Aseir watches with a bit of amusement as the "soldiers" try to arrange their tents. Half of them seem completely hopeless at the simple task. Hardly the best allies to have in this place, he thinks, questioning the wisdom of his presence here. But he keeps his thoughts to himself, not wanting to be forced to watch his back any more than he has to.

After a while, he gets tired of watching and retrieves his own tent from his pack. The small one man tent is set up in a few minuites, and a few minuites later he is asleep.

After some minor troubles you all succeed in getting the tents up, tho the hour has become late and the officer decides to call it a day.

Some of you go sleeping, others go have a drink. The night passes rather calmy, only some marching by troops disturb the silence of the night.

At a rather early time, the trumpets wake up the entire encampment. It's a beautifull day in Asgard and when you get out of the tent you notice that Lena had spoken the truth on the Eutopia. The Plains were indeed marvelous. As she said, they remind you of the Grazelands but less rocky and far more greener. You can hardly believe that there is a war raging in this land.

You decide to get some breakfast. Unfortunatly this time the food isnt as great as it was in Hawkmoth. You confort yourself with the idea that this food is better than nothing.

After break fast, your commanding officer orders you to gather up on your terrain.

<Allright men. I havent got the chance to introduce myself. The name is Captain Claudius. I've serverd the Imperial Legions for over 15 years now. Now that you all know me it's time to get to work. Some of you problably never got involved into battle, so some of you arent able to use that blade. Today we're going to work on that. I dont want any lethal accidents so we'll be training with wooden swords today.>

Some troopers give each one of you a wooden blade.

<Allright, drilmaster Marcus here will show us some moves. You will practise them with a partner, so get yourself a buddy!>

Soon the drilmaster begins to show you some attack and defence moves. The more experienced among you see that this drilmaster knows what he's doing and that the moves he's teaching you are worth something.

Karath looks at the people around him tring to find someone as ineppt as himself, and someone whom isn't a guard.

Torvild is pleased to have the opportunity to brush up on his sparring skills. He is more used to slitting a throat or stabbing into the heart from behind but even assassins are caught occasionally and he is no mean opponent with a blade.

"Not that I know why they teach to fight with honour," he mutters under his breath. "On a battlefield you do all you can to survive, no matter what!"

Aloud he says: "Anyone willing to go a round?"

I will, but no dishonourable honourable fighting though.


Un sheaths Broadsword

Torvild is not sure what dishonourable honourable fighting might be. "It's wooden swords, man. Practice! Save the sharpness of your blade for the real enemy."

He throws a wooden sword across and prepares for the practice session.

Khamir stands and he's been in a kind of shock since arriving in Asgard. Nothing could have prepared him for this sight. His words on the boat seem to haunt him every second of every day"I would give my life for..." he keeps thinking that this will be were his life will end. THat he will never again get to till the land and farm. He will never again be able to walk threw the woodlands near his farm. Then he makes a decision, he will put every single bit of effort he has into training. Every ounce of strength will be giving so that he may live his life after this war. He walks up to the nearest soldier and asks, "When does my training begin?" then he waits.

Morgoth Graps the wooden sword and Waves it at Tortvild

To Khamir: One of the passing soldiers points you towards the field where the others are training. It would be to your own interest to join them.

Torvild attempts to duel while carefully spelling his name to Morgoth who appears to have misheard it.

"I wouldn't wave it like that. Slice and thrust are better moves!"

Shut your gob! * Morgoth Ducks His Opponents swing and thrusts Upawrds Hitting Torvild in the Chin*

Aseir, having just "defeated" his practice opponent, overhears Morgoth's "shut your gob!" comment. Such attitude could be fatal in a real fight, he thinks as he steps quietly into position beside and slightly to the front of Morgoth. As Morgoth prepares to follow up through the gap in Torvild's defenses, Aseir's hand drops to his ceremonial katana. He waits for Morgoth to begin his swing, then in one fluid motion draws the sword and slashes through Morgoth's blade. The almost impossibly sharp Habassan steel cuts through effortlessly, and half Morgoth's sword drops to the ground a few feet away.

"Now that I have your attention," he says calmly as Morgoth stares at his newly reduced sword, "your attitude is only going to get you killed, likely along with a few of us. I don't care if you want to remove yourself from this world, but the rest of us don't wish to join you. Get along with them or I'll deal with you myself." At the last part, he lowers the point of his sword, ready for an upward slash to cut Morgoth in half.

If you try to move that Blade you will be the one that dies *unsheaths His Sabre*

i`ll stop the remarks But Not because of you! you are no better with a Blade then I am

Karath shakes his head thinking how fast he could have put daggers in the backs and then continues to find an practice buddy.

Torvild on whom the glancing blow has no effect nods at Aseir. "Sometimes you wonder at the quality they are hiring these days."

He turns to his practice partner.

"In a battle, Morgoth, you must not let emotion take control. You must be cold and hard and logical. If you are not you will as like as not get yourself killed. Worse you could weaken the defence for you whole team. Now let us continue to practise."

He throws Morgoth a new wooden sword.

"Let us see what we can achieve in blocking. I will go first,trying different attacking strokes. You must parry or block with sword and shield. After five minutes we will reverse the operation. You attack and I will block. This is not a matter of winning but of helping each other."

As you all off a sudden hear a laughter the three of you look up surprised. Lena Wolf-Fang stands laughing and clapping her hands. You are not sure if she is acting ironic or not.

<That's just great...>

She walks over to Morgoth.

<What are you trying to pull off? Being a hero? Let me assure you, by such a behaviour you might be the first one to fall! You see that boy over there?> She points to Karath <He looks the weakest and who knows what his dreams are and what fear rages in his heart. But he is the one with the most potential to become a real hero! And you know why? Because he tries to avoid becoming one!>

She points to Torvild now and then she speaks to Morgoth again

<This man looks like he knows very well what he is doing. Nobody knows everything, nobody is perfect so the least you could do is look if you may learn something from him. And you!> She now adresses her to Aseir. <I like your style and the effort of aiding your friend, but not every situation calls for the blade!>

She awaits your reply's but then continues.

<We still received no word from the Mista-line. It might very well be that we move out within a few days if everything goes according to plan if not, our departure may be a lot earlier than everything expected. So you see, we dont have time to fool around! Use the time given to you wisely. Make sure you know how to use the blade!>

Let me assure you that i know how to use a sword ,I was trained by a legion officer in Cyrodil.

Torvild grunts. "Perhaps you do, Morgoth, though it is easy to get rusty through lack of practice. You might even be able to teach me something. As the good lady says not one of us is perfect! But are you a team player? I'm not going to let someone protect my back who would like enough stick a knife it. Come, sir, let us continue and see what we may teach each other! If we go into battle side by side what we know of each other's strengths and weaknesses could keep us alive in a tight spot."

Torvild is surprised that no one has commented on his sudden sobriety.

OOC: about the tortvild Mistake,well....I made a mistake its torvild


BIC: Yes,I`ll do as you ask and get to know eachothers weaknesses and I wont stick any Blade`s into you either......*gets ready to do a slow swing to the left But ready to Parry any second from that*

Torvild continues his practice session until he and his partner are both well aware of each other's skills.

Should we stop now? Morgoth said still with his Blade up.

Torvild nods. "So tell me, Morgoth, what brings you here? Was there not enough work where you lived or do you like the idea of seeing new places?"

I was a spearmen for the Imperial Legion in Cyrodil but those Damn dunmer had a Bit of a fight so i and a few others were sent here and I just ended up leaving hawkmoth, and I dont Have anything against the dark elves but some of them are very hard to deal with.....even with themselves they dont get along,How about you?

"I and my employers in Skyrim had a slight disagreement. A falling out you might say. Sadly the fool who decided to challenge my judgement was a close relative of one of the ruling elite. So I must find work away from Skyrim."

so,how was it at skyrim? I`ve never been there?

"It's just a place, you know. With Nords mainly, though other races are found there in small numbers.

We have a great fondness for axes. I don't know why, wretchedly heavy and hard to wield in a tight spot. I'm proficient enough but I prefer swords and daggers myself. Less messy, too.

And of course there is the mead....

And the magic gold..."

Torvild shakes himself.

"I'm rambling. Please excuse me. Shall we see how the others are doing?"

Fine with me, and hahaha I have had that mead before, not that bad But nothin Beats Cyrodilic brandy

For a whole week everything remains silent, you fill your days with training, chatting with your new made comrades. You hope things keep going this way but deep inside you cant help thinking about the war. It has been weeks since last heard from the front.
You arent excatly jumping to go but something makes you nervous and exited.

One week later: You are all enjoying your breakfast. Even Lena has sat down at your officerstable. You caught her several times on a smile, something she problably hasnt done for a few weeks. The war seems so far away...

Suddenly an imperial trooper runs towards Lena and the officers. They quickly rise from their chairs and run towards the entrance of the encampment. You cant help yourself but you just have that strange feeling like something is wrong, terribly wrong... You leave your breakfast as for what it was and follow the running officers. AS you run trough the encampment you see that you are not the only one who pays attention to the incident. Soldiers from different fields run towards the entrance, some of them you've never seen before.

As you arrive at the wooden gate you see a cricle of officers surrounding a horse. It's right flank is covered with blood, on the ground lays an Imperial soldier, cleary Imperial cavalry. His face is mostly covered with blood and so is the right side of his torso. He's in a terrible shape though seems determined to tell his story.

Morgoth rushes to his tent and grabs a spear even though he has a sabre with him then he quickly throws his Pack on his shoulder


'Torvild, where did ye go?' he says trying to find the rest of his comrades

Karath hurriaedly gathers his equipment. Tuckinghis knifes hin his uniform and buckling on his sword he runs out to join the march. His eyes only slightly 'darty' as hsi phobia was lifted slightly.

Gives up and Quickly Runs in the March and starts marching

Torvild is there striding comfortably wondering why he should care what happens to Asgard.

Morgoth sees Torvild and walks over

What do you think of all of this,Torvild?

Torvild shrugs. "I have learned that when war and fighting are issues it is best not to think but only to obey orders. If we started to think we'd get straight out of here."

He considers. "Perhaps we should try to talk to that Asgardian woman. I would like to know a little more about who is attacking, and why, and the real consequences of their winning."

He looks about to see if the woman is close.

To Torvild: As you look around in the colone, you see Lena Wolf-Fang riding on her horse somewhere in the middle of the colone, accompagnied by the other officers.

Torvild attempts to get closer to her but sees that she is surrounded by riders. He will wait until they stop to rest.

I am going to find out with you about whats really going on, Torvild *morgoth walks over beside him trying to look for a place to get through when some of them move

For more than 3 hours you keep marching at the same high speed when all of a sudden you hear a discussion between the riders.

<They have been marching for hours! They need some rest or they'll never be able to fight!>
<They can rest once we have reached Lorianna!>
<In name of the Gods, you will drive them to death! I know you want to save your country but these are just ordinary men, from flesh and bones!>

You dont hear Lena replaying anymore. Soon the order is given for a rest. Many men sigh relieved and sit down, other keep standing and drink some water. You notice how Lena stands away from the colone. You her arm making a gesture like she has something in her eye... You come to realise that she's crying.

Torvild approaches Lena cautiously. "Madam, I would like to sympathise with your distress but we have been told so little of what is happening. We know that your lands are under attack but who by? What do they want? What do they do to the lands they conquer? How are their forces organised? Do they help from traitors? What methods of fighting do they adopt? Is magic involved?"

He looks a little awkward. Once he had been feared and respected, now he was a mere common soldier.

"Perhaps you feel we need not know but I think the men would fight more fiercely if they knew what they were trying to save too."

Morgoth Had been beside Torvild and said: yes, you should tell us a little more about this mission we are on and as he said the men may fight a bit better

Lena looks up towards and you see how she tries to force a smile on her lips. Tears still roll down her cheeck. She makes a little gesture that you should follow her.
<Act like we are talking about the land...> She says while she points to some trees to create a diversion to all those who might be watching.
<10 years ago a nomadic people invaded Asgard and claimed it as there own, tho they never got far. The war raged for over 5 years but that was caused by the nomadic tactics. They come, strike and disappear. That made it hard for the Asgardian Force to track them down and go into combat. We defeated them and they left to the no-mans land, behind the Fire-mountains. Last year it seemed as they returned however with numbers never seen before and they didnt used their old tactics. Tho, I have been a soldier for a very long time and even a blind man can see that we arent facing the same opponent.>

She makes another gesture as she points to some grassy fields.

<You ask me about the captured parts. Now, this is totally unlike what a nomadic people would do! They kill those who oppose but they take the captured lands for their own. They do not destroy the cities, nor pillage them. They just occupy them. I have never seen a nomadic people do this.>

She looks around carefully, making sure that no high Imperial officer is listening.

<I have a theory, tho it's only a theory for now but I think it was never the intention to occupy Asgard... I think they are using Asgard as a backdoor to the Empire... But why Asgard then? Simple, the other nations that surround the Empire are much larger and are friendly towards the Empire. Let's say if they attack a frienly nation and defeat it, there is still another nation in their path to the Empire. Asgard does not have that advantage... To the north-west lays the Empire and to the North-east lays a no-mans land. Land where they could send their troops trough easily and without stepping on any-ones toe's... Off-course the Empire deny's all this. According to them it are just nomads. Rather pathetic, the mighty Empirial Legions are getting one hit after a nother by a nomadic people...>

She whispers that last sentence rather sarcastic.

*Morgoth Sees how bad this could turn out* well, at this time we have two choices, we can only pick one, either convince the empire of what your theory is or we stop the nomads because we must not let the empire fall

Torvild sighs. "I am a Nord. We are as equally a conquered land, though part of the Empire. We would be free of the Imperial yoke. And yet what you say is true. Small independent states can never survive. I will help in the interests of peace in the Empire as a whole. But if we are not facing regular troops or regular tactics them perhaps we cannot reply as regular troops."

He looks at Morgoth. "Perhaps we should use their tactics and begin a series of raids behind their front line. It would at least have the advantage of being unexpected."

He turns to Lena. "What do you think?"

I agree, we could use tactics to at least knock off some troops and maybe by that time the empire might have noticed whats going on and help us. but we must attack with speed and strength we cant risk full out war if we dont have a bit more men

Lena knods disappointed.

<Do not count on Imperial understanding, nor military support. However if we would be able to get in contact with an Asgardian force, we might have more luck... The Asgardians are not as stuborn as the Imperials... The first thing we should do would be to get in contact with the Asgardian Force but since the defeat at the Mista-line, who knows where they might be... Maybe if we reach Lorianna we might find something out... At least, if we survive the Anacon Fields...>

Lena just finished her sentence when the Imperials give order to start marching again. You decide to stick near Lena because for some unknown reason she gives you the feeling that you might trust her.

As you march towards Lorianna, the capital of Asgard who lays deep in the Anacon Fields the officers group seems more divided...

Torvild mutters to Morgoth. "Are there any others travelling with us we might be able to trust? There was the Nord who interrupted our practice session and the youngster who is afraid of guards. They might help. They don't seem too Imperial, no offence meant, if you know what I mean."

Karath, whom and been evesdropping on the whole thing, comes over at Torvild's comment, "I'm no warrior....at all, but I will help. Seeing as there is no way out of this one...."

*mutters Back* I myself am imperial all the way but I understand our stuborness as I am that a bit *winks and Torvild*