Winter 66th, 13th Bell 19th chime.
It was another cold day in winter, that it was, but decidedly less snowy. A sign that winter was ending, perhaps? Kreig didn't know that as he sat in the wagon with a few other squires, him included they made about ten. They were all dressed in leather armor, each of them carried training variants of the weapons they were taught with or chose themselves, the weapons having been heavily cocered with blue colored chalk. The heads of the arrows and bolts were covered with pouches of such chalk, the dust would pass through the bag when it struck something. On their shoulders they wore blue ribbons that
There were two other wagons that went the other way, also filled with squires and they dressed in similar attire, however their color was red... and they outnumbered them. It was another wargame of sorts, its what the Knight's called these exercises, it made it sound it more appealing then say exercuses even if Kreig thought it wouldn't have made a difference as more than half the squires of the order show a bit of fanaticism in engaging in any training that simulated what the knight's do on missions.
Kreig liked them really, because it involved a form of large scale combat and Kreig excelled in such roles. He turned his head frim left to right, looking at each and every squire, with him included they numbered two wings....two squads of squires. The Squire sitting in the back, a red haired youth with eyes as dark as night. He was a scrawny-looking thing, Kreig noted, he held it in his hand, inspecting the wooden thing for any flaws.
The wooden weapons were the ones with an iron core, their weight would make the battle seem more real rather than a lighter one. The red haired lad looked back at Kreig and asked " Is there anything wrong, Kreig " as the red head turned his head, kreig noted the pin that marked him as the 'Stewart' of their number.
Kreig shook his head and said " I'm simply taking in faces, Ser" The lad shifted uncomfortably from being called that, they were all 'knights' in this sumulation, but it simply felt odd to br called that since none of them were full fledged knights. Kreig could understand that, for some reason some of the citizens called him that and quite frsnkly it was uncomfortable, its like they already expect him to become a knight when he still had a ways to go for even to get the chance to qualify.
He sighed, he quite wondered if the others felt such stress? Many of them having been with the order since childhood must have higher expectations in themselves than Kreig did.
" Well at least some faces are familar, right Kreig? " Kreig turned his head at the familar face of Oriana, the young Drykas lass now the same rank as he in this game....or rather would be if fate hadn't decided that he take a shot at a leadership position. The reason he blamed fate for this was because they drew lots, with those who've had a chance at a leadership role stepping aside for this game. His number was a blue 2, effectively making him a sergeant and second in command of this small unit. He didn't want this, he didn't qualify for leadership damn it! But what was done was done.
"There is that, Oriana. I'm even pleasantly surprised that Narik was part of our little group" The rest of the squires groaned at that and Narik let out an irritated 'Hey'. At least Fate showed him a kindness by giving him those two, Oriana could perhaps pick up the slack for him if he faltered....Narik....well, he's a good archer and tracker, thats pretty much all he's good for currently.... actually the lad was probably the most useful, his and ears made him a great scout and his accuracy with the bow was quite good.
Oriana was a good leader, although she did not fill that role currently, she knew how to set her goals in order to achieve the end goal. A good head on her shoulders. He may be second in coomand, but he knew for certain who'd be part of his wing.
" I wonder what it is that they expect us to do, one team is larger than the other.." Kreig nodded at...Elijah? He believed that was his name, would be bad if he couldn't remember the name of their errant.
"Could be that we're defenders. I read in the library that many ancient battles had armies of large numbers face those with lesse numbers. Those with lesser numbers were often defenders of keeps , castles and the like"
"Maybe, maybe its something else too lad..." Kreig replied to Rodan, a brown haired youth as baby faced as a...well, baby.
"You'll find out when we reach our destination everyone, five to more chines and we should be there" Came the voice of a knight riding alongside them, his voice somewhat muffled by the hellmet he wore " You'll learn everything you need to know till then "
Kreig nodded and let his mind drift, they would know it when they know it, he just hoped they coukd hand whats being thrown at them.
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It was another cold day in winter, that it was, but decidedly less snowy. A sign that winter was ending, perhaps? Kreig didn't know that as he sat in the wagon with a few other squires, him included they made about ten. They were all dressed in leather armor, each of them carried training variants of the weapons they were taught with or chose themselves, the weapons having been heavily cocered with blue colored chalk. The heads of the arrows and bolts were covered with pouches of such chalk, the dust would pass through the bag when it struck something. On their shoulders they wore blue ribbons that
There were two other wagons that went the other way, also filled with squires and they dressed in similar attire, however their color was red... and they outnumbered them. It was another wargame of sorts, its what the Knight's called these exercises, it made it sound it more appealing then say exercuses even if Kreig thought it wouldn't have made a difference as more than half the squires of the order show a bit of fanaticism in engaging in any training that simulated what the knight's do on missions.
Kreig liked them really, because it involved a form of large scale combat and Kreig excelled in such roles. He turned his head frim left to right, looking at each and every squire, with him included they numbered two wings....two squads of squires. The Squire sitting in the back, a red haired youth with eyes as dark as night. He was a scrawny-looking thing, Kreig noted, he held it in his hand, inspecting the wooden thing for any flaws.
The wooden weapons were the ones with an iron core, their weight would make the battle seem more real rather than a lighter one. The red haired lad looked back at Kreig and asked " Is there anything wrong, Kreig " as the red head turned his head, kreig noted the pin that marked him as the 'Stewart' of their number.
Kreig shook his head and said " I'm simply taking in faces, Ser" The lad shifted uncomfortably from being called that, they were all 'knights' in this sumulation, but it simply felt odd to br called that since none of them were full fledged knights. Kreig could understand that, for some reason some of the citizens called him that and quite frsnkly it was uncomfortable, its like they already expect him to become a knight when he still had a ways to go for even to get the chance to qualify.
He sighed, he quite wondered if the others felt such stress? Many of them having been with the order since childhood must have higher expectations in themselves than Kreig did.
" Well at least some faces are familar, right Kreig? " Kreig turned his head at the familar face of Oriana, the young Drykas lass now the same rank as he in this game....or rather would be if fate hadn't decided that he take a shot at a leadership position. The reason he blamed fate for this was because they drew lots, with those who've had a chance at a leadership role stepping aside for this game. His number was a blue 2, effectively making him a sergeant and second in command of this small unit. He didn't want this, he didn't qualify for leadership damn it! But what was done was done.
"There is that, Oriana. I'm even pleasantly surprised that Narik was part of our little group" The rest of the squires groaned at that and Narik let out an irritated 'Hey'. At least Fate showed him a kindness by giving him those two, Oriana could perhaps pick up the slack for him if he faltered....Narik....well, he's a good archer and tracker, thats pretty much all he's good for currently.... actually the lad was probably the most useful, his and ears made him a great scout and his accuracy with the bow was quite good.
Oriana was a good leader, although she did not fill that role currently, she knew how to set her goals in order to achieve the end goal. A good head on her shoulders. He may be second in coomand, but he knew for certain who'd be part of his wing.
" I wonder what it is that they expect us to do, one team is larger than the other.." Kreig nodded at...Elijah? He believed that was his name, would be bad if he couldn't remember the name of their errant.
"Could be that we're defenders. I read in the library that many ancient battles had armies of large numbers face those with lesse numbers. Those with lesser numbers were often defenders of keeps , castles and the like"
"Maybe, maybe its something else too lad..." Kreig replied to Rodan, a brown haired youth as baby faced as a...well, baby.
"You'll find out when we reach our destination everyone, five to more chines and we should be there" Came the voice of a knight riding alongside them, his voice somewhat muffled by the hellmet he wore " You'll learn everything you need to know till then "
Kreig nodded and let his mind drift, they would know it when they know it, he just hoped they coukd hand whats being thrown at them.
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