Recruit Trainining with Colonel Mord Cabro
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The warning was heard for a distance in the still night air.
"AT ARMS! GOBS!!"
_A few moments of chaos and mingled voices followed as the recruits gathered their weapons tiredly and prepared to defend themselves and slay the goblins.
Having fought at Elyl's side before, Celestria took a place in the center between the front lines and the rear. She cast light to ensure they could see what they were up against. A dozen or so goblins. Fighting ensued, screams of pain and death, battle cries to various Gods, weapons gleaming in streaking patterns as they were flung about in battle. Limbs and blood strewn across the area, heavy breathing and cries of anger rang through the night air.
They fought bravely, with a vengeance, the front lines taking the brunt of the beatings. Nasty cuts and gashes, flesh hanging in places. She kept them healed as best she could and inbetween, helped slay the vile creatures. When all fell quiet, each one looked about cautiously to ensure no goblins were missed, then looked to each other to ensure all were still standing. Indeed they were, though haggard and tired._
"Pick up their gear! No sense leaving it here for them to gather and use again!"
She was not sure who spoke, though she and the others went to gathering the gear. Decent weapons and armor were kept for selling. Items broken or torn in battle were burned.
"Where did they come from? Seem to come from nowhere!"
One recruit questioned. The following conversation gave various theories of why the goblins were out there until all finally fell quiet in the small, makeshift camp.
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Dwalin has passed most of his time at barracs, studying about defenses tactics. He is very intersted in dwarven defenders way of fight and judge that its very intersting to defend Norwick walls.
OCC: sorry guys, the next 2 weeks i will be studying. I dont have time for IG or forum. Be back
Adilson
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Mord appears in the dead of a dark cloudy night in dark leather armor and studies the camp and makeshift barricade. He slips around south through the rotted east wall and finds a small goblin patrol. It is simple to rile them up and heard them north to the makeshift outpost and he then dissapeares north through the ruins.
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Ivor grunts in response to hearing about how cooking assistant punishment is not that bad.
Oh lassie, it nay jus' be cookin'… it be all 'boot killin' 'n' guttin' tae animals too... preppin' 'em fer cookin'... peelin' taters... 'n' gatherin' firewood. 'n' if ya in real deep shoite, ye gutta prep wotever -I- feel loike eatin', which thar be no limits 'un that.
Ivor then grins, before making his way back to file a report, mumbling something about needing magical arrows, leaving Elyl to run the training all proper.
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_The hill was difficult to ascend at best. The ground was muddy and slick causing her to lose her footing more than once. By the time she reached the top the first time, she was covered in mud. Walking up such a hill in armor was certainly not an easy task, though the hardest task still lie ahead.
Her eyes scanned the rock and wood assessingly. She determined quickly that her strength alone would not be enough to carry most of them. Tying her hair back, something she rarely does, and calling for Torm's blessing of strength, she headed into the task.
Rocks went first to make an easier path for the logs. Grunts and an occasional curse was heard from various recruits. They worked together in pairs for the large rocks, often slipping off balance as they trudged downhill with them.
Breathing hard after reaching the bottom of the hill after several trips, she looked up to the other recruits,_
"Perhaps if we were to drag a large log down first, it would cut a path down the hill that the rocks could be rolled down? Seems it would be much more efficient and less time consuming."
She awaited their response, using the time to ascend the muddy hill yet again.
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_She listens intently to Ivor, nodding on occasion then turns her attentions to Elyl, listening to him as well. Her mind never ceases, always wandering through the various aspects of what people speak about, things that most would never even consider.
Upon Elyl's command for them she smirks slightly, recalling a trip with Ivor and a man just beginning his training against such creatures. The kobolds, Ivor had mentioned how they have a good taste then quickly mentioned that he was only allowed to feed the militia "normal food"._
"Working with Ivor would not be such a great punishment,"
she thought to herself silently.
"After all, I am quite the accomplished cook and could likely work well with him in this regard."
With that she chuckled inwardly and looked up the hill, determined that Elyl's spoken disclipline would not befall her.
"Perhaps when training is over I shall take him with me on an herb gathering venture."
The thought was not spoken though it made her smile. Using her hour wisely, she ate first so the food would have more time to digest. She then spent the rest of the time in quiet prayer before rising, stretching out and ensuring she was prepared and ready for the task at hand.
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Elyl speaks after Ivor
Celestria, one thing you need to understand about Norwick is its history. This town was formed by barbarians; their “laws” were based on what was good for the tribe at that moment. As long as your actions helped, no worries, do something to hurt or cause trouble, well then you’ve just violated the “Law”. Although, those days of tribal thinking are long gone, that spirit still remains in these townsfolk who are proud of that heritage. They only want laws in so far as they give stability and guidelines for folks to live by and that these laws help protect their farms and families. They don’t want to be smothered by laws dictating everyday life. Impose that style of governing and you’ll soon find yourself at the business end of a pike or pitchfork being “escorted” out of town if you’re lucky, or… worse if not.
Elyl then looks up on a nearby hill once they are back, close to town and then looks toward all the trainees present, saying
Now then, Trainees, you get an hour to rest and eat. Then haul yourselves up that hill and gather all those useful looking small boulders and logs on that hill to bring to the south gates. I then want all the balustrades on the south side of the walls repaired and reinforced with points on the wood stakes sharp enough to skewer a pixie! Oh… and keep your armor on out here, no telling when trouble may arise. Make sure as well, all your weapons and armor are polished and in top working order for inspection afterward. If Colonel Mord so much as sees a smudge, I’ll see to it that you’re Ivor’s cook’s assistant for a year! Now… move!
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Ivor grunts, having gone along with the group for the moment, before replying to her question
Essentially, lassie… tae way things werk in Peltarch up North loike is they wroite a buncha 'o' 'em laws... then they luk fer ways tae twist 'em to thar fancy. Then ya 'ave folk claimin' tae be "ignorant", and so they make tae laws more specific loike. After that, ye foinally 'ave laws on 'ow much ye kin breath, where ye kin spit, 'n' 'ow long ye kin grow yer 'air...
At the last part of what he was saying, he runs his hand across the stubble under his chin
… So really... ye shuld think about tae law above tae 'un quoted. Give that a bit 'o' thought 'fore ya respond... 'n' it shuld make sense about 'ow ya serve tae folk 'round 'ere.
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South they traveled, loaded with a week’s worth of supplies. The ground was wet and muddy from recent rains and the stench of burned flesh and death still hung in the air from recent battles against the goblins. During their walk, the soldiers grilled her on the laws of Norwick. They seemed basic enough. Far more basic than Peltarch law. One of the guards quoted the first law to her:
“There’ll be no disorderly conduct in Norwick. Ye understand lass?”
She looked at him quizzically for a long moment before responding:
“I am not certain Sir. Disorderly is a fairly respective term. Would you please outline for me what types of things fall under “disorderly conduct” as I have seen in some places that being drunk in public is considered such.”
She waited quietly for a response as the guards looked back and forth at each other waiting to see who would answer.
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tyler is seen makeing a round around the east goblins with small groups every once in a while, most of the time comeign out only ijured from battle saying that there keeps becomeing less and less goblins
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Celestria is sent south with a small contingent of guards tot he Rawlinswood. The orders given are simple and straightforward and still ring in their ears
Ye will stand watch near the old town defenses you will run short patrols into the wood in all directions. Ye will note anything strange and ifn somethin is very out of the ordinary ye will send warnin back to town. Ifn all be quiet then ye will report back to the barracks in a week.
Mord pauses a moment glares at them
Ye git killed out there doin something stupidly brave and I will skin yer hides and nail em to the wall. The trainne best come back spouting Norwick laws and a feel fer the enemy and land about.
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She stands in silence as Mord speaks. Her eyes remain forward holding an attentive gaze. Her shoulders squared and jaw set, a look of determination on her features. As Mord dismisses the line, she relaxes her posture only slightly, allowing only one thought to pass through her mind, though ne'er spoken aloud.
I may not be the strongest among them, but I know what there is to be gained and shall fight to my dying breath to achieve it.
With that, her gaze turns to Elyl awaiting his instructions for her.
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Mord stalks out of the barracks to review the troops one cold rainy morning. Behind him walks Celestria in full kit. Mord leaves her standing at the end of the line and moves actoss the line. He nods sharply then asks Senior Guardsman Elyl to step forward next to Celestria.
A new recruit fer trainnin Senior. She be yer responsibility to teach the laws and the duties. He turns to the rest of the men She be all yer duties to train. I will not find this trainnin lacking, I know ye all to well.
He nods sharply
Dismissed!
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With a sharp bow of his head, Alfonso looks sincerely grateful. "Thank you for your trust, Commander. I pray never to let you down." With the simple remark he turns and leaves, a shadow a smile forming on what is usually a stressed face.
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Dwalin listened what Mord said, nodding after every sentence.
"Tankees Colonel fer appointment. I will dae my job tee best i coulda. Always listening and following the oldest instructions and orders, nae matter tee consequences."
Dwalin salutes Mord seriously and leaves the office
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With a grunt, Ivor accepts the position. He salutes Mord at the end of his lecture, smiling a tad wryly
Roight, thanks fer tae appointment Colonel. I figure it'll be most amusin' sayin' I be arrestin' folk on tae authority 'o' Cook. 'ope ya nay moind iffin' I slaughter a gud bit 'o' lambs celebratin' tae occassion… y'know... lamb shanks 'n' chops 'n' shoulder 'n' racks... 'n' tae 'ole bit... roasted wit' garlic 'n' sage 'n' olive oil rub wit sum sauce made outta sum Saerloonian Special Vat 'n' ginger... aye? I'll git on it.
With that, Ivor salutes once again, marching off to make the feast for the Militia.
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Trainees, Dwalin, Ivor and Alfonso are ordered to report to colonel Mords office. They are called inone at a time and informed that their trainee status is over and that they are being moved into the full guard position. they are alsoo infomed that this bears more responsibility and that ifn they do not uphold their positions that dismissal is always an option, if death does not catch them first.
Mord looks each over
Ye are full guard, but….that does not mean ye know it all. There are others that served fer years and ye still have much to learn.
He smiles thinly and raises a finger.
I be not a cruel man but ifn ye do somewhat really stupid and cause this town loss er pain, I had best find yer corpse and nay a breathin body when I git to the cause.Dismissed!
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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))
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Mord listens from the doo and slips away quietly a thin smile on his lips
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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…
