It took Duncan a good part of the brightening he signed in with the Tigers to find a good placement for his tent. The Crimson Tiger's camp was a crowded place, right outside the city walls. Finding a place near enough to the center of it all to be in the loop and capable of arriving quickly when the meals were served was not a simple task, particularly if one also wanted to avoid the noisier and smellier places of the encampment.
All in all the camp was no luxury resort, but it was a lively place filled with talkative and good people. Brawly, noisy, unpolite good people, but that was nothing less than expected for a mercenary company.
The tent itself was a simple plain one, of standard issue for new recruits. Inside it there were barely some sleeping rags, and while Duncan was in there, a backpack and a bag with food rations were also to be found. Except when sleeping, the Barnevile youth was unlikely to spend anytime inside the tent itself, but was much more likely to roam around the camp in his free time, sitting to talk with his fellows.
At least that was what he decided to do the evening after setting up the tent. Hoping to meet some of his new comrades and perhaps make a friend or two among the Tigers before his first actual brightening of service.
A rolled up scroll, tied and held by a single crimson string, was found laying outside of the new Tiger's tent. And should Duncan look around him, he'd find similar scrolls outside his comrades' tents.
+ Wilderness Patrol
30 crowns each man / per brightening served
Round up barbari ; scout for outlaws, orcs, etc
+ Foreign Mission: Special Status
200 crowns from Jaedaxian Government
Assistance requested to fortify and patrol city limits
NB: Vampires and other undead have been sighted.
"The sewage business is of course out the question" though Duncan as he made his way to the command tent. He did so immediately after finishing reading the sign. He was eager for action and starting his work with the Tigers. He wasn't, however, quite thrilled by the prospect of spending his first mission plunging dirt and cleaning the city's waste, no matter the pay. If he had to do it someday, he would, "A Tiger never complains", he though bitterly. But it was not what he had signed for and while he could avoid it he would.
The other two jobs sounded much more exiting, real soldier work for one and likely a much better story for the future than dealing with sewage. The Jadexian thing was very tempting, at least in terms of crowns alone. But the fact that he had just arrived to the city and the mission would be far away still was a small discouragement. Also, fighting vampires did sound a bit ambitious for a first job as a mercenary, even if probably he would never encounter the bloody 'heh' creature himself if he went to patrol the city.
Piggarts and mountain scoundrel sounded more like a good first job. Enough place for action, loot and glory, close by and not as dangerous as challenging the immortal fiends. So that would be Duncan's choice.
"Serale, sir!" - He would speak firmly when allowed into the command tent - "Name is Duncan Barneville, new recruit, here to enlist as wilderness patrol if the job is still required"
(occ: I also read somewhere that the Vampire's adventure is now closed, that's why I'm really discarding it, correct me if I am wrong and then we can find a way to send Duncan there if you like it better)
OoC: *nods* Yes, the vamp quest is now closed See you in Jaedaxia next season?
The command tent was as spacious as it was homely. The commander for Duncan's unit was effectively the most frivolous and luxury-loving among the higher-ups of the Crimson Tigers. Of course, this was just what the new recruit heard from his neighbors and fellow Tigers. His name was Orlando Courson, a native from Jaedaxia who retained his accent despite being born and raised in Nexus Prime. His command tent thus reflected his taste for style, flair, and all out extravagence.
A thick, massive fur rug was sprawled across the tent ground. And visitors were required to remove their boots before entering. Two armed guards made sure that recruits or civillians were unarmed when they visited the commander. Inside, a handsome oak desk was laid toward the oppposite wall from the entrance flap. On either side were more animal skins, tusks, exotic weapons, jeweled and finely made. The commander was just seeing off a pair of beautiful women when Duncan arrived inside.
"Serale, as you were", Orlando waved when Duncan saluted, "you must be new." He smiled broadly before making his way behind his desk and sat facing the newcomer. The commander was a fine-looking fellow with an air of aristocracy more than that of a mercenary. Perhaps hunting, killing, and 'protecting' made him that way. He had sleek brown hair which he died neatly ina ponytail. He donned only a hard leather cuirass with a chainmail shirt and leggings.
"Wilderness patrol, hmm?" Orlando then snatched a nearby bound tome filled with parchment and flipped casually through it. "Ah, here. Right. You begin in four candlemarks. Meeting place is outside the city gates. Led by Captain Norris. Any questions? If not, I trust that you can see your way out ..."
Secrets :
OoC: post a new thread in Nexus Prime's wilderness PM me the link.
ooc: mmm... ok, sorry I wasn't here earlier then. And yes, In the future I will be glad to be dragged to Jaedaxia for a nice adventure whenever you want (after all, for the moment you own the Tigers, and for half an era they own my sorry ass, so I don't have much choice anyway )
IC:
Duncan's first impression of the falsely aristocratic commander was a very poor one. The individual and his behavior were a great disappointment to the son of veteran soldier of the imperial legions. For a second Duncan considered playfully how would Orlando have fared in the old times of Faustus Barnevile, Red Wolf of Carmelyn. Reaching the conclusion that the man would not have lasted one single real battle, at least not as he was now. Of course, the new recruit of the Tigers was smart enough, and careful enough, not to let any such feelings show.
He approached the tent carrying his weapons, as he was not keen on leaving them lying around the camp. Yet he handled them to the guards as soon as he was asked. He saluted the pompous commander expressionlessly and nodded slightly when the man indicated his opinion that he was a new recruit.
"Thank you, sir! No questions, sir! Yes I can, sir!" - Answered Duncan martially, carefully registering at the same time the place and time of the meeting, as well as the name of his commanding officer, hoping that he would be an actual warrior, unlike present figures. He saluted once again in his way out, taking his claymore and knife at the entrance of the tent, once again, and setting way to his firs assignment.
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See you in Jaedaxia next season? 
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