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Title: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on January 29, 2006, 01:21:23 AM
In the center of the city stands the Seagorn Garrison, where the law enforcers train and live while not on duty patrolling the streets of Nyermersys. The building itself is sturdy and well guarded by armed men who walk along the walls, and within the courtyard is alive with clashing steel and commanders shouting orders at training soldiers. Stretching into the Southgarden are the barracks, tired men disappear into the hallways while others reappear ready for patrol.

The man sitting on the steps leading through the gate to the courtyard glances up as you approach, “May I help you?” He questions in a deep resonating voice

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on February 14, 2006, 03:09:23 AM
The guard, cold, wet and breathless walked the last few steps to the Garrison's guardhouse.  He stopped and yelled out. "I have been sent by Earl Legiramond to see the General."  He stood out in the rain, shivering, awaiting a reply.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Neiavrine on February 16, 2006, 11:02:23 AM

General Versialias "One Eye" Ullor

A slim soldier points toward a heavy wooden door, which is fortified with thick iron bars. He does not look up, opting instead to continue to polish a thin rapier. Aside from this lone gaurd, the room is empty. From the door, which leads to the inner courtyard, the sounds of battle eminate. One thing can be heard, clearer than the ruckous of steel on steel, and banter of battle. A deep baritone, thick as morass, and as grave as granite, which shouts in quick, demanding orders. Keep your blade straight, Rufus. There is more chaos, then above the din, Dance back, Dance back! A moment of silence, and a great calamity! Swing like you mean it! The words are punctuated by a great crash, and then uproarious cheering. General saw fit to test out that new group of hired soldiers today. Said the weather was perfect for a good ol' match up. 'Tis plain rotten I say. The thin soldier grumbles in the general direction of the messenger.

With that said, the door swings open, and is quickly filled by a very large human. He is at least two peds tall, and is at least one and a half peds wide at the shoulder. His clothes, though at once rich and brilliant in appearance, are drenched in mud and rain water. Half of his face is hidden by a gnarled mass of grey hair, only his pale thin lips dare bare witness to the world about him. The long grey hairs about his head aire thinning, and so swirl in the feint wind in a dramatic dance. Over his right eye, rests a leather patch. He had lost the eye in a duel over a young girl, not suprisingly she went for the other man. His lone eye quickly scans the room, and locks onto the courior. What is it then boy? His voice is quiet and carries not one bit of humor. One word to describe the General would be Grizzly, and not one other would be required. This was the way Versailias lived. Never say more than was needed, and when you go in, go in strong.

-Ne'iav'rine-

Edited by: Neiavrine  at: 2/23/06 3:40


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on February 17, 2006, 01:51:23 AM
the guard was thankful the rain had stopped, but the wind was still cold and he was shivering when the General came out. Though the guard had seen the General just a few times, he still had the same effect each time; the guard stood at attention. "Sir, the Earl wishes to see you and speak with you at the Castle. I am to wait for you and escort you to him." He then quickly added, "It is of a most important and urgent matter, General."

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Neiavrine on February 17, 2006, 05:05:23 PM

General Versialias "One Eye" Ullor

"Sir, the Earl wishes to see you and speak with you at the Castle. I am to wait for you and escort you to him." He then quickly added, "It is of a most important and urgent matter, General."

Let's go then. The General responds in his usual manner. Quick and to the point. He grabs a large axe which had rested on the wall behind him, and straps it to a belt loop. Without annother word he starts off toward the palace, inwardly curious as to what as the matter. His logical side told him it had to do with the merchants and their threats to revolt, and yet his gut told him something much larger was afoot.

-Ne'iav'rine-

Edited by: Neiavrine  at: 2/17/06 9:06


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on February 18, 2006, 03:24:23 AM
The guard did not want to disagree with the General, but he was filthy. "Um...Sir, would it not be more appropriate for you to change first before you go see the Earl.  You know how he is when it comes to..."  He stopped.  "On the other hand the Earl did say is was most urgent." He added quickly. "Whatever the General wants to do."

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Neiavrine on February 18, 2006, 04:41:23 PM

General Versialias "One Eye" Ullor

The general had never been able to respect a man who could not get down and dirty. He himself had lived in the streets for his share, and found the mud as a testiment to his labour. He glances down at his soiled clothes with his good eye for a moment, then brings it back to the courrior. It seems to be riddled with a mixture of contempt and disbelief. He was no new recruit looking for a quick promotion! I will decide how I present myself. Ullor seems to think that even those words are too much, and instead of reprimanding the other man with the lash of his tounge, settles for a continued bone chilling stare. Without annother word he takes the three long strides between him and the large garrison door, throws it open with a mighty swing, and departs. The messenger would have to catch up, One Eye did not have the time for a slow escort.Perhaps I will be able to put that new unit to work? They should be able to neutralize any faction leaders by the 'morrow. The general's lips grin under his shaggy beard. He had put hard, long hours into those men, and had no doubts as to their capability. The one who called himself the Predator had a certain ego about him, seemed to think he was the best there was. As his boots splashed across the wide cobbled street, he contemplated as to how exactly he should solve the problem. One chain ruins the mail, was his theory on tactics.

Ne'iav'rine

The Chyrakisth leans down and lifts Rufus out of the muddy circle which had been their combat arena. He will be bruised by morning She decides as she easily lifts the man to his feet. He gives her a hearty thanks, and wipes the mud from his practice blades with a clean cloth. He was breathing hard and the wearyness is evident in the slouch of his muscled shoulders. Yet his lips are smeared with a bright smile.

The days training had been hard, the second straight day of individual combat training. Before everything had been about team work, and the group had failed miserably. There were egos here which still sometimes clashed, though now they seemed to understand that the missions they would be assigned to could not be completed alone. Each member had their own strengths and without working together, they would be killed. The pay was not so inticingly high for nothing.

Ne'iav'rine lifted one booted foot and then annother. The practice ring was supposed to be of sand, but the recent rain had left only a gritty thick mud, which quickly soaked into and under whatever you were wearing. Vetrus, that was an exceptional manuever. Though had Rufus not been unbalanced, his blade would be in your belly. As you choose not to armor yourself, you must take more care in your attacks. The beautiful orc's command of the situation is carried in the perfect authority of her voice. There was no questioning what she said, and so far no one had dared confront the 2 ped tall Chyrakisth. Though she had few doubts on who would as time passed. She scans the courtyard, noting the racks of practice weapons which are against the thick stone walls, each is protected by a long overhang and well maintained. Shields and various bits of worn armor also adorn the walls; each peice of equiptment is  kept in good order, though well used. There are three practice circles arranged in a triangle in the center of the courtyard, each about four peds in diameter. Ropes designate the outside of the circle, though the circle closest to her is malformed from the last battle. She carefully rearranges it with her foot, then looks back up to her command. She allows a brief smile, then becomes deadly serious. I have a feeling that your training is about to be cut short. Clean yourselves up, I believe we will be meeting with the General shortly. This was not simply a hunch, her sharp ears had caught some of the conversation through the door. Something was happening, wheels were churning. With a lust for battle in her voracious heart, she cerebrates the possibilities.

-Ne'iav'rine-

Edited by: Neiavrine  at: 2/18/06 19:39


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Dagon Fai Ur on February 19, 2006, 08:09:23 AM
Dagon watched carefully as the fight unfolded before him, his right hand began to itch for the strong grasp of the hilt of his longsword that lay fastened to his hip. The elf, eventually won the battle, and the beautiful elf-like orc stepped forward and lifted the human from the now peaceful battleground. She uttered a few suggestions to the victorious elf - who, like Dagon went into combat without any armour. The orc skeptical of the idea of not wearing armour, she however was not an elf - Dagon did not doubt that Vetrus was gifted with the same speed and agility that he possessed. What's better than armour, is not getting hit all... Dagon repeated his own philosophy on armour and waiting for Ne'iav'rine to speak.

"I have a feeling that your training is about to be cut short. Clean yourselves up, I believe we will be meeting with the General shortly." She spoke with assurance, and Dagon caught it for a moment as well - but with no clarity. He simply nodde and pulled his arms to cross his chest.

-*Dagon Fai'Ur*-

Forgotten One
Reborn in the Light



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Machrebs Ork on February 20, 2006, 06:13:23 AM
Ork was leaning against a wall, absently looking at the two combatants. The spar didn’t interest him much. He preferred fights based on strength rather then agility, both when watching and when fighting. A bit of brawling - unarmed, or maybe with knives and clubs - was more his style. Another one of his favourite pastimes were the larger skirmishes. The chaos, the ploughing through several opponents wielding trusted axe - now resting against the wall next to him. There was the reek of blood, sweat and fear, the screaming of the wounded, the grunts and shouts of those still standing,… It's where he thrived. He was build for the merc job. He might not have been raised by his kin, but he was fighting with the same spirit as them. Combat ran though his veins.

But none of this was currently going through his mind. All he was thinking of was how delicious the beef tasted. He took another large bite out of the meat, the juice running down his chin and arm, dripping on the dusty floor, his chest and his pants. He had been travelling with Ne'iav'rine for a while now. She was good at commanding and he did well in taking orders, so they seemed to be getting along pretty well. Ork had a mixture of respect and admiration for the Chyracist, and she seemed to be tolerating him. It was hard to tell exactly how she felt about him tagging along.

A loud burp vibrated through the courtyard. Manners never had been his strongest point. He tore off another chunk of meat, slowly chewing on it. Good times ahead. He could feel it.

Ork
Orcs is made for fightin'

Edited by: Machrebs Ork  at: 2/19/06 22:17


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on February 21, 2006, 02:01:23 AM
The palace guard had to chase after the long-legged General.

OOC next post in the Castle.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on February 22, 2006, 07:52:23 AM
Arriving at the garrison, they nodded to their fellow guard and walked through the gates. Manik headed for the stable while promising to meet the rest of his squad at the mess hall. The stablemaster was barely able to control himself upon seeing Manik’s new horse. The man took seemed to take the state of the animal as a personal offense to his profession. Only after explaining how he acquired the horse, and that it wasn’t his disregard for the animal that had injured it, had Manik been able to calm down the stable master. Manik promised the man he would take much better care of the animal. The stable master gave the horse a thorough look see and promised to do what he could. He said that the injury was bad, that the horse had gotten a stone lodged under its shoe and it was now infected. He said Manik should come back often to help with tending to the horse, that way the horse would get to know him and trust him. Manik agreed and thanked the man for his help.

After a leisurely lunch and some good laughs, Manik and the rest of the squad made their way over to the courtyard for weapon training with Sergeant Lynch. As they walked another guard came up and excitedly informed them that the General had been called to see the Earl. Putting two and two together, Manik had a bad feeling it had something to do with Lycheus’ news.

Sergeant Henderson had made sure they arrived at the training grounds a little bit early to meet Lynch. There were a number of people practicing on the muddy terrain. Vanen sneered at the one group practicing in a sparring ring. Manik’s eyes went wide, he had never seen another race besides human. There was an array of elves and humans, even an orc, and some that seemed in between. Manik couldn’t help but stare at the group, fascinated. Vanen saw Manik looking and explained what he had heard. Apparently some of them had been around for a few months. Assembled as an elite ambush group by the general, it was led by the female orc. Manik didn’t think she looked like an orc, she was stunning, but took Vanen’s word for it. Vanen also knew the human Rufus. The man had been a guard, but had volunteered for the elite group. Vanen said he was a good fellow, kind and ready to share a laugh and ale. The rest of the group for the most part had remained distant. Whether by nature or the fact that they trained non-stop, Vanen said probably both. The elf and the man Rufus had been sparring, and the elf had won. Manik was astonished at how fast they moved, their skill was amazing. They had been waiting a few minutes and Manik was excited for their own training, looking around expectantly for the burly taskmaster.

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on February 23, 2006, 01:57:23 AM
Sgt Lynch

Sgt Lynch saw his "recruits" though they had passed basic training long ago and now were officially guards, he called anyone he trained recruits.  "Well maggots? When you are done staring at some "Pro's" we shall begin.  Maybe one day you will be as fast and skilled as those, mercenaries."

Sgt. Lynch did not care for mercernaries, or mercs for short, they killed for pay, not for duty or honor as he and those who were regular army did.  But he also knew they were a necessity, sometimes an evil one, but still a necessity just the same.

"All right we will once again practice more refined short sword skills. Pair of in two's and let's begin." He waited until they were paired off and then he began explaining, "The short sword is used, for in close fighting. Used by a man who is very profiecient, it is more deadly than a broad sword, or even a bastard sword.

As you can see," he explained as he executed some moves upon a wooden training dummy, " It is a weapon that requires smooth, almost cat-like reflexes.  It requires a man to be able to twist and turn, use his elbows, knees, and the weapon as one complete weapon.  No slashing, or power down strokes, the short sword when used properly is a weapon of lethal grace," he said as he finished with a short stab at a bag of sand upon the dummy's left side, then he quickly twisted around, and using a backwards thrust, stabbed the right side bag of sand upon the dummy, then still in that position, he took one step forward with his right foot, pulled out the sword, and with one swift motion twisted his body to the right, the sword following his upraising arm until it slashed across the dummies throat, spilling out the sandbag that symbolized it.  It was over in a bit over a nailsbreath of time.

"Even against an armoured man.  As you can see where the sword went in, in went where no armoured man has armour.  True the space is small and guarded, but as you can see, that is where the short sword, wielded properly, is the most deadliest, but first you have to learn how to get past his long sword to put your short sword and skills to the test."

Sgt Lynch stepped back to look at his handiwork, smiled and then said, "All right, lets start at the beginning." He shouted.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on February 23, 2006, 08:21:23 AM
Manik watched closely as Sgt. Lynch demonstrated the drill on the dummy, trying to memorize the motions. Once they started the drill however, Manik had a harder time. Before he could barely attempt the drill he had to learn the basic stances and grips. The stance was only slightly different than with a quarterstaff, but it took a little getting used to. The other members of the squad had clearly done the drill a number of times and fluently worked through the attack. Dean the newest recruit besides Manik, had more trouble than others, but was doing okay. All members of the guards were required to attend these training sessions so that their skills didn’t disappear, but new recruits also had to attend extra training with Lynch so that they could improve rapidly.

After a bit, Manik got the hang of it, and his movements became more fluent, and he was doing just as well as Dean. Because of his quarterstaff work, Sgt. Lynch said his stance stood a little more offensively, but that it was a minor problem. Working through the motions produced a slight sheen of sweat and Manik enjoyed the labor. It was much more fun than working the farm back home. Others of the squad gave Manik tips and encouragement as well, and so he kept working the forms trying to make them flow just like the others’.

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on February 24, 2006, 02:28:23 AM
Sgt Lynch

Sgt Lynch watched his recruits go through the motions, Manik had some minor stance problem because of his quarterstaff training; but after a few kicks here and there to straighten out his posture he soon got the hang of it.  The recruits got a nice work out and he was even pleased with the way Dean caught on.  He looked over at the other ring and watched them watching his men.  They were pro's, his men will stand the test of time as well. Manik shows more promise than the others. Though he had some problems with his stance, in a way his quarterstaff work will give him an advantage, if he can be trained to move smoothly from one form of fighting to another.  Most only learn one, maybe two forms in their life time.  Manik has the ability to not only learn but become a master swordsman.

"No, Manik! Think! How are you to get past a longer sword to use your short sword if your body is leaning forward. You are just giving your opponent more opportunities to cleave you like a piece of dog meat."

" All of you listen up. If you must lean forward, then do it upon the balls of your feet and be ready to duck, spin and jab and then back away from the reach of the sword all in one fluid motion.  Think of yourself like a snake, always weaving, looking for that first indication of your opponents swing; then dart in, strike and then get out again.  But if you are not quick enough, your dead!  Another way is to just stay inside of his reach if you can. Always jabbing at his unprotected areas."

" Manik with your quarterstaff abilities you can easily learn to use the short sword with both hands.  That gives you another advantage.  Most swordsmen only use their dominant hands, even when swinging a two-handed one, they grab the pommel with their dominant hand.  When you can use any sword, but especially the short sword with both hands equally in skill and power you have a tremendous advantage as you can do this,"  

Lynch quickly grabbed his short sword swinging it in a tight circle around his left wrist.  He motioned for Dean to take up a long sword. "Now attack me." He said.  Dean took the long sword in his right hand and did a basic down stroke upon the Sgt.  Lynch banged it away with his short sword, throwing Dean a bit off balance as he tried to bring the sword back into play. But before he had the chance, Lynch threw his short sword into his right hand, stepped into Dean and jabbed his sword into what would have been Dean's left side.  

"Did you all notice why I could do what I did?  Dean threw a very good basic downstroke with the long sword, but because I know Dean is right handed I put my sword in my left.  He swung down, I blocked with my sword, throwing him slightly off balance, because of him trying to hold onto a heavier sword, then as soon as I blocked, because I can use my right hand as well as my left; I threw my sword into my right, stepped in and gave him a mortal blow."

Lynch patted Dean upon his shoulder with his short sword. "I want you and Manik to practice each taking turns with the long sword and short sword.  Try to use both hands and see if you can see any weaknesses in each other."  He turned, "The rest of you pair up and do the same for about another hour then clean up your weapons, and the ring and then hit the chow room.  Some of you will be on guard duty on the night shifts, look to see who you are and after chow, get some sleep, you will woken up when it is time for you to start your shift. Manik I think you have the graveyard shift.  Let's get to work!"

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Darien Gulath on February 24, 2006, 03:30:23 AM
Calmly he waited in the shade of the wall near the combat arena with a water-flask in his hands. A water flask filled with alcoholic substance;… not really something his so called companions needed to know off. The training almost bored him to death sometimes (yet there where times when even for him the training became quite tense... something he would never admit tough), and yet again he had to remind himself why he was here in the first place.

Everything they did here was preparation for an oncoming assault on the city he had visited not such a long time ago. He had failed his mission in Voldar, something which rarely happened…
The commander of the city, one of the first ones in command; Damien Scar, had gone down rather easily, with some aid of a misplaced arrow that was meant for him. Yet the many long range aid that jumped towards the commander’s rescue prevented him from checking upon his target and squeeze the final live out of him. Also dozens of loyal companions from Damien gave him only little other choice then to escape himself.

The failure of the mission could not bother him much; Commander Damien Scar’s strong leadership formed a critical backbone of Lord Voltigar’s army; and would definitely play his part in the deciding of the oncoming war. The more conflict there was between the city’s the better it was for his business. The ones that hired him seemed to be much more determined on bringing the commander down; and had almost tripled the price on his foe’s head. Darién’s agile structure and deadly blades would be easily capable of defeating the commander if he would be capable of being the first killer to get towards the man.
It was not his failed mission that tore him apart from the inside, no,.. rather his little encounter with this dark mage who called himself Kain Cristar. A man with dark powers and strange demonic energies that where capable of summoning lighting from out of nowhere…
Darién had tried to engage on his target but nevertheless failed miserably…
To prevent turning into a smouldering pile of ash; he had taken a run. Within mere moments Darién managed to disappear into the darkness of night. From the top of the roofs he watched how the mage walked trough the alleyways in search of him. Darién would have killed him if he had not lost the feeling in his right arm by then. The electric shock he had received was burned into his flesh as an everlasting scar of the fight he had that day with the sinister bounty hunter. His arm became numb and caught a serious infection. From that point Darién searched for refuge in the darker district of Voldar, but could not find a single healer willing to help him. Every one of his associates seemed to have either disappeared or caught by the authority. Authority controlled by Damien…
Eventually Darién found someone willing to help him treat the wound in exchange for a bigger amount of cash then his current reward. Darién paid the healer in advance and got treated. For days he suffered from disease and infection and a terrible lust for revenge was bred.

So much things happened during those weeks,… About twelve assassinations and seven kills for pleasure he committed in voldar. Some of the lowlifes would probably never be missed anyhow, but a few of his murders did raise a certain attention. Bounty hunters and royal guards started to keep a good look out for his appearance at the taverns and on the streets, making it a struggle for Darién to keep hanging around within the city much longer. When he caught the news of the brewing conflict of the two cities he decided to seek out new business opportunities at Nyemersys. The city he had heard of but never been to before. The city of death…

Somehow a certain commander or lieutenant showed particular interest in his skills and reputation. He seemed to have no problems at all with having a dangerous killer amongst his squadron, instead he cheered it on. Someone who’s job in live is to bring death, where obviously considered useful tools during times of war. And now here he was in the courtyard of the Seagorn garrison. He would’ve rather skipped the training and jumped to the assault straight away, and also solo work was something he would've appreciated many times more. Yet his companions with who he had to train with showed some strong talents in different combat expertises. None of them where so remarkable and agile ofcourse in using swords the way he could, but they gave a worthy impression nevertheless in other area's of expertise...

The weather was cold and the liquid warmed him from the inside. Stronger brew’s where always more tasty during the cold winter period.
The battle between the human and elf hadn’t impressed him that much, his thoughts where still with Kain. His mood had gone from bad to even worse in those four weeks. His defeat ate him from the inside. He had killed two times more then usual from the point of his defeat to satisfy his burning desire to rip the mage’s head off. Also his victims often had to undergo painful humiliations and tortures before they where released from live with his sword. Yet the hunger to kill his dark foe had only grown worse.
And currently it led him to one hell of a frustrating, deadly and destructive mood. Nobody of the team really had any desire to hang out with him if it where not for business. And the gold coins within Darién’s eyes kept him from going ape-sh*t on any of those that where around him. Darién knew that the path before him was an opportunistic one and he could not afford to lose the favour of those in command of this little charade…

With a cold look he watched from a distance what Nei’av’erine and the other where up to next…
And that while he was still daydreaming about Kain; how he would rip the guy’s intestines from his still breathing body very slowly to inflict the worst pains possible after he would’ve ripped the man’s tongue out preventing him to beg for mercy…  

    Death:
A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.  
    --Seneca

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 2/23/06 20:02


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on February 28, 2006, 01:57:23 AM
Sgt. Lynch

Sgt. Lynch walked around the barracks.  Manik, who had the graveyard shift had finished eating and was in his bunk, as well as the rest of the guards who had the same shift.  The sun was just a sliver of light as he began to light the lamps.  Though this job was usually delegated to the new recruits, he did it as a way of solace; the fire relaxed him.

The cold north east wind had changed into a more southernly breeze and Lynch could feel it.  The clouds were almost gone and in the night sky, away from the lamps and torches, he could see the faint outlines of the stars.  The moon had already given its ghostly shape in the twilight sky.

The Sgt. was greeted here and there by those who also were lighting the lamps he had yet gotten to.  He nodded in return. He thought of the rumors floating around the barracks, but gave them no thought, however he did wonder why the General had been summoned to the Earl and why he had not yet returned.  But, again, officers and their problems were not his, until they made them his.  That is when and where they become his, until then he would not concern himself with rumors.  When he was finished with his nightly routine, he headed off to his own quarters, as he too had the graveyard shift that night.

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 2/27/06 18:02


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Machrebs Ork on March 02, 2006, 08:29:23 AM
In between the clanging of the swords the dry sound of a bone snapping in two could be heard. Now that he had cleaned of the meat, Ork had broken the bone that was left in two and he was hungrily slurping out the yummy marrow.

Once he was finished, he just threw the broken bones aside. It’s not that he was being inconsiderate towards those that needed to keep the place clean, but it’s what he was used to do. Mercenary encampments rarely stayed long at the same place and leaving litter where ever they found convenient was normally of little concern.

After licking up as much grease as he could from around lips he cleaned what was left with his upper arm. So much for the appetizer they had given him to keep him busy. Picking up his axe and swinging it over his shoulder he started walking towards the mess. Time for the main course. He was getting hungry.

Ork
Orcs is made for fightin'



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on March 02, 2006, 08:57:23 AM
Manik laid on his back examining the wooden figurine his father had widdled for him, lost in random daydream thoughts. The wooden piece was a soldier with a longsword held blade down in front of him. The soldier seemed to portray determination and focus along with a sense of pride. His pa had told him that if he worked hard and stayed true to himself greatness would find him. He hoped his father would be proud of him so far.

Manik occupied the lower bunk under Dean in their squad's quarter's. Dean along with all the others who had the graveyard shift were also in their bunks resting. There had been rumours flying around about the general being called to see the Earl. There were so many different versions of what was happening being voiced, it was ridiculous, they would find out soon enough. Some men were excited. Personally Manik was anxious, it was only his first day. Manik hadnt bothered getting undressed, but laying on top of his blankets with a full stomach, he could feel his eyelids slipping.

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on March 11, 2006, 01:25:23 AM
Sgt. Lynch

Sgt. Lynch rose, got dressed and then walked to the squads bay, where he entered and made his way to Manik's and Dean's bunks.  He found Dean fast asleep, but Manik was already rising.

"Manik, wake Dean up, get dressed and meet me out by the front gate of the barracks." He whispered, not wanting to wake the other men up.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on March 12, 2006, 03:48:23 AM
Sgt Lynch

Sgt Lynch in the middle with Manik on his right and Dean on his left walked out of the barracks.  "It is always policy for the city watch to walk in pairs." Lynch explained.

OOC next post will be in the dock area.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on March 13, 2006, 03:44:23 PM
Manik woke up to the rustle of the rest of the squad rising and heading out for their own shifts. Planting his feet on the floor, Manik sat there for a few minutes trying to ward of the remnants of sleep. That was when Sgt. Lynch walked in.

"Manik, wake Dean up, get dressed and meet me out by the front gate of the barracks," whispered the big man. Some of the squad was still resting. He nodded in answer and as the sergeant left Manik gave out a grunt and rose to his feet. He gave Dean a shove, but received only a murmur and a roll to face the other way. So he shoved him again to make sure he was awake and walked over to the wash basin to give his face a rinse to wake himself up. Feeling a little more refreshed Manik went back to his bunk and strapped on his armour and long sword.

On their way down to the front of the garrison, Dean and Manik chatted about what they were doing tonight. They had duty with Sergeant Lynch. According to Dean, for the first while new recruits were always paired with sergeants for the night shifts. Manik asked Dean what he knew about the burly weapons instructor. Apparently Lynch had been a skilled weapons master, expert with all melee weapons but a true blade master with the sword. He had grown some reknown in the ranks until the unfortunate accident when he lost his eye. Now missing that eye, he still had all the knowledge he had before, but lost a great deal of his former skill. Dean said that he had heard that without both eyes you couldn’t see quite right or tell as well how far away things were. Manik didn’t see how that was, but Dean seemed pretty sure of it. Manik had no problem believing Dean about Lynch’s past though; the taskmaster’s advice today for instruction had already improved Manik’s skill with a sword considerably.

When they met Sgt. Lynch out front of the gatehouse they nodded in acknowledgement and gave a quick “Sarge.”
"It is always policy for the city watch to walk in pairs."
“Makes sense to me,” Manik replied.

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on March 15, 2006, 02:12:23 AM
Sgt. Lynch

When the bells rang three, Lynch got up, and woke Manik up.
"Manik, until I see the Captain, I have a chore for you to do. Get dressed and follow me."

Manik quickly got dressed and silently followed the Sarge, wondering what was going to happen now. The sun's rim was barely above the horizon and most of the grounds was still in shadow.

Lynch led Manik to the maintenance shed, opened the door and ordered, "Manik, grab a scrub brush, and a pail, fill it with water and then go to the outhouses and make sure they are scrubbed and clean.  And i want it done before morning chow, which gives you two hours. Now move!" Lynch barked.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on March 15, 2006, 03:39:23 PM
And there he found himself. Surrounded by the invading stench of human waste with his hands covered in soap suds Manik sat scrubbing away at the disgusting result of the outhouse’s frequent use. So much for the glory of joining the army. The morning was cool with spring and it was still dark outside, but the weather was sure to be nicer than yesterday.

When Sgt. Lynch had woken him up it felt like he hadn’t been asleep for more than an instant. It couldn’t be more than an hour or two since he had lain down. He had gotten out of bed startled and followed mechanically out to the maintenance shed. Walking home at the end of his night shift, Manik had known he would get some penance for disobeying Lynch’s order, but he hadn’t known it would be so soon.

After just over an hour of scrubbing Manik had cleaned half of the outhouses. If he didn’t hurry up he would be late for breakfast before he finished. Every once in a while someone would come and use the facilities then asking why he was cleaning and chatting for a time before going on with their morning. His stomach gave out a grumble. ~swish, swish, swish~

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on March 16, 2006, 02:20:23 AM
At five bells, Lynch walked up to the outhouses and looked in, Manik was just finishing up.  "Manik, nice job. Now go wash out the pail and brush, making sure you put it back exactly where you took it from. Then take a bath, grab some chow and then get your butt out on the practice field.  I talked to the Captain, and he told me no permanant reprimand, but I am to do what I think is appropriate for you to remember never, that is never disobey the orders of your superiors. There are exceptions, there always are."

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on March 22, 2006, 01:31:23 AM
Sgt Lynch

Lynch, along with the other guards not on duty was preparing the training ground. "Sarge, do you want me to take out the dummies?" Dean asked.

"Nope, we already have one, a live one, as soon as he shows up." Lynch replied.

The other guards looked at each other curiously and then smiles crept across their faces. They had all heard about Manik and what he had done last night during his watch, some even had spoken to him as he cleaned out their outhouses.  Dean just grimmaced and slowly shook his head, wondering what the Sarge had in mind for his friend, now.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on March 22, 2006, 03:50:23 PM
After putting the brush and pail back in the maintenance shed, Manik went off to do just what Lynch said. He felt tired and dirty, but the bath did wonders for both. Feeling refreshed he made his way over to the mess hall.

Spotting Dean eating his meal with some of the others from their squad, Manik grabbed some food and sat down with them. “Ow was it?” asked Dean as he scooped up some porridge. With a groan, “Don’t ask,” replied Manik. Most of the squad put in their comments about Manik’s punishment. It appeared word spread fast. As they ate some left and others joined, most seeming to have something to say about outhouses. Halfway through the bowl of porridge, Sgt. Thom Henderson sat down across from Manik. Manik’s sergeant didn’t look happy either and it was obvious during the first few silent moments that he was going to say something. With a long breath Thom leaned forward and finally spoke, “I talked to Lynch about what happened and about your punishment. You did a brave thing, but you disobeyed an order. Whether or not you believe it, that order was for your benefit. So I want to hear that you did everything that Lynch has planned.” Henderson made to get up but then turned back. “And…. Just so you know. If you ever disobey an order I give you, I will make what Lynch has planned for you feel like a holiday.”

Manik jogged the short distance to the practice yard. After breakfast, Manik had gone back to put on his armour. Manik strode up to Sgt. Lynch. “Sarge, reporting for duty.”

(OOC: Post could have been better, but I’m tired and not in a great mood for writing.))

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on March 23, 2006, 03:45:23 AM
Lynch stood silent as he watched Manik approach.  "I am reporting for duty", he said.  A small smile crept across the Sarge's face then he turned to the other men. "It seems our live dummy has arrived."

Some laughter broke out until Lynch stared at them and it suddenly stopped, he turned back to Manik. "Alright dummy, I am glad to see that you are wearing your armour, for you are going to need it as well as all of the skills you have learned so far." He then addressed the other men.

"Last night, our dummy tried to stop a fight between two drunken sailors even after I told him not to interfere. Which was a direct order. Now troops who can tell me what happens to a person when a direct order is not obeyed."

"They are punished, Sarge!" They all shouted.

"Correct! The person is punished accordingly.  I already had our dummy clean the outhouses, maybe some of you had seen him.  That was his punishment for disobeying me. but," and another wider smile crept across his face, then frowned, "He will now be taught why he should not have disobeyed my order.  He was not aware of his surroundings.  This lesson boys, and you too dummy, may one day save your lives and your units.  Always, I repeat, always be aware of your surroundings.  Do not be completely focused on what is in front of you."

"Dummy here was focused on the two drunken sailors and did not see the many eyes attached to the many other sailors and cutthroats that were watching.  So I want to teach him and you what it would feel like if you were attacked by a mob."

"Go and stand in the middle of the circle, dummy, and take a wooden sword with you." Lynch ordered.  "Once our dummy is in the middle I want at least two, maybe three attack him, using wooden swords of course, we would not want our dummy killed."

Lynch looked over at Manik, who had made his way to the center of the ring. "Are you ready, dummy?" He asked.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on March 27, 2006, 03:36:23 PM
"It seems our live dummy has arrived."

Manik’s brow drew up at that one. Suddenly he had a heavy feeling that this training session wouldn’t be what he had thought it would be. Being honest he had pretty much been looking forward to it. He knew Lynch would work him hard to make it a punishment but it would be better than scrubbing outhouses and would make him a better guard to boot. It’s funny how when your superior refers to you with the words “live dummy” that outhouses seem to smell all that much sweeter.

The other guards seemed to enjoy Lynch’s speech, yelling in agreement and laughing. Manik didn’t blame them for getting excited. If he wasn’t the one about to be beat on, he would probably do the same. Watching a spar was good sport. At least Dean didn’t look too impressed. Taking a deep breath, Manik retrieved a wooden sword, put on his helmet and walked out into the practice ring. It was a going to be a gorgeous day outside today.

"Once our dummy is in the middle I want at least two, maybe three attack him, using wooden swords of course, we would not want our dummy killed. Are you ready, dummy?"


Manik was the newest guard. Every other man here was more skilled with a sword than he was. I am definitely going to hurt tomorrow. No, embrace it. If he had to get beaten he might as well give his attackers something to groan about tomorrow as well. Taking the stance Lynch had taught him yesterday, Manik nodded he was ready. Pain heals, chicks dig scars, and glory lasts forever. Maybe women like big ugly black bruises as well.

Lynch gave the go ahead, and a couple men stepped out from the circle surrounding the ring. There were more than two or three but after a few glances, a few stepped back. Three men now, one in front one to the right and one behind. He remembered seeing two of them this morning. They came slowly raising their swords. The one in front had a wicked smile on his face, obviously sure of his victory. Manik knew he was going to lose, it was what he chose to do before that happened that mattered. The one with the smile definitely had to lose it. Manik turned to the man behind him, putting smiley at his back. As soon as he did so he heard the man grunt and rush his back. Instantly Manik spun back around and made a simple block. The man’s momentum put him off balance, and Manik manoeuvred himself around smiles away from his other two attackers. Smiles turned to make a low attack but Manik parried and made a quick slash across the man’s side. Smiles was out, and didn’t appear to be so smiley anymore. A small victory won, but not the war. He had caught them off guard, but he wouldn’t be able to again. The other two combatants started closing in.  

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on March 28, 2006, 02:10:23 AM
Lynch watched and a small smile crept across his face for a blink, then it disappeared as he watched Manik disperse one of his attackers and the man left the fighting arena.  Lynch gave the man a disapproving look.  He nodded for another man to enter the ring in his place, and then continued to watch. "Act like a mob, instead of soldiers," was all he said as he nodded for Dean to join in the fray.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on March 28, 2006, 03:28:23 PM
"Act like a mob, instead of soldiers,"

Manik noticed Dean enter the ring to his right. Manik kept moving, trying to lure his attackers into a bad move. Didn’t work, they weren't going to be caught off guard. Dean didn’t press in on Manik’s side as hard as he should, showing he was hesitant. The other two were doing a fine enough job by themselves, however, and Manik had only moments to do something. The others were motioning for Dean to make a move, and after a second he did so, but not with enough enthusiasm and Manik made a block. Unfortunately, in that moment the others closed in. Manik tried to maneuver the sword and dance away, but the closer one made two quick attacks, and landed a blow to Manik’s side, what would be a killing blow.

Everyone in the ring paused for half a second and looked to Lynch for instruction on what to do. Shouts from the other guards lining the ring invaded Manik’s thoughts.

((OOC: Keep it going please, I have something in mind. It will become much more mob like. :thumbup ))

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on March 29, 2006, 01:44:23 AM
"Dean if you ever attack like that again, I will have you in the center instead of Manik.  I said attack like a mob! A mob does not wait, does not hesitate, they attack. You, the one, who struck a nice blow, why are you looking at me? Finish the job, you others, as soon as a man is cut or is down, don't let him get up! Crawl all over him, stabbing, kicking, beating until he does not move.  That is how a mob attacks! The rest of you...Attack!!" Lynch roared.

Suddenly another six men roared and rushed forward brandishing their swords. Lynch smiled and wondered what Manik would do now?

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on March 30, 2006, 03:07:23 PM
A few of the soldiers including the one who had landed the blow on Manik looked at the taskmaster as if he had gone mad. They were a minority though, and at Lynches roar six men sprang from the edge of the ring running towards Manik while giving their own battle cries. The entire time taken to pause for Lynch’s direction had only taken a moment and Manik had barely had time to start stretching his side where he had been hit.

Suddenly Manik was being rushed at by more than half a dozen men. If he stayed still he was a goner. Rushing to the right he tried to manoeuvre through the attackers so he wasn’t in the middle. He made to attack one man and push him back arching his blade high to low to try and intimidate. Somewhere in there that attempt failed. Manik was struck on the arm, across the back, and on the helm. He paused after being hit, and was struck again across the left shoulder. Quickly he rushed another man ahead of him. This time it worked and he was able to break free a bit from the rest.

Manik knew his situation was helpless, Lynch was going to make his point. But to sit and just take it never even entered into Manik’s mind as a possibility. Standing still was suicide, so he ran. Out and around the outside of the ring, keeping his sword to the inside and trying to parry away the attacks that came at him. Manik tried to block as much as he could, but in just a few strides he took two more blows. The line of soldiers outside the ring put out their hands trying to push him back in the middle. Running, he tried to make another block and suddenly his legs left the ground. Manik got his hand out, but the air was knocked from his lungs as he ploughed into the ground. Someone lining the ring must have tripped him. A moment and then a few quick blows rained on him as his attackers pounced on their prey. He rolled twice to get away and then stopped on his back to strike with his sword. Figures suddenly loomed above him and his sword was kicked from his grasp. Feet stamped down on him, and more blows continued to pound him. A bunch more men must have joined in the assault since the six had entered. Lynch wanted a mob, and Lynch got a mob.

After a few moments of being beaten on the ground, legs and bodies suddenly tripped over Manik and the yells of his attackers changed pitch. A hand was thrust in front his face then around his wrist and helped pull him to his feet. It was Dean. Seeing Manik was up Dean lunged into the others swinging his sword in a flurry. He moved strong and fierce against the opposition. Searching the ground Manik quickly swept up his sword. Dean’s attack was pushed back and they stood side by side. Manik’s body hurt almost all over, but he readied himself for defence as much as he could. Dean’s action seemed to put anger in the others’ eyes and they approached in a predatory manor. Manik couldn’t help but worry this mob wasn’t just for training practice anymore.  

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on March 31, 2006, 01:32:23 AM
Lynch was watching with satisfaction when the men finally attacked Manik like a mob would.  Manik fought valiantly and he was smart, Lynch gave him that and it raised his appraisal of the young man a few notches; most would have just stood there and try to battle, or just take tail and run. Though Manik, ran, he stayed within the ring and got in a few good blows himself.

When Manik, fell and the others pounced as a mob would, Lynch walked closer to the fray to keep an eye on things to make sure that Manik would not get real hurt.  He was about to call it off, sensing that Manik had finally learned his lesson when Dean surprised him and everyone else by attacking his fellow soldiers and helped Manik back upon his feet; now both men, back to back, with swords in their hands faced the others and Lynch could see in the others eyes that this had turned into more than just an exercise; someone was going to get hurt.

"Alright, that is enough! Stand down!" Lynch roared.

The men did not, or would not listen as they continued their advance upon Manik and Dean. Lynch stepped forward and roared again; his voice scaring a flock of birds into the air. "I said, desist. Stop! Put your weapons down and get into formation! That is an order!!"

Three of the men hesitated, and finally put down their swords and stepped back.  A large boned man, with a nose that looked liked it had been broken and had healed wrong shouted back. "But Sarge, Dean cheated. We can still take them." He replied menancingly, glaring at Dean.

"I will not repeat myself again, Ungworth, stand down. Put your weapons on the ground and that includes you too, Manik and Dean and back into formation."

Ungworth, stopped as well as the others he was leading. "This is not over with," he whispered as he spat upon the ground in front of Dean, then threw his weapon down, the others followed, and then he and the others got into formation.

Lynch waited for Dean and Manik to follow suit. He frowned, he did not want bad blood between the men, but now his plan seemed to have backfired.  Secretly he was proud of Dean backing up his friend against seemingly insurmountable odds. In real battle that is the way soldiers should fight, but sadly most did not get that lesson, such as Ungworth.  He will have to put distance between Dean and Manik and Ungworth until Ungworth cooled down a bit.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on April 07, 2006, 02:26:23 PM
Manik felt a wash of relief flow over him when Lynch stepped in yelling for the others to stand down. Manik watched as the other guards finally obeyed Lynch’s command, all the while bent over sucking air into his lungs. As the frenzy of battle faded the pain made its unwelcome but expected appearance. Manik could feel his muscles stiffen up and spots go tender where he had been struck. If he had to fight now, he would probably be useless. As Sgt. Lynch ordered them into formation, the man who had spoken up, Ungworth, took the opportunity to sneak in a harsh whisper. "This is not over with." Manik watched as Ungworth then spat in front of Dean’s boot. Dean’s face was a difficult mask of anger, determination and worry, but he said nothing and calmly watched Ungworth stalk away.

Dean turned to Manik with a face of concern. “You awright?” he asked, giving Manik a tap on the back with his sword. “Yeah,” replied Manik in somewhat of a daze. He let his sword slip from his hand. He had meant to elaborate on that short statement, but was ushered along by Dean to get into formation. He would thank Dean when he got the chance. Standing straight, he waited to see what Lynch was going to have them do now.  

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on April 08, 2006, 12:58:23 AM
Dean and Manik finally joined the formation. "All right, I think I have made my point. Have I not Manik?" Lynch asked, but continued on as if knowing the answer Manik would give. "However, some of you may think Dean cheated by jumping in and protecting Manik.  In one way, yes. In another no.  I will let you think about that riddle as you go shower, and then get to your regular assignments.  Manik, after your shower go see the barrack's healer, Dean I want you in my office. Now dismissed."

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on April 13, 2006, 03:02:23 PM
Sgt. Lynch had certainly made his point, not that Manik would take back what he did last night anyway. Manik wasn’t quite sure what Lynch meant by Dean’s actions being fair or not. Manik sure as hell thought it was fair, they were still outnumbered at least 4 to 1.

Quote:
“In one way, yes. In another no. I will let you think about that riddle as you go shower, and then get to your regular assignments. Manik, after your shower go see the barrack's healer, Dean I want you in my office. Now dismissed."


The guards quickly scattered, and so Dean and Manik made their way to the showers.

“Hey Dean…” Manik paused as he wasn’t quite sure how to show his appreciation for what Dean jumping in for him. “…Thanks.” It just didn’t seem quite adequate.

“Well you know I couldn’t have them beat you to a pulp…” Dean replied, “….. I mean I need you to watch my back, how can you do that if you can’t you are too beaten to move.” A silent two steps followed, and then Dean looked at Manik again. “Your welcome, anytime.” And Manik knew Dean understood.

Taking off his armour was painful, but he tried to keep his flinching down so the others couldn’t see. Manik showered quickly and dressed again in his guard uniform. His body was already starting to yellow from the bruises. He walked back to his bunk to drop off his armour, said ‘later’ to Dean and made his way to the Healer.

The Nyermersys guard had a number of healers employed. Most of the time they worked at the hospital, where they got more use of their skills, but one always stayed at the barracks to see minor wounds on soldiers. Manik hurt all over, and took a mental note of that fact as he walked through the door of the infirmary.


Private Dean

“Alright, well I’ll see ya later Manik, I don’t want to keep Lynch waiting too long in his office.” He gave Manik a dramatic face of worry, and they both laughed.

As he stood in front of Lynch’s door, he hoped there would be no answer when he knocked. Most Sergeants didn’t have their own office, but Lynch being a taskmaster did. He assumed he was probably in trouble for interfering in Lynch’s demonstration, but Lynch hadn’t seemed too mad when it had happened. Deciding there was nothing to do but actually see what it was about, Dean made three quick knocks.

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on April 14, 2006, 01:28:23 AM
Sgt. Lynch

"Enter," Lynch replied when he heard the three knocks upon his door.  He was standing, pouring himself a cup of tea when his door was knocked upon.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on April 14, 2006, 01:23:23 PM
Private Dean Winters

When Dean stepped into the office, Sergeant Lynch was pouring himself tea. Planting himself beside the guest chair, Dean stood erect at attention. “You requested I come to your office, Sergeant,” he gave in a strong voice.

Keeping his head straight but looking around with eyes, Dean could see the office was small and simple. He thought it fitted Lynch, also considering it probably didn’t get put too much use. It was adorned with mostly only what was needed, nothing fancy. It had a large window though, which let in the mid-day sun giving the office a fresh feel. If Dean had an office, he would hand banners and portraits and such. He couldn’t read, but he would have a slogan written by a scribe on a banner or something to hang behind his desk. He would make it comfortable, that way he might actually spend time there. But that was a big ‘if’ seeing as he didn’t have an office nor the money to fund the vision.

Dean’s mind wandered back to his present circumstance, and he waited for Lynch to speak. He hoped the man didn’t give his punishment for tonight. Their squad had the night off, and Vanin had mentioned taking Manik out on the town for a night to welcome him. Dean had received the same, and it had been almost too much fun to handle. He dreaded missing such a great time again with his friends. Focusing his gaze straight ahead, Dean knew if Lynch was going to punish him, it would be as soon as possible, and there would be nothing to do about it. Standing there, he repeated words in his brain willing Lynch not to be mad. Please don’t be mad. Please don’t be mad. Please…oh it’s hopeless!

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on April 19, 2006, 01:33:23 AM
Sgt Lynch

"Private, at ease."  Lynch went and sat behind his desk, took a slow sip of his tea and began to write down on some parchment. "Dean what you did was disobey an order. I should give you the same treatment I gave to Manik."  Lynch stopped writing and looked up. "However, you instictively and bravely helped your friend and soldier, something I do not think others would have done or would have learned the lesson of my riddle."

"From now on you and Manik will be paired up with everything you do; eat, sleep, walk, talk, guard duty, training, everything.  I will talk with your own personal Sgt's to make sure.  I want you two characters to be so close to one another, that eventually you should be able to know what the other is thinking, or will do in any given situation, even if you were leagues apart.  Is that understood?" Lynch asked.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on April 19, 2006, 10:37:23 AM
Private Dean Winters

Dean was a bit confused. First he thought he was going to be punished, then rewarded, and now he wasn’t quite sure which one it was.

Manik was a nice guy and seemed normal enough. This was only the second day Dean had known him afterall, what if he turned out to be psycho. He was sure that wouldn’t happen and already felt considerable friendship for Manik, but the thought still lingered. And anyways, if he was going to be as close to Manik as the guy’s shadow, which is what Lynch seemed to want, then he would find out who Manik really was soon enough.

Again Dean wondered whether he was being punished or not, and if this was all that Lynch required. It seemed like a consequence more than a punishment, and if he was allowed to go out with the squad tonight, he was all for it. He understood that most of all. “Yes, Sergeant.”

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on April 20, 2006, 12:18:23 AM
"Dismissed, private and go get some chow.  I will tell Manik the same thing I told you when he get here.  I expect my orders to be obeyed starting today. Is that understood?" He asked before Dean could leave.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on April 20, 2006, 12:49:23 PM
Well that was a basically a waste of time, thought Manik. The healer had asked Manik to take off his shirt and then to perform a number of motions while the man went on in a monologue about what he was checking for. The only thing that made the visit slightly worthwhile was the satisfying expression on the healer’s face when Manik took of his shirt. It had only been half a bell, but already yellowed skin of forming bruises covered his body. Quite satisfying, that is until the man started poking some of them. His worst injury was a severely bruised rib, but nothing broken. The healer had given him a leaf to chew on to dull any pain, but Manik had the feeling it was more for the sake of just giving him something than for actual treatment. Now walking out the infirmary door, Manik wondered how Dean’s meeting with Lynch had gone. Hopefully Lynch hadn’t thought up another brilliant punishment this time for his friend

***

Dean gave a clear “Yes Sergeant” before leaving Lynch’s office. Making his way towards the mess hall, he saw Manik crossing the ground.

“Hey Manik!” Dean called, and when they got closer “Whad the healer have to say?”

“Hey! Well terrible news…” Manik gave a dramatic sigh, “The healer says I got beat up. Who’da thought!” They both chuckled. “How’d it go with Lynch?”

“Not bad, I think he wants to see you too. I’ll leave it up to him to tell you his new idea. Listen, I’m going to go grab something to eat at the mess hall, I’ll see ya later.”

Manik gave him a suspicious look. “Alright, I guess I’ll go to his office. Catch you later.”

Walking across the grounds, Manik made his way through the garrison to Lynch’s office, and knocked on the door, and when a voice replied he entered.

Manik Targin

Edited by: Manik Targin at: 4/20/06 8:05


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on April 22, 2006, 07:01:23 AM
Closing the door as he walked out of Lynch’s office, Manik felt pretty good. Although Dean had made it obvious that the sergeant’s idea wasn’t terrible, Manik had still been somewhat nervous about finding out. Dean had jumped in the mob to save him, and if there was anyone so far that he would choose to be tied to Manik supposed it would be Dean. True, being that close for a lengthy period of time they would probably get sick of each other. But hopefully they could become good friends before that happened. Manik could see somewhat what Lynch was trying to create here; having someone you could trust to watch your back and be able to anticipate would be valuable beyond belief. The only question is whether forcing such a relationship would end up working. Exiting the garrison main building, Manik made his way towards the mess hall.

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on April 23, 2006, 01:19:23 AM
Lt. Farrel

Lt. Farrel saw Manik cross the garrison grounds heading toward the chow hall. He had just read the report of Sgt. Lynch and was of two minds about it; one, he was saddened that Dean had disobeyed orders and yet he was also a bit proud of how Manik and Dean had stood up as a fighting pair.  Something sadly lacking among soldiers these days.  For some reason or other, most men who came into the army, just did it for themselves; either running away from something or someone, or hoping that the army would teach them some sort of trade and give them money...mostly money, but what salary most got, was usually spent on ale or women or both.

"Manik, Manik Targin!" He yelled across the grounds. "Come here."  He waited until Manik came.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on April 23, 2006, 04:08:23 PM
Manik heard his name called and swivelled his head looking for the source. Spotting Lt. Farrel, a smile lit his lips. “Come here.” Farrel hollered, so Manik picked up his feet into a light and also slightly painful jog. Coming to a stop in front of the man, “Good morning Lieutenant Farrel,” greeted Manik cheerfully along with a proud salute. He was glad to see the man, and it brightened his mood a bit. He was about to ask how he was doing, but decided he would let the officer have the first go.  

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on April 25, 2006, 03:51:23 AM
Farrel returned the salute. "Manik I see you are heading for the chow hall. How about I take you and Dean to Brok's instead for some real good food. I want to talk to you both."

Farrel led Manik toward the chow hall, they found Dean almost getting ready to sit down and eat.  Farrel called him out and they all three left.

Rest in Brok's.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on August 02, 2006, 12:28:23 AM
Lt. Farrel

Returning from Brok's

Farrel sat with his feet propped up upon his desk.  He had a cup of strong tea in his hands, his head was leaning back against the chair, his eyes closed; he looked liked he was sleeping, but that was far from the truth.  His mind was working overtime.

He went over the events of that afternoon.  The probabilities of asking Manik and Dean to join his special "unit"  It was not the asking, but the where he asked it, that was the "itch" that plagued him.  It was careless and stupid of him to mention such a top secret project outside of the garrison walls.  Someone could have heard.  

The barmaid, Dia had already. And though she promised to keep her mouth shut and even when the Earl made the veiled threat against her, she promised...but could she keep that promise??  Probably, he thought.  But what about others who may have overheard their conversation: there were many people in the inn that afternoon.

He shook his head and then took a sip of his tea.  Dean and Manik had not given their replies yet.  Manik was a thinker, a good trait as far as Farrel was concerned.  He was honest and loyal.  He smiled as he thought of the way Manik held his temper when the Earl addressed him.  He kind of reminded him of himself when he told the Earl his sister was a whore.

He shrugged his shoulders, put his feet back down upon the floor, sighed as he looked at the mounds of paperwork in front of him and began to work wondering when Manik and Dean would give him their  replies.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on August 11, 2006, 01:27:23 PM
For the rest of the afternoon Manik and Dean had guard duty with their squad around the garrison. It was a pretty good shift, as everyone’s positions changed periodically so that boredom wouldn’t sink in too far. Manik didn’t notice but when he wasn’t around the squad discussed plans for the celebration that night. At the end of the shift they all made their way to the mess hall and that was when Manik caught that something was up. Not that it was all that hard. He knew they had the night off, and when he asked what they would do, everyone just replied that he would just see and gave a knowing smile. It was completely irritating.

After dinner as they were heading off back to their quarters to get changed out of their uniforms, Dean suddenly decided he had somewhere to go. Manik asked what was up, but only got another knowing smile and “Just something.” He knew he wouldn’t get anything so he resigned to just let him go.

Back in their squad quarters a couple of the others were playing Skull’s Gaze with some dice in the common area. Some were still in their uniforms, some not, but all gave Manik a knowing smile as he strode in. Not even bothering to ask, he just went to get changed. Taking off his armour was rapture as he pulled off his leather. Sitting for a second to enjoy the transition, he moved on to his boots. With the first one he let out a loud groan and leaned back as he flexed his toes out. Taking off his other he did the same, but when he leaned back he noticed a piece of paper on the floor. Then it suddenly collided with his brain, the note from Dia! He had forgotten about it all afternoon. With that smile of hers though, he was surprised he still remembered his own name. He picked it up and unfolded it.

((OOC- Dean is moving back to Brok's))

Manik Targin

Edited by: Manik Targin at: 8/11/06 5:27


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Morghan Nichole on August 21, 2006, 08:28:23 AM
After a short walk Morghan and Thomas came to the lieutenant's office. Thomas pulled his arm from her and knocked loudly.

"Sir... I have a woman here... She can not speak... The other guards... Nat and a few others gave her quite a fright..."

They awaited an answer in silence... he looked to her quietly for a moment before looking away. Her glance was on him a moment later, before she too looked away.

"As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd stay away."



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on August 21, 2006, 08:59:23 AM
Farrel was about to call it a night when he heard a knock. He thought immediately that it was either Manik or Dean or maybe both, but then he heard a different voice from the other side of the door.  It was muffled and he could not quite hear. "Enter," he said loudly.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Morghan Nichole on August 21, 2006, 09:08:23 AM
Thomas opened the door quietly, grabbing Morghan's arm lightly and pulling her with him. He nodded his head in silence towards Lt. Farrel in respect and spoke.

"This woman was wandering around the city... Nat and the others gave her quiet a fright as well as a few bruises because she ran... but she can not speak... what should we do with her?"

Morghan looked to Farrel quietly before turning her eyes away. She looked to the ground in silence, without moving a muscle other than to swallow dryly and then lick her lips. She was unsure what to do and this Farrel man seemed a dangerous man. Her eyes wandered slightly around the room... scanning it for a way out should she need one.

"As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd stay away."



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on August 23, 2006, 12:45:23 AM
Farrel listened as Thomas spoke.  He frowned when he heard what Nat and the others had done to the girl.  He then turned his eyes upon her.  She was dirty, and unkempt and her hair hung almost down to her knees.  But Farrel could see that with a bath, some fresh clothes she would be very pretty, even beautiful. As he continued to look at her, she would not look at him, but continually was looking around, as if she were a caged animal looking for a way to escape.

Finally Farrel spoke, "Well done, Thomas.  I will have a word with Nat and the others when they are done with their shift.  You say she does not speak. How do you know?"

"Well Sir, in a way she told me.  I know she can hear us and when I spoke to her in a kind, gentle way, she pointed to her mouth and shook her head no.  I just guessed that she could not speak."

"Hmm I see.  Ok. Let's see if she knows how to write."  He took out a small piece of parchment and his ink well along with his quill pen and put it in front of the young girl. "Miss, if you can understand me and can write could you please write your name down."  Farrel asked, looking into her eyes.

It was then, when he looked into her eyes that he, beyond his own control or not even knowing why, became smitten with her.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Morghan Nichole on August 23, 2006, 10:40:23 PM
Morghan remained silent, standing somewhat behind Thomas as he spoke with Farrel. Morghan could feel Farrel's eyes boring into her flesh and she got slight goosebumps, keeping her eyes off him and to the ground.

She listened to the two men speak about her and lifted her eyes to Farrel when he asked her to write. She frowned slightly and shook her head slowly, she did not know how to write, but she could put words together to make him know her name.

She stepped forward silently and lifted her leg, pointing to her knee. Then she moved to the wall and pointed to a small hole within it. This was the only way she could think of...

Knee + hole = Nichole... Hopefully he would think of the two words and put them together as it was not too uncommon of a woman's name. She looked in silence to him... wondering if he would get it.

She was thankful she had decided to forgo her first name... she would be safer hopefully from her step father in forgetting her first name, not to mention it would be aweful hard to explain her first name.

"well that was some grand signing..."

Her demon whispered with a grin.

"Shuddup"

She snarled mentally, walking back towards Farrel and taking a kick at the demon who disappeared. She frowned slightly as she noticed Farrel and Thomas looking at her oddly and she shrugged lightly... hopefully they will think she was kicking at a bug or something.

She moved back behind Thomas slightly, lifting her eyes for only a moment to look to Farrel.

The way he looked at her made her a little nervous and she hid herself from him behind Thomas.

"As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd stay away."



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Naya More'ek on August 23, 2006, 11:41:23 PM
Thomas looked at the woman as Farrel asked her to write down her name. He realised she was actually pretty, despite her unkempt look. He hadn't seen it before in the hussle with Nat, but she was.
As she shook her head, he caught the look of frustration on her face. Then she pointed to her leg and afterwards to something in the wall. Legwall? Nah, that seemed unlikely. He moved closer to the wall, and saw what she had pointed at. But Leghole was still a very unlikely option. In his mind he went over her first motion again, realising that it had been her knee that she had pointed to. Kneehole? It still seemed unlikely, but it somehow rang a small bell. Kneehole, kneehole, kneehole... it mulled over in his mind, but he couldn't get the ringing bell to come closer.
Just as he redirected his eyes towards her, he saw her kick her foot. There was nothing to be seen there, and it was a strange place to be bothered by an insect. He was usually only bothered by them when they were flying around his face. Oh, well, she'd probably had a reason.

He caught his mind wandering off towards his mother, who was now waiting for him. Nick, the neighbours called his mother Nick. It was short for... Nichole? Kneehole? It was just possible that she had meant that. It would be such a coincidence, but it could be. He had known stranger coincidences, happening to himself or people around him.

"Uhm... do you mean Nichole?" he asked her, almost shy. What if he wasn't right and she was angry at him? But he had to give it a shot, somehow they should know her name, and if he wasn't right she could maybe try pointing to something else to give them a clue.  



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on August 24, 2006, 11:35:23 PM
Farrel was a bit puzzled when he saw what the young girl was doing and was a bit ashamed when Thomas had tried to figure out that she was trying to tell them her name, that is if he got it correct, he was more interested in her leg.  Finally he shook all thoughts of the young girl from his mind. "Very good Corporal Thomas. I hope you are correct."

He stood up, took a cup and made some tea and then placed it in front of her.  He motioned to the young girl to take a seat and then talked gently to her, "Miss, is that your name? Is Nichole your name?"  He waited paitently for her to answer.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Morghan Nichole on August 25, 2006, 12:18:23 AM
Morghan nodded quickly as Thomas said her name. She smiled softly at him before turning her eyes back to Farrel.

Farrel stood and walked towards Morghan and she stepped back slightly, but her gave her some tea and questioned her name. She slowly sat down, leaning back a little... wow... she forgot how comfortable chairs could be... she had spent much of her time sitting in trees and upon the ground as of late.

She took the tea quietly and eyed it... She brought it to her lips... making it look like she was drinking it but she was actually smelling it. It smelled well enough so she sipped it quietly.

She was still ready to run should the need arise... both men were silent for a few moments as she sipped her tea and looked around the room.

Her legs caught her attention... they were filthy and she frowned a little... how she must look to these men. She sighed slightly and looked to them... she wanted to take a bath badly but how would she tell them that. She could always draw a lake or river or something... but would they understand that?

"As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd stay away."



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on August 26, 2006, 12:35:23 AM
Farrel was puzzled as he sat and silenty watched the young girl.  He did not know why she behaved like she did when he looked at her or even when he stood up and she tried to hide behind Thomas.  She smiled at Thomas, but with him, she seemed liked he was a thorny bush even though he tried as best as he could to be a gentleman and kind to her.

She shook her head at the name of Nichole. Well at least we know her name.  But if she does not speak, or write, how in Coor's name are we supposed to communicate with her.  This game of pointing to things and trying to figure out what she is trying to tell us would take all night just to finish a complete thought.  He sat there silently thinking of how to communicate with Nichole better and even more to the point, what to do with her?

Finally he shrugged his shoulders. "Well Corporal, I cannot think of a way to communicate with Nichole here, except with the way we were doing, and that seems awfully difficult.  She seems to very intelligent and she seems to like you. Do you have room for her until I can figure out what do with her? I certainly cannot keep her here, besides I think if I tried she would try and escape."

He waited for Thomas's reply.

Capher.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Naya More'ek on August 26, 2006, 01:19:23 AM
Thomas was silent for a short time as he considered the Lieut's question. On the one hand, if he took this girl home, he could imagine his mother's shock. Bringing home a girl she didn't know, for what reason? But on the other hand, he couldn't risk putting her up at Brok's Rest. If Nat and the others found her there and decided to take revenge because he had interfered earlier, he didn't want to know what they would do to her. Besides, it was not the best place for a lady alone to be. He'd just have to explain to his mother what had happened.

"Yessir, we have a spare room at home. It used to be my sister's room, until she married and moved away. I have to go home to see my mother in any case, so I can take her with me and let her rest a bit."

At Farrels nod he turned to Nichole. Again, he held out his arm. "Coming, M'lady? We'll take a slightly longer route, so that you don't have to look at that bull Nat's face again." Again, the same mischievous grin lit up his face, revealing what he had looked like as a boy. "His shift is still on. When we're there, you can freshen up, take a bath if you so wish, and I'll explain everything to my mother."

With that, he waited for her to take his arm.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on August 26, 2006, 10:35:23 AM
“Iiiffff, if. Yoow, yow, you, you,” Manik read to himself trying to decipher Dia’s note.

Manik wasn’t very good at reading. His parents had never pushed him to learn and so his only practice had been the result of his own curiosity and thirst for adventure tales the local inn kept for guests.

Before Manik could get to the third word, Vanin strode in through the doorway with his uniform disheveled. “What’s that you’re doin, eh?”

“Uh, nothing,” replied Manik trying to make the note disappear, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Well,” announced the Cpl. with an exaggerated sigh, “Sound interesting… so you can either tell me what it is, or I can make something up to tell everyone. And keep in mind I have quite the imagination.” Vanin finished with a wink.

Manik pulled out the note in defeat. He knew Vanin wasn’t lying. Why in just the last few days Manik had known him, Vanin had told stories even a court bard would scoff at.  

Handing it to Vanin he explained, “I went with Dean and Lt. Farrel to Brok’s for lunch. The barmaid serving us was nice. Long story short, I got this.” For a number of reasons he wanted to keep it simple without too much detail. It gave Vanin less to talk about. Vanin gave him a suspicious look, and then gave the note a quick look.

“Hmm, well I heard you trying to read it,” he confessed sitting down on Manik’s bunk beside him. “And I’m certainly no scholar, but I know how to read a little. Let’s see if I can help.” Manik was surprised and grateful. It showed a different side of Vanin, one not so roguish. Now Vanin would get to see what the note said, but at least he was going to help find out what it said. With both of them staring down at the creased little piece of parchment, Manik went on to read. “Hay, Hayve, have.”  And with Vanin’s help Manik was able to read what the note said.

“If you have time meet me. Close tonight off tomorrow. I have a room here,” he read aloud once they were done.

((OOC – I’ll write more later))

Manik Targin



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Morghan Nichole on August 29, 2006, 10:44:23 PM
Morghan took Thomas' arm quietly... smiling a little. She looked back to Farrel quietly for a split second before letting Thomas pull her forward. The thought of a bath sounded great and she nodded rapidly at the idea.

They walked in silence, her eyes scanning the area quickly for the other guards, always tense, always cautious because she really did not want to run into them again...

They passed a ship and she pointed, pulled from Thomas' arm and headed towards it curiously. It was larger than any ship she had ever seen and the creeking of the wood caught her attention. She smiled slightly as she looked to it... there were other guards around the ship so she quickly moved back to Thomas to avoid them.

As they walked she saw all the makings of the city... this place was so large... how would she ever avoid getting lost?

She looked to Thomas again and smiled softly... Farrel had seemed annoyed by her... but she did not know why. Had she been rude? or was it because she was a nobody, a servant and he didn't have time to bother with the likes of her? It didn't matter.

She was so tired, dirty... hungry. She leaned her head against Thomas' shoulder for a moment, closing her eyes for a few fleeting seconds as he lead her towards his home.

She really didn't feel comfortable being left alone with his family... she didn't know any of them, but then again she didn't know Thomas either.

"As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd stay away."



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on December 13, 2006, 07:53:18 AM
The dull pain seeped into the world peeking over the horizon of his mind. It was unwelcome and he tried to hide from it in a deep dark corner. The dark calm only settled for a moment before the pain found him again. Nagging, it beckoned him and this time he followed it.

As he woke up Manik put a hand to his forehead to try and ease the pain that seemed to ricochet around his skull. His tongue and throat were so dry he thought someone must have poured sand down his windpipe. A groan broke the silence as he rolled over and tried to escape back to sleep. But after a moment to no avail thought patterns weaved together to finally decide it wasn’t going to work. Sitting up he realized brought a whole new kind of pressure between his eyes, so he paused to let it dissipate. Making his way across the room he noticed that Dean was also asleep along with a few others, but most beds were empty. Manik found the jug of water and quickly made work of three glasses of it. The cool water felt like life filling him. Then slowly he made his way back to his bunk and pulled the covers over himself again. Laying on his back he stared at the bottom of the bunk over him in a daze. “Oiy,” Manik muttered as he let his senses glaze over and fall back to the dark calm.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on December 14, 2006, 01:44:27 AM
Lt. Farrel kicked open the barracks door, strong gusts of cold wind and rain swept through the room like ice knives. "Alright, wake up you sluggards! It is eight bells already! You have until I count I count to one hundred to have your bunks made and you dressed in foul weather gear, and in formation outside or else all of you will be on kitchen duty for a week! Now move!" Farrel shouted, picking up some men's bunks and turning them over if they did not move fast enough.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on January 03, 2007, 10:38:25 AM
As chaos suddenly ripped through the room Manik's mind rushed to keep up. At the command of Lt. Farrel's shouting Manik rushed to pull on his foul weather gear. The thought to object occurred but quickly vanished, it would be a serious mistake. The instantaneous hysteria reminded Manik more of Sgt. Lynch’s method of instruction than of Farrel’s. As he frantically pulled on his left boot he reminded himself it was his squad's day off, that that had been the reason they had the party last night, and finally that it didn’t matter worth a damn now. Tucking in the covers of his bunk, Manik made sure not to miss anything. He made a short effort at organizing his spare boots and the other items around his bunk. If his bunk was unorderly it wouldn’t matter if he made it out by the time the LT was finished his count or not. A quick mental checklist and he was out the door as Lt. Farrel counted 12. Falling into line he saw that Dean was already out. Manik wasn’t one of the last ones out and he could still hear Farrel shouting “8, 7, 6.” The countdown ceased at 4 and Manik let out a silent relieved sigh that the squad wouldn’t have kitchen duty. He was still catching his breath, his head pounded with the hangover, he was sure he had bags under his eyes from only having 3 hours of sleep, and to top it off the cold rain felt just delicious. Manik had the feeling that dropping dead was probably a suitable alternative at the moment.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on January 03, 2007, 11:01:55 PM
Lt. Farrel stood in front of his men waiting and watching. Finally Sgt. Lynch lumbered into view trying to fasten the last buckle of his foul weather gear to his chest.  He quickly ran to the Lt.'s side and stood at attention.  Farrel did not even look at the sarge.

"I suppose you men are wondering why I have called you out here in such wonderful weather instead of sleeping in those awful cots of yours.  The reason is standing besides me.  It seems that Sgt. Lynch authorized a party for you new recruits without inviting me. So, since I am a nice guy and would never think of not inviting my Lt. to a party I thought I would inviite you to mine.  Five league march outside of the city."

A groan was heard.

"Did I hear someone say that they wanted to party more and march five more leagues? What a delightful idea. I will think about it if I hear any more such requests. Do I hear anymore?" Farrel asked.

The only sound was the wind and rain beating upon the men's metal hats.

"Good. Now left face, forward march!"

The five squads began marching. They marched about twenty peds when Farrel shouted, "Halt!"  The squads halted.  "Alright, I think that is enough for now. Next time maybe you will think twice about inviting your Lt. to a party."  He grinned. "Back to your quarters. Dry and clean your gear and then if you want you can either go back to bed for four hours and four hours only, or grab some chow.  Private's Manik and Dean I wish to speak to you in my quarters."

Farrel turned to Sgt. Lynch. "Sgt. do your duty."

"Yes Sir, and Sir it won't happen again, Sir." Lynch stumbled out the words.

Farrel tried to keep a straight face as he answered. "I expect not, Sgt."

"No Sir, I mean yes Sir." Lynch replied. "Squad's dismissed!" Sgt Lynch barked out.

Farrel turned on his heel and walked back to his quarters, where he quickly stripped off his foul weather gear and began to dry and clean his gear.  He could have given it to one of his Sgt's to clean it, but he came up through the ranks and decided long time ago if his men had to do it, so would he.  He looked out of the window at the freezing rain and was glad he did not really have to march in this stuff.  But soon, no matter if Manik and Dean turned him down, he would be doing much worse and in weather much worse than this.  He wondered what Manik's and Dean's decision would be?  He also grinned to himself as he began to dry his gear, the metal first, for that was the part of the gear that would start to rust if not taken care of, as he thought of Manik and Dean and what he heard those two did. Imagine wrestling in a makeshift mud bath with a couple of prostitutes and...Manik lost!  Of course his pupie prize was to spend the rest of the night with that buxom waitress.  Dean, it was reported seemed to be put out by her choosing Maniik instead of him, but he found companionship soon enough.

Farrel laughed out loud as he thought of the wresting match and Manik losing.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on January 06, 2007, 09:38:29 AM
So tired. Manik had to concentrate hard to listen to what Lt. Farrel was saying. Unfortunate for Sgt. Lynch he was taking blame he didn’t truly deserve. The party had actually been authorized by Sergeant. Henderson and only for his squad which included Manik and Dean. By coincidence, however, many others from the platoon had the evening off as well and had decided to join. Sergeant Lynch had been among those, and now because he was the ranking Sergeant he was taking the blame.

Manik thought he might fall over, and when Farrel announced the five league march, he was sure this morning was to be his last.

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"Good. Now left face, forward march!"

As he moved his legs with the rest, Manik was willing himself to die inside. The thoughts of dieing were just to humour his own mind. He had no intention of falling but enjoyed dreaming about it. Plus if he did fall and didn’t die before he hit the ground he would regret it. When the LT yelled halt, it was music to his ears, any reason to stop.

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"Back to your quarters. Dry and clean your gear and then if you want you can either go back to bed for four hours and four hours only, or grab some chow.  Private's Manik and Dean I wish to speak to you in my quarters."

Apparently the lieutenant was a devious man, and perhaps a genius to boot. With great relief Manik quickly made his way back inside and stripped off his weather gear. Giving his gear a quick clean and hanging it from the end of his bunk, he donned his cloak and met Dean to make their way to Farrel’s quarters.

As they wound their way through the rain, Manik’s tired mind drifted to the previous night. Particularily how Vanin had found it so hilarious to hire prostitutes and hold a mud wrestling event. It still was a mystery to Manik how they got a ring and enough mud so quickly. Walking beside Dean in silence, he thought of how the ‘fight’ had gone.

Manik hadn’t wanted to do it, but he wasn’t going to spoil the fun, so stripped down to his underclothes he raised his arms to the crowd. The contender he faced named ‘Ecstasy’ was gorgeous and giving him quite the scandalous stare as she stalked around the ring raising the shouts from the crowd. Arms raised, Manik had just been starting to think it might be fun when Ecstasy’s face suddenly went serious. Her fist connected to his groin and a sudden flash of pain buckled Manik over. An arm wrapped from behind around his neck pulling him off balance to fall backwards into a choke hold. Prying at her arm he managed to get some pressure off his windpipe, but as Manik recalled it all went poorly from there…

The officer’s quarters were much nicer than the enlisted men’s and each officer had their own room. Dean knocked on Lt. Farrel’s door and Manik and he stood to one side at attention. They had only spoken for a couple minutes before the party the previous night about joining the lieutenant’s special unit. And at that time neither had made their decision. But now as they stood waiting for the knock to be answered Manik knew his answer.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on January 20, 2007, 02:29:21 AM
"Enter" Farrel replied when he heard the knock upon his door.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on January 24, 2007, 06:18:49 AM
Hearing a beckoning answer behind the door the two privates entered. Each gave a curteous "Sir" as they came to a halt to stand at attention beside each other a short distance into the room.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on January 24, 2007, 11:26:44 PM
Farrel looked up from reading last nights reports and saw Manik and Dean standing there at attention. "At ease" he said.  "I see that you two had quite a good time last night. Manik whatever possessed you to mud wrestle with a bunch of prostitutes?" Farrel chuckled, "And lose! At least you could have won. The mud, no pun intended, will be harder to wash off our faces and our superiors than just taking a shower."

He put the papers down. "Now to serious buisness. Have you two thought about the propostition I asked you yesterday?  What, if any, are your answers?"


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on February 20, 2007, 04:17:59 AM
Manik and Dean both looked over at each other and then almost in unison replied. "We would like to join."

Farrel smiled, he hoped that would be the answer, but he did not know and with all things not knowing was the worst. "Good, we start training after lunch. I think it would be wise not to eat too much.  We will meet here where you will become aquainted with the rest of the team and then we start training in ernst.  General "One Eye" wants us up to speed by the time the spring thaw is over, that gives us less than three weeks of training.  I will speak more when the whole team is assembled.  As of now you two are relieved off all duty.  It is eleven bells, be back here at thirteen bells, all gear packed. After the meeting you two will be sleeping elsewhere.  Are there any questions?"

Both Manik and Dean nodded no.

"Good. Dismissed"

Manik and Dean came to attention, turned on their heels and then walked out of the Lt's door, closing it behind them.

Farrel sat back in his chair. A grim smile crossed his face. This training will weed out the worst; and it could be him!

Dean looked at Manik, "Well who do you think our other teammates are going to be?"

Manik shrugged. He thought of a couple of men, but did not know either way.  "I am not sure, but I do know I have to talk to Dia."

"What about?" Dean asked.

"Last night" Manik answered.

"Don't worry. I took care of it," Dean answered, with a smile and twinkle in his eye.

"What does that mean?" Manik asked, his voice rising with anger.

Dean stared at Manik, "Hey! I did not know you were sweet on her. I thought she was coming on to me. So, when you were wrestling with the pro's I went up to her room and....

"And what?" Manik almost yelled the question.  It was a good thing that they both were out of the officer's quarters and were walking toward their barracks.

"And nothing." Dean replied.

"Nothing? What is nothing?" Manik asked.

"Nothing means nothing."

"No it does not. Does it mean nothing happend or nothing of my buisness?"

"Nothing happend. She was expecting you, not me. So I left."

Manik stopped and stared at Dean. "Are you telling me the truth?" he asked.

Dean smiled. "Would I be a friend if I tried to take my best friends girl?"

"She is not my girl." Manik said, blushing a little as they continued walking toward their barracks.

"Not yet she isn't." Dean replied with a smile upon is face.

Manik turned his head and looked at Dean with a scowl upon his face that soon turned into a smile. "Maybe," was all he said, "Maybe."


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Naya More'ek on March 01, 2007, 06:33:48 AM
Soon, too soon, Thomas found himself in front of the lieutenant's door, Nichole's arm still inside his own. With his free hand, he knocked on the door and waited for the answer that would inevitably come. He wished he could stand there forever, without having to give the silent girl next to him out of his hands.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on March 02, 2007, 01:29:19 AM
Lt. Farrel was still looking over reports and one in particular.  It astonished him that the army was not out in full force looking for the attackers that attacked the Earl.  He considered going over to the Captain's office and ask why when a knock came at his door.  He hoped it was not Manik or Dean coming to recant their decision to join the elite squad he was putting together.

"Enter" He said.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Morghan Nichole on March 02, 2007, 12:51:26 PM
**to post anything with substance I have to kinda just assume Thomas walks in... if thats not right of me... by all means I will edit it out.**

It seemed too soon that Morghan and Thomas were once again the the Lt.'s door. Thomas knocked idly looking to her and she forced herself to not look into his eyes. She didnt want to be left with this stranger, the stranger on the other side of the door but she had no choice... Thomas had to do what he was ordered and she couldnt expect him to loose his job for her.

Morghan looked to Thomas and smiled faintly and looked to the door as the Lt. on the other side bade them enter. She took a breath and followed him into the room without looking up to the Lt.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on March 03, 2007, 12:38:44 AM
Lt. Farrel saw the young lady being escorted in by the Corporal.  He quickly rose, went behind his desk and offered the young lady a chair.  She looked downcast.  Lt. Farrel racked his brain trying to remember where he had seen her before and then it hit him.  This was the mute girl that he had asked the Corporal to see to after he had brought her to him after she had been roughed up by a Sgt and some of his friends, who were now locked in the stockade comtemplating their actions.  He recalled now that he had asked the Corporal to bring her back to him today.  He had completely forgotten.

The young girl had been bathed and dressed and she was very pretty.  He tried to smile at her but she kept her face looking down, as if she did not want to be there.  He could hardly blame her; he would not want to be in the hands of strangers either.  He looked up at Thomas and saw in his eyes more than just concern; he saw care, if not the first signs of love.  This could be tricky? Farrel thought.

"Corporal I think you would be pleased to know that the Sgt and his friends who attacked this young lady are now sitting in the stockade comtemplating their actions.  When they get out they will all be busted to private and then kicked out of the army.  We do not want their kind.  I appreciate you taking care of the young lady until today.  However, I have some bad news I am afraid that I have been too busy to call upon the Earl to find out what he wants done with this young lady and if you have not heard he was attacked yesterday and is in critical, but stable condition.  A healer by the name of Simonne Miller found out that the Earl was shot with a poisoned arrow, a poison that most healers, I dare say, no healer on this continent would know about.  It is called," he looked at the report, "Black Heart according to the report I have here.

"I was just about to go to the Captain and ask him what plans were in the works to catch the ones responsible."  He looked at the young lady, who had raised her head when he had been speaking. "As far as this young lady, Nichole, is it?" He asked Thomas. 

Thomas nodded.

"Since the Earl is wounded and would need care I think that she would be perfect to take care of him.  I will take her to see him before I see the Captain.  That is all Corporal.  I thank you for your service."

Thomas hesitated looking at Nichole. Then snapped to attention. "Yes sir," he said, turning on his heel and walked out of the door, closing it behind him.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Morghan Nichole on March 05, 2007, 06:50:04 AM
**sorry guys...this whole seperate Email account thing is screwin me up as responces to these posts go to an email I hardly check and I keep forgetting that.**

"Corporal I think you would be pleased to know that the Sgt and his friends who attacked this young lady are now sitting in the stockade comtemplating their actions.  When they get out they will all be busted to private and then kicked out of the army.  We do not want their kind.  I appreciate you taking care of the young lady until today.  However, I have some bad news I am afraid that I have been too busy to call upon the Earl to find out what he wants done with this young lady and if you have not heard he was attacked yesterday and is in critical, but stable condition.  A healer by the name of Simonne Miller found out that the Earl was shot with a poisoned arrow, a poison that most healers, I dare say, no healer on this continent would know about.  It is called, Black Heart according to the report I have here.

Morghan lifted her eyes towards the Lt. as he spoke about the men who roughed her up. She smiled meekly, turning her eyes towards Thomas but he did not look back to her, his eyes were set on the Lt. listening strictly.

"I was just about to go to the Captain and ask him what plans were in the works to catch the ones responsible. As far as this young lady, Nichole, is it?"

Thomas nodded, leaving no reason for Morghan to respond. She swallowed dryly as she looked back to her hands in her lap... listening to the Lt. continue.

"Since the Earl is wounded and would need care I think that she would be perfect to take care of him.  I will take her to see him before I see the Captain.  That is all Corporal.  I thank you for your service."

Morghan blinked, looking up again. Thomas had been looking at her but she missed it, when she looked up to him he was standing at attention. He let out a short quick "Yes sir," before turning out of the room and shutting the door behind him. Morghan stood as he was leaving but he didnt even bother to look back. She looked in silence at the closed door, standing there. She frowned a little and turned, startling slightly... she had almost forgotten the Lt. was even in the room with her, she had been so disappointed that Thomas left like that.

She smiled weakly as she looked to the Lt. nervoulsy, folding her hands behind her back and fiddling her thumbs silently. She licked her parched lips before turning her eyes back to the ground in front of her, keeping her eyes from the Lt.'s.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on March 06, 2007, 12:22:32 AM
Lt. Farrel was a student of human nature and when he saw the Corporal leave so abruptly and Nichole stand up to go after him that he knew that in that brief period of time that they had been together a bond, more than a bond, had been sealed between the two.  But the Corporal, know matter what his feelings were, knew his duty and did it and before he could object or show his feelings toward Nichole in front of his superior officer he decided to leave. Farrel as usual felt for those who truly were in love as his own marrige was a loveless one.

He leaned back in his chair and saw Nichole lick her lips and noticed that they were dry.  He got up, poured himself some tea and then took a cup and poured some cool clear water into it and placed it in on his desk in front of the young lady.  He then took his seat and sipped his tea studying her. 

She was very pretty and very very shy, which did not surprise him; how would you be if you could not speak, but she could hear.  He thought of a way to soften the blow she must be feeling right now.  He was a direct man and had difficulties with what they call 'tact' and niceities of speech. "Nichole, do not blame Corporal Thomas. I am sure he wanted to speak with you before he left, but he is a soldier and he obeys orders.  I gave him an order and he obeyed it.  Much like you are going to have to do when you serve the Earl.  He will give you an order and you will be expected to obey it.  I know that you cannot speak but I know that you can hear. So just nod if you understood me just now."


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Morghan Nichole on March 09, 2007, 12:20:30 PM
Morghan took the cup quietly and nodded her thanks... slowly sitting back down and sipping the cool liquid. She kept her eyes from the Lt. Instead now she had a distraction in her cup... swirling the water slightly within the cup as she did her best not to look to the man across the table from her.

Morghan's gaze lifted quietly as the Lt. began speaking.

"Nichole, do not blame Corporal Thomas. I am sure he wanted to speak with you before he left, but he is a soldier and he obeys orders.  I gave him an order and he obeyed it.  Much like you are going to have to do when you serve the Earl.  He will give you an order and you will be expected to obey it.  I know that you cannot speak but I know that you can hear. So just nod if you understood me just now."

Morghan simply nodded... as she was told. She didn't really blame Thomas, but that didn't make the burn any less. She sighed softly and took another sip of her water. Her eyes though did not fall back to the cup... instead they scanned the man before her... her eyes locking with his for a few fleeting moments.

Morghan forced a smile... she was going to work... isn't that after all what she had come here to do? She hadn't come here to fall in love... or play wifey to a soldier... no... she had come here to work and now, she would be hooked up with the Earl to do just that. And anyway, her and Thomas couldn't have any kind of life together... she was a noone... less than a noone a servant... he deserved better, being a soldier and all.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on March 19, 2007, 12:07:47 AM
Farrel let the girl drink her water as he finished reading the reports he had in front of him.  Finally he sighed and stood up. "I guess it is time for you to meet your new employer, Nichole."  He came around and held out his hand to help her rise.

Timidly she put her hand in his and he helped her rise and then he opened his door, showing her out.  Once outside of his office he slipped her arm inside of his and walked her out of the Army barracks into the streets and toward the Castle that sat upon a hill overlooking Nyermersys.

OOC rest of post will be in castle thread.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on October 17, 2007, 08:59:47 PM
Linden

Linden and Garret after walking south and through the courtyard finally came to a gated entrance. A guard house was on either side of the gate. As they approached a guard came out, he carried on his shoulder the same simple one stripe that Linden carried. The guard called out. "Hey Linden, who is this?" he asked, looking at Garret.

"Hey Brule, this is Garret. He has come up to join the army."

Brule laughed and held out his hand to Garret. "So, some more fodder for Sgt Lynch, hey Linden? Hi Garret, name is Brule, Private Brule Nance.

Brule was a stocky, dark brown haired, clean shaven seventeen year old boy. He had large hands and his arms were almost as large as his thighs. He had a very firm handshake.

Brule glanced at the wolf and looked questionally at Linden. "You told him about animals, right?"

Linden nodded. "Yeah, I told him. But it is really up to the Lt. I am going to take Garret to his office now," Linden replied.

"Lt's not here. He went up to the Castle yesterday and has not returned. Sgt Lynch is in charge," Brule said. "He is in his office and not in a good mood. As if he is ever in a good mood." Brule added as he stared at the wolf.

Linden frowned. "What is the problem this time?" He asked.

"He is trying to keep the Merc's and us regulars from killing each other. You know how the Mercs think, that they are so superior, because they get paid for their skills and they walk around looking to prove themselves all the time or else they look down their noses on us, as if we were nothing more than maggots," He spit on the ground. "I don't know why we have to have Merc's anyway, and John, I mean Private first class John is really upset. You know how he feels about Merc's," Brule said.
 He looked at Garret. " Sorry, did not mean to ignore you, just barrcks talk. He bent down and looked at the wolf by Garret's side. "Beautiful animal, he is a Mithral wolf, right?" Brule asked.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on October 18, 2007, 09:19:29 AM

     "Oh, they will sign you up for sure. There has been a big push for volunteers now for a couple of weeks and our training has been faster and harder than before," Linden said as he led the way down the stairs and out into the courtyard. "I am not too sure about you being able to have your wolf with you during training. I suppose it is up to the Lt. but all of the recruits I know of, including myself, never had pets with them," Linden told him after spotting Shadowfoot.

     There was silence for a moment then Linden spoke again, "I am not trying to offend you Garret. I apologize if I did. I would like for us to be friends and by the time you get out of basic training I should be a First class, like John, and you will be like me; a buck private."

     The only sound was the snow crunching beneath their feet as Garret's mind raced. This was all somewhat new to him; he was used to mercenary groups. They would test him and set him up with a small unit and if he died then that was one less mouth to feed and one less pocket to fill. He had never had go to through training, and the only ranks were captain and elders. If you crossed one of them you were probably in for a good fight, you against whoever you crossed with fists alone. It was usually the new guys that crossed them and usually ended up face down in the dirt. Garret didn't know what would happen if he crossed one of higher rank. He wouldn't bother Linden with these questions and reveal his lack of any knowledge though.

     After walking south and through a courtyard they finally came to a gated entrance. Garret and Shadowfoot followed silently, the thought of possibly being separated for a time hard to handle. There was a guard house on either side of the gate. As they approached a guard came out. The man was large with brown hair and a clean shaven face. The guard called out. "Hey Linden, who is this?" he asked, looking at Garret.

     "Hey Brule, this is Garret. He has come up to join the army."

     Brule laughed and held out his hand to Garret. "So, some more fodder for Sgt Lynch, hey Linden? Hi Garret, name is Brule, Private Brule Nance."

     "Garret Arroway," Garret replied shaking the man's hand, "Nice to meet ya."
 
     Brule glanced at the wolf and looked questionably at Linden. "You told him about animals, right?"

     "Yeah, I told him. But it is really up to the Lt. I am going to take Garret to his office now," Linden replied.

      "Lt's not here. He went up to the Castle yesterday and has not returned. Sgt Lynch is in charge. He is in his office and not in a good mood. As if he is ever in a good mood." Brule said as he stared at the wolf.

      "What is the problem this time?" Linden asked with a frown.

      "He is trying to keep the Merc's and us regulars from killing each other. You know how the Mercs think, that they are so superior, because they get paid for their skills and they walk around looking to prove themselves all the time or else they look down their noses on us, as if we were nothing more than maggots," The man spat on the ground. "I don't know why we have to have Merc's anyway, and John, I mean Private first class John is really upset. You know how he feels about Merc's," Brule said.

     Garret felt a chill go down his spine; he was in the wrong place for his profession. Brule looked at Garret. "Sorry, did not mean to ignore you, just barracks talk." Brule bent down and looked at Shadowfoot. "Beautiful animal, he is a Mithral wolf, right?" Brule asked.

     "Yeah," Garret replied. "What's the problem with mercenaries? I mean, why doesn't Private First Class John like them, if don't mind me asking?"

      He wondered if he should sign on with the mercenaries or not, or if they would even let him forget he was a mercenary. He enjoyed the company of other fighters and these two men had been nice to him so far. Once they learned of his job would they turn on him like John had? Most likely after the comment's they had just made. Garret wondered what they hated about mercenaries so much. It was a job, killing a few bandits, fighting for a few warring lords, and battles with other groups. That’s all it had been when he was with a group. He'd been on his own for more than half a year now and doubted he'd ever go back to working with a group, but at the time it had filled his stomach and coin pouch so it had worked. Now he enjoyed traveling with Shadowfoot where ever he wanted to.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on October 18, 2007, 08:30:42 PM
 "Yeah," Garret replied. "What's the problem with mercenaries? I mean, why doesn't Private First Class John like them, if don't mind me asking.

Linden coughed, looked down and gave Brule a questioning glance. Brule nodded his head. "I suppose it would be alright to tell him, after all he is going to become one of us and besides it really isn't a secret," he said standing up.

Linden nodded and then looked at Garret. "John's family, in fact his whole small villiage; women, children were all murdered by Merc's and then they burned the village down.He was just a boy and his mother had hid him in an underground cellar.He watched as his father and older brother were forced to witness his mother's and sister's rape before they murderd them and then they murdered his father and brother. They found him when they heard him crying, but for some reason they spared his life. His home, his family, friends, all murdered by Merc's. "

Linden talking; there were tears forming in his eyes. "Shake it off, Linden," Brule said.

Linden brushed the tears away. "it's just that I still cannot imagine what John went through and when he finally told us, there was no emotion in his voice; it was like he spoke as a dead man."

"Yeah, I remember. It was when the Sarge asked him his last name and he told him he did not have any. The Sarge gave him a hard time ordering John to do exercises in full armor in the middle of summer. Finally John broke and told us all the story. Well, now you know why John, Private First Class John, feels the way he does Garret, and why we call him the way we do, instead of using his last name, for he has none."

There was a brief silence until Brule asked, "What is your wolf's name, Garret?"


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on October 19, 2007, 09:37:16 AM
     Linden looked down at Brule with an unsure glance. Brule nodded and said, "I suppose it would be alright to tell him, after all he is going to become one of us and besides it really isn't a secret."

     Linden nodded and looked at Garret and began telling what had happened to John. After that Garret could understand why the man didn't like mercenaries but they weren't all the same. None of the men he had worked with had ever been like that as far as he knew. Garret decided that sometime while he was here he would go talk to John.
 
     "Shake it off, Linden," Brule said. And Garret snapped back to the present.

     "It's just that I still cannot imagine what John went through and when he finally told us, there was no emotion in his voice; it was like he spoke as a dead man." Linden said.

     "Yeah, I remember. It was when the Sarge asked him his last name and he told him he did not have any. The Sarge gave him a hard time ordering John to do exercises in full armor in the middle of summer. Finally John broke and told us all the story. Well, now you know why John, Private First Class John, feels the way he does Garret, and why we call him the way we do, instead of using his last name, for he has none," Brule told him.

     Garret's mind raced; somehow he'd have to convince them all mercenaries weren’t bad. Or else he'd soon find himself listed among the group that no one liked. Brule asked, "What is your wolf's name, Garret?"

     "Shadowfoot," Garret answered half heartedly, his mind still over working it's self.

     After a moment Garret spoke, "Not all mercenaries are like that."


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on October 19, 2007, 10:45:58 PM
"Shadowfoot, huh? It fits him," Brule said.

"Not all mercenaries are like that," Garret said.

"What do you mean?" Linden asked.

"How do you know?" Brule asked, "Have you ever met a Merc?" He continued.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on October 20, 2007, 07:25:47 AM

     "What do you mean?" Linden asked.

     "How do you know?" Brule asked, "Have you ever met a Merc?"

     "Not all mercenaries are cruel. They are like any other person but they fight for money. For some it's a way of life, for others it's just a job. Some are cruel and others are normal people gettin' where they can. Even in the army ya got cruel people and kind people and all sorts in between. And yeah I've met plenty of them. Yeah some of them are cruel but most are just fighters that like to travel with companions rather than being stuck in one spot." Garret said not sure if he wanted to mention that he was one. It would probably come up soon anyways so he left that little bit of information out for now.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on October 22, 2007, 07:29:39 AM
Linden's eyes widenend and Brule's just narrowed.

"You sound like you really know. I suppose the way you put it, with cruel men being in the army as well as the Merc's, I guess I could understand some Merc's being normal," Linden said thoughtfully.

"That has not been my experience, but I do not hang around Merc's much. The way I hear it is that most Merc's are rejects from their own kind or an army and they band together to loot, rape and pillage, mostly for coin from some minor noble who wants to attack another minor noble, but they claim it is too civilizied for them to attack one another, so they buy themselves Merc's and have them do their dirty work for them, until one or the other either gives in to the demands or they tire of the game...It is us poor villagers who receive the brunt of it all," Brule said, but like Linden says, I guess there could be some Merc's who are normal and are just looking for some coin.  The question I have is; if coin is all that they are after, then why don't they just get a normal job or trade or if they are really all that skilled, could they not join the army and perhaps become teachers?  I heard that the Lt was startng a very selective training camp for some special men to learn some special tactics to be used against the enemy during times of war.  I was thinking of volunteering."

"Really Brule," Linden asked, " I thought you were considering the calvary."

"I am not sure, just keeping my options open and I guess I was in a way wondering if perhaps Garret may want to join this selective group. Do you have any special skills, Garret?" Brule asked.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on October 22, 2007, 08:04:49 AM
     
     Garret watched as Linden's eyes widened and Brule's narrowed. He knew he'd have to be careful here. He had set himself on thin ice and if he wanted this go right he's have to go slowly. He listened to Linden as the young soldier spoke.

     "You sound like you really know. I suppose the way you put it, with cruel men being in the army as well as the Merc's, I guess I could understand some Merc's being normal," Linden said thoughtfully.

     Brule spoke after Linden, expressing his dislike of mercenaries even though he had been around them very little. He categorized them as all ruthless villains that loot, rape, and kill for pleasure and coin. Asking why mercenaries didn't join the army or get a job if they were just in it for the coin. Garret was losing patience with this man that had an image of mercenaries drilled into him and wouldn't listen to anyone else. He spoke of a training people and volunteering for that but Garret had stopped paying much attention.

     "Really Brule," Linden asked, "I thought you were considering the cavalry."

     "I am not sure, just keeping my options open and I guess I was in a way wondering if perhaps Garret may want to join this selective group. Do you have any special skills, Garret?" Brule asked.

     "I'm fairly skilled with a sword and have some skill as a scout but that’s about it," Garret said.

     "Back on the first subject," Garret said, wanting get through the man's thick skull, "There are some mercenaries that loot, rape, and pillage but there is an equal number that help. I've known mercenaries that worked with a group that would take jobs chasing bandit off or working for some lord to defend a city. Or fight with other groups that do those things you mention. Yeah some are rejects but those there are those that just choose that lifestyle. Spending each day around others like them, either a cast-off or being out there by choice, all skilled in some area. A lot join for coin, and yeah they could get other jobs but those are stationary. Traveling with a mercenary group one can see the world instead of the just the walls that surround the city."



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on October 22, 2007, 11:18:58 PM
 "I'm fairly skilled with a sword and have some skill as a scout but that’s about it," Garret said.

"Sgt Lynch is our swordmaster. He really trains us hard to learn the skill," Linden replied. "I don't know much about tracking though. I grew up in the city. Brule you grew up on a farm, do you know how to track?" Linden asked.

Brule was staring at Garret with suspicion in his eyes and did not answer Linden right away.

"Well Brule?" Linden asked again.

"Well what?" Brule asked.

"Do you know how to track?"

"Animals, but not people," Brule answered.  He was about to say something else when Garret began talking again.

"Back on the first subject," Garret said, wanting get through the man's thick skull, "There are some mercenaries that loot, rape, and pillage but there is an equal number that help. I've known mercenaries that worked with a group that would take jobs chasing bandit off or working for some lord to defend a city. Or fight with other groups that do those things you mention. Yeah some are rejects but those there are those that just choose that lifestyle. Spending each day around others like them, either a cast-off or being out there by choice, all skilled in some area. A lot join for coin, and yeah they could get other jobs but those are stationary. Traveling with a mercenary group one can see the world instead of the just the walls that surround the city."

"Your a Merc," Brule said accusingly. "Only a Merc would talk like that.  The Merc's are over in that part of the garrison," Brule said pointing to a one level, low roofed building near the far wall, closest to the outer wall of the city. Go and join your kind."

Linden looked down and stirred the melting snow with his foot. He usually did not speak against Brule, for Brule was older and bigger than he was, but mostly because Linden wanted to have friends and Brule and him were friends, but he had listened to what Garret had said and had agreed with him, besides he liked him.

"Brule, your not being fair!"

Brule turned on Linden. "What do you mean?"

Linden almost shrank under Brule's stare but stood up for himself, he kind of felt proud doing so. "Did you not listen to what Garret said, about how some Merc's are hired by a village or city to rid themselves of bandits. How many times have I heard you complain when we had to go into the mountains to rout out some bandits who were attacking the supply caravans. If the Earl had hired a band of Merc's like the kind that Garret obviously belonged to, then you would have not had anything to complain about and besides I know that you know that some of the more powerful merchants here have hired Merc's to protect their goods along the caravan route and they were good men. To lump all Merc's in one and to treat Garret like this, well...it is just wrong."

Brule stepped back, glanced at Garret and then back at Linden. His face went through a myriad of emotions and then settled on thoughtfullness. "Linden, I did not know you had it in you, but you are right." He turned to face Garret.

"I apologize Garret. Linden really seems to like you and to be honest, I do too. It is just when I hear the word Merc, I forget the good things I know some do and just remember the bad ones. I think of John and what he endured. I hope you understand? You do not need to bunk with the Merc's if you do not want to. In fact I and I know Linden would too, like it if you decided to join the army. If you have skill with a sword I would dearly love to see you show up the Sarge. Can you imagine it Linden, the Sarge being bested by a recruit!" he chuckled.

Linden laughed so hard his sides hurt. "Oh...oh please Garret join," he said.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on October 23, 2007, 06:22:49 AM
     "Sgt Lynch is our swordmaster. He really trains us hard to learn the skill," Linden replied. "I don't know much about tracking though. I grew up in the city. Brule you grew up on a farm, do you know how to track?" Linden asked.

     Garret listened as Linden replied to his brief explanation of the few skills he possessed. He probably shouldn't have added scouting among those since he had never really had any trailing. As one of the youngest in the first mercenary group he worked with he had been made a scout. Garret had always been big for his age, but during the time when he left home and joined his first group he grew a lot and was fairly uncoordinated for a little while. One of the older members often joked that if he would most likely walk into an encampment of people and the noise would be enough to alert them. After a while he grew accustomed to his body once more and then he found Shadowfoot. The wolf had helped him learn more but it was a rough skill at best. He grinned slightly and shook aside that though, noticing Brule watching him with a certain look that screamed distrust.

     "Well Brule?" Linden asked again when the larger man didn't answer right away.

     "Well what?" Brule asked.

     "Do you know how to track?" Linden asked.

     "Animals, but not people," Brule answered. He looked like he had been about to say more but Garret had cut him off with his defense of mercenaries. He didn't know why he felt obligated to defend a group of people to these men or prove himself. It just seemed like the right thing to do. He could of easily joined with others like him and been fine but something in him wanted to prove to these soldiers that mercenaries weren’t all that different.

     "You're a Merc," Brule said accusingly. "Only a Merc would talk like that. The Merc's are over in that part of the garrison," Brule said pointing to a building near the far wall. "Go and join your kind."

     "What's wrong with being a Merc? You didn't seem to have a problem with me before, why does my job title make a difference?" Garret asked,

     Linden seemed to be wrestling with an inner problem for a moment before speaking up. "Brule, you're not being fair!"

     Brule turned on Linden. "What do you mean?"

     "Did you not listen to what Garret said, about how some Merc's are hired by a village or city to rid themselves of bandits. How many times have I heard you complain when we had to go into the mountains to rout out some bandits who were attacking the supply caravans. If the Earl had hired a band of Merc's like the kind that Garret obviously belonged to, then you would have not had anything to complain about and besides I know that you know that some of the more powerful merchants here have hired Merc's to protect their goods along the caravan route and they were good men. To lump all Merc's in one and to treat Garret like this, well . . . it is just wrong."

     Brule stepped back, glanced at Garret and then back at Linden. He seemed to be taking in what Linden had said in defense of their new found 'friend' or as close as someone new could get. "Linden, I did not know you had it in you, but you are right."

     Brule turned to Garret, "I apologize Garret. Linden really seems to like you and to be honest, I do too. It is just when I hear the word Merc, I forget the good things I know some do and just remember the bad ones. I think of John and what he endured. I hope you understand? You do not need to bunk with the Merc's if you do not want to. In fact I and I know Linden would too, like it if you decided to join the army. If you have skill with a sword I would dearly love to see you show up the Sarge. Can you imagine it Linden, the Sarge being bested by a recruit!" he chuckled.

     Linden laughed so hard his sides hurt. "Oh . . . oh please Garret join," he said.

     "Sounds good to me," Garret said grinning, "Where do I sign up?"

     He was glad that Linden had succeeded where he had failed. Garret wasn't big on emotions but what cut him the closest to home was being judged as a group instead of a person. That had happened too many times. That had started early in his life, the kids he had trained with judging him because he hadn't been born a noble, his father judging him because he didn't want to take up his trade, people in general judging him because of his job. This day he was able to help that for once, and he figured his stay in this city would be welcomed after months of traveling constantly. Yeah he would miss the outdoor as would Shadowfoot, but it would be good to be around people for a while.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on October 25, 2007, 12:01:35 AM
Brule and Garret, now dressed in army clothes; pair of non-descrip pants, a woolen shirt, over which hung a tunic of black and belted with a wide black belt and hard soled boots, with soft tops. Brule and Garret rounded the corner of another long low roofed building. It seemed that all of the buildings in the garrison looked alike. Brule just seemed to notice that as he glanced side ways at Garret looking at them and trying to remember where he was and how he got there.  Sounds of shouting, swearing and the thunking thud of wood hitting wood could be heard through the crisp air.

As the rounded the corner they came into sight of the training grounds.  Several recruits, dressed like Garret except they had large paddings over the uniform. They were facing each other using long staffs of wood as a sword and was hitting each other in the places that a very large, bald headed man standing off to the side with his back to Garret and Brule, ordered them to. They each took turns being the attacker and then the defender.

"Down swing on right shoulder! Parry, now left shoulder, Parry again. Now feint with straight jab, when opponent parries, slash across to his left side."

Brule stopped and held back Garret, he whispered. "That bald headed man is the Sarge. But I am sure you probably figured that out for yourself. Let us just watch for a moment before I introduce you to him. I am surprised that the Captain was in and that he actually allowed you to keep Shadowfoot, though he cannot be with you during training, but at least you can see each other at night."

Two young recruits were doing what the Sgt asked when suddenly one of the recruit's staff went flying from his hand. The recruit scrambled to pick it up.

"Halt!" Sgt Lynch ordered loudly. All of the activity stopped in the training ground and the recruits looking like statues, some of them in mid-swing, stared at the Sgt. He slowly walked over to loose staff, he slipped one toe beneath it and flipped it up. The staff along with some snow flew into the air, the Sgt. caught the staff and with one quick movement slashed down upon the hapless recruit's helmeted head. "How many times do I have to tell you maggots not to hold onto your swords so tight. See what happens when you do and someone strikes your sword toward the guard, it is thrown from your hand. You are now defenseless!"

He advanced upon the recruit hitting him on the shoulders, arms, legs, sides, and head. The poor recruit tried to block the blows but the Sgt. was too quick. "Even if this maggot here was a knight in full armor, without a sword I could eventually cut him down."  He continued raining blows upon the recruit, until the boy fell down in the snow, exhausted, hurt and bruised. Sgt Lynch stopped, looked down upon the recruit. "Stand up." He ordered.

The recruit slowly and painfully stood up. Lynch threw the staff back at the recruit who almost dropped it because his hands were bloodied and sore. "I hope you have learned your lesson, recruit. Now get back to your partner and we will begin again."

"Yes Sir," the recruit yelled loudly and stumbled back to his partner.

Lynch turned around and noticed Brule standing with someone new.

"Private Brule, who do we have here?" He asked, eyeing the newcomer and judging him with an experienced eye.

"Sarge, this is recruit Garret Arroway. He just joined this morning."

Lynch walked up to Garret. "Do you know what it means to stand at attention, boy?" He asked.  He did not wait for an answer he began telling Garret what to do. "You stand with your feet together, toes pointed forward but a little to the side. Standing straight, shoulders back, stomache in and chest out. Never eyeball me when I speak to you. Your eyes should look straight ahead. When I ask you a question or order you to do something you will answer 'Yes Sir' at all times. Now stand at attention and let me take a good look at you," Lynch ordered.

Thus begun Garrets induction into the army.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on October 25, 2007, 12:05:20 PM

     Garret walked along side Brule as he led the way to the training grounds. He tugged at the collar of his new shirt. The army clothes were better fitted then his old clothes and itched slightly. He guessed he would have to get used to it. Garret looked around as they walked, taking in the sights and becoming lost in the mass of buildings that looked alike. The sounds of training could be heard in the distance as they drew closer to the training yard.

     The training grounds unfolded before him, and recruits in heavy padding were hitting each other with long staffs. A large, bald man stood off to the side with his back to them and Garret guessed that he was in charge. He was shouting orders at the men fighting as Garret and Brule walked up. They stopped a ways away as Brule held Garret back.

     Brule whispered, "That bald headed man is the Sarge. But I am sure you probably figured that out for yourself. Let us just watch for a moment before I introduce you to him. I am surprised that the Captain was in and that he actually allowed you to keep Shadowfoot, though he cannot be with you during training, but at least you can see each other at night."

     Garret nodded silently. He wasn't too happy about that but it was better than not being able to see Shadowfoot at all. He was used to the wolf being around him all the time and it was weird to look down and not see the great beast beside him. They had just been recently separated but he still couldn't wait till this night. He turned back to the men. Two young recruits were following the Sgt.'s instructions when one of the staffs went flying from one of their hands. Garret watched as he kicked the staff into the air and hit the recruit on his helmeted head. He watched as the Sgt. repeatedly hit the man with the staff. The Sgt. continued to beat the man with the stick until he fell to the snow.

     "Stand up." Sgt. Lynch ordered. The recruit stood and Lynch threw the staff to him. The he spoke again, "I hope you have learned your lesson, recruit. Now get back to your partner and we will begin again."

     "Yes Sir," the recruit yelled loudly before stumbling back to his partner.

     Lynch turned around and looked at Brule and Garret who was standing next to him.

     "Private Brule, who do we have here?" He asked. Lynch's eyes roamed over him, Garret noticed that gaze having been under scrutiny many a time while traveling with mercenaries.

     "Sarge, this is recruit Garret Arroway. He just joined this morning," Brule said.

     Lynch walked up to him. "Do you know what it means to stand at attention, boy?" He asked. Before Garret could even think of an answer the Sgt. was giving orders, "You stand with your feet together, toes pointed forward but a little to the side. Standing straight, shoulders back, stomach in and chest out. Never eyeball me when I speak to you. Your eyes should look straight ahead. When I ask you a question or order you to do something you will answer 'Yes Sir' at all times. Now stand at attention and let me take a good look at you," Lynch ordered.

     "Yes Sir," Garret said before following the man's instructions. He looked straight ahead, standing as he was told to. His mind wandered for a moment hoping that he would find some way to get through this. Garret had never been the kind to roll over and play dead. He refused to let his mind wander, and focused on a point straight ahead of him, relying on his other senses to let him know where the Sgt. was. He waited.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on October 26, 2007, 10:36:27 PM
Sgt Lynch smiled inwardly at the way the boy immediately did what he was told and he did it exactly as he was ordered. It was refreshing to have a recruit who did as he was told, but more important actually listened so he could do what he was ordered to do.

He looked at the boy, walking around him. He pounded just hard enough to judge his arms and  shoulders. The boy bent but did not let out a sound and rebounded quickly from the blows; it was the same with the boys thighs and legs. The boy was extremely tanned even in the begininng of the year, which meant that he spent a great deal outdoors. He was tall, good bone structure and he had a brain; which was proven when he did exactly as he was ordered to do. This one will go far; perhaps even officer or knight material. Lynch thought as he finally faced Garret.

"There are some pads hanging on that post. Put them on and then join the other recruits," Lynch ordered.

Before Garret could answer the Sgt. Lynch thought of something. "I am going to take a guess, recruit Garret that you have some experience with a sword or a daggar. Your skin tone tells me that you have lived mostly outdoors. I do not need to know what you were doing before you came here, unless you wish to tell me, but those who make their living outdoors are usually more experinced in using a sword or a knife than those who live in cities or come from farming villages. So, do you have some experience with either a sword or knife?" Lynch asked.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on October 27, 2007, 12:41:23 AM
     Garret looked forward, not moving from his stance as the Sgt. walked around him. The man aimed a few blows to his arms and shoulders. Garret bowed a bit from the blows but quickly snapped back into position, keeping his jaw tightly shut. He did the same once more to his thighs and legs and once more Garret's reaction was the same. The man continued to circle him. After a time Sgt. Lynch stopped and faced the new recruit.

     "There are some pads hanging on that post. Put them on and then join the other recruits," Lynch ordered.

     Garret was about to answer then hurry off to do as he was told. He had learned in the mercenary groups when he started out that if you didn't do what someone told you to do quickly than it was as good as not doing it at all. This was if the man was higher rank, and starting out, everyone was of higher rank and Garret learned quickly. But before he could get the answer formed Lynch was speaking to him again.

     "I am going to take a guess, recruit Garret that you have some experience with a sword or a dagger. Your skin tone tells me that you have lived mostly outdoors. I do not need to know what you were doing before you came here, unless you wish to tell me, but those who make their living outdoors are usually more experienced in using a sword or a knife than those who live in cities or come from farming villages. So, do you have some experience with either a sword or knife?" Lynch asked.

     When you were asked a question you answered so that’s what Garret did. "I've been workin' with a sword for the last eleven years, sir."

     Garret wasn't sure if he should tell this man he was a mercenary. Well, had been a mercenary, until this morning. He had spent the last two years of his life outdoors and nine years before that training with a sword. That was all Garret thought the Sgt. needed to know right now. The fact that he had been a mercenary was already known to Brule and Linden but it had taken much talk to get them to see him as more than a ruthless killer. If the Sgt. found out some other way that was alright, but at this moment in time it didn't seem like the right thing to say. He stood straight, looking forward, and waited for his next order.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on October 30, 2007, 01:58:45 AM
Lynch did an about face. "Eleven years! How old are you?" He asked this time instead of ordering.

Brule looked at Garret and knew he was a mercenary but to have trained with a sword for eleven years; either Garret was older than he looked, or he was lying; Brule could not figure out which. He just stood there and waited like the Sarge for an answer.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on October 30, 2007, 06:24:24 AM
     "Eleven years! How old are you?" Lynch asked.

     Garret stood there, thinking he should have explained it better at first. Garret almost laughed as the image of a seven year old in full armor and a sword on a battle field but he regained his composure. He resisted the urge to glance at Brule to try and see what he thought of this. Anyways he quickly put together the words he would speak so this time wouldn't be any confusion.

     "Eighteen years sir, but to avoid confusion I should have taken into account the line between training in a yard and fighting battles even though I count them both as sword work. That taken into account I've been training in a yard for nine years and fighting in the field for two years." Garret said, hoping he hadn't gone over the line with his explanation but it was too late to take it back now.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on October 30, 2007, 10:41:25 PM
 "Eighteen years sir, but to avoid confusion I should have taken into account the line between training in a yard and fighting battles even though I count them both as sword work. That taken into account I've been training in a yard for nine years and fighting in the field for two years."

Sgt. Lynch paced back and forth rubbing his bald head. A boy training with a sword since he was what? Seven. and then he fights battles. Is he a Noble's son? Only a Noble's son would start training with a sword at that early of an age. 

He stopped and eyed Garret. "You would not be a Noble's son, would ye? If'n you are then tell me who your father is and I will send you back to him. I don't need some Noble's son getting himself hurt and then having my head taken off. I have had this head on my shoulders going on thirty three years and I plan on keeping it there for quite awhile. So come on, out with it, who's son might ye be?" Lynch asked, sure that Garret was a Noble's son.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on October 31, 2007, 07:38:08 AM

     "You would not be a Noble's son, would ye? If'n you are then tell me who your father is and I will send you back to him. I don't need some Noble's son getting himself hurt and then having my head taken off. I have had this head on my shoulders going on thirty three years and I plan on keeping it there for quite awhile. So come on, out with it, who's son might ye be?" Lynch asked.

     Garret almost grinned but there was too much pain in his past. He struggled to keep concentrated one a point in the distance, fighting back the memories. His vision blurred a little then returned to normal, the past held at bay for the moment. He straightened a little then formed his reply.

     "I ain't the son of a noble, sir. My father is just a wealthy merchant with some high connections. I highly doubt that if I were to get killed he would care, and more than likely he thinks me already dead," Garret stated bluntly.

    It was the harsh truth of his life and it didn't bother him. He had no clue how his family was doing and he didn't care, Shadowfoot was his family now. He had a sudden urge to look down at the large silver creature that usually stood by his side, and an old loneliness welled up inside him when he remembered his friend's absence.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on October 31, 2007, 09:11:13 PM
 "I ain't the son of a noble, sir. My father is just a wealthy merchant with some high connections. I highly doubt that if I were to get killed he would care, and more than likely he thinks me already dead," Garret stated bluntly

Brule listened and nodded. He know knew a bit more about Garret and probably why he had become a mercenary. It probably was not by choice in the beginning, but by necessity and then after by choice. He felt kind of sad for Garret. He wondered what would be worse; having your parents murdered, or having parents that just did not care whether you lived or died? He was glad he did not have to face that question. His parents were both alive and living in a small villiage far east of Voldar.

Lynch stared at the boy and he could see the boy was having some slight difficulty keeping his concentration as he told him part of his past but he kept it together and he kept his eyes straight ahead. Lynch had heard many version's of Garret's tale told by many a recruit who had passed through his hands; some worse, some better, but all took a toll.

Recruit Garret, pad up and since you have had the training you say you have, I will be your partner. I am going to assume that you already have your own sword, but here in the training grounds we use wooden staffs. Training with a real sword does not usually happen until much later in the course; however, if your skills are as good as you say they are then your training will be adjusted to accomodate your skill level."

Lynch looked at Brule. "Don't you have durites to perform, private?" He asked.

Brule shouted, "Yes Sir," and quickly left the training area, though he dearly wanted to watch what would happen next.  He quickly left the area, ran into Linden who was just getting off his watch and told him what was going to happen. Linden quickly went into the barracks and spread the news. Suddenly all the recruits were making their way to the training grounds; finding places to watch without being easily seen.

The Captain heard and slightly amused decided to come and watch for himself. He did not hide himself, but stood back aways.

Lynch put on his pads, took his wooden sword, turned and held his sword in his left hand point downward resting on the tip of his boot.  The Captain smiled, Lynch was not left handed, he was right, but he intended to see if recruit Garret could handle himself with a left handed person's attack. It was a strategy that most right handed swordsmen had a difficult time with, if not impossible. With a left handed attack, a right handed swordsman had to protect his flanks more, especially his right.  The Captain stood, waited and watched with curious eyes.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on November 01, 2007, 06:41:12 AM
     "Recruit Garret, pad up and since you have had the training you say you have, I will be your partner. I am going to assume that you already have your own sword, but here in the training grounds we use wooden staffs. Training with a real sword does not usually happen until much later in the course; however, if your skills are as good as you say they are then your training will be adjusted to accommodate your skill level."

     "Yes sir," Garret said, before hurrying off to do as he was told.

     Garret kept his mind on what was to come; he had been training for elven years, surely he could at least hold his own again the Sgt, but only if he kept his mind on the task. As he moved toward where there pads were hanging, he rotated his joints, and stretched. He put on the padding, thinking. If he played this right he would be better off. Garret took a little while readying himself, making sure all his muscles were stretched so he wouldn't hurt himself. Once he was ready he picked up a wooden sword and turned back toward the Sgt.

     Lynch stood with his sword in his left hand, the tip resting on his boot, and his body covered in the same training padding that Garret now wore. Garret grinned as he walked toward Lynch. He held his wooden weapon in his right hand while he rolled his left wrist, loosening up the joints. He didn't notice the others that had gathered in somewhat hidden areas, or the Captain that stood off to the side. He was focused on Lynch, everything else out of him. As he stepped closer he switched his weapon over to his left hand, his dominate hand.

     He didn't know if he should say anything or not so he remained quiet, setting his feet and checking his grip on the weapon. If no word were to be exchanged Garret could move into a defensive position from this point. He waited silently, studying Lynch's face for any reaction, but watching the rest of the swordmaster's body. He watched for a movement, barely noticeable or obvious that would begin the battle.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on November 03, 2007, 12:03:40 AM
Lynch saw Garret pick up the wooden sword with his right hand after he padded up but when Garret came closer he switched hands to his left. A worried crease crossed his brow as he thought. There were two possibilites why Garret would switch to his left hand: one, since he has supposedly had eleven years with the sword, he too might be doing what he had wanted to do and that was to put his opponent off guard or the other reason, which was the one that concerned him the most; Garret could be one of those rare people who were born left handed...or one who were equally adept with either hand, which was even more rare!

Lynch had become aware of other's gathering around to watch but when Garret stopped in front of him, staring at him, waiting...all of Lynch's attention suddenly focused on his opponent.

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John and Linden rounded the corner and almost ran full speed into the Captain! John barely stopped, sliding in the slushy snow, Linden plowed into him and they both fell sprawling in the muddy snow.  The Captain looked at the two, trying to hide his smile, as those who had gathered around to watch the fight all burst out laughing.

John was embarrased as he pushed Linden off of him and stood up at attention and saluted; Linden quickly did the same.

"At ease," the Captain ordered.

John and Linden spread their legs shouder apart, wth hands interlocked behind their backs.

"After the demonstration, which you two obviously were in a hurry to watch, I expect both of you in my office with clean uniforms," the Captain ordered.

"Yes Sir," they both shouted.

The Captain turned to Sgt. Lynch and recruit Garret. "Please continue gentlemen and I promise that these two will regret the interruption."

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The laughter broke Lynch's concentration and he looked over to where he could see Private First class John and private Linden slowly untangling themselves as they lay upon the snow and quickly rushed to their feet; standing at attention and saluting the Captain. The Captain! Lynch's brain suddenly registered. The Captain was out here watching him fight Garret!

Lynch turned back to Garret, his eyes narrowed after he heard the Captain to continue. He was determinded to win. This demonstration, now became a bit more than just testing Garret's skill, it became a bit more personal.

He raised his sword in the en guarde position and silently waited for Garret to respond, as Lynch reallized that Garret's concentration was probably distracted as well.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on November 03, 2007, 07:46:52 AM
     Garret's attention was drawn from Lynch as laughter erupted around him. He turned to see John and Linden on the ground, John pushing Linden off him so he could rise to his feet. The Captain spoke to them and then told Garret and Lynch to continue. Garret noticed Lynch has been distracted by the commotion as well. He had been oblivious to the others gathering to watch before but now he saw them. The news about the match between the new recruit and the Sgt. seemed to spread fast, and Garret knew he had Brule and Linden to thank for that.

     The young recruit pulled his mind from the people around him, the people that would be watching his every move. He closed his eye for a moment and took a few breaths before opening them to look at Lynch, a few peds away from him. The man's eyes had narrowed and his wooden sword had come up to guard. This would be a tough match, and they eyes of many added more weight to this bout.

     Garret ground his booted left foot into the snow, trying to gage the conditions as best he could. Earlier he had slipped in the melting snow, and Linden and John had apparently done the same thing just now. He would have to watch his footing carefully, one wrong step could turn this in the other's favor and probably lead to that person's victory.

     He twisted the wooden sword in his hand, adjusting to the lighter weapon. Garret was taking his time with all these steps. Lynch was waiting for him, and if the man was impatient, Garret was trying to goad him into making the first more. If he stood his ground and waited, then Garret would be ready to go in for the first attack once he got his bearings.

     He checked a few more things, knowing his own patience was being tested right now, but after years of training, he knew that rushing into attack first was ever so slightly stupid. He watched Sgt. Lynch out of the corner of his eye as he rotated his wrist, elbows, and arms'; making sure his clothing and padding wasn't restricting his movements. Thankfully he was able to move fairly easily in the army uniform and padding. He waited just a moment longer, studying the man's stance and trying to find a weak spot. The youth gave the Sgt a moment more to see if the man would attack first, if he didn't Garret would take the honor for his own.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on November 05, 2007, 10:11:41 PM
Lynch stood ready, not amused as he watched Garret go through some elaborate motions. Lynch thought about attacking while Garret was doing what he was doing, but decided to wait until the youth was finished. Finally Garret stopped. "By the gods recriut Garret, if you do that each time you are about to fight, I can see why you would win so many matches; you bore your opponents to death, if they are willing to allow you to do so," Lynch goaded.

And then he struck.

A quick feint to Garret's left side, knowing that Garret would probably parry easily since it seemed to be his strong side as he carried the sword in his left hand as well and then in a blink, tossed his sword to his right hand and jabbed at Garret's chest, hoping to make a quick score.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on November 06, 2007, 08:47:20 AM
     "By the gods recruit Garret, if you do that each time you are about to fight, I can see why you would win so many matches; you bore your opponents to death, if they are willing to allow you to do so," Lynch said, once Garret had finished.

      Garret grinned slightly, and stood ready as Lynch started forward. He watched the older Sgt. The man's wooden weapon coming at his left side. Garret was bringing his sword up to parry the blow, but saw the attack for what it was at the last second. Lynch switched his sword from his left hand to his right, and jabbed at Garret's chest.

      Garret turned swiftly, his left shoulder now facing the Sgt, as he stepped back a few steps. Then, as quickly as possibly, he brought the wooden weapon up and slashed down at Lynch's shoulder. Garret prepared to continue this, getting ready to bring his sword around for another slash after the first had connected with something, hoping to push the Sgt. back. His mind raced as he watched the mans movements, looking for any weakness or opening he could exploit.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on November 06, 2007, 11:37:37 PM
The crowd watched as their Sgt tried to goad Garret into doing something stupid, but all Garret did was grin and when the Sarge struck with a feint and then quickly switched to his right hand John for sure thought that would be the end; quick and sure. But Garret proved him wrong and not only evaded the Sarge's thrust, but counter-attacked!

John glanced at Linden whose face was flush with exictement. He looked at Brule's face and his was also entranced by the dancing movements of the Sarge and Garret. Surely they did not want this Merc, to win did they? John questioned in his mind.  He turned toward the Captain, who was looking at him. The Captain bent low so as not to disturb the fighters and spoke; "Private First Class John you do not seem that all interested in the outcome of this little game. Why?"

"You are wrong Sir," John stammered, a bit in awe of the Captain knowing who he was. "I am just curious as to why most of the men are rooting for a Merc instead of the Sarge, I mean Sgt. Lynch, Sir."

"I know your history with mercenaries Private John, but some mercenaries are actually not the kind like recruit Garret there," The Captain said.

John stared at the Captain with abject horror on his face. This Garret fellow has even conned the Captain!

The Captain leaned even closer. "Do not make such rash judgements about people Private. I know about recruit Garret's past as well. But we can talk more after the bout."

John nodded his head and turned back to watch the exhibition.

Lynch was surprised at the speed and ease with which Garret evaded his thrust and counter-attacked with a slashing blow to his own shoulder. He barely danced back and parried the blow. He grinned, "Good boy. I see that at least you do know how to handle your weapon," he said slowly circling to right. He looked for an opening but Garret's stance was loose, but closed as he held his sword with his left hand. Lynch grinned wickedly, he thought he saw Garret's fatal flaw. The boy fought with only one hand. He fought like he was taught only the Epee, and not a two- handed broadsword, which of course anyone in the army knows that is the choice of weapon. He grabbed his sword's handle with both hands and then swiftly counter-attacked with several over head blows; hoping to push Garret back and to over power him with pure strength.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on November 07, 2007, 02:16:23 PM
     Lynch stepped back swiftly and parried the blow to his shoulder. The wooden swords came together for a moment swiftly before parting again, the clack of the clash ringing out in the yard. All other thoughts were banished as Garret focused on his opponent. The soldiers around them, quietly watching the match with excitement didn't exist. The Captain, and his new friends standing on the sidelines, watching his ever move, judging his every act didn't exits. He watched his steps while keeping his eyes on the Sgt., missing the comment the man had made, preferring to keep his attention on the task at hand.

     Lynch circled to his right. Garret had thought to go in for another slash attack after the first, but with the movements of the man he thought better of it. He was prepared to bide his time, watching and waiting. Then Lynch grabbed the hilt of the wooden weapon with both hands, and swiftly came forward. Piling on a layer of several over head blows. Garret backed up slowly, catching each blow on his own wooden weapon, the sound of wood striking wood ringing in the sudden silence. After the first strike, Garret brought his right arm up to the hilt, trying to lessen the shock of the blows as the Sgt. put his strength into them.

     He had learned in the beginning of his training that his sword arm was the most important. He could keep going if he had the strength with an injured right arm for a time, but his left needed to stay strong. For weeks his instructor had drilled it into him so that it was now second nature to bring his right arm into play when an enemy was trying to weaken his left. Without thinking he had brought his arm up, his right taking the majority of the shock while his left held him steady. After several strikes had landed, Garret stepped back, out of range for a moment, to make sure no unexpected strike was coming before he leapt forward, aiming a wicked slash at Lynch's right shoulder. At the last moment he angled the sword out and down more, bringing it down past the man's shoulder and in toward his ribs, hoping to score a hit.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on November 08, 2007, 12:44:00 AM
Hoping to overpower the youth with strength alone Sgt. Lynch laid several overhand blows, but Garret, used his right hand to help strengthen his left and ward off the blows, until he could strike back; and he did swiftly, feinting at Lynch's shoulder and then at the last moment going for his ribs.

Lynch parried the jab, the clack of wood against wood rang in the air but he was a blink too slow as he realized that it was only a feint and he felt the tip of Garret's sword swipe across his ribs. He grunted from the blow and a red mark appeared on the padding. Each sword was covered with a red dye that would rub off on the padding if the blow was sufficiently hard enough to award a hit. The blow that Garret struck first was not a fatal one, but it was the first.

A gasp escaped John's mouth. He had never thought anyone could land the first blow upon the Sarge. He yelled, "Come on Sarge!"

That opened the flood gate as the other's'; including Linden and Brule yelled, "Way to go Garret. Now move in for the kill."

Lynch grinned wickedly and lowered his sword in respect. "First blow goes to you recruit Garret. Now lets see if I can return the favor."

He began with his over hand blows once again, and then when he thought that Garret's right hand and arm were tired enough, he swivled on his right foot bringing his sword in a sweeping arc toward Garret's  right side of his head knowing, or hoping that Garret would have to use his sword to ward off the blow and at the last possible blink, turned on his left foot, turning completely around bringing his sword to attack Garret's unprotected left side, hoping to slice through Garret's side.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on November 08, 2007, 12:26:34 PM
     Lynch was just a moment too late and Garret's sword slashed across his ribs, leaving a red mark across the padding. The man grunted from the blow. The man watching the bout cheered, though their voices seemed a million miles away. Lynch grinned wickedly and lowered his sword.

     "First blow goes to you recruit Garret. Now let's see if I can return the favor," the Sgt. said.

     The man started off again with the strong overhead blows, wearing down Garrets arm. Garret had brought his right arm up again to take most of the impact from the blow, and a while Garret was searching for an opening, not sure how much longer his arms with hold up against the attacks without a break. Lynch could also obviously see that his arm was weakening a bit and went in at a different approach.

     He brought his sword around to the right side of Garret's head. The young recruit ducked, trying to get low and inside for an attack as the blade would sweep over him. But at the last second Lynch turned completely around and aiming at Garret's left side. Out of the corner of his eye Garret saw this, and as quickly as possibly he turn, the blow heading for his chest. In his hurry to try and avoid the blow, and his compromised position Garret lost his balance. He fell onto his back in the melting snow, throwing his elbows back to slow his fall a bit. The tip of his opponent's sword grazed his chest. He knew he was in trouble and would have to find someway to return to his feet. He kicked out at Lynch's legs, trying to delay the man for a moment as he rolled a ped or two to his right and try to regain his feet.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on November 09, 2007, 02:31:54 AM
Lynch's grin turned into a frown: instead of dealing an almost fatal blow to Garret's side, Garret had twisted almost cat like and made Lynch's sword just barely graze his chest. Lynch knew that if it had been a real sword all it would have done was scratch the armor his opponent would have been wearing.

Then his grin returned when he saw Garret fall. Lynch lost no time in advancing upon his fallen opponent. Garret kicked at his legs and began rolling over. Lynch dodged the kicks and began thrusting his sword down upon the rolling boy, barely missing him with each thrust.  He became angry, which was not something you should not do, an angry man makes mistakes and he knew it as soon as one of his thrusts drove the sword into the ground and he heard a distinctive "crack" sound as his sword split when it hit the frozen ground.  The bout was over.  Lynch stood there unbelieving for a moment and then he laughed as he held out his hand toward Garret. "I have lost. But I ask for a rematch later?" he asked.

John was stunned.

Linden and Brule were laughing as they went among others and collected their winnings among the grumbling losers.

The Captain stood there for a while and then ordered, "Sgt. Lynch, recruit Garret, private's Linden and Brule and you too Private John report to me as soon as you are all cleaned up."

"Yes Sir," They all shouted.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on November 09, 2007, 08:58:12 AM
     As Garret rolled away he heard the sound of Lynch's sword coming down nearby and one time saw the wooden weapon come close to hitting him. He moved a bit faster, trying to get away and regain his feet, and then a loud crack rang out through the yard. Garret saw the wooden weapon drove into the frozen ground by the Sgt. and knew it had cracked. Time seemed to stand still and all movement had stopped, Lynch standing over the sword, and Garret lying on his back nearby. Then the Sgt. laughed and held out his hand toward Garret.

      "I have lost. But I ask for a rematch later?" Lynch asked. Garret graciously accepted his help and replied.

     "Wouldn't have it any other way, sir," Garret replied. A grin crossed his face as he looked around, Linden and Brule were walking among the others that had come to watch the match, and First Class Private John stood stunned. Garret tried to catch the man's eye and fling a grin in his direction but failed.

     "Sgt. Lynch, recruit Garret, private's Linden and Brule and you too Private John report to me as soon as you are all cleaned up," the Captain ordered.

     "Yes Sir," Garret said, along with the others.

      He brushed the clumps of melting snow from the padding, whipping off the little bit of mud and mush it had acquired during his frantic struggle to regain his feet. After that he returned the padding and sword to where he had got them, dropping a step behind the others and he followed them.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on November 14, 2007, 02:45:54 AM
Lynch led the way to the barracks, John was walking next to him. Linden and Brule were a few steps behind walking on either side of Garret; both were grinning and counting the coins they had won.

"You did it Garret! I cannot believe it. You actually defeated the Sarge," Linden said excitedly.

Linden looked over at Brule, "Did you think Garret would defeat the Sarge and that quick?"

Brule shook his head and glanced at Garret out of the corner of his eye. "No, at least not that fast. But Linden Garret did..."

John twisted his head around and interrupted Brule, "Technically Garret did not defeat the Sgt. The Sgt broke his sword so recruit Garret actually did not defeat him. Did he Sarge?" John asked.

Lynch stopped and turned to John. "I am not sure why you seem so determined to defend me, Private, but if it had been a real battle with real swords, the outcome would have been the same; I would have lost, but in real battle, I would have lost my life not a little of my pride."

Lynch beamed at Garret. "I admire a man who can best me," he turned to face John "You John, almost bested me the first time we had a bout, and after a week of training, you did beat me...once. Garret here, bested me once...but he promised me a rematch. We shall see if he can do it again."

He laughed and then continued on his way to the barracks. "We should hurry and take baths, and put on clean uniforms and then get to the Captain's office, pronto! Lets move men!" He shouted as he began to run. "Last man, has to clean the water stall" 

He ran faster...


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on November 14, 2007, 03:57:36 AM
     Lynch and John led the way to the barracks, Brule and Linden walking along on either side of Garret. Both privates grinning and counting the coin they had one, Garret couldn't help but laugh. He had done well for himself without Shadowfoot by his side. The wolf strengthened him but he was strong by himself, and incredibly lucky. It had only been a little while but he already missed the great silver beast, they hadn't been separated for any length of time for almost a year and it felt strange to not have him at his side. He had to resist the urge to reach down for his companion.

     "You did it Garret! I cannot believe it. You actually defeated the Sarge," Linden said excitedly.

     "Did you think Garret would defeat the Sarge and that quick?" Linden said to Brule before Garret could get a word in.

     "No, at least not that fast. But Linden Garret did . . ." Brule said.

     "Technically Garret did not defeat the Sgt. The Sgt broke his sword so recruit Garret actually did not defeat him. Did he Sarge?" John asked, looking back at them.

     "I am not sure why you seem so determined to defend me, Private, but if it had been a real battle with real swords, the outcome would have been the same; I would have lost, but in real battle, I would have lost my life not a little of my pride." Lynch said, having stopped and turned toward John.

     "I admire a man who can best me," he looked at Garret, then turned to face John "You John, almost bested me the first time we had a bout, and after a week of training, you did beat me . . . once. Garret here, bested me once . . . but he promised me a rematch. We shall see if he can do it again."

     "I was lucky this time, hopefully my luck will stick with me for next time Sgt." Garret said with a grin.

      Lynch laughed and then started forward again.

     "We should hurry and take baths, and put on clean uniforms and then get to the Captain's office, pronto! Let's move men!" Lynch shouted as he began to run. "Last man, has to clean the water stall." 

     Lynch sped up, and Garret took off after him, not looking back to see the others. His face controlled by a grin and he moved forward. When traveling with a wolf, if you couldn't keep up you usually got left behind. A lesson Garret had learned early, when Shadowfoot had left him behind, leaving the slower human to just follow the wolf's tracks. Garret had caught up with him hours after dark, finding the great beast lounging in a clearing. Since then his speed and endurance have increased. Now he put his speed to use, keeping up with the others while staying away from the back. As the barracks came into view, he put on the last burst of speed like the others would, none wanting to fall to the back.
 
     He stopped in front of the barracks, he took the time to realize the shape he was in, his breathing was slightly labored but not so much as it would have been a year ago. When around Shadowfoot he never really noticed but now it was all clear. He suddenly wondered why his thoughts kept drifting to his canine companion. And it suddenly come to him that Shadowfoot was more than his best friend, the wolf was his other half. Without his brother Garret was almost lost, he felt like half a being. He shook the thought from his head, knowing he would see Shadowfoot later. He followed the others into the barracks, hurrying to get cleaned up before they had to go see the Captain.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on November 17, 2007, 03:03:40 AM
Lynch ran fast and so did the rest of them, but it was Garret who easily outdistanced them all and was first to reach the barracks, John was next, then himself and Brule just barely beat Linden who grumbled as he cleaned the water stall after they had all taken their showers. Linden waited to put on his uniform until he had cleaned the stall, not wanting to get it dirty. So, he was in his long underwear scrubbing the floor and walls of the stall.

"You about done?" Asked Brule, leaning against the wall buttoning his last button on his shirt.

Linden looked up at him and gave him an unkind gesture with his hand and arm and then rose off his knees. "Yeah, I'm done," Linden sighed.

"Good, now hurry and get dressed. The rest of us are all waiting for you before we go to the Captain's office," Brule said grinning.

"Yeah, yeah," Linden answered putting away the bucket and brush he had been using.

"Aw come on Linden," Brule said.

"I am going as fast as I can, Brule. Get off my back!" Linden said angrily.

"Ok, ok Linden. I helped by pressing your uniform. It is lying on your bed," Brule said as he walked away.

Linden's eyes went wide and he ran after Brule. "Really?" he asked.

"Yeah, really. Now stop your sulking and get dressed will you," Brule pleaded.

Linden got dressed in a hurry and both he and Brule rushed to the Captain's outer office where the rest waited for them. When they entered the door Sgt. Lynch was engaged in a conversation with Garret and John was sitting across from them, a sour look upon his face as he tried not to listen to the Sarge and Garret.

"So you found this wolf, called him Shadowfoot and he has been your companion since then and even the Captain allowed you to keep him?" Lynch asked Garret, amazed.



Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on November 17, 2007, 11:40:33 AM
     They all arrived in front of the barracks. Garret coming in the lead, with the others following, and Linden reaching the building last. They hurriedly took showers then got dressed in clean uniforms to meet the Captain, while Linden cleaned the stall. Garret, Lynch, and John were in the Captain's outer office speaking when Brule and Linden arrived. They had been talking about Shadowfoot.

     "So you found this wolf, called him Shadowfoot and he has been your companion since then and even the Captain allowed you to keep him?" Lynch asked Garret.

     "He kinda found me in a way too. And i named him Shadowfoot because as soon as he could walk he would always sneak up behind me, so it stuck. But that pretty much sums it up." Garret replied with a shrug.

     He wasn't exactly sure why the Captain had allowed Shadowfoot to stay but he was glad. If he hadn't then Garret wouldn’t have made the new friends that he had. He couldn't just leave his closest friend. Garret noticed Brule and Linden walk in. He tugged his shirt straight before returning to the collar, pulling at the fabric.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on November 20, 2007, 01:01:10 AM
Lynch sighed, "Well it is about time. It is almost chow time and I am famished," he said when Brule and Linden walked in. He stood up, looked around and then said, "Follow me and remember to walk in smartly behind me, spread out in a line and snap to attention and stay there until the Captain says "At ease" then you smartly spread your feet apart, shoulder width, arms behind your back, hands lying gently upon one another at the small of of your back. Understood!"

John nodded, "Yes Sarge," he said with a slight sigh. He already knew how to enter the Captain's office. More than likely the Sarge was going over what he, Brule and Linden already knew for Garret's sake. He still could not understand how the army would actually hire a merc and not put them in with the other merc's, and especially how his friends, the Sarge and even the Captain, seemed to like the merc, even to the point of allowing the merc to keep his wolf.

John glanced over at Garret and sighed inwardly. Before he had known that Garret had been a merc, he had liked the boy and his wolf, Shadowfoot. He was looking forward to making friends with him and if he could ever allow himself to do what the Captain had told him; not to make rash judgements.

He thought, I usually do not, but when it comes to merc's, a merc is a merc, but something inside of him told him that as his Captain had told him and even Linden, that perhaps Garret was not cut from the same cloth and that he should give the boy a chance. Then suddenly the images of his family and villiage flooded into his mind, recalling fresh his vow and resolve.

He looked away from Garret, his face a stone and followed the Sarge into the Captain's office.

The Captain, Nathan Lewis, a tall, sandy blonde haired, blue eyed man with a neatly trimmed blonde mustache was sitting at a rather large highly polished wooden oak desk.  A fire was burning brightly and warmly in the hearth and its flamed shadows shone brightly upon the gleaming highly polished oak floor as well. Set around the room were enough wooden straight backed chairs for all of them to sit upon. He looked up from the papers he was reading when they entered.

John noticed this all as he spread out and as fate would have it, Garret was on his inside right as he was at one end and Brule was on the other end, with the two youngest recruits in the middle of the line and the Sarge a step in front of the line.  John also noticed two other men sitting in the office, they both had Corporal stripes upon their sleeves as he heard the Sarge bark out, "Sgt Lynch and company reporting as ordered Sir!"

"At ease, gentlemen," the Captain ordered.




Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on November 22, 2007, 02:44:57 AM
As the group of fellow soldiers entered the Captain’s office Manik looked to Dean to see what they should do. The captain had told them to be at ease and sit, but with others coming into the room and standing at attention Manik wasn’t exactly sure what to do. Looking to Dean, Manik could tell Dean wasn’t sure either, so he rose to his feet and stood in the ‘at ease’ stance with Dean doing the same. There was no new officer to stand at attention for but Manik figured standing was safer than sitting.

***

The night before Manik had lounged away his evening with Dia, and then once he had left her he had made his way back to the garrison and his bunk. In the morning Manik and Dean woke with their squad, or former squad, and joined them for breakfast. They weren’t sure what was expected of them now that they were joining Lt. Farrel’s operation. During breakfast though another guard had come to tell them that they were given the morning off, but to stay in the garrison grounds as Captain Lewis would be calling for them later. After they were done their food, Sgt. Henderson and the squad went off to duty and Manik and Dean were left to themselves. After a few moments of just sitting pondering what to do Dean suggested they head over to see if unarmed combat practice was going. Manik hadn’t done any unarmed practice yet and Dean said it was usually a pretty good time, so he agreed.

By the time most of a bell had gone by Manik and Dean were sweaty, dirty and locked in a tight grapple. Dean was trying to hook Manik’s leg and Manik was struggling to keep his footing and pressure Dean to the ground. After a few hops Dean managed to push Manik over backwards and they both landed in a pile with Dean on top. They were wrestling for control until the Sergeant in charge turned from the other groups and called a halt and told them to start again. Bent over hands on knees catching his breath Manik looked up when he heard his name. “Private Manik, private Dean, you are expected to be in Captain Lewis’ office by the next bell.” They said thanks to the other guard and realizing they didn’t have much time ran off to shower and change. They had to jog part of the way to make it on time.


***

Now standing in the office with the other soldiers having entered Manik was still stunned from receiving his corporal stripes. The captain had given him his reasons but it still seemed almost unreal. He had barely joined the guard, still didn’t know his way around the city and was already a Corporal. He wondered if it would not turn out to be a curse for him for making friends and fitting in. Dean to his right was standing proud, his corporal stripes also held on by 2 pins. They would sow them on once they had some free time. At least if it did turn a curse he had his new friend to share his grief.

After getting their stripes the captain had told them to sit while he filled out some of the paper work, which is why they had been sitting when the others had come in. Manik’s curiosity peaked as he scanned the new arrivals. He wasn’t wholly glad to see Sgt. Lynch given their short past. Of the other four he recognized one from around the garrison, but didn’t know the man’s name. And the one wasn’t wearing guard uniform, which meant…he was a civilian? Strange.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on November 22, 2007, 03:41:23 PM
Private Dean Winters

As the five entered the room Dean rose to his feet with Manik. Of the arrivals he recognized all in uniform. Sgt. Lynch, Linden, Brule and Private First Class John, but the other man wasn’t wearing guard uniform and Dean had never seen him he was pretty sure. The three privates were good men. Dean had clashed practice swords or shared some pints with them from time to time and they were nice enough. With the other privates in the room he stood up straighter, proud and eager to see their reaction to his new corporal stripes.  Also it was weird how he and Manik hadn’t been excused yet or been given commands for the rest of the day.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on November 24, 2007, 11:47:54 AM
     "Well it is about time. It is almost chow time and I am famished," Lynch said when Brule and Linden entered. He stood and looked around, "Follow me and remember to walk in smartly behind me, spread out in a line and snap to attention and stay there until the Captain says "At ease" then you smartly spread your feet apart, shoulder width, arms behind your back, hands lying gently upon one another at the small of your back. Understood!"

     "Yes Sarge," John said.

     "Yes sir," Garret said lightly, guessing that the last bit of information was mainly directed at him.
 
     He knew that he had a lot to learn about the army and some of his old habits would change. It was already very obvious that mercenaries and soldiers were quite different and he would have to relearn how to act around these fighters. From the corner of one grey eye he saw John look at him. The young recruit looked over in the man's direction and grinned disarmingly but John looked away as he did so. Garret ran one hand down his face then through his hair, wondering what it would take to get John to trust him. He had little time to ponder this as Lynch led them into the Captain's office. He tugged his tunic straight once more before entering the room.

     As they entered, Garret followed the Sergeants directions to the letter, spreading out in a line then swiftly moving his limbs into the stance taught to him earlier. His movements were a bit jerky and unpracticed, setting him apart from the others but it wasn't very noticeable, at least Garret hoped it wasn’t. As he followed orders he surveyed the room. His grey eyes traveled from the flame dancing in the hearth to the polished oak flood then moving to the large, polished oak desk before finally landing on the man sitting behind it. The Captain was an impressive looking man with bright blue eyes, sandy blonde hair, and a light mustache; all well kept and clean cut.

     The new recruit tore his eyes from the man to quickly cast a glance at the two men standing off to the side with stripes pined to their sleeves. His gaze passed over them quickly and he looked from side to side, finding himself in between John and Linden, with Brule on Linden's other side and Lynch out in front of them. His disciplined mind kicked in then and he set his eyes straight ahead.

     "Sgt Lynch and company reporting as ordered Sir!" Lynch said.

     "At ease, gentlemen," the Captain ordered.

     Garret was half a step behind the others as the moved into the next position, but he followed swiftly, his hands behind his back with his feet shoulder length apart. He stood there waiting for the Captain to speak, wondering why they had been summoned. He cleared his head and waited patiently.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on November 27, 2007, 02:49:31 AM
Captain Lewis stared at the men in front of him and he smiled inwardly as he saw his two new Corporal's stand at attention as well when the Sgt and the rest of the men walked in.  He could see the indecision on Manik's and Winter's faces as they rose from their chairs.

"Gentlemen please take a seat and make yourselves comfortable."

After the men all sat down another corporal came into the office and offered everyone a cup of tea, left the pot of hot water and a tin of tea on the Captain's desk and then left.

Captain Lewis filled his cup with some tea leaves and poured some hot water into it. He let the leaves steep as he spoke. "I know that the Sgt. knows everyone here, but the rest of you may not know each other. So I will make the introductions. The two men with brand new corporal stripes on their sleeves are Corporal Manik Targin and Corporal Dean Winters."

John, Brule and Linden all knew Dean, and though they had seen Manik around had never had the chance to meet him. John spoke up. "Sir, private Brule and Linden and I know Corporal Winter's, and we have seen Corporal Targin around but never had the chance to formally meet him sir."

"Good. Then you have now been formally introduced to him. Now, introduce your other soldier with you," Lewis ordered.

John glanced over at Garret and then stiffly introduced him to Manik and Dean. "Corporal's Targin and Winter's this is recruit Garret Arroway. He is a mercenary."

"Private First Class John, did you forget what we talked about earlier?" Lewis asked.

"Sir, no Sir. I just thought that the Corporals should know, Sir!" John shouted, standing at attention.

"Well I was going to tell them myself, but I appreciate you doing it for me, Private. Now please sit down."

John sat down, his face a bit red but stony.

Lewis picked up his cup and took a sip. The tea warmed his insides. He watched if others were taking his cue and as far as he could see the only one not drinking was John. Perhaps he should dismiss the man. It was obvious that his dislike for mercenariies was going to be a problem. But he needed John, just as he needed the rest of them. Each one had a special qualtiy, talent that was going to be needed and used.

Finally he spoke. "Gentlemen I have called you here to ask you to join a special elite force of men. I will not order you to join. This is a volunteer position. Once you have decided, those who stay will be told of the training and mission of this elite force of men. Corporal's Targin and Winter's have already decided to join. I suppose you have some questions. Ask them and I will try to answer them as best as I can."

Lynch glanced down the row of men, his gaze stopping briefly upon John, Garret and then on the two new Corporals. Finally he stared at the Captain. He took a sip of tea, though he really did not care for the stuff. He thought it was too high brow, but he also was no fool and followed his Captain's actions.

An elite force of men, kept running through his brain. What kind of men? What would be their training? What would be their mission? The Captain said once everyone who was willing to volunteer for this special force of men was here then the mission would be explained. So the last question in his mind would not be answered...at least not right away. But the others could be.

"Sir, I am wondering what kind of training will we recieve?" he asked.

"A whole different type that has never been done by regular army. You will learn to use your hands and feet as weapons. Broadswords and armor will not be worn or used, instead you will be dressed...in a different way and your weapons will be special designed knives, daggars and other silent type of weapons. You will learn to use these weapons in ways that have never been done before, you will learn to use the terrain around you to your advantage; to blend in with it, to learn to love it so much that it becomes a part of you, but most of all you will learn to use your brain. The most dangerous of any weapon man can make," Lewis answered.

Lynch sat back and drank his tea, not caring that he did not like it. The Captain's answer to his question had raised more questions in his mind and at the same time intrigued him. No broadswords or armor? Only knives and daggars and your hands and feet as weapons? He already knew how to use a knife and a daggar and as far as his hands were concerned, he could hold his own, even more, in a good fist fight. What did he need to learn that was so different?  Blend in with the terrain? To learn to love it? What in Coor's name did that mean?  Dress differently? What did that mean? It was those questions and other's that intrigued Lynch. He decided he wanted to know and become a part of this special force of men. He wondered what they would be called, if they were not part of the regular army?  In a way it sounded somewhat like a mercenary's job. But Lynch knew that Merc's used broadswords, or any type of swords and they wore armor; some of which was better than the army's, because they could afford it.

He cleared his throat. "Sir. I would like to volunteer. I am intriqued by this prospect of special forces of men."

Lewis's eyes widened. They had been trying to name this group of men and the Sgt. just may have inadvertantly done so...Special Forces! It had a certain ring to it. Lewis liked it. "Thank you Sgt. I accept. Anyone else?" Lewis asked.

Brule looked over at Linden and Linden's face was alight with excitement. He nodded and both of them said almost at once. "We volunteer, Sir."

Lewis almost smiled. "Very well. I accept Private First Class Linden and Brule," He eyed John and Garret. "Anyone else?" he asked.

John stood up after awhile. "Sir, you said this was a volunteer assignment?" John asked.

"Yes, it is volunteer. I will not order you to join. For this assignment is very dangerous," Lewis answered. He had hoped that John would say yes, but he could see that John was going to turn it down, probably because he thought Garret would not and he could not overcome his feelings toward mercenaries.

"Then Sir, with your permission I ask that I be dismissed."

"Are you sure private?" Lewis asked softly.

John looked around and saw Brule's and Linden's crestfallen faces and even the sarge seemed to be a bit disappointed. Dean's face also mirrored the others and John refused to look in Garret's direction. He faced the Captain, standing tall. "Yes Sir. I am sure," he said.

"If that is what you want private then you are dismissed," Lewis answered, saluting as John saluted, turned on his heel and walked out of the office closing the door behind him.

Lewis looked at the last remaining man, Garret. And waited for his answer.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on November 27, 2007, 04:35:16 AM
     "Gentlemen please take a seat and make yourselves comfortable." Captain Lewis said.

     Garret followed the others, sitting when they did. He was not used to all the formality and was slightly uneasy in the Captain's office. Surrounded by men that were all higher of rank then him made it a bit worse even though a few of those were already friends. As they sat another man came in and offered everyone a cup of tea. Once more Garret looked to the others for a moment, not wanting to do anything to offend anyone. He knew it would take time to go from the comfortably companionship of mercenaries to the status strict army. Garret sunk back into the confines of his chair, sitting up straight but trying his hardest to go unnoticed until spoken too.

     "I know that the Sgt. knows everyone here, but the rest of you may not know each other. So I will make the introductions. The two men with brand new corporal stripes on their sleeves are Corporal Manik Targin and Corporal Dean Winters." Captain Lewis introduced.

     "Sir, private Brule and Linden and I know Corporal Winter's, and we have seen Corporal Targin around but never had the chance to formally meet him sir." John said, speaking for the three of them.

     "Good. Then you have now been formally introduced to him. Now, introduce your other soldier with you," Lewis ordered.

      John glanced over at Garret and then began the introduction. "Corporal's Targin and Winter's this is recruit Garret Arroway. He is a mercenary."

     Garret might have been mistaken but the man's tone seemed to turn icy as he uttered the word mercenary, as if it was some word cursed by death itself. He wondered if there was anyway to prove himself to this man that seemed to judge him because of his choice in way of survival. Garret brought his attention back to the conversation as the Captain spoke.

     "Private First Class John, did you forget what we talked about earlier?" Lewis asked.

     "Sir, no Sir. I just thought that the Corporals should know, Sir!" John shouted, standing at attention.

     "Well I was going to tell them myself, but I appreciate you doing it for me, Private. Now please sit down." Captain Lewis said.

     John sat down. The Captain picked up his cup and took a sip. Garret lifted his own cup when the others did, taking a small sip of the hot liquid. The man seemed to be watching them over the brim of his cup, his face unchanged, but Garret could guess he was thinking.

     Finally he spoke. "Gentlemen I have called you here to ask you to join a special elite force of men. I will not order you to join. This is a volunteer position. Once you have decided, those who stay will be told of the training and mission of this elite force of men. Corporal's Targin and Winter's have already decided to join. I suppose you have some questions. Ask them and I will try to answer them as best as I can."

     "Sir, I am wondering what kind of training will we receive?" Lynch asked, breaking the momentary silence.

     "A whole different type that has never been done by regular army. You will learn to use your hands and feet as weapons. Broadswords and armor will not be worn or used, instead you will be dressed...in a different way and your weapons will be special designed knives, daggers and other silent type of weapons. You will learn to use these weapons in ways that have never been done before, you will learn to use the terrain around you to your advantage; to blend in with it, to learn to love it so much that it becomes a part of you, but most of all you will learn to use your brain. The most dangerous of any weapon man can make," Lewis answered.

     "Sir. I would like to volunteer. I am intriqued by this prospect of special forces of men." Lynch replied to the Captain's answer

     "Thank you Sgt. I accept. Anyone else?" Lewis asked.

     "We volunteer, Sir." Brule and Linden said, almost at the same time.

     "Very well. I accept Private First Class Linden and Brule," Captain said then he eyed John and Garret. "Anyone else?" he asked.

     "Sir, you said this was a volunteer assignment?" Stood up and asked.

     "Yes, it is volunteer. I will not order you to join. For this assignment is very dangerous," Lewis answered.

     "Then Sir, with your permission I ask that I be dismissed." John replied.

     "Are you sure private?" Lewis asked softly.

     "Yes Sir. I am sure," John answered. Garret seeing his gaze travel over him and on his friends in the room.

     "If that is what you want private then you are dismissed," Lewis answered, saluting as John saluted, turned on his heel and walked out of the office closing the door behind him.

     The Captain then looked at Garret, waiting for his answer. Garret shifted uncomfortably under the man's gaze, trying to take in everything said and order his thoughts. This offer intrigued him. After a few moments he knew what he would say.

     "Sir, sorry if I'm out of place but I feel I must speak directly. This offer interests me and I would gladly volunteer, but I cannot accept if it compromises the purpose of this group. If Private John is needed more than me and my declining will give yall access to a man of higher rank and better trained then I will decline." Garret said, those last words coming out of his mouth somewhat reluctantly. He paused for moment to think then began again, "Sir, I learned fighting with mercenaries that one man doesn't make a group. I would decline if Private John is needed more. Shadowfoot and I would go join with the other mercenaries if that’s what it took to better the group as a whole, in defending this city. "

     He stopped then, recalling the old mercenary that had taught him that and remembering the day he died following his own words. Garret sat quietly, not wondering if he had spoken out of line, not wondering if he would return to the mercenary group, not really wondering about anything. Just sitting there waiting for the Captain's orders.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on November 27, 2007, 04:07:22 PM
As Manik was introduced to the other guards he tried desperately to remember their names, repeating them over and over in his mind. He found people were more responsive to you if you remembered their name.

"Corporal's Targin and Winter's this is recruit Garret Arroway. He is a mercenary."

Dean’s brow furrowed. Dean had been in the guard long enough to absorb the general dislike of mercenaries. He had seen enough to know their type. It wasn’t the nature of the man, but the nature of the job that irked most of the guard. Dean had shared a few occasional drinks with mercenaries and had shared laughter and listened to their tall tales and for the most part they were tolerable. But to compare their sellsword ways to the noble life of a guard of Nyermersys was a travesty. Dean wasn’t happy to hear the man was a mercenary but at the same time he was introduced as recruit Garret. Mercenaries were never given rank by guards, they were just called mercenaries. If this Garret had decided to change his ways and come over to the good team it was all a victory for the guards in Dean’s point of view.

Manik’s experience with mercenaries was limited to when they accompanied merchant trains through his village. For the most part they seemed normal men, if not a little rough and vulgar. The only one he had ever known was a man a decade older than him from his village. Manik could still remember when he was young the man, Hadrian was his name, had just reached adulthood and was boasting in the town square about joining a mercenary band. It was a sizeable group that had come passing through and stayed a day or two to get their horses looked after. While they were in town they put out word they were hiring. Hadrian had been one of those cocky, full of life and vigour kind of boys and Manik remembered him boasting about all the great things he would see and do. Manik didn’t see Hadrian for 8 years after that until the man came through with a caravan guarded by a remnant of the former band. When Manik and others had approached Hadrian to ask him about what he had done, Hadrian was a different person. He was elusive, quiet, somber, and had a haunted look about him. When asked he just replied “I saw things,” and looked like he would continue but thought better of it and went back to his ale. Usually they had been a source of excitement as they carried swords and wore armour, but Manik still remembered that haunted look and had no idea what to think about mercenaries.


At Captain Lewis’ explanation of their training, Manik was excited but also a bit troubled. The skills sounded awkwardly close to those infamous of an assassin. He hadn’t come to join the guard to be an assassin.

"Sir. I would like to volunteer. I am intriqued by this prospect of special forces of men." Stated Sgt. Lynch.

Manik knew Lynch was a skilled soldier and good at training, but with their few interactions over his days in Nyermersys being less than great he couldn’t help but feel less than elated at the Sergeant’s answer. He was happy, however, when two of the other privates also agreed if it only meant he and Dean weren’t the only victims for Lynch.

The only ones left now were John and Garret and it was John who spoke first.
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John stood up after awhile. "Sir, you said this was a volunteer assignment?" John asked.

"Yes, it is volunteer. I will not order you to join. For this assignment is very dangerous," Lewis answered. He had hoped that John would say yes, but he could see that John was going to turn it down, probably because he thought Garret would not and he could not overcome his feelings toward mercenaries.

"Then Sir, with your permission I ask that I be dismissed."

"Are you sure private?" Lewis asked softly.

"Yes Sir. I am sure."

The whole interaction was awkward as John’s decline was obviously directed at Garret. Manik just leaned back staying quiet trying to escape the situation.

After that it was Garret’s turn to decide
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"Sir, sorry if I'm out of place but I feel I must speak directly. This offer interests me and I would gladly volunteer, but I cannot accept if it compromises the purpose of this group. If Private John is needed more than me and my declining will give yall access to a man of higher rank and better trained then I will decline." Garret said, those last words coming out of his mouth somewhat reluctantly. He paused for moment to think then began again, "Sir, I learned fighting with mercenaries that one man doesn't make a group. I would decline if Private John is needed more. Shadowfoot and I would go join with the other mercenaries if that’s what it took to better the group as a whole, in defending this city. "

Garret’s offer to decline to help the group was commendable. Manik didn’t know either well enough to judge which would be better suited, but Garret’s offer did help prove his worth. The other thing that Garret said that tugged at his mind was the name Shadowfoot. Who was that and what was their part in this? Manik made a note to ask Garret or someone about it when he got the chance. For now Manik shifted his gaze once again to the captain to hear his response.

Once the Captain gave his response and the matter was settled Manik planned on asking a few questions that had come to him.

“When Lt. Farrel described this special group to us he made it out to be more of reconnaissance and disrupting supply lines behind enemy lines, but the training you described made it sound more like …. assassins for lack of a better word?” Manik asked, with the word assassins said with obvious discomfort. Manik was afraid he might have gone to far with saying the task was like assassin work, but he wanted it answered.

“Will there be more than just the men in this room in this group?”
Manik couldn’t help but wonder how a handful of men were going to handle such a task and cover so much ground. He also wanted to ask about Lt. Farrel, but thought maybe that was going too far. Wasn't Farrel supposed to lead this thing? Where is he?


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on February 01, 2008, 02:45:48 AM
Captain Lewis took another sip of tea as he considered Private Garret's question and then Corporal Manik asked a couple of questions too, before Lewis could answer Garret. The Captain gave Manik a withering stare and then cleared his throat as he turned his attention to Garret.

"Private Garret if you were not needed you would not have been asked to join. As far as Private First Class John is concerned, do not be. He is my responsibility not yours, at the moment. And to answer one of your questions Corporal Manik," the Captain now turned his full attention upon him, "Yes, the only men who will be involved are in this room, at least for now. We, the officers and I, will be evaluating the training and eventual success or failure of a real mission."

He paused and took another sip of tea.

"Some of what you may be required to do will learn to kill your enemy with stealth and silent. So, in part, Corporal Manik, the answer is yes, you will learn the skills of an assassin, but you will be taught far beyond that. You will be taught how to disrupt and harrass your enemy behind their lines. You will be taught to how to live off of the land or the supplies you may capture during one of your missions. You will be taught how to spy, how to recognize troop movements, whether they are real or false. You will be taught how to sneek upon the enemy and kill him before he knows what hit him.  All of these things and more will be included in your training."

He turned to the whole group, his face grave. "This is not going to be easy. The training will be rough and the reality will be tougher than you can imagine. You will be in danger twenty five hours a day. If the enemy catches you, you will probably be outright killed, or tortured for information. Myself, I would rather be killed outright. Torture is a long and painful procedure, which by the way you will be trained to resist as well. The motto of this special force of men will be "No man left behind and dead is better than talking."

"No man left behind means if there is a wounded man on the field and you can rescue him, then do so, if not then you are left with several choices; of either killing him there, leaving him to kill himself, or leave him to his enemies and hope you can mount a rescue. I believe that last part of the motto speaks for itself. Now are there any more who would like to rethink their decision or have questions?" He asked, looking at each man in their eyes awaiting their response.

The Sgt. and the other Corporals did not say a word. So Captain Lewis's eyes rested upon Corporal's Manik, Dean and Garret respectively.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on February 18, 2008, 02:18:47 PM
     Before the Captain formed a reply for Garret, one of the men, Corporal Targin, spoke up. He thought the question a good one and also wanted to know for sure what Captain Lewis had meant. Many soldiers thought that mercenaries were low-lifes, just a little bit earlier he had to convince Linden and Brule that he wasn't like the others. While mercenaries were widely hated by soldiers, assassins were despised by everyone.

     Garret tried his best not to classify people, but he couldn't understand how someone could just kill for money. Some would say that mercenaries did just that, killed for money, but there was a large gap between the two in his eyes. With that final thought he turned back toward the conversation, realizing that he had missed a second question, from the Corporal. He caught the last couple words, but couldn’t figure out what had been said. With a concealed sigh, he looked up at the Captain, waiting for an answer. The powerful man cast a silencing glace at Targin, before turning to answer Garret.

     "Private Garret if you were not needed you would not have been asked to join. As far as Private First Class John is concerned, do not be. He is my responsibility not yours, at the moment. And to answer one of your questions Corporal Manik, yes, the only men who will be involved are in this room, at least for now. We, the officers and I, will be evaluating the training and eventual success or failure of a real mission."

     Garret nodded after the man had answered him and steeled his resolve about accepting this. He still silently wondered if he would be a factor that could lean toward the failure of their mission, as the Captain had put it. Less than a heartbeat later he put the thought aside, refusing to think about it. Putting too much thought into things that couldn't be helped was always a problem of his. Captain Lewis had paused for a moment to take a sip of tea before answering Manik's first question. He listened silently, taking in each of the Captain's words, his grey eyes growing a bit darker as the man continued to speak. The last bit of the information captured his attention.

     If the enemy catches you, you will probably be outright killed, or tortured for information. Myself, I would rather be killed outright. Torture is a long and painful procedure, which by the way you will be trained to resist as well. The motto of this special force of men will be 'No man left behind and dead is better than talking.' No man left behind means if there is a wounded man on the field and you can rescue him, then do so, if not then you are left with several choices; of either killing him there, leaving him to kill himself, or leave him to his enemies and hope you can mount a rescue. I believe that last part of the motto speaks for itself."

     Garret continued to hear those words even after the Captain had uttered him. His mind was wrapped around that concept and immersed in a sea of thoughts. He almost missed the finals sentence that the man had spoken, but he had pulled himself back in time, setting aside his thoughts for later. Lewis asked if anyone was having any second thoughts. None of the men on either side of him said anything so the Captain turned his gaze on the two Corporals and him. Dark grey eyes found their way to the others that were still deciding at that moment, looking for any sign of being prepared to reply. After a few moments, neither had answered. Garret was feeling a tad bit uneasy at the moment and he lightly cleared his throat, silently hoping his voice didn't crack. On of the few things that made him nervous was being surrounded by superiors, and making himself the center of attention by speaking first made it worse. He fumbled for the right words for the moment.

     "I have no second thoughts and accept, sir," Garret said awkwardly, resisting the urge to lift one hand to scratch the back of his head, his usual nervous gesture.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on February 21, 2008, 01:42:51 AM
Captain Lewis nodded at Garret's answer. He was sure the boy could teach even his most hardened soldiers a thing or two. Did he not best Sgt. Lynch? And Lynch was supposedly the weapon master, well except Lt. Farrel, who was a master swordsman and who was not here. Lewis wondered why? After all it was his idea to form this special force of men.

Suddenly there was knock on the door.

"Enter," Lewis ordered.

Private First Class John came into the room, closed the door behind him and then stood at attention. "Pemission to speak to the Captain?"

"Permission granted, Private." Lewis answered.

"Sir, I have changed my mind and would like to revolunteer, though with the news I bring I do not know if it will be needed so urgently," John said.

Lewis frowned, what news was John talking about? "Private, tell me what changed your mind and why I should allow you join? After that you can tell me what this news is."

"Yes Sir," John said loudly enough to be heard but respectful enough to be easy on the ears of those in the room. "I thought about the mission Sir and also what we talked about and it may be that not all Merc's are what I think they are, nevertheless I decided that my personal feelings come second to the mission at hand. I also know that I have the necessary skills and training to start and complete this special force training otherwise the Captain Sir, would not have chosen me in the first place."

Lewis almost smiled, but kept it to himself; perhaps Garret and John will turn out to be friends after all.

'Now what is this news you were talking about?" Lewis asked.

"Sir, we have just received a report from the Castle. The Earl has decided to call off the war."

Lewis sat straight up in surprise. "What? Are you sure, Private?" He asked.

"Yes sir, here is the report," John answered, handing the Captain a piece of parchment.

Lewis took the parchment, read it, and saw the royal seal in wax upon it. It was true, the war over, even before it began. A part of Lewis sighed with relief, as he was not looking forward to seeing fresh faces of the dead, with eyes wide open, staring at him as he would go over the battlefield ordering burying details. However another part of him wanted to see how this special forces of men and their training would turn out and effective they would be? Now he and they would never find out...or would they?

He stood up and paced the floor...thinking. He turned and faced the men in the room; all of them with astonished, almost unbelievable looks upon their faces. Lewis could almost hear their thoughts. "Gentlemen, it seems that the Earl has changed his mind and it is true we will not be going to war. However, I am still going to implement the training schedule for our Special Forces forthwith. I expect all of you to get some rest, and then pack your things. You will all be moved to a special barracks away from the rest. There you will unpack and the training will commence. I do not have to tell you that you will not speak to anyone of this Special Force. Anyone violating this order will be executed on the spot! Do I make myself clear?" Lewis asked.

Lynch jumped up and so did the others and yelled "Yes Sir!"  Private First Class John was among them and smiling broadly.

Lewis glanced at Garret, Manik and Dean who had stood, but he did not quite hear them say, "Yes Sir," of course he could have missed their voices amongst the chorus of the others, but he was not sure, so he waited.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on March 02, 2008, 09:04:16 AM
     A sudden knocked at the door caused Garret's head to turn. It surprised him to see John enter the room at the captain's order. He listened as the man state why he wished to be included in the group of men that sat in this room at the moment. When the subject changed to the new that had been brought, Garret's already dark eyes darkened. War?

     It took a second for him to realize how stupid he had been. Of course they had been planning for a war by organizing this group, but Garret hadn't heard the words uttered and his mind hadn't registered that as a possibility till now. He silently reprimanded himself as the Captain read the parchment that John had brought. His attention was once more turned to the people in the room after a moment and he watched the measured steps of the Captain as he paced the floor. 

     "Gentlemen, it seems that the Earl has changed his mind and it is true we will not be going to war. However, I am still going to implement the training schedule for our Special Forces forthwith. I expect all of you to get some rest, and then pack your things. You will all be moved to a special barracks away from the rest. There you will unpack and the training will commence. I do not have to tell you that you will not speak to anyone of this Special Force. Anyone violating this order will be executed on the spot! Do I make myself clear?" Lewis said.

     Garret was half a step behind the others as they jumped from their seats and replied to the Captain's words with a rather loud, 'Yes sir'. Again he was later, forming the first word as the others were on the second. He winced inwardly and figured he would have to work on that, while hoping that his slightly quieter words had been heard among the others. If not he was almost sure that the lateness was probably noted. But as Captain Lewis' glaze fell on him he wasn't so sure. He silently cursed all mercenary groups because they had done nothing to preparing for this. Instead of speaking out of line, Garret nodded once as the man's bright blue eyes fell on him once more.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on March 05, 2008, 12:50:34 AM
Lewis saw Garret's head nod in assent and assumed the boy was a bit overwhelmed by it all or else he had said, "Yes Sir," and Lewis had not heard it over the others; either way Lewis stood there looking at the group of men who were going to be Nyermersys's Special Forces. 

He thoughtfully rubbed his hand over his chin. "While you pack men I want you to think of a name for your group. Special Forces somehow does not have the ring to it, it does not associate itself with Nyermersys or the Earl, if you know what I mean? So, if any of you have an idea what to call yourselves just throw the name around amongst yourselves and only yourselves, until it is settled, and then after you have passed the tests and are ready, then we can formally name you. I have been giving some thought about those of you who pass of changing your clothes or perhaps an insignia that tells everyone who sees it that you are an elite and belong to an elite force of men.  I am not sure, I have to run it by the Earl and Lt. Farrel.  After all he is the one who came up with the idea in the first place, but he had to go to the Castle on some buisness. Once he arrives, I am sure he will introduce himself to you, in his usual fashion."

Lewis sat down, "Dismissed," he ordered.

The men in the room all yelled, "Yes Sir," and then filed out of the room, John was the last to leave and closed the door behind him as he walked out.  He walked up to Garret and Sgt. Lynch, he heard the Sarge say, "After we pack and unpack I want you to show me that parry you did on me. I was sure I had you. I have never seen a sword used in that manner and that quickly."

Lynch saw John come up from behind standing behind Garret. "Private, is there something?"

John wanted to speak to Garret alone, but it seemed that the Sarge was not going to allow that to happen, so John straightened his shoulders and spoke. "Yes Sarge, I just wanted to say to Private Garret that I hopes he changes my mind about Merc's and that I look forward to working with him."

Lynch's eyes widened. He had not expected that, considering John's past and feelings towards mercenaries, not that Lynch did not blame the boy; having your parents and whole village murdered and then burnt to the ground by a bunch of mercenaries, he probably would feel the same.  But if this Special Force of men were to work then Lynch knew that all of them would have to work together, not even as a unit but more like one man; knowing what the other is going to do before he even did it and that would take a whole bushel of trust between each man and whole bushel of training. Lynch was excited at the prospect of beginning thier training as soon as possible.

Lynch grinned and backed away. "I will leave you two to talk. I need to go pack," he said as he turned and walked away.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on March 20, 2008, 11:01:56 PM
John looked at Garret. He really studied him this time and saw what he was not what he percieved him to be. Garret was approximately his age, though the life he must have led made him look much older. He carried himself with a causual grace and his lithe body belied the man's strength and agility as John had seen first hand when he saw Garret and the Sarge sparring with one another; he had never thought there was anyone who could best the Sarge.

It was an awkward type of silence as both men looked at one another. John thought I wonder what Garret thinks of me, especially since the way I treated him? I really do hope he changes my mind about Merc's for I really do like him; I liked him the first time I laid eyes on him.

Finally, the silence overbearing, John held out his hand. "I meant what I said to the Sarge, Garret. I hope you can change my mind about Merc's. I really do like you. I have ever since I met you. I suppose I should tell you why I hate Merc's so much, or perhaps the others already told you? Well it is best it came from me.

"I was only seven when a band of Merc's came into our small village. My father was the local blacksmith and we all assumed they had come to buy, fix their armor, or have their swords sharpened.  When the leader of our village came out to greet them, they cut off his head and then proceeded to kill every man, woman and child, even those still suckling in the village.

"I had been at a nearby river fishing when I heard the screams and saw the smoke rising from our village. When I finally reached it the last thing I saw was my father swinging his sword at several men trying to protect my mother and sister. He cut one down, but there were too many and finally they killed him. I screamed and two of them gave chase as I ran toward my family. My mother screamed for me to run away. I hesitated, but when I saw the two, now three men on horseback galloping toward me I did not heed my mother's voice but picked up rocks and with my sling began to throw rocks at the approaching riders.

"The supposedly leader had my mother and sister under his control and he watched as his men bore down on me. They laughed at my rock throwing until one rock hit one man square in the head and knocked him off his horse. I believe I killed him, or at least knocked him unconcious, I was not sure for suddenly the rest of them were upon me and I ran and ducked under their swings trying to run toward my mother and sister.

"They had fun coralling me; much like you would a wild horse. I would run this way and a man would cut me off with his horse, I would run the other and another man was there. They were all laughing and slowly but surely they boxed me in. Finally I jumped at one, hoping to knock him off his horse and steal it, but I was too weak, young and inexpierenced. I was hit on the head with a pommel of the man's sword.

"I woke up several hours, perhaps a half day later. They must have thought I had been killed, for they had left. However when I found my way to my family I noticed my mother's dress was torn off and she lay in an awkward manner; as I neared her, calling her name, I saw that her legs and arms were both splayed open and tied with strips of leather to stakes in the ground.  My sister lay upon her bare chest they had both been gutted like a fish! A fish, Garret! Can you imagine what that looked liked to a seven year old boy?

"I buried my family that day and vowed that any mercenary I came across would die. My uncle from another village took me in and raised me. i trained myself, along with his help, to learn how to use a sword so that I could take my revenge. However, I realized that my uncle could not give me all the training I needed so after I was old enough, I joined the army and here I found a family. A family that disliked Merc's almost as much as i, until you came along.  That is why I suppose I resented you so much, not that you were a Merc, though that was a strong motivation, it was more that you were becoming close to my family.  That is why I hold out my hand in hopes of having you as a friend and not as an enemy and I hope you understand why I feel like I do about Merc's."

John waited for Garret to answer with his hand held out.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on March 21, 2008, 03:24:32 AM
     "Dismissed," he ordered, sitting down after explaining the situation to the men.

     "Yes Sir," Garret said with the others, following them out of the room. He found himself beside Lynch, listening to the man's words, attempting to keep his grin minimal.

     "After we pack and unpack I want you to show me that parry you did on me. I was sure I had you. I have never seen a sword used in that manner and that quickly."

     He attempted to hide the grin that was creeping up on him at the praise, and nodded at Lynch's words, adding a 'Yes sir' to go with it. This wasn't like him, to be easily swayed by a few simple words. He hadn't acted like this since he was ten or twelve years old and the trainer had congratulated him for besting one of the noble's sons.

     Grey eyes stared afar, gone with his mind, when John joined the two, and Garret missed Lynches words. He nearly missed John's words, but he shook off the mists. He felt a little weak in the knees and wished Shadowfoot was near by. With a hidden sigh he turned toward John, listening as the man spoke.

     "Yes Sarge, I just wanted to say to Private Garret that I hopes he changes my mind about Merc's and that I look forward to working with him."

     Garret wondered he if he had heard correctly. His grey gaze turned on the man and he watched him for a moment, considering all that he had heard about and from this man since he had arrived. It didn't seem possible that he had heard correctly and with a glace toward the man next to him, he could see that Lynch was surprised by this as well. After a moment that expression of surprise was replaced by a grin.

     "I will leave you two to talk. I need to go pack," Lynch said as he turned and walked away.

     Garret kept his silence, watching John as the man watched him. At the moment he couldn't think of anything to say. After that moment of weakness, recalling something buried by time and blood to him, he was tired, and he sorely needed the company of his best friend and brother. He couldn't think straight and he defiantly couldn't bring up the agreement of the difference of mercenaries again. Though, he was pretty sure John wouldn't want to hear it anyways.

     "I meant what I said to the Sarge, Garret. I hope you can change my mind about Merc's. I really do like you. I have ever since I met you. I suppose I should tell you why I hate Merc's so much, or perhaps the others already told you? Well it is best it came from me," John said, breaking the silence and extending a hand.

     Garret listened as the man told his story, silently watching as he revealed the levels and years of pain with his words. He wondered how some people could be so cruel, taking back the innocent mind of the sixteen year old that set out from home on his own. Cruelty was just second nature to some, he knew. He had been around some men while working with mercenaries that were like that, just down right mean to anyone or anything that moved. Those men didn't last long with the groups that he worked with, but there were still many out there that accepted them.

     "I buried my family that day and vowed that any mercenary I came across would die. My uncle from another village took me in and raised me. I trained myself, along with his help, to learn how to use a sword so that I could take my revenge. However, I realized that my uncle could not give me all the training I needed so after I was old enough, I joined the army and here I found a family. A family that disliked Merc's almost as much as I, until you came along. That is why I suppose I resented you so much, not that you were a Merc, though that was a strong motivation, it was more that you were becoming close to my family. That is why I hold out my hand in hopes of having you as a friend and not as an enemy and I hope you understand why I feel like I do about Merc's."

     Garret reached forth without hesitation and shook John's hand.

     "Wounds that deep don't heal in a day or even a lifetime," Garret said. Then with a sincere grin on his face, "I'm glad you decided to give me a second chance though. Not all of us are heartless. Now I think we should head off to pack."

     With that Garret turned in the direction of the barracks. His meager possessions were still pretty much packed up and he really just wanted to see Shadowfoot. He wasn't used to being away from the wolf for any period of time.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on April 01, 2008, 12:38:59 AM
  "Wounds that deep don't heal in a day or even a lifetime," Garret said. Then with a sincere grin on his face, "I'm glad you decided to give me a second chance though. Not all of us are heartless. Now I think we should head off to pack."

John stood there for a moment digesting what Garret had just said. Finally he nodded his head and ran up to Garret.

"For a young man you are wise beyond your years," he said breathlessly, " I look forward to being with you."

They both were now walking.

"I assume you are wondering about your wolf, Shadowfoot? Do not concern yourself I fed him some raw meat before I came back to the office. It was looking at him eating and wondering how such a wild animal could be so tame, that caused me to think that just because some mercs acted liked wild animals and killed without mercy, that if a wild dangerous animal such as a Mithral wolf could be tamed, then perhaps some merc's are also tamed, in a way. Do you understand what I am trying to say? Or am I not making any sense at all?

He paused briefly, before Garret could say something and then quickly added, "Sometimes I speak faster than my thoughts can order themselves," He said with a chuckle.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on April 02, 2008, 01:32:11 PM
     Garret kept walking, looking back once to find John catching up to him. He was anxious to see Shadowfoot, but he slowed his pace for the man. Keeping up with a wolf for the last year had taught him to walk swiftly, but others didn't move as swiftly. So he slowed until John was walking beside him.

     "For a young man you are wise beyond your years," John said, "I look forward to being with you."

     "Being on the board can so that to ya," Garret replied with a shrug.
 
     "I assume you are wondering about your wolf, Shadowfoot? Do not concern yourself I fed him some raw meat before I came back to the office. It was looking at him eating and wondering how such a wild animal could be so tame, that caused me to think that just because some mercs acted liked wild animals and killed without mercy, that if a wild dangerous animal such as a Mithral wolf could be tamed, then perhaps some Merc's are also tamed, in a way. Do you understand what I am trying to say? Or am I not making any sense at all?" He paused for a moment. Before Garret could answer he began speaking again, chuckling a bit. "Sometimes I speak faster than my thoughts can order themselves."

     "I'm sure he appreciated that, seeing as we've been on the road for a while and don't usually eat often then. He's a good companion, makes the road a lot less lonely. What you're saying makes perfect sense actually," Garret replied, "or at least the way I understood it. It all pretty much goes back to upbringing. Even then people can change or the better or the worse."


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on April 03, 2008, 11:52:02 PM
 "I'm sure he appreciated that, seeing as we've been on the road for a while and don't usually eat often then. He's a good companion, makes the road a lot less lonely. What you're saying makes perfect sense actually," Garret replied, "or at least the way I understood it. It all pretty much goes back to upbringing. Even then people can change or the better or the worse."

"Thanks for understanding Garret," John said, smiliing. "Race you to the barracks," he shouted as he took off on a run, leaving Garret quickly behind.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on April 14, 2008, 12:39:07 AM
     "Thanks for understanding Garret," John said with a smile. "Race you to the barracks," he shouted as he took off at a run.

     He rolled his eyes and shook his head as he took off, putting speed behind his long-legged stride. While he lived for keeping with the steady trot of the wolf over the open ground, he could hold his own in short sprints. So far, he had seen that nothing within the garrison was all that far apart and that gave him the confidence he needed to throw in what ever speed he had.

      Grey eyes locked in the general direction of the prize, occasionally looking down to watch the steady ground pass by, ready to easily by pass an obstacle. Of course the ground was littered with obstacles of the worst kind, melting snow. He heard and felt his feet plant themselves into the treacherous slush. The barracks came into view and he gave up watching the danger beneath him and continued the last stretch, unaware of where John was at the moment.

     He slowed as bit as he neared the building, not too keen on the idea of hitting the wall. When he got close enough he tried to stop completely, still with some speed behind him, making his mistake. His booted feet slipped out from beneath him and for the second time today he found himself on his back in the melting snow. Eyes peered up at the sky above him as he caught the breath that had been momentarily knocked from him.

     With a sigh and slight groan he pulled himself out of the muck, slinging a melting snow and mud from his hands as he did so and shaking his head, his light brown hair whiping around. At last he pried himself up, trying to wipe as much of the stuff from he back and legs as he did so. Finally he looked up at John with a grin on his face as he recalled their first meeting, shortly after he had done nearly the same thing this morning.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on April 19, 2008, 01:58:00 AM
John took off at break neck speed, for the barracks, but lost his footing on the soft ground and almost fell. He had just put on his best uniform to go to the Captain's and did not want to get it dirty, so he ran toward more solid ground, though he knew it was a bit longer to get to the barracks that way it was safer.

He turned back and saw Garret take off at a lope after him, it was an easy run, gobbling up ground fast. John knew if he was going to take the safe way to the barracks instead of going through the parade grounds he was going to have to run fast...he lost track of Garret.

John rounded the corner of one building and saw the barracks in front of him and his heart sank for he also saw Garret ahead of him. Garret must have ran through the grounds...how he did so without slipping and falling only John could guess.

John put on an extra burst of speed and then saw Garret try to slow down and that was when John saw Garret lose his footing in the soft muddy ground and before he knew it, he slipped and fell backwards in the mud and melted snow.

John halted and almost laughed when he thought that Garret may have hit his head on a rock or something and he rushed toward him. He was relieved when he saw Garret's eyes stare up at him.

John grinned, gave Garret a hands up and watched as Garret tried to get as much of the mud off of him.

"I won," John remarked. "Even if it was because you cannot keep your feet under you," he continued, laughing.

John kept on teasing Garret as they walked to the barracks. "How is your wolf going to react? I assume  he taught you how to run like you did and then you dissapoint him by falling. Would he fall like that?" John chuckled.

Then he became serious. "I am glad you were not hurt when you fell Garret. What made you think you could run full speed across such ground? Have you and your wolf done it before without any mishaps that is?" John asked.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on April 21, 2008, 01:29:47 PM
     "I won," he announced, laughing as he continued. "Even if it was because you cannot keep your feet under you."

     Garret just grunted, flinging the last bit of muck that clung to his fingers at John, though he couldn't help the grin that formed on his face. As they walked to the barracks, John continued to tease him, laughing at his slip while Garret just ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get as much mud and snow from it as he could before returning to brushing off his clothing.

     "How is your wolf going to react? I assume  he taught you how to run like you did and then you disappoint him by falling. Would he fall like that?" John teased. Garret just rolled his eyes and grinned, about give choice answer when John's tone changed.

     "I am glad you were not hurt when you fell Garret. What made you think you could run full speed across such ground? Have you and your wolf done it before without any mishaps that is?" John asked.

     Even though he was asked a serious question, Garret couldn't help but grin and blurt out the first response that came too his head. "Of course, but it always goes wrong when I try to stop." He paused for a moment before giving a serious reply. "We have little use for actually running anywhere. I rarely run on conditions like that, but all common sense fled in the name of fun. The few times that we have run over melting snow didn't go too badly as we had plenty of time to stop, or purposely slid through the slush," Garret replied with a shrug, grinning once more.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on April 22, 2008, 12:53:34 AM
Garret was trying to brush most of the ice and mud away from his clothes and hair as John continued to tease him, then Garret flung some mud his way. "Hey! Watch your flinging that muck," John exclaimed as he now had to wipe some of the mixture of mud and snow off his uniform.

John laughed when he heard Garret's reply to his question about how Garret's wolf would react and then Garret became serious and John listened carefully as they walked the short distance to the door of the barracks.

"It was fun, and I enjoyed it," John said, "but how come you and your wolf never ran? Were you not ever chased by those who wanted to do you harm?" John asked.

The barracks door loomed large and John opened it allowing Garret to enter first as he waited for Garret to reply.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on April 28, 2008, 01:24:30 AM
"It was fun, and I enjoyed it," John said, "but how come you and your wolf never ran? Were you not ever chased by those who wanted to do you harm?" John asked.

"Not all that often, but sometimes we run. We are usually left alone but we've had our close calls with some self-proclaimed lords of the roads. An easy trot will cover more distance in a day then sprinting for periods of them and then resting. Though went the weathers nice there always time for goofing off. Most of the times I've has to run over melting snow was when there was nothing to do and nowhere to be," Garret replied.

He had been speaking while they were walking and hadn't realized until now that they had entered the barracks. Grey eyes swept over his surroundings quickly before moving toward his bunk, against the north wall. With a small groan he sank down onto the floor, leaning against the wooden end of his bunk. They were to move to different quarters today and he didn't feel like dealing with cleaning much. One hand reached back under the bunk where he had stored his pack and meager supplies quickly before heading out to the training field earlier.

Garret pulled out another shirt but before he could replace it with the mud and snow covered one he was wearing, a flash of silver was seen. Shadowfoot was on his in the next moment, nudging and nipping at his numb hands and covering his face in slobber.

"Get off ya hound," Garret exclaimed, pushing the large wolf away, grumbling something bout still being more of a dog than a wolf. Shadowfoot just sat by his knees, tongue lulling out of his mouth, and his usual 'grin' on his face. Garret just rolled his eyes and continued what he was doing. He pulled of his muck covered shirt, feeling heat flood the scars on his back, and was suddenly glad that his back was against the bunk. Quickly he pulled his new shirt on, relaxing again, as the heat ebbed.

He sat back against the bunk again, reaching forward to scratch behind Shadowfoot's ear, feeling whole once again. The wolf licked his hand once before moving forward, laying his head in Garret's lap, allowing him to give him more attention. Garret chuckled and continued to scratch the animal while his grey eyes glanced around the room.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Capher on May 06, 2008, 05:43:04 AM
Sgt. Lynch was the only one in the barracks when Garret and John walked in. He took one look at Garret and roared with laughter.

He watched Garret go to his bunk, pull out his pack and take out another shirt and begin to put it on when Garret's wolf came bounding in and pounced on Garret. Lynch as well as John who's bunk was opposite of Garret's watched with a bit of jealousy as the two romped around like a couple of kids.

Then Garret put his shirt on, sat down on the floor at the end of his bunk and his wolf laid his head on his knee.

"It would seem that your wolf..."

"His name is Shadowfoot," said John interrupting the Sarge.

Lynch gave John a quick hard stare and then continued. "Shadowfoot, has missed you. He acts more like a puppy dog than an Ashmarian Wolf. Never had a dog, but we had a cat that followed me all over the place back at the farm."

John gave Lynch a quick glance. "Sarge, you never told me you were a farm boy, how come?" John asked.

"You never asked," was Lynch's reply. "Besides none of your buisness at the time and if any one of you tell anyone that I had a pet cat I will skin you alive!" Lynch glared at both of the boys to make sure they understood.

"Sure Sarge, we promise not to tell anyone that you're a putty cat lover," John said, trying to keep a straight face.

Lynch pulled out his big daggar and began heading for John, murder in his eyes.

John quickly backed away, his hands up in front of him. "I was only joking Sarge. Come on, put the knife down."

Lynch turned and gave Garret a wink and then with a very swift, smoothly practiced movement turned toward John, flicked his wrist and the knife went flying, past John's head and stuck nearly up to the hilt in John's bunk.

John's face blanched white.

Lynch grinned, "I was only joking too."

John was not so sure as he stared at Lynch who pulled his knife out of the wooden post. He slipped it back into its sheath and walked back to his bunk. "You two had better hurry up and pack. The rest are eating chow and chow time is almost over. I expect it will be the last time we get decent chow for a quite a while," Lynch said as he cinched his pack on his back and walked toward the front door.

John quickly began packing his gear and in moments was packed. He knew Garret did not have much to pack and saw Garret and Shadowfoot with the Sarge leaving the barracks and walking toward the chow hall.

John shouted, "Hey, wait up. Sarge do you know where we are going?" He asked when he caught up to the two.

"To Coor and back," was Lynch's reply.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Garret Arroway on May 19, 2008, 01:15:54 PM
     "It would seem that your wolf..." Lynch started, but John interrupted, giving him the name. Garret turned his attention to the others, still scratching behind Shadowfoot's ear with one hand. Lynch shot a hard stare in John's direction before continuing.

     "Shadowfoot, has missed you. He acts more like a puppy dog than an Ashmarian Wolf. Never had a dog, but we had a cat that followed me all over the place back at the farm."

     Garret grinned, "He's a Mithral, but yeah. He's only about a year old now, though I doubt he'll ever grow out of his puppy stage and he acts more like a dog than a wolf most times."

     "Sarge, you never told me you were a farm boy, how come?" John asked.

     "You never asked," Lynch replied. "Besides none of your business at the time and if any one of you tell anyone that I had a pet cat I will skin you alive!"

     Garret just kept his grin, trying to keep from laughing at the stare he got from the man. In the short time he had known him; he couldn't believe he was a 'cat-person'. Garret had always been a dog person and had little love for cats. This probably came from the faint outline of four little scars on his left arm, the reminder of an encounter with a rather vicious alley cat that was beating up on a kid's pup. Though he probably did deserve it, as cats probably don't like being hit with pieces of wood, but then again, they shouldn't pick on pups. Garret just shrugged off the memory and turned back to the conversation.

     "Sure Sarge, we promise not to tell anyone that you're a putty cat lover," John said, trying to keep a straight face. With that Garret struggled even harder to keep from laughing. When Lynch pulled out his big dagger and began heading for John, Garret's grin dropped and he started to rise to his feet, hand on the hilt of his sword.

     "I was only joking Sarge. Come on, put the knife down," John said, backing up.

     The next moment Lynch turned and shot a quick wink in Garret's direction. The large youth visibly relaxed, and returned to scratching the silver wolf, rolling his eyes at the pair. He watched as Lynch threw the knife in John's directions. He still held his breath even though he could see from the movements that he knew what he was doing. Many mercenaries in his old groups had some skill at knife throwing. Grey eyes followed the knife as it sailed past John's head and sunk into the wooden post of one of the bunks.

     "I was only joking too," Lynch said with a grin.

     "You two had better hurry up and pack. The rest are eating chow and chow time is almost over. I expect it will be the last time we get decent chow for a quite a while," Lynch said after he pulled the knife from the bunk post and put his pack on.

     Garret balled his still damp shirt up and stuffed it into a separate pouch of his leather pack, deciding he didn't want to have to go through and clean all of his things because he couldn't keep his footing. He stood, stretching as he watched John pack. Garret turned toward the door, following Sarge out to ward the mess hall, knowing John would be behind them in a moment.

     "Hey, wait up," John called. When he caught up he asked, "Sarge do you know where we are going?"

     "To Coor and back," Lynch replied. A shiver rippled down Garret's spine, and he reached down to run his fingers though the silver fur of his 'brother', comforted by the fact that he was by his side again.


Title: Re: Seagorn Garrison(Nyermersis)
Post by: Manik Targin on May 21, 2008, 11:25:07 AM
((OOC: Ill catch up Manik and Dean so that the start of this post happens before your posts. I think it makes more sense. Also I did this very quick so sorry for the lack of proof reading.))

Manik and Dean left the Captain's apartments in a hurry. As they jogged lightly towards the barracks Manik looked over at Dean and gave him an playful eyebrow which questioned whether Dean believed what had happened because Manik hardly could. Dean just returned with a playful shrug and smile and then they both started laughing. Then Dean gave Manik a shove and bolted for the barracks door. Manik tried to catch up racing as fast as his legs would take him. He couldnt quite catch up to Dean and in the last few yards his footing slipped and he almost bailed into the snow and mud, but luckily caught his footing.

With a quick laugh Dean opened the barracks door, "Close one. That looks nasty slippery, someone is bound to hurt themselves," and gave Manik a mocking smile then turned and they entered the building.

Their Sergeant, Sgt. Henderson was the only one in the room and when he saw them he strode up and crossed his arms giving their new rank a disapproving look. Manik and Dean both stopped and stood at attention sensing its necessity.

Sgt. Henderson started slowly, "Well I know Dean has been here long enough to know that wearing rank you havent earned is close to suicide so I will assume that you are not that foolish and were given it by an officer. I also received notice that you would be leaving my squad, and without a reason. Would you be kind enough to provide me one?"

Manik liked the sarge but knew he couldnt tell him, so he shifted uncomfortably and gave him a curt "Sorry Sergeant, we cannot."

"Very well," Henderson replied then gave a long breath and turned to Dean and shook his hand, "Private -- Oh I apologize, Corporal Dean Winters, it was a pleasure to have you in my squad, it is a disspointment to see you go."
"Thank you Sgt. the pleasure was mine," Dean replied with a smile.

"And Manik, You seem to have unbelievable luck, so I wish the best of it for you in the future."
"Thank you Sarge, and to you."

"Now. Once you have your things packed where are you off to?" Sgt. Henderson questioned.
"Dun't know that one actually, Sarge," Dean replied.
"Well its about time for lunch meal, so once you get packed and your bunks are spotless you better run over there and get a quick bite to eat, thats where I'm off to now.
"Will do Sarge, and thanks."

Manik and Dean quickly threw their things into packsacks and cleaned up their bunk making sure everything was just in order. Manik had only been there a few days so he was ready before Dean and then they made their way over to the mess hall.

Entering and collecting some food to eat, they earned some stares at their new rank but no one actually voiced their opinions and left them alone to get a table. Manik and Dean both got a piece of salted pork, some boiled potatoes, and some carrots. The meal was decent. The pork was dry and carrots poor, but
what made up for it was the desert of apple sauce. To have apple sauce this early in the year and it was delicious. Manik finished and fetched some stale bread and old cheese while Dean spooned his apple sauce with a great smile on his face.
"Its the simple things in life my friend, the simple things," stated Dean inclining his head and then went back to his apple sauce making yummy sounds.