Sunday, 30 June 2024

Soldier Of Gods 33.


The City Of Tuledare. 

Beldane the cleric looks over at Tamric Drubine the field commander and Saanea the witch, as well as Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy and wonders if they noticed anything there with the report from the lead scout Maiya Garney and her second in command, sergeant Blufont. 
The powerful cleric originally from the kingdom of Nastell, in particular wonders if the witch Saanea noticed it. 
He couldn't sense her casting anything, for the simple reason his temperamental mace was acting up as usual. 
Making it near impossible to sense anyone with magical ability in the vicinity of it, to know if they're casting or not. 
It also works the other way, and he knows Saanea would of been unable to sense him casting, which of course he was. 
The cleric in the church of Glaine, a god predominantly worshipped in the north of his homeland, Nastell. 
Cast to see if the lead scout and the experienced sergeant were telling the truth or not. As he did with the others from the infiltration squads who had made their reports to Dalinvardèl Tanith early this morning. 
And though Maiya Garney and sergeant Blufont didn't lie at all, they did have a couple of omissions from their early morning report, concerning what they witnessed during the attack yesterday afternoon and the aftermath, in the area of the city that they and their squad were assigned to. 
In particular omissions to do with the younger brother of the lead scout Maiya Garney, Jovan Garney the cleric, and members of his church, the church of Kaēvin. 
And though Beldane himself sees no problems with it, as he saw from reading their minds, it was nothing important. 
He knows it might not be the case when it comes to both Dalinvardèl Tanith and field commander Drubine. Both of whom hold important positions in the military of the Lands Farque. 
Unlike Beldane, who like Shur Kee the monk as well as sir Percavelle Le Dic and for that matter Saanea the witch, isn't in the Armies of Farque. But he just tags along because he's a member of the group that travels with Lord Farque. 
The cleric from the kingdom of Nastell nods his head, when Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy says "Pretty much like all the others" followed by "The targets in their part of the city were wiped out, with no survivors" he then adds "Well, no survivors that they saw". 
The spy originally from the principality of Alínlae, where he previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses of that nation, continues with "And no one of importance turned up too". 
"Probably because they're all dead" dryly says Saanea the witch, who follows that with "Or in hiding". 
Beldane nods again, this time in agreement with his fellow practitioner of magic, who then says to her lover, Tamric Drubine "The Krean aircorp are thorough, that's for sure" followed by "They've wiped out all resistance in the city in less than an afternoon". 
"As was planned" says Tamric Drubine the field commander, who after a brief pause continues with "Though I didn't think it would go so well to plan". 
The overall commander of the Fifth Army of Farque, who is charge of the city-state of Phamal's war against the city-state of Tuledare, then says "Them not having their ruling council here during the war so far has been their biggest mistake". 
The other three nod in agreement with that, then Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by those who know him best, says "Hell, they've already lost, and there's basically no one to surrender to us". 
"It can't be helped" says Dalinvardèl Tanith after shrugging at what field commander Drubine just said. 
The elven spy who is a senior commander in the Armies of Farque, continues with "We'll figure something out". 
Beldane nods in agreement with that, then he glances down at his mace that's hanging off his belt, at his right hip. 
The powerful cleric in the church of Glaine, raises an eyebrow as the magical weapon, which is both powerful, and to put it bluntly, temperamental. 
Is no longer running interference, so to speak. When it comes to magic and spellcasting in the immediate vicinity. 
The Nastellian born cleric looks over at Saanea the witch, who has a sour look upon her face as she looks his way. 
"So good of that mace of yours to shut up" sourly says Saanea the witch, the attractive looking spellcaster who hails from the Maldin Hills, then adds "Damn thing was giving me a headache". 
Shrugging his shoulders in an apologetic manner, Beldane the cleric says "Sorry" followed by "I really can't control it". 
"I know" dryly says the witch who is the lover of the young field commander Tamric Drubine. 
"Damn thing has got a mind of it's own" adds the witch who though just a few years older than field commander Drubine, she was previously married, before that relationship ended badly. 
I know, the cleric in the church of Glaine thinks to himself, and though Beldane knows his magical weapon has a personality of sorts, as a number of magical weapons and items do. 
It's not a living thing, as there's only one such magical weapon like that on the world of Volunell. The sword that Lord Farque himself wields, The Sword of Power. 
After Dalinvardèl Tanith slightly cracks open a window shutter, and briefly looks outside as it's now dawn here in the city of Tuledare. 
And Beldane gets up from where he's sitting, and he puts another piece of wood in the fireplace of the large upstairs room the spy Tanith has been using whilst here in the capital of the city-state of Tuledare. 
Field commander Drubine dryly says "I guess it'll be too much to ask to get something to eat for breakfast, what with the mess down there in the common room". 
"The kitchens are fine" says the cleric in church of Glaine, who continues with "He only wrecked the common room before falling asleep in the middle of the night". Referring to Dorc da Orc. 
"In fact the cook and her helpers are busy at it down in the kitchen, and have been for some time" adds Beldane, who is in, and has been in a peculiar situation, to say the least, for a number of years now, ever since he joined the group. 
The powerful cleric from the kingdom of Nastell, has never set foot in the Lands Farque. And whenever the others go there from time to time, they always leave him behind. 
Usually in the last place they were, or sometimes just across the border from the Lands ruled by Lord Farque. 
The cleric who knows that under any other circumstance, he'd be killed on sight by Lord Farque. Who rightly or wrongly dislikes clerics to the core. With good reason, as he's undead. 
But since Beldane has been deemed both essential and important to the undead warlords plans. Whatever they might be. He's alive and a member of the group that travels with the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque. 
The fighting cleric in the heavy half plate armour, says to the others "I better go down there and sees if they've started cleaning up". 
Beldane follows on from that with "And see if the cook can send something up here for breakfast" the member of the church of Glaine, continues with "Hopefully they can". 
The other three nod in agreement then Beldane the cleric makes his way to the door, as he does, the other three continue their chat, discussing how they can get the Tuledarians to surrender, considering that the city-state of Tuledare has all but been defeated. 
The Nastellian born practitioner of magic makes his way downstairs, on what feels like a cold morning. 
Especially now that he's out of the large room that Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy has been using here in the Traveler's Comfort inn. 
Once he's downstairs, and at the doorway to the common room, the spellcaster from the north of the kingdom of Nastell. 
Joins Lisell Maera the scout commander, who has a sour look upon her attractive face, as she looks into the mess that's the common room. 
Beldane looks in as well, and grimaces at what he sees, then he listens to Lisell Maera the scout commander who tells him "They're cleaning up around the edge of the room". Referring to a few of field commander Drubine's staff, and a couple of the inn workers. 
"But no one wants to get close to you know who" adds the scout commander who is originally from the coastal city-state of Brattonbury. 
Glancing at the fighting cleric beside her, scout commander Maera asks him "You couldn't get rid of him, could you?". 
"Ah" says Beldane the cleric as he looks at the large ork who is fast asleep in the middle of the common room, where he's lying amongst the destruction he wrought during the night. 
Then the member of the church of Glaine sees that the back door of the common room is open, and he tells the scout commander "I might be able to". 
Lisell Maera or Lis as she's more commonly called by those who know her well, nods then gestures at something else, and says "And that as well". 
Beldane grunts as he sees the disgusting pile of ork crap near the fireplace, a pile of shit that's covering up what's left of a dwarf. 
Who had the misfortune of staying here in the The Traveler's Comfort inn when Dorc da Orc turned up here during the middle of the night. 
"Sure, no problem" says the powerful spellcaster originally from the kingdom of Nastell, who then teleports the snoring ork warleader into the yard at the back of the inn, which leads to the stables. 
Then the cleric in the church of Glaine incinerates the pile of ork shit, and the half a dwarven body beneath it. 
"Thanks" says Lisell Maera the scout commander, who breathes a sigh of relief, glad she doesn't feel like vomiting now that a lot of the stench in the common room of the Traveler's Comfort has disappeared. 
Beldane the cleric grunts, then says "I'm off to the kitchen" followed by "See if they're ready to serve breakfast". 
The fighting cleric does exactly that, while the scout commander continues to oversee the cleaning up of the common room of the inn, on this cold autumn morning here in the city of Tuledare . . . . . .



Tuesday, 25 June 2024

Soldier Of Gods 32.


The City Of Tuledare. 

Both Maiya Garney the lead scout and sergeant Blufont are yawning as they make their way through the streets of the city of Tuledare early in the morning, well before dawn on what's another cold autumn day. 
The two of them are heading to The Traveler's Comfort inn, where the elven spy Dalinvardèl Tanith is based. 
As they head from the east side of the city, heading towards the main thoroughfare that comes up from the south gates of Tuledare. 
They see that the streets, even for this time of the morning, well before dawn, are extremely quiet. Especially in comparison to how they normally are. 
Where you usually see street hawkers, and stall holders setting up before the crack of dawn. Or wagon and cart drivers, moving goods about. 
This morning before dawn, there's hardly any of them out and about on the streets of the capital of the city-state of Tuledare. 
"Guess most are keeping indoors after what happened yesterday" quietly says Maiya Garney the lead scout as they cross an empty square in the city center. 
"They're scared shitless" quietly says sergeant Blufont, who like the lead scout is speaking in elven. 
Maiya Garney who hails from the southwest of the Lands Farque, and is in command of their infiltration squad, yawns again. Causing the company sergeant to yawn as well. 
The experienced sergeant sourly grunts as he looks sideways at the young woman in her early twenties, who is the squad commander. 
"Do you mind" mutters sergeant Blufont, which causes the lead scout to grin, then quietly say "Just getting it in before you do". 
Maiya Garney pauses for a moment as they walk across a street, then she continues with "Besides you sound like a creaky old barn door when you yawn". 
The company sergeant just grunts in reply to that, then he does exactly what the lead scout described, he yawns, loudly. 
Much to the disgust of the scout Garney, who can't help it, and yawns as well, even though she tries not to. 
They briefly pause, as one of the few wagons they've encountered before dawn, cuts across in front of them. 
They continue on, and turn onto another street, looking up as they do, for they hear the screeching call of a wyvern passing overhead somewhere. 
"That definitely sounds like it hasn't got a rider" quietly says sergeant Blufont as they enter a lane between two rows of buildings. 
Maiya Garney nods in agreement with the company sergeant, then says "Probably broke out of its mews" followed by "I guess a lot of the riders here in the city were killed yesterday when the barracks were hit". 
Sergeant Blufont nods in agreement as they exit the lane, then turn right onto another cobblestone street, just to the west of the city center. 
As they approach the side street where the Traveler's Comfort inn is located, the two of them share a look. 
They both hear the chatter of people talking quietly, near or close to the inn they're making their way to. 
When so far this morning, in the near darkness before dawn, they've hardly heard any people talking as they've made their way from the east side of the capital city of Tuledare. 
They round the corner, and make their way onto the side street where the Traveler's Comfort inn is. 
They quickly glance at one another again, for they see a number of people milling around outside the front of the inn. 
As they get closer, they see it's people the two of them recognize. Soldiers from the other infiltration squads. Like the two of them, the squad commander and their second in command. 
With them are others that the lead scout and the company sergeant recognize. Members of the senior staff of the field commander, Tamric Drubine. 
All of whom, fall silent as the two of them approach in the darkness before dawn. They start quietly chatting again when they recognize Maiya Garney and sergeant Blufont. 
Both the lead scout and the experienced sergeant quietly greet those outside the front of the large inn. 
The two of them as they walk up to the front door of the Traveler's Comfort notice that more than a few of those outside of the inn, are either grinning or trying to suppress grins. 
Then as sergeant Blufont opens the front door, the scout Garney stops and has a brief word with another lead scout from one of the other infiltration squads. 
The company sergeant enters the Traveler's Comfort, takes a couple of steps into the common room, promptly says "Fuck that!" which everyone outside can hear. 
Then quickly turns around and exits the inn, while those fellow Farqian soldiers who were outside, burst out laughing. 
"What is it?" asks Maiya Garney in surprise after sergeant Blufont quickly closes the door behind him. 
"You don't want to know" sourly says the experienced sergeant, who then scowls at the others, most of whom are still chuckling. 
"Can't be that bad" mutters the scout Garney who moves to open the door, even though sergeant Blufont shakes his head no, for he has absolutely no intention of going back in there. 
The lead scout in one of the infiltration squads, opens the door, and enters The Traveler's Comfort inn, she takes a couple of steps into the common room, then comes to a sudden stop. 
Maiya Garney gags, to be fair she almost vomits, and not just from what she sees, but more importantly what she smells. 
Covering her mouth and nose with the inside of her right forearm, the scout Garney by the light of the fire that's burning in the fireplace, looks at the mess in the common room of the inn. 
Most of which is the large, half naked ork snoring loudly in the middle of the common room, amongst the ruins of broken tables, chairs, barrels and bottles. 
The lead scout in the second division of the Fifth Army of Farque, sees scraps of food scattered everywhere. 
And she's pretty sure she sees half a human arm amongst the scraps, half an arm, missing most of the hand and forearm. But the most repugnant smell comes from a pile of what's obviously ork shit near the fireplace. 
The scout Garney frowns as she looks that way, then blinks in surprise as amongst the large mound of crap, is a body. 
Well most of a body, a dwarf by the looks of it. Who obviously came to a rather horrific end at the hands of Dorc da Orc who is fast asleep in the middle of the common room. 
Maiya Garney after shaking her head in disgust, then quickly taking her forearm away from her face, calls out "Blufont get in here!". 
The lead scout ignores the "Fucking hell" she can hear from the company sergeant, and instead waits for him to make his way inside the inn. 
The experienced sergeant who has a corner of his cloak covering the lower half of his face, grimaces as he stands beside the young woman who commands their squad. 
"Come on, we've got to make our report" says Maiya Garney whose voice is muffled as she has her forearm covering her mouth and nose again. 
The two of them hurry across to the left side of the common room, keeping as much distance between themselves and the sleeping ork general. 
They make their way into the hallway that way, then quickly head up the stairs. It's not until they get to the landing of the third floor, before they finally uncover their faces. 
The lead scout and the company sergeant share a look, as they realize they have to go back down through there when they leave the inn, definitely something they're not looking forward to. 
The two of them nod to the pair of officers in the alcove opposite the room used by Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy. 
And though those officers are members of field commander Drubine's personal staff. They know that they're also personal guards to the young noble originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin who commands the Fifth Army of Farque. 
Maiya Garney knocks on the door, and after a moment, the voice of Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy can be heard from inside saying "Enter". 
The lead scout opens the door, and she and the company sergeant make their way into the large room, the spy Tanith has been using whilst here in the city of Tuledare. 
Inside the room is the aforementioned Dalinvardèl Tanith, along with Tamric Drubine the field commander, Saanea the witch, as well as Beldane the cleric, who by the looks of things, has just woken up. 
"Reporting commander" says Maiya Garney to the spy Tanith, after she and sergeant Blufont salute field commander Drubine. 
"Something wrong?" asks Dalinvardèl Tanith after the lead scout clears her throat, and almost snorts a couple of times, trying to get the stink from downstairs out of her nose. 
"Ah no commander" says the scout Garney, who then quickly follows up with "Had to get through that mess down in the common room". 
"Oh what mess?" asks the spy who originally hails from the elven principality of Alínlae, where he previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses of that particular nation. 
Out of the corner of her eye, Maiya Garney sees Beldane the cleric, who has just sat down, roll his eyes. 
"You don't want to know" says Beldane the cleric before the lead scout can answer the elven spy who has been overseeing the infiltration squads, here in the city of Tuledare. 
"Oh?" says Tamric Drubine the field commander, who along with Dalinvardèl Tanith look at the fighting cleric who is a member of the church of Glaine. 
"Dorc" dryly says the cleric who is a powerful spellcaster, who continues with "There's a dwarf who's staying here". 
The cleric who is originally from the kingdom of Nastell, pauses for a moment or two, before dryly adding "Well, he was staying here". 
"Oh hell" sourly says the young field commander who leads the Fifth Army of Farque, and who is in command of the attack upon the city-state of Tuledare, on behalf of the city-state of Phamal. 
After Dalinvardèl Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by those who know him well, rolls his eyes. 
And field commander Drubine holds up a hand, and says to Beldane the cleric who is about to explain everything "I don't want to know" followed by "Just have someone clean up the mess". 
"Will do" says the powerful cleric in the church of Glaine, who feels sorry for whoever has to clean up the mess down in the common room caused by Dorc da Orc. 
Then the field commander nods for the spy Tanith to continue, and Dalin says to the scout Garney "Your report lead scout". 
Maiya Garney, with sergeant Blufont standing beside her, then explains what occurred yesterday during the attack, in the part of the city that she and her squad were assigned. 
She follows that with what happened during the aftermath, explaining who if anyone, showed up at the targets that were destroyed by the Krean warships. 
While Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy, field commander Tamric Drubine, Beldane the cleric and Saanea the witch listen in silence to her . . . . . .