Roll Call (or, "who the hell is active?")

[Flameclaw]

Commanding was only kind of in Flame's line. The wildcat's inclination was to roll back over and go to sleep, but since he and Typhoon jointly led the second leigon, they had to be role models for the troops. Not that there were very many of them anymore. Anyway, why did Dirk leave it to them to decide on a troop name? Wasn't it a better idea to just name them? Far more convenient for the commanders and troops at least.

Groaning, Flame rolled out of bed, breifly considering waking himself by allowing himself to fall, but his legs were under him, almost without permission. The cat stumbled over to his washstand and was about to rinse his face when he noticed a few glowing embers in the fireplace. It was the work of moments to set a fire above the coals and blow it into flames. He splashed some of the chilly wate ron his face and shivered from the way it felt. He buckled his crossbelts on and slipped his cloak around his shoulders. He glanced down at his loose cloth pants, a bit creased, but still ok to wear for the parade he'd have to do.

The door creaked loudly as the cat stepped out on the frosty courtyard. He picked his way across the paved yard and he started up the chilly tower in the corner. He bounded up the steps, trying to keep warm, but he still felt the nip in the air as it blew past his whiskers and ears. Residing at the top of the tower was a bell, large enough to be heard throughout the fort. When he arrived, Flame saw that he was late, seeing as he'd been on the dawn bell. The sun was almost halfway up now, but as the old saying goes "The best time to plant a pear tree was ten years ago. The next best time is now.", Flame rang the bell, pulling hard on the thick, coarse rope.

The impatient night watchmen listened with relief when the bell tolled out, and the new recruits groaned... If the bell had actually wakened them.

Who cares, though the cat as he ran down the steps again, they'll get woken if they don't report when I call a roll call. It was with those thoughts that he ran into the courtyard and returned to a walk. He was a Major after all. The soldiers dormitary door had been well oiled, since at a gentle push, it opened as smoothly as silk, but Flame's shout wasn't smooth, gentle, oiled or silky. It was loud and sudden,

"Anyone still in bed by the count of ten is labouring with Khan, the blacksmith, who's rebuilding his smithy! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.. TEN!"


OOC: There, done. Dingus... Please don't reply to half finished posts..

[Dingus and Shotput]

*Dingus and Shotput reporting..*says two pine marten voics in dull unison*

[Typhoon]

Typhoon was an early riser when he wasn't hungover. Seeing as he got drunk less often these days, the badger was getting up earlier and earlier. By the time the bell for roll call had rung, Typh had already breakfasted and been up for a full hour. Leaning on his spear, Typhoon cast a jaundiced eye upon the new recruits. They were indeed a sloppy lot. Most of them were still half asleep or still wearing their uniform.

"Dingus and Shotput reporting."

"Who said that?! Did I ask you to say anything? Did I?! Did Major Flameclaw? NO! So shut up!"

[Dirk Thornclaw]

OOC: Typh, that made me laugh so hard. Way to be hard on the recruits, that'll stiffen 'em up right and proper.

IC:
Dirk paused a moment to listen to Typhoon yell at the new recruits before making his presence known. He was garbed in a simple forest-green tunic, complete with a brown sash tied around his waist; simple clothing for a simple beast, as he liked to think. He thought of himself as simple as often as possible - the weight of commandership was all to heavy a burden on his shoulders some days. Fortunately, the weight was not so great today.

But still present. Dirk sighed at the thought that had leapt involuntarily into his head. Sometimes he wished nothing more than to pass the torch on to one of his soldiers, any one of them. Most would jump at the chance of such a promotion, all too ignorant of the duties and hardships that came along with the position. But then, there were days where his whole life was The Horde, and he felt he could willingly devote the entire rest of his life to the place and not have any regrets. This had been his home, after all, for the past two and a half years. He had enlisted a lowly, lonely recruit, and was now Horde Master, an honour few could claim to. Giving something back to the old army was the least he could do.

He may have left his younger days behind, but emotions still tugged and pulled at the mouse's mind.

Pulling his focus out of his turmoiled mind, Dirk cleared his throat to grab the attention of the two officers and their recruits. He spoke slightly louder than needed, to assure he had the ears of all present.

"Glad to see some training happening. I'm sure you all need to get back into shape, after our recent lull of activity. In fact, I'd suggest you would all want to get fit." Dirk chuckled softly to himself at that; no one understood, of course, the hidden meaning behind his words. Well. They would soon.

Not pausing for comments, the commander went on. "Now, I'm sure Major Typhoon is entirely capable of running the show by himself for a few moments, so I'd ask Major Flameclaw to come talk with me for a minute or two. If you would be so kind, sir?" He caught Flameclaw's eye and nodded towards the exit meaningfully, then turned and strode out to wait for his officer to follow.


Edit: OOC: In case you were wondering, I was going to RP switching Flame to the 1st Legion. I got bored though, and just told everyone ahead of time instead

[Typhoon]

OOC: Thanks, Dirk!

BIC: As Dirk left the parade square, Typhoon, his arm aching from repeated saluting and his face red with anger at the new recruits, turned to face the disorderly rabble which he was supposed to shape into a disciplined fighting force. He looked at the new recruits and saw what he expected to see; dozy, dispirited or defiant faces. The badger certainly had his work cut out for him. He would try intimidation first, to eliminate any defiance or impertinence in the ranks.

"All right, yew 'orrible lot! I'm yore troop commander, Major Typhoon! At all times, you will address me as Major or Sir. 'Ave yew h'idiots unnerstood that?"

Typhoon continued as he strolled around the troops, with his pace stick under one arm and the medals on his thick hemp tunic shining in the morning sun. He had left his spear leaning against the wall.

"Now, I doubt any of yew little 'alfbaked dozy little upstarts realise this, but yore Horde Commander 'as just walked right in front of yew, an' nort a single one of you came to attention or saluted him. In fact, yew h'idiots 'aven't even fallen in yet! Three ranks, dress to yore right! MOVE IT! NOW!"

[camleth]

Cam, who had been standing in the back listening to the new recruits get yelled at, fell in, saluted and awaited further orders.

OOC:sorry for the short post, but I really can't say anything till more people reply

[Finbar Bellamy]

Finbar was still lying on his cot, draped over the spare bed with his arms and legs dangling off listlessly. He was on his stomach, his head turned to the side. Every so often his lip twitched, suggesting an uneasy dream of some sort. The weasel was completely oblivious to the goings-on around him...unsurprisingly, for he was asleep.

((Yup, sorry about the short post, but uh, don't have a lot of time to do this right now.))

[Ashaman Throatblade]

Ashaman grinned as he shoved his way out of bed, listening to Typhoon yell at the new recruits. It had been ages, ages and ages, since they had had some new recruits. Ashaman could laugh at the thought of it. New Recruits! Not very long ago, that idea would have been laughed away in the bar, when the bar had been open. Now, as far as the stoat knew, it lay boarded up and shut. It was a sad story for something which had once been as popular as it had.

He had heard bell tolling ages ago and had woken up, if one could consider "immediate conciousness", "waking up". But he knew, or at least, the grizzled old recruits knew that it wasn't first out of bed who one, but first who was well and truely awake who did. Ashaman knew precisely how to get "well and truely awake". The stoat rarely slept.

But he wasn't nearly stupid enough to risk crossing Typhoon. In the old "Thyrellian" Legion or Regiment or whatever-it-had-been-called, he had had the [mis]fortune of having Typhoon as his commander. He knew, fairly well, that all that bellowing was bluff...or, at least, he hoped it was bluff. He had been yelled at privately many a time.

He had had night watch and so, he had an excuse. But, it didn't precisely matter. He still liked the feeling of being awake, that strange sensation of, well, being alive. So, he pulled on a battered uniform, a sword and buckler, and plodded out, onto the field. Typhoon was giving another speech of his. Ashaman smiled wryly.

"Sir! I have permission to be out late, being on night duty, but I decided to some anyway. I have heard of your promotion. Congratulations, sir! If I may, may I have some time with you after you finish your directions, sir?" he said, his paw at his forehead, his voice lapsing into that of a soldier's.

OOC:Meh, I'm rusty. Not that great a post, but all I can do at this moment.

[Typhoon]

OOC: Still better than anything I've ever done, Ashaman.

BIC: Ashaman's clear voice rang out above the sound of the shuffling of feet and the banging of spearbutts on the ground.

"Sir! I have permission to be out late, being on night duty, but I decided to some anyway. I have heard of your promotion. Congratulations, sir! If I may, may I have some time with you after you finish your directions, sir?"

Typhoon smiled and nodded. He waited until the recruits had fallen in before he pointed at Ashaman and spoke to the recruits.

"There yew 'ave it; a gude soldier. I remember when just joined, 'e was a dozy little sod like yew lort. But now! 'E comes to me and reports proper like, even after bein' on guard all night! Yew 'orrible lort 'ad better learn from 'im an' the other veterans, or you'll probably end up gettin' killed! If nort by the enemy, then by me! Now, Private Ashaman's got something to say to me, so yew lucky lort will be taken after by the Corporal over there, 'oo will check those rusty blades of yourn. Right, take over, Corporal."

A previously unnoticed otter, with two stripes on each sleeve, emerged from the shadow of the building and proceed to check the new recruit's weapons. Typh turned to Ashaman and spoke, lapsing out of his parade square accent.

"Right, Private. What did you have to say to me? Wait, we can talk in the barracks."

[Finbar Bellamy]

Fin started, rather suddenly, pushing himself up with his paws, and then rolling over so he was leaning on his paws in a somewhat comfortable but disgruntled-looking sitting position. The weasel shook his head, once, twice, trying to remember where he was. Not on a ship...there was none of the familiar rocking, or warm, friendly (well, not so much then, but so they would seem now) voices calling to wake him up. There was just harsh noise, new recruits groaning and washing up. No, not washing up, just marching outside. Figuring it must be some sort of inspection, Fin hopped out of bed. He hadn't worn pajamas, just his rumpled uniform, which had a faint spot of drool on the collar.

Grabbing his cutlass, the former sailor stumbled outside, stubbing his toe on the edge of his cot and cursing. He lined up with the rest of the soldiers, a bit late, but hopefully able to blend in. As he stared blearily down the long line of privates, some moaning softly, some practically sleeping standing up, he wondered what exactly had moved him to join the army.

[camleth]

OOC: AUGH!!!!!!!!!!!! why does it feel like me and Ranjit are the only ones active in OUR legion? Ranjit isn't even IN our legion! We need to set up our own(with Typh's permission and support) RPing thread.

I do really better posts in real RPs than just in the OOC boards and I got here just as the Invasion ended....so Typh if you could do something it would be appreciated. So guys in our legion PLEASE be active!!! I get this "please be active" thing from Flame who I know IRL.

[Dingus and Shotput]

typhoon said:

Typhoon was an early riser when he wasn't hungover. Seeing as he got drunk less often these days, the badger was getting up earlier and earlier. By the time the bell for roll call had rung, Typh had already breakfasted and been up for a full hour. Leaning on his spear, Typhoon cast a jaundiced eye upon the new recruits. They were indeed a sloppy lot. Most of them were still half asleep or still wearing their uniform.

"Dingus and Shotput reporting."

"Who said that?! Did I ask you to say anything? Did I?! Did Major Flameclaw? NO! So shut up!"

*I`m pretty sure you told us to have roll call Commando sah, and thats what were doin!*says the two pine martens in unison. Puffing up their chests, they stand on their tippaws on make themselves taller than Typhoon*Even if were recruits, cant boss us round man!*

Also Camelth, I`m active in this lwfion FYI

[Typhoon]

Typh whirled around so fast that he almost lost his balance, his expression somewhere a fiendish grin and a scowl. The sheer impudence of those two pine marten upstarts was maddening.

"Did I just 'ear someone talkin' back to me...? Hm?"

The badger slowly walked up to the two recruits, shaking his head sadly.

"Won't do yew no good talkin' back to me, or any of yore superiors, not in this army... I AM YORE COMMANDING OFFICER! I AM HERE TO BOSS YEW AROUND! DO YOU 'EAR ME!? EH? AND, IF I SAID I DIDN'T ASK YEW TO SPEAK, IT MEANS THAT I DID NOT! I DID NOT CALL A ROLL CALL EITHER! EVEN IF I 'AD, YOU WAIT UNTIL I CALL YORE NAME, THEN YOU COME TO ATTENTION AND SAY "PRESENT!" DO YEW JUMPED-UP LITTLE UPSTART SODS UNNERSTAND ME!?

The badger looked down and noticed that the two pine martens were standing on tippaw. He placed a hefty paw on their heads and pushed down, forcing them back to their normal height.

"Stand properly, yew 'orrible midgeted idjit sods! I'm still taller than yew!"

Typh whipped the pace stick out from under his arm and hit the two recruits in the stomach with the metal-tipped end, effectively winding them.

"In future, yew tew 'ad better keep your mouths SHUT, or else you'll get worse off me. Yew 'ave to learn some manners, yew 'orrible idjits. Run two dozen rounds around the parade square IN FULL KIT! And NO STOPPING! Get going, now, before I double it!"

OOC: Well, Cam, what do you think we should do? Sorry about the poor leadership and all, but this is effectively my first command post, so please bear with me.

Dingus and Shotput: Roll call just means you post in this thread if you're active. It doesn't have to be an actual RP roll call.

[Ashaman Throatblade]

OOC:Typh', I'll get a post up this week, latest. Sorry, I've been busy as can be and well...

[swift]

Swift secretly grinned. He was standing with the other recuits, the end of his brown cloak grazing the ground. The hood was down and Swift's left paw rested on a dagger. Stupid lot, if ye ask me. I'ma jus' gonna stand here 'till we do somefing. Swift thought. Swift grinned at the now awake and afraid recruit next to him. "Is he alway 'is cheerfull?" Swift whisped, barely audible to the recruit. The recruit pushed his finger to his lips and Swift shrugged.

Swift had been awake sincebefore the bell had rang. He had gotten up and fired some arrows at a target when it was still dark. Right now, he and his stomache were wishing that they had eaten something before coming.

[Rinafera Woxwitty III]

Erksta sighs. "I am totally not active. But whatever, Erksta whatsmyname the 10000th reportin'.

[Korren Greeneyes]

Korren came in, rubbing at his head. He had paid his first visit to the bar the night before, and vowed never to do so again.

Calmly waiting as the otter corporal checked his weapons, Korren glanced at the scared faces around him.

New recruits. Nice to know I'm not alone, he thought.

As he ran his round around the courtyard, Korren muttered to the scared-looking recruit next to him. "It's all right, Typhoon's not a bad chap. He just doesn't like beasts talking back to him."

[Crystal And Fireheart]

OCC: I'm trying to get used to how you all RP. I alway use *'s.

BIC:

From a far away spot , Crystal watches sleepily. Being one to stay up late, normally being her goofy, fun loving self, Crystal slept late. Trying to stop herself from yawn, she pops one of her ears painfully. She rubs the offending pain with an orange dyed paw. She tried to look bright, as if she had been awake for hours, but one thing proved she hadn't, and that was her tail dragging the floor limply. She comes forth, emerald eyes shinning dully as she tries to in vain to keep the fur on her head out of her eyes.
"Crystal Mcfox Villian Rosepaw reportin', but would rather be in bed." Crystal mutters, throwing a feeble salute, not atempting to hide her triedness. She Hears the cmmand to start to run and does so promptly, thinking of this as her morning exersice, since she hadn't got it yet. She flicks and ear in the diction of her right, and blinks. The tone wasn't familiar. Crystal turns her head to see Korren. She smiles at him and chuckles, not even breathing hard.
"Hey, he's not the first. Netier do I, really. I can really see where it comes from. Of corse, It's said that it comes in teenagers." Crystal mutters, still grining. She then curses in her head. She was more than likely the youngest of all the recuits, at the age of 15, and would more than likely be subjected to crel and stupid joke. Her orange dyed paw slips to where her battlesword would be if she had it with her.

[Finbar Bellamy]

((The style that I am using now certainly isn't required, Crystal. You can use whichever one suits you best. )

Finbar yawned again and rocked back and forth on his footpaws, then took off along with the hodge-podge of other recruits. He set an easy pace, not straining himself too hard. He pulled up beside Korren and a white fox, both of whom looked about the same age.

"That'd be right," he replied to Crystal's comment. "You teenaged beasts need some manners beaten into you at one point or another." He grins and winks at Korren.

It's hard to tell whether he's joking or serious, but he has his usual impish grin.

[Crystal And Fireheart]

((Thank god. Its hard to not do it normal like!))

**Crystal giggles and smiles a small misvious grin.** And you oldies should learn to keep pace! Hup two, hup two! **She grins, her sleepyness forgoten and replaced by a strange... hyperness. Crystal knew at the pace she was going, she could run backwards and still keep pace. Her spicies was normally fast, but she had unnormal long legs and a stamina to match. Her hyperness betray her true nature of curseing loadly and getting drunk. Normal for a 15 year old.**
Say, wanna race? Please? **Crystal whimpers out of the side of her mouth to etheir of the two beside her.**