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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 09:05 PM Post #76 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Tue May 06, 2008 8:03 am Derfel
Derfel had halted to wait on a response from Lucius, briefly smiling down at his lover as if to reassure her he’d not be long in getting her out of this weather. Lucius once again appeared concerned as he approached. No doubt Linnesse looked to be in a bad way and Derfel felt quite guilty for his part. He should have insisted on getting her back to bed before he’d taken care of Linnette’s request.
“I just need to be gettin’ her back to our room…wouldya mind walking with us now and opening a few doors for me so I won’t have to set her down?” Derfel asked a bit sheepishly. He should be managing this on his own…but Linnesse’s comfort was more important than his foolish male pride. This ‘Lucius’ seemed a kind man at any rate. He had a pleasant face and had shown genuine concern when he’d reached over to inspect Linnesse for fever. “Won’t take long…and I’ll be glad to repay you with a round of ale in the tavern later,” Derfel offered with a smile over at Lucius. “Our room is just over that way,” He indicated with a small nod of his head in the direction of the tall stone structure across the courtyard that contained their tiny room. Derfel than began to walk again assuming Lucius would indeed follow. By the gods, this rainy weather was persistant. Derfel shivered against the cold and looked down into Linnesse's pale face for a moment. "We'll have you back inside shortly, luv. I promise," He whispered sweetly and continued walking towards the building that housed the knight's quarters. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 09:06 PM Post #77 |
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Author: Darya Date: Tue May 06, 2008 10:11 am Darya The dark Sarmatian was honestly relieved when Tristan assured her in his very own way that he was okay…and not injured or sick. Finally some good news. “Good…that’s…good…”, she nodded more to herself than at her kinsman while shifting her gaze towards the horse in the arena again. So it Gedeon was the only loss among the knights…but that pretty much was the only positive thing about this. He had been too young to die…had left a pregnant widow behind. And for a moment, Darya felt honestly sorry for Linnette…
By the Gods, the female Sarmatian thought and frowned slightly. So Dagonet and Linnette could not even bury Gedeon. “That’s…that’s a shame…”, Darya murmured quietly before clearing her throat and raking a hand through her long hair. “Tristan…”, she then added with a questioning glance, “…how…why…? What is it about this Woad girl that has been brought to the Fort?” Yes, this was the one thing in Arthur’s reasoning that she did not understand. Maybe it was because of her dark memories and experiences with the forest people, maybe it was because of Guinevere’s open threat. Or was it because Merlin had actually dared to set foot INTO Badon Keep? “Have we not had enough Woads in here lately? Why is she here?” Yes, Arthur had mentioned a few things about that girl already but maybe a fellow Sarmatian had a different opinion on this… |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 09:07 PM Post #78 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Tue May 06, 2008 10:38 am Tatiana After leaving the tavern, her mind going over what Vanora had told her in regards to what Adian was going through grief-wise, so intent was she in finding her little herb garden that she didn't even notice the rain coming down, or if she did, she paid it no mind as she was more intent on finding what she was looking for. Finding it, she hunted through the few remaining winter growing ones for a few bulbs, before she turned the soil over to begin growing her Spring herbs. Kneeling down and collecting the last of her winter supply, she quickly stood and putting them in her pouch turned around and with a few thoughts about Brendyn and what he was up too, hoping that he was safe, or as safe as one could be in a fort, headed back to the stables to add these to her collection. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 09:10 PM Post #79 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Tue May 06, 2008 2:40 pm Amadeus Lancelot had stepped wrong here. He had put his balls firmly in Amadeus' hands and he would regret it, oh God Amadeus swore that he would regret it! Technically he should thank Lancelot for being such an uncouth hot-head and giving himself the chance to sway Arthur to hsi way of thinking, it allowed Amdaeus to play the Victim. There was no denying that Arthur was impressive - it was just sad to see that he was impressive at the wrong times.
The Optio's sneer had disappeared by the time Arthur turned and he met the Commander's eyes without emotion. He gave a tense, token half-smile at the man's seeming joke that concealed his First Knight's blunder. He would grant Arthur this, he would not pretend that it had been otherwise, not in company. But once he got the Commander alone he would ensure that Arthur knew that he was no fool, that he knew Lancelot had been going to attempt to gut him.
Amadeus forced another empty smile to his thin lips. He ignored Lancelot's disgusting gesture of spitting to the side, tensing his jaw and moving to stand to the side a little where he could see all those in the room. He was not aware that Arthur wanted to speak with Linnette though he did have a word or two to say to her himself - about the lodgings... That missive had come this morning unfortunately. Lifting his narrow chin, the Optio nodded his head, keeping his lips purposely sealed for he had words to say alright, but not in this kind of company. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was quite terrified that his words might infuriate the Commander again... oh nothign to do with that. But next time he was bringing Mordred to this kind of meeting. Drake Drake knew why he was there. He was there to watch Linnette, to ensure she was ok, that she did not push herself and that she had someone around in case she fell apart. He did not care why the others were there, though he did give a respectful nod to Barbattus. They crossed over alot in their line of work though their 'relationship' had not gone beyond this - a respectful nod. The Spaniard looked into the room with narrowed green eyes, hovering behind Linnette with a protective set to his broad shoulders. His Roman body armour looked ludicrous in comparison to what the Optio was wearing - but it took alot to make Drake feel self conscious. Linnette was bobbing her feet looking into the room around the men who were all so much taller than she was. Two women came out of Arthur's room, Darya who he did know having carried her through the rain on occassion - and another female, the healer. It was as if nothing had happened between them - Drake's eyes glanced towards her and then away as if he did not recognise her, his focus all on the drama that was unfolding in Arthur's room. Ignorant of what was being said, Drake was quite surprised when Lancelot lurched forward. The Spaniard hissed under his breath and reached an arm out beside Linnette, ready to pull her back, but just as his hand got to the flat of her stomach Arthur dived in between adn the situation calmed. "Sorry." he uttered, barely above a whisper, withdrawing one step from Linnette, but watching Lancelot warily. He was annoyed at that, he was annoyed that the Sarmatian was so reckless where Linnette was concerned as to attack someone in front of her... Granted Lancelot may not have noticed Linnette there but Drake did not think that a valid excuse. His green eyes glared balefully at the other male. Wiping his nose with a free hand, Drake flexed his fingers, crossing his arm over his chest to hold his saddlebags in place and let his other hand get some feeling back in it. Linnette glanced back at him and Drake lifted his eyebrows to her, hoping his expression looked patient and understanding. Ideally he would like to take her away from this scene completely and escort her to her room, then he would come back and bring Arthur to her but he knew that that was not possible. So he remained, impassive and impressive standing in the doorway behind Linnette, towering above her, his bearded jaw tense and his brow ridged with focus and concern, there was warning in hsi green eyes to any man that thought to upset, go near, or think bad of Linnette too. Eala It was easy to ignore the lack of agony in her shoulder when things were starting to look so bright. Eala handed the bigger of the knives over willingly, taking to looking at her little one reverently, revealing her savage black eyes in it's reflection. The little blonde reached down to her boots, pulled out her lace and cut a piece. She used that cut piece to tie around her thigh and then slid the knife in neatly. Sniffing, pleased with herself, the ten-year old looked up to Neeria for direction, automically giving way to the older, wiser woad. Eala understood the gesture, pointing to the sky, a universal indicator of time, and nodded her head with a broad, feral grin on her young face.
The young woad nodded her head again and eagerly took the food. Now that they had some way of getting out of this predicament she realised how hungry she was. With a mouthful of bread, Eala turned to the tray, taking more food and stuffing it in her over-full mouth, chewing awkwardly due to the pain in her lips and jaw from her ill-treatment. As she was eating, Neeria touched her shoulder and Eala looked over, wide-eyed and trusting. The older woad hit her chest and threw her first into the air. It sent goosebumps down EAla's back. She suddenly didn't feel so alone. She would get out of this, she would kill the man that killed her brother before she left this shit-hole and then she would tell Ash what she had done and he would be so proud of her! Eala swallowed the half-chewed food and her brow furrowed in seriousness. It looked odd on a face so young. Dipping her chin to assist the food to go down her throat with relative ease, Eala replicated Neeria's easlier gesture of success to come and then grinned impishly. Shrugging her good shoulder, Eala turned from Neeria and started to wander around the room, looking at stuff though there wasn't much there. She walked like a new puppy in a strange house, uncertain, wobbly and cautious, peering up at the ceiling, down at the floor, along the shelves - she even lifted up the mattress on the bed whilst stuffing another handful of food into her mouth. The door opened but Eala had her back to it as she stood by a window, poking at the glass in fascination -- Catherine From experience, men never wanted to know that she knew a thing or two about the world. This felt completely out of her realm of expertise even though she was sitting in the company of a man... and she knew men. She wasn't used to being herself around them though. She put on the face that they wanted to see, she lilted the way they wanted to hear and she moved the way they needed her to move. Gawain was asking her to be herself, to speak her mind, to garnish information that she had gone to great lengths to find. She liked it... She could blithely ignore the smudge of dirt on the side of his face, the piece of what she hoped was bark in his hair, the grime beneath his fingernails - these were the trappings of a warrior. But she could not ignore that he was genuinely interested in what she had to say.
Like a child being told a story, Catherine looked down at the table when Gawain poked it. She found it amusing that he was using her soggy map and barely suppressed a smile, lifting her hand to her face, twisting a lock of hair around her slender finger and running the pad of her thumb over the compressed strands whilst listening, attentively, to the rest of his story, unabashedly curious.
This was ... amazing. Catherine was usually regaled with this kind of tale whilst lying in the arms of a soldier, their bodies spent and slick with the sweat of their exertions. Yet here she sat across the table in the tavern with the blue eyes of a Knight upon her as he described the battle, and oh the glorious details of teh Jutes! to her. The blonde's thumb stilled, her hazy green eyes wide and her lips slightly parted as she stored every bit of information to memory. To hear tell of Arthur ... ! By the gods! One sentence, however, made the whore's stomach feel heavy, uncomfortable. It brought her back to the here and now - if I ever make it out of here... It was ... disconcerting that he spoke that without much confidence, as if he expected to die here without ever seeing his home again. Catherine's head tilted to one side as he said those words, her sympathetic eyes dropping to the table. She had never really thought about the soldiers she bedded in that sense, never wondered if they expected to live through the next battle that she would long to hear of. But now was not the time for such sadness. Not when Gawain had asked her a question, and one with so many connotations. Catherine looked up at the blonde knight through her dark eyelashes. She narrowed her eyes questionningly at him, as if to ask him if he was seriously asking her that question. Her finger twisted the hair a little tighter and she trailed it over her full, beautiful bottom lip as a breath of her sweet laughter scented the air. "I know of a few places.. but the nearest place that is both warm, welcoming and most definitely not Rome would be ..." she purred the words suggestively, her finger tapping her chin as if in thought though the movements were much too exaggerated for it to be realistic, and she knew it too. She was teasing him, prompting him, hoping that he would laugh when she did - Catherine chimed a pretty little laugh, shaking her head in amusement. Of course the warmest place close to here was her bed or his - but she would not be so brazen as to say it aloud, not when he was willing to talk to her, to talk so openly about his adventures. The blonde rested her elbow on the table and cupped her cheek, taking a small breath. Her eyes had not left Gawain's face since he started his story -- "Oh forgive me, that was inexcusable." Catherine chided herself with a shake of her head though her smile was beatific, "Do you not long for home? Is it not there that you will go when you leave this island?" her words were very specific, they were insisting that he was leaving this island, and alive. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 09:16 PM Post #80 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Tue May 06, 2008 7:09 pm Tristan
“Christ knows,” Tristan rolled his eyes as he held out his hand, carrot perched on his palm, for the horse to take, looking sideways at Darya as he did so. It wasn’t often that it seemed appropriate to him to swear by the Christian God, whom Tristan certainly did not worship, but seeing as this involved a folly of Arthur’s, no doubt brought on by too-blind worship of this same God, he figured that on this occasion it was only fair. And maybe Christ did know. Definitely no one else did. “She said she’d take him to Merlin if he spared her. Don’t know why he believed her- no sane man would.” Tristan threw up his hands in exasperation as the last of the carrot disappeared into Tirgatao’s mouth, then reached out and patted the beast’s nose as the sudden movement caused it to start a little. Tristan had no wish to alarm his new mount, of course, but the thought of the Woad prisoner nearly drove him to distraction. The memory of her saying his name, over and over again, pathetically grateful for the slightest concession to her humanity…it made him shrink mentally away from it, try to build walls around it, pretend it didn’t happen. The Woads were formidable enemies, and it wasn’t right to see them so humbled by practically nothing as she had been. They should either be fighting or dead. No in betweens. Nothing to complicate things. Her kind had tortured Percival, after all- tortured him till he was no more than the shell of a man. Had this one been in on that, Tristan suddenly wondered? Had she watched, or participated, while Percival suffered and bled? Damn her to all possible hells if she had. She deserved none of his sympathy. “I’ll kill her if she hurts him,” the scout growled irritably, backing up from the horse again and once more kicking at the sandy surface of the riding arena, to no real purpose at all- just working out some miniscule portion of his frustration in some small way. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 09:18 PM Post #81 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Tue May 06, 2008 7:36 pm Jols Going into the stables, the squire nodded at the stableworkers in greetings then headed towards the familiar stalls where the mounts of Arthur and the rest of the Knights got stabled during their rest period in between quests and battles. Checking them over, he walked down to the wall where the brushes and other items of that nature got stored and selecting a few of them, went back over to the horses' stalls. Opening the half door, Jols went into each stall and speaking softly, spent a good amount of time brushing the coats and checking the top and underside of each hoof to make sure that there wasn't any stone or small pebble in the soft underside or in between the shoe and hoof. He took his time with each horse and talked to the animal while he worked on them. Once done, he gave them a sugar cube as a reward for being patient during their inspection then before leaving, the squire placed a bale of hay into the feeding trough then relocking each stall door behind himself and headed off to grab a plate of something over at the tavern before doing his other tasks. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 09:21 PM Post #82 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Tue May 06, 2008 8:50 pm Neeria and Titrus Neeria moaned with pleasure as the food hit her empty stomach. The thick soup, full of hearty chunks of vegetables, was delicious. The two woads hadn't eaten in 2 days and Neeria knew if they were going to make a move, they would need strength. As she swallowed, the woman looked at the younger girl walking around the room. Eala. Neeria looked at her with pride knowing that Eala would stand by her and fight just as hard as any other of Guinevere's strongest full grown female warriors. The older woman remembered when Eala was a small girl learning how to fight. She was still a child, but she was a warrior nonetheless. The older girl lay on the bed watching Eala handling the small blade expertly, twirling it between her skinny fingers and stabbing out at the enemies she saw in her mind. The girl suddenly reached in her boot and pulled out a dirty lace, cutting it into a smaller piece, then using it as a garter to conceal the blade under her new, clean white tunic. Neeria's blade was still neatly hidden under her thigh. She sighed and thought of Guinevere. Oh how she missed the comfort and safety of the woods. It would only be a matter of time before Arthur came to gather her. She had, after all, offered to lead him to Merlin. Well, that would never happen, but Neeria would have to come up with a plan to stall him. The woad would never betray her shan-ti. He was a father to her. Castus was a fool to think she ever would. She touched her side gently which had already started to feel much better now that it had been drained. Neeria closed her eyes and tried to send Merlin a message, hoping he would sense her plea. She said a prayer to her patron god, Orius. "Orius I beg you from my heart to speak to him. Merlin, I am with you!" Neeria opened her eyes and looked over at Eala and smiled. But her smile quickly faded as the doorknob on the door to their guarded room suddenly turned. The woad stared, wide-eyed as the Roman who released Eala from her chains walked in. Neeria gasped, but Eala did not hear her. Titrus watched with amusement as the old nun turned on her heel and left Brendyn and him standing there. The gods are just, the man snickered to himself. But no one else had come out from the back to help them either.
"Are you dumb, boy?" Titrus whirled around and asked the soldier in anger. "You'd better learn to listen. Captain Barbattus is not going to be happy with any of this and I'm not covering for you again. He knows I lied to him - he knows everything there is to know about me. And he will know you too. You will never fool him but I'm sure you will be foolish enough to try." Brendyn winced at Titrus' words and grabbed at his aching side again.
Titrus scowled at Brendyn and ran his tongue over his teeth, looking up at the ceiling. "I covered for you because I was once young and stupid like you are." The lieutenant put his hand on his hip. "Malcus" Titrus said, calling the captain out of rank, "said he saw something in you. Do you know what means? Do you fully understand how good that could be for your miserable life? You're a low life, soldier. A grunt. A nothing. The captain can make your life easier or he can make your life hell. He will give you enough opportunities for you to decide your own fate. Don't fuck it up boy! I will not help you again. He knew I covered for you - that was my one shot. There will not be a second."
"You're damned right you are. I already told you that," Titrus said with a smirk.
"Oh, for God's sake," the lieutenant said, rolling his eyes. "Gather your balls, boy!" Titrus walked back to the room that housed the two woad girls, thinking maybe the healer was in there. "Oy," he said to the guards outside the room. "Is there a medicus there?" "No sir, n'body but da pris'ners in der," the young grunt replied. "When did you check on them last?" Titrus asked. "A while ago, sir, but not since the nun left." Titrus pressed his ear to the door and heard the older woad's voice. Who was she talking to? The little girl was deaf. He decided to check on them and turned the doorknob. As he entered the room, the older girl gasped and looked as though Titrus had caught her red-handed doing something she shouldn't. The younger girl had her back to him, motioning in the air with her arms. "What the hell is she doing?" he asked, drawing his sword. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 09:22 PM Post #83 |
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Author: SarmatianKnight Date: Wed May 07, 2008 2:56 am Lucius Lucius, not knowing that Linnesse was a healer herself, raised an eyebrow and his expression was obviously suspicious becase he had seen people confirming they were just tired and they ended dead within the following day. He was about to tell her that in a quite kind but also straight forward way when she turned her head to get rid of his hand. He got the hint and remained silent, pulling back his hand. Discussing this with thing with her or not, resting seemed to be a good idea indeed. The woman fell almost asleep already. "Of course I can walk with you" he addressed Derfel. It was never easy to carry a woman in one's arms savely and open doors. It was clear that trying to make her walk herself would lead to.. nowhere. At least in a short time.
Lucius returned the smile when he followed Derfel to the quarters already. "I have time - but I won't say no to that ale." They reached the building and Lucius was surprised to end there. He had expected tha they would head for the small private houses of the people who lived at the fortress but no, the knight's quarters it was and he glanced over at the blonde man, wondering if the man was a soldier too? He did not expect to know anyone already really but well, he was not Roman. But then Sarmatians were here to fight as well and they were not Roman too. So... he shrugged almost visible when he pushed the curious questions away for now. He would have the chance to ask the questions later on. For now he opened doors and closed them again. Opened more doors and followed Derfel to his room after he had ordered another soldier in a clear and commanding tone to get out of their way. Even then he sounded polite. Lucius opened the last door when Derfel stopped, obviously they had reached his quarters. He stepped to the side so that the other man could enter easily - and waited outside because it was rude to just enter people's private area without being invited. Something that was easily forgotten as a soldier in an army but he tried to remember and keep what was important for him. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 09:23 PM Post #84 |
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Author: Kay Date: Wed May 07, 2008 5:57 am Guinevere
Guinevere watched Mona's performance through cynical eyes. Gods, the woman was shedding tears now! The Woad princess was sure these were merely a ruse to gain sympathy. She didn't know what Connell thought, but she was having none of it. "And warriors don't shed tears of contrition" Guinevere said, fixing Mona with an icy stare. "Pull yourself together! This kind of behaviour will not help. We need to establish a vantage point from which to observe the fortress. We will keep watch in pairs while the third rests. Hurry and finish your rations; we do not know how soon we shall be needed." |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 09:24 PM Post #85 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Wed May 07, 2008 10:06 am Arthur At least Scipio ‘appeared’ to overlook Lancelot’s show of temper. Thank God. Arthur would have a word with Lancelot later – in private - to press upon his lieutenant the importance of masking one’s true emotions in meetings such as this. Scipio could have demanded the Sarmatian severely punished for his insubordination…and Arthur’s hands would have been tied to prevent it by the laws that govern the army.
“Have the ‘woman’ brought up from lockup once we have concluded our meeting here. I will remind her of the oath she gave to me yesterday. And then she will lead us to Merlin,” Arthur stated firmly, eyes shimmering with confidence and strength despite the throbbing pain in his side. He silently prayed to God that his actions in halting Lancelot had not re-opened his wound. As Arthur’s gaze moved from each of his officers, he noted Linnette and Drake standing patiently in the doorway again. She seemed to indicate that she’d come back later…but that simply was not acceptable to Arthur and would be an insult to her in the Commander’s opinion. He cleared his throat and gave Linnette a respectful nod in acknowledgement. “Gentlemen, forgive me for a moment…but I must have a private word with the lady,” Arthur said and gestured towards the door. He stepped around Amadeus, briefly glancing over his shoulder at Lancelot as he did so…..and giving his lieutenant another look in warning to ‘behave’ out of Amadeus’ line of sight. Malcus was close enough to step in though, should Lancelot choose to act the complete fool. But there would be no salvaging the situation a second time. “Forgive me, lady…I apologize for making you wait,” Arthur spoke gently to Linnette, expression softening for her, and extended his left hand for her to accept. “Drake,” The Commander gave a courteous nod to the older man; not questioning his presence at the widow’s side. Arthur then led Linnette inside the room and addressed his officers once more. “Gentlemen, if you would be so kind as to wait outside for a moment,” Arthur stated in a tone that brooked no argument. He would not speak to Linnette on the death of her husband in front of the men. It was a private matter and he did not wish to make the lady any more uncomfortable than need be. His hand gently squeezed at her tiny fingers in reassurance while he awaited the officers to comply. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 09:25 PM Post #86 |
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Author: Darya Date: Wed May 07, 2008 10:28 am Darya
Darya narrowed her eyes as she listened to Tristan’s words. She knew how much the Woads worshipped their leader. Would they really betray him in such a way? After Merlin had broken the truce? After he had attacked Badon for no reason? The female Sarmatian snorted quietly at her thoughts and puffed out a sharp breath. “Give my regards to her should you indeed get the chance to kill her in case she even tries to hurt him…”, she then said in a firm voice and gave Tristan a glance that clearly expressed how serious she was about this. By the Gods, she would kill that Woad – any Woad – that dared to hurt Arthur herself…but Darya also knew that it was unlikely that she would get the chance to do so. …and with those thoughts, her anger about the forest people slowly crawled back into her mind. “He was here, you know…”, the dark-haired mused, tension obvious in her voice as she did so, “…Merlin. He was here at Badon…just like Guinevere. They led the attack personally.” A pause. “Maybe I should tell Arthur this… It is a proof that no Woad can be trusted, is it not? None of them obviously…” Darya irritably shook her head before pushing herself away from the fence ring and walking two steps. This was a strange situation. She knew Arthur always had a good reason for his decisions…yet she could not help but share her fellow Sarmatians' opinion: why trust the Woads yet again? If Merlin’s own daughter did not stick to her word, then why should a random Woad warrior be more trustworthy? |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 09:27 PM Post #87 |
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Author: Eledhwen Date: Wed May 07, 2008 12:20 pm Bors Bors limped across the courtyard towards the stables, cursing to himself at his stupidity in getting injured, and even moreso at his inability to admit that it still hurt to Vanora. Bloody stubborn Sarmatian, he could almost hear her saying, and despite the pain his grinned to himself. It was still raining, and his shorn head was dripping water onto the dirty collar of his shirt, running down onto his back and making him shiver. He growled, and headed for the barn to shelter for a while, hopefully resting his leg so that Vanora wouldn't notice when she saw him later. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 09:30 PM Post #88 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Wed May 07, 2008 1:23 pm Linnette
"No need to apologize, Commander," Linnette murmurred in very quiet, polite response, barely audibly. The room seemed loud with the silence that surrounded Arthur's words, uncomfortable with the tension between the four men- five if you counted Drake, though he had not been in on the argument except to, it seemed, protect her. Their presences and personalities seemed to dwarf Linnette, and indeed the whole room, and she felt tiny, there, tiny and insignificant, so much so that she was surprised to see the Commander's hand extended to her, to escort her farther inside. She took the offered hand lightly, and gave Amadeus a nod of greeting as she stepped past him- him she was comfortable with- but Lancelot's eyes she could not meet, even though they generally got along well enough. There was too much suppressed anger about him, too much danger. A side of him she hadn't really seen. The officer she did not know was imposing, too, and Arthur, despite his kindness, had the kind of burning in his green eyes that could quell all the others at a glance, even though they were soft as they regarded her.
Linnette cast a hasty glance behind her again, aware that Drake, as well as the others, was being asked to leave. Well, of course, he was. And what was unexpected about that? Nothing, surely...but still, Linnette had had to push down a stab of momentary, very momentary, worry at that prospect. It didn't show more than fleetingly on her face, though, and she almost instantly composed herself, telling herself that that was silly. Drake had things to do. He had been kind enough just to walk her to Arthur's room, and surely the other men here, also, were no threat to her, Arthur least of all. The Commander wanted to talk to her, that was all- and probably about Gedeon. She hadn't done anything wrong. But she did have to keep herself together in front of Arthur, as well as, later, the other men whom she would pass in the corridor as she left the room. It was rather daunting, really, and she took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts and preparing herself to take whatever was said in the calmest way that was at all possible. The last thing she wanted was to break down here. Tristan
"He probably already knows...but go ahead." Tristan paced a couple of discontented steps away from Darya as he spoke. Arthur had been briefed on the attack, surely- Tristan knew for certain that Barbattus had been summoned to his quarters, and surely Amadeus as well had spoken to Arthur with the details either yesterday or today. Arthur knew, or he would, that Merlin and Guinevere had been there. And yet he persisted, apparently, in some foolish idea that this captured woman was a true traitor who would cheerfully lead them to Merlin. It couldn't be true. Darya was completely right- no Woad could be trusted. "Are you all right?" Tristan turned back towards Darya on one heel, his movement as abrupt as his change of subject. She didn't look injured, he had noted that when she first arrived- but if Tristan knew Darya, she had been in the thick of things during the fight, and he wanted to assure himself of her well-being. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 09:31 PM Post #89 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Wed May 07, 2008 2:10 pm Mirtha Mirtha stood there and listened to the girl's explaination, but not having any damn about what was she saying. He did not care! She should be working! This was not the time for breakfast break!
She should be cleaning the spill in the stables, not in the tavern! Mirtha was just terrible angry at himself today and at the whole world in fact and he had to vent his anger. Personal maters! What the fuck... he did not care. Whatever was she going to say... Mirtha was angry at her right now. And he watched her as Vanora helped her and the young woman thanked her before leaving the place. Mirtha silently turned to sit on his place and shook his head.
"I'm not in a fucking mood..." he said grufly before he even noticed that Vanora was just joking. He smoothed the skin on his underchin and sighed heavly. His mind was elsewhere now.
"What?" He looked down at his plate and seeing the food a little smile crept on his face. "Thanks... and sorry" he said in Vanora direction indicating his last gruf coment. In fact he was thinking of the last night. What have he done to Ione? Was she hurt? Had he done something bad to her? Gods! How he ended up like this? Thinking about woman's feelings? Worrying.... He will go to her and ask. He would like to know... He only wished she would be not angry at him.. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 09:33 PM Post #90 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Wed May 07, 2008 2:41 pm Amadeus
Amadeus raised his eyebrows but reacted in no other way to Arthur's words. He knew he had all to play for here - Lancelot had dug his own grave in this instance, Amadeus would just make sure to lay him to rest in it. Then promptly piss on said grave. Arthur could talk big all he liked, when it came to it they were all in agreement that someone besides Arthur should go. And going by rank, Amadeus thought smugly, he was next in line.
The Optio's body involuntarily tensed when Arthur moved behind him. So the Commander was injured- that didn't mean he was weak. Amadeus had learned that the hard way, the pinching pain in his shoulder a reminder of the fact. He couldn't be certain but he had a feeling that there was a hidden communication going on behind his back between Lancelot and Arthur, btu he feigned a lack of interest. Turning, he looked up with a sympathetic expression into the sad but brave face of Linnette. She looked tiny amongst all these men, her frame looking waifish in comparison to the bulk of muscle in the men. Amadeus had a grudging respect for Arthur in bringing her here like this. It was not a respect he would have if it was a woman he did not know - but Linnette he did know, from childhood. And now she was alone in the world with no one to look after her. Who was the green eyed male behind her? Amadeus recognised him but was not sure from where. He heard Arthur speak his name and racked his brain... Yes, alone in teh world - no man to protect her or ensure she had all that she wanted. Drake? Was that his name? Who would put a roof over her head and protect her unborn child? Oh! Yes! Drake, of course - he trained the new recruits. Well, she could depend on him. He was going places. She would do well to be by his side as he climbed. Granted she was not as beautiful as her sister, nor was she as scheming as Rowan, but she had her qualities. "Arthur." Amadeus said politely, dipping his head as he stepped out of the room, frowning as Drake refused to move from the place where he stood, his eyes pinned own at the back of Linnette's head. As he passed Linnette, Amadeus reached down to touch her forearm, pausing a fraction of a second to give her a most sorrowful look. The Optio tsked at the doltish Drake who just stood, staring, silently, and went across the hall to stand against the wall, folding his arms over his impressive chest, lifting his eyebrows as he looked at Lancelot and Malcus come out of the room. |
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