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November 2008
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golden_trillium

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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Wed Nov 19, 2008 9:11 pm
Titrus


Titrus glared at Nolan and Guinevere, keeping Adolphus as
reassured as possible. The horse was tense, sensing others in
the woods. Titrus strained to see through the tall trees but
his untrained eyes couldn't detect anything out of the
ordinary.

Bors
 
"Mmm... More than they're letting on anyway. I can smell
'em. Shame she's not naked eh mate?Give us sumfink to
look at at least while we wait."


Titrus looked over at the big knight and curled the side of
his mouth and tossed his head back in agreement.

"Not enough arse though and her teets are too small," Titrus
whispered back, sticking his tongue out and shaking his head.

Bors
 
"We'll be 'ere for bloody hours while they piss about
round each uvva. And it's all a load of crap anyway. If
they've decided they're gonna kill us nuffink Arfa
says'll make any difference."


"Psst. Bors, if we make it out of here alive, I'll buy you
enough ale to get you drunk enough till you can't piss
straight!", Titrus shot back, thinking he'd heard that about
Bors before somewhere but couldn't place where.

Titrus looked at Quintus. So far so good, he seemed to be
holding up okay.

"Quintus, that goes double for you. You'll need it before we
hit that curfew," he said with a groan.

Titrus watched as Arthur and woad woman spoke even though he
couldn't hear anything from where he was in the line. Then the
woman moved close to Arthur and instinctly, Titrus put a hand
on the hilt of his sword. But because neither the optio nor
Tristan made a move, Titrus stood down. Arthur must know her
Titrus thought and couldn't shake the feeling of oddity about
that.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed Nov 19, 2008 9:12 pm
Linnette


Mari
 
"Well...well, I think it's, uhm...well, I think it's
quite unique. It's very...ahm...it's very unique. It
certainly makes her stand out in a group. You would not
be inclined to think she was like any other woman..."


"True. Very true." The corners of Linnette's mouth twitched
upward as she eyed the girl over the rim of her cup; Mari did
certainly have a way with words- combined with an unflaggingly
positive spirit. A moment ago she had been so obviously
discomfited that Linnette had regretted blurting out the
impromptu question, no matter where the topic might lead them,
but now, she had recovered herself and even almost managed to
give Neeve's hairstyle a compliment. Amazing.

"Unique," Linnette repeated musingly, lowering the cup, her
eyes once more straying to the door of the tavern, through
which Neeve had long since disappeared. She was no longer
there...yet Linnette was still turning over the image of her
in her mind, inspecting it from all angles, trying to assess
Drake's reaction to her, really. And not just to her hair- to
all of her, but it was true that her hair was the thing that
most stood about at her at first glance. And at second, for
that matter, and probably the third. It was...unique, as Mari
so circumspectly put it.

"Not the sort of thing a man would like, though..." she
murmurred skeptically as she turned back to the table, her
face drawn in thought. She was already starting to take
another ruminative sip of wine when she caught Mari's eye, and
thought suddenly that she had better explain herself further.

"Oh, I'm not talking about me! By heaven, no," Linnette
laughed and shook her head as she set the cup down, mentally
shocked at the very idea of doing that to her own hair. By
Mary, Gedeon would have fainted with horror at the sight. He
had loved her hair.

"It's just..." this was it. The opportunity Linnette had been
fishing for to bring up the subject of Drake, but suddenly,
her mouth was dry and she didn't seem to be able to put
anything into words. Nothing that made sense, anyway, and was
seemly at the same time. There was a light, fluttery
nervousness in her stomach, as if she were speaking to someone
of much greater stature than Mari.

"Well, there's someone else I know- a widower-" she added the
qualification hastily, as if the fact of having been
previously married made said man more respectable. Actually,
in Linnette's considered opinion, it did.

"And I've been sort of...keeping an eye out for him, if you
know what I mean." She didn't mention that this so-called
"keeping an eye out" had only begun that very morning, on the
way back from the infirmary. No, she was content to leave Mari
with the impression that this was a much more long-standing
thing, dating back from when Gedeon was alive- because
anything else wouldn't really be appropriate, would it?
Linnette's face shifted involuntarily into a discontented
expression as she tried to call up the image of Drake running
his hand over Neeve's cropped hair and found it suddenly
displeasing. No, he wouldn't like Neeve's hair as it was at
all...but hair grew. It was fixable. Linnette reached quickly
for her cup and sipped at the wine again, this time giving
Mari a sheepish smile and a shrug, for the foolishness of her
plan. And it probably was foolish- but it was a curious relief
to be able to speak of it, even in guarded and round-about
language.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Wed Nov 19, 2008 9:40 pm
Rosita and Nolan


Rosita and Kayley made their way so that they flanked the
Roman party on one side while Micah and the others flanked
them on the other side. The two women crept low in the brush,
peering out as Smith approached from the rear on his horse.

Rosita slowly and silently raised her arm and pulled an arrow
from her quiver and lined her bow with Tristan in her sights.
Rosita knew the Sarmatian with the braids and tattooed cheeks
was the scout. He was a real threat, so she would take him
down first. Arthur was the closest to Guinevere and Rosita
knew that Nolan would take him should he try anything. Rosita
turned over her right shoulder and mouthed something to
Kayley, then nodded her head toward the Romans. Kayley took
Rosita's other bow, lined an arrow up and aimed at Amadeus.
Should anything go wrong, both women were ready to take both
men out. Rosita laid flat on her stomach and controlled her
breathing, waiting for something to happen.

Guinevere
 
“That would be barbaric Nolan. And we are not
savages...despite what they might think.”


Nolan snarled at the lost opportunity to kill. His hand
twisted on the hilt of his sword, turning his knuckles white.
Oh, how he wanted to kill Arthur Castus!

Guinevere
 
“I would believe you are lost, Arthur. You are a long
way from home hmm? Missing me already, I assume? Or
merely seeking to heal the Optio’s insult?”


Nolan watched as Guinevere approached Arthur and whispered in
his ear. The tall woad looked up at the optio with a
threatening look, as though daring him to make a move. Nolan
took a step closer to the pompous Roman, a man he'd never seen
before, and narrowed his eyes at him. Nolan looked quite
menacing in his blue war paint, his dark hair blowing wildly
about his head. He gnashed his teeth at the grey-eyed man and
the woad swore he smelled fear on him. Nolan's gnashing turned
into an evil grin.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:15 am
Mirtha


Mirtha had never shared his alcohol with anybody before. It
was his stuff... only his. But this time he felt it was okey
to share it. He didn't know why. Mybe it was because of the
mood today... or because it was already a very strange day
alread. Who knows?

He liked to drink alone... with his own thoughts and his own
problems. He liked to drink himself to the point he did not
remember anything... when the world spinned around... when he
had no senses at all. He liked to curse the world, gods and
everyone for the life he had... And he liked to be out of his
mind, once in a while... Out of his mind... it meant when he
didn't remeber what had he done. He liked it... It kept him
going somehow.

Today he felt bad about it.... He used Ione because of it. He
was nervous because of it. His voice was harsh and his throat
was sore because of this drinking. He felt bad about it...
But who cared? And why should he care?

Karl
 
"Oh...yeah...


A large sip from Mirtha's bottle was taken and stablemaster
watched the man silently. Then grasped a packages thrown at
him from Karl. He frowned slightly as he propped himself
beside Karl.

Karl
 
"Can't drink on a empty stomach now kin we?"


Mirtha shook his head puting the food on the ground and
streanching his hand for the bottle. He shrugged and murmured
something under his nose. He didn't need any food for
drinking.

Karl
 
"Whoa! That's some good stuff!You're alright with me,
Mirtha,"


Mirtha smiled slightly and took the bottle from Karl after he
had done drinking. He sipped a lot of it hismelf and closed
his eyes briefly.

"Yhea.. it's not bad." he said hoarsly. "I probably shouldn't
be drinking... If that fucking captain of yours see me like
that.. I'll be back in that stinky cell room!"
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Author: Darya
Date: Thu Nov 20, 2008 12:25 pm
Darya


The dark Sarmatian watched Lancelot take his leave and briefly
shook her head. But before she could get lost in her own
thoughts once more, Tatiana reacted to her earlier proposal
regarding a drink for the stable-hand…

Tatiana
 
"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. I still think that Lancelot's definetly very
good looking. 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."


Darya blinked at the excited stream of words and could not
help the faint wry smile that tugged at the corner of her
mouth. However, she was not sure if she should actually voice
her true thoughts concerning what Lancelot was probably
thinking about Tatiana and her way of addressing him…or if she
should find a comprise-way since she did not want to lie to
the girl.

“Well…”, the dark-haired said and slowly moved on towards the
tavern, confident that Tatiana would come along, “…I think a
drink will help you to calm down again.” She gave the girl
another half-smile. “It seems our dear First Knight has made
you…a bit nervous…”

The Sarmatian paused and pushed the door to the tavern open as
the two reached the building, waiting for Tatiana to pass her
and enter first. She could of course spoil the girl’s
enthusiasm regarding Lancelot…but she did not want to. She
would certainly get enough chances to do so later; no doubt
the knight himself would provide her with the reasons for it.
He had a talent there. “He certainly is a handsome man
though…”, Darya added as she watched Tatiana to see if the
stable-hand would pick a table or of she would have to do that
herself, “…a man who obviously has just made quite an
impression on you…”
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Thu Nov 20, 2008 12:59 pm
Arthur


Oh Arthur was acutely aware of the show of aggression from
Guinevere’s single companion, but the Commander would not be
intimidated so easily. And by all appearances, the man was not
in command of the Woads present….thus Arthur’s focus remained
on Merlin’s daughter…and her dark eyes only. Arthur also knew
that she would not attack him personally and doubted the
dark-haired beauty would allow her kinsmen to draw weapons
against Arthur’s men without provocation. The small smile that
played upon her lips – seemingly for him only - spoke to
Arthur far more than any words could have....

Nolan
 
"Leave here now, while you still have the chance, Roman.
Merlin wants nothing more to do with you."


….even idle threats from the warrior at her side. No, Arthur’s
green eyes never wavered from Guinevere’s expression despite
the taunts from her companion. But the Commander would not
hesitate to draw his blade should the man persist. Arthur was
not fully recovered, but even in his current condition it
would take much more than a single Woad with an attitude to
best Arthur. He was a master of war and wielded Excalibur with
a brute strength and precision rarely matched by any foe in
hand to hand combat. Even without Lancelot at his back.

Nolan
 
"Let's be done and kill them now, princess."


Arthur remained stoic and impassive – green eyes only for
her….quietly observing every nuance in her appearance and body
language…noting the confidence and ease in which Guinevere was
equally regarding the Commander in return. Oh what powerful
allies they would have made if circumstances had been
different.

Guinevere
 
“That would be barbaric Nolan. And we are not
savages...despite what they might think.”


Arthur waited with temperate patience while Guinevere spoke a
few words in mild reprimand to this ‘Nolan’. His gloved
fingers flexed on the leather straps of Casti’s reins in his
hands behind his back. But that was the only outward
indication of Arthur’s impatience, and at any rate went unseen
by anyone in front of him. Guinevere’s gaze never left
Arthur’s even while she spoke to the other and sheathed her
small weapon. The Commander had no doubt that the lady was
lethal with a blade…should she be so inclined. And Arthur also
knew – without a doubt – that it was Guinevere that commanded
this party of Woads…thus it was with her that the Commander
must reach a peaceful accord before having even the slimmest
of chances at gaining access to Merlin.

Guinevere
 
“I would believe you are lost, Arthur. You are a long
way from home hmm? Missing me already, I assume? Or
merely seeking to heal the Optio’s insult?”


Her voice was melodic, yet still conveyed Guinevere’s inner
strength. Was she teasing him? Arthur’s emerald eyes glinted
in the afternoon sun as the grey skies briefly parted
overhead. But the bright light was a fleeting thing and as the
grey once again choked out the sun…she closed what little
distance had been between them. Arthur’s expression was
unflinching even as Guinevere tilted her head upwards towards
his ear. He inhaled her scent – woodsy, crisp…chilled by the
wintry winds and cold sky. Or so he assumed.

Guinevere
 
“We have dead to attend to. Are you sure you are willing
to suffer Merlin’s anger?”


…her breath was a wisp of welcomed warm air on the chilled
shell of Arthur’s ear if only for the briefest of moments.

“I seek Merlin to reconcile a wrong that was done, yes,”
Arthur gave his answer – truthfully and in a tone that clearly
gave away his determination. He then allowed a genuine smile;
one hand coming around from behind to lightly touch at
Guinevere’s elbow. “I will gladly suffer your father’s anger
if it will settle the matter of peace between us once and for
all,” Arthur added, making his intentions quite clear. “Are
you in need of aid here? I offer assistance in exchange for
your cooperation…allow me passage to Merlin,” Arthur gave his
terms with a small press at the lady’s elbow and then broke
the physical contact between them…although his intense gaze
never left Guinevere’s dark eyes. She had known Arthur long
enough to know he was a man of his word. And all the better if
he could convince Merlin’s daughter to escort them to the
village….peacefully.

Arthur’s wound chose this very moment to pain him and it took
every ounce of his willpower to mask the ache in his side. His
cheek momentarily twitched though, but the smile upon his lips
never faltered. Arthur did not think on himself as charming or
handsome…but if those natural born gifts that he so humbly
chose to ignore were of use at all, now was the time….as he
faced the lady warrior with the soulful black eyes and who
could either inflict more pain or who could instead aid Arthur
in his quest for peace and redemption.
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Author: Darya
Date: Thu Nov 20, 2008 1:01 pm
Neeve


Neeve nodded at Vanora when the tavern-manager reacted to her
words or gratitude. But then the three reached their
destination and the healer’s blue eyes shifted towards Neeria
again. Nothing of the earlier bitchiness seemed to be left as
the Woad glanced at their surrounding like a child: with huge
eyes and obvious amazement reflected in her face.

Neeria
 
"Is this her home? Do all people here live in a place
like this? Is this like your home?"


The healer furrowed her brow as she tried to decide which
question she should – or could – answer first, but Vanora
already spoke…

Vanora
 
"Is this like our... No, dear, this is the house my
husband, myself and my children all live in. It is not
fancy, or huge, but it is where we live. And all of
those are my darling children... Sorry, the house is
sort of a mess. Please, take a seat, and I'll see if I
can find those clothes. Shouldn't take long..."


Neeve pursed her lips and let her gaze follow Vanora’s
gestures. She found herself amazed every time she realized
just how many children Vanora and Bors already had…and
secretly was pretty sure that more would follow. But then it
seemed the redhead was born to be a mother anyway while Neeve
herself could not even imagine having a child, let alone
several. The healer smirked slightly to herself before
focusing on Neeria again.

“Not all people of Badon have their own house…”, the Briton
added to Vanora’s reply, “…some only have a room in one of the
huge buildings or live in small huts like the Roman soldiers…”
The raven-haired woman deliberately ignored Neeria’s question
about whether or not she lived in a house, too. Neeve should
probably still stay in her old room in the back of the
infirmary…but Arthur had allowed her to live in Markaad’s old
room instead. It was a room meant for two knights…now it was a
room for two healers since she was sharing it with Isolde.
However, it was of course located among the knights' rooms and
therewith made it easy for her to check on the Sarmatians if
necessary. Especially since it was near impossible to get a
part of them into the infirmary; Lancelot being the worst of
them.

Then Neeve entered Vanora’s house and even though she had been
grateful for the cold clear air outside, she now welcomed the
warmth of the building. Her anger had faded somewhat and she
hoped Neeria would not heat it up again so soon. “But please,
Vanora…make short work of it”, the healer addressed the
redhead before the other woman could disappear to search for
the promised clothes, “…do not give away what you and your
family need yourselves… I’ll find another solution if
necessary…”
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Thu Nov 20, 2008 1:20 pm

Tatiana


Darya
 
“Well…”, “…I think a drink will help you to calm down
again.” …” “He certainly is a handsome man though…”, “…a
man who obviously has just made quite an impression on
you…”


Reaching a table, Tatiana pulled out a chair and slid into it
as she thought over what Darya told her. "Yes, he is and yes
he did at that" She said to her friend, slowly coming down off
of the feelings that had bubbled through her during her
meeting with the First Knight. "Wait a minute, are you saying
he didn't quite like the way I addressed him? Darya, I need to
know something, and please be honest with me, since he's a
kinsman of yours..

"Did he think I was being flighty or odd? What did he think of
me?" She asked glancing down at the table before meeting her
friend's eyes again.

"I need to know so just in case we happen to run into each
other again somewhere in here, I can put some sort of lid on
my feelings and not or at least try not to act like that
around him." She said while mentally preparing herself for
whatever the dark-haired might or would say.
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Thu Nov 20, 2008 1:35 pm

Bors


The Woad on the horse behind them made Bors twitchy, and it
was all he could do to leave his left hand on top of his right
on the pommel of his saddle, to prevent himself from sliding
his sword free of its scabbard to kill the insolent bugger.
Woads shouldn't have horses. It wasn't right.

Titrus
 
"Psst. Bors, if we make it out of here alive, I'll buy
you enough ale to get you drunk enough till you can't
piss straight!"


The burly knight stared at the Roman by his side, whom he was
beginning to take a grudging liking to. Could it be that some
of the arrogant pricks were actually human under that poncey
gold armour and girly robes? He barked out a single short
laugh, glancing towards Arthur even as he did so to see if his
mirth disturbed him. No worries there - their illustrious
leader seemed to be completely bewitched by the Woad whore.

Titrus
 
"Quintus, that goes double for you. You'll need it
before we hit that curfew,"


"You've got yerself a date, mate," he replied softly from the
corner of his mouth. "But I warn you now, I can always piss
straight, drunk or not... It's holding it that's the problem!"

With that he raised his left hand and made it into a fist.

"Know what I mean?" he winked and leered lewdly as he coughed
up a gravelly snigger.
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Author: TwistOfShadows
Date: Thu Nov 20, 2008 5:39 pm
Guinevere


Guinevere was being watched, studied, analysed by her male
enemies. It was true, she was merely a woman...but oh so
understood by the ignorant. Guinevere stood defiantly before
Artorius Castus, and her chin was lifted high, boldly. Her
form was lean, lithe, and clearly toned from climbing trees
and covering long distances on foot. She was not fat and lazy
like most Romans, and she certainly did not have ideas above
her station. Guinevere was Merlin’s daughter, and commanded
respect as thus. Many men had threatened to defile her, abuse
her, violate this strikingly strong femme...but did she pay
them any attention? Her eyes were ablazed onyx and black, and
she met Arthur with little hesitation. She knew this man, and
was familiar with the enemy. This meeting certainly carried
more weight and loyalty than spitting insults at a Roman
elitest who believed life was bred on blood and gold.
Guinevere had little patience for male judgements. She had led
entire armies, and she had killed men with her small blue
hands. Let them judge. She could feel their hard gazes upon
her form, and she drew strength from it. She pulled her
shoulders back, and stood her ground better for it.

Nolan spoke out of turn...but it was in her defence.
Unfortunately for him, Nolan did not understand Artorius
Castus, and that held him at a severe disadvantage. Rome
viewed their people as savages, barbarians, and wasn’t it a
sweet shock to find them more civilised and intelligent than
themselves? Rome had its philosophers, its senators, its
church...but Briton had its people. Briton had Merlin.
Artorius was their most capable enemy, and Guinevere knew
this. He was clever, and a dangerous man. Should he be
challenged. Guinevere did not underestimate that.
Guinevere stood close to the Commander, and spoke privately
with him. She had power here, she commanded the pathway and
passage that Arthur sought. But why should it be granted?

Arthur
 
“I seek Merlin to reconcile a wrong that was done, yes,
I will gladly suffer your father’s anger if it will
settle the matter of peace between us once and for all,
Are you in need of aid here? I offer assistance in
exchange for your cooperation…allow me passage to
Merlin,”


Guinevere did not withdraw from Arthur. Her body was close,
and she only imagined what his companions must be assuming.
Her dark eyes looked at him, intense and potent in their calm
gaze, and she listened. The woman’s expression did not change,
not even when she felt his hand touch gently at her elbow. His
palm was cold against her blue skin, and she glanced down at
his contact, lifting her brows in amusement. Her own hand came
up to rest upon Arthur’s breastplate, and she traced the
engravings with her small fingers. Very Roman. It may have
appeared intimate...but rather, it was calculated. The woman
had never liked metal armour, it made it harder to slice
through a man’s stomach. She pressed her palm flat against his
chest, and glanced down at the small space between them. She
could not see any hidden or disguised weaponry, and she did
not hide her enquiring gaze. Arthur stepped away, and she
retreated in that same moment. The woman nodded her head
bluntly, unaffected. Theirs was a strange friendship,
familiarity, and Guinevere was sure he used her as a tool. A
key to her father, perhaps? It mattered not. The woman blinked
lazily at him, considering his words. Guinevere would never
attack unprovoked, and Arthur knew this...surely?

“If you seek to right every wrong committed against my people
by Rome, Artorius, I fear you will be here for several long
seasons.” Guinevere spoke levelly, smoothly, and her amusement
was evident. Arthur was clever with words, and his presence
commanded attention, compliance. But Guinevere was no fool,
and she would certainly not be treated as one. What aid could
he offer her? Rome had done more than enough in the last week.
Her lips lifted into a cold and brief smile, and she raised
her hand to signal her brethren. “Very well. You have the
passage you seek, but it does not come freely. We will escort
you...” Guinevere turned her back on Arthur, but looked back
at him over her shoulder. “Keep close. I would not like to see
anything terrible befall your men...”

Guinevere held Arthur’s green gaze, and smiled. In any other
circumstances, it would have seemed light-hearted, but
Guinevere used this to her advantage. She blinked at him, and
then turned back to her men, speaking loudly.

“Hold your positions. Surrounded at all times.” Guinevere made
no secret of her orders, and she waited patiently for Arthur
to mount his horse. She could not deny her curiosity. Arthur
was unpredictable, clever, and Guinevere was intrigued by him.
Half British, half Roman? What a fine British warrior he would
have made...and handsome too. Arthur was wasted on Roman
loyalty...
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu Nov 20, 2008 7:10 pm
Quintus


Titrus
 
"Psst. Bors, if we make it out of here alive, I'll buy
you enough ale to get you drunk enough till you can't
piss straight! Quintus, that goes double for you. You'll
need it before we hit that curfew."


Bors
 
"You've got yerself a date, mate. But I warn you now, I
can always piss straight, drunk or not...it's holding it
that's the problem! Know what I mean?"


"Shhh!" Quintus shot a sharp, annoyed glance towards the
Sarmatian, wishing that he and Titrus would shut up with the
bloody jokes for a minute so they could maybe hear what was
going on. Titrus was his superior, of course, and he could say
nothing directly to him, and normally Quintus had nothing to
do with the Sarmatians, but in this case, he was willing to,
for a moment, cross the lines of strict heirarchy and express
his feelings. The Commander and the Woad woman seemed to be
exchanging some important words...Arthur had his hand on her
elbow, he said something else, his voice an unintelligible
rumble, then withdrew his hand again...and then Quintus
thought he caught the word "passage" in the Woad woman's
answer, and she raised her hand as if giving some sort of
signal, then half-turned away. Her male companion, however,
looked just as threatening as ever. What was happening? Were
they going on...and to where?
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:27 pm
Brendyn


Brendyn was trying to remain alert, but his body was beginning
to remind him that he had just gotten over night watch before
the order to be on this mission came about. He stiffled a
yawn, and shifted very slightly in his saddle. He had not said
much to the others as it was hard to hear what was said while
conversing. The young soldier looked over at Bors, then to
Titrus and lastly to Quintus. When he had first met the
Sarmatian, Brendyn had decided to like the husky knight. As a
matter of fact, after meeting Gawain then Galahad, he had
decided that Sarmatians were not all as bad as he had heard.
His eyes followed Bors as he moved his horse closer to
Quintus's. He was already well in protection distance to
Titrus , Quintus and Arthur... Being in the middle of the
group but well within earshot of any of them made it easy for
him to defend, but to him Arthur was the priority. Tyranus
shifted a bit, slowly moving a tad closer to the Commander. It
was then that Titrus and Bors began to talk, and it was
slightly annoying as this really was not the time to be
talking ale and women... well and the art of pissing straight
when drunk. Brendyn liked a good ale, but he had never been so
drunk as to not be able to collect his senses the next
morning. He had never gotten the corrilation between women and
ale, but then it seemed to him that it was duty first and
therefore being sober enough to carry out an order....

Bors
 
"Mmm..." "More than they're letting on anyway. I can
smell 'em." "Shame she's not naked eh mate?" "Give us
sumfink to look at at least while we wait. We'll be 'ere
for bloody hours while they piss about round each uvva.
And it's all a load of crap anyway. If they've decided
they're gonna kill us nuffink Arfa says'll make any
difference."


Titrus
 
"Not enough arse though and her teets are too small,"
"Psst. Bors, if we make it out of here alive, I'll buy
you enough ale to get you drunk enough till you can't
piss straight!" "Quintus, that goes double for you.
You'll need it before we hit that curfew,"


Quintus
 
"Shhh!"


Brendyn looked over at Bors, then at Titrus with a frown Kill
us? Be here for hours? Thankfully, Quintus had finally told
them to hush up. Brendyn stroked Tyranus's soft black fur
calming the animal though the horse had calmed quite a bit.
All the while, his eyes remained on the bushes and trees about
the group. If he was scared, or afraid, he didn't show it
outwardly. The young soldier furrowed his brow at the chat
between the Lieutenant and the Sarmatian, but continued to
look at nothing now but the talk between Arthur and Guinevere.
He did not have the acute senses of the Scout, but he got the
feeling of being watched, and he hated it, yet he remained
calm as did Tyranus. One false move and that would be the end
of the talks. He still kept in mind what Malcus had told the
group in the briefing: to defend Arthur and each other with
your life, and then what Arthur had said: this was a mission
of peace above all else. Brendyn was amazed by the way Arthur
and Guinevere never wavered in their gazes. Even as things
took place about them, the two still held each other's gaze.
No doubt searching each other's eyes for signs of treachery.
Antonius had always told his men that the only way to see an
enemy was to search their eyes as they were wells to their
souls...

It seemed that this was true in this case.

Arthur
 
“I seek Merlin to reconcile a wrong that was done, yes,”
“I will gladly suffer your father’s anger if it will
settle the matter of peace between us once and for all,”
“Are you in need of aid here? I offer assistance in
exchange for your cooperation…allow me passage to
Merlin,”


Brendyn raised an eyebrow. Well that was a good sign of a
peace offering... sort of. He studied Guinevere, hoping that
she'd take the offer. She seemed wise beyond her years, but
still she was a woad... could she really be unreasonable
toward the Roman Commander's offer? His answer came in her
response as she raised her hand in signal to those hiding
about them, Then turned her back on the Commander. Brendyn got
a feeling of tenseness, though he showed none of it. It was
just not a good time to do so...

Guinevere
 
“If you seek to right every wrong committed against my
people by Rome, Artorius, I fear you will be here for
several long seasons.” “Very well. You have the passage
you seek, but it does not come freely. We will escort
you...” “Keep close. I would not like to see anything
terrible befall your men...” “Hold your positions.
Surrounded at all times.”


Well, at least they got passage to see Merlin and that was a
good start, though more tense than Brendyn hoped to feel. He
took the leather reins firmly but lightly in his right hand,
and left the other rest on his upper leg waiting for Arthur to
remount. The one he had not studied through this was the
Optio, Amadeus. He had not even really reacted to Guinevere's
phrase about "the Optio's Insult". Well, he was still not sure
what to make of him. Brendyn just decided to continue
observing, and being alert... though deep down, a bed and a
few days sleep would be most welcomed. Outwardly, the soldier
readied himself for what he saw as an adventure. Where she and
her body guard would take them, he could only guess, so he
prepared himself to follow them...
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Fri Nov 21, 2008 12:41 am
Dagonet


There were tears in his eyes now... Saoirse told him what she
felt... she told the thing he couldn't say in the infirmary.

He could stop pretending anything now. This moment was a great
relief for both of them. He hoped so at least.

It brought a relief to him.

The tears in his eyes where not the grieving tears, but tears
of happiness to have her in her arms, so thight beside him...
so close. The happiness that he could not show before. The
relief to see her unharmed... well besides that leg... after a
Woad attack on the fort. Relief that she didn't disappear on
him again. Relief that she was here with him. Helping him.

She grasped his tunic while he spoke and Dagonet found it
heartbreaking... it felt like Saoirse wanted to keep him in
place, like she was afraid of loosing him. It told him that
death of Gedeon was a great shock and sadness for her also...
That it made her realise that Dagonet could die also. Never
return to her thight embrace. This realisation hit her hard...
as well the tall knight right now. He did not think in this
way. He had never positioned himself in her place. He never
knew how hard it must be to wait.... Not being sure what was
going on. And how much had she suffered seeing him injured on
that cart? Thinking maybe that it was him that had not
returned.

Saoirse
 
"I love ye too. An' I grieve fer him too, love, I swear
I do. I just can't help feelin' relieved tha' ... tha'
... I'm just so glad ye came back t'me."


Dagonet kept her close... feeling her warmth and sympathizing
her in this moment. He didn't know... He didn't realise that
she must have been hurt also... Hurt over him grieving over
his son, while she felt the happiness of being again together
with Dagonet.

He remained silent, but his eyes shimmered in tears. Tears for
her and for what she had to feel right now.

"I understand, little one" he spoke softly. "And sorry... that
I couldn't see that. I am happy to be here with you... really"
he whispered. "There is nothing wrong with that."

Gedeon would like that... he thought closing his eyes again
briefly. His son would like him to go on...to be happy... to
stop looking behind his shoulders. Gedeon would like him to
stop being guilty and sorry for what he had done. Gedeon would
like see his father fighting, as he had always done. So
Dagonet will fight for himself and for the ones around him...
He will struggle to find a little light of happiness for
himself and hold on it.

Saoirse
 
"D'ye feel up t'this bath then?"


A smile appeared on his face as she asked the question. He
nodded silently.

"Aye..." he said, but did not move. "I don't want to hear
more, how I stink of horse and blood"
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Author: Darya
Date: Fri Nov 21, 2008 12:41 pm
Darya


When Tatiana finally admitted that Darya had been very right
with her appraisal of the effect Lancelot had had on the
stable-hand, the Sarmatian licked her lips stiffly and briefly
lowered her gaze to the ground to not make her amused smirk
too obvious. She followed the girl to the next table and sat
down on the free chair once Tatiana had chosen her seat.
Darya’s dark eyes immediately scanned the room…and she spotted
Linnette talking to the girl she had seen with Milan a few
times, and a few other more or less familiar faces. Twisting
her mouth slightly, the dark-haired then focused on the hawk
on her arm and perched the bird onto the back rest of the
third chair at the table…making sure the animal found its
balance as she did so.

Then Darya kept an eye open for one of the wenches to come by
to take their order…

Tatiana
 
"Wait a minute, are you saying he didn't quite like the
way I addressed him? Darya, I need to know something,
and please be honest with me, since he's a kinsman of
yours… Did he think I was being flighty or odd? What did
he think of me? I need to know so just in case we
happen to run into each other again somewhere in here, I
can put some sort of lid on my feelings and not or at
least try not to act like that around him."


For a moment, the Sarmatian just looked at Tatiana…not sure
how to react. The girl’s excitement was so amusing…it was
almost cute. Then the dark-haired breathed a quiet laugh and
leaned her head back for a moment. She brushed a hand over her
face and shook her head slightly before meeting Tatiana’s gaze
again. “I’m not a mind-reader…”, she finally said, “…and
Lancelot is quite unpredictable in everything he does…or does
not.” Darya sighed and schooled her features to a more neutral
expression. “Certainly your very…apparent…admiration flattered
him a lot and was good for his already big Ego…”, the female
Sarmatian added, “…yet I’m not quite sure what you expect from
me now, Tatiana. What do you want to hear?”

Or what would you like to hear?, Darya added in thought before
she was distracted by one of the serving wenches stopping at
their table.

“A tea for me, please…a piece of raw meat for the bird if you
have…and a strong drink for her…”, she ordered and briefly
pointed at Tatiana. Since the stable-hand had told her that
she had never had anything stronger than a lemon tea, the
Sarmatian decided without further ado to take care of the
order for both of them. And even though the wench appeared a
bit confused by the hawk and the meat Darya had just ordered,
she nodded and moved to get the drinks and the meat… With
that, Darya’s gaze lingered questioningly on Tatiana again…
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Fri Nov 21, 2008 1:26 pm

Tatiana


Darya
 
“I’m not a mind-reader…”, , “…and Lancelot is quite
unpredictable in everything he does…or does not.”
“Certainly your very…apparent…admiration flattered him a
lot and was good for his already big Ego…”, “…yet I’m
not quite sure what you expect from me now, Tatiana.
What do you want to hear?”


"That's good..at least *that* part of it worked out just
fine." Tatiana replied, letting out a breath of air that she
hadn't realized that the stable-hand was holding in. "I guess
what I'm really trying to ask, is, since I've never met anyone
quite like him before, should I have not touched him on his
hand but on his cheek, instead? Did I do or say anything wrong
when I met him in the stableyard? Would he mind my talking to
him again, if we were to meet in here somewhere? I'm just so
confused where Lancelot's concerned." She said puffing out a
breath of air, while trying to get her thoughts into some type
of order. "Did I go overboard somewhere during our first
meeting?"
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