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November 2008
Topic Started: May 16 2010, 03:48 AM (3,052 Views)
golden_trillium

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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.

Adian
 
"No, you are bullshit, my dear friend. I am not tired,
and I have all of my faculties... And as for searching
for them, this one just happened to find me... "And just
why would Ione want to see me at all... she has Javier
to look after her... so just mind your fuckin'
business..."


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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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.

Linnette
 
"Perhaps, He was very tall. 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. And he
wasn't as broad... But only because he was still
growing, I think. It was shocking, the amount of food he
could eat. Are you hungry, Mari? I can get us some food
and we can sit and talk,"


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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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 2:17 pm
Neeria


Neeve
 
“I see…and...you don't happen to have some of those
abandoned clothes here, do you…thanks anyway, Vanora…”


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.

Lancelot
 
"I am not stuck with anything, save your presence in
this fort. You have an appointed guardian, and I am off
to fetch him. Try not to pass your - vermin guests on to
anyone else, princess,


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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Author: Pinkie
Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 2:58 pm
Saoirse


Dagonet
 
"I don't know, love.... I'm afraid that it can bring
only more of this pain.."


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.

Dagonet
 
"Cold..."


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

Malcus
 
"Ay, but my lady. We've only just begun. There are many
things I can offer you that will be better that you
could possibly imagine. But enough of that here, hmmm?
Why don't we go somewhere that's quieter where we can
talk and .. get ...uh, comfortable...and get to know
each other better? What does the lady say to that?"


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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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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Author: Pinkie
Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 3:36 pm
Amadeus


Arthur
 
“It is by God’s grace that I should earn and receive
such respect from those in my charge.”


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.

Arthur
 
“I will not tolerate insubordination, Legionary
Pretorius, you will not speak to a superior officer in
such a manner again, You will remain here at the
fortress as punishment and I shall have a strong word
with your Captain when I return…and pray that I do not
punish you further for your insubordination upon my
return – perhaps time spent in the stocks to allow
reflection upon your behavior should I hear of any
further misconduct. Is that clear?”


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.

Arthur
 
“Tell me about your familial home, Amadeus. What will
you return to once you have fulfilled your duties to the
Empire?”


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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Author: Starbelle
Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 5:58 pm
Tatiana


Darya
 
“Sounds like a good plan…”. “Now what might have
happened there?”. “Maybe I’ll see you in the tavern
then. I’ll bring this one…”,…inside and then might go to
fetch something to eat as well…”


"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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 7:05 pm
Tristan and Quintus


Titrus
 
"I guess I fucked that up. At least we won't have to
deal with Karl. That's a tremendous benefit. Tristan!
How many were with Merlin the last time?"


"'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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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.

Catherine
 
"The lady says and does whatever the brute requests of
her. Ever and always. My place or yours?"


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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:26 pm
Linnette


Mari
 
"I am quite hungry actually..."


"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.

Mari
 
"I can mind a seat for us perhaps. That's very kind of
you. I have some money to pay for it though...I would
like to buy us both a drink...so we can toast your
husband's memory.."


"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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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...

Neeria
 
"Thank you, A-di-aaaan" "here is fine."


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...

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


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,"


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...

Neeria
 
"Perhaps you are right, Sarmatian," "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."


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...

Neeve
 
“I see…and...you don't happen to have some of those
abandoned clothes here, do you?” “…thanks anyway,
Vanora…” “Eat now, will you? Before others do it…”


There was a bit of talking between Neeve and Lancelot, when
Vanora finally looked from the healer to the knight...

Lancelot
 
"No more water, lady. I promise I will take care to see
you later today. I'm off to retrieve yonder Saxon for
your guarding pleasure." "And by Hadrian's balls,
please, no nuns. I had my fill of the oh so charming one
in the infirmary that would probably like to sever my
head very cheerfully." "Very well, my darling healer. I
am off for Derfel," "And I'm to bathe afters. I'll see
you shortly."


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.

Neeria
 
"Thank you,"


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....

Arthur
 
“It is by God’s grace that I should earn and receive
such respect from those in my charge.” “I will not
tolerate insubordination,” “Legionary Pretorius, you
will not speak to a superior officer in such a manner
again,” “You will remain here at the fortress as
punishment and I shall have a strong word with your
Captain when I return…and pray that I do not punish you
further for your insubordination upon my return –
perhaps time spent in the stocks to allow reflection
upon your behavior should I hear of any further
misconduct. Is that clear?”


Karl
 
"Ay, commander,"


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...

Titrus
 
"How many were with Merlin the last time?"


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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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...

Gawain
 
"Both, actually. Yes, my little brother definetly rides
quite well. He's very good with horses. That would be a
very good plan, to indeed have in mind, lady.”


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...

Galahad
 
”No. "Maybe I want to be far away, hmm? You think of
that? Maybe I want to be on my own for a little while?
Maybe I ... maybe I... oh just shut up."


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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Author: Unicorn
Date: Wed Nov 12, 2008 10:31 am
Dagonet


Saoirse
 
"But the water'll be warm..."


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..

Saoirse
 
"C'mon love. Please. Jus' a bit further."


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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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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Author: Starbelle
Date: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:27 pm
Gawain


Eyla
 
“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...” “Do you want to play with me 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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