!uGYNBMPzOs 09/27/10(Mon)04:40 No.12239504|
Upon reaching the foot of the tower, the first thing you notice is how well dressed these men are, compared to you in your dirty, battered old chainmail. "You did very well today, Commander Justinian" Says a tall, aged man in crimson robes with black trim says to you. You salute in as a response, not sure what to say. He continues "We have decided to give you command of a full Maniple, and assign you to my personal command. I will expect to meet you tomorrow morning, you will then select the composition of both Regiments for the maniple, and I will brief you on a mission vital to the Empires... internal integrity. Something I'm sure you understand is important with the Uurlanthian Kingdom once again testing our holdings in the fertile Kasharn valley."
Another man steps forward, this man you recognize, Lord Commander Byrish Gael, you mentor. "And now Justinian, for the matter of tradition. First, drink this" He hands you a skin, upon drinking it you realize it is a spirit of exquisite quality. One of the other men hands you a signet ring, and a third hands you a slip of paper "The ring will be your seal, and true badge of office, the skin is a fine Dwarven Cave Whiskey, no you cant know which merchant we bought it from or if its from the Imperial Dwarves, Surfacers or the Dwemer Duchy. And on the sheet of paper you will find the names of all of the soldiers pardoned this battle. The combatants are frequently bankrupt, and can never become a full citizen. Since it is common for Commanders to acquire a retinue, you will be allowed to give these souls a second attempt to serve honorably. You are dismissed Commander." You walk away, wineskin in one hand, list in the other. You realize that most of the survivors were captains, mostly from units that were decimated. The only one that you know is still alive is Sansa Kyrosh, captain of the Hunter batallion. thoughtfully you make your way to the edge of the soldiers camp.