[Rosekitten]

Warning: Mature themes may be present in this tale. Though this might be more in place of gore and violence. Either way you hath been warned~!




Martreath Fell, a small but sturdy little town tucked away in the hills and valley that lead into the mountains. Just north of the town as the vast range dwarfed the day to day life that rested under it's watchful eye. The town was named after a great beast that once fought here and fell in battle to another lord of the sky. It's remains long forgotten about and the stories faded through the years. Though some still recall the tale. Most think the area is cursed but others call it home. Elders of the town will say the great spirit still guards it's valleys to this day. These legends and tall tales are part of the reason a recruitment post is stationed here. Near most elements it makes for an elite training ground and is open to most races. So long as they manage to live through the trek to reach this tucked away place.

This town was also one that sat very close to the kingdom of Elventonia. A well off kingdom with a strong ruler. There had been eras of peace in the lands thanks to the current ruler. Even the more hostile races seemed to accept certain terms and conditions to either follow the rules of the lands or agreeing to not tread cross the boarders. Though the years of peace made some believe the kingdom was soft.. it's military was still held in very high regard by most neighboring kingdoms.

It was the time again for recruitment to start for the year and each year had a decent turn out. Of course certain posts had better results than others. This one had a low turn out rate but those who did manage to pass or maybe a better word would be survive the training would be in a rank far superior to most of the other branches in the kingdom. Any that were late would not be allowed to take place in the try outs. Those in charge here knew right away if you would be worth their time in training or not and didn't think twice about booting someone back to their home after this trip.

The head instructor was one of the retired or so called retired lead commanders in the forces of Elventonia. He was stalking the lines walking back and forth as he barked out this and that some basic expectations, rules. All the basic stuff that if you came here you already read up on or knew. Some looked ready to feint now just listening to the list go on and on while others were better prepared for the pressure being exerted here.

"Taking bets?" Was what someone said under their breath to a larger looking human who stood next to him. The larger of the two had to hide the bit of a smirk he seemed to flash for a second only nodding enough to show he agreed to whatever they seemed to be talking about. He was trying to hide any amusement that was for sure. Messing up on day one, heck before day one was even started wasn't the way to get on the instructors good side.

The taller of the two was a Norde, dusty brown hair that was pulled back and the build of a small wall. Ok not quite a wall but most had to think twice before they went up against a Norde, even on a good day. They were known to be berserker types in combat and hitting them only made them all the more angry and ready to kick your face in. They made great guards just as a deterrence for someone to act up at most events.

The one who was next to him was a more uncommon race. Least not one of the races you saw on the surface areas. A dark elf with crimson hair and amber gold eyes. It was already odd one of his kind would be willingly attending something like this, talking to a Norde just made things all the more strange.

There was various other races, though most of the group was elves of the kingdom and humans who also mainly shared these lands. Of course this outcome could have just been at this location. All the while the instructor still going over what was expected and what they should prepare for in the trial to see if their pathetic looking arses were even staying through the night.

"With that you are dismissed for now. I suggest you whelps get yourselves prepared." At this time a older looking female clad in armor stood forth and spoke. "Let it also be a reminder that if you fail the trial the group with you fails and you will all be sent home. You are here to train to be soldiers! Cooperation is key to seizing victory on the battlefield. There will be no heroes of war." With that she gave a salute before following the head instructor to a tent where they could further discuss the trial and probably certain recruits they already picked out who would fail.

Once the two were out of sight a few of recruits seemed to get weak knees. One complaining already about how stupid this was. There was just a lot of noise going on if Thalion had to be honest about it. "Well prepared to lose that bet?" The Norde seemed to laugh slapping the dark elf on the shoulder. "Just means I'm buying dinner again if it happens." Yep odd was a good word for those two. No one befriended a dark elf lest they wanted some death wish or enjoyed looking over their shoulder.

"But enough about that. We need to find a few extra bodies.." Felix seemed to catch himself. "Rather others who can put up with you.." Thalion didn't seem as entertained with that comment as the Norde was. Felix smirking at the scowl he got. "Oh it's not that bad. You said you wanted to get some training.. Could always go back now and work for-" He was cut off as Thalion scoffed and waved the larger male off to not finish his words. "Not even if six of the seven hells froze at once and the already frozen one turned to fire an brimstone.. I follow your ass here because you didn't want to go alone. Oh lets not forget that you are avoiding your wedding by being here." Felix sighed heavily holding both hands up as if admitting defeat. "I could go on." Thalion decided to add with a bit of a cocky smirk.