Gaiden Chapter 1: Combat "Training" (Kelton's POV)
AN: This might or might not be canon. It is mostly designed to test out the new combat mechanics before we get to a serious fight.
"The more you sweat in training, the less you bleed in battle."
The sun isn't even up yet when you push open the door of the (extremely fancy) room you'd been stuffed in when you arrived with Lady Cartese and company. Part of is because you've done it so many times it would probably be harder to not rise early. Besides, you have a reputation to maintain as the Champion of the Miau Militia!
'By virtue of being the only permeant member,' Ardan's dry voice brings your ego back into check as if she was actually there.
"You need something?" a voice asks.
Looking around, you force back a frown as you see that the guard has been increased since last night: there are now a round twelve soldiers in the corridor: three on either side with six more posted along the wall, opposite the party's rooms. And these are no green troops: you can tell right away that they're well trained, and they carry steel lances and well-maintained armor. This level of protection would be ludicrous in Miau for anything, and even here, with a foreign noblewoman, it seemed… excessive.
You shake your head slightly: Her Ladyship the Countess was probably just worried; after all, bandits running around didn't look great, and if something were to happen it would be a black mark Legarius might never recover from. Better to be safe than sorry.
"Just going to do my training," you say, hefting your own spear. "Got to stay in shape."
The other soldier raises an eyebrow. "I think we have things well in hand, boy," he says, gesturing around to draw attention to his cohort as if you were some rookie who couldn't talk and think at the same time.
You force back your injured pride before shooting him a grin. "I have not slacked off on training a day since I took up this spear," you say. "And I'm not gonna start now. Besides, we're not gonna be here forever, and I gave my word that I'd get the good lady back home after she saved my sister. Can't do that if I'm not at my best."
The man started to open his mouth, only to be interrupted. "I'll deal with him, Castor," another of the soldiers, a woman, said. "You keep an eye on the kid if she ever surfaces."
"But-" The first guard shakes his head. "Fine. Just remember what we were told."
"Sure," the woman says, walking past you with only a jerk of her head to indicate you should follow. Raising an eyebrow, you lengthen your step until you're walking beside her: you had enough of following people around after Ryza's silly duckling comment. Although, looking back, it had been kinda funny just how earnest she'd sounded when she suggested it.
Still, not reason to be rude. "Thanks," you say to the woman.
She grins. "I should almost be thanking you, you gave me the chance to get out of babysitting duty," she says. "'Sure, stick Claire with the little girl: she's a woman,' they say. 'All women know how to handle little kids, right?'"
"Hey, Ryza's a good kid," you say. A little weird, maybe, but for some sort of magical experiment that Lady Cartese had rescued from the Imps, Ryza was pretty stable.
Claire raised an eyebrow. "If you say so," she says. "I'd kind of been hoping to get some time on the yard today too, so you're doing me a double favor. How good are you?"
You puff up your chest a bit. "I'm the best in Miau," you say confidently.
She simply smirks. "You'll find things are a little different around here, country boy," she says. "Don't go biting off more than you can chew."
"You don't believe me?" you ask, bristling.
"Hey, I'm sure you're halfway decent; a noblewoman wouldn't let you come with her if you weren't. I'm just saying that we train hard here."
"So do I," you say.
"We'll see," she says before lengthening her stride and ignoring any further attempts to engage her. Growling slightly, you speed up yourself. She responds in kind, and it's all the two of you can do to stop yourselves from running down the hall trying to one-up each other.
Finally, just as the sun is starting to peek above the horizon, Claire comes to a halt in front of a big door decorated with crossed spears. Pushing it open, she steps into a large, open room, lined with pillars and open to the outside. "Training yard," she says. "Looks like we've got a few early risers, so it won't just be us."
You look over to see what she's referring too. A group of twelve younger men, some looking younger than you, are panting and clutching at their training spears. They have no padding or shields, even as they face a group of eight soldiers fully equipped for training, led by an even harder-looking man who's glowering at the first group.
"That all you got, maggots?" he growls. "Pathetic. All of you, pathetic! Again!"
One of the younger men, nursing his ribs, let out a weak cry as he stepped forward. Before he could even begin to raise his spear for a proper blow, however, the leader's own practice spear stabs out in three quick jabs, sending the boy to the ground. He doesn't get up.
"Dead!" the thug roars, whacking the prone figure again and again. "I tell you once, I tell you twice, I tell you a hundred times, but you still can't do the simplest thing!"
Your eyes narrow in fury as you start to step forward, only to be held up by a hand grabbing your arm. "Don't," Claire says, a mix of anger and bitterness coloring her voice. "Fox's the meanest asshole this side of the border, and he doesn't like anyone challenging his training methods. Don't stick your neck out, it won't do any good."
You clench your fist. "This isn't training," you say coldly as you watch the injured recruit crawl weakly back to his fellows, all of whom look utterly beaten.
"No, it's not, but there's nothing we can do about it."
"AGAIN!"
None of the recruits move, save for one who's busy trying to help his fellow to his feet. Fox's mouth widens into a cruel smirk. "Get 'em, boys."
The group of soldiers with him grin as they start casually walking forward, their spears pounding against the ground as they lash out with taunts and jibes. The recruits started backing up fearfully, and it's clear the second they break, the soldiers will be all over them.
You don't even consciously decide to move. All you can hear is your blood pounding in your ears, all you can see is red, and the next thing you know, you've grabbed a training spear from the nearby rack, hefted your shield, and moved to join the cluster. "Hold!" you snap to the recruits. "Hold your line!"
A hush falls over the room as Fox glowers at you. "Who the fuck are you, boy!" he roars.
"My name is Kelton of Miau," you snarl. "And where I'm from, trainers are supposed to teach their charges, not brutalize them!" The recruits all look at you with something resembling awe, though it could just be your imagination because of their battered faces.
Fox's face goes red. "I don't recall asking your opinion, boy," he snarls. "Now get out of here before I send you to the healer in pieces."
"That would be ill-advised," Claire says coolly from behind you. "I have been ordered to ensure that this one remains uninjured, by the Countess herself."
Fox glares at her, his face turning from red to an ugly blotchy purple. One of the recruits takes another step back, but you gently put your spear behind him: at this moment, any sign of weakness will lead to disaster. He shudders, but stays put.
Then, suddenly, Fox smiles. "Of course," he says, his voice silky. "But this is the training hall, it's expected for there to be some… bumps, shall we say." He gives you a sickening smile. "What do you say, Kelton of Miau? Want to have a real education?"
Contrary to popular belief back home, you're not stupid. You know he's baiting you, wanting an excuse to pound you for daring to defy him.
You simply don't care.
"I was looking forward to a bit of exercise," you shoot back before looking to the recruits. "Come on, guys, let's show them what you're really capable of."
None of the recruits look particularly happy, but as you give them a confident smile they glance between you and their tormenters and seem to decide that they'd rather be with you than alone.
Claire, meanwhile, is glaring at you in clear frustration. However, she sighs. "If that's what you both want…" she says. "But this will be a fair spar, am I understood?"
"Of course," Fox says. "If you want these worms, boy, feel free. I, of course, will have my own soldiers with me. We can consider this an impromptu test." He gives them all a scathing look. "You'd have done better to just fight me yourself."
You narrow your eyes. "We'll see," you hiss, leading your impromptu posse towards the wall. "Come on, let's get you all equipped."
"But Sergeant Fox says that only real people are-" one of the recruits starts weakly.
You toss him a shield, which he barely catches. "You're training to be soldiers, right?" you ask. "Soldiers use shields: so you'd better get used to them."
The men all look at each other before slowly nodding. "I guess…"
As they put on their training gear, you watch to see what Fox and his goons are up to. The man himself is having a quiet, intense conversation with Claire, who really doesn't look happy. However, she finally backs off, taking a position between the two groups, glaring at both of you about equally.
Fox gathers his men, splits them in half, and sends one group each way, forming a long, sharp triangle pointing away from you, with himself at the point furthest away. 'Coward,' you think scathingly, though you notice that there is just enough space to get between the two groups if you wanted to. It would be tricky, though, as both groups look like they have a plan. They do seem somewhat laid back, though, calling the occasionally taunt across the hall.
"So what do we do, sir?" one of the recruits asks. "Tom and Bill are both too injured to be of much help: they… they got the worst of it before you showed up."
Glancing back, you see that indeed two of the recruits are simply leaning against their spears, looking like they can barely stand.
"Alright, they'll hold up the rear," you say. "As for what we're going to do, listen up. This Fox guy's a bully; I've seen plenty like him and his posse. We take him out, the rest of his goons'll back off. As for how we're gonna do that-"
AN: This battle is designed to test out the new combat system. I've posted the mechanics themselves below; please ask any clarifying questions and tell me anything that doesn't make sense.
Pre-Battle Phase:
Your Force:
Kelton (Level 2, Training Spear)
10x Recruits (Level 1, Training Spears)
Enemy Force:
Group 1: Michael Fox (Level 2 Boss, Training Spear)
Group 2: 4x Soldiers (Level 2, Training Spear)
Group 3: 4x Soldiers (Level 2, Training Spear)
Battlefield:
An empty training hall with no noticeable terrain. The enemy is split into 3 groups, Group 2 and Group 3 closer to you than Group 1. There is a gap you could attempt to thread.
Primary Objective: Defeat Michael Fox
Secondary Objectives:
[] Write In (Plan)
Strategy:
[] Write In (Plan)
Remember: all combat votes will be Plan votes.
This could go great. This could go horribly. Either way, let's rock it. Also, I updated the character sheets with their skills. Also, the long delay before voting is to make sure that everyone understands the mechanics and any mistakes I've made are ironed out, so please don't start actually voting until then.
"The more you sweat in training, the less you bleed in battle."
The sun isn't even up yet when you push open the door of the (extremely fancy) room you'd been stuffed in when you arrived with Lady Cartese and company. Part of is because you've done it so many times it would probably be harder to not rise early. Besides, you have a reputation to maintain as the Champion of the Miau Militia!
'By virtue of being the only permeant member,' Ardan's dry voice brings your ego back into check as if she was actually there.
"You need something?" a voice asks.
Looking around, you force back a frown as you see that the guard has been increased since last night: there are now a round twelve soldiers in the corridor: three on either side with six more posted along the wall, opposite the party's rooms. And these are no green troops: you can tell right away that they're well trained, and they carry steel lances and well-maintained armor. This level of protection would be ludicrous in Miau for anything, and even here, with a foreign noblewoman, it seemed… excessive.
You shake your head slightly: Her Ladyship the Countess was probably just worried; after all, bandits running around didn't look great, and if something were to happen it would be a black mark Legarius might never recover from. Better to be safe than sorry.
"Just going to do my training," you say, hefting your own spear. "Got to stay in shape."
The other soldier raises an eyebrow. "I think we have things well in hand, boy," he says, gesturing around to draw attention to his cohort as if you were some rookie who couldn't talk and think at the same time.
You force back your injured pride before shooting him a grin. "I have not slacked off on training a day since I took up this spear," you say. "And I'm not gonna start now. Besides, we're not gonna be here forever, and I gave my word that I'd get the good lady back home after she saved my sister. Can't do that if I'm not at my best."
The man started to open his mouth, only to be interrupted. "I'll deal with him, Castor," another of the soldiers, a woman, said. "You keep an eye on the kid if she ever surfaces."
"But-" The first guard shakes his head. "Fine. Just remember what we were told."
"Sure," the woman says, walking past you with only a jerk of her head to indicate you should follow. Raising an eyebrow, you lengthen your step until you're walking beside her: you had enough of following people around after Ryza's silly duckling comment. Although, looking back, it had been kinda funny just how earnest she'd sounded when she suggested it.
Still, not reason to be rude. "Thanks," you say to the woman.
She grins. "I should almost be thanking you, you gave me the chance to get out of babysitting duty," she says. "'Sure, stick Claire with the little girl: she's a woman,' they say. 'All women know how to handle little kids, right?'"
"Hey, Ryza's a good kid," you say. A little weird, maybe, but for some sort of magical experiment that Lady Cartese had rescued from the Imps, Ryza was pretty stable.
Claire raised an eyebrow. "If you say so," she says. "I'd kind of been hoping to get some time on the yard today too, so you're doing me a double favor. How good are you?"
You puff up your chest a bit. "I'm the best in Miau," you say confidently.
She simply smirks. "You'll find things are a little different around here, country boy," she says. "Don't go biting off more than you can chew."
"You don't believe me?" you ask, bristling.
"Hey, I'm sure you're halfway decent; a noblewoman wouldn't let you come with her if you weren't. I'm just saying that we train hard here."
"So do I," you say.
"We'll see," she says before lengthening her stride and ignoring any further attempts to engage her. Growling slightly, you speed up yourself. She responds in kind, and it's all the two of you can do to stop yourselves from running down the hall trying to one-up each other.
Finally, just as the sun is starting to peek above the horizon, Claire comes to a halt in front of a big door decorated with crossed spears. Pushing it open, she steps into a large, open room, lined with pillars and open to the outside. "Training yard," she says. "Looks like we've got a few early risers, so it won't just be us."
You look over to see what she's referring too. A group of twelve younger men, some looking younger than you, are panting and clutching at their training spears. They have no padding or shields, even as they face a group of eight soldiers fully equipped for training, led by an even harder-looking man who's glowering at the first group.
"That all you got, maggots?" he growls. "Pathetic. All of you, pathetic! Again!"
One of the younger men, nursing his ribs, let out a weak cry as he stepped forward. Before he could even begin to raise his spear for a proper blow, however, the leader's own practice spear stabs out in three quick jabs, sending the boy to the ground. He doesn't get up.
"Dead!" the thug roars, whacking the prone figure again and again. "I tell you once, I tell you twice, I tell you a hundred times, but you still can't do the simplest thing!"
Your eyes narrow in fury as you start to step forward, only to be held up by a hand grabbing your arm. "Don't," Claire says, a mix of anger and bitterness coloring her voice. "Fox's the meanest asshole this side of the border, and he doesn't like anyone challenging his training methods. Don't stick your neck out, it won't do any good."
You clench your fist. "This isn't training," you say coldly as you watch the injured recruit crawl weakly back to his fellows, all of whom look utterly beaten.
"No, it's not, but there's nothing we can do about it."
"AGAIN!"
None of the recruits move, save for one who's busy trying to help his fellow to his feet. Fox's mouth widens into a cruel smirk. "Get 'em, boys."
The group of soldiers with him grin as they start casually walking forward, their spears pounding against the ground as they lash out with taunts and jibes. The recruits started backing up fearfully, and it's clear the second they break, the soldiers will be all over them.
You don't even consciously decide to move. All you can hear is your blood pounding in your ears, all you can see is red, and the next thing you know, you've grabbed a training spear from the nearby rack, hefted your shield, and moved to join the cluster. "Hold!" you snap to the recruits. "Hold your line!"
A hush falls over the room as Fox glowers at you. "Who the fuck are you, boy!" he roars.
"My name is Kelton of Miau," you snarl. "And where I'm from, trainers are supposed to teach their charges, not brutalize them!" The recruits all look at you with something resembling awe, though it could just be your imagination because of their battered faces.
Fox's face goes red. "I don't recall asking your opinion, boy," he snarls. "Now get out of here before I send you to the healer in pieces."
"That would be ill-advised," Claire says coolly from behind you. "I have been ordered to ensure that this one remains uninjured, by the Countess herself."
Fox glares at her, his face turning from red to an ugly blotchy purple. One of the recruits takes another step back, but you gently put your spear behind him: at this moment, any sign of weakness will lead to disaster. He shudders, but stays put.
Then, suddenly, Fox smiles. "Of course," he says, his voice silky. "But this is the training hall, it's expected for there to be some… bumps, shall we say." He gives you a sickening smile. "What do you say, Kelton of Miau? Want to have a real education?"
Contrary to popular belief back home, you're not stupid. You know he's baiting you, wanting an excuse to pound you for daring to defy him.
You simply don't care.
"I was looking forward to a bit of exercise," you shoot back before looking to the recruits. "Come on, guys, let's show them what you're really capable of."
None of the recruits look particularly happy, but as you give them a confident smile they glance between you and their tormenters and seem to decide that they'd rather be with you than alone.
Claire, meanwhile, is glaring at you in clear frustration. However, she sighs. "If that's what you both want…" she says. "But this will be a fair spar, am I understood?"
"Of course," Fox says. "If you want these worms, boy, feel free. I, of course, will have my own soldiers with me. We can consider this an impromptu test." He gives them all a scathing look. "You'd have done better to just fight me yourself."
You narrow your eyes. "We'll see," you hiss, leading your impromptu posse towards the wall. "Come on, let's get you all equipped."
"But Sergeant Fox says that only real people are-" one of the recruits starts weakly.
You toss him a shield, which he barely catches. "You're training to be soldiers, right?" you ask. "Soldiers use shields: so you'd better get used to them."
The men all look at each other before slowly nodding. "I guess…"
As they put on their training gear, you watch to see what Fox and his goons are up to. The man himself is having a quiet, intense conversation with Claire, who really doesn't look happy. However, she finally backs off, taking a position between the two groups, glaring at both of you about equally.
Fox gathers his men, splits them in half, and sends one group each way, forming a long, sharp triangle pointing away from you, with himself at the point furthest away. 'Coward,' you think scathingly, though you notice that there is just enough space to get between the two groups if you wanted to. It would be tricky, though, as both groups look like they have a plan. They do seem somewhat laid back, though, calling the occasionally taunt across the hall.
"So what do we do, sir?" one of the recruits asks. "Tom and Bill are both too injured to be of much help: they… they got the worst of it before you showed up."
Glancing back, you see that indeed two of the recruits are simply leaning against their spears, looking like they can barely stand.
"Alright, they'll hold up the rear," you say. "As for what we're going to do, listen up. This Fox guy's a bully; I've seen plenty like him and his posse. We take him out, the rest of his goons'll back off. As for how we're gonna do that-"
AN: This battle is designed to test out the new combat system. I've posted the mechanics themselves below; please ask any clarifying questions and tell me anything that doesn't make sense.
Pre-Battle Phase:
Your Force:
Kelton (Level 2, Training Spear)
10x Recruits (Level 1, Training Spears)
Enemy Force:
Group 1: Michael Fox (Level 2 Boss, Training Spear)
Group 2: 4x Soldiers (Level 2, Training Spear)
Group 3: 4x Soldiers (Level 2, Training Spear)
Battlefield:
An empty training hall with no noticeable terrain. The enemy is split into 3 groups, Group 2 and Group 3 closer to you than Group 1. There is a gap you could attempt to thread.
Primary Objective: Defeat Michael Fox
Secondary Objectives:
[] Write In (Plan)
[] Secondary Objectives: All for One
-[] 1: Don't let any recruits get hurt
-[] 2: Defeat Michael Fox personally
-[] 3: Defeat all other soldiers
-[] 1: Don't let any recruits get hurt
-[] 2: Defeat Michael Fox personally
-[] 3: Defeat all other soldiers
Strategy:
[] Write In (Plan)
[] Strategy: Divide and Conquer
-[] Step 1: Engage one of the groups of 4 and defeat them (Kelton, 10x Recruits).
-[] Step 2: (Group 1) Send Kelton and four recruits to defeat Fox (Kelton, 4x Recruits) // (Group 2) Send remaining recruits to hold off the second group, fighting defensively (6x Recruits)
-[] Step 3: Gather up to finish off any stragglers who have not surrendered (Kelton, 10x Recruits)
-[] Step 1: Engage one of the groups of 4 and defeat them (Kelton, 10x Recruits).
-[] Step 2: (Group 1) Send Kelton and four recruits to defeat Fox (Kelton, 4x Recruits) // (Group 2) Send remaining recruits to hold off the second group, fighting defensively (6x Recruits)
-[] Step 3: Gather up to finish off any stragglers who have not surrendered (Kelton, 10x Recruits)
Remember: all combat votes will be Plan votes.
This could go great. This could go horribly. Either way, let's rock it. Also, I updated the character sheets with their skills. Also, the long delay before voting is to make sure that everyone understands the mechanics and any mistakes I've made are ironed out, so please don't start actually voting until then.
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