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May 2008
Topic Started: Mar 18 2010, 02:23 AM (3,635 Views)
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 2:47 pm
Evana


She heard the calling and rushed towards the room.

Titrus and a soldier
 
"Is there a medicus there?"

"No sir, n'body but da pris'ners in der."

"When did you check on them last?

"A while ago, sir, but not since the nun left."


"I am a healer." she annoanced as she approached the men...
She had been seeing him before, but never ever really had the
chance to speak with him. "What is the matter?" she asked
peering inside seeing a man with possibly hand injury.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 3:06 pm
Drake


Drake felt poised. Hell, he looked poised.

His body was stiff, the burning scent of male energy in the
air was undeniable. These men were competing, and when men competed, any bystanders were likely to be hurt. And one of the bystanders was Linnette. Drake was aware that she looked up at him now and then, almost like she was making sure he was still there or seeking his approval, but he was looking at the gathered men in a somewhat suspicious fashion.

Arthur
 
“Gentlemen, forgive me for a moment…but I must have a
private word with the lady, Forgive me, lady…I apologize
for making you wait, Drake, Gentlemen, if you would be
so kind as to wait outside for a moment,”


The Spaniard nodded his head in greeting to Arthur. He
respected Arthur - he trusted him, so he did not need to keep
an eye on him as much as the others. Especially the Optio. He
looked at Linnette in all the wrong ways, ways that Drake did
not like. Not one bit. He was familiar. And as the man went to
leave he was even more familiar, touching Linnette's arm. A
very low rumble echoed in Drake's chest but stopped early on
because the man did not remain by Linnette's side.

He swallowed hard, dropping his chin a fraction when he
realised what he had just done.

What was he thinking?

Clearing his throat, Drake took a step back from the door,
nodding his head to Linnette. He didn't tell her he would wait
- he assumed she knew he would. And as if he had any authority
in the matter, he lifted his bottle-green eyes to Arthur's
emerald ones and gave a slight nod of his head, indicating
that it was ok to take her inside now.









Galahad

Galahad didn't like the rain.

It was bloody stupid anyways - the rain. It just made
everything mucky, dirty, slippery, dangerous - it made things
cold, it made people cold and when people got cold they got
sick and when people got sick they got dead. So why did the
gods think it wise to send rain? The Sarmatian was standing
under the eaves of the stables having ambled about for a while
looking for Gawain. He wanted to just check on his friend -
make sure his arm was doing ok. He could do with getting his
stomach looked at but the thoughts of waking Alina and having
her in that slightly nutty state was a bit ... well, it was
scary.

The youngest knight spotted a familiar bulk splashing through
the rain near the barn. He liftd his hand but Bors had his
head lowered, intent on getting out of the rain.

Galahad tsked, looked up at the clouds and sighed.

"Here goes.." he murmured, ducking his head and dashing
forward towards Bors.

"Bors! Bors -- " the Knight called out, breathless and wincing
in slight pain as he ducked into the barn, looking about for
the other Knight. "Hey - didn't you hear me?" Galahad said in
a slightly whiney voice before huffing a breath and sliding
his hand back into his black curls. "Have you seen Gawain?" he
asked, grimacing as he looked down at how wet he had gotten on
that little trot across the courtyard alone. Would the rain in
this damnable place ever stop?!
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Author: lady ione
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 3:26 pm
Brendyn


Brendyn really could not see the expression on the face of the
nun whom he knew as the same one who he had trifled with
earlier. She had just looked up, and then turned an walked
back to wherever she had come from. once there were was a
traveler on the road who was going to another town, when he
was jumped by a robber, who beat him and left him for dead at
the side of the road. And hour or so later, another man
passed, but kept on his way not wanting to offer help.... Oh,
he knew that story well, and it had been one of his favorites.
Titrus made no move to bring the nun back, which did not make
Brendyn's situation any better....

Titrus
 
"Are you dumb, boy?" "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."


'Why should...I be so foolish enough...to try?' Brendyn
whispered back. He could hear Antonius's voice in his head
Anything short of death can not keep you from your
duties...short of death...of death... He struggled to move
into a more comfortable position, his arm still hanging over
the side of the bench. ...two more men came along the road,
but did not stop to offer help leaving the man still on the
side of the road... Brendyn winced as it brushed against the
side of the bench. Deep inside he prayed for wisdom and the
courage. He wanted to be the brave soldier that had first met
Malcus and Titrus...what had happened to him? Had he become so
arrogant and foolish? What Titrus told him next sunk into
Brendyn's head...something that he had forgotten...

Titrus
 
"I covered for you because I was once young and stupid
like you are." "Malcus" "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."


Oh, he was listening to every word, and not one was missed.
Why would he expect Titrus to lie for him again? Anymore and
it'd mean the man's honor. No, he would not ask, nor would he
think about it. Brendyn felt his arm like it was burning. The
young soldier said nothing, but instead moved a bit to get
more comfortable. He had not wanted to look like a whimp, but
he was feeling damned ill right now, and wished to hell a
healer would get over and treat him before the thing got
worse. Brendyn wondered what it was the Malcus saw in him if
he was a worthless Grunt? I...see...now that the training I
got...under Antonius...he taught me..that hate was a good
thing...Something happened to me while I was holding the
chains...that same hate...It has done nothing but ruin me. His
heart was set on being retrained, not in his fighting skills,
but in his reactions to the enemy. Because of Antonius, he had
hated the woads so much that it had come out in the
conversation with the nun....the nun reminded him of several
"men of the cloth' who prayed and went to services, but did
not feel the need for forgiveness. Brendyn closed his eyes and
swallowed hard. Gods he felt warm...'I never meant for it to
get so far out of hand....but all I could hear was Antonius
telling me that the enemy had not right to live and it made
them easier to kill...' He felt a sudden urge to sit up, and
tried to look a tad stronger. No soldier should look weak in
front of his suporior...

Titrus
 
"You're damned right you are. I already told you that,"
"Oh, for God's sake," "Gather your balls, boy!"


It sounded a lot like Antonius when Titrus spoke. Well,
Brendyn was not dying, and his feet still worked. Damn it all!
He was a soldier, and trained to be the best of the best, so
why was he whimping about in the infirmary becasue of a damned
infection? He was greatful that Titrus had left to check on
the guarded room, because he just wanted to think on what had
transpired, and how he could right the wrong he had done. The
soldier closed his eyes, but then heard a sweet voice announce
itself, and he thanked God for the answered prayer....

Evana
 
"I am a healer." "What is the matter?"


Brendyn opened his deep blue eyes to look into those of the
concerned face before him. He indicated his arm that hung over
the side of the bench, and whispered, 'My arm...I think it is
infected...' He looked at her as though pleading for her help.
'Think the sword I got into a tangle with yesterday...might
have been rusted...' He struggled to sit up. 'Am suppose to
work out a punishment....so...I need to get this taken care of
as soon as you can...' Hours later, another man appeared on
the road....he stopped his donkey and took mercy and
compassion on the injured man. The traveler tended to the
injured man's wounds with oils and bound his wounds in cloth,
loaded him on the back of his donkey, and took him to the
nearest inn where the man could be tended to....
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 4:26 pm
Malcus Barbattus


Malcus pursed his lips, proud of himself for taking the focus
off of Lancelot and redirecting everyone's attention to
something else just as dramatic and troublesome as the optio.
Mentioning the woad prisoner seemed to ruffle everyone's
feathers even further, including his own. She was a
inconvenient truth to everyone and nobody appeared to want to
deal with her at all. Let's just kill the bitch and be done
with her! Barbattus thought.

He was still watching Arthur closely, ready to lend assistance
if needed.

Arthur
 
“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,”


Malcus, despite his disbelief of Arthur's decision, nodded his
head in agreement with the commander's order.

"Oy, sir," he said, looking at Arthur, speaking with his eyes.
Why, Artorius?, "it will be done."

Before Barbattus could say anything more, Arthur looked toward
the doorway at the young woman who had waited in the hallway
with the captain. Stepping around Scipio, Arthur greeted her
then addressed the men in the room.

Arthur
 
“Gentlemen, forgive me for a moment…but I must have a
private word with the lady,”


Malcus knew Arthur needed a moment with the widow but now?
They were right in the middle of a very important discussion.
There were just too many people around and Barbattus wanted a
minute alone with Arthur to find out what was really going on.
Why on earth had Arthur summoned him only to turn around and
tell him wait outside in the first place? Malcus was slightly
annoyed with being treated like a stable boy, but his face
portrayed nothing he felt inside.

Arthur
 
“Gentlemen, if you would be so kind as to wait outside
for a moment,”


"Yes, Arthur, of course," Malcus said, following Amadeus,
who'd already turned to slither out of the door. The captain
purposefully put himself between Scipio and Lancelot. "Come,
Lancelot, let's go. Now. Let's go." Barbattus could almost
feel the heat of fury eminating from the First Knight.

"Drake old man, let's wait outside." Barbattus said to the big
man. Malcus let Drake go in front of him so that Amadeus was
in front, Drake, followed by Malcus and then Lancelot. When
they had all filed out in front of him, Barbattus stepped
aside and let Lancelot go before him. Once everyone was out,
Malcus glanced at Arthur and said,

"When you're ready commander, we will be here to resume our
discussion." Then he pulled the door closed behind him.

Amadeus was leaning with his back against the wall, his arms
folded. Malcus glanced at him, locking eyes with him but not
saying a word. Then he, too, leaned against the wall between
Lancelot and Drake leaving Amadeus alone on his side of the
hallway.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 5:45 pm
Vanora


The children had arrived at the tavern for their breakfast,
and seeing them seemed to brighten an already dismal morning.
First Adian fleeing at the news of Thorn, then Tatiana fleeing
in tears due to Mirtha's tactfulness. Just hearing #'s 3, 4,
5, 6, 7, and 8 all call for their breakfast was almost like a
ray of sunshine...except that # 4 was pulling Gilly's hair.
Vanora moved toward them but was still within earshot of
Mirtha. The man just did not seem himself...preoccupied
perhaps, or just hungover? Her answer came when he replied her
jest...

Mirtha
 
"I'm not in a fucking mood..."


'Who is?' Vanora mumbled under her breath as she set #3 on the
bench between #5 and 6. She excused herself and went to get
the children their porridge which a wench helped carry out of
the kitchen. Making sure they all had what they needed, she
went back to Mirtha. She had known him for a while, but only
when he came into the tavern for a drink, or two...or three.
'Something bothering you, Mirtha?' She set the half mug of
heather ale in front of his breakfast.

Mirtha
 
"What?" "Thanks... and sorry"


Well, at least she had gotten him to smile a bit. A shrill
scream came from the other table, and saw #6 sitting on the
ground on her butt while #4 was laughing. Vanora wiped the
counter in front of her, "No problem, Mirtha...now
eat..please.'' Looking back over at the table with the
fighting kids, she looked back at the grumpy man. "Sorry, I
have a fight to break up..." She left the counter and headed
over to where there was a nice food fight between the little
bastards, and she was saying admonishments here and there
trying to get them to stop. Vanora took a slight glance back
at Mirtha and wondered what it was that was occupying his
thoughts...
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 6:40 pm
Lancelot


Lancelot met Arthur's eyes as the commander stepped around the
knot of too hyped up men and took Linnette by the hand,
guiding her into the nest of riled up vipers, as it were.

Well, he and Scipio might qualify for that.

Arthur
 
“Gentlemen, forgive me for a moment…but I must have a
private word with the lady. Forgive me, lady…I apologize
for making you wait...Gentlemen, if you would be so kind
as to wait outside for a moment."


Lancelot was being summarily dismissed along with the others.
The first knight understood why Arthur wanted to speak with
Gedeon's widow alone, but that didn't make him feel any
better.

Malcus
 
"Come, Lancelot, let's go. Now. Let's go."


"Yes, mother," Lancelot groused under his breath, but followed
the herd of puffed up soldiers outside. Barbattus shut the
door as they exited, Lancelot catching one last look at
Arthur. The other man was still holding his side, but he was
remarkably composed for one as injured as Arthur was. If the
Roman had pulled his fresh stitches already because he'd been
forced to stop Lancelot from attacking the bastard Optio....

Said Optio was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over
his chest, and Lancelot watched him with a hooded gaze as he
stood - relaxed, casual on the outside, still seething on the
inside - next to Drake and Barbattus.

Refusing to slump - despite his exhaustion - Lancelot stood
ramrod straight as he regarded Scipio. It seemed his original
assessment had been correct; this man was not to be trusted.
And judging from the looks he'd been throwing Lancelot's way -
behind Arthur's back - he had an agenda of some sort. Lancelot
didn't know what it was exactly, but he was determined to find
out.

"What really happened, Scipio?" he asked the other man, his
voice calm. His eyes, however, belied his tone and the dark
irises reflected the torches that lit the hallway. The flame
sparkled in the Sarmatian's brown orbs; the red and orange
flickering dangerously in the gem-like depths. His long lashes
hid most of his emotion, but his mouth pinched into a thin
line, despite his determination to not kill this man outright.

"Why did the Woads attack? How did they know Arthur would be
gone?" Lancelot wasn't certain that Merlin had known of their
assignment to the east, but he figured his comment might piss
the Optio off just a tad. Merlin respected Arthur's ability to
manage war; he might not share it with his blue warriors, but
it wasn't too far fetched to think the Magician might wait
until the Roman was gone from Badon before launching an
attack.

Lancelot rested his hand on the butt of his dagger, sorry that
his double blades were still in Arthur's quarters with
Excalibur.
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Author: linnet
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 7:40 pm

Gawain


Gawain kept his eyes on her while he described one incident in
the chaotic events of the battle for Segedunum. He watched for
signs that she was becoming bored or distracted. And he
watched her because she was lovely. But it was the spark of
interest and attention that he saw in her expression which he
found most appealing. She held her gaze steadily on him as
well. It didn’t make him uncomfortable. Rather he felt
relaxed, more as if he was talking to an old friend instead of
someone he had never spoken to before. When he asked her if
she knew of a nice warm place, her reaction set off reminders
of what she was – a prostitute out looking for customers.

Catherine
 
"I know of a few places.. but the nearest place that is
both warm, welcoming and most definitely not Rome would
be ..."


Her suggestive speech and beckoning manner were clear. Gawain
let out his breath in a half laugh, raised his eyebrows and
shook his head to let her know he understood her meaning, but
it wasn’t the meaning he had intended. He felt almost sad and
almost foolish, but mainly disappointed. He’d thought there
was a connection forming between them, when in fact she was so
good at whoring that she had read him like a book, and was
trying to get his business by being just what he needed. Of
course she wasn’t here for his miserable company, but for his
money. He still watched her, wanting to hold on to that
glimpse of brightness behind her perfect shell, but his body
slumped back in his chair. He idly turned his tea mug around
on the table separating them.

Catherine
 
"Oh forgive me, that was inexcusable. Do you not long
for home? Is it not there that you will go when you
leave this island?"


She looked and sounded so sincere. But Gawain didn’t answer
right away. He studied her carefully. The curiosity that
brought her face to life had reappeared. He decided that if
snaring him into sex for pay was her only interest, she’d have
given up and left by now. “We knights talk endlessly about
going home,” he finally said. “I’d always thought that
returning to Sarmatia was the most important thing in the
world. But it’s not. What matters most is freedom. I don’t
know any more where I’ll go if I survive five more years. But
damn it, I’ll be free to go wherever I want. No one will own
me any longer, and no one will be able to stop me. That's
something worth living for." He was leaning forward again, his
hands on the table, his eyes full of the emotion behind his
words. He stopped and sighed, smiling slightly. “I’m sorry. I
don’t even know your name, and I’m subjecting you to battle
stories and emotional tirades. So tell me your name, and tell
me about something you’re interested in. I really can just
shut up and listen, believe it or not. Do you want anything
else to eat or drink?” He looked at her hopefully. He wanted
her to stay a little longer.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 8:39 pm
Ione


What a morning it had been, and Ione was beginning to feel a
bit tired. since parting with Javier at her homestead and
coming back to the fort...the attack on the fort...the time
she spent with Mirtha...she had had little sleep. Her shop was
important to her, and things had to be fixed and refolded and
re wound again. The last two servants who had offered to fix
her work table and bench had gone now, and Ione saw them off
and closed the door behind her. She stood with her back to it
and looked about, before moving toward the small room off the
shop area. Thoughts of her conversation with Arthur drifted
into her mind ....she had said "Arthur, I always repay
kindness with kindness, and you have shown me more kindness
than I sometimes deserve. You allowed me to stay here at the
fort after I awoke from a coma, and then you saved me from
dying in the dungeons. Anyone else would have left me to
die...sometimes servants are forgotten like that, and it is an
honour when a Roman or any other person shows us respect."

She recalled the warmth of the moment: a simple conversation
between two friends...and his response had made her feel
better about herself than she had ever felt... “Ione, you are
not a ‘servant’..." Recalling that the Commander had gone to
war, Ione now wondered if he was alright...if all of the
knights were okay. She could not imagine losing any of them in
her life....

She slightly closed the door to the room and undid the belt of
her dress so that she could move the bodice part of her dress
down to her waist. Ione needed to relax then perhaps lie down
for about an hour before going to eat...if anything sounded
good that is. Walking over to the far side of the room, the
weaver placed some fragrant herbs in the water and left them
steep sending a relaxing aroma about the room. Her favorite
mix was heather, thyme, lavender, and a bit of rose. Ione
dipped the soft cloth into the water and began to wash the
sweat from her skin. The water was both refreshing and it
cooled her skin from the work on the shop...
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Author: Ranchera
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 10:12 pm
Connell


Mona
 
"I couldn't agree with you more, Guinevere! For Neeria's
sake, for Eala's sake, for Ash's sake! We must be
unified! Connell, please forgive me if I have in any way
treated you unkindly. It's just that I'm so worried
about my dear friend, Neeria, I'm just not myself. I am
sorry. 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."


Connell listened, unable to make sense of this girl. Perhaps
she really and truly cared, although how she could switch her
emotions on and off so quickly was baffling. He wasn't
tremendously experienced with women and so he looked to
Guinevere, who seemed less prone to dramatics.

Guinevere
 
"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."


Connell nodded. "How long do you think we'll have to wait?
Once we get there? How will we remain unseen?"
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Thu May 08, 2008 8:06 am

Arthur


The Commander waited with what appeared to be patience as his
three officers filed out of his quarters. His head felt light
again most likely on account of not having yet to break his
fast this morning….and still being in dire need of rest and
recovery. Arthur briefly met Malcus’ concerned gaze and
returned what he hoped was a flicker of reassurance in his
deceptively placid green eyes. And then the door clicked shut
and Arthur was for the most part alone….the tension in his
shoulders dissipating as he turned kind eyes to his fragile
guest. He attempted a gentle smile and with Linnette’s tiny
hand still in his; Arthur led Gedeon’s wife a few steps
towards the end of the long table near the fireplace.

“Thank you for coming this morning,” Arthur said while turning
to casually prop himself on the edge of the sturdy table;
albeit uncharacteristically stiff in his movements. The
Commander’s shoulders slightly slumped as he sat. And the
position afforded Arthur the opportunity to meet Linnette’s
gaze more evenly and he actually appreciated having a moment
where he did not need to work quite so hard at appearing
‘commanding’. The hot-headed confrontations moments ago had
taken their toll on Arthur’s already weakened condition. He
released a breath that might easily be construed as a sigh of
relief for the momentary absence of the other men.

“Dagonet informs me that he is to be a grandfather again,”
Arthur began with what he considered to be a more pleasant
subject. He finally slid his right hand from where it had been
pressed firmly over his stitches – God help Lancelot if any
are broken – and took up both of Linnette’s hands in his.

“May I offer my congratulations on your pregnancy,” Arthur
continued with a genuine smile of affection and in an attempt
to find some level of comfort with Linnette before speaking of
the true purpose for calling her here. And naturally guilt was
beginning to rear its ugly head within Arthur’s conscious. He
was to blame for making yet another innocent woman a widow and
soon a fatherless child to be born into this world.
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Author: Darya
Date: Thu May 08, 2008 9:56 am
Darya


Tristan
 
"He probably already knows...but go ahead."


The dark Sarmatian nodded briefly. Yes, she would tell Arthur
when the time was right. She would tell him about Merlin and
Guinevere…and a lot more. Gods, there were certainly several
things she needed to tell him. But that had to wait until her
lover had dealt with everything else… And wait she could…

Tristan
 
"Are you all right?"


Now that was a loaded question…and as much as Darya felt like
telling her old and trusted friend her little secret, she just
could not. She had made Isolde swear to not tell anyone…simply
because Arthur deserved and just had to be the first one to
know. Sighing, the female Sarmatian turned around to face
Tristan again. “Except for a minor scratch and a hurt pride
for having been called a Roman whore…I guess I am…”, she
replied and a corner of her mouth twitched slightly as she did
so, “…and since al…most of you have finally returned to this
place, I would like to think that things are improving.” Then
she paused and stepped a bit closer towards Tristan. “But with
the broken truce…that might stay a wish for a while longer…”,
the dark-haired added with a roll of her eyes.

“So…how many Saxons did you manage to show how a sword is
wielded properly?”, Darya then asked and dared a wry grin. She
knew that Tristan kept count on his killings…and she also knew
that he was a formidable fighter. But they had never faced the
Saxons before…so she was curious about just how he had dealt
with the new enemy…
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Thu May 08, 2008 11:39 am

Bors


Bors frowned as he heard voices in the gloom of the barn, and
squinted ahead to see Tristan talking to some wench... Oh, no,
not just some wench - Darya. The grizzled warrior raised one
eyebrow to himself and stepped forward out of the shadow of
the door, coughing loudly as he limped towards the pair.

Darya
 
“So…how many Saxons did you manage to show how a sword
is wielded properly?”


- he heard as he approached, and grinned. That was one hell of
a sure way to get Tristan talking, asking about blood and
guts. In that the two men were similar, although Bors was far
more brash about his conquests and killings.

"Oh sorry," he said, not sorry at all. "Not interuptin'
anyfin' am I?"

He heaved his injured bulk up onto a cross beam and smiled
first at Darya then at his fellow knight, settling in for the
long haul. Anything to keep from having to see Vanora and
having her moaning at him to get his leg seen to.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Thu May 08, 2008 2:50 pm
Ash


Ash had never been one known to be exceptionally patient. He
had done considerably well thus far, all things considered.
His side painfully ached, his stomach rumbled in hunger, dark
circles invaded the spaces under his eyes, and to top it off,
he was beginning to take on the appearance of a drenched rat.
Even crouched under an awning, he was not perfectly sheltered
from the rain, although the dark clouds looming overhead did
provide him with some cover.

Dark eyes lifted and narrowed toward the infirmary, where he
had seen Eala be taken. What heinous act had been committed
upon her to call for a healer's presence? And since when did
the Romans care enough to house a prisoner of war, unless they
had beneficial reason to keep one alive?

Enough - he was tired of waiting.

Ash swiftly scampered over to the infirmary. He ducked under a
broken window, back plastered against the wall, and craned his
neck enough to just peer inside. A quick scan (of what he
could see) revealed no trace of Eala, nor Neeria for that
matter. Of course they would not be in the main ward, though -
he hadn't expected them to be. He stealthily shadowed every
inch of the outside of the infirmary. He had paused at the
back and hunkered down, flicking a tickling raindrop off the
tip of his nose with his thumb as he warily surveyed his
surroundings, trying to pick up any sign someone had seen him.

Voices from inside the infirmary, half muted from the rain,
reached the Woad's ear, and he turned to the small window
behind him. There was a sour-puss by the door, Neeria was on
the bed, and little Eala was defensively stalking about. Ash's
lip curled back into a snarl, his entire body stiffly poised
to spring into action, to whip around the infirmary and fight
his way through it to reach his comrades should the soldier
touch even a single hair on either one of their heads. Filthy
Roman bastard.
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golden_trillium

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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu May 08, 2008 5:30 pm
Linnesse


Derfel
 
"We'll get you inside soon, luv."


Linnesse had no answer for that other than a small nod, and a
turn of her head and shoulders that burrowed her closer into
Derfel's chest for the remainder of the walk to the room. Her
hood, which she had twitched up over her head, shielded her
face relatively well from the rain, but the rest of her was
feeling the chill of the wet and cold, particularly her feet,
which hung out unprotected by anything else, shoes
notwithstanding. She sighed with relief as Lucius- she
presumed it was Lucius, though her eyes were closed at the
time- pushed open the door to the room she shared with Derfel,
which was still holding the warmth from its fire well, even
though it had burned down a bit while they were out.

Derfel crossed the small room in a couple of steps and bent to
lay her carefully on the bed; Linnesse felt the shift of
balance and let her body slide out of his arms and puddle on
the bed, sinking tiredly into the mattress once again, just as
she had last night. This time, though, she was actually more
awake than she had been then, and she wrapped a hand around
the back of Derfel's neck as she sank down, pulling him with
her; she didn't want to lose the warmth, the contact.

"You're such a sweet man," she whispered, her eyes blinking
open lazily and her other hand coming up to cup his cheek. He
was so handsome and loving- not to mention damp, and the tip
of his nose looked rather red with the chill outside. She
lifted her head to kiss it- but undershot the mark a little
with her tiredness and landed on his lips instead. Which was
no bad thing- she dropped one hand to the mattress to prop
herself up and deepened the kiss, her other had still wound
into his hair. Rather incongruously, considering she was so
tired, she felt passion growing in her, too, a need to taste
him, and smell him, and feel as much of him as she could. A
need to welcome him properly-which, in her opinion, she had
not done as yet.








Linnette

She returned Amadeus's sympathetic look as he passed with a
tiny ghost of a smile, then raised her eyebrow just slightly
at Lancelot's low, but unmistakeable impudent comment as he,
too, left the room. She said nothing about it, of course- it
wasn't her business, and it wouldn't be polite to draw
Arthur's attention to the fact that she had witnessed this
small display of near-insubordination by the First Knight. In
any case, the other four men- including Drake, whom the
dark-haired officer had inexplicably referred to as "old man"-
had by now left the room, shutting the door behind them, and
it was just her and the Commander, and the crackling of the
fire now audible now that the numerous voices were no longer
there to drown it out. It seemed, in fact, almost unnaturally
quiet in the room.

Arthur
 
“Thank you for coming this morning.”


He led her over to the table and propped himself against it,
which put him down a little further, closer to eye level with
Linnette, and as he had not indicated for her to take a seat,
she stood there, crossing her arms before her in what was
perhaps a protective gesture. Surely he meant to bring up
Gedeon soon- and she was trying to be prepared for it, trying
to be strong and stand up straight even though she felt like
breaking down into ignominious tears. But tears should be
saved for a little later- not here.

Arthur
 
“Dagonet informs me that he is to be a grandfather. May
I offer my congratulations on your pregnancy?”


Linnette nodded sadly, allowing Arthur to take her hands, but
only for a moment before pulling them back again. She
appreciated the gesture, and indeed returned the Commander's
smile with her own, smaller and sadder one, but it was much as
it had been when Derfel tried to offer her familial comfort-
it wasn't right. It wasn't family, and it wasn't the same. And
having a child who now would have no father seemed hardly
something to be congratulated on.

"Of course, Commander, and I thank you- but I'm sure you
understand that it no longer seems such a good thing now." She
kept her voice composed around the words with an effort,
forcefully swallowing the lump in her throat, willing it not
to come up and cause weeping and sobbing. She sighed, then
looked back up into Arthur's eyes and attempted a brave smile
again.

"I suppose none of us know God's will," she added, a bit
sheepishly, though her voice broke on the end of that
statement. Why would it be God's will that a good man like
Gedeon, so recently married, so recently united with his own
father, and so soon to become a father, should die? It didn't
make any sense at all, her empty platitudes aside! Linnette
looked away from Arthur quickly, her jaw tightening as she
fought down a sudden surge of anger at the world almost strong
enough to make her cry in itself. There was no way this could
be anyone's will!!
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Thu May 08, 2008 5:42 pm
Mona


Mona dabbed at her tears with the heel of her palm, not
breaking eye contact with Connell until Guinevere spoke up.

Guinevere
 
warriors don't shed tears of contrition. 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


"Yes, princess," Mona said, sniffling. That will be the last
time you talk down your nose to me. "You are right."

Mona took another bite of bread and drank more of the soup.
She was trying to plan a way to get rid of Guinevere before
they got to the wall but it didn't seem possible. Connell
would surely run back to Merlin or maybe even try take Mona to
the wall and hand her to the Romans. Connell moved comfortably
between both sides of the wall so the Romans would listen to
him. Damn. Then she would have to kill him also. And what
about Ash? Oh, there would be too much to have to cover up
with Merlin. She had to get rid of Neeria and Guinevere but
she also had to make Merlin believe that she had nothing to do
with it. Oh!! Maybe I can make it look like Ash killed them!
Mona thought to herself with glee. That would solve her
problem! She would find a way to make it look like Ash did it!
Afterall, it was no secret that he and Guinevere did not like
each other. Mona outwardly smiled as she bit off another piece
of bread. Her plan was coming together. Connell, who was still
staring at her peculiarly, spoke up.

Connell
 
"How long do you think we'll have to wait? Once we get
there? How will we remain unseen?"


Once again, Mona rolled her eyes at him and drank more of her
soup, please with herself and her new plan.
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