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You had the dream again. That dark and faceless banner...
You awaken slowly, coming to terms with the low ceiling of the Recruits Bunkhouse. The place had become all too familiar over the past few months. You look around to see some of the Recruits still slumbering, most already awake, preparing themselves, and some just now waking as you had.
You stand and shake the drowsiness from your mind. It was the third time you'd had the dream this week. A warning maybe, but of what?
From the Small box at the foot of your bed, you don your clothing. A pair of Brownish Trousers are tucked into boots that reach about halfway up the calf, and a Grey Tunic is mostly covered by a padded leather Jerkin, with sleeves that about reach the elbow. A pair of worn-out gloves are covered by the ends of your Tunic sleeves up to the wrist. You don your Blue-Grey Ranger Recruit cloak, as well as a scarf wound 'round your neck. A set of Thick leather belts bind your equipment to you, including a short steel sword, and a Longbow, with it's quiver of arrows.
As the last of the sleeping Recruits wakes, you see the others heading out the door. |
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There was only one thought on Al's mind at this given moment. "Go". The faster he could get out an explore the world, the better. He followed his fellow recruits out the door.
"Hey ese, I'm breaking into your car!" |
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and then they all died from poisoning
end
siggys are overused dese days |
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The Recruits gathered in front of the podium, where they had gathered every day before Lessons. Several were visibly giddy, all were well aware of Today. The last few filtered in from the Bunkhouse, and Ranger Sergeant Mays cleared his throat.
"For these past Three Months, You've learned everything there is to teach about the Skills of a Ranger. Make no mistake, there is still much more for you to learn, and pass on to the rest of the Order, experience is the finest teacher there is.
"Today however, is not a Lesson in Fieldcraft or Combat. It is a Lesson on The Wild. One last Trial before you are True Rangers. Today, you learn of the enemy we face. In Teams of five, you will complete your assignment. This task will be a true Ranger Mission, taken from The Board as deemed suitable for Recruits."
So that was the Final Trial. A Real Mission, of the ones we will have to complete as fully-fledged Rangers. Ones we'll have to do alone in the future.
Some of the other recruits shuffle closer to their friends, hoping to be paired together.
"Yes, you'll be selecting your Team for this." |
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Throughout his time in training, Alacaster hadn't really made any friends. Not that he knew of at least. He had talked to people here and there, but ha had never considered anyone to really be a friend. Without anyone to picked, Al simply waited to be picked, or go off on his own if need be.
"Hey ese, I'm breaking into your car!" |
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Most of the groups form themselves, leaving you alone, amidst a few other wanderers, who occasionally plant themselves with a group of four, or are picked by a group short a member or two.
You notice you're being beckoned by another Recruit, accompanied by 3 others. You recognize the young man as Erik. You'd worked with him a couple times before, and he must have seen you were without a group. |
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With no one else to join up with, Al answers his beckons and walks over to them
"Hey ese, I'm breaking into your car!" |
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"All right, there's number five."
You recognize one of the others, a boy named Armin. The other two are a mystery to you, a girl and an older man, easily in his 30s. |
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Al knows two of the other four already, and he trusts Eriks judgment in who he picked. He feels no need to ask for introductions, and no need to introduce himself. However, if he'd be perfectly fine with Erik introducing him to the other two.
"Hey ese, I'm breaking into your car!" |
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pls
"Hey ese, I'm breaking into your car!" |
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If you let this die I swear I will find where you live and mercilessly beat you with a chicken
"Hey ese, I'm breaking into your car!" |
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(okay okay just calm down man we're all friends here. Sorry I'm just REALLY lazy.)
Erik fails to introduce anyone unfortunately, and the last of the stragglers are absorbed by groups of 4. Each class is a mere 30 Cadets, meaning there would be 6 teams.
Seeing the squads assembled, Mays begins again.
"Each team will select it's own Mission from the board. The mission must be completed, regardless of the difficulty, so choose wisely."
He holds his arm out and points to the large board in the Courtyard, near the Keep. The Board is covered in Papers, secured in place by small nails and tacks. |
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(k)
Al decided to take a look at the board, see if any missions seemed interesting |
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bump
"Hey ese, I'm breaking into your car!" |
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i will eat you
"Hey ese, I'm breaking into your car!" |
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(I don't think I like your tone.)
Recruits crowd in a hemisphere around the board, leaving room for people to pull their missions.
Some of the Papers contain letters, usually from Stronghold Governors, a few from other folk. A couple armed marked with a bold "WANTED", accompanied by a picture of an individual, along with some text. There's also notices from within Falkirk itself, issued by Ranger Officers. Most mention Patrol Routes or reconnaissance. |
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(srry b0ss)
(I'm just really hungry)
(For da pusseh)
( ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )
The reconnaissance missions caught Al's attention right off the bat, but the wanted missions also seemed interesting
"Hey ese, I'm breaking into your car!" |
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Two of the groups pull off Wanted posters, One picks up one of the Partol Routes.
That leaves three groups, yours including, considering the board. |
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Speaking up for the first time that day, Al asks Erik his opinion on what to do. Giving his own input as well, of course.
"Hey ese, I'm breaking into your car!" |
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bawp
"Hey ese, I'm breaking into your car!" |
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I hate you now
"Hey ese, I'm breaking into your car!" |
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(sorry.
anyway I'm feeling good atm so gimme a second to think up some missions) |
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(I hate you somewhat less now)
"Hey ese, I'm breaking into your car!" |
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(I've given you two god damn months to think of missions you f**k)
"DUPLO?! I'LL 'DUPLO' YOU IN THE NUTBAG!"
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