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| Joint Military Exercises [GH0505] |
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- Sponsor: Adventurer's Guild
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- Location: Gelderholm City
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| Objectives: |
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- Report to the Gelderholm barracks.
- Conduct a patrol exercise with the dwarven military.
- Demonstrate competency in a military environment.
- Perform a satisfactory job.
| We don't got the luxury of time, but I'm in charge of you new recruits.
I don't care what kind of place you came from, but you listen to my orders here.
My orders, you hear me? If I tell you attack, then you attack.
Don't be that goddamn idiot who fires an arrow without the signal.
And by the Balrog's Breath, don't fling those fireballs senselessly like an idiot.
The tunnels are fragile, and you never know when there's gas in the rock.
If you cause an explosion, you'll bury all of us alive!
Forget the hydra — you'll get us all killed first! |
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"Watery reporting in." Watery said to the recruiter in front of her. Seeing that a lot of the quest in the board required her to pass this one, she took this one first after she arrived at Gelderholm. Since the requester did not care about her background, she guessed that the requester just wanted her to be molded to what the requester wanted. Thus, she set herself to listen.
"Alright. Your number is 7, and your squad is 422. Next one please." The man said, as he handed her a plain dog tag. Did she have to wear it all the time? Seeing the cue for her dismissal, she left.
It was awkward when she was the only one wearing a dress in this place. She couldn't wear the dog tag or anything in her water form, thus she assumed the ice form and wore the dress she had and her dog tag. Seeing that her ice form was barefoot, perhaps she had to rectify that in the future. For now, she had to search the place she was assigned.
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"Alright, you maggots! I want you to do a patrol exercise! The army has no need of someone who cannot follow orders! So, if you fail to heed my command just one time, you are failed without question. is that understood?"
The people around her responded, "Sir, yes sir!"
"First command! No talking among yourself, except when asked by your superior!" the man said. "Now, this man," he pointed at the man at his left, "will follow us from the back. If you are passed by him, consider yourself to fail right then and there! While marching, you will not look anywhere but the front except when ordered, is that understood?"
"Yes sir!"
"Now, form three columns among you in 30 seconds, one! two! three! ..."
They did. The first three in the front quickly formed three column by themselves. The others were aligning themselves to the first three. As she was on the second row, she had aligned herself to the one in front of her. She glanced at her side, trying to find out if she was aligned horizontally.
"Time's up! Now, follow me! Onwards!"
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She got to admit, hearing the man in the back calling those numbers, then giving the verdict that they were eliminated was an effective way to create a tension among them. She was almost at the forefront, thus she knew the distance between the front and the commander was slim, and they could not actually increase their pace. Yet, each time the man called, it would be followed by the increase of the sound of footstep from her back.
Fifteen minutes after the march started, they had to synchronize their step. The commander said that when after two minutes he could hear a footstep that was out of place, they would all fail the exercise. The one on the forefront synchronized their footsteps with the commander. Then, she followed suit. She hoped that the one would be able to get the cue from the front, and synchronized theirs. Slowly, the sound of synchronized footstep became louder. After the cadence became clearer, it was not long before everyone followed suit.
"Alright, stop!"
they all stopped. The one on her back pushed her slightly when the man said that. Since no one was calling that person, she guessed that that mistake was allowed.
"In front of us, you will encounter kobold habitat. Now, prepare your weapon!"
she created her ice lance.
"Kobold in Gelderholm are known for their tinkering ability. Those who have fought kobolds before, raise your hand."
She didn't know how many raised their hand behind her, but of the three in front of her, only one did.
"Now, to those who have raised their hand, abandon the experience of fighting that kobold. You must be aware of your surrounding at all times! One hit from the kobold traps, your leg will be amputated. Do you want that?"
no one answered. she guessed that the prospect of fighting kobold seem harder with that traps. Not to mention, the guild have stated that the medicine in gelderholm was in short supply. Seeing that one mistake could spell their end to their adventurer career, no one commented.
"Another thing. The kobold is the one we consider low rank in the threat you may face here. So, it will be harder from here on. If you are aware of that, now we march forward. Pay attention to your surrounding. If you see your comrade going to be hit by that trap, try to save them. You are no longer required all order from before. Those who are ready to face the kobolds, move forward. This is not graded, so if you want to stay back, you can do so."
If the problem was only that leg amputation, the risk to herself was low. Thus, she moved forward. When the commander closed the chance to join, only fifteen from those forty or so were in front of with her.
"Follow me. Pay attention to the ground, the ceiling and the wall."
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Seven among the fifteen fell. Some of them were grazed by a poisoned arrow, and they suddenly collapsed. Some of them had been killed by the flame when the lantern fell and hit the oil underneath them. If it wasn't for her unique body, she would have been counted as one of the casualties. She lost count on how many arrows were launched from the wall. She lost count when spikes suddenly came out. One of the spikes pierced through her body and destroyed her body and dress. After she recovered, she ended up with a ruined dress.
Even with their precaution, the Kobolds had created their fortification well. When the kobolds saw them, those kobolds immediately retreated. The commander quickly commanded them to not pursue those kobolds, and for with the capability of ranged attack to use them. He himself took out his bow and begin to attack the retreating Kobolds.
"If you are fighting against kobolds, attacking from long range is your best bet. Of course, the kobolds also have their long range capability. In fact, in Gelderholm long range attacker is the type of kobold you will encounter most often. Their crossbow can easily punch through armor. Their arrows are poisoned. They utilize the darkness well, and if you continue to use torch in this place, you will die because of the poisoned air caused by your torches."
The amount of kobolds that were felled by their group was only four. No one dared to hastily advance, and the commander ordered them to go back.
as they returned, the commander said, "I have one last order. Survive and fight."
"sir, yes sir." they all chorused.
