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| golden_trillium | May 21 2010, 02:58 AM Post #91 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 2:00 pm Mirtha Mirtha was not looking at Adian at all... he just sipped from his mug and ate from the plate in silence.
Stablemaster glanced at the man for a brief moment and shook his head with a smirk, but stayed silent... He wondered if he should push Adian to see Ione, but decided it was not his place to do such thing. Granted he said he will send Adian to the infirmary. But that was before he got into the fight with Malcus and before he spent a lot of time in the dark cell. He realised that in the fucks' name he didn't care anymore. He was suppose to get away from Ione and problems... anyway. Then more people had come and Mirtha merely gave them a few looks before finishing his food and nodding at Vanora in thanks, leaving a few coins. He cleared his throat standing up and leaving the place. He decided to look into his area... into the stables.. He was not mad now. He definitely cooled down, but it was not his day! Mirtha walked passed Malcus and some woman.. a whore probably. He glanced upon Captain, but did not say anything. He soon arrived at the stables. Entered it and sighed leaning over one of the stall. He just stood there... with his arms crossed, bowed head, without purpouse. |
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| golden_trillium | May 21 2010, 03:00 AM Post #92 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 2:02 pm Mari Mari was an amazing creature of acceptance and durability. By rights her spirit should have been crushed even before coming to Badon Hill. She had spent so long at the mercy of her cruel father. He had tried to abandon her time and again and Mari had come back to him, found him each and every time with something more remarkable than forgivness.. she had come back to him without blame at all. And yet she walked alongside Linnette having suffered so much more at the hands of another man now... yet she still smiled. Yet her heart was still light, her affections still pure and wholesome.
They were coming to the tavern and Mari walked alongside Linnette willingly and without question. She had a watery smile on her lips all the while, listening to Linnette's descriptions and constantly trying to envisage this man who was so like the giant in the infirmary. She listened with a fond heart as Linnette told her tiny anecdotes about the man she had loved, and she found herself able to forget that he was dead. She pretended for a little while that Linnette was just a friend she had made and taht her husband was away - but he would return. When she said about how he was still growing it struck a really painful chord inside of Mari. How yuong was he? Her wide brown eyes turned to Linnette to ask, terrified of the answer. She had presumed, silly of her really, that Gedeon was about Dagonet's age... ridiculous of her! But now she had it from Linnette herself that he was still growing. Her stmoach did a flip and her heart lurched. They were at the tavern though. Mari walked in and paused, looking back at Linnette. Her cheeks blushed a pretty pink at the offer of food and drink and conversation. She felt really rather grown up to be doing something like this -- it was not her habit to eat in a tavern or with people she barely knew. It felt somehow mature to be doing so. As if she were taking control of her own life. Finally. "I am quite hungry actually..." she said sheepishly, biting the side of her lip and clasping the fingers of one hand in the certain grip of her other hand, holding the papers to her chest once again. Her wary brown eyes looked about the tavern and she pointed across at a table that was below a window but commanded a decent view of teh room. She saw people at the counter but did not immediately recognise anyone so was happy to blend in with the background and warm the seat for herself and Linnette. "I can mind a seat for us perhaps. That's very kind of you. I have some money to pay for it though..." Mari said and placed the papers onto a table beside her to root in the little purse that sat high at her hip, her cold fingers fumbling with the leather straps. She smiled, though it held a little bit of sadness for she did not like to recall why she had money to spare for eating out like this ... "I would like to buy us both a drink..." she rooted out a coin, probably not enough for a drink for them both but she was rather clueless when it came to buying things. She held the coin between her ltitle fingertips and looked at it proudly before allowing her brown eyes to slide to Linnette. "So we can toast your husband's memory.." |
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| golden_trillium | May 21 2010, 03:02 AM Post #93 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 2:17 pm Neeria
Neeria was disappointed that the bar woman - Vanora - could not offer her any clean clothes. Oh how the woad longed to get out of the smelly garments. Neeria's disappointed was short-lived however because just then, the wench was coming over with the food Vanora had ordered for her.
Neeria scowled at the dark knight, but did not respond to him. The Sarmatian had momentarily, unknowingly she assumed, caused a gentle stir in Neeria's loins and that scared her of him. His ominous presence and underlying threat of violence didn't deter her nearly as much as the tingle in her crotch when his breath was upon her and his dark curl swung down on his dirty face. Neeria quickly turned from him and grabbed the plate of food that Neeve was nudging toward her. The healer and Lancelot continued their conversation as Neeria attacked the plate of food. The warm food hit Neeria's stomach so hard, it was almost painful. She shoved the salty meat and dry bread into her mouth so quickly, she barely had time to swallow. The woad's jaws were so full, she resembled a squirrel storing nuts. Neeria chewed as quickly as she could and her eyes rolled to the top of her head. Never mind she licked her filthy fingers that were streaked with grease from the meat. Wide-eyed, she looked around her, realizing Vanora was staring at her. It wasn't until she'd nearly cleaned her plate did Neeria belch and smile at Vanora. "Thank you," she mumbled through a mouth full of grub, as she continued to shove in the last of it. Karl Karl steered Brutus back into the stables and dismounted. "Sorry, boy. Didn't mean to get you excited, only to bring you back here. I promise, I'll come for you tomorrow and take you out for a ride," Brutus snorted, as if in understanding. Karl rubbed the horse's velvety nose and gave him some oats from his side pocket. Then he walked the horse back to his stall, took off his saddle and other stuff, and brushed him for a while. Karl heard someone enter the stables. He put down Brutus's brush and gave the horse oats again. "Until tomorrow, my friend," he said and walked out of the stall, closing the stall door behind him. The Roman walked down the long aisle and saw Mirtha standing there at the end with his arms folded looking as though he'd lost his best friend. Karl chuckled. "Recovered from getting your ass kicked?" Karl teased. "Don't feel so bad," he added with amazing compassion, "I got mine kicked today too. Lousy fuckers." Karl untied his flask and tossed it to Mirtha. "Here, drink some of this, it'll help. Got any more around here?" Karl said looking around. Then the Roman walked over to a large pile of hay and plopped down. He started untying his armor, unfastening and pulling and tugging until he raised it over his head and laid it beside him. Then he flopped backwards and stretched. "Don't hog it all now, I want some more," he said, looking at the stable ceiling. |
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| golden_trillium | May 21 2010, 03:03 AM Post #94 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 2:58 pm Saoirse
Dagonet had never been one to tell her what she wanted to hear. He was honest with her - brutally honest if he had to be, and it was that honesty that had endeared him to her in the first place. That first night when he had been unable to tell her that he wanted her to spend the night with him as payment for tending to her hand... gods but it seemed years ago! Saoirse ducked her head and listened to his humble, rumbling words, feeling rather empty for them. She wondered if the picture would bring any comfort to her lover... She feared that it would just bring more hurt for him also.
They were walking out in the cold a while and Saoirse could only agree that it was cold by the barest nods ofh er head. She felt her teeth chatter. The time spent indoors with him had obviously softened her to this. Snuggling in under Dagonet's armpit, smelly or not, the red head felt herself warmed by his mere presence and grinned up at him, hiding her worry at his weak state with the smile. "But the water'll be warm..." she said quietly, encouraging him to move with her, slowly - rather than stopping. Once they stopped the cold bit harder, deeper. And the baths were tantalisingly close. He closed his eyes and she could see all the lines of worry and fatigue about his face. It broke her heart. The red head felt her heart leap into her throat and she reached a hand out to his face, touching his cheek with her palm, worry scarring her own features now should he open his eys and look down at her. "C'mon love. Please. Jus' a bit further." her croaking voice pleaded with him. Catherine
Business indeed. No matter how handsome the man, no matter how pleasant his company might be or how true his heart - inevitably things always got down to business. It was at that point that Catherine stopped being a woman and became a whore. She never liked that initial feeling of worthlessness when things started to 'get down to business' as it were, always feeling like she was doing the wrong thing. But once the act was acted upon well... well then she found it easy to do what she did. She took his hand with a flutter of her long eyelashes, her slender digits sliding in against his calloused palm. She stood up before him and sidled over towards him, standing with her legs spread on either side of his bent knee, smiling down at him. It was not an obviously erotic position to be in, but it was intimate. "The lady says and does whatever the brute requests of her. Ever and always." she gave a wicked half grin, shifting her weight to one leg and brushing the inside of her knee against his knee. "My place or yours?" she asked, lifting her free hand to touch the man's handsome face, her head tilted to one side as her fingers touched along the hard, tanned line of his cheekbone, back against his ear gently. |
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| golden_trillium | May 21 2010, 03:04 AM Post #95 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 3:22 pm Tayala With the brushes safely put away to keep anyone from tripping over them and hurting themselves, Tayala was just finishing up with another stall when the young girl saw another stable hand trying very unsuccessfully to push a full wheelbarrow full of hay and straw through the stable. Seeing that he needed help, she walked over and firmly grasping the other handle, together they were able to push it to where it needed to be at for easy reach. "Thanks for the help, that was heavy. You're new here, aren't you?" He said while getting his air back.. "You're quite welcome. Yes, I sure am. I'm Tayala." She replied polietly to him as they shared a little conversation before going back to their tasks. |
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| golden_trillium | May 21 2010, 03:05 AM Post #96 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 3:36 pm Amadeus
He answered but his thoughts were far away. Amadeus gave a curious glance towards the green-eyed Commander and was surprised to see the man wheel his horse around to face the men. The Optio's eyebrows show up and he turned also, his hands quickly taking to the reins to turn the horse. He stood a little behind Arthur and looked over the man's shoulder towards the men - for all the world looking like his guardian of sorts.
Oh but it was good to hear the authority ringing out. Amadeus was dutifully frowning at Karl as he was rebuked by Arthur, hiding any sign of amusement at this turn of events. Arthur could not have helped him more if he had tried! For now Arthur looked the chagrined leader in comparison to Amadeus' earlier smiles and easy banter. IT was perfect! The Optio was secretly impressed with how authoritive Arthur could be when he chose to be. He would never dare admit it, not even to himself, but he did know a moment of quiet wariness when the Commander turned back towards him. Amadeus surveyed the men, giving them all a warning glare before turning his horse after Arthur, catching up with the Roman as they exitted the large, creaking gates of Badon HIll. Once outside Amadeus rode up beside Arthur. He pursed his lips and mulled over the wisdom of offering the other male his approval on leaving Karl at home - and as he considered this it was Arthur, once again, who took him by surprise.
Grey eyes turned wide to meet Arthur's warm green gaze. The wind whipped against his face and sent his loose black hair across his vision. He ducked his head and wiped his forehead with his gloved fingers, feeling quite taken aback by the Commander's casual conversation tactics. And Amadeus had to presume this was a tactic of sorts. He cleared his throat and glanced up at the gloomy sky, wary... ever wary, watching Arthur from the corner of his eye. Oh but Amadeus could not deny the little spirit of nobility that bid him speak of his home, and speak of it proudly! "Ah my home, Commander, is in the hills just outside of Rome. It is said that the Scipio Villa was once the Senate of Rome when there was a fire that destroyed the city itself though how true that is I do not know." he smiled and then gestured west with his gloved hand, narrowing his grey eyes in that direction - "But the home I know best is here in Britain actually. I was born and raised only a few miles from here, would you believe? I grew up in these hills, in this rain ..." he gave a small laugh as he gestured to the grey skies, "And I will die on this land also for I do not think my duty to the Empire will ever be truly over. It's in my heart as it was in my father's. As it was in your father's also... I have heard stories of your father, Commander, from my own father. He spoke of a magnificent man - with unequalled strength and humanity." Loosely translated - 'he was as weak as you are'.... Amadeus thought to himself, though he did feel quite at east speaking to Arthur of these things. It was alarming, really, how cmofortable he felt about it. How much he gave away without intending to. |
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| golden_trillium | May 21 2010, 03:06 AM Post #97 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 5:58 pm Tatiana
"Hmm? It looks like someone may have gotten royally chewed out by someone else." Tatiana replied as she followed the dark-haired's gaze to the Roman soldier that was turning his horse back around to the stables instead of going on with the mission. On further thought, she added "I wonder... could that have been the foul-mouthed soldier that was bothering us earlier, Darya?" She suggested to her while watching the action that was going on. "I'm just glad that both Jols and Brendyn were here to act as buffers for us with him around." "That sounds like a terrific idea, indeed. Not too sure how much cold weather is good for an injured hawk. I'll see you in the tavern, then, Darya." Tatiana replied. Maybe Lancelot'll be there too. |
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| golden_trillium | May 21 2010, 03:08 AM Post #98 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 7:05 pm Tristan and Quintus
"'Bout twenty," Tristan supplied, calling back in a slightly raised voice so that his words would carry to the Lieutenant. The Centurion, he noted, was still scowling, though the slant of his eyebrows and the lines in his forehead had eased since Tristan had last glanced back. He was starting to get over it- but still, he said nothing, just rode in silence looking determined and dutiful, but grumpy. "Some of his best- that...lieutenant..." Tristan shrugged irritably as he supplied the title after a pause. He had no idea what the man's name or actual rank was- the Woads, in fact, didn't seem to have much in the way of rank, much as the Sarmatians had been, before Rome took them- but he had recognized the dark-haired, stern man (Nolan) whom Merlin often seemed to confide in from other battles, other encounters. He had been there. "And Guinevere," the scout added darkly, brushing back a braid that the wind suddenly teased from behind his ear and across his face. Guinevere- all in the fort knew her, or knew of her, at least, if they had been in Badon last summer. She had stayed in the fort for a while, while Romans and Woads briefly fought a common enemy- but now she was gone back to Merlin, as was to be expected, and was an enemy again. A strong one. Maybe they would see her again today. "Hmmph- damned odd, fighting women," Quintus put in at the mention of Guinevere, the first time he had spoken since Karl had been told to remain behind. It was a prospect that had never given him pleasure, though when push came to shove, he'd do it. An enemy with a blade at your throat was an enemy, no matter whether they had breasts or a cock or anything else. But...it was odd, it was, that the Woads sent out their women to fight, and that they died right alongside their men. Not civilized behavior. Romans, thank God, knew better. |
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| golden_trillium | May 21 2010, 03:09 AM Post #99 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:17 pm Malcus Barbattus It seemed a shame to have to discuss money with a beautiful woman like Catherine. But business was business. It would be easier to consider their dealings as business if she wasn't so damned beautiful! Catherine wasn't his wife, Barbattus reminded himself. She was a whore who was paid - paid well in fact - to make men feel good. She earned her money by making men think, even for a little while, that they were special. Even though it was a good one, it was, just the same, all an act and Malcus knew it. While he was willing to play the game, the captain couldn't help but feel that same twinge of ... what was it? ... regret? ... that it was in fact, only business. Sometimes Malcus wished that "it" was more meaningful even though he would never admit to anyone, including himself, that he ever felt lonely. However, sometimes in his quiet time, he often wondered what it would be like to love a woman, be committed to her and to have her love him in return. Perhaps to even have children with that woman one day. He found himself thinking of it more and more lately. Is that what happens when we get older? We want to have someone around to grow old with and to leave our mark on this earth through children? he thought to himself at times. But only sometimes. Right now his loins ached for the soft, sweet walls of uncommitted femininity and Catherine was just what he needed to satisfy his lust. For now, the physical gratification of shooting his load would satisfy him. He looked deeply into the smoky green eyes of the woman next to him who suddenly rose her seat and straddled his muscular thigh.
Malcus smiled at Catherine as she touched the side of his face and along his ear. "mmmm," he purred, closing his eyes. "that feels nice." Malcus looked over his shoulder, making sure they didn't have an audience. He slid his hand under the folds of Catherine's dress and ran his hand along her leg all the way up to her inner thigh, stopping just below her crotch. Slowly, he slid his hand back down her leg and rubbed her knee before removing his hand from underneath her dress. "Perhaps my quarters? We are guaranteed privacy there and I might feel a little more comfortable." Barbattus placed a coin on the table for the tea and grabbed Catherine's hand. "Shall we?" he asked and led the way out of the tavern. |
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| golden_trillium | May 21 2010, 11:18 PM Post #100 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:26 pm Linnette
"Come on in, then." Linnette nodded her head towards the tables and stepped further into the busy tavern, beckoning encouragingly to follow. By the looks of things, Mari wasn't used to spending time here- she bit the corner of her lip nervously, and clutched her jumbled papers once more to her chest. On other hand, she didn't seem unwilling, though- and once they had passed a couple of tables, as well as Lancelot, and then Mirtha the Stablemaster on their respective ways out (Lancelot's face looked a fright, no doubt from the fight he had been in yesterday, but Linnette had time for barely a glimpse of him before he was gone), Mari pointed to an empty table at the side of the big room, under a window, where it might be a little cool, but where they would have light and a good view. Excellent choice- Linnette led the way over to it, wending her way easily among the tables, guiding Mari along in her wake.
"Oh!" Standing next to the table, ready to go off for some food once Mari was settled, Linnette started with mild surprise to see the offered coin, and to hear the Mari's surprisingly sophisticated pronouncement that she wanted to buy them a drink. Not at all what Linnette had been expecting...and the petty coin offered was enough for one ale, perhaps what Mari had seen her father pay for the same. It wouldn't buy two...nor would it have bought wine, which Linnette preferred and which she suspected Mari would too. Or fruit juice, for that matter, which was even more expensive in the winter season. Linnette looked down at the coin, of half a mind to refuse it and get the food and drink for free, as she had been meaning to do...but no. One glance up into Mari's eager face, so suffused with palpable pride to be doing something so grown up as buying a friend a drink...Linnette couldn't possibly take that away from her. Her face melted into a grateful smile, grateful for the thought even though the coin was inadequate in itself, and she reached out and folded her hand around the small piece of cool metal. "Thank you, Mari. A toast would be wonderful...the food's on the house, though." She broadened her smile for a flash, reassuring the girl that no more coin would be needed, and then set down the little book she was still carrying, and her cloak. "I'll be right back." Linnette's hand rested on Mari's shoulder for just a moment, and then she moved off back into the bustle of the tavern, making her way towards the kitchens for the food. Providing for Mari's needs...that was important right now. It would help her get the portrait of Gedeon that she so desired, though Mari was turning out to be rather charming company in her own right, and a good listener for Linnette's occasional descents into the maudlin. After they had eaten, they would go to Dagonet's room and see if he was ready...and then that would be set in motion. And the other thing she had found herself wanting to do today... As she began to cross the tavern, Linnette found herself, at first perhaps unconsciously but with more and more system and purpose as she went, assessing the women she saw for their suitability for Drake. A stunning blonde caught her eye, making her way towards the door at the side of an officer whom Linnette knew by sight, but had never spoken to. Beautiful indeed, and she could picture Drake appreciating the woman's looks, but she was a known whore. Totally unsuitable. Vanora was behind the counter- not her, of course. Another woman, a rather pitiful wretch, was eating at a table near the bar, shoving food into her mouth as though she was starving, her cheeks distended from holding mouthfuls of it. Whatever was wrong with her? Linnette had no idea- but she didn't think much of the woman's slovenly appearance and terrible manners. No, Drake wouldn't want someone like that around, even if she seemed to be reasonably attractive under the grime. Linnette shook her head, frowning slightly. Her path shifted as she swayed aside to avoid a table, and she suddenly found her eyes meeting those of Adian, who was nearby. She gave him a faint, distracted smile, not wishing him to think that the frown was for him. Her eyes roved on, and settled on the other woman, between Vanora at the bar and the slattern eating at the table- Neeve. Hmmm. A healer, and Linnesse had said she was a good one. Derfel always spoke very well of Linnesse's gentle hands, so Linnesse had said, so perhaps that came with being a healer. Drake would like gentle hands. An exceptionally odd short hairstyle, but hair grew, and with her black hair and blue eyes she was quite striking. Maybe her? Worth a try. It might take several attempts to introduce Drake to someone he would like, and Neeve seemed as good a place as any to start. Linnette put that thought away in her mind, storing it for future reference, as she passed into the kitchen, where she quickly and efficiently put together a meal tray for her and Mari to enjoy. And drink- they needed something to toast with, after all! Eschewing ale as too common, not to her taste, and unlikely to be to Mari's, Linnette got out a skin of wine instead, some of the good stuff, like she had served Drake yesterday. She was already in the act of pouring one glass when she realized, though, that maybe Mari was not used to wine, and maybe...well...maybe she oughtn't to drink too much of it. Linnette didn't like to think that she had suddenly appointed herself Mari's guardian, but the thought of serving that innocent girl full-strength wine suddenly struck her as inappropriate, like giving such to a little child, like, say, Fleur. Deciding that abruptly, Linnette set down the skin and went for the water dipper instead, and filled up the remaining half of the cup with water. There. The deep red color was washed out, but Mari would never notice- as Linnette fully intended to water down her own cup, too. She herself knew that she could take a glass with no felt effects- but while she was with Mari, she would drink what she was drinking. It was only right and courteous. A moment later, carrying the tray laden with food and two mugs of watered-down wine, Linnette left the kitchen and crossed the tavern again, eying Neeve searchingly as she passed- but saying nothing, and not stopping, until she reached the window table and set down the tray. "Here you are- the roast meat today looks quite good!" It did, and smelled good, too. They had more supplies now, since the arrival f the carts yesterday, and it showed- this lunch was more generous than lunches had been in Badon in some time. |
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| golden_trillium | May 21 2010, 11:24 PM Post #101 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 10:39 pm Vanora and Adian Well, this was a fine kettle of fish to be sure. Vanora could only stand there and just listen to the bantering that broke out: first with Neeria and Lancelot, then Lancelot and Neeve... well not exactly vicious bantering, but sort of friendly bantering in a way. It had been hard to tell though with the conversation between Lancelot and Neeria, and it left Vanora to raise her eye brows in amusment and cast a glance at Adian to see his reaction as well as Mirtha's. Mirtha had not said much sine the crowd had gathered which was probably best right now...
Adian smiled at her warmly, "You are most welcome, lady." Why do you not look up instead of casting those lovely eyes to the ground? As he watched her, it became apparent that she desperately needed a bath, and new clothing. It was good to see her eat and get some nourishment in her. The event with the ghost all but forgotten, Adian reached out to finish off the rest of his ale, and he was about ready to leave when the man in the dark curly hari spoke to Neeria again...
Vanora continued to let her eyes go from one to the other as back and fourth they went with the "stabs and shots". Lancelot was obviously having a real bad day as was this woman, Neeria. Next to Neeria, Adian shot a glance back to the other man whom he did not know, though he was sure he would in time. If Lancelot meant trouble for the woman, Adian felt he'd deck the man. Adian looked over at Neeve whom he had met several times already via various injuries. She was an interesting one, and no mistake about it. The tavern matron looked at Neeve then the young woman she had brought in. Yes, there were few times that people left clothing in the tavern, but she was about Neeria's height, and surely she had some clothes that would fit her. as Vanora was about to say something concerning the clothes, Lancelot and Neeve began to chatter between themselves. Looking up, she noticed Linnette and Mari re entering the tavern and she gave them a nod of acknowledgement. It was good to see that Linnette had found someone to draw Gedeon for her, and Vanora hoped that she'd be able to see the finished project when it was done. Adian did not notice Linnette and the other woman. He had talked with Linnette more times than he had cared to and found her to be rude and uncaring. No sense of humor either. Shrugging, he turned his attention back to the very hungry young woman as she thanked him for his kindness to her. It was really nothing to show kindness to someone else...
Dungeon? This woman he had been kind to... was she a criminal? Adian did not push the matter, nor did Vanora who had just stopped and listened to what was said. Mirtha still had not said anything, and the barmanager wondered if he were as overwhelmed as she and Adian were. A smile left Neeria's lips as she scratched her head, and the first thing Vanora thought of was lice. She'd have to wipe the counters down later after she had helped this woman. Looking up, Vanora saw Malcus and the other woman leave, then turned her gaze back to Neeve...
There was a bit of talking between Neeve and Lancelot, when Vanora finally looked from the healer to the knight...
The tavern matron watched the dark knight leave the tavern, and shortly after that, Mirtha who seemed to want to give up this "party". Shrugging, Vanora looked from Adian then to the two remaining women at the counter. Vanora smiled as the hungry woman all but devoured the food, then belched... Vanora could only hope the plate survived the "attack" as she had never seen anyone eat so fast and lick the plate so thoroughly. At least the food was not wasted.
Vanora laughed lightly, "You are welcome Neeria. Now how would you like to get some new clothes?" The red head looked at Neeve leaving Neeria to take in the last of the food. "I have some clothes that I have not used in a while and they are in good condition. I am due for a break, so we can go to my house and I can get them for you." She motioned for a wench to take over the counter while she explained that she was going on a break and would be back soon. Vanora looked from Neeria to Neeve, "Well, shall we see what I have?" In her mind, the red head could not imagine why the woman had been in the dungeons, and perhaps in time she'd know. Near by, Adian moved from where he had stood next to Neeria, and clasped his cloak about him, "Well, I have to get back to work, Vanora... then I have to go pay respects to my lost love." He turned to Neeve, "It was good to see you again, Neeve." He bowed slightly, then turned to Neeria, "Take care of yourself, Neeria. I hope we meet again soon." Brendyn Brendyn remained silent not wanting to look at the very angry Centurion, nor the insolent soldier who had galloped ahead of them. He had been surprised that the man had gotten as far with the mischief as he had. Brendyn had willed himself to calm down as getting mad at the soldier would have just egged things on, but what happened nextwas something Brendyn had rarely seen in his years of service: A Commander ready to lead his men out of a fort, stopping them all, and reprimanding one soldier in front of the others... even to the extent of telling the soldier to go no further on the mission. So as Brendyn and the rest reined in their horses, he just watched as Arthur turned to face Karl and had told the man to stay at the fort....
Brendyn had no time to waste on what the reaction of Karl would be, but turned his horse and followed the others out of the gate and onto the road leading from the fort. Tyranus, Brendyn felt, would have broken into a run had he had half a chance, but he wanted to pace the rest of the men in the group, and so he set the pace for Tyranus as they turned West. He fell a bit off to the side a bit coming up behind Quintus's horse. He could hear the others talking, but chose to just think of scenarios that they would possibly encounter on this mission. He had seen the woads at work and so tried to think of what to do if certain situations arose. Brendyn reached up and pulled his cloak about him, then grabbed the reins again observing and watching the remaining soldiers and officers in the group as they headed down a slope. The moors that stretched out in front of the fort was glistening with some snow and the wind chilled Brendyn , but that was what one got, he supposed, being stationed at Badon Hill. The coast of Brittany was every bit as cold, so Brendyn was sort of use to it... Though Spring would come soon. Brendyn still kept his position behind Titrus, and could hear something he said to Quintus, but then...
Brendyn raised an eyebrow as he, too, was curious about the number of woads and what to expect. If the recent mission had been a flop, surely the woads would not be happy to see the group return. He remembered the wound Arthur had and thouhg the Commander seemed to be doing okay so far, Brendyn made up his mind to keep an eye on his new Commander and was thankful that he ahd brought along a small amount of medical supplies just in case... |
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| golden_trillium | May 21 2010, 11:26 PM Post #102 |
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Author: TwistOfShadows Date: Wed Nov 12, 2008 8:22 am Eyla Eyla did not deny her wanton nature. She was a whore because she loved the thrills and spoils, she loved to provide pleasure to both men and women. She was not overtly fussy. The woman was also extremely expensive, but worth every coin of the price. Oh it was true, she seduced and played flirtatiously for free...but she always demanded some form of payment in the end. Manipulative? Perhaps. Eyla knew how to provoke proud men into action, and she knew how to make the most useless Roman soldier feel special between the sheets . It was a gift, no? She was a guardian angel, sent to fool men into believing their own self worth. Eyla was beautiful, and she used it well. Her dark eyes were sultry in the dim light of the arena, and her eyelashes batted slowly and beautifully. Sharp cheekbones bestowed a noble grace, and her curly hair was dangerously femninine. She was the ideal...but blessed with a talent for cheekiness and manipulation. The woman liked to know her patrons, and she enjoyed reading them. In the past, she’d been paid to share pillowtalk and secrets...and why not? She had a life to lead, and beautiful dresses were not cheap. As she stood beside Gawain, she glanced down her bronzen arm. To her fine collection of bangles and jewellery. They glittered vehemently against her golden skin, and she smirked. Yes, they were all presents from wealthy men to...ensure her loyalty? Eyla was not a loyal companion, but she was a brilliant liar... Her hand pressed onto Gawain’s shoulder, and she arched her back dramatically. Long, dark curls tickled down her back, and she glanced over her shoulder at Galahad. Her pink lips were parted with intent, and her smile was almost feline. Two Sarmatians in one setting? Eyla was doing well, and with Arthur’s whore? Such a lie! She would be Arthur’s whore, but not yet. He would have to submit to her charm first...but what was the harm in creating an illusion? It would certainly gain her respect and leverage if people believed she could influence the Commander’s decisions...
Eyla’s smile widened. Good gods alive, was she making Gawain feel uncomfortable? She pouted her lips petulantly and feigned guilt. She did not seek to make him uncomfortable, but she did want a reaction. The Sarmatian constantly praised his brother...but where was his selfish intent? Eyla was an expensive and reputable whore, and here she was, within Gawain’s grasp and capability. Would he refuse her? Eyla lifted her other hand into her hair, messing it with a passionate grip. She curled the dark hairs into her neck, and leant closer into Gawain, pressing her breasts into the firm breadth of his chest. Resist me, I dare you...
Eyla was aware of the man’s frustrations. It was not difficult to see the tension in his shoulders, and the look of sullen pride that sat stubbornly upon his handsome features. Galahad was more boyish than her usual type, but his broodiness was endearing. The whore watched his horse slow down, and almost smiled in triumph. She was getting a reaction, no? Galahad was losing his temper with her, and she listened to his rejections. Gods, he did not appear to know what he wanted, and Eyla’s smile did not leave her lips. She raised her eyebrows, and watched him dismount. Galahad walked angrily passed the two of them, and Eyla watched him with her half-lidded gaze. “Loneliness is so boring, Galahad. You wouldn’t want to be termed thus by your comrades, would you?” Eyla looked to Gawain for support, and laughed sweetly. If Galahad chose to leave her in Gawain’s company, then she could live with that. BUT Eyla would find the young Sarmatian at another time, and remind him of all the pleasure he’d been missing. He clearly had a dislike for women...or he simply fancied other ...more masculine types. A flicker of mischievous intent lit a fire in Eyla’s eyes, and she looked back at Gawain. He was handsome enough, it was true. She reached her other hand into his long hair, and tugged at it gently, expectantly. “You do not strike me as the boring type Gawain...or are you? Would you rather leave me here alone...with no-one to play with...” Eyla parted her lips, and leant closer to the knight. She spoke low, purring. “Do you want to play with me Gawain?” |
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| golden_trillium | May 21 2010, 11:27 PM Post #103 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Wed Nov 12, 2008 10:31 am Dagonet
Dagonet had to give her a little smile at that. Saoirse was smiling at him so beautifuly that he could not help himself. He knew that she was worried and that was making an attempt to sooth away his pain and her own worry, but it did not matter.. Her smile brought fire to his heart for this short moment. He felt her protective arms around him... and willingness to help him. Once they stopped cold was far more greater. The pain. Dagonet felt numb with it and with cold. He felt numb in his mind and in his heart... numb over his body. While tall knight closed his eyes he could almost feel like giving up to everything. It was so cold... He was so tired already... He felt like giving up to everything... to the pain and to the cold. To his sorrow..
A weak voice and a soft touch upon his face. Slowly and reluctantly Dagonet oppened his eyes and looked deep into Saoirse's. Just a bit further... Just go on.. Just don't give up... Her voice was pleading and he could not ignore this. He had to go on... for her if not for anything else. He sighed deeply and nodded agreeing with her. After clearing his throat and gathering his strenght he took few more steps and with difficulty reached the destination point. They entered the baths and Dagonet looked down at Saoirse with a little frown of worry. That was not so easy to acomplish... |
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| golden_trillium | May 21 2010, 11:29 PM Post #104 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Wed Nov 12, 2008 12:58 pm Drake Drake lifted his hand from the water and looked down at the thick, uneven, dead white skin that had risen up around the wound in the centre of his palm. He grimaced at the sight of it and turned his hand over, giving a testing prod to the same gunky whitness on the other side of his hand. Testingly he closed his hand and frowned, watching and waiting for the pain. It wasn't all that sore but he could feel the potential for permanent damage if he did not treat it properly. Sighing, the Spaniard took a towel and wrapped it about hsi thick wrist, letting the water slide down his hand to the withered material as he mooched back to his bed and sat with a weary harumph. Elbow on his knee, the old soldier straightened his arm and opened his palm again. Dropping the towel to the ground, he started to pick away the dead skin, giving a hiss of surprised pain as some of it appeared to be still attached to healthy skin. He tugged it loose and gave a scoff of irritation at the welling of blood that started where the good skin had ripped. Pursing his lips, Drake took the towel up and pressed the material to his palm before leaning backwards against hte wall. His shoulders and head were pressed against teh cool stone, his back and shoudlerblades laying on the mattress, his long legs stretched out in front of him. Chin tucked to his chest, Drake shut his eyes, holding his wounded hand to his hard stomach, thinking to sleep a little bit more. Sleep drifted towards him, and with it the promise of more nightmares. A red haze surrounded the promising image of auburn hair spread out on a familiar pillow. Drake swallowed roughly and opened his eyes, staring straight ahead, emptying his mind. Or at least trying to. It was pointless. The present was miserable enough without mixing it up with the past. And the future was grim enough without coloring it with all the badness from his past. Drake sat up straight and reached towards the stripped cloth that he was going to use as a bandage. He had a feeling his 'washing' ofthe wound had done more harm than good, but there was nothing he could do about that. At least it wuold look newly bandaged and Linnette would not feel obliged to tend to him. Winding the coarse material was easy enough, but tying it off in a neat fashion was next to impossible. When Drake finally managed to seal it up he gave a whispered, irritated word of thanks to the ethers. Turning the hand back and front the Spaniard felt satisfied with his work and got to his feet. Raking a hand back over his dark hair, he wondered if he should bathe then decided he had not the inclination to tend to himelf anymore than he already had. He rooted into his saddlebags and pulled out a small pouch of coins. He tossed a few into the pouch at his waist, donned his tattered red cloak and then headed out of his room. His broad shadow danced ahead of him as servants lit the torches inside. The sun was at it's highest but it was a grey day and the stone walls of Badon Keep did not permit the golden warmth of the sun to penetrate too deeply. He stepped out of a side-door of the keep and narrowed his green eyes up at the grey sky. It did not look a promising day at all. But he could only sit in his little room so long before going insane. The Spaniard went over towards the stables and took a deep breath of musty, dusty, warm air from inside the old building. He walked along the line of horses, glancing in at them as he went, perusing the beasts until he came to Fides, his own gentle tempered gelding. He reached a hand in to stroke his nose at first. The horse responded with an excited shift to the side, then the other. Drake smiled to himself and opened the gate, stepping inside. His tack and saddle was all there where he had left it and he wasted no time in brushing the horse's coat and saddling him up. In amongst the other possessions Drake had left in Fides' stall was his shortbow and a quiver of self-made arrows. He slid them into the straps behind the saddle and led the black out, clucking softly under his breath to the equine. |
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| golden_trillium | May 21 2010, 11:30 PM Post #105 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:27 pm Gawain
Feeling her tug at his hair, Gawain glanced in her direction. "I'm...I'm not.. boring..at least..not really.."He replied feeling flustered and showing so by grasping helplessly at words like soap bubbles in the air. "No, I wouldn't want to leave you alone." He said trying to keep track of both conversations going on and giving his little brother some breathing room since he requested to be left alone. "I'm sure that there's something that we could do together." He replied and seeing Galahad's horse gave him his idea. "Lady, have you ever ridden on a horse before?" He queried turning around to face her and place a big hand into her hair to tease his fingers gently through it as a plan was slowly forming itself in his mind that could take care of both situations at one time as well as answering Gally's wish of being left alone for now. "Galahad, I'll see you later, little brother." He called out across the arena to him unsure if the young knight had heard him or not. "Come, Lady, there's someone that I want you to meet." He said holding out his arm for her to take. "We seem to be at quite an unfair disadvantage, you and I as you know my name but I don't know yours." Gawain said a slight look of disappointment on his face at that situation. |
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