CC5 ~ 5!

5

“Wake up! It is already four in the morning! Why’re all of you lazing about instead of getting ready to go kill Elves?” The explosion of the amplified voice literally knocked the Dwarves closest to the door out of their beds. Joe only managed to stay in his because his blankets had been tucked in on the edges, and he was able to use them to hold himself down.

“We’re ready, Drill Instructor!” the reply boomed from every single person in the barracks. It was true. Since they never knew what time they were supposed to be getting up, everyone slept in their clothes and armor, as well as keeping their weapons handy.

It was the start of Joe's second day with the Dwarves, and his first morning. He had never gotten the steak promised from Sarge for joining the Dwarves, but that was the least of his worries at this moment. Joe wasn't exactly certain what he was supposed to be doing, but it appeared that the Dwarves weren't going to make him choose for himself.

They had tossed him into Legionnaire training, along with the new batch of Dwarven ‘recruits’. It was somewhat telling that there were only thirty people total in this group, but apparently the training started on Monday each week. He had just gotten ‘lucky’ enough to get in this batch as soon as he joined up. Besides the voice waking them up, Joe had another surprise waiting for him.

Characteristic training complete. +2 Strength, Constitution.

Just being in this environment was enough to train his strength and constitution, which meant that by the time he woke up, he had already trained the maximum that he could. That was unfortunate, since he was already exhausted, and the training day was just about to begin. Maybe he could convince them to let him train other characteristics?

Moving as quickly as he could, Joe still found that he was the last person getting out the door. Concerned that he would either be punished, or people would try to ‘greet him’ again, he activated Retaliation of Shadows and Exquisite Shell. Both had gone up a skill level the day before, a direct result of so many people bashing their head against his to say ‘hello’ and test the strength of their forehead against his shielding. Remembering the upgrade he had gained, Joe smiled and checked it one more time.

You have reached the Journeyman ranks for Retaliation of Shadows! Journeyman bonus gained: When you attack or cast a spell, there is now a 10% chance that it will trigger a shadow version that is 25% as potent as the original. (Personal attack or spell use. Group spells and rituals are not impacted.)

Exquisite Shell had only reached Beginner seven, but every little piece of protection was very welcome. Joe joined the formation, getting in position just as crossbow bolts flew from… apparently everywhere around them. A bolt passed in front of him, behind him, to his left, and to his right. Joe was about to take cover and find a way to strike back when the voice of their Drill Instructor rang out once more. “If you were hit by a bolt, you are not in the correct space. You’re out of formation, and you will rectify that!”

“Dude, look at all that blood coming out of my arm! Sick!” the Dwarf two spaces to the left of Joe called out, grinning as he looked at his injured limb. “That's got to have some serious armor penetration!”

“That’s right, and don't you forget it!” the Drill Instructor confirmed curtly. “Also, shaddup! Get in groups of four; that's one less than the total number of digits on your hand unless you cut something off between the barracks and here! Move!”

The Dwarves moved so fast that they left small whirlwinds of dust behind. By the time Joe looked around, everyone had partnered up. Well, all but one small group. They were looking at him questioningly, then staring pleadingly at the Drill Instructor. One of them, the one with the most magnificent mustache, shouted at the Drill Instructor with a gravelly voice, “Look at this guy! He can't keep up! You’re gonna give him the opportunity to drag us down? What happened to the high standards that used to be required for joining the Legion?”

A bearded Dwarf in the same group spat to the side. “I'm so happy they are getting the chance for inclusion, but humans just don't have the same physical abilities as the rest of us! We are going to end up carrying its gear, having to support it on ruck marches, and what about fighting monsters? Forget about it!”

“Oh, I didn't realize that you were the one making the rules now!” the Drill Instructor shouted back, leveling a crossbow at the bearded Dwarf. “You must be on the Officer’s track, or hoping to get on it? Those are the people making the rules, after all.”

There was a collective inhale at the implied threat, and not a single Dwarf made another sound as Joe shamefacedly joined the party of three. The Drill Instructor grinned evilly and motioned for everyone to follow him. “You all know the rules. Try not to die during training. It sets you back a day, which means you lose all the reputation you would have gained for being an upstanding member of the Legion! You get paid every night at lights out. If you aren’t there, I'm keeping that rep for myself! I'll drink an ale in your honor, then be back in the morning to work you twice as hard!”

“Pick your role in your new party, and get friendly! This is who you will be with until the end of training! If you fail, they fail. Remember, the only way out of the Legion is reaching neutral with the Dwarven Council!” At those words, Joe perked up and hurriedly looked at his reputation score with the Dwarven factions.

Current reputation:

Dwarven Legionnaires: -1000, Cautious.

Dwarven Council: -1000, Cautious.

“What the…?” Then Joe remembered that his deity bonus did not work with the Dwarves, because they also used reputation as currency. Before he started cursing this Zone again, he shouted at the Drill Instructor. “How much are we getting paid?”

Strangely enough, surprise was the main expression on the faces of the Dwarves around him. The magnificently mustachioed member of his party blinked, then snorted at him. “Who cares? The only thing that you can do with all that money is get out of training, out of the Legion! Who the abyss would want to have that kind of opportunity?”

“Success is its own reward!”

There was a roar of approval at these words, words that Joe would later learn was the mantra of the Oligarchy as a whole. He decided that he would just have to wait for the pay to hit his account that night so he could see for himself what he was earning. The Drill Instructor fired his crossbow at various trainees until order was restored, then continued with his explanation of what they would be doing. “Today, we are going to clear out a monster nest: Stone Lizards! Whatever group kills the most of them wins a week of characteristic training materials or a weapon upgrade; whoever kills one of them in the most impressive fashion gets an armor upgrade!”

“Weapons and armor!”

“Yeah!”

“Celestials, I hope it is really heavy! If I could just find a two hundred pound helmet-”

“Shaddup, the armor is mine! You don't have to worry about if it will-”

Every discussion in the area devolved into a massive fist fight. Strangely enough, anyone in a team did not attack each other, instead working to defend and take down the others with impressive efficiency. Joe looked around, waiting for the Drill Instructor to step in, sighing when he finally realized that the Dwarf in charge of their training had joined in the brawl.

Eventually, they calmed down and got into a marching formation, being led to a cave system and warned not to come out before killing at least two monsters for each member of the party. Joe took a moment to check the different roles that he could choose in the party, surprised to see that they were selectable, rather than based on class or levels. “Attacker, Vanguard, Scout, Support. I’m pretty well set up to be a support; any of you have an issue with me taking that?”

The other three just laughed and walked into the caves, making Joe question what they knew that he didn’t. He shrugged and selected ‘Support’, then looked at the information that was available for their party. After closing his eyes and attempting to calm himself, he followed the three Dwarves on his team—all of them had chosen ‘Attacker’.

“Can I at least get your names?” Joe asked as he ran to catch up to his stout team. He stood head and shoulders above even the tallest of them, but their speed was still higher than his, and he was having trouble forcing his way through the thick, energy-rich air of this plane. “All I see in my party interface is ‘D1, D2, D3’. Do you guys really not have names?”

Joe was outright ignored at first. Then he grinned as he realized that he knew exactly how to handle people like this. He was prior service, and they were still trainees. He had tricks they would never see coming. “After all, if no one knows what to call you, you can’t win the rewards, or be in charge.”

There was a long pause, and the Dwarves came to an abrupt halt. The bearded Dwarf stepped forward and stomped the floor, leaving a deep indent. “I’m Broski. I’m the team leader.”

“Eat feces, Broski! I’m Dudette, I’m in charge around here!” The intensely mustachioed Dwarf snarled at the first that spoke. Joe blinked at the realization that facial hair might be the only way to differentiate male and female in this zone… for him, at least. As far as the human could tell, there were no other differences. Their heads were all bald, and the armor that was worn constantly meant that there was no other clear way to-

*Wham*.

Dudette was punched into the stone wall by the final mustachioed Dwarf. “I’m Dudette, and I’m the party leader!”

Joe watched the fight play out over the next few minutes as the cave entrance they had chosen was painted with fresh flecks of blood, wondering yet again if he had made a terrible, terrible decision.