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May 2008
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Wed May 28, 2008 6:57 pm
Jols


After stabling the Knights' horses in the stables and grabbing
something to eat, Jols was heading down to the herbalry from
the tavern when he caught sight of Lancelot.

"Lancelot, have you decided on a name for your mount yet?" The
Squire asked the First Knight once he caught up to him.

"I named him Shadow, while I was working on him as I couldn't
just call him horse." He commented.

"I've not yet had a chance to look in on either Dag or
Derfel."

"Have you gotten a chance to grab something to eat?" Jols
queried the Dark Knight curiously.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu May 29, 2008 8:03 am
Brendyn


It was not something that he'd write down in his day's end
journal, nor anything that he'd write home about later, but
cleaning the latrines had to be one of the most humbling
experiences of his young career so far. After gagging and
vomiting up the breakfast and lunch he knew he had not had
yet, Brendyn and the other servant had begun to clean the
toilets as well as the walls surrounding the enclosure as best
as they could. Sometime into his duties, the young man could
not figure out why the other man could do such a job, and the
servant had laughed heartily and said that he could not smell
anything due to an illness complete with a stuffy nose....

Brendyn could only wish for such an illness.

He had aquired some sort of cleaner, a sort of soapy solution,
and a stiff cleaning brush, and used a bit of muscle to scrub
the filthy walls as best as he could, tossed out the murky
water, then re scrubbed the walls. Germs and other diseases
were caught a lot of the time from such areas, so the cleaner
they were, the better. After going to vomit again, Brendyn
went back to where he had scrubbed the walls. They looked a
sight better than they had. Satisfied, he went to help his new
friend with scrubbing the rims of the toilets. His stomach
rumbled in protest, but he had to make up for lost time due to
his wound needing to be restitched. With a guilty pang, he
thought back to how he had left Tatiana with the nun who's
name he still did not know...

Veronica The memory of his former lover came into his mind:
Her tan complexion, pale rosy cheeks, deep dark eyes, and long
raven black hair. Brendyn still hoped that someday their paths
would meet again....
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Author: Darya
Date: Thu May 29, 2008 9:43 am
Darya


The warm soup felt good, Darya had to admit this. It had
certainly been the right thing to come here to the tavern to
get something to eat. And while the Sarmatian slowly emptied
the bowl, her she subtly watched the other people in the room.
It was not overly crowded, which she was grateful for…and
which made it much easier to keep an eye on everyone. Who
knew…perhaps there were still a few Woads sneaking about the
Fort…except for that woman Arthur, Lancelot and Scipio had
discussed about earlier. The dark-haired wrinkled her nose and
finished with the last bit of the soup…

Then Darya just leaned back, lightly clasped both her hands
around the mug of tea and pondered if she should go to the
weaver’s shop to ask Ione for the new clothes already…or if
she should perhaps go and take a proper bath. The latter
sounded pretty tempting… Pursing her lips in though, the woman
lifted her gaze from the mug in her hands for a moment…

…which almost immediately fell on another person entering the
tavern (Cáel). Darya tilted her head a little and assessed the man. He
looked…rather strange. Very pale…with an odd white streak in
his otherwise black hair. He had to be new to the Fort.
Definitely. The female Sarmatian was sure that she would
remember him if she had seen him before. Lifting the mug
slowly to her lips to take a sip of tea, the woman allowed her
gaze to linger on the stranger a bit longer… He was no Woad,
was he?
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Thu May 29, 2008 4:07 pm
Mari


Oh to be as oblivious!!

Mari was flinching from a gust of icy cold rain that came her
way when Ash started to reach down for the knife in his boot -
she saw nothing suspect in his actions and she still held out
a hope that she could repay him for helping her out of the
water. And to console him in having ruined his clothes in the
process. However, the slosh of feet behind her got her
attention. She glanced briefly over her shoulder and back to
Ash, then her head whipped back around and she smiled from ear
to ear, an adoring smile, as Milan came to her side.

The girl parted her lips to laugh and tell Milan what had
happened but he was glowering quite viciously at the man who
had helped her. Mari's brows twitched down into a brief frown
as she looked at her rescuer.

He was laughing, it seemed.

Milan's hand on her elbow made Mari gasp and she looked up at
him, feeling like the world was beginning to spin around her.
What was going on? What had she missed?

Milan looked upset - Mari reached a hand around his waist,
tucking herself in under his arm and looked back across at
Ash.

"I .. I fell in the muck and couldn't get up - " she
explained, glancing up at Milan and finding it in herself to
grin impishly, embarrassed, "I accidentally pulled this man in
with me when he tried to save me. Very clumsy of me ..." Mari
said with a wry chuckle, ducking her head a moment as another
gust of cold, icy rain splattered against her pale face. She
narrowed her eyes to slits as she looked at Ash, smiling
lopsided, adoreable as her hand slid across Milan's lower back
searching for his arm to touch and assure him that it was ok.

"Maybe.. maybe another time? I can repay you for your
kindness?" she said hopefully, batting her eyelashes out of
habit rather than seduction.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Thu May 29, 2008 6:00 pm
Lancelot


The rain should have been cooking on Lancelot's hot, red face
- he was so, so angry. At himself, at his idiocy, at his
allowing himself to forget his own weapons in Arthur's
quarters.

Because of Arthur. Because Lancelot allowed himself to be
distracted and acted like a fool.

He was plowing headlong toward the quarters, and almost missed
Arthur's way too cheerful squire when the other man spoke.

Jols
 
"Lancelot, have you decided on a name for your mount
yet? I named him Shadow, while I was working on him as I
couldn't just call him horse. I've not yet had a chance
to look in on either Dag or Derfel. Have you gotten a
chance to grab something to eat?"


Lancelot blinked at the other man. "My goodness, man, you're a
bit talky today, aren't you?" He eyed the sky and allowed his
expression to close in - his face taking on that certain cast
it did when he was guarding himself and his thoughts.

"The horse is to be called Diabolus. Thought that appropriate,
considering who gave him to me." Lancelot snorted, and
pointedly looked at the weather again. "I'm to see Dag after I
retrieve my swords - and for the gods own sake, Jols, I shall
eat when I have time. Do me a favor though - let Dagonet know
I'll see him shortly?"

Snugging the borrowed leathers up over his shoulder again,
Lancelot turned and strode away before the squire could ask
yet more questions. Arthur certainly had encouraged the man to
be open. He laughed to himself, and had to jump to avoid
tripping over a dropped piece of tack. "Fucking Romans - who
else would leave a perfectly good bit in the mud?"

He muttered to himself, his anger fueling his exhausted body
for the rest of the walk he had.
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Author: Starbelle
Thu May 29, 2008 7:10 pm
Jols


Lancelot
 
"My goodness, man, you're a bit talky today, aren't
you?"  "The horse is to be called Diabolus. Thought that
appropriate, considering who gave him to me." "I'm to
see Dag after I retrieve my swords - and for the gods
own sake, Jols, I shall eat when I have time. Do me a
favor though - let Dagonet know I'll see him shortly?"


"I suppose, I guess I'm just making up for the time spent on
the road." Jols commented.

The Squire nodded when he heard the name that the First Knight
had chosen for his horse and his reasoning behind the name
choice.

"Yes, Lancelot. I'll tell him when I see him." He replied to
the retreating form of Arthur's Second as he continued on his
own path towards the infirmary to see how his fellow knights
were doing.

Reaching the infirmary, the Squire walked through the open
doorway and glancing around saw a nun sitting at a desk and
after nodding a greeting to her with his head, walked over to
the bed that Dagonet lay on.

Heading over to the bench, Jols sat down on it and rested his
clasped hands on the bed, being careful not to jar the cot too
much in case his friend was asleep as he didn't want to
disturb his rest.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Fri May 30, 2008 7:16 am
Mona


Mona wasn’t happy with the way things were going already.
Connell taking off like that was a dangerous move and could
have exposed their mission before it had even gotten started.
What would Merlin think? They were better off without him,
though. His loyalty to Merlin was blurred and in Mona’s mind,
if he was successful in rescuing Neeria, that would keep both
of them busy, thereby making it easier for Mona to get rid of
Guinevere.

“We must find a secure place where we will be undetected,
princess. With your disguise, you should be able to move
freely and gather any information you can. I will …”

Mona suddenly stopped talking and crouched lower against the
wall. She peered into the distance, squinting her eyes. She
saw the shadow of man, huddled against a building across the
commons. The rain was coming down heavily again and visibility
was poor but there was something very familiar about the man.
Mona suddenly recognized the man.

“Guinevere!” she whispered loudly. “It’s Ash!” she said
pointing in his direction.

Their woad counterpart was lurking in passageway. Mona
adjusted the gear on her back again, securing it on her
person. She checked their surroundings again making sure it
was safe to move. She motioned to Guinevere and then scrambled
across the distance between she and Ash. The woad male was
covered in muck and visibly agitated. Mona fell in beside him,
breathless.

“Ash! Where are they? Have you found them yet?” she asked,
wide-eyed.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri May 30, 2008 9:50 am
Vanora


Vanora smiled as Linnette accepted her hug hoping that in some
way it would give her comfort. She wanted to stay longer with
the young woman, but two things prevented her from doing so:
The fact that Linnette might have wanted to be alone, and the
other, that there were still customers that needed to be
served...

Linnette
 
"Thanks." "I...I don't really need this...money's not a
problem, just so you know."


As they parted the embrace, Linnette had gestured to the coins
Vanora had placed on the table. "I figure that even those who
are well off deserve a raise for the work they do, Linnette. I
give my other workers raises when they preform well, and you
are no exception..." The red head smiled at her friend. Some
how, she had recalled some such mission that the knights,
Arthur and Linnette had taken to her estate...still, as long
as Linnette worked as her accountant, then she'd get paid.
Fair was fair, and Vanora was stubborn. The woman frowned
though as Linnette pushed the coins back toward her, but she'd
be damned if she was going to take them back. All of her crew
worked hard and deserved a raise once in a while....when she
could afford it. Vanora stepped back away from the table as if
to say that she'd not take the money back, but she did so with
a smile playing at the corners of her mouth....

Linnette
 
"But I appreciate it,"


"Well you do deserve it, my dear," With a heavy sigh, Vanora
stepped toward the door as Linnette prepared to write more in
the ledger. They both had a lot of work to do, and Linnette
would no doubt like to be alone for a while. Opening the door
to leave, Vanora turned back to Linnette, and said, "I have to
get back to the customers anyway, and you have your work, but
if you need me for anything you know where I will be..."
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri May 30, 2008 5:08 pm
Linnette


Vanora
 
"Well, you do deserve it, my dear. I have to get back to
the customers anyway, and you have your work, but if you
need me for anything you know where I will be..."


"Yes...thank you." Linnette smiled tiredly as Vanora left the
small office, then turned her attention again to the coins
that Vanora had left on the table. A raise? Well, that was
welcome, though Linnette hated to think that Vanora was
providing it just out of pity for her. But Linnette did do
good work- she knew it, without pride or puffing herself up,
just as fact. She was good at keeping track of and writing
down all the little picky details. Hmm...well, it was welcome.
Linnette set down her quill on the desk and scooted the coins
toward her, counted them in her good hand, then reached down
and stuck them in her pouch and picked up the quill again. She
wouldn't forget to scrupulously record that amount either.

Her eyes still felt puffy and sad, but they were dry for now-
and Linnette, knowing that that situation might not
necessarily last long, bent her head to her ledgers, trying
her best to think of nothing but quantities of supplies and
money, until she was caught up on her accounting for the day.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Fri May 30, 2008 8:20 pm
Titrus


Titrus watched as Malcus led the woad woman toward the
stables. When they rounded the corner, Titrus turned and
headed in the opposite direction, walking in the direction of
the Roman prison, better known as the ‘dungeons’, a word
Titrus hated. The lieutenant pulled his cloak around him
tightly and wiped his forehead as the rain continued to
assault him as he made his way, carefully, through the mud. He
was only going back to the cells to check on the woad girl.
“Eala,” he said out loud. The woad woman had said the girl’s
name and now Titrus rolled it around his tongue. I’m only
checking on her because I told her I would and I’m a man of my
word. Yeah, sure.

Titrus knew that was only half true. He knew he was checking
on the girl because he wanted to. She is a child, his inner
voice said. “A wild child,” he responded to himself. As Titrus
approached, a guardsman opened the gate with a grunt and let
Titrus enter. The lieutenant nodded and kept walking. A second
guard fell into step with him. No matter how many times he’d
gone there, the smell of the dungeons smacked him in the face
like a drunken whore every time. He fought the urge to gag and
ignored his stomach as it violently flip-flopped.

Titrus walked up to Eala’s cell door and peered between the
bars. The prisoner was sitting in the far corner of the cell,
holding the doll Titrus had given to her previously. The guard
unlocked the door and pulled it open for Titrus. As he walked
in, Titrus noticed the girl was sleeping. The lieutenant
stared at her for a moment. Even in her sleep, there was
nothing quite innocent or angelic about her. She didn’t really
look like a child – more like a small person. Her life, and
God only knew what she’d been through, had hardened her
features, even at such a young age. Titrus wondered how old
she was. Where were her parents? Were they dead? Did she have
brothers? Sisters? The Roman continued to stare at her. The
child’s breathing was deep and even. The lieutenant didn’t
want to wake her. He might either frighten her or cause her to
attack. So instead, Titrus turned to walk out of the cell. As
he reached the door, he heard movement from the child behind
him.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Fri May 30, 2008 11:10 pm
Ash


The break from the two children had led Ash into familiar
territory. He recognized the infirmary building south of him,
and immediately detoured, prowling down the length of an
alleyway. He hunkered down at the mouth of it at the other
end, plastering his back against the wall, when he detected
anxious footsteps sloshing through the murky landing nearby.
He warily peered around the corner, narrowed dark eyes
scrutinizing the two figures making haste toward the stables.
He unmistakably recognized Neeria's voice. The soldier hurried
her along. Ash made ready to track them, when suddenly a
shrilly voice cut through the rain behind him.

Mona
 
“Ash! Where are they? Have you found them yet?”


Without preamble the male woad whipped around and partially
pinned Mona to the wall, slapping a hand over her mouth to
silence her. He threw a frantic glance over his shoulder,
making sure the soldier that had been towing Neeria along had
not heard Mona's cry and doubled back to investigate. He had
not. The two had disappeared around a corner. Ash sighed with
relief, glaring daggers at the blonde Woad then, his face only
inches from hers.

"Clearly you are either completely incompetent, Mona, or
purposely trying to sabotage this mission," Ash hissed
quietly. "Don't make me regret not tying you up and gagging
you this very moment."

He released her and stepped away, tension rolling off his
shoulders in waves as he cautiously glanced in the direction
Neeria had been taken again.

"Neeria was being led in that direction. She had only one
guard with her that I could see," Ash explained, turning back
to Mona and Guinevere, his jaw squared. "She is your
responsibility now. I suggest you use Guinevere's knowledge of
the fort to your advantage. Fetch her quickly and get out."

He looked away again, his eyes distant.

"I will collect Eala and bring her to safety tonight. I fear
tomorrow will be too late, " he added, apathetically. His gaze
flashed meaningfully toward the female Woads. "For all of us."









Cáel

He had that new arrival aura about him, but that fact did not
hinder Cáel in the least. He liked to think he had a very
unforgettable face. If people stared - all the better - it
meant they were interested in him. His demeanor was over-all
pleasant, his manners proper. There was every reason for
people to be interested in him, and no reason for them to be
suspicious. And even if someone were suspicious of him,
obviously it'd link back to mere paranoia. Cáel was
undoubtedly trustworthy, after all. A true gentleman.

The Goth located an empty table and settled himself. A young
serving girl timidly approached, her features a bit wary as
her eyes memorized his uniqueness. Cáel graced her with a warm
smile, the twinkle in his eyes genuine. She breathed easy and
relaxed, returning the gesture. He reached for her small hand,
taking it tenderly and turning it palm side up as he slipped
her a couple of coins. His other hand briefly folded over
hers. He was utterly tentative, and she seemed to respond
beautifully.

"Bring me whatever you have to offer," he told her and winked.
She giggled at what she perceived to be an innuendo. She left
a mug of ale with him, before gliding away toward the kitchen
to fetch his lunch.

The Goth settled back in his seat, his dark gaze briefly
sweeping the room, eventually locking onto an apparent
audience. A lovely dark-haired woman (Darya) sitting alone in
the far corner was staring at him. The corner of his mouth
tugged into a subtle smirk. He raised his mug to her, before
bringing it to his lips to drink.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Sat May 31, 2008 1:18 pm
Dagonet


As Dagonet spoke up he had not noticed that his friend was
slowly slipping away. Answer to Dagonet's question and his
words was a light snore from Bors. Slowly the big knight
turned his head to look upon his friend and saw him with
closed eyes, his body limbly laying on the cot. A small smile
appeared on his face as he watched his friend. Good, old Bors.

Dagonet himself closed his eyes and sighed silently. But there
he had not long time to rest as he mostly sensed than heard
somebody approaching and felt somebody put upon his bedside
gently. Dagonet oppened his eyes only to see Jols sitting by
with his clasped hands upon his bed.

"Jols..." Dagonet uttered and looked into the man's face.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sat May 31, 2008 1:39 pm
Jols


Dagonet
 
"Jols..."


"Hey Dagonet. How are you feeling? Doing ok?" Jols asked after
greeting his friend and brother as he glanced down into the
other man's eyes.

"Lancelot wanted me to tell you that he'd see you shortly as I
almost ran into him from the stables on my way over here." The
Squire commented, a lopsided grin appearing on his face at the
mention of the near collision.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sat May 31, 2008 2:28 pm
Catherine


Catherine didn't do what she did for the love of money. She
didn't do it for the love of men either. She did it for the
love of the acquaintances made - the opportunity to learn
about the places that other people had been and she had only
ever dreamed about. She didn't dislike money but there was a
catch in her brain that tripped each and every time she heard
the clink of coins after spreading her legs for a man. She
despised that part of her job with a passion. There was,
unfortunately, not other way around it.

She was a whore.

And so being a whore the blonde never really expected kindness
from people. And she most certainly did not expect kindness
from someone like Tristan. He was rough around the edges - oh
far from cruel! but he was withdrawn even from his own heart.
To hear his steps following her and then feel his touch upon
her elbow to halt her departure and then the soft brush of his
lips in amidst the bristly beard -- it was ... strange.
Unexpected.

Tristan
 
"So far I've been lucky, Don't get too wet,"


And she remained unaware of his true motive for the embrace.
Catherine's lips parted and a wistful look took flight across
her face. Had her eyes been open an onlooker would have seen
hope, longing and devestation play out on her beautiful
features. Hope for this touch from a man that she loved,
longing for the same thing, and devestation in knowing that it
would never be for her. Such things were never meant for a
whore.

The blonde smiled, dipping her head and wiping away any
vestiges of emotion from her face as Tristan pulled her hood
up. It was a remarkably considerate gesture, coupled with his
gruff order, it made Catherine's stomach flip. Did he really
care or was this part of his undeniable charm?

With a brief but obvious curtsey, Catherine winked at Tristan
and turned, walking out of his room and down the corridor. She
was going to go home and bathe - not because she felt
Tristan's touch was dirty, far from it... in fact, she quite
enjoyed that last gesture, the brush of his lips against her
neck, the feel of his hands about her waist so possessively...
was that what it was to be loved? Oh who knew!

Catherine was going to bathe because she felt dirty from those
coins. Her mind conjured the image of that extra coin and she
shivered - a shiver that had nothing to do with the rain that
splattered over her pretty face as she hurried through the
courtyard and out into the houses that lined the street
leading to the fortress grounds.









Galahad

It was easy to whinge about the weather. Much harder to admit
that you had just seen your woman with another man - Galahad
didn't want to think about that. Maybe if he ignored it long
enough it would become unreal... somehow. Gawain knew about
stuff like that, didn't he? He knew women - he had it all
sorted with Brianna, and she was a bloody WOAD for crying out
loud. Anyone who could tame a woad and settle down to have
kids with her had to know a thing or two about women. Once
more it was on Galahad's mind to ask about Brianna - his lips
parted, smacked shut and he looked away, frowning at the
ground as they climbed the steps to the infirmary.
Questions about Brianna might bring about questions on Alina
and ... no. Just no.

Galahad's jaw tensed once inside the infirmary. As if the
infection knew where it was, the wound on his stomach gave a
protesting jab of heat. The young knight flinched, ducking his
head and took a deep breath through his mouth - anything not
to smell the medicaments that were meant to make a man feel
better.

Gawain
 
“Why?’


The young Knight's nose scrunched up as he looked at Gawain,
his face twisting in confusion.

Why?

The worst thing than bringing back the dead body of a friend
and brother was having to tell the news to yet another broken
woman left behind. Galahad hated that. He hated seeing the
effect that Rome's service had on the ones left behind. The
other Sarmatians were different - they were all still in
service... but Linnette owed Rome nothing and she would be, no
doubt, broken by this. What right had Rome to rip her heart
out the way it had?

Galahad parted his lips to answer but Gawain spoke up - and
his blue eyes also spotted Lavinia, dreaded Lavinia, making a
bee-line.

Galahad tried to make himself look very small...

Gawain & Mother Lavinia
 
“We’ll wait here to ask someone about Dag.”

“You’re too late,I broke the party up earlier, Bors drank all the spirits, and he and Dagonet are resting – not to be disturbed for the time being. I told you this morning to come back in a week for your arm. It’s been five hours. That’s not a week.”

“Take it easy, Lavinia. We just wanted to know how Dagonet is doing.”

“He’ll recover eventually if he’s allowed to build up his strength, And you. I thought Alina was ‘taking care’ of you. So where is she? We’re swamped here, and I could use her. Please tell the free spirit that if she wants to continue earning a living as a healer, showing up for work is highly recommended.”


Well that was good news about Dag anyways!

Galahad half-turned away from the confrontation that Gawain
was expertly putting to rest. He looked around the infirmary
with narrowed blue eyes, seeing if he recognised anyone in the
beds. He wasn't sure, but he thought that that might have been
DAgonet way off in a corner but the light was not the best in
the infirmary so he couldn't be certain. When Lavinia passed a
comment on Gawain going back in a month, the young knight's
head whipped around, looking first at the blonde Sarmatian and
then guiltily at Lavinia.

He hadn't come to the infirmary - Lavinia would know that. And
she would not be best pleased about it either, he wuoldn't
think. Galahad was about to thank Lavinia for seeing to
DAgonet and his hand was already on Gawain's elbow hoping to
drag him out of there when the old hag turned on him.
Immediately defensive and feeling rather cornered, and more
than a little mocked considering what he had just seen,
Galahad puffed up his chest and frowned bitterly at Lavinia.

"Who am I, her mother? I don't know where she is - she was
there when I feel asleep earlier and gone when I woke up. I
haven't seen her since." he lied. Badly.

Huffing out a breath, Galahad sniffed and thumped a hand back
on the inside of his cloak to dispel some of the rain
droplets. "She's a big girl now ya know - she can well look
after herself." it was on Galahad's tongue to say that maybe
Alina wasn't there because of Lavinia being something of a
battle-axe in temperment btu he thought, nay, he knew that
that would be taking it a little too far.

So instead he pursed his lips petulantly.









Amadeus

Amadeus would never admit it but he was not very good at
reading people. He observed but he was only good at that -
observing. He tended to take things at face value and so when
Arthur remained impassive and outwardly calm, the Optio saw no
reason to think that he was feeling anything to the contrary.
It was for thsi reason that he had employed the company and
watchful eyes of people like Rowan... and Wybert. Both now
dead.

Arthur's anger in that brief moment had been easy to read.
Amadeus narrowed his grey eyes marginally and waited with
pursed lips for the Commander's response. Surely he would not
deny him his right to bear witness to the punishment of a man
who had wronged him!

Arthur
 
“You need not concern yourself with Lancelot’s
punishment. You will ride out to face Merlin as I have
instructed without further delay. That is most
imperative in order to avoid further attacks and
bloodshed and should be foremost in your thoughts, Optio
Scipio, Have no further concerns on the matter of
Lancelot’s punishment. I do not allow insubordination of
any kind from any man. I will deal with him
appropriately. And have no fear, Amadeus. My faith in
God and my allegiance to Rome are of highest
priority….my men understand and respect that as
conscripts in the Emperor’s army, I have entrusted you
with a most urgent and important task….that is all you
need be focused on,”


And now he was being studied.

Amadeus remained calm, impassive, as Arthur scrutinised him.
He ran through what he had just been told - to carry out this
important order, to forget about Lancelot, essentially, and do
as he was told. The Optio could not help but give a wry smile
as Arthur referred to his pets as Conscripts. It must have
hurt him to acknowledge that that was all they were. They were
no elite squad of cavalry.

They were cantankerous, pagan, loose-moraled, tongue-wagging,
untrustworthy conscripts. They were not here for the love of
Rome as Arthur and Amadeus were. That was something that they
shared if nothing else, Amadeus thought. That was something
that he could and would use to build on. He would use Rome to
bring Arthur down. Somehow.

With a deep breath inwards, Amadeus allowed Arthur's scrutiny
because he had little other choice. The Commander had his chin
dipped but raised it now, letting Amadeus know that his study
had been complete. With a quirk to one eyebrow, the Optio gave
Arthur a half-smile and nodded his head.

"Of course, Commander. You will not be disappointed. I will do
all in my power to ensure an end to this ruckus with the
Woads. I will go now and prepare and trust in your judgement
to punish your Knight in what way you see best, which, I have
no doubt, is the way Rome would think best, and indeed, the
way Holy God himself would think best."

There - that said it all. Amadeus expected no leniancy from
Arthur on Lancelot - he expected, and would insist, on the
Knight having the full hand of Rome and God himself brought
down upon his back.

With a respectful bow of his head, Amadeus gestured to the
door.

"I will leave you to rest then Commander - I ride out upon
your order momentarily." he intoned seriously.
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Date: Sat May 31, 2008 2:32 pm
Mirtha


Ione explored his exposed torso and Mirtha found himself
strangely lost to that soft touch. And she was enjoying the
touch from him.. as his strong hands came to her breasts and
rubbed it lightly. SHe voiced her enjoyment and Mirtha smiled
at it.

More? He would give her everything... He felt himself hardened
even more for her, and already wondering if she would be ready
for him also. He would hold himself... He wanted to give her
pleasure.. and then take his own, but slowly.. and without
haste. He was not drunk... he would taste those feelings in
their full taste.

When he turned her around and he traced with his fingers the
scars over her back feeling of deep sadness got into his
heart... She had them because of a drunken men. And now she
was being touched by a man who drinks too much and... As she
moaned to his touch Mirtha lost his thoughts and closed his
eyes as her hand reached his hip and then his manhood through
his trousers. He stoped his hands and his tongue for only
slight second, of excitment.

Ione
 
'I..asked first....,'


Mirtha felt that she was working on his belt and fought back
the urge to help her and just be there inside her already. The
belt was undone and his breeches slid down to the floor. He
felt her hands upon his hips, thighs and slightly brushed over
his manhood... just lightly. Mirtha took a deep breath and
continued to lick her scars and touch her breast slowly. Then
to her neck... but had to stop as she started to move him and
urge to sit on the bed. He smiled at her movements and her
touches...

She asked first..

Right... He halfclosed his eyes as she kneeled above his
manhood and touched it so gently... still not lowering herself
upon it. He could not resist himself to tak her by her hips
and pull her closer to himself for him to feel her skin. To
nip at her breasts.

Ione
 
'I want you to explore me very slowly so that you know
every inch of me...then I want you to teach me what
pleases you...'


"Slowly...." he repeated in a whisper. His one hand went to
her head and let his hand wonder in her hair for a moment as
his second hand still held her hip. He smiled at her as he
looked into her eyes. "Lay down beside me, Ione... We have
time."
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