Vanguards for Dasar (public)

[Arianna]

A Stranger at the Gates:

The wagon rolled slowly but constantly toward the gate. The middle aged man sitting holding the reins of the matched pair of horses looking closely for signs of archers. He looked back to his companion who sat amongst the various boxes, crates, and canvas sacks.

Almost there my dear. why don't you come it up here beside me? If they find you back there and think we're trying to hide your presence, they might get suspicious.


The mans young companion thought for a bit before reluctantly moving forward. She sat herself beside the man, and a feeling of calm, serenity began to overcome her, as it always did when ever she was close to the foreign priest, of Tharon, known here in Dasaria as Marduk.

The priest claimed he had been sent here by his sovereign, because troubling reports of a war with Orcs and the undead had begun to trickle into the court of Hamos. The current population of Hamos were descended from the few humans, dwarves, elves, and lizardlings that had managed to survive their own war with Orcs.

There hadn't been a varifiable sighting of an Orc in Hamos for over a milennia, but the people of Hamos had long memories, and were not about to take any chances... that problems with orcs else where might omen a resurgence of their kind in Hamos.

The man was a priest of Tharon. Tharon was mistakenly thought of as the god of war by many...and though he was a warrior god, he didn't go around starting wars, merely listened and at times assisted those warriors he deemed worthy. His priests on earth were all trained in the art of war, and were often found on the battle field tending the wounded, and helping defend the unit they were accompanying. Toran was considered among his peers as one of the most able in these endeavors.

Toran stopped the wagon behind a line of others waiting entrance to the fort. some were piled high with goods their owners looked to sell to the soldiers with in the walls. Others were empty obviously here to be loaded with goods destined for other parts of Dasaria.

Toran had arrived in the capital a few months ago, and immediately set out to make friends and talk to anyone who would take the time to do so. He found the average Dasarian, not quite reticent, but definitely, wary of people not from the city. Toran had expected this, as he had been taught that when war rode forth, peoples trust in their fellow man dwindled, and with the current conflict where it was nigh on to impossible to tell which side a person supported, until they did something to show themselves, and the enemies ability to suddenly appear outside and occasionally inside the walls out of nowhere, he was secretly thankful that anyone would speak with him.

He had asked around trying to find someone to put him in touch with the military commanders and government officials, with out success so far. but he did managed to make a few friends, namely the diminutive half elf who currently occupied the bench to his right.

They had met at the Inn Toran had made his home in Cear, it was called the Misty Vale, and the proprietor was eager to listen to Toran speak of his home, and his mission here in Dasaria. One evening while the custom was slow, Master Roggins and Toran sat by the fire trading stories of myths and monsters, when he turned to notice a young woman standing behind him listening intently. Roggins noticed where Torans attention had wandered, and when he looked up he smiled and waved Sar'lenis over to join them, and from that night till now many a night was spent by that same fire passing the time with conversation.

When Sar'lenis came stomping into the in several days ago with look that would make a red dragon step wary around her, Toran was just finishing his breakfast, He had noticed the girl earlier sitting with a tall red headed companion. that Toran thought had to be the woman who had taken Sar'Lenis in when she first came to town. It took him a minutes thought to come up with the woman's name... Jessie, Jissley... no Jezel that was it.

The women left together and a few minutes later Sar'lenis returned, alone and in a mood to be sure. Toran invited her to join him and tell him what had gotten her so upset. When she had finished explaining that Jezel had just got back yesterday, and was now on her way out for god knew how long, and that she wouldn't let Sar'lenis go with her this time, saying she didn't want to put her in danger, she added with a pout. " meaning she didn't want to be troubled looking after me. .when will people stop treating me like a child.. I've never been a child. I have been looking after myself since my entire life!"

Toran sat quietly and listened to his friend vent her anger and frustration. When she calmed a bit he asked where her friend was going, and an idea sprung to life when he learned that the warrior was a member of a mercenary unit called the Vanguard, and she was bound for their headquarters to join up with a unit who was to excort supply wagons through Orc country to a beleaguered city. The war priest decided this was his chance to see what was the truth about this war, and to see a real Orc. Toran had heard of these Vanguard from many of the people he spoke with, but he didn't know how to get in touch with them until now. From what he had heard. the Vanguard, and a few knights were all that kept the enemy from over running Dasaria, and were the only truly effective fighting force, for hundreds of leagues in any direction.

So having made up his mind, Toran told Sar'lenis to go pack what she thought she would need for an extended trip into Orc country. While the girl went to pack almost flying up the stairs Toran walked across the street to the stable to inquire about buying a wagon and a team of horses, with arrangements at the stable made, Toran's next stop was at a local apothecary, to buy as many herbs and curatives as possible.

By the time he returned to the inn he found Sar'Lenis waiting impatiently at the table closest to the door. he couldn't help but smile at the way she looked. She really did look like a small child playing at being a warrior, with her eternal childish looking face, her mottled leather armor, designed to hide her from an enemies eyes while she moved, the assortment of weapons hung about her waist,,the unstrung bow in her left hand, she looked like a child..but if you looked into her eyes you would see, a deep, deep, well of hurt and determination to never let anyone or anything take from her what she had lost so early in life, Toran shivered a bit as the thought of what she was capable of doing to someone who hurt a friend or family member of this young, adorable looking half elf, and she could be the most charming delightful person to have around, she was intelligent, playful, inquisitive, and charming, she could also steal your small clothes while talking to you with out the slightest hint what she was up to.

Toran told her he would be right back as soon as he gathered his gear. Sar'lenis pointed to the second pack sitting on the floor by her feet..your armor weapons and personal belongings are all right here.. She was smiling a she said this, knowing that he wouldn't be overly upset she had picked the lock on his door and rifled his things.

A quick check to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, and they were out the door across the street, and driving the wagon to the first of the several stops they would be making to load the supplies they would need to heal the wounded, prepare the dead for burial, and cure the sick.

When Toran's wagon finally reached the gate a young man in armor that looked jut a tad too big for him, held up his hand and asked their names and their business. Toran gave their names, saying that he had heard the Vanguard were sending troops out to fight orcs, and he being a priest of the warrior god, and never having seen an Orc, had decided to ask if he could go along, to offer healing, and spiritual comfort to those in need.

The young man nodded and asked who his companion was. Toran decided to just say that she was his aide, and guide, as he wasn't from the area. The boy motioned them through telling Toran to put his wagon to the left in the area with the empty wagons while he sent word for someone with authority to come speak with him.

[Arianna]

Jezel left the command tent, with the intention of exploring the entire facility, but her attention was caught by a rather large and imposing figure, on the training ground, around him were several Vanguard, most had their faces covered by protective plates descending from helmets, so she couldn't read their faces, but the look on those she could see, ranged from awe, to wonder, to fear.

Abandoning her previous plans, Jezel approached the large figure, with what she hoped was a non threatening demeanor. It was unwise to walk up to a Half Orc in full armor carrying an assortment of weapons, unless you knew each other.

Half Orcs were even more dangerous than a full blooded Orc, simply because of the way most people treated them..with a full blooded Orc you knew what to expect, he sees you, he chases you, he tries to kill you. With half Orcs, they usually wouldn't immediately try to kill you, but not knowing their personality, you never knew what words or actions might set them off. Most had not had happy life experiences living among humans, many were either enslaved, brutalized, or ostrisized. Jezel had yet to met one who grew up in a loving nurturing environment.

Since the vast majority of Half bloods were born of human mothers, after surviving a brutal rape by several Orcs, who then died in child birth because of the large size of the new born, tearing them up inside. Jezel wondered how any survived long enough to reach adulthood.

Approaching the Huge warrior, from the front so she would be in plain view, and careful not to rest her hand on the pommel of her sword, which was her norm when walking around, Jezel introduced herself and asked for his name. He was a bit hard to understand having a very thick orcish accent, but jezel was able to discern the name Gormack.

Well Gormack I see by the men you are training, that you are part of Commanders Hellcats unit. I too am to accompany her, as an advisor and trainer. I'm willing to bet you have not found many worthy opponents among the troops as yet, would you be inclined spare with me, so the men can learn truly what they will be facing out there. As she said this her head jerked in the direction of the gate.

[StaffSgtSkunk]

He looked at Jezel with a wide smile as Gormok heard the word training and spare and nodded to her agreement. He already did a lot of training but for him there was always room for more no matter how tired you might be. Gormok already had his halberd on his back as well as his shield and sword.

Within seconds of agreeing he finished of repairing the dummy that he nearly destroyed into many pieces and get himself ready before heading outside the gate. Gormok was very heavy footed as he walked towards the gate, his feet slightly shaking the ground at each step around him.

“It's Gor . . mok, Gormok”

He spoke to Jezel still existed on what’s going to happen as his heart rate fasten slightly. He left his shield and sword back at the training grounds and only brought with him his halberd. Just even thinking of fighting made him feel so existed as he headed towards the gates.

[Arianna]

Jezel spoke the orcs name nodding to let him know she would remember it now. She had expected Gormok to pick up his sword ans shield, and was a bit surprised when he picked up a long heavy Halberd, so surpirsed in fact Gormaok was five steps towards the gate before she reacted.

Jezel smiled a little at the mans obvious excitment at the chance to spar. She looked to the young guardsmen who had been watching Gormok work, motioning them to follow along so they could watch. When they almost tripped over each other gathering up their equipment, in their haste to comply, she had to laugh.

Though not many of the enemy they would be facing in the near future would be armed with Gormoks particular weapon. What Jezel was planning on showing them would work just as well with the halberd as sword or axe. She was going to show them how to survive an attack by a foe who was superior in strength, size, and stamina. Nothing drained a fighter's strength more than taking heavy blows to the body repeatedly. so the trick was to deflect as much of the energy from the blow as possible while leaving yourself the opportunity to counter attack swiftly.

Gormok stopped about a hundred paces from the gate in a large open field. Jezel walked up to him offering her hand in friendship, explaining that she wanted to show the others how to receive blows from a stronger opponent, and how to counter attack.

She turned to the assembled guardsmen, telling them to present their shields, since she had left hers back in her tent. She inspected each one, finding them in various states of disrepair, Two were split, and the first blow from any weapon wielded by an orc and they would shatter, the metal overlay on another was so rusted if it was struck, the rust flying off it just might blind both attacker and defender. she found three that were still serviceable, but one needed the straps that held it on the arm replaced, the second needed some elbow grease to remove what looked like enough dirt to plant carrots, and the third was warped out of alignment.

Jezel tossed the split ones as far as she could throw them, the rusted one she tossed in the opposite direction, she turned to the men, her anger prominently displayed not only on her face, but in her words.

You men are a disgrace to your units! those shields are worse than useless..and I bet your swords and armor aren't any better. Well you will have that problem corrected before you sleep tonight. IS THAT CLEAR!

WE ARE ABOUT TO EMBARK ON A MISSION THAT WILL MOST CERTAINLY INVOLVE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES, AND NOT ONE OF YOU WOULD SURVIVE THE FIRST ATTACK WITH SUCH TRASH. YOU WILL REPLACE YOUR SHIELDS, REPAIR AND POLISH YOUR ARMOR, SHARPEN YOUR SWORDS, OR REPLACE ANY THAT ARE BENT, NICKED, OR CRACKED. IF THE QUARTERMASTER COMPLAINS..TELL HIM I WILL BE MORE THAN WILLING TO DISCUSS THE MATTER WITH HIM.

Lowering her voice to a normal level, she added that they were to receive the best equipment in stock she would provide a list of everything they would need, and if there was any problem with cost they were to tell the Quartermaster that she would cover the cost out of her own funds.

This announcement was greeted with looks of astonishment, and cheers of gratitude.

Don't get to thinking to highly of yourselves! I'm going on this little jaunt, and I'll be damned if I get killed because someone didn't have a good sword at my side.

Jezel looked at Kerwin one of the men who's shield was split, ordering him to go retrieve both she tossed that way, and sent Zelina off to retrieve the rusted piece of junk she tossed the other way.

Once they returned to their places she held out her hand to Kerwin motioning him to hand her one of the shields. holding it in both hands she turned to Gormok, who looked as if he hadn't understood anything she had just said. She held the shield out at arms length, telling him to strike with about half his strength.

Gormok, nodded and hefted the long polearm, swinging it down on the shield. Jezel wasn't sure if he understood the pat about half strength, when the shield not only shattered, in three pieces, but were thrown a good ten paces away, even the ones she should have still been holding in her hands. The halberd swooshed down threw the shield, and Jezel had to jump back a step to avoid the sharp spike extending from the wicked looking blade. Her arms ached with the blow and her hands went numb momentarily.

Turning back to the soldiers, placing her hands on her waist, more so they wouldn't see them twitching as she tried to restore the circulation. AND THAT WAS OUR FIRIEND HERE SIMPLY WARMING UP. THINK WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE IF IT WAS A KOR ORC SWINGING FOR YOUR HEAD!

NOW WE'RE GOING TO SHOW YOU HOW TO TAKE BLOWS LIKE THAT AND SURVIVE.

Grabbing the shield that was warped but still useable she placed it on her arm, drew her sword, and turned towards Gormok, speaking as she prepared.

NOW YOU WILL NOT LIVE LONG IF YOU DEFEND AGAINST AN ORC AS YOU WOULD AGAINST A HUMAN OPPONENT. WITH OTHER HUMANS, YOU CAN KEEP YOUR SHIELD AWAY FROM YOUR BODY AND LET HIM HAMMER ON IT. TRY THAT WITH AN ORC, AND YOU'LL NOT ONLY BREAK YOUR SHIELD, BUT MOST CERTAINLY YOUR ARM, AND PROBABLY LOSE YOUR HEAD IN THE PROCESS.

TO TAKE A BLOW FROM AN ORC, YOU KEEP THE SHIELD CLOSE TO YOUR BODY, LIKE THIS, Jezel brought the shield in and held it close to her body. WHEN YOUR OPPONENT SWINGS AT YOU YOU TURN A LITTLE IN THE DIRECTION THE BLOW IS COMING FROM, AND AS IT IS JUST ABOUT TO STRIKE, YOU PUSH UT WITH THE SHIELD AND TURN YOUR BODY, THUS DEFLECTING THE BLOW DOWN AN TO THE SIDE, CAUSING YOUR ENEMY TO OEN UP HIS SIDE AND BACK TO YOUR COUNTER THRUST. LIKE THIS.

Motioning to Gormok, that he should take a swing at her and try to make it count this time, she set her feet and waited for the big man to hit her, praying that this worked, the tactic was sound, but on any given day, the worst could happen, and if Gormok succeeded, in knocking her down on the first try, she would lose all credibility with these young warriors.

[Krylan]

Calken wandered out of the Command tent, He already knew most of what was said because he had been at the meeting where the commander had learned of the shortcut in the first place. He told her his opinion of it then, and he sticks to it now, no need to waste his words on something she already knew, if she wanted to take the long easy path that was fine with him.

By the looks of things this was a good unit, he had recognized some of the other officers in the tent, Although he had never had a chance to fight along side any of them, with the exception of Amora. He was fairly certain this Campaign would go over just fine, maybe a few deaths here and there, but the majority of a battle was simply luck. Theres nothing to stop a baddy from walking up and stabbing you in the back while you're fighting some jackass. All skill goes right out the window in a Full scale battle. Anyone would know this,

"Sarge!" He turned to see a man dressed in chain-mail running his way, "Report, Dwalin. Supplies all ready to go?"

Dwalin nods, "Yep, the misfits are ready to go."

Calken shakes his head, "You know just because the irregulars call you that doesn't mean that's what you are. You guys are more vanguard than some of the people here."

Dwalin, "To be honest Calken, I kinda like the name."

Calken sighs, "Just make sure everyone is ready to go at a moments notice. the Officers are briefed, we could get the march call at any time."

Dwalin nods, "Are we taking the shortcut?"

Calken shakes his head, "No, It'll be easier on the caravan to take the long route, Amora had her word."

"Aye Aye, Sarge." Dwalin saluted and headed back into the camp.

Calken looked over the Village of tents, The vanguard banners were everywhere. Just a few months ago he had no idea how many where actually in the Vanguard, then he met 20 of them, and now a hundred. He let out a sigh as he sauntered on. He never expected this when he was offered to join the Vanguard. They told him he could do what they wanted and when they needed him they would call on him. He was a Mercenary, they paid him, he did the work. Now the Vanguard were more organized, Less of the Vanguard and more of the 11th Regiment of the Empire. He shuttered just thinking he was considered one of Varana's dogs.

He found himself at the training ground, and surpisingly, there was no one fighting. In the center ring a group of soldiers were gathered about, watching. Curious, he approached. In the ring was a Human and a Half-orc.

"Well this will be a sight to see." Calken muttered under his breath.

[Jain Zar]

Elvina raised a brow when she noticed the extra wagon and recognised Sar'lenis standing next to it.
"The hells?" Then she looked curiously at the man next to her just before she decided to walk over at the pair.

She saw Sar'lenis turn and smile.

Elvina rolled her eyes," What on earth are you doing here, Sar'lenis? I know at least one person that isn't going to like this, AT ALL!"
She looked back at the man," And who is your friend, and how did you get in here??"

Elvina started to think security was really a problem. She glanced in the direction of the wagons meant for the convoy and recalled her earlier conversation with Amora.
Tonight, ... she decided, just before looking back at Sar'lenis as she awaited some logical explanation coming from the young girl.

[ralfinader]

Watching and listening to the prep work and training going on, Maliker looked about for a place to lie down for a bit and get a nap in. After an hour or so, he gave up, as there was just to much going on to realistically get any sleep. Slipping out of the encampment, he was soon back at the Burning Troll. Once in his room, he fell asleep, assured there would be at least five knocks at his door when the Vanguard finally moved out.

Meanwhile, four children sat on a rooftop watching the Vanguard, eager to report back to the man in black that had offered them more gold than their parents would earn in a year to just watch and report them leaving. A fifth child, offered the same amount of gold as the other four, performed his unique task, which involved making certain the stable had the man in black's horse ready to travel when the Vanguard began to leave the Bastion.

[Skurge]

Bastion: An Orc on the Road.

From the direction of the badlands a black skinned Orc steadily makes his way to the Bastion after hearing word of Vanguard troop movement, behind him he drags the heads of dozens of Canites and Kor orcs. He reaches a rise and looks out over the land before raising his snout and sniffs, he then turns and looks at the smoke trails behind him. With a grin exposing his chipped but sharp tusks he states out loud "It's a good day for war." and resumes his trek to the Bastion his mail clad boots crunch through the skeletal ribcage of a long fallen warrior...

[Arianna]

Sar'Lenis smiled when Elvina spoke, but on the the inside she was terrified, the white haired warlock, would have her tossed out of the encampment on her ear, with out so much as listening to her, not to mention what would happen when Jezel found out.

Before she could answer, Toran stepped down from the wagon, and approached Elivna with his hand extended in friendship. Please do not be upset with the girl, It was I who asked her to guide me here.

I am Toran A follower of Tharon form a place, name Hamos, many weeks journey across the western sea. I was given the task of coming to your land, because rumors of a war with Orcs have begun surfacing in the Capital, and my order wanted to ascertain the validity of these rumors.

Elvina went wide eyed at this news. Well I can assure you they aren't mere rumors. Spreading her hands and waving to indicate the entire camp, This entire camp is preparing to fight them. So why is your order interested in a war with Orcs in a distant land? Elvina asked with a hint of caution, and disbelief.

Toran stood with his hands folded in front of his body, he could well understand this woman,s caution, after all they were at war,with more than just orcs if the stories he had heard were true, no telling who was friend and who was foe in these times, in this land.

I understand your need for caution Madam, but I assure you I am here to observe, file a report and a decision will be made whether to send what aid we may. a few centuries ago we in Hamos also warred with orcs, The allied races of men, dwarves, elves, and Gekonan, a sentient, lizard race finally swept the orcs from our lands, but the cost was almost more than we could bear, when the last orc was put to the sword, there were less than fifty thousand souls left in all of Hamos, It is the greatest fear of Hamonans that the Orc plague may someday resurface in Hamos and bring us to ruin once more.

My order was founded and given the duty of guarding against such events, and when rumors began to appear that Orcs not only lived but were strong enough to make war in other lands, fear began to creep into the hearts and minds of the populace.

I would beg you madam to allow myself and my assistant to accompany you on your, travels, so that I may see for myself if Hamos should not only send help, but prepare ourselves for the possibility of war.

Elvina was about to speak but Toran, held up his hand for her to wait. Before you say yea or nae. I, am not simply a priest of my order, I am trained for battle, and a excellent healer, and I have brought with me a wagon load of medical supplies, our own personal supplies of food, and equipment..we will not tax your own supplies in the slightest, and I offer my abilities as a healer and spiritual guide to you and your company, with out condition.

I was going to say my assistant would also be of use to you in certain situation, but I take it from your reaction to seeing her, you are well acquainted with her.. ah... unique talents?

Sar'lenis listened to Toran..she thought to herself he could charm the bark off a tree, but she felt she needed to ad her two cents worth as well to seal the deal. Besides if you don't let us come with you..I'll just follow you anyway.. I...am..not... letting.. Jezel..or you...go out and get yourselves killed with out me being there to keep you safe!

Sar'Lenis emphisized her declaration by folding her arms across her chest, and stomping her foot into the hard ground. The look on her face was a clear message that her mind was made up and nothing short of death would stop her this time.

[Arianna]

Jezel continued to address the young Gaurdsmen in an authoritative, voice, modulated to carry, over the sounds of a busy soldiers camp preparing to begin operations. The ringing of the smith's hammers on anvils, forging weapons, armors, and horseshoes, the shouted orders given by sergeants, putting their men through drills, designed to make them think as one and do so automatically, with out hesitation. the sound of wagons trundling over the cobble stoned roads of the bastion.

WHEN FACING AN ORC, YOU MUST NEVER STAND STILL, THEY HAVE THE SIZE AND STRENGTH TO USE AND PREFER LARGE HEAVY WEAPONS. THEY MAY BE OF CRUDE DESIGN COMPARED TO AN AVERAGE SWORD, BUT THEY DON'T CARE OVER MUCH ABOUT FINESSE, AND ORC IS ABOUT SMASHING AND BASHING, UNLESS THEY SPENT TIME AS PERSONAL GUARDS TO SOME CANITE BIG WIG, THEIR WEAPONS WILL BE OF POOR QUALITY IRON, AND FORGING. ORCS AREN'T MOTIVATED TO IMPROVE ANY TECHNOLOGY THEY POSSESS, BEASUE THEY DON'T HAVE TO AN ORC WITH A BROADSWORD CAN KILL YOU MERELY BY HITTING YOU WITH IT HE DOESN'T HAVE TO DRAW BLOOD, THE FORCE OF THE BLOW WILL BE ENOUGH TO CRUSH YOUR SKULL OR SHATTER BONE, AND RUPTURE ORGANS.

Jezel turned and nodded briefly to Gormok, NOW OUR FRIEND HERE PREFERS TO USE A HALBERD, OVER SWORD OR AXE, THIS IS AN EXCEPTION, IT WILL BE RARE FOR YOU TO FACE AN ORC SO ARMED, BUT IT MAY HAPPEN SO I WILL DEMONSTRATE A FEW TECHNIQUES TO DEAL WITH IT SHOULD IT COME TO PASS.

IF YOU ARE FACING AN ORC THEY LIKE TO REAR BACK AND SWING WITH ALL THE MIGHT THEY CAN MUSTER, HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT TECHNIQUE, HIS GOAL IS TO KILL YOU BY ANY MEANS POSSIBLE, REMEMBER IF HE HITS YOU YOUR PROBABLY DEAD, SO DON'T LET HIM HIT YOU! AGAINST A WEAPON SUCH A HALBERDS, LOCKBAR AXES OR ANY LONG WEAPON YOU MUST STEP INSIDE YOUR OPPONENTS SWING, THE WEAPON IS DESIGNED TO KEEP YOU AS FAR AWAY AS POSSIBLE FROM THE WIELDER, SO STEP IN CLOSE, GETTING HIT WITH THE SHAFT OF A HALBERD IS A LOT LESS DANGEROUS THAN STANDING THERE LETTING THE BLADE HIT YOU. YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO FOR A KILLING THRUST ON YOUR FIRST MOVE, WHAT YOU WANT TO DO IS DISARM HIM, YOU ACCOMPLISH THIS BY STRIKING AT HIS ARMS. LUCKILY YOUR AVERAGE ORC DOESN'T WEAR MUCH ARMOR, MOSTLY BECAUSE THEY DON'T HAVE THE ABILITY TO MAKE CHAINMAIL, OR PLATE ARMOR, AND THERE AREN'T MANY HUMANS LARGE ENOUGH FOR THEIR ARMOR TO FIT AN ORC. THEY MAY HAVE CRUDE HIDE OR LEATHER ARMOR, BUT IT WILL BE PIECE MEAL, AND ILL FITTING.

Turning back towards Gormok, who was waiting patiently, resting the halberd on his shoulder, listening to the red head speak. Jezel was about to draw her sword when she suddenly realized she was armed with one of her enchanted blades. She had chosen to arm herself with the sword known as Dark Whispers.

The enchantment on this particular weapon was two edged, it would deliver a jolt of negative energy to an opponent, causing him to weaken and feel disoriented, but it also drew it's power from the wielders life force, and if held too long it would tire it's wielder, so to use it Jezel would draw it to fight and sheath it as soon as possible after, she also made sure she carried many restorative elixirs with her when she used it.

Jezel stopped, and instead of drawing the blade, she set her borrowed shield down and unbuckled her sword belt, turning to her students she motioned for Kelmar to give over his broad sword, handing Dark whispers to him admonishing him not to draw the blade, for it could hurt him.

Jezel examined the broad sword.. it wasn't the best quality, but it was far from the worst she had seen. the blade was straight, the edges sharp and it was well cared for, and from the many small nicks and scratches, had seen it's share of fighting. It wasn't well balanced, and was point heavy, meaning the center of gravity was too close to the hilt.. she determined, to examine all of their weapons, and to visit the smiths as soon as the demonstration's were complete, to see if the weapon's could be re worked and improve the balance, in time for their departure.

Finally ready Jezel picked up the shield once more, and turned to face the Half Orc who was waiting patiently for the fun to begin.

As Jezel set herself, she continued to speak in a loud voice. NOW YOU HAVE TO STAY LIGHT ON YOUR FEET, NEVER STAND FLAT FOOTED WAITING FOR A BLOW, KEEP MOVING SLIGHTLY, TRANSFERRING YOUR WEIGHT FROM ONE FOOT TO THE OTHER, ALWAYS ON THE BALLS OF YOUR FEET, NEVER ON YOUR HEELS. Nodding for Gormok to attack, she waited, explaining what she was doing.

YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR SHIELD CLOSE TO YOUR BODY, As Gormok approached holding the halberd in both hands at a distance indicating he was going to swing from Jezels shield side, in an attempt to unbalance her and throw her sideways. She waited skip stepping from side to side so her weight wouldn't be centered, and if the blow struck and she was knocked to the side she would be able to go with the force, not fight against it. This ploy would not only reduce the force of the blow but, would give her a better chance of retaining her balance when her feet came in contact with the ground again.

Gormok approached, when he closed to ten feet he drew the weapon back to his left, and swung, he didn't swing with all his strength into the blow.. he didn't want to hurt the human..they were so fragile, and broke easily. He had listened as the tall female spoke to the others, he didn't understand all the words, but he was able to understand the tone, of her voice.. the human warrior was confident, authoritative, and experienced... Gormok was certain he was in for a very good fight..even if it was only play fighting.

Jezel waited and timed her next move. as the blade began it's forward motion, she jumped forward two paces bringing herself inside the arc of the blade, as the shaft contacted her shield she pushed it away from her body, turning to her left, thus redirecting the energy of the impact making the halberd change direction down and away from her, she continued turning, and in one motion brought the flat of the broad sword down on Gormoks forearms, with just enough force to let him know he had been struck, but not enough to bruise.

As Gormok returned to a place a few paces from Jezel, she turned to her pupils once more. YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED? YOU STEP INSIDE THE ARC OF THE BLADE, WITH YOUR SHIELD CLOSE TO YOUR BODY, AS IT CONTACTS YOUR SHIELD YOU PUSH OUT TURNING YOUR BODY TO ALLOW YOUR WEAPON TO STRIKE AT THE FOREARMS..HE CAN'T HIT YOU IF HE DOESN'T HAVE HIS HANDS TO HOLD A WEAPON. ONCE HE IS WOUNDED, HE IS AT YOUR MERCY, SO DON'T HESITATE, CUT THE ARMS, AND ON YOUR BACK SWING AIM FOR THE NECK, OR GUT. DO... NOT...STRIKE..AT..THE CHEST. YOU WONT BE ABLE TO KILL HIM WITH A SLASH TO THE CHEST, A SLASH TO THE GUT WILL OPEN HIM UP SPILLING HIS GUTS ON THE GROUND..JUST MAKE SURE YOU DON'T STEP IN THEM. A SLASH TO THE NECK WONT TAKE HIS HEAD OFF BUT IT WILL CUT DEEP ENOUGH TO SEVER THE ARTERIES, KILLING HM IN SECONDS. OR IF YOUR SWORD GOES RIGHT THROUGH THE ARMS, YOU CAN CONTINUE AND WITH YOUR FOLLOW THROUGH STRIKE AT THE LEGS, IF YOU CUT DEEP ENOUGH ON THE INNER HALF OF THE THIGH YOU WILL ALSO SEVER A LARGE ARTERY, CAUSING HIM TO BLEED TO DEATH IN LESS THAN TWO MINUTES, i KNOW THIS SOUNDS LIKE A LONG TIME, BUT HE WILL BE ON THE GROUND AND NOT ABLE TO FIGHT.

[Amora]

Special Ops Recruitment 1

After Amora's talk with Elvina, she fully started to understand why she was actually needed in the company. Amora had been given a special task, one that was all to important to be ignored. She was also given other special information in their private chat, and realized her tasks within the company were most likely far over that of their compatriot's tasks.

Amora drafted up a few quick letters of conscription for her 'Special operations squad' that Elvina is giving her charge of, but even those that would be picked would likely not know everything that she knew. The letter read would read as such:

You have been conscripted into Amora Reaver's service for the duration of Elvina's campaign. Any gripes, disagreements, or disputes should be directed up your chain of command, and you are to show this letter to your immediate supervisor. Should he or she wish to dispute this, they are to take it up with Commander Elvina immediately.

Amora Reaver.

Amora walked out of her tent making her way to the training grounds, she noticed a few of the other commanders from the meeting in the gathering around the melee. Obviously some sort of demonstration going on there, but she wanted to meet some of the archers, She wanted two or three for her squad, and they would be useful in what she had planned for small encampments and ambushes.

Making her way to the archery range away from the commotion. She found a smaller commotion among the archers, there were two men making boasts about who was better with a bow.

The first man had dark brown hair pulled back bangs into a high short ponytail, a scruffy stubble across his face, probably hasn't shaven in a few days, dark blue eyes, He wore some dusty scouting leathers, two longswords held firmly at each of his hips and his quiver was tied into the small of his back, such as an archery rider would carry them.

"You don't really have any skill with a bow; you just use your elven magics to make up for your poor technique!" His slightly disgruntled yet sarcastic tone of voice was playful in its use. "I dare you to split my arrow Maerin!" He quickly stood up and notched an arrow to his well constructed composite bow, the string dangled a small white feather just above eye level, and with a quick glance to it, adjusted slightly for the wind. He then quickly sighted down the arrow shaft to the target and let the arrow fly. With a light thud, the arrow hit the bull's eye slightly below the center. "Come on boy, show me what you got!" he gave a haughty laugh.

The Maerin was a bit shorter than the rest there, he gave a sigh and stepped up, brushing his blonde bangs out of his eyes behind his slightly pointed ears, his piercing gray eyes focused on the target as he drew back his arrow, a light rune appeared down its shaft and he let the arrow fly. With a slight crack the arrow split down the shaft. He let out a grin and turned to his young elven face to his competitor. "You we're saying? And I'm not a boy Jard, I probably have two or three summers on you at least."

"Yeah, yeah," Jard huffed as he took his place to shoot again, "all you elves do is not age and let us mortals turn to dust. Doesn't change the fact that I have more skill than you with a bow." this time he drew back two arrows, cocked his bow slightly sideways and let both arrows fly, first arrow hit the target they were initially aiming at a bit high and to the left of the bull's eye, the second hit the target to the right of the first, just inside the bull's eye.

The young elf drew back his two arrows, taking aim, as Amora watched a graceful fair skinned sun blonde female elf with soft blue eyes make her way softly to his side; she placed a hand to his shoulder which he quickly relaxed, lowering the bow and taking tension off the string. He turned to face the elf that placed her hand there. Woman looked at him in a Matronly scolding way, disappointment all across her face.

"How many times must I tell you child," she shook her head at him, "Our art is not to be used for games, but for war, practice, and training. Not for these games of men." She looked a lot like the young half elf, at first Amora thought they might be half siblings to each other, but the next words uttered changed that perspective.

"Yes mother," the Maerin lowered his head, placing the arrows back in his quiver. He slung the longbow over his shoulder.

"Aww, come on," Jard picked up, "Just let the kid shoot Mae'ti, its good practice to show your skill to everyone." the elf shook her head at him and turned to leave.

"It's not like those elfin magics are going to be any good at killing those orcs anyways." he tossed at her back; she froze up, her fists clenching. She had a long history of fighting orcs, and she knew it, as did everyone at the range. She turned her gaze back to him, hard and furious.

"Firstly it's Mae'tila," she said annoyed, "you don't deserve to call me anything different til you earn my respect. Secondly, "she continued with an air of confidance, "I've hunted and killed orcs before your grandfather was even born, and I'll continue to do so long after your grandchildren are dust in the ground."

"Prove it," Jard smirked, motioning to the targets on the range, a cocky smile daring her to step into his trap. In the blink of an eye, she had her bow drawn with one fluid motion, three arrows notched, and a half second later they were down range, all three hitting their bull's eyes. Jard fell silent, his mouth open in amazement, which then closed to a grin as he went to look back at her, but she had already left the range with her son in tow.

Amora stepped in front of the two as they made their way into the tents and drew out two recruitment letters, offering one to each. She knew Arcane Archers were a powerful addition to her team, and a Mother-Son team would be nearly unbreakable, they would already know how to work with each other and predict each other's moves. Their deadly exploding arrows and seeker arrows would prove quite useful to both ambushes and assassinations of leaders on the main field. They would have their uses, and Amora would see to it that they were used properly under her command.

"Congratulations," Amora stated as she held out the letters as if they were invitations, "You've been recruited for my special ops team. The letter will explain everything."

[Jain Zar]

Elvina hadn't noticed the quartermaster yet who appeared behind her while she looked from Toran to Sar'lenis, her eyes locking on the young girl for a moment.
"As you know, I have a hundred more people to look after. I don't like it, Sar'lenis."

She glanced at Toran and said to him,"Go talk to Adele D'Payens at the command tent. She is operating as healer for our mission, and she might wanna take a look at what you have. I'll join you two later on."

Elvina looked back at Sar'lenis," And you, find my tent next to the command tent, tell the guard I'll be right over. I'm getting Jezel."

Right after they left, the quartermaster put his hand on her shoulder," Did it ever occur to you there also might be a lot of people who care and worry for you... commander?"

Elvina blinked and turned around, only to see the man nodding at her and making his way towards the wagons meant for the convoy.

[Arianna]

Sar'Lenis smiled, at least Elvina hadn't had her thrown out the gates, or locked up in a cell. Not that either would have proven, but a slight inconvenience to her. She had already spotted at least three places she could sneak back in unseen, and it was unlikely any lock on any door in the bastion would present more than a minor distraction for her nimble fingers.

She turned to Toran and thanked him for bringing her along.You're the only one who doesn't treat me like a babe who needs to be swaddled and cosseted at all costs./i]

Toran smiled. [/You have a lot of people who care about you youngling. Even I can't help but feel a need to protect you. Only my faith permits my mind to control that need. So don't place your anger at your friends feet. They can't help it. Now you best find the Commanders tent, she doesn't strike me as the type who will be pleased to find her orders weren't followed quickly, and I will find their healer and offer my assistance.i]

Toran bent down to embrace Sar'Lenis, placing a paternal kiss on her forehead.Don't worry Sar'Lenis Volkmur, I'm sure this Elvina will allow you to stay, and accompany your sister, but when she does, you must swear to her that you will listen and do as you're told, regardless of what you think you should do. You will be going to war, it is nothing like the stories, where the hero fights with honour, courage, and finds glory, to return a conquering hero. War is messy, dirty, and smells bad. If you fight you kill your enemy by any means possible, you bite, scratch, kick and spit, all while ignoring the screams of the dying, and stepping through blood and gore. Never pass up any opportunity to hurt your enemy, and never leave him alive after the battle.

Sar'Lenis returned the priests embrace, and thought she did a good job of hiding the shiver that ran through her, as his words came to her ears. She had known fear, of the unknown, fear of not having food to eat, but she had not known war. She had, had to fight for her life on occasion, but those instances were few. She had become very good at hiding from, or sneaking past anyone or anything that she felt was a threat to her. Not even a wolf could track her easily if she chose not to be followed, and now that she had found she had a talent for the arcane as well, she could usually dissuade most enemies from bothering her, but would she be able to face an orc in battle and not run in terror.

She wasn't naive, she realized that if she went with Jezel and Elvina, and became involved in battle she would have to stand with them, and not hide and wait for others to do the fighting, her heart was firm in it's belief that she would never abandon her sister or her friend, and in her own mind she was as brave as any warrior, but would she pass that test when the time came.

She promised Toran that she would listen and do as she was told, before turning to go in search of Elvinas tent. On the way she wore a constant frown, It had been years since she had felt this way, what was it Jezel called it? ... doubt... that was the word. Sar'lenis had always acted with the knowledge that she would not only succeed, but that what she was doing was, neccessary... if not always honest, or right. She decided she didn't like this feeling, and determined to put all doubt aside, and be the woman Jezel and Elvina would need, and be proud of.

It didn't take long for Toran to find the woman he was looking for. Not only was the healers tent known to every soldier, one with the talent for healing could spot a kindred soul from fifty paces. He approached the healing tent, and stepped inside. Immediately his nose was confronted with the various smells of a hospital.

Though there weren't any serious battle wounds, so the smell of blood and rotting flesh wasn't present, there were still the odors of vomit, disease, healing draughts, and tinctures. There were four patients at the present time, One obviously having been in a brawl judging by the cuts and bruises on his face. Another with his head in a bucket as he noisily emptied the contents of his stomach. The third was a young woman with both her arms splinted and bandaged. Toran wondered what calamity had befallen the pretty black haired woman.

It was the last patient who attracted Torans eye. The man lay on a cot, motionless, eyes closed, and the sheen of sweat glistening on the exposed skin. A wet cloth covered the mans forehead and eyes, and a woman sat with her back to Toran obviously trying to keep the man from slipping past the veil into the world of the dead.

Toran walked over, quietly not wishing to break the woman's concentration. He could feel the heat radiating off the man from two paces away, the man was obviously fighting for his life, and losing the battle. Toran closed his eyes and offered a prayer to Tharon, to lend him the strength and power to help this poor soul win his life back.

He immediately felt Tharons divine power fill him, and he stepped forward placing his hand on the mans chest, recited the words that would allow that power to flow through him and into the dying man.

She was never sure if it was hearing a mans voice speaking a foreign tongue, or her sensing a different, powerful energy connect with hers that made Adele D'Payens open her eyes and look up to notice a stranger standing beside her the unmistakeable nimbus of divine power surrounding him. She was too well practiced at not showing her feelings to appear startled. A healer who couldn't keep always show the face of a confident, hopeful, and assured medical practitioner, even when they knew the patient was not going to survive, didn't garner trust from her patients..and that rust and confidnce in the healers ability were just as important to the success of healing as the healers actual ability.

In the time it took the glow surrounding the stranger to dissipate, the patient's fever finally broke, and his laboured breathing slowed, muscles that had been straining as if he had been carrying a heavy burden for the past several hours relaxed, leaving the patient in a peaceful, sleep.

Adele tried to stand to greet the stranger properly, but she had been focusing her energies on keeping her patient alive for hours, and was utterly exhausted. She was grateful when the stranger placed his hand on her shoulder silently telling her to stay put.

Toran smiled down at the woman seated on a crude camp stool, her own face bathed in sweat, like her patient. He smiled, and when he placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her from standing in his presence, he transfered some of Tharons blessed power to flow from him into her, hoping it would restore some of the energy she had expended on her patient.

Hello Madam, would you happen to be Adele D'Payens? I am Toran Churing, I am here at the behest of commander Hellcat, to offer you my services as healer, and spiritual guide, as well I have brought with me a wagon load of medicinal supplies that I offer freely for use by those about to embark for the perilous journey about to commence. I have requested permission to accompany you, but regardless of that decision the supplies are yours, with out strings.

It took Adele a moment to find her voice. She smiled up at Toran, he was obviously not form any place she had ever been or heard of, she had no idea where such an accent would be found, but she ws grateful, not only for his assistance with Leldan, but for the supplies he offered. They would undoubtedly be useful in the near future.

[Jain Zar]

A group of young Vanguards was watching the demonstration between the tall redhead and "The Orc". The tallest of the four bumped his friends with his elbows and grinned.
"How much?"

Eras rolled his eyes," Maran, are you serious?"

Another one of what appeared to be four friends grinned," You have no chance at all."

Maran grinned back," One emperor that I can pull it off."

The only girl of the four shook her head," Boys will always be boys."

Maran looked at her and said," Oh c'mon Emily, this wouldn't be needed if you..."

The girl standing with her back in front of him, short as she was, quickly turned around and tiptoed while crossing her arms," Watcha gonna say?"

Maran showed his hands as if to ask for peace," Now now, don't get upset, just teasing ya."

Emily narrowed her eyes, then grinned," Pussycat, two emperors you won't make it."

Maran grinned wide," Thats my girl, and if I fail... perhaps you...?"

Emily glanced at Jezel in the middle of the square," Mmmm we'll see. But I don't wanna spoil things for you."

The three guys chuckled as she said that.

Maran looked from Emily to Jezel who was about the end the demonstration. He ran his hand through his hair and adjusted the position of his lute.
"Right, here goes nothing..."

The three others chuckled as the tall guy started to make his way towards Jezel.

Emily looked at the other two," You have to admit guys, our Maran has balls..."

Eras rolled his eyes once more," And he likes to use them..."

They chuckled...

[Amora]

Traitor: part 1



Amora made her way to the wagon that was to be loaded with the important documents that detailed what troop movements and places that needed reinforcement or immediate attention were going to be loaded in. Having already discussed which wagon it would be best on, she slipped under the wagon unnoticed, hidden in shadow, she began a quiet work. She carefully cut out two small square holes about a thigh's width from the back of the wagon. She places a lower locking hinge where the squares used to be and raised the blocks back up into place. She would need this access after the cart was loaded with its precious cargo of information.

After slightly modifying the cart, Amora made her way up an archer's tower overlooking the walls of the Bastion and kept one eye on the cart, waiting for when Elvina was to load it.

Elvina knew around what time Amora would do her 'thing'. Nevertheless she waited one more hour at least to make sure before she pushed herself from the bed and left her tent. She turned to the guard standing next to it, a man she had recruited for this personally.

"It is time to load the wagon. Get me those two carriers."

She watched how the woman took off in the direction of the barracks. The commander looked up at the sky, watching the stars. She had picked this moment and the way of doing it so that it all looked surreptitiously and secretly, but not too. The intention was to let the "right" people pick up the "right" information, if any that is.

When the guard came back with two strong looking Vanguards, Elvina nodded and motioned them to follow her into her tent.
There they picked up a huge wooden chest. By the looks on the face of the men, neither had expected it to be heavy like that.

Elvina shrugged," Important paperwork, it comes with certain side effects..."

One of the men pulled a grin, just before they left the commander's tent in the direction of the designated wagon.

Amora kept a close eye on the chest from her perch in the archer's tower nearby, her eyes darting around the nearby tents as they past, looking for anyone paying too much attention to the chest's destination.

OOC: this is taking a bit of time, and I apologize for that, been writing a lot for my English class in college which is sapping most of my creativity away from this post, I'll get part 2 up as quick as I can.