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You awake in the forges of Vexthar the lighting god, hearing him work the anvil or maybe its just your head, you blink and the brightness dims from in side the sun to just the sun in your eyes.
Your not dead, you just feel like it, fighting back swimming wave that moves the world, curse the drummer and up right you stagger in the courtyard.

There's a dozen other hungover looking men all looking equally dreadful and you recognize some of them.

"Ah i see your up for breakfast, here get some food in you." The captain smiles at you, he's a short and wide shouldered man.
"Thank you captain.. ug" your stuck to recall much of last night an details like his name are totally lost.
"Thord, Captain Thord to you, Now eat up soldier."

There no yelling or even a physical test, your just handed a spear an shield like the rest before you set off marching.
The march is long 4 leagues a day with training at noon before lunch.
And the next day is just like that, up at dawn, cook and eat then walk until the noon training followed by more walking.

Such is army life, no pretty girls but simon's hairy backside trumping away in cold tent, no battles but weeks of walking and shoveing dirt.

That is until you hear the out rideing scouts return and shout that an enemy camp is near...
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In the comeing battle you aim to:

A) Fight heroicly with out care for your self.
B) Fight normaly
C) Hold back in the fight an focus on staying safe
D) Avoid the battle by any means


Velek is now 15 an 3 months.
Velek has gained basic fighting skill.
Velek has 2 free choice skills.
Velek has gained 1 Money.

Your purse is getting full and the sirens call of booze, song as easy women starts, if you don't spend money soon your waste it.

Spoiler: Velek (click to show/hide)

Name: Velek
Descriptor: A scrawny boy with a tall frame. Reddish mop of hair, and the tiniest wisp of a moustache.
Bio: None yet
Age: 15 an 3 months.
Skills: Basic Fighter
Ability's: Strong
Gear: none
Money: 3

Wow, I don't remember saying all that.

Definitely buy some nicer army tat than the other guys, so they can all be jealous. Then look for a reputable moneychanger to look after anything left over, so that some day we can hope to impress a regular, non-easy woman with the riches.

[BlackPaladin99]

Given only a spear and shield he should buy some leather armor and a helmet.  If the army isn't giving those out to rank and file.

B) Fight normally, no need to be reckless

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[Funk]

Given only a spear and shield he should buy some leather armor and a helmet.  If the army isn't giving those out to rank and file.

B) Fight normally, no need to be reckless

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You spend most of you're money on a helmet, it's a flat top helm with a face guard shaped in the face of a tiger. Attached to its side are two horns which curve downward.
Your chest armour is bands of hardened leather, cut in to squares and laces in long horizontal bands.

Spoiler: The battle rolls (click to show/hide)

 
Your side  2
Your unit 4
You 6 (+2)

The battle is an odd event, at the start your told to dig, dig new ditches and add more stakes to the camp.
As the army swells the why become's clear, there no way all of the army would of fitted in the camp.

Yet before you can blink your on the battle field, the tales never say of whole your aching for a quick piss an how your right shoe has become louse.

The battle is a quick event, over by noon/
Your not one for being a hero an so you stay with your unit, stay in the shield wall.
That saves you from the arrows of the hostile horsemen, your unit is out on the flank and so you never get a brake all day there horse men keep on the slow rain of arrows, not enough to injure any one but enough to keep you all in place.

That may be that's why the battle goes so badly, from the flank you can see there armoured foot men advance, advance and cut thru the centrer of your line.
The liner folds and falls, that's when the horn echo's the retreat and you all but run with your unit back to the camp.

The log wall are for now a safe haven but with the mauling the rest of army has taken there fate is less then certain, an attack look to be likely and you have little hope of running.

A) Defend the camp what ever comes.
B) Run away in the darkness.

Spoiler: Velek (click to show/hide)

Name: Velek
Descriptor: A scrawny boy with a tall frame. Reddish mop of hair, and the tiniest wisp of a moustache.
Bio: None yet
Age: 15 an 3 months.
Skills: Basic Fighter
Ability's: Strong
Gear: none
Helmet : leather flat topped helm with a tiger face guard.
Body Armour : harden leather squarers.
Money: 3

[King Zultan]

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