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November 2008
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Author: Darya
Date: Sat Nov 01, 2008 6:16 am
Neeve


After they had left the dungeons and Arthur had ordered
Lancelot and Tristan to hand Neeria over to her, Neeve had
just snorted disgruntledly and shot the Roman a last rather
angry glance before she had grabbed the Woad’s arm firmly to
drag her along…

The two women moved into the opposite direction of the men and
Neeve couldn’t help but curse quietly under her breath. She
only hoped that Derfel would be informed soon. VERY soon.
Tending to a prisoner’s – even to a Woad’s – wounds while the
person was safely locked up in the dungeons was one thing…to
babysit one in the open another. The first thing was part of
her job…the latter…was not. And where on earth was she
supposed to get clothes for the Woad from? She doubted that
any merchant would be willing to sell her some when seeing
Neeria. The girl looked too much a Woad to blend in so easily.
The healer frowned…

Vanora!

Maybe Vanora had an idea…or even some spare clothes left.
Surely the redhead was at the tavern. How convenient…for that
would mean Neeria could get some food, too.

“This way…”, the Briton murmured as she slightly changed the
direction to use the shortest way to the tavern. The less
people saw Neeria – or rather her with the Woad – the better.
Her grip was Neeria’s upper arm was still firm…after all,
Neeve didn’t want to take any risks. “You have no idea how
lucky you are…”, the raven-haired then added and for the first
time since they had exited the dungeons actually looked at the
Woad by her side for a moment but still kept the two of them
moving…
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sat Nov 01, 2008 10:25 am
Neeria


Neeria blinked her eyes as she got accustomed to the light
outside. It seemed as though she'd been in the dark dungeons
forever. She breathed in deeply, filling her lungs with the
cold fresh morning air. But then she coughed, a deep rattle in
her lungs, and sneezed again. She wiped her nose with the back
of her hand and rubbed the results on her trousers.

Tristan squeezed Neeria's upper arm and roughly shoved her
from his grip as Lancelot loosed her other arm as well. The
woad hissed at Tristan but didn't say anything.

Lancelot
 
"Don't worry, love. I won't leave you alone with Derfel
for too long."


The dark knight wasn't nearly as scary in the day light as
he'd been in the dark dungeons and Neeria was able to keep
herself composed. She squared Lancelot in the eye.

"I can hardly wait until we meet again, Sarmatian," she said,
much braver than she actually felt.

The healer, Neeve, then grabbed Neeria's arm and pulled her
away from the group, cursing under her breath. As they walked,
Neeria turned and looked over her shoulder. She looked at
Arthur who was still standing there talking with Lancelot and
Tristan. Arthur seemed even more surreal in the daylight in
his armor and flowing cape. He was so tall with a broad chest,
thick neck and large hands. He had dark curls on his head and
thick eyebrows. Neeria continued to stare until Neeve yanked
her in a certain direction, forcing the woad to turn around
and pay attention to where she was walking. Neeria wondered if
she'd ever see Arthur again.

"I can walk on my own," Neeria said and yanked her arm out of
Neeve's grasp. "I gave Arthur my word I would not make trouble
and contrary to what you think, my word is good."

The short woman walked fast to keep up with Neeve as they made
their way to where, Neeria didn't know.

"Where are you taking me?" Neeria asked.

Neeve
 
“This way.You have no idea how lucky you are…”


"Yes," Neeria grumbled as her short legs worked hard to keep
up, "I'm very lucky," and she rolled her eyes.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Sat Nov 01, 2008 1:44 pm
Mirtha


Mirtha stared into darkness...

He was thinking about everything that occuried recently. He
did not remember half of what he should. He was drunk more
than few times... He just could not cope with the world
without those drinks! It showed today. He got beat up by some
Roman asshole, just because he could not get his own nerves
cool down in time. He had problems with authorities around it
would seem. He was used to take orders, but when being a
mercenary it all looked different, he could leave the job
without explaining why and search for another one... But he
had runn out of places to work like that. And he needed a
change... He was tired of bloodshed...

Finally he was doing something he liked. Something what was a
far rememberence of who he could become if not for his
friend's death... if he had not started drinking heavly.

A heavy sound of footsteps cut trought his thoughts and Mirtha
oppened his eyes to see that there were two men before the
cell door. The guard oppened the door and Mirtha remained in
place looking at them without any expression...

Henry
 
"Hey Mirtha, Looks like you've gotten a reprieve. You're
free to go."


Mirtha stood up and walked to the door mesuring the two at the
door. Guard and young Henry, who he had known... Who had known
him? He was running around the fort always!

"Fucking time...." he murmured walking past them and without
further thinking stormed out of the prison.

It was cold outside... He briefly wondered if he should visit
Ione, but then he did not know if she wanted to see him. She
had lost her child... and maybe, just maybe he had something
to do with it... Maybe thier having a sexual act was a reason
for this also. He sighed making a silent promise that he will
never again get close to her... he won't hurt her again.
And in this moment he remembered that he promised to get Adian
to see her. But where the hell he could be?

Mirtha decided to look in the tavern first. So he walked the
way to the tavern and entered...

A drink first...

He walked to the bar without looking at anybody and waited for
somebody to serve him. He had bottles in the stable, but there
was a large comapny of Romans and knights leaving for somekind
of mission. He should make sure that everything was in
order... but a small drink before won't be bad...
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Author: Darya
Date: Sat Nov 01, 2008 2:36 pm
Neeve


Neeve truly hoped that Vanora would be in the tavern. In fact,
the healer set all her hope in Bors’ woman for Vanora usually
knew a solution to every problem. And especially the clothes
task was a problem for Neeve. Thus she walked on with long
strides until…

Neeria
 
"I can walk on my own. I gave Arthur my word I would not
make trouble and contrary to what you think, my word is
good. Where are you taking me?"


When Neeria suddenly yanked her arm out of Neeve’s grip, the
healer inwardly rolled her eyes but outwardly shot a glare at
the former prisoner. She did, however, not slow down her
walking pace. “Forgive me that I’m not as trusting as the
Commander…”, the raven-haired hissed with sarcasm dripping
from her voice, “…as far as I know, we had your leader’s word
regarding the truce between your people and this Fortress,
too. And what happened, hm?”, he healer paused, “so much for
the word of a Woad…” The Briton sniffed and focused on her
steps again…totally forgetting to actually answer Neeria's
question about their destination...

Neeria
 
"Yes, I'm very lucky,"


This made Neeve stop abruptly. She turned around and shifted
her crystal-blue gaze towards Neeria. “You don’t understand
this, do you? Everyone in that cell down there wanted you
dead…”, the healer stated and pointed into the direction of
the dungeons, “…all but one. And it’s only because of our
respect for the Commander and his orders as well as because of
his compassion and patience that you are still breathing… You
are lucky. Better keep that in mind.” The Briton narrowed her
eyes at the smaller woman…

…when the noise of flapping wings and a loud caw right above
her distracted the healer. She glanced up at the skies and
spotted her raven Dwyn circling downwards into her direction.
Neeve sighed, secretly relieved about this distraction, and
lifted her free arm a little to allow the bird to land on it.
“And where have you been in the last days, hm?”, she asked the
bird, her voice now much gentler than only seconds ago when
she had addressed Neeria. Dwyn gave another caw and cocked his
head at Neeve. The healer smirked slightly and watched the
raven climb up her arm to sit on her shoulder. Shaking her
head briefly, the Briton then focused on Neeria again. “Keep
moving…we’re almost there…”, she told the Woad and walked on,
knowing that behind the next corner the tavern would be in
sight already…
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sat Nov 01, 2008 3:22 pm
Vanora


Well other customers were beginning to flow in, and Vanora
began drawing ales for those who ordered the drink. In that
time, she had also noticed Malcus entering the tavern with a
young woman, but they had moved from her range of vision, and
thought it best not to bother them.

A wench came and ordered another ale, and Vanora drew the
order and handed it to the young woman just as she noticed
Mirtha entering the tavern. Well, now there was a sight! What
had he done now? Vanora had seen men come out of fights, and
Mirtha had definitly gotten himself into a scrap with someone.
She said nothing though until he came to sit on a chair at the
counter...

Lordy heavens! The man stunk of stale ale and filth... but
then the stable master was a regular at the tavern. Vanora
looked the man 's wounds over and asked, "So Mirtha, what can
I get you today? From the looks of it, you'd be needing a good
tankard to get rid of the pain..." She raised an eyebrow.
"Anything you wish to talk about?"
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Sat Nov 01, 2008 4:41 pm

Lancelot


Lancelot snorted as Tristan continued to walk on; Arthur
finally giving the only order he could have - should have done
- after the scout's information.

Arthur
 
“If you discover any mischief by Fiona or Neeria in my
absence. Turn out all of Merlin’s people that are still
sheltered here…send them out through the northern gates
back to their own. Or I will do it myself when I return
should Merlin refuse to make peace,”


Some of the men gathered by the stables had noticed them; one
of them, a large, irrational looking Roman, said something to
Tristan that the other man traditionally answered with a
snappy retort. Lancelot couldn't hear the exchange, however,
because he'd stopped again. He reached out and grabbed at the
leather straps that hung from Arthur's waist and stuck
slightly out below his cuirass.

He hastily let go of the fabric, but did not avert his eyes
when the commander turned his back on the group assembled -
still some yards away - and looked at him. The injury Lancelot
had received to his eye - fucking Galahad! - smarted and made
tears still randomly fall onto his battered face, the chill
wind drying them quickly but leaving his skin feeling old and
tight. He crossed his arms over his leather covered chest, the
arrow wound pulling a bit, and stood stock still, staring at
Arthur, his hip cocked as he rested his weight on the ball of
his right foot. The single sword still swung a bit at his
side, until gravity affected the thing and it ceased as
Lancelot remained in place, watching Arthur and wondering just
how much he could say before Arthur rode off to his certain,
ridiculous doom.

"You should have given that order days ago," Lancelot said.
"Rest assured I will carry it out to the letter." He canted
his head and squinted at the Roman through exhausted eyes.
Scrubbing a hand over his face and hair, he sighed when he
caught wind of his own stink. "And by the gods, but I am
foul." A laugh was cut off short as the look on Arthur's face
forced Lancelot's bitterly humorous temperament to sour.

"If you don't come back - you have two days. And then Merlin's
head will belong to me."

Noise traveled from the group of people situated with their
horses - they were obviously waiting for Arthur's arrival so
they could leave, and Lancelot knew that Darya was there, as
well. Waiting. Waiting for the father of her child to come and
kiss her and comfort her and let her know in no uncertain
terms that he would return to her.

Lancelot could see the dark, lanky form of the Optio, and he
spat onto the cold ground as the nasty, bird-faced man's voice
echoed in his head.

officially sanctioned Optio

conscripted dog

whore

Lancelot shook his head like an animal enraged, and clamped
his teeth tightly until his jaw cracked. He raised his eyes
and once more - painfully - met Arthur's gaze.

"Don't leave me in this place alone, Artos."
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun Nov 02, 2008 1:24 pm
Catherine


Catherine was always 'on'. Her movements always seductive with
the intention of catching and keeping the eye of any men in
proximity of her allure. Even when she knew she had caught a
man's eye she sought to keep it firmly fixed upon her and none
other. Many whores at Badon thought nothing of mooching in on
another's catch and once a man was swept away by lust, it
rarely mattered who it was he satiated that need in.

So when she was walking ahead of Barbattus she moved with
intent, a gentle sway to her hips that seemed to suggest oh so
much! When she sat it was with deliberate care that he had to
sit close to her when he chose to do so, and when she unhooked
her cloak she was sure to stretch her arms backwards as she
settled it about behind her so as to strain the creamy flesh
of her bosom against her bodice. All an act, all part of the
show.

Malcus
 
"Ay, so the lady knows this brute then, does she? And
how might that be? I hope that whatever you've heard was
at least...satisfactory You appear to be cold, my lady.
I'd be more than happy to warm your hands myself, But
first, what would the lady like - to quench her thirst?"


Catherine gave a pretty chiming laugh at his words, when he
referred to himself as a brute. She cocked her head to the
side so that he looked to the crown of her head and she toyed
with her chilled fingers. He asked her a question and she gave
another small titter of amusement, draping her hand against
her perfectly smooth cheek as she turned to look at him, her
hazy green eyes sparkling with mischief and secrets that were
there for the telling.

"I would like half of whatever you're having." she asked,
raising an eyebrow at him before giving another coy laugh at
nothing and tilting her body over towards him. She made a show
of extending her arms and then offering him her hands to warm,
watching his face all the while. Her stomach was rather
fluttery with the prospect of having a man warm her hands. It
was really those moments without ribald humour and lewd
actions that made Catherine all the more endeared to a man.
A man might kiss her and she would kiss him back with muted
passion.

Another man might tenderly brush his hand against her cheek
and her heart would be set alight with affection.

"What I've heard tell of the Brute, " she smiled lopsidedly, a
tendril of hair dropping down over her cheek sweetly, "I doubt
is all true, Captain Barbattus. Would you whisper me the truth
of him to erase the rumoured whispers that are already there?"
she purred, staring at his dark eyes.









Amadeus

Tayala
 
"Yes, My Lord. I'll take very good care of them, sir."


Well, he would be the judge of that statement when he
returned. The Optio gave a quirky smile to the child and
started back towards the others, taking his time, pondering
this new tactic of his. It worked quite well, that he could
see by the fact that the men were not following his every move
with wary eyes. Once he had gone off to get his horse they had
started to talk amongst themselves. Amadeus was just coming
back up towards htem when he heard one of teh soldiers hiss --

Quintus
 
"Shut the fuck up,"


The Optio raised an eyebrow but said nothing, coming to stand
at the back of the group, casually leaning a shoulder against
his horse's shoulder and looking over towards where everyone
else was looking.

A glint of silver.

A flash of dark, dark hair and bizarre feeling that there was
a buzz in the air preceded the commander. Amadeus lifted his
chin and came to stand forward a little, grey eyes looking
towards Arthur. He looked to be the centre of the gathering as
Tristan came stalking in and past him towards his own horse,
Amadeus presumed. The Optio gave a respectful smile to Arthur.

Brendny
 
"How in the hell did you get to be a soldier anyway?  Why have you showered me with insults when I have done nothing to you?"


The quietly spoken words were clearly heard by the Optio.
Arthur was still half-way across the courtyard only and
Amadeus turned quickly, his head snapping this way and that to
find the person who was pouring their heart out in a defensive
hiss. He cocked his eyebrow, not sure which man it was and
then gave everyone gathered, including the women, a warning
glower. He would be friendly, of course, but he would show due
respect to the Commander. The present Commander. The temporary
Commander for Amadeus saw the position as his once he had
gathered enough support for himself.

"Enough!" he snapped quietly, firmly and turned back to face
Arthur, his chin dipped slightly as he watched Lancelot dog
the Commander's heels. "Your Commander is present." he added
in a grim undertone.









Drake

When he spoke Linnette gave a slight start. Drake did not
comment on this but he did wonder where her mind was that she
had forgotten he stood right next to her. Perhaps she was just
accostomed to his ever present hovering, he thought gloomily,
realising that he was becoming more and more like a bad stench
around her. He wondered if she were becoming impatient with
his presence... ? He wondered if she would tell him if she
were - her manners and propriety might prevent that. Though
Drake found it hard to believe that Linnette, like Alina,
would not speak her mind if he did irk her.

Linnette
 
"I... That would be wonderful, Drake. I really do
appreciate it. Cassidy, Fleur? Drake's going to walk you
home- I'll come see you later, all right?"


Oh she shouldn't have done that!

Her warm hand made contact with his warmer forearm and it
seemed to send a jolt of awareness coursing through dusty
veins and passageways deep inside of Drake. A longing came
over him, a pining for affection, a deep desire to fold this
small woman in his arms, kiss her forehead, feel the brush of
her soft skin against his lips and tell her that he will do
this for her and more, so much more if she would just touch
him like that again.

She looked away from him so missed the strike of agony that
flickered across his vision once those feelings all came to
life inside of him again. Long dormant needs arose in him and
every emotional nerve ending that he had so painstakingly
deadened years previous was suddenly alight with agony. Drake
lowered his eyes, looking at the dark hairs on his forearm
where she had touched him and resolutely set about caging back
all his emotions and feelings once more, hurriedly pushing
them deep down into a dark abyss inside his heart.

He looked up at the two girls, Fleur peering at him with more
astute observation that he cared to notice and she came
tottering over to him, silently taking his hand. Drake felt
awkward, having to stoop one shoulder a little and so he
scooped her up onto one arm. He gave a meaningful nod of his
head to Cassidy and turned wordlessly to leave the infirmary
and figure out how he was going to find out where this
Catherine woman lived.

He didn't look back at Linnette but he felt as if there was a
burning in the centre of his shoulder-blades and he wondered
if it was because she was watching his departure or if it was
because she wasn't...
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Nov 02, 2008 1:58 pm
Linnette


Fleur, with her usual seemingly imperturbable cheerfulness,
gave Linnette a wave goodbye as Drake picked her up, and
Cassidy met her eyes with acknowledgement if without
enthusiasm as they turned to go, but Drake...he said nothing.
Not even a nod, he didn't even look at her as he turned to
collect Fleur. He just dropped his eyes, his face
expressionless, and Linnette thought with a stab of dismay
that maybe she had displeased him by that request- even though
he had offered to help! She breathed out a frustrated breath,
scrubbing her good hand across her forehead momentarily as she
watched the trio retreating. Curse it. He had already done
more for her than she could ever possibly repay, including
probably saving her life twice, but she just kept finding
herself in sitatuations where it was convenient to ask more of
him, more small favors, more concessions. And he granted them,
because he was a good man, but that didn't mean it wasn't an
imposition. Maybe she should take the request back and just
walk the girls herself, after all...

Linnette started forward, almost ready to go after Drake and
the girls, when she caught movement out of the corner of her
eye from the other direction- Dagonet, sitting up on the bed,
seemingly preparing to go. She had to retrieve Mari and catch
him now! Torn, she looked back at Drake's retreating back, at
Fleur's blonde head perched on his shoulder and Cassidy
walking alongside...and on a sudden implulse, hurried a few
steps to catch up with them, coming up beside Drake on the
opposite side to where Cassidy walked.

"Drake? If you find me later, I'll redo the bandage on your
hand. If you..." she had kept walking through all of that,
making a beeline for Mari by the door, and now turned around
and said her last words while walking backward, her cheeks
coloring a bit for her forwardness. But this was the only
thing she could think of off the top of her head to do- and
she had to do something.

"If it might be easier," she concluded with a sheepish,
abashed shrug, before turning and dashing over to Mari. She
put a hand lightly on the girl's back and guided her away from
the doorway where she had remained, over in the direction of
Dagonet's bed, hurrying.

"Sorry about that, Mari...you really didn't have to wait here,
though!" She cast a last, worried glance over her shoulder at
Drake and the girls, then looked back to Mari with concern.
For the first time in her haste, she noticed how nervous the
girl looked, and remembered suddenly that probably the last
time she had been here had been in the aftermath of the rape.
Poor thing- Linnette clicked her tongue in soft sympathy as
she continued to steer Mari across the floor.

"It's all right...it's just that he's right over there and he
looks like he might be leaving...Father?" Linnette called out
as soon as they were within reasonable range, feeling her
cheeks flush again on using the title. It seemed awkward to
address him like that, now that Gedeon was gone, but she knew
no other proper way to do it- he was still her father-in-law.
A few of the nuns' and patients' heads had turned to follow
their progress, obviously wondering what all the fuss was
about, and Linnette drew herself up despite her blush,
hurrying the last few steps to Dagonet's bedside.

"Father...I wondered if I could ask you something," Linnette
fairly skidded to a halt beside the bed, panting a little bit
and wishing that everyone not directly involved in this would
stop staring at her. She felt terribly conspicuous, but plowed
onwards anyways- the picture that she wanted was more
important than anything.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Sun Nov 02, 2008 3:24 pm
Mirtha


Vanora
 
"So Mirtha, what can I get you today? From the looks of
it, you'd be needing a good tankard to get rid of the
pain..."


Mirtha barely looked over the tavern in search for Adian's
face, but did not find it... so he turned away to lean over
the bar slightly. In the same moment Vanora came talking to
him directly. He looked at her, then lowered his gaze upon his
shirt and saw blood stains all over it... and for sure his
face had to look in similar way, beaten. Stablemaster winced a
little at this and waved his hand in it doesn't matter
gesture.

Vanora
 
"Anything you wish to talk about?"


"Rough day...." he murmured and gave the woman a slight smile.
"Give me some ale and something to eat..." he sighed a little
looking at her again. "Talk? No... It's just not my fucking
day.."
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun Nov 02, 2008 5:13 pm
Mari


Mari was just like that. She stood quiet and polite, not
wanting to intrude on anything important. She had a sweet but
nervous smile on her lips as she looked about the infirmary,
looking over at Linnette and her sister and cocking her head
at the older man that hovered about the two of them. He looked
gnarly - rough and moody. He kind of reminded Mari of her
father. She looked away when he lifted his head and she caught
a flash of the burning strength in his green eyes, pursing her
lips as she found the ceiling interesting all of a sudden.

The tall bearded man was leaving with one of the little blonde
girls on his arm, the other at his side and Mari couldn't help
but gape at the image. He was so unlikely to be the one to
care for such fragile looking girls and yet it seemed to be as
Linnette bid it. Or was it... ? Mari watched in wide-eyed
fascination as Linnette hurried after the bearded man. He did
not respond to her words but merely stared straight ahead and
then carried on walking once she had left him. Linnette came
over to take her deeper into the infirmary. Mari smiled
hesitantly at her approach.

Linnette
 
"Sorry about that, Mari...you really didn't have to wait
here, though! It's all right...it's just that he's right
over there and he looks like he might be
leaving...Father? Father...I wondered if I could ask you
something,"


"Oh it's ok - I'm ok, honestly." she said emphatically as she
was led towards the tall man and the red head. Mari gave them
both a shy smile, dipping an awkward curtsey to the man,
knowing he wa the father of a knight and presuming him to be
of some standing. Mari, inevitably, had grown up with a firm
respect and admiration for the Sarmatian knights. She was
half-Sarmatian herself given that her father was one of the
conscripts. All her life Mari wanted to feel an affinity with
the Sarmatians but never seemed to be able to - relating far
better to the Britons instead.

Linnette addressed the older man and Mari felt her own cheeks
flush red at the hazel-eyed woman's embarrassment. She dipped
her head and akwardly smiled, glancing up with hesitant brown
eyes to the red head, wondering who exactly she was. She
didn't look all that much older than Linnette was, and
Linnette was not all that much older than Mari herself.
Perhaps a healer?

A baleful glance from the red head put Mari on edge. She
quickly dropped her eyes to the gruond and edged to the side a
little so that she was closer to Linnette. Her hesitant gaze
lifted to the tall Knight and she gave him an awkward smile.
How would he take this request?
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sun Nov 02, 2008 6:31 pm
Vanora


Vanora studied the stable master as he seemed to be searching
for someone... possibly someone to share a drink with no
doubt. She did not push the matter with the bloody shirt and
the black and blue nose and marks on his face. Someone had
obviously pummled the hell out of him....though Mirtha was not
a weakling by a long shot as she had heard some things about
him as well from the other customers.

Mirtha
 
"Rough day...." "Give me some ale and something to
eat..." "Talk? No... It's just not my fucking day.."


Vanora returned the slight smile, "Wait here and I'll order
you your regular.... eggs, a slab of meat and bread with
honey, right? Or would you like something else?" Vanora raised
an eyebrow as she poured the tankard of ale and set it in
front of the down cast man. "Well, if you need to get
something off your chest, I am always willing to listen..."
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sun Nov 02, 2008 6:37 pm
Malcus Barbattus


Malcus continued to watch Catherine's every move. She was as
graceful as a swan. Femininity and delicateness oozed out of
her pores. It is amazing she is a whore, Malcus thought. This
woman should be the wife of a rich nobleman - what on earth
was she doing in the blood and filth that was Badon Keep? What
terrible fate in her life had led her here? Malcus wondered.
Yes, he would fuck her - fuck her good - and pay her well for
her services, but he couldn't help wonder just who she was.
She was playing the game well, but Malcus knew he was the
master. He outwardly smiled at the thought.

The captain looked at the creamy, smooth skin above
Catherine's bodice again and licked his lips as Catherine
cocked her head to the side and laughed at his quip. Oh yes,
she had understood his innuendos.

Catherine
 
"I would like half of whatever you're having."


Catherine leaned closer to Malcus, allowing him another
glimpse of her generous, luscious cleavage. Then she gave both
of her hands over to the man so that he might warm them.
Malcus smiled and blew into both of his large palms, rubbing
them together. Then he grasped Catherine's hands between his
and held them there for a moment. Their eyes were locked when
Malcus took her hands and placed each one on each of his
cheeks, the palms resting just above his lips.

Just then a barmaid came over. "What can I get ya?" she asked
rather haughtily, flashing a quick glance at Catherine, but
then focusing on Malcus.

"I'd like some of that honey-spiced tea that Vanora makes so
well, love," Barbattus said and then looked back into
Catherine's green eyes. "In one of the large tankards," he
added, not looking back at the girl. The girl grunted in
acknowledgement and walked off.

Catherine
 
"What I've heard tell of the Brute, I doubt is all true,
Captain Barbattus. Would you whisper me the truth of him
to erase the rumoured whispers that are already there?"


Malcus lowered his head and smiled, then took Catherine's
hands from his face but still held them.

"Some things you may have heard about me, I'm probably famous
for," he said slowly...slyly..."it depends on what you heard
and whom you heard it from." Malcus met her gaze once more.

"From my men, you may have heard that I command them with a
hard and heavy authority. That is a truth."

His smile faded and his lips curled to one side. He looked at
Catherine sideways. "From my lovers, you may have heard that I
left them satisfied and purring for my return. That is a truth
too, my lady."

Malcus straightened his head and lifted one of Catherine's
hands to his lips and kissed the back of it. "Now tell me.
Which one did you hear?"
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Nov 02, 2008 9:25 pm
Linnesse


Ione
 
"About 4 1/2 months..."


Sister Margaret
 
"Well, we can send you to your shop so that you can rest
there, Ione. Could you please go and make up some black
haw for Ione to take home with her?"


"Of course, Sister," Linnesse murmurred, getting up from the
bed, but with her eyes still fixed on Ione with an odd,
puzzled look. It seemed that there was more to the story of
the pregnancy than Ione had really told her...but as Linnesse
rounded the bed, she sternly reminded herself that it was
really none of her business. It wasn't, but...to be perfectly
honest, it did put Ione in a bit of a different light for
Linnesse, one that she might have to consciously try to
overcome until she could be as casual and matter-of-fact about
unknown-father pregnancies as Sister Margaret was. Blowing out
a sigh, Linnesse opened the door of the room.

"I'll just be a minute," she murmurred back to Ione, before
going around the door and shutting it behind her.

Out in the infirmary, she immediately turned her steps towards
the workroom where she would find the ingredients for tea, but
as she walked, she was craning her neck to see what had
happened with Linnette and the girls- and Drake. After a
moment, she spotted Linnette's auburn head over by Dagonet's
bed, with Saoirse's brighter red making Linnette's look pale,
but the girls were nowhere to be seen. So she had already
taken them, home, then? That hadn't taken long- but Linnesse
supposed that if the place they were staying was nearby, it
needn't have. And Drake, thankfully, was nowhere about, as far
as Linnesse could tell. It looked like that crisis was
averted- but still, Linnesse intended to have words with
Linnette about Drake very, very soon.

Not now, though. Linnesse continued on into the workroom,
where she got out a cloth and laid it on the table, then
poured out a pile of the dried black haw from the appropriate
jar in a mound in the center of it. With quick, sure fingers
she folded it into a packet and tied it with a narrow strip of
cloth, then on an impulse made up a second packet of
chamomile, too. A good, relaxing herb, that one- perhaps a
good compliment to the black haw. A few minutes later, she was
back at Ione's door, pushing it open and slipping inside the
room.

"Here you are..." Linnesse crossed the the bedside table and
set down the two packets, pointing them out in turn to Ione.

"The larger one's the black haw, and the smaller one is some
chamomile?" She tossed a questioning look at Sister Margaret,
just checking to see if that one was a good choice, and the
nun nodded approvingly.

"Take a small cup of the black haw..." Sister Margaret tapped
the appropriate package again, looking at Ione, "every day for
the next month. Then, if you've had no more bleeding or
contractions, you can stop unless they come on again. If you
do have more signs of miscarrying, take a bigger cup, or have
someone make it for you, and send someone for me. Don't try to
walk to the infirmary yourself, though, if you can possibly
help it- lie down and rest wherever you are. You understand?"
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Mon Nov 03, 2008 12:10 am

Kayley


Smith
 
"Scáth...Yeah..."


"Oh, Scáth, of course. My valiant protector," Kayley mused and
pat the black horse's flank gently. The beast seemed to nod
its head in agreement, which made Kayley chuckle in mild
amusement. Smith's bland, but straight-forward response to her
observation about him being rather 'terrible' made her laugh
again. Her hands went to his shoulders and she peered around
at the side of his face. "Well, at least you admit it."

No, Kayley would've never sought to change Smith in any way.
His blatant honestly, his audacity, everything that made Smith
Smith was what she loved about him. It was true he did tend to
be a loner from time to time, but he always seemed to come
back to her in the end. They had a bond that neither of them
shared with another. And, while Kayley was rather
self-sufficient, it still made her feel good to know that
despite what happened, despite whatever the future might've
brought, that they had each other, and she could depend on him
through thick and thin. There was much about the world Kayley
still had yet to learn, and at times she may have even been
uncertain of her place in it. But, if there was one thing, one
constant in her life that she was sure of, it was Smith.

Kayley glanced over her left shoulder at where Micah padded
along the others on foot in brooding silence. Oh, she had
known the man long enough to recognize when he was upset.
Micah was like an open book to her with his myriad of
emotions. She sighed inwardly. "Micah?" she called sweetly,
innocently, hoping he'd at least acknowledge her. She did not
like these tense silences between them. "Are you not talking
to me, Micah? I wish you would, you know..."

Smith
 
"Was Roan that wimp of a man that gave you the flowers?
Your taste in men is atrocious, Kayley, if that is what
warms your blood in a man."


"No, no...that was Colin, I think...Roan made me that carving
of the bear and - " Kayley answered, as she realized he had
insulted her at the end, and she had walked right into it. She
wasn't really insulted, of course, but the implication made
her scoff and pinch Smith lightly just under his armpit. "Oh,
really? Do I now?" she inquired disbelievingly, turning her
face aside and nose in the air, pretending to be aloof in the
matter of his take on her personal life. She momentarily
forgot about Micah. "And, I suppose that you, Smith, know of
someone much more tasteful for me than those other men?"
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