Jerard
"Well in that case, regiment H. Next!" he gestures you towards the group of people who look generally meek and not combat orientated. They are talking with their commander. You see a familiar figure join their ranks
Nadia
You go to report in, as you arrive the commander greets you "Welcome!, we are regiment H, the medical unit."
Zamiel
The attendant takes your information down and says "Magic eh? Regiment R for you. They are right over there." he points to a smaller group of people.
Zanton
As you walk towards regiment C, you see that most of them have some form of axe/sword and some look like ruffians. The commander is giving a speech about the importance of this regiment.
Grumbaki
The attendant says "Have them back here and we'll get someone to appraise them and to pay you accordingly. Everyone should report to their regiment before nightfall, but sooner is better. Your regiment is over there." he points to the group that Zanton just walked towards.
Zamiel walks over to his assigned regiment quietly and observes.
I walk up to Nadia and with a laugh say "Decided to earn some more coin to buy some bass I see."
Ignoring his comment and noticing that Jerard still has his chair, "What are you? special" Raising an eyebrow.
"anyway I'm just glad I didn't end up in logistics or something."
"Special, why would you think me special?"
Zamiel:
You hear the guy on the box telling everyone, "Welcome to regiment R, we are the recon regiment, we will be in front of regiment C. While all regiments leave tomorrow morning, we leave tonight. This is not an easy place to be, but I have faith in your skills and confident that you'll become masterful trailblazers."
Nadia and Jerard:
You hear the commander off to the side talking about the importance of the H regiment, to bring up the rear and to support those in C and R.
Zanton and Grumbaki:
You hear boom over the general sounds of the atmosphere "" regiment C is riled up and rearing to head into combat.
Assuming he recognizes the dwarf, Zanton will in fact mutter "C for 'cannon fodder' probably" in Grumbaki's general direction.
Grum failed to hear Zanton's muttering, correct as it may have been. Instead, he let loose a throaty roar, raising his fists into the sky. For what fear is there for someone who knows that they will sit next to their god come death, so long as it is in his name?
"Special, why would you think me special?"
I just squint at him and slightly tilt my head. Really!?
"Oh, this doesn't sound good. I am not what you'd call... good at camping. Or finding my way around. I am more the sort you'd bring the prisoners to, rather than low-crawling through mud or whatever it is you all do."
Zamiel
"Oh you misunderstand, the recon team is more than just scouting ahead. We need information, people contain information. Mages and rangers are the people in this crowd. The rangers will blaze the trails, the mages will support them and their efforts. If anything happens to regiment C, we'll fall back to support them." He waves his hand. "Pack your things, meet at the gate to leave the city in an hour. We'll provide you with supplies and rations there. Regiment C will be right behind us."
While this is still going on, you hear regiment C makes a racket.
Grumbaki and Zanton
The commander of your regiment starts marching you and the other men, even though you do not have orders to muster until next morning.
Nadia and Jerard
Your commander ends his explanations, and tells you to meet at the gate at sunrise tomorrow morning.
Everyone
Please detail what you do for the rest of the night. For Zamiel, you'll head out of the town and begin walking northward.
"oh, uh... these are my things. I usually stay in the inn so i hope you have a tent or something."
Or are they expected to really just be cannon fodder? Given no real training, put on the battlefield, and hoping that they at least slow the orcs down for the purpose of the actual soldiers?
Zanton tries to see what sort of equipment is being issued to recruits, and if he can claim any of it.
Zamiel
the commander looks at you, "Tents and other survival gear will be issued at the gate on the way out. Field gear will be issued once we get to the established command post between this town and the mountains"
Grumbaki
Zanton
They aren't issuing out gear yet, they will issue gear once you reach the field command post.
Nadia
If I find anyone heading out ahead of the news potentially, I plan on giving a small bribe to send an additional message.
"Well, alright. I'll follow as well as my old bones can take me."
I shrug off the catfolk's strange look and co-mingle with some of the other's in the group, trying to find someone I may talk to regularly from the shop.
Grum spends his time training with the conscripted soldiers. He had, of course, soldiered years ago, and had to draw upon many old experiences. It was his hope though that he could impress the sergeants enough to earn a spot in the vanguard of any actions to come.
Nadia
The messenger promises to deliver your message first. It costed you 25 silver pieces to bribe him. After doing so, he runs off.
Zamiel
The regiment R commander says to you: "If you are unfit for this regiment, we can reassign you when we get to the operations field post. Until then, you are apart of this regiment. Understood?"
Jerard
You find one or two regular customers in the crowd. They seem a bit nervous, but never the less, ready to do what they must. Seeing familiar faces makes them more confident.
Grumbaki
You may not have left the town yet, but the regiment commander is already making you and the others train in the middle of town. He's rough, full contact sparing. After about an hour someone gets pretty seriously injured. He calls out "Valleus! I need one of your healers over here!. while looking towards the regiment H group. "You, go help out the injured man." he points to Jerard while saying this. While waiting for Jerard to come to the group, you see someone out of the corner of your eye approach you.
"If you insist sir, but my medical abilities are purely mundane."
I move to the injured man and treat his injuries.
"Yeah, sounds fine. Nature hike probably won't kill me. Just haven't done one in a decade or more."
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Hello Father,
I am writing to report my findings. It appears that you may soon find out that The Silverfang Empire is falling, they are sending people to draft people into the war force and liquidate goods. Use this information as you see fit, I will not judge whether you want to support the war effort or not. However, I am saddened to inform you that I have been drafted and may not be able to get home anytime soon.
Sincerely
Your Daughter
,Nadia
Jerard, Zanton, and Grumbaki
Jerard You successfully set his broken arm, training swords may be blunt, but they can still break bones. The commander for regiment H and C are watching you while to preformed this. "Why I'd say he's as good as the town doctor!" Yalleus says, and they both have a hearty chuckle. After a second or two, Yalleus clears his throat "Who inflicted this injury? Please step forward."
Some of the other conscripts turn their heads and look around, but the finally one steps forward. It was the same traveler most of you met in the inn earlier. "It was I." Yalleus begins to to scold him about being more careful when training on fellow soldiers.
Zamiel
The commander nods at you and looks over at the commotion that's happening with the C regiment's accident. "There's always one. , form up, we head out now."
Zamiel steps into the formation, looking around for clues what to do.
Grum also falls into the formation, fully expecting to follow the time honored military tradition of "hurry up and wait."
Zanton doesn't have a whole lot to say or do; but he tries to stay small, spar without using any actual magic, and generally keep to himself, listening for rumors.
"Thank you, sir." I say after finishing the wrap on the arm.
Zamiel
You step into what you consider the formation. There's not too much in terms of organization, and regiment commander shouts "Company move!" and everyone begins to walk forward and out of the gate to the city.
Everyone else
It's becoming night fall, and most people head home or to a tavern for one last night of drinking.
I spend the night in fetal position, unable to sleep well, thinking of what's to come.
Zamiel marches, using his staff as a walking stick.
I head back to my house and discuss with Erys about the coming events.
Grum heads to the tavern for one last drink before retiring to his cart (and finding a secure place to leave it during the war)
Zamiel
As dawn breaks you find your regiment in an open field. The commander orders you to stop for now. This is where you'll take a short rest and begin again in a few hours. Most of the regiment is pretty tired so they happily sit down and take a breather. You hear chatter among the others about their life before this. "Oy ya? I yused ta be a trappa', foxes were me main deal. What about yew?" you hear one say to the other. Everyone seems to be in pretty decent spirits.
Everyone else
As dawn breaks across the horizon, you hear a horn, mustering all the people to be marched out. The town is pretty barren as you seem most gather into a make-shift untrained rank and file formation. Except for regiment C, they manage to make a semi-passable regiment formation.
Grumbaki
Your cart is stored in the jail/barracks in the city. The guards that remain in the town will ensure its safety while you are gone, one thanks you for your courage and valor for stepping forward. The others grant you their best wishes. "May your attacks hit true, and your god smile upon you on the battle field!"
Grum nods happily to the guards and bids them farewell as he makes he way to the mustering grounds. He was in a truly good mood.
As per the agreement, his goods were bought at 2/3 price. All of the weaponry in his cart, added together, came out to valued at 1787 gold crowns. Grum ended up with 1191 gold crowns, minus some change. This was a price he gladly accepted, knowing that he'd get the same amount after the war. To him, this meant a guaranteed profit on his goods, and a war to fight to boot. Truly, his god was smiling on him.
Nadia did not like waking up this early, Nadia especially did not like being woke this early to stand outside, Nadia ESPECIALLY did not like being woke this early to stand outside to go to war.
Today was not a good day for Nadia.
Zamiel remains quiet, not engaging the people unless asked, in which case he will reply that he is an arcane scholar.
Some time in the night, Zanton acquires a wooden chair from... somewhere. He's pretty stealthy, and hopefully nobody's too worried about looters right now. And as Regiment C marches out, he adds to the chaos in his own special way by riding on a marching chair.
Jerard yawns as he walks outside with Erys in tow. Early mornings are normal, but it never gets easier.
As he reaches his place among the ranks, he takes a seat.
Zamiel
When you arrive to the field post at night, your group is immediately ordered to the training ground. "Alright lads, the reason we left early is so we can be here at night. You are all going to run the training course in complete darkness! This will allow me to gauge how well you will operate in the field." The moment he finishes talking, the area becomes incredibly dark. . Make a perception check to find your way through the course, two acrobatics checks for how nimbly you cross through it, and a stealth check for how quiet you were while doing it.
Grum and Zanton
As regiment C marches, you hear marching music being played from the front. There are some who are very excited in this regiment. You'll be marching for the better part of the day. After hearing the music for a brief time, you both feel a surge of invigorating energy. You're not the only ones, everyone in the marching rank has started to move faster.
Jerard and Nadia
Regiment H is more relaxed then C, still standing in town for a good half hour before moving out. The regiment commander idly talks to whoever is near by. No marching music is played, no ranks are formed, a casual walk.
Zanton just keeps marching along in his chair, trying to slip alcohol out of a flask whenever he thinks nobody notices—though he offers some to Grumbaki.
Zamiel
You do a fantastic job of traversing the course! When you can find it. It's a bit dark for your eyes and you stumble not due to incompetence, but because of an unnoticed hole or turn. You out preform most of the others. After you run the course, you're showed to a small makeshift barracks for a nights rest.
Zamiel returns to the makeshift barracks, preferably after getting some sort of hot food and maybe half a wineskin. He will inventory his bruises gained from bumping into things on the course and contemplate the day's events.
Well, this won't do. I should have been towards the back of the class. Now they'll want to keep me. Well, if they're going to keep me, hopefully I can be an officer or something.
Important Notice
I've got bad news. The hurricane hit the house my family owns in Georgia really badly. Damage is unknown but the potential is pretty severe. I'm being called down to help clear debris, fix everything and clean up.
I will be gone for potentially weeks to a month or so. I will not have internet and probably no electricity for a while. I'm putting my campaign on hold until further notice. If you guys feel like jumping ship, I won't hold it against you. Too much is uncertain for me to be able to give you guys any form of solid dates.