Winter. Gildin Dale.
"Dorc are you paying attention?" asks Tamric Drubine the field commander.
Dorc da Orc who is standing there scratching his ass, grunts in reply to the nobleborn teenager from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin.
The young field commander goes back to pointing at the map, and says "You'll head out west, taking both the trail and the road that goes out that way" he follows on with "Until you finally get out of the forest".
Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by those who know him well.
Continues with "Then you'll head cross country for the most part, until you join the western coast road".
The nobleborn teen who is a senior officer in the armies of Farque, then says "You'll follow that north until you get to the small coastal town of Halmard" he then adds "That's where you'll be based for the last bit of training".
Sir Percavellé Lé Dic says "Jolly good" as he nods his head to what field commander Drubine has just told them.
Meanwhile the heavily armoured knight's bitter rival, the ork general Dorc, just grunts again.
Against his better judgement, Tamric Drubine is sending the two of them along with the first group of recruits to the town of Halmard.
The northern most settlement on the coast of the lands Farque. Infact it's right on the border with the unruled lands to the north.
He looks at the nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic, and the ork warleader from the southern polar region of the world.
And says to the two bitter rivals "It should take you three or four days to get to the coast" who then adds "Five at the most depending on the weather".
As it's been snowing for the last few days here in Gildin Dale and the surrounding forest.
Light snow, but constant. A late winter snow storm that sees the forest in places blanketed with snow.
"Us" says the young field commander referring to himself and some of the other instructors here in the town of Gildin Dale.
"Will be taking the second, third and fourth groups to other towns and villages down the coast, where they'll complete their training for the winter" adds the son and former heir of a previous knight of castle Drubine, which is located in the forested north of the kingdom of Sarcrin.
The senior officer in the armies of Farque after pointing at the written orders that sir Percavellé Lé Dic and Dorc da Orc will take with them.
Which the former paladin pays interest to. While his bitter rival, the ork warleader pays absolutely no interest to, what so ever.
Though both he and the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic, do pay interest to what Tam is saying.
When the nobleborn teenager originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin tells them "Sir Morcin will probably check on you out there" followed by "If not, then Axe might".
The heavily armoured knight and the ork weaponsmith look to where the undead wardog is lying in a corner of the room, apparently asleep by the looks of it.
Infact Axe is wide awake as he doesn't need to sleep at all. He's feigning sleep, and is actually listening to what's being discussed at the table.
They're in the largest of the four homes on the northeast corner of town.
That this winter, has housed the four groups of teenage army recruits in their time here in the forest town of Gildin Dale.
They're in the main room of the house. Discussing the plans for tomorrow. When the former earl of Lé Dic and the warleader of the ork race.
Will take the first group of teenage recruits on a journey out to the west coast of the lands Farque.
To complete their winter training. As officially there's only a couple of weeks of winter left.
Though with the current snow that's falling at the moment. Winter might go a little bit longer this year, here in the northwest of the nation of Farque.
The former paladin glances sideways at his bitter rival the ork weaponsmith. And hopes the big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world gets lost when they head out to the coast.
For his part, Dorc da Orc isn't even thinking about his longtime rival.
He's just wondering what he can catch and kill on their way to the coast. Hopefully something rather delicious.
He's also hoping the undead wardog Axe doesn't come along with them too.
As the massive canine is bound to eat whatever the large ork might kill.
Just out of spite in the opinion of the ork warleader.
The bitter rivals, too similar for their own good. Not that they'll admit it to anyone, let alone themselves.
Both grunt when field commander Drubine tells them "Once out in Halmard the recruits will train out on the ocean, as well as go on patrols" followed by "Up to the border and back" he then adds "There's a garrison out there, so they'll get first hand experience at how patrols are done".
At the prospect of going out on the ocean, Dorc da Orc scowls, then he grunts when Tam says to him "Don't worry Dorc, you won't have to go out in the ocean while you're there".
The senior officer in the armies of Farque, who is in command of the training the teenage recruits are going through while based here in the town of Gildin Dale this winter.
Says to both the large ork and the heavily armoured knight "Remember you're there to assess the recruits, to see how well they're doing with their various training exercises".
"Quite true, wot" says sir Percavellé Lé Dic, or Percy as more often than not, he's called by those who know him well.
That earns him a glare from the ork general, who thinks the former paladin is nothing but a blow hard.
Who talks too much, and too often. Who needs to shut up. Preferably with an axe, to the face. In the opinion of the warleader of the ork race.
The son of the previous matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks. Looks out one of the front windows in the house.
Through the glass window, the large ork who is a general in the armies of Farque.
Sees the teenage recruits of the first group out in the falling snow in the courtyard between the four houses, that are essentially the barracks for the four groups of teenage army recruits, living and training here in the town of Gildin Dale this winter.
The teenagers of the first group, who are from right across the northwestern Farque. Are sparring this morning with their swords.
And in the more than two and half months of winter they've been here in Gildin Dale.
Dorc da Orc, or Dorkindle which is his actual given name. Can clearly see the marked improvement of the teenage recruits, now compared to the start of winter when they first arrived here in Gildin Dale.
Even those recruits with little experience in using a sword at the start of winter.
Are way more accomplished with their weapons. To the experienced eye of the ork general.
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world looks at Tam, as the young field commander tells him and the former earl of Lé Dic "I'll come by after you've been in Halmard for a few days".
The nobleborn teenager originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin continues with "To check on the recruits progress out there" followed silently in a dry tone with, and to make sure you two raving idiots haven't killed one another.
Field commander Drubine then goes over the various patrols the teenage recruits sent out to the coastal town of Halmard, are made to do by the garrison commander out there.
Both Percy and Dorkindle find that they too will have to go out on patrol with the first group of recruits.
The member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che isn't too particularly enamoured with the idea of that.
Though he does nod as he listens to the senior officer in the armies of Farque.
While the ork general absolutely hates the idea of going out on patrol with the teenagers of the first group of recruits.
And is already figuring out ways how he can get out of going out on patrol with the ten teenage army recruits of the first group, once they're out on the coast, in the town of Halmard.
After discussing things with sir Percavellé Lé Dic and Dorc da Orc.
Tamric Drubine the field commander makes his way outside to observe the teenage recruits out in the courtyard.
After a while, the nobleborn teen calls a halt to their sparring. And has the first group come inside so he can talk to them.
Once inside, Tam sees that both the heavily armoured knight and the ork general have taken off. And so has Axe the undead wardog.
The senior officer in the armies of Farque slightly shakes his head. Then he looks at the group of teenage recruits. And starts explaining to them what they'll be doing from tomorrow morning.
Dorc da Orc has hurried to the house that Tamric Drubine shares with Saanea the witch.
Well, to be exact, the woodshed behind the house the two young lovers live in.
The woodshed houses the large ork's supply of booze. And he wants to make sure he's got enough for the journey out to the coast, and the town of Halmard.
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world also hopes he can get something to drink out in Halmard too.
Maybe something a little different than all the ale and wine he's been drinking here in Gildin Dale this winter.
The ork weaponsmith scowls as he smells that his bitter rival the former earl of Lé Dic has made his way to the house next door, that he lives in with Shur Kee the monk.
The ork general who rather hopes the nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic wanders off in the journey to the coast, and gets himself lost.
Looks sharply to his right. And finds the undead wardog Axe at the edge of the yard, standing there looking at him.
After clearing his throat, Dorc da Orc says "Nice doggy" to the massive canine.
The large ork then quickly closes the woodshed, as he doesn't want the wardog getting any ideas of taking his booze.
The warleader of the ork race wouldn't put it past Axe to drink his storage of alcohol.
Dorkindle knows from experience that the Farqian wardogs will eat and drink just about anything.
The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks shoots a glance in the direction of Axe, and sees the massive animal walk away.
The large ork breathes a sigh of relief. And once again hopes that the undead wardog doesn't come along with them to the coast, and the town of Halmard.
Looking out the back window in the kitchen of the house he shares with Shur Kee the monk.
Sir Percavellé Lé Dic spots the undead wardog Axe walk by through the backyard.
The nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic almost takes an involuntary step back when Axe turns his head, and looks directly at him as he walks by.
The former earl of Lé Dic, which is his family's fief in the east of his homeland of Druvic. Lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding.
Then once Axe is out of sight, the nobleborn knight looks away to the left, into the yard behind the house next door, where field commander Drubine lives with Saanea the witch.
The member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che scowls as he spots his bitter rival Dorc da Orc walk away from the woodshed in that yard.
The former paladin who over the winter has had thoughts of burning down the woodshed that the large ork stores all his alcohol in.
But thought better of it, as he knows he'll get in trouble if he did. As it's pretty obvious he'd be the culprit if was set alight.
Shakes his head, and looks in disgust as the ork warleader wanders off, scratching his fat ass as he does so.
"Filthy beast" mutters sir Percavellé Lé Dic as his bitter rival walks out of view.
The former paladin who definitely hopes the large ork gets lost when they head out to the coast, and the town of Halmard where they'll spend the last part of winter training the teenage recruits, in particular the first group.
Makes his way from the kitchen, and heads to his room, here in the house he's shared with Shur Kee the monk this winter in the town of Gildin Dale.
The nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic checks on all of his weapons and equipment. Which he will take with him out to the coast of the lands Farque.
The former earl of Lé Dic, who is still bitterly disappointed at the loss of his sword of knockdown earlier in the winter. Which was eaten by the undead wardog Axe.
Makes sure that all his weapons are accounted for. And that they're all in working order.
Percy slightly smiles to himself as he looks at his array of weapons, some that are fairly new, and others he's had for many years.
"I might need them all, wot" the former paladin murmurs to himself as he thinks about the upcoming journey out to the coast.
Tamric Drubine the field commander looks at the recruits of the first group who he's informed them of what they'll be doing from tomorrow morning.
"Any questions?" asks the nobleborn teenager who hails from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin.
It's the potential ranger, and in the opinion of Tam, future officer, the recruit Hamblin who speaks up, and says "And the general and the knight will be coming with us?".
"They will be" replies the young field commander, who continues on with "They'll come along to keep an eye on you lot".
By the looks on the faces of the ten teenagers in the first group. Tamric Drubine can see that they think they'll be ones keeping an eye on the ork general and the nobleborn knight, not the other way round.
Which isn't far from the truth, the senior officer in the armies of Farque dryly thinks to himself.
The son and former heir of a previous knight of castle Drubine, which can be found in the forested north of the kingdom of Sarcrin.
Then tells the recruits of the first group "I shouldn't expect any trouble with your journey out to the coast" Tam then silently adds, well i hope not . . . . . .
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