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October 2008
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golden_trillium

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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 2:31 pm
Linnette


Mari
 
"I will try my very, very hardest. I promise, My Lady.
Do you think we might get some better parchment for it
though? These are hardly appropriate for Gedeon's
drawing. Would his father mind awfully? He wouldn't be
too upset by it would he?"


"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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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.

Mirtha
 
"Fuck you... sir"


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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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.

Saoirse
 
"Aye food. An' good stuff too. Vanora sends her best in
both sentiment an' nourishment."


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.

Saoirse
 
"I brought some clean clothes t'take t'the baths with us
too. I'll be damned if I'll sleep another night next
t'tha' stench."


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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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 2:48 pm
Mari


Linnette
 
"Well... I don't know, But it can't do any harm to ask,
The parchment is no problem, though...we'll get it from
my office. I keep the books for the tavern... I'm
Linnette, by the way. Sorry for not introducing myself."


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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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.

Malcus Barbattus and Titrus
 
"More like, no sir......FUCK YOU!"

"Captain! Maybe he's had enough,"


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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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.

Mirtha
 
"Fuck you...sir."


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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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...

Titrus
 
"Don't worry about that, Ione. My daughters know well the life their father has
chosen. We have made a plan since they were very little girls. They will know exactly what to do should I not return.  I just need someone to help them. Someone I trust," "I will my lady. And you - please take good care. Let go and live your life."


.....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.

Titrus
 
"Be well,"


"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...

Titrus
 
"I think she's ready now," "take good care of both of
them, sister."


"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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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

Neeve
 
"You.Don’t.Know.Anything.About me…And I bet that husband
of yours and the others were killed while attacking this
Fortress. Am I right?…so blame yourself for the loss.”


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."

Neeve
 
“And…I am no one’s slave, okay? I could leave this place
anytime…As for Arthur…I don’t care why you couldn’t
finish your…plan…though him being alive now is probably
the only reason why you aren’t very dead already…but if
you ever do as much as look at him in the wrong way
again…I’ll forget about all principles and kill you
myself, understood? And trust me…it doesn’t necessarily
need a weapon for that…”


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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Author: Unicorn
Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 4:29 pm
Mirtha


Malcus
 
"You bastard!"


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.

Malcus
 
"LOCK HIM UP! TITRUS, KARL, QUINTUS! DO IT NOW!! 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,
NOW,MOVE!"


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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat Oct 18, 2008 6:24 pm
Linnette


Mari
 
"It's really lovely to meet you, Linnette. I'm Mari. My
father is Kolya...I think you've met him…”


“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.

Mari
 
“You keep the books? It's amazing, I think...reading."


“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

Mirtha
 
"Fuck you...sir."


Titrus
 
"SHIT!"


Malcus
 
"More like, no, sir......FUCK YOU!"


Titrus
 
"Captain! Maybe he's had enough."


Karl
 
"Leave 'im be!" Go on and let 'em dance some more!"


Malcus
 
"You bastard! LOCK HIM UP! TITRUS, KARL, QUINTUS! DO IT NOW!! 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. NOW,MOVE!"


"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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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.

Quintus
 
"C'mon now...best come quietly. When the Captain's blood
is up, it's up, "C'mon, man..."


"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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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.

Darya
 
“My home once was such a place…”


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...

Darya
 
“Do you have any experiences with the Woads?”


"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....

Mirtha
 
"Work here?" "Hey! Listen... I don't care why are you going to work here and who told you to do so... You do what is to do and that's it.  And I don't care if you know my name, or if we had met before. Just keep up with work."


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 !

Malcus
 
"WHO THE BLOODY FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO?" "I am CAPTAIN Malcus Cicero Barbattus, Roman officer here at Badon Keep and fourth in command of this fortress! I am here by orders of Commander Artorius Lucius Castus. You will address me as SIR and if you EVER turn your back to me again, I will beat you within an inch of your life.  Now that we have that clear. I asked you your name and you'd bloody well fucking tell me."


Mirtha
 
"Fuck you... sir"


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....

Titrus
 
"SHIT!"


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....

Malcus
 
"More like, no sir......FUCK YOU!"


Titrus
 
"Captain! Maybe he's had enough,"


Karl
 
"Leave 'im be!" "Go on and let 'em dance some more!"


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.

Malcus
 
"You bastard!"


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!

Malcus
 
"LOCK HIM UP! TITRUS, KARL, QUINTUS! DO IT NOW!!" "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," "NOW,MOVE!"


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.

Quintus
 
Aye, Sir," "C'mon now...best come quietly. When the
Captain's blood is up, it's up," "C'mon, man..."


Titrus
 
"Are you alright, captain?"


Malcus
 
"I'm fine,"


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.

Titrus
 
"Yes, come on,".....


Karl
 
"Got your hide tanned pretty good now didn'tcha?" "Ya
shoulda just tole the man yer name!"


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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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.

Quintus
 
"C'mon now...best come quietly. When the Captain's blood
is up, it's up,"


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...

Quintus
 
"C'mon, man..."


Titrus
 
"Yes, come on,"


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.

Titrus
 
"Why didn't you just tell him your name, Mirtha, you
fool! And you could have avoided getting locked up.
You'd better hope he doesn't forget you're down there!"


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.

Karl
 
"Got your hide tanned pretty good now didn'tcha? Ya
shoulda just tole the man yer name!"


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?

Titrus and Karl
 
"Well Mirtha, you're home for the next couple of hours,"

"Next time, you'll mind your manners,"


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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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…

Brendyn
 
"I...have sort of. They gave us a great welcome to your
fort… I did find the gate one of the woad prisoners
escaped through..."


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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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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