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This is a very short chapter, need reviews, what do you think, suggestions etc.
Chapter 1: Unexpected News
He would always seem to be awakened right before the Captain would summon the call to breakfast. Dressed in his usual gold attire, or as close to gold as it could be, yellow perhaps. The Captain would make his rounds yelling, and banging on the walls, until all were up. Even though the blankets were poor and their particular beds were of straw and their own clothes which they would stuff under themselves. They were less than excited of the new day. The youth lined up with the other soldiers who held their shields in any way that seemed soldierly. All weapons sheathed in the belt ready for anything, hopefully. While standing in silence the youth pondered the thought of his sword, he had seen one before even held his fathers once, but that was the past. He like all of the men he trained with was from farms, strong, healthy, and ready for what seemed to be adventure. But real swords, this constantly would refresh itself in his mind when training or in the middle of labors. He never thought himself to be ready enough. "Today we are marching!" the youth was shaken from his thoughts. "I for one believe that you are ready enough to move the camp and march to Andorhal." There was a stir in the line, this was unexpected. The only source of the unknown was that the Dwarves, who were away, were actually testing their aim. But this?! Would they be going alone, or would the others be coming with them? The Dwarves couldn't be that far, he for one had seen horses with powder and other items of need travel out of the town towards the forests. "Today will be different; you will be divided in teams. We have a lot of work to do, so go eat and proceed to your usual posts." With that the youth walked towards the tents that dotted landscape.
As luck would have it, he had guard duty. He and another tall soldier stood on either side of the gate as wagons and towns people moved in and out. On occasion for practice or glamour they would agree to stop someone or better yet a wagon. When stopped the victims of this little game would wonder, kids would look over the sides of jump up and down as if it was a game, which it was. Though most never knew. Time passed as more wagons loaded with the camp stores and food stuffs passed by. "Look!" the youth cried to no one in particular. A column of Dwarven riflemen marched single file to the gates. "Look, that's Camden!" the youth smiled his best friend who he met while making his way to camp had returned. He was an excellent shot in the opinion of the youth, but like him he was young, and the older were looked upon greater, with more experience behind them. The lead of the line started to pass as Camden came into view "How was it?" "What are you doing out here?!" they flooded themselves with a barrage of questions and ended up laughing as they lost sight of each other. When the column passed they went back to watching the town run its normal routine of people and the soon to be camp.
Though the sun was still not fully beating down on him he still was confused as to why they had to stand out here at the gate in full armor, visor down and everything. He was sweating and there was little doubt about the tall soldier as well. What had been one or two wagons now was turning into several every couple of minutes. Several peasants, which presumed were coming along with him, were busier than usual. They walked past the gate and then dropped everything and walked back into town. They repeated this pattern until the captain came, "You two are relived you may go back to camp and pack. And remember the water you take is your responsibility and yours alone, it must last you till the evening." They walked back to camp and when out of view started to relieve each other of the burden of their armor. The air was refreshing against his skin as he took deep breaths. Without looking he checked his waist for water, finding it he untied it from his belt and snapped open the top and swallowed. The tall soldier was doing the same yet he poured the water over himself obviously equaling relief. "I don't give a damn what they say, it feels good." He said smiling. When back at camp they dipped their canteens into the well which was literally near the point of overflowing and claimed an unknown second filling of the prized liquid.
The Barracks was almost clean when he finished packing; there were already buckets of lemon water ready to flood the room at a moments notice. He loaded his clothes and leather reserves (AN: ill explain later) into the wagon which was he and several others were to move along with. He was glad Camden was assigned to the same wagon, they could talk, or whisper which was bound to happen. Another surprise also happened, when he and the tall soldier were once again united they were helping the dwarves the last heavy barrels of gunpowder, the captain lead them and the other soldiers near the Barracks. And what was there waiting for them, no other than matching kite shields, real ones. Since arrival they had been using wooden or hollowed out shields in order to get used to the state of handling and use. "Soldiers of the army have good weapons and will need good equipment as well." He explained in a proud voice. The youth found him filled with pride and excitement, they were soldiers! He plunged himself into wild imaginative adventures and heroic stands as they saved countless towns and peoples from bandits and other infamous dangers. He smiled as picked up his righteous shield of valor.
Well I have decided this to be the end of Chapter One, The Second chapter is under way but do not know what it will lead to. Remember to Read + Review. Thanks.
This is a very short chapter, need reviews, what do you think, suggestions etc.
Chapter 1: Unexpected News
He would always seem to be awakened right before the Captain would summon the call to breakfast. Dressed in his usual gold attire, or as close to gold as it could be, yellow perhaps. The Captain would make his rounds yelling, and banging on the walls, until all were up. Even though the blankets were poor and their particular beds were of straw and their own clothes which they would stuff under themselves. They were less than excited of the new day. The youth lined up with the other soldiers who held their shields in any way that seemed soldierly. All weapons sheathed in the belt ready for anything, hopefully. While standing in silence the youth pondered the thought of his sword, he had seen one before even held his fathers once, but that was the past. He like all of the men he trained with was from farms, strong, healthy, and ready for what seemed to be adventure. But real swords, this constantly would refresh itself in his mind when training or in the middle of labors. He never thought himself to be ready enough. "Today we are marching!" the youth was shaken from his thoughts. "I for one believe that you are ready enough to move the camp and march to Andorhal." There was a stir in the line, this was unexpected. The only source of the unknown was that the Dwarves, who were away, were actually testing their aim. But this?! Would they be going alone, or would the others be coming with them? The Dwarves couldn't be that far, he for one had seen horses with powder and other items of need travel out of the town towards the forests. "Today will be different; you will be divided in teams. We have a lot of work to do, so go eat and proceed to your usual posts." With that the youth walked towards the tents that dotted landscape.
As luck would have it, he had guard duty. He and another tall soldier stood on either side of the gate as wagons and towns people moved in and out. On occasion for practice or glamour they would agree to stop someone or better yet a wagon. When stopped the victims of this little game would wonder, kids would look over the sides of jump up and down as if it was a game, which it was. Though most never knew. Time passed as more wagons loaded with the camp stores and food stuffs passed by. "Look!" the youth cried to no one in particular. A column of Dwarven riflemen marched single file to the gates. "Look, that's Camden!" the youth smiled his best friend who he met while making his way to camp had returned. He was an excellent shot in the opinion of the youth, but like him he was young, and the older were looked upon greater, with more experience behind them. The lead of the line started to pass as Camden came into view "How was it?" "What are you doing out here?!" they flooded themselves with a barrage of questions and ended up laughing as they lost sight of each other. When the column passed they went back to watching the town run its normal routine of people and the soon to be camp.
Though the sun was still not fully beating down on him he still was confused as to why they had to stand out here at the gate in full armor, visor down and everything. He was sweating and there was little doubt about the tall soldier as well. What had been one or two wagons now was turning into several every couple of minutes. Several peasants, which presumed were coming along with him, were busier than usual. They walked past the gate and then dropped everything and walked back into town. They repeated this pattern until the captain came, "You two are relived you may go back to camp and pack. And remember the water you take is your responsibility and yours alone, it must last you till the evening." They walked back to camp and when out of view started to relieve each other of the burden of their armor. The air was refreshing against his skin as he took deep breaths. Without looking he checked his waist for water, finding it he untied it from his belt and snapped open the top and swallowed. The tall soldier was doing the same yet he poured the water over himself obviously equaling relief. "I don't give a damn what they say, it feels good." He said smiling. When back at camp they dipped their canteens into the well which was literally near the point of overflowing and claimed an unknown second filling of the prized liquid.
The Barracks was almost clean when he finished packing; there were already buckets of lemon water ready to flood the room at a moments notice. He loaded his clothes and leather reserves (AN: ill explain later) into the wagon which was he and several others were to move along with. He was glad Camden was assigned to the same wagon, they could talk, or whisper which was bound to happen. Another surprise also happened, when he and the tall soldier were once again united they were helping the dwarves the last heavy barrels of gunpowder, the captain lead them and the other soldiers near the Barracks. And what was there waiting for them, no other than matching kite shields, real ones. Since arrival they had been using wooden or hollowed out shields in order to get used to the state of handling and use. "Soldiers of the army have good weapons and will need good equipment as well." He explained in a proud voice. The youth found him filled with pride and excitement, they were soldiers! He plunged himself into wild imaginative adventures and heroic stands as they saved countless towns and peoples from bandits and other infamous dangers. He smiled as picked up his righteous shield of valor.
Well I have decided this to be the end of Chapter One, The Second chapter is under way but do not know what it will lead to. Remember to Read + Review. Thanks.