Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140920215822/@comment-5543592-20140920231800

(Oh, Star Trek.  Never saw any of the series.  Watch Wrath of Khan (Kahn?) and the two new ones though.)

Emrey gazed upon the gate, now that he had the Crescant Blade he was feeling a little more secure. He turned back to his group, who were rearming and getting ready for what was next. Emrey admired them. He may have been a good enough leader to pull this off, but they were the best damn soldiers he could ask for.

"Everyone is scared in their first battle. If they say their not, their a liar. Some are cowards... but they fight the same as the brave ones or they get the shit slammed out of them watching people fight who are just as scared as they are. The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. Some get over their fright in a minute. For some, it takes an hour. For some, days. But a real fighter, a real warrior, will never let their fear of death overpower their honor, and sense of duty to the Empire. Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge, because it brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base."

He took a breath before continuing.

"All of the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters, either. Every single man and woman in the Legion, no, on this team plays a vital role. Don't ever let up. Don't ever think that your job is unimportant. Everyone has a job to do and they must do it. Everyone is a vital link in the great chain.  There are soon going to be four hundred neatly marked graves somewhere in Cyrodiil, all because one person went to sleep on the job. But they are Thalmor graves, because we caught the damn bastards asleep before they did us!" He took another breath. Grand finale here. If he was going to boost the group's seemingly slightly defeated morale, it was now.

"All through your time with me, you all have bitched about what you call 'bad planning'. That, like everything else, has a definite purpose. That purpose is alertness. Alertness must be bred into every warrior. I don't give a shit someone who's not always on their toes. You all are veterans, or you wouldn't be here. You are ready for what's to come."

He turned sideways, leading one arm to the Gate, pointing his finger at it.

"Now come with me if you want to send that thing back to Oblivion where it Divines-damned well belongs!"

(Sorry I took so long, I was writing that.)