Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to Na The Past. We hope you enjoy your visit.


You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.


Join our community!


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
  • Pages:
  • 1
  • 6
  • 10
July 2008
Topic Started: Apr 3 2010, 09:33 PM (2,361 Views)
golden_trillium

Admin
Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon Jul 14, 2008 1:25 pm

Arthur


Darya turned to meet Arthur’s gaze after he’d softly beckoned
to her, yet she did not immediately return to his side. The
lines that had formed across Arthur’s brow from exhaustion and
concern deepened slightly as he watched her. What was it?
Emerald eyes never left her seemingly troubled expression as
Arthur watched his lover set her mug down on the table and
finally return to the bed beside him. She accepted his
outstretched hand and pressed his thick sword calloused
fingers between her softer slender ones; the tender gesture
some indication that Arthur still held Darya’s heart…but the
Roman sensed something had changed since he’d last been with
his beautiful Sarmatian lover…..

…had she changed her heart? Was there now someone else? What?

Darya
 
“Is there anything you need? …something I can do for you
to help you rest? Refresh you maybe? There is still some
water in the wash basin…”


Arthur attempted to meet Darya’s fragile smile with one of his
own, but the gesture did not quite reach his eyes. The
Commander was certainly in need of rest and the only way
Arthur would find it was to purge all tension from his mind
and tired body. Considering he carried the weight of the world
on his broad shoulders….a near impossible task. But there was
one small and simple thing that Darya could do to distract
Arthur from heavier thoughts….including her previous
encounters with Eyla - ‘Previous’ being the hopefully key
word.

“At this moment, I would be grateful for a kiss,” Arthur
finally answered as his mouth formed a little more of an
affectionate smile for his lover. His brilliant green eyes
softened with the tone of his voice; his lips remained
slightly parted waiting for the comfort of hers and the sweet
taste Arthur had only just now realized he’d missed so much.
Had he made the right choice? Or had Arthur’s heart remained
in the possession of another? Not wanting to face the dark and
pain filled crevices of his troubled heart right now, the
Roman gently squeezed at Darya’s tiny fingers and prayed she’d
have mercy on him and fulfill his simple request.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
golden_trillium

Admin
Author: Pinkie
Date: Mon Jul 14, 2008 4:03 pm
Amadeus


Merlin
 
"Oh, you want this one? 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? Come,
come, let us not take all night,"


There was something portentuous about the way Merlin smiled.
Amadeus would not admit it, but that smile was the stuff of
nightmares. It was the kind of smile that accompanied a knife
in the groin, the kind of smile that a man wore when covered
from head to foot in someone else's blood. It was the smile of
an unstable man - except everything else about Merlin spoke of
mental stability... as much as Amadeus would hate to admit it.
He was poised. He had dismissed the strife amongst his people
with ease and was now looking expectantly at him as if they
had been waiting for him all along.

The Optio cleared his throat and glanced over at Mordred and
then over his shoulder at Tristan. He tensed his jaw and shut
his eyes, inclining his head to indicate the Scout to release
the first prisoner. He looked back over to Mordred and
gestured with a long-fingered gloved hand for him to come
forward. His grey eyes then swivelled back to Merlin and he
smiled. It was a chilly smile - one that he hoped was as
bone-shattering as the one Merlin had given him but somehow he
knew he had fallen short.

"Well isn't this nice. We're all friends now hmm?" he replied
sarcastically, watching as the first prisoner scurried away.
He glanced over his shoulder to watch Tristan unleash a second
man before looking back to Merlin - "Whenever you're ready..."
he said with mock civility, stepping back and making a broad
sweep of his hand towards the hut where Tristan was still
lingering. His grey eyes flickered to Barbattus and twitched
into a narrowed squint, warning the man to keep a close eye on
things whilst he was in the hut.









Galahad

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


Gawain
 
“I know that,”


Galahad was not likely to believe that all too quickly. For
whilst Lancelot was a good soldier to have at his back, there
was little else about the First Knight that endeared him to
the others. Dependable, Sarmatian to the core - he was the
kind of man that you loved to hate and yet despite that
Galahad was pretty certain each and every one of them would
lay down their lives for Lancelot. Without question or
hesitation. It went with being a Sarmatian in Britain.

Fiona
 
"No,"


Lancelot
 
"Well, Galahad, you sound like one. And those giant,
soft eyes of yours - and couldn't you have gone easier
on mine? Jesu,"


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


No?! Just 'no'?!

What about his eyes?! They weren't fucking soft! They were
intense eyes - the eyes of a warrior, the eyes of a killer!
Soft -- for the love of the gods! Galahad almost turned and
petulantly reemed off a description of every man he had ever
killed just to prove a point - he was not a puppy! He was not
a child - he was as fierce a warrior as Lance-bloody-lot was!
His big, pitiful brown eyes turned to Gawain looking for
support as he got tangled in the two men's arms, his own
hanging miserably down behind the two Sarmatians.

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. 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."


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


Mother Lavinia
 
“Piss off, eh? Your mouth has just sealed your fate, my
boy. I will personally do the honors of attending to
you, you lucky fellow. 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. You look
terrible, 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.”


Galahad flinched when the woman pinched his chin between her
thumb and fingers, bony fingers. Bony cold fingers! The young
Sarmatian pouted when he realised he had not the bravery or
ability to pull his head away completely but his eyes did
widen and he looked pleadingly at Gawain, Lancelot and then
Fiona when he was accused of telling her to 'piss off'. He
blubbed a bit, lips bubbling as she continued to speak over
his pathetic attempts to tell her that he had been telling
Fiona to piss off, not the nun.

However, he had little say in it and was led away towards a
cot, backwards, his head drooping as he sighed. Lavinia was
bantering at Fiona now and Galahad looked at Gawain, pleading
with his big soft puppy-dog eyes.

"Please Gawain... Lancelot... don't leave me with her. You
heard what she said.. I'd rather... I'd rather... I'd rather
face Alina's wrath right now than have her bony fingers poking
at me. She called me a filthy, uncivilised heathen!!" the
young man said in a groan as he was sat down on the bed. His
hand lashed out and gripped at Lancelot's arm, trying to hold
at least one of them - his other hand was wrapped about his
middle to hold his innards inside.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
golden_trillium

Admin
Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon Jul 14, 2008 6:45 pm
Merlin and Tristan


Amadeus
 
"Well, isn't this nice. We're all friends now, hmm?”


Merlin said nothing to that…but the look he gave Scipio was
enough to drop a man in his tracks. His eyebrows raised in
something like surprise, but his mouth set itself into an ugly
sneer, one of utter contempt and disgust, which made it clear
that he thought of the Romans as nothing but the maggots and
filth they were. The comment might have been made
sarcastically- but Merlin was not amused, not in the
slightest. Well, not by that. He was rather amused at the way
Scipio was obviously trying to intimate by his pretentious
glares hat he was the one in charge here- and next to Merlin
himself, failing miserably. The Woad leader could almost taste
the other man’s fear- and it was sweet to him, something
delectable to savor after yesterday’s bitter defeat. Merlin’s
face settled into a predatory half-smile as Scipio gestured
toward the hut, his nervousness showing despite his bravado.

Amadeus
 
“Whenever you're ready..."


Merlin gave a mock-gracious smile, as heavy on the sarcasm as
the Roman’s own words, but more confident, as he took a step
forward, advancing towards his now-freed men. The three of
them walked slowly over to join the others, rubbing
circulation back into recently-bound wrists and hobbling a
little as blood flowed back into their legs. About halfway to
the hut, Merlin stopped them with a tiny gesture and arched an
eyebrow in silent question- Who did this to you? He was fully
expecting them to indicate the Romans, despite Scipio’s
statement that they had found the men already bound- and it
was with a jolt of surprise that Merlin saw the men, with
quite a few nervous glances, make motions toward Guinevere, of
all people- and then join the group as far away from her as
possible. Guinevere? But that didn’t make any sense at all.
Perhaps they didn’t really mean her, but meant to indicate
something else by that- that a woman had done it, or…what?
Merlin couldn’t for the life of him think what it could mean.
But he threw Guinevere a preemptive stern glance anyway,
before continuing on his way to the hut. He would get to the
bottom of this later, as well as Mona’s injuries, and
everything else. Clearly, he had a lot to catch up on.

The slave was still in the hut as Merlin approached closer,
dragging out the body of the man who had been killed inside
the hut. Eying the Woad leader with warily smoldering eyes-
that man could have had more presence than Scipio did in his
little finger, though Merlin knew from previous encounters
that the scout seemed to prefer not to, to stay in the
background of things- Tristan laid the body of the second dead
Woad alongside the first, then slid his eyes over towards
Scipio for some indication of what he was to do next. He
seemed uneasy with the whole situation- as well he might.
Magnanimously, affecting a friendly smile, Merlin gestured for
the scout to stay, not to back away from the hut after all.

“By all means, Optio, keep your man with you if you’d like. I
will take one of mine, too…” Merlin turned and beckoned to
Nolan, then spread his hands, almost disarmingly charming,
now.

“And then we shall both feel more comfortable, hmm?” There was
a veiled barb under the words that suggested that Scipio was
the one who needed to be made more comfortable- but in truth
Merlin thought bringing Nolan with him was a sensible
precaution. Just in case. He advanced the rest of the way to
the hut doorway, not missing the way the slave’s hands
clenched into fists at his sides- but he was well-trained as a
lap dog, and would not stray from his master’s orders, Merlin
was fairly sure of that.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
golden_trillium

Admin
Author: Lancelot
Date: Mon Jul 14, 2008 7:36 pm

Lancelot


Gawain
 
“I know that...It will be OK, Galahad, maybe she’ll just
get you some help,”


Lancelot grunted again, but he'd seen Gawain's smile, even if
he didn't answer it with one of his own. His face was too
sore, and even when he was in a rare good mood, Lancelot
didn't grace many people with a smile.

Not a real one. Only one person saw that, and that person was
likely busy with his other lov-

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


That was worth a smirk. Lancelot cocked a dirty eyebrow at
Gawain, and flashed dangerous white teeth at him. "You're on,
my friend."

Mother Lavinia
 
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...You look terrible. 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.”


Lancelot tried to not smile further, but he couldn't help it
as the nun worked her best to chap Galahad's hide - and
Gawain's and his own, and the little Woad girl's. He did
notice, however, that she wasn't quite as tetchy with him as
her tone had been with the others. "Five, you say?" he mouthed
to Gawain, and then winked his non-swollen eye. He and the
other knight manhandled the younger one to the cot Lavinia
indicated, and when Galahad was seated, Lancelot opened his
mouth to begin his work on the nun.

Galahad
 
Please Gawain... Lancelot... don't leave me with her.
You heard what she said.. I'd rather... I'd rather...
I'd rather face Alina's wrath right now than have her
bony fingers poking at me. She called me a filthy,
uncivilised heathen!!"


Lancelot tilted his head and stared down at Galahad, his
angular face pulling into an all too frequently seen
expression of annoyance. He didn't pull his arm out of
Galahad's grip, but slid a few fingers between his flesh and
the pup's hand to loosen the hold.

"Ow," he said. "That is my arrow-wounded arm. And besides, my
little brother, you are at this moment an uncivilised heathen.
Just like the rest of us!" He laughed, although the sound did
not reach his eyes - or rather eye, as the one that had taken
Galahad's elbow was swollen shut.

Turning to the nun, he finally removed Galahad's vice like
hold on him, and tried to give her convincing and contrite.
"Lady, I shouldn't expect you take the time to sing. After
all, you run a busy valetudinarium here, and I'm sure
we...heathens...take up an inordinate amount of your time.
However, I'm sure Galahad would be eternally grateful if you
would go gently with him...I know I would be very happy if you
could help him without making him squeal," he turned and gave
Galahad a horrid, dark, one-eyed glare. "He is young, and
somewhat untried." The last sentence came with a resounding
sigh. He lifted his uninjured eye, and gazed - rather
beguilingly, he thought - at the old nun, his lashes long and
thick and giving his gaze a slightly liquid look.

"For Arthur, my lady," he said finally, and touched her arm
gently, with the utmost of patience and respect.

By the gods, but he loved this.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
golden_trillium

Admin
Author: Pinkie
Date: Tue Jul 15, 2008 6:53 am
Saoirse


It had only been her intention to keep her eyes closed long
enough that she wouldn't have to look at the accusing eyes of
Bors, but after a short time with her eyes shut, the draining
emotionally charged last few hours caught up with her, and in
no time the red head was fast asleep. She didn't even hear
Vanora's approach or departure. One of her arms was crossed
over Dagonet's stomach and her face was tilted down to the
base of his neck, her chin tight against his shoulder.

Thankfully her slumber was dreamless - she floated in
nothingness and was not subjected to a terrible recounting of
her last conversation with Dagonet's dead son. She was not
tortured with nightmares of Dagonet not returning. It was
nothingness, blissful, unintrusive nothingness and she
delighted in it. When she did stir to the waking world it was
slowly and with a gentle groan...

Dagonet
 
"Love...? Are you sleeping?"


Oh his voice had been quiet, gentle and as intrusive as her
slumber, but the rumble of his voice was enough to wake her.
Blue eyes were squinted as Saoirse came to - lifting her head
adn giving a protesting groan at the pain in her neck from the
awkward way she had slept. She moved the hand from Dagonet's
stomach and rubbed the back of her neck irritably, her grouchy
face screwed up for a short time while she woke. And when she
finally came to the waking world in full force, her eyes
widened and she looked down at Dagonet in surprise -

"Wha'? Are ye alrigh'?" she murmured, placing a hand on the
top of his chest, her fingers feeling the warmth of his skin
at his collarbones whilst her eyes roved over his face for any
signs of pain or discomfort. Seeing nothing there that had not
been there before, Saoirse slowly sat up, a hand flat against
the bed beside Dagonet's shoulder. Her eyes were drawn to a
stickiness between their bodies and she saw that the wound on
her thigh had bled out during her rest and had left a dark
stain on her dress and a similar patch on Dagonet's breeches.

"Ooops -- " the Irish woman whispered, biting the side of her
lip as she used the edge of the sheet to dab at the man's
trousers, glancing up at him guiltily - "Didn' think it was so
bad as t'bleed like tha'..." she admitted sheepishly.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
golden_trillium

Admin
Author: Darya
Date: Tue Jul 15, 2008 8:55 am
Darya


It actually took the dark Sarmatian a while to realize that
she was finally alone with Arthur. And now, as she was
kneeling next to him, holding his hand, Darya felt incredibly
emotional...and she was not sure if that was caused by the
pregnancy...or the situation in general...or by all that had
happened in the last days without her lover by her side...or
all together. Her hands gently squeezed the Roman's while her
dark gaze lingered on his face.

Arthur
 
"At this moment, I would be grateful for a kiss,"


Those words...this simple wish went straight into the centre
of Darya's heart. If Arthur knew that she would have done
anything for him in this moment? There was not much that she
would not do for the Commander in general...but in this
moment, even those last restrictions were gone. She just
looked at Arthur for another rather long moment but the
expression in her eyes changed from troubled to loving and
caring...and she lifted his hand a bit more until she could
press her lips to its warm skin. Only then did she release her
lover's hand and pushed herself up onto her hands and
knees...inching a bit forward as she did so...until she was so
close to him that she could feel his breath against her own
skin.

...and then - just as her lover had requested - she kissed
him. Briefly...carefully, even a bit hesitant at
first...afraid of hurting him if she would lose her balance
and fall or stumble forward, yet affectionately. Then the
dark-haired pulled away a bit to just look at the Roman again,
searching his handsome face for the tiniest hint of extra-pain
that she perhaps had caused with her movements. Only then did
she dare to shift most of her wait onto one hand so that she
could lift the other to gently cup Arthur's cheek...and with a
warm small smile she leaned in to him once more to claim his
lips again. Longer...more passionate and less hesitant, yet
still carefully. It felt so incredibly good to taste her lover
again...to feel his lips against hers... A nearness that
helped the Sarmatian to ease a bit more...and to push the
surprise of running into Eyla in this very room aside for now.
And with that, the memories she connected with the harlot.
Right now, there was only Arthur and her...

At some point, Darya broke the kiss again but remained where
she was, pressing her forehead against Arthur's as she did so.
"I love you, Arthur...", the woman whispered, "...and I am so
incredibly glad to have you back alive..." The female
Sarmatian paused and silently vowed to thank the Gods for
sending Arthur back in one piece as soon as possible. Then she
kissed him again as if to underline her words with it. "Do you
know how much I need you...we....need you?", she added barely
audible with her lips still against his before shifting again
and allowing herself to lay down next to the Commander,
resting on her side to be able to look at him properly while
falling silent. She had given a subtle hint. The first step
was made...even though Darya was aware of the different
meaning this 'we' could have in this case. However, she was
just not sure how else to gently approach the topic. Merciful
Gods, please help us...
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
golden_trillium

Admin
Author: lady ione
Date: Tue Jul 15, 2008 9:11 am
Adian


As he sat in front of the fire with Tatiana eating their meal,
Adian had a lot to think about. He was moving a bit too fast,
possibly from the untimely death of someone he felt he would
never find another like. Thorn had been his everything. His
reason for living....and the child had sealed that secret vow
they had shared. A child he'd never see. Adian took a sip of
wine, watching Tatiana loosen the braid he had done...slowly
and seductivly. But was he really honestly really to place his
heart out there again? Really ready to give Tatiana that
sacred love that he had shared with Thorn? Thorn would have
wanted him to move on, but he could not allow his heart to do
so...

Ione had been the only other one he had loved, had protected,
had given his heart to. They had grown up together, and had
shared a taste of love only twice. Those huge dark chocolate
eyes, the long auburn hair the color of rusty autumn leaves in
sunlight. He had come to the fort looking for her....

Tatiana
 
"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."


He watched her as she looked about the room until her eyes met
his, and he shifted a bit. Watching her was making his pants a
bit uncomfortable...especially the image of her naked body in
the water. Damn it all! He should have just made love to her
then. Controlling the feelings he fought to suppress for fear
he'd hurt Tatiana..."take" her without her permission, Adian
gestured toward the empty bed that had been Thorn's, "You are
welcome to stay here. These are servant's quarters after all.
Better than sleeping in a stables." And when I leave the
fort...if I do....this can be yours...if you marry me in the
Spring... He wanted to make her feel comfortable, not afraid,
and so he'd control himself around her until the time was
right.

Until she was willing, and he had released his heart.

Tatiana
 
"Besides Wogan, what other pets do you have?"


"Wogan and Llawen are it as far as pets," Adian said.
Tatiana's whole features were enveloping him deeper in his
feelings. Looking down at the furs, then back at Tatiana,
Adian finally told her the truth which she deserve, "I like
you Tatiana, and I want you to marry me..." He swallowed hard.
The most he expected was for her to slap him. "The way you
looked in the light of the baths...the way your eyes looked
into mine...your kiss...you are so lovely." Getting up from
where he sat, he moved to the window and looked out at the
afternoon as if grasping for the right words, "I know this is
all very fast, and we can wait until Spring, but I wanted to
ask you now....I know it is very soon from when Thorn died,
but the way I am feeling, if I don't cast my heart out soon,
then I fear that I never will be able to....I need you in my
life, before my love turns cold and I have nothing left to
give."

In his heart, Adian knew it was VERY soon after Thorn's death,
but he could already feel himself beginning to close up to
love. He needed to love again, and to have hope....Tatiana was
a mixture of Thorn and Ione together, but she was totally
herself none the less...
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
golden_trillium

Admin
Author: Starbelle
Date: Tue Jul 15, 2008 2:32 pm
Tatiana


Sitting in the comfortable silence listening to the fire
crackle and pop in the fireplace , Tatiana glanced at him over
the rim of her glass, waiting for him to break the quietness
that had desended in the room.

Adian
 
"You are welcome to stay here. These are servant's
quarters after all. Better than sleeping in a stables."


"Thank you, Adian. I appreciate that very much." She replied
gratefully, glancing over at the bed that he'd just indicated
to her.

Adian
 
"I like you Tatiana, and I want you to marry me..." "The
way you looked in the light of the baths...the way your
eyes looked into mine...your kiss...you are so lovely."
"I know this is all very fast, and we can wait until
Spring, but I wanted to ask you now....I know it is very
soon from when Thorn died, but the way I am feeling, if
I don't cast my heart out soon, then I fear that I never
will be able to....I need you in my life, before my love
turns cold and I have nothing left to give."


After hearing him speak and hearing his declaration of
marriage towards her, at first Tatiana felt like she was in a
wonderful dream, one that she didn't want to wake up from, but
after glancing deeply into his eyes, and seeing his feelings
for her in them, she knew that there was only one answer that
she could and would give him in reply. "Yes, Adian. Yes, I
would be honored to marry you and intertwine our lives
together." Tatiana replied to him, feeling a blush heat her
cheeks, warming them and changing her eyes to a darker green
with the emotion that she was feeling.

Getting up from the furs herself, Tatiana walked over to where
he stood and reaching over, placed one tiny hand on his arm,
the other one one his shoulder and glancing up at him from
under her eyelids, balanced herself on tip-toes to softly kiss
his cheek.

"I like you too, Adian, you're a very special person. I'm so
very glad that our paths crossed in the tavern that day..its
almost...as if...Thorn herself placed us together. There's a
uniqueness to you, Adian, one that doesn't appear very often.
I'm glad that we got this chance to be together. I'm looking
forward to the Spring."

Looks like I didn't mess anything up and I got a safer place
to sleep at night.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
golden_trillium

Admin
Author: linnet
Date: Tue Jul 15, 2008 7:48 pm

Gawain


Lancelot
 
"You're on, my friend. Five, you say?"


Lancelot gave Gawain a look exactly like a sleek cat would
wear the moment before it pounced on an unsuspecting mouse.
The blond knight merely nodded and tried to keep his own sure
smile from being too apparent. Better to let the First Knight
think he actually had a chance to win. He could try every
trick in the Lancelot Book of Charm, and still Gawain felt
certain that Lavinia just did not smile – ever. And if by some
fluke she did, it sure as hell wouldn’t be at one of the
Sarmatians she treated like week-old garbage.

The old woman was even now lashing into poor Fiona who was only
standing around, not even in the way. Gawain had all he could
do to keep Galahad upright, but he turned his head and tried
to catch Fioana’s attention. He gave the girl a quick smile
and a deliberate wink. If she wanted to hang around and watch
the show, he didn’t mind if she told Lavinia she was with him.
He wasn’t factoring in the ‘little talk’ that Fiona would face
later, or he’d have realized he was doing the young Woad no
favor.

Galahad acted as if he were being dragged to the gallows, as
Gawain and Lancelot had to lift and pull him to the bed where
Lavinia waited. The youngest knight’s eyes were pleading for a
reprieve. When he was deposited onto the bed, he clung
desperately to Lancelot’s arm – the arm that had been wounded.
Gawain scowled at his best friend, who was beginning to seem
like an out of control hazard to anyone in his reach. The
blond knight’s eyes, however, revealed concern rather than
anger.

Galahad
 
"Please Gawain... Lancelot... don't leave me with her.
You heard what she said.. I'd rather... I'd rather...
I'd rather face Alina's wrath right now than have her
bony fingers poking at me. She called me a filthy,
uncivilised heathen!!"


‘No,” Gawain said with more patience than he thought he had
left. “I’m the one she called a filthy, uncivilized heathen.
Alina isn’t here, and you can’t wait to get patched up. You
don’t have a choice. So just settle down, suck it up, and let
Lavinia do her job. I’ll be right here. I’m not leaving you
alone.” He stood in front of Galahad, resting his hand on the
younger knight’s shoulder. It was as much to make a quick grab
in case of an attempted escape, as for brotherly reassurance.

Meanwhile, Lancelot was chatting up the cantankerous nun.

Lancelot
 
"Lady, I shouldn't expect you take the time to sing.
After all, you run a busy valetudinarium here, and I'm
sure we...heathens...take up an inordinate amount of
your time. However, I'm sure Galahad would be eternally
grateful if you would go gently with him...I know I
would be very happy if you could help him without making
him squeal. He is young, and somewhat untried. For
Arthur, my lady."


Gawain kept one eye on Lavinia’s face. He wasn’t about to let
Lancelot claim that he coaxed a smile from her when the shaggy
knight wasn’t looking. Oh, Arthur's First was smooth, and had
a whole bagful of tricks. But Gawain just gave him an
exaggerated look of sympathy, and surreptitiously but
pointedly held up his hand for Lancelot to see, with all five
fingers extended.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
golden_trillium

Admin
Author: lady ione
Date: Tue Jul 15, 2008 10:24 pm
Brendyn


The young soldier had been so tired that he had totally gotten
lost in a sort of restless sleep, and when he stirred, he was
submersed in the bath up to his shoulders. There had been a
gentle slope out of the pool, and he had leaned back on it and
had dozed off. Dark blue eyes slowly opened and looked about
at the sky. It was almost dusk and he had a lot more of his
duty to carry out before he slept. Stretching slowly so as not
to pull the stitches Evana had patched his wound up with,
Brendyn made his way out of the bath feeling and smelling way
cleaner than he had for a long time. His lean well toned form
made it's way over to his...his....

...uniform? He had forgotten his uniform. Damn it all to hell!
Can't anything go right? All he had were the soiled breeches
he had worn earlier, and he had ditched his tunic somewhere
between the gate and the baths. Perhaps there was a short cut
to the Roman quarters, because after a wonderful bath, he was
determined not to put back on the dirty smelly pants. Not far
off, Brendyn spotted a servant, and inquired about getting his
Roman uniform. The servant nodded, and went off to fetch
Brendyn's uniform. He waited, drying himself off with one of
the soft towels. A relaxed sigh escaped his lips. Brendyn
hoped for guard duty at the wall, but perhaps they did not
have him scheduled for anything just now. It would give him
time for evening prayer, and pay respects to his fellow
soldiers and his ex Commander...

The servant returned with the uniform in neat condition, and
Brendyn thanked the man before donning the outfit, and placing
the boots on. With another stretch, Brendyn proudly placed the
cloak over his shoulders, and made his way to the roster to
check on duties for the night...
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
golden_trillium

Admin
Author: sabor ice
Date: Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:22 am
Milan


Mari
 
"Why were you scared? Was it people were you scared of?
Your family? I used to be scared of thunder until Kolya
told me it was the gods shouting."


Milan bowed his head, a stray chuckle escaping his lips at her
confession. He didn't laugh because she had claimed to be once
frightened of thunder - he laughed because he thought her
brave, and it was difficult for him to imagine her cowering
from a part of nature. The wry laughter quickly diminished,
but the smile momentarily remained, his unfocused blue eyes
staring at her hands against the flat of his torso. He raised
a hand to hers, his fingers idly tracing her smaller
appendages one by one. He frowned deeply then, his brow slowly
forming a pensive line as he thought how to best answer her,
without putting the fear of the Devil in her, and without
bringing forth all of the painful memories he so fervently
dreamed of forgetting. But, his attempt at resistance was
futile. His vivid memories plagued his every waking moment
with brutal intensity, and then terrorized his very soul to
the core in sleep. The demons he carried within him were
things nightmares were created from. Impenetrable darkness.
The epitome of evil.

"I...I ccan't..." he moaned out hoarsely, shaking his head,
chewing on his quivering bottom lip. He couldn't talk about
it.

He hissed in a sharp breath, releasing an involuntary shudder
as he turned away from her. Absentmindedly he brought his hand
to his marked wrist, palm scrubbing furiously at the inked
skin. His shoulders hunched up to his ears, every tendon in
his back visibly tensed even through his tunic, as his heavy,
sluggish movements finally led him to the edge of the bed. He
reached out and felt for the mattress, his trembling form
nearly collapsing onto it. He hunkered forward, his rocking
subtle and rhythmless. He tried to hide his tortured
expression with one hand, and he turned his free palm outward
toward Mari.

"Please...don' look...at mme..." Milan pleaded, deep sobs
rapidly welling up from within his chest without his
permission. He didn't want to face her like this.
"Don'...ll..ook at me...Mari..."
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
golden_trillium

Admin
Author: Kayla
Date: Wed Jul 16, 2008 7:30 am

Fiona


The bantering between the knights, Fiona had to admit, was
amusing. Galahad was clearly the target of most of what
Lancelot was saying and the nickname 'puppy' engrained itself
in the young woad's mind. Of course, it seemed that the young
Sarmatian didn't particularly enjoy the teasing, and the young
woman shared almost the same sentiment. She had been the
youngest of her siblings and more like a tag along most of the
time than actually part of something, although Brianna had
always done her best to include her sister.

Mother Lavinia
 
“Piss off, eh? Your mouth has just sealed your fate, my
boy. I will personally do the honors of attending to
you, you lucky fellow.


Fiona watched as the nun came towards Galahad and her bright
blue eyes studied the woman for a moment, instantly realizing
as she opened her mouth to speak to the knights what they had
been talking about moments earlier. She didn't miss the look
that he gave to the three of them, looking like he was about
to be sent to his death and she felt a flash of pity for him
in that moment, despite his earlier remarks towards her. The
woman hadn't realized that he had been telling the woad to
piss off, not the nun and it was obviously sealing his fate,
as she had told him.

Mother Lavinia
 
“Young lady, 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?”


The woad was a bit surprised when, after finishing with her
bantering at the Sarmatians, Lavinia turned her attention
towards the young woman. This surprise showed on her face for
a moment and she resisted the urge to turn around and run.
Lavinia was intimidating and even though she had faced battles
and men with swords, the nun was a whole different thing. She
couldn't escape this or even really do anything except for
answer the question.

"Um ..." Fiona trailed off as she caught sight of Gawain turn
towards her while dragging Galahad off to a free cot and his
smile and wink made her feel a bit more brave. She flashed him
a quick smile before looking up at the woman again. "I'm, um,
with Gawain and I came to help," she told Lavinia, gesturing
her hand towards the trio ahead. She still didn't know if she
would even be able to help now, but at least she had told the
woman the truth. The woad had never been much good at lying
around people that intimidated her (probably the only reason
that she had been able to do so well when it came to
distracting the guards, since she'd had intimidation from Ash
to do so), her father included. Even the threat of a 'little
talk' that she would probably have to face didn't make the
woad fabricate something to tell her.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
golden_trillium

Admin
Author: linnet
Date: Wed Jul 16, 2008 8:54 pm
Mother Lavinia


For all her bluster and confrontation, Lavinia didn’t hate the
Sarmatians. In fact, she was not hateful by nature, and not
prejudiced in her opinions toward any race or ethnic group.
Every adult, with the possible exception of Arthur Castus, who
passed through her infirmary, was treated to her sharp tongue
and scornful manner. For countless years she had borne the
heavy responsibility of running a complex and essential
medical facility. Her persona had developed as a way to
maintain control of the chaos. It also enabled her to
constantly let off steam. And it worked for her. She almost
never felt overwhelmed. She was the force that kept the
life-saving infirmary going.

That being said, however, there really was something
especially irritating about these Sarmatian knights. One had
only to look at them for one thing, or at least some of them.
Untrimmed beards, ratty uncut hair, clothing that looked like
something out of an ancient saga. They drank too much, swore
like sailors, chased after women, fathered bastards. They
lived as if they didn’t plan to see tomorrow. These three were
all nursing battle wounds, and what did they do but get into
some kind of serious brawl. But worst of all, to Lavinia, was
how they all seemed to consider her infirmary to be a dreaded
punishment. Taking advantage of the help she worked so hard to
make available, was the last resort in their minds.

Fiona
 
"Um …I'm, um, with Gawain and I came to help."


A grunt of disapproval and a slight shudder were Lavinia’s
reaction to the young girl’s answer. She looked from the girl
to the mess of a blonde knight and just shook her head. “Come
along then, whatever your name is,” she said to the girl. “Now
you and I really need to have that talk later.” A good moral
lecture was always something to look forward to for the nun,
and this one would be a doozy.

Galahad
 
"Please Gawain... Lancelot... don't leave me with her.
You heard what she said.. I'd rather... I'd rather...
I'd rather face Alina's wrath right now than have her
bony fingers poking at me. She called me a filthy,
uncivilised heathen!!"


The possibility that there was a connection between the young
Sarmatian’s desperate fear, and Lavinia’s cranky attitude
entered the nun’s mind. But she was incapable of softening
herself in order to calm him down.

Gawain
 
“No, I’m the one she called a filthy, uncivilized
heathen. Alina isn’t here, and you can’t wait to get
patched up. You don’t have a choice. So just settle
down, suck it up, and let Lavinia do her job. I’ll be
right here. I’m not leaving you alone.”


Lavinia shot Gawain a quick, non-committal look of surprise.
Apparently he was relatively sober for a change, and actually
sounded like he had a few working brain areas under all that
hair. So she refrained for now from reminding him that she’d
told him to keep quiet.

Lancelot
 
"Lady, I shouldn't expect you take the time to sing.
After all, you run a busy valetudinarium here, and I'm
sure we...heathens...take up an inordinate amount of
your time. However, I'm sure Galahad would be eternally
grateful if you would go gently with him...I know I
would be very happy if you could help him without making
him squeal. He is young, and somewhat untried. For
Arthur, my lady."


The old nun screwed up her face in a bewildered scowl. She
would do her job as she always did. She certainly didn’t need
The Sarmatian’s verbose advice and groveling obsequious tone.
Then he touched her as if she were some sainted relic, and
appealed for Arthur’s sake for what she didn’t even know.
Lavinia brushed his hand away. “I do believe, Sarmatian, that
you have defeated more enemies by talking them to death than
by your sword,” she said to Lancelot with a perfectly straight
face, before turning her full attention to the most seriously
injured man.

Hovering above the seated, cowering Galahad, Lavinia naturally
appeared her sternest most imposing self. “Stop simpering,”
she commanded the soft-eyed young man. “If my bony fingers
don’t suit you, I can walk away and leave you to one of these
other so-called healers.” She gestured toward the growing knot
of staffers who were gathering at the perimeter, curious
onlookers to what the fuss involving knights was about. “Pick
out one with soft young fingers, or one with a pretty face, or
one with a sweet and gentle disposition. I guarantee that the
treatment you get will hurt more and be of poorer quality than
what I will do. The choice is yours, Galahad. But I advise you
to make up your mind quickly because you are bleeding
heavily.”
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
golden_trillium

Admin
Author: Unicorn
Date: Thu Jul 17, 2008 6:21 am
Dagonet


She stirred and Dagonet watched her in silence... moved his
hand from her a little for her to have more room as she was
slowly waking up. A silent grunt left her and Dagonet watched
still in silence as she rubbed her neck... and then he
realised how much really he missed her. How much he missed
those casual moments between them. How much he would like to
be with her alone... not in the infirmary right now.
His face expression was sad as he watched her... straight, but
there was some longing in his features. Longing of the times
he was so happy with his life. Having his son back, waiting
for his child to be born... watching Saoirse's belly growing.
Right then, he was happy. He was the most happy man on earth.
Right now it would seem that the world turned around him...
Everything he hoped to have disappeeared into the mists and
earth seemed to swallow his good emotion only to give him
sadness... Nothing more.

Saoirse
 
"Wha'? Are ye alrigh'?"


Sarmatian only stared into her eyes. He knew she will see the
answer in his look. She was worrying about him... She
constantly was. Like he about her. He was alright... There was
numbness in his side and dryness in his mouth and hurt inside
his soul, but other than that he felt better than few days
ago. He knew it would take more than fe days to recover. It
would take weeks... if not months... And he hated that
thought.

When she moved and sat up Dagonet was still watching her face
and that is why he had not seen what Saoirse did. There was
something wrong though as he could see it plainly on her face.

Saoirse
 
"Ooops -- Didn' think it was so bad as t'bleed like
tha'..."


Only when she touched him somewhere below and said those
words, Dagonet looked down... and his heart stopped instantly
at the look of a blood. His eyes went wider and he frowned in
fear. There was much blood upon her dress and his breeches
which she tried to cover up.

Gods!! It was her blood!! But... But from where? What
happened?

Immediately his hands went to her, to the place upon her dress
coloured in red. He touched it only gently not to cause her
any pain, but slowly and carefully he tucked up the material
of her dress.

"Gods... Saoirse!" he exclaimed in shock and worry. "Why
didn't... you say anything?"

He put a hand upon her wound gently and looked araound for
anybody to help him with this. As for his luck there was no
nurse around and he looked back with deep worry in his eyes...

He would help her himself, but his hands weren't so sure as
they were before, they were trembling right now. He knew that
the wound probably was not so serious and probably he was
overreacting to it... but it was his woman bleeding out! Gods!

He tried to sit up himself to help her, but found his body too
weak still to do so without any help. He grunted in
frustration... He was not even able to help her in anyway.
Once more he looked around for anybody to help Saoirse.

"What happened?" he asked with fear in his voice.









Mirtha

Ione
 
"I am well, Mirtha..., I hope I didn't keep you awake
all night,"


Mirtha was smiling upon her gentle face. He liked her... he
liked her very much.. He cared for her and her feelings
really. But was she feeling the same way? He had to laugh at
her words.

"Well, actually... You did!" he said with a mirth in his eyes.
"But I liked it very much..."

He was uneasy.. He was not with a woman so close for a long
time. In fact nobody was close to him, ever. He always seemed
to be alone with himself only to bare. He had to take care
only of himself... and of his horse, ofcourse! But horse was
not like a woman.. Now he found him somehow lost to the
situation. He did not know how to take care of a woman. This
was so strange for him to be here and hold a woman in his
arms.

Felt like his heart beated faster.

Ione
 
"Aye, I am sure they are, and that they are running just
fine without you"


HE bowed his head with one uneasy smile, while she went to the
door and handed him his cloak. He took it without even looking
at her.

So this was it... She told him that he in fact did not hurt
her in anyway while he was drunk. But still he felt ashemed of
his act and the thought that if she would not come willingly
he would rape her instead. How could he even think of having a
woman close to him, while he could get drunk anytime and hurt
her? What right does he have to have anybody for himself?
Men like him should be always alone for not to hurt anybody.

The moment her hand touched his arm, Mirtha's thoughts broke
and he looked at her with surprise, like he was seeing her for
the first time today.

Ione
 
"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?"


Her words surprised him even more! Stay with her? Here? Live
here? Why was she asking him of that? He frowned in disbilieve
and surprise.

"I...I..." he started mumble before he actually looked into
her eyes and his head went bowed once more. "I don't..." He
could not say to her that he was afraid of hurting her in
anyway, while being drunk.. and probably he will be drunk
today again. "I will think of it, Ione."

He lied.. He should not... He would not be the perfect man to
be close to a gentle woman like herself.

Ione
 
"You should got before it gets dark. Check on Tarik for
me?"


He noticed how she touched her stomach and the expression on
her face told him that not everything was alright with.

"Ione? Is something wrong?" he asked directly frowning in
worry.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
golden_trillium

Admin
Author: LadyCastus
Date: Thu Jul 17, 2008 8:11 am
Malcus Barbattus


Malcus met Scipio's beady-eyed stare, understanding perfectly
well what the man meant. Amadeus wanted Malcus to baby-sit the
woad party while the optio spoke with Merlin alone. Nothing
going. Arthur had sent Malcus on this mission with the purpose
of keeping an eye on the fragile negotiations and Malcus would
be damned if the optio would keep him out of the hut. Arthur
wouldn't be happy.

Malcus, with a deep, dark scowl on his face, rolled his eyes
at Scipio. The captain had had enough. As Merlin approaced the
door of the hut, Malcus stepped aside and allowed the magician
to pass as he and Amadeus went inside. As Merlin passed, Barbattus caught a whiff of the woad leader and cringed. He, Merlin that is, smelled of the earth and years of...existence. It wasn't a smell that Malcus could quite place. Surprisingly, it wasn't a foul odor at all. It was more like a smell of nature, dirt, life. It was so real. While only mildly impressed though, Malcus could understand the awe of this man. Under different circumstances, Malcus couldn't help wonder what it would like to sit down and have an ale with the man.

But that was ridiculous. Right now, Barbattus just wanted this
shit to be over with...and to live to talk about it. Malcus
didn't say a word, he just followed them inside the hut and
placed his body sideways in the threshold. Just enough so that
he had one eye on those two and one eye on the croud that had
grown outside. The captain looked at Tristan and smirked, his
hand poised on the hilt of a dagger hidden under his tunic. A
look of just a bit longer and this will be over, in his eyes.
The captain lowered his eyes and saw Tristan's clenched fists,
knowing the scout wanted to rip somebody apart. But Barbattus
couldn't tell if it was Merlin or Amadeus that angered the
Sarmatian more. Barbattus gave a knowing nod and then he
focused his attention on the conversation.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Go to Next Page
« Previous Topic · Vincit Omnia Veritas · Next Topic »
Add Reply
  • Pages:
  • 1
  • 6
  • 10

Christmas Theme made by Pandorasaurus of Zathyus Network Resources and Graphic Force.