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October 2008
Topic Started: May 1 2010, 05:17 PM (3,218 Views)
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 1:45 pm

Arthur


Arthur had not wanted to think on what might have kept
Lancelot from properly washing last night. That was no longer
the Commander’s business – how his lieutenant chose to spend
his private time….but deep down in the darkest corners of his
heart, Arthur still longed to be a part of that. It seemed
like a lifetime ago – when he and Lancelot would sit in this
very room talking together, completely content in each other’s
company….the strongest of bonds had formed between them then
and Arthur had sworn that…..I have broken that vow.

The silence in the space between them was deafening. Yet, a
bird chirped somewhere outside the window and the flames in
the hearth continued their soft crackling sound in complete
indifference to the two men. Arthur felt Lancelot’s hands
still where they lay on his stomach and the small of his back.
The Commander looked expectantly to his friend – yes, still –
while the other man took his time to respond. Lancelot made a
small nonsensical sound that was unreadable to Arthur which
only added to his apprehension in awaiting Lancelot’s answer.

Lancelot slowly removed his hands from Arthur’s fresh
bandage….and the Sarmatian appeared to be strangely focused on
them instead of what the Roman had just spoken of….Arthur’s
arms mimicked Lancelot’s movements as his hands fell loosely
to his sides.

Lancelot
 
"With child…..and let me guess who the proud father is
….Jesu, Arthur…..your child?"


Arthur’s green eyes remained fixed on Lancelot’s odd
expression, but his right hand moved as the Roman seemed to
subconsciously sense the other man’s hands would not be
stilled. Arthur’s fingers found Lancelot’s aberrantly
trembling hand and closed over the Sarmatian’s knuckles to
steady him. He searched Lancelot’s nearly black eyes for some
indication of why the other man’s tone had been accusing in
nature.

“Yes, my child….and I am as surprised by this news as you are,
my friend,” Arthur answered with more than a small amount of
trepidation. He wisely released his hold on Lancelot’s hand,
turned back to the dresser and reached for the clean tunic
he’d retrieved from the drawer earlier. Arthur tugged on the
garment only groaning once at the discomfort of the motion and
then turned to fully face Lancelot again. The dark knight’s
angular and heavily shadowed features still seemed to stare
back at Arthur in an accusing manner…..why was….and then a
thought popped into Arthur’s head…a terrifying thought….did
Arthur have it all wrong? Had it all been a great lie?

“What am I missing here, Lancelot?” Arthur asked the question
pointedly, eyes narrowing as he moved closer again. He cocked
his head questionably to the side. Arthur could hear his heart
beat suddenly and loudly echoing in his ears as his pulse
rapidly soared. His mind’s eye flashed back on that
night….when Arthur had interrupted them…..when it had ended
for Arthur. So be it.

“Is the child even mine? Is there any chance this child is
yours? Tell me Lancelot…I must know the truth,” Arthur
precisely demanded without raising the level of his voice. The
Roman was a master at controlled anger. However, his green
eyes were alive with the fury of a thunder storm betraying his
true emotions. His adrenalin flowed through his veins like a
raging river easily washing away Arthur’s feelings of physical
weaknesses. He would damned well know the truth…now.

Was this God’s punishment for Arthur’s sins? It would
certainly be fitting; the perfect punishment for attempting to
love them both. Arthur suddenly felt a wave of nausea wash
over his senses and he had to work hard at keeping his
composure. His gaze fell to Lancelot’s mouth; awaiting the
answer that would either make or break what was left between
them as it came from the other man’s lips. ….and the world
that Arthur had known halted on its axis.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 1:57 pm
Jols


Watching as Darya fed Tyranus the sugar cubes, Jols was glad
that he could help her out at least a little bit with what
little information he was able to glean from the Scout that
night.

After speaking to Brendyn he saw that she'd turned slightly
and was glancing over at him and Gypsi who was also saddled up
for the mission.

Darya
 
“I take it you are riding out as well, yes?” “do you
think you could have an eye on…him…for me?” . “Please?”


"Yes, Darya. That I am." "Of course, I'll keep an eye on him
as best that I'm able to out there. You know you don't even
need to ask me that, lady." He replied softly walking closer
to the dark-haired and gently squeezing her shoulder in silent
understanding as he'd caught her subtle glance at Casti.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 6:14 pm
Neeria


Neeria stared at the woman in front of her and the ominous
guard looming some distance behind her. The woad again had the
impression that the woman was not Roman. Was she a native
Britton also? If so, why was she here?

Neeve
 
“Really?…how long, do you think, you would last down
here with that injury of yours, hm?”


Neeria blinked but didn't speak. The wound in her side was
badly infected. She'd checked it herself and she knew that
without treatment soon, she would surely die. She wasn't
feverish yet, but it was just a matter of time. The despair of
her situation was taking its toll on the small woman. The
woman dark-haired woman moved a little closer to Neeria. That
small movement, the closeness of another human being, a woman,
made Neeria's heart leap. The healer smelled of herbs and
cleaness. She smelled of wild jasmin. Neeria closed her eyes
and cherished the smells flooding her senses.

Neeve
 
“I am many things…well, maybe at least…first and
foremost I am a healer at this Fortress...I might be
willing to ease your pain as best as I can… So what do
you say?”


Neeria's breath caught in her throat. The events of the past
few days suddenly came crashing down around her at this
woman's offer of assistance and kindness. The death of Mikel,
her subsequent capture and the lonliness and isolation she
felt in this small, stinky cell squeezed Neeria's will and
resolve. Thoughts of her beloved Merlin, her best friends,
Guinevere and Mona, swirled about in her itchy head. Neeria's
strength faltered as she looked into the blue eyes of the
healer in front of her. The exhaustion choked her emotions and
the woad suddenly fell to floor. Hot tears began to sting her
eyes and a sob threatened to escape. Neeria didn't trust
herself to speak. She hung her head but could not hold back
any longer. She sobbed with such ferocity that her body quaked
as she gasped for breath. Her cries sounded like those of a
trapped animal. Neeria cried that way, doubled over, for a
while until she was able to raise her head to the woman.

"Thank you," she said softly and cried some more.









Malcus Barbattus and Titrus

Malcus gritted his teeth as he listened to Quintus. This was
the part of the meeting that he'd not looked forward to. An
escaped prisoner? Under his guard? Somebody's head would roll
for it. The mission mishap was bad enough, having to serve
punishment, but this too?

Malcus eye-balled both men, wondering how they would explain.
They both looked uneasy, but it was Quintus who spoke up
first. Malcus shot a glance at Titrus, his disappointment that
the higher ranking officer hadn't spoken first. Barbattus
would deal with him in a minute. Quintus stood straight and
laid out the facts, keeping his eyes focused on something
behind the captain's head and maintaining a steady, even tone.

Quintus
 
"The smaller Woad prisoner escaped yesterday, sir. 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."


"WHO helped her?" the captain bellowed, jumping to his feet.
"Have you caught the little BITCH?" he screamed.

Barbattus pinched the bridge of his nose. Never before had
anyone escaped from his prison. He looked at Quintus,
Barbattus' heavy breathing causing his nostrils to flare.

Titrus knew that all hell was getting ready to break loose as
soon as the captain asked what happened the previous day. How
on earth would Titrus explain?

"And you!" Malcus shouted, turning quickly toward Titrus. "Where
the fuck were you? Jerking off somewhere?"

Malcus glared at the two men, red-faced.

"So lieutenant, you don't have the balls to speak up for
yourself? You let Quintus put his neck out for you, eh?"
Barbattus roared.

Titrus cringed. The captain didn't know how close to the truth
he was. Titrus certainly couldn't tell his superior that he'd
been banging a whore when the little woad girl escaped. While
the lieutenant struggled to come up with an explanation,
Quintus, good man that he was, spoke up. Titrus' gratitude
however was quickly dashed when Malcus lambasted him for not
speaking up first.

"Both of you have failed and for that, you will be punished.
You will have curfew for a week. You'll do nothing else but
your assigned duty and then sequester to your room until your
next shift. You will wash, shit, eat and sleep in your rooms.
Each of you will cover 2 24-hour watch periods. One when you
come back and one the week after that. I will inspect that
gate myself and it had better be sturdy. You are lucky today
that I do not whip both of you. And you, Titrus, will clean
the officer's latrines. Then maybe you will appreciate what it
is to be an officer and not let a subordinate speak for you."

Malcus stared at both of them.

Titrus stifled the groan that wanted to escape his lips. The
captain was furious. Rightfully so, he figured, but pulling 2
24-hour watches would be brutal and cleaning the officer's
latrines would be demeaning. But it was still better than
telling Malcus that he was off somewhere while he should have
been on watch.

"Now if there is nothing else, get the fuck out of here and
suit up to ride out!"

Titrus waited for Quintus to move first, then headed toward
the door.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:05 pm
Brendyn


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."


Darya
 
“Thank you…”


Brendyn watched the horse gratefully take the sweet treat from
the lady's hand as though he had known her for a long while.
Tyranus was joyfully munching on the sweet while watching for
the young woman's next move, or the squire's. The horse just
loved to be spoiled at the hands of anyone who saw fit to
spoil him, and he was clearly enjoying it now. Brendyn held on
to the reins easily while stroking the soft coat of fur on the
animal's neck. He could not imagine what would happen if he
ever lost Tyranus to battle, but then that was always a fear
of going into battle. They had been through a lot...

"Well, it looks like his is clearly enjoying all of this being
spoiled and such," Brendyn gave both the Squire and the lady a
warm soft laugh. The horse worked hard enough, so he deserved
to be spoiled a bit. The young man's eyes fell on the other
horses that awaited riders. There was a magnificent white one,
and the others...All very splendid animals indeed...including
Tyranus who was coal black with a white marking on his front
leg like a sock. The young soldier listened as the young woman
spoke again. She appearently seemed to like horses as much as
he did. Tyranus rubbed his head against the lady's arm as she
left her fingers play through his mane...

Darya
 
“They’re all special…each in their own way…” “Well,
horses are and always have been a part of my life…”
“…it’s in my people’s blood…”


"Your people's blood? Then you must be Sarmatian," Brendyn
almost felt stupid for a moment. Of course she was Sarmatian
as they were the only tribes whose lives were tied to horses:
The legends, their fame for being master horsemen...He admired
them deep down. He had been well taught in how to throw a
spear from the back of a galloping horse, but had seen the
knights fight off the woads and they could even shoot arrows
from the back of a galloping horse and hit the target. "I
admire the battle skills of the Sarmatian knights. They have
very useful tactics that I would love to learn and incorporate
them into my own skills..." His voice faded as he caught the
distant glance in her lovely face, and wondered what she was
thinking of, but then it was probably none of his business.
Pointing his chin toward the white horse next to Jols, he
asked the squire, "Who's horse would that be? They are all
fine animals."

Tyranus stomped his hoof just then and nudged Brendyn who
moved to the front of the animal and took its face gently in
his hand and stroking the soft muzzle, "You are a fine horse
as well, my friend, but you must let others take in some
admiration as well." Tyranus bobbed his head up and down as if
he understood turning a gentle brown eye back to Jols who had
given the lady the sweet, then looked at the woman, ears
perked forward....

Darya
 
“And it’s a pleasure to meet you, Brendyn. I hope you
will find it acceptable here at Badon…”


"Thank you. My stay here has been exciting so far, and I have
met some of the men I'll be working with...all of them very
fine men....though I have not really met my new Commander yet.
Commander Antonius had nothing but good things to say about
Commander Castus. By the way, I have not asked your name," He
reached up and adjusted the bridle strap a bit, turning his
attention back to checking over the trappings and making sure
he had all of the provisions required for the mission, while
the lady turned back to Jols. Brendyn tried not to eaves drop,
but she was asking the squire to watch over someone? He
recalled Malcus's words to him, and he had vowed to himself
then that he'd guard everyone with his life, especially the
Commander.

While Jols and the lady talked, Brendyn's watchful eyes
scanned the area for Karl, the grim soldier who had showed so
much disrespect to Captain Malcus and the others assembled at
the meeting. There was something about the man that just did
not sit right with the young man, and he had made it a point
of keeping an eye on the man so that there'd be no trouble.
"Jols, it is good to see you again." He had been so happy to
find someone who liked horses as much as he did that he had
forgotten to greet the Squire, or had he already?
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Author: Darya
Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 7:47 am
Darya


Brendyn
 
Your people's blood? Then you must be Sarmatian. I admire the battle skills of the Sarmatian knights. They have very useful tactics that I would love to learn and incorporate them into my own skills..."


Darya glanced to the ground and licked her lips stiffly when
Brendyn spoke of his obvious admiration for her kinsmen. The
dark-haired was proud of her parentage, very proud
actually…yet such kind words were not heard very often on this
island; even though it were exactly those outstanding riding
and fighting skills that had made Rome decide to 'recruit'
Sarmatians into their army. It felt good to hear at least some
Britons actually voicing some sort of respect for her people.

“Horses are the most loyal friends…”, the woman then said,
“…but let me tell you something: the myth that we are actually
born on horseback is not to be taken literally…” Only now did
Darya look up again to meet Brendyn’s gaze. “The knights of
Badon Hill belong to the very best. Watch them closely and you
can learn a lot…”, she added in a very serious voice as she
meant every word of what she had just said. She had seen them
fight in battle…and had fought alongside them as well and
therewith knew what she as talking about when giving Brendyn
this…advice…

Brendyn
 
"Thank you. My stay here has been exciting so far, and I
have met some of the men I'll be working with...all of
them very fine men....though I have not really met my
new Commander yet. Commander Antonius had nothing but
good things to say about Commander Castus. By the way, I
have not asked your name,"


At the mention of Arthur’s name, the Sarmatian’s dark eyes
sparkled for a moment. “You are lucky to have been transferred
to this fortress”, Darya replied and lifted a hand to brush a
strand of hair out of her face, “…as you will serve under a
good man’s command. Your former Commander has certainly told
you the truth…” Then the woman paused and pulled her dark
cloak a bit tighter about her body. She was freezing slightly
but would never admit that. Not openly at least. “And I’m…”,
she continued but hesitated for a moment while recalling where
Brendyn had served before. He had said Aesica, right? Not
Alavana… It should be alright for him to know her name.
“…Darya…” She gave him a wry faint smile before turning
towards Jols to ask him for this one very personal favour…

Jols
 
"Yes, Darya. That I am. Of course, I'll keep an eye on
him as best that I'm able to out there. You know you
don't even need to ask me that, lady."


The dark-haired glanced down at the squire’s hand on her
shoulder and even briefly covered it with her own. “I know…I
know…it’s just…ah well…”, she replied with a wry smile and met
the man’s gaze, “…and how often do I have to remind you that
you don’t have to call me 'lady', hm?” Darya gave Jols a
friendly wink and just when she wanted to add something,
Brendyn addressed the squire…

Brendyn
 
"Who's horse would that be? They are all fine animals."


The female Sarmatian turned her head to see which horse the
soldier was referring to…and she bit her lower lip when she
noticed that it was Casti. The white stallion was indeed an
attention-catcher… And one day, Círdan would step into his
father’s hooves; she had no doubt about that. However, Darya
tilted her head a little and waited for Jols to answer; if he
chose to…









Neeve

What then happened was way beyond what Neeve had expected. She
was prepared for some smartass comment or some snarky
remark…but instead, the Woad just stared at her for what
seemed to be an age… And then…then the small woman collapsed
right in front of her, went to the ground…and cried.

The raven-haired healer furrowed her brow and watched the
strange scene before her. She had no idea how she should
react. Such highly emotional situations always made her feel
somewhat lost. Empathy was not exactly her greatest strength.
And after all, this prisoner had tried to kill Arthur! That
Woad should be glad that she had actually decided to tend to
her injury. Neeve was pretty sure that no one in the Fortress
would have actually mourned this woman’s death…

Neeria
 
"Thank you,"


By the Gods, those words made Neeve feel even more
uncomfortable. Alright, that’s enough, she thought and raked
her free hand through her short hair and turned a little to
peek out of the cell, scanning the corridor for a bucket with
water. Luck was with her as there was indeed a small bucket
sitting conveniently opposite the cell’s door. The healer
picked it up and carried it into the cell, deliberately
ignoring the guard’s questioning glance.

Then the Briton hunkered down beside the Woad, placing bucket
and the small bowl with her items next to her. Neeve
discreetly cleared her throat. “Uhm…okay, let me see that
wound of yours, okay?”, she quietly addressed the other woman.
“What kind of weapon caused it…Neeria?”, the healer added and
for the first time cautiously used the prisoner’s name…
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 8:06 am
Karl


Karl walked into the stables and looked around. Everyone in
the area stopped their conversation and looked at the blond
Roman, their mouths slightly open at the sight of him.

Karl saw the new soldier....what was his name...and rolled his
eyes at him again, smirking. He saw Jols and a woman Karl
recognized as a Sarmatian bitch, the female version of the
Sarmatian dog.

Karl stomped over to his horse's stall and flipped the latch,
opening the gate. Brutus whickered and twitched his ears as
Karl rubbed the horse's velvet nose. As much of a brute as he
was, Karl was kind and gentle to his horse. Brutus was Karl's
one and only friend. The Roman reached into a small pouch
hanging on his side and pulled out some treats for Brutus,
still stroking the horses nose with his other hand. Then he
patted the small flask of ale he had hidden inside of his
jacket. As Karl walked the horse out to the middle of the
stable, he walked around him, checking his pack.

"Is this what you call preparing a horse?" he suddenly yelled
at Jols. "A child could do better than this!"

The angry blond began adjusting various things on the horse -
his bridle, the saddle and trappings. Karl muttered and
mumbled to himself as he went about his task, silently daring
anyone to say anything to him. He wished the others would
hurry up, including Castus, so they could get on with it!
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Author: lady ione
Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 9:27 am
Brendyn


Brendyn was honest in his opinions of the Sarmatians, and he
hoped that she was not offeneded by what he had said. They
were remarkable fighters, and even though he served Rome,
Brendyn always believed in giving a compliment where a
compliment was due. He had not missed the sparkle of pride
that shone in her lovely dark eyes either...

Darya
 
“Horses are the most loyal friends…” “…but let me tell
you something: the myth that we are actually born on
horseback is not to be taken literally…”


Her dark eyes met his, and he was not afraid to meet those
lovely eyes, eyes that seemed to sparkle in the dim light over
partially sunny day. Clouds had moved fast over the face of
the sun, allowing it to peek out every once in a while. Rain
was threatening, and Brendyn could feel a few drops, though he
did not mind the rain. Brendyn continued to hold her gaze
while, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the dower soldier
move into the stables after sending an icy glance their
way....

Darya
 
“The knights of Badon Hill belong to the very best.
Watch them closely and you can learn a lot…”


"I will, lady. They are the finest fighters I have seen, and I
have no doubt that I can learn much from them," Brendyn
smiled, his gaze not wavering.

Darya
 
“You are lucky to have been transferred to this
fortress” “…as you will serve under a good man’s
command. Your former Commander has certainly told you
the truth…” “And I’m…” “…Darya…”


Darya....at least I have a name to go by... He was going to
say more, but had decided to allow the squire and Darya time
to talk. He had much to go back over as far as the trappings
and such. One could never check them enough, as well as the
supplies, weapons needed and such. As he went about checking
over every detail, Brendyn could not help but sneak a gaze
over to the man who was now petting his horse, and....

Darya
 
“I know…I know…it’s just…ah well…” “…and how often do I
have to remind you that you don’t have to call me
'lady', hm?”


Brendyn allowed himself a smile while he checked on the cinch
belt under the saddle, and felt that it could be tightened a
bit more, but not too much. He left the sturrup flap fall down
while he made a mental note that he would call her Darya
instead of Lady. It was always due to manners that Brendyn
addressed men "Sir", especially those he served under, and the
women he always addressed as "lady".

He stood up and checked all of the saddle bags that were
attached as well...food enough for the mission, a few clothes,
and then he went to check his weapons again and drew out the
sword...for a moment, he missed his friends and his Commander.
Antonius had been a hard tough as nails bastard at times, but
he did teach Brendyn some good fighting skills and had given
him the transfer here to Badon. Moving around to the other
side by Jols and Darya, Brendyn looked back over at the
magnificent stallion that almost looked silver in the gray
light. Remembering that he had asked a question of the Squire,
Brendyn waited for an answer patiently, when suddenly...

Karl
 
"Is this what you call preparing a horse?" "A child
could do better than this!"


Brendyn shot a glance the man's way, but chose not to say
anything. He had served under a man such as this while he was
still in Brittany, and it had always been best to just ignore
the man. In his mind, he recalled the painful punishment he
had gotten because the man, Markus, had lied about something
Brendyn had not done, but his superior had believed the man
and Brendyn took the punishment. The soldier had died a horrid
death in a battle shortly after, and Brendyn was glad to see
Markus die. With a sigh, the young soldier turned his back on
the angry soldier. This soldier could run his reputation here,
but Brendyn was not about to do anything stupid in this
situation. He was proud to serve Rome, and though he knew he'd
make mistakes and that he was far from perfect, fighting with
this man was not worth risking all he had worked so hard
for.....

He had done many things wrong since he had been here at Badon,
but surely coming to a woman's defense if someone threatened
to kill or harm her was not a bad thing. He changed his
position so that he could watch both of his friends, while
being able to keep an eye on the other man, and working on the
trappings and such on the other side of the horse. The man's
attitude also made Brendyn more determined than ever to
protect Arthur and the others riding out...
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 11:06 am
Jols


Seeing Darya glance briefly down at his hand on her shoulder
before feeling her cover his hand with her own in response.

Darya
 
“I know…I know…it’s just…ah well…”, “…and how often do I
have to remind you that you don’t have to call me
'lady', hm?”


"There's really no need to explain, Darya." Jols replied
seeing that she was trying hard and failing to find the right
words to finish her sentence. "Point taken, Darya. I'll try to
keep that in mind for the future." The Squire grinned happily
as her playful teasing hit home.

Brendyn
 
"Who's horse would that be? They are all fine animals."


Following the direction with his eyes that Brendyn pointed at
with his chin towards the white horse standing next to him,
Jols glanced back at his friend. "That's the Commanders'
horse. You're right in that comment, Brendyn."

Brendyn
 
"Jols, it is good to see you again."


"Its good to see you again, too, Brendyn." The Squire replied
to his friend with a grin.

Karl
 
"Is this what you call preparing a horse?" "A child
could do better than this!"


Jols heard the other soldier yell out at him but as he'd run
into enough people like him in his past before being lucky
enough to be placed safely under Arthur's command, even though
the barbed comment stung, the Squire denied the soldier the
pleasure of replying to it and pretended that he'd not even
heard it. Instead, the Squire concentrated on his friends'
company.

Maybe I will have a child do it and then see if you can tell
the difference Jols thought before totally ignoring the angry
new-comer.
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Author: Darya
Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 11:28 am
Darya


Jols
 
"There's really no need to explain, Darya. Point taken, Darya. I'll try to keep that in mind for the future.  That's the Commanders' horse."


The dark Sarmatian even managed to breathe a quiet laugh at
the squire’s reply. Not only was Jols the most loyal person,
he also had a great sense of humour. “I’m sure you will”, she
said and cocked her head to the other side.

Then Jols replied to Brendyn’s question about Casti…and she
nodded at the older man’s words and glanced over at Brendyn to
see how he would react. However, a rough voice interrupted
them…

Karl
 
"Is this what you call preparing a horse? A child could
do better than this!"


Dark eyes narrowed and Darya needed only an instant to see who
had spoken…no, yelled into their direction. One of the older
Roman soldiers and the grumpiest one around. Karl, if she
remembered correctly. She had avoided him as best as
possible…and hearing him address Jols in such a mean way gave
her every reason to keep this behavior up. The Sarmatian
wrinkled her nose at the old soldier before glancing at the
squire again. “Ignore him…”, she murmured, “…he doesn’t know
what he’s talking about, no doubt…”
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 1:08 pm
Jols


When Darya heard the comment he watched her reaction to who it
was that yelled it at him. Seeing her wrinkle up her nose at
the new person entering the courtyard, he got the impression
that she'd run into the likes of him before.

Darya
 
“Ignore him…”, “…he doesn’t know what he’s talking
about, no doubt…”


"Oh I plan to, Darya. No doubt there. Since he doesn't seem to
like the way that I did it, I'll let him do his own horse from
now on as there are a few knights' and soldiers' horses that I
don't do." Jols replied with an indifferent expression on his
face to what had been yelled over at him.

"Although, I bet that if a child did do it he'd still say
the same thing." The Squire commented as his indifferent
expression changed to one of mischievious humor as a grin
appeared lighting up his face followed by a soft laugh at the
thought that he just had.

"I take it that you've run into him before?" Jols queried his
friend quietly. Knowing that the dark-haired could handle
herself in a fight, he didn't say anything about warning her
but unable to help himself still said something to her anyway.

"Becareful around him, ok, Darya. Don't want you getting hurt
at his hands. I'd have to answer to the Commander then if
something did." The Squire replied in a slightly
warning/playful tone as his sparkling eyes slightly destroyed
the serious tone in his voice.
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Author: Darya
Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 1:24 pm
Darya


Jols
 
"Oh I plan to, Darya. No doubt there. Since he doesn't
seem to like the way that I did it, I'll let him do his
own horse from now on as there are a few knights' and
soldiers' horses that I don't do. Although, I bet that
if a child did do it he'd still say the same thing."


The dark Sarmatian smirked slightly and dared another glance
into Karl’s direction. “You are probably right about that”,
she said and shrugged her shoulder slightly, “keep me updated
on how he handles the new situation then…” Then Darya shook
her head in slight amusement…ye trying to not make it too
obvious since she did not intend to upset the old grumpy
soldier even more than he usually was anyway…

Jols
 
"I take it that you've run into him before? Be careful
around him, ok, Darya. Don't want you getting hurt at
his hands. I'd have to answer to the Commander then if
something did."


“Well, in all truth, so far I’ve preferred to avoid him…”, the
woman replied and a corner of her mouth twitched slightly,
“…but thank you for your concern, Jols… I’ll certainly keep it
in mind.” Then Darya paused for a moment and inhaled some
fresh air. “The same goes for you though…try to not get into
too much trouble. Especially not with him…”, she added and met
the squire’s gaze, noticing that the expression in his eyes
did not match the tone of his voice. He was not joking…he was
serious about every single word in his warning. To signalize
him that she understood, the Sarmatian nodded slightly…but did
not say any more…
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 1:52 pm

Mirtha


There where other places that he could think off now. Other
and better places to be right now.

Not here, not now... where woman's cries where cut with the
beating of his own troubled heart. Where life was taken in the
blink of the eye. So young and innocent life... Mirtha watched
this all in horror, but his face was straight.

In fact he had heard before of a woman who lost a child. Hell!
His own mother once said she've lost her child in a
childbirth. There was a time when his mother regretted
probably it wasn't Mirtha himself... He felt that thought of
his mother in her suspicious and angry eyes.

Mirtha heard soft moans from Ione, but in truth he could do
nothing about it, even if it cut deep into his body and heart
as a knife. It was so damn difficult...

Gods! First Thorn... know this he thought to himself as Ione's
body tensed more.

There was blood soaking trough material and Mirtha frowned in
worry. He was not a healer.

Damn! He could only stay and watch. He didn't know how to
comfort Ione. He felt like out of place in fact.

In a brief moment Mirtha looked down at his hand joined with
Ione's. She squeezed it hard with a screem. Mirtha didn't even
wince at it. She got power! But if she needed this, so be it.
There was more blood... There was more pain...

Mirtha felt trapped.

And then she just let him go. Mirtha was looking anywhere than
Ione's pained face. It was too much... But he had said he
would not go anywhere.

Linnesse
 
"C...can you prop her up a little? Maybe?"


Nun
 
"Yes, help her, please,"


"What?" he had only uttered in surprise and shok before he
looked at Linnesse face. "Oh! Of course..."

He already moved in to help and tried as best as he could,
even if he knew that he could little, if not nothing at all.
After long time of pain and cries... there was it... the baby
was out. Mirtha had never seen something like that before. It
was a pure nightmare only watching... Ione had to be in great
torture... And the finalle of it did not bring any happiness.
It brought tears and sadness upon Ione, Linnesse and the nun.
Mirtha felt it too... but the sadness mixed with guilty and
worry made him just close his eyes briefly and lower his head
in grief. His face was without any emotions...

He will have to get drunk pretty much to forgett all of this
blood, screams and death.

Ione
 
”A boy...Ian...a girl...Anne...want to see my baby...hold it...I want...to name...him
Ian....after...my father...had considered...you and...Derfel as godparents...”


He just stood there, motionless... meaningless. What was he
doing now? What will he do at all about this? Could he do
anything at all?

Ione was saying her goodbye and Mirtha could only stand there
and listen with squeezed heart.

Sister Margaret
 
“Are you the father? Or is there someone else we should
notify?”


A father????

Mirtha looked up and still there was no emotion upon his face.
What does that question mean? He? A father?

That was something laughable! But not in this situation. He
just oppened his mouth to speak, when Ione's weak voice broke
in.

Ione
 
'Adian...he is a life long friend who came here to the
fort to work...he use to work...for my father on the
farm...'


Poor kid - Mirtha thought looking at the lifeless form of a
dead child. He will never taste real life.

Ione was starting to panic... She talked about the burial and
such things. Mirtha sadly shook his head and kneeled before
her. Looked into her eyes, but no words came out. He sighed
deeply and stood up helpless... He wanted to help but could
not find any words.

"Fuck..." he uttered under his breath and walked a few steps
backwards.

He felt lost...

What could he do right now?
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 5:18 pm
Quintus


Malcus
 
"WHO helped her? Have you caught the little BITCH?"


“No, sir,” Quintus snapped out stiffly, his eyes fixed
relentlessly straight ahead. This wasn’t going to be pretty.
When the Captain’s blood was up, it was up. Fortunately, at
least for Quintus, his immediate ire moved quickly on to
Lieutenant Titrus.

Malcus
 
"And you! Where the fuck were you? Jerking off
somewhere? So, Lieutenant, you don't have the balls to
speak up for yourself? You let Quintus put his neck out
for you, eh? Both of you have failed, and for that you
will be punished. You will have curfew for a week.
You'll do nothing else but your assigned duty and then
sequester yourself in your room until your next shift.
You will wash, shit, eat and sleep in your rooms. Each
of you will cover 2 24-hour watch periods. One when you
come back and one the week after that. I will inspect
that gate myself and it had better be sturdy. You are
lucky today that I do not whip both of you. And you,
Titrus, will clean the officer's latrines. Then maybe
you will appreciate what it is to be an officer and not
let a subordinate speak for you. Now if there is nothing
else, get the fuck out of here and suit up to ride out!"


“Yes, sir!” Quintus barked in response, tossing off a precise
salute and then spinning sharply around and heading for the
door. It could have been worse- at least he hadn’t drawn
latrine duty- but curfew for a week? How was he supposed to
keep an eye on his men after hours if he had to stay in his
damn room all damn the time? Well, at least the Captain had
said nothing about prohibiting female company in said room.

“I’m off to get my things, sir- be at the stables in a
minute,” he informed the Lieutenant as they exited the
building and found themselves back in the chilly winter
outdoors. Quintus found it too uncomfortable to meet Titrus’s
eye- he felt a little ashamed that Titrus had been assigned
mucking duties and he had not, though he didn’t wish them on
himself, not by any means. It was just…awkward, to be chewed
out like that and then see a superior take a greater
punishment. Especially a superior who had had even less blame
in the whole thing than he had.

“Back soon,” he added uncomfortably, and then turned and
jogged off towards his room and the breastplate he had left
half polished on the bed.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 5:41 pm
Tatiana


Feeling something nudge the side of her bed hard, she sat up
having heard the door swing open and a box lid open up with a
hard bang.

Adian
 
"So why are you not at work in the stables? Ya feeling
ill or something?"


"Hello to you too. No, I'm fine, thanks. I've got a later
shift at the stables, so I've been busy here, Adian."

She said sitting up and tossing the sheets and blankets off of
her lithe form. Her dark auburn hair fell in curls and waves
about her shoulders and throat almost like a live animal.
Wearing a short one-piece tan colored tunic that opened at the
throat and went down to the tops of her knees where it ended
in a short skirt.

"Are you ok? Do you hurt anywhere? Anything I can do to help?"
She asked concern in her voice as she glanced sideways at
Adian, since he looking like a living thundercloud complete
with the lightning and rain on its way. She got out of bed and
looked up at him, carefully working her way through the
situation as she shyly bit at her lower lip, feeling like a
little girl trying to please her Uncle or Father.

"I wasn't sure if you had had anything to eat before you left
here, so I made you a little lunch its waiting for you on the
low table, with a skin of fruit juice."

She indicated a small feast sitting on the table next to the
couch covered with a cloth to keep it warm for him.
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Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 5:44 pm
Linnesse


Ione
 
”Adian...he is a lifelong friend who came here to the
fort to work...he used to work...for my father on the
farm...want him to be buried in a Christian burial...as
my father was a Christian and because I loved my
father...promise me that he'll have a head stone so I
can find the place...I can't…I can't…give him up...oh,
Gods, I can't...please...do not take him from
me...please...”


Mirtha
 
”Fuck…”


Rather alarmed by Ione’s growing panic, and Mirtha’s- to her
mind- fearful exclamation, Linnesse scooted closer to Ione,
protectively and apprehensively, reaching out her arm again
around Ione’s shoulders…but their apparent fear that the nun
would take little Ian from her seemed unfounded. Sister
Margaret shook her head and made a soft clucking noise in her
throat- one that was typical of her- and took a step back,
holding up her hands as if to demonstrate that she meant no
harm.

“It’s all right, child- hold him a little longer. There’s no
rush.” Her face darkened thoughtfully, though, and she came
around the bed to where Linnesse was sitting, bent over and
whispered in the blonde woman’s ear.

“I’m going to go get someone to start…” she broke off and
mimed with one hand a shovel digging into the earth, and
Linnesse understood that she meant get someone to start
digging the grave. “It’ll take a while, cold as it is,”
continued the nun in a low voice. “Let her hold him if she
wants, and keep an eye on the bleeding- a little trickle more
is all right now, but it definitely shouldn’t increase. Get
someone right away if it does.” Linnesse nodded her
understanding, and then as Sister Margaret left the room, eyed
Mirtha nervously. The man had taken several steps back from
the bed, and was gazing about the room in a rather lost
fashion.

“Um…er…sir?” Linnesse squeaked, her stomach feeling light and
a bit queasy at talking to him. He was such a rough-looking
type.

“Perhaps someone…er…one of us should…um…get Aidan if Ione
wants to see him? I know who he is.” Her cheeks flamed
unaccountably at that admission, at putting herself forward at
all, and she kept the side of her body tight up against
Ione’s, as the other woman continued to gaze down at her dead
child.
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