Name: Salrina Anderius
Race: Imperial
Joined: 25th, Midyear, 164,4E
YoS: 37
Rank: Qaustor, serving Quartermaster
Current post: Falkreath Hold
Turdas 1st, Sun's Height, 201, 4E,
Qaustor Anderius, Acting Quartermaster,
We have observed that you have served thirty seven years in the Imperial army with distinguished service. As our policy is only twenty five years we are indebted to you for your extra years of service. To this end you will receive a higher amount in your pension paid by the Imperial treasury for those years of service. We thank you for your great deeds in the service of the empire but unfortunately we must retire you. Inform your Legate before reporting to Solitude on the thirty first of Evening Star. Long live the Empire, Long live the Emperor.
Yours in arms,
General Tulius, Military Governor of Skyrim,
Legate Rikke, Commander of the Legion in Skyrim.
P.S. Sorry Sal I can't hide you this time. I told you this post would only last a few months at most. Even so if you stick to your plans you'll still be supporting the Empire. May you die with a sword in your hand.
Yours in friendship,
Rikke.
Thirty seven years of distinguished service. Thirty seven years. After thirty seven years distinguished service was an understatement. She'd been in Hammerfell during the Great War. She'd endured the March of Thirst, fought at Skaven, and at the battle of The Red Ring. After that she'd moved post to post being employed for various jobs. She'd made friends and enemies. Most importantly for the last ten years she'd been dodging retirement successfully until now.
She'd had to pull a few strings to get through the last four years and she'd finally come to Skyrim five months ago hoping the officers would overlook her extension of service and focus on her experience due to the war. That was all at an end now. No more trying to hide in obscure farflung posts to avoid detection. Rikke had told the truth that it would only last a few months. She was like a fish swimming around trying to avoid people, but the fisherman had speared her.
She sighed, folding the letter. Back to work then. She looked around the storeroom. She picked up her list and went back to counting, estimating, and ordering supplies for the Falkreath garrison. Most of the soldiers here were rookies. A few had been in battles with bandits, or skirmishes with the stormcloaks but they had never been in a real battle. Since her experience made her the best option she had been promoted to Qaestor by Legate Skulnar to train the raw recruits.
The arms and armor had changed in the past few years. The new weapons and armor weren't as effective as the stuff before the great war but that was what was issued. So she'd started a campaign as with everywhere else she was stationed to reinstate the old equipment. The swords were made for slashing were too wide, the armor had become different mostly leather, the shields had become smaller and less effective, bows had become more widely used (which wasn't a bad thing), spellcasters had been and always would be a concern, and the use of cavalry had deteriorated though it was never popular .
She had, under Legate Skulnar's supervision of course, begun to make some changes. She'd widened out the shields again, filed down the swords a bit, reinstated spears, ordered studded leather armor, made the archers specially trained, and taught specially selected men how to be cavalry. Those stupid spellflingers were still a problem. Not as much of a problem as the most Nords prefered the sword rather than the spell. But still some spell weaving weasels had joined the Stormcloaks and had proved deadly.
Recent reports said that they each hold was getting reinforcements soon, including a mage of their own. Salrina stepped out the door of the storehouse looking for the sun. It didn't matter what time it was now that she had finished inventory she had some recruits to train.