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The warring tribes in the north were an ever-present threat to the kingdoms of Greece. More often than not, it fell to the Colchian military to prevent such threats from reaching their homeland. They were the last line of defense keeping the barbarian hordes at bay. It was a different sort of war than what she had gotten used to during her time in Egypt. There, it had been organized, two great armies meeting on a battlefield. Here, there was no such organization. The northerners were more likely to ambush them and retreat into the hills than to fight them face to face on the battlefield. At least the Egyptians were civilized. This enemy had no honor.
This time she went to the north, it was no longer as a common soldier. Her commanding officer had retired the year before, and she had been chosen to replace her as leader of Molossia’s women archers. This was her chance to prove herself as a new lieutenant. She was now responsible for the lives of all the women under her command, and they were all out here in this gods-forsaken frontier unable to even find the enemy they were supposed to be defending their country against.
That’s why, when they had asked for volunteers to scout the area, she had volunteered. She wasn’t about to let any of her own soldiers risk their lives doing this kind of work. Besides, having a capable archer could be vital on such a mission. If you were seen, you needed to be able to take out the enemy before they could report back to their own superiors. The whole point of a scouting mission was to be able to find the enemy position without giving away their own.
Phaedra had been paired up with another lieutenant, Maleos of Eubocris and they had been sent to investigate the Western ridge. The smoke of campfires had been seen rising from the far side just the night before, but there was no telling where those savages could have gotten to by the time they made the half-day trek. Hopefully, most of them would have stayed in their camp, and they might be able to report back to their superiors with an estimate on the number they would be facing.
Mid-afternoon found her and Maleos sheltered behind a rock outcropping to eat lunch. It wouldn’t be anything warm, any fire would alert the enemy to their presence. Phaedra placed her bow next to her, close at hand in case the situation changed quickly. She knew from Egypt just how fast one could go from safety to danger. Ever alert for any crinkle of underbrush, or movement of the foliage that would signal enemy presence, Phaedra pulled a handful of dried figs out of her pouch and popped them into her mouth.
“Do you think the barbarians are going to show their faces?” Phaedra asked Maleos, her voice low. “Or perhaps they don’t even have the good sense to protect their own camp.” She wouldn’t put it past these people who attacked with no sense of proper battle decorum. Or perhaps it was just wishful thinking that they might be able to get in and out without having to face combat.
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The warring tribes in the north were an ever-present threat to the kingdoms of Greece. More often than not, it fell to the Colchian military to prevent such threats from reaching their homeland. They were the last line of defense keeping the barbarian hordes at bay. It was a different sort of war than what she had gotten used to during her time in Egypt. There, it had been organized, two great armies meeting on a battlefield. Here, there was no such organization. The northerners were more likely to ambush them and retreat into the hills than to fight them face to face on the battlefield. At least the Egyptians were civilized. This enemy had no honor.
This time she went to the north, it was no longer as a common soldier. Her commanding officer had retired the year before, and she had been chosen to replace her as leader of Molossia’s women archers. This was her chance to prove herself as a new lieutenant. She was now responsible for the lives of all the women under her command, and they were all out here in this gods-forsaken frontier unable to even find the enemy they were supposed to be defending their country against.
That’s why, when they had asked for volunteers to scout the area, she had volunteered. She wasn’t about to let any of her own soldiers risk their lives doing this kind of work. Besides, having a capable archer could be vital on such a mission. If you were seen, you needed to be able to take out the enemy before they could report back to their own superiors. The whole point of a scouting mission was to be able to find the enemy position without giving away their own.
Phaedra had been paired up with another lieutenant, Maleos of Eubocris and they had been sent to investigate the Western ridge. The smoke of campfires had been seen rising from the far side just the night before, but there was no telling where those savages could have gotten to by the time they made the half-day trek. Hopefully, most of them would have stayed in their camp, and they might be able to report back to their superiors with an estimate on the number they would be facing.
Mid-afternoon found her and Maleos sheltered behind a rock outcropping to eat lunch. It wouldn’t be anything warm, any fire would alert the enemy to their presence. Phaedra placed her bow next to her, close at hand in case the situation changed quickly. She knew from Egypt just how fast one could go from safety to danger. Ever alert for any crinkle of underbrush, or movement of the foliage that would signal enemy presence, Phaedra pulled a handful of dried figs out of her pouch and popped them into her mouth.
“Do you think the barbarians are going to show their faces?” Phaedra asked Maleos, her voice low. “Or perhaps they don’t even have the good sense to protect their own camp.” She wouldn’t put it past these people who attacked with no sense of proper battle decorum. Or perhaps it was just wishful thinking that they might be able to get in and out without having to face combat.
The warring tribes in the north were an ever-present threat to the kingdoms of Greece. More often than not, it fell to the Colchian military to prevent such threats from reaching their homeland. They were the last line of defense keeping the barbarian hordes at bay. It was a different sort of war than what she had gotten used to during her time in Egypt. There, it had been organized, two great armies meeting on a battlefield. Here, there was no such organization. The northerners were more likely to ambush them and retreat into the hills than to fight them face to face on the battlefield. At least the Egyptians were civilized. This enemy had no honor.
This time she went to the north, it was no longer as a common soldier. Her commanding officer had retired the year before, and she had been chosen to replace her as leader of Molossia’s women archers. This was her chance to prove herself as a new lieutenant. She was now responsible for the lives of all the women under her command, and they were all out here in this gods-forsaken frontier unable to even find the enemy they were supposed to be defending their country against.
That’s why, when they had asked for volunteers to scout the area, she had volunteered. She wasn’t about to let any of her own soldiers risk their lives doing this kind of work. Besides, having a capable archer could be vital on such a mission. If you were seen, you needed to be able to take out the enemy before they could report back to their own superiors. The whole point of a scouting mission was to be able to find the enemy position without giving away their own.
Phaedra had been paired up with another lieutenant, Maleos of Eubocris and they had been sent to investigate the Western ridge. The smoke of campfires had been seen rising from the far side just the night before, but there was no telling where those savages could have gotten to by the time they made the half-day trek. Hopefully, most of them would have stayed in their camp, and they might be able to report back to their superiors with an estimate on the number they would be facing.
Mid-afternoon found her and Maleos sheltered behind a rock outcropping to eat lunch. It wouldn’t be anything warm, any fire would alert the enemy to their presence. Phaedra placed her bow next to her, close at hand in case the situation changed quickly. She knew from Egypt just how fast one could go from safety to danger. Ever alert for any crinkle of underbrush, or movement of the foliage that would signal enemy presence, Phaedra pulled a handful of dried figs out of her pouch and popped them into her mouth.
“Do you think the barbarians are going to show their faces?” Phaedra asked Maleos, her voice low. “Or perhaps they don’t even have the good sense to protect their own camp.” She wouldn’t put it past these people who attacked with no sense of proper battle decorum. Or perhaps it was just wishful thinking that they might be able to get in and out without having to face combat.
Maleos had volunteered for this scouting mission quickly and without hesitation. The young common born man had spent his entire life with dreams of dedicating himself to the military. His ambition had lead him to a promotion to Lieutenant so far, but he wasn’t planning on stopping there. Captain was the next step, and with any luck, he would move even beyond that.
The first step was to prove himself among the other Lieutenants in the military ranks of Colchis. He had no family name nor noble blood to back him, all he had was his skill and his willingness to work hard to get him where he needed to be.
He didn’t know the woman he had been paired with to scout, but he treated her the same as he would any other male companion. To Maleos, gender didn’t matter, a persons actions were what mattered.
He had a bow with him as well, though his talents did not lie in it, he could shoot well enough if the situation needed it. As always though, he did have his sword at his side, his trusty weapon of choice, one purchased with his own money only a few short years after joining the military ranks.
So far their journey had been fairly quiet, neither of them seemed overly talkative, and that suited Maleos just find. He wouldn’t know what to talk about anyways. He wasn’t exactly known for his conversational skills.
But as they stopped for lunch, the air seemed to call for some conversation. Maleos just didn’t know what to say as he ate the dried meat he had with him.
Phaedra started the conversation off though, inquiring about Maleos’ opinion on what the barbarians were going to do.
He had been in the North fighting them many times, and yet he still couldn’t quite guess what exactly they would do. They were savage, unpredictable. There was no telling what they would truly do. One could make an assumption, but they were just as likely to do the complete opposite thing.
“They could.” He said, keeping his voice low along with hers, no point in making unnecessary noise.
“Who knows with these savages. There is no logic behind their actions. They could remain at this camp, waiting to fight, or they could have moved on in an attempt to find a fight before it found them.” He said with a little shrug, pausing for a moment as he thought he’d heard a noise. Dismissing it as nothing, he went back to eating his dried meat.
He pulled another piece of the meat out of his pack and offered it to Phaedra, might as well share if she wanted some.
“One way or another, the barbarians will find blood. Whether it is with us here, or with someone else elsewhere. Let us hope it is not Greek blood that is found.” He said simply. He had faith in his skills, but didn’t know her abilities, nor did he fully believe that no Greek would come to harm. Things happened, death came for them all at one point or another.
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Maleos had volunteered for this scouting mission quickly and without hesitation. The young common born man had spent his entire life with dreams of dedicating himself to the military. His ambition had lead him to a promotion to Lieutenant so far, but he wasn’t planning on stopping there. Captain was the next step, and with any luck, he would move even beyond that.
The first step was to prove himself among the other Lieutenants in the military ranks of Colchis. He had no family name nor noble blood to back him, all he had was his skill and his willingness to work hard to get him where he needed to be.
He didn’t know the woman he had been paired with to scout, but he treated her the same as he would any other male companion. To Maleos, gender didn’t matter, a persons actions were what mattered.
He had a bow with him as well, though his talents did not lie in it, he could shoot well enough if the situation needed it. As always though, he did have his sword at his side, his trusty weapon of choice, one purchased with his own money only a few short years after joining the military ranks.
So far their journey had been fairly quiet, neither of them seemed overly talkative, and that suited Maleos just find. He wouldn’t know what to talk about anyways. He wasn’t exactly known for his conversational skills.
But as they stopped for lunch, the air seemed to call for some conversation. Maleos just didn’t know what to say as he ate the dried meat he had with him.
Phaedra started the conversation off though, inquiring about Maleos’ opinion on what the barbarians were going to do.
He had been in the North fighting them many times, and yet he still couldn’t quite guess what exactly they would do. They were savage, unpredictable. There was no telling what they would truly do. One could make an assumption, but they were just as likely to do the complete opposite thing.
“They could.” He said, keeping his voice low along with hers, no point in making unnecessary noise.
“Who knows with these savages. There is no logic behind their actions. They could remain at this camp, waiting to fight, or they could have moved on in an attempt to find a fight before it found them.” He said with a little shrug, pausing for a moment as he thought he’d heard a noise. Dismissing it as nothing, he went back to eating his dried meat.
He pulled another piece of the meat out of his pack and offered it to Phaedra, might as well share if she wanted some.
“One way or another, the barbarians will find blood. Whether it is with us here, or with someone else elsewhere. Let us hope it is not Greek blood that is found.” He said simply. He had faith in his skills, but didn’t know her abilities, nor did he fully believe that no Greek would come to harm. Things happened, death came for them all at one point or another.
Maleos had volunteered for this scouting mission quickly and without hesitation. The young common born man had spent his entire life with dreams of dedicating himself to the military. His ambition had lead him to a promotion to Lieutenant so far, but he wasn’t planning on stopping there. Captain was the next step, and with any luck, he would move even beyond that.
The first step was to prove himself among the other Lieutenants in the military ranks of Colchis. He had no family name nor noble blood to back him, all he had was his skill and his willingness to work hard to get him where he needed to be.
He didn’t know the woman he had been paired with to scout, but he treated her the same as he would any other male companion. To Maleos, gender didn’t matter, a persons actions were what mattered.
He had a bow with him as well, though his talents did not lie in it, he could shoot well enough if the situation needed it. As always though, he did have his sword at his side, his trusty weapon of choice, one purchased with his own money only a few short years after joining the military ranks.
So far their journey had been fairly quiet, neither of them seemed overly talkative, and that suited Maleos just find. He wouldn’t know what to talk about anyways. He wasn’t exactly known for his conversational skills.
But as they stopped for lunch, the air seemed to call for some conversation. Maleos just didn’t know what to say as he ate the dried meat he had with him.
Phaedra started the conversation off though, inquiring about Maleos’ opinion on what the barbarians were going to do.
He had been in the North fighting them many times, and yet he still couldn’t quite guess what exactly they would do. They were savage, unpredictable. There was no telling what they would truly do. One could make an assumption, but they were just as likely to do the complete opposite thing.
“They could.” He said, keeping his voice low along with hers, no point in making unnecessary noise.
“Who knows with these savages. There is no logic behind their actions. They could remain at this camp, waiting to fight, or they could have moved on in an attempt to find a fight before it found them.” He said with a little shrug, pausing for a moment as he thought he’d heard a noise. Dismissing it as nothing, he went back to eating his dried meat.
He pulled another piece of the meat out of his pack and offered it to Phaedra, might as well share if she wanted some.
“One way or another, the barbarians will find blood. Whether it is with us here, or with someone else elsewhere. Let us hope it is not Greek blood that is found.” He said simply. He had faith in his skills, but didn’t know her abilities, nor did he fully believe that no Greek would come to harm. Things happened, death came for them all at one point or another.
