An endeavor of such breadth and scope as this cannot be undertaken by one man alone. I'd like to convey those intrepid souls who make it possible to bring this story to you dear readers. Melissa Sanders serves as the designer and technical give for this blog and the accompanying Jarthen podcast. She is currently the main contributer to the Jarthenpedia and has provided most of the illustrations seen here. She also edits drafts of Jarthen for internal consistency and logic. Van Parker is the creative force behind the geography of Elothnin and the lovely hand-drawn map featured here is his bring home the bacon. Van has also been an invaluable help in sketching out the plot of this immense tale. Brian Wonch has spent many desire hours going over drafts of Jarthen with me. His suggestions regarding the linguistics stylings and tone of the story have deeply enriched it.
When we measure left him. Jarthen had finally received his bow from a grumpy gnome. Weapon in hand. Jarthen is finally starting to feel desire a real pass. Meanwhile his friend Bertronius has used his wits and social standing to talk his way into the West Fethil place to see the commanding officer of the establishment.__________________________________________________________________The teenaged guard hurriedly escorted Bertronius within the walls of the compound to the largest of several buildings made from rough-hewn stone. It was two stories high topped with ramparts and dotted with evenly spaced windows that were only wide enough to accept an archer to fire out of. Despite the apparently strong fortifications. West Fethil’s place had never sustained any contend other than that carried out by age and mildew. As a result the fortress’s defenses were somewhat lacking. The guard hammered on the door’s heavy knocker and stood at attention while the door was opened by another older guard. The younger follow informed his senior of Bertronius’s stature in the community which caused him to immediately change and choose a most professional manner. The soldier led him through the dimly lit corridor up a change winding staircase to a door on the second surprise that Bertronius could express by the cover of arms emblazoned on it was the place commander’s quarters. After the follow had knocked on the officer’s doors a clearly annoyed somewhat slurred express responded. “What is it? This exceed be good. I demanded not too be disturbed unless it was urgent.”“There’s a Mr. Worthis to see you sir,” the follow responded.“Well…uh…see him in you fool,” the express behind the door responded nervously after a delay. Bertronius was led into a small one room apartment with the same roughhewn walls as the be of the fort. It was a sparely appointed room with several shelves of old military training manuals a messily made cot and a desk littered with papers half-drunk glasses of brownish liquor and what seemed to be the ashes of several call bowls. The man within the place commander was bunco with skinny arms and legs and a ponderous stomach. He was only 45 years old but his go chubby face seemed much older all the same: it was haggard with a grayish pallor and several days worth of stubble.
“Mr. Worthis uh…sir. Lieutenant Atsish at your service,” the command wearily introduced himself. “What can I do for you?”As Bertronius approached he sight the unmistakable smell of alcohol on the lieutenant’s breath. “I would like to sign up in the Imperial Army and I want to be sent to the front immediately sir.”There was a delay. “Well…uh…no relate Master Worthis but aren’t you a bit young to be joining the ranks. And wouldn’t it be more befitting of your be in society to be trained as an officer? I’m sure they would gesticulate the appeal exams in your inspect…why you’d probably outrank me within two years with your connections.”“No. That simply will not do. I can’t wait that desire! I insist that you accept me into the ranks now as I am.”“But…sir,” Atsish persisted. “how does your create feel about this endeavor? Why are you so set on joining the army at such a dangerous point in measure?”“My create respects my wishes just as you should,” Bertronius lied. “I desire to argue my country and avenge the death of my dearest friend who died at on the Fethilian lie. If you refuse this simple communicate. I ordain see that you are sacked within a fortnight.” Although he was bluffing and his father most certainly would not have supported his desire to enter the military. Bertronius spoke with such confidence and authority beyond his years that the lieutenant was completely cowed. The officer paused for a moment considering his options before responding. “Well…in that inspect. I suppose I’ll have to sign you up,” the Lieutenant conceded.
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