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August 2008
Topic Started: Apr 12 2010, 09:09 PM (2,837 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Darya
Date: Thu Aug 14, 2008 12:12 pm
Neeve and Darya


There was so much sincerity in the Commander’s eyes…but the
dark Sarmatian always had and still did dislike healers in
general… And even though she was sure that her lover knew what
he was doing, the idea of yet another person she did not know
touching her for examination did not exactly please her. But
she would obey…for Arthur’s sake…for the sake of the new life
growing inside her womb…

Arthur
 
I do,”


Darya closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath…and
she gave Arthur a nod while her grip on his shoulder loosened
again. Letting her hand then brush lightly down his upper arm,
the dark-haired stepped away from her lover and returned to
the table where she took her mug again and drank some more
tea. From the corner of her eyes, she watched Arthur and
Neeve…silently trying to measure just how trustworthy the
other woman really was…

Arthur
 
“Neeve, Darya carries my child and it is my expressed
wish that you tend her pregnancy…as a personal favor to
me,”


The healer stopped her movements for a moment and met the
Commander’s green gaze with her blue one for what seemed to be
an age. So the Sarmatian woman was with child. Arthur’s child.
Neeve licked her lips…but just when she wanted to say
something, there was a knock at the door and three pairs of
eyes shot towards the entrance to this room…

Amadeus
 
"Amadeus Scipio, Commander."


Arthur
 
“Come!”


The Briton let her tongue run along her front teeth and
quickly finished her work on the new bandages… Her blue gaze
then flickered towards Darya, who had retreated towards the
table again. The womens' gazes locked for a moment and Neeve
not only sensed but also saw that the Sarmatian was not too
happy about the last things that had been said. Well, she
would just have a talk with her later…just the two of them.

The healer picked up the bowl and the old bandages and stood.
While doing so she looked at Arthur again and nodded at him.
“I’ll do as you wish…”, she said firmly and handed the Roman
his shirt, “…but please do me a favour as well and don’t ruin
my work again. Rest…sleep…please?!” Neeve added a hint of an
order to her voice again…knowing that probably wouldn’t have
any effect on the Commander anyway…but he should at least know
that she was very serious with what she was saying. And by the
Gods, she had her reasons for it. Thus her gaze lingered a bit
longer on the man than perhaps necessary…even while she began
to pack the few items left…

Meanwhile Darya had arranged what was left of the food Neeve
had brought on a plate and shoved it towards Arthur. “You’ll
need it to recover quickly…”, the Sarmatian said and gave her
lover a wry smile, hoping that he indeed would eat the rest of
the bread and the cheese once the Optio had left again. Then
the dark-haired picked up her cloak and draped it about her
slender shoulders. It was not necessary since she did not
really plan to go out into the cold…but for some reason, being
covered by the thick dark drapery made her feel…protected.
Darya moved towards Arthur and stood by his side for a moment
even though she knew it was time to leave for now. “We can do
this…right?”, she asked him quietly, not specifying what
exactly she was referring to for there were a few things
laying on her mind that would fit her words…
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu Aug 14, 2008 5:05 pm

Ione and Vanora


It made her feel better that she had done someone a service:
that of finding the hawk that was so precious to Tristan. Ione
could not imagine the one without the other. It would have
just looked odd.

Tristan
 
"Mm-mm." "Thanks,"


Ione followed Tristan out of the tack room, and back toward
the main stable doors. "It was...I mean, you are welcome
Tristan. I am glad that she'll be okay," Ione returned the
smile Tristan had given her...even if it had been a hint of
one, it was enough for her. Ione passed through the door he
held open for her, and then watched as Tristan did the same.
Dark eyes watched his form disappear across the courtyard, and
she wondered where he was going. It was no matter to her, for
she had to get back to the Weaver's shop to finish her
work...whether Mirtha was there or not. The young weaver made
her way back to the shop, entered, and closed the door behind
her thinking that Mirtha had gone...

Meanwhile, Vanora had calmed Bors down after changing his
bandage, when a knock came to the door. Kissing Bors once
more, then leaving the bed, the red head went to the door, and
opened it to see Tristan holding the hawk. "Tristan, Bors is
awake. Won't you come in and sit by the fire a bit?" Cautiously, Vanora eyes the bird that seemed to have been injured, and looked up at Tristan questioningly. To be sure, Bors would enjoy the company.

Vanora noted that the children were all eyeing the hawk, "Do
not get close....it is resting." Gilly eyed the bird with
interest, as well as the two other older children, but it was
not so much the older ones Vanora was worried about but the
smaller ones. They had not learned to be gentle yet, and
Vanora did not want them hurting the bird.

"Bors, You have company," She called to the lump in the bed.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:06 pm
Tristan


Vanora
 
"Tristan, Bors is awake. Won't you come in and sit by
the fire a bit? Do not get close....it is resting. Bors,
you have company."


Tristan ducked his head under the lintel and stepped inside
the little hut that Bors and Vanora shared with their
children, shooting a couple of them a warning look when they
began to look interested in the hawk. He didn't really want
her mobbed right now- but fortunately, Vanora seemed to
understand that. His head nearly brushing the ceiling beams of
the close little structure, Tristan remained standing, the
hawk held near his chest, perched on one arm, and cleared his
throat awkwardly as Vanora prodded the blanket-covered
Bors-shaped lump on the bed.

"You have some meat scraps, maybe? She's hurt..." he gestured
towards the hawk with a grimace, betraying worry in that
expression, too. "...shouldn't be hunting."
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:13 am
Vanora


Hopefully the lump in bed would get motating soon as it was
just not polite to sleep while company was here...if he was
sleeping at all. Vanora turned back to the quiet knight who
had entered the little abode. The red head had always thought
it was just the right height for she, Bors and the bastards,
but there were some like Tristan who were just a tad taller.
For the most part, the children, especially the younger ones
just stared at the bird from a safe distance as they had never
seen one this close. Vanora nodded, and all of the children
left to a small bedroom just off the main room. It was their
bedtime anyway...

She turned her attention briefly back to the knight as he held
the bird close to his chest. What had happened to it, Vanora
could not even guess, but there had been so much confusion
during the recent woad attack, that it would not have
surprised her that some of the animals and flow in the area
had been injured somehow. The poor bird! War hurt everyone and
everything, and what did it all solve? All it caused was pain
and suffering...

Tristan
 
"You have some meat scraps, maybe? She's hurt..."
"...shouldn't be hunting."


...having given up trying to arouse the slumbering lump in the
bed, figuring that it had been that they were still freshly
gotten back from battle and had not slept much. Vanora turned
at Tristan's question to face him and his injured hawk. "I
have some meat left over from a stew we had for dinner...?"
Sure it was meat, but it had been cooked and seasoned a tad,
and Vanora did not want to give anything to the bird that'd
upset it's stomach, or make it sick. Still it was meat, and
the bird needed to eat. She went to a place where she kept
some of the meat to be used for meals the next night. All
Vanora basically knew was from the times she had seen Tristan
feed the bird.

Moving off, Vanora returned with some raw rabbit meat, and
returned, "Will this be okay?" Vanora knew how to feed humans,
but had little experience feeding birds and animals...
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Fri Aug 15, 2008 11:48 am
Bors


Bors was not in a good mood. The... whatever it was that the
little witch in the infirmary had given him had worn off, and
his leg hurt like fuck. When Vanora had come in to get escort
him home he had felt fine, and had even thought that maybe he
might be up for a bit of Vanora-luvvin, but as soon as he
stood up off the bed he knew it wasn't to be. By the time his
woman had half carried him back to their tiny hut he could
hardly stand again, and then she had insisted on changing his
bloody dressing! Honestly, if he didn't love her so much...

He was just drifting off into an uneasy slumber when he heard
a knock at the door. There was an immediate clammer of voices
as the kids gathered to see who it was, and Vanora chivied
Bors to wake. He groaned, frowned, licked dry lips and opened
his eyes. Rolling over awkwardly he frowned again to see
Tristan, complete with hawk, standing indecisively just inside
the room. Bors struggled to sit, pushing himself back against
the rough wall.

"Tris," he greeted gruffly, and wiped his hand across his
nose. "Awright?"

Tristan was a man of few words, and the older knight knew he
didn't appreciate people rattling on at him when there was no
need. He would say what he had come to say in his own good
time.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Fri Aug 15, 2008 1:18 pm
Mari


Mari's lips parted when Milan turned her over onto her back.
She tipped her head back and shut her eyes, basking in the
warmth of his lips against her skin. It felt so very real, but
not at all scary like she thought it might be. Milan felt
completely different to Mordred. He felt familiar to her to a
point that the young woman thought she could predict his next
moves. And yet when he acted in a way that surprised her, like
when he pinned her hand softly to the blanket beneath her,
Mari did not feel trapped or fearful.

Her brown eyes opened and she looked down at what Milan looked
at, his big blue eyes glancing down at the fair skin of her
bosom. Mari bit the side of her lip and smiled sheepishly,
unable to stop her chest from rising and falling in such a
pronounced fashion, to prevent it from looking like it was
about to spill over the top of her bodice!

Milan
 
"I..m...sorry..."


"Nooo.." the young woman whispered, shutting her eyes a moment
as she kissed the tips of Milan's questing fingers. She bit
the tip of one of his fingers gently and smiled, her brown
eyes sparkling when they opened, her gaze intense on Milan.
"Don't be sorry. I don't understand it either. But it doesn't
feel wrong." Mari admitted, skooching her body down a little
lower so that she could kiss his lips again. She hitched one
knee up, tucking her foot in under her other knee, sliding her
hand down along Milan's side from ribs to hip.

Breathing a laugh, Mari's head fell back down onto the blanket
and she smiled at Milan, her bandaged hand drooped downwards,
tiny fingertips twirling at the strands of his hair that
flopped down over his forehead.









Kolya

Kolya wasn't sentimental. He was nothing even close to
sentimental, but there was something nice about the feel of
Alina when she collided against his chest, when her small hand
reached up to clutch his tunic, holding to him for some reason
he could not fathom. It was not like he was dependable or had
ever given her a reason to think he was. Then why did she hold
onto him? Was it because she raelly didnt want to be with
Galahad but had convinced herself adamantly that she did want
to be with him?

Alina
 
"Doesn't it bother you that I belong to someone else? I
love him, that won't change. It matters to me how he
feels; to know I'm the cause of his pain is unbearable
but... No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to say
good-bye to you. Maybe I don't want to say good-bye...
I'm just a simple woman."


Her forehead against his chin was warm. Kolya dipped his head
a little, the tip of his nose brushing against the line of her
hair, his lips flat against her forehead. He listened to her
words but shut his eyes until she pulled back a little and
then looked down at her as if he had not been listening.

"Bother me? Why would it bother me?" he asked with a wry smile
and shrug of his shoulder. He pulled one arm out from around
her waist and pushed her hair back off of her face, his brow
furrowed and his blue eyes looking at her as if for the last
time. Thoguh he didnt look sad - he looked... confident. "And
you are anything but simple. There's alot going on in that
head of yours isn't there? Considering there's no competition
between him and me that is. Right?" he asked her in a husky
tone of voice, leaning his body in a little closer to hers for
no other reason than he liked the feel of her body against
his. The closer the better.







Eala

Eala was unaware of Merlin being close. She had been so caught
up in getting the fire and now watching what Juna was doing
that she had missed his approach altogether. Even when he
spoke she remained oblivious - it was only when Juna turned to
look over her shoulder at their leader did Eala realise. Her
big black eyes looked up to him and she froze, every muscle in
her body poised and she didn't know why either. He stood above
them serenely despite all that was going on. Eala didn't
bother to read his lips, instead looking to Juna to see what
she would say. It was easier to read the woman's lips for some
reason...

Juna
 
“No. I don’t think she’d survive, and I don’t know why
... lost all reason, ... calling me a crone and chasing
after you.”


The topic was alien to Eala who had not even really noticed
Mona. At first she thought the bit about surviving was meant
about Ash, but it was definitely 'she' and not 'he' so she
didn't panic. Yet. Her wide black eyes looked down at the
wound when Juna did and she leaned over it, peering at the
gunky gash without repulsion. She glanced sideways at Merlin.

He was just launching to his feet and Eala staggered
backwards, falling onto her bottom as she looked wide eyed,
baffled at their leaders outburst. She looked frantically at
Ash and automatically sought contact with him with her hand,
reaching out to his wrist as he shut his eyes in stark pain
wihlst Juna sewed. The blonde looked over at Guinevere,
frowning and wondering why Merlin seemed to be shouting at
her. OF course Eala couldn't hear but from the stance of their
leader and the look on guinevere's face there was definitely
some rebuke being spoken.

The little blonde's fingers were twisting around the leather
bands on Ash's wrist idly as she watched the goings on. When
she looked back down Ash was speaking to Juna. Eala made out
something bout suffering enough today. The little blonde
smirked and rocked sideways a little, leaning her shoulder up
against Ash's. She smiled over at Juna and then gestured to
the torch with a grunt, waving her fingers towards the forest
wondering if Juna would like her to take the torch back and
get rid of it.

It was amazing how confident she was in the healer's
abilities. She had just stitched up Ash and so Eala assumed
that that was it - that he was well. In her opinion and
experiences of matters regarding death, it only happened
suddenly. If someone survived long enough to get stitched up
by Juna then they would live.

Ash was stitched so she was certain he would live.









Amadeus

Arthur
 
"Come!"


Amadeus shoved open the door immediately. It took him a moment
for his eyes to adjust to the room's dim lighting. He lifted
his chin, his narrow features shadowed on one side of his
face, his hair hanging limp and long against his high
cheekbones, a flush of color to his cheeks that might have
been exertion if not coupled with the fiery light in his grey
eyes. Two women were inside the Commander's room, and said
Commander sat at the table barefoot and shirtless, the truth
of his wounds plainly visible to Amadeus. Another time he
might have felt a surge of happiness to see him so weakened,
so damnably wounded - but right now he was too irate, too
angry and he was determined for Arthur to be on his side in
this. He had to be!

Whatever his intentions had been going out there to speak with
Merlin neither his own intentions or Arthur's had been made
possible because of that imbecile, Barbattus.

Darya was there - one of the women, not the healer. Amadeus
registered that fact and tucked it away, watching her shove a
plate of food towards him. He cocked his eyebrow and tensed
his jaw. There was a dampness on his skin from coming from teh
cold outside to the relative warmth inside and a smell of
fresh air lingered on his cloak from riding hard back to Badon
through the dewy forest. Nostrils flared and the Optio flexed
his fingers into his palm.

"Commander - I've come to report on the negotiations with the
woad." he said tersely, obviously not wanting to speak about
such matters in front of women. In truth all he wanted to do
was sit down with a mug of warm wine and watch the fire for a
while then maybe curl up in bed with a warm woman. Neither was
likely to happen tonight. At least not for him.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri Aug 15, 2008 2:21 pm
Tristan


Vanora
 
"I have some meat left over from a stew we had for
dinner...? Will this be okay?"


Bors
 
"Tris. Awright?"


"Yeah." The taciturn scout shrugged affirmatively, letting
that one word suffice as a reply to both Vanora's question
about the meat and Bors' about his general condition. He
reached out and took the meat that Vanora offered, holding the
slimy raw stuff in his hand without a twitch or a second
glance. The hawk on his other arm cheeped and extended her
neck towards it eagerly, and he held it where she could reach
it and start tearing strips from it. That would do for now-
but once he got where he could sit down, he'd cut it up for
her- make it easier yet.

"You wanna..." Tristan eyed Bors questioningly and jerked his
head towards the door of the hut in a small motion. He didn't
particularly enjoy it here in the hut, truth be told- it was
low-ceilinged and cramped and smelled of too many kids running
around- it made him feel constrained and restricted, like a
more benign version of the hut at the Woad camp. And he did
want to tell Bors what had happened on the so called
"negotiations". It wasn't often that Tristan got the urge to
vent to his comrades in words- but right now he did. The story
of the fiasco occasioned by Scipio and Barbattus- and fucking
Merlin, of course- was hovering at the tip of his tongue,
ready to get spilled frustratedly out.
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Fri Aug 15, 2008 3:02 pm
Bors


Tristan
 
"You wanna..."


Bors had heaved his bulk off the bed almost before Tristan had
muttered his unintelligible request. It made the older man
laugh to see how uncomfortable the scout always was inside
four walls, however palacial, and this cramped hut, smelling
of babies and dirty children, would be practically unbearable
to him.

In truth he wanted to get out himself. As much as he loved his
little family, sometimes, especially after a mission, he felt
suffocated by the sheer responsibility of it all.

He nodded briefly - no need for more words than was strictly
necessary between the two men. Bors knew it must sometimes
frustrate Vanora, the way the knights seemed to communicate
without words, the way they seemed to know one another inside
out, but she never complained... well not much anyway.

Heaving himself and his useless leg off the bed he put a
little weight on it, and found he could actually stand now. He
pursed his lips thoughtfully - maybe there was something in
this healing nonsense after all... and limped to the door,
dropping a brief kiss on his woman's flaming hair as he
passed.

"Back soon luv," he mumbled, unwilling to allow her to waylay
him with scoldings of doing too much on his bad leg.

Almost pushing Tristan out of the tiny room, too full now with
two men in it, he pulled the door closed behind them both.

"Wassup?" he asked as he continued to put distance between
himself and his home.

Glancing up he frowned as the bird on the scout's arm opened
her beak at him, and he pulled back slightly.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri Aug 15, 2008 5:34 pm
Tristan


Bors
 
"Back soon, luv. Wassup?"


Tristan regarded Bors out of the corner of his eye, an eyebrow
raised in half amusement as Bors gave the open-beaked hawk a
rather wary look. She wouldn't hurt anybody...the corner of
Tristan's mouth turned up slightly, and he shifted the piece
of meat a little and stroked the bird's head again with a
gentle finger.

"The mission...they fucked it up," he muttered, using the
exact same words to describe the situation that he had used to
Jols earlier- but he could think of no better way to describe
it. It had been a disaster- well and thoroughly fucked up.
Blowing out a long sigh, he dropped unceremoniously onto a
bench that stood in the shadows outside of the closed
blacksmiths' workshop. The guard post across the way shed
enough light that he could see what he was doing, and he
carefully shifted the hawk to the bench beside him, clicking
his tongue at her softly to encourage her to step off his arm,
and then reaching down for the knife at his waist so that he
could cut bites of meat off the most-of-a-rabbit Vanora had
given to him. It might have been an odd sight- man and hawk
sitting together there on the bench like two drinking
companions, Tristan slicing and feeding the hawk while his
eyes gazed off in the distance- but the scout didn't give that
any thought.

"Scipio and Barbattus got into a pissing contest, and then
Merlin...well, that was it." Tristan rolled his eyes and
slumped discontentedly against the wall behind him, his back
rounded and his long legs stretched out before him.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:17 pm
Vanora


Bors
 
"Tris," "Awright?"


Tristan
 
"Yeah."


Vanora had arrived back in time to hear Bors respond to her
prodding from a moment ago. " 'bout time ya awoke," Vanora
addressed Bors while Tristan had taken the meat from her, and
fed it to the injured bird.

Tristan
 
"You wanna..."


Vanora looked from Bors to Tristan and back again wondering
what it was that they needed to talk of. Had something gone
wrong? Or was it just something knights needed to talk
of...business of duties? She had gotten use to Bors being gone
as there were always duties and things that needed to be
talked of. Cautiously, the red head watched Bors' hulking form
get out of bed worried that he'd put the wrong type of weight
on his leg. He should have rested it, but whatever it was that
Tristan needed to talk of, it had to be important.

Vanora never got the hang of how all of the knights
communicated without sometimes even saying a word, though she
guessed that it was useful in battle to be able to do so.
Vanora was amazed that Bors could now stand and place weight
on his leg. No need to worry there. So she stood back and
watched the two men as they prepared to leave, and Bors went
over to her, placing a kiss in her hair. So much for a quiet
night together... But then it was men's business.

Bors
 
"Back soon luv,"


"I'll look forward to it," Vanora said, and though she was
ready to hold him back due to his leg, Vanora figured he could
walk on it just fine, and what happened to it was Bors'
business. Men, she had decided, were just stubborn when it
came to being ill or injured. Nothing at all could keep them
down. As the door shut behind Bors, Vanora was almost sad that
she had not spoken with Tristan more as she rarely saw the
knight except at times in the tavern...

Well, it was early, but the day had seemed to be a long one,
and she was very tired. She went into the children's room and
kissed and tucked each one in, then closed the door behind
her. Then, she set to feeding the twins, changing them and
putting them down for the night...

Vanora, herself, placed a woven night shirt on and crawled
into bed. Staring at the ceiling, Vanora slowly fell asleep.









Brendyn

Everything was still as the last of the sun set behind the
distant hills turning the sky a dark gray color. Brendyn
looked out over the vast field, and left his eyes move toward
the horizon alertly seeking out any odd movements, or signs of
enemies. Visions of Veronica came to his mind and along with
them the memories. Brendyn could not allow himself to be
distracted, but somehow, the memories of the times they had
shared brought him strength. He had always liked the wall as
he got to both do his duty assigned to him, and take in the
view as well.

The land seemed to spread for miles and miles...not like
Brittany. The countryside made him glad that he was stationed
here. He turned his head slightly, to look east to west,
allowing his eyes to look over the wall at the bottom of the
wall. Never knew who might try to edge along there and sneak
inside....

"Report, soldier."

Brendyn replied, "All is quiet, sir."

"Very good. Carry on." The officer in charge turned on his
heels and left. In his mind, Brendyn wondered how all of his
friends were doing: Gawain and his brother, Dagonet,
Derfel...since he had lost all of his friends in battle, he
considered these knights his friends. How was Arthur and the
injured Dagonet? Okay perhaps he did worry a bit, but he could
not bear to lose any more friends. He was a soldier trained by
Rome, and he felt bound to those he fought with. Brendyn had
not even really talked with his new Commander, Artorius
Castus, if only for a moment when he had come to the man's
camp to check on his injury. What had been the man's
impression of him then, and he wondered what he had heard
since arriving...
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Author: linnet
Date: Fri Aug 15, 2008 10:10 pm

Juna


Merlin
 
“Well you can scarcely be suggesting that we just
abandon her!”


Juna was ready for the explosion of anger. If Merlin had been
expecting a diplomatic answer, or one with only facts and no
opinion, he had asked the wrong person. Certainly he should
have learned that by now. The healer responded to his outburst
by continuing to do exactly what she had been doing - saving
Ash. She kept her face turned toward her task, not letting
Merlin see the slight smile of amusement she couldn’t
suppress. But when his fury sent Eala falling backwards,
Juna’s smile disappeared. She turned her head to send a
glowering look to Merlin, almost like a protective mother
animal warning away a threatening male. She quickly returned
her attention to Ash, taking a deep breath, determined to
finish tending him before confronting Merlin.

Ash
 
"Am I the only one of my rescue party who hasn't lost
their mind?"


“It would seem so,” Juna replied, as she worked the threaded
needle through Ash’s skin as gently as possible. “Mona is
berserk. Guinevere acted out of control. And Connell never was
quite all there, in my opinion.” She paused a moment from
stitching to look directly at Ash. “I don’t think Merlin chose
the right people to rescue Neeria. But he did well by Eala.”
She gave the young man a quick smile. It, and her few words
were Juna’s way of letting Ash know she understood how hard
Eala’s rescue must have been, and how she appreciated what he
had done and suffered.

Merlin
 
“Make a litter for her- part of one of the huts might
serve. One for Ash, too. And…Cover the dead with some
branches for now. We’ll send back a burial party
tomorrow.”


Merlin’s voice behind her was still grouchy, as he gave terse
orders. But at least he was taking Ash into consideration. The
last stitch was in place and Juna reached for the knife in her
bag to cut it off. Ash’s hand on her wrist surprised her, and
she was afraid something unexpected was wrong with him.

Ash
 
"If they insist on carrying her home, kindly ask for it
to be done far from me. I think I've suffered enough for
one day."


Juna couldn’t hold back a little laugh, even though Ash seemed
very serious. “I’ll do my best to make sure you don’t have to
suffer any further. Part of what healers are for, you know,”
she assured him with a conspiratorial smile. After the
stitching was cut off, she took a clean length of material
from her bag and expertly wrapped it around the young
warrior’s midsection so that the wound and stitches would be
protected. She could tell the medicines he had swallowed were
affecting him, which was good. In spite of the drugs and the
pain, Ash remained sitting. Eala huddled as close to him as
she could, looking less worried now that Ash was stitched and
bandaged. In answer to the little blonde’s question about the
torch, Juna just shrugged, smiled, and said slowly for Eala to
read, ”Do whatever you want.” The healer stood, stretching her
back, shaking out her skirt, and tossing her hair back from
her face. “I’ll be checking on you as we go,” she said to Ash.

She left her bag on the ground and turned, finally, to locate
Merlin in the flickering light of the scattered torches. He
wasn’t far away, supervising the litter assembly brigade. She
walked to his side, and spoke quietly – not caring if she was
interrupting his overseeing. “If you’ve already determined
what the answer to your question should be, don’t bother
asking my advice. Because I will tell you exactly what I
think, whether it’s what you want to hear or not,” she said.
Her face was set seriously, her voice admonishing. Then she
tilted her head slightly, looking directly into Merlin’s dark
eyes. Her lips parted into a warm smile, and her eyes sparkled
almost mischievously in the dim light. “Do you have any idea
how sexy you are when you’re angry?” she leaned closer to him
and asked very softly.
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 2:12 am
Bors


Tristan
 
"The mission...they fucked it up... Scipio and Barbattus
got into a pissing contest, and then Merlin...well, that
was it."


Bors was NOT about to park his arse anywhere near that bird,
so as Tristan encouraged her to jump down beside him onto the
bench, Bors leaned heavily against the wall of the
blacksmith's workshop, folding his arms across his broad
chest. He smacked his lips thoughtfully as the brooding young
man spoke, and scratched his stubbled chin.

"Hmph!" he growled wordlessly at Tristan's description of the
two Roman's petty squabbling. He had no patience with either
of them at the best of times, or the Roman bastards in general
for that matter. They were all a bunch of fucking wussy liars,
however nice they pretended to be when they wanted something.

For a moment Bors almost smiled at the thought of the Woad
getting one over on the Romans - he had always sympathized
with the native people of this land, they were similar to
himself and his brothers in many ways, just wanting to defend
what was theirs.

He knew he would have to wring every last detail out of the
scout if he really wanted to know what had gone on out there -
Tristan wouldn't volunteer anything. Already Bors was
surprised that the younger man wanted to talk about it at all,
it wasn't his usual way. Something must have gone really wrong
to make him want to confide in someone, and Bors was vaguely
proud that it was him. The younger knights had always looked
up to him for some reason, seen him as a bit of a father
figure... as if he didn't have enough bloody kids of his own
already! But he didn't really mind, although he was often at a
loss as to offer any useful advise or answers to their many
and varied problems. They'd have done far better going to Dag,
but then, Dag didn't say much, he kept his thoughts to
himself. Whereas Bors didn't know when to keep his mouth shut.

"Go on then, what 'appened?" he grinned, then winced as he
shifted his weight off his bad leg. "Tell me all the gory
details, I wanna know the expression on them arrogant
bastards' faces an' ev'ryfing."

Bors didn't much care for the mission's success or otherwise.
It wouldn't stop him getting fed or clothed, nor would it
cause his woman and children to be cast out onto the streets.
All Bors cared about was fighting, fucking and eating, and
nothing the Roman bastards did really affected that much.
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Author: SarmatianKnight
Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 3:38 am
Lucius


Lucius raised an eyebrow about the burp. Not that he had not
tried to act in such a masculine way in the past either but
everytime he had tried the only thing he had gotten for it had
been a good slap from his mother. She had hated it. The memory
was half amusing and half depressing. Moments like this one
made it obvious that Lucius had not been raised to end as a
mere soldier somewhere in Britain between dirt and mud, poor
people and wounded people, trapped between hope, weapons and
death.

Obviously Derfel had found a new friend. The Saxon and the
barrell looked quite comfortable, sitting there together.
Lucius smiled and put his own mug slightly away from him,
putting it almost at the edge of the table.

Derfel
 
“Well, I reckon the short answer is that I was raised
here and well…Arthur being ‘Arthur’…I’m proud to serve
under such a noble and honorable man, Roman or not,”


Lucius nodded - and wondered if the long answer would have
held the same information.

"You were out there to fight against your own kind. How did it
feel?" It was pure interest and the demand to learn new things
from Lucius' side. There was no hint of judging Derfel at all.
He had sworn the oath that all soldiers had to swear when they
joined the army but it was no good feeling. What if he would
break that oath one day? What if he had to? He could see
Derfel's point of course because it was the same way how he
saw things. He did not look to happy about the noble and
honourable thing though, not commenting it any further.
Capturing women - how noble indeed, even if these women were
capable fighters. And not just that. Lucius was sure that
Arthur knew exactly what happened down there in his dungeons.
The soldier would have used another word than honourable at
this point. It had nothing to do with Arthur. It was just
wrong to treat any human like this, whatever his crime had
been.

Derfel
 
“There’s none better than Arthur….the gods truly bless
the man on a battlefield,”


"Truely?" Lucius asked, wondering if Derfel believed what he
said. An amused smile tugged at the young man's lips. No doubt
Arthur was a great fighter but... "There will always be
someone who will be better." Just a fact, at least Lucius was
sure about it. "I have never seen him fighting though" he had
to admit.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 8:46 am

Arthur


The Roman had said it out loud…carrying my child. Oh God.
Arthur had been distracted by Neeve’s ministrations at his
side, and thus for a few moments had allowed the astonishment
of Darya’s news escape him. But it was back…that feeling of
losing control over his own destiny…oh but Arthur had the
perfect disposition for parenthood. He thought nothing of his
own well being, but fought for the survival of everyone around
him….and would raise and protect any child of his with a
military precision that would have made even Julius Caesar
proud.

Neeve
 
“I’ll do as you wish…but please do me a favour as well
and don’t ruin my work again. Rest…sleep…please?!”


“As you command,” Arthur answered rather dryly with an arched
brow and then accepted his shirt from Neeve. However, his
expression then gave way to a kind smile while the Commander
also offered the healer a sincere nod in appreciation….for
more than re-stitching his wound. And Darya, not to be out
done by Neeve in the plot to make Arthur all better, shoved
the remainder of the food in front of him with a smile on her
lips. Yes but how much of the meal had she consumed? Arthur
gave a questioning look to his lover as she spoke. At the same
time, the door swept open to admit the Optio.

Darya
 
“You’ll need it to recover quickly……We can do
this…right?”


“Yes, love, we can,” Arthur quietly answered for Darya’s ears
only before looking up to meet Amadeus Scipio’s determined
gaze as the Optio entered his quarters.

At last Arthur would have the news he’d been praying for all
afternoon. However, at a quick assessment of the Optio’s flush
expression….perhaps the news would not be exactly what Arthur
had hoped for. The Commander’s thick brows drew together at
noting the urgency? in Scipio’s eyes….and where was Malcus?
Green eyes gave a more thorough examination of Scipio – the
man appeared unharmed, clothes relatively clean and in order
considering the Roman had obviously just come from the back of
his horse. So Merlin had had the decency to at least not
outright execute the men Arthur had sent in his stead.
Promising.

Amadeus
 
"Commander - I've come to report on the negotiations
with the woad."


Arthur stood up from his chair, albeit still rather stiff in
his movements, and tugged on his black tunic before addressing
Scipio. He could not suppress a small grunt of discomfort as
his infected wound made itself known again as the Commander
twisted to pull on the garment. No matter, Scipio had now been
given full access to Arthur’s ‘wound’.

“Ladies, please do excuse us,” Arthur spoke with a calm
assuredness and without breaking eye contact with Scipio.
Neeve and Darya would understand as this was an urgent matter
and judging from Scipio’s body language, not to be discussed
in the presence of women. He and Darya would continue their
‘discussion’ on her condition later. Arthur rested his left
hand over his freshly mended wound while the other briefly
raked through his unruly hair. He set his jaw, stood at his
full height and once again wore the mask of a virile Roman
Commander….despite his weariness and weakened physical state.
And although he was impatient to hear Scipio’s report,
Arthur’s expression clearly told his Optio to wait until the
two women had exited the room before speaking.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 8:56 am

Lancelot


The Nun...and Gawain...and Eyla! Damn them all. Lancelot - not
one to normally share his feelings, for some reason cared what
the old crotchety woman thought of him. He'd said some things
he shouldn't have to her, probably wouldn't have had the
circumstances been different. But with Arthur injured, and
perhaps not telling the first knight the whole story....he
couldn't help his anger - and his indifference at who heard
his truths.

Exhausted and hungry and dirty, he whirled on his heel and
took himself and his untreated unjuries and his pride out of
the fucking infirmary - gods, he hated that place. He glanced
back once at Gawain - the knight seemed to think by virtue of
his comment that Lancelot would welch on his bet. Hmph. Maybe
a bet with a Roman, most certainly any kind of bet with
Arthur; not a fellow Sarmatian. Never. Lancelot might be a cad
and fool in his own mind, but once his word was given - it was
solid, and unbreakable. He had a few good traits - honesty,
when it was called for, was unfortunately something his mother
had drummed into him.

He strode into the drying courtyard, his clothing still damp
from the dousing he'd gotten from the two healers (that
reminded him to have a chat to Neeve later), his good eye
scanning for Eyla. Now where had that teasing, game playing
hussy gotten to? Lancelot scowled and rubbed his hand over his
wounded arm - had his brazen kiss in front of everyone
actually scared her off? If that were the case - no matter her
information on Arthur, Lancelot did not need to have to figure
out a woman right now. Not in his present state of mind.

A few soldiers passed him in the courtyard; he heard them
discussing something about a missing prisoner - and then one
of them mentioned the fact that the Optio had been seen
returning.

"His face - never seen that narrow nosed bastard look so
angry!"

The men laughed as they passed Lancelot, taking no notice of
the Sarmatian who stood stock still and listened to their
banter. What had Scipio done to make him appear as the soldier
had said? Had he fucked the mission up?

Growling, he turned in the direction of the quarters, his mind
set to go to Arthur and see, once and for all, exactly what
was going on. Nevermind that the Optio wanted Lancelot
punished for his actions. The Optio could fuck himself, as far
as Lancelot was concerned. If he was there...and if he tried
anything...

A rough laugh echoed out of Lancelot's mouth. He'd guess that
the weather nowdays was as good as any for swinging by his
neck from a rope.

He took a step. And then hesitated. Just how would he feel if
Arthur had been hiding the true nature of his injury? And did
Lancelot even want to know, at this point? Was he in the right
frame of mind to deal with yet more distrust, more
disappointment, more Roman attitude and downtalk?

Was he ready to be honest with Arthur himself? He sighed,
biting his chapped lips, and raised a hand, touching his
swollen eye. He cursed Galahad - but did not move from his
place of uncertainty.
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