When they arrived back at the Arsenal, the other warbands had arrived. Grimcrotch gathered all five and the gladium together to go over the situation and told them of the Flame Legion trophy wall. They all got furious, vowing revenge. The soldiers unpacked supplies that Brimstone sent with the reinforcements while Grim spoke with Dinky alone for a bit.
With those who needed it patched up, one gladium had to sit out the rest of the upcoming fight with a bad tear in his leg, they set to work reinforcing the defenses Grim and the rest had already built. ‘Fyon,’ Grimcrotch called to Dinky’s second in the warband. His old friend came trotting over to him, ‘Yes sir,’ then saluted. ‘I keep telling you to drop the formalities, Fyon. We have been friends too long for it.’
Fyon grinned, ‘Alright sir, what’s up?’ Grim nodded. ‘I need you to take over the gladium if you would. With five warbands here and them, it seems we’re short a commander. How about it?’ Fyon’s eyes lit up, ‘Are you serious sir? Of course! Thank you, Grim.’ He looked over at Dinky a few yards away, who knew it was coming and thumped his chest with his fist then saluted.
‘I think a field promotion is in order, we can take care of the formalities later. Now, they are still rough on the edges so work them hard, but I think you’ll do fine,’ Grim said shaking his paw. ‘Congratulations my friend, can’t think of anyone else who deserves it more.’
The other legionnaires and Grim’s warband walked over, patted him on the back and shook his paw. The Centurion spoke up, ‘Fyon, gather your warband here for a moment.’ The new legionnaire called out ‘Gladium, front and center!’ The group gathered in front of him and Grim, who spoke up.
‘Charr, you are temporary charges of your new Legionnaire Fyon the Wraith, part of the Wraith warband. You will respect him as you would me. Whether you are accepted by him or not is fully dependent on how you handle yourselves in the upcoming fight. This is your shot, make it count. Now get yourselves ready to move out in a few hours.’
Heading toward his map and other gear, Grimcrotch walked past the new warband and slapped the angry soldier from the cave in the bicep; the charr looked at the Centurion as he walked by and grinned, then turned to sharpening his greatsword, looking forward to impressing his new legionnaire by shedding some Flame Legion blood. And Grim was looking forward to letting him.
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Some napped, most tinkered and cleaned weapons, armor. Nearby, a guard walked the beat from the n. east door to the south door at the lumber mill east of the Arsenal, past a pair of wood stacks inside. As he neared the second stack on his left, a small corner of wood suddenly lit fire, a small match sized flame. He stopped wide-eyed and exclaimed ‘What the –‘, looking around, then back at the flame unbelieveably. He rubbed it out and walked away, shaking his head.
When the guard turned around at the doorway to walk back, an elementalist, sitting in the dark of a giant saw blade shadow, tilted his head down from observing. When the guard neared a stack of wood, the elementalist flicked a claw, torching a small corner of wood into flame again. The guard started to curse and put it out, saying the mill was haunted, and tried trading duties with another; the troublemaker quietly laughed to himself in the dark.
Rathgaar Firemane was always known as a loose cannon; well, just like the rest of Grim’s warband actually. But when you have that title in an entire warband that has it, and Dinky, you get respect. He was warband-less when they found him, but not a gladium, for all of several hours.
Rathgaar and his warband fought for four hours at the Stonesheath Overlook village on Ironhead Lake against the Flame Legion, and he only left after everyone was killed and there were no more buildings for him to defend.
In a last ditch effort he fought his way back to the Black Citadel through the Ascalonian City Ruins, bloodied and barely walking, from Iron Marches. From there he made it to Temperus Point in Plains of Ashford, where he was escorted to the Citadel. Grimpaw Grindgear found him and walked him back to the Canton to be patched up, and he explained what happened.
The Grimcrotch warband and two more of the battalion ran off to Stonesheath Overlook and the village on the lake, killed and torched everything within a half mile of the village, then soldiers rebuilt most of the buildings. And after leaving a security contingent, it was the quietest six months they ever had.
When they returned to the Citadel the next day, Grim offered Rathgaar a spot in his group; with revenge on his mind and the reputation of the [XII] ‘Bloody Twelfth’ Blood Legion Battalion, there was only one answer for the elemental to give.
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