Mid Novembus, 944 FE
A days ride from IvansteadNews from the Front
The season quickly changed progressed Fall progress. It seemed old man Winter was hot on heels. Bitter winds blew down from the north, bring cold air and rain. Reports of the first winter storms in the north of the Empire were brought in by the occasional supply caravan and rider. The temperate dropped, with the nights approaching freezing, and frost forming on the grass. Cold weather gear was being provisioned.
The month also saw the departure of some of the squads of recruits from the barracks. They had been deemed ready, and sent to the front lines to join the Black Companies already in the field. The trickle of new recruits from the prisoners had also slowed a bit. Combined with advance squads leaving, the barracks was starting to feel a little empty. Rumor had it, that that it would only a be few weeks before the rest of you headed out into the field. Just in time for winter.
As it was, training still occurred. It had been a few weeks since Emri and the new recruits were integrated. Horn's suspicions were right as the new girl was placed into the same squad along with one or two others. The trainers had tried to teach her some skills, but becoming more acrobatic in the obstacle courses was about the only thing that stuck. No one had answers for the fate of her Tik-tik, nor were many understanding. She was often told to buck up and get over it.
Today. Sergent Redarm was leading you on an overnight field march, to practice your ridership as well as work on some group tactics in the forests east of the barracks. You found yourself following a little used trail through some old growth woods. The leaves of the trees has all changed colors, marking the season for what it was.
Cynric, Emri and the others were on their horses. With no wagon this time, and no draft animal big enough, Horns was forced to walk. Not that he had too much issue keeping up with the pace. It was getting towards mid day when the Sergent called for a break.