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WARNING, THERE MAY BE SOME VULGAR/OFFENSIVE WORDS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!
Also feel free to post OOC responses below if you want (or PM me that works too), just remember that this is all OOC stuff, unless you have a mind reading toon...
"Alright you pieces of shit! Get in line!..." Cruven shouts as the fresh Backwood recruits enter their first day of training. "If you maggots think you got what it takes to become Blackwood, then you'll need ta prove your more than just some jackass swordsman, we only take the best, not just any pathetic man that can wield a sword! If you even got the slightest feeling you wont make it, do yourself a god damn favor and go join the Legion or gods help you the Corps!..." He pauses a moment and looks over the lined up recruits, looking to see which looks the most nervous. "Now, first lesson... we aint the Legion or any of those fucking law enforcing groups, we're mercs! That means we take jobs, weather it means working with the Legion or not. If you got some damn issue with taking a job working for some shady organizations I suggest you take your little morals and get your ass out of here...." At that two of the recruits glance at each other and mutter something before dropping their training swords and leaving. "Good, now I can focus on the rest of you maggots..." After his little speech Cruven has those remaining begin training drills, aimed at one purpose, bring the recruits to the verge of exhaustion and weed out those too weak to survive. His drills, far more brutal than those of other recruitment groups, the Blackwood's that know him raising a brow at the increased brutality... To some it might appear as if he's venting anger through these drills.
This is pathetic... For too long have I tried to be friendly, if these jackasses of Sundren treat me like an asshole, it's about time I became one... He looks down at his holy symbol. That damned elf, treats me and my men like shit, but come time when he needs my help he expects it? Yeah right, I was more likely to lop his head off than I was to attack that vampire... At least the vampires don't see me as some weapon they can use then toss in the dirt. I'm a damn merc, if they expect me to aid the Legion in something, they better give me a down payment or it aint happening. He continues to watch as the recruits struggle to run their laps around Aquor dressed in full battle regalia, he looks back at the hilt of one of his swords. These "do-goodly" fools need to realize that I'm not their weapon... Hells, at the moment I'd rather aid that blood-sucker Clive than that depressed idiot of a champion Dain...
"Sir!... Sir!..." one of the recruits pants as he runs over to Cruven "Sir! I think Leon is dieing!... He's not breathing and passed out!.."
Cruven looks to the man and simply states, "So... another one weeded out..."
Also feel free to post OOC responses below if you want (or PM me that works too), just remember that this is all OOC stuff, unless you have a mind reading toon...
"Alright you pieces of shit! Get in line!..." Cruven shouts as the fresh Backwood recruits enter their first day of training. "If you maggots think you got what it takes to become Blackwood, then you'll need ta prove your more than just some jackass swordsman, we only take the best, not just any pathetic man that can wield a sword! If you even got the slightest feeling you wont make it, do yourself a god damn favor and go join the Legion or gods help you the Corps!..." He pauses a moment and looks over the lined up recruits, looking to see which looks the most nervous. "Now, first lesson... we aint the Legion or any of those fucking law enforcing groups, we're mercs! That means we take jobs, weather it means working with the Legion or not. If you got some damn issue with taking a job working for some shady organizations I suggest you take your little morals and get your ass out of here...." At that two of the recruits glance at each other and mutter something before dropping their training swords and leaving. "Good, now I can focus on the rest of you maggots..." After his little speech Cruven has those remaining begin training drills, aimed at one purpose, bring the recruits to the verge of exhaustion and weed out those too weak to survive. His drills, far more brutal than those of other recruitment groups, the Blackwood's that know him raising a brow at the increased brutality... To some it might appear as if he's venting anger through these drills.
This is pathetic... For too long have I tried to be friendly, if these jackasses of Sundren treat me like an asshole, it's about time I became one... He looks down at his holy symbol. That damned elf, treats me and my men like shit, but come time when he needs my help he expects it? Yeah right, I was more likely to lop his head off than I was to attack that vampire... At least the vampires don't see me as some weapon they can use then toss in the dirt. I'm a damn merc, if they expect me to aid the Legion in something, they better give me a down payment or it aint happening. He continues to watch as the recruits struggle to run their laps around Aquor dressed in full battle regalia, he looks back at the hilt of one of his swords. These "do-goodly" fools need to realize that I'm not their weapon... Hells, at the moment I'd rather aid that blood-sucker Clive than that depressed idiot of a champion Dain...
"Sir!... Sir!..." one of the recruits pants as he runs over to Cruven "Sir! I think Leon is dieing!... He's not breathing and passed out!.."
Cruven looks to the man and simply states, "So... another one weeded out..."
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