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The Paperwork of War; [Open] Recruitment thread for Masonia in 26th War of Conquest
Topic Started: Aug 24 2013, 08:37 PM (50 Views)
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The land to both sides of the Forester’s Road was rutted and muddy, rain had fallen for the previous two days and the movement of thousands of men in camp had not helped the matter. This camp ranged for a long while out, a small city of tents, makeshift stables, and wheeled wagons filled with supplies and the families of those type of creature known as camp followers. The sun now shone down on the brown patch of land, staring down on the earth in its midday fashion. But on the single, small hill in this area, relatively dry compared to everywhere else was a magnificent shelter that could not truly be called a tent. A shield hung on the front displaying the device of a grey colored tree on a green field. Drawn from this magnificent tent filled with rare skins, golden trinkets, and fine wooden furniture a large rectangular table crafted of full ebony was fully exposed to the sun. At each chair sat a captain from each unit of the army and at the tables head sat General Jean Steeltree. It was nearing time for the 26th war of conquest of the shifting hills.

To his immediate right sat an aged man, grey of beard and bald of head. He was dressed in furs and skins and seemed intently focused on the contract he held, the employment contract for every mercenary regiment. It set out the share of profits and payment every unit here could expect. The man, Torven Crowkin, sat upright in his chair as his paymaster, a man a few years younger, and with a shorter beard, read into his ear. The grimace on the face of the aged captain grew more and more grim by the phrase as he read over the splitting of the plunder.

He placed the document on the table and spat on it, as he stood up and began to address the general with his harsh worded objections. “No crow’s gold!? First you secure the right for first pick and three shares for yourself but you forbid us to plunder the dead! This document is nothing but slavery. The Black Blades will not fight without adequate payment and a chance at plunder. Either give us two shares instead of each regiment’s one, give the Black Blades first pick, or allows us to take Crow’s gold!” He issued his ultimatum and scanned the table, looking for support or opposition from any at the table.

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