The Jade Barrack's Taskmaster's Office (New Recruits Report Here Third)

[Gossamer]

Located in the center of the Recruitment Square within The Jade Legion, this imposing office dominates one end of the square. It's a low menacing stone structure, two story, with iron statues on each side of its entrance depicting calvary officers, mounted, saluting forward towards the flagpole at the end of The Taskmaster's walkway up to his thick double doors.

The Taskmaster was of course, just a nickname. Most of the recruits starting out in the Jade Legion had no idea. Commander Jonathan Fralinas De'Bali's true title was Base Commander of the 30th Legion, meaning he deals with all new Jade recruits on an assessment level, sets them forth on training, and oversees the facility.

Every new recruit must walk through his door, have a seat in the small waiting area, and be ushered in to have him look over their application, and fill out some additional paperwork in order to better place them later in their military career. The secretary, a senior Legionnaire, will hand them a form. "Please, fill this out and be prepared. Commander De'Bali will see you in a moment." There would be pen and ink on a small writing table in the corner of the waiting room for just such a purpose.

Personnel File Addendum

Name:
Rank and Legion Assigned To:
Legionnaire ID Number:
Age:
Race:
Brief Physical Description Including Unique Identifying Qualities:
(include Scars, Tattoos, Piercings, Physical Abnormalities ie. Wings)

List all weapons you are proficient and what skill level your at.

List all previous training which might aid in your military carreer including law, politics, and strategy.

List all previous government experience, positions held , duration and their locations.

Please briefly state your hobbies. Be as forthright as you feel necessary.

ooc: If no ones assigned you a number, please pick a ten digit 000-000-0000 number randomly. Zeros are not to be included. If your are a new recruit, your Legion is the 30th, rank is Enlisted Recruit. Interactions with the secretary can be self-modded, but otherwise you need to wait for me on this one.

[Kyle Borris]

Hour 10 of the 1st Brighting of the first cycle of Ioannes, in the Season of Summer, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIII Post Fractum. The First Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne.

It was close to mid morning when Kyle made his way to the new task master’s office. This appeared to be a new way for the Legion to keep track of her troops. Kyle had no problem with reporting here, it gave him an excuse to leave the training fields for a bit of a respite. Taking his helmet it off before entering the building tucking the helm underneath his left arm and against his chain mail clad side. Walking up the steps his boots squeaked covering the rustle of his green cape dragging lightly at the ground. “Need to get those oiled up this evening” Kyle thought. Stopping for a second as he entered the main hall of the building, Kyle let his eyes adjust to the sudden change in lighting for a second before heading towards the secretary of the commanding officer to take what he was told needed to be filled out. After he took the paper he was again pointed out to a small desk with pen and ink with which he sat down to begin filling out this paper. Having filled it out he left the table and took a seat with his paper freeing up the table for other recruits to fill out their perspective papers. HE now awaited to be called to the Officer’s room to be interviewed.

Personnel File Addendum

Name: Kyle Borris
Rank and Legion Assigned To: Legionnaire, Jade Legion
Legionnaire ID Number: 794-135-8471
Age: 18
Race: Human
Brief Physical Description Including Unique Identifying Qualities:
(include Scars, Tattoos, Piercings, Physical Abnormalities ie. Wings)6’1”, Blue eyes, Black hair, Muscular

List all weapons you are proficient and what skill level your at.
Basic Long Sword

List all previous training which might aid in your military carreer including law, politics, and strategy.

List all previous government experience, positions held , duration and their locations.
Present in Narium Conflict for several cycles as support unit.

Please briefly state your hobbies. Be as forthright as you feel necessary. Exercising.

OOC: GM Gossamer I know we haven't finished talking about what we were talking over last night but if I don't post soon i might loose interest at least this way i have reason's to be involved in Alleria again.

[Gossamer]

ooc: You in no way shape or form have to wait for me to start posting! Jump right into the fray.


Commander Jonathan Fralinas De'Bali had just pulled the file on Kyle Borris and looked it over. He scowled when the lad was brought in. He pulled out a small box that contained a set of tabs which looked as if they were crossed spears. Looking up, when Kyle walked in, and gestured that he have a seat.

"Well, you've been here a while, and aren't quite finished with your training, Legionnaire... but thats okay. We have one more cycle before the new recruits get out of training. Hows things going for you?" He paused to let Kyle respond, then he nodded. "We are getting enough recruits in this newest batch I'm taking the liberty of promoting you to Senior Legionnaire" He tossed the box with the rank insignia across the table to Kyle. "With those tabs and the increased pay, you are now in charge of leading morning muster and the exercise therein. You will assist Pennington in the Barracks, and complete your training. Since you have Longsword already well in hand, you will assist in the training there too. Any questions?"

"Alright. Good. Now, I want to see your basic spear and javalin training completed before the end of the summer. Any problems with that?" He asked, his manner abrupt, to the point. "Then I want you to be thinking where you want to be posted. We have a number of directions.. though that conversation can wait until after the summer. If there is nothing else, DISMISSED."

[Kyle Borris]

Once Kyle had been cleared to enter the office he stood up and begin straightening his hair to look presentable before an officer. Completing that detail and straightening out his uniform he walked into the Commander De’Bali’s office. “Legionnaire Borris reporting, sir!” Kyle quickly straightens his posture and saluted his superior officer. Taking in his surround as the officer gestured for him to have seat he loosened his posture letting his hand fall to its side as he approached the desk sitting down in front of the officer.
“Yes, Sir, my training of cut short abruptly when I went to assist in the Narium camp, though I did not see any action there, I did help in setting up the camps for the Legions. Being back in Prime has been quite to say the least, Sir.” Kyle responds to his commander’s first question. Then when the officer slid across the table the senior legionnaire tags Kyle stiffened slightly in surprise. Listening intently to his new duties, Kyle had no further questions as listened to each word the officer let out. “No problems, Sir, I will finish my training before the summer’s end and will report back for further assignments.” Kyle responded as well as standing saluting the commanding officer waiting to be dismissed, and should the officer have noting further he’d take his tags with his free hand and exit the officer and building to head towards the barracks to get to know this Pennington fellow better.

[Grodyn ben Putin]

The legion had stopped for its midday meal, so Grodyn had made his way, here, to the taskmasters office. As he approached the building, he smiled to himself as he examined the two statues of cavalry soldiers. That would be him, one day, riding Zekar into battle, glory following him.

He continued forward and entered the taskmasters office. He waited patiently while the secretary dealt with two recruits that had gotten there ahead of Grodyn. When it came his turn, he stepped up to the desk and was handed a sheet of paper. Taking it to the writing table in the corner of the room, he began to fill it out. Halfway through, he looked over to the secretary. "Excuse me..uhm..what does proficient mean?" The scowl from the secretary told Grodyn to figure it out for himself.


Personnel File Addendum

Name: Grodyn ben Putin
Rank and Legion Assigned To: 30th Legion, Enlisted Recruit
Legionnaire ID Number: 413-823-5779
Age: 19
Race: Human
Brief Physical Description Including Unique Identifying Qualities:
(include Scars, Tattoos, Piercings, Physical Abnormalities ie. Wings) I have shoulder length dark hair, with blue eyes. I am just under 6 feet tall, and 175 pounds. I have a large dark scar on my lower back.

List all weapons you are proficient and what skill level your at. Basic Dagger

List all previous training which might aid in your military carreer including law, politics, and strategy. None

List all previous government experience, positions held , duration and their locations. None

Please briefly state your hobbies. Be as forthright as you feel necessary I like to ride my horse, and like to explore.


When done, Grodyn handed the paper to the secretary then sat down to await the calling of his name. He just hoped this wasn't going to make him late.

[Marcus Valerius]

Clumsily hefting the bag of armour and weapons over one shoulder, Marcus moved cautiously through the small crowd milling before the Jade Barrack's entrance. The enlisted soldiers couldn't help but look on in some amusement as yet another green recruit stumbled unwittingly into a personal meeting with the Taskmaster.

Personnel File Addendum

Name: Marcus Valerius
Rank and Legion Assigned To: Enlisted Recruit in the 30th
Legionnaire ID Number: 129-372-2587
Age: 18
Race: Human
Brief Physical Description:

• A height of 6"3' and weighing 230 lbs
• Physically fit
• Fairly short blonde hair
• No notable scars or deformities

Weapons Proficiency: No formal training.

Previous Training: No specialized training. Has been given the basic education available to noble youth.

Previous Posts: None.

Hobbies: Avid student of history and politics

Returning the hastily completed addendum to the unperturbed secretary behind the desk, Marcus turned to take a seat. Nodding in silent greeting to the other individual sitting in the waiting area, the young noble settled into one of the chairs before his curiosity took a hold and caused him to begin to explore the items entrusted to him by the Imperial Army.

[Gossamer]

Grodyn ben Putin

Grodyn ben Putin, Commander Jonathan Fralinas De'Bali had decided, would head straight for the calvary. It was already in his file that the man came with horse in hand and had requested stabling on base. More notes indicated he had initiative and drive, so that meant De'Bali might put him on the fast track for some officer's training as well.

"Morning, Recruit." He mumbled, taking the man's form without much preamble. He read it over, and made another note in the man's file. "Scouting". It would give a would-be officer sufficient training for experience later on. "When the recruits go out on their maneuvers, I want you to concentrate on scouting. In the light of that, I'd also suggest a series of courses on navigation, wilderness survival, and identification of different types of enemy. I will have to discuss you further with some of the classroom types to see where they want you to go with this. But I'm fairly sure we are going to set you immediately into a basic orientation class in the near future. All scouts get them. If you preform up to par in basic, I'd like to recommend you for calvary officer training as well." He stated. "How do you feel about that?"

Marcus Valerius

Commander Jonathan Fralinas De'Bali called Marcus Valerius into his office, while looking over the Valerius file, and hrming to himself. He took the addendum and read it over... nobility. "Tell me what you want out of your Legionnaire training? Service? Do you want to use it as a stepping stone to other things? And what sort of things would that be? Or are you content to be infantry for your career?" He studied the young man, interested in what the youth wanted with his life.

ooc: PM me if you'd like a starting package and have goals for your char's direction.

[Grodyn ben Putin]

Grodyn's mouth dropped at the suggestion of officer training. He had not even dreamed of anything like this happening to him. Could this be true? He gulped. "Yes, Sir. I would be honoured, Sir. Scouting sounds fine, Sir." Grodyn saluted the officer. Even if he weren't to be an officer, he was still going to the cavalry. That meant he was bringing Zekar. He could not scarcely believe his good fortune.

He looked hard at the officer in front of him, and his chest filled with pride. This man, Commander De'Bali, had earned Grodyn's respect, and more, his devotion. If the Commander was to ask Grodyn to enter the gates of hell, then that is where he would go. It was easy to spot men of great character, and Grodyn could see that. This was the man that Grodyn was going to aspire to be. He had the noble character that Grodyn's father had, as well as Sir Veleraen. If, one day, Grodyn could be that noble, then he would have considered his life a success.

[Gossamer]

Grodyn ben Putin

De'Bali nodded. "Very good then. Complete your Basic Training, and we will get you started on some things on the side. Afterwards, you will be assigned as appropriate pending your completion of the Jade Legion's requirements." He said, snapping the file closed, after adding his last few remarks and sanding the signature and date to dry it quickly. "Dismissed." He said, tapping the file folder over the sand pot and tossing it in the 'completed' pile on his side bar.

[Marcus Valerius]

As intriguing as a bag full of gear was, even Marcus' curiosity couldn't stop him from scrambling to his feet when the Commander called him in. Following closely began the Imperial officer; the hopeful recruit set his bag down as he stood attentively before the Taskmaster as the older soldier reviewed his file. Knowing that there would be scant little in it to reveal anything more than what he saw – a young nobleman obviously out of his apparent element.

The rapid questions that the Taskmaster suddenly fired in his direction caught him off-guard as he hadn't expected so much to be drawn from the simple addendum he had filled out. Taking his time to collect his thoughts, Marcus consciously made an effort not to fidget or avoid making eye contact with Commander De'Bali.

"As a Legionnaire sir? I do not intend to use any military service as a means to advance a political career." Even entertaining the notion left a rather sour taste in his mouth. A slight smirk danced on his lips as he continued, "A seat in the Senate pales in comparison to my hopes of being able to contribute to the safety and well-being of the Empire. Marcus had no qualms about being a simple soldier, his textbook visions of grandeur were present even after he had watered it down with the brutal reminders from history. "Although, if I am not being too frank, I do aspire to be more than just a simple infantryman," trying not to betray the uncertainty in his voice, he desperately hoped he hadn't been too honest with the Taskmaster.

[Keldon Elsdragon]

Marcus Valerius

The Commander waited for a momment as Marcus collected his thoughts. In truth De'Bali expected the young noble to answer faster but regardless he waited. He watched as Marcus seemed to refuse to meet his own eyes. De'Bali stood there tall and strong waiting for the man to speak. Once he did he watched the smirk come to his lips. He wondered if it was lie about politics or not. But regardless he cared little. Imperial Army needed men, regardless of why they wanted to serve.

So he nodded his head, "Very well then," He said placing the file onto the desk. "You may aspire to be more then a mere infantryman however you will need to do much more then that to reach your goal. If you want to lead me you need to prove you are worthy to lead someone. Unlike some people who were placed into power within our military. I however will not recommend you for an officer if you do not fit the requirements to be a leader. It maybe something that takes a better part of your first term of service to obtain." Looking back down at the paper De'Bali placed his hands behind his back, folding together. "Regardless of your birth, near the end of your training we shall see where you excel at and place you accordingly."

[Kella Greeran]

The tall mounted statues gave Kella pause. They signified something noble and proud, a duty a purpose. It gave her a strange upwelling of patriotism for a land she never quite knew as home. Nowhere had ever been home, save a perpetually rolling wagon.
This contemplative moment was, of course, too sentimental to last. Kella was not stone, but she was not giving over to treacly tendencies.
She quickly stepped into the building and found herself faced with a secretary and another form. The presence of the secretary announced a greater significance to this new paperwork and the Taskmaster she was to meet. Kella was moving up in the military world, very slowly but surely.

The human squinted over the form a minute before beginning to fill it out in tiny print.
"Physical description, eh?" she muttered to herself. "Can I mention 'mildly attractive'?" The deprecatory voice in her mind suggested she add "thick ankles" if she was going to get specific. Kella gave this recommendation the deaf ear. Her ankles were just fine, thank you very much, and had been excellent for acrobatics.
She'd have to skim a bit on the notable marks, quite certain the Taskmaster did not want a history of her artistic whims in magical tattoo art.


Name: Kella J. Greeran
Rank and Legion Assigned To: Enlisted Recruit. 30th Legion
Legionnaire ID Number: 246-179-1515
Age: 20
Race: human
Brief Physical Description Including Unique Identifying Qualities:

Straight chin length pale blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin.
Tattoos covering both arms and shoulders. One arm is strictly floral with climbing red roses, morning glories, fuchsia clematis, persimmon honeysuckle, and other such bright things. The other is an evening sky that transitions from black at the top to midnight blue, to indigo, to purple. Complete with silver and gold constellations. (It stings to have done, but magic helps.)

List all weapons you are proficient and what skill level your at.

A rusty dagger, I can cut vegetables with the best of them. And my charm, that is about novice level.

List all previous training which might aid in your military carreer including law, politics, and strategy.

Ran away from the circus. Trained jester (juggling, riddles, some acrobatics) It's similar to being a politician.

List all previous government experience, positions held, duration and their locations.
None

Please briefly state your hobbies. Be as forthright as you feel necessary.

Reading bad verse for amusement and good verse for edification. Playing flute tolerably.

[Marcus Valerius]

The commander's less than enthusiastic reply was more than Marcus had expected. Gods knows he was much more forthcoming than his father when it came to considering the young nobleman for military service. Maybe it was because the Taskmaster hadn’t proceeded to launch a rather tacky figurine of a gargoyle at his head that endeared Marcus to him – who really knew.

However, this time when the commander spoke, a pair of pale blue eyes stared back rather attentively. Initial jitters had been laid aside as the simple euphoria of being accepted into the Jade Legion coursed through his veins. Hanging onto his every word, Marcus gave a few seconds pause before replying to De'Bali. "I would not expect anything else sir. Thank you for accepting my application, I look forward to proving myself to you and the other officers in command of the legions."

With a sharp salute and not another word, assuming that's what military men did, Marcus collected his bag in one hand and turned sharply on his heel in an attempt to calmly march out the door. To think, he was now an enlisted soldier. Eagerly indulging his overblown anticipations of all out war that would require the mustering of each capable soldier, the young man stepped out of the Taskmaster's office and started towards his assigned barracks. His father had wanted him to make something of the family name; this was how he intended to go about doing it.

[Keldon Elsdragon]

Kella Greeran

The secretary nodded when she was finished. "Alright Recruit lets go," the man said as he motioned towards the door. He would lead he back to the 'Task Masters Office' where he would be standing behind his desk waiting for her to come in.

He would put out his hand waiting for the piece of paper to be handed to him. The next few moments would be vital depending on how she acted.

[Kella Greeran]

At the sight of the Taskmaster, Kella suddenly felt a nervous tremor down her spine. Her voice managed a decent, "Yes, Sir," when the officer beckoned.
She had not led the most prestigious life and was realizing that more and more as she looked at her form.
But that was her, her history, take it or leave it. She could not and would not undo 20 years. Plus she had rather liked them, for the most part. This realization was a soothing balm to her nerves, so her hand was steady as she handed the Taskmaster her form.
She stood in front of the desk with her hands behind her back, waiting with feigned calm for his response.