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[Akroma]

"SUNSET IS APPROACHING IN AN HOUR! I WANT THE CAMP SET UP COMPLETELY IN 30. 2 PEOPLE PER TENT, EVERY THIRD GATHERS FIREWOOD. I KNOW YOU MAGGOTS DON'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE MORE THAN 3 INCHES, BUT THE WEATHER IN THE VALLEY IS ROUGHER THAN YOUR FATHER WHEN HE WENT IN DRY ON YOU, SO YOU DON'T SINK THE SPIKES INTO THE GROUND JUST 3 INCHES, YOU WILL DO 6 INCHES. AND PROTECT YOU GOD IF ANY TENTS ARE LOST TO A STORM!"

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Geliebte shrugs.
"it was short but okay and why are you calling  the cute girl a monster?"

[SOLDIER First]

((akroma what the fuck))

[Projeck37]

"I'm going to hate this woman..."
Freyja hops off the side of the wagon.

[Shadestyle]

Browfen considers drinking a draught of flaming oil if only to silence this impudent brat.  With several creaking bones, he rises from his seat like a skeleton given life.  He groans in agony, despite his tolerance to pain, he does not feel that the others should know or think that.

[Akroma]

Ludmillas ears perk up.

"WHO SAID THAT? WHO IN GODS NAME HAS SUCH A MORBIDLY STUPID DEATH WISH?!"

Ludmilla slowly patrols the ranks, eyeing eacvh and every one individualy.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

>I don't think those Church people paid me enough to deal with this girl.<
Shina keeps her thoughts to herself as she clambers off of her horse, tying him to a nearby tree to keep him still.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Geliebte stands at attention and runs to get work done as expected she has done this kinda thing before after all.

[Sanure]

"Ludmilla, no offense but take it down a notch. These aren't all soldiers. some are civilians." Syrgan rubs the bridge of his nose.

[SOLDIER First]

Elidyr gathers his armor et al and approaches Beohtrec(?).

"Sir, I was asking what you meant earlier, about courtship."

[Projeck37]

Freyja stares at Ludmilla with annoyance.

[Shadestyle]

Browfen slowly makes his way off the wagon properly and slowly, each step down jostling his gaunt frame.

[Akroma]

Ludmilla stops at Syrgan for a moment, her eyes torn white open. She then returns to her patrole through the ranks, drawing a line through the snow with her lance.

"EVERY MAN STEP TO THE LINE! DROP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND STEP TO ATTENTION!"

She was even louder than before...how is that even possible...was she not already shouting?

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Shina does so, in proper manner and in time. After all, Ludmilla wasn't the first officer she'd served under.

Although the urge to slap around this impudent brat was tempting, the lure of the rather enlarged coinpurse for doing this job was even more so.

[kj1225]

"Because she is. It's quite interesting actually. According to the books back in ancient times in the grand duchy of Edo there was a woman who was cursed for some reason, much like how all monsters are the accursed of our god. Well, she ended up marrying... er, the translator was iffy about it but I think he said it was some kind of royalty? But anyways, she ended up having children with him resulting in her race. Or something? That was the nicer translation that he gave me."
Beorhtric gets up to get off the wagon.

Elidyr gathers his armor et al and approaches Beohtrec(?).

"Sir, I was asking what you meant earlier, about courtship."

"I meant that you were being quite forward, what with your comment about sharing a bath with her."

Ludmilla stops at Syrgan for a moment, her eyes torn white open. She then returns to her patrole through the ranks, drawing a line through the snow with her lance.

"EVERY MAN STEP TO THE LINE! DROP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND STEP TO ATTENTION!"

She was even louder than before...how is that even possible...was she not already shouting?

Beorhtric rolls his eyes and steps up to the line.