Friday, February 22, 2008

TLT ~ Novel Discussion

Although I still feel a bit dispassionate with PH, my MoBster tendencies have kicked back in a little bit. I think we should start a discussion on the planning boards – mostly concerning where we’re at in the rebellion and where we’re going on from here. Members might be confused on what’s going on, especially since we had a chunk of our novel erased, which could be discouraging members such as myself (I know it’s sad but it’s the truth!). If we do go through with this, when should we start the discussion? What exactly should we discuss? I hate to admit this but even I am confused on what to do next particularly. Yes, I am aware that a rebellion meeting between the major organizers is needed but what else?

Monday, February 11, 2008

TLT Headcount Member Removal Message

Important; please read! Headcount Removal

Dear [insert name]

Since you did not reply to our recent headcount, you have been removed from the novel. However, those interested in rejoining after being removed will be on a temporary probation for one month to see how active and committed they will be. If there is any reason as to why any member could not reply to the headcount in time, he or she shall be considered individually. For example, if a member has limited computer access during the headcount, he or she will have to explain to the MoBs the exact reason(s) and the probation shall be shorted to two weeks instead.

TLT Headcount Message

Important; please read! TLT Headcount ~ [insert month & year]

Greetings Dear Members!

The time has come again for another headcount. All those interested in continuing being an active, contributing member of The Last Trojan, you have one month – [insert date] – to reply to this Headcount Thread. Any member that doesn’t reply on the linked thread will be removed. Those interested in rejoining after being removed will be on a temporary probation for one month to see how active and committed they will be. If there is any reason as to why any member could not reply to the headcount in time, he or she shall be considered individually. For example, if a member has limited computer access during the headcount, he or she will have to explain to the MoBs the exact reason(s) and the probation shall be shorted to two weeks instead.

Monday, January 28, 2008

TLT ~ Headcount Question

Should we redo the headcount? If so, then when? I still have everything saved from the last headcount; it’s just all the time and effort that needs to be put into sending the messages and removing members that don’t reply to it that needs to be done. I want to move forward once again and we can’t really do that without knowing who wants to be actively involved. Once that is cleared up, we can move onto the fun stuff, like passing out gems and such.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Of Bethlem and Charles Rutland~ Alice Post L'Affaire


Alice sat in front of the fire place poking the coals to keep the fire going. It had turned from summer to winter so fast. She wished it were still summer and not winter. Winter was her least favorite time of the year.

Since her nightmare, Alice had been very alert and on the brink of running away every five minutes. She was terribly afraid someone would find out that she had been in an insane asylum. If someone did find out, she would be no worst off then she had been in England and they could possibly throw her right back in Bethlem.

It wasn’t her fault she was thrown into Bethlem and stated insane. She sighed and poked the coals a little bit harder. Maybe she just needed to stop worrying about the whole thing. She was thousands of miles away from England. There where very few people who knew her in France. She knew Jasper had no idea that she had been in the asylum and the only person who did know was her mother. Her mother was going to be one of the last people to admit that Alice was in Bethlem.

She sighed and sank back on he heals watching the fire roar to life wishing all kinds of horrible things on Charles Manners 4th Duke of Rutland. If only she had known that refusing his marriage would cause her such grief. She shook her head. No one here in the courts of France knew who Charles was. So she was safe. At least she prayed silently that she was safe. She slowly stood up.

Even if someone did know of Charles, she doubted the Duke of Rutland would have mentioned that he threw someone into Bethlem. She slowly rubbed the side of her head. It wasn’t her fault she had visions of what her life would have been like with Charles. She wished she had never told him about the visions. Having visions was bad.

Alice slowly walked over to the window and watched the snow come down in huge flakes, spreading a blanket of white through out the world. For the second time she wondered what her mistress would think of her, if Lady Adelaide knew her past. Would her mistress send her back to Bethlem, or worst yet, would she throw her into an asylum in France? Could anywhere be worst the Bethlem had? She frowned.

Thinking was not a good past time for her these days. She needed to find some sort of hobby. Perhaps, she should take up painting. Lord knew there were plenty of painters and artist in France. Surely she could find someone to teach her.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

A strange night filled with confusing thoughts and tears (Kaif and Laila Post for KOC)


Laila was so lost in memories from the past that she did not see Kaif when he entered into his tent. Nor did she look up from the pendant she was tracing so softly with her fingers. She sat there on the mats like a silent, sad shadow. Her sadness was overwhelming the already darkening tent. Tears spilled silently from her cheeks and she hugged her knees a little tighter for the pain inside of her was growing so fierce she felt that she was going to die.

When her master entered, he first noticed that, despite a number of hours having passed since he had left, she was still seated in the same place, in nearly the same position. Outside, the sky was nearly dark, and Laila was motionless in the darker still interior. A little longer and she might have been sitting in complete darkness. Though the tent flaps had rustled behind him as he entered, she made no move to acknowledge his presence. Her eyes were fixed downwards, her hand making small, circular movements which Kaif could not quite understand in the darkness.

He stepped across the soft carpets strewn on the floor, reaching the small, flimsy table opposite his bed, upon which sat a lamp of burnished bronze. It was only when he lit it that the girl reacted.

As he turned around, he saw that her left fist was clenched tightly against the cushion, as though holding something which she did not want him to see. As her master, of course, it was well within his power to demand to see it. By all rights, he should have: it might have been a weapon which she had tucked into her skirt, or a vial of poison she intended to sneak into his cup. But he refrained, and wordlessly, sunk to the mat upon which his bed was made, almost mirroring her position.

Laila slowly lifted her eyes up towards her master’s and back down to her hand were she clutched the small pendant. She swallowed hard and blinked back the tears which fell so readily down her pale cheeks and slowly whipped them away. She softly tucked her feet under her as she watched her master like a hawk, ready to block any blow he might send her way.

It took some time for her eyes to adjust to the light, but once they did, she saw that Kaif sat on his bed mirroring her position. It was clear he had no intentions of hurting her at all. She gave him a small surprised and questioning look. Though, she hardly expected him to answer. She lowered her eyes once again as the tears came back to her eyes, making her vision blur and all thoughts of Kaif seemed to disappear as she again found herself lost in her memories, while she once again traced the pendant.

The brief look they had exchanged unsettled Kaif, as he watched her turn her attention to whatever it was in her hand. She had been expecting him to act more like he should be; like a man who had been on campaign and had not known a woman for months. She was, after all, his concubine, her sole purpose to please him. Kaif's eyes focused on the bedding, thinking how long it had been since it had covered more than one. With a mild unease, he realised that, aside from his narrow mat, there was nowhere for her to sleep. But she seemed comfortable enough in her corner, he thought sardonically, so really she could remain there if she wished. He had no reason to worry.

If he really thought about it, he could feel desire for her. But thoughts of her probable treachery prevented him from exercising his right to touch her. He did not trust himself sufficiently to say with any confidence that power over his desires would not translate to power over him.

“What do you have in your hand?” he asked flatly.

Laila jumped when Kaif finally spoke and stared up at him through her tears. She looked down at her pendant and back up at her master. Reluctantly she opened her small, frail hands holding out the only thing she had left of her old life. The only thing she had left of him. She desperately hoped Kaif wouldn’t take it from her or think that she had stolen it. The tears fell back down her cheeks as she laid the small beautiful sea stone in front of her, for Kaif to take if he desired.

She felt what little was left in her heart break slowly off in full expectations of the necklace being taken away. Of the memory she clung to being stolen away like everything else in her life had. She did not lift her eyes from her hands which felt so empty. Nor did she move from her position. She was a dying shadow on a wall and nothing more.

Leaning forward, Kaif looked at the curious object inquisitively. It looked to be a piece of jewelry, but like none he had ever seen. “What is it?” he asked his brow furrowing.

Laila slowly lifted her teary eyes up towards Kaif’s and stared at him. He wasn’t going to steal the pendant away from her, at least not yet. He wanted to know about the necklace instead? She gave Kaif the exact same curious look that he gave her pendant.

“A…A..Stone from…the sea…” Laila said through her tears as she lowered her eyes. “It was a gift.” She added the last bit just so he wouldn’t think she stole it, and she spoke so truthfully that it would be hard not to believe her.

It was only as her voice broke that Kaif realized she had been crying. He frowned. She did not need to tell him who gave the gift to her. It was plain enough to see, from the depth of her attachment to it, that it had been a gift from a lover. But Kaif could not comprehend why this irritated him. Why should it matter to him that his concubine’s heart belonged to another?

“Put it away,” he said tersely, surprised with his abruptness. He ran a hand through his curly hair, wishing he had been less snappish. “It would be a shame to lose it.”

Slowly, Laila took her necklace and tucked it back into her hand. She really had no where else to put it and then she stared softly at Kaif. She had fully expected him to take it away from her and was completely taken by surprise when he did not. She looked around the tent and then back at Kaif for a moment wondering what to do next.

She expected Kaif to want to take her into his bed as was his right. She was his concubine after all. Yet, this didn’t really seem to be happening and she was slightly confused by it. She had no idea what was expected of her. She was not used to being a concubine or a bed slave. She was used to being nothing more then a thing used when wanted and thrown away when not wanted. She slowly frowned down at her bare toes, feeling very confused and a little less frightened for some reason which confused her more.

He sensed her growing confusion at his behavior. Breathing deeply, he stood up, making his way towards the table. “I am afraid a bed has not been prepared for you,” he said, talking more into the lamp than anything. What was he saying? She was a slave, not a princess, for God’s sake…

She looked at him bewilderedly, seeming quite unsure how to respond. He traced the grain of the table with his forefinger. “I do not wish your discomfort.”

Laila stared silently at her master and then down at the cushions and back towards his bed. Then back towards the cushions she sat on. She was very comfortable in her little corner on these elegant cushions. In fact, she guessed she could even sleep were she was. She could not believe that her master did not want her to be uncomfortable. Turbert had wanted her to be uncomfortable. She looked up at Kaif.

“I can sleep here on the cushions if it pleases you sir.” She said for the first time saying something on her own accord wondering if perhaps she displeased him somehow and frowning just a little on the thought. It would not do for her to displease her master.

Kaif was not sure if this arrangement did please him. But he relented, feeling deeply tired for the first time that evening. “It is dark outside,” he observed, without actually being able to see the night sky. “I am very weary. Would you mind if I put the lamp out?”

Laila herself felt very tired and shook her head as she lay down on the cushions. She watched as her master turned out the lamp. Still very surprised that Kaif had not taken her to bed with him. After all, wasn’t that what a concubine was for? However, she also understood how tired he must be and was grateful for the fact that he did not want her in his bed. She herself was still very tired from her journey. She had not slept well in Saladin’s tent being to afraid of what Kaif was going to be like and what Saladin could do to her.

She did not understand why she felt tired enough to sleep tonight nor did she understand why she even dared to feel safe enough to sleep. She supposed she felt safe because Kaif had yet to harm her. Though that did not mean he would.

Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the tent she looked over at her master and yawned sleepily. For a moment she looked as if she was going to say something however she decided against it. She had already spoken once out of place and it would not do to repeat the offense.

Kaif, still standing by the table, watched the girl settle herself into her makeshift bed. Realizing he lingered unnecessarily, he returned to his own bed. It was not long before he drifted off into a regretful sleep.

Laila herself eventually drifted off to a sleep filled with nightmares and dreams of forgotten memories. Though she slept, through the night it was almost as if she did not sleep at all.

Stay With me~ Dont leave me ~ Laila Post KOC


Laila watched her new master leave the tent as she stayed huddled in the corner with her knees up and her chin to her knees. Her fair skin showed underneath her clothing and she winced uncomfortably. At least her new master had yet to hurt her. Tubert would have either raped her or harmed her in another way by now. Tubert also would not have left so fast. For a little while, Laila sat in the corner waiting for Lord Kaif to return even though he had said he would not return until night fall. When she realized he was not coming, she slowly stood up and wandered around the tent. As a child she had loved to explore new places and even has a young adult she had loved to explore. Tubert had taken away everything she had loved to do. Tubert had taken Laila’s very soul away and she half wondered if she would ever get it back again.

Wandering over to the mats, Laila sat back down. Once again she brought her knees up and aimlessly played with the trim on the bottom of her cloak. She didn’t have any other clothing to wear but what was given to her.

Standing in front of a waterfall in the rain, Laila held tightly onto her fiancé’s hands.. “ Stay with me.” She whispered as he traced her lips gently. “ Don’t leave me.” Her eyes were filled with tears she loved him so fiercely that it hurt. She had built her whole world around this man and had fallen madly in love with him. She looked deeply into his eyes. “ Please, don’t leave.”

“It’s only for the night Laila.” The man said softly his strong hands on her cheeks. “We wont be parted for more then two days.”

“But what if we never see each other again?” She asked uncertainly, leaning in closer to him.

“Laila, I am only going into Glastonbury, what can possibly happen that would separate us so severally?” The man asked gently as he brought her in closer to him, wrapping his big strong arms around her.

“I’ve had such horrible nightmares the past few days. Fire raining from the skies and such horrible screams. Please, don’t leave me. Dreams like that are never a good omen.” Laila said drawing closer into her fiancé’s arms.

“Sh… It will be alright. Dreams are only just that.” The man whispered softly brushing his hands through her hair. “I promise that we will be together again tomorrow night.” The man said as he gently let her go. “This was my mother’s. Keep it safe for when I return.” He whispered giving her a beautiful sea stone made of fine glass and crystals. Laila knew how much the item meant to her fiancé and she clutched it closely as she watched him go. Not wanting him to leave. She fell to her knees tears spilling from her eyes afraid of never seeing him again. Even though the promise of tomorrow was near.


Tiny tears spilled down her cheeks as Laila opened her hands and let the silver chain fall that held the sea stone pendant in her hand. Somehow she had kept it hidden from Turbert and Saladin. The slave traders even Kaif.

He was still out there, that much she was certain of. Though the hope that he would find her had vanished a long time ago, Laila clung to the memories she had of him. She silently traced she pendant as she had so many times since that night.

“Don’t leave me…” She whispered so softly tracing the stone. She could almost see his face and feel his strong arms around her. She could hear his gentle, warm voice. Her mind was so lost in a trance of long ago memories that she did not notice how much time had past. Nor noticed who came in and out of the tent. For a small amount of time, she was back at the waterfall in Glastonbury wishing for him to return.

( Written to Stay With Me by Danity Kane)