Eleventh Division's Barracks

Stepping onto the grounds of the eleventh division's barracks, you hear a warning shout, and duck to the ground on impulse. Rubble whizzes over your head and impacts the wall behind you, leaving behind a scar in the otherwise perfect white wall. A little shaken, you rise again, looking for the source of the assault.

Instead, you find that much of the barracks here appear to be battle-scarred, as officers laugh and fight among themselves with jest and good nature. The thrill of the battle seems clear upon their faces, and you step quietly to avoid becoming a target.

Worn cobblestones under your feet, you hurry past the war-hawks sparring out front, and slip into the sanctuary of the closest building. Leaning against the door frame, you can see the swords and various weapons that make for the interior decorating, hanging upon the walls proudly, as if to boast of past combat. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, the rush, the excitement of this place is contagious, and already you can feel your blood heat up, itching for a chance to fight.