Outer Aniria - Near the Castere River, On the Border With Cortos
"There's good land up here." Arn noted as they walked through what seemed like the fourth field of wheat that day. Some of the others would probably think that it was the same one, but he knew better. The small delineations between who owned what land was surprisingly similar up here to what it was back home.
A small post had marked out the line which separated the two fields, though it was insignificant enough that anyone not looking for it likely would have missed it. To anyone not aware though, the endless fields of wheat seemed to stretch out all around them, swaying gently in the breeze and reaching nearly up to the young Guardsman's chest.
It felt nice to be back on a field after spending the last six months on the training grounds.
The drab surroundings of the city his barracks had proven to weigh on him more heavily than he would have thought. He was glad that his deployment with the 44th Western had taken him somewhere...well, not scenic, but at least he was outside. "Not a bad day to scout around, eh?"
Arn said to the Guardsmen who walked besides him, reveling in the days bright sun.
Though the 44th was a long standing Regiment within the Western army, it had recently been depleted by the border conflicts with Cortos. Several of the free cities had united and were making a push against both Vel Anir and those cities who had chosen not to join the alliance. This meant that most recruits were now being sent out here.
A good mix of veterans still remained in the regiment itself, but on today's mission the Lieutenant had decided it was best the new recruits take on the duty of scouting by themselves. By his own words, the task was one which even 'they couldn't fuck up'. A statement which some of his fellows had found insulting, but had just made Arn laugh. Which in turn had made the Lieutenant angry.
Though he still wasn't sure why.
Nevertheless, their assignment really was a simple one. Head up to the banks of the Castere river, make camp, and then spend the next day or two watching for any movements of the Cortosi. After which they were to report back to the Forward Guard Encampment. Easy! Just like the Lieutenant had side.
"There's good land up here." Arn noted as they walked through what seemed like the fourth field of wheat that day. Some of the others would probably think that it was the same one, but he knew better. The small delineations between who owned what land was surprisingly similar up here to what it was back home.
A small post had marked out the line which separated the two fields, though it was insignificant enough that anyone not looking for it likely would have missed it. To anyone not aware though, the endless fields of wheat seemed to stretch out all around them, swaying gently in the breeze and reaching nearly up to the young Guardsman's chest.
It felt nice to be back on a field after spending the last six months on the training grounds.
The drab surroundings of the city his barracks had proven to weigh on him more heavily than he would have thought. He was glad that his deployment with the 44th Western had taken him somewhere...well, not scenic, but at least he was outside. "Not a bad day to scout around, eh?"
Arn said to the Guardsmen who walked besides him, reveling in the days bright sun.
Though the 44th was a long standing Regiment within the Western army, it had recently been depleted by the border conflicts with Cortos. Several of the free cities had united and were making a push against both Vel Anir and those cities who had chosen not to join the alliance. This meant that most recruits were now being sent out here.
A good mix of veterans still remained in the regiment itself, but on today's mission the Lieutenant had decided it was best the new recruits take on the duty of scouting by themselves. By his own words, the task was one which even 'they couldn't fuck up'. A statement which some of his fellows had found insulting, but had just made Arn laugh. Which in turn had made the Lieutenant angry.
Though he still wasn't sure why.
Nevertheless, their assignment really was a simple one. Head up to the banks of the Castere river, make camp, and then spend the next day or two watching for any movements of the Cortosi. After which they were to report back to the Forward Guard Encampment. Easy! Just like the Lieutenant had side.