Watching to Horses Collide (open)

[Vincent Stefan]

4th brightening in The Months of Cryxatum, in the Season of Summer, Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum, the Second Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne.

This is getting repetitive Thought Vincent as he walked his way across the training fieald. It had been almost two months since the half elf had arrived here in Paxia and yet not one of the men Vincnet was charged with overseeing living up to his expectations. It was all posible that the half elf just had too high of an expectation of these men, but that soon passed as even grunt military recruits did not make the same mistakes.

As he watched one man fainted to the lest the other the right, if skilled ether of them could have reversed and gone in for a killing blow, but instead they charged and rammed each other. For what purpose was anyones guess as both men soon found themselves on the ground. Another group not far away was using there weapons more like a set of clubs as if banging way at an enemy's blade would make all the difference. The half elf was surprised when one man did a swiping slash at the other's feet but that surprise soon turned to a feeling of disgust as the man over shot his attack, swung to fast and ended up falling over.

It was not like the half elf himself had not tried to do something about all this, they where just new to the idea of training. new to the idea of war, most had been freshly recruited out of the populous of this place called Paxia, Or more precisely what was left of it. That thought brought the half elf back to his surrounding's. Where the men now stood training was in fact one of only a few places that contained little to no damage. You could not walk threw any place of the city without kicking a stone or a peace of wood, that had at one time belonged somewhere. Buildings or more precisely what was left of buildings where scattered about in different odd locations. There positions lead one to believe that the houses did not actually start there in the first place.

From above a call sounded, pulling Vincent back from his quiet misery. looking up the half elf's eye fell onto his pet raven shadow who was slowly making his way down. Placing his arm out strait level with his shoulder, Vincent waited for a moment to receive his friend. With a final call the bird came in for a landing on it's masters makeshift perch. Taking but a moment to preen itself, the raven soon jumped it's way up to the half elf's shoulder allowing Vincent to lower his arm.

It was funny really how the birds presence seamed to lighten the half elf's mood. maybe it was just the fact that Vincent now had company, maybe it was simply because Misery loves company. It mattered little in the long run anyway. All that mattered now was not failing in his orders. The only problem then was what orders was he supposed to follow. Shaking his head slowly the half elf contiued to walk down the training line.

[Tarfuss]

Tarfuss was finished for the moment, he had just overseen the less than stellar spearman ship of a couple new trainees who, he thought, had probably only just been weened from their mothers. So far life in Paxia was living up to his fears. He frowned.

Walking along the training field he came upon another legionnaire, an officer, that he recognized from Eyvind's trip to the Temple. As he approached the other man he brought himself to a sharp attention and rendered a crisp salute, barking, "Sir! Good Brightening to you, Sir! I didn't know the Censoris was assigned to Paxia, Sir." Tarfuss held his salute, waiting for it to be returned by the officer, as military protocol deemed proper, wondering if this was the man's original assignment or if he was recently arrived. As he seemed to be involved in the training of men, Tarfuss wondered if he might find some direction, or even if the Censoris was in his chain of command.

[Vincent Stefan]

Vincent was considering a groups of men who had some how ended up in some type of brawl, they had started with swords, but as the half elf peered closer he noted the weapons had been discarded for something both men apparently knew better.

has the half elf was about to continue his walk, leaving the men to there...whatever. A voice brought him to a halt. "Sir! Good Brightening to you, Sir! I didn't know the Censoris was assigned to Paxia, Sir." The half elf turned on the speaker, his hand mimicking that of the legionars, in a quick salute. It was one of the man from the trip with Evyind that much the provost remembered. However, the man's name now alluded the half elf. With a slight shake of his head Vincent began.

"Its Provost now," stated the half elf, a note of irony in his voice. "I was promoted and reassigned here just after the trip to the mountains. I am now one of three provosts placed here in charge of Praxia's 5000 man and of course the Melita." The provost indicated the two men still fighting on the ground. Vincent's eye showing a bit of the welling sadness within, at the malita's contiued stupidity.

Shaking his head again the half elf brought his eye back to Tarfuss, who's name he had just now remembered. "So Tarfuss...What can I do for ye today?"

[Tarfuss]

Tarfuss saw the sad state of the men that were playing at being soldiers and cringed inside. They had spunk, apparently, but discipline was yet foreign to them.

Provost. That was quite a promotion, to go from Censoris to Provost. Things were afoot in the Legion, and no doubt.

"Sir! I've been detailed by Provost Elsdragon to Paxia to assist in the training of the militia as well. I am currently teaching longsword to a group of newly recruited Militia. Is there anything I can do for you?"

As he spoke he began to wonder if they ought not simply give the men on the field clubs and rocks and let them separate the wheat from the chaff in their own way.

[Keldon Elsdragon]

Moving along the roadway that flanked the side of the training yard Keldon's warsteed trotted along with a thud. He was in no hurry, infact he had decided to just go out for a ride in for the brightening and get out of his office, and leave his engineers to finalize the plans until shipments started to arrive.

As he passed the field his eyes fell to those being trained, and from the looks of it they were a sight for sore eyes, however the city needed everything it could get and the men here wanted to serve, so serve they will. However it reminded him the need for them to be armed. He mentally added a note to have a shipment of arms and armor dispatched to the city.

His eyes quickly came to the pair discussing and a small smirk came to his face as he pulled on the reins gently to turn the horse into the field and moved towards Tarfuss and Vincent. Once closer to them he would tilt his head to both. "And how goes the brightening gentlemen?" he asked in a firm tone.

[Tarfuss]

As he was speaking to Provost Stefan he heard the approach of a horse. Turning Tarfuss saw that it was Provost Elsdragon's horse kicking up dust in the heat of the day, with the Provost astride. He came to attention and rendered a salute and barked, "Sir! A good brightening to you, Provost Elsdragon, Sir!"

[Vincent Stefan]

The shear number of times Vincent heard the word Sir...was in itself beginning to ware on him. Shore, everyone liked to be addressed with a level of dignity but one time was good enough. It was not like Tarfus had done anything wrong Vincent just felt that if he was placed so high on the Stage of power he would find it hard to relate with the men should something happen. The Provost had learned early on that rank did not give one the power to simply do and say what they want...for no commander was worth a lump of salt without a loyal army following behind.

The Half elf was about to bring that point up when a steady noise of hoof beets filled the air, shattering Vincent's wagon of thought. Without even turning, simply noting the way the men around him, began to shape up or pull themselves together that only one person could be behind him.....Keldon

"And how goes the brightening gentlemen?" Began Keldon as he brought his horse to a stop. Instantly Turfuss fell into a full salute as was proper. However, Vincent did not, for in truth he had no idea how to treat a fellow Provost. By rank they where the same. Yet, even Vincent knew that looks were deceiving. Turning for the first time to face Keldon the half elf gave a quick nod, nothing more "Provost Elsdragon" Began Vincent as cheerfully as he could, though one would only need to look around to see how stained his eye was "what brings you to my neck of the woods, this brighting? "

[Keldon Elsdragon]

Keldon nodded his head to Tarfuss "At ease Tarfuss," he finished and looked around the area then back to Tarfuss he was going to ask how the men were coming in there training, however that was something for later.

"Oh nothing major Provost Stefan, just out for a ride this brightening to get myself out of my office and away from the constant engineers flanking me with numbers." He said with a smile. "So how are you fairing this brightening Provost Stefan, Deakin Tarfuss?" he asked looked around the area watching the men then to the pair.

[Tarfuss]

"Doing well enough, Sir. " There really wasn't much else to say. The earth hadn't opened up and swallowed them. The weather was fair enough - another fine brightening in the Imperial Legions. He didn't think that the Provost wanted a detailed description of the day's events.

Here he was, stuck between two officers, Provosts at that. He wondered if he was breaking out in hives. As a remedy to this malady he briefly wondered if Paxia had any working taverns. He could use a nice pint and a whiskey.

[Keldon Elsdragon]

Keldon turned to Tarfuss with a smile. "Good, I hope they are not pushing you further then what you were pushed in the Jade Legion? Since you only yourself recently came out of training I am sure you are wondering why you are now on training." he said curiously waiting an answer with a some what raised brow.

He looked to Vincent then back to Tarfuss, who was indeed rather fresh in the sense he had just come out of the Jade Legion was assigned here and then assigned to train fresh recruits. Although Keldon had done that rather intentionally.

[Tarfuss]

Tarfuss kept his face expressionless. He had wondered why a new legionairre such as himself would be chosen to train new recruits, who might be better taught by a grizzled veteran who knew what battle on a large scale was all about. Tarfuss had fought, but not in anything that could be considered large scale. His fights had all been solitary or in small units. "Sir, that question certainly did enter my mind." He looked at the Provost, a frank look of curiosity now creeping over his face.

[Vincent Stefan]

For the most part Vincent remained quiet. The half elf had nothing to really add to the conversation and in truth, he was learning more by not jumping in. Tarfuss had only Just left the green cloaks and was already training men. That said something, whether it was because of natural talent or bad luck was still to be seen. However, one thing was clear, Keldon believed in him, he would not be here now if the provost had not.

leaning up against a post in the ground, Probably once belonging to the main support beam of a house. The Half elf crossed his arm's and watched the two men talk. In this, the situation he was in, Knowledge was power and right now Vincent needed as much power as he could get.

[Keldon Elsdragon]

Keldon grinned to Tarfuss, "I am sure it has, I am sure it has." he finished giving not hint to the reason why the man was transferred to something he likely thought he was not qualified for.

Looking back to Vincent and then Tarfuss he decided to ask a general question. "So, has anyone seen anything interesting lately? It seems everyone has been doing nothing but training and patrols have lacked a little... Vincent... your men capable or still greener then Tarfuss here?" he asked with a wide smile

[Vincent Stefan]

As Vincent considered Keldon's Question, a man screamed out and threw his practice sword at his opponent. As luck was not with the man the blade hit a person watching the fight square in the head. The person who was hit, seamed to look around himself as if searching for something and then passed out falling to the ground with an audible thud.

"Would depend on what type of training you mean?" remarked Vincent a few seconds later, after the shock of the moment had passed. Though he spoke nonchalantly, The Half elf's eye watching the on site medic tend to the fallen man with a quit intensity. In the far corner of the Training circle the man who had thrown the blade was now being berated by the current ring supervisor. The yelling was indistinguishable from this distance, yet all present could figure out what it was the supervisor was probably saying.

[Tarfuss]

The noise of the men training washed over him with waves. It seemed to have a rhythm of its own. Tarfuss listened to it for a moment and then turned his attention to the Provost and the Censoris as they exchanged words. Tarfuss stood impassively as he was insulted in a half handed manner. The Provost seemed to thrive on petty insults. He was growing accustomed to this manner of the Provost's. Officers. His original prejudices against them were being reinforced at every turn.