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May 2008
Topic Started: Mar 18 2010, 02:23 AM (3,637 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: SarmatianKnight
Date: Mon May 05, 2008 4:58 am
Lucius


Lucius saw the woman's smile but it was not convincing. Not a
little bit. And it didnot help that she nodded too. And when
she almost fell down in the bench the Roman just saw his own
opinion confirmed. He would have stepped in to help her, of
course, but the other man who accompanied her was faster.

Derfel
 
“Ahh…just wet…and well,”


Lucius raised an eyebrow and could not suppress a smile. The
situation was not funny (at least it seemed so and why would
someone visit a chapel at all?) but the blonde man's first try
to answer did not lack unintentional humor. Wet. Yes,
obviously. And it was obvious that this was not the only
reason for the woman's kind of bad condition so Lucius waited
patiently and indeed the stranger continued.

Derfel
 
“…come to say a few prayers for someone we’ve lost,”


The small but amused smile vanished immediatly at the words.
Stumbling over words was one thing (which Lucius hardly ever
did because due to his trips and the business negotiations
with his father he was used to play around with words) but
losing someone was something completely different and NOT
smusing thing. The man smiled but as the woman's attempt this
one was not better or more successfull. When he offered a hand
Lucius was quite surprised because he did not expect this
gesture in a chapel but he was nonetheless pleased about it.
He accepted the offered kindness.

Derfel
 
"Name’s Derfel…and again…beg your pardon for the
interruption…won’t be but a few moments here, friend,”


Derfel. Not a familiar name for Lucius but he did not expected
the man to be a Roman anyway. He nodded in return. "Lucius
Cassius Aquila." It was not that he wanted to keep a distance
between them or that he saw something higher and better in
himself than the blonde man was. It was due to his education
and past life that he always mentioned his full name although
sometimes in other cultures it forced amused smiles on other
people's lips. He followed Derfel's gaze and saw the candle
the man looked at. Lucius could not fight the feeling that he
was the one who interrupted something, not the other way
round. "Take your time. I will leave you alone." To disturb
most needed privacy was the last thing he wanted to do. He
wanted to ask who they had lost but curiosity was a rude thing
so he decided to leave them but hoped to meet the man again.

With a last bow into the direction of the cross he left the
chapel and leaned against the wall outside. He did not feel
like going to the tavern or anywhere else.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon May 05, 2008 6:38 am
Linnesse


Derfel
 
“Ahh…just wet…and, well…come to say a few prayers for
someone we’ve lost. Name’s Derfel…and again…beg your
pardon for the interruption…won’t be but a few moments
here, friend.”


Lucius
 
"Lucius Cassius Aquila. Take your time. I will leave you
alone."


Linnesse let the words just float over her, resting her head
forward on her arm, eyes closed, and trying to let the wave of
dizziness pass. She felt Derfel run his hand over her hair,
and a moment later heard and felt the rustle and shift as the
soldier, Lucius, got up and left the chapel. Then they were
alone- and the gray, weak feeling that permeated her brain was
starting to recede. She took a deep breath, assessing how she
felt, then experimentally opened her eyes. When things did not
swim before her, she raised her head, slowly and carefully.
The sensation that she was about to faint was no longer there,
but she was just tired- terribly, bone-numbingly tired again,
and a bit of cold sweat stood out on her forehead. She removed
her hand from Derfel's arm and rested her forehead on both
hands, now, with another deep breath, trying to gather her
strength.

"Sorry...maybe I shouldn't have come," she whispered
sheepishly to Derfel. The walk back to the knights' quarters-
and in the rain, too- now seemed almost insurmountably long,
but she would have to make it- she couldn't stay here all day,
either. One hopeful thing she did notice as she returned her
eyes to the front of chapel, though, was the candle in the
front that was presumably meant for Gedeon, burning strongly
and no longer blurred in her sight. At least there was that.
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Author: Darya
Date: Mon May 05, 2008 8:41 am
Darya & Neeve


Arthur
 
“Ladies, will you please excuse us now, hm? Neeve, I
thank you for your splendid care and I would ask that
you return with whatever else you feel necessary…later,”


The healer held the Commander’s green gaze as so long as he
held hers…then lifted her chin slightly. “Of course, Sir…”,
the healer then replied firmly even though she felt more like
saying “You bet I will, and don’t you dare to just ride out
without seeing me before that…” but restrained herself from
doing so. Not with this Optio around. If this had been a less
formal and military situation, she would have spoken her mind
more freely. As usual.

Picking up what was left of her work equipment, the Briton
gave Arthur another glance, a hint of a warning sparkling in
her blue eyes as she did so, then bowed her head briefly at
him before giving Lancelot and the Optio a firm nod.
“Gentlemen…”, Neeve said and turned on her heels to head
towards the door.

Darya was not sure if she felt relieved or sad for being send
away in this situation. On the one hand, she felt quite out of
place at the moment but on the other hand, she loathed the
mere thought of letting her lover out of sight with the
knowledge of his sorry state that she had. Yes, he was good in
hiding weakness…but who knew just how much strength the Roman
had been able to gather during the short night? How long could
he keep his mask up? When Arthur looked at her, she met his
green eyes with her dark ones…and even though she pressed her
lips into a thin line for a moment, she nodded silently at him
before folding her arms before her belly and slowly moving
towards the door.

Once she had caught up with the healer, the female Sarmatian
straightened her back a little, yet avoided looking at anyone
else at the moment. Better not add anything to the already
explosive atmosphere in the room. The women did not even have
to open the door since Arthur had permitted whoever had
knocked earlier to enter…and so the person did. The door
opened and yet another Roman (Malcus) walked in…and almost ran
them both over. “Excuse me…”, Neeve muttered and frowned at
the tall man while she just managed to step out of the man’s
way.

Malcus
 
"Good day, ladies,"


Darya recognized Arthur’s friend Malcus and gave him a faint
smile and a nod in return before she caught sight of yet some
more people by the now open door. Linnette and a man she could
not recall to have met before (Drake)… Oh, this is just
getting better and better, the dark Sarmatian thought
sarcastically and almost instinctively narrowed her eyes at
Linnette, but then remembered what she had seen when Arthur
and the knights had returned. She still had no confirmation
but thought it likely that Gedeon had not come back. Thus she
just bit her tongue and brushed past the redhead and her
companion, only acknowledging both with a brief nod. The place
was getting way too crowded for her taste now…way too crowded.

Once outside the room, Neeve let out a sharp breath and eyed
the woman by her side. “Are you okay?”, the healer asked and
Darya blinked a few times before she met the other woman’s
piercing gaze. “Yeah…”, the Sarmatian replied with a faint
smile, “…I guess I am…” “Sure?” Darya nodded. “Well, you
better be…because I’m sure the Commander would not be happy if
there was anything wrong with you and I did not do anything
even though I was around…”, Neeve said and pierced the other
woman with her relentless gaze. “There are things that even
the most skilled healer cannot do anything against…or for…”,
Darya murmured, “…but thank you for the offer…” Then she gave
the healer another nod…and walked away…

Neeve watched the other woman disappear behind the next corner
and shook her head slightly. Something was troubling Arthur’s
woman…but it was up to the Roman to find out what that might
be, for sure. Sighing, the raven-haired turned and made her
way towards her room. She was tired and felt the urge to
change her clothes, too. Not to mention that some fresh water
splashed into her face would certainly feel really good right
now. Then maybe something to eat. Yes, eating sounded good.
And she would definitely check on the Commander again at some
point. She knew that Roman too well to trust him to really
stay in bed and not ride out to see Merlin. He was stubborn…he
would no doubt at least try to get to this meeting… “Men…”,
Neeve uttered as she approached the door to her room…

Meanwhile Darya had left the building again and now made her
way through the cold, over to the stables. It was her
favourite place to calm down…to think…to relax. And she needed
to check on Kahlan and Círdan anyway. Had the Woads managed to
get into the stables as well? Had anything happened to the
horses? The mere idea made her feel sick…and the Sarmatian
increased the pace of her steps… Yes, she should have stopped
by her room and changed clothes…get cleaned…but she had felt
the need to get some fresh air…immediately…thus had discarded
the plan to go to her quarters pretty soon. It did not take
her long to reach the stables and a first scan told her that
there was no serious damage done to the building. Relieved,
the Sarmatian walked in…and almost immediately found herself
distracted by the sound of a moving horse. A steady rhythm…a
gallop. Someone had to be riding in the indoor arena.
Curiousness got the better of her and Darya cautiously moved
over to the arena…

…just to spot Tristan, the person she knew the best and who
knew her best here at Badon Hill. The man she had grown up
with back home in Sarmatia. But something was different…this
was not his horse, was it? “New horse?”, the dark-haired heard
herself address the knight before another thought could cross
her mind and she carefully leaned against the ring fence of
the arena…
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Author: lady ione
Date: Mon May 05, 2008 9:45 am
Ione


With relatively no sleep since the night before last, and the
business of cleaning up the mess in her shop....Plus dealing
with the notion of what happened between Mirtha and she...Ione
was already exhausted. The two men who had come to fix her
door had gone now, and all that was left were the three women
servants and the one man to finish cleaning and fixing the
items left. She took one last look at the dull gray day, and
turned to help them continue cleaning. Ione was not use to
feeling tired so soon, but she moved anyway, to help a young
servant fold the rest of the fine cloth she had woven, placing
them on the shelf behind her as she did so.

The young weaver also realized that she had not eaten
breakfast, but then...nothing sounded good. Even her favorite
breakfast of fruit and bread with honey on it didn't appeal to
her. Ione continued to think of her beloved knight and what
was happening where ever he was. Was he safe, and was he still
thinking of her? She took a moment to look down at the ring on
her finger as it shone in the natural light of the shop. She
had betrayed him...her beloved knight to a moment of lust and
need with a man who had been drunk and had probably not
realized what they had done. Ione felt like crying. She had
promised Javier all of her love and loyalty, only to succumb
to that which her body had wanted...

But it had all seemed so natural with Mirtha after she
dispelled her fears: The way her body had responded so
readily...and how good everything had felt between them.
Mirtha had succeeded in breaking through that virtuous barrier
that Ione had so long hidden behind. She had felt things she
had never felt before: Wicked naughtiness, lust and the need
for more...

"Miss? I have to go now and do my other chores," The young
servant said breaking Ione out of her thoughts.

Ione nodded, ''Sure, and thank you for your help." She slipped
the girl a few coins as she felt was proper. The girl smiled
and nodded agian before leaving the shop closing the door
behind her...









Adian

As he felt Fiona's body so near to his in the embrace, Adian
could not figure out why he was feeling so comforted by a
woad. A woad. But then Fiona was not an ordinary woad. She was
gentler than the rest of the lot, and seemed to hate the
fighting. All he saw in her eyes was sorrow and a feeling that
she might have felt the same thing he did: loss of a friend.
There would never be another like Thorn. Never. As he lay his
head on her shoulder as she had his, Adian absently began to
run his fingers through the sweetly scented strands of Fiona's
hair. He had flirted with her once, but in that time, he had
begun to deny that he had felt anything for the woad...that
was before he saw Thorn go off with that other man (Lancelot).

After her apology, Fiona had sounded as though she had not
been welcomed into the room, and it could have been because
she was a woad and he had spoken out his feelings when she had
not inadvertantly been the one to do the killing. Something
inside of Adian made him want Fiona to stay, and his wish had
come true when she had decided not to leave because of what he
had said...

The feel of her arms about his waist while he had wrapped his
arms about her....he tunred his face inward toward her neck
and began to nuzzle the soft hair as well as the delicate skin
on her neck. The last time he had cried so hard was when his
parents had died of the fever...so long ago. In the midst of
his thoughts, he heard Fiona's voice ...

Fiona
 
"It's alright," "Is there anything I can do?"


....As if in response, Adian absently placed a soft tear
stained kiss on her delicate neck while his hand traveled down
so that they came to rest on her lower back. "Fiona...I am so
glad you...are not like the other woads as well the the others
here....no one else would have cared..." Adian's soft lips
brushed against her neck as he spoke....his face wet with
tears. What he contemplated in his mind was the need to
relieve the pain of the loss. Would Fiona want the same?
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon May 05, 2008 10:10 am
Tristan


Darya
 
"New horse?"


She entered the riding arena and spoke just as Tristan was
already almost past her on Tirgatao's back, and he pulled the
horse up and around in a tight circle to return to her,
nodding with satisfaction at the animal's quick, efficient
response. Things were working out very nicely with Tirgatao
this morning indeed. The scout halted his new mount right in
front of Darya where she leaned against the fence, and patted
Tirgatao's neck approvingly as he looked down at his childhood
friend.

"New and old," he shrugged, a slight twist to the corner of
his lips. "Was Gedeon's," he added, now with a frown. He
shifted a bit uncomfortably in the saddle, then patted the
horse's neck once more and swung down from his seat, coming to
lean on the fence next to Darya. Tirgatao stood obediently
where he had been left, and Tristan gave another approving nod
at that, too.

"How's Arthur?" the scout asked Darya, cocking his head
curiously towards her. It was a fair guess that she had come
from the Commander- indeed that she had been with him all
night. As he waited for her to speak, Tristan was discreetly
looking Darya herself over, too, trying to reassure himself
that she was not hurt, had not suffered any harm during the
attacks- and there was nothing apparent, nothing visible.
Good.
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Author: Darya
Date: Mon May 05, 2008 11:06 am
Darya


The dark-haired tilted her head slightly and watched her
kinsman on horseback. Tristan was one of the most skilled
horsemen she knew…and it had always been a pleasure to just
watch him work with horses. Yet it was this horse he was
working with right now that made her feel a bit strange. She
knew the mount…

Tristan
 
"New and old. Was Gedeon's,"


The woman held her breath for a moment. There was the
confirmation she had not had only moments ago. The
confirmation for the possibility that Dagonet’s son had not
returned to Badon Hill. “Gedeon’s…”, Darya repeated and
briefly bit her lower lip as she watched Tristan dismount and
move to join her by the fence. “So Gedeon is…”, the female
Sarmatian hesitated; talking about the death of a kinsman
always managed to unsettle her, “…he’s gone…isn’t he?” With
that, she met Tristan’s gaze even though she already knew the
answer… “How?”, she added…and only after another long moment
averted her gaze from the scout again to look at his new horse
instead. At least the beast was in good hands now…in Sarmatian
hands. Gedeon would certainly be glad if he knew this…

Tristan
 
"How's Arthur?"


Darya could not help but breathe a quiet laugh at this,
recalling the current crowd in the Roman’s room…and the
Commander’s condition. “Coping…”, she then said and cocked her
head a little to look at Tristan again, “…a healer has been
with him all night and – from what I can tell – done good
work. But you know him…always saving himself last…” There was
no accusation in the woman’s voice…but honest concern. And who
was better to voice this to than the quiet scout, who also was
someone she would trust with her life anytime. She just knew
that he would never tell anyone something that was meant to
stay private. “What about you? Are you alright?”

A fair question. Tristan apparently had lost his horse…even
though a Sarmatian and his or her horse were one in battle.
Thus chances were that the scout himself had been injured as
well.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon May 05, 2008 11:24 am

Derfel


The two men briefly shook hands and then the soldier offered
his own name as well.

Lucius
 
"Lucius Cassius Aquila. Take your time. I will leave you
alone."


It was a fine Roman name and no doubt the pleasant man was
from some respected Roman family and was following in his
father’s footsteps in working his way up the ranks of the vast
Roman army. Normaly, Derfel would have asked a little more
about a fellow soldier…but considering they were in the chapel
and certainly not here for any other purpose than for Gedeon.
So he only gave a silent nod in appreciation as the other man,
Aquila, politely excused himself.

Derfel then lowered his head, closed his eyes and attempted to
remember a good Christian prayer. Even though he did not join
Linnesse on the bench, his hand remained firmly holding hers
and he had shifted close enough to her side to support her
should she need it.

Domine Iesu, dimitte nobis debita nostra, salva nos ab igne
inferiori, perduc in caelum omnes animas, praesertim eas, quae
misericordiae tuae maxime indigent.

Linnesse
 
"Sorry...maybe I shouldn't have come,"


“Let’s get you back to the room now, luv,” Derfel whispered
down to Linnesse and once again lovingly stroked her damp
hair. “The candle is burning brightly and I will look in on it
again later, hm?” He offered, hoping Linnesse would be alright
with that.

Derfel then gently lifted Linnesse from the bench, easily
carrying her as she was light as a feather in his arms. He
placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose and then began to
walk towards the door of the chapel. This tiny house of
Christian worship permeated with the smell of incenses and
heavier thoughts and Derfel found himself preferring the cold
rain outside to the thick air in here. While firmly holding
Linnesse against his chest, Derfel used the toe of his boot to
shove open the chapel door and then carried her down the steps
and into the open courtyard. That door had been easy enough,
but the doors leading into the knights’ quarters and their
tiny room would be more challenging without being forced to
make Linnesse walk again.

However, as Derfel briefly looked around…there against the
outer chapel wall stood the soldier they had just met
inside….the Aquila fellow wasn’t it? Derfel did hate to bother
anyone in this miserable weather…but he could use a hand so
that he could keep Linnesse comfortable. She was obviously too
weak to be walking about any longer today.

“Oy…Lucius? Could I trouble ye with a favor?” Derfel addressed
the soldier with a small smile as he approached the other man.
“If you have a few minutes to spare that is,” He added, giving
the other man an indication that the request was a short and
simple one. Certainly Derfel would return the kindness with a
round of ale in the tavern later if the kind man would oblige
him now.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon May 05, 2008 1:10 pm
Tristan


Darya
 
“Coping…a healer has been with him all night and– from
what I can tell– done good work. But you know him…always
saving himself last…what about you? Are you all right?”


"Mmmhmm." Tristan grunted and nodded in the affirmative,
dropping his gaze and toeing at a rough spot in the floor near
his boot. It looked like a stone had once been knocked loose
and then hastily replaced there- an inconsequential thing that
Tristan couldn't help but take note of anyway. He noticed so
many things that didn't matter- as well as things that did,
like the worry in Darya's voice. Arthur must be bad. And
Gedeon...the scout backtracked to Darya's earlier question
with an awkward clearing of his throat.

"Gedeon...he fell. From the wall. Never even found him."
Tristan raised his eyes bleakly to the horse which stood
before them, then abruptly detached himself from the fence and
rooted in his belt pouch for a bit of carrot that was in there
somewhere. Tirgatao had done well this morning- surely a small
treat was in order.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon May 05, 2008 2:23 pm

Arthur


The door opened while Arthur’s intense emerald eyes remained
fixed on Amadeus’ stoic expression. To the other Roman’s
credit, he held his tongue…as he should. The Commander had no
intention of allowing Scipio, or anyone else for that matter,
to undermine his authority here. Deafening silence, thick with
male testosterone, filled the room and surely hastened the
exit of both Neeve and Darya. However as Captain Barbattus
entered the fray and addressed Arthur, Lancelot spoke in his
native tongue…a crude curse if Arthur had to guess. His green
gaze quickly ticked to his lieutenant, noting the rage flaring
in Lancelot’s dark eyes….Dammit, Lancelot let it go.…he
futilely willed at the other man.

Malcus
 
"Artorius! Welcome back to the keep. It is good to have
you back safely with us, Lancelot, we meet again, I was
summoned saying that you requested my presence, Arthur,
but it appears that my timing may have been off. Have I
interrupted something?"


"Nice of you to join us, Captain,” Arthur stated flatly and
cut his eyes at his longtime friend; a hint of sarcasm in his
tone due to Malcus’ mild tardiness this morning. The Commander
had expected Barbattus’ arrival to precede Scipio’s as Malcus
was typically even more punctual than Arthur himself. But
whatever had kept his friend was most likely duty related and
truly not important at this moment.

And then as Arthur opened his mouth to address all three of
his officers, Lancelot broke his promise to not harm Scipio by
lunging forward….

…and Arthur had to move swiftly to block Lancelot’s path. He
shielded Amadeus from Lancelot’s fury with his own body, their
chests colliding with a heavy thump while Arthur grasped at
Lancelot’s leather hauberk with both hands. His wound reacted
with a fury all its own; blinding pain flaring up as the fresh
stitches tugged and twisted at the tender flesh at Arthur’s
abdomen. Arthur pinched his eyes shut against the burn and
turned his face into Lancelot’s unruly hair; one arm then
slipping ‘round the Sarmatian’s waist to further secure him.

“Lancelot…NO….Fuccckkkk….” Arthur hissed against Lancelot’s
ear through gritted teeth. He sucked in a breath to steady
himself and silently prayed that he could salvage this. Arthur
would be forced to punish Lancelot if Amadeus pushed this. And
THAT was not a desirable outcome to this meeting. The premise
for calling his officers this morning was to discuss how to
end the fighting with Merlin…NOT fight amongst themselves.

Amadeus
 
"What is this?!"


Arthur pulled back enough to meet Lancelot’s furious eyes; for
the moment ignoring everyone else in the room.

“No need to greet Malcus with such enthusiasm,” Arthur arched
a thick brow at Lancelot while he spoke, and silently
communicating a strong warning to stand down and follow
Arthur’s lead. And then the Commander slowly released his hold
on Lancelot and turned to face Amadeus. However, Arthur wisely
remained positioned between the two should Lancelot choose to
make another attempt in bringing on a disaster. The pain in
his side threatened to consume him, but Arthur wore a neutral
expression….his left hand slid up to cover over his stitches
on its own accord while he briefly bit at the inside of his
mouth. Arthur then smiled…lips forming a thin line and
certainly not beguiling genuine joy as he met Amadeus’
unemotional grey eyes.

“I should reprimand you both,” Arthur began; voice low but
even enough to pass as non-threatening. A small sigh through
his nose before continuing….

“Gentlemen, I called you here to discuss Merlin,” Arthur
stated in an authoritative tone clearly indicating that he
intended to move beyond these outbursts and get on with the
true threat facing them all…Merlin’s unexplained attacks and
how Arthur intended to halt them. He crossed his arms over his
broad chest and willed the pain in his side to quit again. I
pray, Lord, give me enough strength to do my duty and please
give Lancelot the patience he so needs now.

Arthur then glanced to Malcus and to the still open door….and
his gaze then fell to Linnette and - was that Drake? - Still
standing at the threshold. Brows stitched together as Arthur
remembered why he had also summoned the young lady this
morning.
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Author: SarmatianKnight
Date: Mon May 05, 2008 2:40 pm
Lucius


Probably Derfel would have been shocked if he would have known
what the pleasant man from some respected Roman family had
done in the past and what the real reason was that he was
here. While Lucius stood out there in the cold and wet weather
he had time to realise again that he could not simply make
friends anymore. He had to be careful and hide things.

He leaned back against the wall and stared up into the grey
morning sky. He should and would return later to the chapel to
lit up a candle for is mother. It was too long already that he
had done that for her. And one for his father. One for his
sister. Even one for his brother. With a sigh he realised that
he would need a lot of candles then. He was not really waiting
for the couple to leave the chapel again because... well, it
was a chapel and they had every right to stay there as long as
they wanted and needed to. He was just enjoying the lonliness
and silence and time to think about things. Where he stood he
was protected from the rain and its wetness.

The thumping sound of the chapel door was not loud but Lucius
recognised it and turned his head to look over there. He
expected someone else enter the chapel but instead Derfel and
his wife left the Lord's house already again. Now, that
had been quick.

Derfel
 
“Oy…Lucius? Could I trouble ye with a favor?”


Lucius pushed himself away from the wall he leaned against
when Derfel addressed him. He would have offered his help
anyway as soon as he realised that the man was more or less
carrying the woman. Without hesitation he stepped out into the
rain and closed the distance between the couple and himself.
"Is she alright?" he asked again. Somehow this did not look
all too good to him. He watched her intently, trying to find
any sign that she needed help from a healer immediatly.
Intuitively he reached out and touched her temple to check if
she had a fever while he answered:

"Of course. I am here, not going anywhere. How can I be of
help?" He was ready to follow orders as he followed orders
from his Captain.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Mon May 05, 2008 6:40 pm
Malcus Barbattus


Arthur
 
Nice of you to join us, Captain


Malcus flinched at Arthur's thinly veiled sarcasm. He was also
slightly annoyed that Arthur would ding him in front of
others. Arthur usually had more discretion than that! In fact,
that wasn't like Arthur at all. Espcially since Barbattus
prided himself with having impeccable timing.

Before Malcus could comment, suddenly, Lancelot lunged at
Scipio.

Holy mother of God! What the fuck? Malcus' inner voiced
screamed inside his head. The captain moved to block Lancelot
but Arthur himself quickly stepped between his First Knight
and the Optio. Lancelot looked wild. His dark eyes were
blazing and his lips were curled back into a vicious snarl.
Barbattus almost shook his head to make sure he'd seen what he
thought he'd seen. Obviously Amadeus had said or done
something that had royally pissed off the Sarmatian. Whether
consciously or subconsciously, Barbattus took an inconspicuous
step closer to Lancelot and Arthur and slowly lifted his hand
to the butt of the dagger he had hidden inside his hauberk.
Whatever was happening Malcus knew Amadeus must have been
behind it and that Arthur could count on his captain.

Arthur
 
No need to greet Malcus with such enthusiasm


Malcus lowered his head and stared at his shiny boots, holding
back a snicker. Nice save, old friend. Go ahead and pretend
like your first knight wasn't about to take a chunk out of ole
Scipio's ass! HA! Barbattus looked up again with a straight
face. That's when he noticed Arthur raise a hand to his left
side. Malcus narrowed his dark eyes and studied Arthur's, his
close friend's, face. Even though it was only there for a
fleeting millisecond and those who did not know Arthur would
have never seen it, Malcus saw his friend's pain. So my
suspicion was correct. He IS injured! Barbattus watched Arthur
closely. Arthur addressed the optio and Lancelot is a firm,
icy tone.

Arthur
 
I should reprimand you both.


His green eyes, speckled with brown showing his annoyance,
flashed at both men. But his voice did not show his emotion as
the commander recovered and moved on, changing the subject.

Arthur
 
Gentlemen, I called you here to discuss Merlin


"Yes, Arthur, let's discuss Merlin and what exactly I'm
supposed to do with that woad woman I have under guard,"
Malcus interjected with just a hint of his own sarcasm.







Mona

Guinevere
 
We need to be united in this mission. There can be no
room for squabbles or the whole plan will fail


Mona purred before she spoke. "I couldn't agree with you more,
Guinevere! For Neeria's sake, for Eala's sake, for Ash's sake!
We must be unified!"

Mona thought carefully. She needed to calm down her true
feelings for both Guinevere and Connell or both of them may
become suspicious. That wouldn't do. If either of them
suspected that she had her own plans, they may either alert
Merlin or get rid of her some way or another. Mona looked over
at Connell with icy blue eyes. To her surprise, he was
watching her too.

"Connell," she said softly, "Please forgive me if I have in
any way treated you unkindly." Mona dropped her head down for
a moment and when she lifted it again, her eyes were filled
with tears.

"It's just that I'm so worried about my dear friend, Neeria,
I'm just not myself. I am sorry." she said, letting a tear
roll down her cheek. "We grew up together. All of us did. We
are three of the strongest warriors Merlin has - male or
female. Poor Neeria, Mikel was fallen in the last attack and
now she languishes in a horrible Roman prison! The princess is
right, we must put aside our differences. For Neeria. For
Merlin."

Mona batted her watery eyelashes at the healer and took
another small bite of her bread, never taking her eyes off of
him.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon May 05, 2008 7:26 pm
Linnette


Amadeus
 
"What is this?!"


Arthur
 
“No need to greet Malcus with such enthusiasm. I should
reprimand you both. Gentlemen, I called you here to
discuss Merlin.”


Malcus
 
"Yes, Arthur, let's discuss Merlin and what exactly I'm
supposed to do with that Woad woman I have under guard."


From the doorway, her hand gripping the doorpost, Linnette
blinked in surprise at the various proceedings in the room.
She had sensed tension from the very first opening of the
door, but clearly it was even more serious than she had
guessed. Lancelot, who had always had a temper on him but not,
so far as Linnette had ever witnessed, to this extent, had
lunged at Amadeus's throat and been intercepted by Arthur even
as the two women- Neeve and Darya- slipped past her and Drake
out of the room, as though hastily dismissed. Arthur, his
green eyes hard as steel, had calmed Lancelot, or at least
induced him to subside, with scarcely more than a look, but
now the officer who had entered just before her took up the
complaints; obviously, what to be done about these attacks was
a sore point.

Linnette glanced automatically at Drake again, unconsciously
seeking reassurance; then stepped once more back out into the
doorway- she had taken a step almost behind the doorpost when
Lancelot had lunged forward, automatically protecting herself,
though she never took her eyes off the scene in the room. Now,
she tried to catch Arthur's eye again, this time mouthing a
silent question: Shall I come back later? She pointed back
over her shoulder and raised her eyebrows questioningly to
emphasize her meaning, but in truth, she was thinking that if
she was not acknowledged now, she should definitely leave.
There were conflicts going on here that the men would not wish
to be known to the general inhabitants of the fort- even
though she herself intended absolute discretion.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Mon May 05, 2008 7:27 pm
Lancelot


Blinding fury roared through Lancelot's exhausted body, and he
narrowed his eyes, his lips curling back in a snarl as he
aimed for the fucking officially sanctioned second in command.

And quickly, Arthur was there, right in front of him, catching
his clothing and shoving his body directly into Lancelot's
path. They collided with an umph from both men, but Lancelot
tried to push past Arthur's grip, the smirk on the Optio's
narrow face driving his anger further.

Arthur
 
“Lancelot…NO….Fuccckkkk….”


Lancelot struggled for a moment, until Arthur's steel-like arm
slid around his waist to force him to hold still. He felt the
other man's hot breath on his ear, could feel Arthur's heart
slamming against his own, noticed Arthur's body pressed
against his.

Gods damn everything to HELL.

Amadeus
 
"What is this?!"


Arthur
 
“No need to greet Malcus with such enthusiasm,”


The fury that raged through Lancelot began to cool, and he
realized the foolishness of his actions at the sound of the
Optio's surprised voice - and at the way Arthur attempted
humor to downplay his actions. Lancelot met Arthur's gaze,
ignoring Scipio; the heat that was left in his body flared
briefly from his dark eyes, directly into Arthur's.

This is not done, Artos.

He dropped his fists and stepped backward with all the control
he could muster, and almost found himself in Barbattus' arms.
Lancelot tossed the other man an annoyed look and got out of
his way.

Arthur
 
“I should reprimand you both,”


Lancelot bit the inside of his cheek until blood flowed, but,
by virtue of cursing to himself and breathing hard, he managed
to keep quiet. Of all the fucking gall - the nerve that hooked
nosed bastard had - official - barbarian dog.

Nothing would ever change here at Badon. No matter who was in
charge, no matter how hard Arthur seemed to try to protect his
Sarmatians. Rome would always intervene, and Lancelot was
tired of fighting and tired of losing - he was a little drone
to be mashed to a pulp under the mighty boot of the Empire.

He spat to the side, and twisted his neck, popping the tension
out of it.

Arthur and Malcus
 
Gentlemen, I called you here to discuss Merlin."

"Yes, Arthur, let's discuss Merlin and what exactly I'm supposed to do with that woad woman I have under guard."


Without taking his eyes off of Scipio, Lancelot sneered. "That
woman who will lead us readily and easily to Merlin?"

He watched Arthur hold to his side again, and with slight
horror, realized that the other man had probably pulled at his
wound when he'd been forced to jump forward to stop Lancelot
from doing whatever it was he was planning on doing to the
Optio.

Better all around if Arthur had let him hit the other man.
Then Lancelot would have been taken away - better for Arthur,
better for him. Lancelot canted his eyes from Scipio to the
commander, and cursed again under his breath. No matter his
"smart" ideas, no matter his pride and his love - brothers in
arms love, mind you - for Arthur, he always managed to fuck
things up.

Well - Lancelot would figure things out. He'd fix this - and
he and the Optio would finish things between them. One way or
another, Lancelot was done with this.

If only Arthur would ....

The first knight's skin still burned from where Arthur's had
contacted his during their struggle. He swallowed heavily, and
crossed his slender arms over his midsection, refusing to
think on it.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon May 05, 2008 7:38 pm
Linnesse


Derfel
 
“Oy…Lucius? Could I trouble ye with a favor? If you have
a few minutes to spare, that is.”


Lucius
 
"Is she alright? Of course. I am here, not going
anywhere. How can I be of help?"


"I'm...just tired," Linnesse murmurred faintly, turning her
head towards the hand that lightly touched her cheek and
finding that it was the soldier Lucius, who had been in the
chapel only a moment ago. It seemed embarrassing to have all
this fuss made over her- but truly she did not feel capable of
walking a step, and she was more grateful than she could
possibly express for Derfel's strong arms holding her, so that
she need not do anything but snuggle against him and pull the
cloak hood so that it shielded most of her face from the misty
rain. She didn't have a fever any more, as Lucius was
obviously checking for, though, and she shrugged her head to
the side a little, trying to brush his hand off.

"I had the fever, but it's gone...I just need to rest." She
let her eyes surrender to closing even as her healer's brain
was trying to enumerate her condition and what was to be done
for it. She really didn't feel flushed or hot at all- just
tired, exhausted. She had done too much- but it was not a
relapse of the fever. For one thing, it just couldn't be-
Linnette needed her well, not lying in some sick bed again!
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Mon May 05, 2008 10:09 pm
Milan


Milan had no idea what he was doing or where he was going when
he stepped out into daylight. Mari's room had grown
suffocatingly small and cold without her there. Without her,
he had no desire to be there. Not alone. Solitude frightened
him. It was a dark abyss with a thousand hands - hands with no
bodies, bodies with no faces - all poking and prodding and
tearing and shoving at him from all directions. It brought
only loneliness. It brought only pain. It brought only fear
and deterioration of the soul. No...what had once been his
sanctuary had turned out to be the very thing that had helped
to damn him.

Milan didn't want to be alone anymore. He didn't want to fear.
He didn't want to hide. He wanted to breathe, to discard the
empty shell he had been dwelling in, to walk down the street
and not be afraid of his own shadow. He wanted everything that
had always been forbidden to him. He wanted to live.

But, where to start? How to begin? What to do? How to think?
What to feel? Even the very air he breathed was alien to him -
it was like he was a child opening his eyes to the world for
the first time. It was intimidating, intoxicating - this
thought of living. He aimlessly wandered, ogling in the dreary
picture of the fort as if it was something wonderful to look
at, just taking in the sights and sounds and smells,
exploring.
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