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June 2008
Topic Started: Mar 23 2010, 07:18 PM (3,702 Views)
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Author: linnet
Date: Thu Jun 12, 2008 8:30 pm
Mother Lavinia


Cassidy
 
"Oh, him I told him to go away and he did. ….He stayed
around for Fleur, I guess - she seemed to like him. Then
again, Fleur's just a baby. What would she know?"


Lavinia stood at her usual straight posture, hands folded
comfortably at her waist. She had no idea who the girl was
referring to as ‘him’. And she suspected that the defiant
youngster would not be readily open with information about
‘him’, since he had apparently left the sisters alone. The
heartless cad! Then again, if the girl had told him to go
away, Lavinia had to consider the possibility that the man had
been less than kind to the children. Such a sorry situation!
What if he did come back for them before Lavinia’s plan could
be carried out? The officious nun would want to observe him
and question his trustworthiness before allowing him to take
the girls.

The longer she watched the slender child, so full of bravado,
the stronger the nun’s sense of Christian duty grew. She
couldn’t take the children under her wing and give them
comfort and protection. Even the image of that in Lavinia’s
mind was ludicrous. She couldn’t befriend them. But she could
take the matter in hand and make arrangements. It would all be
for the good of the girls, and it couldn’t hurt her own
immortal soul to pick up a little credit for an act of
kindness.

“Until something better is available, you and Fleur should
stay here. I’m sure you can take care of your sister, but you
have food and shelter in this infirmary as long as you need
it,” the old woman said more matter-of- factly than kindly.
The child seemed set on ignoring her, and that was fine.
Lavinia had work to do, and was about to leave without waiting
for a response when her attention was flagged.

Lancelot
 
"Hello?"


Lavinia rolled her eyes and walked briskly toward the voice.
No one ever called ‘Hello?” in the infirmary, as though it was
an empty building. There was always a bustle of healers and
visitors, and patients wandering around. The nun’s eyes
displayed a tiny smile when she spotted the source of the
clueless call for assistance. Another knight – the jittery
black leather one. Surprisingly, he did seem to have walked in
when no one else was nearby. What triggered the smile was the
familiar look of revulsion on the knight’s face. Lavinia had
observed over the years that they all were like that, each and
every knight. It was as if the infirmary was the most vile
location on earth, to be avoided at all costs. They would walk
in and almost turn green as if the sights and smells of the
place sickened them.

The spry nun placed herself in front of the knight. All signs
of her smile were gone. “This parade of wet Sarmatians is
getting tiresome,” she said. “State your business.” She knew
darn well that he had come, like the others, to see Dagonet.
But she hadn’t yet made up her mind whether it would be a good
idea to let him do so.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Fri Jun 13, 2008 12:40 am
Nadeem


The inspection went flawlessly, as Nadeem had already
anticipated. He had traveled a long and winding road during
the course of his life, and while the world was ever-changing,
things like the routine protocol of a fort was something
constant, something that would never change no matter where
he'd go, and on some profoundly odd level, Nadeem took comfort
in such an incontestable constant.

In silence he speculated as the soldiers finished up - noting
the tangible wave of relief that seemed to string from one to
another. Supplies must've been dangerously low at Badon. What
he and his men had delivered was not much, but hopefully
enough to see the patrons through the winter. The arrival of
fresh goods would be a revival of sorts for the fort, but
Nadeem sought no credit, no glory, for he was no savior nor
do-gooder. He had done what he had been paid to do - it was as
simple as that.

Nadeem tugged away the black cloth serving as a scarf of sorts
from his face and peered down at the red-headed soldier that
approached the side of Jafar.

"The barracks were damaged during the last Woad attack - most
of the soldiers have had to move into spare rooms, so I'm
afraid there might not be many left to bunk you and your men,"
the soldier that called himself Rufus explained.

Nadeem was always prepared for such an occasion. He could be a
very persuasive man when he wanted to be, and sometimes
without even uttering more than a word or two. Bribery worked
wonders.

"Abaas," Nadeem called over his shoulder, his dark eyes never
leaving sight of the soldier's face. Abaas strolled over from
his mount and nodded in understanding toward the leader.

"Captain Barbattus would have words with you when he returns," Rufus informed, his voice a tad anxious as he eyed Nadeem's messenger dubiously.

"A word he shall have. Tell your master to find me later. I
will be at the tavern," Nadeem answered.

Abaas apathetically took the slightly bewildered-looking Rufus
by the elbow, leading him to the side to talk business. Nadeem
cast a glance toward the others - Rajah, Asi, Oded - who
waited in perfect patience for further instruction nearby. He
signaled for Asi to come forth as he dis-mounted Jafar,
handing the steed's reigns over to the shorter man who
accepted them willingly. Nadeem trusted his men with his life,
but when it came to the well-being of his horse, there was no
other besides himself he trusted more than Asi. The man had an
undeniable gift with animals.

"For the time being - eat and relax, my friends," Nadeem told
them. "And celebrate the grace of Allah, for He has not
forsaken us this day."

Not all of Nadeem's men were intimately religious, but
nonetheless it did not keep them from believing.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri Jun 13, 2008 7:57 am
Merlin


Ceinwyn
 
“Neeria and Eala will not survive this, you know? Their
minds will be corrupted, as was mine…you know I know
this. Better than anyone else, for I have suffered at
their words and spite. And for Britain and myself, I
shall see vengeance done…”


"I am glad to hear it," Merlin replied sincerely, dropping his
eyes from her momentarily as he stepped over a fallen log that
stood between them and the path. Now they were right up
alongside the marching column, but Merlin did not join them
yet. He turned again to Ceinwnyn, regarding her with some
concern. There was still that air of defeat about her, a
dullness to her eyes, one that could be contagious if it
spread. She mustn't start disseminating melancholy among the
group at large.

With the goal of preventing that, Merlin smiled at her and
gave her shoulder and encouraging squeeze. The smile, perhaps,
did not quite reach his eyes- he was too thoughtful now for
that- but it was a reasonable approximation, perhaps enough to
put a little heart into her.

"We all will see vengeance someday, child- the Romans are not
destined to stay in this land. As for Neeria and Eala, pray to
the Gods for them, and we will see what comes about." A shadow
momentarily crossed his mind at that- there was still the
possibility that Neeria really was a traitor. But it was
unlikely, and in any case, he trusted his rescue party to do
what was necessary if she was.

"Now let's go on and get to the village- we're not far." The
Woad leader took a step towards the marching line, beckoning
Ceinwyn to fall in with him.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Fri Jun 13, 2008 12:03 pm

Arthur


Arthur seemed to startle Eyla when he had spoken her name and
halted her questing fingers beneath his tunic. Startle her as
if he’d caught her stealing sweets from the baker’s kitchen or
fresh fruit from the farmer in the marketplace when his back
was turned. Eyla’s expression appeared to be one of complete
pleasure as she leaned in even closer to the weary Commander.
Arthur was weak and vulnerable in his current state, however
not receptive to her womanly wiles. But despite how poorly
Arthur felt, he was still perceptive….green eyes easily picked
up on Eyla’s attempt at seduction (game or otherwise)…the soft
upward curve of her full mouth, the dazzling want in her dark
eyes and the inviting way her long hair fell about her
shoulders and bosom. Old habits surely die hard for a woman
who had been forced into such a life as the Commander so
innocently thought to have saved Eyla from recently. However,
Arthur was not one of her ‘customers’ former or present. Nor
was he willing to participate in any of their typical wordplay
at the moment.

Eyla
 
“Artorius,”


She half whispered his name as if she were a lover and not
simply the Commander’s chamber maid. And then Arthur felt
Eyla’s fingertip trace random shapes over the bare flesh of
his abdomen. On impulse the muscles beneath his skin flexed
underneath her touch. But it was not Eyla’s ‘touch’ that
Arthur wanted for. And she was toying with him. The Roman had
not allowed Lancelot to objectify him and thus he would surely
not allow anyone else to do it. Yet Arthur did not readily
remove Eyla’s hand from his belly. Why? Had Eyla ever touched
Lancelot in this manner? Was this what Lancelot had wanted? Or
Darya for that matter?

Too much thinking.

Eyla
 
“You have a temperature, and such a predicament can only
be solved by airing your skin…and you cannot air your
skin…whilst fully dressed, can you? I am merely thinking
of your wellbeing…because I care…”


“I see,” Arthur answered without bothering to conceal his
skepticism at her explanation. “How thoughtful of you, my
dear,” He added dryly while cutting his eyes up at Eyla. She
was still bent intimately close to Arthur’s face and a loop of
her hair rested alluringly on his chest. But her seductive
tactics were of little effect on Arthur; especially in his
current condition. He slightly grimaced and slid his free hand
to cover over the line of stitches in his side which had
annoyingly begun to throb again. Lucius Artorius Castus
loathed being wounded, weak and vulnerable.

Eyla
 
“Come now, what other intentions could I possibly have?
Other than to ravish you while you sleep…?”


Arthur snorted a short laugh at that and shook his head. She
was surely taking this ‘game’ too far as the Commander could
not imagine why Eyla would even consider touching him, let
alone tease him so. Arthur was not the sort of man women
typically paid attention to. He had none of Lancelot’s charms
with the opposite sex and the fact that Eyla was forcing him
to think about intimate relationships at all made Arthur’s
head throb again. And if only she knew what a hypocrite he’d
been…and how deep his sins of the flesh had run in recent
times. God, help me. God, forgive me.

“Come now, Eyla, surely you have no shortage of palatable
suitors,” Arthur quipped and finally pushed her hand away from
his stomach.

“If you truly ‘care’ for me, then you will help me best by
handing me that mug of water there,” Arthur gestured towards
the cup and pitcher sitting on the table at his bedside. His
throat was dry and his stomach rumbled again with its hunger.
But Arthur would wait for Neeve’s promised soup as far as
nourishment. Arthur groaned as he attempted to push himself up
into a sitting position while he awaited Eyla to do his
bidding. Bed rest was not a favorite activity of the Roman’s
either. Arthur lifted a hand to scrub over his darkly stubbled
face and for a moment tightly shut his eyes. His whole body
seemed to suddenly ache.
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Author: Darya
Date: Fri Jun 13, 2008 1:15 pm
Neeve


What time was it? Blue eyes snapped open and the woman blinked
at the window. Well, it just had to be rather late in the day
already… Neeve groaned loathly and brushed a hand over her
face. She had intended to just take a brief nap…but
apparently, she had been so exhausted that she had actually
slept…for a while.

Puffing out a breath, the healer sat up and raked both hands
through her raven-hair. She should check on the
infirmary…especially on Dagonet. But as much as she loved the
knights as friends…it was Arthur, their Commander, who was her
major concern. She had promised him to bring some food…,right?
By the Gods, she was certainly late for that now…

Damn.

Neeve stood from her bed, moved over to the wash basin and
splashed some water into her face to refresh her senses.
Changing clothes? Hm…could as well wait some more hours…just
like the bath she desperately wanted – and needed – to take.
The Briton grabbed her old bag and stuffed some fresh
bandages, herbs and salves into it…somehow she had the feeling
she might need some of them. She just knew Arthur Castus too
well… Then the healer left her room…and a bit later the
building that held the knights quarters…heading for the
tavern…

…which she reached rather soon. From the corner of her eyes,
the healer noticed Darya and a rather strange looking man
walking away from the building, but she did not pay any more
attention to them. Once she had entered the tavern, the
raven-haired woman scanned the room. There were a few familiar
faces…and fortunately also that of Vanora. Willing a smile to
her lips, Neeve approached the counter and sought Vanora’s
gaze…hoping Bors' woman would notice her as well…
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Fri Jun 13, 2008 3:44 pm
Galahad


Was it that he put too much emphasis on being in a
relationship based on fidelity? Perhaps that was a fatal flaw
in this age of loose morals, easy deaths and careless words.
Galahad wasn't able to analyse such things right now, however.
His mind was somewhat addled by the increasing volume of
alcohol in his blood. It was a pleasant feeling, the numbing
of the pain. It was pleasant and most welcome. The young
Knight took a sip of his ale, looking down into the rather
misty colored yellow liquid, tilting the tankard this way and
that, looking at his shimmering reflection as Gawain spoke.

Gawain
 
“Hell, Galahad, I don’t know about Alina. You have to
decide if she’s worth it to you, I believe there are
plenty of women worth whatever it takes to win their
hearts. And fucking is great, but it’s that heart thing
that really counts. The feelings you get just being with
someone who’s special to you. That probably sounds
crazy.”


The curly haired knight snorted at Gawain's comment about
fucking being great. He gave an abashed nod of his head,
sighing as he sat back, shoulders slumped and bottom lip
pouting outwards gently. He still looked down with sad blue
eyes at his drink however, feeling sorry for himself and also
feeling a twinge of guilt for turning Gawain's confession
about Brianna into a sob session for himself. Oh Galahad was
human enough to realise that he had done that!

"Crazy.." he murmured, uncomfortable to be talking about
things related to the heart with Gawain. Or anyone for that
matter. Weren't Knights meant to be grr adn tough all the
time? Talking about heart and saying that love mattered more
than sex just ... well, it is not a conversation one wuold
have with Lancelot that is for certain. And Galahad, despite
his claims, did look up to the dark knight quite a bit. Him
and Gawain.

Gawain
 
“No, I’m not going to look for her, Truth is, the whole
time we were away, I can count on two fingers how often
I thought about her. Brianna’s right. I wasn’t ready for
that commitment. How often did you think about Alina
when we were on the mission?”


The young Sarmatian didn't bother reacting in body or mind to
Gawain ordering food. He wasn't hungry. He didn't want food.
He wanted more of what was taking away the pain and
embarrassment. The blonde knight spoke again and Galahad
glanced up at him pathetically from beneath a curl that hung
down the centre of his forehead, his intense blue eyes and
dark beard looking more contrasted against his pale skin.

It was a surprise to hear Gawain admit he wasn't going to go
after Brianna. Galahad gave a slight flinch and took another
gulp of ale as the blonde continued about how often, or little
rather, that he thought about Brianna whilst on the mission.
The question took him off-guard. he hadn't been keeping count.

"I ... I don't know. A couple of times? I was worried about
her being on her own after Accolan... ya know..?" Galahad said
in a slightly whiney voice before sitting forward and plopping
his elbows onto the table, holding his cheeks in his hands and
staring down at the table top. "Guess I didn't have to worry
that much did I? She found someone bloody quickly enough. And
do you know who it is?" he slurred indignantly in a
high-pitched voice, the volume rising and his eyebrows
twitching together in the middle of his furrowed brow.
"It's that that that that ... " his hand waved and he knocked
over his tankard, catching it before anything spilled. He was
looking at Gawain but wasn't really 'seeing' him as such,
"It's that rough n' ready oul fella! Kolya or whatever his
name is. You know the grizzly guy that was in here a few
times? " Galahad asked, shoulders sinking.

"What's he got that I don't huh? Besides his fucking freedom.
Fuck Rome." he murmured, downing the rest of his ale and
signalling, yet again, for two more tankards just as the two
bowls of stew arrived.









Mari

Mari didn't want to be hurt again like she was at the hands of
Mordred. A little part of her mind knew that being with a man
did not have to hurt the way it had with that particular male,
a part of her mind knew that Milan's touch would burn her but
for all the right reasons - but an even bigger part of her
mind did not want to consider the fact that it was entirely
possible that two men could hurt her the way Mordred had done.
That it was not just that one male who was capable of such
things.

The first, feather light touch of his hand on her shoulder
made Mari shiver. She trembled beneath the heavier touch and
she held her breath. There was no harm in Milan's touch, Mari
sensed no intent to hurt at all. Had she thought the same
about Mordred when he had taken her elbow and led her into the
darkness? Had there been malice in his touch?

The young woman kept her breathing slow, shallow, waiting,
pensive as Milan came closer. The warmth of his body seemed to
swell around her, touching her though his physical body stayed
a distance away.

His face came down to shoulder height. Mari shut her dark eyes
and turned her head towards his face, nudging her nose against
his temple softly.

Milan
 
"C...can...I...kkkeep...you?"


The softest laugh bubbled from her lips. Mari parted her lips,
letting out the pent breath and gently nodded her head. Her
eyes opened and she looked at Milan so close to her, peering
into the blue of his eyes, lifting one hand up to touch his
hand upon her shoudler. She wasn't sure what exactly Milan
meant by that but she knew that, if anyone in this world was
to 'keep' her, she wanted it to be Milan.

Mari turned, tucking her hands in under Milan's arms and
laying her head against his chest a moment, listening to his
heart.

"I don't think you need to ask, Milan. Sometime between one
week ago and now I became yours. And I don't have any desire
to change that." she told him, resting her chin in the centre
of his chest, looking up at him. Sniffling back the sadness
that had been lurking a moment before, Mari felt her heart
flutter, coming back to a normal beat now that she was no
longer afraid and she smiled up at Milan. His pale face was so
close. His hard body so reassuring crushed against hers. Mari
stood on tippy toes and kissed his lips gently. She withdrew
and smiled at him - then kissed him again, deeper this time,
her fingers tightening around the towel at her chest, holding
it tight as she tried to get closer to Milan.









Saoirse

Dagonet
 
"It's alright... I was worrying, little one"


His large hand slid about her waist. Saoirse felt reassured by
his touch but a surge of guilt almost weakened her knees to
liquid when he spoke. Her blue eyes looked down into his
grey-green ones and she nodded her head, giving him a soft
smile of apology until he looked away. Her face dropped and
her stomach flipped, remaining in a painful flipped position
as the guilt bullied it's way through her system, leaving
bruises in it's wake, all along her insides.

He hadn't meant it to make her feel guilty, oh she knew that!
But knowing that he, he who had so much more on his mind than
her whereabouts, had been caused more worry because she had
been too bloody weak to be there for him ... !

Derfel
 
“M’lady Saoirse, anything you be needin’? I am on my way
to the tavern with Lucius here, So if there is
anything…I’d be glad to fetch it for ya,”


Saoirse bit the insides of her cheeks as she looked towards
Derfel. He looked at her with concerned eyes and she shook her
head at his offer, her lips parting. She wnted to speak but
there was emotions caught up in her throat and she ended up
just whispering a thank you to him before dipping her head
embarrassed.

she cleared her throat, frowning as she looked down at
Dagonet's hand on her hip. What she wouldn't give to be in the
privacy of their own room right now! Just so she could let
herself be more like herself, so she could just ... just ...

"No, no need nothin' Derfel, thanks though. G'wan on an' get
yerselves somethin' t'eat before it gets old." she told the
two men in a voice that was a little husky with emotions but
she plastered a smile to her face and lifted her pale visage
to meet the eyes of the two men. A little blonde girl appeared
on the scene which made Saoirse's stomach churn. The sight of
such a small child reminded her all too well fo what she had
taken away from Dagonet.









Drake

Drake didn't make it his habit to verbally abuse his
superiors. He respected authority and he respected money too,
people with money and status. Not because he reverred money,
oh far from it, he respected people with money because they
got that money for some reason or other - be that family ties
or shrewd of mind, and that was not the kind of thing a mere
soldier like Drake would want to tackle.

What he could not abide, however, was stupidity. He couldn't
abide by those in charge not thinking things through. And
quite frankly, Drake didn't like anyone screwing Linnette
over. The Optio had surely realised that he was kicking her
out into an uncertain abode and he had done nothing to prepare
her for it. The man was a failure.

Linnette
 
"Bunk in with? I don't think I know anyone I... Well,
damn it, sorry"


It took a moment for Drake to realise why Linnette apologised.
He had felt his heart give a heavy, dull, black thud at the
look of utter bewilderment at how she was to find someone to
bunk in with. It was on the tip of his tongue to offer to be
that person but immediately the Spaniard bit his tongue,
turned his head down to frown at his stew which he was
stirring with his spoon. He scooped up a mouthful and
swallowed it before replying to the woman.

"Nothing to be damn sorry about." he told her gruffly, cocking
his head to the side to peer at her before shrugging his large
shoulders adn heaving out a breath. "Look - don't worry too
much about it right now. I'm not going to let them kick you
out of anywhere until something has been arranged." Drake
informed the auburn haired woman in a tone that he hoped was
impartial and lacking in any real emotion other than
sincerity.

And with that the soldier lifted his bowl and tipped the
remaining contents of it into his mouth, chewing the one bit
of meat hthat he had gotten in it, his expression pensive but
strong.

"Ok?" he asked in a gentler tone of voice, tilting his head to
the side again to look at her.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Jun 13, 2008 4:16 pm
Adian


"Thank you, my friend," Adian said to the smithy. He watched
Llawen curl up by the fire and fall asleep obviously
contented. Adian was feeling less than contented as he
realized that he had not had a really good bath since he could
not recall when...he couldn't see how Tatiana could stand the
smell of him. Women liked clean men, so a bath was definitly
in order....

Turning to Tatiana who was seated nearby on a bench, Adian
approached her. "Well, I think I'll be needing a bath now.
It'd be refreshing and I need one anyway...." His gray eyes
sparkled black in the dim light of the smithy's shop as he
looked down at her. Taking off his cloak, he placed it around
her shoulders so she could stay warm. Yes, she already had a
cloak on, but an extra would keep her warmer. "What'dya say,
Tatiana? Come with me to the baths?"
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Fri Jun 13, 2008 5:44 pm
Lancelot


Lancelot's eyebrows rose and he twisted his mouth at the sight
of the Christian nun - one of Arthur's imports, no doubt.
Otherwise, why would she be here, at Badon? There weren't many
of Arthur's faith here - especially women. Well, check that;
there were some, but they were Christian only in word. The
fucking legions were a prime example of that hypocritical
behavior.

Mother Lavinia
 
“This parade of wet Sarmatians is getting tiresome.
State your business.”


Lancelot smiled. This one had spunk! He liked that in his
annoying Christian women. "My sweet lady," he pursed his lips
and turned on the charm - despite looking like a drowned rat
and feeling like so much ass, he ever enjoyed a game of verbal
sparring. Perhaps it would help get Arthur out of his damn
mind.

"My lady, I am not just a wet Sarmatian. I am the wet
Sarmatian. I am Lancelot, and I must see to my brother in
arms, Dagonet. I would be sore remiss in shirking my
responsibilities in that regard, would I not?" He smiled,
although it did not reach his eyes - they remained black and
dangerous. He shook his jacket and squeezed his hair again
with one hand. It seemed to be mostly just damp. Fucking
Britain. Fucking weather. Fucking Arthur and his fucking
feelings and fucking Lancelot and his own confusion.

His smile faded somewhat, and throwing the spare leathers over
his shoulder, he held out the hand that wasn't holding his
blades in their sheath palm up. "Peace, sister. I come from
Commander Castus, and I must see to my friend, no matter whom
else has come to him." He craned his neck to see past the nun,
and thought he recognized Derfel and the redhead - Saoirse,
that was her name. Fucking Derfel. Lovely.

"Let me pass, woman."
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Fri Jun 13, 2008 7:31 pm
Tatiana


As Llawen curled up with his tail covering his nose and fell
asleep, slightly purring in contentment of his warm
surroundings, she watched the grey cat sleep in comfort as
opposed to before when the poor thing was soaked due to the
rain. Yes, entering the smithy was definetly a good idea I
had.

Feeling another cloak being placed on top of the one that she
already wore, Tatiana looked up to see Adian standing next to
her bench without his cloak on, his heather grey eyes almost a
coal black in color sparkling from either the fire in the
smithy or mischief, she wasn't sure but really didn't care at
that moment.

Adian
 
"Well, I think I'll be needing a bath now. It'd be
refreshing and I need one anyway...." "What'dya say,
Tatiana? Come with me to the baths?"


Tilting her head to the side, she looked up at him through her
lowered lashes, shyly hiding her emerald green eyes when she
heard his invitation. "Sure, sounds like a plan to me, Adian.
Yes, definetly a good idea, maybe I'll do your back, if you'd
like?" She replied nodding, a smile appearing on her face in
agreement with his suggestion as she stood up from the bench
and tieing the laces of his cloak around her throat to keep it
secure. While she was with Adian, her heart and thoughts
brought Brendyn and their time together to mind, causing her
emerald eyes to take on a thoughtful faraway look as she did
so.

I wonder what Bren's doing now? I hope that he's okay wherever
he's at. I can't wait to see him again, soon, I hope. Maybe
Adian and I should just be and remain friends and not take it
any further than that as I've already got someone that I care
about and Adian's still getting over the loss of his Thorn.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:55 pm
Linnette and Linnesse


Drake
 
"Nothing to be damn sorry about."


Through her embarrassment, Linnette recognized the studied,
but casual use of the same word she had just used. Her eyes
widened in surprise, but her hand came down, away from her
face, and she looked over at Drake out of the corners of her
eyes. Their eyes met like that, sideways, for a second, and
she giggled helplessly. The situation wasn't really funny, but
it struck her that way somehow- and it put her at ease. He
didn't care. He wasn't even surprised. Linnette had surprised
herself- but apparently not surprised him. She forced her face
out of that silly, embarrassed laugh and composed it, but in a
somewhat better frame of mind, as Drake continued.

Drake
 
"Look- don't worry too much about it right now. I'm not
going to let them kick you out of anywhere until
something has been arranged. Ok?"


"Ok." Linnette agreed with him, nodding, as their gazes locked
again. Something in his look- the very kindness of it, maybe-
made Linnette feel choked up again, once more on the verge of
tears, but she didn't look away- she had no wish to. She
nodded again and made a soft affirmative sound, a lump forming
in her throat. She believed what he said- completely. She
trusted him implicitly. She wouldn't be turned out with no
place to stay- he wouldn't let it happen. That was certain.
Harder to explain was why the knowledge of that, the gentle,
trustworthy strength that radiated from him, made her want to
cry. Perhaps it just reminded her of things past and gone.

She took a breath, one that caught in her throat as a tear
threatened to spill over her eyelashes, and lifted her hand
from her lap. It was the bandaged one, but it was the one
closer to the side where Drake was sitting. It slid across the
countertop towards his hand, moving instinctively towards
contact and comfort, while all the while she never took her
sad eyes off him- but it never got there. A voice reached her
ears instead.

"Linnette!"

Linnette pulled her hand back and twisted on the stool at the
sound of the familiar voice. It was Linnesse, coming across
the tavern towards them, wrapped in a cloak and looking
windblown and still rather pale, but otherwise, all right.
Better, in fact, than she had looked this morning. Linnette's
mouth began to turn up into a smile of greeting, but by then
Linnesse was close enough to see the tears sparkling in her
eyes, and to know that she must have come at a sad moment.

"Oh, Linnette," Linnesse murmurred, and stepping forward,
embraced her sister without another word. Linnette, her chin
resting on her sister's shoulder, sobbed once, but already the
tension across her chest and throat was starting to drain away
with the warmth of contact and affection. Linnette blinked her
eyes open again- she must have closed them for a moment- and
smiled at Drake over Linnesse's shoulder. It was a brave,
tender smile, with sadness still lingering around the corners
of her mouth- but mostly it was appreciative and encouraging,
or intended to be. She was glad to have him here- glad from
the bottom of her heart.
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Author: linnet
Date: Fri Jun 13, 2008 9:20 pm

Gawain


Galahad
 
"I ... I don't know. A couple of times? I was worried
about her being on her own after Accolan... ya know?
Guess I didn't have to worry that much did I? She found
someone bloody quickly enough. And do you know who it
is? It's that that that that ... It's that rough n'
ready oul fella! Kolya or whatever his name is. You know
the grizzly guy that was in here a few times?”


It was pathetic to watch. Not only was Galahad wallowing in
self pity, but he was becoming rip-roaring drunk on only two
rounds of ale. He’d be teased mercilessly by the other knights
if they saw such a rookie-like inability to hold his alcohol.
Gawain lurched forward to grab the upended tankard, but
Galahad’s reflexes were still quick enough, barely, to stop it
from spilling first.

The blonde knight frowned when his friend identified his
rival. The impression he’d gotten of Kolya from a few
observations was of a miserable aimless man, bitter and used
up. Gawain now had second thoughts about his advice for
Galahad to confront the man and forcibly give him notice to
stay away from Alina. Not that Galahad couldn’t take care of
himself. But a showdown between one hardened Sarmatian
survivor with nothing to lose, and one hot-headed Sarmatian
knight with everything to prove, could turn out very badly.

Galahad
 
“What's he got that I don't huh? Besides his fucking
freedom. Fuck Rome."


Gawain shook his head in mild frustration. Rome didn’t have
anything to do with Galahad’s current problem. But for the
youngest of them, everything wrong always came down to being
Rome’s fault. There was no use arguing the point now. In fact,
there was no use trying to make Galahad feel better, or to
give him any more advice, which he wouldn’t remember anyway,
and which would probably only be the wrong advice. So Gawain
just settled back to let Galahad vent. The food was served,
two steaming bowls of stew with bread. As Gawain was handing
his coins to the serving girl, Galahad ordered another round
of ale. Gawain raised his eyebrows and almost told the girl
not to bring the drinks. But his own second one was almost
gone, and another to wash down the food would be good. Damned
if he’d pay for this round though.

“Eat,” he commanded Galahad, as the older knight dug readily
into his own bowl of food. He hadn’t realized just how hungry
he was for something warm and substantial. “Listen,” Gawain
said, looking up from his bowl, taking a short breather
between mouthfuls. He tried to make contact with his friend’s
glazed, unfocused eyes. “Whatever you decide to do about
Alina, make sure you’re sober when you do it.” That was it.
End of advice – maybe.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Jun 13, 2008 9:40 pm
Vanora


She had been so busy, first with the whole deal with Adian,
Tatiana and Mirtha, then poor Linnette, and now she was back
to pouring Ales at the counter. She really didn't mind as it
gave her time to think....

Think of how fortunate she was that the children and Bors were
always safe from harm...except for an occasional battle wound
he'd come home with. Well, to her there had been a lot of
customers in the tavern, and some she had never seen
before...like the fellow walking out of the tavern with Darya.
Never seen the man before, and was her normal routine, Vanora
would welcome any of visitor to the fort. Now, the lunch rush
was dying out and it was almost mid afternoon there abouts.
Turning to pour 4 mugs of ale, Vanora turned again to hand the
filled mugs to the waiting wench when she saw Neeve. Hadn't
seen Neeve in a while, and Vanora had wondered if the woman
had been alright.

Brown eyes watched as the blue eyed woman approached the
counter, and Vanora greeted her with a tired but warm smile,
"Neeve, what can I get you today? Haven't seen you in a
while...."
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Fri Jun 13, 2008 11:58 pm
Mordred


He looked on apathetically, arching a fine brow only as he
observed the absurd scene before him. The Woad flailed around
in an ungainly manner atop Tristan's horse. The scout seemed
to lack the capability of controlling the wench, and he and
the commander bantered back and forth like an old married
couple trying to figure out how to handle the situation. Had
the Woad been Mordred's responsibility, he'd have hog-tied,
gagged, and slapped her over his saddle in an unflattering
manner. No savage such as she should've ever been granted the
luxury of riding civilly in the saddle - even if she was their
guide.

He snorted appreciatively at the Optio's order to tie up the
bitch should she cause anymore trouble, twisting Lucifer's
reigns about his gloved fist and imperiously pivoting his
steed, directing him toward the courtyards. Once they were
clear of the main gate, Mordred harshly drove Lucifer onward,
easily falling into pace with Amadeus. The rain had tampered
off, but the wind continued to whip viciously. The hood of his
cloak flew back, his dark hair disheveling into a soppy mess,
as the scenery flashed by him. The knight understood the look
Amadeus had given him, and he could not suppress a smug grin,
his dark eyes eager. Yes, this was their time.

Neeria & Malcus
 
“We are heading toward the sun. When we get to ridge of the black rocks, we must turn so that the sun is on this side, We will ride a short distance further until the trees divide and go this way, A short ride more into the trees and there will be the camp.”

What the hell is she babbling about? Where is the heifer leading us?”


Mordred jerked his head suggestively behind him where the
others rode, giving the Optio a meaningful look before hanging
back, falling into stride along Tristan's beast - Malcus on
the other side of the scout. The transition had appeared
natural, not conspicuously suspicious. Mordred had good reason
to pretend to play both sides of the fence. If Arthur's men
found him completely untrustworthy, then how would he ever
hope to get closer to his brother? If the Optio perished on
this mission because certain loyalists to Arthur had decided
to cause him an 'accident,' then how would Mordred aspire to
use the man for his influence and power? These were risks the
dark knight was not willing to take lightly.

Mordred gave an auspicious grin toward his Tristan, his
'brother-in-arms,' but his reply was directed toward Malcus'
inquiry.

"Toward impending doom, my friend. Is that not always the case
when these sub-human creatures are involved? They speak in
riddles, as you've heard," Mordred shouted over the speed and
wind. He chuckled darkly, briefly watching the inferior wretch
in Tristan's saddle from the corner of his eye. He added
nonchalantly: "Perhaps she simply needs to be persuaded into
telling the truth, hm?"









Alina

It was an odd thing to admit, especially during such dark
times, but Alina had lived a far too sheltered life. In the
past, she had always had someone to turn to, someone to tell
her the answers to life's mysteries. She had relied on Tobias
for his strength, Quinlan for his wisdom, and Accolan for his
emotional support. Without them she was so lost, a piece of
thread flailing in the wind. Growing up, nobody told her that
fairy tales never lasted. Nobody told her that everybody dies,
even fathers and brothers and cousins. She wanted to blame
them, to hate them for never letting her taste brutal reality,
for keeping her suffocatingly protected from the harsh truths
and lies in life. If she had known how to stand on her own two
feet from the very beginning, then perhaps she would now know
what to do. She'd be in control. Wouldn't she?

Hopeless. Useless. The attempt at spite only fueled regret.
Her cheeks burned in shame. Her family had loved her, that was
all. None of this was their fault, only hers. She had to deal
with it. Just her.

Alina sucked in a deep breath as she pushed open the door to
the tavern, releasing it slowly, as she entered and her brown
gaze scanned the place. Galahad was at a table with another
man - she could only see his backside, but she was sure it was
Gawain. There was a certain element of sudden hesitancy behind
her eyes, and she habitually chewed at the inside of her
cheek. A lump formed in her throat; for a few moments she just
watched her lover - one of her lovers? - from afar. Finally,
after rousing up some courage, Alina weaved through the
tavern. She came to stand beside Gawain and Galahad's table,
managing a tiny acknowledging smile toward the older knight,
but inevitably her attention was drawn toward Galahad. She was
too distracted to yet notice the poorly state he was in.

"Hi there," she said, managing another small smile.









Milan

Mari
 
"I don't think you need to ask, Milan. Sometime between
one week ago and now I became yours. And I don't have
any desire to change that."


His destiny had been prophesied long ago, and fear and wild
superstitions had solidified his obedience to the cause. To
challenge the cause meant to challenge the brotherhood - his
people - and in retrospect, the demon God himself. Milan had
never meant to forsake the teachings like an old book - for
they were all he had ever known - but Milan simply was no
killer. Somewhere along the way of knowing Mari, Milan had
made a decision. He would not go through with his mission. He
would not harm an innocent human being. He'd rather die first
- and regrettably, he truly believed death to be the only
other option for his betrayal.

Something changed, and he was rushed back to attention. Mari
turned to face him, and as he peered down into her pretty
face. She was his? He scrambled to recall what he had just
said to her, the slight confusion evident in his blue eyes. He
watched her curiously as she pressed her chin into his chest
and peered up at him. Somewhere deep down inside, Milan
understood what this meant, where they stood, and
involuntarily he shivered in enticement. There was something
about the way she looked at him with her vibrant brown eyes
that made his heart lump up into his throat. His air supply
had sudden been denied, but in a good way.

He rested his forehead against hers a moment. His eyes
unconsciously dropped to the sweet curve of her lips, but she
beat him to the punch, gently pressing her mouth to his. The
kiss ended abruptly and she withdrew, smiling. A crooked smile
began to creep onto his face, when suddenly she crushed
herself against him again, pleasantly smothering it with her
deep kiss. This kiss was different than other ones - Milan
found himself lost in the momentum. His arms snaked around her
waist, plastering her to him and lifting her off the floor. He
only began to come aware of the sudden insatiable wantonness
between them when he was forced to withdraw to catch his
breath. His blue eyes were wide and searching, even a tad
apprehensive - as if he knew he had possibly crossed a line.
Slowly Milan placed Mari back onto the flats of her feet, his
hands dropping to steady her at her waist.

After a moment, Milan took a step backward and chuckled
unabashedly, his arms falling to his sides. He dipped his head
shyly as he felt a sudden burn in his cheeks. He subtly
watched Mari from underneath dark eyelashes, though, strangely
eager to gauge her reaction.
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Author: Darya
Date: Sat Jun 14, 2008 2:21 am
Neeve


While waiting for Vanora to notice her, Neeve heard the door
to the tavern being opened again. She glanced over her
shoulder and saw Linnesse entering…and a moment later, Alina…
And while Alina approached Galahad and Gawain – if strangely
hesitant it seemed – Linnesse headed for…her sister and the
nameless soldier, who wasn’t that nameless anymore. Drake it
was, as she knew by now…

Then Vanora’s familiar voice reached her ears and Neeve’s head
whipped around as the redhead stood before her…

Vanora
 
"Neeve, what can I get you today? Haven't seen you in a
while...."


What can I get you today…? Now that was tempting. The healer
couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten properly. But
should she do so right now? She was late for checking on
Arthur already… But then…maybe something small…just until the
soup was ready. The soup she had promised the Commander.

Sighing, the Briton propped her forearms onto the counter and
leaned slightly on them. “Well, what have you got?”, she then
asked with a wry smile and glanced questioningly at Vanora,
“…considering that I’m a bit late for an appointment…” Neeve
shook her head slightly and breathed a laugh. “The Woad
attacks have the infirmary pretty busy, you know…”, she added
and shrugged her shoulders. The raven-haired paused. “But
maybe I can grant myself a morsel or two…while waiting for
something else to get ready. You see, I’m basically here to
fetch a good soup and some bread for someone else…”, she then
stated and tilted her head a little, “so what can you
recommend?”
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sat Jun 14, 2008 9:09 am
Vanora


The red head had addressed Neeve who had been watching others
enter the tavern, and Vanora followed the young woman's gaze.
She was glad to see Linnesse enter as well as Alina and
others, but for now her attention was on the healer who she
had not seen in quite a spell. As Neeve leaned on her folded
arms that she had propped on the counter, Vanora smiled and
waited for her to reply...

Neeve
 
“Well, what have you got?” “…considering that I’m a bit
late for an appointment…” “The Woad attacks have the
infirmary pretty busy, you know…” “But maybe I can grant
myself a morsel or two…while waiting for something else
to get ready. You see, I’m basically here to fetch a
good soup and some bread for someone else…” “so what can
you recommend?”


Vanora looked at Neeve thoughtfully while mentally going
through the foods she had to offer. Food was not very
plentiful right now, but she had enough to feed everyone
comfortably. Soups and stews stretched quite a bit and bread
as well. Adian had not been hunting in quite a while, and
Vanora wondered when the young man would ever get back into
hunting....it helped out immensely. "Well, cook made some stew
and some fresh grain bread...got some cheese as well. Food got
a bit tight after the first woad attack destroyed some of the
storage bins of grain..." Vanora paused. She wondered if
Adian's kindness should still remaina secret, but then the
young man had been so helpful that his kindness had to be
told. "Adian, young carpenter that works here, well cook
caught him sneaking in some fresh kill into the kitchen as
though he did not want others to know what he had done....he
told me that he felt he had to because of the shortage so that
Women and children could eat."

She wiped her hands in her apron when she heard of the
infirmary, and it brought back memories of Thorn's
death...something she, Mirtha and Ione had witnessed. "Too bad
about the infirmary, dear...hope things will get back together
soon. Adian's wife to be, Thorn, died trying to save a very
young boy from dying at a woad's hand during that attack...
aww poop, I just seem to be babbling on when you have patients
to see to. I think all we have is a good hearty soup and some
grain bread and some cheese...." Vanora felt bad about talking
so much, but she hoped that Neeve would know where they had
taken Thorn so she could tell Adian where his beloved's body
had been taken to....
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