I can feel the sun beating down on me, and it is making me so thirsty. My canteen is almost empty and as much as I want to take a drink I can't. The Legion has marched us for a day straight to some city known as Mournhold. The veterans say that it is only going to get hotter, and that I should be happy I am in the Calvary.
There is no way that I can be happy about this. I talked myself out of a post on the borders of Hammerfell. It was three months ago, but I still remember it like it was yesterday.
I was helping my father plow the ground for this year's harvest when an Imperial Legion recruiter approached our small farm and informed us that the Legion was conscripting troops for a two year service. With no other choice I accepted the Emperor's conscription orders. My mother wept and my father placed a hand on my shoulder and told me good luck.
The Recruiter handed me a red tunic and a Legion Broadsword which was attached to a Cingulum. I was told to equip both items and that these where to be worn at all times, and to fall in line behind the others. I looked down the road where a second recruiter was approaching with 12 men in tow.
It was at this point that I made my first mistake; I asked the recruiter if I should bring my horse. I will always remember the look in his eyes after I asked. It was a look surprise and glee. He told me no and then handed me a white sash. I now know what that sash meant. It informed the rest of the recruiters that I was selected for the Legion Calvary
After several hours of marching we arrived at the Imperial City. The entire surrounding area was turned into a barracks and several training grounds. There where recruits sparing, mages learning how to target there destruction spells to an area, archers firing arrows down range, and men ridding horses. The Legion was preparing for some type of offensive.
We where all funneled into different areas by the color of the sash we wore. A recruit without a sash was sent to the School of Infantry. Those with a crimson sash were sent to the School of Offensive Magic, those with a orange sash were sent to the School of Support Magic, and those with a blue sash where sent inside the city. I later learned these were healers.
Then the Legion Coordinator got to me, by this time I was one of four people that wore a white sash. He looked at me and smiled before he informed me that the Legion needed more people with my skills. I still had no idea what they where talking about, so I decided to reply with "Glory to the Legion". By Julianos that was my second mistake.
Needless to say the Champion that I was assigned to found my enthusiasm a bit less to be admired, the man's name was Champion Darius. He taught me everything I now know about the martial art of war and Calvary tactics. I could ride a horse with the best of them, but my sword and lance skills where subpar. Sergeant Darius' final words are still on the forefront of my mind, "Kid, I only had three months to teach you the basics, and the rest is up to you. Use what you learned and maintain a leveled head, and you just might live through this.
Now we are marching from the Imperial/Hlaalu controlled city of Narsis, based at the split of the River Thir, to this God forsaken city of Mournhold to help some group known as House Hlaalu. All the Commanders told us was that Morrowind was in a civil war and the House Hlaalu was losing.
The Dunmer are?it looks like we have encountered a House Dres army, who ever they are. We where told that the armies of the Dunmer did not have any Calvary force, but I am still afraid of my first battle even if the chance of being involved is low.
OOC: Would any object to me using the Latin terms used by the Roman Legions? It would just be their formations and what not; I would still keep the ranks to that of TES. Finally I would place a glossary of terms when I introduce new terms.