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November 2008
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Nov 21, 2008 3:29 pm
Adian


"AWWW FUCK IT ALL!"

He had once again hit his finger with the hammer... second
time during the course of the day. Why could he not just keep
him mind on his work? Adian dropped the hammer, and brought
the injured finger to his mouth as if to stop the pain. There
was something about the young woman he had seen in the tavern
that had bothered him... was it the ragged clothes that the
healer had drug the woman into the tavern in? Well, that was a
low form of humiliation, and what was that curly headed man's
interest in the woman? Even if she was a prisoner, or perhaps
some homeless woman begging, or thieving for money she should
have had a bath and a bit of a cleaning before taking her
about like some germ for others to stare at.

A bath.

Tatiana.

With all of the work he had left to do, he was not sure if
he'd be home on time... if not a bit late. He had promised her
a quiet evening, but he also had to make some money to put
aside for food and clothes. His boots were almost worn out. He
was sure Tatiana would understand if he was a bit late.
Stepping back from the new window frame he had made, Adian
judged it, his trained eyes moving over the surface to make
sure everything was a good snug, not tight fit. It is was snug
and with wood expanded, the frame would crack. Satisfied with
his work on the frame, Adian moved over to another damaged
part of the infirmary. He was almost done with the repairs,
then he'd move on to the next damaged building.

There was a good and bad side to the woad attacks: they did
cause grief, but if they did not attack, he would not have so
much work to do.

And he liked to keep busy.
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Author: Darya
Date: Sat Nov 22, 2008 3:28 am
Darya


Tatiana
 
"That's good..at least that part of it worked out just
fine. 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. Did I go overboard
somewhere during our first meeting?"


Darya took a deep breath and frowned slightly as she continued
to listen to Tatiana’s words. For someone who had never met
the First Knight before, she was showing a strange interest in
him. Especially since he was in a rather…bad shape…today. For
the female Sarmatian, it was an amusing if not a ridiculous
thought that her kinsman’s oh so charming show outside the
tavern had made such an impact on Tatiana. But then…

At least that part of it worked out just fine???

“Just to make sure I get it right here…”, the dark-haired then
mused and arched an eyebrow at the stable-hand, “…you wanted
to play up to him? For what? You don’t know him, right?” Darya
puffed out a breath. “Oh, let me guess…you have heard some of
those rumours about him? Or have listened to other women
slobbering over him?”

No matter if their chitchat was just their dreams or something
they had heard from yet another person…

Then the serving wench returned and placed a mug of tea in
front of Darya…and a mug of ale – at least by the smell of it
– in front of Tatiana. She had also brought a small plate with
a few already chopped pieces of raw meat. Darya handed the
woman a few coins and thanked her before picking up a piece of
meat… She held it out for Tristan’s hawk…and the bird first
tilted its head as if suspicious…but then took the meat out of
her hand… The Sarmatian smiled wryly for a moment…but then
focused on Tatiana again.

“Or let’s put it the other way round…”, the dark-haired
continued while clasping her mug of tea with both her hands,
glad for the warmth it was radiating as she did so, “…what do
you want from Lancelot? Maybe if I know that, I can tell you
whether or not it might work for you…”
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Sat Nov 22, 2008 7:00 am

Bors


Guinevere
 
“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.”


Ah, now this sounded promising, and it hadn't taken as long as
Bors had feared either. He grinned to himself wolfishly, and
spat onto the ground over his mount's left shoulder before
hitching his bulk straighter in the saddle. The bit about
being surrounded he didn't like though, and he threw a hard
look over his shoulder at the Woad on the horse behind them.

He picked up his reins loosely and held them low on the pommel
of his saddle, in his left hand as always, leaving his right
hand free to draw his sword swiftly over his arm should he
need it. The big gelding shivered beneath him, eager to be
gone, as it caught the tension in its master's touch.

"That drink might be closer than you fink Titrus me old mate,"
he murmured under his breath. "I 'ope you've got deep pockets,
there's not a man in that fort can drink me under the table."

He stole a quick glance at Quintus, and decided that if it
came to it, he wouldn't be too quick to jump to that one's
rescue. Let the pompous prick fend for himself. Who did he
think he was, telling Bors to 'Sshh'? Tosser.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:54 am
Titrus


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?"


Titrus buried his mouth in his closed fist and giggled
hysterically. Then he winked back Bors, acknowledging his
complete understanding.

Quintus
 
"Shhh!"


Quintus shot Bors a dirty look, reprimanding him for speaking.
Titrus knew the admonishment was meant for him as well, though
Quintus didn't dare address it directly to the lieutenant.

"Quintus, that's enough. There's nothing wrong with sharing
humor in a tense moment like this. I can assure you that the
commander and the optio can handle what's going on with the
woads without any assistance from you. It would be best for
you to harness your feelings of discomfort and to relax a
little. Commander Castus will let us know what we should do
and when we should do it. In the meantime, we know we are
surrounded and are being watched. That's all the information
we need for now."

Then Titrus turned back to Bors. Trying to look serious.

Bors
 
"That drink might be closer than you fink Titrus me old
mate, I 'ope you've got deep pockets, there's not a man
in that fort can drink me under the table."


"My pockets have to be deep, if you know what I mean.." Titrus
wagged his eyebrows at Bors and giggled again.

Then the lieutenant looked ahead just as Guinevere spoke loud
enough for all of them to hear.

Guinevere
 
“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.”


Titrus looked at Quintus.

"See, you didn't miss a thing."

The lieutenant tightened the grip of his reins, adjusted in
his saddle and murmured with knitted brows.

"Well. Here we go."
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sat Nov 22, 2008 1:54 pm
Gawain


Eyla
 
“You are playing hard to get, Knight.” “Let me tell you
something about me, sweetheart. And listen carefully.”
“My name is Eyla Attriabes, and I am the best and most
beautiful woman in this fortress. I am also a whore,
prostitute, wench...call me what you will, because it
does not trouble me. Now, a sensible man would have my
skirts up around my ears by now...so...” “Come over
here, throw me against a wall...and make me whimper your
name until I can’t speak for screaming...”


Looking quite very uncomfortable in his predicament, Gawain
glanced over at his female companion standing next to
Trickster's stall, a come-hither look in her dark
ebony-colored eyes that were almost turning into a smoky color
during her little speech.

"I'm sorry for leading you on, Eyla, as well as playing hard
to get as you put it with this little act, but I was only
helping Galahad out back there in the arena. You're very
pretty and I'll pay you for your time while you were with me.

Its just that you're making me very nervous and skittish with
you being so close to me. I like women, truly, but you're just
a bit to flamboyant for my tastes, love."

Trickster neighed, pawed and snorted while standing in his
stall, untacked sensing his master's discomfort with her
standing so close to him. Almost as if he was giving her his
disapproval at making him so jittery.









Tatiana

Darya
 
“Just to make sure I get it right here…”, “…you wanted
to play up to him? For what? You don’t know him, right?”
“Oh, let me guess…you have heard some of those rumours
about him? Or have listened to other women slobbering
over him?” “Or let’s put it the other way round…”,
“…what do you want from Lancelot? Maybe if I know that,
I can tell you whether or not it might work for you…”


While she listened as the dark-haired spoke but before she
replied to her, she watched as Darya picked up a piece of raw
meat from the plate that the serving girl placed down on their
table along with their drinks and fed the hawk with it.

"Well, true, I don't know him, at least not that well.. and
yea..I have heard some of the other ladies talk about him and
I did hear a few of those rumors about him." Tatiana said
nodding slightly.

Bringing the mug of ale to her lips, the stable-hand took a
tentative smell then a sip at the amber colored liquid, before
coughing slightly in reaction to her first swallow of it.

"Darya, you sure weren't kidding about this being a very
strong drink."Tatiana said blinking and wiping at her eyes a
few times.

"I guess what I want is just to have a friendship with him, if
that's even possible?" She took another sip of the ale and
this time it didn't get her coughing.
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Author: TwistOfShadows
Date: Sat Nov 22, 2008 1:56 pm
Eyla


Eyla was a woman in high demand, and made no secret of it. She
had pleasured Roman men, Roman women, Sarmatians,
soldiers...and she enjoyed every moment of it. Her status as a
whore was well-known throughout the fortress of Badon Hill,
and any man who did not know it...was clearly a fool, or so
sexually inept that a woman’s anatomy was like a foreign
country. Eyla did not waste time over one particular man,
because there was always someone else around, always another
to fall prey to her charm. She watched Gawain from beneath her
thick eyelashes, and smirked at him. Oh, but it was
patronising and demanding, but then he was playing a fool! A
self-restrained and hesitant Sarmatian? Whatever next! Did he
not realise he could die tomorrow, or next week? Did he value
himself too highly for pleasures of the body...and had he
secretly turned Christian overnight? Eyla’s lips were full in
petulance, and she was growing impatient with his reactions.
Eyla continued her pursuit of men such as Arthur...because
they were true men, wealthy, virtuous, and an enjoyment to
corrupt! But Gawain? He was just another Sarmatian, another
notch on a very long bedpost...

Gawain
 
"I'm sorry for leading you on, Eyla, as well as playing
hard to get as you put it with this little act, but I
was only helping Galahad out back there in the arena.
You're very pretty and I'll pay you for your time while
you were with me. Its just that you're making me very
nervous and skittish with you being so close to me. I
like women, truly, but you're just a bit to flamboyant
for my tastes, love.”


Eyla looked at him, and by god, she thought she was hearing
things! In the space of a few seconds, the Knight had gone
from chivalrous to...offensive? The whore arched her eyebrows
at the Sarmatian, and laughed. Loudly, hard, and very close to
his face. A little flamboyant? Clearly, and far above his
status, standing or capability. The whore was not offended,
but rather very amused by his attempts to patronise her. The
man invited her to see his horse, and then rejected any
attempt to make love with her! Did he not know she was a
whore? Did he not understand how to please a woman? Her sultry
brown eyes dipped to his crutch, and she met his eyes again,
with vehemence...and bitter amusement.

“Love?” Eyla spoke, softly and sweetly. She lifted her
eyebrows at the man, and continued to giggle at him. Her dark
hair curled softly into her impressive bosom, and she smiled
at him. Seductively, beautifully....and completely
patronising. “I am so very sorry Gawain, to have offended you
so quickly. I did not realise that you were inept to pleasure
me...but now it makes perfect sense, lovely. Do not fear. I
have fun enough pleasuring your brothers in arms...oh, and the
Romans.” Eyla pouted at him, her eye sparkling with annoyance.
“You could not afford me, sweetheart. And I doubt your
performance would be worth any form of discount...”
Eyla lifted a finger and pointed it at Gawain’s crotch. She
shook her head, laughing. “More to be desired, eh? You should
speak to Lancelot. He definitely isn’t lacking in any such
area...”

The whore was cruel, blunt, but she did not feel guilty.
Gawain had wasted her time, and then was frightened to lay
with her! Pathetic. Ridiculous, and she had no patience for
it. With a flamboyant swish of skirts, Eyla turned on her heel
and walked out of the stall. She did not allow time for a
reaction, nor did she fancy humouring the Knight. There were
men with money at Badon, men who knew their only chance at
happiness would be between Eyla’s thighs...so why waste time
on a shabby and irritable Sarmatian? The woman was impressive
in her coltish nature, her selfishness. She flicked her hair
over her shoulder, and glared over into the stall where
Galahad was sleeping...
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sat Nov 22, 2008 2:03 pm
Ione


One more side of the cloak to go.

Ione stopped for a moment to check her work making sure that
all of the stitches were uniform and neat looking. loose
threads were unsightly, and they annoyed the weaver, so
whenever she could, she made sure the stitches were tight but
neat. She set her work down for a moment and left her thoughts
drift...

Somewhere out in the cold damp day was someone who she cared
about.

Would he return alive? Was he alright?

She could not imagine not having him about to make her laugh,
talk with, or just to make her blush once in a while... he
made her feel cared for and loved. Ione looked down at the
cloak in her lap, feeling over the soft fabric. What she felt
for him, she'd keep to herself. She lay one hand on her
stomach and felt the baby move gently, and it brought a smile
to her face. Of all of the dreams she had had, to have a child
had been one of them: a baby to care for and love. No, she
didn't know who's child it was, and even if she did, no one
needed to know that either.

Her thoughts went again to the son that she had lost, and a
tear ran down her face. If Titrus were to die, plus the loss
of Ian and Accolan...

Titrus had to come home alive.

His daughters needed him.

He was the bright spot in her life, and her thoughts went out
to him hoping that he'd be home soon. Ione wondered with a
smile if it would seem stupid of her to run up, throw her arms
about him and welcome him home... other women were not afraid
to welcome their men home after a battle or mission, so why
couldn't she? He was not hers per se, but she really cared
about what happened to him, and always wished for him to be
safe...

Slowly, she picked up her work, took up the needle, and began
the last side of the black cloak knowing how handsome he'd
look in it....
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Author: Darya
Date: Sat Nov 22, 2008 2:46 pm
Darya


The dark-haired discretely cleared her throat when Tatiana
once more confirmed her thoughts: of course she had heard some
of the glorious rumours about Lancelot. And of course those
rumours did not only pertain to his skills with his twin
blades. Darya had heard some herself…though they couldn’t
impress her. They amused her…sort of.

Sighing silently, Darya lifted her mug and inhaled the herbal
scent of the warm tea. She briefly closed her eyes and
savoured the feeling the scent was causing. It was calming…yet
refreshing. Carefully, she drank some of the tea while
listening to Tatiana…

Tatiana
 
Darya, you sure weren't kidding about this being a very strong drink."


A corner of the female Sarmatian’s lips twitched slightly
while she glanced at Tatiana over the rim of her own mug.
“It’s ale…”, she explained with a shrug of her shoulder, “…not
the strongest of all drinks but should be enough to calm you
down.” A pause and Darya took another sip of her tea. It felt
so good to feel the warm liquid make its way down her throat.
“And it is Lancelot’s favourite drink…”, she then added,
pretty sure that Tatiana would be happy about yet another
information regarding the First Knight…

Then she removed one of her hands from her mug and picked up
another piece of meat for the hawk. The bird appeared hungry
as it immediately took the meat from her hand again. Well, the
animal would need as much food as she could get to help the
healing process of its wing, the woman assumed. Yet she still
had Tristan’s words in mind: feed her once a day. So this meat
would be all for the hawk today…

Tatiana
 
"I guess what I want is just to have a friendship with
him, if that's even possible?"


Friendship? Darya blinked as she shifted her dark gaze from
the hawk to Tatiana once more. To be honest, she wasn’t even
sure if Lancelot had friends at all. The other knights were
brothers in arms…most women he knew probably could be best
described as conquests or entertainment. Well, and Arthur
was…something else; but not a mere friend. And she herself?
Her relationship to this specific kinsman could certainly not
be described as friendship either. Thus Tatiana’s question
about whether or not a friendship with the knight was even
possible was a quite good one. Just too bad Darya had no idea
what the answer might be…

Pensively, the Sarmatian sipped some more of her tea, trying
to find the right words for her reply; especially since she
did not want to give away too much about Lancelot
either…pretty sure he wouldn’t be too happy about it. “Well…”,
she began hesitantly, “…I guess only time will tell. He is
not…the easiest person, you know.” With that, Darya gave
Tatiana a weak smile, knowing that her reply most likely would
not satisfy the other woman’s hunger for information…but what
else should she say? Things with the First Knight mostly
depended on his mood…
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sat Nov 22, 2008 2:58 pm
Amadeus


Suspcious, immediately Amadeus was suspicious. Why must they
be so close to speak of this? Hadn't Arthur brought him out
here to see how to treat with the woads? Is this what he
expected him to do with Merlin? To whisper sweet nothings in
his ear? Amadeus presumed he would be as likely to go away
without his ear should that be the means to any end...
Arthur's hand came out to touch Guinevere's elbow and for a
moment he had a sickening thought that the two had coupled...
that there was more between them than her being the daughter
of their enemy. To Amadeus' prude eyes this was far too
intimate a contact, far too friendly! He wished that he could
hear what was being said but the two were stood too far away
from him for that.

And the whispering voices behind him were beginning to wear on
Amadeus' very thin patience. Did they not realise that this
was important? Did they have no respect for their Commander or
for themselves that they could not hold their tongue and be
attentive for the briefest of times whilst Arthur struck an
accord with this wench?

Once their deal was brokered then the men could talk without
it being entirely out of order, out of line. The Optio's fist
tightened about the reins of his horse and he leaned forward
in his saddle in an effort to see what transpired between
woman and man.

It was a vain effort. All he saw was the woman lifting her
hand to Arthur's chest. Feeling disgusted at this wanton
display and sick to death of listening to the snippy,
snivelling whispers and snickers from behind the Optio whirred
his horse around quite suddenly. It was just as he was turning
that the supposed 'superior' amongst the men spoke up, and in
a voice loud enough that Amadeus could haer it now that he was
turned to face them.

They made a mockery of the whole mission these men did.
Tristan sat silent, and Quintis and Brendyn too. Amadeus did
not glare at those men but the rest were all fixed with a
resolutely irritated frown. He cared not for his new fangled
reputation as being 'one of the men' in this - oh by God no.
This mission was more important than their whispered
conversations or his reputation amongst them. Amadeus knew
when to plot and when to shut the hell up and attend to a
situation. The men had been brought as an honour guard of
sorts and instead of exemplifying their noble roots in Roman
history they ridiculed both Castus, themselves and yes, they
ridiculed him, Amadeus Scipio.

The highest ranking of the men, Titrus, giggled....! Giggled!

Amadeus glared at him even as he turned to look at Arthur,
seeming to recall himself to their situation here. He glared
at him and then fixed the others with an equally affronted
glower, daring any of them to speak up for he would take good
note of who it was that dared to do so and they would be
severely rebuked for showing such disrespect to their
superiors. Amadeus was all for undermining Castus - but not
when their damn heads sat on the line, and not when it truly
did seem like the Commander had a knack with dealing with the
blue demons even if Aamdeus did not approve of it.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sat Nov 22, 2008 5:56 pm
Karl


Karl smiled as the warm libation slid down his throat.
Wherever Mirtha got his stash, it sure was good. The
stablemaster had put the snacks Karl offered him on the stable
floor. Karl shrugged his shoulders and snatched the goodies
back. Maybe Mirtha didn't like to eat and drink. That was fine
with Karl, that just meant more for him. It also meant that he
wouldn't get sick after drinking all day and puke like a
barnyard dog. The very thought of it made the man quiver.

Mirtha
 
"Yhea.. it's not bad. 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!"


Karl raised an eyebrow as he downed another hefty sip from his
own flask.

"Who?" he asked. "Captain Barbattus?" Karl started laughing.
"You shoulda just told the man yer fucking name, stupid!
Malcus isn't like most of those uptight assholes. Like that
fuckin' Scipio character!" Karl took another drink from the
flask and rolled his eyes.

"Cap'n Barbattus shoot it to ya straight and if you don' t
like it, he'll kick your ass. Just like he kicked yours
today!" Karl laughed again and pull off a piece of jerky with
his teeth.

"Don't get all mad though, mate, drink up!" Karl peeped over a
stall to see if anyone else had come into the stables. "And
after we're done, maybe I'll go find me some pussy," he said
with a sly, wicked grin.









Neeria

Neeria's bones began to thaw out as she stood just inside the
doorway of Vanora's modest home. The woad continued to look
around and even the home was not very large, it was very neat
and clean.

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
 
“But please, Vanora…make short work of it…do not give
away what you and your family need yourselves… I’ll find
another solution if necessary…


When Vanora left the room to get the clothes, Neeria looked
about, trying to remember if she'd ever stepped foot in such a
place. She could not recall if she had. For a fleeting moment,
she thought of her husband, Mikal. She wondered what it would
have been like if she'd been able to have a home like that
with him where they could have children one day. But she would
never see Mikal again and it would never happen because her
beloved was dead. Killed by a filthy pig Roman. The Roman she
saw in the dungeons who had the gall to wear Mikal's knife.
thanks to the Romans. The woad bit her bottom lip. She'd
wanted to have babies with Mikal. Beautiful, strong, naive
Britons. She would live to see the day she would slit that
Roman's throat.

Neeve
 
“Not all people of Badon have their own house…some only
have a room in one of the huge buildings or live in
small huts like the Romans soldiers.”


The healer's voice broke Neeria's thoughts. So the Roman
soldiers lived in huts or in large building in a room. Neeria
wondered where Tristan lived and what his room looked like.
She also wondered where the dark knight lived. Neeria
remembered the closeness of Lancelot's face and blinked away
the image, shocked at herself. Then the woad wondered where
the blond Roman lived. That would be good information to have
and right then, Neeria decided to make it her business to find
out.

"I see," Neeria said as the two women continued to wait for
Vanora to come back with the clothes.









Nolan

Nolan continued to glare at the optio. He wanted to kill the
man so badly, Nolan could almost taste the other man's blood
on his tongue. He looked over the optio's shoulder, further
down the line and made eye contact with Smith. The wind
continued to howl through the trees as Arthur and Guinevere
continued their private conversation.

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,”


Nolan watched as Guinevere placed her hand on the Roman's
breastplate. Damnable women! Nolan cursed in his mind. His
face showed no difference. Playing women's games with the
enemy! The gods did not favor the princess using her feminine
wiles to entice the Roman devil, Castus. The woad's stomach
flipped as Guinevere spoke with amusement in her voice to him.

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."


How would Merlin feel if he knew she toyed with the enemy?
Nolan wondered just how close Guinevere and Arthur had become.
Was Guinevere really able to separate her rather obvious
feelings for Arthur with her loyalty to her people?

Guinevere
 
“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.”


While she waited for Arthur to mount, Nolan moved to the
princess's side and whispered in her for no one else to hear.

"Are you actually taking them to the village? Perhaps it would
be better to bring Merlin here. You cannot compromise the
location of our village, Guinevere! How do we know this is not
a trick?"
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sat Nov 22, 2008 6:36 pm

Jols


Sitting on Gypsi's back, he saw Amadeus' true colors appear
while The Commander was creating safe passage for them while
he had a conversation with Merlin's daughter.

I had a feeling that he wasn't exactly on the up-and-up around
us and thought that act was just that, an act. He thought with
a scowl on his face.

Listening to the other Sarmatians and soldiers chat quietly
around him while all this was going on, he looked around at
the foliage trying to see if he could or find out where the
other woads could be hiding.

Listening to Titrus' giggle, he found himself joining in as
Gypsi shook his head and paw nervously at the ground making
the leather of the bridle and the saddle creak and squeak
during the movements.

Once he calmed down, the squire wondered when the woads
started riding horses. "A woad on a horse? What will they
think up next, I wonder?" The squire muttered to himself but
was loud enough for anyone sitting on a horse next to him to
hear his comment.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sun Nov 23, 2008 11:20 am
Arthur


Arthur’s gaze was unflinching, even as Guinevere lifted a hand
to touch his well fortified chest. He could not truly feel the
contact of her fingers there as they lightly traced over the
pair of dragons that adorned his breastplate, yet Arthur was
not unmoved by the gesture. His green eyes reflected the
inquisitive way Guinevere appeared to be assessing him, too.
She was perhaps using her womanly wiles to sway Arthur’s
sympathy same as he had attempted charm to gain her trust.
Perhaps both had been successful. Guinevere’s dark soulful
eyes once again returned to meet Arthur’s gaze and he was
certain that the two had understood one another. A truce – if
only temporary.

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.”


Arthur met Guinevere’s smile with one of his own, although the
gesture did little more than confirm his concurrence with her
words. If it were in his power, the Commander would make peace
with the Woads. Although, Arthur had no doubt that he would
indeed spend the rest of his days defending Rome’s position
here. And if that meant continued confrontations with
Guinevere’s people, then so be it.

Guinevere
 
“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...”


“I thank you for your kindness, lady,” Arthur answered with a
slight tilt of his head. He spoke the words gently, but not
entirely without travesty. He held his position until
Guinevere turned away to address her companions.

But as the Commander finally turned ‘round to gather Casti’s
reins, he heard the distinct sound of men snickering and
giggling? from the group of soldiers accompanying him.
Arthur’s mouth formed a tight line in antagonism. These men
were supposed to be the most trustworthy….and yet they risked
the brittle truce Arthur had only just negotiated with what?
Shenanigans? The Commander’s gaze briefly ticked to his Optio
and Amadeus had turned his mount to presumably silence the men
in Arthur’s stead.

Guinevere
 
“Hold your positions. Surrounded at all times.”


Arthur heard Guinevere’s words from behind as he looped
Casti’s leather reins over the majestic white stallion’s
withers in preparation to mount. She, of course, had the upper
hand here and Arthur knew it. But he had something in mind for
this ride to Merlin that might even the field so to speak.

“Men,” Arthur’s voice was deep and resoundingly clear as he
addressed the group behind Scipio. His right hand rested on
Casti’s saddle while his left gave a firm tug at his sword
belt.

“We shall ride on to Merlin in escort. Show only courtesy and
reverence,” Arthur added the last part in clear reprimand to
whoever had been snickering moments ago. Intense emerald eyes
ticked to each man, one by one, before returning to Amadeus.
Arthur then gave his Optio a firm and positive nod; silently
conveying that he had every confidence in their safety…for
now. Guinevere would not unnecessarily risk bloodshed. And
there was a way that Arthur would use that was certain to
prevent trouble….he turned back towards the dark-haired Woad
with the soulful earthen eyes and pale skin….she was the
Commander’s equal had their situations been different.

“Lady,” Arthur called out to Guinevere and extended his right
hand to her. “I would consider it an honour if you would ride
with me,” He said with an expression of knowing and trust
while awaiting her answer. Surely she would not refuse such an
offer. And the gesture would go a long way in ensuring the
safety of them all. It was a calculated risk still….but as
Arthur tended to keep his friends close, he would keep his
enemy closer still. And riding into Merlin’s village with the
magician’s daughter in his possession (so to speak), Arthur
knew the Woad leader would not refuse a meet.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Nov 23, 2008 12:05 pm
Tristan and Quintus


Jols
 
"A woad on a horse? What will they think up next, I
wonder?"


"Mmph." Quintus made the barest grunt of acknowledgement to
the words of the squire beside him, keeping his eyes to the
front. He could feel the angry gaze of the Optio on the group,
and he felt vindicated, knowing that it was not meant for him,
but for others. Lieutenant Titrus- ha! What did the man have
out for him today, anyway? Telling him to ignore Karl for
talking back to him...shaming him in front of the rest of the
men just now for doing his duty. Hmmmph. Quintus might be a
man of little consequence in the larger scheme of the world,
but he was a good Centurion, a damn good one, he knew, and he
had the sharp, prickly pride of petty authority. And
Liuetenant Titrus had just offended it- twice today. Quintus
was not pleased...but he felt vindicated, almost smug.
Especially when Arthur, after taking a step back from the Woad
woman, turned to speak to the group.

Arthur
 
“Men, we shall ride on to Merlin in escort. Show only
courtesy and reverence. Lady, I would consider it an
honour if you would ride with me.”


Show only courtesy and reverence...damn right, otherwise
they'll cut our eyes out. Quintus hardened his muscles to
iron, sitting up even straighter and stiffer in his saddle,
eyes fixed ahead and ears pricked, not giving Titrus or Bors a
glance. Brendyn, he gave a tiny one...just to make sure that
the only man here under his charge was all right. But he was,
and he hadn't been one of those giggling and snickering,
either.


A short distance forward and sideways, Tristan frowned as he
looped the reins idly around his wrist again and edged
Tirgatao a bit towards the other horses in response to
Arthur's order. So Guinevere had agreed to take them to
Merlin...interesting. Maybe promising, unless it was a trap.
Nolan, the man with her, seemed perhaps to disagree,
though...he approached her and whispered something in her ear
while Arthur was approaching his horse, but Tristan could not
tell what was being said. He did, however, hear Arthur ask
Guinevere to ride with him, and he gave a tiny nod of
agreement at that. Keep her close...just in case. That way if
her people made a false move, it could be her throat on the
line.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sun Nov 23, 2008 1:49 pm

Tatiana


Darya
 
“It’s ale…”, “…not the strongest of all drinks but
should be enough to calm you down.” “And it is
Lancelot’s favourite drink…”


"So, that's what this called? Its pretty strong for a
newcomer, like me." Hearing that it was Lancelot's favorite
drink, caused her to rethink her opinion on it while she
watched her feed the hawk as well as looking around at all the
other tavern occupants.

"Lancelot really likes this, stuff huh?" She asked Darya
intregued at that bit of information. "That's interesting.
Maybe I'll order another one before this one's done, then."
Tatiana said as she started looking around for a serving girl.

Darya
 
“Well…”,, “…I guess only time will tell. He is not…the
easiest person, you know.”


"Hmm..he does seem to have an unique personailty." Tatiana
said musingly as she caught the eye of a passing serving girl
and ordered another ale for herself and a mug of lemon tea for
Darya.

"He does seem like the loner type..almost as if..he'd much
rather be alone. I wonder..though..if I were to offer him my
friendship..what his reaction would be?"

Tatiana mused outloud as the girl came back with another round
of drinks for them where the stable-hand paid her a few coins
in thanks.
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Author: TwistOfShadows
Date: Sun Nov 23, 2008 4:28 pm
Guinevere


Guinevere of Briton stood strong against the Roman party. Her
intense black eyes met all with an undeniable confidence and
intellect. This woman had negotiated before, and she would do
so again. Her lithe blue body was harmonised by the woodland
around her. Tall, old and twisted trees loomed endlessly into
the sky above them, and slight breezes caressed their leaves,
rustling, whispering, throughout the land. Their path was
wild, overgrown, natural and untouched by the grace of the
gods...and it was a blessing. Briton did not need walls,
Briton did not need gold to justify its existence in the
world. It was here. Strong, beautiful, and inhabited by the
loyal and strong natives. Rome sought to destroy this peace,
and Rome would suffer in her hostility. Christendom had not
yet captured British soil, and Pagans still ruled here. The
Pagan gods had not abandoned the Woads, and nor would they.
Guinevere stood firm against Arthur’s party...and to a degree,
she should firm against him. She was no fool, and she was not
merely a woman. Guinevere was a Woad Princess of superb
standing and strong will. It would take more than pretty words
to disarm her...but she trusted Arthur’s word. It meant more
than the Optio’s failed mission, it meant more than killing
them here, and now. The woman looked at Arthur, and he was a
strange friend. But still an enemy...

Yes, he would have passage to Merlin. Perhaps it was his
charming manner that granted him leverage? Or it was his
British mother, that Guinevere did not know...but was grateful
to for Arthur’s better qualities? Guinevere herself had lived
within Badon Hill, and she knew its inhabitants. She
knew...their way, to a fashion...and Arthur could have killed
her at any moment. He could have taken a knife to her throat,
and attacked Merlin personally and savagely? But he had not,
and Guinevere did not forget. He was merciful, forgiving...and
these were strange traits for a Roman...

Nolan
 
"Are you actually taking them to the village? Perhaps it
would be better to bring Merlin here. You cannot
compromise the location of our village, Guinevere! How
do we know this is not a trick?”


Guinevere turned to look at Nolan, and her movement was slow,
calculated. She blinked at him lazily, unaffected by his rash
and untrusting allegations on her judgement. The Woad did not
appreciate his questions, especially in front of their enemy.
It showed weakness, it showed a ridiculous lack of thinking on
his part...and Guinevere’s jaw hardened. She wanted to
verbally chastise him for speaking aloud, for not being more
careful and meticulous in his manner. She parted her lips to
speak, but decided against it. Nolan was a good man,
passionate for his cause, but his behaviour could be driven by
bloodlust. Clearly.

Arthur
 
”Men. We shall ride on to Merlin in escort. Show only
courtesy and reverence. Lady, “I would consider it an
honour if you would ride with me,”


Guinevere looked back at Arthur, and she raised her eyebrows
in amusement. There was a look of annoyance upon her face, a
result of Nolan’s questioning, but she offered Arthur a slight
smile. The Woad woman reached out to the Roman’s hand, but did
not fully take it. Her small fingers interlocked with his, and
she felt the rough calluses upon his skin. The skin of a
warrior, a man. Guinevere squeezed his fingers gently, softly,
and it was merely a whisper of the strength she possessed. She
was still feminine, and understood the power of touch. But she
could not mount with him now, not yet. The woman turned her
attention back to Nolan, but she did not release Arthur’s
fingers immediately. Her thumb swept across the strong line of
his knuckles, and then she let go. Stepping closer to Nolan,
and not answering Arthur’s question...

“Nolan.” She spoke carefully, slowly. Her small hand reached
out to touch his arm, and she did not turn her back to Arthur.
No. With a quick movement, she stepped very close to Nolan and
placed her mouth beside his ear. Speaking, loudly, so that
everyone could hear. It was no trick, and there was no
compromising of locations. “A trick, you say? Indeed, I would
like to see a trick performed by such a small party...when our
own village is larger in population and full of very angry
Britons.” Guinevere’s voice was loud, and she pinched her
fingertips into Nolan’s arm. It was a warning, and the
Princess meant it. Speaking low, she whispered a final
declaration. “Interrogate me again in front of the enemy...and
I’ll have your fingers removed for making me look like a fool.
You only need one hand for a sword, my friend...”

Guinevere spat her words, and turned quickly away from him.
She allowed no chance for a reply, and she wanted none at all.
Her jaw was hard, and she flexed her fingers angrily. Her dark
eyes turned back to Arthur, and she spoke again.

“I will ride with you, Artorius Castus, if it please you.” She
replied. Her voice was still tainted with annoyance. Her lips
lifted into a slight smile, and she tipped her head to the
side. Her dark eyes searched his face, and she stepped towards
him once more. Slowly. Her movements were not overtly
feminine, but they were graceful, a mockery of delicate
manners. Guinevere was not fragile, but she pretended so once
in a while. It amused her. “I’m sure you will be well-behaved,
as you are clearly outnumbered by those you can see, and those
you cannot. My brother-in-arms will lead us.” Guinevere spoke
smoothly, and she reached out to grasp Arthur’s hand. She
turned to look at Nolan, and nodded for him to take the lead
ahead. Oh, it was a risk to ride with Arthur, but Guinevere
did not feel threatened. She was frightened of no Roman...
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