Stories Thread

[everyone]

a few weeks later, the infantry unit arrives at the fort of Legio I Apulia, commanded by Legatus Cnaevs Cornelivs Scipio Asina, early in the winter's morning

throughout the whole morning, the yelling of Drillmaster Manivs were heard throughout the fort, drilling the men into shape, so that they would not rot into ennui from months of sitting around in the fort, buried in the snow of the winter.

A young man was seen travelling from the tent of Legatus Asina's deputy, Tribunus Cotta, to the Legate's tent and back. a few moments after the man returned to Tribunus Cotta's tent, Legatus Asina walked out of his Commander's tent while seemingly deep in thought. the soldiers halted their actions, and the fort was suddenly silent, without the yelling of Drillmaster Manivs and the men.
Asina abruptly stopped and tilted his head up, and surveyed his surroundings, the men were all staring at him, as if awaiting orders.
"eh? oh. carry on what you were doing, never mind about me."

The soldiers were still silent, only until Drillmaster Manivs yelled "right! form up you lot, we'll now be having some combat drills!" did the soldiers proceed with what they were doing.

Legatus Asina continued strolling towards the Tribunus' tent and entered it. what transpired in there was unknown, however it must have been something good because the Legate was seen chuckling to himself while on the way back to his tent, though the cold weather was getting harsher.

The lunch bell finally rang and the men who have been training in the cold winter immediately dropped their weapons and dashed towards the cookhouse with a newfound energy.