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September 2008
Topic Started: Apr 22 2010, 01:55 PM (2,547 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Unicorn
Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 3:04 pm
Dagonet


Linnette
 
“I don’t know- Saoirse might disagree with that.”


She breathed a laugh. It was good to hear her laugh now.
Dagonet himself had not yet the courage to do such thing. Dark
thought of Gedeon never being there to smile at him was enough
to make him restrain himself from even smiling.

Even so he glanced at Saoirse, who sat there in strange for
her silence. But it was better this way he thought. Linnette
and him had a moment for themselfs... but in the same way he
felt supported by Saoirse.

Linnette
 
“You don’t have to be,”


He was suprised by her fast reaction... her quick lean closer
to him and by the touch of her fingers under his chin, which
made him react immidiately. His green-grey eyes looked back at
her... Her words were meant for him to cheer him up. But the
guilt inside didn't fade away. His frown did not disappear.
And the urge to cry was the same strong as before.

Don't have to... He could do nothing about it. He just felt
sorry for this whole situation. He felt guilty over
everything. It was always like this that he was taking too
much over his shoulders and thought of himself as a reason for
everything around him. He wanted to protect everybody around,
instead there was more pain in his thight world.

Linnette was eager to help him trough this... She wanted him
to stop being sorry... but he felt he was not ready for it
entirely.

Linnette
 
“You haven’t done anything wrong, and…Gedeon always
said…He said even before he found you he knew that you
were a great man. He…He admired you more even than I
think you know.”


Dagonet listened to her quick words and felt his heart a
little warmer. Gedeon thought of him as a great man... admired
him. But this great man was not able to protect anybody. This
great man was not even able to stop the tragedy... He lost his
own children. Both of them differently. And he lost pride from
being the man he was. He lost faith... He had lost everything
which was important to him.

Sarmatian tried once more to give her smile... it was harder
than he thought... But after a second a little, very weak
half-smile appeared on his face and the frown loosened a
little.

"Admired me? Always said this?" he asked not completely
believing her words. "You really think so? I was never a true
father to him.. why should he feel so about me?"

His smile deepened a little.

"I am so proud of him. Always have... He...was the great man,
he was the man I should have been..."

His face fell after a moment.

"And I have done wrong..." he confessed, looking deep into her
eyes and allowing some silence between them. "I've not been
there with him during the battle... I did not protect him as I
should. and I was not able to bring him back to you... I've
searched for hours... I've left him there, and I won't forgive
myself for this, Linnette, ever"
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golden_trillium

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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 6:57 pm
Neeria


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


Tristan
 
"Arthur"


Neeria glared at the woman who approached her.

"The knights may not have chosen to fight, lady, but they
continue to do what Rome commands them instead of standing up
and rallying against the true enemy which holds them under its
boot!" the small woman hissed.

"At least my people fight against those who oppress them!" she
added.

Then Neeria turned back to Tristan who, surprisingly, had not
countered her verbal assault.

"And while I may have attacked Arthur, it was your life I
spared on the road, scout. I could have killed you and I did
not."

Neeria placed her hand on the cell wall and pushed herself
back up on her feet, which were still numb from the cold. The
woad felt faint from hunger and her throat ached from dryness.

"Tristan, I've done everything I told you I would do and I
have never fought against you. All that I ask of you is that
you take me to Arthur so that I may ask for the freedom he
promised me."

Then she turned her dark eyes and locked onto Neeve's blue
orbs.

"As a woman, I also ask you for your help, lady."

Neeria groaned and bent over from the pain in her side.









Titrus

Titrus took another healthy swig of his ale and burped. Three
containers was usually his limit but after a day like they'd
had, he felt like treating himself. Now, half way through his
fourth serving, Titrus was feeling no pain. He looked around
the tavern as Quintus gulped down the contents of his mug.
Things were beginning to slow down. Barmaids were cleaning up
tables and uprighting chairs that had fallen over or been
kicked by drunk or rowdy customers. Whores were securing
customers for the night and there were a group of children
playing a game in the back.

Quintus
 
"Aye. Why we keeping the Woad around still, anyway? Wish
we knew more what happened,"


Titrus wasn't sure himself. Hadn't Malcus said the woad was
taking them to Merlin and then would be released?

"Don't know," Titrus mumbled. "But something is fucked up.
Captain's in a pile of shit 'an no'body knows why. Tomorrow's
going to be hell. That's why ya better drink up now while it's
still good," the lieutenant slurred, waving his hand for the
passing barmaid.

"Ain't you had enough, love?" the plump wench asked as she
waddled over to the table. "You don't want to get too drunk so
you can't get it up for yer lady now do ya?"

Titrus blushed a crimson red. "I..uh..don't have a lady," he
stammered.

The wench's eyes lit up and she wagged her eyebrows. "I kin be
yer lady for tha night if ya like. Right out back!" she said,
hopeful.

Titrus looked at Quintus and cracked up.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 8:28 pm
Brendyn


How late in the night it was, Brendyn could only guess. He was
tired and had not slept properly for a few days, but he did
not let that stop him from doing what his duties required. Any
soldier caught "sluffing off" on duty while under Antonius's
command would have learned a sharp lesson, and besides,
Roman's were not suppose to be weak or show weakness at any
time right despite how tired one was? He shifted a bit to his
right leg, but still maintained his position sharp eyes
scanning the darkness as best as he could. It was times like
this that he wished he had eyes like a cat, or bird of prey
that could see in the dark and hear noises others couldn't....

Brendyn sighed, and almost felt like scratching the healing
wound under his arm. Well, at least it had not kept him down,
and he was able to do what he loved best: his duties assigned
to him and his service to Rome. As he stood there, Brendyn
wished that he had had more time to get to know the new
Commander better...a man Antonius had spoken highly of, almost
like a legend. Artorius Castus. Brendyn felt honoured at being
assigned to Badon Hill, and to be under the Command of
Arthur...

Could use some retraining as well....mainly for diplomacy and
manners so I don't end up on latrine duty or worse again
Brendyn still felt humiliated by the punishment, but felt that
he had been right about not trusting the two woad
prisoners...woads were nothing but trouble. and now that two
had escaped, he had sealed his conviction. His free hand went
to Antonius's sword at his side...the one entrusted to him
before the Commander had died. Well I am good at the spear and
the lance, but perhaps I could use some tips on how to use a
sword more effectivly...I should find time to practice
tomorrow...

At one point he thought he saw movement, but realized that it
was only a deer...

The soldier next to Brendyn muttered something, but the young
soldier only nodded replying in Cornish, his native tongue.
The soldier who had spoken looked oddly at Brendyn, but then
gave him a smile, and Brendyn returned it. This was not a
place to make enemies, and the soldier decided to get to know
more of his new fellow officers, or at least when time
permitted. It was good to know who was on your side and who
was not...
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri Sep 05, 2008 7:17 am
Linnette


Dagonet
 
"Admired me? Always said this? You really think so? I
was never a true father to him…why should he feel so
about me? I am so proud of him. Always have...he...was
the great man; he was the man I should have been...and I
have done wrong...I was not there with him during the
battle... I did not protect him as I should. And I was
not able to bring him back to you...I searched for
hours...I left him there, and I won't forgive myself for
this, Linnette, ever.”


“I wish you had found him, but…” Linnette sniffed again and
made another attempt to blink back the tears that were all but
spilling over her eyelids. She did wish that- she wished that
Gedeon’s body had at least come home, if nothing more, so that
she could at least see him, and do him the last service of
preparing his body for burial. She wished that. But that
didn’t mean she wanted Dagonet to feel forever guilty about
it. From all Gedeon and others had told her of battle, it was
too horribly confused to be sure of anything till it was all
over. It was no blame to him- it was blame only to the savage
Saxons, and they were beyond Linnette’s reach.

“It couldn’t have been your fault.” She shook her head
emphatically, then reached up and wiped at her eyes with the
corner of her sleeve. Then she raised her gaze back to
Dagonet, and hesitantly touched his hand.

“It’s hardly even my place…but it it’s worth anything, I
forgive you,” her voice wobbled as she said it, but she kept
to the course of what she was saying. She didn’t even feel it
had to be said- if Dagonet had done nothing wrong, there was
nothing to forgive- but he seemed to think he had, and if
saying that would give him any more peace, then Linnette would
say it with all her heart.











Quintus

Titrus
 
"Don't know, but something is fucked up. Captain's in a
pile of shit 'an no'body knows why. Tomorrow's going to
be hell. That's why ya better drink up now while it's
still good."


Barmaid
 
"Ain't you had enough, love? You don't want to get too
drunk so you can't get it up for yer lady now do ya?"


Titrus
 
"I..uh..don't have a lady."


Barmaid
 
"I kin be yer lady for tha night if ya like. Right out
back!"


Quintus shook his head and chuckled at the lieutenant's sudden
outburst of laughter. The man was in his cups all right-
whereas the Centurion himself, after three ales, was only
feeling a light, pleasant sensation in his head. And he wasn't
planning to have much more. There were times for getting
rip-roaring drunk, and at those times Quintus was not one to
skimp, but this wasn't one of them for him. Not so soon after
attacks and tensions with prisoners and all. If only they'd
win a decisive victory- then they could have something more
resembling a celebration!

"Ah, go on if you want," Quintus encouraged, gesturing broadly
towards the plump, grinning barmaid. "She's pretty if you like
the type." He gave the barmaid an assessing glance up and
down, one that displayed more interest than his words let on.
The woman giggled, and Quintus resettled himself in his chair
and stretched his legs out under the table, leaning back for
another sip from his cup.
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golden_trillium

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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Sep 05, 2008 9:13 am
Adian


The young man was exhausted, both from grief and the ordeal
with the woads...though Juna had made that time one of the
more memorable of that short time. He could have given her
everything. Breifly, Adian wondered where Juna was now, and if
she had made it to the seaside. Yea, that time at the camp,
plus the fever, then the battle...the wound which was still
healing...they all combined to totally exhaust him. If Thorn
had been here, she would have comforted him, but he had been
selfish and left her behind here at the fort...and she had
died. He could never forgive himself for that...

A sound from behind him, caused him to turn slightly, but then
turned to face the wall again, and went to work on the leather
belt at his waist. Adian really did not care what Tatiana saw
as she had seen him naked at the baths, so what the hell. He
dropped his breeches, and kicked them away. If Tatiana could
see him, then he hoped that she was pleased with this view as
well. He recalled that when he had first made love to Ione,
she use to pretend that she was sleeping, but had really
watched him undress. The idea aroused him then, but right now
he kept his body under control...

Tatiana
 
"Adian..did..you get..everything.. that you needed to
get done?"


Adian shot her a quick, but neutral glance, 'I viewed the
damaged buildings, and tomorrow, me and some other men will
begin to repair the damage...fuckin' woads!' He almost hissed
the last part, and to think that he had befriended a
woad...now he doubted that he could trust even Fiona! 'I saw
all I cared, or wished to see...' His voice was bitter as he
turned toward the slight figure that was sitting up in her bed
now. He vowed that Tatiana would not die like Thorn had, nor
any woman for that matter...woad women were excluded from
this. Woads cared for nothing but killing innocents,
destroying others lives, but going off afterwords, and living
a happy life in the woods.

His deep gray eyes studied Tatiana in the dim light. Adian had
made up his mind to just remember Thorn and his child, and
move on with his life. Thorn would have wanted it like that,
and she would always be a part of his life....

Tatiana
 
"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."


Adian did not move toward the young woman, but just took
another moment to study her before turning back to look at the
wall, before sitting on the edge of his bed, ' No thank
you...Don't much care for tea anyway. It was a nice gesture
though..." His softly accented voice was sullen as he turned
back the blankets and crawled under neath them. 'Try to get
some sleep, Tatiana...' Adian placed one arm behind his head
and stared at the ceiling, his body not wanting to give into
the sleep he so desperately needed.

Somewhere between the dark night, and his dreams, his Rose
(Thorn) was waiting for him...
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Author: Darya
Date: Fri Sep 05, 2008 12:20 pm
Neeve


The Briton dared a closer look at the prisoner’s wound. It was
still bleeding and looked dirty. She would not be surprised if
there would already be an infection flaming up about the
flesh. But then Tristan spoke…and the single word he said
changed a hell lot in the current situation…at least for the
healer…

Tristan
 
"Arthur,"


What?

Neeria
 
And while I may have attacked Arthur, it was your life I spared on the road, scout. I could have killed you and I did not.


Neeve’s gaze snapped up and she first stared at Tristan in
disbelief…and then glared daggers at the prisoner. So she had
inflicted the nasty injury to the Commander that could have
ended his life?!

Neeve was no killer. She never had been and she did not want
to be one either; she merely fought for self-defense…and that
with her fight-staff only. However, right now she simmered
with so much rage that she felt the overwhelmingly strong urge
to grab one of Tristan’s daggers and to kill this Woad in
front of her right here. Especially when the other woman even
admitted her attempt to kill Arthur…

The Briton almost snarled with anger and clenched her teeth as
she lifted her chin. Trying to kill Arthur was like trying to
kill what had become her family. She should leave this cell
and therewith leave the Woad to death.

“You…tried…to kill the only Roman on this island who treats
his men with respect…who treats people in general with
respect…who even treats his enemy with respect…”, Neeve hissed
and it took her a lot of will-power to remain where she
was…and not to throttle the Woad. Her natural coolness had its
limit when it came to Arthur, one of the closest and most
trusted friends she had ever had; a person she truly admired.
“And you really wonder why you are down here?”, the
raven-haired woman added and raked a hand through her short
hair. If Tristan had not mentioned that the prisoner had tried
to kill Arthur, Neeve might have even pitied the Woad
eventually…but now…

Neeria
 
"Tristan, I've done everything I told you I would do and
I have never fought against you. All that I ask of you
is that you take me to Arthur so that I may ask for the
freedom he promised me. As a woman, I also ask you for
your help, lady."


Oh, it was so ridiculous…and yet so very Arthur to even
promise freedom to someone, who had tried to kill him.

“Give me one good reason why I…why we…should help you”, the
healer said coolly. She knew that as a healer, she should help
the other woman…it was her job to save lives…but by the Gods,
she had not felt so much anger in a long time and this made
her neglect her duties… Damn those emotions! “Just so that you
can try to kill the Commander again once you get the chance?
Or to let you heal just so that you can tell Merlin how to
best attack this Fortress again? Hm?”, Neeve added, hating the
angry tension she was feeling all over…pretty powerless
against it at this very moment. She was just grateful to have
Tristan’s outwardly always calm presence around…and secretly
hoped the scout would make sure she would not do anything
stupid as so long as she was just angry... Funny how roles
could switch…just moments ago, she had thought that the
Sarmatian would kill the Woad…and now she felt like doing just
that…
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri Sep 05, 2008 7:38 pm
Tristan


Neeria
 
"The knights may not have chosen to fight, lady, but
they continue to do what Rome commands them instead of
standing up and rallying against the true enemy which
holds them under its boot! At least my people fight
against those who oppress them! And while I may have
attacked Arthur, it was your life I spared on the road,
scout. I could have killed you and I did not. Tristan,
I've done everything I told you I would do and I have
never fought against you. All that I ask of you is that
you take me to Arthur so that I may ask for the freedom
he promised me."


Neeve
 
“Give me one good reason why I…why we…should help you.
Just so that you can try to kill the Commander again
once you get the chance? Or to let you heal just so that
you can tell Merlin how to best attack this Fortress
again? Hm?”


"You shouldn't. Leave her," Tristan supplied grumpily from the
doorway, his arms still crossed before him as he leaned on the
doorpost. Despite Neeria's taunting, the worst of the anger
had left him now, and he even felt a faint amusement at seeing
Neeve get upset. Women were always a bit entertaining when
they got mad- well, at least when they weren't blue-painted
devils screaming bloody murder.

"And you didn't spare me- I got away," he spat out, leaning
towards Neeria momentarily with a fierce, mulish expression.
It was childish, he knew, but he couldn't help it. Most of her
tirades he had no desire to debate in words- but that was one
point where he felt an urge to defend himself. Spare him
indeed! Both sides had been surprised during that encounter on
the road, him and the Woads equally, and he had simply turned
Tirgatao around faster than they had drawn their bows. He had
come out on top of that fair and square, and the Woads had
been defeated- as it should be. Never fought against him,
indeed...maybe not Neeria personally, but how many blue
savages under her command had come at him and died on his
blade during that battle?

"C'mon," Tristan growled, catching Neeve's eye and jerking his
head toward the open doorway. He was done here- and he wasn't
coming back because of any more screaming, either. She could
make her throat bleed if she wanted to- she would be the only
one worse off.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Fri Sep 05, 2008 8:42 pm
Neeria


Neeve
 
“You…tried…to kill the only Roman on this island who
treats his men with respect…who treats people in general
with respect…who even treats his enemy with respect…,
and you really wonder why you are down here?


"Who are you, woman? I don't know you therefore I owe you no
explanation. It was not you I called for. But I will tell you
this. I met Arthur Castus. He was not the monster I thought he
was and yes, he spared my life," Neeria said reflectively.
"Only half of him is a demon," she added.

"Just like this Sarmatian," Neeria said, pointing at Tristan,
"I am without a home. I am now considered a traitor by the
people I saved. Much like you are considered a slave by yours,
Tristan," she said snidely.

"Arthur spared my life and granted me freedom," she continued,
"if I would lead his men to Merlin's camp, which I did. It was
the other Roman who snatched me away from my people and
brought me back here. I doubt Arthur even knows this."

Neeve
 
Give me one good reason why I…why we…should help
you..Just so that you can try to kill the Commander
again once you get the chance? Or to let you heal just
so that you can tell Merlin how to best attack this
Fortress again? Hm?”


Tristan
 
"You shouldn't. Leave her. And you didn't spare me- I
got away. C'mon,"


Neeria's anger and frustration made her body quake. She was
tired of these people. Calling for the scout had been futile,
useless. The humanity she thought she had seen in him the
night he brought her the blanket had been an illusion. She
would not beg these people anymore. Her wound was infected,
she knew that, she was cold, matted and starved. She'd be dead
by morning anyway.

"If that is how you remember it scout, let it be written that
way in history," the woad said sarcastically.

"Be gone then, both of you. I shan't bother you again. I doubt
I last through the night anyway. I may be small but the birds
will eat well in the morning."

Neeria walked over to Tristan who towered over her. The short
woman looked up at him and shoved him in his chest.

"Arthur's chivalrous knight. HA!" she said sliding back down
to the cell floor and she began to laugh.
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Author: Darya
Date: Sat Sep 06, 2008 4:06 am

Neeve


Tristan
 
"You shouldn't. Leave her… C'mon,"


Neeve looked back at the Sarmatian and even though a part of
her knew that she should tend to the prisoner’s wounds, the
healer was way too upset to listen to that part of her
conscience. She nodded at Tristan instead and was about to
turn on her heels to leave the cell when…

Neeria
 
"Who are you, woman? I don't know you therefore I owe you no explanation. It was not you I called for. But I will tell you this. I met Arthur Castus. He was not the monster I thought he was and yes, he spared my life. Only half of him is a demon.  Arthur spared my life and granted me freedom if I would lead his men to Merlin's camp, which I did. It was the other Roman who snatched me away from my people and brought me back here. I doubt Arthur even knows this."


Arthur half a demon? The other Roman? Certainly the Woad was
referring to the Optio with this last statement… However,
Neeve knew better than to get even more involved into this
discussion right now. It would do no good to her…nor to the
Woad. Yes, the Briton listened to what the other woman was
saying but the fact that this person had attempted to kill
Arthur weighed more than any information she could give her
now.

“I am someone who knows Arthur and his knights longer and
better than anyone…”, the raven-haired woman replied sharply
and narrowed her crystal-blue eyes at the prisoner again, “…I
was and still am healer, friend, sister or lover to those of
them who were and to those who still are…” Then Neeve
straightened her back and therewith drew herself up to her
full height, which was taller than most other women she had
met in her life. “And I don’t care who put you down
here…because you deserve no better for what you have done. For
what you have done to Arthur…as well as for whatever it was
that happened to let the last meeting with your leader end so
ineffective for all sides…”

Tristan
 
"And you didn't spare me- I got away,"


Neeria
 
"If that is how you remember it scout, let it be written
that way in history. Be gone then, both of you. I shan't
bother you again. I doubt I last through the night
anyway. I may be small but the birds will eat well in
the morning. Arthur's chivalrous knight. HA!"


The Woad was laughing. Laughing! Neeve had always suspected
those people to be crazy…and this seemed indeed to be a proof
for this. She had lived in the woods herself for a long
time…watching the Woads, learning a lot about their way of
life; yet she still did not really understand them. And having
seen so many people – friends and family – die at their hands
was certainly not subserving her will to want to understand
them and their doings. Trying to kill Arthur was so not
changing anything about that either. On the contrary, it was
only impairing her opinion about her own countrymen.

“I will indeed be surprised if you make it through the night,
Woad”, Neeve said in a dangerously calm voice, “…and if you
do, a night of cold and pain can certainly be considered a
minimum penalty for your attempt to end the Commander’s life.
Be sure that I will see for myself whether or not you are
still alive when the sun is up again…” With that, the healer
stepped out of the cell, expecting Tristan to follow her. She
would definitely be back in the morning…perhaps – but only
perhaps – even with a few items to give the Woad’s injury a
basic treatment; if the other woman was still alive by
then…and if Neeve’s healer-conscience would manage to be
stronger than her present hatred towards that particular Woad…
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Sat Sep 06, 2008 4:16 am
Dagonet


Linnette
 
“I wish you had found him, but…It couldn’t have been
your fault.”


Dagonet saw corners of her eyes filling with tears... and felt
his own eyes becoming wet, but held the tears away. He should
stay strong! He can't cry now... She wanted Gedeon back... she
wanted to have him burried also. She wanted to say her
goodbyes, yet she could not. Dagonet was also deprived from
this. Only a silent pray was said to the wind and earth of the
battlefield, in place where all of his dreams and his life
became broken forever and beyond repair.

The tall knight's gaze dropped once more listening to her. If
it was not his fault, why was he feelings so ashamed of it?
Why guilt was in him so deep?

When she touched gently his hand, Dagonet looked up at her,
still with sorrowful eyes and a frown of worry.

Linnette
 
“It’s hardly even my place…but it it’s worth anything, I
forgive you,”


With every word from her, Dagonet's heart started to melt. His
guilty loosening inside him. When she finished his face lit in
a weak smile... and a frown disappeared, his eyes now full of
tears of relieve, but still held, not allowing himself to
break entirely. He looked deep into her eyes and made her know
that this meant for him everything.

He really felt relieved... It would not change that Gedeon
wasn't here, it would not change that he was unable to bring
his body back, it would not change that he was helplessly
laying in bed in pain, it would not change the things around
him. But it surely changed the way he felt. He was guilty and
ashamed before the wife of his son... and now those feelings
seemed to melt away.

While he was experiencing those feelings inside him, Sarmatian
gently grasped Linnette's hand, a little more thighter than
she did, but mindful of her injury.

"Thank you..." he whispered.

It would help him now in facing the life once again. She
probably did not even know what this meant for him. And it
meant everything. She allowed him to be fogiven for the
mistakes he could not forgive himself. It brought peace to his
heart, to his broken soul.

"I'll miss him... " he looked away for a moment, sadness
creaping inside him again, sadness about his state and that he
could not leave this place any time soon. "I wish I could do
something more, Linnette... but as you can see, my body
doesn't allows anything more than laying here." he half-smiled
at this. "I want you to know that I'm here for you whenever
you need me."

Cause she was his family... one of the most important person
for him.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sat Sep 06, 2008 12:36 pm

Arthur


The modest gray metal cross – the sign of his faith - that
rested against Arthur’s chest seemed to give the Commander the
added strength he needed tonight. And he also drew strength
from those closest to him such as Malcus who stood before him
now…friend, fellow Roman officer and a brother in Christ.

Malcus
 
"Thank you, sir. The woad prisoner led us to a camp.  It was deserted, save a few woad men left behind…."


Arthur watched Malcus with keen interest as the Captain began
to give his report. His side continued to twinge and a dull
ache behind his eyes seemed to persist. Yet in truth, this was
the best Arthur had felt since before the battle at Segedunum.
And Arthur was confident that after one more night of solid
rest, he would be strong enough to ride out in search of
Merlin and settle the matter of ‘peace’ between them once and
for all.

But first things first…..understanding why Scipio and
Barbattus had failed and reconciling any break in the chain of
command.

Malcus
 
"…. 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."


“I see,” Arthur solemnly answered as Malcus briefly paused in
his report. Scipio had reported that he was sure the captive
had led them on some ‘wild goose chase’ as he had described
it. Obviously, the two officers had a different view on that
point. But no matter in the end…an audience with Merlin had
been gained, whether they found the Woad leader or he had
found them. Arthur was not about to haggle over whether or not
his captive had held up her end of the bargain or not….at
least not now. His men had returned relatively unharmed
despite failing to make treaty with Merlin.

Anger appeared to be building in Malcus’ dark eyes as he
continued to describe the individual events of the mission.
But Arthur did not interrupt the other man, he politely nodded
for Malcus to continue…also thankful that Scipio had thus far
remained silent allowing the Captain to describe his account
uninhibited.

Malcus
 
"…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. "


Arthur crossed his arms over his broad chest and slowly
exhaled, twisting his mouth as he thought on the details of
Malcus’ report thus far (along with all that Scipio had spoken
of as well). Certainly Scipio’s decision to execute the Woads
found in the hut had not been prudent at all….not while on a
mission of supposed peace. Arthur noticed Malcus’ rather
heated look over at Amadeus and prepared to calm his friend’s
temper if need be. Scipio had thus far acted honorably by
remaining silent and as far as Arthur could tell…had been
gracious enough to allow Malcus his say in the failed mission.
But Malcus had yet to come to the part where the two had faced
Merlin and that had been the point of Scipio’s complaint in
the matter.

“I want to hear the rest of it, Malcus,” Arthur said, speaking
calmly yet firmly in an attempt to get Malcus to focus on only
the details of the mission and not the other man in the room.
Arthur lifted a hand and briefly scrubbed at the thick stubble
that decorated his throat before continuing.

“What happened once Merlin had found you?” Arthur asked
pointedly and stepped directly in Malcus’ line of sight to
where Amadeus sat at the table. Arthur knew his friend quite
well and read the obvious signs of a possible raging fire
building behind those dark eyes, thus the Commander thought it
prudent to force Malcus to focus solely on him while
concluding his report.

Of course Scipio had given his account and perhaps it was
unfair to ask Malcus to give it again….but Arthur knew there
were two sides to every story and before he would condemn a
loyal soldier and friend to punishment for insubordination, he
would damn well hear all the details on the matter. And Malcus
had had previous experiences with Merlin, thus Arthur hoped to
also gain a better insight into what had taken place despite
the failure of the mission.









Derfel

Linnesse
 
‘We’ve got to stop hitting your head on things…here.”


“Oh no harm in it really,” Derfel laughed in response while
comfortably settling his head back against the pillow Linnesse
had provided. “Won’t feel a thing till mornin’ anyways,” He
added with a silly smile; both hands now greedily massaging at
Linnesse’s legs anywhere he could reach.

Linnesse
 
“And I didn’t take all the food out there- here’s the
rest. Plenty in here still…”


“Good! I’m still wantin’….” Derfel grinned as he hinted about
more than just the food. But he was thankful Linnesse had
saved some of it back for the two of them to share. He gladly
accepted the piece of meat from Linnesse’s hand; once again
being certain to extend his tongue enough to touch her
fingertip in the exchange.

The large consumption of ale had accomplished one thing for
Derfel tonight…allowed the knight to block out all the dark
and painful things that had been dominating his thoughts as of
late. Linnesse deserved his full attention as well….her love
alone would see Derfel through these hard times. And the food
he’d ingested seemed to be settling his rather grumpy
stomach….thank the gods.

“Got anything sweet for me now?” Derfel brazenly teased and
reached for Linnesse’s foot where it pressed at his arm. “This
the hurt one here?” He didn’t wait for her answer though and
promptly kissed the tip of her big toe. Linnesse’s flesh was
sweet and inviting….and Derfel’s mouth opened and readily
claimed said big toe; his tongue generously bathing the
appendage as a nonsensical sound of contentment rumbled from
his throat.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sat Sep 06, 2008 2:11 pm
Tatiana


Adian
 
'I viewed the damaged buildings, and tomorrow, me and
some other men will begin to repair the damage...fuckin'
woads!' 'I saw all I cared, or wished to see..


Hearing the sullen tone in his voice, Tatiana chalked it up to
him just being tired. "That's woads for you. They don't seem
to care that we're trying to make a living out here too, only
themselves." She replied in a calm but slightly drowsy tone.

Adian
 
'Try to get some sleep, Tatiana...'


"Ok, Adian. See you in the morning, then. Sweet dreams." After
she wished him pleasant dreams, she leaned over to grab her
mug and finished what remained of the by now cold tea then
placed the now empty mug down on the floor and slid down in
her bed, her motion sliding the covers back over her
shoulders, then curling up, closed her eyes and let sleep take
her.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat Sep 06, 2008 5:58 pm
Tristan


Neeria
 
"If that is how you remember it scout, let it be written
that way in history. Be gone then, both of you. I shan't
bother you again. I doubt I last through the night
anyway. I may be small but the birds will eat well in
the morning. Arthur's chivalrous knight. HA!"


Neeve
 
“I will indeed be surprised if you make it through the
night, Woad…and if you do, a night of cold and pain can
certainly be considered a minimum penalty for your
attempt to end the Commander’s life. Be sure that I will
see for myself whether or not you are still alive when
the sun is up again…”


Bitch! Barely conscious of Neeve’s crisp retort, Tristan
sprang forward with a snarl, infuriated by the Woad woman’s
audacity. Shoving him like that! He twisted his fingers once
more into her collar, hauling her up by it so that her face
was inches from his own, and held her there, her feet barely
touching the floor.

“Chivalrous? I told you, I’m not who you think I am.” The
scout clenched his teeth together angrily, considering for a
moment how best to inflict pain on the insufferable Woad- but
as he watched Neeve leave the cell out of the corner of his
eye, a bit of his will to strike and spit and otherwise vent
his anger drained away. This one wasn’t worth it. He should
save his strength for worthier targets- warriors who could
still fight him, not pathetic wretches like this one locked up
in cells. Perhaps, like she said, she would die.

Tristan straightened his shoulders, already turning his gaze
away from the Woad as his fingers loosened and he dropped her
to the floor. Let her stay there. She couldn’t scream forever-
or laugh either.

“Never again,” he muttered bad-temperedly to the guard who
hovered in the cell doorway as he followed Neeve out. He
wasn’t doing any more of these dungeon calls, for Neeria or
anyone else. He felt like he was suffocating down here, dying
of the closeness of the air and the darkness which was somehow
different from the cold, clear darkness outside, even when
torches lit the corridor. And the hawk needed him. He couldn’t
stay here.











Linnette

Dagonet
 
"Thank you...I'll miss him...I wish I could do something
more, Linnette...but as you can see, my body doesn't
allow anything more than laying here. I want you to know
that I'm here for you whenever you need me."


“If you get some rest I’m sure you’ll be up and about in no
time,” Linnette remarked with a smile, giving a light squeeze
to his hand by habit- but then wincing a bit when it hurt. She
pulled her hand back momentarily, then mustered her smile
again, apologetically, this time, as she touched his hand
again. Stupid, stupid. She shouldn’t have done what she had
done to cause this- but somehow it had seemed like a logical
reaction at the time.

“And I’m here if you ever need me, too…if there’s ever any way
I can help you,” she continued, shrugging a little shyly as
she said that and making eye contact with Saoirse, too,
extending the offer to her. In truth she didn’t know what
service she could perform for either of them- her skills and
resources seemed painfully inadequate lately compared to all
that others had done for her. But she didn’t want to just be
beholden or pitied- she wanted to help, too, and feel useful.
It helped as much as anything did.








Linnesse

Derfel
 
“Good! I’m still wantin’…got anything sweet for me now?
This the hurt one here?”


“It was…ooh!” Linnesse broke off her explanation in a gasp of
unexpected pleasure as Derfel’s warm mouth suddenly enveloped
her bare toe, a sharp contrast with the cool air of the room,
and his tongue…she giggled happily and uncontrollably; it
tickled, but in a marvelous, exquisitely sensitive way that
she never wanted to stop.

“Mmmm, that’s…” she laughed and squirmed delightedly in his
lap, letting her eyes drift closed and her head tip back as he
found a new, particularly sensitive spot- but her abandon
didn’t last long. She hadn’t taken into account the unstable
surface she was sitting on- and as she gave herself over to
Derfel’s attentions, her tipped-back head and an inconvenient
movement of his leg combined to overbalance her and send her
tumbling backwards, her sigh of pleasure turning into a squeak
of alarm. She landed sprawled over his legs, laughing as
though she was the one who had drunk all that ale. How
ridiculous- and how disappointing, too!

“Oh, by Heaven…” she muttered laughingly, levering herself up
from her ignominious lying position and once more scooting
forward in Derfel’s lap. The basket was still there, and now
she firmly set it aside, back on the floor next to them, and
turned so that she straddled Derfel’s lap instead, her hips
and torso flush up against his and her nightgown hitched up
past her knees to allow the movement. He was delightfully warm
and solid, and she slid her arms around his neck and pressed
herself tight against him, claiming his lips in a generous
kiss.

“Let’s go to bed, love,” she suggested in a low, seductive
whisper that left no doubt about what the purpose of their
getting into bed would be.
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Author: Kayla
Date: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:08 pm

Fiona


As much as she had tried and persisted, even Galahad's
snarking had gotten to the young woad eventually. She could
take a great deal of a lot from people but when it was clear
that he was in a bad mood and that it wasn't going to get any
better, she had left. After all, she had already done her job
of cleaning up the wound and she couldn't very well stitch him
up, so she had left the infirmary some time after he had been
stitched up and left to sulk on his bed. Fiona had merely
shook her head and turned around to walk out of the door,
wishing him a 'get better' as she did so. She didn't hate the
man, but it was clear that he didn't like her, so what was the
point?

Wandering around hand become some sort of a hobby for Fiona
ever since coming to Badon. She already knew her way around
the fort a bit, simply from taking walks whenever she got the
chance. It was still large and confusing and she knew it would
take her a while before she got to know all the nooks and
crannies that the place had, as well as actually learning
which streets were which and what all they had on them. She
already knew where the tavern was, which the young woad had
promptly visited after leaving the infirmary, to fill her
raging stomach and spend the rest of the small amount of coins
that she had left. Musing, Fiona wondered if there might be
anywhere that she could get a job, to start earning a few
coins for herself. She didn't plan on going anywhere anytime
soon, so maybe it was best if she did so.

But, where? This thought kept her mind wrapped up in her
thoughts so that she didn't realize that she was walking into
someone before it actually happened. The woad stumbled
backwards a bit, looking up to see Tristan. Her brow furrowed
into a frown as the word 'sorry' left her mouth quickly and
she was reminded about how much she was saying that today.
First with Galahad, when she had accidentally hurt his wound
while cleaning it and now, after running in to the knight ...
who didn't look pleased in the least. She peered around
Tristan, seeing that they had come up from the dungeons and
her curiousity peaked, but she didn't say anything. Her frown
deepened as she looked around, spotting Neeve, who she
attempted to smile at. They had had a conversation not too
long ago and the woman was yet another to know about her being
a woad.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sat Sep 06, 2008 10:10 pm
Adian


He hear her take a sip of her tea, then fall back asleep.

Tatiana had been good for him so far, and he liked the fact
that she had moved in with him. Adian left himself watch her
fall asleep, and thinking of what an angel she looked like,
but then all women looked like angels, though some had hidden
thorns and darts...not as nice as they looked. Aye there had
been that very sick beauty in the infirmary...Linnesse? Had
that been her name? And that other sharp tongued
beauty...Linnette? Oh the fort was a bevy of beautiful women!
Fiona had been his friend, but she was a woad....no woad could
be nice. The lovely dark haired woman he had bumped into some
days ago (Darya).

Tatiana had proved that she could be understanding, a friend,
playful, and a seductress. Had she really been aware that she
had seduced him back at the baths?....she talked a lot, but
that was just a minor thing. Ione had sometimes talked a lot
as well. All women talked a lot.

Sleep sounded so good right now, but sleep would not come.
Adian stared at the ceiling thinking of what had transpired in
the last week or so...or had it been a shorter time. Adian had
thought at one point that he had lost his mind: running from
the fort in anger when he had not felt well, then being
kidnapped by woads and cared for by a woman who was not even
woad...and he had liked her a lot. HAD liked! Since the
senseless slaying of Thorn and their child, he could only
think of Fiona and Juna as woads. So what if they had been
kind and befriended him and helped him, as long as they wee
part of the woad tribe, then they were his enemy.

Adian turned to lay on his side facing the stone wall. God
damn it all! If he had been here, he could have battled the
two woads himself, and had no mercy on how he would have
killed them. He would never forgive himself for her death...he
had promised to be there for her, and he wasn't!

Slowly, he closed his eyes letting a restless, hate-filled
sleep take him.
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