<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Cirven150.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/Cirven150a.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cirven<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Trithos<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Typical. The army that was under his command was not involved in any heavy fighting, being that the harvest season demanded that most of the men and fighters of both races retreat back to their homes to collect food and the likes for the oncoming winter. But if there was any fighting to be had, it would hit them the hardest. They were the furthest south of all the armies of Trithos, to the north of the border, dangerously close to the cities of Koann and Jerak, holding open a supply line that had to be held at all costs to ensure any chance of a successful campaign that far south. And who better than him to hold that place. He was a general, true, but his family, in comparison to that of the other generals, was of lesser significance, which meant that his army's posting here was twofold: One, if any embarrassment caused defeat was to be had, it would be on his head, and no others, of more important stature. This was the reason why most of the other generals had agreed to allow him, a comparatively younger general, to have such an important posting. The second reason, the king's reason, came from the same principle, since his family had less influence in court, his arising to such a high station had come mostly from skill and competence, whereas the others, while competent as well, had used heavy influence from their families to gain their position.<br/><br/>Frankly, Cirven wasn't complaining. His force had been handpicked by himself, and now, after two winters defending the supply line, they were some of the most battle hardened troops that the Trithos could field, along with the most positive track record. Cirven was a competent general, but the fact that most of the time he was fighting from a very easily defensible position, established by him, had led to the fact that he was now becoming something of a hero back in the Trithos cities, the tales of his victories becoming, admittedly, a bit inflated almost to the point of becoming legendary. He didn't mind that much either. Secretly, he actually enjoyed it, and the fact that, as if they wanted to live up to the tales told of them back in civilized lands, it made them fight harder, newcomers moreso, to prove themselves worthy of such an elite force. Of course, those that knew anything about anything knew the facts of what happened, and, well, Cirven was an able commander, but hardly a dragon-slayer. Still, it was good for morale, as in the rest of the fields of battle they weren't doing quite so well so, while they didn't actively spread the stories around, they didn't stop them either, but merely listened to them being told with amusement, as one would a bed-time story.<br/><br/>Reality, of course, was a far cry. Food was decent, if a bit stale most of the time, and in enough quantity to keep them all fed, since they were in a supply line. But they had been away from home for a long, long time. Nobody wanted to hold this line since it was practically smack in the middle of their enemies, which meant that any replacements would be tardy in arriving. And Cirven didn't blame them. At least not much. They irritated him to no end, of course. He was as tired as his men of this dismal, uncivilized place, crawling with enemies, and, obviously, the heat was rather too much for him to bear, even in the winter. He liked the cold of the north, and this heat was oppressive, with too much rain, and not enough snow. He liked the snow, very much. The one good thing about this place was the fact that most nights the sky was clear, giving them a good view of the moon and stars that they so enjoyed.<br/><br/>Right now, as the midday sun was beating down on them, those that could were resting in what shade could be found, while the rest disliked the fact that they had to maintain watch, and tried to find a way out of the horrid heat. Cirven himself was was in his tent, looking over the recent scout reports.<br/><br/>"There are rumors of Centos armies building around Koann," One scout pointed out," But we weren't able to get close enough to actually see, and we were running out of resources. You specifically commanded us not to make any raids on the countryside."<br/><br/>Cirven was silent for a little while, studying the map, and trying to recall all that he had heard about Koann. Admittedly, it wasn't much, and that made him scowl," I did, and I had my reasons for it as well," He didn't take the time to explain why. Reasons were meant to be self-evident, after all, since they didn't want to lose any sort of scouting information by denouncing their positions with raids of food stores. Cirvos bit his bottom lip, and thought for a moment," We need to assume that they are building a force there, and, as usual, they will test their force here. They know that we are here, but it is too well defended to commit any force lightly to. They know that we aren't going anywhere, and, while there is no elven campaign in progress, they will leave us alone, and spare themselves the casualties. But they do know that we defend this place for a reason."<br/><br/>The tent was silent as the man thought. He couldn't call for more men on rumors, but if they lost this position, any attempt at an attack deeper into the Centos lands would be futile due to lack of food and supplies. He finally looked up," I need to feel the wind again. I will go, alone. One man will be less likely to be caught than a dozen."<br/><br/>"But general," One of his commanders stepped forward," If they catch you..."<br/><br/>"Trust me," Cirvos said, with a small smile, knowing that the elf would do nothing of the kind," And have my horse ready to go before the sun starts going down," That was an order, and therefore, would be obeyed.