Commander Week #1: Race
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A small scrap of paper with a childish doodle on it, clearly aged and well-loved. Kept neatly among the commanders possessions and miraculously still intact. It was a big day at the fahrar, at least for one particular newly christened warband! They had chosen the name Steel for themselves, and although time and other factors would see this name change time and time again, for now, the young and eager steel warband were about to face their first mission, their first REAL assignment as a proper warband! It was every young warband's least favorite job; scrap and haul duty, bringing supplies back to the citadel proper. No real glory or adventure to the task, unlike the other roles young warbands could receive such as tutelage or auxiliary assistance to other bands close to home. But no, the young and energetic warband received the nightmare scenario of glory seekers everywhere; And they couldnt be more excited about it. A sleepless night was spend making stories, plans, and bets. The band had yet to happen upon a true winner, with only a few personalities among the cubs generating enough dominance and friction to warrant a real leader, but tomorrow would change everything. The cubs had decided amongst themselves that Whomever brought something back first would be the real, true leader of the band. For Real This Time! Whilst Telkas most adamant and headstrong rival in the band set about to get the largest and heaviest box out of the way all at once, She herself chose to recruit her future sparring partner, Dinky, to get a few smaller pieces moved first, easily securing a victory, despite her rivals frantic scramble for running after the pair with a smaller item after they had passed! With a bitter rivalry that never was and a day of hard work hauling, Telka was acknowledged (occasionally bitterly, for a while) as the proper shot-caller of the band, following a decisive victory in a race of which no one had stopped to think of making regulatory rules other than "win".
