Asgard: The Liberation.

[Malchik]

Torvild stares at the new speaker. "I might protect you, if I find you worth protecting. I won't think ill of you until you do something to make me but I won't think good of you either without some evidence."

 

It is perhaps at this point you realise there is no smell of alcohol on Torvild's breath.

 

He says: "I am prepared to die for my friends but friendship must be earned. Why have you come here?"

[MettaX]

Metthaï waits till the raging nord to silence and with a calm voice replies to khamir:

"Hail and well met friend.." than turns his head towards Erunánion "..and a very good day to you to friend. Metthaï am I called Metthaï K'ha.. an as for my latest action, i do not need credit...this boys life cannot be held for granted bij some dubious officer but..than.. maybe the armies kitchen was not the worse place for the likes of him.

Metthaï lays his hand upon the shoulder of karath "But well... I'm sure well find something that suits you..."

[Pack Rat]

All of a sudden a voice yells to the crowd. You look up and see a man on the walls. It's one of the three officers that were enlisting troops just a minute ago.

 

"Gentlemen and my lady's, to the left of you there is a door witch leads to the Hawkmoth armory! Go and fetch your armor and blade! If you think you have a better blade than the standard imperial broadsword just tell one of the troopers at the counter! Afterwards you are ordered to go to your barracks! There you have the rest of the day off. If you have anything left to do, write a letter to your mother or your girl than do it then! Tomorrow, we sail for Asgard! We eat at 7 pm and 7 am sharp! Anyone who doesnt hears the bell and misses suppertime will sail on an empty stumach!"

 

The crowd forms up a line and everyone waits for his turn to get his new uniform. Some act like a child who's waiting for it's gift, others arent very fond of the new armor they'll be wearing. As the line decreases it's Karath's turn. Metthai stands behind him. The trooper behind the counter looks suprised as he see's the young boy.

 

"You shouldnt be here, unless you aint as innocent as you look like... Let me have a look."

 

The trooper is starting to guess Karath's measure's.

 

"I'll see what I've got for you..."

 

After some minutes the trooper returns with a uniform that is clearly ment for the size of a woodelf.

 

"This should about do it..."

 

As Karath takes the armor from the trooper the man gives him an encouraging tap on the shoulder.

 

"Good luck, son..."

 

After Karath is Metthai's turn. The trooper has a quick look and takes one of the woodelfuniforms. Metthai curses himself for being here as he takes the armor and follows Karath. This wasnt exactly what he had planned.

 

After Metthai it's the drunk nord Torvild's turn. As he stand a bit dizy in front of the counter, the trooper barely looks up.

 

"One Nord uniform..."

"What about my armor? What should I do with this?"

"You might be willing to take it along your trip, mate. You could leave it here but you know, it might disapear..."

 

The Nord seems to be mumpling something as he follows the others. After the Nord it's Erunanion and Khamir's turn. The trooper has a quick look to each of them.

 

"Two Dunmer uniforms should do it."

 

Both men take the armor without any questions and go the way they saw the others leave.

 

Morgoth seems to be clossing the line. The trooper has a quick look at Morgoth's uniform and knods.

 

"Carry on..."

 

After retrieving your armor you walk down a passage deeper into the armory. You all end up in some small hall with several crates with imperial blades in it. A trooper asks everyone to calm down.

 

"Quiete please! Allright, for those of you who don't have a decent weapon, you may take one out of these crates. Tho, you shall not remove them from their sheathe! I do not want any fatal accidents! However, if you think your blade is far more better than one of these standard blades feel free to use it. If it breaks, you may ask for one of these blade at one of the provisionpoints!"

 

You see some of the men take a sword and admire it, other ignore the blades and are waiting for new orders. You are deciding wether to take a blade or not.

[MettaX]

Metthaï steps forward and grabs a sword and without paying further attention to it

return's to his former place ..you hear him mumble something about..diner..sell..

Suddenly his eye's grow wild as he checks the room..the mumbling goes on and you clearly see he's looking for a way out..his eye's close themself and you see a dark fainth on his face...

[Acoran]

Karath still ajusting teh armor, looksa t the swords then to teh officer. He casuoisly moves to him, "Um sir? I'm not so good with a sword."

[Khamir]

Khamir after fitting the armor firmly onto himself walks up behind Karath and looks at the officer and says, "Unless you are going to train me with that I'm with Karath for I cannot use a sword but with practice I will be. Yet the sword will be better than this" Khamir looks down at his worn club. "Anything would be better than this." Khamir drops the club and reaches for one of the swords.

 

Khamir then walks to were Torvild is and says,"Sir, I wasn't calling us friends but we both are dressed in like uniforms and that by nature makes us allies. I was mearly stating the fact that..."Khamir pauses thinking how best to word this, not knowing how drunk Torvild is "We shall be fighting for the same cause and I for one wouldn't want to have to meet you on the field of battle." He really can't wait for a good hearty meal but for some reason he's begging to think meals won't be all that great here.

[Malchik]

Torvild has kept his own armour in his rather heavy pack. He has a better sword than those provided.

 

"If we are to be fighting soon then it is to be hoped they have proper training facilities."

 

By this time it is clear to Khamir at least that the Nord is not at all drunk. For some reason he is pretending to be drunk.

[Camonna]

*morgoth walks up to the counter*" I have my own blade, But I need a standard steel crossbow please".......

 

I also have my own imperial steel armour as you can see,and I will not need any training either,I can run as fast as any legionaire and I KNOW MY ARMOUR and weopons well enough...

[Pack Rat]

The officer in the weaponsroom looks a bit strange to Morgoth. After deciding not to pay much more attention to the overactive Morgoth he turns his attention to the little boy and Kharim.

 

"Do not worry. The Asgardian forces have provided us with one of their excellent trainingfacility's near the great port of Sofia. The city where we will be sailing to tomorrow."

 

As everybody seems to be in order and fully equiped you are free to go to your barracks. The large group of new recruits is divided by ship they will be sailing on tomorrow. Fortunatly it seems you men will all be sailing on the same ship and also spend the night in the same quarter.

 

After everyone has been assigned to a ship and quarter you hear the bell witch is the signal for supper. You arent expecting much of a great meal but as you get in line to receive your platter you are overwhelmed with a good sent of the food.

[MettaX]

Metthaï stand behind karath and whispers "so young fella does the sword suits you..?..Or...does your mind rather thinks distance and safety.. for i want to give you the option to stay at this side of the great waters, far from any war... "

 

As he waits for the young fellow to answer his eye's scan the room incase someone had heared his voice..