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November 2008
Topic Started: May 16 2010, 03:48 AM (3,054 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Starbelle
Date: Thu Nov 06, 2008 8:55 pm
Jols


Tristan
 
“Woads won’t stand for this,”


Riding Gypsi just slightly behind and off to the Scout's
right, Jols heard the muttered comment from Tristan.
"They probably thought that the previous meeting was it and it
was all over and done with." He muttered back, just loud
enough for Tristan's ears to hear. "I do hope that their
leader is feeling gracious or is in a receptive enough mood to
set up a peace talk between a meeting with the Commander and
himself."
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu Nov 06, 2008 9:49 pm
Ione


Linnesse
 
"So Mirtha..." "I don't think I understand," "Do you
think we should go to the guards about him?"


"No."

Ione suddenly regretted ever having brought up the news
anyway.

"We were having such a wonderful talk...I don't know why I
even brought it up..." She gave Linnesse a half hearted smile.

Ione knew deep down that Linnesse had tried to understand, but
the fact remained that in the past, Ione had made the mistake
of flirting with men in public, and even so much as making a
comment about how handsome a fellow was. It was only now, that
she realized her mistake: by showing her feelings to men in
public, and not keeping quiet about her private life.

Just how much had Linnesse heard about her?

Ione looked down at the cloak in her lap, and left her hand
run over the soft woven cloth. Her friendship with Titrus
meant the world to her, but she'd be damned if she was going
to tell anyone about it. There was no one she could tell, and
besides, it was none of their business anyway. This was a bit
of happiness she'd keep to herself. It was not that she was
ashamed of him being her friend, but Vanora and the rest would
still look at it as a "crush" when that was not the case at
all. Theirs was one of respect, not "one night stands". What
happened in the past from now on, stayed in the past. There
was so much now to look forward to, and to be happy for.

Why ruin it with morbid thoughts of errors she had made in the
past?

Ione took the handkerchief from Linnesse and wiped her eyes,
calming herself, then placed the handkerchief on the table
next to her table.

Inside her, the remaining twin kicked her stomach as if happy,
and Ione laughed lightly rubbing over the area for a moment
before holding up the cloak she had made for the Lieutenant,
"What do you think of it?" The midnight black of the fabric
shown off by the bleach white trim that almost looked like
dull silver in the afternoon light. The trim was half done, as
was the design. "It is one of the orders I was working on
yesterday. Do you think it looks alright?"

It was a lousy attempt to change the subject, and besides,
this was a lot better topic.

The baby kicked again, and this time, Ione smiled through
lingering tears, "This one is a prize fighter..."









Brendyn

Brendyn's cloak caught the chilled air as Tyranus paced
himself to a canter to keep up with the rest. It was hard to
control him as the Arabian breed loved to run at full speed,
but with a firm hand, Brendyn held him from doing so. The only
thing more irritating than the cold air, was having to ride
next to an undisciplined soldier like Karl, and it was hard to
keep from all off and decking the idiot, but to what end? A
waste of energy was all that was. He cringed inwardly though
when Karl began spouting off again. Brendyn could only wonder
what such a man had to gain by acting in such a manner...

Karl
 
"Having trouble Quint?" "You're ridin' like a woman,
HA!" "Maybe you and the young pup should ride together.
I'm sure he'll catch you should you fall,"


Had he heard right, or had this common soldier just insulted a
Centurion? Unbelievable! Brendyn shot Karl a glance in time to
see that man blow a kiss to him, then urge his horse up the
line a bit. The young Breton narrowed his eyes as they
followed the arrogant fool. If Brendyn had been any of the
higher ranking officers, he'd have pulled the soldier down and
thrashed him so that sitting on his horse would be like
sitting on a pin cushion. The soldier glanced down at the two
slightly crooked fingers: a reminder of what happened when he
spoke out of line...

Titrus
 
"Just ignore him, Quintus," "We'll deal with him when we
get a chance. Jesus, what was the captain thinking? We
haven't even left yet and he's being a dick. Brendyn,"
"just ignore him. That's an order,"


Brendyn had not heard what Titrus had said to Quintus, but he
faced Titrus as the man then spoke to him, "Aye sir." He would
have said more, but there was no need to say more. As long as
Karl stayed ahead of them, the better this trip would go. Not
that he could not handle a man like Karl, but going on a
mission after night watch was catching up with Brendyn. He had
not gotten any sleep, though he was alert and ready for
action.... should there be any. In his mind, Brendyn was
working out scenarios, and all of the things he had been
taught at Aesica...

Titrus
 
"Let's do something heroic so we'll get a pardon,"


Brendyn gave a smile to that as well as a light laugh, but
then went silent. He hoped and prayed that the two officers
got pardoned as well...
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Author: Darya
Date: Fri Nov 07, 2008 9:06 am
Neeve


While waiting for Vanora to find a moment for her, Neeve once
more scanned the tavern, watching every person in the room
briefly. By what she noticed the people were eating, the
Briton realized that it had to be about noon already. Had she
really spent all morning in the dungeons?? Sighing, Neeve then
looked at the Woad by her side for a moment, who seemed to be
curious as well as somewhat intimidated by the tavern and the
people in it. Pursing her lips a little, the raven-haired
woman was about to shift her gaze towards Vanora again when
someone approached her from behind and a hand suddenly rested
on her shoulder. Arching an eyebrow, she glanced sideways at
the dirty definitely male fingers…and just a moment later a
very familiar voice reached her ears…

Lancelot
 
"Love, I need to know where you're taking this one -
I've got to have a place to bring Derfel. Gods forfend I
do not follow through on my orders."


Neeria
 
"What has happened to you, dark one? Some may think
we've spent the night together in the way we resemble
each other."


The healer turned slightly as she found herself almost trapped
between the bar, Neeria by her side and Lancelot behind her.
She gave the Woad a warning glance at her comment towards the
First Knight and then glanced at the Sarmatian, who had just
addressed her. And while Neeria was spoken to by another man
nearby – Adian if she remembered correctly – Neeve smirked at
Lancelot’s words regarding his orders and let the tip of her
tongue click against the back of her front teeth. “Well, I’ll
get her some food here and perhaps Vanora has some spare
clothes for her, too…”, the raven-haired woman mused as she
kept her blue gaze on the First Knight, “…and then it’s off
the bath-house I guess… Gotta follow my orders, too, right?”
Neeve gave Lancelot a lopsided grin…and just when she wanted
to add something, Vanora reacted to her earlier question… Thus
the woman merely lifted a hand and tapped her fingertips
against the Lancelot’s chest. “Don’t run away, I’m not done
with you yet…”, she teased quietly and mostly for the knight’s
ears, yet the expression in her eyes was death-serious as she
did so… And she meant it. The Sarmatian looked like a mess and
of course she knew that he still had an injured arm and
clearly remembered the reason for his black eye and all the
bruises. And Neeve intended to at least check on his arm and
to somehow ensure the man would be presentable again soon…

Then she turned her head to focus on Vanora as the other woman
spoke…

Vanora
 
"No, my dear, you are not interrupting anything at all.
Mirtha, Adian and I were just talking. What can I do for
you? Can I get you any food?"


“Me? No, I’m fine, thank you…”, the Briton replied and then
gestured toward Neeria, “…but maybe you have some stew for
this one? And some bread, too?” Then Neeve puffed out a breath
and and brushed a strand of hair out of her face before she
continued. “Uhm…Vanora, I was ordered to find her some
clothes, too… Do you happen to have some spare clothes left
somewhere? Or know where I can get some?” The healer raised
both her eyebrows questioningly at the tavern manager…honestly
hoping for a positive reply.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri Nov 07, 2008 12:38 pm
Quintus and Tristan


Karl
 
"Having trouble Quint? You're ridin' like a woman, HA!
Maybe you and the young pup should ride together. I'm
sure he'll catch you should you fall."


Quintus felt a surge of fury at Karl's words and half-turned
in the saddle again, ready, Arthur or no Arthur, to give the
asshole a tongue-lashing like he'd never had before- at this
point, if either he or Karl were made to stay home, he'd
consider that a good thing- but Titrus, riding beside him,
quickly intervened.

Titrus
 
"Just ignore him, Quintus. We'll deal with him when we
get a chance. Jesus, what was the captain thinking? We
haven't even left yet and he's being a dick. Brendyn,
just ignore him. That's an order. Let's do something
heroic so we'll get a pardon."


"Hmmph. Ignoring him isn't going to help...sir." Quintus
placed an irritable emphasis on the title as he kicked his
mount just slightly ahead, letting the Lieutenant know that he
would obey the order all right- but he wasn't going to sit
around to be ill-used by the fellow either. Captain or no
Captain, Karl had given them enough trouble just in the
getting ready to go that by all rights he ought already to be
off the group- but for some reason he wasn't, and Quintus
couldn't figure out why. He oughtn't to be spoken to like
that, and officers oughtn't to let the men do so, either! It
was bad for his authority, bad for his ability ever to control
Karl in the future- though apparently he was expected to do
so. Quintus ground his teeth as his mount pulled ahead and
vowed silently that he was going to gut Karl with a blunt
spoon as soon as he had half the chance. Bloody troublemaker
had no business being within a mile of this mission.

Now half a length behind the Sarmatians, Quintus was able to
hear the squire, Jols, speaking to the scout- though he
couldn't make out the words, just a mumble of speech.

Jols
 
"They probably thought that the previous meeting was it
and it was all over and done with. I do hope that their
leader is feeling gracious or is in a receptive enough
mood to set up a peace talk between a meeting with the
Commander and himself."


"Mmm...doubt it," Tristan answered dryly, blowing out a breath
between his lips, which were already feeling the chap of the
cold. At least it wasn't raining- at the moment.

"Woads are Woads," he added darkly, his disapproving tone
leaving no doubt that he expected nothing but treachery from
the blue demons of the forest.








Linnesse

Ione
 
"No. We were having such a wonderful talk...I don't know
why I even brought it up...what do you think of it? It
is one of the orders I was working on yesterday. Do you
think it looks all right? This one is a prize
fighter..."


"Aye, he seems to be that," Linnesse agreed, aiming an
indulgent smile towards Ione's rounded stomach, though there
was still a shadow of doubt in her own mind. Surely it was too
soon to really be certain, completely certain- and only time
would tell if the miracle really had occurred, if there really
was a second baby and how it would fare. She didn't want to
raise Ione's hopes too far...though they seemed to have risen
that way already.

"The cloak is beautiful, too," she added with complete
sincerity. It was a very attractive piece of work, dark, thick
black with white trim in an intricate, yet masculine pattern.
Whoever had commissioned it would certainly be very pleased-
whatever else could be said about Ione, she was a near genius
with a needle.

"Ione," she added suddenly, turning to poke another stick a
little farther into the fireplace with the edge of her foot,
then facing the weaver again.

"I can make you some of the tea, if you like...your cup for
the day," she smiled, emphasizing the reminder of Ione's daily
"medication". "And then, if you'll be all right by yourself
for a bit, I want to go check on Derfel. He had an upset
stomach this morning." Linnesse shrugged, and grimaced
worriedly at the memory, though really, she was pretty sure
that sleeping it off for a while would have cured him.
Still...the sun was just past its zenith already, and she felt
she should try to find him and just make sure he was all
right.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Fri Nov 07, 2008 1:00 pm
Karl


Karl knew he'd pushed it with his last comments but he
couldn't help himself. He knew he'd get a good old-fashioned
ass-whipping when they got back, if he didn't get one before
then. He chuckled to himself. They were so easy.

That is if they made it back. Damned blue devils. Nasty
fuckers, all of 'em and it would make Karl's heart sing if
they could just exterminate the whole bunch, starting with
that Merlin. He wasn't a magician. He'd just gotten lucky,
that was it. And Arthur riding all that way just sit down and
have tea with him! You can't make a pact with the devil then
expect the devil to be fair. What in the hell did Artorius
expect the buzzard to do? Pick on the dead meat, that's what!!
Oh, well. Karl looked over at Quintus who was fuming mad and
the lieutenant who was trying to ignore him.

"Quint, you know I was just joking around...erm...sir. Just to
loosen you a bit so you wouldn't be so nervous," Karl flashed
all of his teeth in a forced smile.

"No worries, lieutenant. I promise to follow orders. I may
even make you proud of me."

Karl reached in his pouch and a tossed a few more nuts in his
mouth.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Nov 07, 2008 6:34 pm
Vanora and Adian


The tavern matron studied this new comer to the fort. She
assumed the woman was a newcomer as she had never seen her
before. Vanora's eyes went also to Lancelot who came to stand
behind them. Lancelot looked a bit wrung under and had been in
a fight as well... his face was a mess, and his eye was
swollen with a deep shade of black and blue. It was then that
she seemed to recall hearing something about a fight with
Galahad, Lancelot and a few others. Vanora had not seen
Galahad yet, nor his brother. Vanora suddenly heard the young
woman speak to Lancelot, and raised an eye brow
inquisitively....

Neeria
 
"What has happened to you, dark one?" "Some may think
we've spent the night together in the way we resemble
each other."


Vanora looked from Mirtha, Adian , and then back to the
threesome. It was Adian who left out a soft chuckle his eyes
moving from the young woman to Lancelot, but he said nothing,
but instead left the amusement of the statement rest in his
dark gray eyes. This young woman was a real spit fire, and he
liked that in a woman, but he was still grieving of Thorn and
needed to give her respectful time in his thoughts. As the
young woman sneezed, then spoke her name, Adian smiled
warmly....

Neeria
 
"I am called Neeria,"


"Wecome, Neeria," Vanora smiled, her eyes moving to Neeve who
had come to ask her a question. She greeted Neeve with a smile
as well grateful that the three had shown up at the bar before
Adian decked Mirtha and vice versa...

Neeve
 
“Me? No, I’m fine, thank you…” “…but maybe you have some
stew for this one? And some bread, too?” “Uhm…Vanora, I
was ordered to find her some clothes, too… Do you happen
to have some spare clothes left somewhere? Or know where
I can get some?”


"Bread and stew then... and perhaps some fruit to go with it,"
Vanora nodded to a wench that had arrived next to the bar.
"Can you get that for me, dear?" The wench nodded and went off
to the kitchen, but not before looking over at Lancelot and
giving a flirtatious giggle.

"I'll be right back," The wench said as she disappeared behind
the kitchen door, letting it close behind her.

Vanora turned back to Neeve to answer the other request,
"hmmm.... Not sure. Sometimes people leave clothes behind here
in the tavern and never come back to claim them, or...."
Vanora sized up Neeria with her brown eyes and thought a
moment, "you know, Ione, or one of the other fort
weavers....sometimes they have orders that were never claimed.
I know Ione likes to give such clothes to people who need
them... plus there are two or three other weavers who make
clothes as well. Might try one of them..."

While Vanora, Neeve, Neeria and Lancelot talked, Adian took
the time to offer is chair to the young woman. For a moment,
their eyes studied the others, and she said nothing. Adian
could not help but notice how naturally pretty she was, her
hair black as raven's wings, and that hung loosely about her
shoulders. He offered her a friendly smile and spoke in a soft
accent, "Really, I would like it if you took my chair so you
can sit and eat in comfort...." About that time, the wench
returned with the plate of food and the bowl of stew, set it
down on the counter, and left. Vanora pushed the food toward
Neeria, "Eat up. You look like you have not had much to eat
lately."

Adian nodded toward his chair again, and pulled it out for
Neeria, so that she could sit. Looking about them though, it
seemed like she was being a bit crowded, and it was hard to
eat with everyone staring at you as though you were a bug or
germ. He flicked his head over to a nearby table, "Or would
you feel more comfortable, sitting over there?" No harm in
being hospitable even when one's heart was sad at the loss of
a loved one...

He shot a glance over at Mirtha, who had remained silent.

Stewing no doubt. As long as the man remained silent, he'd
have no trouble...

Besides, it was not nice to fight in front of ladies.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Fri Nov 07, 2008 7:19 pm
Lancelot


The injured first knight tilted his head as Neeria spoke to
him, trying her best to sound cocky and upbeat. His eyebrow
rose over his black and blue eye as she went on.

Good luck with that, little one. You look worse than I do. And
I'll wager you'll get even worse before this is over.

Neeria
 
"What has happened to you, dark one? Some may think
we've spent the night together in the way we resemble
each other."


"Did you not just see me in your face a mere moment ago?"
Lancelot smiled back at her, just as nastily as she did. "Do
you not remember the dungeon? I have not changed my appearance
so drastically since then. Or perhaps it is the fact of my
surroundings...." he winked - albeit painfully - at the girl
whom Vanora sent off to get food for the Woad, "that confuses
you? I cannot escape my reputation," he sighed grandly,
ignoring the recently eaten food that twisted sickeningly in
his stomach. "And you cannot escape yours, no matter who is
kind to you," he added, his voice becoming serious and soft,
the syllables snappy and short. He cut his eyes to the man
that offered Neeria a chair, wondering at what kind of idiot
would trust a Woad only mere days after her people had
attacked their fort.

But nevermind. He turned back to Neeve as the healer was
finishing up her conversation with Vanora, who as per usual,
was willing to help any in distress - even if they were a
mortal enemy.

Neeve
 
“Well, I’ll get her some food here and perhaps Vanora
has some spare clothes for her, too…and then it’s off
the bath-house I guess… Gotta follow my orders, too,
right? Don’t run away, I’m not done with you yet…"


Vanora
 
"hmmm.... Not sure. Sometimes people leave clothes behind here in the tavern and never come back to claim them, or....you know, Ione, or one of the other fort weavers....sometimes they have orders that were never claimed. I know Ione likes to give such clothes to people who need them... plus there are two or three other weavers who make clothes as well. Might try one of them..."


Lancelot shook his head even as his eyes couldn't help but
follow the swaying hips of the wench who'd bustled off to get
the food. Neeve turned down her own meal, and the Sarmatian
drew his distracted gaze back to the healer, even as the dark
haired man next to them continued to offer words of kindness -
will these people ever learn? - to the Woad girl, who was tiny
and pathetic and hungry looking. Lancelot wasn't fooled,
however; he'd seen fire in her gaze and her knife at Arthur's
throat.

Arthur. May I see you once more with your head intact -

so I may sever it myself.

"You take care of your charge, Neeve," Lancelot drawled in
answer, his mind forcibly dragging itself off of his dark
thoughts. "I will find the Saxon, and then find you. How's
that? An acceptable compromise, lady?"

He smiled at her and twisted his mouth wryly at her fingers
that prodded his chest. "And aren't you the one who gave me
and my brothers a generous soaking yesterday? Why should I
allow you to tend to me now? Shouldn't I fear your formidable
retribution?" He rested his elbow on the bar, and set his chin
into it, looking at her through half-lidded, heavily lashed
eyes.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Nov 07, 2008 9:22 pm
Ione


Linnesse
 
"Aye, he seems to be that,"


This one was even more active than it's twin, and Ione could
only smile lovingly at the feel of the other child moving
inside her. She figured that sooner or later, she'd have to
make herself a new dress or two just in case these got too
tight. All of her dresses were loose fitting, but not so much
that one could not see her round tummy every now and then. Her
attention turned back to the cloak she had been holding up for
Linnesse to view. Perhaps a second opinion would not hurt...
and especially from someone who knew how to sew as well...

Linnesse
 
"The cloak is beautiful, too,"


Ione smiled at the compliment, "I have rarely worked with
black as it is easy to make mistakes... " She held it up a few
minutes more and then brought it down to lay in her lap, the
sides that needed to be worked on pointed toward her. "Thank
you for the compliment, Linnesse," the young woman blushed
slightly. The woven fabric was light enough to wear in the
Spring when the days were pleasantly warm, and the nights just
slightly cold. While Linnesse tended the fire, Ione picked up
the white trimming and her sewing necessities. The healer had
gone above and beyond what was expected of her, and Ione
wondered what she could ever do to repay her kindness.
Granted, she had rattled off some stuff only moments ago, but
Linnesse still stuck with her. The weaver began to think of
how she could ever pay her back...

Linnesse
 
"Ione," "I can make you some of the tea, if you
like...your cup for the day," "And then, if you'll be
all right by yourself for a bit, I want to go check on
Derfel. He had an upset stomach this morning."


"Yes, that would be nice..." Ione grimaced a bit as she did
not like the taste of black haw, but if it meant keeping her
child, she'd bear the taste. She cocked her head to one side
as Linnesse mentioned Derfel. Ione had not seen the Saxon in
quite a while, and the times she had, she had enjoyed talking
with him. If he was ill, surely Linnesse had to be with him.
Ione had a visit planned with Titrus's daughters, and besides,
she could use the walk to rid herself of the achiness her body
still felt a bit. "Yes, you should go to him, Linnesse. I hope
Derfel feels better soon." Ione paused for a moment, casting
her eyes to the gray looking scene outside. "I am fine
here...I would like to clean up a bit, rest, and then maybe
take a short walk to visit some friends of mine, and I won't
stay gone long." The young weaver set aside her work, stood up
slowly and approached the other woman, and looked down at the
floor before lifting her eyes to meet Linnesse's, "You-you
have done so much for me... I feel at a loss for words on how
to truly thank you for everything. I only hope someday, I will
be able to repay you for this... you and Sister Margaret."

And Titrus and Quintus....

When no one else seemed to care.

When people passed her by in the courtyard, four people had
stood beside her.

Those were her heros.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sat Nov 08, 2008 3:30 pm
Catherine


Malcus
 
"Ay my lady, but you are most worthy to waste your time
on an old soldier dog like myself. Perhaps it is I who
is not worthy to maintain the company of such a
beautiful woman. If there is more to the Brute..well..."


His hand lifted to touch her face and Catherine smiled a coy
smile all the while. Except he did not touch her skin.. the
whore felt a tingle of anticipation and then an inkling of
challenge in the fact that he didn't touch her.

She let her eyelashes flutter the once adn then fixed her
green eyes on his dark ones as he spoke to her. She had heard
it all before but gave a gentle sigh of gratitude for the
compliment nonetheless. It did well to make a man feel that he
was the only one who nestled between her legs. Men were
territorial like that. The blonde's attention flickered once
as Malcus broke off to think. She saw Lancelot enter but
quickly looked away, feeling a genuine flush of red to her
cheeks to recall their rendez-vous the night before.

Malcus
 
"These hands have handled everything from the splinters
of a battle ax to the creamy soft skin of a woman's
inner thighs and everything....in between.... These
large hands have served me well both on the battlefield
and in the bedroom. My lady, you do know what the say
about a man with large hands don't you? Try it while
it's hot,"


Malcus' insinuations were stimulating enough to keep the
blonde's full attention and she gave a genuine chuckle of
amusement - first at his pun about his hands being on a
women's thighs and everything in between, and then at his
eyebrow waggling suggestion about men with big hands.

He took a sip of tea and Catherine narrowed her green eyes
lustily, watching the tendons in his neck shift and relax. Her
fingers wrapped around her own cup and she gave a considering
glance down at the tea at his advice to try it while it was
hot. A soft, sensuous purr vibrated from her throat and the
blonde looked up at Malcus with a mischievious smile on her
lips.

"Hmm... I think I will." she murmured, pressing the length of
her arm against the table as she leaned across it slowly,
smirking. She paused a moment with her face mere inches from
his and then tilted her head, gently brushing her lips against
Malcus'. She parted her lips and flicked her tongue against
his lower lip, tasting the tea there. She sat back a little
but remained close, breathing in his warms breaths -
"Better than I thought it would be." she told him huskily.









Saoirse

Linnette
 
"All right- we will. Take your time, And thank you,"


Linnette looked up at Dagonet for a painfully long time.
Saoirse felt unable to do anything beyond just look at the
other woman and pray to the gods she looked away. The Irish
woman felt critically lacking whenever Linnette was aruond,
decidedly flawed in being a woman and in being a lover.
Linnette, to Saoirse, epitomised all that was good in women,
all that was strong and yet feminine about women. Around
Linnette Saoirse felt inadequate.

As the women backed away, Mari beaming a bright and hopeful
smile, Saoirse looked away from Linnette quickly, unable to
meet those frankly sincere hazel eyes without feeling horridly
uncomfortable. She looked up at Dagonet and gave a weary but
hopefuly smile to him.

"Righ' then. Ye ready?" she asked, coming to stand around
beside him, an arm giong about his waist, hunching herself
under his long arm and then looking up at his rugged face once
they were settled. "D'ye think it'll help her?" she asked
quietly, "The picture...?"














Mari

Mari was feeling confident in this endeavour. She walked away
with Linnette, a bubbling of excitement in her stomach that
was rather strange given what her task was. Her bright brown
eyes looked across to Linnette and she shrugged her shoulders
high, smiling happily as she linked her arm through Linnette's
without thought.

"He's a really nice man. I thought he was going to be a bit of
a brute when I saw him - he's so big and so broad, and the
scar ... " her hand lifted to touch her cheek just beneath her
eye, her voice trailing off. "Was Gedeon very tall too? And
broad?" Mari asked curiously, without thinking that her topic
might not be something the widow would want to talk about as
they exitted the infirmary.

"It's strange but I could see some kind of resemblance between
my father and your ... father- something about the eyes I
think it is. It must be that they are both Sarmatian. Though
not all the knights here look very similar. Perhaps he comes
from near where my father did..." Mari babbled onwards, her
voice light and innocent, her tone soothing and whimsical.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Sun Nov 09, 2008 3:31 am
Dagonet


Linnette
 
"All right- we will. Take your time, And thank you,"


Dagonet was looking at Linnette as she obsevred his face for a
longer moment. He was curious about what was she thinking
right now. He wanted to send her a little smile, but he felt a
little embarrassed with her look. Why was she looking like
that? He just stared at her also in silence. And the only
thing that came to his mind was that sge looked very nice and
more happier than she seemed earlier... She was a good
woman... She was the best life partner for his son. And now
she will face a life alone, without him. This made him sad. He
could do nothing more to ease her pain....

As Linnette turned to leave he saw one more flash of small
smile from her, and corners of his mouth twitched in a little,
weak half smile. He was looking at her and Mari still as they
left the infirmary deep in conversation.

The tall knight sighed silently and looked at Saoirse, a
little discomfort on his face. He just decided to be model for
a picture of his dead son. This was very uncomfortable...
strange.

Saoirse
 
"Righ' then. Ye ready?"


Dagonet nodded his head in silence as she took position beside
him, under his arm, and her hand around his waist. He was
looking down, but not at Saoirse.... deep in his thoughts, and
a frown appeared. What will happen if this picture won't be
enough? What if it won't work? It will breake Linnette's
heart. Maybe he should disagree?

Saoirse
 
"D'ye think it'll help her? The picture...?"


Dagonet cleared his throat and looked at Saoirse, his face
expressionless. He shook slowly his head and cleared his
throat.

"I don't know, love...." he said silently. "I'm afraid that it
can bring only more of this pain.." And with those words he
lowered his head for a brief moment. He was not sure if he was
talking about Linnette still or about himself already.

After a second he looked back at her and sent her a small
smile. Confirming with her that he was ready to walk. And
walking was not so easy... He was leaning upon her slightly,
he knew that his weigth was a big problem for her... For
everybody who wanted to help him. That is why he tried to rely
on his own legs, which were weak and heavy. His side hurted
also as they moved across the infirmary to the door. His
breathing was also heavy and a wince crossed his face from
time to time as the pain hit him with bigger force.

Once they oppened a door a coldness hit them...

"Cold..." he commented silently as they walked down the stairs
of the infirmary.

They walked really slowly... And in the half way Dagonet shook
his head slwoly and his hand went to Saoirse, stopping their
movements. A few quick breaths... He felt terribly tired after
this slow and little walk. He closed his eyes for a moment and
tried to overcome this in silence. Aware that Saoirse must be
looking at him now and was concerned. But he had to stop for a
moment. Just a moment...
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Author: Darya
Date: Sun Nov 09, 2008 9:56 am
Darya


Tatiana had fallen totally silent by her side and Darya
figured that the girl was completely fascinated by the leaving
men. So fascinated that perhaps she hadn't even heard her
answer regarding Lancelot and Arthur. The Sarmatian herself
watched every movement of those of the small group that meant
the most to her: Arthur and Tristan.

Then the Commander’s emerald gaze met her dark one for a
moment before he mounted Casti. Darya knew that there was
neither the time nor the privacy for a word of goodbye, thus
she just returned the gentle smile the Roman was giving her
with one of her own and silently prayed to see him again soon.
And alive. It was odd to watch him go on a mission with only
two of the knights by his side but those two – that the female
Sarmatian knew – would watch over Arthur, no matter what.

As Tristan passed them on his new horse, Darya did notice the
tiny subtle wave of his hand into her direction. A farewell to
the hawk maybe…perhaps to her, too. The dark-haired was not
sure. Yet she lifted her dark gaze to the scout and gave him a
small nod before her countryman focused on the way and the
mission before him. Then the woman’s eyes shifted to the hawk
on her arm once more. She was sure that the injured bird would
be safest in her room in its current condition while she would
try to get some meat for it. Leaving the hawk in the stables
just didn’t seem to be right and Darya would never forgive
herself if the bird disappeared or something happened to her.

So as the small group of riders moved off, the female
Sarmatian sighed quietly and tried to get an order into the
things she wanted to do. Her room would be her first
destination…then perhaps the tavern…then the bath-house. Gods,
she longed for the warm water, a sponge…and maybe some oils or
herbs to use. Darya glanced at Tatiana. “Well, I…need to get
inside. It’s pretty cold our here after a while…”, the
dark-haired said with a wry smile, “…do you have to work in
the stables or what are your plans for today?”
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun Nov 09, 2008 3:15 pm
Amadeus


Arthur's two clipped responses brought out a sullen side to
the Optio. He had tried with the Commander and he took Castus'
reluctance to entertain casual conversation with him as a
personal affront. He gave no thought to the fact that Arthur
had his mind elsewhere - didn't they all? Amadeus had his mind
on remaining in the good graces of those in their party, on
alerting Rome as to precisely what went on at Badon Hill and
on a relatively close coup.

Tristan
 
"Arthur - we going to the village if the camp's empty?"


Arthur
 
“We shall follow the path from the camp to the village
until we either discover Merlin, or he discovers us,
Gentlemen, our mission is one of peace. Nonetheless,
Merlin’s people may not be so welcoming today. Be on
your guard, however follow my lead,”


Amadeus turned as Arthur started to speak with Tristan. The
man would rather converse with a slave than with a true-bred,
Roman from a proven family?! Well, let him to it. Of the
Sarmatians, Amadeus cuold not deny that he had a modicum of
respect for the braided mutt, but to be denied any direct
address by Arthur only to have him address the Sarmatian?
Well, Amadeus took it personally. He did not stand around to
watch Arthur mount but instead he heaved himself up into the
saddle. It caused a grimace of pain to cross his features, the
skin on his wounded thigh stretching, but he quickly ducked
his head, adjusting straps down about his legs.

When he sat up Arthur had called on them to move forward.
Amadeus was granted a brief moment of eye contact with their
leader before he moved onwards, speaking of being on your
guard adn following his lead. The Optio lifted his chin and
looked out around the courtyard, riding close to Arthur as
they crossed the courtyard. The men at the gate were ready,
pulling back the large, dark wood to reveal a bleak landscape.
It was soggy and cold out there, an air of frost hanging in
the breeze as the shadow of the gate loomed before them.

Amadeus walked in behind Arthur, aware of the voices behind
him but ignoring them. He would order them to quiet once
outside the walls if he needed to - resolving that he would
take charge of the men and leave Arthur to ponder whatever it
was that he had to ponder.

As they reached the main gate, Amadeus lifted his chin and
addressed Arthur -

"I have confidence that this will progress much better than it
did yesterday. You command great respect from our men,
Commander." he said casually, deliberately calling them 'our'
men instead of 'your' men but not making any emphasis on it.
It was true though - the men were under the Optio's command
too. They were under his command first and he was under
Arthur's.









Smith

The noon-day sun struggled to come through the trees and Smith
strained his ears to listen to the forest around them. He was
always much mroe comfortable in nature than in company. The
little nuances of the forest were known to him and he knew
when something was afoot by how the forest sounded and felt.
He was aware of Kayley behind him as a source of heat, her
hand gently placed against his stomach. The small noises that
the saddle made he could ignore as normal.

He listened.

The wind blew the tree-tops and they rustled softly. Smith
lifted his head higher and looked into the branches. He
breathed in the damp smell of earth and then let it out. He
gave a wry grin, noting the change in souds up above. It was
not long before Guinevere jumped down out of the trees close
to them. The dark eyed male gave her a courteous nod of his
head and gave juts the merest hint of surprise when Ceinwyn
dropped down too.

Gone were the days that Smith had thought Ceinwyn of
exceptional beauty! He had never told her so - nor had any
contact with her beyond that which his duty bid him to. But it
did not mean he could not have an opinion on her looks.

All that was changed now though. The woman was unpredictable.
She was touched.

Kayley
 
"The others resumed their journey to our village this
morning. Your father has ordered us back to the camp to
bury our fallen brethren and then follow,"


Smith allowed the women to talk, turning his attention back to
the trees, to the surrounding woodlands. He knew precisely
where they were to go and intended to lead the way all the
way. He had no hesitation in keeping Scáth to a brisk pace,
knowing the two women on foot would be more than capable of
keeping up. As Kayley responded to Ceinwyn, Smith gave a wry
twist to his warm lips and looked down at Guinevere.

"Suitable that they be buried -- unlike Mona." he intoned in
an acid tone. He looked to one side and spat to the ground
before looking back at Merlin's daughter, his bitter smile
turningrather rogueish and handsome, his shoulders slumped.
"What of Merlin and Juna, hm?" he enquired innocently enough.
He would not dare gossip abotu their leader, he held much too
much respect for Merlin for that, but he was curious.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Nov 09, 2008 4:57 pm
Linnesse


Ione
 
"Yes, that would be nice..."


"All right." Linnesse half-turned from Ione, examining the
things available near the hearth...her eyes lit on a small
pot, and over on a table, a jug of water, and she busied
herself pouring out water into the pot and setting it to heat
as Ione continued talking.

Ione
 
"Yes, you should go to him, Linnesse. I hope Derfel
feels better soon. I am fine here...I would like to
clean up a bit, rest, and then maybe take a short walk
to visit some friends of mine, and I won't stay gone
long."


Linnesse shot a sharp glance over her shoulder at Ione at the
word "walk"- that was what concerned her more than the length
of stay. She had said 'short', though...Linnesse's rather
alarmed expression shaded into mere skepticism, her mouth
twisted uncertainly to the side. "As long as it's not far..."
she mumurred, turning back a bit uneasily to the pot and
adding some of the dried black haw the the heating water.
There was a small sound behind her, and turning again, she saw
that Ione had risen from her chair, and was coming over to her
softly, her eyes downcast.

Ione
 
"You- you have done so much for me...I feel at a loss
for words on how to truly thank you for everything. I
only hope someday I will be able to repay you for
this...you and Sister Margaret."


"Truly, Ione, no repayment is necessary." Linnesse shook her
head vehemently, wanting to dispel any sense of obligation
that Ione might have right away. She turned from the hearth to
face the other woman and placed a friendly hand on her upper
arm, then drew it back after a brief moment.

"Helping you was only the right thing to do, and surely Sister
looks on it as that, too. I just hope it goes well for
you...for the rest of it." She glanced down at Ione's
midsection, then back up to her eyes with a game smile. There
was still a lot of uncertainty attached to this pregnancy- and
might be even after the child was born, maybe. But Linnesse
didn't want to dwell on maybes and might be's right now- right
now she just had to give Ione some encouragement and her tea.
With another smile, she turned back to the brewing pot and
dipped up a generous ladleful into a cup, which she then
handed to Ione.

"If you've got honey, it's fine to sweeten it," she informed
the weaver, glancing back at the shelf and table near the
hearth, to see if she spotted anything that might be that
substance.

"From the smell of it, it doesn't taste the best," she
admitted, scrunching up her nose and laughing.








Linnette

Mari
 
"He's a really nice man. I thought he was going to be a
bit of a brute when I saw him- he's so big and so broad,
and the scar...was Gedeon very tall too? And broad? It's
strange, but I could see some kind of resemblance
between my father and your...father- something about the
eyes, I think it is. It must be that they are both
Sarmatian. Though not all the knights here look very
similar. Perhaps he comes from near where my father
did..."


"Perhaps," Linnette responded, with a sidelong half-smile at
Mari, but she was only half-listening to the girl chatter as
they walked. Her mind was rather stuck on Mari's question of a
moment before- about whether Gedeon had been tall and broad.
And Mari had said that Linnette should tell her more about
what he looked like...Linnette felt the hard lump of the
possible words come up into her throat and stick there,
seeming to resist exiting her mouth. How should she describe
Gedeon? Was such a thing really even possible? She had a very
clear picture of him in her own head, down to the smallest
detail- but how to reduce that to mere words, spoken to
someone who had never known him at all?

"He was very tall." Linnette heard the words as if they were
spoken by someone else, hanging in the air between her and
Mari, even though they were walking briskly- back to the
tavern, Linnette supposed. They were taking the right route to
go back there, though Linnette had never made a conscious
decision to do so.

"He could walk so fast I had to run to keep up with him...I
think the first time we walked together he had to make himself
slow down." Linnette glanced over, her eyes meeting Mari's
with a sparkle and a laugh for that long-ago day. It hadn't
been a happy day for Linnette at the time- that had been when
she had thought her sister was dead- but now, looking back on
it and remembering Gedeon, particularly, it seemed happy
nonetheless. It had certainly been the beginning of happiness,
no matter how incongruous and, she now knew, how brief.

"And he wasn't as broad..." Linnette returned her eyes to the
front, dreamily now, remembering, her steps down the street
continuing automatically. Another woman carrying a basket came
towards them, coming from the opposite direction, and Linnette
skirted around her only at the last minute, still barely
noticing her.

"But only because he was still growing, I think. It was
shocking, the amount of food he could eat." Linnette turned to
Mari again, her eyes wide with girlish remembered surprise, as
she recalled Gedeon sitting in the tavern, scooping down bowl
after bowl of stew, long after Linnette's own stomach had been
filled and she just sat there watching him, bemused and barely
restraining a laugh. What's the matter, Lin? Haven't you ever
seen a man eat? A teasing tug on her braid, a stew-smelling
kiss on her lips. Never again.

It shouldn't be like that. People shouldn't have to lose the
ones they loved like that- why did God allow things to be that
way? Why did she have to go around feeling like she was
missing half her life? Why did Adian have to lose Thorn in the
Woad attacks? Or Cassidy and Fleur lose their mother? Or Drake
still grieve over his long-ago wife? None of that was fair-
any fairer than Gedeon. People should have other people to
love- men should have women, and the reverse. Ones that they
cared about.

Drake should have a woman- the thought formed itself suddenly
in her mind, and she siezed on it as a mental distraction, but
one which she found pleasing. Yes, that would be a good thing
for him. Someone young, younger than him, but not too young-
not a simpering girl, someone with maturity, with some
experience of life, who would understand an occasional
melancholy over the past. Someone pretty, someone who could
make him smile and laugh, but who was not silly or flighty- he
would tire of that very quickly, Linnette thought. As the
tavern loomed up before her and Mari, and their feet
approached the steps, the thought occurred to her- maybe that
was something she could do for Drake!

Could she? Well, why not? Or at least try. She had long been
searching her mind, off and on, for a way to repay even some
of his kindness, and, well...she knew a lot of women. Perhaps
she could affect a strategic introduction of some kind,
without telling him her purpose, of course. She would have to
be subtle about it, so as not to make him feel manipulated,
but...it just might be possible- and a good thing.

Who? Now that question, Linnette didn't yet know the answer
to...but she was confident that if she kept her eyes open,
someone would occur to her. She just had to watch, evaluate
the women she normally worked with and came across for their
suitability. There must be someone in the fort. Or a couple of
someones she could try! Certainly Drake was a good catch, as
they said- a man with position, a man of great kindness, and
honor, too. He just...needed someone to cheer him up a little.
And maybe, just maybe, Linnette could try to provide that-
well, facilitate it, more like. After her initial
intervention, after all, they hopefully wouldn't need her
anymore.

Linnette's mood fell a little as she mounted the steps of the
tavern, Mari a fraction behind her, and opened the tavern
door. The place was much busier than it had been when they had
left it, and she spotted Lancelot's dark, curly hair, as well
as Vanora's red, up near the bar, among a group of other
people. Any women who might suit her purpose? Somehow, faced
with a room containing several of them, the prospect seemed a
little less promising than it had out in the street- but it
was a good thing to do, she was sure of it. Drake was a good
enough man to truly deserve the kind of happiness she and
Gedeon had had- if only for a moment.

"Are you hungry, Mari? I can get us some food and we can sit
and talk," Linnette suggested hopefully to the other woman.
Mari might have more questions about Gedeon, and Linnette
found that now, she was actually looking forward to the
opportunity to speak about him more- and to do so for as
attentive and understanding an audience as Mari.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sun Nov 09, 2008 5:09 pm
Neeria


Adian
 
"Or would you feel more comfortable, sitting over
there?"


Neeria continued to stare at the man standing next to her, not
understanding why he would offer her his seat at the bar. The
smells of the tavern continued to assault her senses and the
woad's stomach rumbled violently. She began to warm up; her
toes started to thaw and her fingers burned as blood began to
circulate again. She stared at the man, then moved to take his
seat. Neeria was silent while the others discussed her fate.

"Thank you, A-di-aaaan" she said to Adian with her eyes cast
down to the floor, "here is fine." Neeria lifted one of her
short legs and swung it over the tall chair, then scootched
her bottom until she was comfortable.

Neeve
 
“Well, I’ll get her some food here and perhaps Vanora
has some spare clothes for her, too…and then it’s off
the bath-house I guess… Gotta follow my orders, too,
right? Don’t run away, I’m not done with you yet…


Vanora
 
"No, my dear, you are not interrupting anything at all.
Mirtha, Adian and I were just talking. What can I do for
you? Can I get you any food?"


Neeve
 
“Me? No, I’m fine, thank you…but maybe you have some
stew for this one? And some bread, too?Uhm…Vanora, I was
ordered to find her some clothes, too… Do you happen to
have some spare clothes left somewhere? Or know where I
can get some?"


Neeria sniffed and pushed the sleeves back on the large tunic,
thankful at the possibility of getting a bath and clean
clothes. A server approached them then.

Vanora
 
"Bread and stew then... and perhaps some fruit to go
with it, Can you get that for me, dear? " hmmm.... Not
sure. Sometimes people leave clothes behind here in the
tavern and never come back to claim them, or you know,
Ione, or one of the other fort weavers....sometimes they
have orders that were never claimed. I know Ione likes
to give such clothes to people who need them... plus
there are two or three other weavers who make clothes as
well. Might try one of them..."


Lancelot leaned in Neeria's direction when the server left for
the food. The Sarmatian was a mess but even Neeria could not
miss his good looks, especially with his face so close to her.
I could have him ran through her mind and she almost jumped
from the surprise of it. The woad shook her head - the fear of
that thought rattling her so - her knees rattled. Neeria
caught a whiff of the stale bitterness of his breath again and
wrinkled her nose. She watched his lips as he spoke to her and
the dark curl that laid in the middle of his forehead. She
narrowed her eyes at him, as he held her gaze with dark, thick
eyelashes, black eyes and strong accent.

Lancelot
 
"Did you not just see me in your face a mere moment ago?
Do you not remember the dungeon? I have not changed my
appearance so drastically since then. Or perhaps it is
the fact of my surroundings that confuses you? I cannot
escape my reputation, And you cannot escape yours, no
matter who is kind to you,


Lancelot winked at the server when she left for the food. As
he turned, Neeria caught his profile in the flickering lights
from the scounces behind him. Even as filthy and grimy as he
was, as bruised as his face was, he was still....handsome. The
woad cleared her throat.

"Perhaps you are right, Sarmatian," she said, cockier than she
felt, "the surroundings have warmed me so that I was confused.
You are still the same darkness that I remember in the
dungeons. And no worries, sir, I shan't be trying to escape
any time soon. It would seem as though you're stuck with me at
least until I heal."

Neeria flashed Lancelot a smile, then dug viciously to scratch
her itching head.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sun Nov 09, 2008 7:53 pm
Tatiana


Darya
 
“Well, I…need to get inside. It’s pretty cold our here
after a while…”, the dark-haired said with a wry smile,
“…do you have to work in the stables or what are your
plans for today?”


"Sorry about that, Darya.. Both Lancelot and the Commander had
me mesmerized there for a bit. Didn't mean to go completely
quiet on you like that. Does Lancelot happen to have that
effect on all of the girls or just a few of them?" She asked
curiously feeling her cheeks go warm when she remembered
catching sight of the First Knight.

"I'm probably going to head over to the tavern for some
breakfast and something warm to drink then I'll come back over
here and help out my Neice, Tayala, the little girl who
brought out the Optio's horse with the stable work." She
replied after mentally shaking herself out of the spell that
she'd been under from seeing Lancelot for the first time.
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