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October 2008
Topic Started: May 1 2010, 05:17 PM (3,215 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Sun Oct 12, 2008 6:17 am

Bors


At the sharp knock on the door Bors jerked awake, having
fallen asleep once more sprawling across the bed. He sat up,
cleared his throat, and rubbed a rough hand over his face,
blinking to clear his vision. Stumbling to the door he flung
it open to see a young boy on the other side. Bors scowled a
little, cocking his head to one side as he tried to recognise
whether the lad was one of his... he didn't think so, but
then, he couldn never be quite sure, there were so many of the
little bastards about these days.

"What?" he demanded grumpily, and the boy grinned cheekily.

"One of them Romans wants ya," he stated beligerently. "'E
said..."

The boy paused while he thought about the wording, his dark
eyes sliding to one side before lighting up and looking back
at the old man before him.

"'E said, 'arks Bors if 'e wants a nice easy day out while 'is
leg's bad'."

The lad beamed at having remembered the wording exactly, and
Bors groaned. However the order had been worded, he knew it
was an order nonetheless. Still, he did want to get out of the
fort. Already he was growing restless, and this sounded like
something he wanted to be a part of, whatever it was.

"Alright, fanks," he said distractedly, closing the door in
the boy's face and turning back to the room.

Collecting his armour and sword, he left the room and made his
way to the stables, blowing the cobwebs from his head as he
went. Several people were gathering near the stables, and as
Bors joined them he noticed Darya moving away. He smiled at
the girl, who seemed... not very happy, and stopped as he
spotted Tristan approaching.

"Tristan," he nodded briefly. "Wha's goin' on?"

Bors could feel the tension in the air, and it made him
shiver. Maybe not such an easy day out after all...
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Sun Oct 12, 2008 6:19 am
Ash


Ash could feel the discontent emanating from Eala's small form
like a vibration to an eardrum. Whilst he understood she had
uncertainties within her right, he did not know how to convey
the honest truth onto her to quell said uncertainties. She was
still a child who saw the world through a child's eyes. He
could try to explain to Eala exactly what had happened with
Mona and why, but he feared his attempts would most likely be
in vain. Eala was an intelligent and perceptive girl, but it
seemed unlikely she would be able to wrap her head around an
adult's logic. And, given her initial reaction to seeing
Merlin slay the traitor, Ash wasn't entirely sure he wanted to
illuminate the girl any further. They were to leave shortly -
it did not seem wise to inadvertently send Eala back into a
tizzy now, especially not when she was beginning to console
herself back to normalcy.

"It...was just..." was all he could offer her at the moment,
touching a re-assuring hand to her shoulder. Ash hoped that
she trusted him enough to make that assertion, and would find
his judgment suffice.

He looked down at Eala when she plopped between his knees on
the ground and sniffed, waiting to see if she could recover
enough on her own for them to move on soon. She peered up at
him intently then, inquisitively, and emphatically gestured
between them. It took a moment or two for the older Woad to
process what she meant, but then the realization slowly donned
upon him - at least, he thought he knew what she was trying to
ask. He had told her they would be home soon, which was true,
but was she asking him what he thought she was?

"That's not what I meant..." Ash blurted out without thinking
- and afterward hoped he had spoken too quickly for her to
have registered his words - raising a finger to rub along his
stubbly upper lip in thought as he glanced over her head.

Maybe he had brought this on himself, even unintentionally so,
but share his home with her, a little girl? She wasn't his
daughter or sister - hell, she wasn't even his kin. He sighed.
Ash had this daunting feeling that the arrangement was going
to be, well, inevitable. Shrewd dark eyes looked down at her
again and he tsked lightly. Why couldn't he just flat out say
no?

"I...will think...about it..." he told her simply. Loser.

With another deep sigh, Ash briefly glanced over his shoulder
when he heard Merlin's command to move on. He pressed his
palms to his stiff thighs and stood with a groan. Holding out
his hand to Eala, he said, "Let's go, okay?"
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Oct 12, 2008 7:36 am

Tristan and Quintus


Brendyn
 
"I have everything I need, sir, and my horse is prepared
as well."


Titrus
 
"Looks like it. Jols did an outstanding job outfitting
the horses. They're all ready and antsy to ride out."


"Good. Good, sir." Quintus replied easily to Brendyn and
Titrus's reassurances, as his eyes skimmed over the saddle and
tack on the horse he was apparently to ride. All looked well,
indeed- but Jols, as squire to the knights, was an expert in
this stuff. And by his presence, and that of Tristan, hovering
gloweringly over there by Darya, it looked like the knights,
or some of them, were coming along on this little venture
after all. Well, good. They were better in a scrap than Karl
ever was. And speaking of Karl...Quintus returned his gaze to
the grumpy soldier who had not yet answered his question, even
as he spoke.

Karl
 
"What the bloody hell are we waiting for? Don't forget
your apples."


"Attention, soldier! Inspection of your kit, right now,"
Quintus barked, turning suddenly from his own horse and going
to Karl's, where he jerked open the flap of his nearest
saddlebag and looked inside, then tested girth strap on the
horse for tightness.

"We'll go when the Commander is ready and not a second before,
soldier," Quintus added as he tested and inspected. "And
you'll keep a civil tongue in your head." A short distance
away, Quintus saw Tristan turning loftily away, disdaining to
even reply to comments about apples- though it was likely that
he had at least one stowed on him somewhere, Quintus
reflected. The Sarmatian scout, in seeming contrast to his
hard, taciturn, unfriendly ways, had an almost unreasonable
love of fruit.

Darya
 
“Excuse me for a moment, gentlemen…”


"Darya..." Tristan began, walking with her a few steps away
from that bastard of a Roman fuck and the rest of his
companions, the hawk once more squawking on his shoulder. He
brought the bird in front of him when the paused, stroking her
head feathers with his free hand and watching Darya carefully
for a fraction, hoping to see her reaction towards the bird.
Most people were at least a bit unnerved by her- but still,
all Darya would have to do was bring her meat once a day or so
until her wing healed. That was, if Tristan didn't come back.

"What did you mean, you can handle him?" The question burst
out of Tristan's lips, a reference to what he had heard Darya
saying to Barbattus before, and quite surprising even to the
scout himself, who had thougth he wanted to address the matter
of the hawk first.

"Handle who? Someone bothering you?" But before Darya could
answer, Bors's stumpy figure approached, the presence of his
own armor and weapons announcing that he must be part of this,
too.

Bors
 
"Tristan, wha's goin' on?"


Tristan turned to his fellow knight and shrugged, keeping his
free hand on the hawk to balance her.

"We're goin' out...with Arthur. Probably to Merlin." Tristan
let his frown speak for him of the disapproval he felt about
that. Arthur, he was guessing, was really not well enough to
be doing any such thing- and yet he was.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sun Oct 12, 2008 10:57 am
Malcus Barbattus, Titrus and Karl


Darya
 
“Charmer....I will…promise…”


"Excellent," Malcus said with a slight tilt of his head. He
would kill Karl where he stood if he ever came closing to
harming a hair on Arthur's lover's head. Of that, he swore.

Darya
 
“Excuse me for a moment, gentlemen…”


"Certainly," Malcus and Titrus said in unison, both men
bending forward slightly.

Obviously Darya wanted to talk with Tristan before they rode
off. Both officers moved over to where Quintus was standing as
he dressed down Karl.

Quintus
 
"Attention, soldier! Inspection of your kit, right
now....We'll go when the Commander is ready and not a
second before, soldier...And you'll keep a civil tongue
in your head."


Karl whirled around to reply to the centurion but saw Malcus
and Titrus approaching and thought better of it.

"Ay, sir," he said grumpily. "Everything is as it should be,"
he offered. But it didn't stop Quintus from checking
everything for himself. Karl's face became a mask of storm,
feeling humiliated that he was being checked. But with Malcus
standing there, he didn't dare say a word, else he'd be
punished and not allowed to ride. That won't do as Karl was
thrilled to be getting from behind the dregs of the Wall.

"Well done," Malcus assured Quintus, "very well done." "When
you are finished Quintus, I'd like one final word with you and
Titrus." Barbattus said as he walked away with Titrus in tow.







Neeria

Neeria moaned in pain from the gaping hole in her side. She
was weak from hunger and her throat was parched. Her voice was
raw and scratchy.

Neeve
 
“I see... It’s infected...There is not much I can do
because of already advanced infection…but I will clean
the wound and I have a few herbs that – with a little
luck – should help with the infection...This might not
feel too nice now…I’m Neeve…and I’m from this
island…just like you…


Neeria's eyes widened at Neeve's revelation.

"Neeve?" the woad said, trying out the new word for the first
time. "Neeve," she said again, getting used to it. "A native
Britton?" she added, reflectively, thankful Neeve was not
Roman. She watched the dark-haired woman as she chewed on her
bottom lip and dug around looking for what she needed to treat
the wound.

Neeria shrunk away from the healer as Neeve touched the
inflamed and irritated skin, checking the raging infection.
The small woman moaned and clenched her teeth and fists.

Neeve
 
“Can you sit up and hold your tunic up as well? That
would make it easier for me to apply the salve and
bandages…I’m going to use Ramsons and Beggar’s
Button…okay?”


"Okay," Neeria said, not knowing what any of that meant. But
the woad could clearly see that the healer meant to help, not
hurt, her.

"Why are you here at the fortress?" Neeria ventured to ask.
"Why are you here with the Romans?"

Before Neeve could answer, she'd applied pressure to Neeria's
wound, causing pain to sear through Neeria's body. The agony
was so ferocious, Neeria reeled back, fighting for
consciousness.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sun Oct 12, 2008 11:29 am
Brendyn


Brendyn continued to stand next to Tyranus while things
bustled about him. Jols had done such a great job of packing
things that all he had to do was place a small, but well
stocked medic kit of bandages and herbs in case of small
injuries, or for Arthur if the Commander required them. He and
Tyranus were just outside the barn doors, and he was able to
see what was going on inside as well as outside. A slight
blush passed over his cheeks as the Captain used his charms on
the lovely Saramtian. Brendyn sighed inwardly, and thought of
the last day he had seen Veronica, Antonius's wife. He
recalled the last night they had spent together making love
while Anotnius had been out on a mission of sorts. Brendyn
never really saw the man give his wife the attention she
truely deserved. Gods, she had been a lovely creature!

Malcus
 
"Now that I have seen the sunlight sparkle in your eyes,
I am wonderful," "today is sure to be most pleasant. As
for Karl, the sun never shines for him. Don't take it
personally though, my lady, he doesn't like anyone,"
"But if he ever disrespects you or frightens you, I will
beat him within an inch of his life. You have only to
find me."


I will not only beat him, but I will kill him! Brendyn thought
to himself while he remained silent. He was taught to respect
everyone, men and women alike, if they deserved respect, so to
him disresepct was...well there was no place for it. He
glanced slightly at Darya Not even Sarmatian's deserve
disrespect... It was good then that Malcus was going to be
here at the fort, to protect such as her and others that lived
within the fort. Brendyn slid a hand up under Tyranus's bridle
and gave the animal a good pat. The horse was being well
behaved, and except for 'the token of affection' that the
horse had left Karl on the ground, the arab mix seemed to get
along with everyone. Brendyn whispered something to the black
in his native language as the horse insisted on getting the
Captain's attention. Malcus turned to stroke the soft muzzle
while the horse nickered a greeting of sorts....

Malcus
 
"Okay, okay, good morning," "Here you are." "Good
morning, Brendyn," "That's a fine animal,"


Brendyn smiled as Malcus offered a treat to Tyranus and gave
the horse's neck a gentle stroke, "Good morning to you, sir.''
The soldier watched the horse's ears perk forward, and seemed
to study the Captain with gentle brown eyes. "I trained
Tyranus myself." Brendyn left the conversation at that. If the
Captain wanted to know more then he'd be more than willing to
tell him. Brendyn heard Titrus acknowledge that he was ready
as well....

Titrus
 
"Looks like it," "Jols did an outstanding job outfitting
the horses. They're all ready and antsy to ride out."


Quintus
 
"Good. Good, sir."


Brendyn had never seen such organization before a mission and
it was all due to the fact that they had a capable
squire...though he could not say the same for the stable
master, who should have been the one here to get the horses
ready. Maybe the man had a good reason for not being here, or
perhaps with a wench elsewhere. Brendyn knew he could mount
his horse now, but Antonius had always wanted his men to wait
until he had mounted first, then the rest of the men could
mount. Tyranus pawed at the ground eager for this adventure to
start. 'Easy, my friend....easy.....we must be patient....'
Brendyn whispered. The horse's ears turned to the sides as he
spoke. Brendyn suddenly caught the voice of Karl, and the
smile vanished from his face. Something was odd here, and
while he had been checking the tack and bridle as well as his
weapons and such, he had time to think this out: It did not
look as though Malcus was going, though this Karl fellow was.
Technically, the Captain should have gone. Arthur was going at
the risk of his life as his wounds had been severe. He could
not put his finger on it all, but something about all of this
made him think that it was more than just a mission....

Karl
 
"What the bloody hell are we waiting for?" "Don't forget
your apples,"


Quintus
 
"Attention, soldier! Inspection of your kit, right now,"
"We'll go when the Commander is ready and not a second
before, soldier," "And you'll keep a civil tongue in
your head."


Brendyn winced slightly as he saw Quintus walk over to where
Karl stood and lifted up the flap of his saddle bag. Was this
Karl just acting insubordinate because he liked punishment and
pain? Or did he act that way to hide something else. So far,
Brendyn had not seen anyone who liked the man, and Karl had
not shown them any kindness. What was it in this man's heart
that made him dispise other so, and did not care what they
thought of him? Brendyn could not fathom living such a life.
He would be really surprised if this man did not have lash
marks all over his body for acting in such a manner. Just then
Bors voice broke through Brendyn's thoughts and he turned his
attention to the husky knight...

Bors
 
"Tristan," "Wha's goin' on?"


Darya
 
“Excuse me for a moment, gentlemen…”


Brendyn gave the Sarmatian a slight respectful bow as she
walked off a bit with Tristan following in tow for a few
steps, followed by Bors. What a sweet tempered lady! She
seemed to take things well considering that Karl had done
everything in his power to insult her and her kind.
Commendable! The soldier wondered if all of the women were as
sweet as she at the fort. He moved from is position at
Tyranus's side and rechecked all of the straps and such, and
as he did so, yawned and stretched a bit. Sleep sounded so
good right now, but he'd have to forgo that as well as
breaking his fast. Well, there had been the apple in the squad
room...that'd hold him over. He had not really slep that much
since arriving here, and had already done prisoner transport
to the infirmary, Latrine duty, and had gone in search of the
escaped woads...and had even found their escape route, then he
had been placed on night watch. The under part of his arm
still hurt from the healing wound that the nun had so
wonderfully stitched and treated. No he had not slept, and
perhaps upon returning he'd get some time to unwind.

Duty first though.

That came before sleep and food.
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Author: Darya
Date: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:37 pm
Darya


As expected, Tristan indeed followed her…and just when Darya
turned to face the scout with a questioning glance, her let
his hawk settle on his arm…right in front of her. Only now did
the woman notice, that the animal was injured. “What has
happened to her wing?”, she asked before another thought could
cross her mind…but instead of an answer she was confronted
with some questions herself…

Tristan
 
"Darya... What did you mean, you can handle him? Handle
who? Someone bothering you?"


The dark-haired blinked and furrowed her brow slightly when
she shifted her gaze from the hawk to Tristan… Why was
everyone so protective all for sudden? The woman briefly bit
the inside of her cheeks when her mind suddenly came up with
weird ideas. Did they know? Did they somehow know of her…new
condition? Was it that obvious? A short fit of panic hit her
and Darya shot a glance down her own body… No, that couldn’t
be…nothing to see… She cleared her throat and lifted her dark
gaze once more to meet Tristan’s…

“Ah well, you know that some of the soldiers don’t exactly
like our kind…”, the female Sarmatian explained and a corner
of her mouth twitched slightly, “…and a few of them think it
necessary to voice that whenever possible. Karl is one of them
and he just had his grand entrance in insulting us…me…” Darya
paused and shrugged her shoulders. “Again…I can handle
him…okay?” With that, the woman tried a wry smile…when…

Bors
 
"Tristan… Wha's goin' on?"


Tristan
 
"We're goin' out...with Arthur. Probably to Merlin."


With Arthur.

Gods, she hated this thought. Arthur was in no condition for
such a mission… Damn his sense of duty. Darya clenched her
teeth to maintain her neutral expression. Getting even more
upset about this would make no sense…and wouldn’t help anyone…

“Hey, Bors…”, the dark-haired addressed the burly knight
instead, “…how’s your leg?”
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:40 pm
Bors


Bors didn't take any notice of the interaction between Tristan
and Darya - it was none of his business and he wasn't
interested. As they spoke he scratched his chin and gazed off
into the distance, content that the scout would answer him
when he was ready.

Tristan
 
"We're goin' out...with Arthur. Probably to Merlin."


"Mph," Bors grunted, glancing at Darya and then at Tristan.

It was answer enough, if short on detail, and Bors nodded
thoughtfully. He didn't think overly much about why they were
going.

Darya
 
“Hey, Bors…how’s your leg?”


Bors glanced down at the offending limb and grinned ruefully
at the dark-haired Sarmatian.

"Ah y'know... 's'awright," he shrugged, then realised it
actually was, and frowned, flexing his knee. "Yeah... it's
awright."

With that he clumped off towards his horse's stall. The big
dark brown gelding turned his back on his master and walked to
the corner of the stall, as he always did, and Bors grinned.

"Gerron wiv ya," he chided it affectionately, giving the
animal a light slap on the rump. "You bloody miserable
bastard, yer worse'n yer dad."

He lifted the saddle from its peg, neatly side-stepped a
snaking head with its mouthful of teeth bared, and placed the
heavy Sarmatian tack on the horse's broad back, all the while
speaking in an undertone to the beast.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:42 pm

Arthur


Arthur continued to dress in his chainmail, cuirass and
vambraces - full ala commander regalia – hopeful to at least
instill confidence in those accompanying him today by his
formal appearance. He had chosen to wear the cuirass with a
pair of golden dragons tooled into the breastplate. They
represented Arthur’s British heritage which was something
Merlin could not deny and may work in the Commander’s favor in
the negotiations. A Briton with a Roman father. And just what
parentage did Arthur hope to give his own child? What legacy?

The Roman’s movements were still a bit stiff as he worked at
the last of the clasps, but Arthur had regained some of his
strength after a much needed night’s rest and greatly in part
to Neeve’s ministrations. The ache in his wounded side was now
but a dull twinge compared to the searing pain of only a day
ago. Lancelot had also placed a fine and firm cloth treatment
over Arthur’s stitches which should hold up soundly as Arthur
rode today. The Commander had suffered worse injuries while
still fulfilling his duties, and thus had every confidence in
his own abilities to conceal his current weakened state and
carry on.

Lancelot
 
"If you do not return within the span of two days, I
will find Merlin."


Two days was certainly a reasonable duration of time and thus
Arthur gave no counter order. However, he did not miss the
sentiment behind Lancelot’s words. And that hatred for Merlin
was the principle point in why Arthur was not allowing
Lancelot to accompany him today. Lancelot’s thirst for revenge
made him dangerous and unpredictable….and could very well cost
Arthur any success of a truce with Merlin should the knight be
at his side during such talks. And I could never forgive
myself were I to make it easy for Merlin to snatch Lancelot
from me again.

Only one item had yet to be added to complete Arthur’s task in
preparing his person….he reached for the finely tooled leather
scabbard and wrapped the belt around his waist. Excalibur’s
weight seemed to tug uncharacteristically heavy at Arthur’s
left side….yet the great sword’s metal seemed to feed Arthur’s
determination and will. He drew strength from his father’s
weapon and felt a certain level of calmness wash over his
mind.

Lancelot
 
"Do not worry about your woman. I will do as I say. On
that you have my word, commander."


Commander.

Lancelot’s use of Arthur’s ‘official’ rank when addressing him
was a clear indication the other man’s emotional armour was
back into place even before Arthur turned to look at Lancelot.
And that was probably best even though for a moment…it stung.
Lancelot’s impenetrable shield had somehow fallen away in the
moments before Arthur had begun to dress in his protective
leather and armour – a rare moment to be treasured. Had there
been no pressing matter to attend…had Arthur only the time for
Lancelot this morning….what revelations might they have
discovered then? Could the two have finally reconciled all
that stood between them? Is that what they both had wanted?
Perhaps it was a fool’s hope, but Arthur still held out hope
for when he would return they could reconcile their friendship
completely.

“On that matter you have my gratitude, lieutenant,” Arthur
answered while turning to fully face Lancelot. His thick
fingers grasped at the bottom edge of his cuirass to give a
final test of its position; the piece was snug and securely in
its place. Lancelot’s injured eye was now open, albeit red and
angry; to meet Arthur’s gaze solidly.

“Malcus returned with a captive….shall we see what we might
discover from her in regards to Merlin’s location?” Arthur
said evenly while requesting that Lancelot attend him yet this
morning. He crossed to the table and reached for a plump apple
from the tray in its center.

“And while we walk….you will enlighten me with the details on
how you received such an injury last night, hm?” Arthur added
with a slight tilt of his head before taking a rather generous
bite out of the fruit. As he chewed, he lifted his left hand
to wipe at a trickle of juice that had immediately begun to
run down over his stubbled chin.

“Come,” Arthur bade Lancelot with a small and yet genuine
smile before taking another bite of the tart apple and
stepping towards the door. It was a tiny gesture in
recognition of the way he still cared for Lancelot – that
glimmer in his green, green eyes and the curl in the corner
his mouth…..I need you, my friend. Forgive me as I cannot seem
to say it aloud…but I do.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:48 pm
Jols


After seeing that Darya was ok, the squire relaxed his stance
yet still kept his guard up until he heard the Captain speak
to her and then relaxed his guard completly, knowing that
she'd be in safe hands with Malcus around.

Malcus
 
"Jols, what would we do without you, eh? Let us hope
that we never have to find out! I'll take Falco out as
soon as they leave."


"I wouldn't know, sir, nor would I want to take a guess on
that one either. Yes, Captain. Enjoy your ride, sir." Jols
replied polietly.

Feeling the hearty slap from Malcus and hearing the compliment
from Titrus, the squire felt a pleasureable and comfortable
warmth slide through him at the contact knowing that he was a
friend to them and suddenly found himself wishing that he'd
known them or people similar to both the Captain and Titrus
back when he was younger.

His own horse, Gypsi, was also saddled, stocked up and ready
to go when the Commander and his little party arrived.

Seeing Tristan and Bors arrive, Jols watched the hawk on the
Scout's shoulder with her wing still carefully wrapped up.

Looks like we're almost ready to go, we just need Arthur to
arrive, now
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:55 pm
Quintus


Karl
 
"Aye, sir. Everything is as it should be."


Malcus
 
"Well done, very well done. When you are finished
Quintus, I'd like one final word with you and Titrus."


"Aye, sir." With a final experimental tug to Karl's saddle
pommel, and a dispassionate glance over him to ascertain what
weapons he was carrying, Quintus let the matter rest with
another stern glare. Karl's equipment was perfectly in order
and he had expected no less. Slovenliness with his weapons and
armor, at least, was not one of Karl's faults. It was his
attitude that would have to be tightly reined in- and which
seemed to be for the time being.

"Looks good," Quintus growled at Karl, before leaving him and
following Captain Barbattus and Lieutenant Titrus a short
distance away.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sun Oct 12, 2008 1:11 pm
Tatiana


After changing out of her sleep outfit and into her work tunic
and trews plus boots, Tatiana grabbed a quick bite of the meal
then after remembering where the cold storage was, she
carefully placed all of the remaining food and the untouched
skin inside before closing it up.

Running a quick brush through her long auburn hair then
braiding it to keep it out of her face as she went about her
tasks at the stables. Going over to her bed, she reached
inbetween the top and bottom mattress to where her knife was
and slipped it into the hidden sheath in one of her thigh high
boots for protection.

Opening the door, she stepped out into the hallway and pulled
the door shut behind herself.

Heading over and down to the stables, she saw the little party
gathered both out in the courtyard as well as inside of the
stables proper.

"Greetings Jols, Brendyn, everyone." Tatiana cheerily called
out to them using the names of those that she knew already but
so as not to make anyone else feel left out of her greeting,
she pulled out a word that would encompass the rest of the
little group standing there with a polite nod to them before
disappearing inside the interior of the stables to start her
shift.

When she saw the Roman soldier standing a little ways off from
the main group, she felt a slight shiver of alarm go down her
spine and was very glad that she'd worn her knife as she
didn't like the looks of him one bit.

After entering, but before really starting she allowed herself
to go over the meeting she'd had with Adian then entertained
thoughts of dinner at the tavern with him then got down to her
work, paying attention to what she was doing.
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Author: Darya
Date: Sun Oct 12, 2008 1:18 pm

Neeve


Neeve continued her concentrated work on the Woad’s nasty
injury. Well, the Roman soldier had landed a good hit…even
though he had to pay for it with his life. And Neeria was
still in danger to follow him… Neeve would give no guarantee
for the prisoner making it through the next days…

Neeria
 
"Neeve? Neeve… A native Britton?"


“Yes, as native a Briton as one can be…”, the healer replied
and tilted her head a little as she began to prepare the
mixture of water, Beggar’s Button and Ramsons which she wanted
to apply to the Woad’s wound. If they were lucky, it would
alleviate the infection and clean the wound and the blood even
more than she could do from the outside. Once the ropy mass
was ready, Neeve dipped two fingers into it and carefully
applied it to the sore skin about Neeria’s wound… “This might
hurt…”, she said quietly but did her best to not cause the
other woman more pain than she certainly was experiencing
already…

Neeria
 
"Why are you here at the fortress? Why are you here with
the Romans?"


“I…”, the raven-haired began…but then the Woad groaned
heartbreakingly and toppled backwards…eyes wide open. Oh no,
not so fast…, Neeve thought grimly and leaned over the other
woman. “Hey…hey…”, she muttered and slightly slapped Neeria in
the face, “…stay with me, Woad. Don’t you dare to die on me
now…”

No, Neeve would not despair of this woman’s death…but it was
never pleasant when a patient died right under one’s hands.

While she continued to keep the Woad conscious, Neeve also
continued to apply her salve to the injury. At least Neeria
couldn’t wiggle and squirm now… The healer worked quickly and
the bowl was soon empty. That will have to do…, she thought
and used the old cloth to roughly clean the bowl before
filling it with water from the bucket. The Briton then lifted
the Woad’s head a little and brought the rim of the bowl to
the prisoner’s lips. “Come on…drink something…”, she demanded
and let some of the cool fluid trickle onto Neeria’s mouth…
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Oct 12, 2008 1:29 pm
Tristan


Darya
 
“Hey, Bors…how’s your leg?”


Bors
 
"Ah y'know...'s'awright. Yeah...it's awright."


"Hmmp." Tristan grunted a pleased grunt at that, glad that
Bors seemed to be on the mend. He'd be a good one to have on
this mission- the kind of man one needed as backup in a scrap.
As Bors moved off into the stables to collect his horse,
though, Tristan turned back to Darya.

"Anyone gives you trouble, you let me know." His words were
uncomfortable, punctuated by a sidelong glance at Karl, who
was still standing by his horse, apparently having been
somewhat quelled by his Centurion. Tristan would keep an eye
on that one- but if he was going along on the mission, he at
least couldn't bother Darya while Tristan was gone. The scout
shifted again and renturned his attention to the hawk with
another stroke of her head feathers.

"Was wondering...could you feed her, maybe? While I'm gone?
Just once a day." He eyed Darya from beneath a couple of
braided locks of hair, watching carefully for any sign of
reaction- either to the prospect of taking on the hawk, or to
his own tacit implication that he was preparing for the
eventuality of his death. It stuck in his throat that he even
had to do this- he didn't want to have to ask anyone to take
care of his affairs when he was gone. He didn't want to have
any affairs to be taken care of! But the hawk was wounded and
couldn't hunt- there was no way he could just leave her to
fend for herself.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sun Oct 12, 2008 2:56 pm
Malcus Barbattus and Titrus


Quintus followed Malcus and Titrus over a short distance away
from the others, making sure no one, especially Karl, could
overhear their conversation.

"Look men, make me proud on this mission and I'll reconsider
my previous order of punishment. Quintus," the captain said
looking at his Centurion, "Titrus is aware of some of the
things that I'm about to say and that I'm now making privy to
you. I am sure that this conversation will remain
confidential," Malcus looked Quintus right in the eyes making
his message clear.

"I don't trust Scipio. On the last mission, he killed innocent
woads. I know no woad is completely innocent, but those
bastards weren't armed nor were they expecting us. They were
completely unaware. Scipio slaughtered them for no reason. He
made Tristan do it. That's not Arthur's way. There is
something about the optio that disturbs me," Malcus said, his
eyebrows furrowing and his dark eyes looking into the distance
as he spoke.

"I can't put my finger on it. But like I said before, you are
to protect Arthur with your lives. If, God in heaven forbid,
something happens to the Commander you are to abandon your
positions immediately and head back to the fortress for me to
mobilize troops and the other knights."

"You are to obey any orders given to you according to Roman
law, but Arthur, as you know, has final say. Keep your eyes
and ears open. I have chosen the both of you because of trust.
Is that clear?"

Malcus looked at both Titrus and Quintus. "You have your
orders and may God be with you. I will celebrate with you when
you return." Then Malcus took a step back and struck his
chest.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun Oct 12, 2008 3:23 pm
Mari


It was hardly an art form to look at something and scrawl it
down on a page. Mari had been criticised by her father for her
inability to draw what wasn't there. She could draw a crow
from beak to tail-feather if it sat long enough for her to do
so - but she could not sit down in an empty room and draw a
crow. It was strange in that sense. But it was a release too.
The girl did not feel restrained or cooped up by Milan - but
there was a tension between them, an uncertainty of their own
bodies and reactions that made this alone time right now quite
pleasant. Of course after a little while she was going to
start missing him terribly and as she sat peering thruogh the
drizzly rain at teh surly looking black bird, Mari found
herself looking forward to giving him a big hug once she did
get home. To her home with a roof hopefully.

It was quite easy for Mari to drift off into her own little
world under the eaves of the stables. She cast a curious look
to the people who were gathering there but skooched down away
from them, focussing all of her innocent brown eyed attention
on the bird, tilting her head to the side to get a better
angle at the thing. She was entirely unaware of the woman who
had just recognised her, and then recognised what it was that
she was doing.

Linnette
 
"Are you drawing?"


Mari's head snapped up, guilt written plain across her pretty
face. She immediately shook her head and clutched the page to
her chest, instinct making her deny this treasured past-time
of hers.

"No!" she squeeked, used to this kind of question from Kolya,
and used to lying abotu what it was she was doing. He never
thought it was a good way for a girl to spend her time. Waste
her time as he would call it. It served no practical purpose
whatsoever beyond wasting paper and time.

When the young woman realised that it wasn't Kolya addressing
her she had the decency to blush at how quickly she had lied.
She shifted uneasily and looked at the woman pleadingly,
wondering why there was such a ferverent light to the woman's
hazel eyes as she tried to get a look at Mari's picture.

"No - what I mean was well... I was trying... not really
though you see. I'm not very... well, trained or ... I don't
even know if I'm doing it right..." she babbled, awkwardly
looking down at the page she had crushed against her chest.
Another small pile of scraps of paper sat beside her, of
different sizes with various scribbles on them. Some were
simply copies of the text on the other side of the paper that
she had found, others were rough sketches of various bits and
pieces to be seen in the vicinity.. the weathervane on top of
the tavern building, the hinge of teh stable doors, the wheel
of a cart - nothing substantial, but all in all they were
rather accurate drawings. Nothing creative though...

Mari cleared her throat and shyly lifted her brown eyes to the
older woman, demure, polite but infinitely shy - her cheeks
were red with embarrassment and her muscles tense, ready for a
rebuke as she asked hesitantly...

"Wh-why?"
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