Third Battalion... Bravo Company... 1st Platoon Roger works it into his mind, also he starts to teach himself to learn: B-1/3 of the 31st. Warrant officer... maybe I'll make it into being a warrant officer. I don't know though... Colonel Holbrook didn't straight out accept me...

Shaking those thoughts from his head Roger settles into his first week of 'basic' training. He was alone, none of the people from his home unit, not in this battalion... but they didn't like me much anyway. Now the sergeants... and Witherspoon. Thankfully Roger hadn't seen much of Witherspoon, also he hadn't seen much of Finch, the Master Sergeant. Though Rock was a roaring, bloody screaming crowd by himself... and Hammer was even nastier when he chose to be. Roger liked Hammer best, he suited the way Roger was. Quiet reserved, voicing opinions when they were needed... though with Hammer it was generally a stream of curses and foul mouthed military language.

His physical training wasn't his best, but he could make do. He didn't tire too much when he was on the jog... though he nearly was short of breath and was indeed sweaty by the end of it.

DC 10 ~ 11+3 = 14 ~ Pass

All the military procedures, attention, parade rest, at ease, dress right dress, and all other such things. Roger did better, though he didn't excell either, enough to pass...

DC 10 ~ 13+1 = 14 ~ Pass

Now... military protocal... Roger's memory and good looks got him very far with that. Remembering to salute to officers, and sergeants due to training, remembering rank of officers, and rank insignias. And keeping track of his general orders... Roger excelled in this general part of training.

DC 10 ~ 17+6 = 23 ~ Pass!

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Roger is a young man, he's only seen twenty winters. He's a wizard, his white ash staff adorned with runes marks him so. He serves his country, the Yeomanry League, in the military. He has sandy blonde hair, with brilliant sapphire eyes. He wears dark blue robes, a crossbow rests on his back.