I've always liked being up before everyone else in the morning. It's cool, and quiet. Gives you time to think, without all the noise the camp makes come dawn. Gives you time to get things done, without worrying about what other people need from you. Right now, I'm polishing my boots.
When I first joined the army, my teacher was this older fellow, grizzled and grumpy. I think everyone knows someone like that in their lives. He used to say "A proper soldier takes care of his kit. His kit is more important than he is. Before he sleeps, he checks his kit, before he eats, he checks his kit. Recruits that dont keep their kit in good order tend to die."
We're back in the hills now, chasing some lowlife bandits. Its wet, and ther's mud everywhere. Impossible to keep a formation when you're sliding all over the place. Best part is, we can't even seem to find the bastards. That mage back at camp waved his arms around, mutterd some nonsense, and told us where to look for the cave these rats are hiding in.
We get out here, and there's no cave, no bandits. Nothing but muck and bugs and trees and-
What was that?
UNDER FIRE MOVE GET INTO COVER FIND YOUR TEAM FIND YOUR SHIELD FIND YOUR FALLBACK GET INTO COVER UNDER FIRE
Damned Rats came out of nowhere, and now we're pinned down. Only two down, and not lethally, but we're under a hail of arrows and ther's no way out of this little ditch we're trapped in. They make these shields of ours strong, but it can only take so much before it breaks.
We're moving forward now, and the damned mud is in our boots again. Its up to our knees seems like and its making it damned hard to hold the line, to keep our shield's between us and the Rat's arrows.
Aw crap, I've slipped
Im reaching out now, taking my little pendant of Red Knight and wishing we had made a better battle plan before we got ourselves into this mess. Wishing for a lot of things right now, like maybe Tempus himself will come down and squash those damned Rats and maybe I'll make it home to see my-
Gods but that was a loud noise, what was that, thunder?
The arrows have stopped now, and I cant hear the Rats. Smells like smoke. Huh, funny, the mud's all dried up, when did that happen
We get up, and there's nothing left of the Rats but ashes, and standing about a hundred feet back is that mage, looking just as clean and unbothered as he ever does. He's putting something away and talking to the commander. I cant believe we made it out of that one.
You know, I've always liked being up before everyone else in the morning. It's cool, and quiet. Gives you time to think, without all the noise the camp makes come dawn. Gives you time to get things done, without worrying about what other people need from you. Right now, I'm thinking maybe I could learn to do what that mage did.