Recruit Trainining with Colonel Mord Cabro
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Lady Harmony could be seen, speaking informing Dwin right immediately he had made the announcement, much to his displeasure of course. In her usual manner of humbleness, she bows deeply and began to speak in her soft melodic tone.
"Believe I do, there has been some augmentations made Commander, of thine's role. Propose and urge strongly thy will, that thee may wish speak further to the Chancellor of my role in the militia during certain period of time, where thee is not even available at all.
Chancellor be in his office as we speak, mayhaps now may be the best time, to overcome differences or rifts between us though discussions."
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In what appears to be a task set for him by the Chancellor's new secretary, Ezachiel has been spending a lot of time guarding the empty Boarshead, walking rounds around it or just sitting on the ground in front of it, reading, while his panther does some rounds.
Albeit a bit late, when Dwin hears that orders are assigned by non-Militia he instructs ALL of his Militia members to report any such violations to him immediately in the future.
"No one is to give or receive any orders unless ya work for me, got it?"
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A messenger delivers a note to Sergeant Mord, stating that Trainee Ezachiel is unable to continue training, due to him being pressed into service as a Gypsy Guard for accidentally getting four of them killed.
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In what appears to be a task set for him by the Chancellor's new secretary, Ezachiel has been spending a lot of time guarding the empty Boarshead, walking rounds around it or just sitting on the ground in front of it, reading, while his panther does some rounds.
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((I will not be online from the 28th to July 7th. the rcruits go through their regular trainning regimen. If Dwinn or the Chancellor want to throw something special their way have at em. I may be on tonight but after that I am off to visit family. Have fun all . Darkspyr))
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Mord purses his lips as he watches Ezachiel and when the trainee aproaches him he slowly thins his lips into a nonexistant smile. He glances at the sun then at the tainees and raises an eyebrow and speaks quietly Tis a long run ta the north wall tainee….best not keep the sargeant waitin. As the trainee runs off Mord turns back to the trainning yard and looks at the dummies quirking and odd little smile tis a start at least. Then he turns back to the pile of reports with a sigh
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Holding the items in his hands for a couple of moments, Ezachiel begins to smile, then drops them on the ground and goes looking for a nice big flat stone to dig with. Before highsun, the task is done, and Ezachiel approaches Mord again.
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Mord does his normal morning inspection of the guards and new trainees. He checks over their armor and equipment, frowning now and then and finally moves and speaks quietly to the sargeant. The guards are dismissed and all that remain are the trainees. As they set out for the north wall The sargeant barks at Ezachiel who peels off. The Sargeant glowers at him a moment then hands him a spoon, three spear heads and a copper ingot. He points to the corner where the new melee dummies lie and barks to have them dug and planted afore the sun hits its high. He is then to report to the north wall on the double. As the sargeant trots off he can be heard shouting back "Nay magic trainee er twill have yer head on a platter".
Mord can be seen observing quietly from the barracks as he works on reports.
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It would appear that Ezachiel has started doing some extra training. When not on duty, he sometimes walks up to the gate on Sam's visible, then dissapears into thin air, only to appear again on the same spot hours later, looking exhausted, as if he ran up and down the Nars pass a couple of times.
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_The group fighting seems to be to Wren's liking… when the inevitable bands of hobgoblins are encountered, she takes lethal advantage of their attention momentarily going to another trainee. Unlike most dwarves, she favors a blade instead of an axe; a long, curved Sembian saber suited for either powerful slashing attacks or precise stabs. Her fighting style makes the most of this, aiming for knees, elbows, and groins.
When the hobgoblins do get in hits on trainees, she proves extremely adept at first aid, as well.
Her archery, on the other hand, fails to impress... although the arrow does at least go in roughly the right direction._
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When handed the crossbow, Ezachiel politely returns it, pointing out that he is well-equipped already. He quickly goes to get his staff, which a connoiseur might recognize as being Redwood, and which appears to be almost…alive? He also brings along his own heavy crossbow, as well as some quivers of mean-looking bolts.
During the trip north, he usually hangs back a bit, taking quite accurate pot-shots at the hobgoblins, but when the other recruits appear to be in trouble, he switches to his staff, and puts the smack down on the hobgoblins, accurately striking at the spots where it can be used to best effect (the effect being broken spines and arms, shattered knees, fractured skulls...)
He appears to be quite resilient to punishment, and even though he does not wear any armour, he doesn't appear to be too troubled by the wounds he receives from the attacks he could not dodge.
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Mord nods as he watches Eza working along with the others. He assigns more practice with the crossbow and allows the trainee a melee weapon of choice after working for hours swinging different ones at practice dummies and trainers
In the morning the trainees are once again chivied out of bed before the sun rises and into their armor. They are issued weapons and full packs and head north again as the sun rises. Once at the north gates they are broken into teams of three and with a sargeant overlooking the groups they head north on the road to clear anything menacing on the way to Peltarch. Eza is issued a crossbow and Wren her melee weapons and given short instructions on group fighting, tactics, cover and support. Then all head off
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Even when the group of recruits faces something nasty, it doesn't really appear to faze Ezachiel that much…which is understandable, if some of the things people say about him are correct. Even though he is not allowed to use magic, he does his best to help the others with what meager physical force he has.
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_Returning at dawn, several of the recruits bear a distinctly uneasy look. Wren seems to relax very slightly as the gates slam shut behind them… not by much though.
It seems that the north wall was missing two things... A ) Gates, and B ) guards. Just a gaping, open archway on Sam's Hill, lacking any troops or watchful eye to stop intruders..._
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Mord stands at the gate the next morning as the trainees return. They are subdued and fear runs through some of their eyes. Two stone figures in different attitudes are hauled in by the tired and quiet trainees. Mord looks at them for a moment and his eyes go hard as he stares over the procession. His voice cuts softly through the dawn Sargeant…the trainees to take their companions to the healers then double rations and showers fer the lot. Eight hours rest after they clean their gear. after a short pause I want em on the move by nightfall. Full rounds to the north wall then weapons practice. Sleep over and bring em back at dawn. He turns and moves off
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::Rumor has it the sergeant brings back several statues along with the survivors::
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The trainees gasp for breath as they arrive at the north gates as the sun sets and darkness covers the land. Their respite is short as they are chivied into their armor and sent south with full gear through the darkened town. Hard biscuits and thin ale is haded out then they are broken into small groups with a veteran guard and sent intothe wood for the night Mords words carry over the wall as they straggle out "Bring the live ones back Sargeant". *Then he to dissapears into he dark.
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Even though he is obviously not as strong as the other recruits, Ezachiel appears to posses some dexterity, and he isn't as weak as most people would expect mages to be, being able to keep up with the others, though somewhere between the middle and the rear.
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_Wren maintains a steady pace through the jog, not at the front of the pack and not at the rear… in fact, a careful observer might notice that she was taking pains to remain exactly in the middle of the straggling line of runners.
She seems largely unaffected by the pace except for noticably deeper breathing, a slight flush on exposed skin, and a few rivulets of sweat running down her forehead.
Occassionally she glances over at Eza, as if curious who he is._
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*Mord watches Wren on his rounds as she works her way through the trees. He shakes his head and mutters. * "One day someone will figure it out" *He shrugs and moves on nodding to the Lieutenant keeping an eye on the tainees as they go through their paces.
The next dawn he paces in front of the trainees and stops and stares at Eza a moment in silence. He moves on and speaks quietly to the Lieutenant. Soon he moves off and the Sargeant in charge of the trainees voice rises in a soft snarl that cuts through the morning sounds. Soon the trainees are headed to the broken lands near the croosraods, packs full and short batons in hand. The day is warmer then normal for a change so the pace is set accordingly….a fast mile eating trot.
