You find yourselves shoved out of the quartermaster's office and thrown a Red Tunic.
Put it on Rookie
You are then ushered along with two others to a muddy patch of ground with a disassembled tent.
Put it up, get to know each other, that way someone will care when you get yourselves killed. Your equipment will be delivered when we get around to it.
Blamo catches the Red Tunic and eagerly puts it on while he's ushered, cackling madly all the way.
He looks at the tent then decides to look at the others instead, a wide disconcerting grin on his face broken by intermittent giggles. He seems excited. Or hungry.
Spes recieves a face full of tunic as his new uniform is thrown to him. he spends his time trying to get the blasted thing out of his face as he is pushed along through the mud.
After he finally manages to get the tunic on right he takes a look at the tent, then the other two with him, then back to the tent.
So, umm, either of you know how to, er, set this thing up?
The goblin giggles even louder and focuses all his attention on Spes, his bright red eyes content in staring at him. His grin somehow gets even wider.
He doesn't answer the question and instead walks over to the grippli to stare up at him from a few inches away. Giggling. He licks his lips.
clearly unnerved by the goblins sudden affections, Spes takes a step back and squats down a little as if he was getting ready to play a game of leap frog should the goblin get any ideas.
Blamo tilts his head and copies Spes, also squatting down. He giggles again.
Snatching the tunic from the air, William sniffs disdainfully at it. "Not exactly high fashion, is it?"
After a few moments inspecting the tunic, he turns his gaze to his two...compatriots. His eyebrows raise in a mingled expression of disdain and mild horror. He forces his eyes away for a moment, then turns back to them with a dazzling smile that never quite touches his eyes. "Can't say I've ever done so before, but there's a first time for everything, what?"
Without further ado, he sets to attempting to set up the tent, moving deftly, if not with much purpose. This must be punishment for something, but I'll be damned if I can think what I've done to deserve this. Hold on a tick, there was that snaffoo with Sadey...? No, never. No, wait, that could be it.
EDIT ABORT ABORT!!!! altered traits. No more than 2 traits from any given category.
Blamo glances at William to see him trying to assemble the tent and leaves the half-elf to it. He returns to playing around with Spes and jumps forward with a mad cackle, arms thrown wide as if in a take-down or a hug.
While Spes and Blamo are messing around and Crimson is fixing tent, poorly, one of the quartermasters men shows up.
Alright you pathetic Reds. Here is your gear, as always this is whatever is pulled off of corpses from battle. No idea what is in them, so get it put away.
All you receive the following
The Light Standard Equipment Pack comes with the following gear:
backpack (2 lbs.); bell; winter blanket (3 lbs.); 10 candles (1 lb.); map case (1/2 lb.), 5 pieces of chalk; fishhook and line; flint and steel; iron pot (4 lbs.), 10 days Rations (10 lbs.); silk rope (50 ft., 5 lbs.); 5 sacks (2.5 lbs.); sewing needle & thread; signal whistle; soap (1 lb.); 5 torches (5 lbs.); 2 waterskins (8 lbs. full); whetstone (1 lbs.).
Blamo has his attention diverted when the man shows up, wandering away from Spes to eagerly dig through the gear.
well then, as Blamo tries to jump at Spes, Spes points a finger at Blamo and says cysgu
Blamo cackles when you point his finger at him, grinning and then suddenly falling forward. A few moments later, he starts snoring loudly.
Also Spes, add
After finally getting the tent up, and looking through and stowing all their gear in their provided foot lockers, [ooc] note that you walk around camp unarmedOur "heroes" are informed that they are on Latrine digging duty this afternoon, and pointed in the direction where they need to be. They are also told that come morning they are expected to be at the obstacle course at sunrise in Full Gear.
Don't be late Reds, or you don't eat
Diu, startled by the sudden arrival of the quartermaster, practically trips over himself as he tries to stand tall as, he imagines, a soldier would stand. However, upon hearing the words 'Latrine Duty' Diu 'military pride' is significantly dampened as he slouches down low.
Blamo, having woken up and finished playing around with his gear, pops up behind Spes and pats him on the back as if in a gesture of comfort or maybe testing his softness.
"Latrine...Duty." His face carefully blank, Will forces his rioting brain under control. He calmly rolls a shoulder as if preparing. Throwing a point in the direction mentioned, he asks casually in a lowbrow dialect outside his usual speech patterns, "Shovels over there, Sarge?"
"Who is Sarge?" Blamo asks Crimson, still prodding Spes. "Is you Sarge? Or is tasty frog Sarge? Hmmmmm."
Spes makes a mess of his tunic as he tries to dig a hole big enough for a man to use as a latrine If only they were my size, this hole would have been tone a long time ago.
Eventually the work is finished, but Spes is almost to tired to care as he drags one of the larger shovels back to the tent. The only think keeping him awake is the Goblin over there. Still not sure if the Goblin is eying his next meal, or if this is how goblins show affection, Spes makes sure to keep an eye on Blamo until they get back and settled in for the night.
As the approach the tent, Spes tries to jump up and down on the shovel to get it to stand upright next to the tent, then he precedes to hit is old quarter staff into the ground a little ways from it :
At the sound of the bugle in the morning, Spes nearly trips himself as he tries to get out of his hammock. still not used to that thing
as he makes a run to his locker, Spes, probably being a tad over ambitious grabs every thing he can carry and puts it on, then scurries over to the 'obstacle course' as fast as his little legs will take him (which is surprisingly for a guy shorter than 2 ft.)
The Latrines get dug. Crimson handles the shovel like a pro, and knows it.
Blamo keeps throwing rocks at the ground as if he expects them to explode while Spes struggles with his massive shovel.
Everyone is sweaty at the end, and falls asleep fairly quickly. All three mutter in their sleep. Crimson about his hair, Spes about Giant Goblin Faced Hungry Toads, and interestingly Blamo about the same.
The crew gathers their gear in the morning...[/ooc] Let me know what you take, and whatever interaction you have on your way to parade ground. There is no food available, unless you want to use your rations.[/ooc]
Spes is up first piling almost everything into his pack, which is almost twice as large as he is. He is hunched over obviously weighed down.
Moving around outside the tent are, 7 other squads of red tunics. Trying to get ready for the day. Tents collapse, fights break out, and interestingly enough our Heroes seem to be in good company.
Blamo wakes up hungry and immediately heads over to his gear and puts on his backpack, which he has already 'arranged' the day before, then proceeds to starts munching on one of his rations as he follows Spes.
"Blamo thinks tasty frog looks tasty," he says to Spes, for some reason attempting some form of reassurance. He looks at Crimson. "Yellow-headed longshank looks tasty too. Mmm."
He continues eating his rations and sings when he's finished.
Blamo's stomach still wants more!
Blamo needs to eat for war!
If Blamo's stomach isn't fed,
Blamo will make people dead!
He sings . . . badly, his off-pitch voice grating.
After loading everything up, , and munching on a ration: Spes begins to mutter to himself in the sing song fashion of the goblin in a feeble attempt to get his courage up despite the Goblins hunger.
Goblins should not be so hasty.
I know that I am not tasty.
If he tries he wont be gleeful,
'cuz he dont know that I am lethal.
Packing up his gear, William tries to restrain himself to necessities, not wanting to weigh himself down. He frowns a bit at the heavy pack when he's done - apparently, he did not succeed. He does eye the armor given him with an appreciative eye, although it's a bit heavy for his taste. As the goblin's grating whine begins to get to him, Will says very little, but his eyelid twinges, and in his head a rhyme runs unbidden.
"If one more time the goblin sings,
Then soon his neck I'll have to wring.
If stuck I stay with monsters foul,"
I'll do a bloody runner, see if I don't.
Sense Motive on Will, he seems a little blank faced:
Hmm, the tall one doesn't seem to fond of us. Well, Maybe I can help with that
Diu adjusts his pace so as to keep in time with Crimson as he tries to get a conversation started, So, umm, why you so quiet?
All the Reds stumble up to the parade ground and are unceremoniously marched to a dusty obstacle course.
It is a large square lot with various obstacles like pits with ropes over it, and walls and manufactured brambles etc. The path is made obvious with a floating red line that shows everyone which way to go.
Alright you. Fastest unit through gets double rations today. Slowest gets nothing. If you aren't clean when you get through then you don't eat. Got it maggots?
A halfling down the way says No problem its just dust.
I am glad you pointed that you pointed that you. OK Boys
A couple wizards step out and mutter a cantrip several times and water floods the field turning it into a muddy bog.
GO!
The reds all rush to the course. The first obstacle is the classic rope hanging over a pit. The pit is 15 feet across with water in it.
Time to work like a team maggots!!!
the team just has to get across you can do it 3 ways or all the same. Helping is fine, and yes froggy you can just climb it. It is 10 ft high and 15 across
Will stares out across the course, then hefts his heavy pack again.
...the Abyss with that.
With almost exaggerated casualness, he unshoulders his pack and turns to the frog-thing crouching beside him. "You look like a decent climber, little friend. Carry this across for me, would you?" Without waiting for a response, he drops his pack onto Diu's load, cracks his neck, and grabs ahold of the rope to take a swing.
Spes, thinking that Will may finally be warming up to him and with a load now bulging on all sides, runs (or waddles depending on how you look at it) over to the wall and climbs it with relative easy
As he gets to the top, Spes looks around to see if his new friends need any help, Will appears to be going swimming, and the goblin is no where to be seen. I wonder if he just made for the double rations, he did sound pretty hungry...
Blamo appears out of nowhere and jumps towards the pit!
Both Blamo and Will are soaked, and are assaulted with laughter. Blamo's pack is drenched as well, causing it to be 10 lbs heavier. Behind them they hear more swearing and laughing as others fail.
The next obstacle in front of them, after slogging through the mud to get to it is a large ditch, that looks upsettingly similiar to an old latrine, and smells similar as well. Across it is a narrow beam, that is straight halfway across then zigags the rest of the way.
Just as our hero has reached the center one of the onlookers shouts. Well this is dull, lets make it a little harder! This is followed by the casting of a spell. Suddenly the beam under you i covered in Grease.
Blamo follows Crimson around in the water, still cackling. When they get out, Blamo immediately races through the beam, heedless of the others behind him.
He easily reaches the middle wildly and prepares to zigzag when an onlooker casts a spell!
The laughter from the onlookers is deafening as Blamo tumbles into the foulness with a satisfying squelch.
Blamo falls into the foulness and is assaulted by the smell. Blamo doesn't seem to be too bothered by it, however, and immediately looks for the caster, attempting to climb out in order to retaliate.
Spes shakes his head as he climbs down the other side, perhaps Will would like some help Will, umm, do you er, need a rope?
"Son of - " William suddenly, unexpectedly, finds himself covered in mud. He shakes his head, whipping his filthy hair away from his face, and strikes out for the far side.
Hampered by his armor, but undaunted, Will makes his way out of the muck and prepares to assault the next obstacle, after a cheery wave to the onlookers in which he splatters himself with a bit more mud. He grins through it, hoping to earn a bit of respect for taking his lumps, anyway.
He throws a glance towards Spes, and notes Blamo's greasy 'progress'. Under his breath, he mutters, "Wonderful." Holding his arms out for balance, he steps out onto the plank and takes a few tentative steps. Maybe it's easier than it looks.
Will, after a few moments of trepidation, makes his way to the other side unscathed. He holds his hands up in a gesture of victory, then, feeling generous in his small victory, looks back to his teammates, offering them moral support if nothing else.
Spes, seeing Will pretty much glide over the grease covered planks, tries to make his way over by climbing the underside.
Unfortunately, as soon as flips himself over, the weight of the pack keeps him going and he falls flat on his face into the filth. Face now covered in muck and filth, Spes trudges over to the huge wall in front oh him and begins to climb.
Still, Spess finds no purchase as the loose dirt crumbles around him. Alright, one more try, after that, I may be in some trouble.
After searching a bit, Spes finds a good solid spot and climbs up. With the fiasco of the planks behind him, Spes pulls out a rope and throws one end to the Goblin If Blamo wants food, Blamo will use the rope he calls out. I really hope we dont come in last, I'm to young to be eaten