Snippet #1491013

The Deep Human had just finished setting up a pair of crates to be sent away when the announcement was made over the speakers. Blaring past the pattering of the rain, Kisikoni listened and sighed. The guilty feeling of being inactive when others were never really left him anyways, though he bade farewell to the workers near him. They teased him about getting to sleep early and relaxing the entire day, but everybody knew the Black Guard- the forefront and vanguard of the army took on the most strenuous jobs. They did not envy him in the slightest- especially when facing their foes the Dragons. He left the tent, walking back to his own and entering the flap. It had been a very uneventful day- his arms still throbbing slightly. Despite the fact that it was only morning and he had woken up a few hours before, he was tired. Perhaps it was the rain.

He sat on his cot, going over the manual he was given several times when he first enlisted. They stopped producing them now, as the materials were used to make more useful items. It was partly to stave off the boredom- and to stop himself from going to bed early. In the caves, sleeping this early was looked down upon- as there was always something to be done. He packed everything up well, and his weapons were in pristine condition.

He could hear sounds from the next tent through the rain. Kisikoni rather would rather not describe it, but it encouraged him to simply roll over onto his cot and sleep. He woke up several times throughout the day, fitfully raging against his internal clock, but was finally relieved when he woke up and it was dark out. He could tell by the frigid air that it was either very late night or very early morning. He was up, washing his face and rubbing what little sleep was left out of his eyes. He donned his uniform and equipped his weapons, slinging his pack over his shoulder. He was out of his tent before everyone else, taking it down and folding the props up.

And he sat in the darkness, waiting half an hour before the faintest shades of light peeked over the horizon and the camp began to bustle with activity. Once again, the deep humans seem to be the grumpiest or the most restless. He formed up with his peers in the front. On command, he stepped through the portal.

The air was crisp- unnaturally so. The dank cave air had not prepared the poor Deep Human when he first arrived to the surface. This was another thing. If he had surfaced first here, he probably would have returned back underground. So this was where the infamous day of ashes occured? His parents still wanted him to mourn that day. Many people had been incinerated in their armor. Such an inhumane way to die. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together. "Great Lord Under. Bless the Fallen here." He prayed under his breath. They were in Dragon Territory now. Asking for the gods help would be foolhardy. He fell under the lull of march- he hated marching so. Talae walked next to him, Neira and Caine and Faera behind. Beelzes was in front.