The Fodder Lads : The Elder Scrolls Series Discussion

» Fri May 27, 2011 10:23 am

Zared slowly stopped by the entrance of the cavern and slowly peeked in. His eyesight enhancing just abit more to help with the darkness of the cavern, the scents of the cave coming out meeting his nostrils. He took a deep breath in sniffing the air, he could smell old fire, possible wood and mushrooms. Stale air ment the cave was one way. Possibly shallow. Slowly he made his way in, the khajiit getting down low and kept close to the wall his Silhouette disappearing from the bright moon light that shone into the cavern. He spotted nothing of interest and walked out of the cave waving for the others to come up. He then went back inside and knelt down by the dead fire spot.

» Fri May 27, 2011 10:59 am

As she spotted Zared coming back from the cave, Fara smiled "Looks like the cave is clear - captain, you'll be able to sit down and get patched up now.".
As the squad came closer, she spotted a dead tree close to the path, and asked for two of the squad's private to haul as much of it as possible into the cave. "Do your best to carry it aloft rather than dragging it along. I'd rather not have a blatant trail going ot the cave. The less obvious our presence, the lesser the odds for someone attacking us."

One she had reached the cave, she lowered the stretcher to the ground, letting the captain sit down, and dropped her own pack, sighing wih relief at the chance to ease her burden.

» Fri May 27, 2011 1:48 pm

Prescott let off a pained gasp as he managed to pull himself off the stretcher and drag himself against a rock . He took out his canteen and poured it all over his head and shoulder to try ease the suffering . "This damn war...." he spat in a mumble , that was still audible to the group .

He unlatched the strap's on his armor as he looked out the mouth of the cave and over the forest canopy . The moon hung bright in the sky like a great white disc , painting the top's of the tree's a luminescent grey . It looked better when you could see over everything...rather than be stuck dead bang in the thick of it .

Prescott managed to haul his Cuirass off , groaning as he did so . The great dwarven chestpiece fell to the rocky ground with a clatter and Prescott looked down at his undershirt . The argonians blade had gone through and the shirt was soaked in blood , although the makeshift tournequet seemed to be working .

"We should really start a fire....a small one . It might give our position away but it's getting really cold , and the men could use a boost" Prescott said to Zared , a grim expression on his face .

» Fri May 27, 2011 6:59 pm

"There's a fireplace of sorts a bit down the cave - with a turn that hides it from the entrance, and enough cracks in the ceiling to let the smoke out. If we hang a few blankets in the passage, it won't be spotted from outside. That will help keeping the place warm and dry too.

If we're using it as a base, I'd suggest doing a bit of digging to get some protected observation posts outside. That can wait tomorrow though. Not like the fire and the blankets in the passage."

» Fri May 27, 2011 12:51 pm

Name : Greggory Entius
Age : 28
Race: Imperial
six : Male
Rank : Private

General Appearance : Gregg has a youthful, handsome appearence, but has slightly hardened while participating in this conflict. His hair is slightly longer than regulation, his little part of protesting this war. He is athletic in build, lean muscle covering his body, thanks to his military training. He is about 5'11, just short of 6 ft, as he likes to say, and weighs about 155 lbs, little fat in his entire body.

Mental profile: Gregg is quite talkative, but not so much that he doesn't know when to shut up. He can also be quite the smart aleck, making snide comments, but doesn't disobey orders. Gregg also likes to make people laugh. He can keep other people sane, and maybe making people laugh is his way of staying sane.

Armor: Preffering light armor to heavy armor, he wears full leather. This gives him protection in the right places, but mobility as well. He also wears a helmet of the scout (enchanted, life detection up to 50 ft)

Clothing : Underneath his armor, he wears a green collared shirt with some brown pants.

Weapon : Gregg carries a steel longsword on his hip. Due to a little bit of superstition, he carries a silver dagger around in his boot. He also has an iron bow, and a quiver of whatever arrows he can find.

Miscellany : N/A

Bio: Greggory was born into a fairly rich family. His father was an old military man, and his mother was largely superstitious and, I guess we would call her liberal. A match made in hell, and Gregg's parents always fought over the smallest things. Gregg spent as much time away from the house as possible. Once he was in his twenties, he joined the Imperial Legion, due to a need to satisfy his father. After the splitting up, Greggory remained with the United Council. His mother did not take to it well. She spit at him as he left for the Black Marshes. They put him into the Fodder Lads, and deployed him straight into the fray?

Gregg looked around. He was lost. Not just lost. The kind of lost that you don't even want of move so you don't get more lost. There were more than one squadren of the Fodder Lads, and he was the scout for his. He had been sent ahead with a map, to see what they were going to be going through. When he came back, his squad was dead. His helmet picked up about 5 Argonians moving torwards him through the darkness of the trees. He ran, knowing he couldn't take all of them. Eventually, he wanted to check where he was. Apparently, he was in 'Uncharted Territory'. Eventually he deceided to move torwards 'Charted Territory.' As he got closer, he heard some talking ahead of him. 'Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap' he thought as he slowly moved closer, detecting at least 6 signs of life. He sat there and listened for a while. Eventually he figured out that they were not Argonian voices. Eventually, he took a peek around the tree. 'Thank the Nine!' he thought as he saw the United Council troops. Fodder Lads no less. He came around from the tree and approached them, his hands up. "Hail," said Gregg with a smile of relief "Room for one more?"

» Fri May 27, 2011 10:59 am

Prescott was somewhat shocked at the sudden arrival of a random soldier , but his base instinct's told him he was not a Republic spy . The man must of gotten lost , as this was a common occurence in the jungle .

"Sure , come on in soldier" he said weakly , gently patting the ground indicating the new man could take a seat .

"We were just getting read to make a fire and bunk up for the rest of the night , whats your rank?"

» Fri May 27, 2011 9:08 am

Gregg walked up, shedding his supply pack onto the ground, and taking off his helmet. He had a good headache already, and if he kept it on any longer, he feared his head would explode. "Private," he said sitting down in the dirt. He noticed that the man had a sword wound in his chest, and Gregg couldn't help but think 'So much for a boring rest of the tour' Gregg looked around at the area, and saw a cave. He figured thats where they were staying. He reached down and unstrapped his sword, as well as slidding off his bow and quiver. He layed back on the bag, releasing a breath he had been holding in. Finally, he had a chance to relax. "Sir, im guessing, whats the situation over here?" he asked, opening one of his eyes and glancing at the man's sword wound.

» Fri May 27, 2011 2:55 pm

While he was switching his radio headset back on, Fanier noticed the new private walk into the cavern. He walked up to him. "Hey, name's Fanier," as he held his arm out to shake.

"So what happened to your squad, Private?" he asked, and then he remembered the transmission he had recieved earlier. "You wouldn't happen to be from Recon Squad eight, yould you?"

» Fri May 27, 2011 7:58 am

Zared gave a nod "Fara is right. This cave is somewhat deep and has a cold fireplace in it. Where another must have camped in it awhile back." slowly he removed his curiass, pulling it off much like a shirt but only stronger. His fur was soaked, his back fur felt sticky, placing a paw on it Zared winced abit. One argonian got lucky and had managed to swipe his back. A shallow cut. Shaking his fur abit the khajiit placed his backpack against the wall and started work on the fire.

» Fri May 27, 2011 6:37 pm

Velandris set his bag against the cave wall a few feet from the cave entrance, then pulled out his cloak he had ripped a small portion of the bottom to cover his wound and layed it on the ground for a sleeping spot. He would rather stay near the entrance that way if something, or someone were to come up to the cave he would know. He was a light sleeper. Sometimes he wouldn't sleep at all just sit down and stare into darkness. After fixing the cloak on the ground he took off his quiver and set it next to the cloak and walked over to Zared to help with the fire. "We need any wood and tinder? I can go out and get some." He leaned against the wall and slipped on his ring.

» Fri May 27, 2011 10:25 pm

As everyone started settling in, Fara moved her own pack to the back end of the cave, prefering to stay out of everyone's path as she prepared for some uniquely bosmer occupation - turning the argonians bits she had picked into something which wouldn't offend the squad's sensibilities. Namely cutting them into thin stripes, and spreading a mixture of powdered preservative herbs she had carried for that sort of situations. It should keep it from spoiling until she got the chance for smoking it enough to last for two weeks.

With her experience as a huntress, this ouldn't take her too long, and then she could afford some long-delayed sleep. Before having to move again on another useless mission. Damn stupid war. The idiots just had to cordon off the Marsh, there's no way to move a large foreign army through, and the locals don't have the ground to train for regular infantry battles, and don't even think about cavalry. Thta would have cost the council a tenth of the lives and gold they're wasting. Well, some controactors wuld have to make do with a tenth of the bribes, cuts and pork they're raking from that war. Not lost or stupid for everyone I guess.

» Fri May 27, 2011 7:18 am

While he was switching his radio headset back on, Fanier noticed the new private walk into the cavern. He walked up to him. "Hey, name's Fanier," as he held his arm out to shake.

"So what happened to your squad, Private?" he asked, and then he remembered the transmission he had recieved earlier. "You wouldn't happen to be from Recon Squad eight, yould you?"

Gregg took Fanier's hand and gave it a shake. "Yeah, that was my squad" He said, looking down, briefly before looking up confidently. "Well, that's the past. "I'm gonna focus on this squad from now on." The thoughts, the fear of losing his whole squad while he was on a simple recon, would never leave him. It may seem cleshay (sp), but Gregg couldn't help but think 'This damn war..' "So," said Gregg, seperating himself from his thoughts "Got anything for me to do?" he said, half addressing Prescott half addressing Fanier. "I might just go stir crazy."

» Fri May 27, 2011 10:53 am

"Well private , why don't you just make yourself at home . Socialise with the team and let them know that your with us for now . Some of us are pretty blown out so the rest until sunset is well deserved" he told the new member with a tired smile .

He looked out over the forest canopy...it would be another good five hours until sunrise . Suddenly he had an urge , an urge to exact revenge . Now properly rested , he had come back with a thirst for vengeance . The group had been so cruelly ambushed , so heartlessly brutalised . He thought some payback was in order....to raise the mens spirits .

"Fanier" he said , looking at the man .

"Try get a fire-strike in on our area . We will be safe in the cave , it might defoliate some of the surrounding area , and the argonians will think no one is here seeing as the strike will be so close . Plus it will light up the night sky a real treat , lets sic it to 'em" he said with a sinister smile .

» Fri May 27, 2011 5:45 pm

Immediatly Zared looked at prescott his face going alittle icey. It hadnt been long since he had staretd the fire "Sir, that is the most..." he stopped being very careful with his words "A very obscene order. I think you should belay that order. Wiping out a forest and environment such as this is the most stupid thing. Even with revenge in it. Why destroy what land your fighting for or to take from huh?" he folded his arms highly agitated. Quickly removing his greaves. Now only in a pair of long black pants. He needed to dry his fur out otherwise he would get seriously sick.

He was disgruntled by the captain and shook his head "Seriously Sir, dont go through with this."

» Fri May 27, 2011 2:34 pm

Hearing the argument between Zared and the captain, Fara stopped her task and moved closer. Calling a firetrike just for the fireworks ? That's real dumb. Better save it until there's some lizard to cook.

"I agree with Zared captain - just frying a piece of lanscape is a waste. If they were some argonians on the recieving end, I'd support the idea, but this will only get them laughing, and make one less strike to drop a some real target for our side. Trying to clear that damn marsh is pointless, it grows back faster than the council can burn it.

Now if you want something to get them mad, if we catch one of their fighters, there's a few tricks I know from what some of them do with prisonners that I can play before kicking him back where it belongs. That's going to scare some of them and get us some good morale on the spot, but on the long run it tends to make peoples either disgusted of themselves, or turned on by stuff you don't want in polite company. It will make is pals mad at us too, that's another reason why it's a bad idea in the long run."

» Fri May 27, 2011 9:09 am

Prescott was tacken aback by the amount's of opposition to his plan . For a moment , his face turned red and it was quite clear he was rather angry . "Im the damn Captain here" he thought in his head . "Why the hell should I take orders from those below me? Iv'e served three months in a argonian slave camp , I know what Im doing"

His face turned normal again , showing more sympathy . He shook his head to try and get the anger out as if it were some kind of mental disorder . He blunk . "Wow...what came over me?" . He realised that picking unneccesary fight's with his team was a bad decision , and it stood in stark contast to his original goal of treating everyone equally and with respect .

He let out a long sigh , looking at the ground somewhat pathetically , tracing meaningless patterns on the ground with his finger .

"Your both right , forgive me" he said without looking up . "I...I just feel bad for Matt , and other's who were wounded . Im not thinking straight"

He let out an exasperated yawn . "Disregard that command Fanier" he said with a flick of his hand . He looked up at his two officer's . "I think Im losing it , this god-forsaken jungle is getting the better of me"

» Fri May 27, 2011 11:40 am

As the captain calmed down, Fara shot him a smile "You've been close to split in half and have sprayed a bucketfull of blood over the landscape, that's a good enough reason to hate the place. Been there, done that.

I vented my feelings on an officer rather than the landscape though . Cost him a few teeth and me one rank and a month in the slammer. Crappy lounge and worse food, but I could sleep all I wanted without worrying about getting pinned to the cot by an argonian spear."

Thinking for a short while, Fara pointed at her flask "If you need something stiff to get over it, I've just the thing. As stiff as a stone pillar. Tastes like sock juice after a week of trekking in the swamp but I'm working on it."

» Fri May 27, 2011 5:15 pm

Fanier shook Gregg's hand. "Recon squad eight, eh? Hmm." Recon squad eight was the squad that asked for help ovre the radio. From the sound of the transmission, they didn't make it.

The captain told him to call in a fire strike, but the other officers talked him out of it. "Disregard that command, Fanier," he said.
"Yes, sir," he replied as he removed the headset. "However, I think I should continue relaying the rally point transmission like I was before, sir. Chances are there are other squads out there that are worse off than we are."

» Fri May 27, 2011 9:31 pm

"That don't strikes me as a good idea - they've trahsed the eigth squad safe for one guy" - pointing at Gregg. "Which means a fair chance for them to have a working transmitter and some ears. Guess what, telling hte lizards wher were are ranks quite low on my list of good ideas. If we were a full company with fire support and whatnot, yeah, I'd play the 'single squad calling in al stray squads to come'. Hoping to lure the locals to commit a large enough force to make the frying worth it. But since we're just a squad, t's a 'get us dead quick' sort of plan.

One more thing : as far as I know, our orders are to set a base camp and scout our assigned zone for argonians. That don't includes watching each and every of the council's stray puppies's backsides. Sure if we happen to find some or get close we might, but we shouldn't put our bascksides on the line for it."

» Fri May 27, 2011 8:30 am

Gregg, a little shaken from the previous argument (his nerves were still a little frayed) stepped forward. He pulled his map out as he walked and set it on a makeshift table-rock. He pointed out their position on the map, give or take a few hundred feet. "We're here," he said, trailing off. He looked up and asked "Where would be a good place for a base camp? I got nothing better to do, planning would preoccupy me anyway."

» Fri May 27, 2011 8:47 am

Zared could see the captains disgust and it didnt worry him at all. As the man seemed to have thought his decision over and changed it he relaxed abit. "Sir, there are two small argonian villages within this area. incinerating this place would be killing many innocents. Thanks." he looked at gregg then "Kid, we are at camp. This is where we are setting up. Lets get comfortable.." he shook his head as his fur was slowly drying, one would see in the fire light Zareds tattoos, the ones that were intricatly made on his back with ta'agra Runic symbols and a few images. Depicting his status, his bloodline and small personal particulars. If anyone were able to read the white Ta'agra Runes they would know who he was the son of. Of course he doubted anyone to be able to do that.

Opening his backpack up the panther like khajiit removed a small kettle and poured some of his water into it. Then from his food pouch a small herb mix he took a pinch from and put it into the water as it began to heat up. Making his variant of Elswyer tea with a small hint of moonsugar in it to sweeten it up.

» Fri May 27, 2011 5:37 pm

Gregg felt a hard feeling in the pit of his stomach. 'Great, my squad gets killed, and all of a sudden I'm a f****** retard.' He composed himself and said "Of course, makes sense. Sorry bout that." He stood up, grabbing his map and began to roll it up, but thought better of it, went outside, and looked around. He found his quiver, discarded carelessly next to his armor, and grabbed the broken arrow-head from the bottom. He went back into the cave, and scanned the wall. There was a small crack running through one of the rocks. He took the arrow head and shoved it in. He stepped back, and unrolled the map. When he began an attempt to set it up, the map just rolled back up. He cursed and hit the wall with the soft part of his hand, wincing at the slight pain, and pulled the arrow head out, throwing it in the corner. 'I'm a mess...' He slowly walked outside, around the back of the cave, and put his hands on top of his head, taking deep breaths. 'Gotta pull myself together, or i'm no good to anybody.'

» Fri May 27, 2011 8:54 pm

Velandris shook his head and walked over to his spot and ruffled into his bag and pulled out a wooden pipe and then pulled out his bag of ingredients and pulled out a small wrapped parsel. He unfolded it and looked at the small amount of Tobacco he had packed. He took a leaf and crushed it pouring the crushed bits into the pipes holster and walked back to the fire. He placed the mouth peice on the edge of his lips and picked up a small tiwg that lay close to the fire and lit the end and lit the tobacco and puffed away.

"Well since we are camping now I think its a good Idea to get to know one another. Would be better to know we can trust eachother with our lives then walking around the marsh not knowing who has our backs. Might help keep us sane in the process aswell." He brought up the isea again when the team failed to do so before they began to move to the cave. This was a better time then any.

» Fri May 27, 2011 6:22 pm

Zared looked at the man fumbling abit "Hey, sit down relax and calm your mind. Your acting like a recruit whos terrified of messing up." he then looked at Velandris 'Well you start then. Tell us all about yourself." he replied pouring half the tea into his metal cup and drank slowly from it. Needing to warm his core temperature up as to not catch a cold.

» Fri May 27, 2011 8:59 am

A small chuckle escaped itself for Velandris and he started to choke on the smoke after breathing in to much while laughing. He settled down and cleared his throaght. "Well, Velandris is my name, Served as a Valenwood Ranger for a few years. Well untill I had a run in with a legion garrision. Anyways got out of the woods and joined up As an imperial scout." He paused taking a puff of smoke and blowing out a ring. "Don't mind my falty negativeness of cracking jokes, It's a bad habbit I took in a long time ago, never have been able to break it." He moved closer to the fire and sat down. "What about you My fury friend?"