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November 2008
Topic Started: May 16 2010, 03:48 AM (3,050 Views)
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Thu Nov 13, 2008 7:24 pm
Tayala


Galahad
 
"Actually... maybe you can." "I seem to be missing some
things. A hard-bristled brush? A soft one - a mane comb
too..."


"Oh yes, I know what things you mean and no, you're not
missing them, quite the contrary, sir, I put them all away in
the cabinet after seeing them on the floor of the stall."
Tayala replied as she watched him begin to undo the laces of
his boot, her aquamarine eyes catching and holding his baby
blue ones whenever he would look up at her.

"I didn't want you to trip over them by accident as they were
laying right in the middle of the floor while I was cleaning
and changing the old straw along with replacing the old hay
and oats and placing new straw as well as hay and oats in the
stalls on this side of the stable as I and a few other stable
hands had already done the other side of the stable."









Tatiana

Lancelot
 
"Ladies," "I trust you find this day relatively
pleasant? I do have a duty to perform, but I thought I
would be remiss in my job as defacto leader of Badon if
I didn't at least greet you." "Madam, I wish I had more
time to make your acquaintance, but rest assured, once I
am done with my orders, I will make it a point to look
you up. I am Lancelot ap Ban, Arthur Castus' second and
your servant."


"Yes, every..everything's quite better now, thank you for your
greeting." Tatiana replied polietly to him feeling the exact
same feeling that had enclosed her when she'd first briefly
seen him like a mental lightning was teasing her skin only the
feeling had increased ten-fold with him standing directly in
front of her.

"I'm Tatiana," she said introducing herself to him then
feeling a warmth in her cheeks, on her neck and in the tips of
her ears and knew that a blush had appeared unbidden at the
deep sound of his voice. "Its very nice to make your
acquaintance, Lancelot ap Ban. I wish that you did too, Sir
Knight, but I'm really looking forward to seeing you again,
hopefully quite soon."

A smile then appeared in a mirror image of his, only hers was
quite a bit on the shy side, as if one of her fondest wishes
had come true and was standing right in front of her.

She really couldn't help herself, so reaching out with one
tiny hand touched the hand that was resting on his hip and
when her hand didn't seep through his and she didn't wake up
either, knew that he was very real and she was wide awake.

"You looked so much like a dream standing there, that I just
had to touch you to make sure that you're really real."
Tatiana said by way of explanation looking down at the ground
then back up at him again.

Looks like I got my wish. He's very gorgeous and quite good
looking and real.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu Nov 13, 2008 9:25 pm
Ione


She had promised just short visit to Titrus's place, but his
daughters were always so wonderful to talk to, that Ione felt
she had overstayed her welcome. They laughed and talked for a
long time, but Ione never forgot what she had to do after her
visit: to go and get some rest, then later, she'd get Sister
Margaret and she could show Ione where Ian was buried.

As lunch time rolled around, the oldest broke out some bread,
cheese and some fruit. They gathered around a small table, and
shared lunch, and they talked of their father and mother while
Ione listened. She remembered her parents well, though she
missed her father more than her mother, though her mother had
taught her the fine art of weaving good cloth and sewing
clothes. If it had not been for that, the weaver would never
have had a trade to offer....

After lunch, they quieted down a bit, and Ione felt she had to
say farewell for now as she was getting tired, and wanted to
go back to the shop to rest a bit.

Ione left the warm inviting quarters promising she'd check on
them once more before retiring that night, and headed back to
the shop, left herself inside and closed and locked the door.
Placing her cloak on a hook, she stood with her back to the
door for a moment before moving to her favorite chair. The
black cloak lay where she had placed it, and Ione brought it
over to her lap, letting the lightly woven cloak drape over
her body. Making sure the shades were drawn, Ione closed her
eyes, and fell into a light sleep...
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Author: Darya
Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 3:48 am
Darya


Tatiana indeed followed her even though without any reaction
to her earlier statements, but Darya didn’t mind. It didn’t
take the two women long until the tavern came into sight…and
with it – heading right into their direction – Lancelot. Or at
least someone who resembled the First Knight because what
happened then let Darya arch an eyebrow as it was definitely
not her countryman’s everyday behavior…

Lancelot
 
"Ladies, I trust you find this day relatively pleasant?
I do have a duty to perform, but I thought I would be
remiss in my job as defacto leader of Badon if I didn't
at least greet you.  Madam, I wish I had more time to
make your acquaintance, but rest assured, once I am done
with my orders, I will make it a point to look you up. I
am Lancelot ap Ban, Arthur Castus' second and your
servant."


The female Sarmatian could not help but lower her gaze
slightly to hide her amusement. She licked her lips stiffly
and smirked to herself. It walks like him, it has his voice,
it even looks like him…just plus a lot of dirt…but it doesn’t
really sound like him… Either Lancelot was drunk or had
finally lost his mind completely. At least he looked that
part… And the way Tatiana had reacted to his mere showing up
in the courtyard earlier, Darya had absolutely no doubt that
the girl would fall for the knight’s charming stream of words.
And indeed, it took only the blink of an eye until her
thoughts were confirmed…

Tatiana
 
"Yes, every..everything's quite better now, thank you
for your greeting. I'm Tatiana. Its very nice to make
your acquaintance, Lancelot ap Ban. I wish that you did
too, Sir Knight, but I'm really looking forward to
seeing you again, hopefully quite soon.  You looked
so much like a dream standing there, that I just had to
touch you to make sure that you're really real."


Oh, please!!!!!! By the Gods, this situation was almost
ridiculous from her point of view and Darya had a hard time
not bursting into laughter. It was so obvious that Tatiana
didn’t know anything about the First Knight…there was no other
explanation for her words and gestures. Especially considering
the sorry appearance Lancelot was giving…all dirty, battered
and who knew what else. The dark-haired Sarmatian scoffed
quietly to get rid of at least some of her amusement. However,
she filtered the one for her essential information out of his
speech: Arthur had left him in charge of the Fortress…and not
Malcus. Good to know. But still…

“You looked so much like a dream standing there, that I just
had to touch you to make sure that you're really real”

What the…?? This was by far the oddest way she had heard
someone addressing her fellow Sarmatian and she would
certainly live on this for a while…whenever she would need
some cheering up. “He at least smells very real…”, Darya then
murmured and finally lifted her gaze again just to look right
at Lancelot. She had her lips pursed slightly and cocked her
head a little. “It is a pleasure, Lancelot…as always…”, the
female Sarmatian then added in such a death serious voice that
it was almost mocking again – though not obviously – and gave
the knight a graceful nod. He could fool Tatiana with his
charm…but not her…
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 7:53 am
Vanora and Adian


Neeve
 
“Adian…”


Adian flashed Neeve and Neeria a charming smile, then left the
tavern to head back to work on the infirmary's damage which he
figured would take him the rest of the day to complete.

Vanora watched him go, then turned to Neeve and Neeria.

Neeve
 
“Vanora…I have the order to not leave Neeria out of my
sight…” “She is…not exactly a guest of honour at this
Fort…” “…so she won’t go anywhere without me. But I
would be very grateful if we could come to your house
and find her some more fitting clothes…”


Vanora nodded, "Well, they are clothes I don't wear any more,
and they are not fancy, but they should keep Neeria warm. "
Vanora eyed the rags the woman was wearing. So this woman WAS
a prisoner? Well, as long as Neeve came along, the red head
felt it was alright. Bors taught her a few things to defend
herself and she was not afraid to use those tactics if this
woman got out of line.

For now, she'd remain hospitable and kind as Neeria had not
done anything so far to put her on guard. "Well, whenever
anyone is ready, we can go. The children are out and about the
fort, so it'd be a perfect time." Vanora waited for Neeria to
respond hoping the young woman would appreciate what she was
doing for her...
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 11:11 am
Titrus


Titrus breathed in the cold air, clearing his lungs of the
stink of Badon Hill. The men rode at a steady pace and the
lieutenant was appreciating the bonding between Quintus and
himself and the Sarmatians.

Bors
 
"Ha! Ain't that the truth! Anyway, what was that about
naked women? That's far more interestin' than talkin'
about that ugly bastard!"


Quintus
 
"We were talkin' about the Woad girls- they too skinny,
or what? Scout?"


Titrus looked over that stoic scout, genuinely shocked to see
the Sarmatian actually contemplating an answer.

Tristan
 
"Aye, I don't mind skinny, but I mind Woads,"


Titrus cackled, then got serious as he just missed a big hole
in the ground.

"True that, mate," Titrus yelled up to Tristan, "about the
woads at least. But me and the captain prefer to have
something substantial beneath us." he chuckled. Titrus looked
over at Quintus and wagged his eyebrows.

"You know what they say mate! Bone is for the dog. Meat is for
the man!" then he cracked up laughing.









Malcus Barbattus

Malcus suppressed a groan as Catherine moved her lithe body
with his strong muscular one. He could feel her soft
femininity pressed against his hardness as she gyrated in
rhythm with him. She closed her eyes and kissed his chin
before she opened them again. Malcus looked deeply into her
green eyes and smiled wickedly. Then he gently kissed her cold
nose.

The blond had rested her hand on Malcus' chest and he
teasingly flexed his pectoral muscle, jiggling the firmness
beneath his heavy tunic.

"You really are very beautiful," he said honestly. "Let's get
out of this cold."

Catherine
 
"Yes - oh yes."


Catherine grabbed his hand and tugged him, eagerness flashing
in her eyes. Malcus closed his large hand around hers and
began walking again. As they neared the barracks, Malcus stood
up straight and cleared any signs of animalistic lust from his
handsome face.

"Oy, captain," the sentry said, respectfully not making eye
contact with either Malcus or the lady.

"At ease," Malcus said, not slowing his steady pace.

"Never mind him," the captain whispered to Catherine.

Barbattus tightened his grip on Catherine's hand as they made
their way down the narrow, dark corridors to his quarters.
When they got to the door, Malcus suddenly yanked Catherine's
hand and swirled her around so that she was backed against the
wall. Then he lowered his head and kissed her, parting his
lips and slipping his tongue softly inside her mouth,
exploring her taste. With his free hand, he expertly unlocked
the door and pushed it open.

"We're here, my lady," he said, breaking the kiss and pulling
Catherine inside his room and closing the door behind him.

Barbattus covered Catherine's mouth with his own again and
unclasped her cloak.

"Is it warm enough in here for you, Catherine? Or shall I turn
up the fire for you? hmmm?" he laughed.
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 12:03 pm

Bors


Bors too was quite surprised to hear the scout utter more than
a couple of words, and smirked before turning back to hear the
Roman speak.

Titrus
 
"True that, mate, about the woads at least. But me and
the captain prefer to have something substantial beneath
us. You know what they say mate! Bone is for the dog.
Meat is for the man!"


At this Bors roared with laughter, the end of which turned
into a throaty cough. At last! Something in common with these
uptight bastards!

"Yeah me too, mate. Me too," he chuckled, reining in his
gelding to ride beside Tristan. "I don't fink I've ever
actually seen you wiv a woman Tris. Always fort that damn hawk
was the only bird for you."

Again he laughed aloud, this time at his own rather pathetic
joke, and continued to ride along with a grin on his face. He
felt better now that he was back out in the fresh air, back on
a mission, even if it was only a small one.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 1:59 pm
Tristan


Bors
 
"Yeah me too, mate. Me too. "I don't fink I've ever
actually seen you wiv a woman Tris. Always fort that
damn hawk was the only bird for you."


Tristan looked sharply over at Bors at that, sharply and a
little hurt, too. The hawk...well, she was important to him,
more so than any one particular woman, but...of course he had
women! Sometimes. Occasionally. All men had women- they
weren't quite men if they didn't!

"I had a woman yesterday," Tristan pronounced rather
defensively, carefully not mentioning that he had paid for it,
and well, too. Not that it wasn't worth it- it had been. In
fact, maybe he should go back to her. Part of his mind was
tempted by that, but another part rejected it, calling it too
much attachment, and therefore detrimental. He had too much to
watch for on this mission to be distracted by thoughts of soft
blonde hair or a slender waist and round hips!
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 2:53 pm
Arthur


The cold was not letting up despite the occasional ray of
sunlight that would break through the blanket of dark cloud
cover overhead. Arthur was thankful he’d pulled on his gloves
before riding out as well. His side ached beneath his armour,
but it was manageable. Lancelot had bandaged Arthur well this
morning….I am tearing myself raw here in front of you…..How I
am to talk to you ever again?

Thank God, but Amadeus continued….

Amadeus
 
"My father was a great man. But he was no legend ...
like Uther Castus."


Legend. Uther’s legacy would always overshadow his son’s life
– both military and personal. At least that is how Arthur saw
it. His hand went to the hilt of his sword on its own
accord…Excalibur. Even through the leather glove he wore,
Arthur felt the blade’s power…his father’s strength and his
father’s ‘legend’.

Arthur’s eyes flickered towards the tree line to his left –
ever watchful despite the casual conversation with Amadeus.
The wound in his side – although not given by one of Merlin’s
people – was still a constant reminder of the dangers that
lurked everywhere.

Amadeus
 
"He was a wealthy land-owner actually. He had many
dealings with Badon Hill before you were born and he was
so greatly impressed with the man who is your father,
that he told me tales of his greatness when I was a
boy."


“Tales?” Arthur arched a single brow at Amadeus and then
briefly smiled at the Optio’s words. Arthur was proud of
Uther’s untarnished reputation and glad that Scipio’s father
had held the elder Castus in such high regard….yet…..

WAS my father. Again, darkness clouded Arthur’s liquid green
eyes as he thought once again on how he had lost Uther at such
a young age. And he was likely to make that a family tradition
as well with Darya’s child. But he shoved the emotion away and
smiled over at Amadeus; once again feigning interest. Arthur
was not a materialistic man and thus Amadeus would fail to
impress the Commander with mention of his father’s wealth.

Amadeus
 
"Tell me Commander... is it true that all who tried to
remove the sword from his grave failed until you, as a
boy, took it during a woad attack with the barest of
efforts?"


Now THAT question truly had caught Arthur off guard. And for a
moment – fleeting as it may have been – his emerald eyes
reflected an emotion rarely seen by others, especially a
non-confident; sadness at his mother’s loss and pain at his
own guilt of not being able to save her that fateful night. Of
course Amadeus had no idea the events that had brought on
Arthur’s retrieval of his father’s sword. And Arthur was not
of a mind to divulge it either. He coughed once while
regaining his facilities and the emotional mask he wore fully
slipped back into place across his chiseled expression.

“Hatred is a powerful emotion,” Arthur said with distain for
the word evident in his voice. He slightly canted his head to
the side as he continued…..

“Yet it had given me strength that night to retrieve my
father’s sword – may God rest his soul in peace,” Arthur
paused head dipping downward and eyes briefly closing out of
reverence for Uther’s memory. “The rumor you speak of has
reached my ears over the years…but all that I can attest to is
that I now carry my father’s sword…I chose my own fate that
night,” Arthur returned his gaze to Amadeus and allowed a
small smile to cross his lips, although it quickly faded from
view.

They were nearing the area where if memory served, they should
turn from the road in order to reach the encampment where
yesterday’s failed negotiations had taken place. Arthur’s
fingers flexed on the reins in his hand and the muscles in his
powerful horseman’s thighs bunched with a hint of tension.

“Tristan! Take us on to the campsite, if you will,” Arthur
called back over his shoulder for the scout. The Commander
could have allowed Scipio to lead the way as well – being the
man had only come from the camp yesterday – but whether out of
habit or on purpose, Arthur had given the privilege to Tristan
instead.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 7:22 pm
Titrus


Titrus continued to grin as Bors gave a big, hearty laugh.

Bors
 
"Yeah me too, mate. Me too. I don't fink I've ever
actually seen you wiv a woman Tris. Always fort that
damn hawk was the only bird for you."


The scout looked at Bors grimly. With Tristan, it was hard to
tell when he was angry or when he was .... well.... just being
Tristan. But then, the earth stood still.

Tristan
 
"I had a woman yesterday,"


Titrus roared with laughter. "Well woo, hoo, hooooooo!" he
teased the scout.

"Was she skinny?" he laughed, winking at Tristan. "Or did she
have ample cushion for the pushin'?"

Titrus rose in his saddle and gyrated his hips, cracking up.

Commander Castus called over his shoulder just then, breaking
up the cackling in the back of the line.

Arthur
 
“Tristan! Take us on to the campsite, if you will,”


Titrus stopped laughing and settled back into being serious.
He'd enjoyed the few moments the men had shared in good humor.
He'd always treated the Sarmatians with good cheer. They were
strong, worthy, elite fighters and the lieutenant would be
proud to fight next to them should the need arise. Of course
he hoped that wouldn't happen but with the unpredictability of
that damned blue wizard demon, who knew?









Karl

Karl rolled over on the pile of hay and stretched again as
Mirtha took a long pull on the leather flask and smiled.

Mirtha
 
"Strong...Good."


The stablemaster wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and
walked over to Karl. Mirtha returned the flask to the blond
and leaned over the stable wall. He lowered his voice
conspiratorily.

Mirtha
 
"I might have some more bottles of something fucking
good. But I warn you. Don't start telling me about your
fucking problems.. I have a lot of my own"


Karl sat up and farted.

"Why the hell would I tell you my problems? I ain't got no
problems and if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't talk to you
about 'em. And I sure don't give a fuck about yours," Karl
smiled at Mirtha wickedly.

"Now that we've got that settled, go get the good shit and
let's have ourselves a little drink. eh? I've got another
flask in my saddle bag."

Karl walked back down the aisle to where he'd housed Brutus.
He was started to like the fact he'd been kicked off the
mission. Who needed that shit anyway?









Neeria

Neeria continued sitting at the bar, absorbing the atmosphere
of the lively tavern. There were Romans, obvious by the way
they were dressed and villagers, all in the same room. The
sight of the Romans made her physically ill and she was filled
with hatred for them. Her dark eyes searched the room for the
Roman she'd seen down in the dungeons. The tall blond with
blue eyes. Neeria did not see him. As soon as the opportunity
presented itself, the woad knew she would kill him and then
gladly face death herself. To avenge her beloved Mikal's death
with her own life, to her, seemed a fair trade.

The man next to her, Adian, spoke and broke Neeria's thoughts.
The woad looked at the dark-haired man who was smiling at her
while he spoke to Vanora.

Adian
 
"Well, I have to get back to work, Vanora... then I have
to go pay respects to my lost love. It was good to see
you again, Neeve. Take care of yourself, Neeria. I hope
we meet again soon."


Neeria's eyes widened when she heard what Adian said. Lost
love? Had Adian lost someone close to him also? Neeria nodded
at him as he turned to leave and hoped she saw him again to
ask him. Lost love she thought again of her Mikal.

Vanora
 
"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. Well,
shall we see what I have?"


Neeria looked at Vanora suspiciously through squinted eyes.
She didn't trust any of these people. They were all strangers
to her and as far as she knew, they wanted to kill her as much
as the Sarmatians did. Anyone who consorted with Romans
couldn't be much good to or for her. Neeria looked at Neeve
whom she didn't trust either.

Neeve
 
“Vanora…I have the order to not leave Neeria out of my
sight. She is…not exactly a guest of honour at this
Fort…so she won’t go anywhere without me. But I would be
very grateful if we could come to your house and find
her some more fitting clothes…”


Neeve had threatened to kill Neeria in the dungeons. The
healer had told her that she could kill Neeria with herbs and
make it look like an accident. Maybe Neeve was planning to
take Neeria to this woman's house as though she were obeying
Arthur's orders and then would conspire to kill her!! Neeria
looked about the bar for a weapon. There was none. Everything
had been cleared away.

Vanora
 
"Well, they are clothes I don't wear any more, and they
are not fancy, but they should keep Neeria warm. Well,
whenever anyone is ready, we can go. The children are
out and about the fort, so it'd be a perfect time."


Neeria jumped off the chair. "I'm not going anywhere with
you!" her dark eyes flashing. "You threatened to kill me,
lady. How do I know this is not part of your plan. I'm staying
here."









Rosita and Nolan

Nolan and Rosita half walked and half ran, covering ground at
a good rate. They would be back to the camp soon and get on
with the task of giving their fallen brethen a proper last
rites and burial. Nolan knew the gods would once again be
favorable to the fallen's souls and perhaps to Merlin again as
well. Nolan's skin glistened, even through his blue paint and
despite the cold air, as he exerted his body. He was feeling
better than he had earlier. The fresh air had cleared his
guilty mind. The guilt of failing Merlin - of letting Mona get
that close to him - was ebbing, perhaps from knowing that by
now, forest creatures were shredding Mona's remains to pieces.
A disgraceful end to her existence - a well deserved one.
Nolan smiled at the thought of animals devouring Mona's
rotting flesh.

Nolan looked toward the front of their group and saw Guinevere
and Cienwyn talking with Smith and Kayley.

Rosita watched Smith, despite herself. She watched closely as
his thick thighs clenched the horse's sides to control him.
She watched his long hair blow in the wind and the slight
rosiness of his cheeks from the cold weather. Rosita's
breathing quickened as she stared. She shook her head to clear
her thoughts and reminded herself to stay clear of Smith. Her
mind told her that, but other parts of her didn't want to
listen.

"Should I break off and gather some food?" she asked Nolan,
still keeping her pace with him, her breathing slowly calming.

"No. Not until after we take care of our duty," Nolan replied.

"Of course," Rosita said. She'd wanted to break from the group
and go into solitude to hunt to take her mind off of Smith.

"We're getting close," Nolan said to Rosita as he slowed down
his pace. He gave a low bird call whistle to the others in the
group up ahead and motioned with his hands for them to stop.

"We need to set up a perimeter and check the area for
infiltrators before we assume the camp is empty. There could
be Romans or Sarmatians waiting for our return. We should
split up and surround the camp for surveillance for assurance.
Guinevere, do you have any specific orders?" Nolan deferred to
the woad princess for further instructions.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 8:13 pm
Gawain


Eyla
 
“Oh, you want my name do you?” “You’ll have to earn my
name...and yes, I’ve ridden alot...but never horses...”


When Gawain saw that she was going to ignore his chivalrous
attitude of allowing him to escort her, he lowered his arm but
not before jumping to one side and unconsciously releasing a
yelping giggle when he felt her hand go slightly lower than he
had quite expected her to.

Shivering in response, he felt his face go red and a lopsided
grin appear at the unexpected contact.

"So..so..I'll have to earn it, huh?" He said though his
lopsided grin remained in place. Walking them over to the
stall where his stallion was housed, Gawain introduced her to
him.

"Lady, this is Trickster, my stallion and best friend. Aren't
you, boy." He said stroking the mane after giving the horse a
treat. "Shall I help you up onto his back, Lady mine?" He
asked glancing over at her polietly.
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Author: Darya
Date: Sat Nov 15, 2008 1:55 am
Neeve


Neeve watched Adian leave…and Malcus as well as his blonde
companion had left already, too. The constant coming and going
in the tavern was what kept the place interesting for her. The
raven-haired woman didn’t drink alcohol…and she wasn’t much of
an eater either. So watching other people was her main reason
to come here. For a moment, her blue gaze lingered on Neeria
once more, who was still happily munching on her stew…or so it
seemed. Then Vanora spoke again…

Vanora
 
"Well, they are clothes I don't wear any more, and they
are not fancy, but they should keep Neeria warm. Well,
whenever anyone is ready, we can go. The children are
out and about the fort, so it'd be a perfect time."


Neeria
 
"I'm not going anywhere with you! You threatened to kill
me, lady. How do I know this is not part of your plan.
I'm staying here."


Before Neeve even had the chance to reply to Vanora, Neeria
suddenly jumped off the chair as if she had been bitten by
something…and snubbed her. The healer let her head fall back
and puffed out a breath as she stared at the tavern’s ceiling
for a moment. Give the Woad something to eat and the Woad
feels all rebellious again, she thought and already considered
reporting Neeria to Lancelot, who – without any doubt – would
be quite happy about such news and the chance to get rid of
the prisoner. Sighing, Neeve gestured at Vanora to hang on a
second…

…and then turned to glare at Neeria. “And I had my reasons to
do so, didn’t I?”, she said sharply, “…and you are just adding
more reasons to that list. Have you forgotten already why you
ended up in the dungeons in the first place, hm? Or what the
Commander told you? If you don’t do as I say…you shall be
reported to the current person in charge – which is the First
Knight.” Now Neeve couldn’t help but smirk slightly, yet she
never left the Woad out of sight. “And certainly you remember
his orders in this case as well, right?”, she added in a lower
clearly warning voice and her blue eyes sparkled dangerously,
“…so I suggest you pull yourself together and accompany us to
Vanora’s house. Unless of course you prefer to stay in those
rags you’re wearing…”

Or die in them…depends on what you’re doing next, the healer
added in thought before glancing sideways at Vanora. “I’m
sorry for this…but Lancelot and I have our orders regarding
this one. Orders she knows but apparently doesn’t give a damn
about…”, the Briton explained with a hint of annoyance in her
voice. Then she paused in an attempt to calm herself down. “I
thank you for your offer, Vanora, and we…”, another pause and
a warning glance at Neeria, “…will of course accept it and
accompany you to your house.” With that, Neeve pushed herself
away from the bar and waited for the tavern manager to join
her so that they could leave…
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Author: TwistOfShadows
Date: Sat Nov 15, 2008 9:19 am
Eyla


Eyla, the whore, flirted with every ounce of mischievous. She
pouted her lips wantonly, and her eyes glittered with naughty
intent. She had amired Gawain previously. Oh indeed, she had
admired all the knights previously, and found them equally
attractive. In their own little ways. Sat atop a horse, a man
looked quite ravishing! His thighs were hard and muscular
around the horse’s flanks, and they sat straighter on
horseback, arrogantly. There was nothing more attractive than
a man with a purpose...or a man on the way to his death.
Depressing? Eyla had no sympathy for the knights, because it
was not in her character. She would console and comfort for a
payment, but to willingly offer her dramatic affection and
praise? No, it was not her way. She played with men, she made
them forget all hard duties...and she made love. Everyday, any
day, any weather. Her body was toned from love-making, and her
hips were rounded gently from constant mating. She behaved
like a Venus, and she was not a modest woman. No. Her breasts
were pushed precariously against the rim of her bodice, and
her cheekbones were golden in the dim light. There was nothing
modest, nothing shy, about this spectacle of woman.

Gawain chuckled when she gripped his buttocks, jumping aside,
and Eyla arched a sharp brow at him. Shy? Restrained? Oh, how
very encouraging...

Gawain
 
”So..so..I'll have to earn it, huh?"


Eyla followed Gawain into the stables, her hips rolling with
an exagerrated and seductive walk. As he walked infront, Eyla
allowed her hungry gaze to travel the length of his body. She
admired the broad expanse of his back, the muscular swell of
his buttocks, and thighs that were created for fondling. The
whore’s lips curved into a feline smile, and she watched him
from beneath her dark eyelashes. Yes, he would have to earn
it...but how? Eyla had not decided, but it would be a
delicious trade. His efforts, for her name? The whore placed a
hand upon her hip, and spoke to him.

“The cheapest women give their names freely Gawain. The women
who offer affection for free. But me?” Eyla gestured to
herself. She touched one hand to the smooth underside of her
bosom, and stroked her bodice provocatively. Her head tipped
to the side, and she sighed a gentle moan from her lips. She
smiled at the knight, and then dropped her hand to her side,
waiting for a reaction. The woman was not ashamed about her
career. The men of this fortress would suffer without women
like Eyla....

Gawain
 
"Lady, this is Trickster, my stallion and best friend.
Aren't you, boy. Shall I help you up onto his back, Lady
mine?"


Lady mine? She liked that, alot , she liked the emptiness of
it. Whores did not belong to anyone, and Gawain made a sweet
lie of commitment. Eyla pouted at him. Gawain caressed his
horse lovingly, and Eyla watched him. Her dark eyes rested on
the horse at his side, and she looked uninterested. A horse?
Eyla had seen many horses, and she had ridden grudgingly. Did
she want to mount him? Did she want to waste time on this
creature’s back, sacrificing the pleasure of having Gawain
between her thighs? Eyla’s thoughts reflected on her
expression. She walked over to Gawain’s side, and forced
herself between him and Trickster. Eyla pressed her hands
against the knight’s chest, and raised onto tippy-toes,
attempting to meet him in height. It was an impossible desire,
and she dropped back down.

“Whose back is that then?” She purred softly, and lifted her
hand to his face. Eyla rested a soft palm against his cheek,
and she pressed her lips to his chin, softly, gently.
“Trickster seems lovely...but I am not here to claim a horse’s
attentions, knight. I am here because you are here. So come
now, we are making delays, no?”

Eyla spoke against the bristled hair on the man’s jaw, and she
fluttered her eyes closed. There were voices in the stable,
but the woman cared not. So if they were seen? Good. She
fancied that thrill.

“Kiss me.”

It was a demand.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sat Nov 15, 2008 10:27 am
Brendyn


He thought over the fair warning Quintus had given him while
the others talked of woads and then women. In the midst of his
thoughts, he heard Bors' loud voice. Brendyn had not heard all
of the cnversation, but it seemed to be of interest, so he
sort of listened for a moment before putting in his two cents
worth...

Bors
 
"Ha! Ain't that the truth! Anyway, what was that about
naked women? That's far more interestin' than talkin'
about that ugly bastard!"


Quintus
 
"We were talkin' about the Woad girls- they too skinny,
or what? Scout?"


Tristan
 
"Aye, I don't mind skinny, but I mind Woads,"


Bors
 
"Yeah me too, mate. Me too," he chuckled, reining in his
gelding to ride beside Tristan. "I don't fink I've ever
actually seen you wiv a woman Tris. Always fort that
damn hawk was the only bird for you."


Brendyn had to let out a slight chuckle at the conversation,
but also observed how different the two Sarmatians were:
Tristan was soft spoken and, it seemed, sort of shy and
private about what he did in his spare time. Bors, on the
other had, just spoke his mind hiding nothing. Naked women?
Brendyn looked off at the scenery about him. Even though he
had not seen Veronica in what seemed like a long time, her
memory still lingered. Thoughts of that last night they had
spent together... the feel of her soft body on top of his...
the sweet passionate kisses... Then the next morning, she was
gone, sent back to Rome by her husband. It was the saddest day
of his life, and had left a gap in his heart that he found
hard to fill. Tatiana could not even take Veronica's place in
his heart, though the girl had tried. Possibly too hard, but
she had tried. Brendyn brought his thoughts back to the chatty
group. One could always learn about others just by listening
to them talk.... so far all he could see was that they liked
talking of naked women...

Titrus
 
"True that, mate," "about the woads at least. But me and
the captain prefer to have something substantial beneath
us." "You know what they say mate! Bone is for the dog.
Meat is for the man!"


At this, Brendyn had to laugh with the lieutenant and the
others. He never before had seen a group of soldiers with a
better sense of humor. At Aesica, the soldiers had a great
sense of humor, but it was not the same as here and now. These
men were fierce fighters, but they could still find time to
joke and laugh about life, and that was good... it was good
for one's spirit to laugh. Bors was especially funny... the
way he just spoke what was on his mind. The way he laughed was
from his soul and not forced: very mirthful and jovial. He had
heard from Antonius that the Sarmatians and the Romans never
got along well, but just watching this conversation and seeing
how very much alike the two factions were in this respect
dispelled the tales to the contrary. Talk about naked women
and that satisfied them both it seemed, or just to talk about
women in general seemed to break the ice a bit...

Brendyn just could not avoid Bors' mirthful laugh... but
Tristan obviously did not like the joke about the hawk.
Appearently, the bird meant a lot to the scout, and Brendyn
made a mental note of that for future reference.

Tristan
 
"I had a woman yesterday,"


Titrus
 
"Well woo, hoo, hooooooo!" "Was she skinny?" "Or did she
have ample cushion for the pushin'?"


That raised Brendyn's eyebrow in amusement dispelling his last
thought that the scout was, or seemed to be a private man, but
it also dispelled some of the earlier thoughts he had had
concerning Titrus as the man seemed to be able to dish out a
good tease as well as receive it. From observance only,
Brendyn also saw that the Lieutenant had a gentle heart when
one was needed as well as merciful, though he suspected that
in battle, the man was just the opposite...

Up ahead, Arthur and the Optio were still deep in conversation
until...

Arthur
 
“Tristan! Take us on to the campsite, if you will,”


Brendyn could feel Tyranus strain to break into a run as the
wide open fields seemed to make the animal want to do so, but
Brendyn kept a firm but gentle hand on the reins keeping the
horse under control. He relied on Tyranus as the scout would
be good at finding the campsite, but horses and other animals
could sense danger and other humans before anything else.
Brendyn reached down with one hand to make sure that his sword
was close in case he needed it...which he doubted, but one
could never tell...
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sat Nov 15, 2008 10:48 am
Jols


Riding Gypsi in the middle of the group, somewhere inbetween
Tristan, Brendyn, and Titrus Jols listened to the playful
banter that went on with the men around him.

Grinning at Bors' sly comment, the squire shook his head in
response, but laughed at it just the same. He glanced over at
Brendyn and decided to bring him into the conversation.

"What about you, Brendyn? What attracts you to a lady?" He
quietly asked the young soldier that he was honored to
consider a friend.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sat Nov 15, 2008 1:54 pm
Brendyn


Jols
 
"What about you, Brendyn? What attracts you to a lady?"


The sound of Jols' voice brought him once again out of his
thoughts. The laughter and the sharing of a good jest was
always welcomed, but he never thought that anyone would ask
him what attracted him to women. Brendyn looked over at the
Squire and smiled slightly, and immediately, his thoughts went
to his beloved Veronica. His eyes went from one man to the
next, then went back to Jols' kind face.

"Well, I have only been truly in love once, and she was every
thing I had ever dreamed of in a woman... She was intelligent,
fun to talk to, slender but not ungodly skinny... and she took
care of herself, " Brendyn stopped for a second and met the
Squire's eyes as he recalled Veronica in his mind. "She
believed in me, Jols, and she was loyal to me..." Brendyn
stopped and looked ahead at the scenery again, before looking
back at Jols, but also the rest of the men. Surely they had
something silly to add to all of that, though, to Brendyn, her
memory meant everything to him and had helped him survive many
a battle.

With a sigh, he asked, "And you, my friend, what attracts you
to women?"
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