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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 01:44 AM Post #46 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sun May 04, 2008 10:29 am Titrus Titrus groaned and rolled his eyes to the heavens. His face clouded over as he stared at Brendyn who had suddenly fallen to his knee and seemed to be struggling to breathe.
The soldier flinched and held his side tightly.
Why me, Lord?, Titrus shook his head. The lieutenant rushed over to Brendyn and grabbed the man's elbow, helping him to stand to his feet. "Why didn't you tell me you were still injured, boy?" Titrus admonished. "Here, lean against me," he said as Brendyn rose, Titrus draped one of the other man's arms around his neck and extended his hip to support the soldier's weight. "At least we aren't far away," the lieutenant said with mildly disguised disgust. Titrus' morning was rapidly going downhill, spinning out of control it seemed. So much for being leniant. He'd never make THAT mistake again he thought to himself. Malcus would be furious now surely and that could mean punishment even for Titrus at this point. For the second time that morning, Titrus and Brendyn entered the doors of the infirmary. "We need a medicus!" Titrus yelled out and gently placed Brendyn on a wooden bench that was near the door. The place was quiet, quieter than usual. The guards were still standing outside the prisoner's room. Titrus nodded in their direction and waited for someone to come. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 01:45 AM Post #47 |
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Author: Ranchera Date: Sun May 04, 2008 10:35 am Connell
Connell stared at the young woman. She was actually rolling her eyes at him. Thankfully, Guinevere spoke up.
"With gratitude, lady," he said to Guinevere. Then he eyed Mona again. "I am not always a patient man. You'll find, girl, if you live so long as me, preparation and planning will work to your advantage. We are in agreement to rescue Neeria. If we keep our wits about us, we'll find her and get safely out. We need each other, unless you think you can do this by yourself. I don't think you can." |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 01:46 AM Post #48 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sun May 04, 2008 10:43 am Adian His whole world felt like it was falling apart. There seemed to be nothing to look forward to now that Thorn and the child were both dead. Adian heard the door shut as Fiona stepped inside latching it behind her. He felt dangerous right now, and he knew she was a woad....if it had been any other woad, he would not have hesitated to kill her there and then...but Fiona was different right? Had she not told him she didn't like to kill? He did not look up as she drew closer to him...
Adian brought his eyes up to meet hers knowing she was right in a way: Who ever knew why things were the way they were, or why things were done, or had to happen? Blessed bloody hell! The way Fiona spoke, he could almost hear the sadness there as well. Aye, he and Thorn had become friends sometime back. Slowly, he got up from where he sat on the bed, and went to Fiona pulling her close to him gradually. Was there any need for her to apologize on behalf of her people? He just held her and brought her head to his shoulder. They both needed time for this grief to pass... 'I did not mean to yell at you, Fiona...' He murmured into her soft hair.... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 01:48 AM Post #49 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun May 04, 2008 10:59 am Linnesse
Peering around Derfel, Linnesse met the soldier’s eyes with an attempt at a reassuring smile and nodded, but in truth she did not feel all right at all. The kneeling bench before her seemed to swim in and out of focus, but she recognized its hard surface as a potential rest from the standing position, and nearly fell forward onto it, slumped and leaning her arms on the rest provided with much more of her weight than was really intended. She felt lightheaded, even a touch dizzy; she had overexerted herself badly in the last half hour or so, she realized that now. With an effort she lifted her gaze to the cross at the front of the church and crossed herself, as she should when entering the Lord’s house, but the cross seemed to be double before her eyes, and the candle flames round, blurry balls of glow. Feeling a little sickened, she squeezed her eyes shut and laid her head forward on her arms, caring little for the formalities now. If she could just rest a bit, she would be all right…eyes still closed, she reached out for Derfel’s arm and wrapped her fingers around his wrist, just reassuring herself that he was still there. Linnette
Linnette blinked and turned her head towards Drake, surprised at his uncharacteristically philosophical words. He was looking at her, too, she saw, just sideways, out of the corner of his eyes, a little expectantly, as though to gauge her reaction, but sadly, too, full of his own sorrow. His own family was dead, she suddenly remembered. Wife and children, dead. He was, or had been, even worse off than she was. The words the priest had spoken to her last night came back to her- God shall wipe away all the tears from their eyes…there shall be no more death…neither shall there be any more pain. Gedeon was in that place, now, that place of no tears and no pain. He was happy, surely. No more battles, no more hurts. No more worries. No more sorrow. He, at least had had the tears wiped away from his eyes- as had all in heaven. Even if those left on earth had not. She turned her gaze back to the front, once more unwilling to baldly show the moisture that beaded in the corners of her eyes- but without looking at her companion, she reached out sideways until her hand touched his. It was his injured one, wrapped around with bandage and undoubtedly painful, so she did no more than lightly squeeze the fingers and then drop it- but it was enough. Enough to serve as a symbol of their shared sorrow right now, even if hers was new and his was old. Enough to be a sort of bridge between them. “It is,” she answered, with a certain new confidence in her voice. She sniffed once, driving back the threat of crying once again, and now they were rounding the last corner and the door to Arthur’s quarters was before them. They weren’t the only ones there, either- a dark-haired army officer that Linnette knew by sight, though not certainly by name- stood there, his hand just dropping from having knocked on the door. Giving him a faint, sad half-smile of greeting, Linnette took up a place silently behind the to the side of him, waiting, like him, to be admitted to the Commander’s quarters. There was a call from within the room, telling them to come in- but Linnette still hung back, behind the officer, who had, after all, arrived first. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 01:49 AM Post #50 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sun May 04, 2008 11:22 am Malcus Barbattus Malcus stood outside the door, smoothing down his uniform again, wondering what in the bloody hell was taking so long for them to answer the door. He pressed his ear to the door and still heard voices. One voice was clearly Arthur's but Malcus couldn't tell who Arthur was talking to or what they were talking about. A young woman rounded the corner just then, a lovely woman that Malcus didn't recognize. He nodded to her in greeting as she came closer. She looked very sad as she smiled at the captain, but Malcus didn't inquire anything from her. The woman moved silently behind him as they now formed a queue to gain access to the comander. The captain was just about to knock again, thinking his first knock went unheard, when he definitely heard Arthur's command for him to enter.
Malcus smiled, turned the doorknob, pushed the door open and walked into Arthur's quarters. The captain's smile immediately faded upon seeing the optio in the room. Malcus' intuitive eyes scanned the room quickly to assess what was going on. Lancelot was standing not far from Arthur, his dark eyes flashing. Malcus knew the dark knight well enough to know that the man was fuming. The optio stood in front of Arthur, looking as smug and arrogant as he usually did. Malcus gritted his teeth upon seeing the rat-looking man, despising the very sight of him. Two women were present also - Malcus recognized Darya and nodded at her respectfully. The other woman Malcus knew was a healer, but faile to recall her name. He nodded at her as well. "Good day, ladies," Barbattus said respectfully. Finally, the captain's eyes shifted to the commander himself. Malcus narrowed his eyes looking for any tell-tale signs of Arthur's condition, but Arthur showed nothing. Even after knowing the other man practically all of his life, Barbattus still could not read him entirely. Malcus wouldn't dare question the commander in the presence of anyone else - especially rat boy. Malcus snapped to attention - facing Arthur, purposefully standing at an angle so that the optio caught only his profile - and smiled. Closing the distance between the commander and himself, Malcus said, "Artorius! Welcome back to the keep. It is good to have you back safely with us," and extended his hand. Then he turned to Lancelot, "Lancelot, we meet again," he said, searching the First Knight's dark eyes with his own, trying to silently inquire as to what was going on. Barbattus only nodded at Amadeus. "I was summoned saying that you requested my presence, Arthur," the captain said slowly, then added, "but it appears that my timing may have been off. Have I interupted something?" Malcus was no fool. Something was going on and no doubt that the rat, Amadeus, was behind it. Whatever it was, the captain was loyal to Arthur. Period. Barbattus rested back on his heels and waited for the fur to fly. Maybe this morning wouldn't turn out to be so bad after all. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 01:51 AM Post #51 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun May 04, 2008 12:00 pm Linnette The door to Arthur's quarters was opened, and the officer moved in ahead of her and greeted several people in a loud, cheerful voice. Edging forward to the doorpost after a quick, involuntary glance at Drake, Linnette saw that the bedroom was fairly packed with people- rather overwhelming in such a small space. Not only the Commander and the officer who had just entered, but Amadeus, Lancelot, the healer Neeve, and Darya all stood or sat about the room, and there was a certain air of tension among them, as if some argument had been taking place. Linnette remained where she was, not wishing to interrupt anything, but she craned her neck slightly, trying to discreetly catch the Commander's eye to let him know of her presence. She turned her face proudly away from Darya, though, after her initial scan of the room- Darya had once threatened Linnesse, and Linnette would never, ever, forgive her for that. Merlin The Woads were packed and ready to go. Guinevere and her companions had separated from the group, off to find a vantage point from which to await Ash's signal, and the once massive camp had been broken down, leaving behind only a couple of shelters and one fire to house the five warriors who were to await the rescue of the prisoners. Everyone else was moving west, deeper into the woods, towards the village. It would be a long journey, and it was a miserable day with the rain, but they went in good spirits, mostly, which encouraged Merlin in the thought that he had made the right decision. They would rest and recover themselves for the rest of the winter, and then they could resume the struggle in the spring. That was the right thing to do. "Look, what a funny man!" The delighted, laughing shriek of one of the young boys caught Merlin's attention, and he turned his head, wondering what occasioned it. He could see nothing from where he was, but more laughter was issuing from the trees to his left, and with a quick gesture to those nearest him to keep on, he broke from the column to see what it was. Ducking under a low-hanging branch and pushing through some bushes, he came out by the side of a little-used road- not the main one, but a smaller one which joined the main one about a mile away- to see two of his scouts, and the boy he had heard before, almost rolling on the ground with laughter- and though they were trying to suppress it, it still came. The object of their laughter was clearly evident- a man, black-haired and thin and obviously terribly drunk, was riding a horse down the road in the direction of the fort- backwards. He faced the horse's rear end, and slapped it as one might a horse's neck, apparently totally unaware that he was going to meet his destination back-first. "Sir..." one of the scouts scrambled belatedly to attention, seeing Merlin approach. The man was obviously prepared for a reprimand, but Merlin, amused himself and still feeling in a magnanimous mood, merely shook his head, a small smile on his face. "If this is who the Romans have coming to assist them, they will be easy prey once the spring comes. Let him go- but get back to your posts." A small laugh escaped Merlin's lips as he waved for the scouts to get back into the trees, and they did, as the boy dashed back to join the column. A small spot of entertainment in the day already- yesterday had terrible, and the Woads had many wounded and a long way to go- but maybe things would look up for them soon after all. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 01:54 AM Post #52 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sun May 04, 2008 12:40 pm Mona
Mona snickered. She was well aware that Guinevere had turned her back without responding. It was of little consequence though, Mona had made her point. Guinevere went to meet the small caravan, leaving Mona and Connell alone briefly. Mona tossed her hip, slinging her flask in front of her. She pulled it off from off her back pack and opened it. She took a long swig and afterward, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She dropped the rest of her gear and stretched, reaching her arms over her head and stretching her long legs. She purposefully ignored Connell as long as she could and took another drink, not offering any to the healer. The woad finally glanced over at the man and he was staring right at her.
Mona's ocean blue eyes flashed at Connell and she gritted her teeth. "What makes you think I don't have a plan or haven't prepared, hmmm?" she spat at him. "You under-estimate me,"she said with a wicked gleam in her eye, careful not to say too much. "it is certain that we will rescue Neeria. That is, of course, if she's still alive." Mona pursed her lips into what was supposed to be a pout but looked more like a smile. Before Connell could respond, Guinvere came back with rations, evenly dividing them among the three of them.
"You are wise, Guinevere, much more than I. Yes, we should eat to maintain our strength," Mona said with her eyes downcast as she reached for her food. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 01:55 AM Post #53 |
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Author: Kayla Date: Sun May 04, 2008 1:19 pm Fiona
Fiona knew what it was like to lose someone - she had lost her mother when she was very young to the war that Merlin raged on with people who weren't for his cause. It was difficult knowing that she would never know the woman that had given birth to her and only had very vague memories. She didn't know what was worse - a person losing a parent that they barely knew and desperately wanted to know, or losing someone that they had known for a long time, whether it was a parent, lover, wife, husband, anyone. Death was a natural thing but it didn't make it any easier and it certainly didn't stop the woad's questions to herself as to why people died. Fiona still felt uneasy, even after her apology to him. She didn't know what had made her apologize, maybe just for the simple fact that Thorn was gone and she didn't like to see him sad or maybe it was for a worse reason, the fact that the woads had killed her. Whatever it was, it didn't lessen the urge that she felt to turn around and walk out, leaving him alone, since she thought that that might have been what he wanted. Why would he want her standing there, witnessing the tears that were rolling down his face? He could barely even look at her, until then ... his eyes lifted to meet hers and he got up from the bed that he had been lying on. Fiona cocked her head to the side for a moment, her curious and sad eyes watching the man as he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a hug. She relaxed, letting him and put her arms around him as well, wanting to offer as much comfort as she possibly could. "It's alright," the woad said in reply to Adian's words. She knew he was grieving and anything that came out of his mouth was to be expected, so she didn't hold it against him that he was upset. "Is there anything I can do?" Her words hung in the air, almost feeble compared to the silence that drifted between the two, wrapped in a comforting hug. It was a strange feeling, almost, as she usually did not get this close to anyone in general but if it made him feel better, then it didn't bother her. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 01:57 AM Post #54 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sun May 04, 2008 1:38 pm Brendyn Damn but he felt embarrassed! And more than that, despite his feeling a bit ill, he knew of the reprocussions that would come to he and Titrus if Malcus did not find him here...working. Right now, though, he was just plain not feeling well, and the area under his arm was hot. He saw the look on Titrus's face. Deep inside he tried not to think of what Titrus was thinking right now...surely they were not the most stellar thoughts. Brendyn tried to get up, but the room kept moving slightly. He brought his hand back up to the wound under his arm and flinched a bit. How he must have looked like a weakling there on the floor on his knees... Brendyn saw Titrus move over to help him get to his feet. He had never wanted t be a burden to anyone, and he had succeeded in most likely ruining everyone's day just because he was stubborn and didn't like to admit that he was not okay....
'I felt...my stitches pop while in the dungeons...and I didn't want to...look weak in front of the Commander...' He took in a deep breath as Titrus offered to support a bit of his weight. The injured arm that hung to his side seemed to the point of falling off as it just felt bulky and puffy. 'I-I want...to do...this punishment as I deserve to...I don't...want to appear weak...not the sign of a good soldier...' Though what he had said was very contradictory: he did appear weak, and finished it off with an admonishment of himself. That he was not a good soldier....that everything Antonius had taught him had not been right. His heart went out to the fine man who was now helping him to the infirmary. Why had this fine man been stuck helping out a stubborn soldier such as himself? God bless the man however you see fit.... Titrus was the type of man Brendyn would fight to the death for and defend even in battle...
Brendyn ignored the tone of Titrus's voice as they walked toward the infirmary. The man had lied to save his sorry ass, and now things didn't look good for either if Malcus found out. Before they got to the infirmary, Brendyn asked, "Sir, I know you meant well, but why did you lie to save me from punishment? It is not that I am ungreatful, but now...it could mean trouble for you as well..." With another flinch, Brendyn spoke softly, 'I--tried so hard to...make a good impression, and all I have done is make a mess of things...I did not want you to be ashamed of me...' Brendyn fell silent as they entered the same infirmary they had left a half an hour ago....slowly, he blacked out as the soldier felt Titrus place him on a wooden bench near the door. Unconsciously, Brendyn rolled over so that his injured arm was dangling over the edge of the bench. In his mind, he felt that this would cause the infected blood to run away from his heart and not to it....
...'Titrus...for the kindness you have shown...me...I am forever in ....your ..deb..t,' Brendyn whispered bearly audible, but he hoped Titrus would hear it for what he had said was the sincere truth. 'I...I am scared....' His eyes opened as he looked at Titrus.... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 01:58 AM Post #55 |
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Author: linnet Date: Sun May 04, 2008 1:43 pm Mother Lavinia
Lavinia had just settled down from her trial with the Woad child, and was making additions to the long list of supplies to be ordered. At the call for help, she took a deep breath, set down the list, and went to the door of her office to see what the latest emergency might be. Lo and behold, there stood the handsome Roman lieutenant who had only recently left. He looked in perfect health. Next to him, however, slumped on a bench, was a soldier who was definitely not in perfect health. A very faint smile crossed the old nun’s face. What were his exact words? Something about not caring if she was the Pope of Rome? You are badly mistaken nun? I will report you for breaking Roman law? Lavinia cast a quick look heavenward and winked. Then she went back into her office and closed the door. Someone else would have to take care of this crisis. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:10 AM Post #56 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Sun May 04, 2008 6:14 pm Lancelot Lancelot met Arthur's raised eyebrows with cocked ones of his own when he casually referred to the commander as Artos. He saw Arthur's questioning look, but wasn't about to say anything now. He was deadly serious, however, about keeping Arthur in the room. He silently thanked Neeve for her words to Arthur. And then...
Rome's officially declared second to your command?????? If Lancelot had been speaking these words, his voice woud have risen so high the fortress dogs would have been set to howling. His rage boiled over, and he stared at the Optio, who was looking at him with a curious little grin on his face. The bastard was trying to let Lancelot in on something - and Lancelot had a bad feeling it wasn't something that would be good for Arthur. The first knight took a step forward, his grip on his dagger tightening, his teeth grinding so hard he thought they'd break. His eyes would have shot fire if that were possible, and he began to speak, but his mind was such that the first few words were in his native tongue as he threatened to remove Scipio's gall bladder with his bare hands. Perhaps thankfully, another knock at the door interrupted Lancelot's stream of conscious cursing. Despite the request for entry, Arthur stepped forward to Amadeus, ignoring the door, his quiet danger filling the room with its presence, his annoyance almost drowning Lancelot's own anger.
Lancelot could barely discern what Arthur was saying to the bird-man; rather, the Optio's words were still echoing in Lancelot's head, a mocking refrain that sounded in the dark haired man's voice, taunting and teasing and making Lancelot's ears want to bleed. Rome's OFFICIALLY declared second....officially declared....official. Lancelot allowed his eyes to close for a moment when Arthur stepped calmly back from Amadeus. The first knight was interested to see how the Optio would react; that would most definitely give Lancelot more clues to the other man's agenda. But...Lancelot really didn't feel like he needed to see what it would be. The Optio did not like nor respect Arthur, in the Sarmatian's opinion, and thus, he was summarily dismissed in Lancelot's mind as one to not trust. crack. Lancelot's jaw popped, and as Scipio's words still reverberated in his mind, he saw Arthur, holding at his side as the Roman called for whomever had knocked on the door to enter. He looked at his friend, and saw a man who'd never done anything but to be kind to homeless boys dragged to this shithole, despite the fact that Arthur was too trusting and too naive for his own good (in Lancelot's rather humble opinion). He looked at the Optio, and saw a man being a bastard for his own gains...perhaps...and lights exploded behind his eyes with blinding fury.
A wordless noise escaped Lancelot's throat. All the exhaustion and, yes, terror, from the battle of a few days before, of seeing Arthur taken down when Lancelot wasn't there, all the thinking Lancelot had been doing lately - his and Arthur's friendship was complicated, gods damn it - suddenly burst from his brain. Without acknowledging Barbattus' words to him, or even Arthur's look of warning, Lancelot launched himself at the Optio, hands bunched into fists. He wasn't sure what he was expecting to accomplish, but by Hadrian's balls, he was tired of being treated like a dog at heel by the man. He didn't care what the consequences were - he was beyond caring by this point. Somewhere deep in that area of his brain reserved for embarassing and emotional things, Lancelot fervently hoped someone - Arthur - would stop him before he did something he'd fully regret. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:11 AM Post #57 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Sun May 04, 2008 7:40 pm Derfel Derfel thought he caught a few of the words in the other man’s prayers…although it had been years since the young knight had spoken the Christian tongue. Derfel would attempt to remember an appropriate one for Gedeon nonetheless.
Derfel gave a gracious smile at the courteous man….who seemed to be kindly offering the bench for them to sit. And the question had been innocent, of course, yet the true answer was quite complicated. Derfel moved in support of Linnesse as she plunked herself down on the bench…no doubt completely spent from the mornings physical exertions she’d endured. “Ahh…just wet…and well,” Derfel found himself stumbling over the words. He felt Linnesse’s fingers grasp at his arm and he glanced down at his lover with concern. He reached over to smooth at her hair with his free hand before continuing. “…come to say a few prayers for someone we’ve lost,” Derfel finally explained to the soldier with the kind expression. The knight offered a smile, yet it did not quite reach his crystal blue eyes. Derfel wanted to ask about the attacks, assuming this man was a Roman soldier and here serving under one of the Roman captains or something. Derfel simply had not seen the man’s face before so he gathered this one had not been on the mission….but no matter either way. There were a bunch of soldiers running about the place anyways and not likely any of the knights would know the half of them. Then the knight remembered his manners and extended his hand in a proper greeting. “Name’s Derfel…and again…beg your pardon for the interruption…won’t be but a few moments here, friend,” Derfel offered in a near whisper as this was a house of worship after all….and not the tavern. His gaze then fell to the row of candles, eyes searching again for the one Linnette had meant for Gedeon. A tall one right up front…burning brightly. That had to be the one. A small heartbreaking smile graced Derfel’s scruffy expression. He reached for Linnesse’s tiny fingers and gently squeezed her hand for comfort…hers as well as his own. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:12 AM Post #58 |
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Author: linnet Date: Sun May 04, 2008 8:45 pm Gawain
Gawain saw the surprise in her eyes, and the amusement in her smile. It would be understandable if she had stood and backed away, having determined he was near deranged. She didn’t. Instead she answered his question, and in a manner that totally engaged his attention. As she spoke and laid out the tea-drop map, it was as if her exquisite carefully studied moves and expressions fell away long enough to allow something of more substance to show. Gawain found that glimpse of her natural character every bit as appealing as her perfect image. A shadow of disappointment crossed the knight’s face when she said that Jutland was cold. He followed her geography lesson carefully, however, leaning forward to study her handiwork. When she hesitated and asked why he wanted to know this, he looked at her closely. He was smiling, pleasantly surprised that she had indulged his curiosity. But he wasn’t sure if she would really be interested in why he wanted to know. “The day before yesterday, we were at Segedenum, trying to keep the Saxons from getting a foothold on this lousy island,” he started, pointing to the mostly evaporated blob of Britain.”It was a hell of a battle, neither side really gaining an advantage. Some of us, well one of us at least, were starting to get our butts kicked,” he added with a little grin, glancing at his messed up arm. He watched her expression to see if she seemed to want to hear more, but kept talking anyway because it felt so much better than sitting alone thinking. “All of a sudden, there was a loud horn signal that could be heard across the entire battlefield. The Saxons just stopped fighting and withdrew. Nobody knew what was going on. An officer, Hengist, from the Saxon forces approached Arthur and told him that the Saxon leader wanted a truce conference. But he also said that it was a trick, and that he and his men would fight with us against the Saxons. Turned out Hengist and his men were Jutes. I just thought maybe Jutland would be a nice place to visit if I ever make it out of here. Don’t think I’ll go if it’s cold, though.” He felt rather embarrassed for going on so long with war stories no less. He smiled apologetically and looked down, before raising his eyes almost shyly and asking another question. “Do you know any good place to see that isn’t cold, and isn’t Rome?” |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:14 AM Post #59 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Mon May 05, 2008 2:18 am Amadeus Amadeus was amused at how the healer babied Arthur. He glanced over at her once, almost shaking his head at the peculiar characters the Commander kept around him. This one spoke with a British accent yet she acted like any of the other Sarmatian dogs that Arthur kept at his heel. And distracted by the healer and silent pretty that stood back by the windowsill, Amadeus was at a loss to note just how worked up Arthur had gotten over what he said. He delibrately took no note of Lancelot. Unless he said something that the Optio could use. Arthur called for the ladies to leave... Finally A knock on the door... Oh bloody hell! This is worse than a damn circus! The Optio was glaring balefully at the door, irritated at another intrusion on his important meeting with Arthur, when said man padded quietly towards him. Amadeus looked up at Arthur, brows twitching in confusion but lifting in quickly squashed surprise when a steel like grip clutched onto his shoulder. What was the man thinking!! This was how he treated those that Rome sent!? This was the ... blast him!
If there had been any doubt in Amadeus' mind thus far on whether Arthur was suited to this task of running Badon Hill then it was wiped with those words. How dare Arthur threaten him! How dare he threaten him in front of a Sarmatian slave! Amadeus tried to convince himself that Arthur was not serious in his threat but alas, there was nothing in his stony gaze to suggest otherwise. A modicum of fear ignited in Amadeus' belly and he had no choice but to incline his head, for relief of the pain from Arthur's grip as well as to hear the whispered words from the Commander. No... not whispered, more uttered in a low tone of voice, a low, threatening tone of voice. Amadeus was not chastised by the words, however. He was warned. He now warned himself not to trust in Arthur's ability to see reason. He was warned not to believe that Arthur would ever chastise Lancelot. He was also shown that what Lancelot could say, no one else could either. Lancelot was the prized damn pup and Amadeus Scipio? The famed ancestor of Scipio of Carthage?! Well, he was nothing but a tetchy little upstart! The Optio forced an ingratiating smile onto his face which was lined with pain. He was concerned now - he was concerned that he had moved too quickly. He did not need nor want Arthur's anger and suspicion directed at him. He needed Arthur's trust and somewhere along the way he had lost it. Had he not just said what Lancelot had said? This would never do - he needed to speak with Arthur alone, to speak reason to the man and hope that there was some way of retrieving this .... this ... a wry smile curled his lips, this fool's errand from it's descent into darkness.
Amadeus staggered a step when Arthur released him. He lifted his chin and looked straight ahead as if nothing had happened, though inside he was positively screaming to get out of teh room. To get a moment to think. A man entered the room on Arthur's order and the Optio glanced over to him. Ah - this was Barbattus, the Tribune. Grey eyes narrowed at this man, suspicion seeping from his every pore, a reflex from Arthur's threat perhaps? IT would do Amadeus' plight well to have such a man as Tribune Barbattus on his side, but looking at how the an greeted Arthur, and Lancelot, with only a spare nod of his head for Rome's official Optio, the grey-eyed male could only presume that he could count on this one to stand against him in the coup. Auburn hair behind the man made Amadeus look a little harder and he noticed Linnette.. Linnette... oh God he had not made that conclusion! Gedeon was Linnette's husband, she was ... she was widowed... ? The immediate sorrow that Amadeus had felt for his childhood friend was rather overshadowed by a thought, a consideration.... a possibility. But now was not the time to persue it. Remaining silent, Amadeus looked straight ahead, his body unnaturally stiff. That is until he saw a too-quick movment from his left. He turned his head and gasped, staggering backwards away from Lancelot's attack. His hand lashed to his hip for the sword that lay on his bed back at his room and he cursed under his breath. Arthur had, admirably and surprisingly, stepped in between them with such speed that Amadeus was looking at the back of his head instead of Lancelot's furious, feral brown eyes. "What is this?!" Amadeus cried out, gaining his footing and looking at Lancelot over Arthur's shoulder. Oh this was wonderful! This was perfect! Lancelot, Arthur's pet, had just launched an attack on a superior. This was bloody perfect for Amadeus' planned strategy! This foolish act by Lancelot would make it easy, a walk in the park, to gain Arthur's favour back. The Optio delibrately stood still, delibrately did not look to attack Lancelot back, but, behind Arthur's back, he gave the Sarmatian a quick flash of a smirk before letting his expression fall back into stunned, righteous bewilderment with this unprovoked attack. How could Arthur threaten him with the stocks for insubordination when his First Knight had just tried to attack Rome's officially declared second at Badon Hill?! This was perfect. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:15 AM Post #60 |
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Author: Kay Date: Mon May 05, 2008 3:33 am Guinevere When she arrived back with the supplies, Guinevere immediately sensed tension in the air between Connell and Mona.
Mona was attempting to look innocent, almost coy. The Woad princess narrowed her eyes in suspicion, something was not right here. Connell sat quietly, eating his breakfast. Guinevere sighed and slumped down on a fallen log; she broke off a piece of bread and began to chew; all the while she kept glancing from Connell to Mona, who seemed to be ignoring each other. "We need to be united in this mission" she said, suddenly. "There can be no room for squabbles or the whole plan will fail" She left the statement hanging in the spaces between them, waiting for either of the two to speak. |
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