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Entry No. 1,597:
My second watch with the Twelfth was more eventful than the first. Six hours at the gates passed quite silently. There were no attacks, no scout parties to report; only the constant waft of burning bodies from the battle to the north. It is certainly not my first time having smelled that awful stench, but I see no reason to let my fellow soldiers know of that. So I will play the untested novice until opportunities arise to prove myself.
After post, I foolishly let my guard down. I had hoped to take some R&R in the city. I was unaware the Bloodmaim sent their scouts and dogs so far south, and so frequently into the populated roads. They know no fear, nor tactics, frankly. Still, it was a poor decision I made to walk alone.
Luckily, I was saved by a patrol from the Stand. Perhaps even more luckily, the commanding officer was a cohortes. I was able to engage him in conversation, although briefly.
I was successful in leaving the impression that "I did not belong here," I believe. He may believe me a novice; he may believe me over-eager. But undoubtedly, he will be paying attention to my efforts at the Stand, for better or for worse. In this case, I believe there is no such thing as bad publicity.
Surprisingly, I was promoted to Immunes. There must have been something he read in my file to warrant such.
Entry No. 1,597:
My second watch with the Twelfth was more eventful than the first. Six hours at the gates passed quite silently. There were no attacks, no scout parties to report; only the constant waft of burning bodies from the battle to the north. It is certainly not my first time having smelled that awful stench, but I see no reason to let my fellow soldiers know of that. So I will play the untested novice until opportunities arise to prove myself.
After post, I foolishly let my guard down. I had hoped to take some R&R in the city. I was unaware the Bloodmaim sent their scouts and dogs so far south, and so frequently into the populated roads. They know no fear, nor tactics, frankly. Still, it was a poor decision I made to walk alone.
Luckily, I was saved by a patrol from the Stand. Perhaps even more luckily, the commanding officer was a cohortes. I was able to engage him in conversation, although briefly.
I was successful in leaving the impression that "I did not belong here," I believe. He may believe me a novice; he may believe me over-eager. But undoubtedly, he will be paying attention to my efforts at the Stand, for better or for worse. In this case, I believe there is no such thing as bad publicity.
Surprisingly, I was promoted to Immunes. There must have been something he read in my file to warrant such.