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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 06:05 PM Post #46 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Sun Sep 07, 2008 4:19 am Ash Ash drifted in and out of consciousness, despite his efforts to keep awake and alert. The potions he drunk had left him feeling relatively dozy, or perhaps it was just exhaustion taking its toll at last. His dreams were strange ones. Some of the faces he saw there were familiar to him, and some of them were not. Eala was no longer the youth he had always known, but a blossoming young woman. She turned her face toward him with a smile that shone such radiance, but his attention was simultaneously drawn to another direction where two children holding hands lingered on the quiet path before him. At first glance, they were strangers to him. His intense dark gaze sunk into their liquid green depths, and for a moment, a sense of powerful familiarity washed over Ash. The child-like faces that stared back at him seemed to mirror his reaction, suggesting that they knew him also. He parted his lips as if to speak, when an echo of a child-like laugh thundered overhead and startled him. Eala? The Woad pivoted on the unbeaten path to glance back at the woman-child Eala, but she was gone. A crease formed in the middle of his forehead as he turned back to face the children, surprised to find them retreating in graceful movements - like angels or phantoms - into the distance. A figure waited for them there, but the familiar green-eyed children never quite reached her. It was apparent to Ash then that the figure did not seem to be waiting for them, but for him. He saw her face and knew it. Her green eyes and strawberry blonde hair had reflected in the faces of the stranger-children, the stranger-children he had somehow known. When Ash awoke for the last time, he pondered the meaning behind his dreams in silence. He speculated and begun to draw the most obvious of conclusions, but promptly buried his thoughts for a later time when Merlin approached.
His leader looked...perplexed. He had good reason to be. It had been a strange night indeed between inept Romans battling amongst themselves during a treaty meeting and various members of their own people spinning preposterous theories, while some were spewing out traitorous lies, and others were conveniently going mad. It was certainly a great deal to sort through. If Merlin was searching for answers, Ash only hoped he could offer the man something useful. Ash shifted himself - very gently - so he could rest his weight against his elbow and face Merlin more properly. "My disguise as a wounded Roman soldier granted me easy access into their fort. As expected, I was led to their healing house. Their people there were exceptionally distracted over - what I could gather - nursing back to full health those who were now recovering from a recent epidemical sickness. I slipped away undetected and began my search for the missing..." Ash explained, trying to be descriptive as possible. "Neeria and Eala were separated by the Romans, the child eventually brought to the dungeons and the woman escorted toward the stables..." "I left Guinevere and Mona to Neeria; I never saw Connell. Mona was subtly inept...but alert and coherent..." he went on, giving Merlin a meaningful look at his description of Mona. "I went to the dungeons for Eala." Ash gave a rueful half-smile as he added: "We managed to find our way back to the side gate and escape into the forest before those foolish Roman cads could raise their pants from round their ankles long enough to organize a proper search for their escaped prisoner." |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 06:05 PM Post #47 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Sep 07, 2008 9:52 am Merlin
“You did well,” Merlin responded, his mouth twitching upwards and a laugh lurking in his voice at Ash’s description of the Romans not being able to mobilize themselves to search. Cads indeed…and Ash and Eala gone right under their noses! Merlin raised his eye to the dark, star-studded sky and allowed himself a chuckle. That part of the rescue, at least, had gone very well. Ash had done exactly as he had said he would- against the odds, and Merlin was pleased with that. And the epidemic sickness that Ash had mentioned…Merlin was pleased with that, too. Sickness always took the Romans and spared the Woads- a sign of the Gods’ favor, certainly. “The Gods were with you, and not with the Roman dogs,” Merlin added with a satisfied nod, returning his gaze to straight ahead on the dark, torch-lit path. He took a few more steps that way, considering, then looked down at Ash again, curiously. “So do you think Mona might be faking?” he asked, quietly, but getting right to the point. Ash’s earlier words had seemed to suggest that- but Merlin wanted confirmation of whether that was truly Ash’s opinion or not. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 25 2010, 02:54 PM Post #48 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:14 am Vanora It was late when one of the twins cried out, probably hungry. Vanora felt Bors' side of the bed, and then remembered that he had gone to the tavern to talk something over with Tristan. Yawning and stretching, Vanora pulled her shawl over her shoulders before making her way to where the twins slept close by. The baby was crying loudly, but when Vanora picked up the tiny little girl, the baby whimpered as if knowing that food was close at hand. The red head carried the baby to where her chair sat by the warm fire, and sat down ready to breast feed the hungry child. As the baby began to suckle, Vanora thought of what it could be that Tristan had wanted to talk to Bors about. It had to be important for sure, and along those lines, she had not seen any of the other knights really since they had gotten home...especially Lancelot. She really did not mind any of the knights flirting with her, but Lancelot was good at it, and just to see the look on Bors' face was priceless. Bors would always be first in her life as they had a family to raise and a life they had built. the husky knight was a good father and lover, and Vanora could never imagine herself with anyone else...though the First Knight's flirtatiousness made her laugh. Lancelot was just devilishly handsome... Vanora sighed and looked down at the now content child. Bors had accomplished what the other knights seemed to avoid: settling down and raising a family, but could also be the fierce fighter and protector he was. She just wished he'd marry her.... Perhaps Bors would come home soon so that he could be close. Whenever the knights went on a mission or battle, Vanora missed him. Just like she did now. Maybe the knights were planning another mission... Feeling that the child had eaten her fill, Vanora placed the child back in the cradle, then made her way back to bed. Letting the shawl fall from her shoulders, Vanora slipped back under the warm covers, and went back to sleep. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 25 2010, 02:55 PM Post #49 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:45 am Tristan Without a backward glance, Tristan strode up the dungeon corridor towards the exit, aware that Neeve was walking with him, but looking at her, the guards, or anything else. Thankfully, no screaming echoed down the corridor after that, and Tristan supposed he should be grateful for that small reprieve, but right now, he just wanted out. His long legs stretched his steps as large as they could, not to the point of running, but as fast as he could go without appearing to unduly hurry. He was not coming down here to pay house calls on prisoners again. Surely if the guards had just waited and ignored her, the wretched woman would have shut up. As it is, he had only just had it confirmed that she thought of him as some kind of potential savior, someone who was supposed to be chivalrous and powerful and in Arthur’s favor. None of which, except the last perhaps, Tristan felt were true. And he didn’t want to be looked up to without reason one minute, and reviled the next. He didn’t deserve that, and the Woad bitch had no right to treat him that way. It was with relief that he finally- finally!- pushed open the door that led back out into the courtyard, ignoring the entrance guard who sprang to hold it for him and Neeve. They looked at him as if he had worked some bloody miracle, now that the prisoner was quiet, but damn it, he hadn’t! He had taken her in hand, as had Neeve, which was what the guards should have done from the very beginning. This whole thing hadn’t been necessary- it had been a complete fucking waste of his time! Outside the dungeon entrance, Tristan paused to dislodge the hawk from her enforced perch in the little tree. She squawked at him, a bit bad-tempered at him for leaving her, but Tristan shushed her peremptorily with a click on his tongue. He was taking her inside, to the relative warmth- once he got a fire going- of his quarters, and that ought to take care of what ailed her for now. She just had to rest. Tristan continued walking as he was arranging the hawk on his shoulder, his attention on her, and in consequence nearly ran down a small, apparently female figure who suddenly appeared out of the corner of his eye. “Damn…” he grunted as he swerved quickly sideways to avoid her- and only then recognized as Fiona, the other Woad that the fort was currently playing host to, the one who had seemed so worried about what might happen between Merlin and Arthur that morning. “Don’t you start screaming, too,” he muttered to her cryptically, under his breath, as he put both hands up to balance the hawk and prepared to continue on his way. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 25 2010, 02:56 PM Post #50 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Sun Sep 07, 2008 12:23 pm Derfel Judging from the sounds his ministrations seemed to elicit from Linnesse, Derfel was encouraged to continue playing with her toes. And for the moment, his stomach appeared to have settled; no doubt thanks to the food he’d finally ingested moments ago. But would all that ale swirling around in his belly remain in his stomach? Obviously, Derfel and Linnesse were headed towards a more physical entanglement than simply laying about on the floor….or rather he prayed it be so. Derfel had been away from his lover for far too many nights while away on the mission – last night hadn’t counted as she was still recovering from illness – but tonight Linnesse seemed improved. But as Linnesse tumbled backwards and nearly out of Derfel’s grip, he was sure the gods had other plans for him this night. Concerned she’d hurt herself, Derfel fumbled for her with both hands even as Linnesse wiggled her way back up into his lap.
Derfel could not suppress a groan in reply…especially as Linnesse’s thighs pressed into his waist bringing his lover’s womanly shape to completely fill his lap in the most pleasurable way. Gods, it had been too long. “If we can make it there without breaking our necks, aye?” Derfel teased before placing a wet kiss at the corner of Linnesse’s mouth. So sweet and so inviting. Derfel had both arms wrapped ‘round her shoulders and he leaned a bit forward. His intent was to lift them both off the floor and on to the bed….but could his body manage it considering its current alcohol sodden state? Derfel grunted as he twisted and lifted his body enough to get his legs under him….and still manage to keep Linnesse snuggly against his chest in the process…admirable considering his obvious impairment. “Hang on luv,” Derfel said while getting to his feet and stumbling in the direction of the bed which was exactly where he thought it to be…..and he simply fell backwards on top of the bed with Linnesse still attached to his chest. Not the most graceful move….but who cared? |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 25 2010, 02:58 PM Post #51 |
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Author: Darya Date: Sun Sep 07, 2008 12:55 pm Neeve Neeve more or less stalked towards the dungeon exit. She did not pay any attention to the guards…yet was aware of Tristan indeed walking by her side. It would have surprised her if the scout had stayed in the cell…and now that Neeve knew this little detail about that Woad having tried to kill Arthur, the healer had quite some questions that she wanted to ask Tristan about those last missions… “How could that happen?”, the Briton addressed the scout as they had exited the dungeons and the knight dislodged his hawk from the tree again, “how could that Woad get so close to Arthur? How on earth was that possible, hm?” The raven-haired woman knew that she was almost snarling at the knight…and she also knew that she was directing her anger onto a person who did not deserve it…but Tristan could probably give her some answers. “Isn’t there usually one of you near him?”, Neeve added and put her hands on her hips, her blue eyes glistening with anger…anger that was only nourished by Tristan’s earlier words about Arthur prolly wanting to ride out to Merlin himself in the morning and therewith present himself – wounded and not at his best – on a silver plate to the damn Woads. “Where…?” The healer’s next tirade was cut off by a small person suddenly appearing in front of them and literally bumping into Tristan…
Neeve arched an eyebrow at the person when she recognized her. Yet another Woad. The Briton let out a strange noise that was somewhere between a dramatic sigh and a growl… She was so not in the mood to deal with yet another of those forest creatures…not even if it was a seemingly harmless one like Fiona. The Briton pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to calm down a bit…already thinking of alternate plans in case Tristan could not tell her what she wanted to know. Then she would want to have a word with Lancelot…and of course with Arthur. There was no way she would just let him ride out to face Merlin…not in his current state of health… |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 25 2010, 03:00 PM Post #52 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sun Sep 07, 2008 5:25 pm Neeria Neeria huddled on the cell floor again, hugging her knees to her chest. Her side throbbed with pain and her feet were freezing cold. Her teeth chattered and her fingers were numb.
Neeria ignored the woman and didn't respond to her. Obviously the woman didn't know what she was talking about. Neeria had already been put in the dungeons and freed by Arthur. The woad didn't care what this stranger, this woman thought of her, but Tristan's rejection affected her. She'd thought for sure he would have at least brought food, water, and a warm blanket...maybe even tell Arthur that she was here. But he was just like the Romans - mean and hateful. That disappointed Neeria. Neeria laughed at Tristan, mockingly calling him chivalrous. Neeria knew that would anger him, but the disappointment hurt her. That's when Tristan grabbed her and pulled the small woman to her feet by the collar of the tunic she wore. The scout growled with anger as he pressed his face right next to hers, enunciating his words precisely.
"No. You are not." Neeria barely whispered. She doubted Tristan even heard her as he dropped her back to the dirty, cold floor and the cell door slammed behind he and the dark haired woman. The woad listened to Tristan's steady footfalls as he left the dungeons. Tired, cold and hungry, Neeria lay her head on the floor and willed death to take her swiftly. Malcus Barbattus Malcus willed the throbbing in his head and the desire to rush the optio and choke him to death. His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. As though reading his mind, Arthur stepped into Barbattus' line of vision, blocking his view of the other Roman. Malcus focused on Arthurs face and took a breath, thanking the commander with his eyes, knowing he'd come close to really being insubordinate. It did occur to the captain that the optio had not refuted any of the captain's testimony so far. This fact surprised Malcus but he knew not to lower his guard. The optio's silence could be a trick, letting Malcus get all of the story out while thinking of way to deny the truth. Barbattus knew Arthur was fair however, so Malcus could not go wrong just sticking to the facts.
Malcus nodded, clearing his head and refocusing on the details. "Oy, commander," he said. "Merlin showed up with about 30 or so woads. The optio ordered me to stay inside the hut, sir, with Tristan and the tied-up woads. Because I have experience dealing with Merlin, I thought I might better serve you by being present during the talks and suggested that to Optio Scipio." Malcus paused to reflect on the horrid events that followed. "The optio was trying to establish authority over Merlin, Arthur, with typical Roman peity instead of focusing on the mission at hand. In the same manner, the optio was so occupied with trying to keep me in line instead of trying to establish communication with the woad, that he challenged me instead of getting on with things. I reminded Optio Scipio of the purpose of the mission and that I was there on your order. Of course all of this made us look incompetent to Merlin. He ridiculed us and ordered us to retreat." Malcus lowered his head, as if ashamed of their retreat. "The whole bloody thing went wrong. Scipio and Mordred road off, leaving Tristan and me behind on our own with them. As I mounted, for safe passage, I snatched the prisoner and brought her back, Arthur. She's in the dungeons now. I know she fulfilled her vow to you, but we were far outnumbered and I used her for insurance." Standing at full attention, Malcus looked at Arthur. "We got fucked...sir...," Barbattus said at last, glad to have purged himself of the dreadful details. "We appeared as idiots. Both of us," he said snidely. There the story was. He'd cut his balls off and eat them or lick the latrine floor before he'd apologize to Amadeus. His fate was in Arthur's hands. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 25 2010, 03:01 PM Post #53 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Sep 07, 2008 7:43 pm Linnesse
“Mmpph!” Linnesse grunted softly with the impact as Derfel fell backwards onto the bed, making them bounce on the mattress like two children roughhousing around. Laughing again, she struggled her arms out from underneath Derfel- she had had to wrap them around and cling to him pretty tightly as he stood up- and set her hands on either side of his head, propping herself up so that she could look into his face- handsome as always, but he looked a little bit dazed and addled even from what little she could see in the dark. Drunk…but she didn’t find him threatening or off-putting like this at all, just amusing and even endearing. She clicked her tongue ruefully and drew one gentle finger down his cheek, tracing the curve of his face tenderly. He seemed a bit flushed, despite sitting on the cold floor for a while- his cheek was very warm. “That was effective,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned forward to claim his lips insistently again. She could taste the ale in his mouth still, even despite the food he had eaten, not unpleasantly, but mostly she was just enchanted with the way that their mouths felt together, lips and tongues twining around each other, just like they hadn’t done for so long…with another little “mmpph”, this time of pleasure, she rolled a bit to the side and sprawled out beside him, legs and feet dangling off the bed along with his, but not caring as long as she could keep kissing him and running her fingers through his hair and over his shoulders and arms. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 25 2010, 03:02 PM Post #54 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sun Sep 07, 2008 8:29 pm Ione Ione continued to look into the fire, her hands rubbing over her stomach which had been upset since she left the tavern. Perhaps it had been the soup or the bread...or because ever since she had gotten back to the fort, nothing but bad had happened to her by way of bad news, or fearful thoughts. She brought her knees up and curled her legs underneath her body, the blanket draped over her shoulders. Ione felt sick, and wished she could calm down like Neeve had suggested, and even to sleep, but the sad news Linnesse had given to her, plus the fear of Javier not returning, of Mirtha's anger...of what her friends at the fort would think of her now that she was unwed and pregnant had conspired to make her stressed with sorrow mixed in.... "mrow...mrow..." Llawen, whom Ione had not seen since she had left announced his arrival with two soft sounds, then jumped lightly on her lap. Ione smiled at her beloved furry friend, and hugged him close. Llawen was very old, but he was still the very affectionate cat Ione had ever known. The young weaver held him for a moment, before Llawen began rubbing his head against her stomach and began purring then mewing. Was it because he could sense that she was with child? Ione laughed lightly, "Llawen, my little friend....my little.." A sharp pain to her side made Ione gasp, and hold her breath until it was gone. The tabby looked at her curiously, but wide eyed as Ione set him down on the floor in order to get up out of her chair. Maybe walking around a bit would help get rid of the pain, but it was a bad idea and Ione sank back into the chair. Looking down at her loyal friend, Ione whispered, 'I need to get to the infirmary...I think...' Making it out of her chair again, Ione looked down at the cat, then headed for the door, slowly unlatched it, and made it outside with the cat right next to her. The courtyard was almost empty now as most had gone to sleep for the night. Ione only hoped that she could make it to the infirmary before another sharp pain would come. She had to save the child's life. It was her beloved's child as well... "Ah...." Ione doubled over in pain as she saw the infirmary up ahead of her. She was not a devout Christian, but she prayed to whatever being was out there, that she'd have the strength to make it there, or that someone would come by to help her. Ione could feel the baby kick at her side as if trying to ask for help. The pain got worse finally bringing Ione to her knees. Llawen began to meow loudly as Ione fell slowly onto the wet pavement holding her stomach tightly. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 25 2010, 03:03 PM Post #55 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Mon Sep 08, 2008 12:08 am Dagonet
Dagonet doubted to be out of this place fast. Doubted it because he knew, that it would take a long time to heal. Last time it was Gedeon to take him away from this place.... There was no person who would do something like that for him now. It made him sad again. A gentle squeeze from his daughter in law followed her words but he saw that wince and saw how she moved away her hand fast because it hurted her... He frowned slightly in worry about her as she smiled down at him. And he remembered what she told him earlier. Got angry about moving from her room. But... what she had done? Hit the wall with her hands? Were they broken? He looked down and examined the bandage for a while. It looked very skillfuly done.
Her voice made Dagonet look up at her face and he gave her a little, warm smile. They all were here together in this sorrowful situation and they all had to take care of each other. They had no more help than each other. The tall knight nodded his head and sighing a little. "I'll try my best to get up from bed soon..." he promised a little not believing himself. But he had to play strong once more... He was slowly returning to his normal self, who didn't let anybody too close to what was he thinking in reality. "...but I doubt Lavinia will allow me to leave earlier than she wants me to." he allowed himself a little joke, but it was a poor one. "Lancelot also made it clear he doesn't wish me up before she says so... but she has already enough with people coming here to see me." he smiled a little. Tried to lean over to Linnette slightly and whispered. "The more somebody comes to me, the more she's angry and wants me out of here." Dagonet wasn't sure why he had said it. maybe cause he wanted to see Linnette more often and wished her to know this, or really wanted to piss off Lavinia so much that she would allow him to leave the infirmary. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 25 2010, 03:06 PM Post #56 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Mon Sep 08, 2008 2:45 pm Arthur Thus far Arthur’s tactic had worked; Malcus appeared to calm himself and even went so far as to silently thank the Commander presumably for placing himself between the two men. Arthur knew he had to remain in control of the situation and the best way to achieve that was to keep the men calm - both Malcus and Amadeus if necessary. Malcus had a terrible temper…but Arthur had always been one who could rein the other man in with his placidity. Scipio, much to his credit, had thus far remained silent where he sat.
Arthur listened very carefully to each detail Malcus recalled from the mission. He frowned at hearing the confirmation that Malcus had indeed acted with insubordination; no matter the fact that Arthur perfectly understood his friend’s motives. The Commander had only himself to blame for sending the Optio who had no proven successes negotiating with Merlin. Arthur’s gaze remained fixed on Malcus even as the Captain lowered his head as if in embarrassment for his actions. Arthur exhaled through his nose and lifted a hand to rub his thick fingers across his lips….deep in thought for a moment. He was bound by the laws of the Roman army to punish Malcus…especially in satisfaction of a fellow officer under Arthur’s command. The last thing Arthur needed were two high ranking officers at odds with each other…not when there was still a threat of an attack on the fortress and all those in Arthur’s care at Badon Hill.
“You brought the Woad girl back with you?” Arthur questioned and arched a brow at Malcus, but quickly dismissed that particular issue to focus on the bigger picture. Arthur rolled his shoulder and then rested both hands on his hips as he prepared to dole out punishment to one of his most loyal and trustworthy soldiers…and closest friend among the Romans at the keep. Only Lancelot, among the men, was a closer companion….and the Sarmatian was much more than ‘friend’ despite what Arthur had attempted to convince himself as of late.
The frown lines across Arthur's brow deepened at Malcus' use of profanity in an official setting. It might prove detrimental to any respect the Optio had left for the Captain...although Arthur, having heard the man's report, highly doubted it. “I concur with your assessment, Captain,” Arthur began with a small nod to Malcus before continuing. The Commander slowly inhaled and then released the deep breath while his green eyes firmly held Malcus’ dark ones. “However, I must address the manner of your actions towards Optio Scipio while in the presence of Merlin and his people. I cannot let your insubordination go unpunished, Captain, no matter the good intentions behind your actions,” Arthur paused and licked at his bottom lip while carefully observing the Captain’s expression for any hint of temper. Any single outburst from Malcus would only force Arthur to punish his Captain and friend more severely. He prayed that Malcus would understand that. “You are not alone in the failure of this mission, Captain Barbattus. In foremost, I blame myself for not properly preparing the both of you to face Merlin in my stead,” Arthur stated with a small sigh before continuing. “And now that I have heard the details from you both,” Arthur briefly gestured with one hand towards Scipio where the other man sat at the table behind the Commander’s back. “It is my conclusion that you both failed to act appropriately in order to secure peace with Merlin. As for your part, Captain, I will dock your wages for the next two weeks and you will report for duty in the stables for the next three days in order to fulfill your punishment.” Punishment handed down. It left a foul taste in Arthur’s mouth as he completely understood why Malcus had attempted to advise Scipio against his tactics with Merlin….it was simply a poor ‘way’ of going about it that had brought on the Optio’s right to charge the Captain with insubordination. Arthur would have a stringent word with Scipio for his part in the failure in the mission. However, he would do so privately as was proper protocol in such matters. All that mattered right now was the Captain’s acceptance of Arthur’s judgment and then the Commander could dismiss Malcus and deal with Amadeus one-on-one. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 25 2010, 03:08 PM Post #57 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Mon Sep 08, 2008 7:34 pm Malcus Barbattus
Arthur had remained silent while Malcus recounted the events of the failed mission. The commander only interjected once and that was when Malcus mentioned the woad. The captain simply nodded and continued his story. He'd cross that bridge later. As soon as the bomb word slipped off his lips, Malcus cursed himself but it was too late. Inside, the captain cringed. Barbattus had done well to quell his fiery temper, but he'd slipped in the end. Malcus curled up the side of his mouth and looked at Arthur, waiting for the commander to speak. Barbattus regretted one thing only and that was putting Arthur in the precarious situation of having to pass judgement on Malcus. But what was done was done and Malcus would face his just punishment. The optio continued to sit smugly behind Arthur and Malcus was grateful that he would not be subjected to whatever amusement he'd find dancing in Scipio's eyes upon hearing the judgement. Arthur rubbed his lips and it was then that Malcus noticed the commander's stubbly chin and dark circles under his eyes. Barbattus knew the man must be exhausted and here he was having to deal with this shit. After a moment of reflection, Arthur spoke.
Malcus snapped to attention, sticking his chest out, fists balled to his sides, chin up. "Yes sir, commander!" he said, giving Arthur the full respect he deserved and also letting the rat bastard optio know that he did in fact know how to treat a real officer.
"Yes sir, commander sir!" Malcus said and struck his chest. "I'm sorry to have failed you and disappointed you, commander. I apologize to you for my actions." Malcus purposely didn't apologize to the optio. Fuck 'em. He wouldn't apologize unless he was ordered to by Arthur. While Arthur still blocked Malcus' view from the optio, Barbattus gave a quick wink to the commander and mouthed the words thank you to his friend, knowing Arthur had been conflicted in handing out the punishment. In his way, Malcus let Arthur know that all was well. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 25 2010, 03:09 PM Post #58 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon Sep 08, 2008 8:00 pm Quintus “Maybe you better go on home, Lieutenant.” The Centurion’s voice was gruff and firm, but still respectful, as he reached around and hauled the badly slumped Titrus a little more upright in his chair, preparatory to getting him on his feet. The bar wench was gone, Titrus having not taken her up on her offer to be “his lady”- indeed the prospect had seemed to embarrass the man. Subsequently, Titrus had downed a couple more ales and was now beyond tipsy and into downright drunk, listing to the side on the bench and saying things that made very little sense indeed. Time to go. “Up you come,” he muttered, bracing his feet again and this time hoisting Titrus the rest of the way to a standing position. Hopefully he’d stay there once put- but Quintus kept nearby just in case, ready with a restraining arm if a fall looked likely. He did hope he wouldn’t have to outright carry the man, though…preserving the dignity of officers in situations like this was one thing, but actually carrying them around…Rome didn’t pay him enough for that! “I’ll walk with you,” he generously “offered”- though really he intended to make sure the lieutenant got to his building no matter what Titrus responded. After that, though, he would be on his own while Quintus went off to his small room at the end of the barracks. Maybe with a woman- yes, maybe so, if he could find a reasonably priced and reasonable looking one without too much trouble. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 25 2010, 03:10 PM Post #59 |
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Author: Kayla Date: Mon Sep 08, 2008 9:07 pm Fiona When Fiona had left the infirmary, she had hoped to be getting away from Galahad's snarky comments and his grumpy attitude. She understood that he was hurt, which was why she hadn't said anything in reply and just tried to stand her ground as much as possible but if anything, she hadn't expected to run into another knight, much less Tristan. And if she wanted to escape from someone being grumpy, this surely had not been the way to go about it. She didn't dislike the knight, as the case was with Galahad as well, and she pretty much owed him her life from that time back in the woods. But she got the feeling that he might not like her much, much like a couple of people in the fort, she was learning. Then again, that seemed to be the way he was - she still recalled their chat from earlier.
Two things registered on Fiona's face - confusion and curiousity. She stepped back immediately after she almost ran into him, turning her gaze to Neeve and giving her a forced smile. His cryptic words made her blue gaze turn back, however, and one of her eyebrows quirked up in a fashion that made her entire face questioning, since she didn't quite know what he was talking about. And, before she could stop, the woad found herself blurting out something. "Why would I scream?" Whenever something confused her, she liked to know what a person meant or try to figure it out and it was usually done with a question, as seemed to be her weakness in most cases - not knowing when to be quiet or stay out of trouble. But this wasn't trouble, right? It was a valid question, since he had spoken to her and she wanted to know what he meant by it. Fiona wasn't bothered by people's attitudes once she set her mind to something, unless they were downright in her face about something, which had been proven with Galahad. She had wanted to stay and help him as much as she could and had done so, despite most of what he'd said to her - and hearing that someone wanted you to leave wasn't the most enlightening thing in the world. So, she asked and didn't hesitate talking to Tristan, although she almost regretted it when she saw that he was moving to leave. Her eyes settled on the hawk after she asked him, a little hand pushing her hair over her shoulders and it spilled down her back. The woad put a hand unconsciously on her stomach as she waited, keeping her eyes on the animal in front of her, on the knight's arm. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 25 2010, 03:12 PM Post #60 |
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Author: golden_trillium Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:42 am Tristan
"It was a battle- things happen," Tristan snapped back at Neeve as he dodged the little Woad, thoroughly irritated by the healer's accusing tone. It wasn't like they hadn't been there! Well, Tristan, personally, hadn't been particularly close, but so? He had been doing his part, taking down more Woads than any of them. And Lancelot really had been right next to Arthur, on his horse, but one man couldn't prevent everything. Tristan was far from happy about Arthur's wound, either- it seemed to be bad- but he wasn't going to take recriminations on the subject by a woman, of all people! He took a breath, considering maybe saying something more- but was surprised to find Fiona talking to him instead, pestering him from his other side.
Well, at least she hadn't screamed, she was just talking about screaming. A bloody significant improvement over the last one. Tristan rolled his eyes and jerked his head towards the dungeon door behind them, once more putting up his other hand to balance the hawk. Fiona was eying the bird, though whether in nervousness or what, Tristan couldn't honestly tell. "That one down there does," Tristan remarked matter of factly, indicating Neeria. Surely Fiona had heard that one of her countrywomen was in the dungeons- maybe she was even going down to see her and that was why she was here. Maybe the guards could just lock both of them up together. |
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