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[Peregrine]

Aseir watches with a bit of amusement as the "soldiers" try to arrange their tents. Half of them seem completely hopeless at the simple task. Hardly the best allies to have in this place, he thinks, questioning the wisdom of his presence here. But he keeps his thoughts to himself, not wanting to be forced to watch his back any more than he has to.

After a while, he gets tired of watching and retrieves his own tent from his pack. The small one man tent is set up in a few minuites, and a few minuites later he is asleep.

[Pack Rat]

After some minor troubles you all succeed in getting the tents up, tho the hour has become late and the officer decides to call it a day.

Some of you go sleeping, others go have a drink. The night passes rather calmy, only some marching by troops disturb the silence of the night.

At a rather early time, the trumpets wake up the entire encampment. It's a beautifull day in Asgard and when you get out of the tent you notice that Lena had spoken the truth on the Eutopia. The Plains were indeed marvelous. As she said, they remind you of the Grazelands but less rocky and far more greener. You can hardly believe that there is a war raging in this land.

You decide to get some breakfast. Unfortunatly this time the food isnt as great as it was in Hawkmoth. You confort yourself with the idea that this food is better than nothing.

After break fast, your commanding officer orders you to gather up on your terrain.

<Allright men. I havent got the chance to introduce myself. The name is Captain Claudius. I've serverd the Imperial Legions for over 15 years now. Now that you all know me it's time to get to work. Some of you problably never got involved into battle, so some of you arent able to use that blade. Today we're going to work on that. I dont want any lethal accidents so we'll be training with wooden swords today.>

Some troopers give each one of you a wooden blade.

<Allright, drilmaster Marcus here will show us some moves. You will practise them with a partner, so get yourself a buddy!>

Soon the drilmaster begins to show you some attack and defence moves. The more experienced among you see that this drilmaster knows what he's doing and that the moves he's teaching you are worth something.

[Acoran]

Karath looks at the people around him tring to find someone as ineppt as himself, and someone whom isn't a guard.

[Malchik]

Torvild is pleased to have the opportunity to brush up on his sparring skills. He is more used to slitting a throat or stabbing into the heart from behind but even assassins are caught occasionally and he is no mean opponent with a blade.

"Not that I know why they teach to fight with honour," he mutters under his breath. "On a battlefield you do all you can to survive, no matter what!"

Aloud he says: "Anyone willing to go a round?"

[Camonna]

I will, but no dishonourable honourable fighting though.


Un sheaths Broadsword

[Malchik]

Torvild is not sure what dishonourable honourable fighting might be. "It's wooden swords, man. Practice! Save the sharpness of your blade for the real enemy."

He throws a wooden sword across and prepares for the practice session.

[Khamir]

Khamir stands and he's been in a kind of shock since arriving in Asgard. Nothing could have prepared him for this sight. His words on the boat seem to haunt him every second of every day"I would give my life for..." he keeps thinking that this will be were his life will end. THat he will never again get to till the land and farm. He will never again be able to walk threw the woodlands near his farm. Then he makes a decision, he will put every single bit of effort he has into training. Every ounce of strength will be giving so that he may live his life after this war. He walks up to the nearest soldier and asks, "When does my training begin?" then he waits.

[Camonna]

Morgoth Graps the wooden sword and Waves it at Tortvild

[Pack Rat]

To Khamir: One of the passing soldiers points you towards the field where the others are training. It would be to your own interest to join them.

[Malchik]

Torvild attempts to duel while carefully spelling his name to Morgoth who appears to have misheard it.

"I wouldn't wave it like that. Slice and thrust are better moves!"