I find myself with something of a reprieve after surviving what passes for basic training in the human military. I can’t really say anything too ill about it, but I will admit that the odor that clings to the recruits did assault my nose and I even found my own rank scent rather unpleasant. Regardless I did seem to make plenty of friends amongst my basic group. Perhaps spending the time to get to know and make friends will pay off in the future, not that it was done for any personal gain.
The trip down to Fort Pitchfork was pleasant enough. I enjoyed stretching my legs outside the confines of these border outposts. The trip was tiring, but the fresh air was quite welcome.
I have been assigned my squad; squad E. We will have to earn ourselves a more inspiring name! From what I can tell I’ve gotten quite lucky in my assignment. Each of these beings seems to have been molded from a different standard to the typical volunteer. That’s not to speak ill of the volunteers, but more a compliment on this group’s quality. It does make me somewhat curious and suspicious as to who assigned us all to the group.
There is a brother pair, one a wielder of powdered guns of all things and another that makes use of a crossbow and blade. Another seems to be a horseman warrior. Perhaps he is seeking to become a knight? The last is a fellow elf! She dresses in the human styles of this land, however. So far I have walked carefully into being too nosy about her past, despite my curiosity. We will all depend upon each other for our lives in the future and I wish to make the best possible impression.
We have been assigned the second to last outpost. I can only surmise that we will find quite a bit of activity that far out into the wilderness, bordering the monster infested lands to the east. So far the trip has been strange to me. There has been some shadowing of our journeying group, but what seems an urchin and some other more furtive groups. One group claimed to have gone out to make water, but something seemed off about them. Do men travel in packs to relieve themselves?
Also along the journey we noticed some four span wide drag marks on the opposing bank of the river. It doesn’t bode particularly well in my estimation. I find it worrying. It could be a boat or a very large river creature from what I can tell. Do orcs ride in boats?
We came upon a bear protecting its territory while traveling. I am ashamed to say that we ended up slaying the poor beast. I cannot judge too harshly as the humans’ ways are not my own. In the end it may have been best to finish it off once it was injured, but I don’t know that there are too many innocents that call this area their home. Perhaps an injured maddened bear would have taken a lot of orcs with it. I am conflicted, but did act to help my troop mates. I will have to think upon the matter.
We arrive, finally, at our post! To say that the tower has seen better days is to be overly kind. The place is in poor disrepair and I am thankful that part of my basic training amongst the humans was in basic camp preparation and repair or I would find myself less than comfortably useful. Still, it might be obvious my hands aren’t exactly used to manual labors. Thankfully I am blessed to be an exceedingly quick study and I shouldn’t have too much trouble making myself useful in repairs.
The arcane tomes I have brought with me are coming into clearer focus the more I study them. I have made use of all this travel and what free time I have had to study them. I think very soon I will be casting my first spells. I am optimistic and can see the path of the Ildurae Maelen ((making up an elfy order of arcane archers here…adjust as necessary)) clearly before me.