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September 2008
Topic Started: Apr 22 2010, 01:55 PM (2,544 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Thu Sep 11, 2008 8:50 pm
Titrus


Titrus shifted uncomfortably in the chair. The effects of ale
still dulled his senses. The warmth of the infirmary and the
smells of the sick were making his stomach rumble. Quintus
moved into position to make an escape. Titrus looked to the
Centurion and nodded his head, signaling him that it was okay
to leave.

This woman seemed to be losing a baby and the thought of it
brought back painful memories for Titrus. He and his late
beloved wife had once lost a baby and Titrus well remembered
the both the physical and emotional pain they both suffered.

Titrus reached out and patted Ione's hand, trying to comfort
her.

"It will be alright, as soon as the nun returns with something
to make you comfortable. I will stay with you until then," he
said reassuringly.

"Surely you will want the father to know," the lieutenant
said. "is there someone we can notify?"
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Fri Sep 12, 2008 5:02 am
Ash


Merlin
 
“You did well, the Gods were with you, and not with the
Roman dogs."


"For certain," Ash concurred quietly, nodding his head once
humbly, his dark eyes filled with sincere gratification of the
leader's appraisal of him.

The success he felt from the favorable outcome of his mission
was sublime, however there was no greater sense of pride than
in knowing his services to Merlin had been useful. He saw
Merlin as a man destined to do great deeds for Briton; Ash
liked to think of himself as an instrument, an instrument
whose efficiency and functionality would help Merlin to reach
prosperous new heights for himself and the peoples of Briton.
One day all their sacrifice would be rewarded and Rome would
crumble. Until a time came when all hope was lost, until he
drew his last dying breath, Ash would stand beside Merlin and
fight for a better future.

He extracted his dream from the deep recesses of his mind and
once again contemplated its story's end. It presented him with
an unyielding predication of a certain reproductive
responsibility as a human being to help make his people live
on. He fought for a future that would never come without a
generation to follow in their predecessors’ footsteps.
Children, children like Eala, they were the voice of the
future.

The stranger-children from his dream came to mind again, their
liquid green eyes the color of their mother's, but vibrant
with the same intensity of his own. The irony, Ash reveled, at
the thought of becoming a father, and even moreso at the
inexplicable swell of warmth and pride he felt inside his
heart at the very idea. He smiled to himself in private
disclosure.

Merlin
 
“So, do you think Mona might be faking?”


He was aware of Eala's presence but didn't acknowledge her
just now. He paused briefly at Merlin's inquiry, drawing in
and releasing a deep breath through his nostrils. His lips
slipped into a pensive line as he lifted his gaze to meet the
other man's. The Woad answered without hesitance: "Without a
shadow of a doubt."









Alina

Gawain
 
“Alina, get out of here. This bastard and I clearly have
some business to take care of.”


The small part of her that swelled with concern for Kolya's
general well-being should he engage in another savage brawl on
the same night wasn't being acknowledged at the moment. Alina
had only asked him to leave with her because of the disdain
she felt toward what she misconstrued to be Gawain carrying
out Galahad's ulterior motives. It did not occur to her that
perhaps the blonde knight was acting alone, or that his
presence here was purely coincidental. Gawain was her lover's
best friend, and the man responsible for sending his best
friend hurting to the infirmary was in his warpath - what was
she supposed to think?

"My hero," Alina murmured curtly, her tone sardonic.

The look on her face was positively dangerous. A myriad of
emotions from fury to embarrassment overshadowed her usual
soft features. Despite appearances, the woman truly held
nothing against him. She understood the profound loyalty he
and Galahad shared, and it was because of this unmistakable
camaraderie that it was impossible for her to damn him for his
actions. That was not to say Alina hadn't the right to request
Gawain and Kolya both to retain a shred of self-control,
though. They all had their limits, and the healer was
certainly at the end of her rope.

Kolya
 
"Not as far as I'm concerned we don't."


With his comment, Kolya tugged her closer, almost as if he was
refusing to relinquish his hold on her and trying to send
Gawain over the edge with his audacity.

"You are not helping," Alina muttered lowly to Kolya through
her teeth. "Enough of this." Without preamble, the small woman
wedged herself between the two knights - former and present -
to form a make-shift barrier, and put out her palms
defensively. She glanced between them meaningfully and said
with a sense of finality to her tone: "I won't stand by and
watch this happen again. Don't expect me to run for cover."
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Fri Sep 12, 2008 12:05 pm

Arthur


Malcus snapped to attention in complete Roman military fashion
again the moment Arthur had concluded with his judgment on the
matter. The Commander had known his Captain would accept and
comply as Barbattus had always been loyal to and trusting in
Arthur. And beneath that fiery temper of Malcus’, Arthur was
certain lived a man with principles much the same as his own.
And Malcus was not the only impassioned man under Arthur’s
command, thus managing strongly opinionated men was the norm
for the Commander. The majority of his fellow commanders
seemed to deem such fervent behaviour as disrespectful, but
not Arthur. He welcomed it from his principle officers and
from his knights. Effective leadership meant listening as
well.

Malcus
 
"Yes sir, commander sir! I'm sorry to have failed you
and disappointed you, commander. I apologize to you for
my actions."


“Apology accepted, Captain,” Arthur answered evenly and with a
small nod of affirmation at the respect his Captain showed
him.

Most assuredly due to his present state of weariness, Arthur
had not realized that Scipio had stood up behind him. Not that
it would have mattered…much…to see his Optio’s reaction to the
judgment he’d handed down to the Captain. But Arthur would
have been less than pleased had he seen the expression on
Amadeus’ face. Malcus, for his part, offered a wink?? This was
still a serious matter even though Arthur understood the
gesture, but prayed the other officer present had missed it.
Malcus would be wise to avoid adding further insults to a
superior officer tonight by seemingly making light of his
punishment. And Arthur had not the strength to deal with any
further troubles among his men right now.

And what in God’s name was keeping Lancelot?

Arthur wanted a report on the status of his knights from the
‘First Knight’ as the Commander had a decision to make in
regards to tomorrow…his ride out to Merlin. As long as Tristan
had not suffered any injuries today, the scout would be called
upon to aid Arthur in seeking out the Woad leader. But who
else among his knights could Arthur call upon?

“Gentlemen, I will ride out in the morning,” Arthur firmly
stated his intent while turning enough to now include Amadeus
in the conversation again. Arthur crossed his arms in front of
his chest using body language to support his decision on the
matter.

“Optio, you will accompany me,” Arthur continued with his gaze
now fully on Scipio. “We will take a handful of men and make a
new pact with Merlin so that we can then focus our attentions
on repairing and rebuilding the fortress structures…and God
willing, find a way to supply and shelter its inhabitants
through the remainder of the winter months,” The Commander
concluded with a small dip of his stubbly chin and
determination in his brilliantly green eyes.

“Captain, ready four of your soldiers to ride out on my
order,” Arthur said to Malcus. “You shall remain here to serve
out your punishment and I will leave Lancelot in command in my
absence,” He paused long enough to step over to the table
Scipio occupied and reached for a goblet of drink. “You may
go, Captain. Take your rest, my friend,” Arthur said with a
small nod as he dismissed Malcus. The Commander would have a
private word with his Optio now….for his part in the failed
mission. Arthur took a drink of the red wine he’d previously
poured for himself and began to choose his words while waiting
for the Captain to leave. Scipio had thus far carried himself
as the perfect Roman officer and no doubt felt he’d acted in
Rome’s best interest while on the mission….but it had
obviously not been the best way….and not Arthur’s way.









Derfel

Linnesse
 
"This….is easy."


“You are such a tease…luv,” Derfel grinned up at Linnesse
while she tempted him with the hem of her nightgown. He should
have been concerned whether or not his lover was recovered
enough from her recent illness for such amorous activities
tonight…but the effects of the ale on his brain had certainly
impaired Derfel’s typically good judgment. And besides…it had
been ‘ages and ages’ since the two had last made love. His
groin was quick to remind him too and thus getting his
clothing off..and hers as well… was suddenly quite the
imperative matter.

Linnesse
 
"Whereas this.....is apparently difficult. And this too,
I'd imagine,"


Derfel welcomed Linnesse’s aid in the removal of his quite
difficult tunic. He then could not suppress a few groans as
soft lips blazed a trail of tiny kisses up his throat to his
cheek. His hands sought out the firmness of her thighs and
slid up underneath the hem of her nightgown….until his fingers
could grasp lightly at Linnesse’s hips.

“Hurry, luv,” Derfel half groaned indicating that he wished
Linnesse to free him from his trousers with all due speed. His
mouth sought hers, first colliding with her jaw where he
mouthed a wet path to her lips. “Mhfph…love…youuu…” Derfel
somehow managed to verbalize while trying to kiss Linnesse
with all the want and love he felt for her. One hand shifted
further up underneath her nightgown until caloused fingers
cupped at her breast. So soft…so plump…and oh so inviting.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri Sep 12, 2008 8:28 pm
Quintus


The Centurion eyed Titrus a little skeptically as the
Lieutenant nodded at him to go ahead and leave...was Titrus
really all right, enough of the ale out of his system that his
head was on straight? Quintus did wonder about that- but the
Lieutenant had unhesitatingly dismissed him, and besides, the
Centurion thought to himself, they were in the infirmary- it
wasn't like Titrus would go uncared for, should he start
feeling ill. Hell, he could even stay the night, if it came to
that- though if he had to, he would probably get a lecture on
the evils of too much drink for his trouble. But he'd be all
right, and hopefully, so would Ione.

"All right, Lieutenant. Miss." Quintus nodded to both of them
in turn as he retreated back towards the door. He felt like he
should maybe say something else, some words of comfort or
sympathy for the woman- but what was there to say? He couldn't
think of anything. Comforting a wounded soldier was one thing,
and the Centurion had experience there- but a woman losing a
baby was different. Quintus knew nothing of that.

Titrus, however, just might. The Lieutenant, Quintus noticed,
was now speaking softly to Ione, even patting her hand, and
Quintus suddenly remembered that Titrus was a family man, much
more so than he himself was. Anyway, it looked as if Ione was
in good hands...and the night wasn't getting any younger, and
Quintus had better get some sleep while he could. After
sketching a salute at the door, just in case Titrus was still
watching, the Centurion turned and headed out of the
infirmary, off to his bed.











Merlin

Ash
 
"Without a shadow of a doubt."


"Hmmmph." Merlin quite concurred with Ash's words, but hearing
them from the lips of another didn't exactly make the Woad
leader feel any better. He still had quite the situation on
his hands- the Woads still had to travel the rest of the way
to their village, they had to keep sharp eyes out for the
Romans even if they initiated no attacks themselves, Neeria
was still a prisoner, and Mona was either mad or pretending to
be for unknown reasons, but in any case she had attacked his
daughter. The encounter with Scipio and his men had gone
almost as well as it possibly could have- but still, Merlin
was not easy in mind.

"Halt!" he cried out suddenly, stopping and projecting his
voice to the front and back of the marching column. All around
him, tired warriors shuffled to a stop, their feet scuffing in
the dead leaves lining the forest floor.

"We make camp here for the night. Just off the path. Everyone
stay close." Merlin shot a few wary glances into the
underbrush surrouding them. Yes...it was better for them to
rest here. His warriors were near exhausted, and they were far
enough away from their original camp that their location
wouldn't be obvious. Especially not in the dark- and he
intended to be gone from here first thing in the morning, of
course. But there was nothing to be gained in slogging on all
night. Merlin had abruptly decided that just now. Better to
get some rest.

"I will see that you are rewarded for your efforts, Ash...and
you, Eala..." Merlin looked down and addressed the young girl
for the first time. "Your loyalty does you great credit. You
will be one of my finest some day." He favored her with a
fatherly smile, noting with pride and affection the way she
had taken Ash's hand. That...that was what it meant to be a
Woad. The Woads were a family, and they were family to the
animals and the plants and the birds and fishes, too. They
were not always a harmonious family- the taint of the Romans
on their land contributed to that- but they were a family, and
he would guide them through this time. And the land would once
again be theirs.

"Make a fire here," Merlin continued, walking a few steps into
the trees and pointing out a good spot almost immediately. His
instinct guided him- guided him even in this small matter of
the positioning of a fire. Surely it would guide him in larger
things, too, he mused, watching in the torchlight as, on the
other side of his proposed fire spot, Mona's litter was
lowered wearily to the ground.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Sep 12, 2008 9:05 pm
Ione


Quintus
 
"'S nothing," "You, uh...you be ok here if I leave? Get
back home all right?"


Ah! But to Ione, the kindness they had shown her meant the
world to her. To know that someone had cared enough to come to
her aid. Arthur and Lancelot had, and though it was sort of
history now, their kindness had remained in her memory, and
the kind of wonderful friendships that had risen between them.
If they thought just anyone would stop to help her, then they
had been wrong for there were some at the fort who were not so
kind. Her dark eyes, wet from tears, looked at Centurion
Quintus knowing that he did have to leave possibly for duty or
family, but Ione understood. The weaver's eyes stayed on
Quintus for a while, then she said softly, 'none...the
less...your kind..ness is noted. It meant a lot...'

Family, duty and friends were important.

Next to the bed she lie on, Titrus had shifted a bit nodding
his head to the other man as if giving his permission to take
his leave.

Quintus
 
"All right, Lieutenant. Miss."


With that, Quintus left the room.

As she brought her eyes to look at Titrus, Ione stretched her
hand closer to him as she recalled doing to Javier so many
times when he had tended to her wounds. Her effort was
rewarded when she felt Titrus's hand pat hers in a comforting
way. As she shifted into a new comfortable position, a shot of
pain stabbed at the area of her womb, and she brought her left
hand up to hold the area. The right hand, which Titrus had
patted, grabbed the blankets and held them until her knuckles
were white. Ione could feel the baby's desperate but weak
moves within her, and it made her all the more determined that
the child should live.

Releasing the blanket as the pain subsided, Ione's right hand
came up to take Titrus's hand in her own. It comforted her
somehow. Light sobs came up from her soul as she heard the
man's soothing voice....

Titrus
 
"It will be alright, as soon as the nun returns with
something to make you comfortable. I will stay with you
until then.  Surely you will want the father to know," "is there
someone we can notify?"


Was there someone she wanted to notify? She squeezed her eyes
shut remembering that her parents had been burned to death by
the man they had sold her to, and she had not a clue as to
Javier's whereabouts. She had no one to tell. No living
relatives. Her thumb smoothed over the man's rough but gentle
hands knowing that he had asked because he cared, 'Thank you
for staying here with me...' Ione rolled over slowly onto her
side as it seemed the most comfortable position, her hand
still on top of his. Ione looked sadly into the Lieutenant's
gentle eyes and replied, 'The baby's father...I do not know
where he is... My parents are dead...' A knot of sobs caught
in her throat, 'Javier did not want to stay here with me...he
wanted to go back to Spain to his wealthy family...' There was
bitterness in her voice as she realized that he could have
taken her for a dreamy eyed fool, and that perhaps he had no
intentions of coming back.

The nun peeked inside the room upon returning, and nodded to
Titrus who was still next to Ione's bed. She entered with a
tray containing a small mug of the drought, as well as a
mixture to ease Ione's pain. She helped Ione sit up while the
young woman drank it, then placed her head back down
carefully. Ione was a bit worried about taking the drought and
falling asleep for fear that she would not be awake when she
needed to be. 'T'will help you sleep, dear.' The nun gave Ione
the herbal mixture as well, then looked at the two men,
'Shouldn't take too long before she sleeps.'

The nun left with the tray, closing the door behind her
leaving Ione once again with the Lieutenant. It did not take
long for Ione to feel drowsy. Her small hand closed about
Titrus's own, her glassy chocolate brown eyes studying him.
Now was a good time to get to know her new friend. The weaver
recalled how good it felt to see him come into her shop, and
she loved helping both he and Quintus as well as Lancelot and
Arthur. Ione asked, 'Would you mind talking for a bit until
the drought kicks in?'
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Author: Kayla
Date: Fri Sep 12, 2008 9:37 pm

Fiona


Focusing on something other than Tristan ended up not being
able to calm the young woad's nerves. Something about him put
her on edge whenever she was around him, although Fiona had
found that she certainly didn't have any problems asking him
questions and probably pestering him to death, as she did to
people more often then not. It wasn't on purpose, of course,
since the woad didn't always like it when people didn't like
her. She knew that if everyone knew about her being a woad,
she wouldn't be the most popular person around, as was shown
with the ones who already knew. People would always be
suspicious, even if she had Arthur's permission to be in the
fort.

Tristan
 
"That one down there does."


Neeve
 
“Very true…loud and persevering…"


Fiona's brow furrowed into a tiny little frown, making her
face scrunch up a bit as she did so. She let her gaze follow
to where the scout had been nodding towards, which was the
dungeon and the woad's head tilted slightly as she looked
around the man who was still in front of her. The fact that
there was someone screaming down there didn't alarm or
surprise her, since she had spent time down in the dungeon as
well and had been surprised that she hadn't gone crazy even
during those few hours. She didn't know how Guinevere and
Brianna had done it…

The woman's head swiveled when she heard Neeve join in to what
the knight was saying, and Fiona shook her head slightly,
trying to figure out who was down there - not that she would
even know the person if she asked and they answered her, or at
least, she didn't realize that she would. Huffing out a little
breath, her eyes directed towards Tristan again, running over
his tattoos to meet up with his eyes. "Who is down there?" Her
head turned back and forth to both the man and woman a couple
of times, wanting an answer, but she wouldn't be surprised if
she didn't recieve one.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Sep 12, 2008 9:43 pm
Brendyn


He continued to keep a look out for enemies lurking in the
dark on the other side of the wall. Brendyn shifted again and
stifled a yawn. Was it not close to dawn soon? The young
soldier was not always sure, but he always thought that
morning had that certain smell to it, or was it just the
newness of the day. Well, one thing was sure, it was bloody
cold and the air was damp. Rain, or wet snow? Brendyn brought
his cloak closer about him with his lance still in a firm but
easy grip. He had not really taken very good care of himself
since being here either: namely, eating a good healthy meal.
What good was a scrawny soldier?

The healing wound under his arm was still draining, and he
reminded himself to have the bandage changed first
thing...That always aided in good healing. As he stood there,
he pondered on what his duties would be for the next day.
Perhaps an adventure of some sort, or some duty that Arthur,
Malcus, or Titrus would need him for. He loved a good
adventure, or duty....or a battle. He also had to check on
Tyranus, his dark bay horse. He had trained the animal himself
and had taught it to obey his commands in Cornish. He loved
the animal, and could not imagine going into battle without
him.

Brendyn felt deep down that he had not done his best on his
first day, but the redeeming factor had been when he had
helped to try to locate the missing woad prisoners...finding
the gate they had vanished through, and reporting his find to
the Centurion Quintus. The praise he had gotten made him feel
better about himself, and he hoped he had made a good
impression as well.

Brendyn left his eyes follow another animal that had moved
across the field in front of the fort as he tried to remember
all of the rules Malcus had laid out for him on his first day
at the fort...
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat Sep 13, 2008 7:13 am
Linnesse


Derfel
 
“Hurry, luv. Mhfph…love…youuu…”


"Luff...you too," she mumbled ferverntly around his kisses,
her hands still busy with his belt. She fumbled it a bit- his
touch was deliciously distracting- but after taking a moment
to tear her lips away from his and focus on it, she had the
buckle undone and, with his help, his pants down over his
hips.

"Mmmm," an eager, involuntary moan escaped her as she
scrambled back on top of him, straddling his lap and only then
pulling the nightgown up and over her head in a smooth
movement. The sudden chill of the room air nipped at her skin,
and she scooted herself even closer to Derfel, seeking his
lips again. His hands were all over her- a fact which
gratified her, as she knew she had lost a lot of weight due to
her illness. She had only had her appetite back properly for
one day, and as a result she was still sickly thin, but he
squeezed at her breasts and bottom as if they were the most
deliciously ripe confections he could ask for. It just made
her want him more- if that were possible. She ran her hands
quickly, thoroughly, over his shoulders, down his arms, and
back up his stomach and chest, as if she were trying to absorb
all of him at once. This was how she had hoped to be able to
welcome him home, and it was finally happening! With a little
whimper of urgency, she reached down between them and found
his manhood, wrapping her fingers around it and starting to
guide him towards her more-than-ready wetness.










Tristan

Fiona
 
"Who is down there?"


"One of yours. Neeria," Tristan supplied in a flat,
straightforward voice as he continued walking across the
courtyard. This girl had surely known that there were
prisoners taken in the battle on the road- that had been all
over the fort. What with the escape, though...Tristan suddenly
tilted his head to the side and paused in his step, frowning
and looking down at Fiona. The escape...and had not the word
been that a mysterious someone, a girl, had helped the littler
Woad to escape and then disappeared? Two sets of footprints
had been found in the wet ground outside the little gate, so
everyone had assumed that the girl had gotten away with the
prisoner...but what if there had been three people involved?
The possibility flashed into Tristan's mind fully formed, and
he took a more menacing step towards Fiona, though he wasn't
willing to grab for her yet- not with the injured hawk on his
shoulder.

"And you should be too...you helped the little one," he said
with quiet, threatening certainty. Woads- pah! This one was
supposed to be peaceful, but Arthur had been wrong to trust
even her this far. Peaceful or not, who wouldn't help an
imprisoned countrywoman escape if she could?
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sat Sep 13, 2008 1:40 pm
Mari


It seemed that things were always getting complicated between
them just when they had been looking up. Mari wondered why
that was - she wondered if there was some truth in all the
negative, bitter things her father had said throughout her
life about happiness and about love. She loved Milan
unconditionally and wanted to be with him in every sense of
the word but things kept ... going wrong. Like now -- she
stood before the fire with her wide brown eyes brimming with
tears of frustration, tears of hurt because she had, for a
moment, believed that he didn't love her the way she thought
he did.

Milan
 
"No.. Every..tthing...in...side... doesn' come
out...rrright... I-I jus' wanna...luv you...Mari... Is
that...ok?"


When he first touched her arm Mari almost told him no. She
almost told him to not do this for her sake, that he didn't
have to pretend or anything like it, that she could handle it
if what she had said was true and he didn't love her. But she
was weak and allowed him to turn her. Her head lolled weakly
as if she were a newborn babe, and her hesitant eyes looked
upwards at Milan, his face so close to hers. She could see all
the worry etched into his pale forehead, she could see the
concern written plain in his beautiful eyes, the anguish...

She listened, feeling silly and still feeling confused, not
knowing if this was for real now because she had thought it
was before and it seemed she had gotten it wrong... Or had
she? Was this the truth and earlier she had been wrong?

Biting her bottom lip, Mari flexed her fingers against her
palms, hands dropped loosely at her side as she pondered
whether to touch Milan, whether to believe in the unbelievable
and accept that someone as handsome, sweet and caring wanted
to love her.

Finally, with a wilting sigh Mari nodded her head.

"Of course it is Milan... but... you have to understand that
what happened with .. with with with ... him won't ruin what
we might have, ok? I won't think of him when you touch me, I
don't think of him - I can't without wanting to cry so you'll
know. Ok? You'll know because when it's you holding me all I
can do is smile... see?" she afforded Milan a beautiful smile
though it was a sad smile, a sad hopeful smile, her eyebrows
arched prettily and one of her hands coming up to rest against
the back of his hand against her cheek.









Galahad and Drake

"What's it to you anyways?" Galahad whined quietly, glowering
at teh ceiling to avoid the steely green eyes of Drake Februus
Octavius. The man was quite disconcerting in his quietness, in
how he seemed to be calm and yet the air bristled with threat
regardless. The masochist in Galahad coaxed him to keep
tweaking the wrong buttons on Drake, to just see where it got
him... or what it got him broken.

"It's respect." the words were ice. Galahad snorted and looked
over at Drake for a second before looking away, scoffing
noisily.

"Respect for who? Her? Why?"

"She's a woman. She's mourning. She's more worthy of it than
you or I. Shall I continue?"

"Woman -- pah! Women are poison or hadn't you noticed? Man
with your length of service to Rome should know that! Hasn't a
woman ever betrayed you, Octavius? Hasn't a woman ripped out
your heart and squashed it in her tiny but capable hand?"
Galahad said, his mind turning to Alina, his heart aching as
if she had her fist around it and had squeezed hard. Sniffing,
the young knight shut his blue eyes and turned his head away
from the uncomfortably close soldier next to him.

The silence was more deadly than the cutting words...
Galahad hazarded a glance over his shoulder to see Drake
staring down at him only... it was as if he was looking
through him, seing into the pillow and beyond in the past,
perhaps? The Sarmatian shifted uncomfortably and noticed
Drake's eyes did not move, he did not even blink. Finally the
Spaniard's eyes focussed and he snarled, waving his hand
towards Galahad dismissively though there was a pain in his
eyes for the briefest of moments.

"She's different." Drake said stubbornly, feeling a need to
defend Linnette from the accusations her sex was being riddled
with but unable to defend womankind in it's entirety because
he knew precisely what Galahad was talking about. This
reminder, however, was enough to take Drake back into a rather
grim past, a dusty past - the greasy scent of burning flesh on
the breeze and blood, the metallic scent of blood, the taste
of it on her lips mingled with salty tears and coupled with a
pained scream.

Tensing his angular jaw, Drake sneered at Galahad and turned
aside, glancing towards Linnette to ensure her well-being
before resolutely staring straight ahead, her image on the
edge of his vision but his mind was miles away, years away.









Eala

Eala, once more, kept herself ignorant to whatever it was
Merlin and Ash had to talk about. Now and then she would look
to their lips with the intention on noting at least what topic
they spoke on. To make sure she wasn't being talked about. She
thought she noted Merlin speak of Mona but wasn't entirely
sure. Her black eyes turned to look about them for the woman
woad but failing to spot her the ten year old shrugged.

Her brow furrowed as she looked down at her wrist at the
bruising there from being hauled up onto the horse by her arm
and then having the arm twisted. She remembered the old woman
who had tended to her and the man who had given her the doll
which was tucked under her arm with it's hidden knife.

The litter came to a stop. The little blonde looked around the
place and nodded her head in satisfaction at the spot chosen
for their camp. There was plenty of cover and as she turned to
pick out a suitable spot for herself and Ash. Her stomach gave
a growling churn at the thoughts of rest and the prospect of
food, her mind turning to wonder what there might be to eat
tonight. When Merlin approached the youngster made a point of
pushing her blonde hair back from her face, her grazed, pale
cheeks rounded as she smiled up at the woad leader in the
failing light.

Most of what he said was clear to her - the woad leader was
quite adept at ensuring that he addressed her in a way that
she could understand.

Merlin
 
"Your loyalty does you great credit. You will be one of
my finest some day."


The black depths of her eyes seemed to become darker, her
chest puffed out swollen with immense pride that Merlin would
take such an interest in her and call her one of his finest.
She looked over at Ash quickly to ensure that he had heard it
too and then looked back to Merlin just as he turned away to
order a fire lit and see to the camp making.

Eala turned back to Ash and grinned at him proudly, as if she
had somehow proven him wrong in something though he had never
doubted her that she knew. A bubble of laughter broke from her
chapped lips and the little woad swatted a hand lightly
against his shoulder before whirling away to commandeer a
bedroll for them and perhaps some food.
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Author: Darya
Date: Sat Sep 13, 2008 2:09 pm
Neeve


The situation was…awkward. Yet Neeve realized that she would
not get any more details from Tristan about the imprisoned
Woad’s attack on Arthur, thus she made a mental note to
confront the Commander himself with that once she would get to
talk to him again. And talk to him she would…making her point
regarding him probably wanting to ride out to meet Merlin.

However, for the next moments, the healer continued to mainly
watch the interaction between knight and Woad…and it seemed
Fiona was confused…

Fiona
 
"Who is down there?"


Tristan
 
"One of yours. Neeria. And you should be too...you
helped the little one,"


Neeve was about to nod in agreement to the scout’s words
again…when he mentioned a 'little one'. What the hell was that
supposed to mean now? What little one? The frown on the
healer’s face deepened and her eyes narrowed slightly.
Wait…could that be the escaped prisoner Titrus had been
talking about? By the Gods, she needed to get out of the
infirmary more often it seemed…

However, when Tristan stepped yet a bit closer towards Fiona,
more or less towering over the girl, Neeve instinctively
positioned herself half between the two and glanced from one
to the other. “Alright, alright…”, she said firmly, forcing
herself to stay as calm as possible with the anger about
Neeria – as she knew now – still seething inside of her.
“Easy, Tristan, easy…”, Neeve tried to stop the Sarmatian from
grabbing Fiona as the knight looked as if he would love to
throw the Woad into the dungeons himself. Sure, Neeve would
not exactly protest heavily if Fiona would end up in the
dungeons as well…but to the healer it seemed as if the girl
had no idea what Tristan was talking about. Unless of course
she was a good actress…and knew how to pretend… Though for
now, Neeve was willing to give Fiona the benefit of the doubt.
“Who this little one and how could Fiona have helped her?”,
the raven-haired wanted to know…not exactly caring who would
reply to her…as so long as she would get some answers…
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat Sep 13, 2008 2:47 pm
Tristan


Neeve
 
“All right, all right…easy, Tristan, easy…who this
little one and how could Fiona have helped her?”


"The other Woad, the one who escaped earlier," Tristan
snapped, his eyes lighting sharply and warningly on Neeve. She
was trying to soothe him, and he didn't like being soothed.
What was more, she was making him explain himself, never easy,
and the words were forced from his throat gruffly, as if with
great effort.

"They say she was helped by some girl, but no one knew who she
was. It could have been her," he jabbed a finger accusingly in
Fiona's direction, once more reflecting that the action was
childish, petulant, almost. He shouldn't be just pointing, he
should be...doing something. But what? It wasn't like he
really wanted to toss Fiona over his shoulder and haul her
down to join Neeria. He'd far rather just have all Woads out
of the fort. But it seemed that that was not part of Arthur's
grand design.
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Author: sirgawain
Date: Sun Sep 14, 2008 2:08 am
Gawain


Gawain held tight to Kolya’s collar as the man directed his
gaze up at his own fiery glare. He noted that the Samartian
did not loosen his grip on Alina, or really make any gesture
at all toward setting her free. Clenching his teeth even
tighter together, he pulled up just a little harder on the
collar in his hand.

Kolya
 
“Not as far as I’m concerned, we don’t.”


The knight let out a growl that bordered on feral, jerking
forward toward Kolya with his free fist raised. The man just
didn’t understand. It took a lot to push Gawain to the point
of actually seeking out fights, being that he usually just
wanted to fight when he was asked to, and then go back to
minding his own business. He didn’t fight for play or for
sport as some men did, but rather spent every day with the
goal of reaching that moment when he would never be asked to
fight again. However, with everything that had built up--the
fight earlier that day, Galahad’s sour mood, the wound of
Brianna’s abandonment still sore, and now this public display
of affection that was publicly shaming his best friend--it was
more than enough to push him way over the edge.

Alina
 
“Enough of this. I won't stand by and watch this happen
again. Don't expect me to run for cover.”


Gawain had just been about to bring his fist down into Kolya’s
eye when Alina wedged herself between them. He whipped his
hand back as if it had been scalded, appalled at the thought
of accidentally hurting her in the line of fire. “Are you
crazy, Woman? You almost got yourself punched.” He almost
moved to pick her up and place her safely out of his way so
that he could go back to what he had been planning on doing.
However, she had broken his stride enough to remind him that
this wasn’t his way. He wouldn’t resort to this if he didn’t
have to.

“Alina, you should be ashamed of yourself. Not only for making
a public spectacle of yourself like this, but for doing this
to Galahad. Do you honestly love him at all? For if you don’t,
I beg of you to just set him free. For his sake.”

He looked over Alina’s head at Kolya, “And you should try
spending one hour not making our lives hell, for a change. I‘m
not even sure it‘s possible.”
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Sun Sep 14, 2008 3:31 am
Ash


Merlin
 
"I will see that you are rewarded for your efforts,
Ash...and you, Eala...Your loyalty does you great
credit. You will be one of my finest some day."


Ash bowed his head gratefully, dark gaze dropping to Eala's
hand on his a moment while the leader addressed the girl. As
much as he was proud of his own success, the Woad was also
happy for Eala. She had seen and endured much in her ten short
years. He had lived to see the strongest or bravest of
warriors crumble under the oppressive thumb of Rome, but where
others had failed, where some had lost their way, Eala
continued to persevere. She may have been only ten, but she
was wise beyond her years, and probably one of the toughest
people he had ever know. He ran a thumb over her tiny wrist
where the skin there suffered from discoloration. Beaten and
Gods-knew-what else by the hands of the Romans and yet she
found reason to smile, to puff out her chest in pride. Her
spirit had not been broken. Yes, her perseverance was her
strength. She would always carry on, and that was what made
her a fine warrior even now.

Merlin left them to take charge in getting camp set up. Eala
turned toward him, beaming from head to toe. Ash offered her a
half-smile and nodded encouragingly, watching after her a few
moments as his litter was carefully lowered to the ground. One
of the warriors that had helped carry him, Regan, reached out
a helping hand to Ash, who took it without hesitance. The
bronze-haired Woad cupped Ash's elbow with his free hand and
aided him to his feet, leaving his side once Ash motioned he
was fine on his own.

He gently held his flank and ambled a ways from the litter,
standing beneath the wilting limbs of a tree near the area
where a fire was being prepped. Dark eyes swiveled back to
where Mona's litter had been laid upon the ground. The blonde
woman was relatively silent and unmoving now. Although he
should have felt relief having not to hear her bumbling,
crazed shrieks, Ash found it to be more unsettling for her to
be doing nothing. Ash doubted her insanity, but the female
Woad was clearly unstable nonetheless, and he did not trust
her.

He glanced around and pin-pointed Merlin's and Eala's
whereabouts. Slowly Ash sunk against the tree trunk behind
him, slipping a dagger out from his boot and laying it beside
him within reaching distance. The way his eyes pinched was the
only visible reminder of the pain he was in, but his
expression was otherwise stoic. His fingers twitched against
one another, touching his dagger again for re-assurance.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:40 am
Derfel


Derfel had heard Linnesse profess her love for him, but he
said nothing in reply as truly he was more focused on getting
his trousers off than anything else at the moment. Thus in the
brief instant Linnesse’s hands were not wandering over his
skin, Derfel managed to wiggle completely out of his trousers
and tossed the disgarded clothing from the bed.

“Oh luv,” Derfel moaned as Linnesse climbed into his lap – now
completely naked - and began to touch him everywhere again.
Her tiny fingers feathered over his bare flesh leaving behind
a trail of goose bumps and eliciting yet another pleasurable
moan from his throat.

Thank the gods Derfel’s stomach seemed to have settled or this
would only go very badly in the end. He silently prayed for
the former.

Derfel sucked in a short breath between his teeth in pleasure
as Linnesse’s fingers found his cock. Praise to Bel that the
ale had had no ill effects on his libido.

His hands trailed over Linnesse’s soft skin, gently
re-discovering what he’d missed so badly in recent weeks. One
hand brushed over her ribs and thank the gods Derfel was still
drunk or he might have been alarmed at feeling them so
pronounced. Linnesse was certainly thinner than he
remembered….but his heady lust for her easily overpowered that
concern.....for now.

His mouth easily found the pulse in her throat and he kissed
his way along her slender neck while sliding both hands up the
curvature of her spine.

“Mhmmm…want….you…” Derfel groaned against Linnesse’s neck and
he could not help arching his hips upwards…he brought one hand
down between their bodies and felt for her…. “Oh godsss…”
Derfel moaned at feeling Linnesse’s readiness to accept him.
His thick fingers teased at her opening for a moment and then
he gave a small tug at Linnesse’s hip to help guide her body
to his. He mouthed at her jaw and slowly pushed the tip of his
cock into her. Slow….move slowly, Derfel attempted to remind
himself…take pleasure in her…please her.

Derfel’s back bowed as his hips lifted upwards to press a
little further inside of her. Oh gods, she felt
incredible….hot, slick and tight against his intruding prick.
He groaned again and tightly shut his eyes while completely
savoring the sensation. And then Derfel’s mouth sought
Linnesse’s lips while his hands wrapped completely around her
small body to support her while he began to move a little
faster and a little deeper inside of her.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Sep 14, 2008 12:05 pm
Linnesse


Derfel
 
“Oh luv. Mhmmm…want…you…oh godsss…”


"Mmmm...oooh, that's nice," Linnesse gasped as he sank inside
her, tilting her hips forward to take all of him and squeeze
as close to him as possible. She wanted to say something more
at first, something about how glad she was that the ale had
left him still very well capable of this, but that was too
long and complicated a sentiment to get out now in a way that
made sense. She rocked forward and back, drifting her eyes
closed as she reveled in the combined sensations of his lips,
his hands, and his strong body against and inside hers. This
was a miracle to her, always- a miracle that this was
inexpressable pleasure, and never a hint of pain at all.
Derfel made it so. He was a miracle.

"Oh, love," she moaned again, as the wonderful feelings built,
spiraling outward, echoing and re-echoing till she couldn't
think anymore, could only clutch at his shoulders and let the
current sweep her along, her body shuddering in little
flutterings of ecstasy around him.

"I love you," she panted, opening her eyes to look at him and
tracing an infinitely tender finger down his cheek.
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