Asgard: The Liberation.

[Camonna]

*starts Sharpening his sabre*

[Pack Rat]

As days passed you wake up one morning and see a magnificent city on the horizon, enclosing rather fast. Many soldiers noticed it too and run to the front bow.

 

<Look! It's Sofia! We have made it!>

 

Some men cheer, other men keep their minds to their own for they know that the worst still hast to come.

 

After a few hours the four battleships dock in the harbor of the port called Sofia. You notice how Sofia is a lot bigger than Vivec and defenitly more crowded. Altough the sphere is not as it should be. No happy traders seeking fortune, no women selling lust on the dock. However there are tradeships dropping of supply's... You see barrels of food, crates of armor, groups of soldiers marching by, mostly to war. For a few minutes you all stand a bit lost on the dock but soon an Imperial officer marches over.

 

<These are the reinforcements from Morrowind? Very well then, follow me!>

 

You march trough the streets, unknowingly where to. After turning in some streets you all of a sudden stand on a huge square, problably the market but as you walk over it you are struck by horror.

 

Wounded men and women take over more than half of the market, the marketsoil is almost totally colored by blood. While walking by, you cannot find any words how to describe this... Not even the most experience among you.

[Camonna]

Ughh,Wha......uh.....ouhh

[Acoran]

Karath, haveing never seen the likes, turns away to choke down vomit.

[Pack Rat]

To Karath: At that moment one of the guards, who you fear so much, taps you on the shoulder.

 

<Let's go, son. I know it ain't pretty but standing around here like that wont do you much good.>

 

You look up and the guard smiles to you in somekind of fatherly way. He leads you back to the others while supporting you with his arm.

 

After the terrible sight on the market place you are led further, towards the outskirts of town. Finally you see a rather large encampment, a lot of activity and a lot of tents. You see the waving banner of the Empire but also a black flag with a silver bird onto it. You guess it'll problably be the Asgardian flag.

 

The closer you get, the thicker the activity gets, you see a lot of Imperial soldiers, some are lot like you but there seem to be much more well trained troopers.

 

You keep marching in line towards a capital tent where several officers seem to be discussing. Two tables are put in front of it.

 

Your leading officer gestures you to stop while he walks over to one of the tables.

 

<And what do we have here?>

<Morrowind legion, additional reinforcements.>

<Ah yes! We've been expecting you. Your encampment is on terrain seven, field B. You will find all the equipment needed on the field. Tho, you'll have to set up the tents yourself.>

<Very well, how are things going down the front?>

<Actually, we dont know... We didnt heard anything from them for quiete some days now. This is either very good or terribly bad.>

<I see... Well thanks.>

<You're most welcome, commander.>

 

After his little conversation with one of the officers behind the table your commanding officer returns to you.

 

<Allright men, let's go! We better hurry to set up our tents before night falls.>

 

After saying that he leads you to terrain seven, field B where you find your tents indeed, tho not set up.

 

<Allright! These are tents for 7 men per tent! Chose some sleepingbuddy's and then get your tent up! And hurry up! We dont have all day!>

[Acoran]

After choking down vomit, and fear. Karath stands in the feild looking around tring yto figure out exactly how to pitch a tent, who he'll be wiht, and thinking over why he is there....

[Malchik]

Torvild snorts in disgust. Has he got to share a tent with boys?

 

Glancing about he sees that most of his companions are young. Indeed the average age of the soldiers appears younger than he expected, whatever that might mean.

 

He groans at Karath's cack-handed efforts. "Let me do it, child. Can I ask why you are here? You don't really seem right for this sort of campaign to me. Are you good with a sword? I suppose I could train you a bit if it will help."

 

He puts up the tent smartly.

 

"Have you ever killed before?"

[MettaX]

The boat-trip, the market of horror, all the walking ..it made Metthaï very tired,

He sit down close to Torvild who seem to have no problem with the thing on the floor they call tent.."I always tougth ye needed a mage to make such a thing..but you seem to handle it pritty good my big friend, do you mind if i sleep in your creation this night."

Without waiting he turns his head to karath and back .."And that BOY seems to have a passion for kniving...(mumbling)made that pritty clear..but that would make a good tale not?.. 'boy with knive in the frontline'. "

Than he turns his head back to karath.."do you have any experience with the bow young fella..?"

[Camonna]

*Turns around sharply from a corner of the tent*

 

yes, as torivld mentioned, Why are you here if you cant even look at a guard without a chill running through your Back, I ment no offence to this either

[Acoran]

Karath looks around at his questioners, "I went after a rich man without making sure there weren't any guards.... Yes, I've killed, No I'm bad witha bow but I can throw my knives well."