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| golden_trillium | Apr 29 2010, 10:20 PM Post #136 |
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Author: Eledhwen Date: Tue Sep 23, 2008 11:42 am Bors Bors groaned and rolled over, automatically reaching out with one hand to feel the rapidly cooling space beside him where Vanora had not long lain. He frowned, still half asleep, then squinted at the course sheet as he patted it fruitlessly. "Bloody woman," he growled, and hefted himself up onto his elbows, looking round the room before sitting up completely and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Standing slowly, he gingerly put weight onto his injured leg, and raised his eyebrows in surprise as he felt relatively little pain. "Hmph!" he grunted, and walked slowly across to the wash stand where he splashed his grizzled face with cold water, shaking his head as the droplets ran down his stubbled cheeks. Rubbing his hands over his shaved head, he walked back across to the bed and sat down heavily, allowing himself a few precious moments to gather his thoughts before starting the day. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 29 2010, 10:21 PM Post #137 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Tue Sep 23, 2008 12:08 pm Neeria Neeria drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around them, trying to draw together as much heat as she could. She hadn't slept at all, the cold making it impossible. Her stomach rumbled with hunger. She couldn't remember when she'd eaten last. Her hair was matted and she itched from fleas, ants and the gods knew what else crawled on her bruised body. The smells of urine, feces, body odor and death assaulted her senses making her alternate between feelings of starvation and of nausea. Neeria wanted to eat, wash, and rid herself of the filthy clothes the Romans had given her. She wanted to go home. The smallest fragment of slight leaked into her small cell. She wanted to bang on the door and scream again, but she lacked the strength. It would have done little good anyway. Tristan and the dark-haired woman had left her, vowing not to return. The woad had nothing to do but to think of Mikal and Seerus. She missed them terribly. And Guinevere, her best friend, she thought with grief, what had happened to her and to Mona? Neeria hadn't been able to explain everything to Merlin. Merlin she thought, and suddenly tears filled her eyes. He was like a father to her and now he believed she had betrayed him. She missed him and all of her people. Beyond her control, hot, salty tears fell from her eyes and down her dirty cheeks. Neeria buried her head in her hands while her small body shook from her uncontrollable sobs. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 29 2010, 10:24 PM Post #138 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Tue Sep 23, 2008 1:53 pm Amadeus Despite not sleeping very well the past two days, Amadeus rose early. He woke as the sun crept in through a split in the wooden shutters that covered the window and rolled over. His leg was agony and he shut his grey eyes to wish away the pain. That was all he could think of for the first five minutes being awake - the pain. It was in his arm where he had been sliced by a woad during the attack and it was in his chest where another blue demon had barrelled into him clumsily. But today was not a day for feeling sorry for oneself. Throwing the covers off his half naked body, the Optio sprawled out on his back, his legs askew, his arms thrown up above his head, the sinews and muscles of his body looking taut, rigid - as if he had just run a marathon instead of been asleep the past few hours. Grey eyes scanned the canopy above his head and the shrewd mind behind the eyes thought of how today was going to go. He was to accompany Arthur to meet with Merlin, again. And he had much to do of his own besides this. He had to write to Rome, prepare the orders for the men who would be rebuilding whilst the Fort's Commander and second were absent. He needed to speak with Mordred, to discuss where they would go once Arthur traitorously made another pact with Merlin. Surely Rome would frown upon such yellow-bellied tactics from the Commander of their furthest outpost? He really aught to check on Linnesse and Linnette, ensure that they were wanting for nothing. Perhaps he would invite one or both of them to join him for a drink in the tavern in the evening when he returned from the woad fiasco... ? Gingerly, Amadeus sat up. His black hair was a mess, sticking out at odd angles and when he looked over towards the window a stream of warm, winter light colored his face, shadowing one side and igniting the other to a radiant golden. His eyebrows raised, the Optio looked almost juvenile - handsome without a doubt, but there was something in the way his sleepy grey eyes looked to the sun that made him look 12 years old again. A cockerel gave it's morning squawk and broke the spell. Amadeus looked down at his bare feet, wiggled his toes and forced himself to stand, wash and dress. A servant rapped on the door and gave him his breakfast which Amadeus ate with relish, savouring the warmth of the oats and the richness of the honey. That done he was ready for the day. His thigh secretly strapped, Amadeus walked out of his room and strode down the corridor - intent on overseeing the men rebuilding the barracks before reporting to Arthur. The Fort commander may be too injured to oversee the rebuilding, but Amadeus would be seen to be the one who cared for the Roman infantrymen who served there. Their allegiance, respect and loyalty would be imperative when the time came for the coup.... Drake "Higher boy, higher!" Drake growled as he launched himself bodily at the youngster. The kid already sported a bloody eyebrow from not having his practice sword lifted high enough and once more Drake's wooden stick came thunking down against his temple. The boy fell to the ground gripping his head, his sword cast aside and Drake rolled his green eyes. They scanned the older boys who were observing and gestured with an open palm upturned - his chest heaving with exertion. "Who can see remedy his mistake?" the Spaniard asked. One tiny teen lifted his hand uncertainly and took a step forward when Drake cocked an eyebrow at him. "He needs the sword to be higher." the boy answered to snickering from the others gathered. Drake frowned, waving his hand to hush them - "That's obvious boy. How?" Unnerved by his contemporaries snickers earlier, the boy blushed and sniffed, looking down at the ground until Drake tapped his chin with the tip of his practice sword, forcing his eyes to meet his masters'. "He could meet your backhand with an underhand instead of slice the way he's been doing - that ways the swords in the right place for your next hit." He was right. Drake managed not to react in any way whatsover. He stood back and gestured for the tiny kid to come forward and show him, and the others, precisely what he meant. It was the first time this particular boy had practised with Drake adn the others, so new that Drake didn't even know his name. The Spaniard attacked. There was not much force in how the boy repelled each jab and thrust but he had enough skill to ensure his only injury by the time Drake made his final stroke was grazed knuckles. Drake gave a guffaw of laughter and reached across to the boy, pulling him into his muscled side and ruffled up his hair. "You got it." he said gruffly. The boy laughed too, looking up at Drake admirably. The Spaniard shoved him away tehn, not cruelly, and pointed his practise sword at those gathered in warning - "The rest of you are to stay out here until you get it too. What's your name boy?" "Hod, sir." "Hod will lead and you had better get the hang of it by tomorrow morning or you'll all end up with bloody eyebrows." Drake warned, tossing his sword to Hod. He strode off, leaving the recruits to train. They had gone beyond the point where they would try to leave early or before they had accomplished their set task. They had all learned not to try deceive Octavius in that fashion. The Spaniard donned his worn, red cloak to shield his body from the morning chill. He was going to get some breakfast at the infirmary when his feet took him off that path, his mind conjuring the embarrassing image of his last moments with Linnette the night before. He had no desire to bump into her so soon - - the poor woman would probably think he was stalking her every move. Instead, he made his way across the courtyard, head bowed, towards the infirmary. The wound on his hand was in need of a salve, or something, to prevent any infection and he couldn't bring himself to actually ask Linnette though she had done a neat job on the bandaging when it happened - and he really needed to check the two girls though the thoughts of their innocent little faces, expectant eyes in Fleur's case, was nerve-wracking for him. Raking a hand back through his short black hair, Drake walked into the infirmary and cleared his throat as he looked around. Fleur and Cassidy were right where he had left them and not for the first time Drake thought that it was high time they were put up somewhere more suitable. The infirmary was ok when Cassidy was recovering from her illness but they would need somewhere long term soon. He was too stoney faced to bring the topic up with anyone who might know where to house two young girls though. A nun approached him and cocked an eyebrow warily, taking in the breadth of his shoulders, the rough beard on his chin and the severe frown upon his brow. "You alright there sir?" she asked not unkindly. Drake nodded his head at her wordlessly and strode past her, down towards the two girls, eyes swivelling to see who else was there at the infirmary that he might recognise. Saoirse His expression was suddenly very sad when she asked about his sleeping. Saoirse sighed, leaning her head to the side, her ear resting against her shoulder as she perused his face for any signs of him being in pain or discomfort at all. Of course he had not slept well - Saoirse's hope that his injuries and the agony of the past few days might have been enough to wear him out to the point of exhausted slumber had been naive, she knew that now. He wuold have to sleep eventually. Perhaps a draught to assist him ... ? Was there such a thing? Would he agree to drink it if she made it for him?
The Irishwoman didn't know what he referred to as she had been perusing his face instead of paying attention to his words. She raised her eyebrows - "Hmm?" - she murmured quietly, then looked to where he pointed. She tilted her head to the other side and shrugged lightly, glancing back up into his eyes. "Tha'? Oh it's grand - don' worry bout tha'. I told ye it wasn' tha' serious. Just needed a bit of attention. It'll be right as rain in no time." she told him with a soft smile, draping a hand over his shoulder and leaning down to kiss his chin softly. She remained there, her nose against his lips, her eyes fluttering closed as she breathed in the masculine scent of his skin. Opening her eyes, Saoirse rolled her head til it was on his shoulder and looked down his solid body to his stomach. The hand on his shoulder slid downwards over his chest, down the centre of his stomach and out to the side, hovering an inch above the bandage as she bit the edge of her lip. "How's this this mornin' ? An' please tell me the truth.." she asked, keepng her eyes downcast to his wound. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 29 2010, 11:11 PM Post #139 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Tue Sep 23, 2008 3:36 pm Dagonet She seemed to think about something, examining his face and he briefly wondered about what. Her face looked worried. Was she again worried about him? He had never been a good liar and Dagonet knew that he could not just tell her that everything was alright... that he had been sleeping well and nothing was wrong. In fact he knew that she would guess in matter of seconds that it wasn't the truth. There was no point in trying being insincere to her. However, he hated to see that she was so worried about him. She shouldn't be the one who has to worry and protect... Dagonet should be like that.
Firstly she seemed not to undertand about what was he asking her, but after a second looked down at her wound and answered him quickly. Probably wanted him to assure and Dagonet half-smiled at this... This and that she kissed his chin, remaining so close to him for a longer time. He missed her so much on the mission... those colds nights without her. Maybe his absence at the fort wasn't long, but the mission was very painful for him that he missed of peace and those precious, silent moments with her alone. He knew it was far from being alone... in infirmary,but this brief moment brought him some doze of what he longed to. Dagonet murmured something in answer at her words and allowed his eyes to close, tasting this quiet moment with her. Sarmatian felt as her head rolled to his shoulder and how her hand slid from his shoulder to his chest. And his eyes remained closed... even trought his tunic he felt her hand so vivdly. He longed to be with her alone.To be able to lay beside her and stop thinking about everything, about the pain. Just be with her... When her hand touched his side, just above the wound Dagonet knew already what was coming... He knew that she would ask. The brutal reality was coming back and no magical,quiet moment will again disturb it for now. Dagonet oppened his eyes and looked at her hand touching the edge of bandage.
He winced at the mere thought of this damned wound. It did hurt during the night, it did burn like fire still, even now.. but it felt better in fact. The truth... "It hurts..." he said sincerely. "But it had been worst yesterday. I think it's better." Dagonet sighed a little... and prepared the the reaction of what was he going to say next. "I'd like to get from this bed today..." he stated simply. "...only to stretch my legs a little." he added after a second. He felt trapped here, without possibility to get out. Without hope to be better. A little walk would give him some faith in his strenght. If he had any after all of this. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 29 2010, 11:12 PM Post #140 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Tue Sep 23, 2008 4:26 pm Vanora So far, the morning crowd was slow, but it'd soon pick up. It always did when the knights and others of the fort awoke. Vanora hoped that today would be far better than the last two. Over in the corner, near the tavern entrance, she spotted Tristan who was quitely feeding his injured hawk. Vanora still was not sure of the details surrounding the injuries to the bird, but then she guessed that if Tristan wanted her to know, he'd tell her. As she continued to wipe down the counter in front of her, Vanora noticed that Linnette had entered as well. It was good to see her and it looked like she was engaging the scout in some conversation. The red head went back to her work not wanting to stare a hole into the two as they talked, and it was a few moments, before Vanora spotted Linnette making her way toward the kitchen....
Vanora smiled, and turned to peek her head into the kitchen where Linnette was putting down her cloak and book that she had carried in, "Good Morning to you, Linnette. How are you doing this morning? And make sure that you have some breakfast. Don't want you going hungry..." Okay so her motherly instincts had kicked in, and she hoped that Linnette would know that she was only looking out for ehr best interests. And starting the day with a good breakfast was one of them. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 29 2010, 11:13 PM Post #141 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Tue Sep 23, 2008 7:25 pm Linnette
"I'll eat," Linnette assured Vanora blandly as she hung her cloak up on the rack inside the kitchen door. She could smell the breakfast easily, see the cooks moving around preparing it, and, in contrast to most of yesterday, her stomach seemed to respond to the imminence of food normally- with hunger that was urgent, but not overwhelmingly so. She stashed the book in the deep pocket of her cloak- she'd start it later, maybe- and went to the hearth to dip up some porridge. "Take more- we got fresh supplies yesterday," the woman nearest the hearth said happily, emphatically miming the scooping up of another spoonful of the cooked oats. "And you need your nourishment!" A significant raised eyebrow towards Linnette's barely-rounded stomach, and Linnette dropped her eyes to the floor, a little embarrassed. What would it be like to go around with a belly out to here in a few months? Would she feel uncomfortably conspicuous, then, or would it be all right? Linnette was leaning towards the former, but for now, she took the extra scoop of oats- which wasn't unwelcome- and was generous with the honey on top of the porridge, too. Balancing her bowl in one hand and taking up a spoon with the other, Linnette carried her breakfast back out to the bar counter, where she perched it on the counter not too far from Vanora and leaned her elbows on the counter, bending over the bowl and blowing lightly to try to cool it. "We got lots of supplies, then?" she asked Vanora curiously, raising her head from the bowl and positioning the spoon in her hand to start eating- cautiously. It was still hot, but it smelled good. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 29 2010, 11:14 PM Post #142 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Tue Sep 23, 2008 7:47 pm Adian He had forgone breakfast, to head right to work as there was much to repair and rebuild. He had left Tatiana sleeping in their quarters to get an early start on the many projects around the fort. Adian headed off with his bundled lunch and a box of tools that his father had used all still in great working order. Adian made sure of it otherwise what good would they do if they were not sharpened and kept up. His mind was still on Thorn's death, and everytime he thought on it, the guilt he felt seemed to go deeper. Oh! He had not forgotten her that easily. Adian had been selfish, and had gone back on his protection of her and their child. The woad imprisonment, Juna...all of it seemed like just a glitch in his life that he never wanted to remember. Approaching a group of workers already gathered at one of the damaged buildings. Setting his tool box and lunch down, Adian took off his heavy leather jacket, and began to help the other carpenters repair the damaged building. And there was a lot. Adian figured it'd take well into the night to even get the work done. Tying his tool box to a rope, Adian climbed the ladder to the roof to inspect the damage, then called down for the roofing items to be sent up. He and two other men would begin there, while the rest began work on the walls and other damaged parts... |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 29 2010, 11:15 PM Post #143 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Wed Sep 24, 2008 1:04 am Ash Ash had scarcely slept during the night. The placement of his wounds, even the minor ones, had prevented him from finding comfort in any restful position. To add to his irritation, Eala for the longest time had sat with him and gawked. He managed to ignore her enthusiasm for awhile, but honestly a person could take only so much encouragement, even silent encouragement, before wanting to snap. When she finally curled into a ball and fell asleep, it was amazing to Ash how instantaneously quieter it had seemed to become. Eala did not speak with words like he did, but her power of expression was as equally communicative. He hadn't realized until this moment as he watched her in silent slumber how profoundly her inner voice carried through in consciousness. The words of the unspoken were loudest to those who cared to listen. Earlier he had attempted to defect himself from her wordless but deafening persistence. Ash could only appreciate the irony of it all now. Eventually, fatigue ate away at the Woad. He had fallen asleep situated uncomfortably against the roots of an ancient tree with a protective palm resting upon Eala's back. Exhausted as he was, Ash still slept lightly. Little went unnoticed by him. His mind registered every rustle, every crunch of snow, every cough and sneeze and snore. Like Eala spoke to him without the use of words, the forest did as well. Like Eala, the forest, too, had its own language, and Ash confided in its silent song. Ash was fully conscious when Eala bustled herself awake early and immediately gave his leg a rousing prod. He cracked open one eye to look down at her and stifled a relieved groan as he stretched the stiffness from his leg, the one that Eala had ended up tangled about for warmth and comfort during the night. At least she hadn't - as far as he could tell - drooled on him. The last person he had allowed to lean against him to rest had left her saliva down the material of his sleeve. His respite was quickly deflated when he spotted the nodule of dampness upon the thigh of his pant leg where the girl's face had lain. He pursed his lips in mild annoyance. It must have been a female thing, he decided, reluctantly wiping away the spittle with his sleeve. Eala was there beside him again a moment later, reaching a small clammy palm out to his forehead, and he gave an exasperated sigh. Honestly, one second of peace was all he asked for! Unfortunately he was in no shape to go out-climb the girl on a tree or something to escape her insistent nursing. Perhaps he'd go hide in a bush for awhile and pretend to be attending to 'personal business.' Others in the camp had since awakened as well, and now gathered. Ash could not see from where he was sitting what was going on, but the tone of anxious whisperings made him ignore the pain in his mid-section and climb to his feet. He assumed Eala was on his tail as he pushed through the crowd for a closer look, soon realizing that something had happened with Mona; Ash grit his teeth in disgust and put out an arm to prevent Eala from advancing toward the scene any further. He had not seen the blonde woman swipe at their fearless leader savagely, although he assumed she had attacked either Merlin or perhaps even Juna who was nearby, and now she was currently being restrained by several others. Ash sighed impatiently as dark eyes intently watched the next events unfold before him. What madness! |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 29 2010, 11:16 PM Post #144 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Wed Sep 24, 2008 6:27 am Merlin
Curse his inattention, his lingering tiredness! Even despite the crazed yelling, Merlin had not been expecting the knife. He hadn't expected her to be armed at all, and was a bit confused when she bent, apparently to pick up something from the ground...but her hand went to her boot instead, and came up with a blade flashing in its grasp, Merlin barely had a chance to jump out of the way as the madwoman struck. He scooted his feet backwards, sucking in his stomach with his arms flying out for balance, as the knife blade skimmed by him, missing his flesh by less than an inch. Immediately, the other surrounding warriors were upon her, though, grabbing her arms and pulling her back, restraining her from further harming their leader. Merlin caught Guinevere's eyes among the group and held them for a moment, a knowing look, and a bit of an apology, too...Mona had tried to attack her last night, and now she had attacked Merlin himself. Merlin had been angry with Guinevere, too, at the time, and had perhaps not taken this as seriously as he should have...perhaps he should have even ordered Mona tied up. But he had not. Regaining his balance, he reached out an arm behind and beside him to steady Juna, too, and once he felt that she was all right, took a menacing step towards Mona, his eyes burning. She was a traitor now, crazy or not- she deserved no place among his people! |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 29 2010, 11:17 PM Post #145 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Wed Sep 24, 2008 6:43 am Mona Mona growled like a wild animal when she realized she'd missed slicing Merlin. She gripped the knife by the handle and raised it high over her head, ready to strike again. She shrieked hysterically, her eyes bulging and the chords in her neck stretched. But before she could take a step, she was tackled around the waist and someone grabbed her raised hand, bending it backwards and yanking away the knife. Mona hit the ground on her stomach, someone's knee firmly placed in her back. Another person held her arms behind her back twisting her hands precariously and held by her thumbs. The crazed woad struggled and kicked trying to get free. She growled and spit and uttered curses in her native tongue. May you burn in hottest pits of hell!! she screamed. I'll kill you! I'll kill all of you!! |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 29 2010, 11:18 PM Post #146 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Wed Sep 24, 2008 10:00 am Mirtha There was a man on the chair near Ione and Mirtha frowned as he recognised a roman soldier in the man. What was he doing with her?
Ssssh!???? Nobody could such normally queit him like that! Mirtha frowned at this and shook his head, wanting to say something more, but the man before him already moved. Stood up and turned towards the door. Said his goodbyes towards Ione and moved away even more.
The man left, but Mirtha did not move as Ione stirred in her sleep. Why was she here? Was it because of his fault again? Mirtha watched for a longer mintues... and shocked with the situation the stableman sat down on the chair Titrus has just left empty. With a deep frown upon his brow Mirtha watched her sleep. He features were at peace now. He didn't know how long had he been here, sitting and looking at her. But he was there. He reached to grasp her hand but hesitated in the last moment and backed away his hand. Shook his head and sighed deeply... "This is so fucked up..." he muttered to himself and stood up from the chair. Turned quickly to walk away... stopped for a moment to look back at her and after a second he walked into the cold night. But he could not go to the stables and get drunk himself again. He felt helpless and useless... So he stayed in the nearest area of the infirmary and waited for the dawn to come. He came into the infirmary and noticed that Ione was awake. He smiled down at her coming closer. "Hi" he greeted her. "How are you feeling?" |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 29 2010, 11:20 PM Post #147 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Wed Sep 24, 2008 1:16 pm Arthur
Arthur only mildly grunted in response and rubbed a hand over his sleep-filled eyes. And for the moment, his focus was not on the details of Lancelot’s appearance….luckily for the Sarmatian.
Just who was this man in the room with Arthur right now? Lancelot never returned borrowed clothing, let alone pressed and laundered. Arthur’s brow thickened in puzzlement as his gaze followed Lancelot’s retreating form. The other man then appeared to kindly rekindle the fire in the hearth without being ordered to do so. And Arthur’s foolish heart immediately likened Lancelot’s current actions to the changes in their relationship in recent days. Arthur quietly sighed at his imprudent thoughts and shook his head to clear away that ‘hope’. Things were different now…no matter what was in Arthur’s heart, or Lancelot’s for that matter.
Arthur accepted the jug from Lancelot’s hand, but did not readily drink from it. He was far too occupied with all the thoughts flooding his mind again now that he was awake. Arthur sat the jug on the bed against his right thigh and held it upright there while sorting his thoughts…his lieutenant needed to be made aware of the Commander’s plans for the day just as much as Arthur needed to hear an update on the men.
Something was off…Arthur could tell by Lancelot’s stiff and odd posture. Was he in pain? The shadows still somewhat hid the black eye from Arthur’s view, especially since he was not looking for a mark on Lancelot’s face…but looked to the knight’s arm first where he knew Lancelot to have an existing wound.
At hearing Lancelot’s curse, Arthur finally fully focused on the man sitting by his side. He then immediately saw the source of Lancelot’s discomfort…clearly. One of the knight’s eyes was swollen shut and obviously brilliantly bruised as it was decorated in the darkest of colors all the way around. Arthur reached up to carefully yet firmly grasp at Lancelot’s bearded jaw. He leaned closer to the other man while forcing Lancelot to turn his head at an optimal angle for Arthur to thoroughly scrutinize his injured eye. “Who hit you and why?” Arthur demanded to know, yet concern was quite evident in his tone, gaze and touch. Arthur set aside all other points of contention including his own discomfort…Lancelot was his only focus now. And since the dark knight had not come storming into Arthur’s quarters ranting about whatever had transpired that had resulted in such an injury….Arthur could only construe that Lancelot had been at fault. Whose jealous lover had he insulted this time? Derfel The gods had mercy as Linnette quickly excused herself from the room and without cursing Derfel for simply breathing. He audibly sighed his relief even as he clutched at his angry stomach.
“Not feelin’ too grand this mornin’, luv,” Derfel answered abashed while he accepted the chamberpot from Linnesse’s hand. And that was that. Atempting to spare his beloved the sights of what ailed him, Derfel turned away and shoved through the door back into their small room. He emptied the contents of his stomach into the chamberpot with a gurgled groan of pure misery. Too much ale the night before…..never again. Derfel slowly slid down the wall to sit on the floor with the chamberpot between his knees…just in the event he would still require it. A light film of sweat coated his skin and his head throbbed. So much for getting going this morning. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 30 2010, 09:05 PM Post #148 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:13 pm Linnesse "Derfel?" One hand resting on the wood of the doorframe, Linnesse craned her neck to peek through the narrow gap between door and frame without actually opening the door further. Derfel had done his best to push it closed behind him a moment ago, just before he had...well, tossed up what was left of last night's dinner, that much was obvious. Right now, she could see only the top of his blond head, a glimpse of bare shoulder, and his extended legs before him. His head was slumped tiredly, and if the sounds of a moment ago were any indication, he had had an uncomfortable past minute. "I can get you some water if you like...should I come in?" Linnesse called out anxiously, wanting to help- but not wanting to invade his privacy, either, if he just wanted to be by himself. Hopefully that helped get rid of whatever else in his stomach was troubling him and that would be the end of it- but still, worry stuck in her throat, and their happy laughing coupling of last night no longer seemed like such a good thing, if it had led to this. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 30 2010, 09:07 PM Post #149 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Wed Sep 24, 2008 7:32 pm Ione The night before, she was in so much pain, and so sedated by all of the herbs that the nun kept giving her, that she had forgotten that she had heard Mirtha's voice. Ione had fallen asleep, but had been awaken by another sharp pain which had brought the nun back to her side dabbing at the sweat on her brow. In truth, Ione really didn't feel like seeing anyone right now. The young woman awoke again to speak with the nun, only to find that Mirtha had returned still smelling like whatever he drank the night before. There was a smile on his face as he spoke to her...
...Ione just stared at him with glazed dark eyes. Right now, she was in too much pain and exhaustion to be warm and friendly. But Mirtha had come in to see her at least, and ask how she was, so Ione felt that he deserved an answer, 'I...It is..my child....something is..wrong...' She whispered coldly and with a mixture of sadness mixed in. Even though he smelled terrible, it was good to have another friend close by, and Ione reached out a hand to take a hold of his, more for support than anything else just as she had with Titrus. She had few friends, and the ones she did have, she valued highly. The nun watched the smelly man approach Ione's bed, and listened to them talk, but Ione needed to relax, so the nun felt it best to explain to Mirtha just what was going on. Standing from her chair, the nun took Mirtha by the arm and pulled him a bit away from the bed. She looked from the bed to where Ione was trying to get in another comfortable position, back to Mirtha. 'Her contractions are a bit close....the two Romans brought her in last night saying they had found her lying in the courtyard close to here...' The nun sighed. 'Ione is losing her child....' Vanora
Well, at least Linnette was going to eat something, or at least she said she was going to do so. Vanora smiled at the young woman as it was always good to see at least someone loyal to their jobs, besides she and the cooks. Vanora had been very grateful for the supplies that had arrived as fresh meat had not arrived of late as it had a few weeks ago. Whoever the person had been who had begun to hunt and give the meat to the tavern had been an angel some sort surely. She had her suspicions though she could never be sure.... Vanora caught the raised eyebrow of the cook, the look resting on the young woman's stomach. Scowling a bit at the cook, Vanora moved a bit closer to Linnette, but in a way that she tried not to make it so obvious why she had. After all of the children she bore to Bors, to Vanora, there was nothing wrong with being pregnant. Vanora remained silent as she watched Linnette take a scoop of oats, and carried it over to the bar counter. Vanora could not imagine what her business would be like if she did not have Linnette doing to books and keeping tabs on everything...
Vanora set about drying the mugs that had been washed, and placed them on the shelves behind her, then set about wiping another one down, "Aye, we did. Well, it is more than we had before. We had begun running out of meat, since whoever was leaving it mysteriously in the back of the tavern has not done it for a while, and other much needed things like flour, and friut..." Vanora stopped short, and looked at Linnette, "did we ever find out who did that kind deed? Whoever it is deserves some thanks. They sure helped out when we needed meat..." Adian He moved the rest of the items needed to repair the roof of the building, and then dropped the rope so theat his men could tie a bucket of nails to the other end. With a wave to go ahead, Adian hoisted the bucket of nails to the roof. He and another man, set the bucket on a level surface, but Adian forgot to move his fingers and left out an "OH Fuckin' shit! That hurt!" as the other man lifted the bucket allowing Adian to remove his throbbing fingers. Restting hte bucket back on the surface. Adian scowled as two of his fingers developed blood blisters. Great way to begin the day! Adian slightly smiled at the other two men who were to help him with the roof. With a heavy sigh, Adian set about to work. Well the day was still young. Moving to his tool box, he reached in and grabbed a hammer and his saw, then moved back to the bucket of nails. After grabbing a hand full, he moved to the hole in the roof and began to measure exactly the size wood he need to patch it.... |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 30 2010, 09:08 PM Post #150 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Thu Sep 25, 2008 11:10 am Derfel Derfel had heard Linnesse call his name, but he did not readily answer. His throat hurt and he had the most awful taste left over in his mouth. He wrinkled his nose and squinched up his expression while praying to the gods for mercy. Derfel had certainly been the fool to imbibe in so much ale last night.
“Water would be grand, luv,” Derfel croaked while he carefully set the chamberpot to the side away from the entrance to the small room. He didn’t want Linnesse to have to deal with disposing of his mess right now. He still felt weak and the nausea had certainly not passed, but Derfel managed to crawl towards the bed – which was luckily only a few feet away from where he had ended up on the floor – and rather clumsily climbed up onto the mattress. He held his head in his hands for a moment while awaiting Linnesse’s return with some water. “I think I need to sleep this off, luv….don’t worry…I’ll be fine in a bit….” Derfel said with a miserable groan and let his body fall backwards on the bed. His right hand languidly rubbed over his wretched belly while he covered his face with his left arm. Sleep…that would fix this. And then he’d see about his duties and look in on Dagonet. And the young knight prayed to Bel that no one would miss him this morning. |
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