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| golden_trillium | May 9 2010, 03:19 PM Post #151 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 2:31 pm Linnette
"Well..." that was the sticky point, and Linnette's excited posture deflated, momentarily; she bit at the corner of her lip in thought. How would Dagonet react to such a request? Would he think a portrait was as wonderful an idea as Linnette did, or would the sitting only pain him, or would he think it was presumptuous of her to even propose such a thing? "I don't know," she finally concluded with a shrug, eying Mari sheepishly. She really hadn't thought that through at all- the idea had just come upon her so suddenly. But she supposed she could only ask- and in her present frame of mind, she was willing to do just about anything to ensure that this portrait got made. "But it can't do any harm to ask," she pushed on briskly, sniffing again and wiping at an eye with her sleeve, then bending with sudden industry to pick up Mari's scraps of paper that had fallen to the ground. Doodles, sketches- they seemed like precious things to her now. "The parchment is no problem, though...we'll get it from my office. I keep the books for the tavern..." she stood up, distractedly blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes as she tried to arrange the papers in a semblence of order, mud and all. "I'm Linnette, by the way. Sorry for not introducing myself." Linnette hurriedly and a bit awkwardly extended the sheaf of papers with one hand, and her own other hand to shake at the same time. That had been rude of her- she had descended on the poor girl with a commission that was very nearly a demand before she had even mentioned her name! |
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| golden_trillium | May 9 2010, 03:21 PM Post #152 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 2:47 pm Malcus Barbattus and Titrus Malcus was within inches of Mirtha's face. The man stank to high heaven of stale ale. The blood was rushing so quickly through the captain's veins that he could hear his own heartbeat ringing in his ears. The nerve, the gaul of this insolent fool! Malcus had paid his dues to gain his rank and he'd be damned if he'd be disrespected by a fucking stablemaster! The smirk on Mirtha's face irritated Barbattus even more as the two stood toe to toe in a sort of "chicken" contest. Just when Malcus was about to say something, the stablemaster raised a crooked finger and jabbed it in Malcus' chest.
Malcus lost his vision. Everything turned hazy red. His ears clogged up and his fingers started tingling. The captain's eyes bulged and his mouth started moving but no sound came out. Titrus looked at Quintus and said "SHIT!" and rushed forward, but it was far too late. Malcus, before he could stop himself, balled up his right fist and connected it to Mirtha's nose in perfect execution. Barbattus' nostrils flared as he threw another punch, this time with a left hook, hitting Mirtha square on the jaw. Then the captain, now bouncing on his heels with his fists clenched, yelled out at the stablemaster. "More like, no sir......FUCK YOU!" "Captain! Maybe he's had enough," Titrus pleaded. |
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| golden_trillium | May 9 2010, 03:22 PM Post #153 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 2:47 pm Dagonet Sarmatian didn't know what would he do without his lover right now. Without her he would probably never ever even treid to heal this wounds and be strong once more. He knew that if he would be here alone... without his loved one he would gave up. Knowing that Saorsie was somewhere away, maybe in danger with their child would break him even more. Having her beside lessened some of the pain. Not all of it... just some of it.
Dagonet looked from the bungle of food to Saoirse's face. He nodded silently, his light smile slowly fading away as he thought about what might be going on outside. Was Vanora and her childer alright? Was Bors's leg improving? What was going on with Arthur? He was also wounded. What about the Woads? The lack of information and the fact that he was not even in shape to do anything, to sparing or to just walk around was killing him. Saoirse leaned over and touched his arm with her cold nose and Dagonet looked at her seriously... She gave him a smile and pushed herself a little away from him.
Dagonet instincitively followed her hand with his eyes and frowned at her words. Stench? Granted he was not having a bath in few days... But to stink already? "I don't smell anything wrong...." he told her seriously. "Are you saying I stink?" he asked with a deep frown. |
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| golden_trillium | May 9 2010, 03:23 PM Post #154 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 2:48 pm Mari
Mari would not admit to feeling rather unsettled over broking the idea to a father that he might model for a drawing of his son, but she watched in childish admiration as Linnette drew herself together and declared, in a rather monumental statement and motto for life, that one could do no harm by asking. She gave the auburn-haired woman a bright smile, nodding her own head enthusiastically, going over that statement again and again and resolving that no, it could do no harm to ask. If Gedeon's father did not wish it, well then, Mari would just have to surreptitiously be wherever this man was and draw out of his sight. It was dishonest but there was no way that Mari could disappoint Linnette. She did not immediately latch onto people as friends, but this woman had come to her and she needed this - she needed it and Mari knew that should it be her in that position that she would want a drawing of Milan. In fact, squaring her shoulders and wiping away the tears from her cheeks, Mari made a firm resolution that she would do just that when she had finished drawing Gedeon. She would draw a picture of Milan. when Linnette stooped to gather the little drawings, Mari hunkered too, giving a small breath of nervous laughter that the woman thought the drawings worth saving at all. She stood and brushed the back of herwrist against the side of her head, pushing her hair into place as she smiled distractedly at Linnette's introduction. Readily, the young woman reached out for her hand and shook it firmly, taking the papers with her other hand, the one bandaged from being damaged during the woad attack. "It's really lovely to meet you Linnette. I'm Mari. My father is Kolya... I think you've met him.." She added a bit nervously, smiling with a hope that Linnette would not be irked that the person she had chosen for this sensitive task was related to the oaf who had insulted her in the tavern. She twitched the hood of her cloak up and reached back for the small bit of pencil and charcoal that she had been using for her drawings, tucking them into a pouch that hung at her slender waist. "You keep the books?" the girl then added with a note of awe in her voice. Her dark eyes immediately dropped down to shuffle thruogh the papers that she had and her thumb brushed across the one page she had been scribbling on the back of, the front of it etched with various numbers and letters she did not understand. "It's amazing I think... reading." the girl said wistfully. |
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| golden_trillium | May 9 2010, 03:24 PM Post #155 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 2:58 pm Mirtha Mirtha hadn't any chance to react, but was almost certain that it will come to this. HE just could not hold his tongue! As always. A first hit cracked his nose... and he felt blood burst out of it. He gave a groan at it and stumbled back. Before he could do anything more another hit came... in the jaw. This made him hit the stall wall behind him.
The hits were coming his way quickly, but made Mirtha only angry. Enough?? He will beat this fucking bastard to a pulp! He waited for the right moment and dodged one of the blows and hit the man with his own fist making Malcus head snap to the right. An angry sceam escaped him and he grasped captain in his waist and pushed forward... towards another stall wall. The fight continued... |
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| golden_trillium | May 9 2010, 03:27 PM Post #156 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 3:05 pm Karl Karl was busy with Brutus, still trying to get the saddle straight when he heard the commotion behind him. He walked Brutus around so that he could see what was going on. It appeared that the captain was ripping a new one for the stablemaster. Karl smirked at the lesson that was getting ready to be taught and learned. The Roman soldier reached inside his side pack and pulled out a handful of nuts, chucking them into his mouth one by one, smacking and chewing loudly.
Karl stopped chewing. Even at his worse, Karl had never gone that far with Barbattus. Before anyone could even blink, Malcus pummeled the man with two quick punches at the speed of light. Karl slapped his knee and bent over, cracking up with laughter. The blond damn near choked on the nuts in his mouth. Karl's face turned sober as Titrus intervened. Leave it to Titrus be a little girl and stop the fight. It figured. "Leave 'im be!" Karl yelled. "Go on and let 'em dance some more!" he said happily as he threw more nuts into his mouth. |
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| golden_trillium | May 9 2010, 03:29 PM Post #157 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 3:10 pm Ione Ione dreaded the nun's return, but it was for the best. She had to let her little son rest in peace...to be with the angels. Ione had to let Titrus go as well, so he could serve the brave Commander. Oh she was proud of him! As he stood looking down at her,Ione returned his gaze taking in all of his features so that they were etched into her memory. If his return was tomorrow, or a week, she'd miss him. Ione did think of all of the work she had to get done, and thought it a perfect diversion while she was waiting...and recovering. Plus, it would do her a world of good to look in on his daughters while he was gone. Her reverie was broken as he smiled at her..that dashing, wonderful smile...
.....The sadness that had been broken by such a nice surprise began to seep back into her heart, as well as the fear Titrus would not return. Ione spoke softly knowing their time together was coming to a close, "I will take good care of them, my dear friend..." The young weaver would not let the visit end in tears, though deep down they threatened. Her mother, who was of the old ways, had told her once of a legend concerning a young man and a young woman who had fallen in love, but before they could begin their lives, his was cut short. Her mother always finished the story with 'and now, when the moon is full on the moors, the two still meet..'. Ione did believe in ghosts, and she wondered if Titrus would come back to her if he met with a fate on this mission. Her mother had always made ghostly legends into great romances. Ione didi not even want to think of a worse case scenario...like a gentle man such as Titrus being cut down while the bad and evil got away. She wanted him to come back, even if he was wounded, as he had so much to live for: his girls needed him. "I will be sure to get plenty of rest, and take care of myself," Ione replied softly. " I will try to let go...and live my life..." and I will be true to you until you return...and long after. You are the dearest friend I could have ever wished for... The Lieutenant's voice seemed to reassure her that he'd look after himself as well, but one could never tell, though positive thinking helped. The walks and talks, the laughter and stories shared over a warm spiced wine... ...the warm thought broke as she saw him bend down...his face so close to hers...the gentle hand that brushed back her hair. In that space, the world seemed to stop as his lips met hers ever so gently. She had not been treated this much like a lady since her romance with Javier. Ione enjoyed being treated with respect and like a lady....and she enjoyed the subtly sweet innocent chaste romance between she and Titrus. No wonder Deeta had loved him! Ione had always considered Deeta to be very lucky indeed to have such a man in her life. As the kiss broke, Titrus arose to his full height.
"I will if you will..." Ione offered a warm smile. She was ready to add more, but Sister Margaret entered the room ready to take Ian to his final resting place. Ione shuddered inwardly, but knowing that the tiny baby was going to be with angels and whatever gods their were made her feel better...slightly. The good thought was that the child would not be growing in such a violent and evil world filled with war and unrest....on the other hand there was the beauty of an autumn morning with the brown, rust and gold leaves shining in the chill of a sunlit day...or the soft breezes on a summer night. Surely, there were lovely things to look at where Ian was going. Ione had often heard it said that Heaven was a lovely place full of sweet music. Sister Margaret stopped while the Lieutenant spoke to her...
"I will, sir," The nun bowed slightly to Titrus as he turned, and winked at Ione, then left through the open door. Ione's heart went with him. He had not been gone long, and already, Ione missed him terribly. Her dark eyes lingered on the door even as the nun approached the bed, and looked down at the small bundle Ione had already wrapped almost like a shroud. Sister Margaret bent slowly and tenderly picked up the cold stiff bundle, "It is time for Ian to go to his resting place." Ione's eyes fought to stay open, but her body was so weary and filled with fears and sorrows as well as thoughts of Titrus who was her happy thought....and the prospect of looking after his girls for him. It was a true honor to be asked such a task. "Sister?" Ione stretched slightly. "Yes, my child? " Sister Margaret looked down at the young woman who's eyes were very heavy with sleep. She had thought to give Ione something to sleep, but the woman was so filled with exhaustion that she'd no doubt fall asleep on her own. "Let me know...where you have laid him so that I can visit his graveside when I want to...lay flowers there?" Ione yawned, and her eyes began to close. "I will, Ione. Now sleep and be at peace with your soul. Do not let this trouble you for he is going to a better place, and he'll be happy," the nun replied as she moved toward the door, and opened it stepping out, and closing the door behind her.... As Ione's eyes closed, that was the last scene she saw before sleep took her. Somewhere in her dreams, she was with her friend riding over the moors in the bright sunlight.... |
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| golden_trillium | May 9 2010, 03:31 PM Post #158 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 3:47 pm Malcus Barbattus Titrus' voice distracted Malcus. Malcus thought it was perhaps someone coming to Mirtha's aid, or worse yet, a higher officer. It was in the split second, the stablemaster launched a lucky counter punch that stunned Malcus right in his spot, snapping his head to the right. "You bastard!" Malcus screamed. Blood flowed freely out of Mirtha's nose but just then he made an animalistic sound and charged the captain, circling him about the waist and spearing him into the stable wall. Malcus' mouth foamed with anger as sweat popped out on his brow. The captain laced his fingers together, raising both fists over his head. Barbattus slammed his fists down onto Mirtha's back...once....twice...thrice...before he felt the man let up. Malcus took his hands and with all his might pushed Mirtha off of him, circling around behind him and kicking the stablemaster right in the ass with the full power of his Roman boots. "LOCK HIM UP! TITRUS, KARL, QUINTUS! DO IT NOW!!" the captain screamed. Barbattus raised a hand to the side of his face and moved his jaw from side to side. No blood, no damage. "He'll stay there until he cools down. I'll go get him after you leave and if he STILL won't tell me his name, I'll kick his ass again. If he does, I may buy him some wine," Malcus said, moving his jaw again. "NOW,MOVE!" Neeria
The sting of the healer's words searing through Neeria like a hot dagger. It was as though someone had punched her viciously in the chest and knocked all the air out of her. "Be careful speaking about things you know nothing about. Mikel was all I had in this world. How dare you speak ill of him. You will not do it again," Neeria growled through clenched teeth. Her dark eyes bore into the woman standing in front of her. "I blame myself for nothing. Nothing more than trying to purge the filth that tries to take over my....our....land."
Neeria threw her head back and cackled so loudly that her small body shook. "You're threatening me, woman?" the woad laughed again. Then she became very serious. "I can see it in your eyes, in your voice, even in the way that you stand. You are a native - a prisoner of this war just like me. Even if you could leave this place, where would go? Brittain is in your blood - she will never leave you. Not everything is always as it seems," Neeria paused in reflection. "I will admit that it is true that Arthur spared my life and it is possible that I misjudged him." Neeria couldn't believe the words that had just come out her mouth. But the woad had not been able to shake the image of Arthur from her memory. He had not been what she'd expected. He was not the monster she'd believed he was and needed him to be. She was his enemy and tried to kill him, yet he spared her life. That had deeply puzzled Neeria and now that Neeve had mentioned it again, the same feelings came rushing back. "This Arthur is not the monster I thought he was," she said softly, suddenly feeling dimuniative. "It was not he who cut off my husband's arm and stole things from his body as he lay bleeding to death on the ground. It was not Arthur, no. I will never forget that man's face." |
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| golden_trillium | May 9 2010, 03:32 PM Post #159 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 4:29 pm Mirtha
Mirtha thought that his punch would make more damage to the man, but it didn't. And the desperate attack on Malcus ended up in a very bad position for the stablemaster. He did not thought that this Roman would be such skilled in fight without a weapon. It was matter of seconds that made Mirtha realise he made a mistake of attacking the man in this way. He felt heavy strikes upon his back. He tried to hold the man still, but after a fourth hit he felt his strenghts fading away... he lost the grasp and Malcus was already behind him kicking him on the ass! Mirtha fell forward upon the wall... Still was upon his feet but felt dazed and beaten. Blood was freely soaking from his broken nose. Mirtha closed his eyes and grunted while holding to the wall. His hand went to hold the nose while captain screamed behind him.
Mirtha slowly turned his head to look upon Malcus with angry flash upon his face. But had not moved an inch. This was definately not his day! First Ione and now this. Why couldn't he just forgett his temper and answer the Roman? Fucking day! |
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| golden_trillium | May 9 2010, 03:37 PM Post #160 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 6:24 pm Linnette
“Yes- a couple of times.” Linnette carefully kept her voice neutral on that acknowledgement, not wishing to disparage Kolya to Mari’s face, though truthfully, she had little good to say or think about the man. And she had seen the trouble that Kolya had added to the whole situation when Mari had been brought into the infirmary after the attack…silently, Linnette felt sorry for Mari, having a father like that, and also a bit bewildered that such a rude, rough man could have produced such a sweet, kind, likeable daughter. Mari must favor her mother- whoever she was or had been. But what would an older version of Mari see in Kolya? Nothing that Linnette could think of.
“Really?” Linnette asked, her eyes dropping with genuine curiosity to the scrap of paper Mari was fingering wistfully- it had letters on it, she saw, though not writing, exactly. The isolated letters and scraps of words appeared to have been copied off of something, randomly, with no knowledge of their meaning. It was a little bit sad- Linnette could not even remember a time when letters on the page had meant nothing to her. They had always been words, sentences, knowledge. “My father taught my sister and I when we were children- we had no brothers, so he wanted us to know everything needed to run our family’s Villa. This way,” Linnette gestured Mari back in the direction of the tavern, tossing a wary glance at the group near the stable entrance as a sudden shout broke out. Someone appeared to be getting a serious chewing out by a superior officer- and Linnette knew it was best to just give situations like that a very, very wide berth. She placed a hand lightly on Mari’s elbow, just enough to guide the girl along with her, as she turned her steps into a wide arc around the group of men before the stables. There were more shouts- bodies clashed together, punches were thrown- and Linnette quickened her steps, her body tensing and her lips pressed into a disapproving line. “Why do men always fight?” she muttered rhetorically under her breath. Quintus and Tristan
"Aye, Sir," answered Quintus in response to the order; he had already left his horse's side and now moved steadily but cautiously towards the Stablemaster, giving the fuming Captain a wide berth, though without seeming to avoid him, exactly. That would have only made him more mad. When the Centurion reached the Stablemaster's side, he fished into his belt pouch for a cloth, which he handed to Mirtha to absorb some of the blood from his nose. "C'mon now...best come quietly. When the Captain's blood is up, it's up," Quintus murmurred as he placed a hand on the back of Mirtha's shoulder, his tone both soothing and cautionary at once. He had had plenty of experience breaking up brawls, both as the first on the scene and as the one assisting with the aftermath, though this one was quite unusual as it involved a very senior officer. And come to remember, there had been that big fight yesterday, too- what was making the men so combative these days? Sometimes Quintus swore the moon did something to men, or the weather. Sometimes they just seemed to want to beat each other to a pulp at the slightest provocation. But...Captain Barbattus? It seemed he maybe held more of a grudge about what had happened between him and the Optio than anyone had really realized, if these were the effects. "C'mon, man..." Quintus attempted to guide Mirtha a couple more steps away. A short distance away, the Sarmatian scout, Tristan, seemed to be almost on the verge of laughing- which for him, was to say that he was noticeably smiling, and not in a nice way. Quintus favored him with a belligerent glare. Tristan wasn't one of his men, but the Centurion had enough problems already, and damned if he was going to allow more of them to develop. To his relief, Tristan merely rolled his eyes turned himself and his devilish smirk a little bit away, gazing in the other direction- towards that same exotic blonde that had so caught Quintus's attention, earlier. Well, better that he should be looking at her than making some kind of trouble. Where the hell was the Commander? If they didn't get themselves out of this courtyard very soon they'd all be brawling. It was a wonder Karl hadn't joined in- his egging them on was bad enough. |
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| golden_trillium | May 9 2010, 03:38 PM Post #161 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 7:24 pm Titrus, Malcus Barbattus, and Karl Titrus hurried over to Malcus while Quintus attended to Mirtha. "Are you alright, captain?" Titrus asked, keeping his distance. "I'm fine," Malcus snapped. Titrus nodded and went over to Quintus who was rationalizing with the dazed stablemaster.
"Yes, come on," Titrus said, grabbing the man's other arm, helping to walk him out of the stable area. "Why didn't you just tell him your name, Mirtha, you fool!" Titrus hissed. "And you could have avoided getting locked up. You'd better hope he doesn't forget you're down there!" Titrus looked around, noticing Karl was taking his own sweet time coming over them, incorrigible bastard that he was. The lieutenant also noticed that there were quite a few more people gathered. News of a fight - any fight - usually spread like fire. "Got your hide tanned pretty good now didn'tcha?" Karl laughed as he joined the others. "Ya shoulda just tole the man yer name!" and the Roman began to cackle. The four men made their way across the compound to the dungeons. The smell hit Titrus' nostrils before they even got to the gates. "Well Mirtha, you're home for the next couple of hours," Titrus said. "Next time, you'll mind your manners," Karl added nastily and smiled. Malcus watched as the three Romans walked off with the stablemaster. Malcus would smile if his jaw didn't hurt so damn much. That lucky bastard got a good punch in, although the captain would never let anyone know that. Barbattus scanned the crowd that had gathered. This was not good. Arthur and Amadeus would be arriving at any moment. "Move on people, it's over...it's over. Go home," he said warily. Malcus looked past the crowd and saw the blond still sitting there at the table, vision of beauty that she was. He was grateful for that. She'd stuck around. All he wanted now was a drink and a fuck. In that order. |
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| golden_trillium | May 9 2010, 03:42 PM Post #162 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 8:45 pm Brendyn He observed how Darya was watching others about her, so for a moment, Brendyn decided to look about himself as well at the surroundings. A few of the men had been destracted by a blonde woman sitting outside the tavern, and it did not take Brendyn long to figure out what she was seeing as the men were rather enraptured by her. She was pretty enough, but not enough to make him whistle or give her a second look. His glance moved to others who had gathered in the area, then his eyes came back to rest on the ever watchful hawk sitting on Darya's arm. He had half expected for her to laugh at his ideals...but she hadn't.
Her voice seemed to drift off to a world he could not follow into. Brendyn had heard of Sarmatian from a fellow soldier named Gedeon who had spoken proudly of it, or at least he recalled the conversation as such. Brittany, where Brendyn had come from, was coastal and the skies were always filled with sea birds that swooped down to catch fish, and play amongst the waves that hit the shore. Darya's reassurance that the hawk would fly made him smile. It was the bird's gift from the god that created it: to be able to soar above the clouds and survey it's kingdom from high up in the heavens. The soldier's thoughts were broken again as Darya spoke...
"I...have sort of. They gave us a great welcome to your fort," he said with a hint of sarcasm. He was not about to bring up old news about the infirmary incident, and those consequences. He looked down for a moment, then back at Darya, "I did find the gate one of the woad prisoners escaped through..." He said low so that only she could hear. A lot of what he did on duty he was not sure if he should tell others for security reasons, but somehow he trusted this woman to keep it to herself. He was about to say more to her when he saw Titrus leaving the stables toward the infirmary. Was he sick? He raised his eye brow in a question, but then something else more interesting caught his attention. Shouting. Shouting between the Stable master and the Captain. Lord heavens above! This was not a good thing! and Brendyn began to get an odd feeling in his stomach that this was not going to turn out pretty. He had already seen the Captain's temper, but not like this. Brendyn knew that he should somehow stop the fight, but things suddenly happened so fast. Very fast as a matter of fact. All over the stable master's name appearently....
Brendyn tied Tyranus's reins to a nearby post, and took a step forward aas the man lay a rough hand on Malcus. The force at which the Stable Master placed his hand on Malcus's shoulder was clearly visible from where he was standing. The jolt surely would have sent any normal man sprawling. The young soldier looked back at the lovely Sarmatian. Such lovely eyes should not be witnessing this.... Brendyn turned and took a few more steps forward ready to move if anything happened that would endanger Malcus. About that moment, Titrus had returned from the infirmary and went over to where Quintus stood. His eyebrow raised and thought that surely this could not be happening. Why was it so hard to just give his name to the Captain instead of fighting about it? Tyranus jerked his black head a bit as the shouting got louder. Such insolence on behalf of the Stable master could warrant a punishment. Such disrespect at Aesica would have included a good lashing and wages cut. Brendyn stopped just inside the stables now, and could clearly see that Malcus's blood pressure had risen enough to the point that if the Captain had had a pitch fork in his hand, he'd have scared Brendyn to death !
Brendyn moved closer as the irrate man shoved a finger into Malcus's chest, then he stopped. Fuck you? now that is a funny name...just be a good boy and tell the man your name and no one gets hurt.... Behind him a few feet away, he heard Tyranus snort nervously, but remained calm not bolting. The Arab mix was good like that, but all animals sense danger at some point, and obviously the shouting and the anger were scaring some of the horses. Thankfully, Darya was close to Tyranus. The horse seemed to trust her. Brendyn fixed his eyes intently on the fight, both the stable master and Malcus face to face. The reaction to the man's finger jabbing and insolent reply brought a look to Malcus's face that made Brendyn wish he was fit for exorcism, or had joined a priesthood! He was the most beautiful shade of burgendy Brendyn had ever seen on a human. This scene though was anything but humorous. Brendyn shot a glance to Tristan, then Quintus, Titrus and Bors hoping that he'd have some help if fists began to fly. His prayer was answered when the usually calm Lieutenant said plainly while rushing foreward....
They were both too late as Malcus's fist connected with the other man's nose then left another shot fly to the man's jaw. Brendyn hoped that Titrus would not get hit nor Malcus who was hopping mad on the balls of his feet like a prize boxer. The left to the jaw sent to stable master falling against one of the stalls. There was blood everywhere on the Stable master's face, and to Brendyn, it served the man right. It would have been so simple just to say his name....
What did this Karl fellow see so humorous about this? Brendyn chose to ignore the deranged soldier as he turned his attention back to the fight. The punch Brendyn had feared came much quicker than he had given the other man credit for, and Brendyn took a few more cautious steps foreward so that now he could see that both men were equally injured. The stable master left Malcus have it sending the man's head snapping back, then grabbed at the Captain's tunic and pushed him back into another stall wall. Brendyn knew some basic first aid, and would be willing to do what he could if the Captain would allow it. He was not a healer, but it helped to know just a bit of medical incase they were far from help. He could only ask.
Brendyn rushed forward as Malcus began to hammer his opponent's back with his hands laced together for extra power. He stopped short of the two when the other man let up finally, and Malcus was able to push him away, circled the man and then kicked the man in the kiester with full force!
Intently, Brendyn watched as the Captain tested his jaw for any break, while Karl, Quintus and Titrus moved in to follow the captain's orders.
Brendyn frowned at Malcus's answer. No the man was not fine. but he learned never to second guess what any officer said. The young soldier's eyes watched as Titrus joined Quintus in placing the man under arrest.
Brendyn's eyes watched the men lead off the prisoner, then turned his eyes back to the still fuming Captain. He shuddered deep down to think what Malcus could do to the insolent man if he did not tell Malcus his name. He felt useless thinking that he should have done something to stop Malcus from sustaining injuries....and he remembered Malcus's first rule to him: don't speak unless spoken to. But there was a good gash on the Captain's head probably from being knocked into a stable wall. So he stood a safe distance from Malcus just in case the Captain needed to tear into him for not doing something to stop the fight. Antonius would have called it cowardice not to try to prevent a fight, but so far, everything that Antonius had taught him did not work here at Badon Hill. |
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| golden_trillium | May 9 2010, 03:45 PM Post #163 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Sun Oct 19, 2008 12:52 am Mirtha No, this was not one of these days when he could just work his ass off, then eat something and drink to the limits. He just had to bring some more problems on him. He had to get his nose smashed again. Without thinking what will become of this. He should control himself. Quintus came to him as the other soldier moved over to Malcus and asked him if he was fine. Mirtha eyed captain for a moment before looking at the man beside him, offering him a cloth. Stablemaster took it wiped his face from blood, and lifted his head to stop the bleeding.
Mirtha only nodded his head without any word, felt a hand upon his shoulder... and he knew that gesture. He had been arrested for couple times before for similar thing as in this case. He was not going to make any more problems about this. He will come quietly...
Another soldier came to his other side and grasped his arm. Mirtha glared upon Malcus and spat on the ground blood that gathered in his mouth. Without any more words he allowed to be guaided towards the entrence of stables, not noticing Tristan's smirk, fortunately.
Yes Mirtha was a fool. He knew this. But he could not help it. And didn't care about it. He didn't mean anything wrong by telling Malcus that he didn't care about who he was, and he didn't mean anything wrong for being harsh and disrespectful... he just was this. Disrespectful, harsh and foolish bastard.
Mirtha looked upon another soldier by his side, who was smiling and then laughing at him. Mirtha gave him a sarcastic and wry smirk. "That would ruin your fun...I gather" he answered and grunted opening wide and closing his mouth. The jaw was hurting him... and the bleeding from his nose didn't stop just yet. They walked out of the stables and directed Mirtha towards the dungeons. He just walked in there without making a fuss, but in fact only now a thought of results came to his mind. What if he could lost his position of a stable master after that? What if he was gonna to be punished further? What if he would have to find another place to ride out? Damn!! Why you didn't think before Mirtha??! - he chided himself in his mind. Dungeons were smelly, dark and cold. As they went trought it Mirtha winced irritated by himself at this point. How much more stupid will he get?
Mirtha didn't look at them now, but gave them a growl of irritation. Couldn't they just shut up and leave him be? He entered the small cell and walked directly to the opposite wall, leaned his back upon it and slid down to sit on the could floor. He needed a drink. He leaned back of his head against the wall and sighed to himself. "Just fucking great..." murmured to himself closing his eyes, not having any ideas of what else he could do right now. |
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| golden_trillium | May 9 2010, 03:46 PM Post #164 |
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Author: Darya Date: Sun Oct 19, 2008 2:40 am Darya Darya kept glancing sideways at Brendyn once she had addressed the matter of the Woads…searching his face and especially his eyes for a reaction. She wasn’t sure how experienced the soldier was…thus this new mission could be a big thing for him. After all it was only a small group from Badon Hill meeting with a large amount of Woads…
The dark Sarmatian nodded pensively at Brendyn’s reply. Of course the last attack and the men’s return was still very present in her memory as well. Though the news of the escaped prisoner was still rather new to her…not totally new, but it was certainly something to make one feel a bit uncomfortable. However, Darya decided to not comment on the security breach… Well, and she didn’t get the chance to say anything anyway for suddenly a commotion only a few feet away from her caught her attention. Her dark gaze immediately shifted into the direction the loud angry voices were coming from and Darya saw…Mirtha – of course – apparently arguing with Captain Barbattus. Not good. Both men had quite a temper. That just couldn’t end well. And the woman’s thoughts got proved within the blink of an eye. More yelling, punching…some blood. A brawl. Darya shook her head slightly but remained where she was…even when Brendyn approached the fighting men, perhaps to intervene. She was used to fight-picking men yet the dark-haired didn’t exactly like it. Her dark eyes briefly found Tristan and watched his reaction to the situation…though she was very sure he wouldn’t do anything about it. There were no Sarmatians involved, thus it was none of his business. None of their business. And the scout indeed didn’t really care about what was going on. Darya smirked slightly at his reaction and then looked at the commotion again… …just in time to see Mirtha being led away by three soldiers…no doubt to the dungeons. Stupid, Mirtha…I bet all this was ever so unnecessary, the Sarmatian thought before regarding Barbattus a bit closer. He was bleeding…and looked more than upset. Then the hawk on her arm gave a squeak which briefly distracted Darya…but she kept watching the Captain and the few remaining persons around him since Mirtha was brought away… |
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| golden_trillium | May 9 2010, 03:47 PM Post #165 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sun Oct 19, 2008 10:33 am Neeria and Karl Before the healer could respond to Neeria's comment, there was a loud commotion coming from elsewhere in the prison. The woad heard loud voices and the sound of many heavy boots stomping toward them. Neeria grimaced, not knowing what to expect next. As the boots got closer, Neeria could make out voices. They were Romans. A chill slid down the small woman's spine. Were they coming for her? Subconsciously, she took a step backward, deeper into the shadows of her small prison. "Step it up," Karl grumbled. He didn't like being in this place. He'd been in it too many times before. The grumpy Roman wanted to deposit the prisoner and get out of there as soon as possible. Karl led the way with Titrus and Quintus ushering Mirtha behind him. Up ahead he noticed a Roman guard standing across from a cell with the door wide open. Karl narrowed his eyes as they got closer and wondered why the hell the cell door was open. When they got to the cell, Karl noticed Neeve standing there. He stopped to take a look inside. "Ah, you're tending to the woad bitch, eh?" he said, nastily. "You should let her die," he chuckled. "Give me 10 minutes with her and I'd make sure she'd wish she was dead," he added. after I'd shove my cock down her throat he thought to himself. "Carry on," Karl said with a snicker and continued to lead the group down the corridor and around the corner to the other side of the prison. Neeria had stayed back against the rear wall when the Romans stopped outside her cell door. She was pretty sure she could see them, but they could not see her in the darkness. She saw the blond Roman stop and talk to Neeve. The woad's mouth fell open. It was not Karl's words that captured her attention though. It was the recognition of not only his face but his voice also. Neeria gasped in horror as she realized that Karl was the Roman who had amputated Mikel. Her eyes widened as she looked at him. Her attention was drawn to something else too as he moved past her door. Tucked into the side of this belt.... ....was Mikel's knife. When Neeria was sure the Romans were far down the corridor and well out of earshot, the woad rushed to Neeve's side. "Who was that man?" Neeria whispered loudly. |
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