“We move for the hills.” This story derived from the Shuffles Of The Generals And The Troops Progression. The men and women in this story are apart of Garth Viduggla’s Army, The Owl’s Talon. The Army is still on the lookout for new recruits! Beware: This is long. Early March, 306 A.C. Previously, the Generals of the Imperial has forced the Elven menaced down into the Elven Moors and Inner Elf Lands with sheer numbers. Later, the force would be more than cut in half for the Synod’s army. Garth Viduggla, General of The Owl’s Talon, found himself to be apart of the select few who lost their armies entirely for the time being, and decided to take his men to the army of Ardige Viduggla to aid in his efforts. The men within the ranks of the army faced poor consequences due to the cutting of the amount of army on the Elven lands. The Elves gained more bravery upon outnumbering the Regalian Soldiers two to one, which in turn lead to the locals sabotaging the supply lines to the armies. The men of General Ardige Viduggla’s army were low of supplies, and had to deal with the newly emboldened locals. “Wha’- There’s no more potato soup?” Questioned the Claith Sergeant, Shane Marth. He would be found within a small tent with the role of rations- He frowned at the lack of potato flavored soup. A voice soon called out to Shane, from a young Velheim with deep blonde hair. He sat a group of relative similar men- Oddly enough, the Sergeant remembered the man from the previous march. “Claith probably ate all of the potatoes in his sleep t’night before this!” He called out, followed by a few hardy laughs from the men at the table with him. Shane let out a huff to that, before speaking out to them. “I’d watch tha’ mouth before I shut it like those Typhonus did ‘forehand.” The statement was followed by a low murmur, before the young Velheim rose from his seat with a risen brow. “.. Oh really? Shall we take this outside, then?” The Claith then exchanger a nod with the man, before exiting the tent with him. As the two moved towards the sparring pits, a yell came out from a nearby barrack, to which the two men paid no attention to. “Get your lethargic a** up, soldier!” Bellowed the Corporal, Sylvia Astri. She looked to the figure within the confines of the bed’s sheets- A young Velheim boy, with deep brown hair and dull blue eyes. With a huff, the Feer-Drakken shook the man in bed, “Drink an entire barrel of ale, soldier? Get the f*** up!”. Private Frejnir Viduggla emitted a groan as he was awoken by the woman- He had indeed had too much to drink the night before. “.. Why can’t t’pointy ear ones just.. stop.” Frejnir spent his time fraternizing with the lower common levies, challenging them to drinking and mud wrestling competitions deep into the night. With a final shake from the Corporal, the Private rose from his bedding with a yawn, stretching his arms. He shooed Sylvia from his barracks to dress, nabbing a letter from his wife, Nadia Viduggla. He took a moment to read over it, before smiling and setting it down once more, “Now I f***in’ know how Garth feels with Raina, agh.” The young Viduggla then sluggishly exited the barracks, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight, as he spotted Sylvia once more- At the training dummies. With an overly exaggerated groan, Frejnir ambled over to the area to begin his morning training. Upon his walk there, Frejnir gazed to his right, peering to the nearby medical tent- He noticed rather angry Ithanian, Ceardian mutt of a woman speaking to a nurse. Raina Viduggla, the Major of the Medical Personnel in the army, would be found with a frown plastered upon her features and furrowed brows as the young Nurse read off their amount of medical supplies. The camp still had a rather moderate amount, although the certain area was low on numbing agents as the rowdy, young Velheims had a rather energetic party the night before. “.. That much, oui?” Questioned the Major, who received a nod from the nurse. She then huffed, stomping her foot upon the floor before moving along, stopping near a man confined to a medical bed- He had a cast upon his entire right arm. The man, who looked to be in his early thirties, shot Raina a small smile before raising the arm. Raina narrowed his eyes to the arm, before moving her gaze to his face, “.. And what did you do, mm?”. The man returned the questioned a small chuckle before waving the arm a moment, “Bears are pretty tough, m’lady. I fought it valiantly.” The young nurse then walked by, offering the man the stink eye for second, “.. He tried climbing a tree.” Raina responded to that with a small snort, before moving along to continue her check up upon other men. Raina could a distinct noise as she moved along, something the lines of a instrument- A lute. Private Benjamin Journey would be found playing just the instrument, indeed. He had found himself a recently cut tree, standing himself upon the trunk as he chose to give the men of a camp a quick song to lift spirits. He would be a solid three minutes into the song, nearing the end, before a rather nasally voice rang out to disrupt the music, “Yeah, look at t’oh so glorious bard go! I surely requested this! Pah, mutt!” Benjamin paused his music, gazing to the man as the Velheim, namely a Viduggla levy, had turned in annoyance and walked off. “.. Yeah! Yeah, mutt!” Benjamin exclaimed, namely to no one in particular, before gazing at the blonde haired man, namely Sergeant Renae d’Soleil, march towards the stump. “We’re off on a.. Journey, Benjamin! Get it? Ah- We’re taking horses out to nearby scouts!” The fellow mutt motioned the Private along, as the two left from the small grouping of men, towards another group of men who were readying up horses for a ride. Murmurs of half breeds to spat towards the ground, eyes in the direction of the two. As Renae gazed about, he noticed a commandment tent, within in Commissioned officers, or non-commissioned of higher command. Sergeant Major Inkeri Arud stood at the table, both hands pressed against the table as she gazed to it. On the table, lay sprawled a large map of the area, on it were small pins and markings to point out certain supply routes known to be cut, small towns, and whatnot. “.. Perhaps we-” “No.” She was cut off by the General of the Army as a whole, Ardige Viduggla. “We lack men, we cannot try anything in the area you’re pointing to. They will attempt to come that way.” The General let out an light huff, looking over to the amount of troops on the land as a whole. “Cut more than double in size...how are we meant to do anything.”. Avynn Ignace looked up to the General, opening to her mouth to speak, “Maybe we sh-” “Private.” Inkeri looked over to Avynn, offering a squint- Followed by a shake of her head. Avynn closed her eyes for a moment, before nodding as she remained silent. The right hand of General Ardige, Garth Viduggla, spoke up as she placed a new pin on the map. “.. Just heard word of this being taken. Tha’ line was meant to supply us with apples, as well- Damn.” The Colonel shook his head, as he cracked a small smile to gaze upon the others in the room. “.. Check up on my cousin Frejnir, Ignace.” Avynn offered a nod, before turning on her heel to exit the tent. Inkeri Arud squinted to map, staring it down quite intensely. Ardige noticed so, speaking to her, “Staring isn’t going to help.” Inkeri took a moment to blink, “But you denied my las’-” Ardige raised a right hand upon her speech to silence it. “Because it wasn’t the greatest, Sergeant. That is all.” Inkeri offered a nod, giving a look to younger Viduggla in the room- Garth. The Colonel was scratching his beard, before leaning forward to point to marking upon the map. “.. Perhaps we settle down tha’ folks in this down with a small amount of men, they’re quite close in proximity. It could pose a nasty little threat if they like what tha’ reports say.” Ardige gave a nod to the proposition, motioned for Inkeri to head for the door. “Find a Sergeant, send him off.” Inkeri exchanged a nod with Ardige and Garth both upon the command, before exiting the tent. General Ardige gazed Garth, who was looking about himself, “Garth, what is it you are looking for?” Garth snapped his attention to Ardige, cracking a light grin. “.. Jus’- Looking for your friendly fella Francis, is all. I wanted some ale.” Ardige returned the statement was a faint quirk of a smile for only a moment as he gazed to the map once more. He paused a moment, before speaking. “How’s that cousin of Eske’s?” Berdalf Ulmaerr, a Corporal within the ranks of the army, looked to the plate of food he had. A low amount of everything- A half slab of meat, a cup full of potatoes, and a half cup of beans. He furrowed his brow at the low amount of food, looking to the food distributor of the tent- Camilla Viduggla. She pursed her lips as she gazed to Berdalf, offering a shrug. “.. All you get, bud. Sorry.” Berdalf emitted a low groan, moving for a empty seat to start on his meal. Frejnir Viduggla and Sylvia Astri entered the tent, Frejnir squinting to Camilla as he moved to grab a plate. As Camilla filled his plate, he looked to his with a frown. “.. Wha’ is this- More.” Camilla shook her head. The Private Viduggla gazed to his aunt, motioned to the plate. “.. I’m a growin’ boy.” Sylvia Astri offered a snort to the remark, though was found rather surprised when Camilla gave Frejnir more- Family seemed to have gotten more, which wasn’t unexpected. The two moved to Berdalf’s table, Frejnir looking to rather large Corporals with him. “.. Why not Skagger?” The two Feer-Drakken’s offered a shrug, before moving to dig into their food. Seems they had a more serious mindset than the younger Viduggla, who in turn took his time to eat his food. “.. Camilla- This tastes like s***!” The entire tent erupted into laughter at the random outburst of the Private. Sergeant Major Inkeri Arud looked among the group of men she had gathered- The men took only a few minutes to round up once she had found a Sergeant of moderate experience. The Sergeant looked to be a burly man, easily distinguishable as a man of Feer-Drakken by the great sword upon his back. He had a bright green eyes, as his face looked to be scarred from an animal’s attack. Inkeri took a moment to look at the man, before gazing to each and every man that was gathered in front of her. “You are there to force the elves back into submission, put that report of them becoming bold to rest!” The men returned with a yell in tandem to one another, resulting in a large amount of noise emitting from that part of the camp. The men then moved off with the lead of their Sergeant, walking down the path as they began to sing in Skodje to one another. Private Avynn Ignace passed by the group, she offered Inkeri a small sneer as she passed by. She had completely forgot to check on Frejnir Viduggla, instead moving for the sparring pit instead. She peered to the two fighting within, before leaping the fence as she approached to the two. Upon seeing her, the men stopping their fight as they looked to Ignace. “.. Wha’-” She cut them off, “This Sergeant is lookin’ for a spar.” The men then nodded slowly, before the larger man shrugged and turned to move off. Avynn looked to her new opponent, a young Haagenvig levyman. He looked at Avynn, before the two started their spar. Axes clashed, grunts were emitted, and punches were thrown in the match. After quite the stalemate, Avynn would be thrown to the ground- As she was previously injured, she still had a sore spot. The men cheered for the winner, as he helped Avynn up. Shane Marth stood from the ground after gazing to the unconscious Velheimer at his feet- The one who challenged him. He wiped the blood from his nose, rubbing his right hand- Which was bleeding. The young man had put up a good fight, disarming Shane mid-fight, as the Claith then resorted to using his fists. Sergeant Marth then rubbed his left shoulder, a well placed strike from the blunted Skagger axe was sure to leave a bruise for the soldier. Zaheer Illasha emerged from his tent, having slept the entire day. He gazed about, seeing the encampment bustling with working men and women. The one eyed, man of bandage walked for the closest training session possible, quickly slipping into the lines of men to begin his work for the day. He would begin with fighting a rather large, man of Beorl- Wielding a Beorl Axe. Zaheer loosened himself, before the fight commence. The sword of Zaheer slashed, while the thuds of the Beorl axe striking the dirt could be heard for all around. With the fight heavily in Zaheer’s favor, he came out the victor in the end, sustaining only a bruise to his right shoulder. Sergeant Renae d’Soleil and Private Benjamin Journey would be found on the trails, a far ways from the camp. Renae had exited from the woods, as the men in their group called out to him, “Bet ‘e squatted t’piss, with a name like Renae- Paha!” The men erupted into laughter, as Renae simply shook his head as he moved for his horse. Although, just as the group was about to head off, a woman upon a horse came bearing a message. “Scouts in the far south report of the Elves gathering to retake their cities, and they bear the numbers, for one of us means two of them.” Renae gave the Velheimer woman a wide eyed look of shock, before looking to his men. “We ride back to t’camp, men! Private Journey, on your horse!” With that, and without hesitation, he gave the women a nod before turning his horse around to gallop off. Private Journey hastily clambered upon his horse, taking off after his Sergeant. The two, accompanied of their group of twenty men or so, rode upon the hills of Elven lands until they reached the encampment of the army of Ardige Viduggla. “We move for the coastline.” With the oncoming threat of the Elven forces, the army of Ardige Viduggla was forced to press against the coastline. Berdalf Ulfmaerr stood upon a sandhill, gazing out to the men who retreated into the treelines. It was a group of twenty or so, who then split further. They were going for a hunt for food, as the army was low of supplies. The Corporal Ulfmaerr returned back to the encampment along the hills near the coastline, taking a seat near Sergeant Major Inkeri Arud. They both exchanged a nod, before Inkeri handed Berdalf the remaining half of her partially eaten rabbit. At that, Inkeri moved off, gazing to Avynn Ignace, who sat gazing upon a horse. Inkeri sat to the right of Private Ignace, gazing to her cheek, which had been begun to bruise. “What did you do-” Avynn sighed loudly cutting the Sergeant Major off from her speech. “.. Don’t worry about it.” Avynn moved her sights elsewhere, gazing to Frejnir Viduggla- Who had been chopping logs near the treeline. “Jus’ a spar, is all. Jus’ a spar.” Private Frejnir Viduggla finished splitting the log in half, marking it his fifteenth. He wiped the sweat from his brow, looking to the oncoming Sergeant- Shane Marth. Frejnir offered Shane a mere glance, before continuing to split the logs. Shane Marth crossed his arms once upon Frejnir, offering a nod of approval, “.. Better choppin’ than at your wedding.” “.. Die.” Shane offered a chuckle, scratching his head as he turned to move off, “Weird kid, Frejnir. Weird kid.” As Shane moved off, he spotted both Renae d’Soleil and Benjamin Journey speaking with Zaheer Illasha. Renae gazed to Zaheer, pointing at him, “.. Why so many bandages..?” Zaheer held up his hand, before shaking a single finger. “.. Do not ask, I’d rather not. It’s.. No. Ugh." Benjamin frowned in response, before perking up, “I can sing a song to cheer us up!” The surrounding men all offered Benjamin a nod of approval, the Private then moving to search for his lute. Sylvia Astri approached the scene once Benjamin Journey broke out into yet another song, and she then offered few claps to the bard. 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