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Tiarana rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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 Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 11:04 am
Navigation 101
Cheese thought that maybe getting a little closer to the ground might help her focus on tiny details, so she knelt down and peered at the dirt. The instructor frowned down at her. "And do you see anything there, drone?"
Cheese squinted down at the dirt and hazarded a guess. "Sir, I think these small stones over here have been recently disturbed, sir!" She pointed at some gravel.
"Well of course they have, drone! You soldiers," the instructor barked, "have been tromping all over the place! The first rule of tracking is to move lightly and leave few signs of your presence. You can be tracked the same way as your quarry. Good effort, though, drone."
Cheese nodded thoughtfully and looked around again.
((tbc YET AGAIN :V ))
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Dartanian Isthill rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 12:51 pm
Medicine 101
With the narrator running short on time and possibly late for something obscure and completely unimportant, we'd like to entreat the reader with a brief synopsis of a rather out of place individual in the rather under-appreciated field of medicine. Talymn only found his way here after having been holed up in the infirmary as a result from the previous night's escapades (rather sorrowfully untold at that) and had decided to stick around out of mild interest and also because walking was painful.
Surprisingly though, the information he gleaned here was pretty interesting and he felt like it may come in handy at a later time. Plus seeing the results of past experiments and lab work was mesmerising enough to keep him from noticing the smells. By the end of the shift, he understood why some would find this area so appealing.
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Melancholies rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 1:23 pm
Medicine
Oh this just wouldn't do. This was the exact opposite of what she wanted. Well, hell, she didn't really want the alternative either.
Arriving at the underground base was less then thrilling. It was an experience she could have done without, to be honest. Sitting cooped up in her room... even that would have been a better alternative, in some depressing way. Staring out the window, the majority or her age group off having some adventures in a cave underground, searching for a mother grub. Really, she had to stop flip-flopping. Her resolve was weak and flimsy, and her thoughts proved it. Whatever the case may be, she was here now. Here underground, accompanying Sir around the base. It was a usual thing, now, to see the duo roaming about together, if not a very... confusing sight to behold. What with this looming indignant blueblood roaming about with his also blueblood pupil at his side, with an entire heads length of height distance between them. Sarcel was short anyway, but Sir's tall commanding stature didn't help the matter. She looked like a midget standing next to him. She might as well be.
Nevertheless, she supposed the whole situation could have been worse. At least her blood color allowed her comfortable accommodation, which was nice, if not unfair. Oh well, such was life with the caste system. She bit her tongue and said nothing on the matter about her thoughts to Sir, just nodded obediently, went on her merry way...
Of course, with Sir, nothing could ever run smoothly. Pyruet- the greenblood that sir ever so detested- was in on this mission too. An endeavor for all of them! Needless to say, Sir seemed less then pleased about her presence, and well, happened to slice one of his beloved trench knives just a little too deep. And by that she meant clean through his hand.
And it took every effort from her not to say something, urge him to the medical station in the base. Watching the blood and good god did that get everywhere. She wondered how the guy wasn't dead yet, seriously. How much blood did he have to lose before he died? Apparently a lot more than the average troll. But then, Sir wasn't the average troll.
She had to thank the military for once though. As scary as the imperial presence was to her, they had done something right! Well, they always did something right, but personal to her... A few of them saw Sir with his mangled hand and finally managed to talk some sense into him. Superiors, ranks she'd never achieve, other such things... even though she would be perfectly capable, if only because her blood said so. Otherwise she was totally incompetent.
Still, at least they were on their way now. She tried not to look at Sir's bloody, messed up hand. It already looked so terrible from the night before, what with the cutting and also steel wool; an experience she herself had the pleasure to have. It wasn't one she'd like to repeat anytime soon- her hands still ached terribly.
Ah, but, here they were. She silently hoped that the ones in here would be more than willing to clean up Sir's hands, because she honestly didn't want anything to do with them. Nothing. She did not want to touch him, or his hands, or his god damn blood. God forbid.
But maybe she could pick something up here, too. Learn a thing or two! Maybe the expeditions would start soon, and if they did, having some medical expertise might not be a bad thing to have! She just hoped the 'doctors' here wouldn't make her be the one to have this lovely little hands-on experience.
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Soldier of Song rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 1:51 pm
Medicine 101
Sempur's good moods, so few and far in-between, never lasted long. Nevermind that he was still a huge b*****d even when in one of his supposed good moods, you probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but it mattered to him. It seemed everyone was always out to get him when he felt content for once.
Well, he was being unfair. Sarcel was being surprisingly well-behaved. Maybe he was mostly thinking about Pyruet. Only not, because he wasn't thinking about her, because he was ignoring her. Totally ignoring her, didn't hear a damn thing she said. He just felt like stabbing his hand, it wasn't out of rage or anything. Sometimes a man just wants to risk permanent damage by sticking a knife through their hand, OK? OK.
Unfortunately, not a lot of trolls seemed to understand that, either. Just as none could comprehend Sempur's good moods, so was his... hobby misunderstood. He hardly had time to really enjoy the camp before a soldier, a real soldier, approached him and Sempur was so enraptured the adult probably thought it was the blood loss that had him dazed and that wide-eyed gaze wasn't just Sempur being a weirdo.
So he ended up being ordered to see a medic. Needless to say, Sempur was heartbroken. Maybe a little upset. Mostly disappointed, but he wasn't going to say any of these things, no. He mainly kept his mouth shut as he was lectured, hanging onto every word, sure, but shooting Sarcel a glare every so often as if daring her to say anything about this humiliation.
After having his beloved hands patched up and reminded again that he couldn't very well be useful if his hands were maimed, Sempur was only too eager, rather guiltily, to leave. Only, the medic seemed to have a different idea, eyeing Sempur's bent nose. "You know, I could probably do something about that too--" "NO!"
He probably sounded more defensive than he meant to, whoops.
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Sugi Kawakita rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 3:33 pm
*~Survival~* Pyre approached the designated area for survival training, wearing a slightly less formal, more practical outfit; she wasn't sure if aquatic training was going to be involved today, but seeing as how her usual getup would make that pretty impossible, she'd dropped it for something a bit more freeing. She'd decided medicine was pointless to take. She had no intentions of getting hurt, and she was pretty sure Sarce had said something about taking it anyway. Navigation and tactics, she already felt secure in, but she wasn't as confident about her survival skills, and wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to train in combat with the Alternian military. But that was for later. Tonight(today? Time stopped making sense when you couldn't see the sky), she was going to be... Climbing apparently. Fitted with possibly the least reassuring harness she'd ever laid eyes on, she was told to retrieve at least 6 flags, and directed towards the wall of the cavern, where a couple dozen or so bright orange triangles hung, none lower than twenty feet off the ground, most of them a good deal higher. It was fairly easy going until she hit the first flag, where she learned they weren't just hanging on hooks--they were attached to spikes that had been driven into the rock. She had to find a place to brace herself against the rock face so that she wouldn't pitch backwards when the spike came loose. Three flags later, her grip was weakened, her arms burning, her fingertips scraped raw, but she wasn't quitting. Wasn't going to give in to the pain, wasn't going to surrender in front of the army. No, she was just going to fail. As the fourth flag finally came loose, so did her balance. She fell backwards, the harness barely slowing her descent, just enough to keep her from splatting on the ground. She landed roughly, her scraped fingers marking where she caught herself with a few pale green spots. "Disgraceful." The soldier supervising the training class didn't even meet her eyes as he commented on her performance, already escorting another troll to the wall. She unclasped the harness from herself and placed the flags she'd managed to secure in a pile at the base of the wall, and stepped to the side, watching the rest of the trolls run the same exercise she had, flags being replaced when needed. No one else spoke a word to her the rest of the course, and she didn't say a word to anyone else, returning to the portable building her room was in when everyone was dismissed.
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Silverah rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:22 pm
Navigation 101
Having been threatened away from tactics for a few days, Hazzan headed for navigation classes at her soonest opportunity. She considered herself much more of a brain than a brawn, and with Frossa hitting combat courses as hard as she was, Hazzan didn't feel much inclined to also head that way - even if tactics seemed to be preparing her for such.
Instead, she approached the map table with initial hesitation. The brightly-colored diagrams seemed like they were written in a foreign language, and she was both excited and nervous to learn how to decipher them. However, this being her first day in classes, they made her start slow. Compas roses. Keys. Basic and boring and utterly essential.
By the end of the day, Hazzan was starting to get the hang of directions in a way she hadn't before and had a decent grasp of some very basic cartography. She didn't think she'd done too terribly!
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RawringKiwi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 9:48 pm
Navigation 101
Maihue decided she should keep going. There was always more to learn...
She quietly walked onto the decks and sat down. As she sat down, she started to think. What would she do after navigation, anyway? She really didn't want to deal with survival. ...Even though she knows she really should. Maihue huffed. Before she could continue thinking, the navigation soldier dropped a huge pile of papers onto the deck. Holy greenthorn, WHY WAS THERE SO MUCH PAPER. Maihue stared at the paper as the soldier spoke. "For those of you who returned.. Good for you. Now you get to review all of the stuff you learned. You can come back another time, because honestly I don't care. Take this however many times you want. Now come get your papers."
Maihue stood up and walked over to the papers, and looked at the soldier. They were looking away... At who knows what. They suddenly glared at Maihue, and she jumped. She quickly looked at the ground and speed walked far, far away to the back of the group and sat down and started to look over the papers.
All of them were out of order, and Maihue had difficulty placing some of the stuff for maps. She puffed her cheeks out and sat there thinking for a moment before everything started rushing into her head like a huge tidal wave. She finished as quickly as she could, and handed them back to the soldier. She decided to ask about stars...
"Um, i-if I may, do... Do you have anything more on stars..? I would love to um, review them some more..." The soldier stared at her like she was a complete fool for talking like that. Maihue became flustered as the soldier stared at her, and then they nodded. They shoved some papers into her hands and shooed her away. Maihue walked back to her spot smiling. Oh how she really did like learning about the stars.
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Melancholies rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 10:50 pm
Medicine
Let sleeping dogs lie, Sarce.
And yet here she was again. Just the other day, Sir had had a mishap with his hand. Now she found herself back at the medic tent, staring at the symbols that stated such. A few slow blinks as she paced around; finally a moment without Sir breathing down her neck! Ah, but now she was nervous. Nervous and pacing, debating if she wanted to go in there ans seek help. What could she do anything? She was just a little older then 6 sweeps, it wasn't like she could contribute much help to experience trolls of medicine.
But she could always learn. Truth be told, she was hardly interested in the field of medicine, but maybe if she knew a little bit about the arts of healing, she would be more useful; and she was always on the hunt to be more useful. An ambition that seldom showed, but she desired it nonetheless.
Finally, she takes a deep breath and walks into the setting. Other trolls already there, injured and seeking aide, the medics themselves, or others like her- trying to learn. Studying and watching and observing... She settled in to watch herself, after making sure the medics there didn't think she required their help.
It was actually a little fascinating watching the wounded in front of her receive a good amount of stitches to a gash on their leg. She shuddered; sure he would make a full recovery, but she was once again reminded of her own leg, her only strength, and her greatest downfall. Nervousness returning, she tried to push her own fears away.
"You just goin' to sit there 'n watch, 'er you here to learn somethn'?" it was an interesting accent to be sure, one that made the blueblood jump, hardly squeaking out a "W-W-Well actually y-yes." as she looked at the tealblood situated there.
"Well 'n, get ovr' 'ere." and she quickly abides; such a submissive troll! But she wasn't about to start a fight or anything. The medic hands her a roll of gauze and motions to the patient in front of him. A kid, probably not much older then herself, also here because of his eagerness to join in on the military shenanigans. Sitting there with a small, but deep enough cut on his forearm.
Of course she looks at the bandages in her hands, but the medic quickly snaps at her to stop staring, now watch carefully, ya' 'ere?! Clean the cut, disinfect it- ya following? This is easy!. It's easy enough, yes.
"Now you wrap it up." and, with shaky fumbling hands, she does. The other kid sitting there looks none too happy about it, but it's just an application of wrappings, hard to screw up there! Soon enough he's on his way...
"God damn," the doctor remarks "Ya like a lil' finicky hopbeast. Calm down, ya might even be useful 'omeday if ya do."
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thyPOPE rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 11:33 pm
Survival 101
Tonight, the survival course seemed to be focused on physical stamina - which was great, except that Alifax had never been much of a push-up troll, or a sit-up one, either.
He supposed if he had a choice, sit-ups were the lesser evil. So he laid himself down and braced himself, because he was certain that this would take awhile, and that he'd be aching by the end of the night. That had pretty much been what had happened at the end of his previous three nights in the survival course, too, and it seemed to be par for the course for his fellow recruits, too. Alifax didn't mind, though; he supposed that he'd have to learn things like this. Eventually.
They were morbid thoughts, but as he marathoned his sit-ups, his thoughts focused entirely on that distant future. He was certain that he couldn't be a member of the military forever - well, and not for the length of his natural lifespan, either. He wasn't the self-sacrificing soldier type, unless the self-sacrificing didn't involve life loss. And he'd agree with anyone that affirmed the glory of the empire, but Alifax still wasn't sure that he appreciated the thought of making the empire his first priority. A military life would be satisfying, though, and comfortable. Even if it involved this sort of training daily - he'd have money, he thought. Money was nice to have, when he didn't have the time to hunt for himself or the time to walk all the way down the Busthind Mountains to the Four Fronds. He would like money. Perhaps he could purchase more books with it, too.
Yes, that was certainly what he was working toward. So perhaps a military career wouldn't exactly be ideal - but Alifax couldn't mind. It was probably for the best.
As long as he didn't get recruited to become a Helmsman, of course. Alifax sighed, and hoped dearly that the Alternian empire only resumed its galaxy-conquering long after he'd already passed away.
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ChaosTheories rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 7:02 am
Medicine 101, take 3
Abrila's body still ached, so she returned to the medical tent for another round. It was easy enough work and she was learning a few things, which might come in handy if she ran into anything hazardous down in the caves. Maybe she wouldn't die of infection or blood loss. Yeah, that seemed like a plus. It would be pointless to have taken so many survival classes if she couldn't even patch herself up if something did happen.
That night seemed to be focused on patching up accident victims from the other courses. Abrila was quickly ushered into one of the emergency sections of the tent and told to disinfect and close a wound. A greenblood sat behind a curtain, bleeding profusely from a shallow cut above their eye. The troll glowered at Abrila as she entered, so she just stared blankly back at them. Probably just another coolblood judging her for her own blood colour. It was nothing she wasn't used to.
It would have been nice if the patient co-operated, though. The greenblood flailed around and shouted obscenities at her as she wiped their face free of blood and put on the disinfecting solution. She couldn't help but feel a bit of satisfaction, however; the solution stung like hell. Take that you arrogant fool.
Eventually, the bleeding slowed enough that Abrila was able to close the wound with a few butterfly strips. Luckily, the cut wasn't deep enough to merit stitches. The greenblood wouldn't have been the only one getting stitches if that had been the case. Her patient thanked her with a scowl and a rude gesture before charging through the curtain.
Huh, now what? Abrila stood around for a bit, but when no one noticed her, she returned to the table, curled up on it, and went to sleep.
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Galaxa13 rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 8:39 am
Survival 101
Putting on her game face Minist marched into Survival training. She was going to prove she couldn't handle anything. She wasn't a grub. No stupid training was going to keep her down. Now, what was he objective today?
She stopped dead in her tracks. They were being ushered to the pool and told to change into swim suits. No. Nononononononono. This was where she drew the line. She could handle that small pool from the obstacle course because she could easily stand in it. She got wet, but no risk of drowning. This pool was a lot deeper and definitely would prove a danger to a troll who couldn't swim. Yeah, she was going to turn around and go back to Tactics or something, that sounded like a good plan.
"HEY!" A soldier had spotted her just as she was about to turn around. "Get your lazy a** over here, recruit!" Like hell I will. Minist thought as she quickly turned around and started making her way to the exit. The soldier, however, didn't seem to appreciate being ignored and started marching towards her. Looked like it was time to book it. Sprinting away Minist could hear the soldier curse and pick up pace behind her.
It took some doing, but by then end of the training period she had managed to shake off her pursuer. Leaning against one of the temporary respite blocks she slid down to the ground, hand over her beating chest. After a while she was able to catch her breath. Her legs ached and she had a stitch in her side. Well. . . at least I didn't have to swim. she thought, reflecting on the fact she had been spending hours avoiding a soldier. This had been a real survival situation.
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RawringKiwi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 10:31 am
medicine 101
Maihue stared at the tent that she was supposed to walk into for medicine. She just stood there and stared. From a distance of course. She didn't want people to bump into her. Or think of her as a weirdo. But that was already too late, since.. Well, she was just standing there for who knows how long. Just staring. That's it. Staring. Maihue folded her arms, and briskly walked in. She looked around, and all she could see was medicine, bandages, tables... Chemicals? What? She stared at the chemical table, then sat down far, far, far away from where the instructor would be. This was definitely not navigation...
The instructor clapped and pointed at Maihue. "YOU THERE. GET UP HERE, NOW." The instructor pointed towards the front of the group. Maihue jumped and fidgeted and freaked and gasped and... You get the point, she was scared. She slowly walked up and sat down, completely and utterly uncomfortable.
"Now that that was settled.." The instructor said with a devilish grin. "Let us first learn how to tape things. Correctly." Maihue grabbed the bandages and stared at a.. What was that, a stick? Were they bandaging a stick? Maihue stared at the others around her, and heard a snap. The instructor pointed down towards the stick. ...Man, she wished she was back in navigation. She slowly started to wrap the tape around the stick, and as she was finishing, the instructor slammed their hand on the table. "No." They walked away, and Maihue's hands started to tremble. How was she supposed to do this?! She tried six more times, and nothing. Then finally on the seventh time, she got it and sighed a sigh of relief. The instructor stared down at her stick and nodded. "Good, now move on to a partner and do that." What. Oh no, this just wasn't Maihue's night...
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artificial bones rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 11:07 am
Navigation 101
"Today's lesson will be tracking," and it started. Zeylla stood stiffly with her group upground at the edge of a line of fronds. She was highly uncomfortable, seeing as tracking often involved blood. She really hoped she wouldn't have to deal with any more troll blood any time soon. But as the instructor paced and lectured, he mentioned paint that would be used on the hands of the 'hunted' trolls.
Thankfully she wouldn't be on that team. She would be on the team of trolls that would track them down. The instructor listed off some innane information about tracking, things like broken twigs and shifted rocks. Little things that were things Zeylla already knew, honestly.
Soon after he finished explaining these things she already knew, the hunt began. Zeylla moved silently and quickly through the trees, easily picking up broken twigs, foot prints, and smears of paint on the fronds. She felt proud when she found the first of the 'hunted' trolls, and after sending him back to the group, she continued on and on.
She would find four trolls from the group of twelve, and she came back to the intructor feeling rather proud of herself. And nopt a single drop of blood spilled or splattered on her. Thank Shrehe'sem.
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Sugi Kawakita rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 5:39 pm
Survival 101! The second day went, if possible, worse than the first. Sleep-deprived and under-hydrated was not the best condition to be in when distance-running. She'd barely started warming up when the headache started. Three laps in and it felt like someone was chiseling the space between her eyes. Six, and she could barely focus on what she was doing. Eight laps in and she slowed to a walk, some drones and more in-shape younger trolls passing by her as her position dropped quickly. Not that it mattered, really, not officially. It wasn't a race. But it was evidence of the gap in ability between where she was now, and the military, and that was disconcerting.
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Tiarana rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 7:57 pm
Navigation 101
The instructor commanded his trainees to fan out and find any sign that other trolls had been there. Carefully. Cheese stumbled into a side tunnel and poked around a while. Well, it did seem as though something besides her had been here. She'd found some fur stuck on a rock, and there were more loose stones. If she looked closely she thought she could see the trail of whatever creature had passed through there, but before she could start to follow it, the instructor shouted to her not to stray away from the group. Wait, she was training to be a soldier, wasn't she? Theoretically the drone could take care of herself, but she obeyed the instructor nonetheless.
((tbc...maybe? idk))
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