Recruit Trainining with Colonel Mord Cabro
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Dietrick can be seen in good spirits of late, especially after what Mord's given instructions.
"Chance to fights alots alots!" the hin is heard to comment.
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*The guards stand at stiff attention as the Colonel and his senior staff run a group inspection of all guards and trainees. An hour of nerve racking hell some were heard to say afterword, since it had never been done before. Finally the Colonel adreeses the group. *
Guardsman Celestri and Guardsman Jaya have joined our ranks and will uphold the honor of our town. At this time I would like to present two new recruits fer trainnin, A Halfling and human are waved out from the side of the barracks Trainees Dietrick gestures tot he hin and Trainee Andrew I give into yer care. I will say nothin more, ye knwo what to do.
He pauses and continues more slowly Events seem to be comin to a head and trainnin and normal duties will be stepped up. We have 3 weeks to git the best we can out of everyone. Guard schedules will be revised and patrols stepped up in the Wood. Those patrols will strongly involve all trainees. Ifn ye are not arrivin back at yer barracks half asleep then ye are not pushin hard enough.
In the mean time the senior guards and lieutenants will be runnin surprise inpections and special missions with one and all. I want all gear in as good a shape as ye will be.
He starts to say something more then stops and glares along the ranks one more time
DISMISSED.
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_Days upon days of drills have been taking a toll on young Recruit Alastor. His skinn is changing from a dull white to a dark tan. His face once covered in stubble now is clean shaven. His muslces, once lean, are now much more bulky. His once slightly cheery attuide has been replaced with a more quiet man. He nods to the locals as he passes them, proud to be a trainee in Norwick's Guard. When the drills of the days are done and the recruits go to thier bunks for the night, Alastor can be seen running extra laps or doing extra combat drills in the rawlinswood on is own, even without having been order to do so.
One night a few guards can be heard saying,
" That Recruit Alastor will make one 'ell of a Guardsman one day"_
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*The walk was short from the inn to the barracks. Twas not much time, but twas enough for thoughts to run through his mind. He wondered if Tyr would allow him to succeed. His determination at acquiring the servitude he desired was great and he felt the path had been shown to him.
Norwick…a community with needs. Twas land with room for growth and a community that seemed to be a target of hatred and evil. Twas a land where he knew he needed to be. And most importantly, Tyr needed representation.
As he approached the door, he pressed the thoughts away and prepared his mind for duty. His look turned steely and his demeanor changed from casual to one of servitude and respect.
He stood before the door, in his plain plate armor, albeit a full set. His sword was sheathed at his side, although by the looks of the hilt, it had seen better days. An axe, which looked to be crafted by a master hung from his belt. It felt out of place to him, though it was better than his sword. The pack on his back was bulky, yet he seemed to carry it with ease. Hanging from it was a towering shield, longer than his torso, but from a master crafter’s view, was nothing more than a piece of metal.
One last personal thought crossed his mind before he knocked upon the door of the barracks with purpose. ‘From Royal Guard to Recruit it shall be.’ The rising sun had just cleared the horizon when the door opened and he spoke in a confident and respectful manner. His stance was one of a well seasoned guard, even a Royal Guard if one had the eye for such. There was no arrogance, conceit or disrespect present whatsoever. “Andrew Tormier, reporting for duty as requested sir/ma’am,” ((whichever gender it may be that opens the door)). With that stated, he awaited the response.*
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At the end of an attack by dretches, winged horrors and tainted goblins, Celestria stood with the group that defended the area south of Norwick. Colonel Mord joined the group and learned what had taken place. Upon his arrival, she greeted him as usual though did not receive his usual reply
"Guardsman,"
he greeted her with the single word. The word rang through her head a few times as it slowly sank in. A smile took her eyes traveling to her lips. Certainly pride was seen in her expession upon the promotion though barely a whisper escaped her,
"I made it. Thank you, Torm."
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_At the end of an attack by dretches, winged horrors and tainted goblins, Celestria stood with the group that defended the area south of Norwick. Colonel Mord joined the group and learned what had taken place. Upon his arrival, she greeted him as usual though did not receive his usual reply[i/]
"Guardsman,"
_he greeted her with the single word. The word rang through her head a few times as it slowly sank in. A smile took her eyes traveling to her lips. Certainly pride was seen in her expession as barely a whisper escaped her,[i/]
"I made it. Thank you, Torm."__
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A muscular hin with a sword as big as him strapped on his back is seen moving into the barracks and sleeping there every night recently. During day , he practices the drills with the other recruit frevently with great enthusiasm and what could be seen as pure joy. Apparently he is newly recruited after an attack by strange demons and such at the south gates. Most will know him as Dietrick for those who stay in the same barrack.
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Celestria stands silently while the others are dismissed. Her stance is stoic yet her eyes show signs of nervousness. She watches the others leave, her gaze turning questioningly to Jaya then back to Mord as he approaches them. She draws a deep breath and releases it slowly, awaiting what he has to say.
((Will wait for IG interaction then post here))
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_The new recurits are seen getting settled in to there bunks and are given what gear they need. After a hour or so of rest they are quickly called to do drill upon drill ranging from frontline fighting to ranged attacks to sprinting up the hills in full armor.
Early next morning the drills are finally done and the new recurits are told to get some chow and rest up for the next day. Recurit Alastor can be seen hitting his bed a nearly passing out right there on the spot._
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Several more recruits are added to the rolls and show up at dawn for training. - Recruit: Raxia Steel and Recruit: Alastor Kross are put in wiht the older trainees. Mord introduces them during morning call and also pulls trainees Celestria and Jaya aside when the rest are dismissed. ((I will try and catch you two in game))
(( OOC Below are the missing in action, I think.
- Recruit: Tyler Wefneran think I saw him in game the other day but no posts.
- Recruit: Derin Blackmoor I have seen nothing of this one, Possible dead and gone
- Recruit: Morgul I have seen nothing of this one, let me know.
- Recruit: Roger Cutham I know him in RL and he plays mostly on another site. I will talk to him and most likely drop him.))
Thanks,
Darkspyr
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Mord chuckles softly then shrugs That may git their blood a flowin….mayhap too freely. But, tis yer call, just keep an eye on em, they should be smart enough to retreat ifn they must.
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Aye s'pose so. What kinda excitement ye be wantin? I could go over to the bugbear camp and invite em over for some wargames grins
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Mord catches the shout and the beginning of the commotion and smiles thinly as he continues North.
As he approaches the town he spots Cyrian near the south gates an heads over
Lieutenant. Seems our trainees and new guardsman have made a comfortable camp near the old ruins. Their orders are to remain there fer the next 6 days er so. Think ye could stir up a little excitement down that way fer em? Nay want em to git too comfortable.
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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!
