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Morning comes and you are rudely ejected from beds and bundled into armour and gear. Its dark outside and even with the battered old lanterns, not much brighter inside. With the all too obvious exception of Cromwell, who seems to move with an almost etheral grace, you stumble around the unfamilier place struggling to pull on the unfamilier armour and gear in the dim yellow light. Finally you get everything together and stumble out into the cold pre-dawn light. You've only spent one night in the barracks, but are glad to be leaving them. But if you think you feel sore and bruised from yesterday's exertions, wait until tomorrow.
There is a quick breakfast of steaming hot thick spicy chicken and vegetable soup, bread and bitter tea. For which you are immensely gratefull. Joining you is the Sergeant, who tucks into his soup and bread with great gusto.
"A soldier should eat as if each meal is going to be his last," he says with great relish, waving his spoon around for emphasis. "Unless of course he knows that there is a good chance it will be his last, in which case he wants an empty stomach."
In front of him is a satchel and a rolled up map. But he waits till all have finished before he unrolls the map, using various utensils as weights, and begins.
"You march out this morning. You will head east til you get to the village of Trolgill. Then you will strike north to Killingtom. All in all about a hundred or so miles; 4 days marching.
"You are to deliver these letters to each of the villages you pass through. There is one for each of them. Inform any farms along the way of the way of the presence of goblins in the East Forest. But do not stray too far from the path. Let the locals spread warning to farms out of your way. Once you get to Killingtom, you are to report to Sergeant Dobbels. You will reinforce the garrison there until further orders.
"Corporal Cromwell. I expect a hour of drills with weapons each day.
"Any questions anyone?"
There is a quick breakfast of steaming hot thick spicy chicken and vegetable soup, bread and bitter tea. For which you are immensely gratefull. Joining you is the Sergeant, who tucks into his soup and bread with great gusto.
"A soldier should eat as if each meal is going to be his last," he says with great relish, waving his spoon around for emphasis. "Unless of course he knows that there is a good chance it will be his last, in which case he wants an empty stomach."
In front of him is a satchel and a rolled up map. But he waits till all have finished before he unrolls the map, using various utensils as weights, and begins.
"You march out this morning. You will head east til you get to the village of Trolgill. Then you will strike north to Killingtom. All in all about a hundred or so miles; 4 days marching.
"You are to deliver these letters to each of the villages you pass through. There is one for each of them. Inform any farms along the way of the way of the presence of goblins in the East Forest. But do not stray too far from the path. Let the locals spread warning to farms out of your way. Once you get to Killingtom, you are to report to Sergeant Dobbels. You will reinforce the garrison there until further orders.
"Corporal Cromwell. I expect a hour of drills with weapons each day.
"Any questions anyone?"
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