Preparations for departure (Vincent Stefan, Private)

[Vincent Stefan]

Vincent watched as yet another three members of his 50 man team arrived. With them that made 13 not even half of them. Though the appointed meeting time was at least two hours away Vincent always like people who showed some initiative to come a little earlier.

Vincent himself and his pet raven Shadow had arrived over five hours ago, knowing full well they would be the first to arrive. To Vincent’s shock there was one person here before him. His appointed Fist in command Magnus Forvenser. Magnus was an Elementalist by trade, trained up to the journeyman level or so Vincent was told. Even as he had approached the man the half elf noticed that the journeyman mage was deep in a book a glowing ball of light flouting just above the mans head.

Shortly after his first meeting with his fist in command some more men began to come, most notable the third in command Von Stranff the companies lead scout. Now there was only the bulk to come and then the group would be on its way.

Of the 50 men 30 were infantry of very us types and skills, 15 were archers lead by the lead archer Robert Icon, the rest of the group were the scouts and command staff.

[Vincent Stefan]

The sun was just hitting half crest when the last of the 50 arrived. Having them form into a line Vincent persuaded to inspect them, walking down the line of men Vincent cut the true form of a leader.

After taking two trips up and down the lines he moved to a small stage that was set up and addressed the troops. " Serale, For those of you that have not already realized who I am, I am Lieutenant Vincent Stefan you commanding officer." Pausing only for effect the half elf began again. "You have been chosen to help me form a base of command in port consentian. We are to disembark immediately, any man or woman I find that is not doing there job to there utmost best will find themselves impaled on my sword. Serve me well and be reworded fail me and die. Glory, to Abestat and the Imperial Armey." Vincent left it there and aloud his second in command to take the stage. As Vincent stepped back onto the firm ground, he signaled to his pet raven. The bird happily flew over to its master’s shoulder and was reworded with a, hand full of seeds.

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Magnus thought the speech a little too short for his liking. Though he did have to admit it was effective. As he took his place now on the stage he began to read the role call. As the people said there acknowledgments they were beaconed forward where they were given a pure Black cloak and a new insignia to add to there colure. The insignia was a depiction of a bird most likely a raven with its wings spread out and its head turned to the side. The middle of it was hollow only the general image showed in a vibrant gold. It was all together rather impressive to look at and Magnus had to admit he enjoyed having it on his garment.

As the last of the men where called Magnus told them they would get two more hours for preparation and then the group would leave.

[Vincent Stefan]

The two hours now up, the group of 50 men began its march for the front gate the city. Vincent had to admit he was happy to underway.
As the group neared to massive doors to abestat they began to open the creaking of hinges audible even at this length. The men on guard all bowed low to the passing men a sign of respect for there comrades.
Then the 50 were out and lost within the grate wide open of the highlands the journey had begun.