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November 2008
Topic Started: May 16 2010, 03:48 AM (3,048 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sun Nov 16, 2008 8:52 pm
Neeria


Neeve
 
“You…are giving me trouble right now…and forgive us for
not treating you like a best friend. Maybe some Roman
soldiers as guards would do better. I shall ask them if
you like. You are still no guest of honour here, Neeria,
and your people have harmed those here at Badon enough
in the last days…don’t forget that."


Neeria narrowed her dark eyes and took in Neeve's sarcastic
stare at her.

"I do not want to be your guest of honor nor your friend," the
small woman said, "I am a human that shares the same blood as
you, lady, even though you choose not to admit that it's true.
And I haven't forgotten these last days either," she added
snidely, "as my husband's body get cold in the jaws of the
beasts of the wood."

Neeria stood her ground against the tall dark haired Briton
and stared at her. It was Vanora's voice that broke the stand
off.

Vanora
 
"Well, now that that is all settled, shall we get going
before it gets too late?"


Neeria looked away from the healer and back to the red-head.
"Thank you again, Vanora, for your kindness."

The woad supposed that the women were not plotting to kill her
and without further word, followed Vanora outside. The cold
was still biting. Neeria looked up to the sky and saw thick,
fluffy, clouds moving quickly overhead. Perhaps it would snow
again, it sure felt like it. Neeria pulled the large tunic up
to her ears as she shuffled along behind Vanora, dragging her
feet in the big heavy boots. Vanora led the way and Neeve
followed, leaving Neeria between the two women. As they
walked, the woad looked at her surroundings. She'd never been
behind the Wall before. Neeria wondered where the Roman was
that she looked for. There were few people out, some children
laughing and playing a game in front of a vendor's tent. A
skinny dog scampered past them, sniffing on the ground. Neeria
heard 2 men arguing somewhere - all of the sounds of an active
community. The structure and...civility...of it all was
foreign to her. The woad continued to absorb everything around
her while she followed.









Malcus Barbattus

After Malcus had removed Catherine's cloak, he clicked his
heels like the perfect gentleman and properly welcomed
Catherine to his quarters. In response, the blond beauty stuck
a cold hand in the front of Barbattus' trousers and pulled out
his tunic. The coolness of her touch felt wonderful against
the heat of his wanting skin. The captain stifled a groan as
his desire mounted rapidly. But control was part of the game
and Malcus was a master of control. No, oh no, he wouldn't
hurry with this one. This woman, he would tame and control.
Make her understand that he was paying for her time as well as
her pleasure. He could fuck any whore and yes, Catherine was a
whore. But she was beautiful, and soft and...well, he didn't
know exactly. He just would not treat her as such. Even a paid
act did not need to be lewd. That was not Malcus' way. Not his
way at all.

Catherine
 
"Mmm -- fire..Have I permission to undress the brute?"


Catherine eyes held innocence when she asked the question, but
her body was anything but as she began to grind her hips into
Malcus' hard groin. The captain gyrated his hips in time with
her, able to feel all of her at the top of her vee.

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," Malcus growled back, his
dark eyes becoming lost in the lust he felt. He grabbed
Catherine's backside and pulled her closer to him, leaning
back slightly so that she could feel all of him as he ground
his hips into her. His erection struggled to be free to find
its home in the warmth of her body.

The captain lowered his head and kissed the soft mound of her
breast and moved one hand up to cup the other.

"But that is, of course, if I can undress you as well," he
added slyly.

Then he kissed the woman and pulled at the strings of her
bodice to free the objects of his desire.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sun Nov 16, 2008 9:34 pm
Tatiana


Lancelot
 
"Lady, I am as real as the blush on your fair skin. But
alas, I do have a duty, and as I am only Arthur's man, I
must needs take care of it. A good day to you. I'm sure
I will see you again,"


Feeling him pick up her hand and place a kiss to the back of
it, made her blush become deeper and warmer as he did so.
Shivering, as if with chills at his contact, since Tatiana had
never been treated like a Princess by a true knight of
Lancelot's caliber before and it was truely a unique sensation
for her to be treated as such.

"No. You're not. You're far more unique and special than just
'Arthur's man' as you put it. There's something there,
something elemental that can be felt by others, yet not seen."
Tatiana replied, making eye contact with his dark eyes with
her dark green ones.

Lancelot
 
"And I apologize for my 'realness, I am Arthur while he
is away on his fool's errand. Do not hesitate to ask for
me should you need anything...either of you."


"I won't, Sir Knight. Don't apologize for your realness, I've
just never met anyone like you before, Lancelot ap Ban."
Tatiana said glancing at him, mesmerized and hypnotised by his
glance once more.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon Nov 17, 2008 7:57 am

Tristan and Quintus


Amadeus
 
"Horse? Woads?"


Arthur
 
“Are they close? How many are their numbers?”


At that, Tristan had to shrug, eying the surrounding trees
nervously. He couldn't tell how many, not yet, except that
there had to be enough of them to talk to each other, hence
the hint of voices on the breeze. More than one, then- not
very helpful. The horses were restless, picking up on the
presence of others and on the nervousness of the humans-
behind Tristan, Lieutenant Titrus's mount gave an alarmlingly
loud snort, though it was quickly silenced, and even Tirgatao
shifted restlessly. Tristan patted the side of his neck
soothingly, keeping most of his gaze forward, towards the
camp, as Arthur turned and spoke again to the whole group.

Arthur
 
“Men, be on your guard…remain in tight formation. We
will continue on along the path. It seems that Neeria
had been of some use after all.”


"Some," Tristan acknowledged shortly, in a whisper. He glanced
back and found Arthur looking at him once more, and gave him
the small grimace that sometimes appeared on his face when it
other men it would be a smile. This one was an ironic, grim
smile- and then he clicked his tongue to Tirgatao and sent him
forward again, deeper into the deserted campsite, leading the
group at a cautious walk.

Several horses behind Tristan, Quintus would never have
admitted it, but he was terrified. Enclosed now by the woods,
with Woads almost certainly very close by, the stories men had
told could not help but creep into his mind- stories of
torture, of victims so mutilated they were scarcely
recognizable, but yet lived, carefully spared so that their
continued pain and suffering might further please Merlin's
so-called gods. The Dark Magician...that was what they called
him, and it was true! It had to be- his men (even those naked
women who no longer seemed so funny here in the woods) could
appear anywhere, from anywhere, and disappear with equal
speed, like wraiths out of the shadows- and they might do so
just now. Any minute now, an arrow could end any of their
lives- or merely prolong them. Quintus did wish sincerely with
part of his mind that he was on foot, and not burdened with
controlling this horse on top of everything else, but the
other part of him realized that the horses and armor were
basically the only advantage they had. If threatened, they
could at least flee faster than the Woads could chase them. It
was small comfort, but it was something. And he was glad he
was at the center of the group, too. In fact, as they went on,
his horse edged a little closer to Jols' beast, and the
Centurion did nothing to stop it- it was fine with him, that
way.

Meanwhile, the scout, half-glimpsed up ahead around the
Commander's and Optio's flowing cloaks, seemed alert,
certainly, but scarcely perturbed. Tristan, though he was well
familiar with all the stories that haunted Quintus, though he
could even call to mind images of Percival in such a state,
and probably would, later, though he tried not to- for now, he
was just too busy watching and listening to do anything else.
He rounded the trees one by one, fixed every tiny, deserted
branch hut with his stare, as if he could see through the
walls to determine whether it was occupied, but none of them
were. No one was in sight.

The Woads were coming closer, though...he could hear them more
clearly now, more small noises in the evergreen bushes, behind
the trees. Someone was coming directly towards them, he
thought, hidden for now by a bend in the path as it wound past
a clump of fir trees- someone, or a couple of someones, but
not more. There were others, though- circling around them, to
either side, the horse among them. Quickly, before they
rounded the fir trees and came in sight of the two he thought
were approaching, Tristan twisted in his saddle and held up
his hands to Arthur in a quick succession of gestures. He held
two fingers up, then pointed to the path ahead- two coming
right at us. Then ten fingers- an estimate, there- and a
circling gesture with both hands. Ten surrounding us. And the
horse. Tristan pointed down meaningfully at Tirtgatao's rump,
then off in the direction he thought the horse was. He was
pretty sure of that, even thought he could make out a glimpse
of its coat among the dense trees- it was hard to totally hide
a horse.

More noises up ahead- the two were coming closer. Tirgatao
took the last few steps around the big clump of fir trees, the
scout on his back tense in every nerve- and then suddenly,
Tristan was looking down into the defiant eyes of the
"lieutenant" he knew so well by sight, and next to him,
Guinevere, Merlin's bewitching, traitorous daughter.

"Peace," Tristan rasped out of his throat- as first in the
group, he really ought to say something. Never taking his eyes
off the two Woads, but straining his ears for any hint of the
positions of their surrounding companions, Tristan raised his
hands, showing them open, palms out, to the two Woads, and
with his knees guided Tirgatao sideways a few steps, allowing
Arthur and Scipio to come up even with him. He gave a quick
glance back at Arthur and a nod, indicating to the Woads that
the Commander was the one with whom they would speak- but then
he returned his eyes to them, ever suspicious, watchful.
Guinevere might have stayed in the fort, bedded Lancelot,
even, it was rumored, but trust her? No, Tristan did not trust
her at all. All Woads were enemies, had that not been amply
shown in the past week? And had she not gone back over to
them, and did she not now stand there, confronting them, as an
enemy did?
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Author: TwistOfShadows
Date: Mon Nov 17, 2008 8:42 am
Eyla


Eyla desired the thrill, she wanted to be caught in the
clinches of a passionate embrace. Indeed, she had seen half
the fortress with their breeches round their ankles, so why
claim modesty and shyness? It was not her style. The whore
looked up at Gawain, and she wanted him. He was different to
the other knights, more...exotic. Eyla had heard talk of
different tribes, different manners of Sarmatian, but she only
believed what she could see, what she could touch. Stroking
her hands across his face gently, she felt his bristled beard
tickle against her fingertips. A seductive smile slipped
across her pink lips, and she closed her eyes, sighing softly,
murmering gentle words of encouragment. The woman could feel
Trickster stood behind her, could feel the heat radiate from
the beast’s body...and she could feel Gawain. He was tall,
broad, toned, exotic...and a new patron. Why not tease him a
little? Why not seek his weakness and exploit it for pleasure?

Gawain
 
"He is.. quite.. a beauty..You're right. As you
wish..but if I do, you owe me your name, Lady mine."


Oh, he sought to bargain, did he? How very interesting. Eyla
arched a sharp eyebrow back at him, and pouted her lips like a
petulant child. Eyla made the rules, not the lowly patron she
was seducing in the stables. Arthur had sought to bargain with
her once, for information, and what had it got him? A naked
woman on his bed, and a stubborn will to resist her. He would
give in soon, she had no doubt. It was true, Eyla could be
cruel, and she could infuriate...but she meant no harm. Not
truly. She loved to steal control from the basely masculine
men she bedded...and she loved to be dominated equally as
much. She was easily pleased, and eager for new experiences,
new prey. Gawain was proving to be a delicious way to pass the
time...

As he threaded his hands into her long hair, Eyla whimpered
against his mouth. She kissed him deeply, hard, and flicked
her eager tongue across his hot mouth. She could taste him, a
potent concoction of various ales. The whore sucked on his
tongue sweetly, and heard him moan. By god, the sound
delighted her. She stepped closer to the Knight, and touched
her hands to his tunic...seeking the underneath. Her soft
fingers slipped under the rough material, and glided onto the
smooth expanse of his toned stomach. Hot, warm...the whore
whimpered, before speaking against his mouth.

“My name is not truly important...” She purred, looking at him
through her thick eyelashes. “But if you truly seek the
identity of your seducer...then you will have to work harder
than this. Hmmm?” Eyla tipped her head back, parting her lips
in an exaggerated show of arousal. She spread her fingers
across Gawain’s hot stomach, and sighed deeply. His skin was
dewy, and his heat warmed her palms. She wanted him. She
wanted him to lift her up against the stable wall, and be done
with the consequences. Lolling her head forwards slowly, she
looked at him, Intently, darkly, and with every intent for
naughtiness. “How do you like your women, Gawain? On their
knees...or on their backs...?”

Eyla shut her full lips, and awaited a response.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Mon Nov 17, 2008 12:12 pm

Gawain


Eyla
 
“How do you like your women, Gawain? On their knees...or
on their backs...?”


Feeling her slip her fingers up underneath his tunic and touch
the bare skin of his stomach, the muscles underneath his skin
twitched and fluttered slightly at the contact and he
unconsciously started to move and shy away like a horse at her
soft touch as if it tickled him, which truthfully, it did.

At that soft contact, the beginnings of a slight grin started
to tug at his lips and almost, but not quite appear in
response to it, he pulled his mouth away from hers quickly,
but gently removing the hand that he'd had in her hair placed
it over both her small ones where they lay on the skin of his
stomach.

"Please.. don't..that..that tickles.." Gawain replied to her
once he was sure that he'd gotten himself back under control
and was sure that he wouldn't laugh in response to her soft
touch.

"Its..been quite..awhile since I've lain with a woman, lady.
But when I was with one, I prefer her on her back." He replied
with a quick intake of breath after slightly thinking about
her question that she'd asked him.
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Author: Darya
Date: Mon Nov 17, 2008 12:17 pm
Darya


Lancelot
 
"Lady, I am as real as the blush on your fair skin. But
alas, I do have a duty, and as I am only Arthur's man. I
must needs take care of it. A good day to you. I'm sure
I will see you again,"


Tatiana
 
"No. You're not. You're far more unique and special than
just 'Arthur's man' as you put it. There's something
there, something elemental that can be felt by others,
yet not seen."


Hearing those words, Darya couldn’t suppress a roll of her
dark eyes anymore. If he wouldn’t look so dirty and battered,
it could be Lancelot at his best. As charming as ever. And
Tatiana really seemed to fall for his show. The female
Sarmatian shook her head slightly with a smirk still visible
on her lips and glanced at the hawk on her arm as if the bird
would understand her situation.

Yet she had to admit that at least some of Tatiana’s words
were true: there was more to the First Knight than most people
could or were allowed to see. But she would keep that to
herself. No need to encourage Tatiana even more in her obvious
admiration for the knight. Besides, Darya knew that this other
side of her kinsman was not meant for everyone to know about.
And she respected that.

However, witnessing Tatiana almost fainting at Lancelot’s mere
sight was just plain awkward and something Darya did not
really understand. She had often enough seen the way most
women of Badon Hill looked at the First Knight…and every now
and then honestly wondered why. Maybe it was their shared
origin that kept Darya from reacting just like them…maybe it
was something else. She didn’t know. And since Arthur had
earned such a huge place in her life and heart, she didn’t
want to know anymore either. Not really.

Now her very own thoughts let the smirk linger on Darya’s
lips…until Lancelot addressed her all for sudden…

Lancelot
 
"Darya, I am to Derfel - Arthur's orders. But I shall be
about later - and I am to watch over you, as well. Rest
assured, I will not be brushed aside so easily in this
duty. I shall keep my eye - bad one included - out for
you, hm?"


With that, the smirk vanished from the woman’s face as
Lancelot met her gaze and Darya held his while her kinsman
spoke. So Arthur had assigned her her very own bodyguard. Very
well. Even though a part of her was quite confident that this
was not necessary, a small voice in her mind was rather
persuasive in telling her that Lancelot being there in case
something would happen made her feel strangely…safe. Safer.
Whatever…

The dark-haired nodded slightly at his words…and a corner of
her mouth even twitched briefly at his last comment. “Thank
you…”, she then said yet only her dark orbs gave away how
serious she was about those two words; despite her earlier
mocking of the knight regarding his charming show for Tatiana.
Then she lifted her free hand and briefly but gently let her
index-finger brush over Lancelot’s cheek, wiping off some dirt
as she did so. “And take a bath…”, the dark-haired added half
joking, half seriously, “…or I’ll call you to your duty to
watch over me and spend the rest of the day in the
bath-house…until you look presentable again…”

Only then did Darya break their eye-contact and blinked three
times before pretending to have to cough to not focus on this
weird connection anymore that was lingering between them every
time she and Lancelot met for longer than the blink of an eye
and that she still could not quite place. It was just there.
Somehow. And it could in no way be compared to the effect he
had on most other females at this Fort…

Lancelot
 
"Good day to you. And I apologize for my 'realness. I am
Arthur while he is away on his fool's errand. Do not
hesitate to ask for me should you need anything...either
of you."


Tatiana
 
"I won't, Sir Knight. Don't apologize for your realness,
I've just never met anyone like you before, Lancelot ap
Ban."


Darya tilted her head a little and pursed her lips slightly.
No, you are not Arthur…, she just thought even though she was
very aware of the true meaning of the knight’s words and
unconsciously placed her free hand across her belly for a
moment before more or less dismissing Lancelot with another
nod before Tatiana’s behavior would become even more
embarrassing…from Darya’s point of view.

“See you later then…”, the dark-haired then said to her
kinsman while turning to Tatiana, “…and you need a drink. A
strong one the way I see it…"
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Mon Nov 17, 2008 1:34 pm
Tatiana


Darya
 
“…and you need a drink. A strong one the way I see it…"


"I do? I need a drink? Hmm..if you say so, Darya. Although the
only thing that I've had over at the tavern is a mug of lemon
tea. I've never had anything stronger than that." Tatiana
replied to her friend, still slightly shivering from both
Lancelot's warm touch and sultry look that he gave her from
underneath his lashes, but not bad enough to keep her from
walking over to the tavern.

"I still think that Lancelot's definetly very good looking."
She said in a musing tone. "I just wish that I could've put it
into words better than that..do you think that he knew what I
was trying to say to him, Darya? I mean that there's only one
first impression that a person can give to another." She
queried glancing at the dark-haired, an odd-look on her face.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Mon Nov 17, 2008 6:10 pm

Ione


She had only slept a short while before she awoke.

All she had done was dream, though her dreams were tossed and
a bit jumbled. Opening her eyes slowly, Ione realized that the
black cloak was still in her lap, and her fingers ran over the
unfinished edges wondering if Titrus also needed a red cloak.
Since Roman's had their own red issue cloaks, Ione figured
that just the black one would do. She stretched slightly, and
then relaxed, letting her gaze move to the gray day outside.

The sky looked like snow.

The store would still remain closed until the next day to give
her time to mourn Ian's death. Perhaps she'd let close friends
inside, but no customers... It was hard to do business when
one was sad of heart. Reaching over, Ione took up the small
sewing box as well as the white trim, and began to finish the
last two sides of the lovely black cloak. Taking up the
weaver's needle, Ione carefully began to sew the trim on where
she had left off...

She decided that she'd pay one more visit to Titrus's
daughters before night fell, then she'd go and see the grave
of her little baby boy. Ione had a funny thing about visiting
graves in the dark, so she wanted to go before the sun set...
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Mon Nov 17, 2008 9:02 pm
Jols


Feeling Quintus' horse edge closer to his own, Jols carefully
edged Gypsi closer to the Centurion to help comfort the
nervous animal, until both horses were practically touching.
"Easy, there, easy." The Squire murmured in a soft, gentle
tone to Quintus' horse to help keep him calm.

"How're you doing, Quintus? You ok over there?" He asked the
Centurion softly as he looked over at him briefly before
looking up ahead of himself then back at him, making sure the
other man was doing ok as that was Jols' personality. He would
take care of someone else before even bringing himself into
any sort of thought.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Mon Nov 17, 2008 9:43 pm
Vanora


Neeria
 
"Thank you again, Vanora, for your kindness."


Vanora waited for the other two before leaving the tavern with
the two women in tow. then they exited the tavern and into the
chill of the late afternoon. Deep down, she had not miscounted
everything that she had heard of this new young woman from
both Neeve and Lancelot, but that did not meant that she could
not do something kind for Neeria... so long as she behaved
herself. As they walked, Vanora looked up at the gray of the
sky wondering if Bors was going to be alright out there on the
mission.

Vanora always thought that she should be use to battles and
missions by now, but that same fear of Bors not returning
seemed to always return. They had lost many friends in the
past to war...

Vanora looked curiously at Neeria then at Neeve and back.
Something Neeria had said had stayed on her mind... a small
statement Neeria had said concerning her husband. So he had
died as well. No matter whether it was the enemy or those at
the fort, war always brought tragedy to all concerned. Woads
did not care about Roman losses, and the Romans did not care
about Woad losses, but no doubt both sides felt equal pain for
the loss of life.

She looked at how Neeria pulled her large tunic up to her
ears, "I might have an extra cloak, or one of Bors heavy
jackets that he has out grown." Vanora watched how the young
woman observed everything as though it was all new to her. As
Neeria looked about her, Vanora looked at Neeve questioningly
as if wanting to know all about Neeria. Perhaps later, she
could fill Vanora in on who Neeria was, and how she had gotten
to the fort...
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Tue Nov 18, 2008 8:04 am
Quintus


Jols
 
"Easy, there, easy. How're you doing, Quintus? You ok
over there?"


"Uhhuh." Quintus gave a tight-lipped nod, not trusting himself
to really speak, and keeping his eyes straight ahead on the
two Woads who had appeared like specters out of the forest. He
didn't want to give any of his feelings away- but silently, he
was grateful for the seemingly-effortless job the squire had
done of calming his horse. Sarmatians...they had the way with
the beasts, that was for sure, and Quintus was glad to have
them here. But he gave nothing away- merely sat straight in
his saddle, attentive to whatever might happen next.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Tue Nov 18, 2008 11:21 am
Smith


Guinevere
 
“Where?”


Where indeed!

Smith scowled at the surrounding forest trying to find the
source of the discomfort of the forest. He knew a general
direction but they needed more specific directions than that!
He knew that and his ability failed him. He jutted his chin
towards where they had been headed and looked back down at
Guinevere, his handsome face marred with the beginnings of
blood-lust. Smith was reserved when it came to battle - he did
not hack and lash out the way some of the woads did, no. He
fought with a skill the romans would be proud of.

Kayley was tense behind him and Smith felt her reach for her
weapons. He turned his head to the side careful of his injury
and peered at her out of the corner of his dark eyes.

"Be ready. I'll drop you to the gruond once we see them." he
told her quietly and then turned away from her, leaning down
to smooth a long-fingered hand against Scáth's impressive
black neck.

Guinevere
 
“Nolan, go ahead. There are not enough of us to make a
scaled attack, so be restrained...it might be nothing at
all.”


Nolan
 
"Go with Smith and Kayley, form the perimeter and close
them in. We'll let you know how many once we actually
see them. If there are too many, take to the trees!"


Smith glanced over at Nolan's hissed order and then down to
Rosita. He cocked an eyebrow at this and puffed out a breath.
It wasn't that he disapproved of taking Rosita along - it was
simply that he was quicker on his own. He gave the dark woad a
nod of his head and then turned Scáth around, holding the
beast back though he knew the stallion felt the surge of
adrenaline in his master's thighs about his shoulders.

The forest closed in around them

Dark.

Cold.

Wet.

Smith ducked and twisted away from low branches that were
unused to the passage of a horse. The beast was not as quiet,
of course, as the woads on foot, but he was a distraction.
Perhaps the Romans would be so focussed on a horse to realise
there were others on foot approaching. When he saw them he
pulled in the reins of the horse. Kayley placed a hand on his
shoulder and leaned forward. She whispered by his ear that she
would be better on foot and Smith nodded his head. He reached
a blind hand back for her to hold onto as she slid down the
horse's side and went to join Rosita.

The dark eyed woad looked down at the women and gestured in a
wide arc, indicating that he would go around the Romans,
taking them from behind. Then, as if their lives were not
hanging in the balance he gave both women a disarmingly boyish
smile. A flash of white teeth, a glimmer in almost black eyes
and he had kicked his horse onwards through the trees, making
enough noise to distract the Romans but not enough to make
them blind to what their eyes could see.

The woad ran a wide perimeter around the Romans and came up
behind them on their tracks. One man stood out ahead of the
rest, his braided head turned away from Smith as he addressed
Nolan and Guinevere. Smith had not drawn a weapon yet - though
he had four short swords between the ones on his horse's
saddle and the one at his hip and he let his shoulder slip
downwards casually leaning on the pommel of the saddle. He had
a wayward, cheeky smirk on his lips as he watched the ones at
the rear - they had them boxed in. Oh they were outnumbered of
course but they had the forest on their side.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Tue Nov 18, 2008 12:19 pm

Arthur


Arthur and Tristan communicated wordlessly – the Woads were
close and presumably outnumbered the soldiers. A few of the
horses in the group snorted and stomped at the frozen
snow-covered earth beneath their hooves. Casti, Arthur’s
magnificent white steed, remained as calm and stoic as his
master. But clearly the animals sensed what their human
counterparts could not readily see nor hear…..yet as the small
party began to move forward again, the wind carried muffled
sounds beyond those of the wispy noises of the firs and pines
surrounding them. Arthur silently offered a prayer up to God
for the strength to protect those that rode with him on this
mission. He would gladly give his life if it meant the others
would escape with their own.

Tristan, still in the lead, once again signaled a halt. Arthur
squinted against the way the dull light reflected brightly off
the fresh snow…..but as he brought his war horse to a halt at
Tristan’s side…..the Commander released a deep breath, lips
slightly parted at the sight of who approached them from the
north. His tongue flicked at his bottom teeth and his fingers
released their grip on the hilt of his weapon – there would be
no need of the blade with this one.

Guinevere.

The Commander heard Tristan’s rasping voice speak the word
‘peace’ while the scout also gestured with his arms, slow and
deliberate, that he meant them no harm. Arthur with Amadeus to
his right, having maneuvered along side of Tristan’s mount,
offered Guinevere a pointed smile of familiarity for the
briefest of time and then his gaze turned to her bodyguard.
Not that she required one. The Commander gave a curt yet
respectful nod to Merlin’s man and then his brilliant green
eyes fell back to Merlin’s oh so perilous daughter.

“Guinevere,” Arthur said her name evenly despite the intensity
of his gaze. “I seek a peaceful meeting with your father….and
I mean you no harm here,” He added while allowing his free
hand to rest across his lap. There had always been ‘something’
between Arthur and Guinevere….perhaps mutual respect –
although the lady had lost much of that with her last little
escapade of setting the buildings a blaze in the fortress
recently. Yet, as deceptively placid green eyes met her pale
expression…Arthur still felt ‘something’ beyond annoyance
towards Guinevere.

Arthur had no doubt that his small party was by now completely
surrounded by Guinevere’s people. He was certain that Merlin’s
daughter would not be out here with only one companion…and
thus even more curious – what was her purpose here? The camp
had clearly been abandoned. Arthur’s gaze slightly narrowed
and then he chose to make a calculated gesture that he was
sure Guinevere would be receptive to….he slowly dismounted,
albeit his wounded side protesting in the movement. He stepped
in front of his horse and with Casti in tow, closed the small
distance between himself and the two Woads. Arthur held the
dark-eyed woman’s gaze as he came to stand before her. He was
quite the contradiction to her in appearance – shining armor,
twin dragons adorning his breastplate and famous sword
expertly pressed to his hip. She was slender and deceptively
delicate and stunningly beautiful……soft brown eyes easily held
liquid green. No fear from either side….or so Arthur assumed.

“Surely you are not lost, lady,” Arthur said with yet another
smile that harbored on a familiarity between them despite the
recent attacks and despite the fact that they did not truly
know one another at all…..the magician’s daughter and the
Roman Commander. Arthur’s hands rested behind his back, the
fingers of one loosely held the leather reins as the great
white stallion gently nuzzled at the Roman’s red cloak.
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Author: Darya
Date: Tue Nov 18, 2008 1:09 pm
Neeve


Of course Neeria contradicted her yet again but this time,
Neeve merely stared down at the Woad. For someone who usually
was a not really talkative person, she had already said too
much anyway. And to her it was obvious by now that the Woad
was too pigheaded to be quiet for once…thus the healer just
snorted deprecatingly, almost mocking Neeria with that… Then
she turned to follow Vanora. And in her current mood, the
Briton would probably not even have cared if the Woad had
stood behind or done something equally stupid. That would at
least have given her a good reason to send the prisoner right
back into the dungeons…

But Neeria did move and followed Vanora as well. Once the
three women were outside, Neeve took a deep breath. Maybe the
cold air could clear her senses and calm her down. Only a few
steps away from the tavern, Dwyn returned to the healer’s
shoulder with a caw…and with that managed to coax a brief wry
smile from Neeve’s lips. “So you’ve waited for once…”, she
stated quietly and lifted a hand to briefly brush over the
black feather at the bird’s chest, “…you’re improving…”

Then the raven-haired fell silent again. She just kept an eye
on Neeria…but noticed Vanora seeking her gaze for a moment.
Neeve arched an eyebrow at the other woman’s questioning gaze.
No doubt the tavern-manager was rather curious about Neeria
but Neeve was in no mood for any more conversations…or
arguments about or with the Woad. At least for now. She needed
a break.

Soon they reached the house which Neeve recognized as that in
which Vanora and Bors were living with all their kids. The
healer increased her walking pace to catch up with Vanora for
a moment and glanced sideways at the redhead.
“Thanks…really…”, she murmured and a corner of her mouth
twitched slightly. She meant it…and was confident that Vanora
understood. Then Neeve waited for the tavern-manager to open
the door while watching Neeria with a rather glowering
expression…
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Tue Nov 18, 2008 1:35 pm
Rosita and Nolan


Guinevere and Nolan made their way down the path. Nolan
scanned the forest as they walked, his body tense and his
senses keen and finely tuned to every sound the wood made.
Rosita ran behind Smith and Kayley until Smith dropped Kayley
off and indicated to the women to head in the opposite
direction to complete the perimeter.

Rosita stayed low to the ground as she and Kayley made their
way silently through the forest, the others following quietly
behind them. Rosita, using hand signals, suggested to Micah
and the others that they split off and head the other way so
that they flanked the Romans. That way, they would have the
Romans covered on each side, Smith would cover their rear and
Nolan and Guinevere at the front. Micah nodded and headed off
with the others.

As they rounded a corner, they caught sight of Arthur's
braided scout. Nolan bared his teeth and narrowed his golden
eyes at Tristan. The woad's hand went to the blade secured on
his hip as he snarled at the Sarmatian. Nolan's stride became
cat-like as every muscle in his body tensed. He immediately
felt the desire to kill and a crooked, evil grin crossed his
face.

Tristan
 
"Peace,"


The scout showed both hands, indicating he held no weapons.
Nolan rolled his eyes at Tristan and said nothing. He was more
interested in who was behind Tristan, now moving forward.
Arthur Castus. Wasn't he cheek? He had the nerve to return
after the failed negotiations of yesterday? Nolan glared at
the commander and took a step forward, moving closer to
Guinevere.

As Arthur dismounted and walked over to the princess, Nolan
snarled and pulled out his blade, not sure of Castus'
intentions.

Arthur
 
“Guinevere, I seek a peaceful meeting with your
father….and I mean you no harm here, Surely you are not
lost, lady,”


"Leave here now, while you still have the chance, Roman,"
Nolan said and spat on the ground. His eyes flashed
dangerously at Arthur. He could taste Arthur's blood on his
tongue. Nolan licked his lips slowly. "Merlin wants nothing
more to do with you."

Nolan stole a quick glance at the rest of party with Arthur.
He recognized the braided one and the big burly bald one.
There were three other Romans in addition to the high-ranking
Roman that had come yesterday and one that appeared to be a
squire.

Nolan looked at Guinevere, the muscles in his face tense as he
clinched his jaw. "Let's be done and kill them now, princess."









Titrus

The hairs on the back of Titrus' neck and on his arms stood on
end. He wasn't exactly afraid. He'd faced the woads before,
but he more like nervous. The woods surrounding them were
quiet yet they were full of life. The horses sensed it, the
animals around them sensed it and now, much to his chagrin,
Titrus sensed also.

The lieutenant edged his horse over to Quintus. It was only
because Titrus knew the man so well did he notice the slight
pallor beneath the Centurion's normal complexion.

"Stick close to me Quintus, everything'll be fine," he
whispered.

Then Titrus looked over his shoulder and Brendyn.

"Keep close to me, Brendyn and keep your ears and eyes open.
We're supposed to be on a peace mission so don't go
brandishing any weapons unless Commander Castus orders us to.
Stay focused on the Commander - he will order us what to do."

Titrus had never seen Brendyn in action before and the last
thing they needed was for some inexperienced pup going
commando on them. Titrus was suddenly glad that Arthur had
sent Karl back to the stables. No doubt Karl would have done
something stupid to perhaps get them all killed.

Just then, Guinevere and her henchman came into view. Titrus
stifled a "fuck!" Tristan assured the two woads that Arthur et
al had come in peace but the big woad next to her didn't look
too convinced. Titrus heard a twig break or an animal scurry
every now and then which surely meant they were surrounded but
the lieutenant could not see anyone as he scanned the trees
which looked more sinister than they had a few moments prior.

"Bors!" Titrus whispered over to the burly knight. "How many
do you think there are?"

Titrus suddenly looked behind him as he heard the distinct
sound of hooves stamping on the forest floor. Titrus looked
back at Bors.

"Sounds like the horse is behind us!"
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