战斗操练

Oldguard tells the recruits to take up weapons. When every single one of them picks up a sword, the old guard yells at them, stating that not every foe hankering for you being graveyard dead is gonna be wielding the exact same blade. A few nod before hurriedly exchanging their swords for axes and spears. With the crew equipped, the training begins. Mostly, Oldguard teaches basics like how a formation makes it easier to defend not only one another, but also yourself.

"Ye need not watch corner-to-corner if ya know a brother is by yer side. But if yer separated, if yer all out there by yer lonesome, then ye might be proper farked lest ye got a heretofore unknown way with a blade which I'll go ahead and assume ye don't."

The training moves to offense where Oldguard shows a few tricks with various weapons.

"With swords ye can slash, cut, stab, and riposte. Proper-hard to miss with a sword, given every side of it is a killin' side. If I see any of you trying to cut down an arrow with a sword like the fairy tales told ya I'mma beat ya down myself. It ain't true, so stop fancying it!

Spears are good for keeping distance. They won't do much to armor, but they'll keep ya safe. Just point this sharp-end away from ya. If an armored brute gets past this pointy end here then yer probably proper farked so don't let that happen.

Finally, there's the axe. Just pretend the other man is a tree and cleave it so. Now let's practice!"

Oldguard gets a good mood

The training goes fairly well from there, though the men do come out the other side with a few bumps and bruises.

	Trainees gain +0-2 Melee Skill
	Some一些 trainees gain +0-2 Melee Defense
	Some一些 trainees suffer an injury or light wounds

Oldguard musters the men together and begins handing them training bows.

"Now these ain't made for killing unless ye got an axe to grind with a newborn babe, which I'm sure of y'all do, but for now we'll just use them to practice.

Here's how this contraption works. Oh, ye already know? Yer not a bunch of fools? Well go ahead, then, show me what ye sharpshooters got."

Oldguard gets a good mood

The men take practiced shots downrange, the arrows peppering all around their targets, a scant few lucky ones going where they should. Oldguard spends the rest of the day exhaustingly having the men shoot and shoot and shoot until luck is squeezed out of the equation altogether.

	Trainees gain +0-2 Ranged Skill
	Some一些 trainees are exhausted

Oldguard looses a sharp whistle, gathering the new recruits around him. He looks around, grinning, then nods.

"Alright ye limpdick teatsucking noodlearm goatfarkers, we're going on a march!"

The veteran spends the rest of the day ruthlessly running the recruits as far as he can until the last one drops from exhaustion.

"Breathe, little babe, breathe! Take it all in. There's plenty to go around for the rest of us, don't feel bad! Swallow it like yer mother should've swallowed you. Now, I've shot stains that ran faster than the lot of ye, so I'll be seeing y'all again tomorrow on good, proper time. That'd be before the sun rises, shitsticks."

Oldguard gets a good mood

Oldguard shows little mercy and has the men running again and again in the days to come. After all, he says, it's for their own damn good.

	Trainees gain +0-3 Max Fatigue
	Some一些 trainees gain +0-3 Initiative
	Some一些 trainees are exhausted