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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>Those arriving at Silvervein pass will find themselves in the company of a full military squad. Lots of troopers in heavy armor, some archers in the back line. A mage or two to support the ranks and even a small calvary unit, though Firmament does not have that many horses. Marshal Purpleheart is waiting for the civilian troopers to arrive, at least hoping that he'll have some soulless on his side for the day. He stands next to a pile of mock weaponry. Wooden swords, and spears, and retractable daggers, and arrows with their arrowheads bundled in burlap to make them blunt.<br> <br>Already traveling through the pass, Savi stumbles upon the training exercise by pure happenstance. Enjoying most things martial, she slows he pace eyeing the large assortment of soldiers. Understanding by the mock weapons there isn't likely a real combat about to happen, the towering plant trots up to the Marshal to see if he requires help.<br> <br>Calisiel looks a bit out of place in her black dress and white cloak. The crow is carrying her staff, hood up as she heads over to the marshal. Cal stands near him, waits to be told what's going on.<br> <br>Natska makes her way up the pass in quick, air-assisted leaps. She lands a short distance from the grouped up militia and then runs her gloved fingers along the brim of her hat, making sure it is securely in place. She holds a moment, her wind tugging at her jacket, waiting for Cassidy, then approaches the marshall and gives him a salute. "Private Natska. Lightbringers."<br> <br>Following shortly after the jaguar, in similar leaps, is Cassidy. She stops just aside her, hat, mask, and all. This time she's got a small black silk pack slung over one shoulder! She doesn't pay it too much mind or importance, though, instead tipping her hat to the marshall. "Greetings. Cassidy Solacious, also of the Lightbringer Unity."<br> <br>Rainer pulls free of his lips the bone of a small animal, probably a squirkik, and after a quick visual inspection to confirm that it has indeed been picked clean he casts it away into the brush and folds both arms behind his back, closing his eyes and angling his chin towards the sky. The wolf remains so, keeping a casual pace until he's right upon the company set up in the valley, slipping in behind Natska and Cassidy he goes up on his toes to raise over their shoulders, flashing a toothy grin to the marshal and wiggling his fingers in silent greeting.<br> <br>Bambsi humms happily as she makes her way into the group, clad with her leather and chain jacket, and a good deal of medical supplies on her. "Hello! I was told there was to be exercises around here? I figured you may need some help I'd be willing to provide!" The Gazelle bowing gently to the Marshal as she speaks.<br> <br>The Marshal spots all the newcomers as his brow furrows a little. He was hoping for people looking a little more...professional. "Hopefully, I don't lose too much face. Marshal Purpleheart." The two Lightbringers identifying themselves helps him to relax a little bit. "Now, go and take armaments if you need practice weapons." The eagle clears his throat for a moment. "I don't want any fatalities at all. Injuries are unavoidable even in mock war. I'll answer any questions you might have about this exercise while you get armed."
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		+	"MEN, TAKE POSITIONS!" The avian hollers, soldiers quickly scrambling into formation with shieldbearers in the front and archers at the back.<br> <br>Without a word Saviante smiles, adn begins poing around through the pile of wooden weapons. Using as much haste as she dares, but with a practiced mannerisms to her movements, she rifles through coming u with not one, but two long sections of wood. Both spears grasped in one large hand, the fern moves towards the lines a few feet, to allow others access to the stockpile, but staying within earshot to listen for rules.<br> <br>Calisiel is almost disappointed by 'no fatalities.' "I'll just keep my staff, thanks. hard to seriously injure someone with it. So, magic? Can we use that?" As much as the crow would love to set fire to the surrounding area without asking, might not be the best approach. The crow takes a few steps toward the lines, slowly, so as to give time for the marshall to answer her.<br> <br>"This is an -exercise-," Natska reminds the crow. "Nobody here is your enemy." Her ear flicks and she moves to the stockpile, selecting a few light pieces of different lengths. "What are our orders, Marshal? What role are we playing?"<br> <br>Cassidy acquires a spear for herself and tests the weight of it, giving a little flourish before smiling. "So, what are we to be doing, exactly?" She nods at Natska's question. "I'm also curious about using of magic. I imagine I'll restrict myself to use of air magic, for safety reasons, yes." She snatches up a sword, as well, and tucks it into her belt in case she needs a back up.<br> <br>Rainer makes a half-hearted attempt to stifle his snickering while the marshal's forces prepare, falling into step behind Cassidy and Natska. "Maybe we should give ourselves a handicap, so we don't embarass the troops." He at least makes an effort to keep his voice down enough to avoid being overheard by the eagle. His face lights up, as he plucks a training sword from the bin. "I could fight with one sword! I haven't done that in ... years!" He gives it a few play swings before spotting the daggers and swapping for a pair of them. The mutt's delight is boundless, when he discovers the retraction feature. "Ah-haha-haha! Did you see these?! They're -awesome-! Blade goes in, blade comes out. Blade goes in, blade comes out. Blade goes in, blade comes out. Blade goes in..."<br> <br>Bambsi nods to the Marshal as she smiles gently. "I can help with any injuries if you wish, or repairs to damaged gear, it's a Journeyman's way after all! But if you do need me to fight, I can do so as well." The Gazelle picking up a practice spear as she nods and holds it happily.<br> <br>Jera nods to the crew. "Magic, yes. As you no doubt must have noticed, there are a few Academy mages in the...the..." Rainer distracts him much, and even the war hardened Purpleheart veteran finds a snicker cross his beak. "The ranks." He clears his throat again and then straightens up, not wanting to give his troops a bad show. "Magic is permitted, yes. Though please, nothing fanciful. Our soldiers can take a burn or two...not getting struck by lightning in the middle of the marketplace."
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		+	He turns to Natska. "We have the numbers advantage. They have high ground, and have fortifications set up. The classic war scenario. The whole purpose of this exercise is to practice our military tactics...and to let the windrunners test out a new weapon that they've designed. Just remember. In this exercise...pretend any hits you get are real. If an arrow strikes your armor in the chest or on your helmet you're out. Nobody is enforcing this but we are Firmament soldiers, men. We fight with honor, and won't be cheating."
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		+	A loud war horn echos in the distance. "They're ready. It's time to march." Silvervein pass is incredibly narrow...the troops find themselves breaking formation as soon as they leave through the clearing just to advanced through the narrow route. Rain from last night has made the pass muddy and difficult to traverse as well. It's not long before the troops encounter a large, sturdily constructed barricade. Movements from atop the two sides of the valley give sign that enemy forces are preparing a trap...best to hurry.

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Revision as of 04:59, 2 August 2014

Participants

• Bambsi
• Calisiel
• Cassidy
• Jera
• Natska
• Rainer
• Saviante

Date

1/8/477

Log

Those arriving at Silvervein pass will find themselves in the company of a full military squad. Lots of troopers in heavy armor, some archers in the back line. A mage or two to support the ranks and even a small calvary unit, though Firmament does not have that many horses. Marshal Purpleheart is waiting for the civilian troopers to arrive, at least hoping that he'll have some soulless on his side for the day. He stands next to a pile of mock weaponry. Wooden swords, and spears, and retractable daggers, and arrows with their arrowheads bundled in burlap to make them blunt.

Already traveling through the pass, Savi stumbles upon the training exercise by pure happenstance. Enjoying most things martial, she slows he pace eyeing the large assortment of soldiers. Understanding by the mock weapons there isn't likely a real combat about to happen, the towering plant trots up to the Marshal to see if he requires help.

Calisiel looks a bit out of place in her black dress and white cloak. The crow is carrying her staff, hood up as she heads over to the marshal. Cal stands near him, waits to be told what's going on.

Natska makes her way up the pass in quick, air-assisted leaps. She lands a short distance from the grouped up militia and then runs her gloved fingers along the brim of her hat, making sure it is securely in place. She holds a moment, her wind tugging at her jacket, waiting for Cassidy, then approaches the marshall and gives him a salute. "Private Natska. Lightbringers."

Following shortly after the jaguar, in similar leaps, is Cassidy. She stops just aside her, hat, mask, and all. This time she's got a small black silk pack slung over one shoulder! She doesn't pay it too much mind or importance, though, instead tipping her hat to the marshall. "Greetings. Cassidy Solacious, also of the Lightbringer Unity."

Rainer pulls free of his lips the bone of a small animal, probably a squirkik, and after a quick visual inspection to confirm that it has indeed been picked clean he casts it away into the brush and folds both arms behind his back, closing his eyes and angling his chin towards the sky. The wolf remains so, keeping a casual pace until he's right upon the company set up in the valley, slipping in behind Natska and Cassidy he goes up on his toes to raise over their shoulders, flashing a toothy grin to the marshal and wiggling his fingers in silent greeting.

Bambsi humms happily as she makes her way into the group, clad with her leather and chain jacket, and a good deal of medical supplies on her. "Hello! I was told there was to be exercises around here? I figured you may need some help I'd be willing to provide!" The Gazelle bowing gently to the Marshal as she speaks.

The Marshal spots all the newcomers as his brow furrows a little. He was hoping for people looking a little more...professional. "Hopefully, I don't lose too much face. Marshal Purpleheart." The two Lightbringers identifying themselves helps him to relax a little bit. "Now, go and take armaments if you need practice weapons." The eagle clears his throat for a moment. "I don't want any fatalities at all. Injuries are unavoidable even in mock war. I'll answer any questions you might have about this exercise while you get armed."

"MEN, TAKE POSITIONS!" The avian hollers, soldiers quickly scrambling into formation with shieldbearers in the front and archers at the back.

Without a word Saviante smiles, adn begins poing around through the pile of wooden weapons. Using as much haste as she dares, but with a practiced mannerisms to her movements, she rifles through coming u with not one, but two long sections of wood. Both spears grasped in one large hand, the fern moves towards the lines a few feet, to allow others access to the stockpile, but staying within earshot to listen for rules.

Calisiel is almost disappointed by 'no fatalities.' "I'll just keep my staff, thanks. hard to seriously injure someone with it. So, magic? Can we use that?" As much as the crow would love to set fire to the surrounding area without asking, might not be the best approach. The crow takes a few steps toward the lines, slowly, so as to give time for the marshall to answer her.

"This is an -exercise-," Natska reminds the crow. "Nobody here is your enemy." Her ear flicks and she moves to the stockpile, selecting a few light pieces of different lengths. "What are our orders, Marshal? What role are we playing?"

Cassidy acquires a spear for herself and tests the weight of it, giving a little flourish before smiling. "So, what are we to be doing, exactly?" She nods at Natska's question. "I'm also curious about using of magic. I imagine I'll restrict myself to use of air magic, for safety reasons, yes." She snatches up a sword, as well, and tucks it into her belt in case she needs a back up.

Rainer makes a half-hearted attempt to stifle his snickering while the marshal's forces prepare, falling into step behind Cassidy and Natska. "Maybe we should give ourselves a handicap, so we don't embarass the troops." He at least makes an effort to keep his voice down enough to avoid being overheard by the eagle. His face lights up, as he plucks a training sword from the bin. "I could fight with one sword! I haven't done that in ... years!" He gives it a few play swings before spotting the daggers and swapping for a pair of them. The mutt's delight is boundless, when he discovers the retraction feature. "Ah-haha-haha! Did you see these?! They're -awesome-! Blade goes in, blade comes out. Blade goes in, blade comes out. Blade goes in, blade comes out. Blade goes in..."

Bambsi nods to the Marshal as she smiles gently. "I can help with any injuries if you wish, or repairs to damaged gear, it's a Journeyman's way after all! But if you do need me to fight, I can do so as well." The Gazelle picking up a practice spear as she nods and holds it happily.

Jera nods to the crew. "Magic, yes. As you no doubt must have noticed, there are a few Academy mages in the...the..." Rainer distracts him much, and even the war hardened Purpleheart veteran finds a snicker cross his beak. "The ranks." He clears his throat again and then straightens up, not wanting to give his troops a bad show. "Magic is permitted, yes. Though please, nothing fanciful. Our soldiers can take a burn or two...not getting struck by lightning in the middle of the marketplace."

He turns to Natska. "We have the numbers advantage. They have high ground, and have fortifications set up. The classic war scenario. The whole purpose of this exercise is to practice our military tactics...and to let the windrunners test out a new weapon that they've designed. Just remember. In this exercise...pretend any hits you get are real. If an arrow strikes your armor in the chest or on your helmet you're out. Nobody is enforcing this but we are Firmament soldiers, men. We fight with honor, and won't be cheating."

A loud war horn echos in the distance. "They're ready. It's time to march." Silvervein pass is incredibly narrow...the troops find themselves breaking formation as soon as they leave through the clearing just to advanced through the narrow route. Rain from last night has made the pass muddy and difficult to traverse as well. It's not long before the troops encounter a large, sturdily constructed barricade. Movements from atop the two sides of the valley give sign that enemy forces are preparing a trap...best to hurry.