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| golden_trillium | May 2 2010, 03:44 PM Post #31 |
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Author: Darya Date: Sun Oct 05, 2008 2:54 am Darya and Neeve
Neeve furrowed her brow when Jols confirmed what she had already said and watched Darya closely. No, the other woman still did not look too happy… Well, she probably disliked the now more or less obvious fact that the Commander was going to ride out as well just as much as Neeve herself did. If perhaps for not the very same reasons… “He’s right, you see…”, the healer then said and patted Jols' shoulder, “if it weren’t for Tristan’s bad mood, we wouldn’t know anything at all. And that’s not a surprise…after all, Romans always hate to admit failure…and Tristan is not the most talkative person either. And since I’m sure no one’s keen on yet another Woad attack…” With that, the Briton’s words trailed off and she gestured at the horses around them. “However, that doesn’t mean I like this idea, alright…”, she added and then thought of one thing she could do – wanted to do – before the men would ride out… “Alright, alright…”, Darya sighed and puffed out a breath. Of course she was not satisfied with the replies she had gotten so far…but she saw no sense it pushing the others any further. “I’m sorry, Jols…”, she apologized to the squire and gave him a faint smile, “I just…” The Sarmatian did not get any further since a large equine nose suddenly nuzzled at her coat… A very familiar touch for the woman since Kahlan had this habit as well. Darya lifted her arm and turned slightly to look at the nosy horse. “Hey, you…”, the dark-haired whispered and gently brushed over the dark beast’s nose…and just before she could even wonder whose horse that might be…
And while Neeve just nodded at the man, Darya gave him a wry smile. “That’s alright…”, she said quietly and now caressed the horse’s head with both hands as she focused on the animal, “…but I’m sorry, pretty, empty pockets…” Then she glanced at Jols. “Do you happen to have anything for this one?”, she asked the squire before looking at the soldier the horse apparently belonged to, “Tyranus, hm? Such a dark name… Did you name him this?” Neeve cleared her throat and licked her lips. “Well, Darya…gentlemen…if you’d excuse me now…”, she said, “I have to meet someone before this second missions starts…” Darya just frowned at the healer, but the other woman seemed to have set her mind on something specific already and was indeed ready to leave… |
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| golden_trillium | May 3 2010, 10:58 PM Post #32 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sun Oct 05, 2008 4:23 am Drake
She didn't say 'good', but Drake was pretty certain he heard it unspoken. His eyebrows lifted a little as Fleur scurried away from him, zipping to find a latrine. There was no predatory circling of territory ever done by Drake - not now when he had lost all that he once possessed. When he did claim something or someone, he was very possessive of it - but there was just something in Cassidy's manner that made him want to treat her like a grown-up. If she had been a soldier under his command he would be sidling up to her with glares and threatening smiles in an effort to make her uncomfortable and to spill the beans on precisely what her problem with him was but... Drake knew what it was. At least he thought he did. And she was right too. What were his intentions with the two little girls? He had no intention on taking them in and certainly no intentions on being a watchful eye on them throughout their upbringing - but once he made himself responsible for someone he liked to know that, once he handed them on to someone else, that he had done all he could for them. Cassidy made that hard... Fleur did not.
It was laughably ridiculous for Drake to feel slighted that Cassidy disapproved of him more than she did of Gabe! He straightened his shoulders and his narrowed green eyes looked to the side as he stroked the pad of his thumb along the line of his bearded jaw. He took a step back then and looked over Cassidy's head to the wall - It seemed women found it quite easy to disapprove of him and for no other reason than he sought to protect people close to them. Green eyes peered around for Linnesse and then looked back to Cassidy. Leaning his fists onto the bed beside Cassidy, Drake tilted forward, looming over the girl. He looked down at her, ignoring the fact that he knew she didn't raelly like him and cocked his head to the side... "Do you trust him?" he asked bluntly. Mari It had not taken alot of money to buy her silence. Mari had suffered to an extent that no amount of money would ever fix or help her situation - but the money she had been given to not speak of the man who had harmed her had come to her in a manner that Mari did not recognise as 'bribery'. She would never have told anyone the details one way or another so that she had this money was a bonus. And every penny of it was going to go to make sure that she and Milan had a decent place to live... where they could be themselves, be on their own away from the watching eyes of those who didn't understand what it was between a young woman and young man when it was not exclusively sexual. Her big brown eyes looked up at the dark crow sitting on the post. The bird was hunched, it's feathers ruffled and damp, it's beak dirty with a clump of soil that had clung when he had been foraging for breakfast. The raindrop that hit the paper on Mari's lap made the girl's head snap down. She tsked and frowned, using the sleeve of her green dress to wipe at the blob, trying not to interfere with the rough outline of a crow that she had scribbled there. It was not perfect but it was a good likeness. The young woman rubbed her charcoaled fingers together and made a sweep along the paper from the bird's beak to his chest, creating a shadow... another quick glance up and Mari pursed her lips. She wondered where Milan had got to -- she had left him at the cottage that morning and told him that a man would come to fix the roof. She had some money left over to get some requirements like a wash-bowl and perhaps blankets for the beds... though realistically, Mari thought she might just take some from the room. She still had to pluck up the courage to go into the fathers and Rafe's rooms. She didn't want to go in there and bump into Mordred so she sat beneath the eaves of the stables drawing. |
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| golden_trillium | May 3 2010, 11:01 PM Post #33 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Oct 05, 2008 9:03 am Quintus
Quintus edged toward the seat that the Captain had indicated and began to draw the chair out with one hand, still looking over his shoulder at the door through which Karl and Brendyn had just exited. Brendyn had taken that door-slam remarkeably even-temperedly- Quintus supposed he was on his best behavior, considering the infamous infirmary incident- but with a great many men he knew a situation like that might have devolved rapidly into a fight. At least Barbattus seemed to have some inkling that Karl was trouble- but not enough, in Quintus's opinion. His brow furrowed in worry and concentration, he turned back to the Captain and settled himself rather uncomfortably in the seat. He was about to put himself forward a lot more than he usually did- or had a right to. "Captain..." Quintus hesitated, cleared his throat, then continued, drawing himself up straghter this time and depending on military precision to get him through this. "Karl's not..." the Centurion broke off, a bit lost for words, and gestured impotently toward the door. "As you saw, sir. I...I have reservations about bringing him along, sir. I could suggest several others to go in his place if you wanted. Sir." Quintus kept his eyes firmly fixed on the wall behind Barbattus's head, schooling his face to show no emotion now. Merlin "Traitor," Merlin hissed softly, as he slowly and deliberately reached up to wipe Mona's saliva from his face. With the suddenness of a striking snake, he crouched down and clapped a hand over her mouth, preventing any further expectoration or declamations- she struggled, her eyes widening, but the other Woads held her down, their faces grim with determination. Merlin let a small, evil smile settle on his lips. He was doing the will of the Gods in this. His people would be the better for it. "Die," he whispered, as with one smooth motion, he lifted her chin up, his hand still clamped over her mouth, and brought the knife down, slashing a long gash across her throat. It welled with dark red blood, spilling down her pale skin and onto the ground- and Merlin stood, his hands stained with it, his knife blade dripping. "We have removed the sickness from our people. We will be the better for it," he announced to the watching warriors, his voice resonating around the small clearing in the now fully-risen sun. Tristan and Linnette
"Good," Tristan murmurred, nodding his head behind a couple of curtaining locks of hair. Saoirse looked uncomfortable to him- he recognized the signs of feeling penned in, familiar as he was with them himself, and retreated a step, having gotten the answer to his question. Truthfully, the presence of both of the two women behind the counter listening in all of a sudden made him less than comfortable, too. Especially Vanora- she just...she just talked so much. She was attractive, and Tristan certainly understood why Bors liked to bed her, but liked to live with her? The scout didn't think he could have stood it for more than a few hours. Less than that, probably. "Sir, sir...Tristan!" A sudden exclamation and the bang of the tavern door, and a messenger boy came scampering across the floor, straight towards him. Tristan straightened and turned to meet him, a bit relieved at the distraction- though he did wonder what this was about. He found out soon enough. "Sir, you're to get your horse and things ready to ride. Commander Castus's orders." The boy bounced in excitement at having delivered such an important summons, but Tristan merely nodded his dismissal, then looked back over his shoulder at Saoirse. Linnette had now edged a little closer to the other woman- three redheads together all at the bar, a rather unusual sight- and was in the process of asking Saoirse an odd question. "Saoirse...you don't know anyone who can draw, do you? Draw a good likeness? Around here?" There seemed to be a hint of...almost of desperation in Linnette's voice, as if she had bottled up something very important inside her for a while and was only now letting it come out. She leaned towards Saoirse over the bar, her eyes appealing- and Tristan, not wanting to interfere and not knowing anyone who could draw- why was drawing so important, anyway?- began to turn away, moving towards the door of the tavern. Time to find out what this summons was all about. The Woads, probably. Again. |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 01:52 AM Post #34 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sun Oct 05, 2008 9:59 am Amadeus Amadeus was not unreasonable... he never had been unreasonable. He had ambitions and would stand on any that he had to to achieve the great things he thought he deserved, but he was not unreasonable. As he stood back and ordered the men in the rebuilding of the barracks he was fair - even to the point where he pulled off his gloves and got in to show the men precisely what way they aught to be stacking the stones. The men responded well to this kind of leadership and Amadeus was able to stand back and just peruse, slapping his gloves against his thigh now and then, shouting the odd order too should the men need it. He got to know a few of those there too - some he knew he could count on when the revolution began. He smiled and nodded his head and even sent a boy to the fortress kitchens to get food and drink for the men for breakfast. Just as they were sitting down to eat Amadeus spotted Mordred. His morning of manual labour and watching it, had calmed Amadeus somewhat. He gave the other male a nod of his head and went to meet him half-way, a half smile on his face as he tapped the side of his nose and pointed to a doorway that they could stand in out of the drizzly rain and talk without being overheard. "Good news. Arthur is to take me with him to speak with Merlin. He doesn't trust that other incompetent farce of a Captain to accompany him." the Optio said with a smile, spinning the tale the way he thought it should be spun - giving the right information but with his own twist to it... "I'm of two minds on whether or not you should come along for you see... " and Amadeus gave a devious smile here, his grey eyes looking over the courtyard towards the half-barracks, "Lancelot will be left in charge. It would be a good opportunity for you to stir things here for that dog... wouldn't you think?" |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:24 AM Post #35 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sun Oct 05, 2008 10:57 am Brendyn
Brendyn stood easily while Tyranus made friends with the young lady (Darya). It was unusual for the horse to make friends with anyone save for Brendyn and those the horse was familiar with, but this woman, Brendyn noted, had a gentle way with horses that drew the black Arabian to her. Dispite the hold on the reins, Tyranus nudged the woman as she reached out to pet the soft muzzle. While the lovely young woman made friends with the horse, Brendyn returned the nod of the more silent one with the startling blue eyes. They were both lovely, but Brendyn had not time for flirtatious persuits right now for he had to ready his horse for the mission. Jols had done a good job of making the horse ready with his trappings and all, but Brendyn wanted to double check everything. He leaned his spear against the stone wall close by, and placed the sword in the sheath connected to the saddle while he listened to the young lady speak again....
He looked up from his work, and saw that she was petting Tyranus with both hands while speaking to him. This lady had a remarkable effect on this animal. The horse's ears perked forward while she spoke as if understanding what she was saying. She had also asked the squire if he had anything...not that Tyranus needed anything at all, he just liked to mooch food from people. The young soldier laughed slightly, but warmly as he watched the interaction. Moving toward Tyranus's neck and giving it a good pat...
Brendyn looked at the young woman, and smiled proudly, "Aye, I did name him...after the god of thunder. I got him while I was at Aesica. They said he was not fit for duty, so they were going to..." Brendyn stopped and looked into the gentle face of his beloved horse. "anyway, I offered to train him for battle, and he has been with me ever since...he is a remarkable animal. under half Arabian and some other breeds mixed in..." He looked over again at the silent blue eyed woman, and was going to say something when she spoke...
As the blue eyed woman took her leave, Brendyn bowed to her politely, then turned back to the other woman as he checked the straps on Tyranus's harness as well as the breast plate that hooked on to the saddle. He took the loose lead from the bridle and connected the other end to the top of the breast plate so that a good amount was strapped between the underside of the bridle and the other half was connected to the ring above the plate. He looked out of the corner of his eye to see the young woman still petting the animal... "You know something of horses. He is not always so friendly around those he is not familiar with," Brendyn smiled warmly at her. He had not time for relationships, but he did have time to make a friend. "I am new to Badon Hill. I am Brendyn from the coast of Brittany." He picked up his spear in hand and began to check it for defects or any damage that would hender it's preformance should he need it. One never could tell, and it was good to be prepared. The one thing that had saved him time was that he already had his armor on as well as a clean tunic as he had gotten off of night watch on the wall shortly before coming to the meeting.... |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:26 AM Post #36 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Sun Oct 05, 2008 12:44 pm Jols Feeling a comforting pat from Neeve on his shoulder, the squire relaxed a bit mentally, as he no longer felt uncomfortable answering questions that he didn't have any answers for.
"That's ok, Darya. I think can understand why you're asking questions. I'd be the same way if our places were reversed. Apology accepted." The squire replied in an understanding and soothing tone of voice.
"Yep, I certanly do." He replied as he reached into a spare top pocket on his jacket, and pulled out a sugar cube which he then handed to her. "I always keep a few on me as rewards for good behavior when its time for them to be brushed down."
"Of course, Neeve." The Squire replied nodding his head polietly at her. |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:27 AM Post #37 |
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Author: Darya Date: Sun Oct 05, 2008 1:09 pm Neeve
The raven-haired woman gave the squire one of her rare smiles and a nod before she turned on her heels and walked away from the courtyard. Once out of sight, Neeve puffed out a breath as she marched towards the back entry of the infirmary with long strides. She had no intention to stay there for long, all the healer wanted was to pick up a few items that she would probably need for the person she intended to see. Slipping into one of the small storage rooms, the Briton picked up bandages and a small bowl, which she used to transport some other things. She always had a few herbs in the small pouch at her belt, thus there was no need to grab some of those as well. Once she had all she wanted, the raven-haired woman covered the small package with a bigger cloth and left the infirmary again, heading straight for… …the dungeons. Yes, Neeve intended to have another serious word with this Neeria person. The Briton reached the dungeons’ entry and walked down the stairs until she reached the guards. “Morning, gentlemen…”, she neutrally greeted the men, “…I’m here to see if the Woad’s still breathing…” “Why’s that of interest?”, one of the guards asked…and Neeve just shrugged her shoulders. “It’s my job…personally, I don't care, trust me...”, she just replied but had no further problems to pass the soldiers and move on to the Woad girl’s cell. One soldier followed her to open the door to the cell once they had reached it. The man then retreated a few steps but did stay in sight in case something would happen… Blue eyes glanced into the darkness of the tiny place, trying to make out the form of the small woman. “Still alive, Woad?”, she asked while leaning against the door frame and waited for an answer… |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:27 AM Post #38 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 4:39 am Ash The blonde-haired defector spewed one last pathetic rebuke, and a swift cut of a noble man's blade brought an end to her life. The two restraining Woads instantaneously released Mona and let her bide her few final seconds on Earth ingesting the release of her deceit and lies through the vat of her own blood pooling about her body. Ash lifted his dark gaze to gauge reactions from his kinsmen in the stretch of silence. No traces of horror nor shock lit across their features. He fathomed most, if not all of them, were just as relieved as he was to be done with it. The blonde conspirator had be rightly vanquished and would no longer plague their people with her poisons. Traitors died a traitor’s death, lest be it forgotten. He glanced toward Juna and caught her eye momentarily, exchanging a wordless acknowledgement with her, and then looked upon Merlin with silent fondness. What had been done had be necessary, but surely not easy, but with all things accounted for and emotion aside, his leader had managed to perform with a swift mercy in one hand and impartial justice in the other. When all was said and done, it was not the amount of victories nor conquers a man was remembered by in life, but his deeds and sacrifices. Merlin had shown Ash the true measure of a man. As the group of on-lookers began to disperse to clean up camp and the like, Ash rose his large hands to rest at Eala's shoulders and whirled her about to face him, peering down at the little blonde questioningly. He hadn't considered how this all might've affected her... |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:28 AM Post #39 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 5:22 am Eala Eala couldn't hear the pronouncements and words being spoken by Mona or Merlin. She was certain that Merlin was right and that Mona was wrong - it was her nature to be ever trusting of her leader and teacher, Merlin. The little blonde watched with a vigorous intensity, her mind going over what punishments were suitable and what should happen to people who could not be trusted the way Mona could not be trusted. Hate for Mona filled Eala - a terrible feeling for one so young but undeniably that is what it was that she felt. The woman had betrayed her people, she had betrayed Merlin and she should die for it. So Eala thought. So Eala would decree if it were her place to do so. However, as the child stood before Ash, protecting him - she watched with outrage as Mona spat at Merlin. Her little teeth were bared in a rictus of a snarl and her small fists curled up tightly, knuckles creaking with the strain. Eala shifted on her feet a little and glanced up at Ash. She looked beyond his unshaven chin to his dark eyes and nodded, affirmed in her own thoughts that Mona deserved death. She looked back just as Merlin took a knife to Mona's throat. Eala was by no means 'sheltered'. She had seen death and mutilation before. She had seen battle and she had inflicted terrible injuries upon her enemies - not killing half as many as she thought she thought, but certainly harming them, weakening them. But this was different... never had she seen death like this, never had she seen Merlin wield his authority in such a bloody fashion. And Eala was horrified by it. All her bravado and all of her strength crumbled as she watched the blood ooze from Mona's pale neck, bubbling as the woman tried to breathe and then she was dropped down onto the wet, cold ground. Merlin spoke but Eala's black eyes were transfixed on the corpse of Mona - horror paralysing the child's entire being. If she had had anything to eat recently it might have tried to come up again but as it was the child just stood staring as Mona's body twitched then became still. It was ridiculous but Eala raised accusing, tear-filled eyes to Merlin. Her chin wobbled a little and Ash's hands clamped over her shoulders. It brought the child out of her paralysis and she ducked her head, hoping Merlin had not seen the tears or accusation. Eala knew that this had been just - she knew that Mona had deserved it - but the child could not shake the shivery feeling from deep inside her bones. Without warning, Eala turned towards Ash's body, her head bowed and she nudged her head in between his elbow and his torso. Tears poured from her eyes, sorrow and pain and anguish - the tears she had not cried yet for Donnchadh, her beloved brother, came streaming down her cheeks. Her body convulsed with sobs that the child tried to keep silent. She wrapped her arms around Ash's middle as much as she could, careful of his injury, and shook her head, indicating that she didn't want anyone to see her, didn't want anyone to know she was crying. |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:29 AM Post #40 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:41 am Mona The world moved in slow motion. Merlin raised his hand and wiped the spit from his face. To Mona, it was her last victory - her last act of rebellion. To hell with all of them. To hell with Merlin and Juna, to hell with Neeria and to hell with that fucking Guinvere. Mona struggled one last time, knowing her fate was already sealed. Merlin's lip curled into an evil smile. He was mocking her and she knew it. Mona barely saw his arm as he raise it into an arc and swung, but suddenly she felt white hot pain explode beneath her chin, on her neck. She felt the warm stickiness of her lifeforce as it oozed down her chest. Mona lowered her head and through groggy, rolling eyes saw her blood splatter on the earth beneath her feet. The sound of running water filled her ears. With horror, she realized that it was her own blood running out of her body. Her knees buckled then and she fell to the ground. With much effort, she looked back up at Merlin, her eyes rolling about like marbles. She wanted to scream at him again but her voice was nothing more than gurgling sounds as she drowned in her own blood. Merlin suddenly disappeared and the world went dark just before her face hit the dirt. |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:30 AM Post #41 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:56 am Vanora Well, the day was not starting the way Vanora had imagined it would, but then, on the other hand, the fort was still recovering from loss of loved ones, damage to their buildings...even the ones that had been repaired from the last attack. It would take them a long time to recover. Vanora looked at Linnette who had turned slightly from her, and wished that she knew of someway to help, but she felt that all she had done was make things worse. Seeing Saoirse again was like bringing back times when things at the fort seemed so much more...well, in a sense happier somehow. It was good to have Tristan, Linnette and Saoise together again just like old times, but the only difference being the pain that manifested itself in different ways....or anger...or both....
Vanora almost smiled at Saoirse's reaction as if startled when the scout had first approached the counter, but she kept it to herself though perhaps a good laugh would have done a world of wonders to break up the saddened moment....
The lightened mood never came though, and Vanora received a tight-liped smile from the fiery red head. There was something different about Saoirse though Vanora could not really place it, though she could have guessed. It did not take Vanora long to piece together that by asking about Dagonet, that it would also bring up a delicate situation for Saoirse and Linnette. She kept quiet though and waited for the red head to answer the question as best as she could. Normally, Vanora liked to talk and hear gossip that could be used as informative news to those who would inquire...those she trusted.
Vanora noted the quick glance that skimmed over Tristan, to herself, then to Linnette, before the young woman continued to inquire about breakfast. Something that would fill up Dagonet? She smiled warmly at Saoirse as she replied, "Well we got in some supplies, so it'd be whatever he wished. How about some meat, eggs, fresh bread, and some fruit? That'd fill him up, though if he had not had a lot to eat in a few days, then perhaps something lighter...I know he detests porridge...." Vanora gave a slight smile recalling the times he had come in to order breakfast, and had avoided the porridge preferring an apple or some fruit and bread instead... |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:31 AM Post #42 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:59 am Neeria Neeria squatted as low as she could, pulling her loaned, too-big trousers far away from her body as she relieved herself in the hole that was dug deep in the cell floor in the far dark corner of the small, smelly cell . She groaned as the pain in her side ignited again. When she was finished her business, she stood and pulled up the trousers, turning over the waistband to take up the slack. She moved to the opposite end of the cell, careful not to step in the splattered remnants of her release. The woad scratched her head furiously. Her hair was matted and spotted with twigs, leaves and the gods only knew what else, probably fleas. Neeria could not remember the last time she'd had a bath, clean clothes and decent food. The small woman paced the cell, only taking 2 or 3 steps back and forth, when she heard voices outside the cell door. Neeria ran to the cell door and pressed her ear to it to see if she could make out what they were saying. Maybe it was Tristan! Maybe he had come back to take her to Arthur, bring her food or maybe even clean clothes. Suddenly, the key went into the lock and the door swung open. Neeria blink against the sudden light and raised her arm to cover her eyes. "Who is it?" she asked. "Tristan?"
It was a woman's voice. Blinking, Neeria's eyes began to get accustomed to the light. She recognized the woman as the woman who had been with Tristan the night before. "It would take more than this to kill me, lady" she replied. Neeria straightened herself but cringed because of the pain in her side. "Who are you and what do you want?" she asked the dark haired, blue-eyed woman staring at her in wonderment. |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:34 AM Post #43 |
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Author: Darya Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:54 am Darya
The female Sarmatian gave the squire a grateful look…grateful for him understanding her situation. Jols was such a loyal soul; no doubt Arthur was more than happy to have such a good trustworthy man as squire. But before Darya had the chance to say more, a dark horse apparently found it exciting to search her cloak for some sweets… And again it was Jols, who could help out as Darya herself had nothing on her to give the horse…
“Thank you…”, the Sarmatian said and took the sweets from Jols before offering them to the horse, which took them immediately. A warm smile spread on Darya’s lips as she watched the beast enjoy the snack. And then its owner spoke…and answered her earlier question about the horse’s name: Tyranus.
The dark-haired nodded pensively at the soldier’s words and gently tousled the horse’s mane. “They’re all special…each in their own way…”, Darya mused and tilted her head slightly. Caressing this strange horse reminded her that she had yet to continue her training with Círdan – without accidents hopefully – and to give Kahlan some movement as well. Briefly, the woman’s dark gaze flickered over to Casti, who after all was Círdan’s father. And her young stallion definitely had Daddy’s temper.
With that, Darya’s attention was back on the soldier and a corner of her mouth twitched slightly at his first comment. “Well, horses are and always have been a part of my life…”, she replied and gave Tyranus a final pat, “…it’s in my people’s blood…” The woman sighed quietly, deliberately pushing all emerging memories of her home country aside as she did so. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you, Brendyn. I hope you will find it acceptable here at Badon…”, the dark-haired added before turning towards Jols once more. “I take it you are riding out as well, yes?”, she wanted to know and nodded at the squire’s horse, “do you think you could have an eye on…him…for me?” This time, the Sarmatian subtly motioned towards Casti but never broke eye-contact with Jols. Perhaps the squire could at least make sure the Commander would not make his injury even worse…or maybe he would even let Jols check on it if necessary. “Please?”, Darya added quietly and brushed a strand of hair out of her face… Neeve
Neeve could not help but smirk slightly when those words reached her ears. Not exactly, she replied in thought only and was honestly amused by how obsessed with Tristan the Woad seemed to be. But then the girl apparently recognized her – more or less…
The Briton arched an eyebrow at the small woman but other than that did not move an inch from where she stood. “Really?”, she asked neutrally and let the tip of her tongue click against the back of her teeth, “…how long, do you think, you would last down here with that injury of yours, hm?” Only now did the raven-haired woman push herself away from the door-frame to step into the cell…but not before she had taken a torch from the corridor which she now lodged near the cell-door to have more light in the small place. Yet there was no way she would let the Woad out. Not after what she had learned about this forest creature last night… “I am many things…”, Neeve then said cryptically before unfolding the cloth that was covering the items she had brought to tend to the Woad’s injury…well, maybe at least…”, first and foremost I am a healer at this Fortress…” She paused and eyed the Woad in front of her closely. “I might be willing to ease your pain as best as I can… So what do you say?” |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:35 AM Post #44 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 10:04 am Malcus Barbattus Malcus watched Brendyn's reaction when Karl let the door close in Brendyn's face. To his credit, the young soldier didn't haul off and kick the shit out of Karl. Or at least try. Once they were gone, Malcus turned his attention back to his second and Quintus. The centurion cleared his throat before he began to speak.
Malcus waited patiently for Quintus to get his words together. Barbattus had always encouraged his men to voice their opinions as long as they were respectful and as long as they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Malcus had the last word.
Malcus stretched his long legs and crossed his ankles in front of him. He rubbed the side of his face and pursed his lips. "I see," he said. "And what about you, Titrus?" he asked, looking at the lieutenant. "I agree with Quintus, sir," Titrus replied. Malcus ran his hands through his dark thick hair. He knew Karl was trouble but he also felt confident in his decision. He was also confident that Quintus and Titrus could keep the rebel under control. And if they couldn't, they'd answer to Malcus and so would Karl. Malcus stood up suddenly, sticking his chest out and gripping the hilt of the dagger on his waist. "I appreciate your opinions men. Serving in the Roman army is not always easy. Neither of you earned your ranks by being pussies. Karl's a bastard, we all know that. But he's a tough son-of-a-whore when things get hot. He'll kick ass when he's motivated. I expect both of you to have balls enough to keep him reigned in. You out-rank him for Hadrian's sake! If he gets out of line, kick him back in. If you come crying back to me because you can't control him, then you'll answer to me and so will he. I'm not running a bunch of women here. Am I clear?" Titrus struck his chest and stood at attention. "Yes sir, captain!" Malcus sat back down and stretched his legs out again. "Now, would one of you tell me what the fuck happened here yesterday while I was gone and who am I going to flog for it?" |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:38 AM Post #45 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 1:23 pm Quintus
Quintus nodded sharply in response to Titrus's agreement. He was glad for the Lieutenant's support- but by all appearances, the Captain didn't seem about to change his mind. Barbattus ran a hand through his hair, then stood up suddenly and erupted into speech- with quite the same result Quintus had anticipated, though not hoped for. They were taking Karl, come hell or high water.
"Aye, Sir!" Quintus exclaimed crisply, standing up himself at perfect parade ground attention, eyes to the front. Inwardly, he was cursing- yes, Karl could be kept in line, but depending what mood he was in, it might not be easy. He was tough, Karl was, but Quintus could name a dozen soldiers who were just as tough, or almost, without the discipline problems that Karl had constantly evinced. What exactly the Captain's attachment to Karl was, Quintus didn't even pretend to understand. But officers did what officers did, sometimes with good results and sometimes with bad, and there was very little the grunts on the ground could do about it. Quintus had been in the army plenty long enough to have realized that.
Quintus blinked at that. He had fully expected to be summarily dismissed- and talking about what had happened yesterday was not Quintus's idea of a way to get back into Barbattus's good graces. He stole a glance at Titrus, wondering if the Lieutenant was going to speak up- but probably it would fall to Quintus himself to do that. He, after all, had been on the scene before Titrus. "The smaller Woad prisoner escaped yesterday, sir." Quintus kept his eyes front and delivered his report in a dispassionate tone. "She was assisted by another girl who distracted the guards at the dungeon entrance with some tale of her sister being attacked, sir. Those guards have had their rations cut for the next week and assigned menial duties for three weeks for leaving their posts. And the small side gate has been permanently blocked up to prevent further escapes, sir." Not moving an inch, Quintus waited for the Captain to question him further or dismiss him, as he chose. |
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