Steerwall
Local militia, less resources than the Brass Bulwark and the Bronze Battalion. Younger Battalion mambers in training take part in lower city patrols through t he streets to get their bearings on the job.
Steerwall forms much of Blackstock’s lower defensive spine where militia barracks, training yards, and modest stone housing cluster around the busy streets near Cattleman’s Keep. Unlike the elite Bronze Battalion stationed higher within the Brass Bulwark, the soldiers here are younger, less experienced, and often poorly equipped with repaired armour and hand-me-down weapons passed down through generations of city service.
Training never truly stops within Steerwall. Young recruits march constantly through the district under the eyes of hardened veterans while patrols weave through crowded lower-city streets learning the realities of Blackstock beyond drill formations. The sounds of practice shields, shouted commands, and stable animals fill the air from sunrise until late evening. Many citizens view the Steerwall militia with mixed feelings. They are rough around the edges but more approachable than the disciplined soldiers of the upper city.
The district itself feels practical rather than grand. Workshops repair damaged equipment, communal cookfires feed patrol shifts, and narrow taverns near the barracks stay crowded with exhausted recruits trying to prove themselves before earning placement within the Bronze Battalion proper.
Steerwall forms much of Blackstock’s lower defensive spine where militia barracks, training yards, and modest stone housing cluster around the busy streets near Cattleman’s Keep. Unlike the elite Bronze Battalion stationed higher within the Brass Bulwark, the soldiers here are younger, less experienced, and often poorly equipped with repaired armour and hand-me-down weapons passed down through generations of city service.
Training never truly stops within Steerwall. Young recruits march constantly through the district under the eyes of hardened veterans while patrols weave through crowded lower-city streets learning the realities of Blackstock beyond drill formations. The sounds of practice shields, shouted commands, and stable animals fill the air from sunrise until late evening. Many citizens view the Steerwall militia with mixed feelings. They are rough around the edges but more approachable than the disciplined soldiers of the upper city.
The district itself feels practical rather than grand. Workshops repair damaged equipment, communal cookfires feed patrol shifts, and narrow taverns near the barracks stay crowded with exhausted recruits trying to prove themselves before earning placement within the Bronze Battalion proper.