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Noth begins to train his soldiers

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Noth
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Zi'da 42, 717

There were a remarkable number of similarities between the differing armies of Idalos, but Noth supposed that it took at least some research to begin to notice them. Each army had suffered defeats, and had conquered enemies, none had become invincible in their actions, nor had any of them grown so mighty that they nevermore tasted the bitterness of loss. Nevertheless, there were still a very specific number of circumstances and statuses that were commonly found among the victors. Foremost among these were a training program which forged would-be recruits into mighty and powerful soldiers, a cadre of generals and officers capable of suppressing their initial feelings on something and instead following through with a battle plan, and a nigh fanatic devotion to care for that greatest of campaign killers: Logistics.

It stood to reason that there were differences between the assorted forces, and it took only cursory glances to find those, but they were far less important than the similarities. It was true that some peoples throughout Idalos relied upon horses and cavalry to carry them to victory, whilst others attuned their fighting styles to the twang of a bow, and still others to the beating of a drum, and a battering ram of men herded together like cattle into an unsuspecting foe. Each variant of battle brought with it its own strengths and weaknesses, and they would need to be considered at a future time.

The twilight hybrid sat within the space he had deemed to act as a sort of makeshift office until better furnishings could be acquired, and promptly went over the report that he had received from Ears. It was a simple paper, but it told much of the strength of Al’Angyryl. Upon the sheet were written not only the numbers of the organization; fledgling if they were compared with even the smallest militaries, or even with the Black Guard, but it also held information about the equipment under their command, and a brief assessment of the general skill level of the group. That final portion had been left to Thane to compile in the hopes that he would be able to more accurately gauge the talents of his forces as opposed to Ears who possessed little in the way of martial ability. The report discounted the talents of Divinya and Carlos, and the monstrosities waiting just beyond the edge of torchlight.

He had expected far more positive information than he had received, but upon reviewing it, he realized that it was probably about as accurate as if he himself had compiled the report. The scum under his command were not soldiers, not by any means, but instead they embodied what it meant to be brigands and vagrants. They would not for an instant be capable of repelling an armed Black Guard response force, let alone of assisting him in taking the city of Etzos. That was an unacceptable issue, and one that meant to rectify as soon as possible. The other problems, the issue with their lack of equipment, and the lack of skilled leadership ready to take their stand at his side would be rectified at a later date. For now, he realized that his men needed to learn the arts of war so that when it was inevitably waged, they would be capable of standing beside those armies of the past, those conquerors of legend.

It wasn’t that there was a complete lack of training, because the lieutenants had been sparring with one another in their off-time whenever possible to hone their skills. Thane in particular had become fairly talented with a blade, and Noth recognized that the time would eventually come when his chief lieutenant might grow to out skill even him in the martial arts. Nevertheless, the time had not yet come, and so he remained the best of the warriors among the group, which naturally qualified him to lead the teaching lessons, at least until others presented enough talent to assist their peers.

The twilight hybrid stalked through the tunnels of the cave, coming up on the sparring room where the lieutenants commonly resided, even when they weren’t actually in the process of fighting with one another. Talons slid viciously against the ground, and then came to a halt, leaving only the faintest rasp of a deathly hiss to remain in the air.

“Lieutenants.” He nodded in greeting to each, amiable and calm despite the terrifying visage he displayed. Nevertheless, his voice possessed a sternness that made it clear that his visit was not recreational in nature.

“Go to your groups. Summon forth all members and have them meet in the Underground within our territory. Inform them that we will be training, and that their presence is not voluntary.”
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As a note: Noth is a Grandmaster in Intimidation. That means that he's at least as scary as the Count from Sesame Street. Beware.

"The tyrant confuses those he can't convince, corrupts those he can't confuse, and crushes those he can't corrupt." - Anonymous
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There was a look to people that they actively displayed to the world when they didn’t truly want to be somewhere. The signs were indicative of the desire to conform into a mass exodus, and to abandon whatever activity had been shoveled upon them, to escape the confines of their condemnation, and yet, there typically upon their eager faces was painted also that impression of being fettered, of being entrapped in a way that they could not escape.

The twilight hybrid could quite easily see the features and traits that spoke of that common temptation being displayed across a dozen different faces before him. The way that they looked beside one another, or that their eyes drifted to the ceiling and to the floor, wary of making direct eye contact with those conducting the meeting lest their attentiveness somehow result in their being summoned out of the blob of bodies. Some among them actually seemed somewhat anxious about the possibility, afraid that they would be brought before their peers and used as a demonstration of some vile act to their detriment; he could see it when his crimson eyes passed over the sea of flesh, the way that they leaned backwards, hiding themselves behind the rows of more willful folk when possible.

A loud and grating noise greeted his ears, and the Avriel turned upon his heel to face the last group, their arrival announced by the poorly constructed doorways of the structure. The building within which they resided was certainly no longer up to par, though some might question whether it had ever conformed to the standards of the city proper above them. The walls seemed thin and easily breakable, and pieces had begun to fall away from them as time etched its worrisome entropy against them, exposing their core foundations to the elements, and promising a slow and dreadful demise to the structure as a whole. The subtle breeze that raked across the tunnel ways elicited a gentle keening shriek as it forced its way through holes far too small to accept its gusts, and it was clear to the hybrid that they would soon need to locate a new mustering ground for the soldiers.

In truth, the building had been chosen out of simple convenience. It had once served as a storehouse for the supplies and equipment that the city officially stored within the Underground, but the meddling of criminal gangs, the sneaking fascination that it had drawn in regards to the Finders Seekers, and the liberal interpretations that the otherwise innocent took towards the ideals of property had all but rendered the entire stock completely absent. Noth didn’t doubt for an instant that some of the items that had once been laid to rest in their earthy tomb now found themselves circulated among the hands of the common citizen. What could the government do at this point, though? If they attempted to retract the items and remove them from the hands of the citizens, it would no doubt stir controversy and contention among the masses over what they deemed to be theirs being robbed away in an oppressive act. It was truly the more political choice to simply have abandoned the store to the thieving vagrants, and to reinforce the other storehouses located hither and thither with additional forces to prevent similar mistakes from occurring in the future.

“Glad that you could join us, Thane.” He greeted the inbound lieutenant who bowed his head in greeting to his dark master, and promptly set about directing the soldiers under his command towards the massed crowd. As the lieutenant himself approached the gathering, his voice raised above the murmur and clamor of the group with a command disguised in the garment of a simple statement, “Social time is over! Lines!”

Whilst it was true that the lieutenant didn’t necessarily outrank his fellow officers, there was a certain unspoken understanding that what he spoke qualified as a higher level command than what they demanded, and those thugs who had been appointed to positions of prominence quickly began to mete out orders to their gangsters, attempting to organize them into their proper order. Soon what had been an amalgam of men stood in neatly ordered columns. A few of the columns were notably lengthier than the others by up to a trio of soldiers, but the unfortunate truth of the matter was that recent losses would be replenished in time, and those positions would be filled. To re-direct soldiers from the comfort of the men with whom they were familiar into smaller squadrons filled with exclusively strangers would be a mistake, and utterly ruin any cohesion they had managed to develop in their time together under the banner of Al’Angyryl.

Dozens of eyes directed themselves forward, any hint of escaping from the meeting suddenly vanished in an instant as their darkling master began to stride through the lines, examining each and every person under his command, his thoughts to and fro, remembering both the ways in which many of them had been recruited, along with any issues that were associated with them. Crimson eyes would narrow every so often as though considering something of serious import, and then he would pass onwards without a word, his talons screaming across the ground as he stepped with heavy step, reminding all of them of the murderous capability he possessed. Throats gulped, and eyes blinked with nervous anticipation of the examination, though, to their credit, not a one attempted to remove themselves from the column for fear of ostracizing themselves from the only protective stability available; that of the crowd.


word count: 942
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Credit to Pegasus


As a note: Noth is a Grandmaster in Intimidation. That means that he's at least as scary as the Count from Sesame Street. Beware.

"The tyrant confuses those he can't convince, corrupts those he can't confuse, and crushes those he can't corrupt." - Anonymous
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