Recollections of a Soldier
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(These are the recollections and thoughts of a plot pc that I have recently been given for now. I'm aiming to keep this as updated as possible.)
8th of Marpenoth
Page one._I figured it was important to keep a recording of the company's movements and exploits, along with my own personal thoughts on the matter and nature of our assignment. I am and always have been a loyal soldier to the Gor line, so it is not my place to question the orders that I am given in a time of war. What needs be done is done, it is that simple.
Recently, I was relieved from guarding of the keep and reassigned into the Raptors, the hold's main expeditionary company. The men that were placed under my command are mostly untested by my standards and I had still to determine where their talents best laid until tonight.
Our task was to start interrupting with the flow of trade and traffic towards that steaming cess pile known as Peltarch, Warfare that I personally have no taste for. I am a warrior, not a damned bandit preying upon caravans and other defenseless civilians. However, I was chosen for this because an order is an order, regardless of what it is.
Those I was assigned as staff though, from what I saw tonight, they enjoyed every moment of it…from when we set out into the Pass to scout, and then right up to when we engaged and struck down those travellers in the pass. They are loyal enough, there is just no honour in striking down people who can't defend themselves.
Duty above all. It is a simple creed and one that I expect to die because of one day.
We have alot of work ahead of us. Peltarch is a large city and one cannot simply walk up and sever it's head. It is too well supplied and houses too many trained warriors for a straight up siege. It is a shame that it must resort to cutting off supply lines, because I much prefer a decisive killing blow, over the long arduous struggle where needless lives are lost. Why should they die when they can serve, after all?
It is of no moment.
I suspect that we will see a good amount of resistance on our next raid into the pass...one warrior I fought was quite vehemet about seeking me out and seeing my head removed. He may try if he wishes, I will relish the chance at a challenge._
In the lady of strategy's name,
Captain Kalana Gant,
Attached to Raptor Company as commanding officer,
High Hold Expeditionary force.
