
step sideways, then backwards, so that her back came up
against the shut door.

"Mmmm..." he gave a soft, inarticulate growl again as he put
his hands on her- squeezing her breasts again, then moving
down to span her waist, then down and around to squeeze her
bottom- all firm, sure movements meant to arouse him, not her.
He bent his head to get her scent again- what flower was that?
He couldn't identify it for certain- nipped lightly at the top
of one breast, and began to ruck up her skirt. Once it was up
past her knees, he slid one hand under and touched his fingers
to her womanhood without any further preamble- he wanted to
see if she was wet for him yet, because he was more than ready
for her.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Fri May 23, 2008 8:39 am

Arthur


Arthur had no need to glance back over his shoulder to know
Lancelot had moved protectively closer…the Roman felt the
other man’s presence. Always. And despite his prideful head
denying it, his heart was glad of it.

Lancelot
 
”Perhaps his jovial nature and outgoing personality have
won her over,”


Neeria
 
“Not nearly as much as yours, dark knight.”


During the brief banter between Lancelot and the Woad,
Arthur’s gaze shifted to his longtime friend Malcus who seemed
even more surprised by her request than Arthur had been.

Malcus
 
“Tristan!? What the bloody fuck would you want Tristan
to go with us for? What sort of game are you playing,
girl? Don’t be fresh with the commander or I shall
render my own judgment against you!”


Arthur discreetly held up his hand silently indicating to
Malcus that the Captain need not push on his behalf. The
Commander was a patient man and had noted the girl’s startled
reaction to his question…..Arthur was treating the enemy with
compassion in an effort to disarm her. Strategy on his part?
Perhaps. Effective? So it would seem as the girl appeared to
at last drop her guard as she briefly lowered her gaze to the
floor before answering.

Neeria
 
“I am called Neeria,”


“Neeria,” Arthur gave a small courteous nod at her answer as
he quietly repeated her name. Although he was showing the girl
a little kindness, Arthur’s body language remained officious
and slightly dominating as he stood towering over the petite
Woad girl.

Lancelot
 
"Well, girl? Answer my 'Roman,' here,"


Arthur once again raised a hand to Lancelot’s protective and
impatient words as he had Malcus’ moments ago. Although
focused on Neeria’s wavering expression, Arthur had not missed
Lancelot’s possessive tone. Had their relationship changed at
all? Had Arthur not made himself clear on that subject? No
matter…he’d deal with Lancelot later….for now, the Roman’s
focus was on this girl and Merlin.

Neeria
 
“Tris-tan was kind to me. You threw me away with
nothing. He came back to check on me and brought me a
blanket so I would not freeze to death in your wretched
prison. He reminds me of my Mikel, my beloved husband,
who fell during the last attack,”


Threw her away? Hardly. Arthur frowned as Neeria finally spoke
of Tristan’s kindness to her while she was under guard in the
stocks. He did not doubt that Tristan had followed his orders
by seeing to the captive. But the girl then humanized it all
by mentioning a lost love….and Arthur felt the muscles in his
stomach tighten….his fingers flexed over the sleeve of his
tunic as he allowed her to continue.

Neeria
 
“I will go, Arthur, only if Tris-tan rides too,”


Arthur had already made the decision to send Tristan, but
before he could answer Malcus apparently could no longer hold
his tongue.

Malcus
 
“Jesus!  I apologize, commander, for my behavior, forgive me. Commander Castus, I will go get some clothes for this whelp, from storage, as soon as we are dismissed. I wanted to speak with you privately, but the hour grows late. I will look forward to our reunion upon our return from this mission, instead.”


Arthur offered his friend and Captain a gentle and accepting
smile. He understood Malcus’ behavior and had always been
grateful for the man’s unflinching loyalty and companionship
since boyhood. And of course Arthur trusted Malcus to do what
was required now without question.

“Of course, Malcus. And I will want to know every detail upon
your return,” Arthur took a step closer to his Captain and
briefly grasped the man on the shoulder in gratitude. And then
he returned his attentions on Neeria…again standing close
enough to tower over the girl and appear much stronger than he
actually felt. The stitches tugged at Arthur’s flesh as he
moved and he had to work hard to hide his discomfort….his hand
once again covered his wound as he began to address Neeria….

“I will send Tristan,” Arthur said levelly and with a quick
nod to Malcus in confirmation of the order. Tristan had not
been injured that the Commander could recall and the scout
would have had a night’s rest since returning from the Saxon
mission. Thus Arthur had no hesitation in sending the scout
out again.

“I do offer my apologies for your uncomfortable night, Neeria.
But might I remind you that only yesterday it had been your
blade at my throat,” Arthur’s lips curved upwards into a wry
smile as he continued to make his point. “Thus you could
hardly expect me to have provided you with more luxurious
accommodations, lady,” He finished with a hint of scorn in his
tone yet offered only a pleasant expression at his ‘attacker’
before him. Certainly, this Woad warrior was brave and had
fought with wild abandonment during the attack yesterday….but
now…all that Arthur saw before him was a frightened young
girl. He breathed deeply through his nose and then looked to
Malcus again.

“Prepare her and I will send Optio Scipio to meet you in the
courtyard presently, Malcus,” Arthur instructed with a cool
indifference to Neeria. He did not want to show any outward
indication of weakness or compassion lest the girl use it
against the Commander….he needed the girl to uphold her end of
the bargain.

“Neeria, you will go with my two officers…lead them to Merlin
and they will release you….I give you my word on this,” Arthur
once again spoke to the girl and offered a genuine smile in
parting.

“Malcus, God speed my friend,” Arthur said in dismissal….but
not without a look of concern for his friend and a silent
indication to be cautious and to watch over Scipio as well.
Arthur had not had the chance to discuss his impressions on
the new Optio in depth with Malcus since his arrival….but
Malcus knew Arthur well and would know his reservations about
an unknown soldier…even one as high ranking as Scipio. This
was an important errand…..and thus why Arthur was sending
Malcus in his stead even though it would be Scipio to actually
negotiate with Merlin.

Arthur kept his back to Lancelot as he awaited Malcus’ exit
with the girl. He expected Scipio’s return at any moment….but
the Commander wanted a quick private word with his lieutenant
before sending Lancelot to rest as well.
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Fri May 23, 2008 12:41 pm

Bors


Bors knew what to expect, but still it hurt like hell, even
with the familiar numbing of the senses which came with the
drink. He kept his eyes closed as the woman worked, partly so
that he couldn't see and anticipate what she was doing, and
partly so that Dagonet would not see the pain there. The tall
man had enough pain to cope with without feeling the need to
take care of him too.

Mother Lavinia
 
"Done."


At last the pain eased slightly, but still the phantom of it
swum in his head, the sensation of knives invading beneath his
flesh making Bors taste bile in his mouth. He kept his eyes
closed, and kept as tight grip on the bed, unsure as to
whether he would ever be able to let go.

As the healer finally left him alone he could feel Dagonet's
eyes on him, but was as yet unable to open his own. Gradually
though the pain subsided to a dull throb, and he eased his
lids apart, tilting his head to the side slowly so as not to
disturb the drums which beat in his temples.

"Dag," he croaked, squinting at his friend, who looked as
though he was miles away deep in thought. "Dag - d'ya fink
it'd be easier if we jus' gave up an' died too?"

He wasn't often given to such dire, dreary thoughts, but there
really didn't seem much to be thankful or happy about right
now. Yes, most people would have tried to cheer Dagonet up, to
drag him out of the pit of despair he had dug himself, but
that wasn't Bors. Bors was honest to the point of brutality,
always had been, always would be.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Fri May 23, 2008 1:21 pm
Dagonet


Dagonet allowed himself some rest... Some peace of mind and
heart.

Just closed his eyes and breathed steadly, his hand over his
head. He thought of nothing and minded nothing... when a
familiar voice sounded nearby.

Bors
 
"Dag,"


He turned his head to the side oppening his eyes and looked at
his friend, seemingly still dazed by the drink and pain. But
was looking straight into his eyes. His voice was hoarse, but
still strong, also a little more calmer than few moments
before. Dagonet was looking at him without any expression on
his face, wondering what his friend was going to say now.

Bors
 
"Dag - d'ya fink it'd be easier if we jus' gave up an'
died too?"


The question made Dagonet almost smile at his friend. Would it
be easier? Yhea... it would be. He would feel no more pain...
no more sadness. It would be better for them to die. Dagonet
wanted to die when Arthur told him about Gedeon. He fell into
the pit of sorrow and could not climb out of it. He looked
away from Bors and closed his eyes slowly...

"Yhea..." he said in his low silent, steady voice. "It would.
Why do we keep going, Bors?"

Maybe Bors was the one with answer for that question... He
will not be trying to drag Dagonet out of his sorrow, just
show him the brutal reality. Maybe this would help better than
sweetness from others... He looked at his friend with a
question in his eyes and awaited his answer.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Fri May 23, 2008 2:11 pm
Tatiana


Brendyn
 
"I am sorry I came on so harsh sounding, but we have a
lot of time to work on what we have. Starting out as
friends is a great way to begin." "I don't want you to
totally leave my life, I just think we should move
slowly and enjoy what we have now.''


Letting out a hiccupping breath, her green eyes shiny, looking
like just polished emeralds with unshed tears, she felt his
fingers first brush away the one that had escaped her control,
then reach under her chin to lift her face up to meet his.

"You're forgiven, Bren." Tatiana replied to him with a soft
sigh. "You're right, though, slow and steady is a good speed
to move at and friendship is a good way for us to start then
move slowly into other levels of our relationship.

I agree that we shouldn't rush headlong into things, either,
they'll be that much sweeter when we do get there. I don't
want to totally leave your life, nor do I want you to totally
leave mine, either ." She replied a wobbly smile appearing on
her face in reply to her words to him.

Mother Lavinia
 
“Exactly what is your relationship to this man, young
lady?”


Tatiana got up off of the cot and standing her ground
mentally, turned to face the old lady as Lavina reminded the
stable girl of her mean old neighbor in the village before she
left and no amount of politeness on Tati's part ever worked well with her.

Since she'd just met the old nun, however, Tatiana decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and be
polite with her as she didn't know when and or if Bren would be back in here again and wanted to be able to visit him then too.

Besides, she'd been taught that you can catch more flies with
honey than with vinegar.

"He's my best friend, Ma'am." Tatiana replied polietly to her
as she took a page out of Brendyn's book and met the old nun's
eyes without flinching.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Fri May 23, 2008 3:54 pm
Drake


Vanora
 
"No Drake. Keep the coins. Breakfast is on the house
this morning. You are welcome."


Drake was suspicious at this.

No one got nothing for nothing in this day and age. Things
were too close to the bone right now for such acts of
generosity...

His green eyes narrowed up at the woman but he did not argue,
discreetly pulling the coins back towards him. He left them
sitting on the edge of the table as he settled back into his
food, nodding his head as Vanora left him to his musings. For
some reason, the food didn't taste as good as it had a moment
before because he couldn't focus on the food itself, his mind
wondering why it would be free.

Shrugging, Drake took a good draught of wine, eating slower
now that the initial pang was slaked.

A soldier came into the tavern and went to sit down opposite
Drake. The older man shook his head, frowning, and the soldier
kept on on his way. He was not in the mood for company right
ow. He had alot on his mind. Like Jerusalem. Like another
man's child. Another man's wife. Except... was it still that
way now that said other man was dead?
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Fri May 23, 2008 7:36 pm
Neeria and Malcus Barbattus


Arthur
 
Neeria


The woman looked back up at Arthur when he spoke her name just
as he nodded his head. It was the first time someone other
than a fellow woad had spoken it. Arthur's crisp accent
sounded different to the woad's ear. It was twinged with his
Roman half. His dark, evil half. Neeria shifted her weight
again, uncomfortably. She hadn't meant to mention Mikel but it
slipped. It was the real reason Neeria felt something for the
scout but she should not have said anything. It was a sign of
weakness and she was not weak. The small woman scanned the
room again, looking over the men standing with her; two Romans
and a Sarmatian. She should have been afraid of them, but she
wasn't. They wanted something from her that she wouldn't give.
She would never give Merlin up. Never.

After the outburst from the Roman they called, 'captain',
Arthur refocused on Neeria once again and once again, Neeria
paled in the shadow of his height and power. His unyielding
gaze seemed to be searching her soul.

Arthur
 
I will send Tristan


Neeria sucked a breath and her eyes widened momentarily,
grateful for his decision.

Arthur
 
I do offer my apologies for your uncomfortable night,
Neeria. But might I remind you that only yesterday it
had been your blade at my throat. Thus you could hardly
expect me to have provided you with more luxurious
accommodations, lady


The woad's mouth opened but for a moment no words came. Neeria
had never been called a lady. Was he mocking her? Her dark
eyes flashed and she leveled a stare at him, pursing her lips.
But as she took in his expression, she realized with amazement
that the man was not making fun of her at all.

"You may consider us to be savages, Roman, but I assure you
that I am just a loyal warrior fighting a battle, much like
your dark friend, there," she said, sneaking a peek at the
First Knight who was fuming but controlling himself.

"You have lived to see another day and so have I. We are
even....Arthur," and as much as her pride would let her,
Neeria bowed her head, crossed a foot behind her and slightly
bent a knee. But one could hardly call it a curtsie.

Arthur
 
Prepare her and I will send Optio Scipio to meet you in
the courtyard presently, Malcus. Neeria, you will go
with my two officers…lead them to Merlin and they will
release you….I give you my word on this. Malcus, God
speed my friend


Arthur smiled at her. Neeria sought his emerald eyes once
again for mockery, but there was none. She did not smile at
him, but she lowered her head again.

"Let's go," Malcus said to her.

Lifting her head but not looking back at Arthur, Neeria turned
to Malcus and walked over to him. When she walked past
Lancelot, she gave him a wink.

"Next time, Sarmatian," she said.

Malcus placed a hand on her small shoulder and led her to the
door. As they walked out, Malcus turned around and looked at
Arthur.

"Thank you, my friend. Be well."

Then he saluted the commander and led the girl to the storage
facility. On the way there, Malcus grabbed a page boy, the
same one as before, by the scruff of his neck and yanked him
to his feet.

"Go find Tristan for me. Tell him Barbattus will meet him in
the stables ready to ride out. Go!!"
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Author: linnet
Date: Fri May 23, 2008 9:07 pm

Gawain


Gawain didn’t leave the shelter of the doorway when Catherine
hurried away. He wondered about the laugh she had tried to
hold back, finally without success, before she had gone. He
couldn’t blame her for laughing at him. He was muddy and wet,
his hair a stringy matted mess, his hands dirty from cleaning
the weapons. She was so damn clean, he’d have felt like he
needed a bath even if he had just been scrubbed pink. If she
wasn’t laughing at his appearance, then it would have been his
ignorance of the rest of the world, and his stupid willingness
to share his ignorance. Still, better to have a woman laugh at
him than to be afraid of him. Catherine had been an
interesting diversion, and now he was running out of
diversions. He could still ask about Dag at the infirmary.
After that there wasn’t much he could find to do that wouldn’t
put him back in his room, or somewhere in the company of
people he’d been hoping to avoid. Then out of nowhere, one of
those people was standing in the rain in front of him.

Galahad
 
"Hey.. Hey - who were you talking to just now? Where's
Brianna?"


The blond knight didn’t even register what his friend was
asking. Something was wrong. Galahad’s voice was strained, and
there was no hint of the eager smile that Gawain knew so well.
The younger man looked downcast, distracted. Gawain felt his
chest tighten, as his first thought was that things were bad
with Dagonet or with Arthur. He had assumed that if there was
a crisis, someone would find him and tell him the news. Now a
distraught Galahad had found him. Gawain grabbed the front of
Galahad’s cloak, and pulled the soaked knight into the shelter
of the doorway. “What’s wrong?” he asked, trying to get a
clearer read of his friend’s troubled expression. “Is it
Dag…or..?” The older knight couldn’t dare to even voice the
possibility that the news was of Arthur.









Mother Lavinia

Brendyn
 
"I had to have a stab wound under my left arm lanced and
drained, then cleaned and restitched. Evana gave me an
herbal painkiller to aid in the healing and told me to
rest until it wore off. The wound on the lower part of
my arm was not bad, but the other needed treatment."


“Hmph,” Lavinia snorted in acknowledgement. Now that the man
was sitting up, she could see that he had more than just a
wound to his lower arm. He slowly got to his feet and prepared
to leave. Well, she’d give him credit for that at least. He
may have been a disrespectful oaf, but he wasn’t a malingerer.

Brendyn
 
"Sister, before I leave here to go back to my duties for
the day, I'd like to ask for forgiveness for the way I
spoke earlier. Will you forgive me?"


Lavinia eyed the young man suspiciously. This was quite an
about face. Forgiveness was never one of her best subjects
when she was a young woman learning to serve The Lord. Neither
was grace. “Ach, it’s not my forgiveness that counts in the
end,” she replied dismissively. “But your effort is duly
noted.” That was as gracious an acceptance as the old nun
could muster, and even that wasn’t easy.

Tatiana
 
"He's my best friend, Ma'am."


“Best friends don’t usually make you cry,” Lavinia said. She
had seen the residue of tears on the pretty girl’s face, as
well as how intimate the couple had appeared as they
conversed. “Let me have a word with you, Miss, before you go.”
She moved just far enough away from the soldier to be out of
his hearing, and waited for the girl to follow her. Meddling
hadn’t been offered as a subject in her training, but if it
had been, Lavinia would have done well.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Fri May 23, 2008 10:21 pm
Ash


Mari
 
"Oh!! Oh excuse me -- excuse me! Could you .. could you
give me a hand please? I seem to be a bit stuck."


She wasn't looking at him...was she?

Ash still hugged the shadows even as he paused to woefully eye
up the muddy rug-rat wiggling her dainty fingers in his
direction. He grimaced, glancing this way and that, hoping to
spot another person nearby, someone other than him whom the
girl was surely summoning. But, there was only he and her. Her
cordial smile threw him off guard, her genuine warmth even
from a distance quite perplexing. Ash stood stiffly from his
crouched position, still lingering in the shadows pacing
warily, studying her dubiously from afar.

She was young - perhaps coming of age - and apparently a
complete and total ignoramus. She beckoned to him a second
time, accompanying her words with a doltish giggle. Was she
laughing at him?! The Woad's brow frowned and hardened, his
lip curling back into a snarl as a low growl escaped his
chest. Coupled between distance and the rain, she wouldn't
have noticed his defensiveness, nor his features as they
slowly shifted to indifference. He would have left her there
to drown in a heartbeat, would have trudged past her and spat
upon her in the process, but something stopped him. His cover
- it couldn't be blown, not yet, not while Eala was still out
of his company. By breaking this facade, he was certain to
draw suspicions and thus fail. There was only one thing he
could do.

Muttering unintelligible profanities in his native tongue, Ash
reluctantly stormed over to Mari, peering down the length of
his nose at her and huffing out a snort through his nostrils.
Upon sight, she really was a disgusting and pathetic Roman
wretch, but Ash was no fool - not for one second did he
underestimate her. Romans were tricky, treacherous snakes not
to be trusted. By God, the last thing Ash needed was to be
violated with her filth - he did not want to be within two
arms' length of her, did not want to touch her. He narrowed
his dark eyes, cautiously extending his arm, although, instead
of offering her his hand, he merely offered her a single
finger in assistance. However, what Ash had not anticipated
was just how absurdly clumsy the urchin was.
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Author: Kay
Date: Sat May 24, 2008 12:54 am
Guinevere


Connell
 
“I will head east to look for Neeria"


Mona
 
“We should stick together, that was the plan! Damn him!
What now?”


Guinevere stared in dismay as the healer hurried away and
disappeared from view. And where was Ash? The whole plan was
falling apart around them. Then she saw him, but what on earth
was he doing, tugging some girl out of a puddle? Guinevere
needed to ask him what he had discovered.

"Come on" she hissed to Mona and seized the girl's arm,
dragging her into the shadows of a nearby buidling. "We need
to speak to Ash. When he has finished playing with the locals,
we must attract his attention"
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sat May 24, 2008 1:15 pm
Vanora


She eyed Drake one more time as the man ate, then decided it
best to leave him alone and let him eat. Vanora walked back
toward the kitchen with the dirty dishes, and left the door
close behind her as she moved to the wash bin and deposited
the dishes there, before heading off to where Linnette's
office was. Vanora felt for the young woman and hoped that she
would welcome the company...unless she had had too much
attention already. Approaching the room, Vanora tapped on the
door lightly, "Linnette, would you like some company?" At
times like this, her motherly instincts kicked in, and
Linnette and she had known each other for a long time. As a
friend, Vanora wanted to be there for her if she wanted to
talk....









Brendyn

The soldier did not the suspiciousness in her eyes when he
asked for forgiveness, but it was the Christian thing to do,
and being a woman of the cloth, he was sure that she'd accept.
It was not the answer he got though as she replied...

Mother Lavinia
 
“Ach, it’s not my forgiveness that counts in the end,”
“But your effort is duly noted.”


...Brendyn nodded at her response as he clasped the cloak
about his shoulders. Brendyn made it a point of reminding
himself that he'd need to replace his tunic, but he had no
time right now...or did he? he could not go back on duty
without a uniform tunic. The ache under his arm was dull, and
the wound felt much better now that the infection had been
cleaned out and the injury had been treated properly. He was
eager to get back to work, and do the best job he could
cleaning the latrines. Places like that held infections if not
taken care of well, and he thought perhaps that there was some
sort of disinfectant around with with to clean with. "Thank
you, Sister." Brendyn slightly glanced at Tatiana, then looked
outside at the rainy day. There had really been nothing to
apologize to her for as he had just been flat out
honest....and yet she had still cried. Could Tatiana not
handle a bit of honesty?

Tatiana
 
"He's my best friend, Ma'am."


Mother Lavinia
 
“Best friends don’t usually make you cry,” “Let me have
a word with you, Miss, before you go.”


Brendyn's eyes flickered to Tatiana then to the nun and back
as the nun moved out of earshot of where he stood. Taking both
sides of his red cloak, he pulled both sides in front of him
until they met. This would keep the rain off, and keep him
warm until he reached his destiny. Nodding to both Tatiana and
the nun, Brendyn, said, "I have to report to duty now."

With that, Brendyn left the infirmary, and made his way back
to the latrines, feeling that his attitude had improved
slightly more than it had been earlier that morning. Minutes
later, the soldier entered the latrine area and placed part of
his cloak over his mouth and nose. The smells made him want to
vomite, though he held up as well as he could. That's what you
get for pulling authority when it was not your place...Good
thing Malcus did not find out and beat your bloody arse into
the ground for such insolence.... Brendyn met up with the same
fellow that had been in there earlier, and made ready to carry
out his punishment. The servant showed Brendyn where the
outfits were for cleaning the area. A pair of worn leathers
and an old tunic, plus some old boots. Brendyn got out of his
uniform, changed into the new outfit, and began his punishment
despite the horrid smells that almost made him want to gag....
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat May 24, 2008 1:20 pm
Linnette


Vanora
 
"Linnette, would you like some company?"


Blinking and sniffling a bit to clear her nose again, Linnette
looked up from her ledger at the soft tap on the door. The
door was half open- she had partially shut it for some
privacy, but the office was small enough that having the door
all the way closed made it feel claustrophobically tiny- and
Vanora was peeking around the edge of it, looking serious and
concerned. Linnette sighed and sat back in her chair, slumping
a little and letting her legs stretch out under the desk, as
she made a small beckoning gesture, indicating that Vanora
could come in if she wanted.

"I'm just...just trying to sort some of this out..." With
another tired sigh, Linnette gestured down at her ledger,
lying open on the desk before her, and the handful of small
parchment scraps that surrounded it. Someone- and she was
grateful for it- had done some of her work for her by jotting
down the quantities of supplies used in the past couple of
days on these little slips. The spelling was makeshift, the
penmanship untutored, but someone had done it- and it did save
her the onerous task of going to the stores and counting
everything again. All she had to do was enter the quantities
in their proper places in the ledger...but that was going much
more slowly than normal, because tears kept coming to her
eyes, and she didn't want to take any chance of smudging her
writing, so every time she felt a sniffle coming, she had to
sit back or turn her face away. Vanora's knock had come at
just such a moment.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sat May 24, 2008 7:15 pm
Tatiana


Mother Lavinia
 
“Best friends don’t usually make you cry,” “Let me have
a word with you, Miss, before you go.”


Hearing Brendyn's boots leave the infirmary meant that Tatiana
had lost her chance of letting him know that she'd see him
later, if not then hopefully there's another time for her to
be with him.

"Yes, Ma'am?" You wanted to speak with me?" Tati asked after following polietly over to where Lavina stood. She would share with Brendyn whatever it was that the old nun would tell her, or not depending on if he didn't care. Then she'd just forget it.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Sat May 24, 2008 7:16 pm

Lancelot


So the chit had had a husband. For a brief moment, Lancelot
felt the ache that all people feel when one is lost in a
futile cause...but then he caught a look at ... Neeria's face
and realized she had been at Arthur's throat only the previous
day.

Neeria
 
"You may consider us to be savages, Roman, but I assure
you that I am just a loyal warrior fighting a battle,
much like your dark friend, there,"


A quirking eyebrow from Lancelot - he didn't interrupt the
girl to contradict her - but she would learn in time. Lancelot
was a warrior, yes, but loyality had nothing to do with it.

It was forced servitude, and if she didn't know that, then she
was as stupid as Merlin was. The only loyality Lancelot held
was to himself and keeping his head attached to his neck - but
then there was also the neck of the Roman man next to him.

Lancelot licked his dry, cracked lips and listened to the
directives given to Malcus by Arthur. He did not add anything;
Malcus might be a Roman, but he was one of Arthur's old
friends and seemed to know what he was doing. Lancelot didn't
fear for his safety in the least...actually, he was glad the
other man was going along, if only to keep watch on the nasty
Optio.

The fact that Arthur had agreed to send Tristan, however, was
worrisome and strange. Strange that Arthur had agreed to an
enemy's request, and strange that this girl had managed to
forge some kind of bond with the enigmatic scout so quickly.
Lancelot would have liked to have had a chance to speak to
Tristan, but he'd have to hold his tongue until the men
returned.

Neeria
 
"You have lived to see another day and so have I. We are
even....Arthur. Next time, Sarmatian."


Lancelot's teeth flashed in his filthy face. He fingered the
edge of the dagger that he kept in his vest. "Count on it,
darling."

The door shut behind the two of them, and yet Lancelot still
stood as stiffly and as in control as he could manage...until
he realized it was finally just himself and Arthur left alone
in the room.

Several thoughts warred at once in the Sarmatian's brain. To
yell, or not to yell? He moved to slump into one of Arthur's
leather chairs, and allowed his exhausted body to relax for
the first time since waking. Arthur's borrowed tunic flopped
around his body, the shoulders hanging askew as the Roman was
much broader through the chest than Lancelot was. Crossing his
legs pulled at Lancelot's leathers more, dragging them lower,
so he sat up instead and peeked down the neck of the shirt
once to see if his bandage was still in place. Of course Neeve
had done her work well, although the thing still hurt
somewhat. He then eyed the commander, who seemed peaked
despite his bravado - Arthur was a master at subterfuge and
facade when he needed to be - and let out a shakey breath.

"I have the urge to shout at you, you know," he sighed. "And
yet - I find I cannot right at this juncture. Count yourself
lucky, Artos." The familial name flowed easily from Lancelot's
mouth, although he hadn't called Arthur that but a handful of
times. And those had been in better days. Strange that the
boyhood name came so easily now, when their friendship was at
its most rocky.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sat May 24, 2008 8:53 pm
Vanora


She saw that the door was slightly opened, and just cautiously
peered around it to see of any indication that Linnette even
wanted company, or just wanted to be left alone...though most
Vanora had known in the past that had lost someone in their
life...well it was not good to leave them alone in their
grief. The red head saw the young woman sit back in the chair
kind of slumped a tad, and gave a beckoning for Vanora to
enter. Vanora stepped inside and shut the door slightly once
again, this time to give them both privacy....

Linnette
 
"I'm just...just trying to sort some of this out..."


...The tavern matron did not care about the book for now even
though they were important, what was important now was that
Linnette talk, or try to rest. Vanora nodded, letting her
fingers lightly run over the parchments on the desk, then took
a chair in front of Linnette smiling slightly, "You have
always done a good job of keeping the books, Linnette. I
couldn't ask for a better book keeper..." She paused for a
moment looking down at the ledger opened on the desk. Numbers
and figures and food supplies all kept neatly in rows. It
certainly made it easier for Vanora to make out when she
needed to know how much food she had in store. Right now,
Linnette needed to rest, though Vanora felt that it had to be
hard to sleep with such a tragedy looming in one's mind.
Vanora wondered if Linnette would care even that Thorn had
died....had she even known the woman?

'Adian, the young carpenter...he has been kind enough to
supply us with fresh meat since the last Woad raid the damaged
the store houses...' Vanora's brown eyes rested on Linnette.
'That helped us out with meat for the soups and stews for a
while, but then he disappeared...' She stopped, and looked
down at the ledgers. 'I would like to pay him for his
services, though I am not sure if he'd even take coins for his
services...' The woman attempted to change the subject from
the topic of Gedeon. Linnette looked very tired, signs of
stifled weeping were appearent on her young face.

Vanora felt it best just to come right out and say what was on
her mind, "Linnette, we have been friends for a long time, and
I want you to know that I am here for you if you should need
anything...Bors as well. I cannot claim to know how you feel,
but I am a great listener if you need to get everything off
your chest..." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a
handkerchief, handing it to Linnette. When one of her children
was sad, Vanora always pulled them close to her offering a
free shoulder to cry on...
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