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May 2008
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golden_trillium

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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sun May 25, 2008 8:45 am

Malcus Barbattus, Titrus, and Neeria


Malcus and Neeria reached the storage doors just as Titrus
entered the barracks. The lieutenant saluted Barbattus and
eyed the woad girl suspiciously.

"Titrus, Excellent timing. Outfit this young..." Malcus' eyes
scanned Neeria's frame up and down, "...woman...in some
leggings and leathers, a cowl and tunic and boots. We're
riding out very soon. Tell them to charge the clothes to
Commander Castus," the captain said. "I must fetch some things
from my quarters and change gear, myself. I will return
shortly."

"Oy, captain," Titrus replied as Malcus rushed past him.
Titrus grabbed the woad's shoulder and led her to the room.
The warden on duty made Titrus sign a ledger, then unlocked
the large store room. Titrus and Neeria walked inside the
facility and looked on the long rows of uniforms, leathers,
leggings, tunics...all the military clothing that supplied
Badon Keep, both Roman and Sarmatian. Titrus had no idea where
to begin.

"Where can I find clothes and boots to fit this scrap of a
girl?" Titrus asked the warden of the store. The old crusty
warden looked at Neeria through squinted eyes. His years of
experience would be able to pick out clothes that fit her, on
his first attempt.

"Ain't much is she?" he asked with a smirk.

Neeria glared at the old buzzard but didn't reply. Titrus
chuckled and gave the old man the list of clothes Malcus had
requested.

While the old man was gone, Neeria looked at Titrus.

"How is Eala? Where is she?"

"Eala? That is her name? She is back at the....cell," Titrus
replied, careful not to say the word 'dungeon'. "She has been
given food and will be cared for," he said.

Before Neeria could respond, the warden returned with the
clothes.

"This ought to do it," he said and shoved the clothes at
Neeria. "She's small, but so are some of the boys when they
first start training. They may be a little big but not too
much."

"Very well," Titrus said. "The charge is on Commander Castus'
account per his orders."

The old man raised his eyebrows but didn't argue. He figured
anyone dumb enough to lie on the commander would get his in
the end anyway. What did he care?

"Oy," the warden said with tilt of his head and swung the big
heavy doors of the store closed again and replaced the large
lock. "You can put on yer things on over there," he said
pointing to a curtain that hung as a makeshift fitting room.

Neeria gathered her cloak and blanket and scuffled over to the
curtain where Titrus handed her the clothes. After only a few
moments, the woman came out, fully clothed. Much to her
chagrin, the clothes felt good - warm and dry. The boots were
too big for her small feet and the cowl and tunic sleeves hung
past her wrists, but overall, the clothes fit her well. She
would at least be able to ride in them. She only wished that
she'd been able to bathe first. At least to wash her dirty
face.

Titrus was speaking with the warden of stores when Malcus
returned, having changed out his official uniform and into his
combat riding gear. Again, his dark eyes roamed over Neeria,
up and down. The woad woman shifted uncomfortably under his
stare.

"Very well. Titrus," Malcus said, turning his attention back
to his lieutenant, "the rotation is yours. You know what to do
in my stead. Don't take any shit from anyone or else they'll
answer to ME upon my return. Tell them the punishment for
insubordination is swift and just." The captain's fine
features darkened at the thought.

"God speed, captain," Titrus said with a salute.

"Oy, Titrus," Malcus responded, slapping Titrus on the back.
"Let's go, woman," Barbattus said and led Neeria out of the
barracks. Neeria's short legs worked double time to keep up
with the long-legged captain's stride as they made their way
toward the stables.
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Sun May 25, 2008 9:25 am
Bors


Dagonet
 
"Yhea... It would. Why do we keep going, Bors?"


Bors continued to study his friend's worn countenance, his
tired blue eyes steady and pinched with fatigue. His leg
throbbed, and he wanted Vanora to be here, soothing away his
fevered, ridiculous thoughts with her cool hand on his brow.

Thoughts of her turned his mind to his children. He was never
sure just how many of them there were at any given moment, but
he knew he loved them all beyond life itself. He knew he
wanted to take them all back to Sarmatia one day, to his
homeland, their homeland. Vanora too of course.

"We keep going because we must," he replied simply, sighing
heavily and struggling to turn more onto his side. "We keep
going because of all the people who rely on us to protect them
- the women and children, even the poxy Romans. Someone's
gotta watch their fat arses for 'em."

He huffed out a forced laugh, then grew serious once more,
frowning at the tall figure beside him in the next bed.

"You ok?" he asked gruffly. "Really? You gonna be alright?"
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun May 25, 2008 9:29 am
Linnette


Vanora
 
"You have always done a good job of keeping the books,
Linnette. I couldn't ask for a better book
keeper...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...That helped us out
with meat for the soups and stews for a while, but then
he disappeared...I would like to pay him for his
services, though I am not sure if he'd even take coins
for his services...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..."


"Oh...thanks." It took Linnette a moment to realize that
Vanora was handing her the handkerchief- her focus had been up
on the juncture between the ceiling and wall over the door
while Vanora was chatting about wanting to pay Adian,
presumably to give Linnette some time to compose herself- but
now that she saw the small, white cloth held out, she took it
and wiped at her nose and eyes, crumpling it in her hand when
she had finished.

"I...I don't think I should spend too much time
talking...there's so much to do." Linnette gave Vanora a
rueful smile, or a good try at one, and gestured towards the
ledger again, then once more sat back in her chair with a
sigh, her focus once more up to the ceiling, because it was
easier than looking at Vanora. The words, describing the rest
of the reason for her busy-ness came without even her
conscious thought, flowing autmatically.

"They...they want me to move out of our room, too." Linnette
sniffed back a threatening tear and dabbed at her eyes again.

"The Optio says they need it for soldiers." Her voice got
softer as the lump in her throat formed again- but she
swallowed it, determined not to let another crying jag
interfere with taking care of these accounts now. If finished
this, she wouldn't have to worry about it again till late
tomorrow- which could only be a load off her mind.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sun May 25, 2008 9:40 am

Arthur


The Commander had been satisfied with Neeria’s reaction and
response to his consent to her terms. He was also confident
that she would lead his officers to Merlin as promised. The
foolish girl had no idea the depths of Arthur’s wrath once he
would learn of her betrayal on that oath. He had also been
mildly surprised by the girl’s gesture of respect towards him
with her little bow of reverence….only yesterday she had
attempted to kill him for God’s sake. But with His
intervention, their roles had been reversed and in Arthur’s
opinion a person would typically do anything to save their own
life.

And then Malcus had escorted the Woad out of the room, the
door clicked shut and Arthur audibly sighed; shoulders
slightly slumped and eyes tightly closed. He reached up to
pinch at the bridge of his nose and attempted to gather his
thoughts….one person remained with Arthur in his
quarters….Lancelot.

Arthur then heard the familiar sounds of Lancelot’s slender
leather clad frame sliding down into one of his chairs. The
Commander knew that he must reprimand his knight for the man’s
behavior earlier towards the Optio, a superior officer.
However, Arthur only wished to hear…..

Lancelot
 
"I have the urge to shout at you, you know. And yet - I
find I cannot right at this juncture. Count yourself
lucky, Artos."


Lancelot was addressing him with an intimate familiarity that
had the hair on the back of Arthur’s neck instantly on end.
‘Artos’ had been a childhood family name for the Roman that
Arthur had shared with Lancelot long ago…and the Sarmatian had
only used the name in moments…Arthur blinked open his weary
green eyes and shoved the memories aside. That part of their
‘relationship’ had ended. The Commander paused before turning
to face Lancelot. He deeply exhaled and reached up to rub
sword calloused fingers over the back of his neck.

“What have you to shout about, hm?” Arthur began in a low tone
as he finally turned to look at his lieutenant. Both men were
obviously exhausted and rest would be required before either
could endure a round of fierce argument between them again.
But Arthur wanted something from Lancelot before he would
rest….and he also expected the return of the Optio at any
moment.

“Lancelot, you must not show your anger to Scipio,” Arthur
began to explain as he padded his way over to the chair
opposite Lancelot and practically collapsed into the thing
before continuing. He kept a hand pressed over his stitches as
the damn wound twinged in pain again.

“You risk your own life by showing aggression towards a Roman
officer,” Arthur reminded, albeit gently, Lancelot of the
consequences if he should physically challenge Scipio…or more
to the point: successfully injure the other man. Arthur would
give his own life to save Lancelot’s, but even that would be
difficult to arrange should Lancelot leave Scipio alive to
bring charges against him. And right now, Arthur needed to
focus on halting further attacks from Merlin….he needed
Lancelot to mind his temper, or at the very least leave no
witnesses to any crimes.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sun May 25, 2008 10:46 am
Vanora


Linnette
 
"Oh...thanks." "I...I don't think I should spend too
much time talking...there's so much to do."


Vanora gave a smile back knowing what the young woman meant,
but the tavern had held up just fine in her absence. Vanora
reached out a gentle hand nad rested it on Linnette's arm,
'There is always time to talk, Linnette...especially times
like this...The work can wait for a bit.' The red head meant
it, too. She watched Linnette bring her eyes up to the ceiling
to compose herself. Oh, What she had to be feeling right now!
What if Bors had died and left her with all of her children?
Vanora looked down at the books again, then back to Linnette.
She wanted to make sure that Thorn was no longer on the
payroll list. Vanora asked, "By the way, Thorn, Adian's wife
to be, died in this attack...so I'll need to take her off
payroll..." For a moment, her voice caught recalling how the
woman had died. It had been both horrible and heroic. Vanora
wondered how Adian was fairing as he had left the tavern in a
mixed bag of emotions....no telling what he'd do. Vanora
canted her gaze back to Linnette as she spoke, her voice
trembling...

Linnette
 
"They...they want me to move out of our room, too." "The
Optio says they need it for soldiers."


Well! If that didn't beat all! Vanora felt herself begin to
fume under her calm exterior, 'Move out?! But there are lots
of rooms for the soldiers, or so I thought. How thoughtless of
the...the...Does Arthur know? Surely if you go and talk to
him, he'd tell you different..." Vanora had never heard of
such a thing as throwing a widow from the quarters she shared
with her husband. The woman wondered where Linnette would go?
To be turned out of her home by an Optio? Vanora knew Arthur's
good heart and wondered just how the Roman was going to handle
this....

'Linnette, why don't you take the rest of the day off and get
things squared away. I will make sure you are compensated for
the time off,' Vanora's brown eyes were full of sincerity.
Linnette had to get her housing situation taken care of, and
then get some rest if she could....
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun May 25, 2008 12:09 pm
Linnette


Vanora
 
'Move out?! But there are lots of rooms for the
soldiers, or so I thought. How thoughtless of
the...the...does Arthur know? Surely if you go and talk
to him, he'd tell you different...Linnette, why don't
you take the rest of the day off and get things squared
away. I will make sure you are compensated for the time
off."


"No...no, I really have to do this, and it won't take long."
Linnette cast another resigned look down at the ledgers and
scraps of paper on the desk in front of her. If she didn't do
them herself, Arthur might find out and try to take care of
them for her...a mortifyingly embarrassing solution, in
Linnette's opinion, and one which she wasn't even willing to
risk voicing to Vanora. She picked up her quill and with
another sigh printed "Thorn" on the corner of one of the
scraps- so she wouldn't forget to make that note in the
ledger. Just like that, another person lost to the endless
fighting- and a woman, in this case, not even a man who
expected to have to fight. Why had Linnette even stayed here
at all, once the Villa was retaken? If she had just stayed
home, she wouldn't be going through all this, would never have
seen all this sorrow- but then again, she would never have
married Gedeon either, and known the all-too-brief happiness
that they had had together.

"They need the room because the barracks was badly damaged,
apparently," she contined, now sitting forward in the chair
and leaning forward to study the papers, her eyes downcast.
She picked up one slip of paper and shifted it over to the
other side of another one, then adjusted the positions of a
couple more, to no real purpose, but it felt silly to be
sitting there doing nothing.

"And Arthur knows. I'm pretty sure." She glanced up at Vanora
with a resigned shrug. He must know, or if he did not, he must
trust Amadeus to see to affairs in his place, surely. In any
case, she wasn't going to go complaining. Her pride wouldn't
bear that, either.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun May 25, 2008 1:39 pm
Kolya


Alina
 
"Do not presume to tell me what I feel, Kolya, for you
do not even know how to, What do you even care about?


Hmm- a better man may have been insulted by that.
Kolya could shrug it off though, water from a ducks back to
him these petty words spoken in anger. She lifted her chin in
defiance and the Sarmatian just smiled, amused and intrigued
by her unspoken insistence that she wanted him to leave her
alone. She didn't respond to his touch but nor did she
withdraw anymore. It was a weakness that the former knight was
willing to expose however he might.

Narrowed blue eyes looked about Alina's face close to his and
Kolya smirked though there was little humour in his
expression. He shrugged one large shoulder and cleared his
throat.

"You'd like me to say you." he stated matter-of-factly. He
searched her face, finding truth in what he said. And
something stirred inside of him uncomfortably. A conscience?
Perhaps...

Kolya's arms stiffened, their strength awkward about her waist
now as he slid one hand down, allowing her to turn out of his
embrace if she wanted to.

He didn't like that question. Didn't like having to think
about it because ... well, what did he care about? Pursing his
lips as he shrugged again, the Sarmatian brushed a wet finger
across Alina's cheek and followed it with his thumb, brushing
it backwards against her lower lip tantalisingly.

"But you wouldn't believe me if I did tell you. Because you,
Alina, want to see me as everything he isn't. No cares. No
responsibilities. No scruples." Kolya told her, grinning as he
lowered his face so that his lips were close to hers, his eyes
looking about her face as a knowing smile lit his face.

"I'm right, aren't I?"









Romanus

Cael
 
"Allow me, sir, The ring is yours, free of charge, of
course. Seek me again one day. I'm certain I'll have
something for you that you'll not be liable to forget,
That is...if such an upstanding gentleman as yourself
would be so kind as to grant me passage inside."


It was perfect! Meant to be!

Romanus' smile was doltish as he lifted his hand to look at
the finger upon which the band sat. He flexed the digit down
and up again, nodding his head in satisfaction. The jeweller's
generous gifting of the ring to him made Romanus' eyes bug out
of his head and he stared in wide-eyed surprise at the other
man.

"R... really?!" he squeeked, grinning from ear to ear now,
puffing up his chest a little as he looked at the ring on his
finger again, delighted. How could such a generous man be
anything but good?

Romanus was oblivious to the suggestive offer that Cael made,
giving him a wry smile and nodding his head as if he had
understood precisely what had been said. He even winked.

Mention of going inside the gates was met with a hiss of
uncertainty as Romanus looked upwards and then over towards
the distant trees, the grey mist of rain obscuring his vision.
He shrugged in his cloak and ran his thumb over the band of
his new ring on the inside, the rain slicking the metal.
Romanus turned his gentle brown eyes back to Cael and a grin
broke out on his face as he stepped aside.

"Ah of course Sir. Mere protocol you understand right? I'll be
sure to ask around for you if I ever get off of this wall
too." the Irishman said, stepping back inside the doorway at
the gate. A moment later one side of the gates creaked open.
Romanus stood inside with a welcoming smile, waiting for
Gabriel to come inside before ordering the gate shut.
"Now - keep well out of trouble, Mr Gabriel. Should anyone
question your presence within the walls, I am called Romanus."
the male said, nodding his head in satisfaction of a job well
done.







Saoirse

It wasn't that Saoirse didn't care about Dagonet, oh no. It
was quite the opposite. She cared so much that it physically
hurt her inside to know how much pain he must be in. She was
mortified because she had taken away his daughter and she was
not sure she could face people commiserating him on the death
of his son knowing that she denied him his daughter. Saoirse
couldn't help imagine the difference it would have made to the
Knight if he had come home to his toddler daughter who would
surely be attempting to crawl by now...

Lucius
 
"You look gorgeous"


The red-head's eyes snapped towards the man sharply. She was a
bit ... baffled by his words, her blue eyes puzzled and her
lips parted in bewilderment. He had not even hesitated on
those words and yet ... who was he?! Who was he that he came
looking for her, knowing her name and then calling her
gorgeous? The Irish-woman's expression was simple and easy to
read - 'you are weird'.

Lucius
 
"You look terrible"


He had very gentle eyes, understanding eyes. Saoirse didn't
know if she liked them or not - she always found it hard to
read dark eyes and that disturbed her. She liked to be able to
see what someone was thinking through their eyes but this
man's eyes were ... well, gentle. They were soft and honest
and he had to have been hiding something surely.. ?
The correction to his original claim was met with a snort of
wry amusement from Saoirse.

She cocked her head to the side a little looking at him
quizzically, puzzling him out or at least attempting to.
Failing that, Saoirse gave another huff of amusement.

When she went to rise, Saoirse was stopped in mid-stoop by
Lucius' hand on her wrist. She gave a protesting whimper, very
mild for her character, and looked at him pleadingly, almost
in terror over what he would tell her. His gentle, honest eyes
were intent on hers which, she knew, were filling with
treacherous tears. Saoirse held her breath, becoming impatient
in the mere seconds it took the man to figure out his thoughts
and answer her panicky questions.

Lucius
 
"It is Dagonet but... Nothing is wrong. Derfel is with
him and he is okay. I think he just... Well, I think...
you to be with them."


Knowing that it was Dagonet made Saoirse angry that his grip
tightened. She grit her teeth, pulling her arm back uselessly
before giving him a baleful glare, warning him to release her
before she bit him. Her posture settled marginally when he
told her there was nothing wrong, that Dagonet was ok. One
salty tear escaped down her cheek but she brushed it away
quickly, awkwardly slumping back onto the ground next to him,
a slight hiss of pain as the wound on her hip gave a
protesting tug.

Saoirse felt ... awful. She felt awful because she was
relieved that she didn't have to go out and face Dagonet right
now because it was not an emergency. She wanted to be there
when he woke but from the sounds of things he was awake and
knew she had not been tehre the whole time. It would be
embarrassing to tell him that she had needed some time to
completely fall apart without feeling selfish, without letting
him see how bloody weak she really was.

The red head sniffed, tipping her head back against the wall
and shrugged her shoulders upwards, holding them there as she
held her breath, steadying her frayed nerves. When she
released the breath, Saoirse pulled her hand from Lucius'
gently but meaningfully. She rubbed her fingers against where
he had held her, blue eyes staring upwards at the ceiling as
if it held a secret that she had to puzzle out.

"I need a while longer t'gather me senses. When I look a li'l
less terrible - " she whispered with a meaningful glare at
him, her dry lips trembling as she spoke, her eyes scrunching
up and her face twisting in silent emotional agony and guilt.
"He'd only blame himself if he saw me like this. Why's he
insist on callin' me back t'him? I swear he's tryin' t'destroy
his sanity by keepin' me in his bed..." she murmured, shaking
her head and lifting one very shaky hand to her fiery locks,
pushing them back off of her damp face. She turned a
suspicious eye to Lucius from beneath the arch made by her
hand -

"Who're you anyways? How'd ye know Dagonet? Or Derfel fer tha'
matter?"
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Sun May 25, 2008 6:05 pm

Lancelot


The weary knight stared across at his ... friend, commander,
and other things Lancelot chose not to put name to at this
moment.

Arthur
 
“What have you to shout about, hm? Lancelot, you must
not show your anger to Scipio. You risk your own life by
showing aggression towards a Roman officer."


The fact that Arthur was still pressing his hand into his
stitches did not escape Lancelot's gaze. He sighed and rested
his chin in his hand, his eyes narrowing as the other man
spoke. In his heart, Lancelot knew Arthur was right about his
actions - but damn it, the Optio was a snake in the grass -
could Arthur not see it? The Sarmatian would not lie down like
a whore and take it for all the world to see from that
bird-nosed fuck.

Find another whore.

His thin, veiny lids slid closed briefly over Lancelot's dark,
sore and red rimmed eyes. When he opened them, he forced
himself to look at Arthur, really look at him - to see the
wound and the exhaustion and the dissapating control there.
There was also something else - disappointment? - in those
green eyes that fired Lancelot's temper once again.

"I have plenty to shout about, Commander. The fact that you're
sending someone besides me to see Merlin for one. The fact
that you let that girl live, for two. And the fact that you
haven't seen properly to your own health, for three. I may not
be Rome's officially sanctioned 'Optio,' but I can see what is
right before my eyes." His voice was clipped and hurt, and
Lancelot stood, pacing restlessly in front of the Roman. "I
know I was - not exactly smart in my actions toward Scipio.
But Arthur," Lancelot's mouth was thin and sharp, as sharp as
the words that poured from his lips. "He is not to be trusted.
I can feel it. Here." He struck his breast, hard, over his
heart. Arthur's borrowed tunic slipped over one of his
shoulders, and the Sarmatian angrily yanked it back up. He
crossed to the table, and poured out a small amount of wine
mixed with water for Arthur, and approached the other man. He
knelt and handed the mug to the commander.

"You must promise me, if I promise you that I will hold my
tongue, to care for yourself. Gods forfend you'd leave Darya
alone." He laughed bitterly, and then looked away from the
green eyes that seemed to follow him wherever he went.

He snorted a breath and found his hands were trembling.
Clenching his filthy fingers into fists, he rose and remained
standing at Arthur's side. "When the Optio has left here, you
will rest. Promise it. Swear it to me, friend."

Lancelot swayed slightly, but caught himself quickly by
placing one hand over the edge of Arthur's chair. His gaze
burned into Arthur's face, and he swore he could hear his own
heartbeat, thudding loudly, as to wake the dead he did not
save in the last battle.

He could have been one of those. I could have been responsible
for his death.

He could have...

"No," Lancelot bit off, not realizing he was speaking aloud.
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Author: linnet
Date: Sun May 25, 2008 6:41 pm
Mother Lavinia


Brendyn
 
"Thank you, Sister. ….I have to report to duty now."


Admittedly some of the wind had been taken out of Lavinia’s
sails when the soldier who had vexed her so, apologized. She
also gave him a little credit for being willing to leave the
infirmary rather than hanging around eating their food, and
shirking his duty. On the other hand he had seemed almost too
willing to leave, eager to escape even. And other than a quick
look, he hadn’t given his sad-faced ‘best friend’ much of a
parting word or fond farewell.

Tatiana
 
"Yes, Ma'am? You wanted to speak with me?"


Lavinia tried to soften her naturally stern expression. She
was only doing this for the girl’s own good, after all, and
didn’t intend to intimidate her. “You won’t like what I have
to say, Miss, but someone has to say it,” the nun began, not
exactly achieving the helpful tone she had hoped to set.
“Getting involved with that soldier will break your heart.
He’s already made you cry, and left you rather abruptly just
now. My judgment is still out on whether he’s a decent sort or
not. I did believe him to be a cad, but he may have redeeming
qualities.” The nun spoke quickly. She looked directly at the
young woman, but wasn’t concerned with her reaction. This
wasn’t a conversation so much as a lecture.

“It doesn’t matter, however, if that man is the nicest fellow
on earth. He’s still a soldier,” Lavinia continued. “Let me
tell you what happens to soldiers here at Badon. They either
get killed, or they get transferred to some other outpost and
get killed there. If you let yourself fall in love with one of
them, you will end up alone and broken hearted.” Lavinia’s
voice had become more emphatic as she went on. To someone who
did not know the old woman, it might even be thought that she
was speaking from her own long ago past experience. But to
anyone who was familiar with the unpleasant nun, such an idea
would seem preposterous. She sucked in her breath and went on.
“Aren’t there any nice young merchants or carpenters or
farmers for you to give your affections to instead of a
soldier?” she asked the girl. It wasn’t a question she
expected to get a satisfactory answer to, but it couldn’t hurt
to plant the idea in the girl’s mind.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Sun May 25, 2008 8:49 pm
Cáel


Romanus
 
"R... really?!"


Cáel gave the lad a mirthless crooked smile and nodded
assertively. The ring was just a single trinket, a mere
trifle, after all. He had many other pieces to sell, and as
for his money, it was safely tucked away in secret back at
Eburacum. Sufficient funds had never been lacking, especially
not now that he possessed Gabriel's share of money as well.
And soon, he'd be swimming in profit from selling his
ex-lover's estranged family. Cáel was a walking contradiction
really - superficially generous and selfless, but the core of
him was truly greedy.

Romanus
 
"Ah of course Sir. Mere protocol you understand right?
I'll be sure to ask around for you if I ever get off of
this wall too. Now - keep well out of trouble, Mr
Gabriel. Should anyone question your presence within the
walls, I am called Romanus."


Cáel had swiveled up into Betelgeuse's saddle again, preparing
to enter Badon once permitted, even as the soldier still
debated with himself. A flash of uncertainty crossed the young
man's face, but it was effortlessly squashed by his ignorance
not a moment later. A smile etched into the corners of the
Goth's mouth - although it did not touch his eyes. Betelgeuse
snorted, padding a front hoove against the ground anxiously
beneath him, as the gate moaned open.

"I will not forget," Cáel promised, a mischievous glint in his
eyes again for just a moment. He nodded in farewell to Romanus
before urging his steed through the gate. Home sweet home.
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Author: Ranchera
Date: Sun May 25, 2008 9:20 pm
Connell


Connell looked about him, blending in as easily as he always
had. His hand came to his face a moment. He was so plain he'd
blend into a wall with no trouble. His nerves were a bit raw,
admittedly. Though he was slightly jumpy at the presence of so
many Roman guards he reminded himself that he was a familiar
at the fort and he ought to look like he had business there.
Just as well as anyone else does. He lingered over a stall of
baskets, picking up one and examining the other, trying to be
casual.

He chided himself a moment, considering that he’d rather
abandoned Guinevere and that other one without a word. No, not
abandoned. It’s better we part. He couldn’t be seen with
Guinevere—he was sure any association between the both of them
would be disastrous to the Cause. As for Mona, she was nothing
but trouble and would surely draw attention to herself like
flies on horse manure.

He picked up another basket and set it down again. He glanced
over his shoulder. A knight here, a woman holding an infant
over there, perfectly ordinary people. He made his way to a
stall of leather goods, listening for any useful information
as to where a captive might be taken, as well as the local
gossip. Of course the easiest means to catch up on the current
events would be at the neighborhood watering hole. Once he'd
examined the rest of the marketplace, Connell would make his
way to the tavern.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Sun May 25, 2008 9:59 pm
Alina


Kolya
 
"You'd like me to say you. But you wouldn't believe me
if I did tell you. Because you, Alina, want to see me as
everything he isn't. No cares. No responsibilities. No
scruples. I'm right, aren't I?"


Her bravado was failing - miserably - and Kolya could see
that. He could see her. Her features were more fathomable than
before, more readable - her expressions altogether a chaotic
mess as they flashed across her pretty face in strange
intervals. She started looking away alot more now, unable to
meet his gaze for long, yet her jaw remained set in stony
defiance. She shook her head at his first accusation. Such a
confession would've been idle, never meaning as much as she
thought it should, even if it were true. What she really
wanted was for him to just act like he gave a damn about
something. That something she would never anticipate to be
her.

She was still idly shaking her head to herself as he
continued, then stared up at him with uncomprehending eyes.
His arm unwound from her waist, and if Alina hadn't preceded
the action by locking her legs into place, she would've
probably unconsciously lurched forward into his embrace again.
Instead she raised a hand to rub her arm soothingly beneath
her cloak and recoiled a step as this new revelation hung
above her head in foreboding hindrance.

He flashed one of his infamous knowing smiles, and that only
beat down Alina's confidence that much more. She blew out a
disbelieving chuckle and shrugged her shoulders meekly. For
once Alina was thankful for Britain's dreary weather - the
rain cooled the flush of upset red to her cheeks and masked
the frustrated tears that threatened to fall.

"So, what do you want? A round of applause?" she retorted
unintelligably under her breath, her face down and shoulders
slumped.

For a moment, she appeared utterly defeated, but finally, the
woman managed to hold her head high. She took another step
away from him, seemingly having made a decision for herself.

"I don't want you," Alina said then, her tone bland. Her eyes
were dead - void from emotion - and although her body subtly
shuddered, Alina vowed it was from the cold and not regret. No
good could come of this.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Mon May 26, 2008 9:53 am
Tatiana


Mother Lavina
 
“You won’t like what I have to say, Miss, but someone
has to say it,” . “Getting involved with that soldier
will break your heart. He’s already made you cry, and
left you rather abruptly just now. My judgment is still
out on whether he’s a decent sort or not. I did believe
him to be a cad, but he may have redeeming qualities.
“It doesn’t matter, however, if that man is the nicest
fellow on earth. He’s still a soldier,” . “Let me tell
you what happens to soldiers here at Badon. They either
get killed, or they get transferred to some other
outpost and get killed there. If you let yourself fall
in love with one of them, you will end up alone and
broken hearted.” . “Aren’t there any nice young
merchants or carpenters or farmers for you to give your
affections to instead of a soldier?”


Tatiana listened attentively and quietly to the
lecture/conversation that the old nun was giving her like a
mother would give a daughter and once she finished, Tati
replied to her.

"He had something that he needed to get done once he was
feeling well enough to be allowed to leave here. I know that
he's a soldier and they lead dangerous lives, but he's a
friend and he really didn't mean to make me cry, it just
happened that was just the end result of what he told me when
he was laying on the cot.

"There were a bunch of farmers back home, but none of them
were that interesting, since none of them really caught my eye
in that way. If there are, I've either not met any here or
none of them caught my eye, besides isn't a merchant's life as
dangerous as a soldier's anyway? With all of the travelling
that they have to do" Tatiana replied curiously.

"I really appreciate your advice, Ma'am, but I think that I'll
stay on my chosen course with the soldier." She replied
nodding polietly to the old nun.
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Author: Darya
Date: Mon May 26, 2008 10:00 am
Darya


…and finally her little walking-tour had indeed led Darya to
the tavern. Well, she was hungry…there was no way to deny
that. Perhaps that was what had brought her here in the first
place. By now, the Sarmatian was chilled to the bone by the
rain…and any warm building was welcome. Thus she climbed up
the steps, pushed the door open and entered the tavern…

For a moment, she just stood by the door and scanned the room.
She did not see Vanora…but noticed Drake having lunch at one
of the tables. Only now did the dark-haired realize that it
had been him standing by the door to Arthur’s room, near
Linnette, earlier. She had to admit that she had not really
recognized him with all the other people entering and leaving
the Commander’s room at that point. So when he was here, did
that mean Linnette was around, too? Slowly pushing the hood of
her cloak back, Darya once more scanned her surrounding…and
was somewhat glad to not spot the moody redhead. Instead there
were some other familiar faces around but the dark Sarmatian
longed for a warm soup…and something equally warm to drink.

Darya moved to her favourite table in a shadowy corner of the
tavern and waved at one of the serving maids to place her
order. It did not take long for her meal to be served: a nice
smelling soup and a herbal tea. The dark-haired thanked the
serving maid and paid for the order… Then she sighed quietly
and almost hesitantly dipped the spoon into the hot fluid in
order to fill her empty stomach…
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Mon May 26, 2008 11:43 am
Catherine


Funny, that is why she had thought he asked her name.
Catherine remained still, sensing through whatever gift the
gods had given her to understand people as she did, that
Tristan wanted her to remain still. The blonde presumed, from
observing him in the past, the he was not the affectionate
kind. He would, in the very basest sense of the words, fuck
her. There would be no love lost here. There would be no
pining, longing or anything of the sort. Catherine idly
wondered if he would even kiss her.

Such things filled her mind as the Scout's bristly moustache
brushed against the soft skin of her neck. He did not caress
her though - he clutched her thighs with sure, thin hands,
hauling her tight against him so that she could feel the
urgency of his desire.

Again, not a word nor sound as the Knight lifted his hands to
tug the laces of her bodice open.

He was perfunctory that was for certain!

His touch sent familiar waves of, what Catherine called,
potential pleasure through her. Sometimes when a man touched
her she felt pleasure, other times she felt nothing but
revulsion. At times like this she felt that, given a little
more attention his touch would turn to pleasure. But Tristan
was not interested in her pleasure and Catherine did not
begrudge him his attitude one bit. She was not being paid to
teach a man how to make a woman feel pleasure. Not this time
at least.

And something told Catherine that, if he wanted to, he could
have her screaming his name at the top of her lungs whether
she wished to or not. All depending on whether he wished to.

His attitude to sex deciphered, Catherine allowed her body to
be easily pushed around and up against the door. She let a
sigh pass her lips when his hands encircled her waist. Such
gestures as groping her breasts and stroking her thighs were
all too familiar to Catherine. It was the smaller gestures,
the ones that hinted of intimacy and nothing carnal that
pleased her. Like the caress about her waist - but it was
short lived as his hands descended lower whilst his teeth
nipped the top of her breast.

Catherine gasped, her back arching automatically. She tilted
her head down to look at his mussed up hair so dark against
her pale skin. His fingers were between her legs before she
had a chance to realise he had had hitched her skirt! The
blonde's lips parted and she tilted her hips towards his
touch, hitching up one leg. But she did not wrap it about his
waist, instead she turned it the opposite direction,
flattening the bent limb against the door. Her two hands were
on his shoulders but one slid upwards to his neck, feeling the
wiry tendons and muscles throb there as he moved.

A barely audible moan sighed from her slightly parted lips. It
was not wanton but simply a reaction to his touch. He had
struck just the right place and had set the fire in her middle
to blazing. The potential pleasure was beginning to burn. Hazy
green eyes looked up at Tristan's face, her expression
unfathomable. Catherine did not feel for the men who used her
body. She did not hate nor adore them. She did not disregard
them either. She saw everyone of them for what they were.
This man was a soldier who risked his life. A slave who was
forced into the service of an Empire he, no doubt, despised.
He was a scout who could sense the presence of a human or
beast before setting eyes upon it. He was a lonely man who,
despite everything, craved the tender touch of a woman.
Catherine's white teeth were revealed as she bit her bottom
lip and tentatively spread her fingers against Tristan's neck,
stroking her thumb on the underside of his bearded jaw.









Galahad

He was distressed, not strained.

He was trying to pretend he hadn't just seen what he knew he
had seen so it was coming out in waves of invisible, but
perceptible, tension from his lithe body. The muscle beneath
his left eye was a bit ... twitchy. Galahad liked to think
that he was as unreadable as ... Tristan was. Truth was, he
was as easily read as a book. When he was displeased it
revealed itself readily on his boyish face. When he was upset,
as now, it was all too evident in the color of his almost aqua
eyes.

Gawain
 
“What’s wrong?” Is it Dag…or..?”


The youngest Knight gave a guffaw of surprise as his cloak was
grabbed and he was hauled in under the eaves of a doorway to
keep him out of the rain. He had his hand latched onto
Gawain's wrist immediately and his troubled face turned rather
petulant, disgruntled as he pushed Gawain's hand away, not
spitefully, but almost childishly.

"Dag? What are you talking about? Or what?" the knight
murmured, straightening his cloak and giving Gawain a querying
look before shaking his head and shrugging his shoulder,
looking out to the side with a pensive look to his face. "I've
not even been to see Dagonet yet. And nothing's wrong,
alright? I was just bored and thought I'd.. ya know ... catch
up." he said with a pout, not meeting Gawain's eyes now. An
even bigger indication of his troubled mind.

Hesitantly, Galahad cast his blue eyes to Gawain and looked
away quickly, chewing the isnide of his cheek. He could trust
Gawain, he knew he could, but Galahad didn't want to admit
that he had just seen his woman in some other man's arms. He
didn't want to bloody admit it to himself for the love of the
gods! So he kept his mouth shut, lips twitching as he chewed,
eyes darting to and fro as if he was watching the rain as the
rain swept it across the landscape.









Mari

For a moment MAri thought the man was going to go and leave
her sat in the puddle. But her bad thoughts were ill-founded
as the man came storming to her rescue! The brunette gave an
embarrassed titter and licked her mucky bottom lip, turning to
sit in the puddle and look up at him with an adorable look
upon her wet, dirty face. Her naturally curly hair was almost
black with wet and muck, her brown eyes looking vibrant
against the dull tone of brown from the ground that was
plastered about her pale skin.

The man stood above her. Mari was oblivious to the fact that
he looked down his nose at her at all. She smiled up at him
greatfully and reached out for his offered hand, (not seeing
it was but one mere finger of assistance he was willing to
dole out).

It was not a huge hand, not like Milan's, but it was large
nonetheless. She wrapped her fingers around it and then
clapped her other hand to the back of the hand, attempting to
lift herself out of the muck. But his footing was not as sure
as either of them had thought and when Mari had gotten to her
feet and slipped again, she ended up slipping forwards and
sideways, causing Ash to slip too. The both of them ended up
on the ground, Mari laying across the man's legs giggling like
a loon and Ash upon his back.

The young woman tried to clamber out of his way, crawling on
her knees, they parted on the slippy muck and she slid down
again, ending up clasping Ash's thigh with one hand, the other
against her mouth as she stifled mad laughter.

"Oh my goodness this is more complicated than I had thought!!"
she declared over the thump of raindrops against their not wet
clothes. She looked over at the man, ignorant to his
displeasure, her eyes squinted due to the rain - "I am so
sorry for pulling you in! Maybe we can figure a way out
together huh?" Mari laughed, lifting her hand to wipe the back
of her wrist against her forehead, pushing the wet, mucky
strands out of her face. The sad bandage on her wounded hand
looked bloody awful, no longer tight against her palm but
hanging loose and almost to the point of falling off
completely, making Mari look utterly pathetic and woefully
clumsy.

"Ok - if you stay there I might be able to ... crawl over you
to ... " she gestured towards a piece of ground that didn't
look slick with mud the way this part was - though it would
involve crawling, literally, over Ash's entire body from toe
to top.
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