Turn.
Dividing up some of your men once more into squads, you order them to stand guard on the outskirts of the camp. Their job is to watch for an enemy army, any threat really.
Going among the slaves with a small retinue of soldiers, you ask one elder woman which one of them was the bowyer of the village. With extreme reluctance, the matron tells you of her sister, who is indeed the only woman with knowledge of bow making. Approaching the extremely big, muscled sister, you order her to begin making longbows. She staunchly refuses.
Normally, you'd have ordered your men to..."pacify" her, considering how strong she looked, none of your men would probably be brave enough. So you threaten her sister, the older woman. This works immediately, and the sister takes some spare lumber and grudgingly begins work. Everyone has a weak spot.
Next, to prepare some more equipment. Shouting to your men who were loitering about, you bark at them to produce some shields, for new recruits. With absolutely no complaint, they set out on their task. Brainwashing troops through hellish training does have its benefits. On a side note, you declare that a few shields must have a blue sun with an arrow on the center. You're not really sure why, it just seems really cool. This gets done pretty quickly, and you give the five painted shields to five of your most loyal men.
Now, in Tserkov, it wasn't uncommon for leaders to reward their underlings with a decorated weapon or shield. But this gives you an idea. Taking your five newly gifted men aside, you proclaim that each man shall be your lieutenant. They react expectedly, with thanks and proclamations of fealty. That should give you some flexibility when leading an army. Even so, it's never a good idea to give a man more men or resources than you have. That can only lead to trouble.
Talking to two of your lieutenants, you assign one to be the "
High Recruiter", responsible for recruitment, training, and breaking in of new slaves. The other, your "
Spymaster", shall be responsible for intelligence gathering, whether it is reconnaissance or just gathering information from other people. He seems a bit confused by the latter task, but swears to get right on it.
Well, that's that. The palisade continues to be built, and the injured slaves have been taken care of. Time to give your High Recruiter some on the job training.
STATUS
Name: Thauldar the Mighty
Age: 26
Gender:Male
Equipment: Iron Sword, Hide shield, Leather ornate armor, Steel helmet.
Army: 896 heavy human infantry ( Status: Perfectly normal )
Other: 1570 women slaves, 20 rebellious adolescent males, 17 adult males.
Holdings: 1 palisade ( at camp, 3 turns ), 1 ditch, 1 camp ( with spikes )
2600 rations
Thauldar's Legion need food badly.
Fake edit: Um, circle, that's a nice backstory ( I think ) can you flesh it out a bit please?