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August 2008
Topic Started: Apr 12 2010, 09:09 PM (2,836 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 10:00 am

Derfel


Derfel’s index finger lightly rubbed at the mug in his hand
while the ‘Saxon’ knight pondered a bit more on Arthur and
that night on the battlefield. What if he had gotten to Arthur
and Aelle just a moment sooner…what if he could have been the
one to face his father and not Arthur? What if he could have
been able to remain with Gedeon? What if….Mithras! I will
never have any peace from that night. Derfel emptied his mug
again and wasted no time in re-filling the vessel….the barrel
was becoming lighter and so was Derfel’s head.

Lucius
 
"You were out there to fight against your own kind. How
did it feel?"


Same bloody question everyone always asked. Derfel snorted a
smile while inwardly sighing at the inquiry. It felt bloody
odd….especially once he had met his ‘little brother’ and
learned they faced his ‘father’, the Saxon King on that
battlefield. Weary blue eyes looked to Lucius and at least saw
only curiosity there…not accusation or judgment.

“You ever fought a fellow Roman?” Derfel half joked and then
sighed into his mug before continuing. Lucius had asked a good
question and the Saxon would give an honest answer.

“I truthfully did me best to see those trying to kill me as
just ‘the enemy’ and not worry ‘bout their blood….or mine,”
Derfel said in earnest, blue eyes still reflecting a hint of
sorrow and darkness from his inner thoughts on that battle. He
hoped it was enough to satisfy Lucius’ curiosity…as there was
no more Derfel could say to explain it.

And then there was the matter of Lucius’ comment regarding
Arthur.

Lucius
 
"Truely? There will always be someone who will be
better. I have never seen him fighting though,"


“Well, the man has yet to meet a foe to best him in battle,”
Derfel spoke without hesitation. Long before he had witnessed
Arthur’s fighting prowess, tales of the man’s skills had
traveled far and wide across these lands. Arthur was a hero
here in Britain, whether the man cared to recognize that fact
or not. Derfel had known a few good fighters already in his
life, and Arthur was one of the best with a sword…he still had
a small scar across his chest in reminder from when he’d
sparred with the Roman once.

“He fights well….something to see for sure…but let’s hope you
don’t have to see it much too soon, aye? I think we all could
use a bit of a rest,” …hopefully Merlin had agreed to peace
again. Derfel took another generous drink of ale and then
wiped at his lips with the back of his sleeve. In truth, he
did not want to think on Arthur right now….the man had been
overly kind and generous to Derfel…yet the man had also been
forced to kill Derfel’s father …..right before the younger
man’s eyes. And that fact was one Derfel had yet to reconcile
with….if he ever could.

“And I reckon I should see about getting some food back to my
lady before I’m too drunk to find my way home,” Derfel added
with a laugh. His luck, he would stumble back to their former
room in the knights’ quarters and not the new apartment….and
promptly pass out. Linnesse would kill him…no, Linnette would.
He grimaced at that thought and then looked to Lucius again
with an inkling of mirth in his crystal blue eyes.

“What you got planned for this night, my friend? You have a
lady waiting for ya?” Derfel asked purely out of friendship;
wanting Lucius to be as fortunate as Derfel was in having the
luck to spend the remainder of the night in the arms of a
lover. He smiled broadly at that thought….forgetting, no doubt
due to the ale, that Linnesse had recently been very ill.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:29 am
Merlin


Juna
 
“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. Do you have any idea
how sexy you are when you’re angry?”


Merlin merely stood there, grumpy and impassive, his arms
crossed over his chest, as she admonished him. Tell him what
she thought...bah, it was a given that she would do that, and
Merlin would not truly have wanted it otherwise, but that
didn't mean he had to like it. Actually, what he didn't like
was the whole damn situation- his best warriors, particularly
those of the female gender for whatever reason, were going
crazy around him, just when they had no time or resources to
coddle anyone! Merlin could take some small comfort in the
fact that Guinevere had gone, meek and chastened, about her
assigned tasks- but even that wasn't totally satisfying,
because he had expected more of an argument from her. Maybe
she had truly seen the error of her ways- but Merlin doubted
it. She was more likely seething in silence, which was not
like her at all.

And Juna...Merlin blew out an exasperated breath and whirled
towards her as she added her final, immeasurably impertinent
thought. Sexy?

"This is your honesty? This is your telling me what you
think?" Merlin exclaimed, his voice a little hushed so that it
didn't carry too far- but with all his frustration clearly
evident nonetheless. He had a very good fucking reason to be
angry, and all she could think of was that? He sputtered for a
second, wanting to add something else but words failed him-
so, lacking anything else to do, he grabbed Juna by the
shoulders, pulled her against him, and kissed her, hard.

"Just do your best to keep anyone else from dying, and I'll be
happy," he muttered, releasing her and stepping back, but
though he still affected grumpiness, he felt a little better-
naturally.

"That looks good- take them over there," he called out to the
litter-makers, who had two hut wall panels cut free, cut down
to size and ready to use.













Tristan

Bors
 
"Hmph! Go on then, what 'appened? Tell me all the gory
details, I wanna know the expression on them arrogant
bastards' faces an' ev'ryfing."


Noticing Bors' wince as he shifted his weight against the
wall, Tristan neatly scooped up the bird with one hand and
shifted it over a bit, then scooted down himself- leaving room
for Bors to sit next to him, rather than the hawk, if he
wanted to and was really so averse to sitting next to a bird.
She was harmless, of course, and he couldn't figure out why
Bors seemed nervous around her- but then, unaccountably, he
wasn't the only one. She was no danger to anything larger than
a rabbit, though- well, except sometimes in battle. But
really, there was nothing to worry about.

"Eh..." the scout leaned back against the wall again,
half-closing his eyes as he tried to organize the story of
what had happened on the mission into words. Even now that he
had been invited to give one, long explanations did not come
at all naturally to him. From beside him, the hawk pecked
lightly and irritably at his hand and, realizing he'd been
slacking off in cutting the meat for her while he thought, he
leaned forward and sliced off another scrap and fed it to her
impatient mouth.

"Scipio...he's just all wrong, ya know? Went in there
demanding Merlin to practically lick his boots- and Barbattus
tried to help, but by then..." Tristan shrugged, unable to
articulate more. Barbattus's attempts to step in, however
well-intentioned, had looked like insubordination, and really,
they were. Tristan could see a time and a place for
insubordination, and had engaged in it himself from time to
time, and taken his punishment, too- but this time, it hadn't
done a damn bit of good. Though when it came to the Woads,
probably very little would. They were a people fighting for
their freedom- no more, and certainly no less.
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 12:55 pm
Bors


Bors was surprised that Thristan moved his precious hawk so
that he could sit - generally that bird meant more to the
taciturn young knight than any of the men in this acursed
place, and Bors couldn't really blame him for that either.
When all was said and done, each man here would look out for
number one when it came down to it, even the knights. Bors
wasn't often as cynical as this, and he knew deep down that
every one of Arthur's knights would lay down their life for
that of their brothers, but sometimes, like tonight, when the
men had returned from a battle which had gone bad, his mood
would sink to rarely seen depths.

He missed the fighting already, and felt suppressed by Vanora
and the kids, caged in, like he used to feel as a young man
when first stationed here under Arthur. He missed Dagonet, and
even now, when his friend was safe in the infirmary, Bors
couldn't suppress a shudder at thought of what might have
happened, leaving him alone for good, instead of just while
the tall man was recovering. He would never dream of telling
Vanora, although he guessed she may know anyway, but he loved
Dag more than he could ever love her. She was a woman, a
gorgeous, loving, feisty woman, but a woman nonetheless,
whereas Dag was... well, he was his brother.

He scratched his groin absently, and shifted to sit beside the
scout without thanking him. It was not the sort of gesture
that required thanks.

Tristan
 
"Scipio...he's just all wrong, ya know? Went in there
demanding Merlin to practically lick his boots- and
Barbattus tried to help, but by then..."


Bors smirked without humour. How like the Optio to demand
absolute surrender, with no thought to compromise, and how
like the Woads to take offence at such a demand.

"Yeah, well..." he replied dourly, rubbing his thigh with the
heel of his hand, "maybe 'e'll 'ave learned 'is lesson now...
shouldn't fink so though, arrogant git."

He inclined his head towards the hawk, who seemed to be
ruffling her feathers against the chill wind which suddenly
blew without warning between the small buildings.

"So wassamatter wiv it then?" he asked, nodding towards the
bird.

He wasn't really that concerned about the outcome of the
meeting with the Woads. As long as he knew the Romans had made
idiots of themselves again he was happy to move on to other
topics, and he knew if he showed concern towards the love of
Tristan's life he would get more out of him than if he
demanded more details.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 1:11 pm
Drake


Men sought to please women with diamonds. With gold and with
flowers, with expensive trinkets from the pits of the most
miserable spots on the planet and yet here he stood. Linnette
before him, her expression lifted in happiness as he handed
her a book that he had thought about burning on more than one
occassion. She looked as if he had just given her the greatest
treasure this side of Jerusalem!

She balanced the smaller one on the big one and promptly
flicked open the pages, perusing some of the words before
giving a half smile.

Yes - a comedy. It would do her good to be immersed in
something that would in no way remind her of her hurt, of her
loss. And a woman masquerading as a man? Well... Drake
grinned. It might give her an insight into what he found to be
amusing. Plus it was about the town near where he came from .
In his own little way this was his way of telling her a little
about his past without actually... voicing it. Without
presuming she would be interested enough to ask or listen.

Linnette
 
“Thank you- I’ll take very, very good care of it, It’s
so generous of you,”


The Spaniard reached quickly for the larger of the books and
ran his thumb over the cover of it before tossing it onto his
bed carefully. Linnette was holding the smaller of the two
reverently which made Drake laugh softly, brusing his thumb
under his chin to scratch an itch. Her opinion of his honesty
was met with a self-deprecating shrug.

"They're just books. I've read them a hundred times or more."
he said by way of dumbing down his 'generosity'. Tensing his
jaw, Drake glanced over Linnette's shoulder and then down at
her hands, over her shoulder, down at her hands before finally
staring above her shoulder. He shouldn't want to ask about her
hands. It was none of his business, right? He shouldn't ask
about the room, for that was most certainly not his business
either. So where did that leave them?

"Do you ... need anything?" he asked then hesitantly, his brow
furrowing and his green eyes becoming intense.

Why had she popped in like that?

Was something wrong?
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 2:56 pm
Milan


Mari
 
"Nooo. Don't be sorry. I don't understand it either. But
it doesn't feel wrong."


Milan curled into Mari, molding himself to her shape, burying
his face into the crook of her neck. Blue eyes stared in
wonderment across the plane of her skin into space, his
fingers idly playing with a few strands of her hair as his
thoughts reeled. He felt embarrassed now, but he had not acted
out of dishonorable intent. He was simply...curious. He was
curious about her, about what was transpiring between them,
about all of these new feelings and sensations he was free to
experience for the first time in his life. Milan didn't know
what to make of it. It was all so overwhelming, but sort of
beautiful all at the same time.

He sighed a warm breath through his nostrils, shifting his
face against her shoulder, and watching her slender digits
trail down his ribs to his hip. He reached out a hand to her
wrist and smoothed it lightly up her arm all the way to the
ball of her shoulder. Goosebumps seemed to rise against her
skin at his touch, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood
on end in reply. His hand moved to rest at her tiny waist as
he lifted his head, using an elbow to support his weight. His
eyes were filled with silent devotion, drinking in the sight
of her as if it were for the last time. Slowly he inclined his
head and pressed his lips to hers, blue eyes brilliant as he
continued to watch her face. Their kisses deepened as passion
ensued, becoming less possessive and more fervent as time went
on. He could not seem to get close enough to her.

It wasn't apparent to him that he had lost his tunic somewhere
along the way until he felt her cool fingertips against his
burning skin. His dark hair was bed-raggled about his head as
he pulled away to catch his breath, peering down at her
angel's face with uncertain desire igniting behind blue eyes.
His hands on either side of her head balanced his weight over
her, sinewy muscles rippling under her soft caress.

"I..." he began, his beautiful face momentarily taking on a
shade of gray. He sounded almost pained as he tried to speak.
"...don' wanna...hurt...yyou..."
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 4:52 pm
Catherine


Catherine had made enough, more than enough, to satisfy her
needs for today. Money in any case. Her mind was more
scrambled than normal though. She kept wondering about Gawain,
about whether she had made it up to him enough, if she had
made amends or if he was just being polite in telling her he
would still show her Arthur's maps. As she left the tavern the
whore smiled to herself. It was a sad smile, a condescending
smile, a self-rebuking smile. Why should a whore care about
these things? Why should she care if she saw the maps or not?
So long as Gawain came by again to lay between her legs then
she should be satisfied...

And not for the first time did Catherine feel at odds with her
life's pursuits. Her lifestyle was so contrary to her
mindset...

Sighing, the blonde was twitching her hood into place before
she realised it wasn't raining. She paused a moment
overlooking the courtyard, looking up at the moon's off-white
shape disappear behind a cloud, a nimbus illuminated around
the edges of the cloud for a moment before it became to thick
for the moon's light to penetrate. Catherine pushed her hood
down, tugging the strings at her neck a little tighter for
warmth as she stepped down onto the muddy ground in front of
the tavern.

A part of her was willing herself to go home - another idiotic
part of her was saying to go wander the fortress and see if
there was more business to be had. Except her heart wasn't in
it.

Her heart may not have been in it, but when her hazy green
eyes spotted a familiar figure walking across the courtyard
towards the fortress she gave a wry smile and followed. Her
footfalls were quicker than his as she didn't have to think
about where she was going - she was just following. And for
what reason? Well... Lancelot embodied all that was wild and
untamed about Sarmatia in Catherine's eyes. Lancelot and
Tristan... but Tristan had already had his way with her and
said very little. Perhaps there was more to be said from
Lancelot... ? And he was rather handsome too. Bedding him
would not be anything like a chore.

Despite a twinge in her gut that wished it was Gawain she had
spotted at this dim hour walking alone in the moonlight, the
whore followed Lancelot with every intention on wooing him. He
stopped... his hand lifted to his eye... when Catherine came
up alongside of him she saw the darkness that must have been a
bruise and sucked in a soft breath between her perfect lips,
tilting her head to the side. Her gentle hand lifted towards
his hand lifted to his eye, barely touching his knuckles.

"Oooo poor thing. Would you like me to kiss it better?" she
asked with a smile and very subtle shift of her hips, moving
her body in closer to his without seeming to move at all.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 9:26 pm
Tristan


Bors
 
"Yeah, well...maybe 'e'll 'ave learned 'is lesson now...
shouldn't fink so though, arrogant git. So wassamatter
wiv it then?"


Wordlessly, Tristan reached over and once more scooped the
hawk one-handed from the bench beside him, setting her on his
thigh instead so that Bors could get a look at his makeshift
splint. She made another grab for the last of the meat in his
hand as he transferred her, and overbalanced, almost tipping
off his arm, but he got her straightened out with a stern
click of his tongue and a firmer grip, then let her have the
rest of the meat once she was settled on his leg- the one
farther from Bors, in a small deference to his unease with the
bird. She tore greedily into the rest of the rabbit flesh- a
chunk just too big for her to swallow all at once- as Tristan
explained.

"Wing..." he gestured to the splint with a small grimace. "I
didn't see it- Ione found her." His face settled into an
expression of worry on that admission and he reached out to
stroke the hawk's head again. He felt bad about that- about
not being there when whatever the mishap was had occured,
about not knowing more about it. A man had to take care of his
animal companions- and then they took care of him in return.
And the hawk was second only to his horse in Tristan's regard
and affections.











Linnette

Drake
 
"They're just books. I've read them a hundred times or
more. Do you...need anything?"


"Oh, well..." Once more rather uncertain, Linnette took a step
backwards, craning her neck to look experimentally out of the
doorway into the corridor. The woman she had originally ducked
in here meaning to avoid was gone- long gone while she
marveled over Drake's books and the fact of his literacy- and
the corridor was empty. Linnette suddenly felt a little silly
for having come in here to ask for, essentially, an escort to
such a perfectly normal place as the infirmary, and a
statement that she really hadn't meant anything by it, and
she'd be going now readied itself on the tip of her
tongue...but she stopped it before it came out. Truth
was...company would still be a welcome thing. At least, select
company. She repositioned the small book, held tightly against
her chest- in a rather defensive-looking posture, had she been
able to see it- and tried to phrase her request in as
inoffensive a way as possible.

"I was thinking to go visit Dagonet in the infirmary, and I
wondered if maybe..." she paused, looking up at Drake
questioningly sideways, out of the corner of her eyes, and
made a small nod towards the door.

"If you have time, that is...and if you wouldn't mind?" she
added hastily. She didn't want him to think he had to go- she
would be just fine without him, and after their conversation
about the books had lightened her mood a bit, she truly felt
that- she wasn't just putting a brave face on it. But...it
would just be nice. Several days ago, she would have
soul-searched and agonized about why that was, but no longer-
not since the terrible, crushing news. No more bother about
why- it would just be nice, and she would take whatever small
"nice" she could get.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 2:01 am
Alina


Kolya
 
"Bother me? Why would it bother me?"


She took that as a no, not that it was a surprise coming from
him. Although Alina had thought she had had an understanding
of the way Sarmatians worked - her cousin having been one -
but Kolya wasn't like others. Sarmatians honored each other
like no other people - did that not also include respecting
boundaries when it came to another Sarmatian's lover? When
Accolon had died, Kolya had arranged the aftermath, the burial
and such, and not because he had necessarily known her cousin
on a personal level and felt obligated to do so. It came
simply as one last act from one Sarmatian to another.
Camaraderie like that didn't fade over-night. Or had Kolya
simply invoked it at a time of convenience for himself? Did
this invisible code of conduct Sarmatians seemed to have
toward each other not apply to him because he no longer served
alongside his brethren?

Alina was far from looking to crucify his character, or blame
him for anything. Let ye without sin cast the first stone. She
was just trying to grasp the concept of him better. On the
contrary, she felt she was at fault in this situation, because
she allowed things to continue between them. Blame and worry
and everything else aside, however, Alina was beginning to
feel confident in what she wanted. That was something she had
not expected, to be able to accept things as they were and not
how they should've been. She wanted the unthinkable, the
impossible. What an ironic world they lived in.

Kolya
 
"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?"


"It was never about competition. I'm not a prize to be won,"
the healer told him, raising a hand to his face and
meticulously examining the damage.

She tsked in disapproval and carefully shifted from his
embrace, her hand on his arm to steady herself. Her ankle
throbbed, but walking seemed manageable. Tonight she couldn't
bear to face the infirmary, but at first light the woman was
determined to check in. She needed a little time to muster up
the courage to face Galahad again - and Lavinia - knowing her
absence would not have gone unnoticed by the old healer.

"Is it possible for me to leave you alone and for you to still
remain in one piece?" Alina asked Kolya then, brow arched
questioningly.
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 2:23 am
Bors


Bors continued to watch the creature uneasily, though with a
great deal of respect. He had no way with animals, apart from
his horse, but that was in his blood. On the whole he would
rather be on the ground fighting with his fists.

Tristan
 
"Wing... I didn't see it- Ione found her."


Bors leaned in slightly to inspect the splint, frowning.

"Right..." he nodded. "But it'll be awright though yeah? It'll
be able to fly again?"

While he had no real affinity with animals the way the scout
had, he did see the very real love that exsisted between the
two, and he knew it would affect Tristan deeply should it not
recover. Sometimes it was almost like Tristan saw through the
bird's eyes, so great was his knowledge of the land.

"I'm bloody starvin'!" Bors exclaimed suddenly, sitting back
and rubbing his stomach grouchily. "Wish she 'adn't given you
that bloody rabbit, I could just eat that now!"
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Author: Darya
Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 5:45 am
Darya and Neeve


Arthur
 
“Yes, love, we can,”


The quietly spoken words helped Darya to feel…safer. Yet the
Sarmatian could not really say if they made her feel better of
that. She just was not sure. Maybe – now that Arthur knew
about the changes as well – they just had to get some sleep.
Maybe tomorrow, things would be clearer and easier to
approach. However, the dark-haired did not get the chance to
tell her lover all this because the door was opened and the
Optio entered. Darya already knew that it was time to leave
even before one of the Romans spoke. She just allowed her
fingertips to briefly brush against Arthur’s leg before
letting her dark gaze shift towards Scipio…then towards Neeve.
The healer of course knew that it was time for the women to
leave, too…and had already packed everything up.

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


Arthur
 
“Ladies, please do excuse us,”


“Of course”, Neeve said formally and gave both, Commander and
Optio, a firm nod before moving towards the door. Darya also
bowed her head slightly at both Romans and followed the
healer. Soon both women had left the room and were standing in
the corridor.

“You are okay, right?”, the Briton asked Darya while
scrutinizing the other woman’s face. “Sure…just tired…”, was
the answer. “Look…even though I just told the Commander
several times to get some proper rest, I think that would do
good to you as well”, Neeve suggested, “…why don’t you just go
to your room and…I find you later? To…do what Arthur has asked
me to…?” Darya felt like arguing…but decided against it. For
now. After all, she was tired. “Alright…”, the Sarmatian
replied, the fact that she was not too happy about the
situation evident in her voice, “…my room’s just down the
corridor and around the corner…” Neeve nodded. “Okay…”, she
said and turned to walk into the opposite direction since she
had yet some things to take care of; but the healer stopped
and glanced back over her shoulder. “Hey…” “What?”, Darya
asked and met the healer’s gaze once more. “You’ll get used to
it…”, Neeve added and then walked on, just to disappear around
the next corner… She had to return the basket to the tavern…to
start with…

“Of course I will…”, the Sarmatian murmured, if a bit
sarcastically as she was not so sure about that yet, and
started to walk into the direction of her quarters. Once she
was there, the dark-haired did not even bother to undress but
just fell onto her bed… The woman used her cloak as blanket
and rested on her side…staring out of the window as she did
so. Resting properly was certainly easier said than done…
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Author: SarmatianKnight
Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 7:50 am
Lucius


While Lucius had put his own mug away he watched Derfel
filling his own again and again. He could not allow himself to
get drunk. He had seen people talking more than was good for
their own health when they were drunk. He would not risk to
share their fate. Life was cruel at times but he none the less
he would prefer to stay alive for now, avoiding contact with
prisons and hangmen. This was what he knew would happen if
anyone would realise that he was, in fact, a murderer. No
matter if he had killed purposely or if it had been an
accident.

The Roman saw the smile Derfel offered but knew the same time
that his question had not been the best decision. No doubt he
was NOT the first person to ask this.

Derfel
 
“You ever fought a fellow Roman?”


Lucius froze and his jaw dropped open. Literally and clearly
visible. To receive such a question in return instead of an
answer he had not expected. Otherwise he would have thought
twice about talking about the whole topic at all. He clenched
his teeth and looked away, seemingly looking for the serving
wench. He waved at her and when she reached the table he
ordered another mug of ale just to order anything. In fact, he
did not care, he just needed something to do. Just then he
dared to look back at Derfel and said: "Never." His expression
was still kind and open but there was a hint of distance in
his dark brown eyes, clearly saying that this answer should
better not be challenged. The Roman prefered to accept
Derfel's second answer with a nod instead of asking more for
now. He knew when he had to let it go - and now was certainly
a good moment to end the discussion about fighting his own
kind.

And Arthur?

Lucius had heard the tales and he had been curious and
interested to finally meet that man. Rest sounded good in
Lucius' ears, no doubt. But he was still curious to find out
how it would be to fight at the Commander's side and if the
tales were true... or just fairytales.

Derfel
 
“And I reckon I should see about getting some food back
to my lady before I’m too drunk to find my way home,”


Lucius laughed about the too drunk comment. Well, the chances
were not too bad for this after all the ale. "I hope she is
feeling better?" he asked, remembering the sad condition she
had been in when he had met the couple the first time.

Derfel
 
“What you got planned for this night, my friend? You
have a lady waiting for ya?”


The wide smile on Derfel's face told more that thousands words
and with a laugh Lucius shook his head. With this the hint of
distance was gone. "I plan to sleep, my Saxon friend." And
with this the message was clear: there was no lady waiting for
him anywhere. He thought of Neeve and wondered if she was
alright. Neeve and the days they spent together such a long
time ago when life had treated him well.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 9:31 am
Derfel


Derfel had consumed nearly enough ale to miss the subtle yet
poignant reaction Lucius had shown to the off-handed question
about fighting his own kind. Almost. While Lucius ordered
another ale for himself, Derfel thought he caught a glimse of
‘something’ unsettling in his friend’s dark eyes. But the
knight simply shrugged it off as nothing important…the other
man was a fellow soldier and surely had witnessed his own
horrors in his days fighting the enemies of Rome. Besides
Derfel’s mind, at the moment, was far too shrouded in his own
pain to clearly see it in anyone elses eyes….well that and
swimming with ale a bit too much to think clearly at this
point either.

Lucius
 
"I hope she is feeling better?"


“Aye, seems to be…and better still when I get back to the room
with some food,” Derfel snorted; beginning to feel a wee bit
guilty for taking so long to retrieve said promised food for
Linnesse. And he found himself truly longing to just collapse
into her sweet embrace for the remaineder of the night. But
with the luck of the gods, she was peacefully sleeping and
unaware of Derfel’s rather long absence. Although, it was
quite likely that Linnette would be waiting for the fair
haired man with a scowl and a harsh word at his tardiness. Ah
well. Best get used to that.

Lucius
 
"I plan to sleep, my Saxon friend."


Derfel met Lucius’ laugh with one of his own. He then scrubbed
a hand over his stubbly face and had a thought of how to
rectify that for his new friend. Blue eyes surveyed the dimly
lit tavern….surely there was a pretty and willing serving girl
around. Derfel hadn’t paid much attention to the women about
the place as he had no need for their companionship….but
surely Lucius would.

“Oy…have a look at that one over there,” Derfel gestured
towards a cute little brunette that was bent over a table
displaying a rather plump bosom while serving a group of
unappreciative soldiers.

“I’ve had a few friendly words with that lass before….I have
no doubt I could persuade her to escort you back to your room
for your ‘sleepin’,” Derfel gave a knowing wink across the
table to his new pal Lucius. The knight then caught the
attention of their rather matronly serving wench and ordered a
meal to go for he and the sisters. She gave Derfel a snappy
retort before heading off to the kitchens to retrieve his
order.

“So what say you?” Derfel further prodded Lucius with a wry
grin as he plunked his once again empty mug back down on the
wooden tabletop.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 10:28 am

Adian


The young man really did not need anyone to show him where
there might have been damage in the building, or any other
building. As he moved among the sick and injured, the thought
of the lovely blonde he had tried to care for (Linnesse) and
wondered how she had faired. Was she alright? She was a vision
of loveliness...and Adian had to admit that he was a sucker
for a lovely woman. Though the saucy maiden, Linnette, was
less to his liking though lovely as well....her manners and
attitude left something to be desired. He recalled the time
when he first met her that he had tried to flirt with her.

Fiona. Well, she was a friend though she was a woad. It was
because he had saved her life, that he had been set free from
his imprisonment in the woad camp....though he suspected that
some would have liked to have seen him die. Fiona had been
different, and he wondered why he had even left her side. She
had been good to him, and neither had looked at what the other
was: enemies. Was she alright? Would he ever see her again to
say what he had really wanted to say to her, instead of
sleeping with her, then leaving her. What a cad you are,
Adian! What a rouge! But then, you always were...funner that
way

Trained eyes did see some signs that the infirmary had taken
some hits during the attack, A broken window and what looked
like a slight amount of fire damage, and he made a mental note
to come by and begin fixing them in the morning. First he'd
need to stop by and pick up some wood, and his tools from the
stall Wogan was in.

His hands ran over a wall, and his mind went to Tatiana and
how she had appeared out of nowhere while he had been out
walking and thinking of Thorn. It was as though she knew he'd
be there...and how she seemed to "bewitch" him somehow...the
vision she had created during their bath. Damn it all, Adian!
You are just a jerk! Go back to her before she sees you for
the cad you really are! Seeing all he wished to see, Adian
left the infirmary to check over the damage done to the other
buildings in the fort. He still needed to think, and this was
a great way to do it...
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 4:57 pm
Lancelot


It was a testiment to how tired he really was that Lancelot
didn't hear the light footsteps behind him until the blond was
upon him. Her delicate hand rose in mimicry of his own,
lightly touching his knuckles.

Catherine
 
"Oooo poor thing. Would you like me to kiss it better?"


He'd seen this one about as well - he knew what she was, and
thought he knew her name...Catherine. Pretty blond, angelic
one. Too clean for the likes of him. And he was busy, in the
midst of a thought process that wasn't pretty, and really
didn't want to have to put on his charm and facade for yet
another whore that would end up teasing and then most likely
leaving. Fucking Eyla. I will have words with her. And soon.

And yet....

he noticed the subtle shift of her hips, and lowered the hand
that had been touching his shiner, grasping her fingers as he
did so. He cocked his head, and allowed his telltale smirk to
decorate his handsome if dirty features.

"Lady," he said, his voice low and rough, although not just
from his attempt at sexiness. He cleared his throat, and
turned his body to face her. His good eye raked her form; if
Eyla represented Arthur's version of hellacious, forbidden,
slightly spoiled fruit, this one was all things light and air
and the taste of sweet, just ripened apples. Or so it would
seem to Lancelot. "No more kissing for me this evening. I've
had bad luck with your sex - and I'm sore in need of
refreshment."

Would it be so bad to linger with her for a bit?

Might serve Arthur right to have to wait for me. Fuck that
damn 'official' optio. I will dally how I please.

He brought their joined hands to his nose and inhaled lightly.
"Lovely - after spending the past few weeks with too many
soldiers, and the last few hours locked in that place," he
nodded toward the infirmary with a dark look, "it is
refreshing to see you...Catherine?"

He made the name a question, even though he was relatively
certain he was right. He took another deep breath, and then
freed her hand from his grip. Calm, Lancelot, calm. He smiled
again, a crooked affair that disappeared quickly from his
face. "What do you here, really, lady?"
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 5:05 pm
Ione


When she arrived at the shop, there was a message waiting for
her from a customer who frequented her shop. Ione could not
read that well, but from what she got of it, the noble lady no
longer wanted the dress. Ione rolled her eyes: this was just
not her day as everything that could go wrong did go wrong.
Plus she had not eaten much, and she was hungry, but nothing
still sounded good. In frustration, Ione crumbled up the note,
and cast it aside. One never could do enough sometimes to
please a customer. You could do everything they asked, and
decorate it with painstaking needle work, and still it was not
good enough. Opening the door to the shop, Ione went inside,
and shut the door behind her....

...her dark eyes scanned the shop for signs of Mirtha, but
appearently he had gone. Hanging her cloak on the hook by the
door, Ione walked over to the saffron yellow dress with the
deep blue needle work around the sleeves and bottom hem of the
dress. Well, it was custom made, and now that the lady did not
want it, Ione had to figure out who else could use a dress.
There was one who might, and Ione had wondered how she had
faired since the last she had seen of her in the infirmary
before the attack : Linnesse. Well, maybe she'd want it. She
is petite and slender. The young weaver took the dress, and
wrapped it carefully in parchment paper so as not to get it
messed up and dirty, tying it with a piece of string.

Hopefully, Linnesse would like it.

Ione smiled as she grabbed her cloak again, and placed it on
her shoulders, before grabbing the package and heading out the
door again. Making her way over to the knight's quarters, she
asked a servant which room the Lady Linnesse was in. The
servant pointed down three doors from where they were, and
Ione thanked the woman. Clutching the package, Ione walked
down the quiet corridor, before arriving at the indicated
room. Hopefully, Linnesse was not asleep.

Taking in a heavy sigh, Ione knocked on the door quietly...
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