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September 2008
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golden_trillium

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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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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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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?

Dagonet
 
"How does it feel?"


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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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.

Saoirse
 
"Hmm? 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."


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.

Saoirse
 
"How's this this mornin' ? An' please tell me the
truth.."


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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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....

Linnette
 
"Morning, Vanora,"


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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Tue Sep 23, 2008 7:25 pm
Linnette


Vanora
 
"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..."


"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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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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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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed Sep 24, 2008 6:27 am
Merlin


Mona
 
"Time? Time? There IS no more time! I've waited long
enough, damn you! I got rid of Neeria by making you all
think she betrayed you, I set Guinevere up to kill those
men and now, now when I'm finally ready, you have a
whore in your bed and talk to me of time! There IS no
more time!"


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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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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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?

Titrus
 
"Ssssh! She's sleeping, leave her alone."


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.

Titrus
 
"Come now!"


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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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Wed Sep 24, 2008 1:16 pm

Arthur


Lancelot
 
"Indeed, I'm happy to see you at least dressed for bed,
as opposed to collapsing in a heap in your armor like
I'd expected you to."


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.

Lancelot
 
"Your tunic. Thank you for the loan. Don't worry, though
- it has been cleaned and pressed as I promised."


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.

Lancelot
 
"It's watered down. You could probably use a cup or
three,"


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.

Lancelot
 
"Your wound? How does it fare? I believe I owe you a
report, hm?"


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.

Lancelot
 
"Unless of course you'd rather just skip to the
'punishment' I assume your Optio wishes you to give me.
Ow. Fuck,"


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.

Linnesse
 
"You all right, love?"


“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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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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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...

Mirtha
 
"Hi" "How are you feeling?"


...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

Linnette
 
"I'll eat,"


cook
 
"Take more- we got fresh supplies yesterday," "And you
need your nourishment!"


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...

Linnette
 
"We got lots of supplies, then?"


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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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.

Linnesse
 
"I can get you some water if you like...should I come
in?"


“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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