Post by Erwin Simpleton on Nov 21, 2005 0:40:49 GMT -5
Erwin took a few deep breaths and entered the barracks, looking for the man in charge. After a few minutes or turning in circles, in finally found a Grizzled Sergeant sitting behind a table.
"Well son, by the looks of it, you're here to join the ranks of the finest army in the Realm! Am I right?"
"Yes..you..are..." Erwin tried his best pronounce correctly, since his affliction might made his travel all for nothing.
"Well sonny, just sign here and you'll be accepted into the Militia for now, but with time and training you'll might raise to the highest rank of our King's fine Army!"
The Sergeant hands him a piece of paper, a contract surely, and Edwin signed his name. All that time he spend learning to write his name seems to attract the attention of the old soldier.
"Well son, if you can fight half as good as you can write, you'll fell right at home here.." His face seems to go more serious has he raised to his feet. "Now get your ugly arse up to the barracks and pick a bed! I want to see you on the training grounds training with the otters there in 15 minutes! You're in the Army now militia-boy Now GO!"
Erwin raced to find the sleeping quarters, quickly picked off the first unoccupied bed and put on his equipment: a chain mail Armour, leg protectors, gauntlets and a round helmet. He put his short sword around his waist and pulled out his spear out of his back. He studied it for a second, the strong wooden rod, the metal pike at the end, sharp as a razor.
He checked his equipment one last time and made his way to the training grounds, looking for a dummy or somebody to train with.
"Well son, by the looks of it, you're here to join the ranks of the finest army in the Realm! Am I right?"
"Yes..you..are..." Erwin tried his best pronounce correctly, since his affliction might made his travel all for nothing.
"Well sonny, just sign here and you'll be accepted into the Militia for now, but with time and training you'll might raise to the highest rank of our King's fine Army!"
The Sergeant hands him a piece of paper, a contract surely, and Edwin signed his name. All that time he spend learning to write his name seems to attract the attention of the old soldier.
"Well son, if you can fight half as good as you can write, you'll fell right at home here.." His face seems to go more serious has he raised to his feet. "Now get your ugly arse up to the barracks and pick a bed! I want to see you on the training grounds training with the otters there in 15 minutes! You're in the Army now militia-boy Now GO!"
Erwin raced to find the sleeping quarters, quickly picked off the first unoccupied bed and put on his equipment: a chain mail Armour, leg protectors, gauntlets and a round helmet. He put his short sword around his waist and pulled out his spear out of his back. He studied it for a second, the strong wooden rod, the metal pike at the end, sharp as a razor.
He checked his equipment one last time and made his way to the training grounds, looking for a dummy or somebody to train with.
[glow=red,2,300]Since The first time our eyes met, I've loved you. Knowing that we will be together for an eternity and more is the only true happiness I've ever known. Never let me wake from the dream that is your love...[/glow]