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The Farillian War | ||||
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06:38:45 Jun 27th 08 - Prince Bertilius Septim II:
[[OOC: This isn't a joinable thing, this is a story...]] Warriors are not born, they are made. The Farillian War Gaius Erus sat in his home, it was small, but large enough for him. He had no wife, no children, his father had died twenty years before in battle, and his mother had died two years after. Gaius needed no friends, no family, he had learned to rely on himself, nobody else. He looked out his window to see soldiers marching by. Gaius laughed. "They always have something to fight about...", he muttered before making breakfast. -Two months later- Gaius sat in a tavern, a glass of water in his hand. He refused to drink anything that clouded his thinking and took away his ability to walk straight. He heard the tavern door open and turned his head around to see a man in the uniform of a Belivian Captain. "I am Captain Hosvalt, I have come to take every able man to join the Belivian Army, if you do not join, you will be imprisoned", said the Captain. "At the rate the war has been going for you, I'm sure that prison is the better choice!" yelled a patron before throwing a tankard at the Captain. The Captan turned and walked towards the patron, he then grabbed him and threw him to the ground. "Have you no respect for the King? The Kingdom? Be greatful you aren't in Faril! I hear they execute people for not being loyal! Would you rather have that?" The Captain turned to the other patrons. "All of you, I want your names, and if I don't see you at Fort Honor tomorrow, you will be marked as deserters!", yelled the Captain. Gaius sighed, got up from his stool, and approached the Captain. "I am Gaius Erus...", said Gaius. "I expect to see you tomorrow, Erus", said the Captain before taking down another man's name. Gaius walked out of the tavern and turned around, after making a rather rude gesture with his hand he walked off towards his house. | ||||
07:46:55 Jun 27th 08 - Prince Bertilius Septim II:
The next day, Gaius woke up and made breakfast, he ate and began packing his belongings into a small brown sack. He packed his clothes and a mirror. He then buckled his grandfather's old steel dagger. The dagger was of old design, with decorations engraved in the hilt and a cracked ruby set in the pommel. It was probably the only thing of value Gaius owned, and even it was not very valuable. Gaius then walked out the front door and began the short walk to Fort Honor. Gaius walked towards the fort, he noticed that not many of the patrons had arrived, and he knew that not many would arrive, because at least three quarters of them had given false names. Gaius walked through the front gate and waited fifteen minutes until finally, Captain Hosvalt arrived. "Well, Evus?" asked the Captain. "Erus", said Gaius. "Yes, Erus, welcome to Fort Honor", the Captain turned to face the five others that had arrived, "I am Marius Hosvalt of the Belivian Army! For the next two months you will be trained to be footmen and archers. Good luck men." With that, Hosvalt walked off, and a young Private approached the group. "Follow me men", said the Private before leading the five men off to the mess hall, after eating lunch with the new recruits he showed them the training field, the armory, the officers' quarters, and finally, the barracks. Erus began resting. "Hey, with the dagger", said the soldier to his right. "Yeah?" asked Erus. "Nice dagger", said the soldier. Erus looked over. "It was my grandfather's", said Erus. "Can I see it?" asked the soldier. "Well..." "I won't take it", said the soldier. "Alright", replied Erus, he got up, drew the dagger from it's scabbard, and handed it to the soldier. The soldier examined it for a bit before looking up. "The runes are around sixty years old, probably from the Silver War", said the soldier. "What are you, a scholar?" asked Erus. "No, my grandfather was in the war as well" said the soldier before passing the dagger back, "So, what's your name?" "I am Gaius Erus, you?" asked Erus. "My name is Ernest Signum", said the soldier, "But everybody calls me Ernie." "Well, nice to meet you Ernie", said Gaius. Ernie passed the dagger back, Gaius sheathed it, and they both layed down. They played a few games of checkers, mostly ending in stalemates, before eating dinner, they then went to bed, knowing a long day of training was ahead. | ||||
07:54:23 Jun 27th 08 - Mr. Justin: i like it so far!!! a true master at stories u are septim | ||||
07:57:46 Jun 27th 08 - Sir Ernie The Orange: [Wtf am I? Chopped liver?] ._. | ||||
07:59:25 Jun 27th 08 - Mr. Justin: lol u to ernie!!!!!!! oh i posted chp 1 finally check it out u guys!!!! | ||||
08:29:07 Jun 27th 08 - Prince Bertilius Septim II:
The drill sergeant was of average height, but bulky, his body was built to withstand punishment. His hair was bald at the top. "Alright recruits! Let us begin training!" Those words marked the beginning of two months of painful training, and by the end Erus was ready for war. The training had included push-ups and situps while wearing armor, laps in heavy boots, and beatings to increase tolerance of pain. The drill sergeant rewarded recruits who showed strength, and punished those who showed weakness. The training was brutal, but it payed off, Erus was a true swordsman at the end of the two months, Ernie proved to be a great marksman. The drill sergeant was proud of them both. The Farillians had adapted to survival in their jungle, but the Belivians hadn't. The first Belivian soldiers to arrive had been defeated within two weeks, as their armor and weapons had rusted. The Farillians used a special coating on their arms and armor to prevent rust, and soon the Belivians found out the secret. The Farillians also knew the jungle better, which proved a massive disadvantage for the Belivians, who were used to open grasslands and woodland. Erus hated the jungle, he hated the Farillians, and he hated the rain. He sat in a small wooden fort with Ernie sitting in front of him. A checker board was on the table. Erus double jumped Ernie, but Ernie triple jumped Erus. Erus then moved his king into position, and Ernie was trapped, but Erus couldn't jump him. After five long minutes of fighting, the reinforcements finally arrived. The enemies, attacked from both sides, retreated back into the jungle. The day had been won, but the war was far from over. | ||||
09:04:58 Jun 27th 08 - Prince Bertilius Septim II:
Major Nullus called Erus into his quarters, the room was small, but nice. Nullus was old for a soldier, at sixty-two years old. In his day, he was a good soldier, but in his old age, he was an even better commander. | ||||
23:10:26 Jun 28th 08 - Prince Bertilius Septim II:
Septim walked through the jungle, his hand ready to grab his dagger, his three men walking with him. They didn't wear iron or steel because it gave off noise, they wore custom leather armor. Septim knew they were getting close to the enemy fort. So he told his men to stop. Septim peeked around a corner and saw two guards, one was sitting in a chair sharpening his sword, the other was on patrol. The patrolling guard approached Septim's hiding place and Septim grabbed his mouth around the corner, he pulled him back and held his dagger to the enemy's throat. | ||||
18:06:33 Jun 30th 08 - Prince Bertilius Septim II:
Erus returned to the base with Gorris, Antonis, and Ernie. Gorris was taken immediately to the infirmary. Erus stood by him, as was his duty as the leader of their unit. Erus sat by Gorris's bed. A large bandage was wrapped diagonally around his head, covering his missing ear. The stump that once held his leg was well bandaged. Major Nullus walked in and stood beside Erus. "Erus. His leg and ear will save thousands of men, you must've been a damn good leader to get everybody out alive", said Nullus as he walked over to the window. Erus laughed, "A good leader? A good leader would've gotten his men out with their bodies intact!" "This is w*beep*rgeant, men die in war. He's lucky it isn't his head that is chopped off", said Nullus, "He's got both arms and one leg, the other can be replaced. He can still live a normal life, but, he won't be a soldier anymore..." "We got the maps, here", said Erus as he handed the maps to Nullus. "Good work soldier, get some rest...he's fine here", said Nullus before leaving. Gorris was sent home with a Medal of Valnus, he recieved a large enough pension to live a decent life from the Empire. Erus completed over twenty missions for the Belivians, from rescuing prisoners to assassinating high ranking figures, every mission was a success. A man named Corvus Forlon took Gorris's place during missions, he was given the codename Pental. The war, as all wars do, eventually ended. Erus went home, where he recieved a small pension from the government. He found it hard to adjust from the jungles and chaos of Farillia to the simple farming of his hometown, but, he got used to it. | ||||
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