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September 2008
Topic Started: Apr 22 2010, 01:55 PM (2,543 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: sabor ice
Date: Mon Sep 15, 2008 3:38 am

Mordred


"And THEN, the livid hawk-face called for the little jack-ass
to stand down, but of course his attempts were all in vain,
because everyone knows an ass to be an incompetent creature
useful only to its master as long as it carries its weight and
falls obediently in line with the rest of its brethren swine.
So this ass, he's no longer any good to its master, see? The
hawk-face wants to do away with him because he's a liability,
a fuck-up, but alas he cannot. Not yet. Because of the kitten
waiting back home whom the ass is loyal to, the kitten who for
some fucking God-forsaken reason, is the one that all others
are condemned to answer to. So, the hawk-face must suffer in
silence and try to keep the kitten's favor. See, the kitten is
obscenely gentile and it is easy for the hawk-face to keep him
blind. The ass and the other loyal creatures who serve the
kitten, the dog-soldiers, they will try to persuade their
master into believing the hawk-face has ill-intentions. But,
the foolhardy, gentile kitten, he will not see this until it
is too late…”

Mordred gave a wicked laugh. The wench on his left - a slender
little blonde thing - sidled up closer to the knight, leaning
on her elbow for support and grazing deft slender digits
against his chest. She appeared wide-eyed and entirely amused
by his story.

"And, what of the fox? What 'appens to 'im?" the blonde mused.

The man shook off her tender touches, but didn't reply. Black
eyes glinting with dark mischief stared unseeingly toward the
door of his room. The second whore on his right - a voluptuous
brunette - rolled her brown eyes and huffed petulantly.

"Pfbt. He's drunk, luv," the brunette noted to her younger
friend with a grin. "It's all nonsensical nonsense." She
laughed at him.

Without preamble, Mordred snapped up soberly and caught the
brunette by the throat, slamming the back of her head into the
wall behind them. Her eyes widened in sudden terror, her tiny
hands clawing at his hand uselessly trying to free herself.
His grip tightened and she gasped shallowly, her eyes bulging
from their sockets. He heard the other one give a frightened
whimper but she remained frozen where she was. He leaned in
closely to the brunette, taking in her floral scent as he
rolled his nose along her jaw line and released a hot breath
against her ear. How he relished the fear emanating from her
generous body, soaking it up like he was tasting a fine wine.

"The fox is cunning and takes on many forms. He walks in
stealth, clever to remain undetected. He makes the shadows his
home, and it is where he waits..." Mordred murmured against
the brunette's ear. He pulled back and cocked his head to the
side, watching emotionless as she turned scarlet red beneath
his hold. "He waits for his time to come..."

His voice drifted off. In the moment of silence that stretched
thereafter, he felt the bed shift beneath him and snapped out
of his daze, soulless eyes locking onto the blonde whore. She
squeaked and went rigid at the foot of the bed, clasping her
clothes tightly to her naked form as she shivered in the
firelight.

"Who said you could leave yet?" he said, his tone cold and
unforgiving.

Mordred released the brunette from his chokehold and promptly
bound her hands securely with a piece of leather above her
head, his gaze never leaving sight of the blonde woman across
from them. He left the dark-haired one heaving for a lungful
of air and slipped forward off of the mattress, ripping the
blonde's dress from her hands and shoving her back onto the
bed.

He snatched up a chair from the corner and placed it at the
foot of the bed with eerie calm, unashamedly still completely
in the nude as he straddled it. The two women stared
incomprehensibly back at him.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" he roared impatiently with a
flick of his hand. "Do you think I'm paying you to stare at
the bitch? Fuck her. Hard. Now.”
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon Sep 15, 2008 11:43 am
Derfel


“I love you too,” Derfel answered in a whisper while meeting
Linnesse’s beautiful eyes and continuing to rock his body up
into hers. At this rate the knight was not going to last long.
He was still feeling the effects of the ale and Linnesse
simply felt too good after such a long break from their
intimate relationship.

“Ohhhh godssss…..” Derfel groaned as his climax crashed
through his body and resonated in his groin. He spilled his
seed into his lover while his neck corded and his eyes
shuttered against the intensity of it all.

Derfel’s strong arms remained snugly wrapped around Linnesse’s
tiny frame and he attempted to continue pushing up into her
for as long as she would need. He would be sure his lover got
as much pleasure as she’d given him just now. A light film of
sweat covered his body and his back creaked in protest, but
Derfel’s hips continued their steady pace upwards. His half
open mouth brushed against Linnesse’s chin before capturing
her bottom lip and momentarily suckling on the tender flesh
there.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:41 pm
Titrus


After assuring Quintus that he would be okay getting home by
himself, Titrus sat back comfortably in the chair. The woman
beside him, lying in the bed, looked pale and afraid. Surely
the father must be on his way. Or was she a widow as so many
women at Badon Keep were?

The woman cringed and grabbed tightly at the blankets,
squeezing Titrus' hand as she did so.

"Ssssssshhhh, it will be okay," Titrus whispered softly,
trying to soothe her.

After a moment, the pain, the contraction seemed to pass as
Ione slowly released her grip. Once the pain had completely
passed, the woman attempted to answer Titrus' previous
question.

Ione
 
"Thank you for staying here with me...The baby's
father...I do not know where he is... My parents are
dead...Javier did not want to stay here with me...he
wanted to go back to Spain to his wealthy family...'


Titrus shifted uncomfortably in his chair and patted Ione's
hand. A man who deserted his family was the worst coward in
the lieutenant's opinion. Having four daughters of his own,
Titrus would slice the man's throat who would abandon either
of them. Titrus was a man of family honor and he'd loved Deeta
until the day there was no more breath left in her beautiful
body.

The nun's entrance broke the Roman's reverie. Titrus gave a
nod to the sister as she entered with her tray of whatever it
was that would help Ione. Both Titrus and the nun lifted the
woman to help her drink, then lay her back down.

Nun
 
'T'will help you sleep, dear. Shouldn't take too long
before she sleeps."


"Thank you, sister," Titrus said and the nun left quietly,
closing the door behind her.

Ione
 
"Would you mind talking for a bit until the drought
kicks in?"


Feeling a bit uneasy, Titrus' mind raced. What would he talk
about? It had been so long since he'd held a woman's company,
other than his occasion tryst, he didn't know what to talk
about. His daughters. Women liked hearing about little girls
didn't they? But this woman was losing her baby, maybe talking
about live, healthy girls wouldn't be the best thing.

"I'm sorry, milady, but I'm not much with conversation. I'm
just a soldier in the Roman army. Nothing much with that," he
blushed. "Maybe you could tell me about how you learned your
trade instead."









Malcus Barbattus

Finished with the unpleasantry of filling Arthur in on the
debacle that was supposed to be a peace mission, Malcus wanted
to leave the commander's quarters, get as far away from Scipio
as possible, and get some sleep. Three days in the stable was
fair punishment. It was disgraceful and Malcus would hate it,
but the captain knew that Arthur's judgement could have been a
lot harsher, including lashes from the commander's whip. So
three days cleaning up horse, dog and donkey shit was a skate.
Besides, Barbattus would be able to spend time with Falco, and
that he was actually looking forward to.

Arthur had accepted Malcus' apology so Malcus would look
forward to sharing an ale with his friend once the punishment
was completed and Arthur was feeling better.

Finally standing to the side, allowing Malcus a glimpse of the
optio again, Arthur addressed both officers. Malcus tried hard
not to look at the optio, focusing only on Arthur. The captain
still didn't trust his temper should Amadeus say something
stupid.

Arthur
 
“Gentlemen, I will ride out in the morning. Optio, you
will accompany me. 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,"


Malcus dropped his gaze and stared at the floor, biting his
tongue. He wanted to beg Arthur not to go, to let sleeping
dogs lie for a while. But Barbattus knew Arthur and he knew it
would take a great deal to dissuade his brother-in-arms.
Malcus also didn't want to cause any more trouble for the
commander either. Damn you, Artorius, Barbattus cursed to
himself, still not looking up.

Arthur
 
“Captain, ready four of your soldiers to ride out on my
order. You shall remain here to serve out your
punishment and I will leave Lancelot in command in my
absence. You may go, Captain. Take your rest, my friend,


Malcus looked up then and stood at attention again, striking
his chest.

"Oy commander. It will be done as you order. Go with God,
Arthur. May the Almighty grant you peace and safety on your
journey. I will await your return and only then will I rest.
Good night, sir."

Malcus struck his chest again. Then, with all the strength and
willpower he could muster, Barbattus looked at the optio. The
captain's dark eyes flashed as he looked at the pompous ass,
sitting smug and content. Remembering his mentor, the great
Pendragon, Malcus struck his chest at the optio and nodded.

"Sir," he said.

The captain didn't wait for a response, he simply spun on his
heel and strode out of the room, his head held high, closing
the door behind him with a soft click. Once outside Arthur's
quarters, the captain spat his hatred for Amadeus on the dark
corridor floor.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:46 pm
Ione


It calmed Ione to know that there was someone with her, though
even after the drought and herbs the nun had given her, there
was still pain. Shorlty after the nun left, a pain like a stab
with a knife darted through her body, and this time, she
squeezed hard on Titrus's hand gasping. Ssssssshhhh, it will
be okay The Lieutenant's voice drifted in her mind, and Ione
really wanted to believe that everything would be fine even as
the pain subsided and she exhaled and inhaled air....her grasp
easing up on Titrus's hand once again.

The drought and herbs the nun had given her began to make Ione
feel a bit drowsy now. Her eyes were still on Titrus watching
him shift in his chair....the comforting feel of his hand on
hers. Ione had known Titrus as a customer, but he was also
Roman. A Roman who, along with Quintus, had stopped to help
her. Titrus had even aided the nun in helping the young weaver
to sit up and take the herbal mixture. Were they then like
Arthur who had rescued her from the dungeons? If it had not
been for him, she'd have been dead. She owed her life to
Accolan as well, Had she really paid him back for that? Now,
she'd never know...

Ione yawned, and then winced slightly. It was hard to get
comfortable right now. A light sheen of sweat covered her
face, and she felt exhausted...weak. To take her mind off what
was possibly happening, Ione had asked the officer next to her
bed to talk with her. Ione smiled as warmly as possible at his
answer...

Titrus
 
"I'm sorry, milady, but I'm not much with conversation.
I'm just a soldier in the Roman army. Nothing much with
that," "Maybe you could tell me about how you learned
your trade instead."


The hand that lay over his caressed his war roughened hands.
Ione closed her eyes, then opened them again, "You..are more
than..just a Roman soldier, Titrus. You are a kind, tender
hearted man with a heart like a lion...Arthur is also a man
with a heart like yours...and Quintus..." Ione, in her life at
the fort, had often thought that she was "just a servant"
until Arthur told her that she never had been, and that she
was a civilian under his protection. To, Ione, people were
always more than what they 'just were'. She felt the baby move
slightly, and she placed her free hand over the place she had
felt it move. "Do not ever...think of yourself as "just a
Roman". " Ione's glazed dark eyes held the Roman's. "I
consider you a dear friend..."

As she thought of his second question, Ione thought of her
mother. The woman had taught her everything she knew. Her eyes
grew heavy with sleep as she began to speak of how her mother
had taught her the art of weaving, spinning the wool and how
to dye fabric...mostly how to make clothes, blankets and capes
for others. "I had...made you a new cape for your uniform this
past Yule...it..is black...with the emblem of a silver bear on
the back of it and silver around the trim...thought...it...would look...handsomely on you...for formal occasions...' The weaver did not know if the black cape was regulation, but in her mind, she could picture how nice it would have looked on the Lieutenant. Ione had made Malcus one as well in the same stunning black with silver work on it.

Gradually, Ione's eyes got heavier and she fought to keep them
open. What if something happened while she was asleep? Her
hand lightly clasped Titrus's not having the strength to hold
it firmly. In truth, Ione felt like she was dying every time
the pain hit, and now, even after the herbs, the pain still
came. Ione bit her lower lip trying to stifle a cry of pain.
As it eased, Ione looked at the officer with eyes full of
sleep, 'What are your...duties? Have you seen Arthur yet?'
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon Sep 15, 2008 8:00 pm
Linnesse


Derfel
 
“I love you too. Ohhhh godssss…..”


"Mmmm," Linnesse tipped her head back and sighed in luxurious
pleasure and completion, continuing to rock her hips softly as
Derfel's movements slowed and he held her close, panting
against her neck. As she rolled her head upright again, her
movements slow and languid, his mouth captured her lower lip
and sucked momentarily; she smiled against it and adjusted her
angle, sliding her tongue into his mouth and taking her time
with another kiss.

"Well, love..." she broke the kiss and squirmed against him
appreciatively before leaning sideways, her arms still tightly
around him, and tipping them both over so that they lay
untidily on their sides on the bed, her legs still wrapped
around him and their bodies still joined.

"You certainly weren't clumsy in that," she teased, dropping
her voice at the end of that to a suggestive whisper as she
pushed back a stray, sweat-damp lock of his hair. Her face was
only inches from his, and she could pick out the outlines of
his features now even in the dark.

"I might think..." she leaned forward and kissed the tip of
his nose, "that you hadn't had any ale at all." A chuckle at
that; one of her hands slid down and took up position lightly
over his stomach, just resting there with no pressure.

"Feeling better?" she inquired solicitously.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Tue Sep 16, 2008 4:08 am
Amadeus


Oh wasn't it sweet!! Wasn't it all so happy families and
buddies in the playground indeed... Castus and Barbattus the
best of friends again. The Optio felt a bitter acid rise in
his throat but kept his expression relatively neutral while
they kissed and made up. When Arthur turned to face him,
Amadeus moved his grey eyes from Barbattus to look at his
Commander. He rose to his feet with great reluctance this time
- his earlier surge to his feet in fury had broken the scab
over the never-quite-healed wound on the back of his thigh and
it pained him greatly.

Arthur
 
“Gentlemen, I will ride out in the morning, Optio, you
will accompany me, 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,”


Amadeus wanted to grin! He wanted to give a hoot of victory at
being told he would accompany Arthur on this second mission.
It was a relief, in truth, that he would get to redeem himself
in front of Merlin, that Merlin would see Arthur bringing the
man who was meant to be in command with him and no sign of the
petulant whelp that was Barbattus. The Optio didn't mind, for
now, that Arthur would be in charge of the mission. It would
give him a chance to see the Roman Commander in action - in
full swing, and to see how it was that he handled Merlin. To
see if Rome would be displeased.

All this talk of supplies and sheltering inhabitants and such
like was all very noble. But it was nothing that Amadeus was
interested in. The lower classes would look after themselves -
they always did, didn't they?

Arthur
 
“Captain, ready four of your soldiers to ride out on my
order, You shall remain here to serve out your
punishment and I will leave Lancelot in command in my
absence, You may go, Captain. Take your rest, my
friend,”


Oh this got better and better!

Lancelot was not to go with the Commander and Optio and
Barbattus was not to be left in charge!! Oh Amadeus knew that
there was more to come here - he knew that Arthur was
dismissing the Captain so that he could chastise his Optio for
trespasses Rome would have approved of - and it was this
confidence that allowed Amadeus to sit and wait patiently for
this. He knew that Arthur's methods and light-handed approach
to insubordination would not be tolerated by Rome, he was
confident that he could, with barely any effort at all,
convince the powers that be in Rome that Castus was a
liability.

A meagre salute from Barbattus was met with an aloof
inclination of his head and Amadeus looked across at Arthur
expectantly. He wanted to sit again, to relieve the pain in
his leg, but he would not until Arthur told him to.

"Thank you for giving me another opportunity in this,
Commander." he said in the meantime, careful not to admit to
any mistakes in the previous mission because, as far as
Amadeus Scipio was concerned, he had not made any mistakes. He
was also careful not to say that he would indeed learn from
this second mission because he had no intention on becoming
anything like Arthur Castus.









Kolya

Not another one...

Kolya braced himself for the punch, unwilling to fight Gawain
like the way he had fought Galahad simply because he liked
Gawain. He couldn't really explain it - perhaps it was because
the fair-haired knight was willing to get into a punch up for
the sake of a fellow Sarmatians honour. Even if said other
Sarmatian wasn't worth it. In Kolya's eyes at least.

Alina
 
"You are not helping, Enough of this. I won't stand by
and watch this happen again. Don't expect me to run for
cover."


Cracking one eye open when Alina squirmed, Kolya's arms
dropped down to his side and he looked at the little woman
with her defiant, dark eyes and he gave a quirky grin, looking
over at Gawain as if to say 'see? I ain't doing anything to
keep her on my side'.

Gawain
 
“Are you crazy, Woman? You almost got yourself punched.
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. And you should try spending one hour not
making our lives hell, for a change. I‘m not even sure
it‘s possible.”


Kolya gave a snort of amusement when Gawain chastised Alina
for almost getting punched. He took one step back and looked
over his shoulder non-chalantly wondering if Gawain knew he
would have gotten an equally tough punch to his gut had he
accidentally hit Alina. And it wouldn't have been Kolya doing
the punching either. He had no doubt whatsoever that Alina
would strike back. He had the ache in his jaw to prove she was
capable. He lifted his hand to stroke his jaw in reminiscence
of that moment before looking back over to Gawain as he spoke
about Galahad and about public spectacles.

When the older Sarmatian was addressed he gestured to his
chest, eyes wide in innocence and his mouth hung open before
he scoffed.

"Hey -- I am just a bystander in this. I'm not keeping her
away from him, am I Alina?" he asked, looking at her squarely.
"This is all her decision. I am not forcing her either way.",
his blue eyes lifted to look at Gawain now, "I can't help it
if I have something she wants and he can't give her." the
Sarmatian intoned quietly, knowing he was stirring things but
rather unable to help himself.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Wed Sep 17, 2008 2:32 am
Milan


Mari
 
"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?"


Milan was beginning to understand something about language. It
was not all it was cracked up to be. He tried to form thoughts
on his tongue to project them more clearly, but so far little
good it had done him. Since discovering his voice such a short
time ago, he had successfully managed to insult, dissuade, and
utterly confuse the one person he had wanted to learn to speak
for, in order to hopefully better their communication. Well,
it clearly wasn't better, because even when he wasn't
completely obliterating his earnest meanings into mincemeat,
Milan found himself tripping over what should've been the
simplest of words to utter and coming off as entirely
incomprehensible and probably a fool, too.

He nodded at her words and sniffed quietly, his brow dipping
sadly as he momentarily dropped his gaze to their feet. If
Mari said she did not think of her attacker when she was with
him, then he believed her, but it did not make him feel any
better. Even if she was capable of throwing what happened to
her from mind, even for a short while, Milan involuntarily
picked up the slack for the both of them. Only what Mordred
had done to Mari was not all he could think about, for he had
been a victim to the dark knight as well. For an
overly-sensitive creature like Milan, such mortally offending
tragedies were ones he was not likely to forget anytime soon.

He lifted his face with hopeful blue eyes when she touched a
hand to his against her cheek. Milan felt like he was being
burned at the stake as he stared into her dark depths, seeing
the way they had become haunted. Oh, there was hope there as
well, somewhere deep down within those beautiful eyes of hers,
but there was fear, too. The young man held Mari's hands
securely between his large palms and kissed them tenderly. If
only he had been able to take her demons into himself, Milan
was certain the burden would've been just one more of many he
could carry; years of torment had made his shoulders strong
enough.

"Come...ss..sleep..." he managed quietly, tugging gently on
her hands as he took a step backward toward the bed.










Alina

Gawain
 
“Are you crazy, Woman? You almost got yourself punched.
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."


Alina had waited for the inevitable punch she'd receive for
coming between Kolya's face and Gawain's fist, without second
thought as to dodge nor cower. Men seemed to have an ungodly
urge to shed blood in order to exert their grievances, to make
themselves feel better about situations out of their control.
Gawain surely had his list of frustrations and lately all of
them seemed to pertain to Galahad's pain. Well, Alina was the
cause of Galahad's pain and so if Gawain felt the need to take
it out on someone on his friend's behalf, she would dare to be
that someone. The hit finally came, but not in the form of a
fist.

"And, you are the herald of perfect relationships. And,
Galahad is a chaste innocent," Alina retorted haphazardly with
a mocking smile.

She couldn't contain the spite in her tone while bile rose in
her throat like acid. The knight knew nothing about her, nor
of her relationship with Galahad, nor of the genuine love she
still carried for him. Never had someone spoken such heartless
words to her.

"You chastise me with your words, Gawain, and yet I do not see
how you have won the right," she added, trying to fight the
hurt that lurked by covering it up with fury. She intoned
quietly: "Tell me you are without sin and then condemn me."

Kolya
 
"Hey -- I am just a bystander in this. I'm not keeping
her away from him, am I Alina? This is all her decision.
I am not forcing her either way. I can't help it if I
have something she wants and he can't give her."


Alina gave a frustrated groan and shoved past the two men,
ignoring the throbbing in her ankle as she stormed away a few
steps. She turned back suddenly with a warning look meant for
both men, as if to threaten, 'don't even think about following
me.'

Then, her fiery brown gaze momentarily locked onto Gawain.

"If you're planning on returning to report to Galahad, tell
him that I will see him tomorrow. That is, unless you plan on
smuggling him out of Badon in a saddlebag tonight," she
commented wryly.

She understood Galahad would probably not want to see her, but
he would have to. Gods-be-damned if the woman would allow some
half-truth to come out of someone else's mouth like Gawain's
when she was not present to defend herself. Galahad didn't
have to say anything, but she had to speak to him. She had to
try.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Wed Sep 17, 2008 10:07 am

Arthur


Artorius Castus was weary….tired of dealing with failure and
disappointment and pain and loss. His side ached and his head
throbbed and his bare feet felt the cold that radiated up from
the tread worn stony floor beneath them. The hour was late and
the flames in the hearth had dimmed from negligence.

The Commander had found a moment of comfort in his Captain’s
parting words….Malcus was a good man, excellent soldier and
trusting friend. But it had not been enough to ward off
whatever ill tidings Arthur still felt deep down in his bones.
He could not seem to shake the feeling that everything had
changed around him, and not for the better. Arthur deeply
exhaled and reached up to pinch at the bridge of his nose when
Amadeus’s quiet voice broke the silence….

Amadeus
 
"Thank you for giving me another opportunity in this,
Commander."


Another opportunity? No. Arthur was only allowing Amadeus to
accompany him tomorrow out of a military courtesy. There would
be no further opportunities allowed in this very important
matter for an officer who had failed in the task that Arthur
had given him today. Scipio had proved that he did not possess
the skills required to treat with the native Britons and he
left Malcus and Tristan to fend for themselves when he should
have seen to it that all the men had managed to get away
safely. That point alone had the Commander angry. He expected
such acts of cowardice and selfishness from Mordred who openly
despised the Sarmatian knights and anyone else above (and
below) his rank, but Scipio should have known better. Arthur
set his jaw and very meticulously placed the tips of his
fingers on top of the table he stood beside. His right hand
showed the only hint of his true weakened condition as it
remained carefully covering his wound. Clear and intense
emerald eyes turned to fully focus on the other man present
before Arthur began to speak.

“Amadeus Elpidius Scipio…before I dismiss you sir, I am going
to make myself perfectly clear and I will only state it once.”
Oh yes, Arthur remembered this Optio’s full name and yes he
was fully aware of the other man’s rank and place. However,
Arthur had something to say and it was important. And God help
the other man should he forget it in the future.

“I realize that you are new to this post and that you do not
know me and that my ways are also unknown to you….but while
you are here, you will follow my example and do things my way.
I did not request your assignment here, therefore I owe you
nothing. However, you must earn my trust and my respect if you
are to survive here in the wilds of Britain.” Arthur stated
with an impassive expression despite a steely tone that could
sheer hard leather.

“I do not kill without cause. You will never again execute
helpless captives. They were no threat to you and therefore no
reason to end their lives…we become barbarians ourselves when
we begin to behave the same as them. Have I made myself clear?
You will follow my orders….and perhaps you will survive your
term here….and then you can return to your opulent villa…”
Arthur slightly tilted his head as he purposely mocked the
well dressed and neatly groomed Roman before him. “….wherever
that might be…and curse me to Hell then if you wish.” Arthur
then paused long enough to clear his throat and slightly
soften his expression.

“I will remind you that I, too, serve Rome…..and above all, I
serve our Holy Father. I will do my level best to keep you
alive as long as you do as I command. I have no care for what
you might have been previously told about me or my men before
your arrival here…but while you ARE here, you will follow my
directives. You WILL behave in a manner that pleases me. Is
that understood?” Arthur finished his rather pointed dressing
down of his so called Roman second in command and then let the
frustration of the failed mission fade away.

“Now unless you have anything further to add to the days’
events or what it is that I require of you on the morrow, you
may go to your rest. Good night, Optio Scipio,” Arthur
finished in quite the cordial tone after such a long and very
curt address to a subordinate. God’s teeth, he hoped it would
be the one and only time he would have to address Scipio in
such a manner. Arthur prayed the man would soon prove his
worth and show the Commander that he had the courage for his
post here at Camboglanna.
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Author: Darya
Date: Wed Sep 17, 2008 10:43 am
Neeve


Fiona did not react to her words so far…but Tristan did…

Tristan
 
"The other Woad, the one who escaped earlier. They say
she was helped by some girl, but no one knew who she
was. It could have been her,"


Neeve did not like the scout’s tone… Or the way he almost
glared at her for that matter. However, she knew him for too
long and too well to actually feel intimidated of be scared by
his behavior, but the healer also knew that it would be wise
to not make the Sarmatian’s mood even worse. Thus her blue
eyes just narrowed slightly at Tristan and her mind tried to
make sense out of the few information she had gotten.

So the escaped prisoner, that Titrus had reported about to
Arthur, had been a child? What else could be meant by'little
one', right? A child had managed to get out of the dungeons?
Well, if that got public it would certainly do no good to the
reputation of the Roman guards. But that was not so important
right now. Though what was important was the fact that the
girl had had help…

Only now did Neeve break eye-contact with Tristan, nodding
slightly to herself as she did so, and shifted her gaze
towards Fiona instead, almost following the line of the
scout’s outstretched arm as the scout was pointing at the
Woad. “Well…”, the healer finally said – almost drawled – and
put a hand on her hip while turning slightly towards Fiona,
“…is there anything you have to say about this?”

And choose your words wisely, the Briton added in thought,
very aware of the fact that in the current situation at the
Fort, one wrong word could indeed get the young Woad into the
dungeons right away…
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Wed Sep 17, 2008 11:11 am
Dagonet


Linnette
 
“Ahhh, I see, I’ll have to visit very often,
then…anything that helps your recovery. “I’ll come back
tomorrow then, shall I? Maybe I could read to you, It…it
was lent to me… and I’m told it’s funny. You might enjoy
it.””


Dagonet shared with her silent moment of conspiracy... a
silent moment of shy smiles between them two. Her visit made
his heart expirence reliefe and small happiness from the fact
she still considered him a father... That she still felt
connected with him. Maybe there was something in him that
Linnette wanted to connect with.

She loved Gedeon much and the connection between Dagonet and
her was not easly to break. At least the older knight wanted
to believe in this.

Saoirse was silent during whole conversation. He felt her
beside but was not looking at his lover as his concetration
was deeply over Linnette.

Dagonet looked at the book she had and smiled a little also...

"That would be nice, Linnette" he whispered.

The last taps on his hands made him once more look away. He
still felt awkward and a little sad, because his state and
all. He felt Saoirse on the other side running fingers on his
wrist.

"Thank you, Linnette" he whispered in Linnette's direction
without looking at her.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Wed Sep 17, 2008 11:15 am
Adian


He felt restless, and stirred in his sleep. Dreams assailed
him. It surprised him that his dreams were not of Thorn, but
of Ione. Dreams that had never left him...dreams of the past.
Of Ione, who had been his very first love. He opened his eyes,
and looked at the ceiling as he thought back to those golden
days filled with sweet memories of a first love. The sun
sweetened mornings and the walks they had taken over dew
drenched moors, the times they just talked about everything or
nothing at all, and how he had always hoped for the best for
her. Ione was, to him, incredibly lovely, and she deserved
someone who'd look after her and love her as she deserved.
Those were times he wished had never ended...that they'd
always be together and live in her house she stood to gain
when her parents were gone. Adian thought back to how he had
respected her, never "taking" her in those days, but reveling
in the touches and kisses. It was only after he found that her
parents had sold her to a Roman, that Adian adian realized
just how much he cared for Ione. He did not know which fort
the roman had taken her to, so he set out to search for her.

Adian's search had brought him here to Badon Hill, and it was
here that he had found Ione. His body tingled as he recalled
how they had consumated their love in the small room at the
back of her shop...the feel of her moving beneath him as he
filled her with his seed. They had both wanted this for so
long, and now that they were alone, it seemed the most
opportuned time to do so.

That morning he had met Thorn, and his love for Ione had been
slightly forgotten....

His love for Ione. Had he honestly loved Thorn then? Adian
frowned at the ceiling as if searching for answers. Or rather
had they forgotten that moment when he and Thorn stopped Ione
from seducing a rather drunk Javier? Turning his head toward
where Tatiana was sleeping, Adian shook his head in disbelief:
Was he becoming one of those men he had always dispised? the
ones who were never faithful to just one woman? Suddenly he
felt disgust for himself and what he had become. Promising
women the moon, and then moving on to another? Unable to
sleep, Adian propped himself up against the wall behind him,
and thought deeper. The last thing he wanted to do was become
a womanizer, as enemies were created that way.

His mind went back to Ione...the way her dark auburn hair had
shone in the sunlight like a rusty red Autumn leaf, her
laughter that caught on the breeze. How could he have pushed
such golden memories aside? Adian mentally kicked himself in
the head. He had spent all of that time looking for her, had
consumated their love, then they had gone off to love
others....

Why had he not had the courage then to tell her that he cared
for her? Adian thought it odd, that he had not given their
memories much thought until now....why, he did not know.
Perhaps it was because she was still close, here at the fort,
or was it because he had sworn to stay and make sure nothing
happened to her....and that she would not disappear again.

What kind of jerk had he become?

The thought made him want a drink. Preferably the whole keg.
Surely Ione must have wondered if he had taken advantage of
her in that one instant...

Ione, Fiona, Tatiana, Thorn? How many other women would he
lead on?
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Wed Sep 17, 2008 12:18 pm
Derfel


Linnesse
 
"Well, love...you certainly weren't clumsy in that, I
might think...that you hadn't had any ale at all."


Derfel snorted a laugh as he allowed his body to slowly fall
sideways on the bed with Linnesse. They remained joined and he
could not help a small groan of appreciation in the way her
body flexed around his still….gods, if only he wasn’t suddenly
so sleepy!

“Oh I had plenty….” He smiled as she so sweetly kissed the tip
of his nose.

Linnesse
 
"Feeling better?"


“Much,” Derfel said; indeed quite pleased with himself
considering how much his stomach had been actin’ up only a
short while ago. And then right on cue his stomach girgled and
grumbled.

“Er…so I thought,” He half laughed and pressed his face into
Linnesse’s neck.

“I’d best be still for the rest of the night, methinks,”
Derfel added a bit sheepishly and willing the contents of his
stomach to ‘stay there’. Making love to Linnesse had been the
most incredible sensation he’d felt in ages and he didn’t want
to tarnish the moment by throwing up his evening meal. Derfel
could feel Linnesse’s hand over his grumbling stomach and it
was a comfort. He swallowed rather roughly and then sighed.

“I thank the gods every moment for giving me you,” Derfel
murmured into the damp skin at Linnesse’s throat. He was
actually thinking of Linnette – of all people – and how she’d
lost ‘this’, lost Gedeon and what they had together. Derfel
was certain that he would shrivel up and die without Linnesse.
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Author: Kayla
Date: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:36 pm

Fiona


Tristan
 
"One of yours. Neeria,"


"Neeria?" Fiona's face was one of slight shock as she leaned
away from Tristan slightly, her eyes on his face even as he
started walking across the courtyard. Of course, the woad had
known that there were two woads captured, but she had only
known Eala by name, not Neeria. She hadn't realized just what
had been going on when she hadn't been looking and she turned
her head to look back at the dungeons, wondering if she should
go down there to see her fellow countrymen, to find out what
happened. She barely noticed that the knight was looking at
her again, but in a more hostile manner then before. She
caught his eye once more and frowned as he stepped forward a
few paces, closing almost the entire distance between them.

Tristan
 
"And you should be too...you helped the little one,"


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


Tristan
 
"The other Woad, the one who escaped earlier. They say
she was helped by some girl, but no one knew who she
was. It could have been her,"


Neeve
 
“Well…is there anything you have to say about this?”


Oh, Gods ... It was the first thought that came to mind when
Tristan advanced towards her once again, making her feel like
she was his prey, and he was some sort of hunter who wouldn't
back down. He had figured it out, knew that it was possible
that she could have helped Eala. Who else would have? She was
the only other woad in the fortress, and hadn't been given on
a choice on whether she was willing to help or not. Making Ash
angry would not have been wise and the girl was a few years
younger then Fiona; it wouldn't have been right to leave her
down there, no matter what she did. Even being in the fort,
she still felt a sense of loyalty to her people.

Surprisingly, Neeve stopped Tristan before he could do
anything and all Fiona could do was stand there, pretty much
helpless. What was she even going to say? Even if she lied,
there would still be the suspicion that she had helped and it
wouldn't help her case with anyone. Even so, if she told the
truth, there would be no telling what would happen then. She'd
betrayed the leniancy that Arthur had on her, by helping one
of her fellow woads to escape his dungeon. And with all her
might, she didn't want to find herself back in that place.

Neeve was waiting for an answer, so the woad quickly
swallowed, her eyes traveling back and forth to the healer and
the knight for a minute, glad that she was standing in his way
just in case he didn't like her answer, and opened her mouth
to speak. "No, there isn't. I didn't have anything to do with
it." She kept her chin high as she answered, not daring to
look towards the ground like she so desperately wanted to
whenever she lied. She was normally an open and honest person,
but this was not a situation where Fiona could afford to come
forward and tell everything, especially not knowing what would
happen if she did.
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Date: Thur Sep 18, 2008 7:11 am

Linnette


Dagonet
 
"That would be nice, Linnette. Thank you, Linnette."


"You're welcome...Father." Linnette added that last in a
smaller voice, eying Dagonet rather regretfully out of the
corner of her eyes. He wasn't looking at her; and as he had
broken the eye contact, so, automatically, had she, gazing
down once more at the little book she was carrying. The
book...he had said it would be nice. Well, she would come read
to him, come and read to him every chance she got, and maybe,
just maybe, there would be some healing power in humorous
words and maybe companionship, too. Dagonet...Dagonet was a
little like Gedeon. It wasn't much, but there was that much to
say about it. Looking at him was painful, but it was the kind
of bittersweet painful that made her want to come back for
more. Shyly, though...very shyly yet.

"I'll come back tomorrow," she blurted out suddenly, and
before she could stop herself, she was leaning down and
towards him with an awkward arm around his shoulders- an
embrace, if one could call it that, with her cheek near his.
For just an instant, she smelled him, sweat and masculinity
and, faintly, medicine, and then she was ducking away, her
eyes fixed on the floor except for one quick glance at Saoirse
that made her blush for embarrassment at what she had just
done. Maybe it shouldn't be embarrassing. Who knew. But her
cheeks felt unrelentingly hot, anyway.

"Good night, Saoirse," she murmured, dropping her eyes to the
infirmary's flagstoned floor again, the book held protectively
in front of her, arms crossed around it. Turning, she took a
couple of steps away from the bed- and that brought her into
the stolid, waiting shadow of Drake.

"Let's go," she murmured, raising her eyes to him; for an
instant, hazel met green and things seemed to stand still, the
blush gradually fading from her cheeks; and then she dropped
her gaze again and turned her steps towards the infirmary
door, heading, ultimately, for her bed and sleep.

It seemed like a long walk. Linnette was tired, more so than
she had been in the infirmary, and she yawned hugely several
times as she went on her way. Except when door-opening was
involved, Drake remained half a pace behind her, almost
always, which made it hard to have any kind of conversation
with him; she felt like she was always looking back at him,
half-turned and waiting for him to catch up, but it was
deliberate on his part. And she wasn't sure what to talk
about, anyway. The happenings in the infirmary seemed like an
obvious topic for conversation, but Linnette found that she
didn't really want to discuss Dagonet and didn't care what had
happened to Galahad, so that left little else. Little else but
silence, that was- and that was how they walked, all the way
back to her door. Well, to their doors, really, now that they
stood right next to each other at the faintly torchlit end of
the corridor.

"Well..." Linnette put her hand on the door handle of the
quarters she now shared with Linnesse and Derfel, her other
arm tucked firmly around the book in front of her. She had
been looking down at the door handle, but now she raised her
eyes to Drake again, and once more, just as had happened in
the infirmary, something seemed to shift a little as their
gazes locked- something subtle, but something of great,
indescribable importance. Linnette blinked, almost as if
adjusting her vision, and looked again- his eyes were very,
very green. How come she had never noticed that before.

"Good night," she whispered, the words coming out as barely
audible, and even though she pressed the handle of the door as
if she was going to open it, neither her feet nor her eyes
moved an inch.










Tristan

Neeve
 
“Well…is there anything you have to say about this?”


Fiona
 
"No, there isn't. I didn't have anything to do with it."


"You lie." Tristan shook his head in disgust, eying Fiona with
a contemptuous sneer. She lied, and she was bad at it, too.
Who else could it possibly have been? What other girl in the
fort would have wanted to rescue a wild Woad? He took another
step forward, his free hand tensing as if for a blow...but
then the hawk wobbled and squawked on his shoulder at the
sudden movement, trying to extend her damaged wing, and the
scout let out a defeated sigh, looking down and away from the
girl. This was all pointless. The escaped Woad had been a
child- and this one was a child, too. What kind of man was
Merlin, who sent girls too young to be bedded to fight his
battles for him? And why did Arthur allow these creatures in
the fort, even as prisoners? They served no purpose- they were
nothing but extra mouths to feed, and as Fiona had
demonstrated, each other's allies. It was senseless.

"Arthur will know about this," he muttered, turning away from
Fiona, his clenched hand now hanging limp and impotent at his
side. It sounded lame, like an empty threat, and perhaps it
was. Perhaps Arthur, in his nobility, would do nothing. But
maybe he would see the wisdom in turning all the various enemy
stragglers- Neeria, Fiona, and any more he might be hiding-
out of the fort. Tristan could only hope.

"I'm going to bed," he added in a sullen tone, addressing that
comment to Neeve and starting to trudge away across the
courtyard, in the direction of the knights' quarters. Not to
sleep immediately, he thought- he wasn't particularly tired,
despite the long day- but just to sit down and be alone and
away from stray Woad women running around, clawing at him, and
screaming. Alone, with just the hawk and his memories for
company- the way Tristan vastly preferred things. The rest of
life was just too complicated.
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Author: Darya
Date: Thu Sep 18, 2008 8:42 am
Neeve


Fiona
 
"No, there isn't. I didn't have anything to do with it."


Tristan
 
"You lie. Arthur will know about this.  I'm going to bed,"


Neeve puffed out a breath. The situation was not getting any
better but Tristan’s mood worse it seemed…and the healer was
too tired after a long day to put all the energy she had left
into finding a solution to this. If that was possible at all…

Granting them all a moment of silence, the Briton then watched
Tristan walk off, pursing her lips pensively as she did so.
Then her blue gaze was back on Fiona and Neeve pondered what
to do. She was a bit lost since she was sure she was still
lacking information about that security breach. But then…it
was not exactly her business anyway, was it? The raven-haired
woman crossed her arms in front of her chest and just regarded
Fiona for what seemed to be an age…

“I hope you are indeed not involved in this…mess…”, the healer
then said calmly, “…for your own sake.” She paused for a
moment. “However, if you intend to go down into the dungeons
to see…Neeria…try to not do anything stupid. I assume your
identity as a Woad is still a secret…and in the current
situation I’d recommend you make sure it stays this way.”
Neeve glanced into the direction Tristan was disappearing
into. “I don’t think he’ll report you…not right away at
least”, with that she once more looked at the Woad in front of
her, “…but do yourself a favour and stay low for now…”

Well, what else could she say? Nothing it seemed. A corner of
Neeve’s mouth twitched slightly and she gave Fiona a nod,
before turning a bit, ready to take her leave as well. She was
tired and had yet to see Darya…and she would have to be up
early the next morning to have a word with Arthur. Yet the
healer waited for another moment to give Fiona the chance to
say something…if the Woad wanted to…
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