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July 2008
Topic Started: Apr 3 2010, 09:33 PM (2,362 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Kay
Date: Wed Jul 09, 2008 6:30 am
Guinevere


Guinevere stood quietly at her father's side.

Merlin
 
"Daughter. We were just discussing the release of my
men...well, Scipio?"


She nodded, understanding that this was not the time to speak
of what had transpired since they were last together; that
would have to wait until later.

Mona's sudden wild appearance in the clearing interrupted
proceedings futher. The bloodied girl lurched towards Merlin,
who calmly passed her into the care of Juna.

Guinevere wondered to herself how Mona was even standing,
given the extent of her injuries. There were so many things
that she did not understand. She noted Ash and Eala; he had
obviously managed to free Eala from the fortress, but he
didn't look good.

She cast a quick glance around and noticed that Juna was
looking at her. She looked from the healer to the bloodied
mess that was Mona and back again, and slowly shook her head.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed Jul 09, 2008 8:45 am
Merlin


Amadeus
 
"Hmm- perhaps we could slit all their throats and do you
a favour, hmm? You have one of my men- and I have three
of yours who were bound, gagged, and left here by
someone who was not us so we can only presume...it was
your own. What say you dismiss your numbers, release my
men, I shall release yours, and we can move somewhere
private to speak upon important matters without...all
these interruptions? That way we both get what we want."


"Oh, you want this one?" Ignoring all the veiled- and not so
veiled- threats in Scipio's suggestions, Merlin cocked an
eyebrow at the Roman and gestured to Mordred, sitting on his
horse surrounded by Woads. It was no fair trade- Mordred was
unbound, and only one, while Merlin's warriors were three and
incapacitated- but he would seem to agree, and thus press this
"negotiation" on. It scarcely mattered, anyway- with as many
Woads as he had in the clearing, he could have Mordred killed
as easily if he stood over by Scipio as if he didn't. It
didn't make any difference.

"You can have him as soon as you release my men, then. And
once that hut is cleared out, we can use it for this privacy
you so desire, hmm?" Merlin made the offer easily, all
nonchalance despite his alertness to all else going on in the
clearing, to the numerous situations here that he didn't quite
understand. He would get to the bottom of this- all of it, not
the least the question of who had bound those men. But once
they were ungagged, it woudl be easy enough to ask them.

"Come, come, let us not take all night," Merlin added with a
quirk of his mouth that was almost a laugh, as he gestured for
some of hi warriors nearest to Mordred to step a little bit
back, beginning to clear the way for the mounted man to join
Scipio.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Wed Jul 09, 2008 5:39 pm
Neeria and Malcus Barbattus


Neeria watched in horror as Mona careened out of the trees and
lurched toward Merlin. What had happened to her? Neeria
couldn't imagine and she sought Guinevere's eyes to try an
glean some meaning of all of what was happening. Mona was
bleeding and looked crazed. Had she been attacked? Her
ramblings made no sense. Merlin placed her in the care of Juna
and shortly afterward, Mona slumped into a heap onto the
forest floor. Neeria had seen the look on Mona's face on other
people before. It was the look of death. Mona would be dead
soon. Neeria looked at her old friend who seemed oblivious to
what was going on around her. Neeria's people were dying.
First her beloved Mikel, then Sirus and now Mona. So many
losses. And for those not killed, insanity had claimed just as
many. She glanced over again at Ceinwyn and her heart lurched.
Ceinwyn was so crazed, she threated to kill another woad right
in front of Romans. Neeria shooked head then scanned the faces
of those watching her; the faces and eyes of her people - some
of them she'd known all of her life. While Merlin and the
Roman they called optio verbally sparred with one another, she
saw the looks in their eyes, their dubiousness of her slowly
turning into hatred right before her eyes. At first she was
sorrowful but that shortly turned to wanton care. They were
fools, all of them. How could they think of her as a traitor?
Who accused her of that? Who planted the seed? She wanted to
know. Neeria would never betray Merlin and if her people
thought otherwise, that was their problem. Merlin was willing
to hear her and Merlin was all who mattered. Neeria met the
gazes of Juna, Ash, Eala, Nolan and the others and her eyes
flashed at all them, challenging them, daring them to confront
her regarding her loyalty. They would not bully or intimidate
her. They had no idea what she'd been through. If a fight is
what they wanted, she would gladly give it to them. If Neeria
did not fear the Romans, she certainly did not fear her own
people.


Malcus continued to watch the circus unfold before his eyes.
If the situation hadn't been so serious, it might have even
been funny. But under the circumstances, there was nothing
funny about this spectacle. Barbattus refused to speak any
more and only listened and watched as Amadeus became more and
more smug. Keep it up, Malcus' inner voice spoke. Scipio was
an inexperienced bugger who was sorely underestimating Merlin
and his people. But Scipio had silenced Malcus more than once
so Barbattus would stand and watch. Amadeus would find out
soon enough just how far-reaching Merlin's wrath was. Malcus
was sure that Amadeus had bitten off more than he could chew.
And would Malcus intervene to save his ass? The captain almost
chuckled. All hell was going to break loose, Barbattus was
sure of it.

But Scipio would have to ask for Malcus' assistance in dealing
with the big blue man again.

Barbattus leaned back on heels again and continued to observe,
confident that it would only be a matter of time before things
went straight to hell.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Wed Jul 09, 2008 5:52 pm
Brendyn


He had given his report to the Centurion, and stepped back a
bit to allow Quintus to see what he himself had seen. If,
indeed, these were the footprints of a woad or woads, then the
girl and her accomplice were gone. What would Malcus have to
say about this? And Arthur? Brendyn carefully observed how
Quintus went over the evidence, if that was what it was...

Quintus
 
"Ehhhh." "Ah, fuck,"


....Brendyn's eyes shifted to the soldiers behind Quintus,
then back to the ground where the footprints were. Dark blue
eyes lifted toward the horizon, , then back to the man next to
him. Brendyn jumped slightly as Quintus stepped back inside
the fort and slammed the slightly damaged gate shut. In all of
his years of service, sudden blasts of temper and noise still
made him jump slightly. He could see the frustration on
Quintus's face, and Brendyn almost felt responsible in some
way. What Quintus said next, made Brendyn feel proud that he
had been availible...

Quintus
 
"You did well, Brendyn,"


Brendyn looked the man square in the eyes, feeling proud at
this accomplishment. "Thank you, sir," Brendyn's face remained
neutral, but with a look of pride in his eyes. Watching the
Centurion, Brendyn began to see things as he had in Titrus,
Malcus and Arthur and the knights....attributes he admired. He
would be himself, but he knew also that by learning from them,
that he might gain a bit from each. Brendyn stood at attention
while Quintus addressed the guards behind him...

Quintus
 
"You" "Guard this gate. No one goes in or out, and you
do not budge from this spot. Understood? You" "go find
Lieutenant Titrus, or any other officer. Tell them the
girl got out of the fort- and we found the way she
bloody well did it. Get going."


...The young soldier watched the man intently as he
distributed orders. The healing wound under his arm ached a
bit, and his body was beginning to itch a bit. At the mention
of Titrus's name, Brendyn wondered what the man's reaction
would be. About then, his stomach rumbled loudly in protest
mainly because he had not eaten much since arriving, and he
was damned hungry, tired and in need of a long hot bath. His
day's duties were not done by a long shot, for in the back of
his mind, he reminded himself that he still had to visit the
chapel so that he could pay respects to his lost legion: the
one he had served with at Aesica, and his ex Commander,
Antonius...

Quintus
 
"You can go wash,"


....Brendyn nodded to the Centurion grateful for the chance to
wash all of the dirt, shit, piss and grim from his body.
Brendyn turned on his heels and went off to the baths
stripping off the filthy tunic as he did so. He had wanted to
ask if there was anything else, but he figured that if Quintus
had wanted him for anything else, he would have said so.....
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Wed Jul 09, 2008 6:26 pm
Lancelot


The first knight smiled bright and falsely at the Woad girl;
frankly, he wasn't in the mood to play around with anyone, and
gods damn it! but someone had stolen his fucking leathers!!!
Right from under his nose!

Gawain was speaking to the girl, and then the blond knight
turned eyes on Lancelot.

Gawain
 
“Thanks."


Trying to shrug was difficult, so Lancelot just settled for a
grunt. "I am not always the demon you make me out to be," he
said quietly, and then zipped it, for he was not one to speak
the truth when it involved himself very often.

Galahad
 
"Stop calling me that...!"


Lancelot snorted, and then let loose a little moan of his own
- fuck, but that hurt his face. He reached his free up to
touch his swollen eye, and cursed. "Well, Galahad, you sound
like one. And those giant, soft eyes of yours - and couldn't
you have gone easier on mine? Jesu," he used the infrequently
spoken swear word that Arthur was fond of when he was truly
angry.

As they managed to get into the infirmary - again? Would
someone please just put Lancelot out of his misery? Gods
teeth, but he hated this place - Galahad made a noise of what
could only be described as fear, and turned hastily, tangling
himself in Gawain and Lancelot's grip.

Galahad
 
"Anyone but her guys, please.."


"Who, that old nun? She's harmless, pup. The right words, and
I'm sure you could have her singing your praises from the top
of the fortress chapel." Lancelot spoke out of the corner of
his mouth, and he made a face at Gawain, as if to question
Galahad's fear of the Christian woman. Lancelot smirked - she
was a woman, just like the rest, and could be charmed if needs
be.

And luckily for her and for Galahad, the best charmer in all
of Badon was right here. He got his hold on Galahad situated,
and rolled his eyes. "And would you please turn around? You're
twisting the arm that you've already hurt once today - I'd
like to be able to say the pain I'm experiencing was not
caused by you. Unbelievable."
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Author: linnet
Date: Wed Jul 09, 2008 8:14 pm

Gawain


Lancelot
 
"I am not always the demon you make me out to be."


Lancelot’s statement caused Gawain to give his lieutenant a
serious look across the wilted Galahad. “I know that,” he said
quietly and then smiled just enough for Lancelot to detect his
sincerity. Lancelot was Lancelot, not a demon. A frequent pain
in the ass, but a good man, and a fellow Sarmatian. Anger and
frustration toward the Dark Knight was always situational and
short-lived in Gawain. He hoped Lancelot understood that.

The blonde knight knew with absolute certainty who they would
have to confront as they dragged themselves inside the
infirmary. A whole infirmary full of healers, but for some
reason Lavinia had become his destiny. And there she stood, as
if expecting them.

Galahad
 
"Oh nooooooooooo. Piss off. Anyone but her guys,
please.."


Gawain’s idea of trying to be as inconspicuous as possible so
that Lavinia just might not notice him as she focused on
Galahad, flew out the window when the younger knight made a
feeble attempt to flee. The result was that Gawain and
Lancelot had to twist and struggle to reposition the pathetic
man now draped across their arms like a whimpering ragdoll.
“It will be OK, Galahad,” Gawain said, trying hard to sound
reassuring. “Maybe she’ll just get you some help,” he added,
loud enough for Lavinia to hear. And then go away, he hoped.
If the nun from hell had any compassion, she’d catch on that
Galahad dreaded her, and would assign a normal human being to
take care of him.

Lancelot
 
"Who, that old nun? She's harmless, pup. The right
words, and I'm sure you could have her singing your
praises from the top of the fortress chapel."


The blonde knight’s mouth came close to gaping in disbelief as
he stared incredulously at Lancelot. “You’re crazy,” he said
out of the side of his mouth, very softly so that Lavinia
hopefully couldn’t hear. “Five gold coins says you can’t even
get a smile out of her.” Then Gawain looked warily at Lavinia,
like a dog that knows it’s about to be punished.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Wed Jul 09, 2008 8:28 pm
Tatiana


Sitting in front of the fire, enjoying both the food and
company, Tatiana felt her hair slowly loosen itself from the
braid that Adian wove with her still damp hair before leaving
the bath house earlier in the day.

Adian
 
"Well, I suppose one could be comfortable in more than
one place. So far, I have it the way I like it...I want
to keep Thorn's things about me." "And you...Where do
you set your quarters?"


Swallowing her mouthful as she heard his answer to her
comment, then she heard his own question. "My quarters
are located in the stable, on the very top floor of the
barracks that I share with another female stablehand.
The mattress on my cot is ok comfortable-wise and the area is
liveable. I keep my dried herbs underneath it in a box, easier
to get at that way. Especially now with it being so cold and
wet."

Tatiana replied after taking in the surroundings of Adian's
quarters meeting his heather grey eyes with her own, then
briefly glancing down at her mug of wine that she held in her
small hands, bringing it up to sip from before picking up a
few grapes to nibble on.

"Besides Wogan, what other pets do you have?"
she asked curiously, after sipping her drink.

He's the first guy that's not of family I've had a meal with.
I seriously hope that I don't mess this up as I feel really
comfortable around Adian.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Thu Jul 10, 2008 8:22 am
Dagonet


Bors
 
"Yeah, fanks Dag Fanks a lot."


The tall knights got instantly an angry and sharp glance from
Bors... which made him a little more happy at the moment in
fact. Now Bors will have to return here and check his injury.
There was no escape from this for his friend. And that let
Dagonet think that he was helpful once more... He had done
something to help his friend.

Even if Bors wasn't happy about it at all.

He smiled as Bors looked once more at him... just a little,
weak smile. He knew that Bors was in his own way greatful for
this. They knew each other too good.

Vanora
 
"I'll make sure he comes back, Dag. Just you take care
of Saorise, okay? Saved you some ale as well, so when
you both recover, you can celebrate all you want to..."


He knew that Vanora was just being kind... but in reality it
made his heart cry again. Celebrate? What was here to
celebrate? His son was dead... He almost lost his life
himself... and almost everybody were hurted somehow from this
mission. There was nothing to celebrate.

But getting drunk these days wouldn't be so bad.

Vanora
 
"Let us know if there is anything we can do for you."


Bors
 
"Hmph," "Well... I'll be back in ta see ya soon
alright?"


Vanora
 
"You take it easy, Dagonet. After Bors rests, and heals,
he'll be back."


He nodded slowly his head with a slight sigh.

"Thank you..." he whispered as the two of them turned to walk
away.

Dagonet closed his eyes silently still feeling Saoirse by
him... She was so calm and quiet. Was she asleep already? He
turned his head to look at her with concern. Why was she
crying earlier? What happened?

"Love...? Are you sleeping?" he asked queitly for not to wake
her if she was really asleep.









Mirtha

There she was... Standing in the room... He liked her.. He
liked her alot. And he cared for her...

Why he had been reacting so to her?

Ione
 
"Oh, Mirtha! Tis late afternoon, love, but tis a good
afternoon to you none the less. I......would have left
you.......sleep all day if you'd have wished to."


He caught her in his arms as she placed kisses upon him. His
eyes went wide.

"Afternoon?!" he exclaimed but his lips curled into a smile.
"Well, you should wake me up. I hope the stables are still
standing!"

He joked a little with a laugh and put a hand upon her cheek.

"So how is your day, today?" he asked.

Ione
 
"Mirtha...I cannot tell you how happy you have made me."


Mirtha frowned a little. Really? He made somebody happy. He
suddenly felt uneasy. How he could make anybody happy really?
Was this possible for him to do so?

And why the hell was he so worried that he had hurt her
earlier? Well he was drunk then. Now when he was sober it was
more than great time. He would not encourage himself to get to
her like that if he would not think he had done something
wrong. And he knew that.

"Really?" he asked and he lowered his head, still holding her
by her waist. "That... is... good..." he said silently. "It
was.. something for me too"

And smiled nervously looking back at her.

"Well... I should be probably going... I don't want to
disturb. And I should see to the stables."

He felt terrible nervous. He had never been with a woman so
close emotionaly like right now. He only took them by force,
never wanted to know how they felt about it... But with Ione..
was far more different. He really cared for her feelings...
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Author: Kayla
Date: Thu Jul 10, 2008 11:19 pm

Fiona


Gawain
 
“Sorry, Fiona, None of us are feeling too good right
now.”


Apparently, the fact that Fiona had been surprised by both
Galahad and Lancelot's words to her hadn't gone unnoticed by
everyone. She watched Gawain turn around, giving her a brief
smile and she nodded her head at his words, showing that she
understood and her smile matched his for a moment. She still
hung behind the three men as they moved towards the infirmary,
her feet moving slowly as they all plodded along, Galahad's
weight resting partially on both of the men. The woad still
didn't know if she was needed or not but in truth, she didn't
know what else to do. She wanted to help, as her personality
was one that liked seeing others happy and doing whatever she
could to help someone in need.

Galahad
 
"Stop calling me that...! Oh nooooooooooo..Piss off."


Of course, that was probably harder done than said.

They all piled into the infirmary, the youngest Sarmatian
knight seeing something he obviously didn't like and he
stepped back as the young woad watched, her head cocked to the
side and her face a slight frown, especially after hearing him
tell her to piss off again. "No," she said to him, her tone
stubborn and her expression showing that stubbornness. For as
childish as the knight could be, Fiona could practically match
it.

Galahad
Lancelot, and Gawain
"Anyone but her guys, please.

Who, that old nun? She's harmless, pup. The right words, and I'm sure you could have her singing your praises from the top of the fortress chapel.

You’re crazy. Five gold coins says you can’t even get a smile out of her.”


Fiona looked past the knights to see who they were talking
about and her gaze was drawn to a stern looking woman. Her
eyebrows were drawn together at the knight's chatter, and
honestly, she wasn't sure what to think of the woman. First
impressions always lasted the longest but from what they were
saying about her, she seemed a bit intimidating. The woad ran
a hand through her hair, pursing her lips together for a brief
moment as she looked around the infirmary. She'd only been
here once before, after sparring with Adian and having knicked
him, she had accompanyed him to get it looked at. Even then,
she hadn't seen Lavinia around, so she really had no idea what
they would be dealing with when it came to the woman.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Fri Jul 11, 2008 6:43 am

Arthur


Arthur had heard Darya’s quiet words in affirmation of his
request, yet his eyes remained closed to her. He did not want
to see whatever had transpired between Darya and Eyla
reflected back at him in his lover’s dark eyes….not right now.
Arthur’s wound continued to make its presence known with a
dull ache, but manageable as the Commander attempted to rest.
But whatever the yet nameless ‘thing’ that continued to plague
Arthur’s conscious kept the Roman from drifting off into
sleep. Thick fingers reached to tug at the inseam of Arthur’s
black leather breeches as he attempted to find a more
comfortable position reclined on the bed. He exhaled deeply
and then willed his tired body to relax.

Eyla
 
“The both of you need rest. Irritability is so
depressing… Rest well, both of you. And cheer up.”


Arthur only grunted in response to Eyla’s rather sardonic
comments and again he did not bother to open his eyes and
actually challenge her words. What sort of expression was
‘cheer up’ anyways? Arthur’s lips formed a smirk as he briefly
thought on the odd little expression. He quickly determined
that Eyla was far more superficial than he’d previously given
her credit for if she only wished to be in the company of
joyful individuals; hardly a realistic notion in this harsh
and troublesome existence here at Badon Hill. I cannot
remember the last time I felt true unbridled ‘joy’.

And thus not unexpectantly, Arthur heard the thick wooden door
click shut indicating Eyla’s departure from his chambers. And
it had to be Eyla as much to her credit, Darya would not so
easily have been dismissed. Not that Arthur had truly wished
his lover to go….despite all the dark thoughts swirling around
inside of Arthur’s head, he still wished for Darya to remain
close for now. And then as if the Sarmatian had read his
thoughts, Arthur felt her hand gently…almost soothingly…touch
his thigh again, if only briefly. The smug expression brought
on by Eyla’s words melted into a more genuine look of
contentment….as peaceful as Arthur could be considering the
physical aches and pains that still dominated him right now.
Rest. He needed rest so that he could recover and return to
his duties….and face whatever he must. Would Merlin accept a
new peace treaty? What if Scipio failed?

Arthur made a small sound much like a groan and reached up to
firmly pinch at the bridge of his nose….and then slowly opened
his eyes. His gaze fell to Darya and a small pang of guilt
pressed on Arthur’s conscious. Perhaps in his weariness, he’d
been too harsh on his lover…too judgmental where Eyla was
concerned…after all, hadn’t Arthur himself been tempted by the
harlot? Yet, the Roman’s pride would not allow the thought to
completely fade away.

“Angel,” Arthur gently called out her name and lifted his hand
to beckon Darya to return to his side. He knew that he should
take what little quiet time that he had to sleep, yet
something still nagged at Arthur…..he could not pinpoint the
source…but something still troubled him. Perhaps he would find
no rest until Scipio and Malcus would return.












Derfel

While continuing to unpack and arrange their belongings in the
new apartments he’d now be sharing with the two sisters…an
evident look of bewilderment filled his expression at that
prospect and Derfel had to force his tongue to remain silent.
Everything had happened so quickly….everything. And what role
had Drake had – if any – in the choosing of this particular
living arrangement? Derfel’s weary senses seemed to be telling
him that something was off here…but perhaps the other man was
as unsettled about all this as Derfel was. Linnette was
clearly not herself, and justifiably so….thus no doubt having
an affect on all those around her. And seeing Gedeon’s
things….well that had been painful for Derfel as well. But he
must do this…look after Gedeon’s widow and child for his best
friend’s sake as well as his wife’s. Still frowning with
heavier thoughts, Derfel continued his work at a steady pace
and in as much silence as he could. Voicing any of his
concerns at this point would surely bring on an argument that
Derfel most decidedly wished to avoid.
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Author: linnet
Date: Fri Jul 11, 2008 7:59 pm
Mother Lavinia


Lavinia was prepared to face the invasion of soldiers in
search of an escapee. Instead when the door opened she was
confronted with an invasion of bleeding, muddy, wet knights.
Three of them, all clearly participants in a drunken
donnybrook, followed by a young woman. The nun looked
heavenward and snorted in disgust. Lavinia knew exactly who
the three were, even with all the blood and dirt and swollen
features. And to think Arthur Castus had to command these
wretched rowdies.

Galahad
 
"Oh nooooooooooo Piss off. Anyone but her guys,
please.."


Gawain
 
“It will be OK, Galahad. Maybe she’ll just get you some
help.”


Lancelot
 
"Who, that old nun? She's harmless, pup. The right
words, and I'm sure you could have her singing your
praises from the top of the fortress chapel."


The Petulant One was the worst off, with blood spreading
across his midsection, in addition to the damage to his face.
Lavinia would have hailed a competent staffer to take care of
him, but his desperation to avoid her changed that idea.
Telling a nun to piss off….

She stood in front of Galahad who was being held up by the
other two. The old nun loved a good challenge, and was rising
to the occasion. “Piss off, eh?” she said ominously, as she
grabbed Galahad’s chin to raise his sagging head so that the
two of them were nose to nose. “Your mouth has just sealed
your fate, my boy. I will personally do the honors of
attending to you, you lucky fellow.”

Then she turned her attention to Gawain whose body slowly
seemed to draw back from her without really moving. “You just
keep quiet. This is exactly what I’d expect from you, you
filthy uncivilized heathen - drunken street fighting. If I
find out you’ve undone all my good work on your arm, it won’t
be the only part of you that’s useless for some time.”

With a malicious gleam in her eye, Lavinia next looked
Lancelot up and down, shaking her head. “You look terrible,”
she scolded. “I thought that you at least had enough brains to
stay out of tavern brawls. And just so you know, I don’t sing.
Now let’s get my next patient here to the nearest empty cot.”

The nun turned away from the knights to lead them to a bed for
Galahad. Then she stopped to see if the young woman was going
to follow along. “Young lady,” she said, still in intimidation
mode. “Are you unfortunate enough to be attached to one of
these irksome troublemakers? If so, we need to have a little
talk later. If not, why are you here?” She continued to the
open cot, and waited, impatiently tapping her foot as the two
knights who could still walk dragged the one who couldn’t
toward his fate.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Jul 11, 2008 9:29 pm
Ione


Mirtha's hand went to her cheek. There was a laugh.

Mirtha
 
"So how is your day, today?"


"I am well, Mirtha...," Ione smiled. She didn't want to tell
him that she had been getting sick in the mornings, and that
she had not eaten much...nothing sounded good. The young woman
ran her hands up and down his arms lovingly. Ione recalled
what Javier had told her of rushing into love, instead of
taking one's time to know the other better. Now that she
thought of it, Ione did not know Mirtha well except that he
was lonely, poor, and had few friends. "I hope I didn't keep
you awake all night," Ione tease remembering how she had
touched him, felt him growing hard....the way he had explored
every part of her body...the sweet deliciousness that came
from giving all of herself to him.

But what if he tired of her and left her? If only she could
know that he loved her enough to stay? Or would he be like
Javier: love her than leave her? Ione felt her stomach lurch,
and she lay her hands on it as if trying to calm the
sensation....

Mirtha
 
"Really?" "That... is... good..." "It was.. something
for me too"


This time, when Mirtha smiled, there was something...and
uneasiness there. Perhaps he, too, had his doubts concerning
her. To have him hold her in the light of the late afternoon.
The smile that was on his face.

Ione kissed him once more, then pulled back to study
Mirtha...Was he still pleased with her? Javier came to her
mine, and a sudden pang of guilt assaulted her making her
stomach churn. She had promised to love him all of her life
and he her, they had given themselves to one another at her
homestead....The growing love they had developed had made her
feel secure. Had she begun to love Mirtha knowing Javier would
not return...but what if he did return? She had seen the
Southerner mad only once or twice, and she had betrayed him
and their love?

Ione cared for Mirtha. They needed each other...he told her he
cared for her. Oddly enough, it all seemed so
natural...spontanious. Something about Mirtha made Ione feel
free, and not bound to the laws of any church. Now, as the
young woman felt one hand on her hip, and the other on her
face, Ione could not help but feel happy...though her stomach
ached a bit and she realized that she had not eaten much since
arriving back at the fort...

Mirtha
 
"Afternoon?!" "Well, you should wake me up. I hope the
stables are still standing!"


"Aye, I am sure they are, and that they are running just fine
without you," Ione smiled pulling away from Mirtha's grasp
with a sweet teasing smile. Her dark eyes almost seemed to
plead for him to just stay, but she knew he had his duties
just like she and everyone else...it would have been wrong to
keep him from them. Moving over to a nearby peg by the door,
Ione got Mirtha's cloak for him, and handed it to the man. She
looked down at the ground, reaching out to place a hand on his
arm, "Mirtha, you are more than welcome to live here with me
if you wish. Anything has to be better than a cold damp
stables...Please think about it?"

Ione felt that he liked her, but something deeper told her not
to get her hopes up too high. She had had many in her life
that had promised a lot, then left her with nothing to hope
for. Smiling at Mirtha, Ione said, "You should got before it
gets dark. Check on Tarik for me?" Ione hoped the pregnant
mare was alright...









Brendyn

Brendyn smelled and itched so bad from the dirt, grim, piss
and shit that clung to parts of his skin, that he all but ran
to the baths hoping to find a private spot where he could soak
his wound, and let the filth be washed away, so that he could
go back on duty. The young soldier did find a spot, and
stripped of his pants and worn boots. Grabbing a large towel
and some soap, Brendyn stepped down into the water.

There was a long heavy sigh as he lowered himself onto one of
the lower steps so that his shoulders down were submerged.
Peeling off the bandage from the wound, Brendyn lay it behind
him while he soaked the injury. Evana had done well, and his
arm was healing nicely. He lay back on the steps behind him
and closed his eyes. Relax.... He had gotten his first
compliment. He had done well. It still bothered him that well
trained soldiers had not been able to stop the woad's
escape...

Had there been another? Well the foot prints showed two
sets....but what occured in the dungeons that made her escape
even easier?...

Brendyn sighed again.

It had to be late afternoon, and he had not had anything to
eat....and despite that, he had thrown up during latrine duty
anyway....
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Sat Jul 12, 2008 12:27 am
Cassidy, Fleur, and Cáel


Cassidy's expression was unfathomable as she silently studied
Cáel. Normally, she would've just automatically despised him
like she did most humans, but she was mesmerized by his
oddness. His skin was pale like the snow, ghostly, almost
mirroring how her mother had appeared at her time of death,
although he was alive and quite animated regardless of
appearance. His hair was pitch black, save for a single white
streak running across his crown. It looked misplaced, like it
had somehow been put there on accident - it looked funny.
There was a hollowness under his eyes and to his cheekbones,
quite unbecoming for the man as otherwise Cassidy might've
thought him once handsome. Black orbs where vibrant eyes
should've been stared back at her with the same intensity she
watched him with. She might've been overwhelmingly intimidated
by him, if it weren't for the fact his smile was so warm, so
understanding and genuine. Admittedly, though, Cáel didn't
smell the greatest, and she idly wondered if he knew. There
was a frightening magic about him that Cassidy was
inexplicably drawn to, but she remained ambivalent as to what
to make of him.

Little eyes. Little teeth. Little fingers. Everything about
children was so...little. They were almost like real people,
but smaller - almost too small to matter. Cáel really didn't
like children. Children were nuisances. He could only hope
that Cassidy and Fleur were going to be worth more than their
trouble.

He watched Cassidy's perplexed expression slowly change as the
assessing continued. There was no longer any rude accusation
written across her features, nor obscene suspicion behind her
blue eyes. She looked younger than before, more vulnerable in
her youthful curiosity. Perhaps all the girl needed was a bit
of unconditional kindness, a speck of gentle persuasion. She
was still a child after all - on the verge of adolescence, yes
- but still a child nonetheless. And, children were
exceptionally naive, prone to being trustworthy. It wouldn't
take much on his part to get her to trust him.

Cáel eased back onto the cot across from Cassidy, elbows
against his knees, hands folded in front of him.

"Fleur seems happy," he spoke up, breaking the tedious silence
between them. "You care well for your sister, Cassidy. Your
mother would be proud."

Cassidy's brow puckered and her lips parted, but she was
speechless. She wasn't used to receiving such praise - from
anyone - let alone a near-complete stranger. Her spirits
should've been lifted by his kind words, but instead they left
her feeling rather dejected. Her blonde hair framed her thin
face as she bowed her head frowning, hands moving to her lap,
and fingers idly plucking at the material of her purple dress.
She shrugged a shoulder up to her ear.

"My mother..." Cassidy croaked quietly, voice drifting, and
she shook her head slightly.

"Oh, I did not mean to make you feel bad, darling," the Goth
replied, frowning in false concern. He reached across with one
large hand and lightly engulfed one of her balled up fists
soothingly. "I'm sure she's watching over you and your sister
as we speak - and you know what? - she's smiling."

Cáel gave the twelve year old an encouraging grin as she
lifted her face, before withdrawing his hand from hers and
pressing his knuckles against his thigh. He glanced over his
shoulder to see Fleur tunneling between three men who stood
near the entrance (Gawain, Galahad, Lancelot) to get past
them. The long-haired one and the young one Cáel recognized
from the tavern. Dark eyes swiveled from them to focus on the
tall drink of water in their company a brief moment. Heavens
above, he was a beautiful dark angel! The Goth could almost
feel the texture of Lancelot's curly hair as it knotted
between his digits, the hardness of the other man's soldier's
body pressed up against his in a passionate tussle. Cáel bet
he tasted divine, too, but alas, it wasn't meant to be, at
least not now while he had to play the role of a grieving
widower.

The Goth sighed longingly, turning his attention to Fleur as
she bounded up to him.

"There was nothin' in that one pouch you said!" Fleur said,
alarmed. "I thought you said our presents was there!"

Cáel's palm went flat against his chest with an exaggerated
gasp of surprise. Then, he picked up the little blonde and
placed her on his knee, glancing with a wry smile between her
and her sister.

"You know what? I bet Betelgeuse would know what happened to
your gifts," the man admitted, with a tsk.

"Who's that?" Fleur inquired curiously.

"My horse," Cáel answered. "I bet he snuck your treats just as
I turned my back. He likes sweet things. I bet he'd just love
to nibble you right up!"

He tickled Fleur in the ribcage, and she howled with laughter.
Even Cassidy cracked a half-smile in mild amusement. Fleur
collected herself then, placing a small hand on the back of
Cáel's neck as she turned toward him.

"But...but if he 'ate-ed' our presents, then how can we get
'em?" she wondered, her bottom lip pouting.

The Goth chortled, his hand slapping Fleur's leg gently.

"Well, not to worry, dear. I'm sure you'd much rather see
Betelgeuse happy, hm? Do you girls like horses?" he wondered.

"Yeah!" Fleur cooed, bright-eyed.

"Good!" Cáel replied, matching her enthusiasm. "Then, how's
about tomorrow morning, the three of us go and see him, hm?"

The younger of the sisters readily agreed of course, but
Cassidy was slightly hesitant about the man's invitation. She
chewed on the inside of her cheek in thought. Cáel's gaze met
hers, and he hunkered forward slightly, his lop-sided grin
inviting.

"What do you say, Cassidy? Would you like to see my horse?
Ride him maybe?" he asked her.

The twelve year old was hesitant still, even though the
thought of riding a horse - something she had never
experienced - was unbearably tempting. She eyed Cáel warily,
her tone cautious: "And, then we can come right back here?"

"Of course," the Goth replied with an affirmative nod,
shifting back on the cot again. "If that is what you wish. I
will never make you go anywhere or do anything you don't want
to, Cassidy."

Cáel was giving Cassidy a choice, and somehow he knew she
would appreciate it. Cassidy sighed as her gaze briefly met
her little sister's. It was because of the love she had for
Fleur that ultimately the older girl finally agreed to go
along.
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Author: Darya
Date: Sat Jul 12, 2008 2:29 am
Darya


The female Sarmatian had almost spilled a good deal of water
as she intended to just fill the mug with it…simply because
she had kept pouring while losing herself in thoughts…
However, the woman had noticed her almost-mishap just in time
to avoid the worst…and had carefully lifted the really full
mug to her lips instead to sip some of the water… Both her
hands clasped the mug as her gaze returned to the flames in
the hearth. The woman just stared at the fire, drinking a bit
of water every now and then…but mainly trying put herself a
bit at ease again. If that was possible at all considering the
current situation they were all in…regarding the Woad threat
and all the injured men…or the damages the last Woad attacks
had caused to some buildings. And on top of that all was
Arthur’s injury. Darya wished she had asked Neeve about how
serious the Roman’s wound really was when she had had the
chance…

Arthur
 
“Angel,”


Hearing her lover’s quiet voice, Darya turned her head
slightly to look at him over shoulder. He had his eyes
open…even though she had expected him to be asleep by now. She
studied his face for a rather long moment before she placed
the mug back onto the table next to her and then moved to
return to the bed. The dark-haired knelt on the mattress with
the thick drapery of her dress spreading around her like a
small dark lake. She took the hand Arthur had lifted into both
of hers and just held it gently, her thumbs brushing over its
back slowly…almost soothingly… Her long dark hair fell loosely
over her shoulders and the Sarmatian kept her gaze on their
joined hands for a moment before she finally actually looked
at Arthur again…

“Is there anything you need?”, she finally asked quietly,
“…something I can do for you to help you rest?” The woman
tilted her head slightly but her hands continued their soft
movements around Arthur’s. “Refresh you maybe? There is still
some water in the wash basin…”, the dark-haired added with a
faint smile, wishing her lover would not look so vulnerable
right now…but knowing that such severe injuries as the one he
had suffered always took their toll…even from the strongest
men…
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Jul 13, 2008 8:37 am
Linnette and Linnesse


The new quarters, Linnette supposed, were quite comfortable.

There were two rooms, the outer larger than the inner, and
each of them had a window, which made it easy to divide up the
sleeping arrangements. Linnesse and Derfel took the smaller,
inner room- something which Linnette did not grudge them, as
she didn’t want to have to invade their privacy by going
through their room at all. In the larger, outer room, they
strung a curtain across about a third of the room, dividing
off one corner plus the window, and that area, behind the
curtain, was Linnette’s sleeping area. There was just room for
her bed, against the wall- and it was the same bed she had
slept in with Gedeon, Linnette had made scrupulously sure of
that- her clothing chest, and Gedeon’s saddlebags, still
unopened, on the floor between them. There was no more than a
triangle of floor space behind the curtain- but it was enough,
when the time came, for a cradle. It had given Linnette a
queer feeling in her stomach when Linnesse had mentioned that.
A cradle- a baby. It was hard to picture herself with a baby.

The rest of the outer room, the portion not divided off by the
curtain, they made into a little common area. The larger table
and a couple of chairs were there (the smaller one was in
Linnesse and Derfel’s room), as well as a padded couch that
Linnesse had sweet-talked off another neighbor- not Drake- who
apparently had no room for it. Linnette felt privately amazed
at the way Linnesse had just gone out and done that, just gone
out and started a conversation and come back telling Derfel he
needed to help move another piece of furniture- but she had.
She had changed a lot.

And she continued in “take-charge” mode throughout the
afternoon, even though Linnette could see the tiredness behind
her eyes, see the slight slump of her shoulders that told of
growing exhaustion. When things were mostly moved into place,
she had re-cleaned and re-bandaged Linnette’s hands,
confirming that one of the bones in the left one was probably
cracked, and Linnette had told her, in a low voice, while
Derfel was in the other room, how it had happened. She had
left Drake’s presence out of the tale, not wanting to have to
defend him again, but she knew that Linnesse could guess that
Linnette had had some kind of help with bandaging. She didn’t
ask who it had been, though, and Linnette didn’t volunteer the
information.

She felt all hollow inside, expressionless. The anger that had
flared repeatedly throughout the day was gone, and tears were,
too, for the moment. She just felt empty- a great hole filling
her insides. Tired, too. But mostly just empty. Going through
the motions. Doing what was required, moving furniture and
objects and pronouncing them good, but feeling none of it.
Empty.

The new quarters, Linnette supposed, were quite comfortable.
But without Gedeon there, how much did that matter at all?
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