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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:22 PM Post #16 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Fri Oct 03, 2008 9:00 am Quintus
"I know as much as you on that, lad- the Commander's wounded." Quintus shrugged again at that admission, but his mouth drew down into a tighter, worried shape. The Commander hadn't been seen in public since he had come home from the mission, and concern about him was running fairly high among the men. Castus was well liked, an excellent officer, and the thought that he might have to be replaced by someone else was not, for most of the men, necessarily a welcome one. There were footsteps in the corridor outside the wardroom, and Quintus drew himself up, ready to stand to attention- but it wasn't Captain Barbattus who entered. It was Lieutenant Titrus, followed closely by Karl, whose presence made Quintus frown slightly. The tall soldier was a troublemaker, a difficult man all around- and his presence made the purpose of this summons all the more confusing. Quintus couldn't remember Karl having been involved in the prisoner debacle of yesterday, though he had certainly been called out to search, as every man not on guard duty had. But he wouldn't, to Quintus's knowledge, have any special knowledge of the situation. So what was this all about, then? Had some new information come to light? "Morning, Lieutenant," Quintus greeted Titrus easily, though he was observing him carefully for any signs of lingering effects of ale. The greeting was also a subtle query into how he was feeling- Quintus didn't want to get any more specific, not with Karl around. That man would take any unflattering knowledge of his superiors and run with it- spread rumors, make trouble, anything he could do. He was one to be watched, and by Hadrian's balls, Quintus watched him, as a matter of course. |
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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:24 PM Post #17 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Fri Oct 03, 2008 3:31 pm Brendyn
Brendyn noted the other man's actions as he spoke. The only officers he had seen since returning from the battle were Malcus, Titrus and Quintus...he had not seen the Commander at all which did worry him a bit. "That is as much as I knew as well, sir," Brendyn admitted as he replaced the sword in the scabbard. He was about to add something else to the fact, when he heard heavy footsteps approaching the room, so he, like Quintus, made ready to stand at attention, but when the door opened, Brendyn looked briefly, questioningly over at the Centurion as if to ask who the soldier was. He knew Lieutenant Titrus well enough, but the other soldier, he did not know. The unknown soldier's nonchelant attitude upon entering the room, the way he had not acknowledged he and Quintus left him feeling a bit cautious though he did not show it. The young soldier turned his attention to the Lieutenant...
"Sir, Good Morning," Brendyn said as he bowed slightly showing the same respect that he showed Quintus when he had entered the room. He then turned to the other soldier and said, "And to you as well, sir," Brendyn walked over to where Quintus and Titrus stood, though a bit aside. Brendyn had finished his apple, and had tossed it into a waste bin, then he turned slightly aside so that he could gaze out the window at the sunlight that was trying to peek through the clouds, while keeping an eye on the others. From the moment the soldier had entered the room with Titrus, Brendyn felt ill at ease, though he was a master at hiding such feelings. The way the man acted made Brendyn cautious. The young soldier narrowed the man's attitude to : Firstly, a bad night with his wife or wench, and secondly a bad case of indigestion. Or thirdly, that he plain did not like anyone. Since desgresion was the better side of valor, Brendyn thought it best to wait until the glum soldier spoke.... Adian "Seven fuckin' hells!" Adian brought the smashed finger to eye level, and looked at the black and blue begin to appear. It was not the first black and blue mark that he had ever had, but damn it all they still hurt! The man next to him, grinned and looked out the corner of his eye at Adian who returned the look. The older man lay his hammer down and said, 'Ye do fine work, Adian, but your mind is not on your work today, is it?' Adian looked down at the board he had finished placing over the hole, the third nail half driven in. No, he had not forgotten so readily about Thorn, and he had promised himself to go out later and look for a spot to place her head stone at....someplace with a lovely view. Like the ridge that overlooked the homestead of Ione and her parents. Despite the fact that it did bring up memories of Ione...the day she had "disappeared" as her mother had told him. Her father had told him different: That it had not been his idea to sell Ione to the Roman, but her mother's. No matter how many times he had ridden over the ridge of the hill, he always had marveled at the beauty that spread before him.... 'No, Simion, my mind is on my late love and her child,' Adian frowned. 'I would rather beat on wood and nails for now in place of a woad's head....' He felt bitter. Why had this happened to him when the Gods had placed the perfect woman in his life, and the child as well? Picking up another nail, Adian placed it, then slammed down on it hard, driving it into the wood. The other man backed off a bit and left Adian to stew a bit more as well as grieve. Everyone had their way of grieving, and this was Adian's. Adian, on the other hand had always felt like the eye for and eye was a good thing, and he swore that the next time the woads attacked, he'd show none of them mercy. At this point, another thought had come to him. His traps that he had set at the edge of the forest. They, as far as he knew, were still set. Somehow, he'd have to go out and retrieve them as they were the only traps he had. He decided that maybe later, he could retrieve them. He frowned down at the board as he drove the last nail home, then around it. Could he not remember anything? His measuring tool was still in his quarters. Excusing himself, he climbed down the ladder, and headed back to the quarters, and flung open the door without thinking that Tatiana was still there. Making his way over to his storage chest, Adian flew open the lid, and found the angle and the measuring stick. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he noted Tatiana still in bed . He felt his seemingly good mood shadow as he walked over to the bed and looked down at the woman. "So why are you not at work in the stables? Ya feeling ill or something?" His voice was not kind, and he nudged the side of the bed... |
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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:26 PM Post #18 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Fri Oct 03, 2008 5:51 pm Lancelot The Sarmatian was quite aware of the closeness that this action required. He studiously ignored it, however, and continued to dress Arthur's wound, the salve going on nicely, then the gauze pad, and lastly, the wrapping that would hold it in place while the Roman rode. Out to Merlin. Without Lancelot. Leaving his best knight and fiercest fighter at home, to guard the little ones and the old people. Gritting his teeth, Lancelot made sure the bandage was field ready and touched both sides, his hands patting at Arthur's belly and back as he did so. He caught a whiff of the other man as Arthur's arms were raised over his head - That way lies madness.
"Have you forgotten I've barely had time to sleep much less wash my flesh? Priorities, man." Lancelot shot back, and snorted. His mind's eye flashed on Catherine again - and he shoved that away, agitated and aggrivated with himself in regards to her. He did not want his 'reputation' sullied - he didn't have much here at Badon, so gods forfend he lose that one little thing - and he wanted the chance to get her to explain herself. She was such a polar opposite from .... him. He tucked the end of the linen strip under the edge of the bandage, and tied it in an expert knot.
Lancelot pssshawe'd; his Sarmatian kin could very well take care of herself. She was an expert warrior, almost as good as he was, and Lancelot had never had any doubt of her danger. He'd seen it - felt it - first hand.
Lancelot cocked his head and stared at his hands; the long, dirty fingers still lay on Arthur's body. They looked strange against the whiteness of the linen he'd used to bandage the Roman's wound. A sound - was that birds? Had the sun risen already? With child. Lancelot opened his mouth, and found nothing came out but a squeak. That was unlike him. He slowly removed his hands from Arthur's bandage and took note that they were trembling. Odd. He raised them to the light and watched as they seemed to jump of their own accord. He swallowed and shook his head. He dropped his arms, using one hand to rub at his black eye ponderously. He regarded Arthur with the good eye, as though the commander had the pox and hadn't noticed it. Things seemed to move in slow motion around him; the noise of the rekindled brazier, the sound of Arthur's breathing, the feel of his too large leathers as they threatened once again to slide down his narrow hips, despite the sword and belt he wore. Then everything sped up, and time flashed at an alarming rate. Things were too bright, it was too warm in the room, and Arthur's green eyes were too ... too.... "With child." It wasn't a question. "And let me guess who the proud father is?" He was vaguely aware of Arthur's confused face; surely the man had just asked him to help his female lover while the Roman was gone - doing things with the new Optio that would have been Lancelot's job a few months ago. Surely Arthur had asked Lancelot in confidence to protect his woman as he would any close kinsman or confidant. As he would his closest friend. That friend whom he'd had sex with - more than once - that friend whom he'd professed to love like no other more than once - that same friend who was on the verge of discovering he did not want to be alone for the rest of his life. That friend that wanted to love someone besides his baby sister who was lost to him. That friend who was perhaps - finally - admitting he could not do without - "Jesu, Arthur," Lancelot copied the swear he'd heard the other man use only a few times; the times he was well and truly enraged. The Sarmatian's voice was steady and ice cold - his shaking hands felt as if they would break into a thousand pieces. "Your child?" |
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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:27 PM Post #19 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Fri Oct 03, 2008 7:40 pm Jols Drowsily getting up from of his cot, the Squire headed over to where he kept his wash basin and toiletries and after pouring a bit of cold water from the pitcher into it, saturated the little cloth with the water to blearily wash away the remainder of sleep out of his eyes. Once done, he headed over to the smithy after finishing up the meal that he'd brought back tavern the night before. After gathering up the weapons that he'd left in the smithy's care, he carried them into the stables and carefully placing them down out of the way of traffic, he headed over to the correct horses and began brushing them down then saddling them up adding the correct weapons to each one. As soon as everything was taken care of, Jols began leading each horse out into the courtyard for their rider to collect including his own, which was done up last. |
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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:29 PM Post #20 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Fri Oct 03, 2008 8:46 pm Titrus, Karl, and Malcus Barbattus
Titrus looked to Brendyn and nodded his head. "Good morning, Brendyn, it's good to see that you're no worse for the wear after your duties. You're looking well this morning." "Good morning, Quintus," Titrus said, turning his attention to the centurion. The lieutenant nodded at the other man who had a questioning look as if to ask Titrus if he was well after his date with the bottle ale the previous night. But of course Quintus was too seasoned and too wise to blatantly ask. "I'm feeling pretty good this morning," Titrus said loudly, slapping his firm, taut stomach. "I wonder what all this is about." Titrus looked at Karl who was rubbing a hand over his obviously unshaved face. He was a disgrace, Titrus thought. Karl looked back the lieutenant, nodded his head and rolled his eyes. Titrus turned his attention back to Quintus. "Any word from the captain or Arthur?" Before Quintus could answer, the door to the room swung open once again and Captain Barbattus strode through. He was out of uniform. Malcus walked in the wardroom and closed the door behind him. "Captain!" Titrus said and saluted. Then he walked over to Malcus. Malcus saluted back and extended his hand, which Titrus took and shook in greeting. "Hello Titrus," Malcus said amiably. "Quintus, Karl, Brendyn," "It's good to see you back with us safely, captain," Titrus said. Karl uncrossed his ankles and placed his hands firmly on the bench on each side of him, pushing himself up with great effort. When he was finally upright, he saluted to Malcus and muttered a 'good morning' to the captain. "Thank you, Titrus," Malcus said to his second, "I've called you here because I selected each of you for a special mission." Malcus saw the eyebrows raise on at least 2 of the men. "As you may have heard," the captain continued, "yesterday's mission was a complete fuck up. A complete fuck up," he said, shaking his head trying to ignore the bile that rose in his throat. "The commander was not pleased with the results of the meeting with Merlin and has decided that he will ride out, himself, this morning to talk to the woad, face to face." The men stood completely still, listening intently. "Arthur has ordered me to stay here for reasons that don't and shouldn't matter to you. So. In my absence, I have chosen you four to ride out with him. You will leave shortly. You are to protect Arthur with your lives and follow his orders as he commands you. I know that is an obvious fact that I don't have to tell you. I know that I also don't have to remind you that the consequences will be most unpleasant should I hear of any problems." Malcus purposely looked over at Karl who matched the captain's glare with his own. "When we dismiss, you are to prepare your mounts, armor up and stand by to ride. Is that clear? Are there any questions?" Malcus waited to see if anyone had anything to say. |
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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:30 PM Post #21 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Fri Oct 03, 2008 10:02 pm Brendyn
Brendyn grinned at the Lieutnant, and to the others, "Night watch was uneventful, sir. Thank you, I feel great this morning, though a bit hungry still...was on my way to break my fast when I was summoned to come here." He fell silent, but with a slight smile on his face as he watched the Centurion and Titrus greet each other, and he loved Titrus's mood. So far all of the men he had met were likable men, and he considered them friends as he had none, and had never really had time to make any. Brendyn enjoyed the company of the two other men, but could not help but note how this glum soldier, who had sat aloof from the others, reacted when Titrus nodded toward him. What was it with this man? Brendyn began to make mental notes of the man's behaviour and decided that he'd not want the man on his side during a battle...
Brendyn had heard Titrus's question, but had heard the sound of boots heading in the direction of the room. Before he could say anything, the door flung open, and in stepped Malcus. Brendyn stood to attention and saluted as the Captain entered the room, and closed the door behind him. The young soldier watched the Lieutenant and the Captain exchange greetings...
Brendyn nodded a greeting in return, "Captain Malcus." He finished it off with another salute, then waited to hear what the man had to say. He did not turn back to look at the soldier who had been sitting ever since he had entered the room, but kept his attention on Malcus as the man began to give the reason for being here. So it was a mission!...
Brendyn listened intently taking in all of the details of the mission. He had not heard anything, until now, that the last mission had been a failure. He felt a sense of pride inside to know that he had been one of the chosen to protect Arthur, and he'd see to it. It was his duty to Rome to protect those in authority above him. Brendyn stood at attention, but also saw the looks that had passed between Malcus and this other man, but then shifted his eyes back to the Captain....
...The soldier shook his head slightly as he understood the orders as they had been given. He shifted his eyes again to meet Malcus's. He had not seen the Captain since the man's return from the first mission, and was glad to see that the man had not been harmed. All Brendyn hoped for was that he'd make them all proud. He was confident that with he, Titrus, Quintus, Arthur, and this other man, there was no way this mission would fail... |
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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:31 PM Post #22 |
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Author: Darya Date: Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:33 am Darya and Neeve Neeve had listened quietly to what the Sarmatian woman had to say about her concerns, thoughts and fears regarding her pregnancy. Of course the healer could not really say she could relate to all this…but she certainly saw the sense behind the other woman’s words. Neeve had voiced a few thoughts as well that might ease the Sarmatian’s mind…eventually. But with the Woad threat still being very present, that would probably take a while. Then the two reached the courtyard and noticed Jols preparing some of the horses and leading them out of the stables. Neeve merely arched an eyebrow at the scene as she had already learned from Tristan last night what might happen today. And apparently, the scout had been right. The raven-haired woman felt Darya stop and tense. She glanced sideways at the Sarmatian…and let her blue gaze follow the other woman’s dark one to see what she was looking at. Arthur’s horse. Damn that stubborn Roman, the healer thought now as she had proof for the Commander truly intending to ride out soon… Darya could hardly believe what she was seeing. The men would ride out again? Why? Had the Optio’s mission failed? The dark-haired frowned at the sight before her and almost completely forgot about Neeve by her side…or all they had been discussing for that matter. Instead, the Sarmatian approached Jols with long strides and widened dark eyes… “Jols…”, she addressed the loyal squire, “…what’s going on?” Neeve remained a few steps behind the Sarmatian and scratched the back of her neck, certain that Darya would not like what she was about to learn… |
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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:33 PM Post #23 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sat Oct 04, 2008 8:15 am Quintus
Quintus snapped to attention along with the other men as Captain Barbattus finally entered the room- well, along with two of the other men, Titrus and Brendyn. Karl, typically, heaved himself to his feet and a desultory attempt at attention as if it was a great bother, staying just this side of impudence, but with his reluctance obvious to the Centurion. Quintus glared at Karl discreetly out of the corner of his eye, mentally shoving the other soldier to his feet- but still, Karl didn't exactly hurry.
Arthur was going out to meet with the Woads? Quintus took the Captain's explanation and orders stoically, his back ramrod straight and arms at his side, but inside, he was uneasy about the whole thing. If the Commander had been so unwell yesterday that he had not been out of his quarters at all, was he really up to a strenuous mission today? That preyed on Quintus's mind. There was also the riding aspect- something Quintus did well enough, but not so well that he was comfortable fighting from horseback, unlike the Sarmatians who rode like the very devil and could hit targets perfectly with arrows at a full gallop. Why weren't they comng along? But perhaps most importantly, and perhaps within his rights to speak about- why was Karl included in this? He was a troublemaker of the first order, not someone Quintus would trust with anything out of the ordinary, really. He was tall and strong, of course, and reasonably disciplined as a member of a large, tight formation, but in this situation? Riding out and standing by while Commander Castus negotiated with his perennial enemy? It was not a role Quintus would have put Karl within a mile of, had the choice been his. Captain Barbattus had asked if there were questions, and the Centurion hesitated for a moment. To express his doubts, or not to express them? He hadn't been asked for his opinion on who to take, and no doubt the Captain had his reasons for including Karl...but after a second's indecision, Quintus decided that he really ought to say something. The worst he would get was a tongue-lashing for presumption, and while it wouldn't be pleasant, he could take it. And at best, he'd get Karl removed from the group and replaced with someone who actually gave a fuck. "No questions about the orders, sir," Quintus responded crisply. His eyes flicked over to Titrus, silently seeking his support, if he cared to give it- and if he agreed with Quintus's assessment of Karl's suitability for all this. "But I wondered if I could have a private word before we go, sir? It won't take long." On either side of Quintus, Brendyn was nodding earnestly, and Karl was sullen, as always. Couldn't the Captain see that the bigger man was a rotten choice? |
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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:34 PM Post #24 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:47 am Jols As he went around to double checking the girths of the saddles, making sure that they were secure and comfortable on each horse, he kept up a steady conversation as he did so keeping in contact with them with his hand, letting them know that he was there. They're as secure and comfortable as I can get them. He thought after giving each horse a sugar cube. While he went over his mental checklist, Jols heard footsteps approach.
"Darya, Neeve." He said greeting the two women nodding polietly at them. Nervously scratching at his ear, and feeling slightly like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar, he decided to tell her a little bit. "From what I was able to get from Tristan when they came back that night, the first mission didn't go exactly right, actually it all went wrong in the worst way." Jols said cryptically as he shifted his glance from Darya to Neeve, hoping that the other woman could help him out a bit. |
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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:35 PM Post #25 |
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Author: Darya Date: Sat Oct 04, 2008 12:11 pm Darya and Neeve Neeve returned the squire's nod with one of her own and stepped a bit closer, now that she was involved in…whatever would happen next. Darya, however, almost instinctively patted the neck of the horse they were standing next to. It was not Casti…but the Sarmatian’s dark gaze flickered from Jols to Arthur’s white stallion and back until the squire spoke…
Tristan? Darya furrowed her brow and repeated Jols' words in her mind… So the mission had gone wrong… And now…what? Then the Sarmatian noticed the somewhat uncertain glance of the squire towards Neeve and Darya looked from the healer to Jols and back. “What do you guys know that I don’t?”, she then wanted to know, narrowing her eyes first at Neeve and then at Jols. Ah, damn it all, Neeve cursed silently as it now seemed up to her to tell the Sarmatian something she had only heard herself a couple of hours ago. The Briton cleared her throat and turned a little to now almost stand next to Jols. “I…we…don’t know details either”, she said, deliberately including Jols into her answer, “…but apparently the last attempt to negotiate with the Woads failed miserably…and…the men will ride out again today to make the best of a bad job…” Darya blinked and quickly regarded the assembled horses to see who would be going. She recognized Bors' beast…and Tristan’s, which was formally Gedeon’s…and Casti of course. Oddly enough, Lancelot’s was missing…so the First Knight would not go? Something seemed so very wrong to her…; that being an injured and weakened Arthur going onto a mission already had not yet registered in her mind. The dark-haired lifted one hand and let her index-finger and her thumb simultaneously brush over her eyebrows while pondering what to say… “And…that is all you two have to say?”, the Sarmatian finally murmured focusing more on Jols now than on Neeve since she knew the squire longer and better than the healer. And even though Arthur seemed to truly trust Neeve and despite the talk she had had with the healer only moments ago, Darya had yet to get to know the raven-haired woman much better before she would trust her like Arthur did. Jols, on the other hand, had always been a helpful soul…thus she hoped to get some more information out of him… |
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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:36 PM Post #26 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Sat Oct 04, 2008 2:28 pm Jols Glancing over at Neeve, while listening to her explain to Darya. The Squire's eyes showed the Healer his thanks while releasing a pent-up breath of air that he'd not known that he was holding in.
"Yes, Darya. That's about it. If I'd been on the mission, I'd have told you both what exactly happened to make a fuller and bigger picture of it myself. We don't know know what exactly did or didn't happen during the previous night's mission. The only reason that we were able to put that much of it together was because Tristan came back in a very black and dark mood and wanted to vent about what happened. We can't tell you what we don't fully know or only get bits and pieces of ourselves, lady." Jols replied truthfully. |
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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:38 PM Post #27 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sat Oct 04, 2008 8:24 pm Malcus Barbattus, Titrus and Karl Karl sighed and sucked his breath. "Is there a problem?" Malcus growled at Karl. "IS THERE A PROBLEM?" "No, sir," the blue-eyed Roman mumbled. Malcus closed the distance between he and the tall blond. "If I hear of a problem, you will answer to me. Is that clear?" Malcus said through clenched teeth inches from Karl's face. "Yes, sir" Karl said. "Good," Malcus said. "Brendyn," the captain said, turning his attention to the new arrival, "you are to stay close to Titrus. Let him check your mount too before you leave. Is that clear, Titrus?" "Oy, captain," Titrus said, striking his chest. Malcus continued with Brendyn, "This is your first order from me. It's your time to prove yourself so don't fuck it up. Keep your eyes open and your mouth shut. You are to protect the commander with your life. Period." Barbattus looked at Quintus who looked a little uneasy. Malcus knew the centurion had something on his mind. "What is it Quintus?"
"Yes sir," Titrus said hurriedly, glancing at Quintus, "It will only take a few minutes." "Of course. You two are dismissed," Barbattus said to Karl and Brendyn, "I'll meet you in the stables before you ride out." "Oy," Karl said. He looked at Brendyn and rolled his eyes. Fuck if he'd help the little bastard. He didn't want to talk to him, didn't want to know him. Karl opened the door to the wardroom and walked out, letting it close in Brendyn's face. Karl chuckled as he stomped down the corridor. Malcus sat down on one of the chairs and waved his hand at Titrus and Quintus, indicating them to sit down as well. Barbattus stretched his legs and felt awkward not being in uniform. Titrus nodded and sat down across from the captain. "What's on your mind, men?" Mona Mona struggled against the hands and arms that held her as she was pulled to her feet. She wanted to kick and bite and scratch but unseeing hands held her firmly and someone tied her ankles together tightly. Mona pulled and struggled, cursing and spewing blasphemy at Juna and Merlin. "You were supposed to love me once they were out of the way," she shouted, "I wanted you to love me. Like you love Neeria!" The lines were blurry for Mona. Her desperation for Merlin's favor had driven her over the edge. Now all she felt was rejection and hatred. And she didn't know why.
Mona cackled an eery, maniacal laugh. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, FUCK you," she screamed.
Merlin spoke softly, without malice, matter-of-factly as he gripped the knife on his belt. Mona smiled when she saw the knife. In her final act of defiance, spat in the leader's face. |
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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:41 PM Post #28 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sat Oct 04, 2008 9:29 pm Brendyn Th young soldier, as he had been trained by Antonius, looked straight ahead of him while Malcus and the obstenant soldier conversed. He could hear them, and he cringed inwardly. He could see Titrus and Quintus out of the corners of his eyes, while, out of the other, he saw Malcus approach the soldier...
That conversation done, Brendyn turned his head to watch as Malcus approached him.He was proud to have been chosen to ride out on his first mission under Arthur's Command, and he made a silent vow that he'd do his best not to fail. He stood at attention matching Malcus's gaze while the Captain spoke...
Brendyn nodded as if to tell the Captain that he understood his orders clearly. Deep down, he was anxious to see his beloved horse again. He had been given the chance to train the black Arab mix he named Tyranus after the God of Thunder, and they had been through many battles and missions together. Ha had remembered a rule that Antonius had taught him and it did apply here, though he had screwed up when he had first met the Captain: Do not speak unless asked a question or opinion, so he chose to say nothing. He listened further to Malcus...
Brendyn was determined not to "fuck it up". He gave Malcus a firm nod in acknowledgement of his orders. He had always dreamed of serving under Commander Castus, and he'd do his utmost not to fail anyone on this mission. If need be, Brendyn felt that he'd not hesitate to place himself in front of the Commander for protection. It was part of the vow he took when he joined the legion and he'd not go back on it: the lives of everyone were more important than his own...No greater love have I this: that a man lay down his life for his friends... No they weren't going into battle, but the phrase was always good to remember just in case. His eyes followed Malcus as he went on to Quintus and Titrus, both of them looking ill at ease...
Brendyn ignored the look the sour faced soldier had given him, and struck his chest in a salute, then turned to follow the disagreeable fellow out of the room, but found the door close in his face when he got to it hitting his nose slightly, but thankfully there was no nose bleed. The soldier frowned at this, but still just narrowed it down to a bad day or a hangover. Brendyn looked back at Malcus, Titrus and Quintus in embarrassment, but then toughened up again, pushed the door open, his boots ringing on the stone paved floor of the corridor, and headed out to the courtyard toward the stables. He had passed up the sour soldier not wanting to have his day ruined by a grouch, and headed out into the courtyard.... Not far off he saw Jols, the squire talking to two young ladies. Behind him, he could see the other soldier. As he drew closer, Brendyn could make out the form of Tyranus, and the horse whinnied at the sight of his master. As he drew up to the group, he immediately began to check the straps and buckles on the horse's trappings. Normally, he liked to put the trappings on, but since Jols had done it, then all that needed to happen was for him to check them. Tyranus reached out his nose to the two women as if curious, then nudged the one (Darya) as if looking for a carrot or some sweet morsel. "Good morning, Jols. Ladies...'' Brendyn bowed slightly to them. Realizing that the horse was begging for a treat, the soldier gave the bridle a gentle tug at it, "Apologies, my lady. Tyranus likes to receive sweets from ladies..." This one that had caught Tyranus's attention (Darya) had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, the other had startling blue eyes.... |
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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:41 PM Post #29 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Sun Oct 05, 2008 12:21 am Mordred Mordred had kicked the two whores out early. There was something entirely too tender about sharing a bed with one, let alone two, after having finished with them. He was not into tender likings, no matter the type of woman involved. He fucked who he wanted to fuck when he wanted to fuck them, and it was just that, fucking. No feelings were involved, no care or consideration. Hell, in his opinion he had been a saint to those wenches - at least he hadn't marred up their faces. How could he have possibly been any more courteous and still been able to uphold his reputation? People might've started to gauge the wrong impression of him - as a conscientious, compassionate man - and clearly he certainly couldn't allow such lies to tarnish his image. The knight had paid little heed to the buzzing gossip between several soldiers who had entered the baths as he prepared the leave. Although it amused him to no end to hear of Arthur's supposed worse-for-wear, such mindless chattering was ultimately beneath his liking. It was not until one of the soldiers continued on about how the peace treaty with the Woads had been foiled, and Arthur was to be amongst the company riding out this morning to seek out the magician that Mordred's intrigue was piqued. Predictable, predictable Arthur! Ever the foolish peacemaker, his brother was. The white knight would ride again and save all of his pathetic little lambs from slaughter - that was his plan, wasn't it? How touching, how noble...how utterly sickening... The whole champion bit was getting quite tiresome. Lest it be forgotten, Arthur Castus was a worthless eunuch among a slew of Sarmatian scum - he was no damn hero. The knight spat in disgust upon the ground, heavy boots thudding along the flagstones ominously as he left the bathhouse to locate the Optio. He fathomed an explicitly detailed conversation with Scipio to learn more of this rumored second mission. |
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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:43 PM Post #30 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sun Oct 05, 2008 2:21 am Saoirse Saoirse missed the old days.. the smell of the tavern, the feel of trousers about her legs instead of skirts, the self-assured knowledge that she could take care of herself and depended on no-one for nothing. Those days seemed to have disappeared without her really noticing. It was only now when she stood in the familiar breeze of the tavern, familiar faces behind the counter and familiar wood beneath her feet that she realised just how much she did miss these things... It set her heart to pining for an easier life.
And the scout's sudden words behind her set her heart to thundering! The red head gave a start and whirred to the side, a severe look on her face as she looked at the sneaky person who had come up behind her unawares. When she saw it was Tristan she gave a suffering sigh and looked back at the women behind the counter. No doubt Tristan would find it very amusing that he had startled her. No doubt he would snicker about it when he had a chance to. Of course Saoirse wasn't truly angry with Tristan, nor did she dislike the scout... quite the opposite in fact, but she didn't like to think that anyone had taken her so easily by surprise. "Feck ye.." she muttered under her breath, flicking a hand against the strands of hair that had come loose when she had, startled, looked to the side.
The Irishwoman was beginning to answer Tristan when Vanora addressed her. Saoirse gave a tight smile to the other red-head,feeling somewhat cornered and for no good reason either. Her time spent away from Badon in Ireland had made her rather paranoid about people and their motives. It seemed no one held a grudge against her for leaving Dagonet and taking his child away... except Bors. And despite the fact that it was Vanora and Tristan who aske after Dagonet, Saoirse found herself looking down at Linnette - and almost guiltily too. It was a hard thing to explain for Saoirse, but she felt that she was almost doing Linnette out of something by having Dagonet still living... she felt that she had somehow cheated the other woman and it was with a guilty clearing of her throat and dip of her head that she found her voice to answer... "He's doin' fine. Still in pain but the medicine'll see t'tha'. I'm intendin' on feedin' him up a bit an' we'll see how he feels t'get up an' stretch those infinitely long legs a'his afterwards." she said, blue eyes, undeniably guilty and hesitant, looking from Tristan to Vanora and flittering past Linnette. It was such a silly feeling but she couldn't help it. Linnette was the perfect woman for a men like Dagonet and Gedeon and the whole world seemed to have colluded to see her mourning her man whilst Saoirse herself, unworthy and selfish, came to get food for her lover. Frowning, the red head gestured behind the counter. "I was just goin' t'collect wha'ever ye've gone on for brekkie, Vanora. Somethin' tha'll fill him up ye know." Saoirse asked. |
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