Training Day (Open to Mercenaries and Illian Military)
May 25, 2017 18:10:12 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 25, 2017 18:10:12 GMT -6
Today was a day of fear. It was a day of excitement. It was also a day to get bruises. It was collectively known as Training Day. Why it was known by such a redundant title despite the recruits' every day consisting of training has been lost to time and carries on in tradition. Perhaps it was because this was the day for them to whet their teeth and grit in the field for the first time? Or maybe they were just unoriginal.
Regardless of naming standards it was an important day for all involved. For those in training it was a day to be noticed for good or ill. It often led to promotions out of basic or even the coveted, and only spoken of in whispered legends, a transfer to the officer commissioning training. A common recruit getting the transfer was often dismissed and for good reason.
The mission for the recruits was to find the base of the mercenaries and assail it, capture it, and route the enemies that remained. No real weapons would be involved in order to keep injuries to a minimum and for those occasional hurts a healer was supplied to every division. Healers could be captured or 'killed' however so they were as much a tactical asset as any foodstuff.
The recruits would be entirely in charge of the mission with a voted on leader to each team. They were also given a single soldier to act as an advisor if needed, but turning to them for aid was known to reduce performance marks. And so on a clear crisp Illian morning the the teams of recruits were gathered into their squads and briefed as though it were a real mission.
Meanwhile in a hidden crevice of the mountainside, the mercenaries had set up their base a few days prior. The recruits had sent out their scouts in order to know their location. Out of five students that went out two came back. The other three had been found by the roving bands of mercenaries on guard. One of the two that returned had gotten lost and eventually made his way home and so they only had the words and notes of a single scout to rely upon.
"Achoo!" Vita sneezed and sniffed shivering in the cold. "I hate this place!" She whined. It would be easy money they said, Illia is not THAT cold they said. Its a once a year opportunity they said. Well they can all go eat a sock SHE says because this place is not worth it!
"Hate it or love it its a good time to relax and unwind. When the kids start coming in we can beat them and poke them with sticks. Tie them to trees, all that good stuff. Trust me, for us, its fun."
"Well, th-th-they pthetter ge-ge-get here soon... I'm f-f-f-freezing."
"Go sit by the fire then. I'll take over here." The seasoned mercenary laughed at the girl. But Vita would not argue. Grabbing her stick she went back to camp to warm by their fire. Three days here and she had yet to make a friend. Ugh.
Regardless of naming standards it was an important day for all involved. For those in training it was a day to be noticed for good or ill. It often led to promotions out of basic or even the coveted, and only spoken of in whispered legends, a transfer to the officer commissioning training. A common recruit getting the transfer was often dismissed and for good reason.
The mission for the recruits was to find the base of the mercenaries and assail it, capture it, and route the enemies that remained. No real weapons would be involved in order to keep injuries to a minimum and for those occasional hurts a healer was supplied to every division. Healers could be captured or 'killed' however so they were as much a tactical asset as any foodstuff.
The recruits would be entirely in charge of the mission with a voted on leader to each team. They were also given a single soldier to act as an advisor if needed, but turning to them for aid was known to reduce performance marks. And so on a clear crisp Illian morning the the teams of recruits were gathered into their squads and briefed as though it were a real mission.
Meanwhile in a hidden crevice of the mountainside, the mercenaries had set up their base a few days prior. The recruits had sent out their scouts in order to know their location. Out of five students that went out two came back. The other three had been found by the roving bands of mercenaries on guard. One of the two that returned had gotten lost and eventually made his way home and so they only had the words and notes of a single scout to rely upon.
"Achoo!" Vita sneezed and sniffed shivering in the cold. "I hate this place!" She whined. It would be easy money they said, Illia is not THAT cold they said. Its a once a year opportunity they said. Well they can all go eat a sock SHE says because this place is not worth it!
"Hate it or love it its a good time to relax and unwind. When the kids start coming in we can beat them and poke them with sticks. Tie them to trees, all that good stuff. Trust me, for us, its fun."
"Well, th-th-they pthetter ge-ge-get here soon... I'm f-f-f-freezing."
"Go sit by the fire then. I'll take over here." The seasoned mercenary laughed at the girl. But Vita would not argue. Grabbing her stick she went back to camp to warm by their fire. Three days here and she had yet to make a friend. Ugh.
