Lord ZeeTrue majority of the time they would have an extra to have a "fresh" horse
I was thinking he would ride both simultaneously using a custom saddle.
Then have two more acting as back-ups.
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I was thinking he would ride both simultaneously using a custom saddle.
Then have two more acting as back-ups.
Milos' mount isn't going to be happy
Implying he will only have one mount.
No one gets to buy "personal" arms except commissioned officers.
Milos is going to carry four sabres, eleven pistols, a musket, a carbine, a blunderbuss, a grenade, and a dagger, just to rub that fact in.
...I'm joking, of course.
...or am I?
Wait a minute...
"Lord of the Sea", "Coastal Invader", "Commodre"...
A navy thug has infiltrated the ranks of our prestigious cavalry regiment! ALARM! ALARM!
"Lord of the Sea", "Coastal Invader", "Commodre"...
A navy thug has infiltrated the ranks of our prestigious cavalry regiment! ALARM! ALARM!
Please excuse the double post. Entirely unintentional.
Jeez these doubles are getting out of control. Damn kuwaiti internet.
"GLORY FOR THE FIRST MAN TO DOUBLE POST!"
I meant it should make six but i digress
Oh, sorry. I was a bit confused about which part of my statement your reply was directed towards.
Dude... Let it go. It’s not that important and frankly your worrying about it is super annoying. Send the GM a PM and figure it out there.
I'm sorry, how does me asking a question in order to better understand something affect you? The OOC section is meant for those types of questions.
It should, yes
Then it would be a 1:4 ratio. Because each Omadon would have one Cornet and four enlisted men.
Lieutenant Karras
Milos wasted no time when he arrived in the city. Although it had been a long journey, having just come back from leave to visit his family, and he would have welcomed the opportunity to walk around the city a bit and perhaps even stretch his legs, his first and foremost priority was to see to his duty. At the moment, that duty was to report in to his new commanding officer.
His well-maintained uniform, orderly haircut, and serious expression making him look the part of a model soldier, he wasted no time. Stepping into the crowd, the young officer spent no time with "pardon" or "excuse me", nimbly stepping around citizens or gently nudging them aside, but doing his best to minimize the ripple as he waded through the sea of people. No doubt there were many who would disapprove of such rudeness, but he was an officer of the Imperial Dragoons and he was determined that his duty would not be obstructed. If he waited for others to move aside for him, he would not get anywhere.
Eventually he arrived at the citadel, the interior much cooler than outside. He noticed a group of Dragoons smoking cigars, and shook his head slightly, having never understood the point of those things. The first time he had indulged in one, a year ago, it had tasted terrible and threatened to choke him. Never again. The non-commissioned soldiers noticed his slightly disapproving glance, along with the Lieutenant rank on his uniform, and began to look uncomfortable even though there were no restrictions against such substances.
But Milos moved on just as quickly as he arrived, only taking a few moments to enjoy the the coolness of the air as he considered his next action and mentally imagined the building's layout. His orders had stated 'within the hour', indicating that he did have some free time. However, the Captain would likely prefer that he arrive as soon as possible. And that was fine by him - he was not one to mingle, and while training had its appeal, he would only have time for perhaps half an hour at most which would provide no noticeable improvement to his combat performance. Besides, he was already confident and his skills, and there would be more opportunities to hone them in the weeks and months to come.
So without further ado, he made his way to the office at a brisk pace, striding with purpose despite the lack of urgency.
Milos wasted no time when he arrived in the city. Although it had been a long journey, having just come back from leave to visit his family, and he would have welcomed the opportunity to walk around the city a bit and perhaps even stretch his legs, his first and foremost priority was to see to his duty. At the moment, that duty was to report in to his new commanding officer.
His well-maintained uniform, orderly haircut, and serious expression making him look the part of a model soldier, he wasted no time. Stepping into the crowd, the young officer spent no time with "pardon" or "excuse me", nimbly stepping around citizens or gently nudging them aside, but doing his best to minimize the ripple as he waded through the sea of people. No doubt there were many who would disapprove of such rudeness, but he was an officer of the Imperial Dragoons and he was determined that his duty would not be obstructed. If he waited for others to move aside for him, he would not get anywhere.
Eventually he arrived at the citadel, the interior much cooler than outside. He noticed a group of Dragoons smoking cigars, and shook his head slightly, having never understood the point of those things. The first time he had indulged in one, a year ago, it had tasted terrible and threatened to choke him. Never again. The non-commissioned soldiers noticed his slightly disapproving glance, along with the Lieutenant rank on his uniform, and began to look uncomfortable even though there were no restrictions against such substances.
But Milos moved on just as quickly as he arrived, only taking a few moments to enjoy the the coolness of the air as he considered his next action and mentally imagined the building's layout. His orders had stated 'within the hour', indicating that he did have some free time. However, the Captain would likely prefer that he arrive as soon as possible. And that was fine by him - he was not one to mingle, and while training had its appeal, he would only have time for perhaps half an hour at most which would provide no noticeable improvement to his combat performance. Besides, he was already confident and his skills, and there would be more opportunities to hone them in the weeks and months to come.
So without further ado, he made his way to the office at a brisk pace, striding with purpose despite the lack of urgency.
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Alright, if that's how they did it historically, I won't object. My bad.
1. Its actually a one to five ratio
So the five man squad doesn't include the officer? Making it six men overall?
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