((Events in this post take place on Friday the 27th))
The Legion of Chain had been given their orders, and at daybreak on Friday the camps had been struck, and 18,000 soldiers had begun the march to the gateway that would take them to their target. The portal was a full day's march from Rhydin City, so they would not arrive till late Saturday. Hex intended to camp overnight at the portal site before crossing through, to ensure the soldiers were fresh should there be any resistance to the sudden appearance of an army coming through the gate.
As the Legion moved across the landscape of Rhydin, with farmers and small townships flocking to see the spectacle, Hex traveled in it's Scorpion Frame alongside the troops. Multiple eyes swiveling this way and that, both watching the native citizens, as well as the Legion's soldiers for lapses in discipline. Hex found none however; not only were the soldiers eager for battle, driving their spirits up, but the recent punnishment of fifty soldiers by nerve-whip had served to keep everyone focused. Drunken displays had become very rare since that night, and every guard was watchful not only for trouble, but also on the lookout for Elites. It could even be said that the Legion's mechanical commander had made the common soldiers slightly paranoid. If this was the case, Hex either did not notice, or did not care.
Finally, the march was done and the Legion camped outside the trading town established at the permanent portal's location. Easy travel to another world always encouraged these kinds of towns; chaotic and often violent, the mixing of cultures often wildly different from each other promoted a sort of lawless frontier atmosphere. Soldiers from the Legion were allowed leave only in small shifts through the night, and everyone was encouraged to get as much rest as possible, for tomorrow they marched again.
The Legion of Chain had been given their orders, and at daybreak on Friday the camps had been struck, and 18,000 soldiers had begun the march to the gateway that would take them to their target. The portal was a full day's march from Rhydin City, so they would not arrive till late Saturday. Hex intended to camp overnight at the portal site before crossing through, to ensure the soldiers were fresh should there be any resistance to the sudden appearance of an army coming through the gate.
As the Legion moved across the landscape of Rhydin, with farmers and small townships flocking to see the spectacle, Hex traveled in it's Scorpion Frame alongside the troops. Multiple eyes swiveling this way and that, both watching the native citizens, as well as the Legion's soldiers for lapses in discipline. Hex found none however; not only were the soldiers eager for battle, driving their spirits up, but the recent punnishment of fifty soldiers by nerve-whip had served to keep everyone focused. Drunken displays had become very rare since that night, and every guard was watchful not only for trouble, but also on the lookout for Elites. It could even be said that the Legion's mechanical commander had made the common soldiers slightly paranoid. If this was the case, Hex either did not notice, or did not care.
Finally, the march was done and the Legion camped outside the trading town established at the permanent portal's location. Easy travel to another world always encouraged these kinds of towns; chaotic and often violent, the mixing of cultures often wildly different from each other promoted a sort of lawless frontier atmosphere. Soldiers from the Legion were allowed leave only in small shifts through the night, and everyone was encouraged to get as much rest as possible, for tomorrow they marched again.