Deimos
THE RESURRECTED SWORD
How did you survive? they ask
How long did you suffer?
how dark did they tint your dreams?Between LongNight, Roana’s arrest, and a turbulent accord of so many other things, the establishment of a military training area and barracks had been largely overlooked by the General. For the most part, his priorities had been towards protecting the general public, ensuring adequate provisions and preparations for LongNight’s claws, and hadn’t seen much of a need for them – not when it’d just been Loren and himself, the militia, the minute men, clambering together in strength and accord.
But other things loomed and beckoned, and the notion of recruiting had begun. Zariah’s continued existence only instigated and agitated, rankled at senses, and before anything could become so overwhelming and overbearing, they might just need to be trained, honed, and ready. For anyone. For anything.
The designated building for the task sat primarily next to the ruins of the Monster Hunter’s Guild – their untouched, unburnt edges of the training grounds still presiding, still there, ghosts that would eventually be rebuilt from the ashes and embers too. Because that was how the world worked nowadays – they flickered, they fell, they plummeted, and then they rose – and it was time to face the sun with sedition in the air and fire in their souls.
Upon inspection, it was large enough to house several members of the military (though he had no intentions of staying and using it as a domicile, he’d ensure it was comfortable for whoever wished it), an armory room, and a meeting area for plans, for machinations, for anything required. The fields out back could easily be constructed into an area for practice, drills, and routines, some amount of discipline melded into the void.
The Sword already taken some portions of the wood they’d refurbished from the Guild’s debris, leaving the rest for Kiada’s future maneuvers, and moved it inside – amongst other tools they’d require, and remaining fully capable of creating whatever means and measures left out. Then, once he’d posted the notice, he gathered other things along the entryway, the bright spring sunshine a halcyon, providential conviction on stone and timber.
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Open PQ to make/establish a military barracks and training grounds! Thank you for anyone willing to come!
1.Oliver
2. Sunjata
3.Jigano
But other things loomed and beckoned, and the notion of recruiting had begun. Zariah’s continued existence only instigated and agitated, rankled at senses, and before anything could become so overwhelming and overbearing, they might just need to be trained, honed, and ready. For anyone. For anything.
The designated building for the task sat primarily next to the ruins of the Monster Hunter’s Guild – their untouched, unburnt edges of the training grounds still presiding, still there, ghosts that would eventually be rebuilt from the ashes and embers too. Because that was how the world worked nowadays – they flickered, they fell, they plummeted, and then they rose – and it was time to face the sun with sedition in the air and fire in their souls.
Upon inspection, it was large enough to house several members of the military (though he had no intentions of staying and using it as a domicile, he’d ensure it was comfortable for whoever wished it), an armory room, and a meeting area for plans, for machinations, for anything required. The fields out back could easily be constructed into an area for practice, drills, and routines, some amount of discipline melded into the void.
The Sword already taken some portions of the wood they’d refurbished from the Guild’s debris, leaving the rest for Kiada’s future maneuvers, and moved it inside – amongst other tools they’d require, and remaining fully capable of creating whatever means and measures left out. Then, once he’d posted the notice, he gathered other things along the entryway, the bright spring sunshine a halcyon, providential conviction on stone and timber.
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Open PQ to make/establish a military barracks and training grounds! Thank you for anyone willing to come!
1.
2. Sunjata
3.
- until you had blood glistening on your teeth
- until your suffering paled in comparison to their own
- until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams
