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July 2008
Topic Started: Apr 3 2010, 09:33 PM (2,364 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Darya
Date: Sat Jul 05, 2008 3:20 am
Darya


Eyla
 
“Or perhaps merely staying at home, and not leaving
himself open for such unfortunate traumas…?”


“That’s not possible…”, was the quiet and dry reply, yet Darya
could not help but smile wryly at the harlot’s words, clearly
remembering that she actually had wanted Arthur to stay at
Badon…to not ride out into the battle against the Saxons. By
the Gods, she had even asked him to stay and send his Optio
instead. It had been a foolish thing to ask, the Sarmatian
knew that of course…the warrior-part of her knew it. But that
question had been asked by Darya, the loving woman…not by the
warrior. She was pretty sure that Arthur had known that… And
yet both had been and still were very aware of the fact that
duty came before all else. Sad as this was. It was part of
Rome’s book. Thus Eyla’s words were nothing more but wishful
thinking…wishful thinking so naively voiced by a woman who –
and of that Darya was certain – had never been on a
battlefield or killed someone in a fight. The Sarmatian was
not sure if she should envy the other woman for that…or pity
her.

But Eyla’s words also made Darya glance down at Arthur once
more…studying his handsome features closely for a moment and
she felt the almost overwhelming urge to brush some dark curls
out of the Roman’s face… The urge, to just lay down next to
him and to hold him…to feel him close…to warm him and to be
warmed in return. To kiss him and to remain by his side until
he had rested enough…to assure him things would be alright…
The picture her thoughts and feelings formed in the female
Sarmatian’s mind let a faint yet warm smile spread on her lips
for a moment and her delicate fingers flexed slightly on
Arthur’s thigh…

Eyla
 
“Yes, but sound asleep is quite boring, and he was in
dire need of…entertainment… Why are you not resting,
beauty? After our last sweet encounter…you displayed a
trouble for finding sleep? How does that fare?”


…and with that, the sweet image in her head popped like a bleb
and the woman’s dark gaze snapped up to meet Eyla’s again. No,
she did not really regret her first and so far only encounter
with the other woman…yet the Sarmatian preferred some things
in her life to remain unspoken. Like some of the things that
had happened at Alavana…like the circumstances under which
Jarek had died before her eyes and how much this had affected
her and Tristan way back then at home, like who she really
was…like how strangely and shockingly easy it had been to give
in to a woman’s touch… However, Darya pulled herself together
and decided to ignore Eyla’s allusion to what had transpired
between the two of them a while ago…yet knowing that – if
Arthur was still sort of awake – she would probably have to
deal with it later anyway. Not very helpful considering what
else she had to tell her lover. Gods, why had life to be so
dam complicated?

“How could I sleep with the Woads still so close and probably
preparing yet another attack?”, the dark-haired replied and
tilted her head a little, biting her tongue to not mention
that there actually were some Woads inside the Fortress of
that for she doubted that Arthur would want everyone to know
about that. And then she realized how awkwardly close this
situation was to a déjà-vu…for she had been troubled,
exhausted and restless before and during her last encounter
with Eyla as well…just like she was now. Even though it had
been for different reasons back then.

“Those who have just returned from battle need to rest…”,
Darya then added almost pensively and briefly looked at
Commander again. And if you had not sent the healer and me
away this morning, I would have watched over you all day…, she
thought and sighed silently before focusing on Eyla once more.
“The men who have fought so bravely need to rest…”, she
continued, deliberately not mentioning that she had been
involved in the fights herself…something the light sting at
her left arm kept reminding her of. As did the quite
satisfying knowledge that she had 'marked' Merlin himself…by
wounding him at least slightly. “Do you ever rest, Eyla?”
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:08 am
Mona


Mona clutched her arm as the hot sticky blood oozed between
her fingers. Her face was a bloody mess as well. She looked up
at Guinevere and glared at her, completely out of her mind.

"You're not worthy to call yourself 'princess'" she said.
"I've hated you and that other bitch for years."

Mona tried to strike out at Guinevere with her well arm but it
was futile. She lacked the strength to barely lift her arm.
The fallen woad slid across the forest floor toward Guinevere,
using the very little strength she had left to try and fight.
She looked pathetic. She couldn't even stand, let alone fight.
Reality was in the background of her delusion and for a quick
moment, she felt sorrow for she had done. But before she could
fully grasp the feeling, it was gone and blind hatred came
back to her.

Mona pushed herself to her knees, then slowly, grimacing and
groaning, stood up. She curled her lips back, baring her teeth
at Guinevere and took a step forward, her hands balled into
bloody fists. But her body failed her and she fell again, into
a heap, onto the muddy ground.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sat Jul 05, 2008 2:14 pm

Tatiana


Adian
 
"Not a problem, Tatiana. Thorn was some what of a
stickler for being neat, which I am not..."


"Well, if you can't be comfortable at home, where else can you
be?" Tatiana asked him in a curious tone of voice, not feeling
ready or comfortable enough to bring up Thorn's name in her
conversations with him just yet since she didn't know her well
enough to do so, and she also took Adian's feelings about
Thorn into consideration as well.

Physically feeling his eyes on her while she glanced around
his quarters then hearing the door close behind her, and
feeling him remove her cloak and place it on the wooden pegs
hanging there.

Watching Adian as he got everything all set out for a meal in
front of the fire, she was intregued as she watched him move a
set of stones off of a hidden door where he pulled out some
wine and fruit then after replacing the stones once the door
had been closed again, she was very impressed at his ingenuity
for keeping foodstuffs cold.

Adian
 
" Nope, all you have to do is make yourself at home by
the fire, and help yourself,"


"That, I can definetly do, Adian, easily." Tatiana replied
with a grin as she comfortably curled her legs up underneath
her like a fawn, she sat in her indicated spot, removed her
ankle-high boots and after accepting her glass of wine from
him, began to daintily eat at the food that sat inbetween
them.

"This is quite nice, Adian." She commented to the carpenter,
warmly as she enjoyed everything including his company during
their meal. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you, love?"
Tati teased, a playful tone entering her voice causing her
eyes to sparkle in the firelight.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sat Jul 05, 2008 5:53 pm
Neeria


Neeria didn't flinch when Merlin directed his gaze toward her.

Merlin
 
“Did you think you would get some reward out of this,
live in luxury on Roman gold, perhaps? It seems you
overestimated their generosity.”


"I am misunderstood, Merlin," she began. Defiantly, she took a
step closer to the woad leader.

"I left our camp seeking the head of Arthur Castus. When I got
to the road, I spotted that one," she said, pointing a finger
at Tristan. She locked eyes with the scout momentarily, then
turned back to Merlin.

"He alerted Arthur and his caravan, including the knights,
that we were on the road. We lost our advantage and the
element of surprise," she continued, almost sorrowful at that
moment.

"The knights were able to mobilize and prepare for an attack.
We fought hard, Mona was by my side. Many fell and others were
wounded. I saw an opportunity to get to Castus and I took it.
I mounted his horse and put a knife to his throat. But I
failed," she said, never taking her eyes from Merlin's.

"I was wounded also," she raised the tunic and showed Merlin
the bandages underneath, " which made it easier for Arthur who
was stronger and he gained control. My followers were being
slaughtered and Castus was about to kill me. I saw Mona's face
and decided to act to save them. I begged Castus to call off
the assault, to save my people," she paused for the briefest
of moments, then continued, "if I promised to lead him to you.
He agreed to do so and I ordered my followers to return to
you."

Neeria shifted her weight as she continued her story.

"Arthur took me back to the wall and threw me in the dungeons.
I saw Eala there. He brought me a blanket," she said, pointing
at Tristan again "and that one, " she said, pointing at
Malcus, "ordered another one to take us to the healer, give us
food and clothes," she said, pulling on the sleeve her tunic.

"I don't know why Arthur did not come," she said, looking
around at the other Romans. "And this camps is how we found
it. These men were bound when we arrived,"

"I knew you would not stay here at the camp, Merlin. I knew
you would be gone. I have never betrayed you. I led them here
- away from the village, to sacrifice myself. I swear it to
the gods."

Neeria stepped back. Her shoulders slumped and she breathed
heavily. She knew her fate rested with Merlin. In some ways,
she was dead already.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Jul 06, 2008 8:00 am
Merlin


Neeria
 
"I don't know why Arthur did not come. And this camp is how we found it. These men were bound when we arrived. I knew you would not stay here at the camp, Merlin. I knew you would be gone. I have never betrayed you. I led them here- away from the village, to sacrifice myself. I swear it to the gods."


"I see." Merlin nodded knowingly at Neeria's words, studying
her face, alert and searching for any sign of deception. He
did not find it, and he was truthfully not sure whether that
surprised him or not. It was true that days ago, he would
never have thought Neeria a traitor- but also true that since
Mona's declaration that she was, that impression of her had
stuck in the hearts and minds of his people, and Merlin was
not immune to such things. The general impression among the
Woads was that Neeria had sold them out- and it was hard to
shake, even though her story seemed reasonable. With a soft
"hmmph" of reflection, the Woad leader turned back to Scipio,
tilting his head slightly to the side as he addressed a
somewhat easier topic.

"Is it true what she says? That my men were bound when you
arrived? What of the one who is dead?" Merlin gestured towards
the decapitated body on the ground to the side of the hut,
then to the living prisoners visible through its doorway.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sun Jul 06, 2008 12:16 pm

Brendyn


How damned frustrating was this? Looking for the tiny woad was
like looking for a needle in a haystack. Brendyn was beginning
to feel grimy, smellier than before, hungry and the wound was
a bit achy as well, but the prisoner had to be found. So far,
he had gotten nasty looks from the vendors as he searched
their homes and kiosks. His thoughts went to thinking perhaps
she was hungry, and might have headed toward the food
stands...but that she was injured should have made it easier
to find her as injuries had a way of slowing people down.

"Ach! Ye smell like horse dung! Now out of my shop!" The
shopkeeper yelled. "I don't want my food soiled!"

Brendyn looked incredulously at the old man, "But sir, I am
looking for an escaped prisoner! You must let me search!"

The old man folded his arms over his chest, "On who's
authority do you have to taint my food! Now go!"

Casting one more glance at the disgruntled gent, Brendyn knew
the man was right. He moved off without another word and
headed to the last two places he new of the search: The top of
the wall that had a great vantage point, and the servant's
gates....
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun Jul 06, 2008 2:39 pm
Eala


Eala quite liked horses. She did not trust horse prints in the
woods like this though. It meant Romans when it was like this.
Woads would not leave such a noticeable track because they
were hunted. Why would they make it easy to be found? And so
the little blonde hunkered down by the prints, frowning off
one side to the other. Ash came to sit by her and she looked
over at him, watching as he peered down at the tracks and then
did the same as she, looked side to side. Eala's head tilted,
watching his eyes all the time. He placed a hand to the earth
- Eala did too. He placed a finger against his chin in
thought... Eala did too, she was even frowning in almost
identical fashion as Ash.

Suddenly his lips moved. Eala did not catch what he said but
he spat off to the side and stood up, squaring his broad
shoulders. The ten-year old looked down at the prints, missing
something... she looked back up at Ash who was now looking
down at her.

Ash
 
"It seems you might get a taste of revenge today after
all."


His eyes were dark and sinister which made the hackles on the
back of her neck rise. Eala's top lip pulled back a little
without knowing why and she stared at his lips, trying to
understand what he was saying.

She understood 'revenge' and 'today' but couldn't figure out
how that was so. When he made a gesture for her to follow, the
blonde did so without hesitation. She fell into an easy lope
behind Ash, dashing through the trees, the damp earth
squealching beneath her bare feet which were hard, resilient
to the elements after ten years of walking the forest floor in
such a fashion.

Eala found it relatively easy to keep up with Ash. Normally
she would have felt pride and superiority in doing so, but now
she was a little wiser to teh world. She glanced at the back
of his head, her lips parted, hair whipped back against her
pale cheeks, her black eyes piercing. She knew he was injured
and that was what slowed him to a speed she could easily keep
up with. Any other time and he would have left her in his
dust. The little blonde felt an uncomfortable churning in her
stomach --- worry.

The two followed the tracks silently. Voices could be haerd by
ears that could listen - but Eala was not aware that they were
coming upon people until they left the clearing and there
stood a good number of Woads... a few Romans, one on a horse,
and Merlin. The little blonde pushed her way through the
gathering of woads until she came to the clearing between
Merlin and Scopio.

Eala's black eyes brightened as she panted from the run, a
dewy sweat on her pale skin despite the cold. She couldn't
help the lopsided, proud smile that curled her lips as she
looked up at Ash and back over at her leader. Black eyes
glittered as she looked towards her people, Neeria, Merlin,
alighting on Juna with a hiccup of relief. Eala waggled her
finger at Juna, reaching back to clasp Ash's hand, wanting him
to get his stomach wound looked at. When she looked back,
however, she saw the man on horseback a bit closer and
recognised him as the one who had put her on the horse and
hurt her shoulder.

Eala snarled, turning like a scalded cat, ready to pounce...













Amadeus

Foul creatures.

Sub human.

They were almost as bad as the Sarmatians. Except Amadeus was
beginning to see the value of this particular Sarmatian he had
with him. Tristan was quiet. He did his duty with efficient,
unemotional strikes. Admirable - but he was still a dog. Just
a good dog, an obediant dog.

The Woads, however, showed no such signs of coming to heel.
They stood defiant and dirty, impure... an insult to the might
of Rome, to the sanctity of the church!

Merlin
 
"I am."


And he the worst!

Merlin
 
I do find it curious, Amadeus Scipio- that even after
the traitor Neeria has helped you, you discard her
without a second thought. Did you think you would get
some reward out of this, live in luxury on Roman gold,
perhaps? It seems you overestimated their generosity.”


Amadeus' eyes twitched into slits at Merlin - his attention
momentarily distracted by the noise coming from a short
distance away. He glanced over at Neeria as she was addressed.
He did not feel the need to tell Merlin that whether Neeria
helped them or not, she was still a woad, she was still the
enemy. Nothing would change such a thing in his eyes. Maybe in
Arthur's, but Amadeus Scipio was not as weak as Castus.. not
as merciful. These woads would come to know that when he took
over Badon Hill -- oh Merlin would rue the day he thought
Scipio anything less than a God!

The little bitch was addressed - Amadeus was marginally
interested in hearing how she would plead her case, and indeed
she did not disappoint, easily changing her story to suit the
situation at hand. Now she had been about sacrificing herself.
The Optio thought it the most ludicrous, see-through excuse he
had ever heard. A part of him hoped that Merlin would see
through it also and end Neeria's pitiful existance here and
now so that he might witness such a kindness to Britain.

Merlin
 
"I see. Is it true what she says? That my men were bound
when you arrived? What of the one who is dead?"


Those unfathomable eyes were turned back on him. Amadeus
glanced over at the newest intrusion, a little blonde girl and
a male, before looking back at Merlin. He took his time,
sighing deeply as he considered how he would declare this.

"The only truth that I know is that she swore to lead us to
you, Merlin, in exchange for her life. As for these - " he
gestured flippantly to the hut, "That one was dead when we
arrived. The other..." Amadeus knew that this would not sound
good, but there was nothing for it. This was nto a time of
peace, this was war. And Merlin had made it so by attacking
Badon Hill last night. "Well, casualties during war are to be
expected." the Optio intoned coldly, looking back into the
eerily attentive eyes of Merlin.

Tensing his jaw, the Optio stepped forward and pulled back his
shoulders. He sniffed, his narrow nose remaining twitched to
the side arrogantly as he glanced sideways, one eyebrow
raiesd, non-chalant.

"Now - we will speak about your attack on our fortress last
night. An unprovoked attack made whilst under treaty...
Explain your actions." Amadeus demanded, his tone full of
authority but his words sounding too strained to be natural.









Catherine

No, Catherine was not subtle in her approach to her work. She
knew that she was beautiful to men, she knew that when she
took good care of herself that she stood out from the crowd.
She knew that that was why she was one of the most popular
whores in Badon Hill. All that she possessed was on display,
open to any man to adore or purchase. The one thing Catherine
kept to herself was within her mind... her loves and wishes.
Foreign lands, different languages, rivers that stretched for
miles across, bridges that spanned those rivers, a place where
a whole country was divided by a great wall, waterfalls miles
high! Mountains covered in snow and struck so far up in the
sky that the tops could not be seen!

Golden beaches, huge beasts with curled tusks, cats bigger
than dogs and fish bigger than a houses. They were all out
there, she knew that - all she wanted in life was to see them.

She had to make sure that men pined for her, longed for her
body so that she could discover more of the world, a man's
world, where women dare not tread.

Nadeem
 
"I believe I remember something of manners,"


And this man had surely seen much of the world. His look and
accent were so foreign, the unusual swish and curl of the
black tattoos on his face kept drawing her hazy green gaze but
she did not try to hide it, allowing her beautiful eyes to
rove over his wry smile as he replied to her question.
Catherine gave a whisper of flirtatious, forgiving laughter at
his words, nodding her head as she swayed a few steps closer
to him, her eyes dropping to the men at the table as his did.
The scrape of a chair made her raise her eyebrows and she
looked at the back of the man who had deliberately turned away
from her. The whore did not like that reaction, she felt it to
be a ratehr hostile reaction and she paused in her movements
forward, pausing, twirling a strand of golden hair about her
slender finger, looking towards the man who had spoken first
to see if he was interested in continuing to get to know her.

Nadeem
 
"It is called Chaturaji, or Four Kings, Do you know it?"


She was won over.

The blonde's smile was slight but it was magnificent because
it was genuine, it lit up her pretty eyes. She looked back at
the table and then at the glinting dark eyes of the man who
had spoken to her as she slowly shook her head, biting her
bottom lip before prodding it gently with the stiff tip of her
tongue.

"No.. but it sounds interesting. Four Kings? Surely there can
only be one King. Is it a game of risk or strategy? With four
kings at the start and they must fight each other until only
one is left? Hmmm..." she purred, bravely walking towards the
broad back of the man that had abruptly turned away from him.
She gave a sultry smile to one of the men who looked up but
turned her attention back to their leader, well, the one she
assumed was their leader.

"Speak that word again.." she asked, close upon demanding, but
her tone so suggestive, so soft and breathy that it sounded
lewd! "Chaturaji..."









Drake

It was not possible to dislike someone that you did not know -
but Drake was beginning to consider it. Derfel was not exactly
unkind, but there was no doubting there was a tension between
them. Try as he might, Drake was just not able to ignore it -
when they exchanged words it was short, to the point and there
was always an awkward silence afterwards. Soon enough they
just didn't bother with small talk. Their work was done almost
silently, orders and suggestions issued by mere grunts and
swift gestures and no eye-contact.

Linnette was busy with Linnesse, sorting through clothes,
organising bedding and the general demolition of the two
rooms. Each time they passed by his bedroom Drake flinched,
his mind unable to come to terms with the fact that Linnette
would be sleeping right next door to him. The torture of it.
Would he hear her cry? Would she realise when she was brought
there that it was the same room he had brought her to earlier
to fix up her sore hands?

With almost everything in the new rooms, Derfel was setting up
the beds and Drake decided he would go get the last of
whatever the women needed brought to the room. Anything to not
just stand around with Derfel in that stupidly tense
atmosphere.

The Spaniard rounded the corner first and lifted his eyebrows,
looking down at Linnette as she stood in front of him looking
equally startled. There was a healthy flush to her cheeks from
the work, a smattering of dust on her cheek which he wanted to
brush away but resisted. His green eyes looked above her head
to Linnesse.

Linnette
 
"That's everything,"


Well, that was it then. Nothing for it.

Drake cleared his throat and stepped in smoothly to one side,
gesturing for the women to step on ahead of him. He looked at
both their faces as they walked past him, his expression
unreadable. As Linnette passed him, Drake reached his hand out
to take the bag from her shoulder, his eyes questionning
whether she wanted him to take it or not -

"This way." he said huskily, pointing down the corridor. They
walked quietly for a short while and Drake harumphed,
indicating that they were to turn, his broad palm gesturing
out to the appropriate side - and they walked a little
further. When they came to his door his frown and gloare
should have set something alight. His jaw made an audible
click and he came to an abrupt halt, allowing the women to
walk on a few more steps before clearing his throat and
gesturing to the half-open door.

"Here." he grunted, looking down at the ground as he used the
tips of his finger to push the door open more, standing with
his back against teh wall next to the door, unintrusive but
directive.









Galahad

Lancelot
 
"No. I've had worse - and besides, if I told anyone
these wounds were given to me by the pup, I'd have to
work too hard at getting my fierce reputation back."


Galahad gave a sigh at being called 'pup'. He wanted to defend
himself against the derogative nickname but couldn't find the
sense of self-worth inside of his brain to actually vocalise a
complaint. So instead he let his head hang even lower and was
led along, carried pratctically, by Gawain and Lancelot. He
thought about Alina, thought about whether she would hate him
for attacking Kolya. And if she did hate him, why would she
hate him? For attacking him because she had feelings for him,
or because he had risked his own safety by attacking someone
who was admittedly... older, larger and stronger than he was.

Lancelot
 
"Pup - how d'you think I'm going to explain this eye and
new bruises to him? Despite his injury, he's still
Arthur. He's still an annoying fool that sees
everything. Even if I don't tell him, he'll find out
somehow. I will do my best. You know me; a little lie
comes so very easily. What in Arthur's damnable Hell
made you do something so idiotic, Galahad? Kolya is old,
larger than you, and even if I do say so myself, a lot
stronger than some of us. What on earth made you think
you could even put a dent in his armor?"


The youngest Sarmatian didn't answer.

He pouted.

Severely.

His blue eyes were filled with tears and his throat felt
choked up. He wasn't even putting up a fight against 'pup' for
a second time, just sniffling and giving a non-committed shrug
of his shoulder. He didn't want to tell Lancelot that Alina
had cheated on him, he didn't want to put up with his
infuriating cracks about how he wasn't able to satisfy one
woman when Lancelot, the great cock Lancelot, could satisfy a
dozen and still win in a fight against a man who was bigger,
stronger and older than he was!

Gawain
 
“When Arthur figures out your little lie, and asks you
who was responsible for this mess, tell him it was me,
That won’t be a lie.”


"B.." Galahad began, his lips cracking painfully as he parted
them to speak which made him slap them shut, his brow
furrowing deeply. He was about to argue further when he
realised what Gawain was doing. The lump in his throat made
Galahad choke a little and he tipped forward, not going far as
the other two held onto him. He sniffed loudly and kept his
eyes down on the ground, not saying anything, but his hand
tightened on Gawain's side in silent thanks for covering his
ass like that.

Gawain
 
“I just told you, I put him up to it,”


Hearing it said again made Galahad feel like he was takign
advantage of Gawain's good nature, that he was going to get
his brother in trouble because he had been such a fucking
idiot to attack Kolya!

"Gawain.." he began, about to tell the blonde knight that he
didn't have to do this, that he didn't have to take the flak
for his stupid actions, but feet appeared in front of his
bloodshot eyes and he lifted his too-heavy head to look at
someone he really did not want to see. A woad.

Fiona
 
"What happened to him?"


No, Galahad was not in the mood for Woads.

"Piss off." he grumbled.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Sun Jul 06, 2008 5:32 pm
Lancelot


Lancelot tightened his grip on Galahad; his own damnable
trousers felt loose still and threatened to slide down his
hips. Thank the gods for the spare leathers .... he looked at
the barrel where he'd layed them as they passed, and smiled at
the thought of not having to pay for yet something else he
couldn't afford ... until he noticed the barrel was just a
barrel and not a pants holder.

Someone had stolen his leathers. The leathers he'd stolen off
a dead Sarmatian.

"FUCK!"

Gritting his teeth, Lancelot snarled a few curse words and
ugly things in their native tongue as he hurried his pace.
Galahad needed to be seen to and Lancelot himself was now so
angry he could easily take the pup apart with rage if he
didn't watch it. Not that Galahad was making him angry - but
anyone who happened to get in his way....woe betide them.

He felt his jaw crack and ignored the hair that was dripping
into his sore face as it flopped over his eyes.

Gawain
 
“When Arthur figures out your little lie, and asks you
who was responsible for this mess, tell him it was me.
That won’t be a lie...I just told you, I put him up to
it."


Lancelot stared at Gawain for a moment, and then shrugged,
which was difficult to do with their burden. "As you say," he
commented blankly, anger and exhaustion still fighting for
dominance in his brain. "Your choice to be a fool," although
I'd do the exact same thing. He broke their gaze only after he
twisted his mouth wryly. "I'll think of something - perhaps
Arthur won't have to know the truth of this at all. Don't
fret, Galahad."

He spoke directly to the younger Sarmatian, all traces of
sarcasm and mood gone from his tone. He meant it. Lancelot
might seem a shit, a cocky, self serving bastard whom the
others thought might only have his own interests at heart -
and yes, he perpetuated that idea - but that wasn't what lived
inside him.

What lived there was secret to almost all, save one. And that
other one didn't know everything about Lancelot. And if the
first knight had anything to say about, then that might not
change. It might be less painful that way. Closeness was
death. Trust was dangerous, and love was ....

Galahad
 
"Gawain.."


Lancelot smiled over the pup's head; it was nice to have a
brother, he thought - and would die before he'd admit that.
Galahad was lucky to have the broad blonde to back him up.
Lancelot wondered again about the closeness some of his
fellows seemed to share - and then dismissed the idea with a
shake of his head. That way lay madness.

They were close to the infirmary; Lancelot's step increased,
and his hold on the young knight in his and Gawain's grip grew
more snug as they almost attained their goal. Then -

Fiona
 
"What happened to him?"


Galahad
 
"Piss off."


Lancelot couldn't help a smile, and his laugh was dark and
low. "My love, I couldn't have said it better myself. He's a
dangerous and fiesty one, and you'd best have a care around
this particular Sarmatian. You see this shiner? Where else
would it have come from?"

He guided the other two around the girl and to the door of the
infirmary. "If you wish, help us. Otherwise, leave off with
the questions, yes?"

Lancelot didn't owe any answers to anyone, least of all a Woad
girl. Well, there was Arthur, but...that lie would come in
time. Lancelot was a lying expert. He bit his lip and wondered
if he could look into Arthur's heavily lashed green eyes and
fabricate a story - now, after everything they'd been through
and had said.

"Come on, pup," he said wearily. "Let's get this fixed."
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Jul 06, 2008 6:10 pm
Merlin and Tristan


Amadeus
 
"The only truth that I know is that she swore to lead us
to you, Merlin, in exchange for her life. As for these-
that one was dead when we arrived. The other...well,
casualties during war are to be expected."


Merlin arched a skeptical eyebrow, as he peered once again
through the doorway of the hut, confused at first by the
reference to "the other". The slave, having percieved the Woad
leader's intentions, moved to the side just a fraction his
eyes still eerily watchful and emotionless- but the slight
movement and a shift from the living captives inside allowed
Merlin to see the unmoving feet and legs of what looked like
another fallen warrior. Casualties of war? If they had found
these men tied, they had killed him defenseless, like a dog!
Was there no honor in these Roman scum? Merlin's cheek
twitched and his eyes hardened, but that was the only outward
sign of his anger as Scipio, sickeningly smug, continued.

Amadeus
 
"Now- we will speak about your attack on our fortress
last night. An unprovoked attack made whilst under
treaty...explain your actions."


Merlin shook his head defiantly, his jaw set, all resistance
and solidity. "I will say nothing more until my men are
freed," he stated, with a nod towards the living captives. Two
out of the five lost...and those had been good men! "If you
found them bound, then you can have no quarrel with them. They
haven't harmed you."

As he finished speaking, a sudden flash of movement, low down
and blonde-colored, caught the Woad leader's eye, and he
turned his head quickly to see Eala- of all people! A surge of
mingled relief and annoyance surged through Merlin's frame-
dash from the group of warriors at his back and dart into the
open space between the hut and the remaining Roman horseback.
Quick as a flash, Merlin's hand shot out and made a grab for
the girl's shoulder strap, making to haul her back from
whatever mischief she was about to get into. At least she
appeared unharmed, though- and that accounted for both of the
captives, freed, though not the rescue party. And Nolan still
hadn't returned. Merlin shot Neeria a quick, sharp,
questioning glance, inviting her to explain if she knew more,
while he pulled Eala backwards in one motion towards the rest
of the Woads- Neeria, Ceinwyn, and Juna. Hopefully someone
would keep her out of trouble.













Linnette and Linnesse

Drake
 
"This way."


Without even looking directly at Drake, Linnette half-saw- or
really more like felt- his offer to take the bag and turned
her head to give him a half-smile of thanks and a brief shake
of her head. She had it from here- he had already fetched and
carried for her far more than he had to, and Linnesse's
medicine bag was no burden. Her eyes met his in an easy and
appreciative refusal, though, causing Linnesse- unseen by her
sister- to once again knit her eyebrows together in confusion.
What in the world made Drake so solicitious of Linnette,
anyway? Why had he worked all afternoon moving not only
Linnette's own things, but Linnesse's and Derfel's as well?
What was he hoping to get out of this? There must be
something!

Linnesse held her tongue for now, though, and the trio made
their way down the corridor in silence. At first, Linnette
thought nothing of the way there were going, though she had
traversed it before today, but as they got closer, it began to
nag at the back of her mind, and by the time they were five
doors away, the conclusion was unmistakeable. This was the end
of a corridor- there was nowhere left to go, and the second
door from the end was Drake's new room, where he had patched
up her hand earlier that morning. She remembered it well- and
now here was Drake, opening the door at the very end of the
corridor and holding it for them, ushering them in with a
grunted "here"- to the apartment right next to his. Linnette
felt a squirm of something like apprehension in her belly, for
reasons she could not even explain, and shot Drake a glance of
sudden, worried realization as she approached the doorway- and
Linnesse picked up on her sudden tension and stopped in her
track, looking questioningly at Linnette.

"What is it? Is something wrong?" Linnette, feeling very
on-the-spot now- for so what if Drake's room was next door,
what reason was that to worry?- ducked her head and flushed a
little, shaking her head.

"Nothing," she muttered- but Linnesse had seen her sister's
eyes flick uneasily to the room next to theirs, whose door was
cracked, and Linnesse, feeling a sudden surge of
protectiveness not unlike that which had possessed her the
time she had kicked that Woad who was tussling with Balin
during that first attack on the fort- and gotten broken toes
in the bargain!- suddenly broke ranks with her sister and
marched forward, pushing open the door of the room that
Linnette had eyed so warily.

It was bare, nearly. No one was inside- in fact, it scarcely
looked to be inhabited. But there was a water pitcher, and a
mattress on the bed, and on the floor, sitting haphazaradly in
the center of the room, was a pair of bulging saddlebags that
looked very suspiciously like the ones Drake had been carrying
that morning, when he had brought Linnette in from the wall.
Like? They were exactly the same!

"Was this on purpose?" Linnesse suddenly demanded, whirling
from the doorway of Drake's room and facing the soldier, hands
on her hips, head cocked to look up at him. He was an
intimidating man, with a stone-hard face, and Linnesse felt
her heart flutter in her chest at his forbidding look, but she
carried on, determined to defend her sister, who needed her-
and Derfel was only a shout away. She could hear the tap of
tools from inside the new quarters.

"What do you want from her?" she continued, oblivious to the
pained look on Linnette's face, the shake of her sister's head
that begged her to desist that line of questioning.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sun Jul 06, 2008 7:45 pm
Neeria


Neeria waited with baited breath waiting for Merlin's
response. She tugged at the too-big trousers she was wearing
and pulled up the sleeves of the tunic. She stamped the ground
with the toe of her boot. Her face was clear and she showed no
emotion, she held her chest out and waited her fate.

Merlin
 
"I see. Is it true what she says? That my men were bound
when you arrived? What of the one who is dead?"


Neeria turned and looked at the optio. How she hated him.

Amadeus
 
"The only truth that I know is that she swore to lead us
to you, Merlin, in exchange for her life. As for these
-that one was dead when we arrived. The other...well,
casualties during war are to be expected.


Neeria craned her neck to see past the optio, inside the hut.
As Tristan moved to the side, Neeria saw feet on the ground.
Her eyes widened with surprise and she jerked back around,
looking at Merlin, her mouth open. She had no idea there was
another dead man in the hut.

Amadeus
 
"Now - we will speak about your attack on our fortress
last night. An unprovoked attack made whilst under
treaty... Explain your actions."


Merlin
 
"I will say nothing more until my men are freed,"


Just then, sudden movement erupted in the trees and...Eala ran
out!

Neeria gasped when she saw the woad child. She had made it!
She made it out of the dungeons! Ash had done it! He had
rescued her! Neeria sighed with relief and even produced a
half-smile at the girl as Merlin pulled her back behind him.
Then Merlin looked directly at Neeria with a unspoken question
in his eyes. Merlin was a like a father to her and Neeria knew
him well. She knew exactly what he wanted to know.

"She was not alone," Neeria said guardedly, "I was with her,
Merlin, as well as the spirit of our people. That spirit lives
and breathes. I have seen it." She knew Merlin would
understand her meaning. Neeria knew he would understand that
she had seen the rescue party. She didn't dare mention names
and let the Romans know who was involved and how. If they knew
the rescue party had penetrated the wall, there would be
serious trouble and Neeria knew her people had already
suffered many casualties. They needed time to regroup. She
locked eyes with Merlin and nodded slightly, hoping he would
understand.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sun Jul 06, 2008 8:12 pm

Arthur


Darya seemed unaffected by Arthur’s rather sardonic
confirmation that he was aware that the two women knew each
other….or had the small smile on her lips that had slipped
away as the Sarmatian moved around the bed to sit opposite
Eyla been only coincidence? No matter as Arthur was confident
they had met…..and undoubtedly the encounter had been more
than platonic in nature.

A fitting reward for allowing him to…..

Darya
 
“Yes, we have met… But what is even more important is
how you are doing… did you get some food by now?”


The Sarmatian’s clear affection for him and anxious tone
allowed Arthur to set aside – if only briefly – the image in
his mind of just how ‘intimately’ the two had known one
another.

“No, not yet,” Arthur answered rather quietly as he returned
his gaze to Darya’s concerned expression…if only momentarily.
Eyla’s sultry voice disrupted what should have been a private
exchange between….lovers. Arthur cleared his throat and
allowed his gaze to fall to the hand Darya had gently placed
on his thigh. Something from her felt….off. But what was it?
Had Darya been with Eyla again while the Commander had been
away on the mission? Had his lover found solace in the arms of
the ‘harlot’ yet again? Or had it been simply the need for a
constant source of pleasure as it appeared to be for him?

Eyla
 
“He is quite fine, beauty. He has been keeping the best
company…”


Darya
 
“A peaceful sleep and something to eat would have been
the best company I dare say…”


’Beauty?’ Arthur opened his mouth to protest, but was quickly
silenced by the continued interaction between the two women.
The wound in his side twinged again which forced the Commander
to visibly wince and give added pressure over his sutures.

However despite his discomfort, Arthur inwardly rolled his
eyes at the thinly veiled possessive tone in both of their
voices. Why was it that anyone the Roman allowed into his bed
then felt compelled to ‘claim’ him? That notion immediately
grated on Arthur’s pride and dignity. A small sigh of
frustration accompanied the now mildly annoyed expression that
dominated the Roman’s unshaven features.

Eyla
 
“……after our last sweet encounter…you displayed a
trouble for finding sleep?.....”


A flare of anger lit up the golden flakes in Arthur’s emerald
eyes as his gaze snapped to Eyla’s rather mischievous
expression. Sweet encounter? Arthur’s jaw tensed to the point
of cracking as the confirmation he’d so vehemently sought that
night was finally given from Eyla’s ruby red lips. His head
throbbed and the muscles in his thigh constricted beneath
Darya’s touch. A touch from his ‘lover’ that Arthur was now
certain he’d shared with Eyla….and most likely Lancelot as
well. God has damned me for my own previous sins with yet
another lover who cannot be faithful in return. How
appropriate.

Darya
 
“…..the men who have fought so bravely need to rest…Do
you ever rest, Eyla?”


Arthur had had enough of the pointless and flippant banter
between the two ‘ladies’ on either side of him.

“I fully intend to rest now,” Arthur said before either woman
could speak again; his voice clipped with anger as his
brilliant emerald eyes focused on the fire in the hearth
pointedly ignoring both their dark eyes in the process. He
angrily sighed and continued….

“Unless both of you have any brilliant ideas on how all of us
can be quiet and rest, I'd ask - most politely - for some
peace…Ladies." Arthur finished with a tight-lipped smile
without turning to look at either of them and then slid a
little further down on the bed and shut his eyes before he was
forced to meet either of their expressions. Truly Arthur
wanted nothing more than sleep right now; certainly no more
‘thinking’ or ‘feeling’. And if using a curt tone with both
Eyla and Darya would finally allow Arthur some of that much
needed rest…then so be it. He obstinately crossed his strong
arms over his broad chest and exhaled through his nose
completely unwilling to hear a word in reproach from either.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Mon Jul 07, 2008 3:18 am
Mordred & Ash


The situation was becoming more tedious by the second, and
Mordred grew restless and irritated by the lack of progress
being made between Merlin and Amadeus. Requests were being
laid out left and right but neither were complying with the
demands of the other, each desperately seeking the higher
ground. There could be no compromise here, only a battle for
dominance, for control. Surely the Optio had foreseen this!
Cooperation was unlikely - on either side. Merlin could not be
reasoned with. They had offered a temporary truce with the
Woad leader, and he had deceived them unprovoked! Mordred bit
his tongue 'til he tasted blood, forbidding himself to utter a
word. His interference would have achieved nothing, if not
made matters worse. Merlin clearly had the upper hand - he
could've ordered their executions at any moment. As of the
moment, the Woad leader owned their lives. It was up to the
Optio to convince him to spare them. Mordred was relatively
faithless, though. He was not the type to put too much stock
in the capabilities of others, especially when his life was
laid out on the line. He believed in sheer brute force, in his
sword - that was power, not persuasion! Wordy negotiation was
futile when the enemy was both intelligent and also
untrustworthy.

A flash of blonde hair caught the knight's attention, and dark
eyes momentarily swiveled from the two leaders to fall upon
the defiant little spitfire just feet away. Oh, he recognized
her alright - the little Woad bitch he had had tossed into the
dungeons. Mordred scoffed in utter disbelief that the inept
soldiers at the fort had allowed her to seemingly escape so
easily. However the irony to be faced with his former prisoner
at such a time as this was enough to bring a touch of dark
amusement to his soulless eyes. It was tempting for him to
spit out something provoking toward Eala, but the knight
valued his own life, and so he kept silent. His gaze spoke
what words did not, though, as he watched Merlin thrust the
girl back into the protective bosom of his followers. The male
that had appeared with the girl stood near her, bringing a
hand up to rest on Eala's shoulder, staying her movements. His
penetrating dark eyes met Mordred's, and suddenly the knight
completely understood the challenge behind the older Woad's
defensiveness - the girl was his. Mordred ran his tongue
across the front of his teeth and gave a dull, lop-sided
smirk.









Milan

Mari
 
"Now is really good, Milan. Now is better than ... than
anything ever before. I wish I knew you before though...
before I left here. Where were you then? Years ago when
I left here with my father. I can't imagine you younger!
What were you like?"


That was an odd sort of question. But, that was the way Mari
was. She kept him guessing. It was fascinating to listen to
her. The way her mind worked seemed so different than anyone
he had ever met. She was vibrant, thoughtful, hopeful,
seemingly unhindered by the evils threatening to plague her.
She thought things he would never even consider. Her world
seemed beautiful, a far cry from the damaged one Milan lived
in. Just when he thought he may have figured her out even a
little bit, she'd ask him a question out of the blue, one that
to some might've been as simple to answer as opening a door,
but for Milan it brought on a whole new level of critical
thinking.

His lips formed a pensive line, his blue eyes looking over the
top of her head as he considered her inquiry a few moments.

"Small..." he finally said.

He frowned, looking back at her, wondering if she would be
displeased with his answer. It was the truth - when he was
younger, he had been smaller. He didn't know what else to say.
His memories were not so rich. There were holes. So many
things about his youth he had tried to forget, all painful. He
remembered them vividly in dreams, which was why he never
slept peacefully.

Milan sighed, adjusting his arms around Mari's slight form,
his embrace looser than before as he peered again down his
nose at her.

"S..scared..." he admitted quietly, bowing his head. Yes, he
had been scared when he was younger, and he was even moreso
now. Somehow he believed it was something to be ashamed of.
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Author: Kayla
Date: Mon Jul 07, 2008 3:56 am

Fiona


Fiona kept her eyes trained on Gawain for most of the few
moments that she stood there, her gaze flickering to Galahad
every once in a while. She cocked her head to the side and
looked at him, a frown on her face at the raggedness of the
group. Obviously, she had missed out on something; what it
was, she didn't know. And of course, her curiousity didn't
stop the question from tumbling out of her mouth and for a
moment, she had to wonder who would answer it or if it would
be answered at all. She half-expected Gawain to speak up,
since the two knew each other but it was Galahad that answered
her first.

Galahad
 
"Piss off."


Lancelot
 
"My love, I couldn't have said it better myself. He's a
dangerous and fiesty one, and you'd best have a care
around this particular Sarmatian. You see this shiner?
Where else would it have come from? If you wish, help
us. Otherwise, leave off with the questions, yes?"


The woad's frown deepened, her brows knitting together on her
forehead and her mouth hanging open slightly for just a
moment. She hadn't expected that kind of reaction from him. He
had at least seemed not to mind when she was around and she
truthfully had nothing against him, although she did remember
when they had fought during the battle - it was the reason
she'd spent some time in the dungeon.

Fiona stood there for a moment, not quite sure whether that
was her answer and if she should just go, until the First
Knight spoke, emitting a low laugh first. The girl's blue eyes
turned up towards his, and she blew a breath out of her mouth,
scattering the stray pieces of hair in different directions as
she recieved her answer.

She thought.

The woad simply nodded her head when he spoke of her helping
them - not asking her, but leaving it open for her to decide.
She didn't mind helping, after all, maybe it would get her
mind off of Ash and Eala and the hope that they had gotten
out. She might have been living in the fort but it didn't mean
that some of her loyalties didn't lie with her people. And
especially not when a child, one only a few years younger than
herself, was involved.

But telling her to leave the questions alone was near
impossible for her. Sure, she could leave them alone for a
while but they'd be lucky if she didn't start bombarding them
with questions about various things, not to be annoying but
simply to feed her mind and her thoughts about things.

The trio started moving towards the door of the infirmary and
Fiona simply followed, listening and waiting until she knew if
she was truly needed or not.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Mon Jul 07, 2008 5:12 am
Drake


Drake didn't say a word of protest against Linnette holding
the bag herself. Had he been her lover, her husband or
anything close to it he might have put up an argument, or more
likely, he would have just taken the bag. But to Linnette
Drake was nothing. He was someone who was there when she
turned around, someone she could depend on to pick her up if
she fell. But he had no rights upon her, no entitlements. He
had no entitlements to feel anything for her either, and yet
he did. But such things he could keep severely wrapped up in
his hard heart.

When Linnette looked at him Drake could slowly feel his grip
on the situation sliding. He tensed his jaw and looked into
Linnette's apprehensive eyes. It seemed like the rest of the
corridor spiralled inwards towards her pretty hazel eyes and
Drake didn't look away until she did. Linnesse had noticed.
There was a sense of bubbling water reaching boiling point...

Linnesse & Linnette
 
"What is it? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing,"

"Was this on purpose? What do you want from her?"


Drake took a step away from the wall he had been standing
against and looked on as Linnesse threw open the door to his
room. She looked around and the Spaniard did not try halt her,
he just remained stiff, watching as she stormed out and gave
him a look that would singe the hairs on the tail of a dog. It
did nothing to Drake. He already felt bloody wrong about all
this to begin with, nothing Linnesse could say would change
that... except something did.

At first the Spaniard just looked at her with a blank, almost
dismissively bored look to his green eyes. His lips were not
tight, but nor did they look animated. They did not look
capable of parting to speak at all - and they did not. Drake
blinked slowly.

Her accusation was nothing compared to her demanding question.
That did make Drake react. As soon as the words had left her
lips his eyes had turned almost black with anger and they
snapped down to her face. He looked down at her silently for a
long moment and flexed his fingers, the joints cracking
noisily.

What did he want from her?

What did he want from Linnette?

Drake had thought he wanted nothing from her but the emotions,
feelings and thoughts that her demand conjured made him
reconsider his own mind. He did want something from Linnette -
but it was not something he could, or ever would, vocalise. He
wanted her to be happy. He wanted her to be safe because he
had not been able to make Cecile happy or safe. He wanted her
baby to be healthy and secure, happy because he had so badly
failed his own children. He was not assuming any role in her
life, he was unable to do that emotionally and so he did not
presume it physically, so he did what he could. He helped
where he could.

Furious, emerald eyes lifted to stare at a point above
Linnesse's head, lips set in a wicked line of contained anger.
Drake looked like a soldier rebuked, he looked like a man
being read the riot act and knowing he did not deserve it -
and yet he took it with relatively good grace, not answering
back, not throwing insults or punches. He took the abuse that
he knew he did not deserve but what the other person thought
he did.
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Author: Kay
Date: Mon Jul 07, 2008 6:45 am
Guinevere


Guinevere strained her ears, but the noise she had heard
before seemd to have stopped. Maybe she was mistaken and no
one had heard the fight.

Mona
 
"You're not worthy to call yourself 'princess'. I've
hated you and that other bitch for years."


Guinevere's attention was drawn back to the crazed girl, who
even now was trying to strike out at her and was sliding
across the leaf litter in an effort to reach the princess.
Amazingly, Mona managed to drag herself upright and lurched
forward, but she was too weak and fell to the ground once
more.

The princess glared down at the sad heap on the ground and
shook her head.

So much hate and bitterness, Guinevere thought. How long had
this been boiling away inside the girl?

"I thought we were sisters in arms" Guinevere said, sadly.
"All these years we have trained together, fought together;
Neeria, you and I. It's all come to this!"

The princess bent down and grasped Mona's clothing; she met no
resistance.

"My father will deal with you now" she said, firmly, and began
to drag the hapless girl through the forest.

As they approached the site of the encampment, Guinevere was
aware of voices, growing ever louder as she moved closer.
So this is where Neeria was leading them thought the princess.
She let go of Mona, leaving the girl in bloodied heap and
crept toward the clearing. Peering through the leaves of a
nearby bush, she was shocked to see so many people; Woads,
soldiers; Neeria was there, as she had suspected. But so was
Ash! And Eala! And..her father!

Sensing that hostilities had been suspended here, Guinevere
drew herself up to her full height and stepped out into the
clearing.

"Father" she said.








Grace

Grace leaned forward against her stall, propping her elbows on
the edge of the wood. It was quiet this afternoon.

She glanced over toward the infirmary, idly wondering if the
gruff, messy man with the headache, had found what he was
looking for.Suddenly, she saw three figures; three bloodied
and battered figures, making their way toward the infirmary,
followed by a woman. Grace drew in a sharp breath as she
recognised the very brute who had snapped at her earlier in
the day. He had been in a fight from the looks of him! That
beast of a man seemed to be everywhere in this awful place.

She shook her head. They have surely been drinking, she
thought; her mind going back to the tavern brawl that had
robbed her of her fiance. Men are such savages!

She shuddered and turned her face away, wishing she were safe
at home with her lotions and potions. And yet, for some
unknown reason, she shot another quick glance at the blond
haired man, before scolding herself for being foolish and
hastily moving her chair around so she could no longer see the
infirmary door.
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