Recruit Trainining with Colonel Mord Cabro
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_Ivor gives a grunt, nodding at Colonel Mord's words as he talks of Ivor's duties. At the end, as Mord barks right next to Ivor's ear loudly, Ivor winces, before taking his finger and press it to his ear afterward, drawing a large sticky chunk of wax from it, flicking it to the ground.
Ivor paces himself through the drills…
In endurance training and forced labor, Ivor, despite being an older man, often seems to keep up well with his younger counterparts, his body apparently adept at being pushed to the limits in long, strenuous workouts.In weapons drills, Ivor seems to handle close combat weapons with practiced hands, showing that he's been trained in a variety of weapons at the basic handling level, though he seems most at home with a dagger. However, he often handles them unfittingly for Militia, his attacks lacking the proper speed or punch needed to be effective. Some would say that this is likely due to him not aging well, but others might notice how his arms seem to be deformed and almost knotted under the armor and tunic he wears. Concerning ranged weapons, he seems to do decently well, albiet seeming to lack the proper hands required for it. With a longbow, he is noted among those watching to handle it as if second nature, and even when he pulls back on the bowstring and his arms shake wildly as if too weak for it, his arrows seem to still hit the mark an average amount of the time, even if they do lack the punch of some of the other troops' shots.
In close combat sparring drills, Ivor is often seen taking a beating in his old, worn, crude set of animal hides that form some semblance of armor. His movements are often too slow to dodge blows, and also too slow to hit his opponents most of the time. Even though he does horribly, his body seems to absorb the punishment well enough. At the end of the drills he usually emerges bruised and bloody, licking any blood that drips from his wounds and savoring their flavor.
During free moments, he occasionally dips his finger into a pouch on his belt, dabbing some paste over his lips. Some would recognize this to be crushed animal fat. During his breaks, he tends to his wounds with decent skill, and apart from his waterskin, he can occasionally be seen drawing what looks to be blood from a twine-mesh laden bottle, leading some to speculate that Ivor may be a vampire sent to infiltrate their ranks.
Often when he sits he looks over the various tracks decorating the training grounds, noting them carefully in memory of their type and shape. Some would think that he may be gifted as one of those "ranger" types... but the thought of imagining Ivor being anything but blunt and to the point baffles many.
Often though, Ivor just seems to be an old grizzled hunter at the end of the day, who for whatever reason is going through recruit training..._
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Ivor Panthers joins the morning muster of the militia after breakfast is served. He lines up next to the other trainees and stands at attention. Mord looks over the militia and then walsk and inspects each, remarking on a uniform here and kit there. He inspects random weapons and one militia member is sent back to the barracks to clean the rust off his weapon.
He suddenly barks out
Trainee Ivor Pantheras, front and center. Face yer trainin mates. *Mord stands behind him peering at the militia over his shoulder. * Ye all know our new cook. He will be trainin with ye and ye will work im hard. He will be preparin yer meals between trainin.Mord nods to the returning guardsman with his shiny blade Cook Ivor will require aid int he cookin and KP (Kitchen patrol) will be assigned on a rotatin basis. As ye are his trainers in the field, he is the law in the kitchen. Mord smiles thinly and stares at the troops Think about it some. I find any of ye slackin on his trainin ye will enjoy extra KP duty.
One last item. Ivor will be inspectin ye ta see what shape ye are in and what foods would be best fer ya. Tomorrow at dawn he will have 20 minutes to look ye lot over.
Mord suddenly barks right next to Ivor's ear Dismissed!!
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_From a nearby hilltop, Dwin and a well dressed Dwarf in Priests Robes watch Farly as he submits himself to the tireless training regimen of Mord the Terrible. They watch Farly closely, sipping at some dark ales.
At one point as Farly looks up and catches his kinsmen watching him. The one known as Koirin raises his hand in salute to the recruit and smiles. Korin and Dwin then walk back to Dwin's office, deep in conversation._
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Aye Mor err Lieutenant.
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Mord watches the sweating dwarf haul another partial sack of gravel up the road. He looks over at Belin and smiles thinly. Brings back memories, does it not Scout Belin? He chuckles softly and steps off briskly into the night.
((Thanks for chipping in Teah))
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Belin once again wakes Farly after he'd only slept a couple of hours. Having him put on all his kit and pick up a full pack she then hands him a sack.
there beh un pile o gravel down by da old south gate. Weh needs it moved tuh da north barrack before da dawn.
The pile is only half moved by the time of the militia drills and Belin looks to Farly
Nay un problem, yuh can finish it when yer done wit yer duty with da Chancellor.
From what is left it seems clear that Farly will be up long after dark moving the gravel in the sack, which seems to have a small hole in it.
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He be a Lieutenenat and ye will take is orders. As far as the rest that is his affair. Best git goin recruit.
Days progress with long hours in weapons trainning, both in close and distance. Physical exercises in endurance are added, including hauling stone and logs for barricades and construction. Once mid afternoon arrives Recruit Farly is sent off to see the Chancellor.
((All Militia is free to chip into any trainee regimens, within the bounds of reason, work them hard, dirty and long))
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Farly smiles his ugly smile and says hi to each of them as he is introduced, reacquainting himself with the ones he knows already. Afterword he talks to Mord over to the side. Pointing at Cyrian he says:
Commander, thats the one they say is a Cyrcist. He's Lieutenant?
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((Sorry about that :).
At mornin muster Farly is presented to them, Lieutenant Maya and Lieutenant Cyrian. The rest of the squad is called forward and named off, Elyl, Wren, Devlin and Albryanna.
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Before he hustles off, answers Mord's question…
Im needin ta know who the Lieutenants are that I am ta git orders from.
Hustles off after being told
((ICly Farly hasnt been told who any of the Lieutenants are.))
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Mord watches the dwarf amble up
Recruit Farly Ye will be takin orders from the Lieutenants and trainning with the squads in order. Y e will answer to them and seek them fer orders. At mid afternoon ye will be at the Chancellors disposal. Ye understand?Ifn ye understand why the hells ye still standin there?!?!
mord shakes his head as the dwarf hustles off
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Farly takes the whole thing in stride. He is in full armor well before the 200 count is finished. After watching Belin walk off to bed, he shrugs and goes in search of Mord.
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Belin drinks her ale ignoring the comment. A few hours after Farly has retired she wakes him up by smacking him with the flat of a wooden practice battle axe. She is dressed in full armor.
Ya got till meh count tuh 200 tuh beh ready for drill. If'n ya nay got yer armor on when we spar den ya gonna get hit und it will hurt mores. Meh suggest ya hurry kin. Meet meh in da yard.
after giving him several good whacks sure to leave some bruises on unarmored parts she tells him
Now ya training with meh beh done for tuhday un yer nice und warmed up. Meh suggest yuh fine Commander Mord it beh about times fer regular drill tuh start. Meh gonna get somma sleep afore watch.
Belin walks off towards the barricks
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Farly partakes in the ale he is offered, but not overly so.
Im in trainin and kin nay afford ta be hung over ifn them goblins strike. I kin prolly handle round 12 or so but will quit after that.
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takes Farly aside after drill wearing a fairly nice outfit the not entirely homely dwarf, although her beard is very sparse, breaks open a cask of some whiskey and a half keg of ale. By way of explanation she states that if he is to be close to kin and spending time with her cousin she thinks they should get to know each other better. Encouraging him to drink lots she herself doesn't drink much in retrospect.
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chuckles softly Aye guardsman. Let us see how our newsest gits off on his first day.
Mord stares a moment as the Milita breaks ranks and heads for their duty posts. Push im Guardsman Belin. Push im hard. Our time grows short with the goblins and we will need trained guards to handle the storm that is brewin.
Turns and walks away.
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Belin grunts and looks to Mord
so yuh wunt meh tuh give da kin ale or da whiskey fer da hangover afore his training?
grins in a maniacal dwarven fashion
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Ye'll git nothin but the best from me Comander Mord.
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Mord pulls Farly aside just out of earshot of the rest of the Militia The Chancellor has bitten off a big bite fer Recruit Toebuckle. Ye will train with the rest of the raw recruits and Militia and then off to the Chancellors side. I highly recommend ye learn to sleep on yer fett. Nay any special treatment, so ye will do all the others do, as well er better and then extra duties fer the Chancellor. I catch ye slackin and the least of yer worries will be how the Chancellor takes it. Now off with ye.
As Farly turns away and heads off with the rest Mord raises hsi voice slightly Death will be a comfort ifn I find ye lacking.
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Farly looks around for Mord, as he was told by Dwin that Mord would take care of his initial militia training.
