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#Post#: 1691--------------------------------------------------
All Quiet on the Northern Front - Company Encampment
By: guest15 Date: September 16, 2016, 6:30 pm
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[center]Blut-Krieg Outpost.
Half a mile from the Pensans Chaosgate, to the North.
It is nearing half six in the evening, for once there is no
rain, just a very light mist that sits upon the land.
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Nestled into the corner of what was once a working farm not far
from the Chaosgate that opened in Pensans, the Wolfsburg Free
Company banner flies high. Sitting in the middle, the heavy
cloth of the company standard moves in the wind. Surrounding it,
there are several rows of tents in all shapes and sizes, housing
newly arrived mercenaries. There is a small blacksmith, a
surgery and the command tent. Spiked barricades close off the
perimeter, ahead of trenches and raised wooden towers, with a
palisade that encompasses the entirety of the camp. This farm,
unfortunately for the owner, was requisitioned under the new
terms of agreement between the company and the current residing
Duke - although said farmer was paid and continues to be paid
for his sacrifice to the 'War Effort.' What was once worked
soil, is now a military camp.
Exiting the command tent, Astandord wears full uniform and kit -
armoured head to toe. Hand resting on the pommel of the
longsword, he moves to stand in front of what is an assembled
group of men and women - the fresh meat.
"Strammstehen!"
A clattering of feet snapping together and impacting the dirt
rings out as the twenty something fresh faces stand to
attention. In position, he addresses the new arrivals; some
swordsmen, a few extra halberdiers, more medics and
interestingly, an alchemist.
"Welcome to Kernow!" Astandord starts, bringing his arms to fold
behind back. "This, is the frontier! You are now currently
making up a small number of soldiers who are stationed the
furthest distance from the capital of our fatherland that our
Dominion has ever known. You are no longer in the Empire. Our
culture, and the culture here, are entirely different." He takes
a moment to ponder. "This is not entirely a bad thing. You have
all recieved racial acceptance lessons when you arrived and on
the journey over. You will see more greenskins, they are not
your enemy. As you know, you will be hanged for starting a
racial conflict. Magic is a way of life here - I know you
despise it, for, like religion, it is one of the corrupting
forces that ruined our lands - but here, it is there way of
life. You will respect that."
Walking forward, Astandord begins to walk the breadth of the
line, inspecting the new troopers. "You are here for two
purposes. One, because you have to be - as some of you are
criminals. Two, because you were lucky enough to be chosen to do
combat with the likes of those who laid waste to Wolfsburg from
the inside. Daemons." He stops, taking a left turn to stare down
one of the troopers; Tom Kober, a replacement Corporal. "You are
here to fight, make no mistake - and you will fight creatures
that your mind can't comprehend. As men and women of the Empire,
I know you will do your duty as required of you." He begins to
pace back down the opposite direction of the formation. "We are
mercenaries, of that is true - and we will act as such to
perform our tithe back to the homeland, but when the gate opens,
you are Imperial Frontier Soldiers. Make no mistake, boys and
girls, if whatever is on the other side of that gate succeeds in
its plans, this island will fall. After than, will be the
mainland. Kernow, as far as you are to care, is a buffer zone.
We fight them here, so we don't have to fight them at home."
Restanding to his original position, Astandord remains standing
at ease, then instructing the others to do so aswell. "At ease,
troopers." He nods, appreciating the fact that the fatherland
sent him replacements so quickly, given how so many died in
their last major engagement. This time however, these troops
seemed better armed and armoured.
"Are there any questions?" He openly asks the combined group.
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Re: All Quiet on the Northern Front - Company Encampment
By: guest15 Date: September 19, 2016, 7:01 am
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Exterior to the camp, there are nearly thirty troopers that are
on overwatch. Some are positioned on the wall and also in the
trenches. Those that are in the towers are in a position that
provides them the ability to see approaching persons for up to
one hundred meters, though reduced to fifty with the mist. To
approach the gate would require traversing through the defensive
network that has been constructed to safeguard the Company from
people openly wandering up to them. To fortify this fact, there
is a dedicated amount of infantry that are in rotor form to
patrol the semi circle like encroachment toward the camp and its
defences - At the first hurdle, the perimeter patrol,
(Consisting of four guardsman armed with billhooks and half
plate) would approach and attempt to turn away Theron before he
could move further inward, much less reach the gate, which is
closed. True to fashion of their mistrusting ways of all others,
and their isolationism, the camp itself remains as an off limits
area to all others, except those who are officially stationed
there.
"Halsch!" They would call, ahead of arriving to fully inspect
the Morvoren. "Hande hoch! Zhis area ist off-limits."
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