And so we continue with the Prologue-

Eoffram smiles, looks again at the assembled heroes- all that he has wrought; then continues on with his speech.
“Good, and so- if there are no further questions?”
“Then I’ll hand over to the good Captain Murgeddin, I’m sure he has a few words to say- the Captain serves here as military adviser, and contact with the Fallcrest Watch- remember on completion of your training you will each receive the rank of ‘Constable’, paid- of course. You are exempt from the normal duties of a Constable of the Watch however- you serve a greater purpose.”
“Oh and one more fine fellow to introduce- Splug here will live with you, he is responsible for the food and sanitation, he is also- I am reliably informed, an expert at a myriad games of chance- keep your cards close to your chest, you have been warned.”
From behind Eoffram, previously hidden from sight, a robed Goblin skitters in to view- Splug. The creature is armed with a toilet brush and sink plunger, Splug grins- it’s good to be back in action, he thinks.*

Eoffram continues.
“There will of course be other instructors over the course of your training, but they will be introduced at the appropriate times. Which just leaves me to say… Thank you, and good luck.”
With that Eoffram moves aside to let Captain Murgeddin in to the spotlight, the Dwarf- thumbs in his belt, puffs out his chest and speaks, nay growls.

“I think you’ve said everything Lord!”
Murgeddin looks suitably peeved.
“Except perhaps to say the training here will be tough, tougher than you can even imagine- but when we’re done with you, oh Moradin be praised, you’ll be more than equipped to deal with the rigours that lie ahead.”
“And yes, there will no doubt be casualties, maybe even fatalities- not during the training of course, but in service- consider this though, you serve the city of Fallcrest, you serve the Nentir Vale, for justice, for glory, you serve… and if not in this life, then in the next- you shall be rewarded tenfold.”
“Any questions?”
Murgeddin stands and stares- double teapot, hands on hips; daring someone to ask a question.
“Good- find a room and get bunked- 0530 tomorrow morning we start the day with a relaxing five mile run, then it’s weapon training, followed by two hours of tactical training, followed by…”
Captain Murgeddin smiles.
“But for now- relax, and remember in six months time it’ll all be over. Then it’s going to get really nasty.”
Murgeddin suddenly lurches in to action, screaming and shouting at the frightened new recruits.
“Move yourselves! And no Feystepping, you Eladrin… where’s she gone- bloody Fey!”
“You eyeballing me son, get down and give me twenty- count them out!”
“Where you from son? Harkenwold! Only two things come from Harkenwold- Ears (slang term for Elves) and flee-ers (slang term for those that run away at the first sign of danger)- you don’t look much look like an Elf to me boy!”
All is chaos, an ordered military style chaos, but chaos nevertheless.
And so it goes, and so it goes- for three months that is, or else three months, some days, and a few hours- we flash forward…
*Splug was rescued, many moons ago, by the original Knights of Fallcrest- he was a prisoner in the Keep on the Shadowfell. Splug’s a good guy- 50% fawning lick-spittle, 50% Marxist agitator; he bows and scrapes and bends over backwards to keep his charges happy, while all the time plotting the overthrow of the ruling classes via the Glorious Worker’s Revolution. He’s a complex little Goblin.

Eoffram smiles, looks again at the assembled heroes- all that he has wrought; then continues on with his speech.
“Good, and so- if there are no further questions?”
“Then I’ll hand over to the good Captain Murgeddin, I’m sure he has a few words to say- the Captain serves here as military adviser, and contact with the Fallcrest Watch- remember on completion of your training you will each receive the rank of ‘Constable’, paid- of course. You are exempt from the normal duties of a Constable of the Watch however- you serve a greater purpose.”
“Oh and one more fine fellow to introduce- Splug here will live with you, he is responsible for the food and sanitation, he is also- I am reliably informed, an expert at a myriad games of chance- keep your cards close to your chest, you have been warned.”
From behind Eoffram, previously hidden from sight, a robed Goblin skitters in to view- Splug. The creature is armed with a toilet brush and sink plunger, Splug grins- it’s good to be back in action, he thinks.*

Eoffram continues.
“There will of course be other instructors over the course of your training, but they will be introduced at the appropriate times. Which just leaves me to say… Thank you, and good luck.”
With that Eoffram moves aside to let Captain Murgeddin in to the spotlight, the Dwarf- thumbs in his belt, puffs out his chest and speaks, nay growls.

“I think you’ve said everything Lord!”
Murgeddin looks suitably peeved.
“Except perhaps to say the training here will be tough, tougher than you can even imagine- but when we’re done with you, oh Moradin be praised, you’ll be more than equipped to deal with the rigours that lie ahead.”
“And yes, there will no doubt be casualties, maybe even fatalities- not during the training of course, but in service- consider this though, you serve the city of Fallcrest, you serve the Nentir Vale, for justice, for glory, you serve… and if not in this life, then in the next- you shall be rewarded tenfold.”
“Any questions?”
Murgeddin stands and stares- double teapot, hands on hips; daring someone to ask a question.
“Good- find a room and get bunked- 0530 tomorrow morning we start the day with a relaxing five mile run, then it’s weapon training, followed by two hours of tactical training, followed by…”
Captain Murgeddin smiles.
“But for now- relax, and remember in six months time it’ll all be over. Then it’s going to get really nasty.”
Murgeddin suddenly lurches in to action, screaming and shouting at the frightened new recruits.
“Move yourselves! And no Feystepping, you Eladrin… where’s she gone- bloody Fey!”
“You eyeballing me son, get down and give me twenty- count them out!”
“Where you from son? Harkenwold! Only two things come from Harkenwold- Ears (slang term for Elves) and flee-ers (slang term for those that run away at the first sign of danger)- you don’t look much look like an Elf to me boy!”
All is chaos, an ordered military style chaos, but chaos nevertheless.
And so it goes, and so it goes- for three months that is, or else three months, some days, and a few hours- we flash forward…
*Splug was rescued, many moons ago, by the original Knights of Fallcrest- he was a prisoner in the Keep on the Shadowfell. Splug’s a good guy- 50% fawning lick-spittle, 50% Marxist agitator; he bows and scrapes and bends over backwards to keep his charges happy, while all the time plotting the overthrow of the ruling classes via the Glorious Worker’s Revolution. He’s a complex little Goblin.
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