Recruit Trainining with Colonel Mord Cabro



  • A fresh face shows up fro trainning with the militia the following morning. Derin Blackmoor is handed over to the tender care of his fellow trainees and guardsman, May his god have mercy on his soul.

    ((New player. I liked his RP and informed him of the rules and need to get ourt and learn before he can become a full guard))



  • Mord listens from the doo and slips away quietly a thin smile on his lips



  • Dwalin found the others recruits in Militia Barracs and told them about the trainment with Lieutennant Cyrian.
    It was a very good trainment, buta very hard, cos we needed tae suvive one entire day in tee woods wit no supplies or resting, and wit gobs soldiers and casters around us. Lieutennant shown mae whaa ta do, i learned a lot about tatics, fighinting and survival tecniques.
    He said next trainment will be harde, maybe 2 or 3 days in ta woods…



  • Lieutennant Cyrian took recruit Dwalin out into the west rawlins to train him on how to deal with goblins for long periods, as well as on goblin tactics. kelinar acompanied them. It seems that Cyrians training was rather harsh, forcing the recruit to survive on goblin healing alone, not allowing any rests throughout the excersise which lasted about a day and a half. Both the recruit and Kelinar when finally allowed to return to town were in fairly rough condition, Cyrian was in pretty tough shape himself.



  • ((The DM's will get to forum access when they can for the full members of the guard, as Farly is now. Please check into the Narfell Wiki and you can see the current makeup of the Norwick Militia, Scouts and government.

    http://wiki.narfell-nwn.com/The_Realm_of_Norwick

    Hopefully this link will get you there if you have not been. Cut and paste it in if you have too. Never done this so hopefully it iwll work.))

    Reports may be PM'd to me or to another upper member fo the militia to get added to their reports.

    As always, thank you for the interest and participatioon

    Darkspyr))


  • Council of Moradin

    ((I am unable to view the Militia forums as well, though I have been told that Farly has passed his training now. I had sent my reports to Dwin and he reposted them for me I think.))



  • OCC: Is here where i can report whats happen in Norwick? Darkspyr told me he would add me in militia foruns, i dont know if i'm already added.



  • Dwalin was little nervous when Devlin talked about fight against casters. He listened carefully the guardsman instructions and nods to him
    "Aye, i really needa trainment ta fight against dat kin o enemies, day use trickery, nae fair battle…" Mutters in dwarf



  • (Sorry chap, not that I'm unavailable on weekdays but the timezones make it very difficult. I'm GMT +8, so I doubt I'll be able to catch you guys on that.)



  • Devlin nods to Mord, and he then dismisses the group.

    "Alright ye lot, I'll let you all take a break until tomorrow evening. Show up to muster with Colonel Mord, and do your regular training with him. After you're all done, rest up, because I'm going to show you how to deal with some casters. Now, keep in mind here… These casters are very dangerous. They can cast fireballs, make crushing ice fall from the sky, make black tentacles grow out th' ground that will lacerate you, all sorts of things. Tomorrow I'll show you how to avoid some of these things, and take out a caster quickly and efficiently. Dismissed."

    ((We will do this in game, as I feel battle is a lot better played in real time.))



  • With Devlin taking over training of recruits, Belin has been less involved.



  • ((OOC. We currently have a number of recruits in trainning and I want to move on getting them in. I think most have their CT, one prerequisite, and all I need are some positive reports from the current members of the militia, or scouts. All have been giving feedback in this thread, which is one of my personal prerequisites. Hard to be part of a diverse team along all time zones if you do not post in the forums.

    Keep it up everyone, we are building the future of Norwick here.

    Thanks
    Darkspyr)))



  • Dwalin is present in town when Mord asks Lieutenant Cyrian to take the recruits for some intense trainning in Rawlinswood. A guard asks Guardsman Devlin to report to Mord as soon as possible, sying that "The Colonel had a twisted little smile on his face, ye best not keep im waitin."

    ((Devlin, Sending you a PM)



  • Dwalin nodded to Mord before he had gone and them looked to Devlin.
    "Aye, organization very important. Werkin tageder and wit a plan in our mind we coulda defeat stronger enemies"
    With a smile in his face, Dwalin nods to the other recruits



  • Mord smiles thinly at the group then nods to Devlin Carry on Guardsman. he looks over the others one last time then heads back north.



  • Ivor grunts in response to Devlin's lecture, having an arrow ready between his fingertips. He passes the arrow to his bow hand, reaches for the flask at his belt, unstoppering it with his thumb and taking a drink from it. He listens idly, waiting to see what they'll do next.



  • Alfonso, only slightly weary, wipes sweat off his brow and lifts his sword in the air, flicking it with a flourish and sheathing it. He nods to his companions, grimacing, then, eyes turned to Devlin, he calls out in a hoarse voice, "Ay, sir! Organization."



  • ((To speed this along a bit))

    The group of Goblins seemed to be barely a match for the group of several, and at that time, battle didn't even seem like the point of the session. Two goblins left battered flee into the woods, probably to suffer a fate of bleeding to death in the dropped foliage. Devlin waves them all in…

    "Now as you can see, that was a rather easy task. The just of you were not injured too badly... but I want you to know that the point of this session was not to test your capabilities in battle, but rather --how you execute them. Battle is not always in the body, it is in the mind... and the heart. It is strategy and intuition.... I'm sure you all know what I mean. You get that feeling everytime your heart drops into your guts."

    He looks over his shoulder to Mord a moment then glaces back and smiles.

    "The purpose of this training session was to evaluate your decision making abilities in battle. Think about this if you will...... A mouse once crawled along the ground... squeaking, and attracting attention. This little mouse wandered into Giant territory.... but the Giants were enfuriated that the little mouse wandered into their territory so carelessly. The Giants began stomping at the ground to kill the little mouse. So how did the mouse survive?

    He looks around at the group with a smile.

    "It crawled into a large hole."

    He watches the group steadily, to see if any of them got the analogy.

    "The point is, to make use of your resources. And by use, I mean good use. Use only what you need, and keep communication amongst yourselves so none of you are left hanging in the balance. You all want to have an advantage over your opponent right? Yes? Well, the biggest advantage you can have is organization."

    Devlin looks back to Mord, with an idle look in his eyes.



  • Tyler take the libraty of standing behind the "big boys" while they are up front fighting and just decides to heal not interfearing with farlys axe, thats a smart move he thinks to himself and continues to buff and heal



  • /*
    OOC: Yep, apologies for holding this up so long, just as I said, lotta school to be catching up on 😉
    */

    Ivor lets loose a well placed arrow now and again when "Crapstick" is called… not at a fevered pace, but only a decent and almost leisurely pace, taking more time on his shots, one arrow stabbing into the left thigh of a goblin, another hitting it straight on in the chest, and even another glancing off a shield of a different goblin and into the thick treeline. Ivor takes more care to note his surroundings for the group, peering around and listening between shots, looking back as Mord approaches and makes Devlin jump, smiling just a tad wryly to himself as he knocks another arrow to be loosed, noting the numbers...

    /*
    OOC: How many are left now, Skeet? 😛
    */