The Dawn Patrol

Vicorin's Manuscript

No, It's not a diary.

Dear… Not diary, diaries are for yuppies and scholars. This book needs a better name. Only have this damned blank book because Pop thinks it’ll make me “less aggressive.” That’s just his way of saying he doesn’t want me to more start fights. Going off to Fort Blackfeather in a few days, apparently that stunt I pulled at the defense of Ironreach against a rather bad pirate raid caught the attention of the Embergaurd that showed up to clean up and earned me a recommendation.

Nevertheless, Pop and Ma have never been so proud. Ma forged me a good strong shield to take with me for training. Told me to take good care of it and it’ll take good care of me. Needless to say, it’s not leaving my vision for some time now.

By Dunbir’s beard, I have it! The perfect name for this book. It shall be my Manuscript. Sounds a hell of a lot less sissy sounding than diary and it’ll be the perfect alibi if anyone asks. Don’t want no one finding out that Tuari Orc keeps a diary-like book, never hear the end of it.

Until Fort Blackfeather,
Vic


Dear Manuscript,

Been at Fort Blackfeather for a few days now. Finding time to writing in this Martyrs-forsaken book has been a challenge, but I promised Pop that I’d make an effort to write in it. Between all the Emberguard theory and combat drills, we hardly have time to even sleep or eat. Gets easier, in theory, according to some of the veteran students. Not terribly worried about it, not many places where you’re told to beat up comrades for ‘training purposes.’ Thanks to all that Battle-Ghar training, I can best most of my fellow neophytes in hand-to-hand, except them dragonkin. Those giant lizards are born with good amount of fight though. Don’t see too many around, prolly due to Haven and the Arcosians being so fussy about Cinderfell rule, but still gotta respect them. Hard to find a race more built for fightin’ than Orc or Dwarf.

Also, apparently breaking bones of your fellow recruits is frowned upon here. How else you gonna learn to counter an angry ibixian from tearing you a new one if you don’t know what pain you’re actually avoiding? Whatever, the Emberguard are the most feared military asset of the Emperor for a reason. I’ll play by the rules.

Iron guide me,
Vic


Dear Manuscript,

Whelp, headbutted an instructor today.

Vic


Dear Manuscript,

Alright, finally given some time of my own. Between the punishment for headbutting that asshole mage and normal training exercises, I hardly have enough time to sleep. So about the mage. We were all gathered for some cross-discipline training and I was assigned to some snobby Cambian mage. Don’t care enough to remember his name. Anyway, we were all standing at attention while he started jabbering on about how magic was stronger and more powerful than any steel or iron known.

Apparently, I may have scoffed louder than I had meant to because next I knew he was in my face, looking rather full of himself. We stared at each other, eye to eye, for a good few seconds before he spoke. Said something along the lines of “is there a problem recruit?” or something like that. Hell of I know. I didn’t like the tone of it. So I headbutted him.

Man, you should’ve seen his face as he ordered me out of his sight. It didn’t take long for me to receive my punishment. On the bright side, I don’t have to attend his boring lectures anymore. Rather watch iron rust than spend another minute learning about “magic.” On the less than bright side, I have extra kitchen duty for the next few weeks.

Was worth it,
Vic


Dear Manuscript,

So apparently I have “too much fun” with kitchen duty. The kitchen staff normally assigns me to mashing potatoes or tenderizing meat, nothing terribly taxing. Good stress reliever, beating up food. Nevertheless, Captain Magicpants McAssface stopped in and noted my lack of suffering and has requested my transfer to Armory for equipment maintenance. Good thing he he didn’t bother to check in my background. I’ll just have to act miserable when I catch wind of him checking up on his “favorite” recruits.

It’ll be good to return to iron,
Vic


(Three years later)


Dear Manuscript,

The Clarion called today. I was one of the lucky few who have been called to answer it. About time, ready to get out of this damn fort. As we all gathered in General Alfray’s Office, two things became clear. First, there were seven of us which means that somewhere, something wiped out a whole patrol. Second, we were the most unique bunch of plebs you could’ve made. There was a Dragonkin, a Vulcani, a Tabai, a Nubian, a Kalaharian, a Cambian, and myself, the Half-Orc. I dare anyone to make a more varied bunch of soldiers. I’ve trained with all of them before, as per Blackfeather tradition. All good fighters from what I’ve experiences, even if some of them use magic. Nevertheless, it looks like we’re gonna have some big boots to fill.

Continuing on with tradition, we got to witness our funerals. Not quite what I expected, not enough drinking. Plenty of time to rectify that, we leave for Utica via Lightning Rail in a few hours. All my things, especially my shield, with the exception of this book, are pack.

Hopefully, bearing good news on the next entry,
Vic

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