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October 2008
Topic Started: May 1 2010, 05:17 PM (3,220 Views)
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri Oct 03, 2008 9:00 am

Quintus


Brendyn
 
"I suppose some men have the art down of hiding their
nervousness better than others...at Aesica, I would
relieve stress by working out with a whip and a bag of
straw...or I'd put Tyranus through some paces as far as
battle manuvers...sir, have you heard how Commander
Castus is faring? The last I saw, he had severe
wounds...as did some of his knights...though Lancelot
seemed to have none..."


"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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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Oct 03, 2008 3:31 pm
Brendyn


Quintus
 
"I know as much as you on that, lad- the Commander's
wounded."


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...

Quintus
 
"Morning, 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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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.

Arthur
 
“Have you forgotten the location of the baths in this
fortress?”


"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.

Arthur
 
“I want you to keep a close watch on Darya in my
absence, keep her safe."


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.

Arthur
 
“She is with child and I must be reassured that she will
be well provided for….in the event that I should not
return. I trust you to do this for me, Lancelot."


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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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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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Fri Oct 03, 2008 8:46 pm
Titrus, Karl, and Malcus Barbattus


Quintus
 
"Good morning, lieutenant"


Brendyn
 
"Good morning, sir"


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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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Oct 03, 2008 10:02 pm
Brendyn


Titrus
 
"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," "I'm
feeling pretty good this morning," "I wonder what all
this is about."


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...

Titrus
 
"Any word from the captain or Arthur?"


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...

Titrus
 
"Captain!" "It's good to see you back with us safely,
captain,"


Malcus
 
"Hello Titrus," "Quintus, Karl, Brendyn,"


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!...

Malcus
 
"Thank you, Titrus," "I've called you here because I
selected each of you for a special mission." "As you may
have heard," "yesterday's mission was a complete fuck
up. A complete fuck up," "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." "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."


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....

Malcus
 
"When we dismiss, you are to prepare your mounts, armor
up and stand by to ride. Is that clear? Are there any
questions?"


...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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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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat Oct 04, 2008 8:15 am
Quintus


Titrus
 
"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. I'm feeling
pretty good this morning. I wonder what all this is
about. Any word from the Captain or Arthur? Captain!"


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.

Malcus
 
"Hello, Titrus, Quintus, Karl, Brendyn."


Titrus
 
"It's good to see you back with us safely, Captain.


Malcus
 
"Thank you, Titrus. I've called you here because I
selected each of you for a special mission. As you may
have heard, yesterday's mission was a complete fuck up.
A complete fuck up. 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. 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. When we dismiss, you are
to prepare your mounts, armor up and stand by to ride.
Is that clear? Are there any questions?"


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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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
 
“Jols …what’s going on?”


"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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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…

Jols
 
"Darya, Neeve. 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."


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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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.

Darya
 
“And…that is all you two have to say?”


"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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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?"

Quintus
 
"No questions about the orders, sir, but I wondered if I
could have a private word before we go, sir? It won't
take long."


"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.

Merlin
 
“You have disobeyed our laws, Mona. It is you who have
brought such disfavor on us, you who have caused the
capture of Neeria and the deaths of my other warriors.
You have struck out at my daughter, and at me, who are
the Gods’ chosen. You must die.”


Mona cackled an eery, maniacal laugh.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, FUCK you," she screamed.

Mona
 
“May the Messenger speed your journey,”


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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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...

Malcus
 
"Is there a problem?" "IS THERE A PROBLEM?"


Karl
 
"No, sir,"


Malcus
 
"If I hear of a problem, you will answer to me. Is that
clear?"


Karl
 
"Yes, sir"


Malcus
 
"Good,"


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...

Malcus
 
"Brendyn," "you are to stay close to Titrus. Let him
check your mount too before you leave. Is that clear,
Titrus?"


Titrus
 
"Oy, captain,"


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...

Malcus
 
"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."


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...

Malcus
 
"What is it Quintus?"


Quintus
 
"No questions about the orders, sir, but I wondered if I
could have a private word before we go, sir? It won't
take long."


Titrus
 
"Yes sir," "It will only take a few minutes."


Malcus
 
"Of course. You two are dismissed," "I'll meet you in
the stables before you ride out."


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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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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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.

Tristan
 
“How’s Dag?”


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.

Vanora
 
"Good Morning, Saoirse. It has been a long time, How is
Dagonet fairing?"


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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