Just Another Drill [Open] Aug 14, 2019 16:35:47 GMT -5
Post by Aliana on Aug 14, 2019 16:35:47 GMT -5
4 Justinian, 9:44 Dragon - Midday
It was a hot summer day. With no living trees left in Lothering to provide shade, the Blightlands were insufferable. Outside the outpost were a group of Warden-Recruits, standing uncomfortably in their stifling armor as the midday sun beat down on them. They were listening intently to a stout, red-haired dwarf whose own armor appeared to have been hastily donned that afternoon.
"In peace, vigilance. In war, victory. In death, uh... oh, sod it. Dead is dead," Oghren recited, standing before the fresh recruits, "The point is, job's not done until you are. If you catch my drift."
One of the recruits, a slender elven man, whispered into the ear of the recruit closest to him, "Is the Field Commander... drunk?"
Oghren overheard and bristled, "That's Senior Warden Field Commander to you, ya thunderhumper!"
The elf straightened his posture, to stand at attention, if reluctantly.
Senior Warden Oghren pointed his finger at the elf, or at least tried to. The reality was, he was drunk. Very. Oghren couldn't keep his hand steady. "You think you're the first to under... underesh... underdresstimate me?" he blustered, "Let me tell you. All of yous! During the Fifth Blight-"
"Oh not another Blight story," muttered one of the other recruits, but Oghren was too bleary-eyed to see who'd said it.
"Yes another blighted blight story, look around," the Senior Warden extended his hands, "Does this look like Val Royeaux to yous?"
One by one, each recruit granted Oghren that with a nod. They were yet humouring him, however.
"Now where was I..." the dwarf mused, swaying as if thought itself was of paramount, physical effort in that moment.