Year 845, Undisclosed Training Facility South of Trost
A ragged covered wagon train creaked down a dusty old road, leaving a cloud of tan smoke rising in it's wake. Escorted by several soldiers on horses bearing the crossed swords of the Training Corps, the caravan had been travelling for at least a few hours from Trost although it was hard to keep track of time. All the recruits truly knew was that when they left, the sun hadn't even come up yet. Now, it was shining faintly over the treetops, piercing the canopy every once and a while with a ray of brilliant light. A large number of the new recruits were fast asleep, although a vigilant few couldn't find any rest in their anxious anticipation of what the following years had in store. Today was the beginning of their military training which would last a total of 5 years from today before they were deemed worthy of a post. For some reason or another, the entire ride was spent in a somber, almost depressing silence save for the clopping of hooves, squeaking of wagon wheels and maybe the odd cough or sneeze.
After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, finally the caravan came to a stop. After a brief moment, suddenly chaos erupted and mad shouting began to erupt from the front of the train, gradually making it's way back to the rear. Suddenly, a man appears at the back of your wagon and begins screaming that everyone get off immediately. ((You are all in the same wagon))..
"Move you sacks of shit! We don't have all morning, get your asses in gear! The easy part is over! Get off the fucking wagon NOW!" He screamed out, pulling the closest recruit to him off the wagon and throwing him to the floor, "Faster! Faster! Faster!" He screamed as he began to yank recruit after recruit off the wagon, throwing them out into the sand. Once the wagon was empty a woman said to each recruit as they got out, "Get in line, move quickly." as she gestured to the side where several lines of single file recruits standing at attention were forming. Another man was pacing the lines and shouting "Get in lines of ten, feet together arms shoulder length and stand there until I tell you otherwise!" Some of the recruits were getting in lines of 11 or 9 prompting the drill instructor to roughly grab them and move them into place. "Get a move on you shits! If you waste my time I will waste you!"