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Having ensured that all is in order, it is time for a camp a council. The dispatch courier hands over the sealed command orders, accepts your counter-sign to indicate successful delivery, helps herself to one refill from your water barrels, and rides off. Probably going to scrounge the Blindust Plain for the 9th. They've been out there for two weeks. About time they got a new order.
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You make camp.
Sentries report . . . NOTHING UNUSUAL
With our cavalry core, scouting is . . . EASY in these conditions, and so we can be very confident that nothing untoward will happen to interrupt our standard camp.
The Legion Orders must be carried out, though this particular order seems straight forward.
Every Officer gains a Influence Action and an Affiliation Action. There will be a 2nd Camp Phase, but actions cannot be doubled (so no officer can "spam" the same thing twice).
Carrying out Legion Orders does not constitute an "action", though if you wish to devise a specific way to do something, an Officer can implement a Strategem. This means you will march "without" spending an action and you can assign a unit to be camp guard and guide without spending an action. But, again, getting clever or creative with it does require the planning effort.
If there are disagreements, the Officer's Council treats your actions as votes, and uses the influences stats to resolve ties if you cannot do so readily.
Tests are done via 3d6, that's dice+3d6 in the options field. Multiple officers can naturally work together; the total amount of margin is tallied (each amount by which the check is passed). You want low rolls, in this degenerate world.
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You can, at this time, also ask questions.
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The campground we set up our small fortified compound in is the leeway of a large hill, scrubbly with grass-stains and the lively actions of a buzzing, healthy insect colony. Sweet tang of salt in the air. Shimmering heat waves on the horizon, petrified wood long dried out sticking like teeth from the cracked scrubland. A small desultory trickle of water winds its way through the area, enough to filter and fill half a barrel if we stayed here for a month. Might have been a grand river once, but the sun out here will brook no contender. It's steaming off at the source, or choked further up the flow.
There isn't a vast array of quater-masters or interesting things to get up to, but the scouts report no great danger as mentioned, so, if you wish it, at least you can get some time to drill.
