Post by Admin on Nov 2, 2015 19:46:02 GMT
Marcus Sembelyn stared at a map of the western border of Astahar that had been spread out over the table before him. His eyes were bloodshot, weary from lack of sleep and battle. He had a fresh scar from where an arrow grazed his temple on the left side of his face. Blood from the wound was still caked on his cheek and neck. Had he not stepped just slightly to the right, the arrow would be embedded in his skull. This was not the first time his life had been in danger. This was not even the worst wound he has ever sustained. Normally a man like Marcus Sembelyn would shrug off the encounter, and the wound. Yet, for all of his experience, this time it seemed personal. Where normally he would look determined, or even stoic in front of his fellow guardsmen and recruits, Marcus seemed dazed.
"Alright, men. Alright... " Marcus said with a sigh, finally addressing the men gathered. "We've got one hell of a situation on our hands. We have a hostile force raiding on our western border. The village of Quail Hollow has reported seeing Elves scouting the area, even killing two guardsmen there. Other villages along the border have reported similar encounters. Locally, they have pushed through all the way to Chancelville, which is where my team finally caught up with them and pushed them back. This is the furthest they came come into Astahar in a very long time, and I don't expect them to just raid, and then leave. So expect to be roused at any time to deal with these bastards," he said, sighing again.
"We're also getting reports from the north about raids by Orcs. Lucilla Rookline, the only woman crazy enough to farm on the border with Calder, has personally requested guardsmen to deal with this problem. She has already begun mustering a militia to deal with those pig-faced monsters," he said. The man sat down in a chair and a young woman walked over with a basin of hot water. She began cleaning the wound on the side of Marcus' face.
"I don't feel that we can spare any veterans while Elves are at our door, so this job is going to go to some of you rookies. Dorn! Front and center!" he said, calling out to Garrett.
"Take a small detachment of men to Flynrest and meet with Alexander Wainwright. He's another farming big whig, and he's sending some people north to help Rookline. Meet with him and then take the men he has gathered north and deal with the Orcs. This will be good for you youngins," he said. A quiet chortle echoed through the room.
"If you have questions, ask 'em now. I want you to hit the road within the next few days..." he finished, and then looked at the young man expectantly.
"Alright, men. Alright... " Marcus said with a sigh, finally addressing the men gathered. "We've got one hell of a situation on our hands. We have a hostile force raiding on our western border. The village of Quail Hollow has reported seeing Elves scouting the area, even killing two guardsmen there. Other villages along the border have reported similar encounters. Locally, they have pushed through all the way to Chancelville, which is where my team finally caught up with them and pushed them back. This is the furthest they came come into Astahar in a very long time, and I don't expect them to just raid, and then leave. So expect to be roused at any time to deal with these bastards," he said, sighing again.
"We're also getting reports from the north about raids by Orcs. Lucilla Rookline, the only woman crazy enough to farm on the border with Calder, has personally requested guardsmen to deal with this problem. She has already begun mustering a militia to deal with those pig-faced monsters," he said. The man sat down in a chair and a young woman walked over with a basin of hot water. She began cleaning the wound on the side of Marcus' face.
"I don't feel that we can spare any veterans while Elves are at our door, so this job is going to go to some of you rookies. Dorn! Front and center!" he said, calling out to Garrett.
"Take a small detachment of men to Flynrest and meet with Alexander Wainwright. He's another farming big whig, and he's sending some people north to help Rookline. Meet with him and then take the men he has gathered north and deal with the Orcs. This will be good for you youngins," he said. A quiet chortle echoed through the room.
"If you have questions, ask 'em now. I want you to hit the road within the next few days..." he finished, and then looked at the young man expectantly.
