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Before going out to the field, Tarfuss checked his gear. His weapons were in order as were his personal supplies. He then checked the gear of the men assigned to him. He found their gear to be in order as well. He nodded in satisfaction after he checked them. "Good enough. Time to join the March."
They made their way out and joined the rest of the Manjet. It was an astounding display of strength, that gathered force. As yet, however, it was an untempered blade. He wondered what that blade might look like after a bout in the furnace of war.
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Bona Na Croin
"You are Legionnaires in order to die. I am sending you where you can die." French General
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