The Walk about town Continues

[tyree]

As he gets closer to the Militia's HQ Tyree begins to hear the very familiar sounds of men drilling in the arts of war. Looking about he tries to spot a figure who matches the description and the name that he was given.

[mikethomas]

Several small groups of men wearing militia colors are being drilled. They line up in formations, moving quickly into new ones as others bark out orders. Some square off in one-on-one mock combat with wooden swords and simple shields. In the central area of the field, an orc wearing Golec's colors stands tall amongst the others. Partially due to the fact that he is taller than most humans, but mostly because the entire group is doubled over in pain, their wounds being treated by both magical and mundane medicines. Most of the group seem to be younger, inexperienced soldiers.

One particularly young soldier stands up, after his wounds are treated, and approached the orc.

"With all due respect," the young soldier yells angrily, "what am I to learn from letting you beat on us day in and day out? Shouldn't we be learning fighting techniques and formations? How am I to survive against the goblins if all I know is how to lose a fight against a better trained opponent?"

The orc stands straighter, and peers down at the young human, waiting.

"Sir," the human adds after an awkward pause.

The orc shouts out to all that can hear. "Does anyone agree with this recruit?"

There are some mumbles and grunts from other recruits, but none near as outspoken as the young soldier.

"Why would I teach you formations, when the goblin bodies will pile so thick that you can not move on the battlefield? Why would I teach you sword techniques," the orc says, as he grabs the human's hand, holding his iron sword, and plunges it into his own stomach, barely changing facial expression as it peirces his orc flesh, "when your enemy does not fear death, and will gladly fall on your blade if it means you fall on his, or even on the next goblin's blade? Why would I teach you any of this when it will not matter to you?"

Tor'gosh points to the veteran soldiers training in formation.

"They learn formations and technique because they may survive this Goblin War to fight against men, when those techniques may be of use. My job is not to train you to be a good soldier. My job is to train you to be a warrior, so that you might survive the coming battles against goblins. After I'm finished with that, you can learn your precious formations."

Tor'gosh waves off the healers that come to assist him with his wound, and pulls the sword out of his stomach. The young soldiers eyes are filled with fear, and he falls and stumbles backwards.

"If you do not embrace the chaos of the coming battle, you will be consumed by it. The goblins will break your lines by building tunnels beneath you faster than you could walk the same distance, and you will cower in fear, as you do now. Your technique will mean nothing in the end, when you are so overwhelmed by their shear numbers they care not for defense."

With that, the orc sits down on a nearby bench and pulls out a small medical kit, and begins to sew up his wound.

[tyree]

Tyree watched as the display came to its conclusion and the Orc, who most undoubtedly was Tor'gosh knowing his luck. As the stunned warriors came closer to where he was standing Tyree leaned in and said something to the shook man that garnered him a smile and a nod. That one would be alright he thought as he turned back to watch the green skin so casually sow himself back up.

Taking a breath to steal himself he started walking forward to were the Paladin sat tending his wound. He studied the follower of Golec as he approached taking the sight in. He was definitely the biggest orc that he had ever seen, that wasn't saying much as Tyree had never really seen that many of the species. Larger than an average human yes and more muscled, definitely more muscled. Tyree had met a few followers of Golec in his time and he found them interesting. Walking up to the busy Drill instructor the mage waited until he was noticed. Coming to parade rest he held his staff behind his back parallel to the ground. When the paladin looked up, "Tyree reporting sir, Master Aelorn said you may have some use for me."

[mikethomas]

Tor'gosh looks at the newcomer, his face not showing any particular emotion.

"Master Aelorn you said? It's not everyday he sends someone to talk to me, and so far they've all been of a different stock than the usual conscripts and volunteers we usually get. What are your skills and have they been tested in battle? I understand many like to keep this kind of information secret, though I don't understand it, so we can talk in private if need be."

[tyree]

Looking about him at one of the training dummies not currently being beaton upon the ex-farmer reaches into his satchel and produces a glass vile looking at Tor'gosh he throws it at the dummy which very quickly proceeds to be engulfed in flames. "I just most recently came into that but i have also been told i have a gift for the more offensive forms of magic. Also recently come too. However" he grinned "I served in the Kings Fourth Foot Regiment, part of the shield wall you see. I can weild a sword without stabbing myself in the foot, but barely or so my seargant said. And I have a few other usefull abilities."

[mikethomas]

"Interesting," the orc says with a smile, "then I will most certainly have work for you at some point. I doubt you'll be moving and training with the rank and file soldiers here, but Lord Gaverek sometimes has jobs for me, and I am not above asking for help. When that time comes, I'll look for you."

[tyree]

Smiling "Can do sir just let me know when and where. If that is all i have some Business with Reginald at the tavern. Good day Sir."