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September 2008
Topic Started: Apr 22 2010, 01:55 PM (2,548 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Starbelle
Date: Tue Sep 02, 2008 5:24 pm
Jols


After ordering a refill on his ale, the squire nursed his
drink as he glanced around the room, making brief eye-contact
with one of the two Centurions as he did so. Jols nodded his
head in a friendly greeting to them.

"Woads are nothing but trouble. They can't be trusted to keep
their word to the enemy only if it either suits them or they
can get something out of it in return for themselves." He
commented seriously. "I think that that the woad got it into
her head somehow, someway that Scout could help her in some
particular way. Just *how* she thinks that I'm not quite sure
of." Jols replied with a small shrug before sipping at his
drink again.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Tue Sep 02, 2008 7:16 pm
Tristan


Neeria
 
"Why am I in this place? I did what I said I would do!
Therefore I should not be a prisoner; they have gone
back on their word! You can help me, Tristan. Talk to
Arthur. Surely he favors you, his scout. I am cold and
hungry. Surely you would feed even a dog and give him
warmth! I do know who you are. We are not enemies,
Sarmatian."


Tristan merely pushed her away again, rolling his eyes at that
statement that they were not enemies…yes they were! What else
could they be? She did not intimidate him, though- but she did
exasperate the hell out of him. At least she wasn’t clutching
at him and shouting any more, but she seemed to expect him to
work miracles! Why? And why should he, even if he could?

Neeve
 
“No doubt they had a good reason to put you here…”


From behind Tristan, in the shadow created by the cell door,
Neeve spoke softly, and Tristan half-turned to her, though he
kept more than half his attention on the Woad. He was damned
if he’d allow himself to be surprised.

“She promised to lead us to Merlin,” he growled by way of
concise, grumpy explanation to Neeve. “Took us to a camp, but
he wasn’t there. He found us. Then it all went to shit. So who
knows what she meant to do- but she’s a Woad.” He added that
last darkly, significantly. She was a Woad. And that was most
of what they needed to know about her. She couldn’t be up to
anything good, and damned if he was going to go running to the
commander like an old woman to beg mercy for her. Though if he
knew Arthur, he wouldn’t hold this woman for long. More than
likely she’d be out of here by tomorrow, at the latest, as
soon as Arthur had heard all the relevant reports and thought
on it a bit. Maybe Tristan should tell Neeria that…though at
this moment he wasn’t sure whether such a prediction would
make things better or worse.











Linnette

Dagonet
 
"Much better. Only tired...what happened?"


“Oh, well…” Linnette glanced down dispassionately at her
hands, seeing as if for the first time the neat bandages that
covered the palms, the thicker, more supportive layers of
cloth on the possibly-broken left one. She hadn’t planned on
showing them to Dagonet…but his touch and his question were
gentle enough that she found she didn’t mind him seeing them
as much as she had thought she might. Though she still didn’t
really want to explain.

“I…” she broke off with a sigh, then, glancing quickly from
Dagonet to Saoirse for permission, sat down tiredly on the
edge of the bed, on the side opposite from the one Saoirse
occupied.

“I got a little upset,” she admitted, pulling her hands back
from Dagonet’s and setting them deliberately in her lap- not
hiding them, really, just…taking them back to herself.

“I was told I had to move quarters…but it’s settled now,” she
explained, looking back to Dagonet with another little
meant-to-be-encouraging half-smile, and deliberately leaving
vague exactly in what way it had been “settled”. She and
Linnesse and Derfel were indeed “settled” in the new place
now, and the last thing she wanted was more fruitless outrage
on her behalf, more upheavals. She was settled, albeit not
exactly as she wanted to be- it was good enough, and it was
better than uncertainty.











Quintus

Jols
 
"Woads are nothing but trouble. They can be trusted to
keep their word to the enemy only if it either suits
them or they can get something out of it in return for
themselves. I think that that Woad got it into her head
somehow, someway, that scout could help her in some
particular way. Just how she thinks that I'm not quite
sure of."


“She’s crazy if she thinks that,” Quintus remarked with
another snort and a roll of his eyes. Tristan the Sarmatian
was a heartless bastard, by all accounts, and the Centurion’s
personal experience with him, though limited, certainly bore
that out. The man didn’t seem to feel anything human except an
unnatural affection for that bird that followed him
everywhere.

“He’d as soon kill her as look at her- and most of the rest of
the lads feel the same way.” Considering the recent attacks
while a truce was theoretically in effect, Woads in general
were not popular in the fortress right now. That woman was
lucky she was still alive, and not even raped like that one
poor bastard had tried to do before the mission.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Tue Sep 02, 2008 8:42 pm
Ione


She tried to sleep, but the sleep would not come.

All she could hear were Linnesse's words in her head, and
every time they drifted through Ione's mind, the more the
tears would come...the ones she fought so hard to control. She
lay on her back, and slowly opened her eyes which were wet
with tears, blinking them back. Her worried and troubled
thoughts assailed her mind: Her unborn child, Mirtha's anger
toward her, the losses of Accolan and Gedeon...and Thorn. Her
thoughts went out to Linnette, and wondered if there was
anything she could do for her. Condolences were surely in
order, as well as blankets and baby clothes for Linnette's own
child...

Ione swiped a tear from her cheek, as she sat up rubbing her
stomach. Neeve had told her to calm down and try to sleep, but
for Ione, sleep would not come. Her biggest worry was for
Javier, the man she had loved with all of her heart, and he
had loved her as well. Sitting on the edge of the bed dragging
her blanket with her, Ione left a hand run over the cold side
of the bed almost sensing that the Southerner was there with
her even now...Have the Gods kept you safe, love? I wish there
was some way for me to know that you are still thinking of
me... The ring on her finger glinted in the dim light shining
through her small window...

Getting up out of bed, Ione walked out into the shop area
where her favorite chair sat a safe distance from the fire.
Huddled in the chair with her blanket about her, Ione stared
blankly into the fire thinking back on all of the men she had
wasted her love on. The ones she had cared so much for:
Lancelot, Galahad, Javier, Arthur, Mirtha, Accolan,
Matteus....

She became angry as the tears flowed more freely. Gods what a
laughing stock she had become: the woman who gave her hear tot
any man who looked her way. Oh, but if they had only knew just
how serious she had been, and that the love she had offered
them was from her heart and not for a one night stand.
Lancelot had been the first and foremost in that love
capacity. Granted she did not consider herself a blossoming
beauty, but she did have a heart and a great capacity to love.
With a sigh, she turned her tear stained face toward the
window and looked out into the bleak night....

It was at this point that Ione made a vow to herself that it
would just be she and Javier's child. She made up her mind to
live alone, and the only love she had left would be given to
her child...

Perhaps her heart would know if the right man happened to
cross her path...so far it had been wrong, but if she quit
trying, then surely the right one would come into her life.









Adian

The one gate he had used to go hunting was now blocked up.
Adian cursed under his breath, though he had heard from some
folks passing by that a wagon had arrived with supplies had
arrived at the fort earlier. Well thank the gods for that!
Suppose it would not hurt to check on the wood and other
supplies we'll need for the repair jobs to be started in the
morning.... With a heavy sigh, Adian walked back to his
quarters. He'd get an early start tomorrow.

The young carpenter arrived at his quarters hoping to the gods
that Tatiana was asleep. Quietly, he opened the door, stepped
inside and closed it softly behind him. The room was dark
except for the glowing embers in the fire. Taking off his dark
cloak, Adian walked over to a table he kept a candle on and
lit it. He smiled at the soft glow it brought to the room, and
he picked up the holder and carried the candle over to his own
bed. Setting it down, he unlaced his tunic and slipped it over
his head trying to be quiet so that his new room mate could
sleep...

In his thoughts, Thorn was there with him...
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Author: Kay
Date: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:18 am
Guinevere


The princess watched as her father strode away to talk to Ash.
A jerk of his head invited her along wth him, but she was in
no mood to join in the conversation. She wanted to be alone;
to have time to turn over the event of these last few days in
her mind. Two of her best fighters were now lost; one through
capture and the other...Guinevere sighed; she was certain that
Mona had lost her wits. Her father still seemed unconvinced.
Whatever the truth of the matter, Mona would no longer be able
to fight against the Romans by her side.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Wed Sep 03, 2008 12:40 pm

Arthur


Silence filled in the space between Arthur and Amadeus and the
Commander was glad of it. He needed to think….about more than
just the failed mission and the dissension between Scipio and
Barbattus. Arthur rubbed his thick fingers across his mouth
and sighed down at the flames where they gleefully and
obliviously danced in the fireplace. He felt guilty for
sending Darya away…again. He felt guilty for all that he had
not said when Darya had informed him of her pregnancy….their
child. And what in God’s name was keeping Lancelot? Arthur’s
chin dropped as he shut his weary eyes against the maelstrom
of emotions that churned inside of his head the moment he let
Lancelot enter into his thoughts. Luckily, Arthur’s side
twinged to distract him and he pressed the palm of his hand
even tighter against the stony hearth.

Focus on the failed mission first. Duty first. Darya and
Lancelot….I will have the remainder of the night for them. And
then I shall ride out to Merlin at first light.

The Commander than turned his thoughts to the other pressing
issue at hand and began to brood over – recalling every word
of – Scipio’s report while the Optio sat quietly at the table.
One positive note: Amadeus had spoken well of Tristan and
Arthur would make a point to thank his scout for that. The
Sarmatian knights were not fond of their Roman counterparts
(that was putting it extremely mildly) and thus Arthur was
sure Tristan had made quite an effort on the mission while
serving under a newly assigned Roman officer. Yet apparently
Malcus had not.

……He presumed to dress me down, reminding me of our intention
here and threatening me, sir, with your name. I know you would
not do it, Commander, but your Captain almost made it seem to
me that he was there to spy upon me, that he was there because
you did not trust me.

Had Arthur intentionally sent Malcus to keep an eye on
Amadeus? Perhaps in a way he had. Amadeus had no prior
experiences treating with Merlin and the Woads. But why would
Malcus openly threaten a superior officer and risk his own
punishment; possibly severe…..and Arthur would now have his
answer as a knock came at the open door and Captain Barbattus
strode into the Commander’s quarters head held high and
confident. Serious yet weary emerald eyes met determined dark
ones….

….Malcus gave a proper salute to which Arthur met - to himself
hardly the vision of a proper Roman officer while barefoot,
casually dressed in a black un-tucked tunic and leather
trousers - with grace and an appreciative nod of his head.
Arthur, although not conscious of it himself, always exuded
strength and honour…he was a natural born leader…born to be
the guiding force, source of wisdom and power for everyone…
other than himself. His left hand remained carefully placed
over his wounded side while his right slid from the hearth and
came to rest on his hip as Arthur turned to fully face Malcus.

Malcus
 
"Commander Castus, I am reporting, sir, according to
your order,"


His gaze briefly flickered to the small crucifix at Malcus’
throat…quite similar to the one that Arthur wore beneath his
own tunic…Uther’s cross. The son drew strength from the
father’s cross. Malcus had known Arthur’s father and had long
fought at Arthur’s side….Arthur had always trusted him and
would trust in his words now. ‘Faith in God and in our
brothers…bound together in life and in death.’ An oath spoken
long ago among soldiers before Arthur had risen in the ranks
still held true today as the Commander looked upon Malcus
Barbattus; friend and loyal soldier.

“Captain,” Arthur answered officially and took a step closer
to Malcus; the corner of his mouth curved up into a small
genuine smile for his friend despite the seriousness of the
moment. Arthur took a moment to glance over Malcus and found
no outward signs of injury…thank God. Amadeus had reported no
losses, but that did not rule out injuries to the men.

“I am glad to see you have returned from Merlin’s camp in one
piece, Captain,” Arthur began without for the moment
acknowledging Scipio’s presence. He cleared his throat and
twisted his mouth before continuing….it was never a pleasant
task to deal with insubordination…especially when it was
someone the caliber of Malcus.

“I have received the Optio’s report on the mission,” Arthur
briefly gestured towards Scipio with his right hand, but did
not break eye contact with Malcus. “I wish to also hear your
account of the meeting with Merlin…please speak freely,
Captain,” Arthur gave a gentle nudge - permission if you like
- for Malcus to speak openly as the Commander needed all the
facts from both of his officers before he would make his
assessment. Malcus knew him, knew that Arthur would truly
listen and treat the Captain with respect and fairness no
matter what.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Wed Sep 03, 2008 12:47 pm
Dagonet


Dagonet held her hands very gently, mindful for not to cause
her any pain or harm, if it was serious. He could not see
anything behind the bandages... and was very worried about
this. He had been always worried for people he cared for. And
he cared for Linnette very much. She was his son's wife...
future mother of his grandchild.

Dagonet had never a real family years back at Sarmatia...
Familly without a father, he had been always acting like a
protector to his younger brothers. Then he had Bridgette and
little Gedeon, who he had lost because of Rome. He had never
tasted how to have a real, loving family.

Here in this place, was hard to endure alone. Here everybody
searched for anybody close. And those people around you became
your family.... And Dagonet was in desperate need of a family.
Those people around... Bors, Vanore, their children, other
knights, Arthur, Saoirse, Linnette and her sister - this was
his family now. They had to look for each other.

Those few people meant whole world to him.

Linnette
 
“Oh, well… I… I got a little upset, I was told I had to
move quarters…but it’s settled now,”


Dagonet felt hesitation in her voice and in the way she looked
down at her hurted hands. She looked from Dagonet to Saoirse
and took a sit on his bed. While she explained Linnette took
hands away from Dagonet's grasp. The tall knight frowned at
her explenation. Settled... Move quarters? How was that
possible? She needed a place to stay. How was it settled?
He did not understand.

"Move?" he asked, after clearing his throat.

He himself didn't know which was best, avoiding the topic of
which hurted them both the most, or talking about it. After
she moved her hands away from him, Dagonet nervously brought
one of his own to his side and the other laid just beside
Linnette, not having the caurage to touch her hands again.

He felt so nervous... he wanted to ask how was she feeling,
was she to the chapel, and what have she done with Gedeon's
things. He wanted to talk with her about what happened. Felt
so strong urge that it was almost overwhelming.

Maybe she was not ready for it. Maybe he was not ready for
it... Maybe it was too fast. Maybe it was better to stay
silent about it. Maybe this will hand between them endlessly
and none of them will break themselfs to speak of it.
Dagonet's gaze dropped with nervusness and shook his head
sadly, swallowing roughly.

They both needed time and it would seem they both needed
somebody close with them. He had Saoirse... Who she had?
Linnesse? Derfel?

Dagonet should take full responsibility for her... he should
take care of her. Instead it was she, who had to come and ask
about his condition. It hurted more than he could ever believe
it would....
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Wed Sep 03, 2008 1:02 pm
Derfel


Linnesse
 
“Cheese? Or do you mean something else entirely? Just a
minute.”


Derfel groaned appreciatively as Linnesse gently rocked in his
lap. Of course he meant something else entirely. But he
refrained from commenting and simply grinned at his lover even
as she slipped out of his grasp. Mithras! If only his stomach
would settle down a bit so he could more fully enjoy this
right now. But instead of chasing after Linnesse, Derfel took
a bite out of the chunk of cheese she had placed in his hand
before crawling out of his lap. Where was she off to anyways?
Ahhh…gathering the contents that had spilled out of the
basket. Good. Derfel’s stomach gurgled and he gave the
offended thing a comforting rub with his free hand. The knight
frowned though at watching his lover walk out of their room
with said food. He was still hungry! I suppose I have to get
up and walk…er stumble…after her now if I want her….er the
food.

But luckily that was not the case as Linnesse quickly returned
and much to his amusement, promptly patted Derfel on the head.

Linnesse
 
“Still eating?”


“Well I was, luv…you take all the meal out?” Derfel answered
in a wounded tone and reached for Linnesse’s slender
waist….finding her kneecap first. His hand slid up under the
material of whatever she wore and gave her bare thigh a
generous rub.

“Save something else for me?” Derfel teased and tilted his
head back anticipating a kiss but thumping his skull against
the wall behind him. “Ow,” He half laughed…in truth he hardly
felt anything due to his current inebriation.
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Author: Starbelle
Dat: Wed Sep 03, 2008 5:00 pm
Tatiana


Over in her own bed, Tatiana stirred slightly then woke up
from the light doze that she'd been in when she heard the door
open and his boots enter their room.

"Adian..did..you get..everything.. that you needed to get
done?" A few yawns escaping her control and slipping into her
voice as she spoke quietly while sitting up letting the covers
roll down slightly with her movements.

"I wasn't sure if you'd be thirsty when you returned, so I
made some tea in a pot for us . The base is resting inside of
a deep nest of embers on the floor of the fireplace to keep it
warm as I wasn't sure just when you would be coming in.
There's an empty mug sitting on the table for you. I hope that
you like it." Tatiana commented, her sleepy voice sounding
like a little girl in the darkness talking to her father in
the middle of the night.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed Sep 03, 2008 7:57 pm
Linnette


Dagonet
 
”Move?”


So it seemed he wasn’t going to let her just not explain that.
Not that she could really blame him- she just didn’t want him
to worry. Linnette shrugged and put on another half-smile, her
eyes flicking to Saoirse, too, hoping she would understand the
need to reassure, rather than protest.

“Yes…I’m sharing with Derfel and Linnesse now. We have a nice
two-room down at the end of the same building.” Curse it, that
was so cheerful and bright- not at all what Linnette felt
about it. Nice, the quarters maybe were, but there was no use
pretending that they were her first choice of a place to stay.
A twinge of bitterness plucked at her throat as she remembered
how glimpsing the closing door of the new quarters had
prevented her from going in to put the little book now tucked
under her arm away, and with a sigh she let the book slip down
and brought it around to rest in her lap with her bandaged
hands. The sight of the title and the cover, though, made the
corner of her mouth twitch up almost imperceptibly, though. A
comedy, Drake had said…maybe it would prove good reading.

“It’s nice,” she repeated, ducking her head a little to try to
catch Dagonet’s eye. He was gazing down at the blanket,
swallowing roughly almost as if he was nervous. Him, nervous
too?

“You look like him when you do that,” Linnette whispered, the
words tumbling from her mouth without premeditation. She
hadn’t meant to say that, hadn’t meant to make what might be
an awkward remark, but the resemblance had suddenly struck
her- how if you stripped away the layers of sadness, the
weighty years from Dagonet’s expression, you might be left
with the same boyish apprehension and eagerness to please that
had marked Gedeon’s first overtures to her. Would the child in
her belly also look like that? Would it look much like its
father at all? Linnette’s hand went unconsciously to her
stomach, and she blinked a dampish blink as she tried to
imagine a similar expression on the face of a child- a baby.











Linnesse

Derfel
 
“Well I was, luv…you take all the meal out? Save
something else for me? Ow.”


“Oh, love,” Linnesse laughed herself in response, shaking her
head in mild exasperation again and leaning forward to place a
kiss on his forehead, this time.

‘We’ve got to stop hitting your head on things…here.” She
groped for a moment in the opposite direction from the basket
and managed to locate and pull down one of the pillows from
the bed, which she carefully tucked behind Derfel’s head with
a nod of satisfaction. At this rate, though, they were going
to have the whole bed out of the bed before they got back in
it!

“And I didn’t take all the food out there- here’s the rest.”
She reached over for the basket again and now plonked the
whole thing- minus the food she had left out for Linnette- in
Derfel’s lap, between then two of them.

“Plenty in here still…” she stuck her hand in and came up this
time with a piece of cold meat- it had been thinly sliced, she
was happy to note- folded it, and held it up to Derfel’s mouth
again, while all the while the foot of the leg he was rubbing
curved into the hollow of his elbow and rubbed against his
bicep in its teasing turn.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Wed Sep 03, 2008 7:58 pm

Malcus Barbattus


Malcus quickly scanned Arthur, his friend, from head to toe.
He noticed how Arthur carefully covered his side with his left
hand. The commander's eyes were clear but weary with what
appeared to be fatigue, his thick curls mussed about his head.
Arthur stood tall in his bare feet and untucked tunic. Even in
his disheveled state, Arthur exuded confidence and authority.
Under his open-necked tunic, Malcus caught a glint of the gold
necklace that Arthur always wore around his neck, just like he
- Malcus, always did. The memory of the elder Pendragon made a
faint smile momentarily appear on Malcus' iron jaw.

‘Faith in God and in our brothers…bound together in life and
in death.’

The oath rang loudly in Malcus' ears. It was as true that day
as it was the first day Barbattus uttered those words as a
young soldier, fighting by Arthur's side. Malcus knew that
Arthur would hear his case and be fair even if fairness meant
harsh punishment for Malcus. Barbattus could live with that,
coming from Arthur.

Commander Castus returned Malcus' salute and Barbattus finally
turned his gaze upon the smug optio sitting at Arthur's table.
Malcus nodded at the optio. The sight of the piss-ant Roman
made the captain's stomach roll. The smug, secure way Amadeus
sat in the chair with all of his Roman piety made Malcus want
to hit the other man in his ratty, thin little nose.

"Sir," he said with slight nod of his head.

Malcus' acknowledgement purposely came after his salutation to
Arthur. Barbattus didn't bother to look at Amadeus long enough
to see if the other officer returned the acknowledgement.
Looking back at Arthur, searching the other man's face, Malcus
silently communicated that he was ready to face his fate.

Arthur
 
“Captain, I am glad to see you have returned from
Merlin’s camp in one piece, Captain,”


"Thank you sir," Malcus said lowering his head quickly and
then returning to the green eyes that steadied him.


Arthur
 
“I have received the Optio’s report on the mission. I
wish to also hear your account of the meeting with
Merlin…


Malcus nodded his head sharply in acknowledgement of Arthur's
words. Barbattus shot a quick glance over at Amadeus again,
who had a smirk on his face, a look that seemed to dare Malcus
to challenge his account of the mission. For one fleeting
moment, Barbattus seemed to hestitate. But Arthur, knowing him
better than any other, must have sensed the captain's
hesitation.

Arthur
 
"Please speak freely, Captain,”


Malcus looked back at Arthur and drew a breath.

"Thank you, sir. The woad prisoner led us to a camp. She said
it was the camp she was deployed from for the attack on the
road. That information seemed viable, sir. It did appear that
at one time there was an occupied woad camp. There were spent
fire rings and some structures were standing. It was deserted,
save a few woad men left behind. I don't know, sir, if the
woad prisoner knew the camp had been deserted or not, there is
no way to be sure, but she did lead us to the camp earnestly.
The woad men at the camp were already tied up when we got
there. I don't know who tied them or why they were tied. Optio
Scipio began interrogating them and when one of them claimed
not to know the whereabouts of Merlin, optio Scipio had
Tristan cut his throat, threatening to dispatch the other. It
was senseless, cold-blooded murder, Arthur, enough to enrage
Merlin and get us all killed."

Malcus looked away from Arthur and glared at Amadeus. Then he
looked back at Arthur, fighting to control his temper before
he finished his account of the failed mission.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 1:25 am
Dagonet


Linnette
 
“Yes…I’m sharing with Derfel and Linnesse now. We have a
nice two-room down at the end of the same building.”


Sharing with Derfel and Linnesse? Nice two-room... Well
Dagonet did not expected to hear something like that. Why and
who in the first place was allowed to move her.... anywhere?
She was a wife of a knight she should have his room. Who
ordered this?

Even if Linnette's words were cheerful and she seemed feeling
not bad about it, Dagonet felt frustrated and angry once again
at himself. If he would be up he would maybe settle this
differently!

On the other hand he would probably make big fuss about it and
end up with doing not much more than bringing Linnette to his
own room... to look after her. This was maybe better. She had
her sister close and Derfel, who promised to look after her.

Linnette
 
“It’s nice,”


He saw her efforts to look into his eyes, but he tried to
avoid this. He feared that in the moment he looks up at her he
would say something about him. And that it will turn their
attention from something trivial to something that really
mattered.

But it was not him that brought the topic but Linnette
herself.

Linnette
 
“You look like him when you do that,”


A simple statement... that made his heart tremble and his eyes
to look up slowly at her with a frown of sorrow that he could
not suppress. He had not thought before how he should remember
Linnette of Gedeon. He had not thought how he was in fact
similar to the loved one she lost. The last thing he wanted
was to make her sad, but the mere sentence she said made his
heart squeez in sadness.

He once more dropped his gaze, thinking what should he do. He
never was good at emotional matters... He had always found
himself speachless in those.

After a brief moment Dagonet looked up and oppened his mouth
to say something, but sorrow grasped him so thight that he
almost felt like crying again. Crying.. while he promised
himself to stay strong for her.

"I... " he swallowed once more. "I'm not so handsome as
him..." he finally got out from himself, trying the
half-smile, but nothing coming out of it. His frown deepened.
Silence was streaching.

Everything he wanted to ask or to say slipped away leaving him
helpless.

The guilt overwhelming... Guilt over not looking after Gedeon
in the battle, over not being able to find his body, over that
he had to stay in the infirmary, over not being able to
support Linnette... and even over being so much similar to
Gedeon that probably brought pain to the young woman.

"I am sorry...." he said silently lowering his head, tears
threating to fall again, but he was able to restrain himself
from doing it. He had to be strong... while he felt his
streanghts once more leaving him.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 9:47 am
Neeria


Tristan pulled away from Neeria's grasp. She wanted to grab
him again, shake him. She didn't, but she moved even closer to
him in the small cell. She did not want to be left alone in
the dungeon again. Death would have comforted her more. Neeria
squinted her eyes, as her sight adjusted better to the light
from the torches in the hallway. The woman was with Tristan it
seemed. She was a pretty, slender woman with short dark hair.
Neeria wondered who was. She did not have a British accent,
nor was it Roman. Maybe she held favor with Arthur and that is
why she was there.

Tristan
 
“She promised to lead us to Merlin. Took us to a camp,
but he wasn’t there. He found us. Then it all went to
shit. So who knows what she meant to do- but she’s a
Woad.”


Neeria grabbed Tristan by the arm again, seething with anger.

"Yes! I AM a native in my own homeland. And what are YOU? I
took you to Merlin to save my people from more of your
slaughter. You would have killed all of us on that road and
left our bodies to the vultures!! You fight us with swords and
armor against our rocks and sticks! And for WHAT? OUR land?
And you call US the savages for protecting what is rightfully
ours? You fight for Rome and I fight for my own people! And
where are your people, Tristan? In the graves that ROME
created for them! We...are...not...enemies!Which one of us is
the real savage, Sarmatian? Which one of is the REAL traitor?"

Neeria's breath came in ragged gasps. "Why do you hate me so?"
she spat at him in anger.

"All I'm asking is that you remove me from this place. Like
you, scout, I have nowhere else to go. But I don't want to...I
can't...be here," Neeria said softly, fighting the angry tears
that threatened to spill from her eyes.

Finally, she released Tristan. She looked at him for a moment,
in the darkness, then turned to the woman.

"Lady," the woad said, "will you at least find someone to help
me with my injury?"

Neeria raised her tunic, exposing herself to them both,
showing the Sarmatians the gaping wound in her side. Then she
fell to her knees.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 10:03 am
Linnette


Dagonet
 
"I...I'm not so handsome as him...”


“I don’t know- Saoirse might disagree with that.” Linnette was
a bit surprised to hear herself give a small laugh at that,
and she raised her head and met the other woman’s eyes wryly.
Dagonet, however, though he seemed to be trying to smile, was
unsuccessful- he merely frowned deeper, as the moment of
silence stretched. He looked less like Gedeon now- Gedeon
hadn’t frowned much. Except for the occasional times when he
was upset about something, he had been either smiling, or just
with a neutral, thoughtful expression. Not frowning and
furrowing his brow all the time like a couple of other men
Linnette could mention.

Dagonet
 
”I am sorry..."


“You don’t have to be,” Linnette leaned towards Dagonet
urgently, now making bold enough to set her fingers under his
chin and gently try to raise his gaze. He was crying, maybe,
and trying to hide it- but Linnette didn’t want him to.
Suddenly, she wanted the old flash of resemblance to Gedeon
back, so that she could look at it, even if it made her sad,
and even if it wasn’t really Gedeon at all. Just a little bit
was something.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, and…Gedeon always said…”
Linnette was talking more quickly now, the words tumbling out
of her, borne of a desperate desire to cheer the older man up,
even a little bit. Not to have him break down crying in front
of her, as surely he would not want to do.

“He said even before he found you he knew that you were a
great man. He…” Linnette sniffed back threatening tears, but
continued gamely on. “He admired you more even than I think
you know.” It had been true- Dagonet had represented in every
way the kind of man that Gedeon had hoped to be. Not in his
servitude, perhaps, but that was a circumstance imposed by
others; but in courage, fortitude, gentleness, honesty, and
trustworthiness, Gedeon had considered Dagonet to be the
ultimate example of masculinity, to be emulated to the
greatest extent possible. His admiration had been almost
childlike, born as it was of childhood stories told by his
mother- but it had been all the stronger for that.
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Author: Darya
Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 12:16 pm
Neeve


Tristan
 
“She promised to lead us to Merlin. Took us to a camp,
but he wasn’t there. He found us. Then it all went to
shit. So who knows what she meant to do- but she’s a
Woad.”


Neeve nodded slightly at Tristan’s words and furrowed her brow
as she tried to picture what the scout had just explained to
her. That certainly was the beginning of the end of the
mission: trusting a Woad to lead Scipio and the others. No
doubt the Optio had been anything but happy about that as
well…and now with the mission having gone rather miserable, he
would no doubt stress that matter in his report to Arthur.
Neeve stiffly licked her lips and sighed quietly. That was
also more than enough reason to see this particular Woad down
here in the dungeons…beside the fact that she was…well, a
Woad.

Neeria
 
"Yes! I AM a native in my own homeland. And what are
YOU? I took you to Merlin to save my people from more of
your slaughter. You would have killed all of us on that
road and left our bodies to the vultures!! You fight us
with swords and armor against our rocks and sticks! And
for WHAT? OUR land? And you call US the savages for
protecting what is rightfully ours? You fight for Rome
and I fight for my own people! And where are your
people, Tristan? In the graves that ROME created for
them! We...are...not...enemies! Which one of us is the
real savage, Sarmatian? Which one of is the REAL
traitor? Why do you hate me so? All I'm asking is that
you remove me from this place. Like you, scout, I have
nowhere else to go. But I don't want to...I can't...be
here,"


There…the Woad touched Tristan again. Neeve tilted her head to
the other side, pretty much expecting the scout to push the
other woman away again. However, there was some truth in the
prisoner’s words…yet the Briton was not willing to accept
them…not all of them. “The graves Rome might have created for
them…”, Neeve mused, “…yet it was mainly Woads who killed the
knights and therewith put them into those graves…” With that,
the healer’s piercing blue eyes were on the Woad. “And you
cannot argue that point…”, she added with an arched eyebrow,
“…interesting way to treat those who – according to you – are
not your enemies. Besides, those knights did not exactly
choose to fight Rome’s war…”

The healer knew that she, being a child of Britain herself,
should rather support and encourage the Woad…but she knew
Arthur and his knights for too long to do so. Her gaze shifted
towards Tristan as she fell silent. She did not like the war
that had been going on on the island for so long now…but she
had learned a long time ago, that Arthur was only obeying to
Rome’s orders as well…and he of all Romans at least tried to
do so with as little bloodshed as possible…and who was
treating his knights with respect…

Neeria
 
"Lady, will you at least find someone to help me with my
injury?"


Neeve smirked slightly and pushed herself away from the
doorframe as the Woad addressed her directly. “Today is your
lucky day, Woad…”, the raven-haired woman replied neutrally,
“I happen to be a healer…” The Briton made a step forward to
have a better look at the bleeding wound that the Woad was
exposing to her and Tristan…it looked pretty nasty. “Now who
did you try to kill for this, hm?”, she asked and narrowed her
eyes a little as she visually examined the injury…
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 2:27 pm
Tristan


Neeria
 
"Yes! I AM a native in my own homeland. And what are
YOU? I took you to Merlin to save my people from more of
your slaughter. You would have killed all of us on that
road and left our bodies to the vultures!! You fight us
with swords and armor against our rocks and sticks! And
for WHAT? OUR land? And you call US the savages for
protecting what is rightfully ours? You fight for Rome
and I fight for my own people! And where are your
people, Tristan? In the graves that ROME created for
them! We...are...not...enemies! Which one of us is the
real savage, Sarmatian? Which one of is the REAL
traitor? Why do you hate me so? All I'm asking is that
you remove me from this place. Like you, scout, I have
nowhere else to go. But I don't want to...I can't...be
here. Lady, will you at least find someone to help me
with my injury?"


Neeve
 
“Today is your lucky day, Woad…I happen to be a
healer…now who did you try to kill for this, hm?”


"Arthur," muttered Tristan under his breath, answering the
question even though it was not directed at him. He had
retreated a step towards the cell door, arms crossed
uncommunicatively over his chest, half-backing out of the
cramped room already as Neeve moved forward to attend to the
Woad. Could he get away with leaving the cell entirely, he
wondered, while the two women were busy? Could he just turn
and leave the dungeons and never come back? Probably not. Not
without another tirade by the Woad, such as the one he had
just taken, stone-faced, without response. Some of her words
struck close to home- but she wouldn't give her the
satisfaction of knowing that. She was still an enemy.
Sarmatians had fought Woads for long enough that the original
reasons for their conflict hardly mattered. People who wanted-
who tried- to kill you were your enemies, and Neeria had
certainly tried to kill Tristan, back on the road. All the
rest was mere politics- and Tristan preferred not to worry
about that. It was too disturbing, anyway.
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