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spira_rp2020-02-15 04:27 pm
thewingsoffreedom) wrote in spira_rp2020-02-15 04:27 pm
Do you wanna put up a fight?
Levi had not been particularly pleased about getting the job of training the Lowerworlders.
In his opinion, any group brought to the kingdom with the job of exploring a lost continent should have been picked for their survival skills in the first place, instead of being a grab-bag of what sounded like overpowered idiots who may or may not be able to camp because they may or may not be the Ivalician version of Hunters. Some of them, anyway.
It had to be said, some seemed less like Hunters and more like nerds. The kid with the fringe and the weird metal arm, for example. The pink-haired man with the glasses. Some seemed suited to roughing it, some didn't. Surviving in the wilds for a few days to do a job was very different to surviving that way for what was probably going to be months, but with any luck, after a few weeks training with the Kingsglaive, they should be ready for it.
A couple of them had decided to prove their specific skills in the field and forego the rest of the survival training. Levi didn't care either way, but he privately considered it a little strange, especially since all of them should be able to do the basics -- hunt, field dress, start a fire, set up a tent. All of these things were invaluable when you were out there, especially since setting up camp was more than just picking a flat bit of ground and throwing a canvas up to sleep under, but he'd be able to set enough of them straight that they probably wouldn't die. Or most of them wouldn't, at any rate.
He'd complained about the job to one of his superior officers, but he'd been less than helpful in getting him taken off the assignment, instead telling him it was a good opportunity to see what they could do and what they were about, and so here he was, with the whole lot of them.
The Kingsglaive operated, primarily, as a Daemon-killing force beyond the wall of Crown City. The Black Order covered the rest of Jylland, but a millennia of isolation and old history meant that the Kingdom of Lucis was outside of their jurisdiction. As such, they had needed to start their own, especially when an influx of Daemons a few centuries ago had made it necessary to built the wall to protect the populace in the first place.
Attempts to populate outside it had been more or less successful in the intervening years, with some settlements being established and some being wiped out, if not by Daemons, then by monsters that had grown powerful and fearless after plenty of time without Hume intervention.
The Wall protected the people of the city. Levi knew it had been set up by some King or other, though he didn't care enough about history to remember which one it was. Probably Gavin the Wallbuilder, or some bullshit, he didn't know. What he did know, is that as time went on, the nobby families had a lot of land near the wall and the less wealthy lived closer together, towards the centre. Over time, that had shifted when the need to be close to the capital had arose in the modern day, so now the nobby rich twits lived in ridiculously expensive high-rise rabbit hutches closer to the Citadel and poorer people lived a little further out.
The land on the outskirts had either been set over to farmland, retained by certain bloodlines as Estates, or reclaimed by the Crown, for what they said was valuable open land and greenery, but what Levi knew was often used for training by their soldiers.
It was there where they were this morning.
The ones who wanted to prove themselves capable would be able to do so within the walls, because wild populations of some animals thrived in the fields, open-space and woodland that was either tended and curated, or left to grow wild. To get to the region they would be camping in would have taken a long drive, or, more likely, a long ride out on chocoboback, to Duscae, with its similar landscape and bigger wildlife. There was no point in taking them out there only to have to escort them back if they proved capable.
The area he'd taken them to was on the northeast of the interior, a safe distance from both the wall and open farmland. It was heavily wooded, with trees he was fairly sure had been artificially grown by weird mages some centuries back, because ... well, everything beyond the wall was desert and it seemed weird that there were trees here, but not there.
"We're spending the day here," he said, as he waited for them to get out of the carriages that had brought them. "Those who pass will be taken back to the city. Those who are coming on the proper training will be given chocobos tomorrow morning before we set out and if that's the case, you'll spend a night in an old barracks."
In his opinion, any group brought to the kingdom with the job of exploring a lost continent should have been picked for their survival skills in the first place, instead of being a grab-bag of what sounded like overpowered idiots who may or may not be able to camp because they may or may not be the Ivalician version of Hunters. Some of them, anyway.
It had to be said, some seemed less like Hunters and more like nerds. The kid with the fringe and the weird metal arm, for example. The pink-haired man with the glasses. Some seemed suited to roughing it, some didn't. Surviving in the wilds for a few days to do a job was very different to surviving that way for what was probably going to be months, but with any luck, after a few weeks training with the Kingsglaive, they should be ready for it.
A couple of them had decided to prove their specific skills in the field and forego the rest of the survival training. Levi didn't care either way, but he privately considered it a little strange, especially since all of them should be able to do the basics -- hunt, field dress, start a fire, set up a tent. All of these things were invaluable when you were out there, especially since setting up camp was more than just picking a flat bit of ground and throwing a canvas up to sleep under, but he'd be able to set enough of them straight that they probably wouldn't die. Or most of them wouldn't, at any rate.
He'd complained about the job to one of his superior officers, but he'd been less than helpful in getting him taken off the assignment, instead telling him it was a good opportunity to see what they could do and what they were about, and so here he was, with the whole lot of them.
The Kingsglaive operated, primarily, as a Daemon-killing force beyond the wall of Crown City. The Black Order covered the rest of Jylland, but a millennia of isolation and old history meant that the Kingdom of Lucis was outside of their jurisdiction. As such, they had needed to start their own, especially when an influx of Daemons a few centuries ago had made it necessary to built the wall to protect the populace in the first place.
Attempts to populate outside it had been more or less successful in the intervening years, with some settlements being established and some being wiped out, if not by Daemons, then by monsters that had grown powerful and fearless after plenty of time without Hume intervention.
The Wall protected the people of the city. Levi knew it had been set up by some King or other, though he didn't care enough about history to remember which one it was. Probably Gavin the Wallbuilder, or some bullshit, he didn't know. What he did know, is that as time went on, the nobby families had a lot of land near the wall and the less wealthy lived closer together, towards the centre. Over time, that had shifted when the need to be close to the capital had arose in the modern day, so now the nobby rich twits lived in ridiculously expensive high-rise rabbit hutches closer to the Citadel and poorer people lived a little further out.
The land on the outskirts had either been set over to farmland, retained by certain bloodlines as Estates, or reclaimed by the Crown, for what they said was valuable open land and greenery, but what Levi knew was often used for training by their soldiers.
It was there where they were this morning.
The ones who wanted to prove themselves capable would be able to do so within the walls, because wild populations of some animals thrived in the fields, open-space and woodland that was either tended and curated, or left to grow wild. To get to the region they would be camping in would have taken a long drive, or, more likely, a long ride out on chocoboback, to Duscae, with its similar landscape and bigger wildlife. There was no point in taking them out there only to have to escort them back if they proved capable.
The area he'd taken them to was on the northeast of the interior, a safe distance from both the wall and open farmland. It was heavily wooded, with trees he was fairly sure had been artificially grown by weird mages some centuries back, because ... well, everything beyond the wall was desert and it seemed weird that there were trees here, but not there.
"We're spending the day here," he said, as he waited for them to get out of the carriages that had brought them. "Those who pass will be taken back to the city. Those who are coming on the proper training will be given chocobos tomorrow morning before we set out and if that's the case, you'll spend a night in an old barracks."