Rosso of the house
Male
A small farmer town called Pallate in Cicily

Pidgeot

>>12388602
Charles Martellus
Male
Aggron

I'm Luke Sir!
As you can tell by my pleasingly deep voice I am a Man, and this is my Manly Abra, Who Trains His Mind And His Body!

Alpha, lets do some pushups!

>>12388642
Oh and hailing from Gaul

I love shorts!

They're comfy and easy to wear!

einarr ragnason, male, of jutland. this is Muspel, arcanine.

>>12388634
(I love it, quite generic. I'll wait for atleast two more suggestions before continuing, have some exposition.)

Around Raphael the war camp is bustling with activity. The camp was not completely constructed, and the setup would not be finished for a good hour. Nevertheless, small tents dot the eastern bank of the river, and a few simple fortifications have been set in place at the perimeter of camp.

Raphael has an Arcanine behind him, but it is unclear if it belongs to him.

>>12388646
I'm From Sweden, the Manliest Nation!

Reason
A boy
Rome, sir!
Tyranitar

>this thread

>>12388650
>>12388642

Raphael nods, "Right, an Aggron... well Martellus you will be leading the Eighth Heavy Division. You'll mostly be dealing with the leftovers who weren't assigned to other divisions."

>>12388702
Nod and kick the end of your warhammer onto your shoulder, "Right, stuck with the hangers on and the orthodox, Got it."

>>12388725
Raphael coughs, he is obviously impressed by my manliness "Oh, right, your quarters will be over in the south of camp, the white tent."

The white tents have slightly better accommodations, or so you heard. The south of camp is mostly untrained recruits though. I know which tent he is talking about.

My Aggron shifts behind me, he is ready to leave.

Inb4 BE POISON BE PROUD

>>12388747
Right then, let's go show those wet-behind the ears recruits who's boss. The guy with the hammer, that's who.

I cannot think of anything else to say to Raphael so I leave with a salute.

I head into the southern end of camp. A soldier's rattata sparring with another's sentret catches my eye. They are uncoordinated and poor at following orders. I'm not expecting big things from these sort of soldiers... By Arceus, I'll probably die in the first battle.

>>12388747
Leap up onto Aggron's shoulder and point forward, "Onward, let's go say hello to our useless rabble, we'll see if any are actual soldiers."

>>12388788

Damascus, my Aggron, looks at me funny.

He must of overheard one of my thoughts about riding on his shoulders. We share a weak telepathic bond that was developed over the years.

The fighting sentret tripped on a rock, and the rattata appears to have been distracted by my Damascus. I should probably say something impressive or manly to get the soldiers' attention.

>>12388785
This Will Not Stand!
"Aggression! Time for a dynamic entry..."

The Aggron with grab us and pitch us at the two sparring, before berating the trainers for not sparring themselves. "There's going to be an Army Of Crazy Heathens out there, and you two are going to sit there while they eat your pokemon and come for you next? Huh?! No, you're going to Fight Too, so the both of you, spar! Loser sleeps outside!"

>>12388785
Alright you greenhorns. I will be your commander for the foreseeable future. So, you can expect to learn how the hell to fight effectively whether you like it or not.

>>12388785
choose an intimidating trainer and his/her pokemon and beat the living daylights out of them to show everyone that you mean business.

>"There's going to be an Army Of Crazy Heathens out there, and you two are going to sit there while they eat your pokemon and come for you next? Huh?! No, you're going to Fight Too, so the both of you, spar! All of you rabble spar! Losers sleep outside!"

I feel sufficiently manly. Damascus seems slightly pumped up because of my manly speech.

The soldiers are all looking at me now. A few of them break their stares and begin sparring amongst themselves.

I may want to pick out soldiers with interesting pokemon to befriend. It may help to know what I can do with them before a real battle begins. I spot a slakoth, beedrill, poliwhirl, and magmar immediately. They stand out among the other small and worthless runts. Which one's owner should I speak with first?

>>12388917
Beedrill, his speed shall be the perfect counterpart to Damascus' unstoppable strength.

>>12388926
This

>>12388917
"You Pokemon, Have a seat and a rest, have a drink if you'd like. DID I SAY TO STAND THERE LIKE SLACKJAWED SLOWPOKES, START HITTING EACHOTHER YOU MAGGOTS! Hello there Poliwhirl, I am Commander Martellus, it's nice to meet you."

>>12388926

I approach the beedrill. Its owner is a blonde man with a longspear.

>"I am Officer Martellus, you appear to be a lot more competent than the rest of these soldiers. What is your name?"

The man salutes me, "Michael of Sicily, fought a bit with some pirates before coming out here, so I know a thing or two."

>>12388987
"Ah good good. Sicilian you said? Maybe you had PASTA IN YOUR EARS BECAUSE I TOLD YOU TO SPAR!"

Then smack the spear from his hands and slug him in his jaw.

>>12389009
Fuck that. If he knows a thing or two he spars US.

>>12389022
Which is why he should Duck. The loser sleeps outside.

win or lose if he's enough of a challenge you've got a "Maybe there's hope for this unit yet."

>>12389032
Just suckerpunching him would be a dick move though. How about something like, "If you've had combat experience then you can spar ME for the privilege to sleep indoors tonight. If you aren't complete shit there may be hope for this unit yet."

>>12389046
He's got the chance to react after he's disarmed. eitherway a soldier really shouldnt be dumbstruck when they're disarmed, they have to react.

>>12389071
Still a dick move though. And you were ready to take that Poliwhirl on a candlelight dinner. Mayhaps your motive isn't such a noble thing as to test his skill?

Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you.

If you're really adamant about this we'll slug him and see what happens.

>"A thing or two? Then let's spar pasta-boy!"

I swing at him with my hammer, he ducks, sweeps at my feet with his spear, I jump. We continue to exchanging and dodging blows, it's apparent he was trained how to fight.

Our pokemon follow our example and begin fighting each other. The beedrill takes advantage of its flight and speed to keep Damascus from hitting, and the beedrill seems to be employing a technique I'd call 'brick break,' he's abusing Damascus's steel and rock typing. Damascus resorts to tossing rocks, dirt, and iron spikes at the beedrill.

>>12389112
The joke is the calm and kindness towards pokemon yet Drill Sargent like rage towards the humans, because if they arnt prepared for this and let the pokemon do all the work, They Will Die.

>>12389126
Also Roll infront of Damascus and look at Micheal, "Flash!"

The resulting blinding flash with blind the pair if they didnt manage to shield their eyes, giving us the immediate advantage for a single swift simultaneous strike

>>12389126
Well, that's actually pretty impressive.
>>12389129
Ohhh, now I get it. Can't let these idiots let their pokemon do all the work and get beheaded by some crazy Saracen when they actually get engaged.

I roll beside Damascus and give him an order without words, hopefully he'll be able to hear my thoughts and prevent Michael from preparing himself.

>FLASH

Damascus tosses his arms toward the sun and a blinding light engulfs Michael and his beedrill. I uncover my eyes to check the damage, Michael seems temporarily handicapped but his beedrill seems unfazed. Damascus prepares himself as the beedrill charges at him and uses the Metal Burst technique. I rush at Michael and swing my hammer at him just hard enough to knock him down. Michael swings his spear blindly in my direction while trying to get up.

>>12389221
We have Metal Burst? Mwahahaha.
One solid blow straight to the chest, game, set, and match Martellus wins.

>>12389221
Stab our hammer downward into the sand just above his arm, pinning his arm down with the hook of the hammer, stepping down on his chest as well. "Noble Effort"

>Enough clowning around Damascus, but remember not to kill it.

>>12389247
I hit Michael in the chest. He stops swinging and admits defeat. Beedrill stops short of the Metal Burst and retreats toward his master.

>"GOOD FIGHT PASTA-BOY. Your beedrill performed wonderfully. YOU WON'T BE SURVIVING ON THE BATTLEFIELD WITH JUST THAT THOUGH. TRAIN TRAIN TRAIN."

Michael nods, he is obviously out of breath. I should let him rest for now. I'll probably have time before nightfall to visit one more trainer. Should I visit Slakoth (Slow, power), Poliwhirl (Mixed elemental damage with a handful of Fighting techniques), or Magmar (Smokescreen and powerful fire, but not much variety)?

>>12389326
Poliwhirl, variety is the spice of kicking ass.

>>12389326
Magmar, should Damascus spar him he's got the advantage. and we shall see who tamed a beast of pure fire.

Augh, I'll visit the Poliwhirl trainer first, if I have time tonight or in the morning I'll talk to Magmar's trainer.

I head toward where I last saw the Poliwhirl...

Beside the Poliwhirl, talking to it softly, is a young woman in blue robes.

>"EXCUSE ME MISS! Are you this Poliwhirl's trainer? I believe you are in my division, and I've been looking for capable soldiers."

The woman nods, "I'm a novice water mystic... I'm not really sure how to... eh... fight. They gave me a sword but... mm... well... never used one. I think they expect me to... use what little magic I know... maybe."

>>12389495
If you are a water mystic, let's see a demonstration. And no more of that self-doubt missy, you need confidence.

>"If you are a water mystic, LET ME SEE WHAT YOU GOT! AND NO MORE OF THAT SELF DOUBT SISSY, you need CONFIDENCE."

The woman mutters something under her breath and raises her arms in a smooth motion, a small line of water snakes out of the ground and toward her hand, forming a ball in her hand. She makes a few careful motions and the water slowly forms a square in front of her. She looks at her Poliwhirl, it nods and throws a punch at the square of water.

The water acts as a shield and absorbs most of the punch. Right after poliwhirl pulls his fist back though, the shield shatters and falls to the ground as plain water.

The woman murmurs something and looks at me. "That's... about it."

>>12389694
HAVE SEX WITH HER, SHE NEEDS CONFIDENCE!

>>12389694
Then, you must practice! If you are under MY command, then you are obviously destined to be the greatest water mystic ever born! If you have a talent, then it MUST be utilized to its fullest potential, any less is UNACCEPTABLE! DISMISSED!

>"Then, you must practice! If you are under MY command, then you are obviously destined to be the greatest water mystic ever born! If you have a talent, then it MUST be utilized to its fullest potential, any less is UNACCEPTABLE! DISMISSED!"

I feel quite manly. She leaves with her poliwhirl.
I'm slightly aroused...

I should get to sleep soon, the sun has set.

>>12389785
Did she say "Sir, yes sir"? She damn well better have.

>>12389785
Go and gather blankets and such from your tent and distribute them to the losers of the night.

>>12389809
I don't recall the MAGGOT saying ANYTHING AT ALL. That makes me SO MANLY-ANGRY.

...Hm should I go visit the Magmar trainer before going to bed?

>>12389856
I head to my tent and grab some wool blankets. I walk around my division's part of camp and hand out the blankets. They'll be sweating in the morning but I don't want them to be freeze during the night.

I finish passing out blankets to the losers, I estimate there are about thirty-four soldiers in my division. Most of them are farmers that hardly speak their own language and have pathetic peasant pokemon.

This is made of epic amounts of win

>>12389883
Well, time for my Five Minutes Of MANLY SLEEP, followed by four straight outs of PUSHUPS, ONE HANDED!

Then wake up all of the outdoor losers for Morning Exercise! The winners may rest, for NOW.

>>12389914
*straight hours

I HEAD TO MY TENT TO GET SOME MUCH DESERVED MANLY REST. MY COT IS NOT MANLY ENOUGH SO I THROW THE BLANKETS ON THE GROUND AND FALL ASLEEP THERE.

---

WHEN I WAKE UP FOUR HOURS BEFORE DAWN I BEGIN DOING PUSHUPS ON DAMASCUS'S BACK WHILE HE DOES PUSHUPS.

AT DAWN I WALK OUTSIDE SINGING ABOUT THE LEGEND OF MANLY WARRIOR-PRINCE OF GAUL, HENRI THE DRAGONITE STRANGLER.

The losers stir from their sleep and reluctantly follow me out into the field beside the river. I direct them to begin running around the perimeter of camp, I lead them the first lap and then stop back in the southern end of camp. I have business to do, I have yet to speak with the Magmar or Slakoth trainer, and I may find some other interesting soldiers.

>>12389994
SPEAK TO SLAKOTH TRAINER BECAUSE SLAKOTH REQUIRES MANLY POWERS TO CONTROL. THEY ARE MANLY, BUT LAZY. WITH OUR INFLUENCE WE CAN MAKE THAT LAZY POKEMON WORK! MANLY STYLE.

I search around camp until I find the slakoth again. It's trainer is nearby. He is sleeping... HE DOES NOT LOOK MANLY IN ANY WAY OR FORM.

Damascus grunts, he seems displeased with the slakoth.

>>12390103
WAKE THE HELL UP MAGGOT! IF YOU WANNA SLEEP WE'LL SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT WHEN A SARACEN SLITS YOUR THROAT WHILE YOU'RE LOUNGING AROUND LIKE A DUMBASS! NOW DROP AND GIVE ME 50, AND SOUND 'EM OFF LIKE YOU'VE GOT A PAIR!

>>12390103
>Let us wake them up, With A Bath

Then both grab them by the collars and hurl the pair into the water.

>"WAKE THE HELL UP MAGGOT! IF YOU WANNA SLEEP WE'LL SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT WHEN A SARACEN SLITS YOUR THROAT WHILE YOU'RE LOUNGING AROUND LIKE A DUMBASS! NOW DROP AND GIVE ME 50, AND SOUND 'EM OFF LIKE YOU'VE GOT A PAIR!"

The man stirs, he is out of shape and unshaven. He rolls over so he can get a look at me, then sighs,

"Don't feel like it."

He falls back to sleep.

why does this feel so much like full metal jacket


>barred mexplague
>damm right captcha

>>12390226
PUNCH HIM IN THE GODDAMN FACE. AND HAVE DAMASCUS PUNCH THE SLAKING IN THE GODDAMN FACE AS WELL.
"I SAID WAKE THE FUCK UP! WHEN I GIVE YOU AN ORDER THE ONLY ACCEPTABLE ANSWER IS "SIR ,YES SIR!" ANY UNACCEPTABLE ANSWER WILL GET YOU PUNCHED IN THE FACE. NOW I SAID DROP AND GIVE ME 50. OR DO I HAVE TO KICK YOUR SORRY ASS ALL UP AND DOWN THIS FIELD AS AN EXAMPLE?"

>>12390226
Piss on him.

WAKE UP MAGGOT! IF I WAS AN HEATHEN I'D BE PISSING OVER A CORPSE. YOUR CORPSE. YOU'RE NEW NAME IS CORPSE, GOT THAT MAGGOT?! NOW ON THE DOUBLE! GET UP CORPSE, AND GIVE ME 100!!

>>12390226
That's it, YOU FOUR, THE SQUIRTLE, POLIWHIRL, STARME, AND TOADADILE, HYDROPUMP!

MY MANLY RAGE BUILDS AND HAVE DAMASCUS TOSS THE SLEEPING MAN INTO THE RIVER.

The slakoth stirs and attacks Damascus, who obliges in fighting it.

I go to the riverbank to talk to the Formerly Sleeping Man.

---

The man is soaked and looks mildly annoyed.

>"GOOD TO SEE YOU AWAKE, NOW LET'S HAVE A GOOD MORNING SPAR."

I pick up a large stick on the riverbank and swing at him.

He blocks and disarms me in a slow leisurely sort of way. It isn't a combat disciplined manoeuvre, and he would've died if it had been the battlefield, but it is something reminiscent of impressive.

The man gets up, "I'm Abel. If you're knickers are in a knot because I don't feel like listening to some incompetent fool, maybe you should just say so instead of being so impolite."

>>12390303
"BEFORE YOU START RUNNING YOUR SMART MOUTH MAYBE YOU SHOULD MAKE SURE YOU ACTUALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO BACK IT UP, MAGGOT! NOW, MY JOB IS TO MAKE SURE YOU DON'T GET YOUR GODDAMN HEAD OFF DUE TO YOUR OWN CRIPPLING STUPIDITY, IF YOU CAN CONVINCE ME THAT YOU CAN ACTUALLY FIGHT BETTER THAN A 12 YEAR OLD GIRL WITHOUT ARMS AND LEGS, THEN I'LL STOP HITTING YOU WITH THIS STICK, DO YOU READ ME MAGGOT?"

>>12390303
RULE 1, ADDRESS ME AS "SIR"
RULE 2, STRICT DIET AND EXERCISE PLAN FOR THE BOTH OF YA!
RULE 3, DON'T LET YOUR GUARD DOWN

Then blind side him with a wack to the inner leg, then to the neck.

>>12390303
Nod appreciatively at his skill in blocking the attack, then swiftly punch him in the face for his insult.

BOY DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE? IN HIS HOLINESS'S ARMY FIGHTING TO WIPE OUT GODLESS HEATHENS AND IF YOU FIGHT LIKE THAT ON THE BATTLEFIELD YOU ARE AN AFFRONT TO GOD!

And I'll have none of that. shape up, or i'll have you slapped in chains and first out on the battlefield.

>"BEFORE YOU START RUNNING YOUR SMART MOUTH MAYBE YOU SHOULD MAKE SURE YOU ACTUALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO BACK IT UP, MAGGOT! NOW, MY JOB IS TO MAKE SURE YOU DON'T GET YOUR GODDAMN HEAD OFF DUE TO YOUR OWN CRIPPLING STUPIDITY, IF YOU CAN CONVINCE ME THAT YOU CAN ACTUALLY FIGHT BETTER THAN A 12 YEAR OLD GIRL WITHOUT ARMS AND LEGS, THEN I'LL STOP HITTING YOU, DO YOU READ ME MAGGOT?"

I channel my MANLY RAGE into my fists and start BEATING HIM TO A PULP. He's quite good at enduring my hits, but he's too slow to get a hit of his own in.

I punch him in the stomach,

>"YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS SIR."

I grab his shoulder and pull him down so I can knee him in his face.

>"STRICT DIET AND EXERCISE PLAN FOR YOU AND YOUR SORRY EXCUSE FOR A POKEMON."

I finish with a blow to his back, which knocks him to his knees.

"AND DON'T LET YOUR GUARD DOWN LIKE THAT AGAIN."

I'm feeling better, Abel looks like he'll survive the beating, but he still has an indignant look on his face.

It also looks like Damascus has beat slakoth after a more interesting fight.

What now?

>>12390396
HOLD ONTO YOUR STICK, WHICH HENCEFORTH IS CALLED THE STICK OF AUTHORITY

AND NOW FOR ALL THE POKEMON TO WORK ON THEIR VOLLEY ATTACKS, WHILE BEATING THE TRAINERS INTO SHAPE

>>12390396
Tell the rest of the troops that "THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU DISRESPECT ME. SO, IF YOU FEEL LIKE SMARTING OFF YOU'D DAMN WELL BETTER BE ABLE TO PUT UP A BETTER FIGHT THAN THAT!"

>>12390396
Lend him a hand to get up.

"Now, DROP AND GIVE ME 150!"
-to the rest the camp-
"NEW RULE MAGGOTS! LOSERS OF TODAY'S SPARING HAVE TO DO 150 PUSH UPS and SIT UPS IN FULL ARMOR!. THE WINNERS HAVE TO DO 100 PUSH UPS AND SIT UPS IN FULL ARMOR. SUIT UP BOYS! WE'RE GOING ON A HIKE!"

I help Abel get up, he's silent. I don't mind.

>"Now, DROP AND GIVE ME 150!"

I turn toward the camp.

>"NEW RULE MAGGOTS! LOSERS OF TODAY'S SPARRING HAVE TO DO 150 PUSH UPS AND SIT UPS IN FULL ARMOR!. THE WINNERS HAVE TO DO 100 PUSH UPS AND SIT UPS IN FULL ARMOR. SUIT UP BOYS! WE'RE GOING TO RUN!"

I lead my soldiers around the camp at a running pace, I slow down occasionally to examine one soldier or another. Eventually I end up next to the Water Mystic Girl. She looks worn out but she doesn't look like she plans on stopping soon.

>>12390521
She's pushing through the pain. I like that. These other maggots could do with following her example.

>>12390521
Tap her leg with your foot, "Now now, you're one of our specialized mages. It'll be mine and others jobs to fight for you, no need for the push ups. I'd rather see your nose in a book to learn how to use your skills."

>>12390564
What? No she does push ups and sit ups too, it builds team unity. Everyone does equal work, then they get to train in their specialization.

>>12388602
>That pic.

(Heavy metal really helps with the rage persona)

>"HEY, I NEVER GOT-"
I need to watch my volume...
>"-your name, what is it?"

The woman looks sideways at me while running, "Gwen, from-" she gasps for air, "-Byzantine... nice to-" another gasp, "-meet your, sir."

>"Gwen, go ahead and take a rest, I'd rather have a decent magic-user instead of another sorry footsoldier."

She seems thankful, but I cannot hear exactly what she says because she is so quiet when speaking. She breaks from the line of running soldiers to head back.

>>12390650
"NOW, SHOW ME THAT YOU ARE WILLING TO WORK YOUR ASSES OFF IN THE NAME OF GOD!"

>>12390600
To make up for it I'll have her do some sit ups and push ups later for show, but I honestly don't want to waste time she could be studying and saving our asses on the battlefield.

I catch up with Michael. He hasn't even broken a sweat yet. He's a soldier, unlike the rest of this rabble... maybe not a GOOD one though.

Michael doesn't seem to want to talk, so I'll go ahead and address all the soldiers.

>"NOW, SHOW ME THAT YOU ARE WILLING TO WORK YOUR ASSES OFF IN THE NAME OF OUR RIGHTEOUS GOD!"

Some of the soldiers pick up their heads and begin running with renewed vigour.

I'm getting a little bit hungry myself, what with the four hours of push ups, sparring, and running in full armour. I wouldn't want my soldiers to be worn out if a battle began.

>>12390696
I SEE YOU'RE NOT GASPING FOR BREATH LIKE SOME SISSY REAR-ECHELON DOUCHBAG. I LIKE THAT, KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK.

>>12390757
DOUBLE TIME BOYS! FINISH THIS LAP AND CHOW TIME!

>>12390757
"ALRIGHT EVERYBODY, GRUB TIME. CONGRATULATIONS I'M ACTUALLY NOT ASHAMED OF YOU. NOW, GET IN THERE AND START EATING BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND!"

>"KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK MICHAEL."

>"EVERYONE! DOUBLE TIME, THEN CHOW."

After ten more minutes of running we all stop and head toward the southern dining tent. The rabble are behaving a lot more like soldiers now, and they all seat themselves in an orderly fashion.

I spot Gwen here too, she must have come in when she saw us returning from the run.

So, here is the question, who do I invite to my table to eat with me? Everybody in my division is here, and a few other various soldiers in the southern camp but in different divisions.

It will probably have an impact on my soldiers who I chose to eat with me.

>>12390887
Can we invite Gwen AND Michael?

>>12390887
Invite Micheal and Abel.

>>12390887
Time to sit with other officers from other Divisions, so we can brag or gather advice from others leaders.

>>12390897
Silly, Gwen can't sit at the soldier's table. She gets a table with the other Witches. It's bad moral for the troops to be eating with a Witch.

>>12390899
>>12390897

I can probably fit five people at my table including myself. I could probably sit among my soldiers too, but that may send a message of equality I may not want.

Also remember that the people I eat with will probably get noticed. For example, Michael is an all around good soldier, and inviting him would be a good idea; on the other hand inviting Abel may send to message that I reward incompetency.

Whoever I sit with I will also get to know better, inviting the Magmar trainer would allow me to have her introduce herself. (I can see the magmar trainer, she is a red head with cropped hair and a disciplined look, most likely she was put in my division because she was a woman, not because she was incompetent in other divisions.

>>12390987
(the message that I reward incompetency*)

>>12390987
Then it's settled. Micheal, then Magmar trainer. The rest the seats can be filled with officers from other divisions. Always nice to get to know other divisions, it cuts down on "friendly fire" incidents.

I feel like you wouldn't want to show favoritism to anyone just yet, at least not without some type of concrete results to distinguish them. The other soldiers may not have noticed that micheal was a decent fighter and runner. First it might lead them to become complacent. Second, it could alienate them from the other soldiers, they might be jealous or see them as a "teacher's pet."

>>12391009
Second

I invite Michael and the magmar trainer over to my table, I also ask some lower officers from other divisions that are currently eating to sit with me.

The magmar trainer introduces herself as Melisande, but says little else in respect for the other officers at the table.

My fellow officers have a good time explaining their various escapades and the quality of each division.

"You see, most of the Eighth Heavy division are left overs that couldn't fit into other divisions. Women, levies, and aged veterans mostly."

The officer--Second in command of the Second Flight Division, name Arthur--points at me.

"You did a good job in straightening them out so quickly, it's surprising. Just remember that your division's best are probably older, female, or..." he points at Michael, "should probably be in a different division than Heavy."

Another officer nods, "Y'know, Heavy are supposed to be a buncha brawlers in heavy armour, you say Michael here is your best? Well he's Flight Division material, you may want to hold you division back in battles, and let the other Heavy Units take the damage... if you want your division to live past day one."

>>12391147
"He makes a good point, Michael how the hell'd you end up in heavy anyway?"

>>12391147
"I'll ship them up into fighting strength in no time. However it would seem that most of my division isn't manly enough, sorta speaking. Just a bunch of farm children, and orphans drafted."

"Say, Aurthur do you know of any wild pokemon around that are manly enough for the Heavy?"

>"He makes a good point, Michael how the hell'd you end up in heavy anyway?"

Michael shrugs, "I'm a leftover, I have no formal military training, my beedrill was probably overlooked because the next trainer had a flygon or dragonite or something. It could just be a mistake, I never got to ask anyone."

>>12391221

>"I'll ship them up into fighting strength in no time. However you are right that most of my division are leftovers, orphans, farmers, and old men..."

>"Say, Arthur do you know of any wild pokemon around that are manly enough for the Heavy?"

Arthur points across the river, at the desert
"I hear the desert has some drapion, the Saracens use them a lot. You'll probably also be able to find onix, bastiodon, maybe a marowak if the weather's right."

>>12391306
"Excellent we'll set off there tonight and reach there under the cover of darkness."

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>>12391306
Our men need to get stronger, and they also need to get stronger pokemon. They have weak peasant pokemon and they need to get strong soldier pokemon to train with. We should continue training and once the men are strong enough we can go and get some of them better pokemon. If we face the Saracens with the pokemon and soldiers we have now, we will be slaughtered.

(I'll probably head to sleep soon, and continue this tomorrow. I want some rising action before that though)

>"Excellent, I get together some of the already skilled soldiers who seem capable of controlling another pokemon and head out tonight. Later when the others have the strength and willpower to order two or three pokemon around I'll take them out to the desert too."

Arthur taps his glass, "Good good! Just make sure you take at least ten people or more, you may run into some Saracen scouting parties, you'll want to be able to kill them quickly so they can't outrun you and report back to their camp."

That's quite interesting actually, perhaps I could come up with some plan so we aren't as likely to be seen from afar besides taking the trip at night.

I finish my meal and wait politely at the table for the others to finish.

>>12391422
"So, Melisande, tell me about yourself."

>"So, Melisande, tell me about yourself."

She laughs, "Well... tons of shit to tell I s'pose. Let's start with the simple facts... I joined to avoid a marriage with some prick and so my brother wouldn't have to be drafted instead." She points to her glass, "I'm a heavy drinker, I worked a lot with pokemon as an apprentice blacksmith..."

Michael grins a marvellously cocky grin, "Hope you aren't going to end up drunk on the battlefield."

Melisande laughs, "Probably not, gotta stay alive so I can take Maggy back home when this is all over."

>>12391492
"I sure as hell hope you don't die. I'd hate to lose half of my capable soldiers."

>"I sure as hell hope you don't die. I'd hate to lose half of my capable soldiers."

Melisande breaks into a hard laughter, "I'm glad I'm not just another faceless goon then."

Most of the soldiers have left the dining tent and are going about various chores. It's about an hour before sunset, I should consider getting a ten man group together, if I count Michael, Melisande, Gwen, Abel, and myself... I only need five more people, I could probably pick out five veterans that ended up in my division, unless there is a reason to do something else for morale reasons or something.

>"If you do die then you must accept it. We must all answer God's call for victory or for death. Train hard and pray for guidance and show the Saracens how fearless your faith can make you. We are on a mission given to us by God and we have his blessing."

Michael nods, "I suppose an 'amen' would do in this situation."

Melisande looks surprised, "I don't really think about the whole God aspect behind this war, it was just a reason for me to get away from a forced marriage... it's invigorating to think of this war as a mission from God."

I still need to get together my ten man group.

>>12391614
Pick out a promising rookie if possible. Show the men that they too can have stronger pokemon.

But by all means bring some vetrans along, we need to be prepared for an encounter with Saracens as well.

I excuse myself from the table,

>"I'm going to pick out some men for the excursion into the desert, meet me at my tent before sunset you two."

---

After half an hour, I have my group together in my tent.

Abel, Michael, Melisande, Gwen...

Tranter, a Spanish peasant who fought several times as part of his village's militia and saw some fighting against the Moors in Iberia. He has a fearow.

Dimitri, a Byzantine soldier who is past his prime as a soldier. He has a dodrio.

Georg, a German farmer who has been fighting since before the official declaration of the Second Crusade. He has a tauros.

Erico, a Portuguese knight, he is probably the oldest in the division. Has a Gallade that is scarred from years of battle.

Jakob, a German rookie I chose to even out the team. His linoone caught my eye.

>>12391814
Man, I'd love to suggest an action but it's 2 in the morning here and I'm about to pass out. I'll read the archive to catch the end. See you next thread OP.

>>12391814
Get everyone acquainted. Discuss a plan with the others for the trip. Plan to travel under the cover of night unless someone has a good alternative plan.

We head out across the river and into the desert immediately after sunset. It is hard to see, but it would be unwise to light a torch, it would attract attention. The desert is quiet and virtually pitch black, Gwen leads the way with her poliwhirl's psychic vision. She leads us to a hole, after a quick examination Michael confirms his beedrill can smell drapion and skorupi inside.

I am about to poke inside with my warhammer to see if I can stir one awake to capture it, but Tranter stops me and points at a group of torches on the horizon.

The group of torches appears to be a Saracen scouting party, but twelve strong instead of the five or six Arthur said would be normal. They are heading directly for us, and will probably be here in three or four minutes.

We can't exactly run anywhere, where we stand by the nest is slightly indented into the ground, and surrounded by rocks, but there is no cover elsewhere. We won't be able to leave the area around the nest without being spotted...

(GOOD NIGHT /tg/! Hope one of you think of something nice for tomorrow's thread. I'm hoping for creative ideas but I'll throw out that Damascus and Melisande's Magmar can be used as trump cards. Damascus can deflect a few powerful attacks with Metal Burst, and Magmar can use smokescreen at the right time to throw the Saracens off guard.)

(I'll read everything else in this thread tomorrow)

(OP used Resurrect!)

So, I suppose I should come up with a strategy to fight off the approaching Saracen scouting party...

Damascus--my Aggron--seems agitated, I should act fast so he does not do something reckless.

(Going to bump for a bit, it's preferable to creating a new thread.)

(Hmm, small bits of story I thought of that I left out or vague...

The quest is happening on the Eastern edge of the Byzantine empire during the Second Crusade.)

(Final bump,

Originally, during a bit of brainstorming for this setting, Michael was the protagonist. He was going to be the leader of a Flight Division.

When I decided against running a campaign for this setting, and instead trying a quest, I switched it up so the protagonist could leader a mixed combat unit.)

>>12394994
Interesting.

(I got to go mow, but I'll "bump" it)
I'd have Damascus dig under the sand and spring up below the party, while Magmar use smokescreen, have Abel and Slaking rush as soon both Damascus and Magmar hit. Followed by the rest, with Gwen and Poliwhirl at range for escapees.

Reason with Abel and Slaking is that I want their strength and size to my advantage. With being attacked from below and not being able to see having Slaking and Abel rush in crushing those in their wake should be helpful.

BTW do we have pokeballs? Because how are we going to get new pokemon for our division without them.