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December 2008
Topic Started: May 28 2010, 01:27 PM (2,127 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Unicorn
Date: Wed Dec 03, 2008 3:38 pm
Dagonet


Dagonet didn't hear any respons from Saoirse, but knew that
she understood what was he saying. They knew that they had to
go on.. that they could not give to sorrow and darkness.
Dagonet smiled a little still holding her.

"I'll be alright..." he whispered soothing her a little more.

They are again together. Their love was true.... He was alive.
He survived yet another mission. His son had not. But he was
still here. He should think about his life now and the life of
Saoirse and Linnette's and her child. He had to take care of
them. He still had something to live for. He hoped that this
was right. That this was what he should do.

A brief laugh from his lover brought another smile upon his
face. And once she moved a little and looked up at him,
Dagonet found himself forgeting about everything else. This
little smile from her was enough for him to get lost in her
still hurted and confused blue eyes. Just for a brief moment
he forgot what had happened and remembered himself that he had
somebody... that he had Saoirse and her love. He remembered
what it was to feel the closeness and warmth of the person he
loved, always has and always will be.

In that moment Sarmatian found himself finally alone with
Saoirse... free from anothers eyes.

Saoirse
 
"I never said it was a bad thing, did I?"


He just shook his head silently with a little smile and
allowed her to lead him into mens' room in the baths. A
darker, smaller, more private room.

Saoirse
 
"It's not quite how I envisioned undressin' ye once I
got ye on me own but ... it'll do.."


Dagonet slowly sat on the bench and let out a loud, exhausted
sigh. The walk tired him greatly. He smiled a little leaning
heavly on his elbows positioned on his knees, his head bowed.
He needed a little rest. But after a second of weakness
Sarmatian looked up at her and cleared his throat.

"We will have time for your vissions later..." he joked with a
smile upon his face.

He slowly took off his cloack and shirt with Saoirse great
help, his hands were not so strong as they were yet. He was
still weakened by the wounds and by curshing sorrow and laying
down in bed for so many hours.









Mirtha

Well... when had Mirtha done something like that?
Drunk with a somebody not in solitude. Probably a long time
before. He drunk much, but everytime alone. He didn't like
company for it. He was geting agresive while drinking too
much. It was his problem... He probably had some scars as a
result of this fact, but he didn't remember it quiete good.

Karl
 
"Who?Captain Barbattus? You shoulda just told the man
yer fucking name, stupid! Malcus isn't like most of
those uptight assholes. Like that fuckin' Scipio
character!"


Mirtha shook his head. Yhea right! Not an asshole... Maybe.
But it didn't change a fact that he threw Mirtha in to the
cell! He snorted at Karl's words and took a big sip from the
bottle.

"I'm not good at taking orders..." he laughed a little. "And
as for Scipio fucker... I know what you mean." he said
remembering the talk with the Optio who ordered him actually
to work harder. But in matter of fact he could not place the
man in his thinking. Maybe he was only doing his duty or
something. He didn't hear anybody complaining about him while
Arthur Castus was out of the fort. Optio was just optio doing
his job probably. Mirtha was not in the place to judge
anybody.

Karl
 
"Cap'n Barbattus shoot it to ya straight and if you don' t like it, he'll kick your ass. Just like he kicked yours today!"


At that Mirtha snorted again but a laugh came out also. Oh! He
got his ass kicked it was true! This captain was good at
fights! Mirtha wondered why the hell was he suppouse to work
in the stables. He looked at Karl briefly before looking
somewhere else.

"Why he has to work here? Do you know?" he asked curiously.
"Our team-work started on the wrong foot already!" he said
with a little smile.

Karl
 
"Don't get all mad though, mate, drink up!And after
we're done, maybe I'll go find me some pussy,"


Mirtha looked at Karl and frowned. Pussy... Gods! Mirtha had
enough problem cause of that. He shook his head slowly smile
disappearing and wondered how Ione was doing, but quickly
avoiding those thoughts. He promised himself to get away from
the problem. Not to hurt her further.

"Yhea... I'll probably have more work around... No pussies for
me now."
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Wed Dec 03, 2008 5:50 pm

Tatiana


Darya
 
“I haven’t been…on a hunt in a while though”, “But I
think it would be good for you to get out and around a
bit…”, “…to see more than just the stables. A little
hunt sounds like a plan…though maybe you should not go
alone. At least not as so long as the situation with the
Woads is not settled…”


"Yea, that sounds like a good idea especially with my going
with someone or even a couple of someones after all its better
to be safe than sorry in regards to the situation with the
woads around as we can't trust them at all." Tatiana agreed
with her friend's words completely.

Darya
 
“And it’s usually quite crowded in here, too…”, “…and
certainly not as nice and rather quiet as it is right
now when the men have one more found a reason to get
drunk. But that might as well just be my opinion…”,
“depends on whether or not you enjoy being among lots of
more or less sane people…”


Well, that's true. Some people can be quiet and sleepy when
they've had too much to drink..then there are those who like
to get rambunctious, rowdy and mean, like Mirtha, for
instance." Tatiana replied with a slight shake of her head
when she thought of the stablemaster then wishing that she
hadn't as it just conjured up bad memories that she didn't
want at the moment.

Looking around at the near empty tavern, the stable-girl found
that she could hear people's voices easier now that it was
sort of empty, just not their exact words or conversations.
Even Tristan's hawk liked the semi-quiet as it looked like the
bird had gone to sleep as the feathers had fluffed up slightly
and the eyes were closed.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Thu Dec 04, 2008 4:27 am
Galahad


Tayala
 
"This is what I'm talking about, sir Knight."


Ok, if it killed him he would have to put a stop to this 'sir
knight' business. Galahad looked exasperated as he peered at
Tayala - the blues of his eyes seemed dulled somehow, the
whites looked reddened - a lack of sleep and a thumping
hangover causing this, but even the muscles of his body seemed
lax. He looked defeated.

As Tayala approached him however, this all changed.

The knight tensed,watching her cautiously down the length of
his nose. She came up in front of him slowly and for a moment,
a silly, silly moment, the Sarmatian thought she was going to
seduce him. He remained very still, like a skittish horse,
eyes huge and bulging, watching this human cautiously. They
were in very close quarters now, both inside teh stall and the
horse leaning close to them too -

She was a kid! She was what, 12? 13? And she was trying to
seduce him?! Galahad thought to himself in a panic - but his
panic was ill-founded.

The girl... well, Galahad simply flinched when she touched him
first. He shifted to the side but her other tiny hand was on
the other side of him. He looked down at her small wrists and
flinched to the opposite side, trying to avoid her prying
fingers.

What was she doing?!

"Hey ... hey!" he uttered quietly at first, but then more
forcefully as he realised that telling her to stop would not
hurt her honour or her dignity since she wasn't trying to
seduce hiim at all. She was trying to tickle him. Galahad had
not wanted to hurt her feelings if she had been coming close
to try kiss him - but now that he realised she was mocking
him, teasing him and making a fool of him, he had no such
compunction in preserving her dignity.

"Hey stop that!" he snapped, lifting his two arms to ward off
her wandering fingers. She prodded at the wrong places,
recallign to his mind all the little aches and pains he had
accumulated between the fight against the Saxons and then the
fight against Kolya. The tiny throb of pain at his elbow
became an irritated inflammation and he grimaced, temper
simmering. He didn't want to hurt her for gods sake! She was a
kid!

Tayala
 
"She can look both pretty and horsey, you know? A horse
can be both, just like a Knight can be both a powerful
warrior and a friend. There's no need to choose, let her
be both..just like you can be, Galahad. No, not really
as all my chores are done and once that happens, the
remaining time is mine to do with as I please and I like
being around you."


Liked being around him?!

Galahad let out a wordless roar and grabbed the girl by the
arms - one at her wrist, the other above her elbow. He let out
an exasperated breath and looked at her darkly in the sudden
stillness that he had created by stopping her tickling.
Tickling!, GODS!

"What are you doing?!" he snapped at her, "What are you
thinking? You like being around me, girl? I've done nothing
but snipe and grump at you for all of the five minutes that
you've known me - how can you like being around me? And why
are you tickling me!?" he cried in exasperation at her,
releasing her arms abruptly and stalking away from her,
muttering to himself. He went out of the stall and started to
walk towards daylight, calling back over his shoulder at the
girl without looking at her -

"You don't know me, ok? So just ... leave me alone! Grow up!"
he snapped the last defensively and shrugged his shoulders.









Mari

Linnette
 
Probably harder than it seems, Do you think we should go
see if Dagonet and Saoirse are ready?”


She may have been soft at heart, but Mari knew when a
situation was changing right before her.

Youthful eyes watched as Linnette looked towards Drake as he
left the tavern. She turned to peer at him once herself then
looked back at Linnette whose eyes seemed rivetted to the
grizzly soldier. Mari bit the inside of her cheek and looked
down at her platter of food. She reached out and picked up
some more to eat, then sat nibbling it a while until Linnette
answered her. And it was a terse answer. Not rebuking and not
rude, but there seemed to be something gone out inside the
other woman when Mari looked up at her.

That sadness was back - except it was tinged with bitterness
too, or maybe not bitterness,maybe it was inevitable pain?

Mari flinched, wondering how she might turn the conversation
back to when Linnette had seemed happy. She had seemed happy
talking about the soldier and a sudden, silly thought occurred
to Mari - that Linnette would be sort of ideal for him. She
was responsible, strong and she was sure that she could cheer
him up.

It didn't seem right to suggest it though - with Linnette so
recently bereaved and since the woman had not pointed out
herself as a candidate for the matchmaking, Mari assumed there
was more than one reason for her not to end up with the
soldier.

Linnettes suggestion to find Dagonet and Saoirse was met with
a wide-eyed, apologetic stare. Mari glanced down at the table
of food and spoke before thinking -

"Well it's only been a ... well, the food would waste and...
but -" she paused and looked back into Linnette's shimmering
hazel eyes. Mari was too obediant, too shy, too eager to
please to say no to anyone's suggestions, no matter how
spontaneous they were.

A very sweet smile, sad and sympathetic, curled Mari's lips
and she nodded her head with a half shrug of one tiny
shoulder.

"Sure - if you think they've had enough time." she answered
loyally, willing to forsake this lovely meal and the equally
lovely drink if Linnette wished to go check on the duo who
could only be gone enough time to get to the baths and
undressed, possibly dipped into the water if they were
rushing. Mari reached for her cup of wine and took another
sip, a short one, then a longer one, licking her lips in
enjoyment of the liquid as she took a piece of chees from her
platter and popped it into her mouth, readying to leave if tha
was what Linnette wanted - but also wanting to sample the
goods that she had been given too!









Smith

Merlin
 
"They must not come near the village,"


Smith nodded.

That was something he had thought of back with Guinevere when
she had offered to take Arthur to Merlin - but it had not been
his place to question her in front of the enemy. So he had
presumed she knew what she was doing in sending him to find
her father and knew, in turn, that her father would order him
to stop them at the ford so that he could circle around and ...

Merlin
 
"Ride back to the ford, Smith. Stop them on the far side
of it. They must go no further. I will pass the word for
other scouts to concentrate there, and if they try to
force their way on, kill them. will take a few others,
circle around, and come to the ford by east path-
hopefully that will confuse them and they will not
realize what direction the village really is. Go,"


Merlin ordered him to do precisely what it was that he had
presumed he would do. Oh Smith was an ideal leader, he was the
perfect candidate. He had youth, over Merlin. He had charisma
and charm too, he had the prefect mind for strategy and
tactics but he had no ambition to lead the woads as Merlin
did. Smith took orders and he took them well - his unswerving
loyalty second only to his lack of ambition. He was turning to
launch into hsi saddle before Merlin ordered him to go.
Dark hair fell down over his eyes and he peered out frmo
behind the dark, stranded curtain to look at his leader.

Old he may be, but Merlin was still able - he was blessed by
the gods, touched by the gods, beloved of the gods. If the
gods knew how to love mortals that is... Smith gave a curt nod
of his head at each order - to the ford, stop them on the far
side, kill them if they pressed, the east path and confusion -
it was all already a plan in Smith's mind for it was what he
would have done if he were in charge. With a crooked smile to
the woad leader, Smith clucked his tongue and turned Scáth
from the hut. He pressed the horse hard immediaetly, squeezing
his thighs and digging his heels into the horse's belly,
urging the dark beast onwards at great speed.

The scouts in teh trees at the helm of the village gave a
sweet bird-whistle to mark his passing and Smith lifted one
hand, palm flat, fingers uncurled, in fairwell to them. He was
bent low over the saddle and his dark eyes were focussed dead
ahead. As he rode he knew that Merlin and teh others ran. They
took to the forest on foot and they would take an hour what
Smith could cover in less than half that time. His hair
whipped back from his face and raindrops falling from the
leaves on the trees splattered down against his sun-darkened
skin. The lines of blue that he had painted across his cheeks
and forehead for the battle were faded to mere dusty blobs
now. Moistened by the rain, blue streaks slid down the hollow
of his cheeks to his jaw and neck, disappearing beneath the
collar of his loose tunic.

He was closing in on the ford - he could hear the thunder of
the swollen river and slowed Scáth down. He knew that this was
where they would cross the river and he remained on the far
bank, breathing heavy, and his eyes and ears ever pricked to
pick out the noise of people approaching.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu Dec 04, 2008 8:32 am
Linnette


Mari
 
"Well it's only been a...well, the food would waste
and...but- sure- if you think they've had enough time."


Linnette was even then starting to stand up, leaning forward,
her hands on the table ready to push off- well, not hard in
the case of the bad left one- but the sight of Mari hurriedly
taking a last sip of wine, a last bite of cheese, made her
relent, and she wilted back down into her chair, leaning back
into it and crossing her arms forlornly over her chest and
stomach with a sigh. Mari was right- they hadn't given Dagonet
nearly enough time to take a bath, and besides, it was hardly
fair to drag Mari away from her food. The girl looked like she
was enjoying it immensely, and hadn't gotten to eat nearly as
much as she wanted.

"No...keep eating, Mari...I'm sorry," she shook her head and
gestured with one hand for Mari to go on, then tipped her head
back, raising her eyes to the ceiling with another sad,
restless sigh. There was dampness at the corners of her eyes,
and she dabbed it quickly away with the edge of one sleeve as
she sat forward again, hoping that Mari hadn't noticed. Though
that was probably futile. She just hoped that no one else
noticed, no one else at any of the other tables, or at the
bar.

"You're right, we haven't given them nearly enough time," she
added with an attempt at a self-deprecating laugh, even though
Mari had said nothing of the sort- she had implied it, or made
Linnette realize it, and that was the same thing. Linnette
propped her elbow on the table and rested her cheek on that
hand, while her bandaged left one poked listlessly at the
cheese on her plate- the picture of dejection.

"I just don't know what to do anymore," she added in a
near-whisper, dropping that hand limply into her lap. She
should eat, for the child's sake if not her own. Gedeon would
have wanted her to eat. Linnesse would want her to eat. Drake
would want her to eat- he had all but scooped the stew into
her yesterday when he had found out she had gone hungry all
day. Linnette glanced over her shoulder again, towards the
door where he had gone, with a faint upward twitch of her lips
as she remembered his concerned, disapproving face, watching
her critically as she made herself take the first bite. After
that, it had been easier.

"Did I tell you that I'm with child?" she asked Mari, looking
back to the girl and once again making an attempt on the bread
on her plate. She got it into her hand this time, but had no
desire to bring it to her lips Her question was not a ploy for
sympathy- nothing like that, though she was sure Mari would
give it. She just...wanted Mari to know the whole story, now
that she was so deeply involved in things.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Thu Dec 04, 2008 10:00 am
Saoirse


Dagonet
 
"I'll be alright..."


She had no doubt about it.

It was whether they would be alright. Saoirse had seen death
before - and had seen what it did to people, how it changed
them and how it changed their perceptions on things. This...
this thing that had happened would make him look back over
previous events and maybe view them with a much more critical
eye. And the red-head knew that, even without a critical eye,
that her actions in the past were erratic, selfish and
destructive. Would Dagonet see that then?

Would his forgiveness withstand the strain of the lurking
past?

When she sat him down on the bench he leaned forward, elbow on
his knees and looked down at the ground between his feet.
Saoirse smiled sadly and reached a hand out, touching the
bristly hair on the back of his head tenderly. She knew he was
tired but as a fighter herself for so long, she knew that the
only way he would get back into the kind of shape that would
ensure he survived the next battle, would be if he got on his
feet now, if he dealt with the pain and stiffness now.

Dagonet looked up at her and Saoirse lifted her eyebrows at
him expectantly.

Dagonet
 
"We will have time for your vissions later..."


The red head gave a short laugh of amusement and bit the edge
of her lips. She leaned forward and started to help him out of
his clothes, her blue eyes twinkling with obvious longing. The
cloak was dangled to the ground and the tunic followed it.
Saoirse got a look at the wounds he had sustained, the
blackened areas of his upper body that looked unnatural, the
swellings and abrasions that mystified her. When and how had
he got hit right under his arm in that tender area right
there?

The Irish woman allowed the Sarmatian a moment to gather his
strength once he had his upper body bare. She could not help
but reach out a hand and touch the bony top of his shoulder,
tenatively touching about the only place there didn't seem to
be somethign that looked painful. Her nose wrinkled and she
ran her palm flat against his shoulder and down his back as
she stepped forward, sighing.

"Abou' tha'..." she murmured, wincing. She wasn't entirely
sure he was in a fit state to be going back to his own
quarters, out from the watchful eyes of the healers - let
alone ... anything else. Saoirse pursed her lips and used her
hands to urge him to stand up. Once he was on his feet she put
her hands to the waistband of his trousers.

"Are ye sure tha' it's a good idea? Not tha' I don't want ye
t'come back t'yer own rooms but ..." the Irish woman
explained, allowing his pants to fall to the ground. She stood
back and undid the clasp of her own cloak, draping it onto the
bench as she spoke. She pulled her tunic loose from it's belt
about her waist and drpoped her own wide legged trousers to
the ground. She was not going to bathe herself but she wanted
to be able to dangle her legs in with Dagonet.

Soft blue eyes looked up into green and Saoirse gave a
half-hearted smile.

"I'll not argue if it's wha' ye really wanna do but ...
well..." her nose wrinkled and she huffed out a breath, "I
worry." she said finally, shrugging one shoulder at him as she
took his hand, intent on leading him to the bath herself.
"Can't help it."
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Thu Dec 04, 2008 12:10 pm
Arthur


Arthur had nearly…nearly… laughed aloud at Guinevere’s amusing
response, but the wry grin that dominated his expression was
enough to show the lady he appreciated her wit. Oh she would
have been a powerful ally had their circumstances been
different; had Arthur remained with his mother’s people and
not followed in his father’s footsteps….and there was
something in the way Guinevere continued her ministrations
with the hand that Arthur held firmly against her stomach…..

….but the calmness of the ride and the perhaps false sense of
comfort between them was suddenly shattered by a voice from
behind, a shrieking female that could only be one of the
Woads….

Rosita
 
”They’re attacking! Move and you die!”


Arthur’s expression instantly hardened back into the steely
mask he typically wore – that of Roman Commander and Seasoned
Warrior. He turned to look back over his shoulder; piercing
green eyes sought the source of this so-called attack until
another angry voice now shouted from the opposite direction at
the front of the line….

Nolan
 
”Guinevere! Get down! It’s a trap! I knew you weren’t to
be trusted.”


Arthur’s fervent gaze bore down on the male Woad as the man
dared threaten the Commander – fearless green eyes easily
cutting completely through the man despite the weapon in
Nolan’s hand. There was NO trap. And what was that coming from
the blue man’s mouth? A white substance? Was he rabid? But
Arthur’s attention was once again immediately drawn to the
rear at hearing one of his men shout out his name….

Brendyn
 
"COMMANDER!"


Arthur jerked at the reigns, effectively halting Casti and
urging the great white stallion ‘round. But instead of
reaching for Excalibur he could only grasp tighter at the
reigns – due to Guinevere’s precarious position in his lap,
Arthur could not draw his sword to defend either of them. His
eyes quickly flickered to Amadeus; silently indicating for the
Optio to protect the front of the line while the Commander
urged Casti on to the rear of the group. Guinevere shifted in
the saddle, but Arthur’s hand firmly held the woman flush
against his breastplate. He would not allow Guinevere to fall
while maneuvering his mount – nor was Arthur willing to
relinquish his only real leverage….if this was indeed an
attack.

Guinevere
 
“What is the meaning of this? You claim peace and then
your men attack? There will be no bloodshed here!”


The Commander’s gaze then found the source of the alarm - one
of his men had a Woad restrained on the ground; the young
man’s mount trailed riderless a short distance behind.

“Stand down!” Arthur’s voice roared with a tone that could
sheer hard leather, his grip tightened on both the reigns and
around Guinevere’s waist. “What is this?” He continued while
brining Casti to a halt in front of the soldier and his
presumed attacker. “Tristan…Bors…” Arthur called for both of
his knights as well, indicating to them to surround and
contain the trouble if need be.

“My men were not instructed to attack,” Arthur said through
gritted teeth and for Guinevere’s benefit, although his
piercing and assessing gaze remained fixed on the soldier and
his counterpart on the ground. What was happening here and
what had threatened their peace?
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Thu Dec 04, 2008 12:16 pm
Amadeus


This was entirely repulsive. Everything in his time in Rome
bid him to turn this mess around. Treating with the enemy?
Rome did not offer truce or treaty to the enemy! The enemy was
uncivilised, there could be no compromise with civility. So
they would make a traety, in Arthur's eyes, and then just
sometimes they would allow their women to battle, they would
create a pact and only on certain nights of the week would
they eat their childre. They would agree a truce and only a
thursday would they worship false gods!

It was not something that could be compromised on!

Amadeus watched with a wary grey eye as Arthur sat tight to
Guinevere on the horse. At least three times now he had
convinced himself to call the Commander on this intimacy,
thinking that this might be a test of some sort - but three
times he had baled on the idea. The whores threat that they
were outnumbered lingered in his mind and he had no wish to
return to Badon slumped across his saddle dead.

Rosita and Nolan
 
”They’re attacking! Move and you die!”

”Guinevere! Get down! It’s a trap! I knew you weren’t to be trusted.”


The Optio was startled by the accusation but he felt a surge
of primal masculinity at it too! yes! Yes this was more like
it ! They did not treat with the enemy - they attacked the
enemy, they overcame! Perhaps that was what Arthur had had in
mind all along. His lean body turned in the saddle to see a
woad with an arrow knocked, pointing it at one of their men.
His grey eyes darted forward to look at Arthur, for
confirmation but the man had not lifted a dagger to the whores
throat as the Optio would have expected if it were an attack.
Amadeus knew in that instant that this 'trap' was not a trap
at all.

Guinevere
 
“What is the meaning of this? You claim peace and then
your men attack? There will be no bloodshed here!”


Oh there was a certain satisfaction in this turn of events!
The Optio had been riding behind Arthur and so stood in
between the Commander and the skirmish. Amadeus pulled his
horse back adn out of the way of Arthur, bring his horse in on
the other side of Arthur, allowing the Commander full scope of
this fracas - but Amadeus watched the woad whore closely, not
his own men. He would not put it past her to take advantage of
this scenario and put a blade through Arthur's ribs. Not a
completely unfortunate event of course, but it would mean that
Amadeus would have to lead the men out of danger and back to
the fortress without Merlin or Guinevere catching them up...

Arthur met his eyes. Amadeus lifted his chin and frowned a
little - the Commander gave him a silent order to remain where
he was and then turned the horse around, walking back to
confront the men. As he rode past the Optio could not help the
corner of his mouth lifting in a cold sneer at the woad
'princess', grey eyes severe and unforgiving. He then lazily
glanced over hsi shoulder to the road ahead to ensure their
safety before looking back down to Arthur to see how he would
deal with this. Their voices were muted as the man had his
back to him - but Amadeus watched carefully regardless. Any
slip up, any let up at all and he would step in.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Thu Dec 04, 2008 2:59 pm
Dagonet


Dagonet hoped that in time he will heal eventually to the
state of not asking anybody for help. That he would be again
the same, strong and protective man as he was before. Right
now he was far from it, but there was this little hope. He
needed to hold his hope inside him and let it grow.
Untill it will happen he has to allow Saoirse and others to
help him. To assest him in simplest actions. Even undressing
came with some pain and winces.

His upper body was bruised heavly and every touch and movement
brought some of the pain back to him. His side ached
constantly. He got already used to it... which worried him
greatly. This shouldn't be happening so. On the other hand...
he was wounded twice in that area. And got stitched and
restitched couple of times.

Once he was out of his tunic Saoirse put a hand upon his
shoulder gently and stepped forward. Her eyes worried...

Saoirse
 
"Abou' tha'..."


Dagonet frowned as she started to talk. He had a sense about
what was she going to say. But he wasn't interupting her, just
watched her as he slowly arose to his feet...

Saoirse
 
"Are ye sure tha' it's a good idea? Not tha' I don't
want ye t'come back t'yer own rooms but ... "I'll not
argue if it's wha' ye really wanna do but ... well...I
worry. Can't help it."


As she started to speak Dagonet's eyes didn't left her face.
As she helped him to get off his trousers, his hands went to
her shoulders... a weak attempt of keeping balance.
He watched her as she removed her cloack and other things. As
she looked deep into his eyes Dagonet still remained silent.

He didn't want to go back to infirmary! He couldn't breath
there! Air was too thick.... It seemed he was hurted more
there. As she grasped his hand and started to lead him into
the bath, Dagonet sighed and closed briefly his eyes.

"I don't... want to get back there..." he murmured, it sounded
probably like a child talking to it's mother. His voice
unconvincing.... weak and silent.

He avoided her eyes as she helped him to get into the bath.

Water was warm... pleasent.

"I don't know, Saoirse..." he admitted. "I want to stay away
from others eyes for some time." his eyes went to her. He
couldn't even grieve properly with all of those people around
in the infirmary. "I want to have some peace.."

"But I still feel..." he winced at the mere thought that he
was going to say this. "... weak."
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Thu Dec 04, 2008 3:01 pm
Lancelot


Linnesse and Derfel
 
“Certainly- I’ll be in the infir...."

"I’ll be right there to do my duty….and I’ll see to it ye get that poultice meself, aye?”


Lancelot cocked an eyebrow; it unfortunately was the one over
the black eye, and he winced visibly. Cursing inwardly, he put
his hand on the latch. "I'll find you in the infirmary later,
lady," he said, pointedly ignoring Derfel's comment about
bringing the poultice to him himself. Not in a million years
would Lancelot accept help from this particular knight.

He huffed out a breath and nodded to Linnesse, his smile still
firmly in place, even though it was work to maintain it. He
clenched the fingers of his left hand - the badly healed ones
protested - and pushed out of the apartment.

He slammed the door a little louder than he should have, but
leaning against the wall of the building and closing his eyes
seemed to help calm his wild mood. That that man, of all
people, should have such a home, well.

It was tiny and hardly workable and drafty! Yes. Drafty. It
was also situated nicely to where the morning sun would hit it
and the whole area would be warm and cozy and shut the fuck
up, Lancelot.

He didn't want a home! He couldn't even fathom living with the
same woman forever. Lancelot hadn't even spent more than one
night with most of his partners - save one - and he wasn't
sure why in the Hell this was dragging at his thoughts.

Shaking his head where it lay against the rough brick and wood
of Derfel's home, Lancelot tried desperately to pay attention
the feel of the scratchy material against his hair, the
hardness of the building against his back - gods, what wasn't
sore on his body? - the wind that bit at his grubby face, the
sun that upon ocassion broke out and touched his skin with a
scant second of warmth.

Lancelot was not one for the 'spiritual' practices that some
of the knights enjoyed; even Tristan seemed to have a way of
disappearing inside himself when he was at practice or working
with his hawk. But he needed something; anything, to keep him
from exploding inside - especially when it was Derfel who'd
get to see it.

Everything in the First Knight's mind, every worry, every
stress, every little tiny bit of guilt was one giant tangle of
mess. He likened it to the way his bridles and tack looked
before he learned the proper care of them - and he needed a
way to sort things out for himself before Arthur came back.

Before Arthur came back and Lancelot and he had the argument
to end all arguments - because that was the only way Lancelot
saw things going -

or before Arthur did not come back and Lancelot had to a:
dispatch Merlin or die trying, or b: help raise the child
Darya now carried in her body and never be able to move on.

A small groan made its way out of his chapped lips, and he
banged his head against the brick wall one more time, enjoying
the gritty feel as his hands once again clenched into fists.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Thu Dec 04, 2008 7:45 pm
Rosita and Nolan


Rosita groaned as the Roman soldier moved to her side,
knocking the arrow to the side and pulling the bow from her
from behind. He had moved with swiftness and Rosita had let
him get to close to her. The Roman had her hand in a twisted,
precarious position at her side. Rosita didn't dare move that
arm, for fear of breaking it herself. Instead, the woad side
stepped, swung around with a closed fist and connected with
Brendyn's jaw. The woman wrenched her arm from his grasp and
crouched low to the ground, shifting her weight from one leg
to the other like a lioness. Rosita bared her teeth, ready to
strike Brendyn again when Artorius rode up to where the two
squared off, Guinevere still in his saddle.

Arthur
 
“Stand down!”


Rosita continued to shift from side to side, looking wildly at
Arthur, the young Roman and Guinevere.

"Princess!" she said, looking up at Guinevere, "he pulled out
a knife! We've been tricked!"

Arthur
 
“What is this? Tristan…Bors. My men were not instructed
to attack,”


"Then why did he pull out his knife?" Nolan growled at Arthur.

"We cannot trust them!" he woad said to Guinevere, his amber
eyes flashing with anger.

Nolan still held his dagger and was ready to attack if given
the order by Guinevere. He wanted nothing more than to kill
all of them and get on with burying their fallen brethren. Now
the poor souls still could not rest in peace and that
infuriorated Nolan more than anything.

Rosita side stepped again, closer to Nolan and picked up her
bow and arrow.

"What do we do, Guinevere?"









Malcus Barbattus

Malcus moaned with pleasure as Catherine scraped her nail
slowly and seductively down the captain's back. It intensified
his impending orgasm as he waited for her response.

Catherine
 
"Yes..."


The gentle tug of his earlobe, the warm wetness of her tongue
began to drive Malcus over the edge. He grabbed Catherine's
thin hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the bureau,
driving deep and hard into her.

Catherine
 
"Yes - please me. Yes!"


Catherine hooked her legs around Malcus and he let him self
go. He felt the mind-blowing orgasm begin his buttocks,
tightening them and locking his hips against Catherine's. His
cock stiffened and spewed its hot load into the woman beneath
him. Malcus threw his head back and stretched the chords in
his neck. He heard to the powerful thundering of his heart in
his ears as he crested, holding his breath. As the orgasm
subsided, he looked down at Catherine, who was coming down
from her own orgasm, and smiled at her. Then Malcus planted
the softest kiss on her lips.

Catherine
 
"The brute pleases the lady... whoever would have
thought that to be the end of the fairytale, hm?"


Malcus slowly withdrew his withered cock from Catherine and
blanched at the sudden blast of cold air on his soaking wet
manhood. The captain turned from the woman in search of a
cloth, totally unashamed of showing off his firm buttocks.

"Never the end, my dear lady," he said affectionately once
he'd located a clean cloth.

"Merely a short break until the next episode, I'd say," he
crossed the small room again with the cloth so that she may
clean herself.

Malcus grabbed Catherine's hand and kissed the back of it as
he passed over the cloth to her. "There is a bucket of water
there if you'd care to wash," he said.

Then the captain went to his bed and pulled out a small box.
He opened it and pulled out a rather large leather purse.
Malcus pulled out something and went back over to Catherine.

"Thank you, my lady, for making what I thought would be a
horrible afternoon, something quite pleasant. I have
considered the amount of time I've taken from you and I hope
this pleases you," he said as he handed quite the tidy sum
over her.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu Dec 04, 2008 8:16 pm
Brendyn


All he was aware of was the female woad he had restrained, and
the plight his beloved horse was in. Brendyn knew the longer
Tyranus stayed like that, the more he'd be in pain. The Breton
could see some movement out of the corner of his eye, and he
heard Guinevere and Arthur speak though he was not looking in
their direction just now. In some part of his mind, he hoped
that Titrus, Tristan, and Quintus, as well as Bors, who seemed
to have had a lot to say earlier, would have seen what
happened and would tell what they had seen....

Guinevere
 
“What is the meaning of this? You claim peace and then
your men attack?” “There will be no bloodshed here!”


Arthur
 
“Stand down!” “What is this?” “Tristan…Bors…” “My men
were not instructed to attack,”


He heard the female in his grasp moan, and he thought he had
had her in his grasp good and firm, but as he raised his eyes
to meet Guinevere and Arthur's, he felt her move, then left a
good strong fist hit his jaw, and as she did so, wrenched her
arm from his grasp. DAMN IT ALL! Brendyn felt his temper
flair, but with the Commander and the woad princess looking
down at him, he dared not throw the next punch. The young
soldier would worry about the pain in his jaw later. It was
all he could do not to take that woman's hair and yank her
head up to give her a few good smacks on the side of her
pretty face. Arthur had given him the word to "stand down",
and he was duty bound to obey. The female dropped to the
ground shifting like some wild animal, barring her teeth,
ready to strike again. All Brendyn could think of was defense,
and he knew some moves that would kill her if he used them, so
he thought rapidly through the ones that were effective.
Brendyn gauged the proximity of the woads to Arthur and the
rest, and he'd protect them as Malcus ordered.

Rosita
 
"Princess!" "he pulled out a knife! We've been tricked!"


Nolan
 
"Then why did he pull out his knife?" "We cannot trust
them!"


Brendyn looked to the two accusers then back to the other men
and Arthur as well as Guinevere. He had had enough of this
foolishness and his jaw hurt like hell! The situation had
become percarious as the angry male woad was holding his
dagger and the female woad had picked up her bow and arrow. He
felt he had to speak, before things got too carried away. The
Breton looked at the ground and saw where he had laid his
dagger down in a peaceful like manner, and he had protected
himself from death, but a woad striking him?

Rosita
 
"What do we do, Guinevere?"


Do? Do? Brendyn raised his eyes to Arthur and Guinevere , then
back to the woad he had restrained. Arthur was right: He had
instructed his men not to attack, and Brendyn had followed
that Command to the letter. Brendyn could feel his face swell
a bit and stung like a hornet. No doubt it'd be black and blue
a bit later. His eyes narrowed at the woad crouched on the
ground then to

Until now when this woad woman he was restraining had decided
that he had tried to start an attack by trying to remove a
stone from his horse's hoof, and had pointed her little arrow
at him?

How very strange!

Brendyn would have looked down at the ground in shame had it
been an unwarranted attack, but all he had done was gone to
take a stone out of his horse's hoof. He had done nothing
wrong. He adjusted his armor and made himself look at least
slightly presentable considering that now he had mud on his
breeches and boots as well as muddy blotches on his red cloak.
What a sight he must have looked! Steadily, Brendyn rested his
gaze on Guinevere and Arthur as well as the Optio, and said in
a steady but slightly tense voice, "Sir. My Lady. I made no
move to do anyone harm." He gestured worriedly to the black
horse, then continued, "Tyranus had a good sized stone caught
in his hoof, and it caused him to stumble a bit. I dismounted,
and drew my dagger so as to remove the stone when this lady
informed me not to move or I'd die." He looked at Arthur, "I
had to defend myself, and disarm her so that she'd not harm me
nor my horse... nor anyone near by." He was more concerned
about his horse right now than even the look of his jaw...

Tyranus shook as if in pain, his left leg slightly bent to
prevent any weight from being placed on it. The horse had
bravely taken a few steps to stand next to his master, his
nose going down to his injured leg as if to inspect it, then
nudged Brendyn. The soldier reached out and took the reins and
brought them over the horse's head, then turned to Guinevere,
then Arthur, "I need to get the stone out, and make sure he
has no other hoof, or leg damage." Brendyn looked then to his
fellow soldiers hoping one of them would tell what they
saw....
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Author: Darya
Date: Fri Dec 05, 2008 6:00 am
Darya


Darya silently watched Tatiana watching other people for a
moment. It seemed the other woman did not only agree to the
Sarmatian’s advice to not go out hunting alone while the
situation with the Woads was still critical…but also seemed to
ponder her words concerning the tavern. Yes, it was by far the
most popular place of the Fortress and usually also the most
crowded one. And that was certainly not everyone’s taste.
Certainly not Darya’s. She felt uncomfortable in large
crowds…unless it was a group of her kin. Thus she was pretty
glad that the tavern was rather quiet right now. But then…it
was late afternoon… Evenings and nights were worse.

Tatiana
 
"Well, that's true. Some people can be quiet and sleepy
when they've had too much to drink..then there are those
who like to get rambunctious, rowdy and mean, like
Mirtha, for instance."


Again Tatiana mentioned Mirtha…and not in a positive way.
Darya arched an eyebrow at the girl and tilted her head a
little. “If you don’t mind my asking, Tatiana…”, the female
Sarmatian then asked, “…have you made any bad experiences with
the stable-master? It seems you don’t have a very high opinion
of him…” A corner of the dark-haired’s mouth twitched
slightly. She did not want to offend Tatiana…or make her feel
bad. It was just curiosity and concern that had made her ask
this. If Mirtha was mistreating or rude to people on a regular
basis, something should be done here… And what if he acted the
same among the horses? But then again Darya herself had not
seen anything wrong in the man’s behavior in the few
encounters she had had with him so far.

However, if Tatiana had problems with Mirtha or whomever and
was willing to talk about it, then Darya would do what she
could to help. It was her job after all. And it would distract
her from all the things that were keeping her mind busy…
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Fri Dec 05, 2008 7:28 am
Karl


Karl leaned back against the stable wall and closed his eyes.
The room started spinning so he quickly opened him again.
Whatever stash Mirtha had pulled out was some good shit and
Karl was feeling quite toasty warm from its effects. The tall
Roman stretched his legs out in front of him and scratched the
side of his scraggly beard. Damn shame really, he'd get his
ass chewed off if an officer saw him with his face in that
condition. Karl scoffed at the idea and took another drink
from the near-empty bottle, passing it back to Mirtha who
looked like he wasn't feeling any pain either. The stable
master wasn't such a bad guy, the bastard! If Karl wanted or
needed any friends, he figured Mirtha might make the list. But
who needed friends? Fuck 'em! Karl chuckled at the thought.

Mirtha
 
"I'm not good at taking orders...And as for Scipio
fucker... I know what you mean."


Karl nodded his head. It's not that the blond had anything
against Scipio personally. No, not all - Karl hated all
authority. Of course he was respectful to Arthur and Malcus
but anyone else got whatever mood he was in that day. So far
Scipion hadn't done anything to get on Karl's bad side, which
didn't take much, so Karl didn't see any reason to detest the
man. Not yet at least.

Mirtha
 
"Why he has to work here? Do you know? Our team-work
started on the wrong foot already!"


Karl laughed aloud, thinking about how the captain handled his
business with the stable master. Karl had to admit that
Barbattus was one tough bastard! Karl stood up and raised his
arms high above his head, stretching his long legs. He quickly
lowered his arms however as the room spun out of control once
again and the Roman wobbled a step to one side.

"Whoa!" Karl giggled as he regained his footing. "Well, off to
find something to sink this into," he said, grabbing at his
crotch. "Thanks for the spirits," he mumbled as he dropped the
empty bottle down next to Mirtha. "I'll see ya later,"

Mirtha
 
"Yhea... I'll probably have more work around... No
pussies for me now."


Karl shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He didn't care
whether Mirtha got laid or not.

"Your loss, mate. While I'm coming, you'll be going," Karl
cackled at his own lame humor then turned and stumbled out of
the stable into the cold afternoon air.
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Author: TwistOfShadows
Date: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:41 am
Guinevere


Peace was fragile. Rome and Briton fought for supremecy over
this fertile land, and much blood stained the earth. Britons
had been massacred, and Roman soldiers cut down. It was the
way of war, the way of patriotism. Guinevere of Briton would
die for Briton, and this made her a dangerous enemy. She was
furtive, passionate and intelligent. She also understood
certain Roman characterisatics that aided her in this
negotiation. The Woad princess trusted Arthur to keep his
word, and did not expect an attack of any sort. As the hard
winds rushed through the trees around them, a skirmish had
broken out between both their men. It appeared small, but
irritating enough to force Guinevere to speak. She had no
patience for disobedience, and she was no fool. The woman
would never have mounted Casti unless she believed it was for
a good cause, a trusted treaty. Had Arthur played false? Had
he sought her trust and then dashed it against the rocks?
Guinevere felt Arthur’s hand tighten on her stomach, and she
sat up straighter, alert in the saddle. Her dark eyes averted
to Rosita, Brendyn and Nolan...and they were ablaze with
vehement frustration.

Arthur
 
Stand down! Tristan…Bors…My men were not instructed to
attack,”


Guinevere’s lips drew into a thin line, and she breathed a low
growl of impatience. The Woad felt Casti turn beneath her,
felt the powerful tension of the horse’s flank against her
leg, and she tightened her grip on Arthur’s hand. The Optio
moved between them, and indeed, there was too much movement.
Guinevere was not entirely in control of the situation, the
insubordinate, and it galled her. Her dark hair tussled
prettily against her face, but she appeared annoyed,
frustrated, impatient. As the Optio rode past, he looked at
her...and it was not an agreeable glance. The Roman sneered at
her, and Guinevere looked impassive. Unaffected. Her black
eyes turned away from him, and back to the smirmish ahead. Not
instructed to attack? Then what? What was the reason for this
foolish interruption? Rosita moved again, knocking Brendyn
backwards, and Guinevere’s anger increased. She had ordered
them to stand down, and Rosita had felt the need to attack
again?

Rosita
 
”Princess! He pulled a knife! We’ve been tricked!”


Nolan
 
”The why did he pull his knife? We cannot trust them!”


Rosita
 
”What do we do Guinevere?”


Brendyn
 
"Sir. My Lady. I made no move to do anyone harm. Tyranus
had a good sized stone caught in his hoof, and it caused
him to stumble a bit. I dismounted, and drew my dagger
so as to remove the stone when this lady informed me not
to move or I'd die.I had to defend myself, and disarm
her so that she'd not harm me nor my horse... nor anyone
near by. I need to get the stone out, and make sure he
has no other hoof, or leg damage."


Guinevere’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she looked at
Arthur. Her small brow was furrowed, and her top lip curled
back in distaste. This whole situation was ridiculous, and
both sides were to blame. Arthur’s man for viewing it
appropriate to pick his horse’s hoof in the very middle of a
bloody negotiation! And Rosita for jumping to conclusions and
attacking on an already-fragile-peace. The Woad princess
looked at Brendyn and did not speak, not immediately. He was
not her man, but he was an idiot!!

“I am no Lady.” She snapped. Her chin lifted defiantly, and
she turned to Arthur. Guinevere’s voice was hard and cold, and
each word breathed a soft fog from her lips. “Your man has
discovered a stone in his horse’s hoof, and sees fit to remove
whilst negotiating with the enemy. He has not noticed that we
are negotiating a fragile peace, and that he’s within inches
of having his throat cut! Your man is an idiot!” She raised
her voice, and looked at Nolan and Rosita. “And you will do
nothing. Stand down. This is no trap.”

Guinevere of Briton stared at Nolan, and her eyes accepted no
argument. This was no trap. Arthur was more clever than this,
and he would not toy with negotiation. He had honour and a
desire to save people’s lives...not throw them to the
slaughter and deceive all. The woman moved her palm from
Arthur’s hand, and pulled her hair back from her face. She
spoke to Arthur again, her voice still hard from rebuke. “You
should have come alone.”
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Fri Dec 05, 2008 11:58 am
Tayala and Gawain


Galahad
 
"What are you doing?!", "What are you thinking? You like
being around me, girl? I've done nothing but snipe and
grump at you for all of the five minutes that you've
known me - how can you like being around me? And why are
you tickling me!?" "You don't know me, ok? So just ...
leave me alone! Grow up!"


Watching him leave, Tayala spoke at his retreating back for a
final time. "I was just trying to cheer you up, Galahad, as
you seemed to need it and a friend to talk to as well. Usually
my plans work, but better luck next time, I suppose. If its ok
and even if its not, I think I'll be a little kid instead of a
grown-up as they don't seem to know just what fun or friends
are. Fine, you want to be left alone..you've got your wish."

Then swallowing the lump in her throat and blinking her eyes a
few times before turning back to his mare, Tayala began to
gently undo the intricate braid work in her mane as gently as
possible as the gray horse wasn't to blame like she wasn't in
this situation. Heedless of the hurt tears that slowly began
to blur her vision and trail down her little cheeks.

Gawain was walking back down the stall after he'd watched Eyla
leave and walk away from him. Deciding that he'd left his
little brother alone long enough, he was stunned to see the
little stable-girl carefully undoing a very pretty braid in
Galahad's horse, but no Galahad around pausing every so often
to wipe away tears so that she could see clearly.

"Hey..hey...what's with all the tears, Taya, huh?" Gawain
asked softly using his pet name for her as she'd met the fair
skinned, long blond haired Knight once and managed to surprise
helpless laughter out of him at her trick. Since that day,
he'd thought of her as his own little stable helper and had
bestowed his nickname of 'Taya' on her.

When she heard his soft voice, she turned and wrapped her arms
around him, leaving the mane all kinked and wavy where it had
been braided. "Shh..shh.." He said in a soft, quiet, calming
voice as he gently walked them both over to a bale of hay and sat her
down in his lap.

"Why are you crying, love? Tell me what happened and where's
Galahad?" Gawain asked after gently wiping her tears away with
his fingers, then running his hand down her back in a
caressing manner to help her calm down.

In slow but hiccuping breaths, she told him the whole story
including her little plan to make Galahad laugh. While she
spoke, he stayed quiet except for the little calming noises
that he made when she needed it. Gawain did laugh softly when
she got to the part about her little plan to try and cheer him
up

"Aww..you poor little thing, if I'd been here I could've
helped you out with him. He's going through a rough patch
right now, himself and prolly misinterpreted your plan, Taya.
That's all, but why don't you give him some space for now and
try to make friends with him at a later time, ok?" Gawain said
gently as he shifted her positions so that her head rested on
his large shoulder and her booted feet hung over his upper
thigh. "Ok..Gawain..I will." She mumbled softly in reply.

Worn out from her tears and comforted from as well as
comfortable on Gawain's lap, the little girl felt her eyes
grow heavy and close as sleep claimed her. Hearing her
breathing settle then deepen, he knew that she'd fallen
asleep. That's it, little one, just sleep and dream
He thought raising his head slightly to place a soft
cherishing kiss on her forehead with his lips before wrapping
his arms tighter around his treasure to keep her from falling
off his lap in case she shifted in her sleep.
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