It is with great pride that I begin this journal regarding my time in the military, having finally left my pampered life behind me and completed my training. I can’t honestly say the experience was pleasant, my body feeling like it was kicked by a warhorse more times than I can remember (and I am quite familiar with that feeling, not pleasant), but it is certainly a worthwhile venture. It is fortunate I was easily the most fit of my family or else I’m not sure I would’ve been able to finish, though I have much to learn before I can be ready for more than a basic cavalryman position let alone anything resembling a knight. It is a good thing they allowed me to keep Donovan, there were many times I think I only did as well as I did due to the time we’ve spent together. I hope this doesn’t change.
After training we were briefly moved to fort pitchfork, where we were assigned to our squads. I am a part of Squad E, and while the name leaves much to be desired I could not be happier with those who are also a part of it.
First there are a pair of brothers, Morgan and Altrey. Morgan wields something called a pistol, though I don’t know much about such things and to me it looked more like an axe with a hollow tube. Altrey seemed to be armed with a sword I’d normally associate with a duelist, though with that cloak of his I wouldn’t be surprised to find he’s something of the sort. They carried themselves with a confidence that felt familiar to me, perhaps they are nobles themselves? They were certainly polite, though Altrey seems to be unable or unwilling to talk vocally.
Then there are a pair of elves, one dressed in a Tyresian style named Aine and another named Jos. I don’t think Jos is from Tyre, though I’m not familiar enough with elves myself so I’ll try to keep away from assumptions. I think Aine is some sort of magic user, though why a wizard has volunteered for military service is perplexing me. Perhaps a bad first impression? Jos seemed more martial, being equipped with a longbow. I can’t say i know much of their personalities yet (or the brothers’), but I think they’re good people.
Donovan is doing well as always, though during my visit to the stables there was a … situation with a rather klutzy gnome. When i first entered she was panicking over having lost a locket that was precious to her, supposedly she had slept in a stall that was then housing a warhorse and she was rather afraid to search. Of course I suppose I cant blame her for fearing a creature bred for war when you only came up to its knees. I kept the horse calm for her while she searched, fruitlessly as when she gave up and turned away it just so happened that the locket was got turned around, hanging at her back. For helping her I have apparently earned a favor that I’ll have to keep in mind.
Tomorrow we move out for our stations at the watchposts.
Today was uneventful, aside from the rather startling wake-up call by the sergeant and company and a long march. I suppose I’ll have to be prepared for such things but some sleep before marching would’ve been nice.
Footnote: Saw fire on opposite bank of Heart’s Blood during first watch. Can’t be good.
I got my first taste of real combat! Sadly it was against a wild bear that appeared from the brush with a roar before slashing me with its claws. I gave it a slash in return, but the singular blow was all I got in before Morgan used those ‘pistols’ to put it down. Perhaps next time I can get a taste of actual mounted combat, the feel of the wind in my face as my lance culls the foes of Tyre.
In any case, We took the bear with us so at least we’ll have some decent rations for our stay. That’s probably the only good part of the watchpost we’re assigned to. The last garrison didn’t take their duties seriously and there are practically no fortifications aside from the natural cliff face.
We have a lot of hard work ahead of us. I won’t be slack like the ones stationed here before.