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The Siege of Syrn: Part I
Posted by Josiah T., Nov 21, 2007. 157 views. ID = 334
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 | This peice intoduces the hero Dirk and his past, as well as the premise for this series. Enjoy! :-) |  | This post has been awarded 9 stars by 3 readers. |  | This post is Part 1 of a writing series titled The Siege of Syrn. |
The day dawned cold, the sun rising to beat off the early morning mists. Snow on the mountain peaks glistened in the sunlight, and the sun reflected off the helmets, armor, shields, and weapons of the army marching through the valley.
Dirk was barely awake. They had been called to dress and march while it was still dark, after having stopped marching what seemed like only a few short hours before. All around him men were yawning, and a few of the stranger ones appeared to be asleep while they were marching. Dirk made a mental note to ask them how they did it.
It had been just over a week since the regiment of the army that he was in had been called to fight. Thargon had increased the intensity of the raids on border towns, ignoring the fact that Syrn stood in the way. The Aidarian garrison at Syrn itself feared an assult and had called for reinforcements, and thus it was that Dirk found himself half asleep marching through the valley at a grueling pace.
Despite the fact that the army was half asleep - and indeed, many soldiers did appear to be asleep - they made good time and held the order in their ranks.
The marching column consited of five different regiments each holding about a hundred men each. The Aidarian crown had seen no reason to send the entire army to Syrn since it was in Adarian posession, and the bulk of the army was swordsmen. Dirk was one of these.
He had trained since he was twelve - with the intent of joining the army at sixteen. Against his parents will he had run away to do this. His father was a blacksmith and wanted Dirk to learn the trade as well. Dirk disagreed from the moment he found out his fathers intentions, and so it was that he ran away from home to join the army.
Now he was beginning to regret that decision. Even though he was nineteen and had been in the army for three years, he had never been in a battle before, and never been in any conflict bigger than occupying an Aidarian town and removing the count from his seat. Even though he knew that there was little danger of being attacked while they were still in Aidarian territory, he felt a sense of forboding hang in the air.
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Katie
Nov 21, 2007 | Can't wait to see more! :-)
~Posted by Katie, Nov 21, 2007 | 
Douglas
Nov 26, 2007 | Well, I'm finally getting around to reading these. :) Just a couple observations...
This: since the regiment of the army that he was in had been called to fight seemed a bit cumbersome - you could streamline it by doing something along these lines: since his army regiment had been called to fight
Also, I was puzzled by the logic of this: The Aidarian crown had seen no reason to send the entire army to Syrn since it was in Adarian posession, and the bulk of the army was swordsmen
On to part two...
~Posted by Douglas, Nov 26, 2007 |
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