Post by shinsayaken on Nov 15, 2010 0:10:41 GMT
Rasa marched across the field, inspecting his legion of farmers. He heard the speech his wife Ly'rea had made him practice so many times in his head. He hated public speaking. He hated leading. It's not that he couldn't lead, he just always had found it more practical to have a small well trained group then a large army. Taking a deep breath, he spoke.
"You have signed on to further our cause. This is good, but not good enough. You are largely untrained so you lack discipline and fighting skills. On the plus side most of you are physically fit. Soon you will have to fight. You will have to kill." He paused to let the men think. Some of them looked horrified at the thought of killing. Others looked like they would be sick. Most of them looked as if they didn't want to kill, but were willing to in order to survive. One or two looked excited as the idea of spilling blood. Rasa noted those particular people. They would either make good generals, or would have to be put down before they became a problem. "If you do not train, if you do not fight, if you do not kill your opponents, they will come for you. They will come for your families. They will come for your friends and neighbors. Now some of you may be left alone. That possibility exists. But let me tell you, if you do nothing, the lucky ones will be the ones who have their food taken and their wives and daughters raped by hundreds of men. Now ask yourself, do you want that to happen? Or would you rather fight and protect them?" He let his voice drop low. "You all are free to make that decision. I won't stop you. But if you wish to fight, train your bodes. Train your minds." At this queue, Ly'rea calmly strode across the field with two spears. He knew the sight of an eleven year old girl training to fight would pull at them. How could they let someone so young and small fight against an army of full grown killers? They couldn't. "These will be your weapons. Most of you already know how to use one, though you may not know it." He took a spear and spun, thrusting it out quickly. "That will be your primary weapon. A simple thrust with all your force behind it. You've probably done it thousands of time against piles of hay. Use this weapon well and no armor will protect from it. No enemy will stand before you. No one will harm your loved ones. I'll give all of you two days to decide. Use that time however you wish. When you return, the training will begin."
"You have signed on to further our cause. This is good, but not good enough. You are largely untrained so you lack discipline and fighting skills. On the plus side most of you are physically fit. Soon you will have to fight. You will have to kill." He paused to let the men think. Some of them looked horrified at the thought of killing. Others looked like they would be sick. Most of them looked as if they didn't want to kill, but were willing to in order to survive. One or two looked excited as the idea of spilling blood. Rasa noted those particular people. They would either make good generals, or would have to be put down before they became a problem. "If you do not train, if you do not fight, if you do not kill your opponents, they will come for you. They will come for your families. They will come for your friends and neighbors. Now some of you may be left alone. That possibility exists. But let me tell you, if you do nothing, the lucky ones will be the ones who have their food taken and their wives and daughters raped by hundreds of men. Now ask yourself, do you want that to happen? Or would you rather fight and protect them?" He let his voice drop low. "You all are free to make that decision. I won't stop you. But if you wish to fight, train your bodes. Train your minds." At this queue, Ly'rea calmly strode across the field with two spears. He knew the sight of an eleven year old girl training to fight would pull at them. How could they let someone so young and small fight against an army of full grown killers? They couldn't. "These will be your weapons. Most of you already know how to use one, though you may not know it." He took a spear and spun, thrusting it out quickly. "That will be your primary weapon. A simple thrust with all your force behind it. You've probably done it thousands of time against piles of hay. Use this weapon well and no armor will protect from it. No enemy will stand before you. No one will harm your loved ones. I'll give all of you two days to decide. Use that time however you wish. When you return, the training will begin."