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October 2008
Topic Started: May 1 2010, 05:17 PM (3,219 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Darya
Date: Sun Oct 05, 2008 2:54 am
Darya and Neeve


Jols
 
"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."


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…

Brendyn
 
"Good morning, Jols. Ladies... Apologies, my lady.
Tyranus likes to receive sweets from ladies..."


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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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun Oct 05, 2008 4:23 am
Drake


Cassidy & Fleur
 
"Fleur...do you need to go to the latrine...?"

"Uh-uh,"

"Fleur..."

"Drake will leave! I gots lots more to tell him!"

"Well... I guess you better hurry up then..."


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.

Cassidy
 
"One of Fleur's many...attachments... He's coming back
today...promised to let her ride his horse or
something..."


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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Oct 05, 2008 9:03 am
Quintus


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."


Karl
 
"Aye."


Malcus
 
"What's on your mind, men?"


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

Saoirse
 
"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. I was just goin' t'collect
wha'ever ye've gone on for brekkie, Vanora. Somethin'
tha'll fill him up ye know."


"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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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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Author: lady ione
Date: Sun Oct 05, 2008 10:57 am
Brendyn


Darya
 
“Hey, you…”


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....

Darya
 
“That’s alright…” “…but I’m sorry, pretty, empty
pockets…”


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...

Darya
 
“Tyranus, hm? Such a dark name… Did you name him this?”


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...

Neeve
 
“Well, Darya…gentlemen…if you’d excuse me now…” “I have
to meet someone before this second missions starts…”


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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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.

Darya
 
“I’m sorry, Jols. I just…”


"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.

Darya
 
“Do you happen to have anything for this one?”


"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."

Neeve
 
“Well, Darya…gentlemen…if you’d excuse me now…” “I have
to meet someone before this second missions starts"


"Of course, Neeve." The Squire replied nodding his head
polietly at her.
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Author: Darya
Date: Sun Oct 05, 2008 1:09 pm

Neeve


Jols
 
"Of course, 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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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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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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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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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....

Tristan
 
“How’s Dag?”


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....

Saoirse
 
"Feck ye.."


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.

Saoirse
 
"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." "I was just goin' t'collect
wha'ever ye've gone on for brekkie, Vanora. Somethin'
tha'll fill him up ye know."


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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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?"

Neeve
 
“Still alive, Woad


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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Author: Darya
Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:54 am
Darya


Jols
 
"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 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…

Jols
 
"Yep, I certainly do. I always keep a few on me as
rewards for good behavior when its time for them to be
brushed down."


“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.

Brendyn
 
"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...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..."


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.

Brendyn
 
"You know something of horses. He is not always so
friendly around those he is not familiar with. I am new
to Badon Hill. I am Brendyn from the coast of Brittany."


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

Neeria
 
"Who is it? Tristan?"


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…

Neeria
 
"It would take more than this to kill me, lady. Who are
you and what do you want?"


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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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.

Quintus
 
"Captain...Karl's not..."


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.

Quintus
 
"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."


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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 1:23 pm
Quintus


Malcus
 
"I see. And what about you, Titrus?"


Titrus
 
"I agree with Quintus, sir."


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.

Malcus
 
"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
 
"Yes sir, Captain!"


"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.

Malcus
 
"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?"


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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