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The cities and villages of Melrath are as varied and diverse as they come. The capital of Raelia is the the jewel of this western kingdom, playing host to a merchants, artisans, Aesir priests, as well as a cut throat political landscape dominated by the nobles of Raelia. To the south in the depths of the Myrkvior Forest lies Melrath's second largest, and oldest city, Fensalir. Here people have learned to live alongside spirits and the natural world by maintaining their loyalty to traditions laid down the first Melrathi. To the east lies the small fishing village of Noatun, and to the western mountains rests the Mer city of Verimeer, the brewing town of Alivilda and the alpine village Vormund.

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Backstabbers and Foot-Sloggers

Fri Jun 14, 2019 1:28 pm


35th of Ymiden 719

The dawn suns broke over the horizon, past the mountainous reaches to the east of Melrath’s shores. The light lifted with an orange haze over the training grounds of the Valkyrion. Men and women milled about in preparations for the day’s labor.

Rumor had it that the Skaadiri would be joining them for training with some recruits to their branch, as well as a ranking member.

While the Valkyrion were rich in talent when it came to weapon specialists, they were somewhat lacking in hand-to-hand. Thwarthild, while she had only sparse knowledge of brawling herself, had been impressed upon to watch over this Skaadiri drill-sergeant as she oversaw the trainees of both branches.

She stood to the side, supervising as Alora and her fellow recruits went about patching a part of the wall. Alora was sorely tempted at several times to caress the stone with the weightlessness and ease of air, but thought better of it when Thwarthild gave her a glare.

Instead, she lifted the blocks of freshly carven stone, and placed them on the proper point of the mortared wall, watching the edges to be sure it was evenly distributed.

After a few bits of this sort of labor, Alora heard a whistle signalling from the far side of the training grounds, where a dark-complected woman was arriving, accompanied by a group of what Alora presumed to be Skaadiri recruits.

She took advantage of Thwarthild’s distraction by this arrival, giving her a chance to take out a cigar from her smoking purse, and lighting it with a touch of her finger. A wince shot across her mouth as fire chided her for such flippant use of it’s power.

Alora took a puff of the cigar as Thwarthild went over to greet the new arrivals, staring at them as they formed a line. Who’d have thought the branch of backstabbers would be so concerned about protocol and lining up like that? Alora had met her share of skulkers, but few enough of them possessed a soldier’s discipline.

Thwarthild greeted Birna, with a handshake, ”Welcome to Thrudheim Tower. We were just getting ready for you all…”

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Re: Backstabbers and Foot-Sloggers

Sat Jun 15, 2019 3:00 am

"All right, recruits," Birna said as they strode in a loose line into the grounds of Thrudheim Tower, seat of the Valkyrion. "Try not to embarrass me too much. I've known the trainer we'll be working with for a long time, and I'd like her to think I still know how to turn a batch of lazy children into skilled Skadiri." Though her tone was scolding, the woman didn't seem terribly displeased. No more than usual anyway, Lucia thought. She'd had them for quite a while, and they were shaping up well. Even Birna had admitted it--once. Exactly one time, in the couple of years that Lucia had been under the woman's tutelage.

Birna's reasons for training with the Valkyrion were fairly similar to the opposite. The Skadiri could (and did) teach their recruits how to handle a variety of weapons...but they weren't drilled to the same level of mastery that the Valkyrion were. Rather, the Skadiri were taught to improvise. To use tools that fit the job, whatever those tools might be. Most Skadiri wouldn't be winning any duels against skilled swordsmen, but then the entire point was to avoid the need for such things entirely.

Ever one of the more disciplined members of the group, she stood semi-sharply at attention in the line. Everyone was shaping up a little bit to show off for the Valkyrion; ordinarily their line-up was unhurried, and Birna never bothered to correct it. It was one of the perks of being part of a military force that usually never operated in groups bigger than four or five, there was no need for learning to march in ranks or fight as a large group. Their trainer had made it clear that such things were the purview of the Valkyrion. Some of the recruits saw that as meaning the Valkyrion were inferior. Lucia, however, disagreed. She suspected a group of fifty Valkyrion would win out over fifty equivalent Skadiri, if only because they knew how to fight together.

Lucia, Attuned to Birna as per usual, picked up a faint Note of tension as Birna clasped hands with Thwarthild. Not dislike, she thought...rivalry, maybe? Either way, Lucia again thanked the spirits for the ability to Attune once more. Whatever had gone wrong with the world for the first thirty trials, Lucia deeply hoped it would never happen again. "Thank you, Thwarthild," Birna replied with a courteous nod. "Need more workers?" She jerked her head toward the line of Skadiri recruits. "This lot will be happy to lend a hand." She carefully opted not to ask for the recruits to reaffirm their willingness to help--she'd never drilled them on replying as a unit, after all.
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