"Success is no accident. It is hard work, perseverance, learning, studying, sacrifice and most of all, love of what you are doing or learning to do."
<<"By the gods, how much longer must we wait?">> A groan came from the ground, the words that came out of his mouth were foreign compared to the words spoken by those in the immediate vicinity. Indeed, had one even been glancing in their general direction, they would have noticed...them; claded in armor wielding weapons that were familiar in their function...but still aptly foreign in their character. They were in a small group in the market place, spcifically of a small town near the grand city of Alliria. Most were idly resting on the ground, looking about the marketplace as they did.
<<"We'll be waiting for as long as we need to...">> Alexandros of Thelios, an Athallian from the land of Thelios, stood to over his men whilst also observing the movements of the people with much more interest then any of his men.
<<"Had I known we'd be doing guard duty on our grand adventure as mercenaries, I would have stayed home.">> Another of the hoplite grunted, laying next Alexandros with a unamused expression, watching idly the ongoing of the various Allriian natives. <<"Pays just as well...and I have somewhere to sleep comfortably, even a cute girl around my arms...instead I'm stuck with you idiots with rocks stuck half-way up my ass...">>
His name was Timotheus, a marine that Alexandros had served with here and there back when they were still in the Watch. Timotheus family had served the coast guard for the past few generations, thus he had to continue the family legacy, despite the fact that Timotheus was a bit prone to sea sickness.
<<"Peace, Timotheus, we're here now, so let's make the best of it and stop whining abut it.">> Phormos, son of a Thelios armors smith, turned his helmeted head towards his comrade. <<"Why did you even join up? We knew this life wasn't going to be all fighting and glory.">>
<<"I joined exactly for the prospect of battles! I was practically promised big battles!...Would have been more challenging then wasting my effort chasing pirates and bandits all day.">> The hoplite grunted, closing his eyes and placing his hands behind his back.
<<"Well, we've got to start somewhere...we're not exactly a established force with a reputation on the mainland, and least not yet. I doubt any bigger organizations would want to hire a bunch of unproven from Thelios." Alexandros said, turning his head to gaze back to the crowded market, looking on for their contact in the caravan. <<"But this'll be a long trip, Timotheus, so you might get your wish sooner or later.">>
Timotheus snorted, looking away, but Alexandros could tell by what was now a small grin on his face; the very idea that they would do battle against foreign enemies was exciting, a sentiment shared among all members of the Sons of the Bronze Eagle.
The Sons of the Bronze Eagle had only recently made landfall near the shores of Alliria, their first steps onto foreign land, and already they were able to secure a sizable contract. From the contract that Alexandros broker had drafted up, it seemed that they would be charged to guard a sizable trade contingent on their way down South. After a bit of discussion with his lieutenants, it was decided that they would deploy more then a tenth of the company strength for this mission, commanded by the Lochagos himself. It was then decided on in further correspondences that they would rendezvous at this specific village, as to avoid crowding at the main city. ALexandros himself and a few men had entered the village to meet the contractor, while the rest waiting on the outskirts of the village. It was rather...exciting to even Alexandros; this would be his first real contract, and he was leading it properly. Hopefully, with the blessings from the gods, he will see this threw without too much trouble.
Now all they had to do was find the contractor...
Celestina de Bellis