Vexil.
"Where exactly?" asks Helbe the elven thief as they stand in amidships, at the port rail of the small, single masted airship that's owned by the Reinholt Trading Company.
"There" says Lord Farque who points away to the west, then he adds "About nine miles away" the undead warlord continues with "The escort ship is following, about a quarter mile aft, and higher up".
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel nods his hooded head, and he looks in that direction.
And with it being a clear, sunny day, the first day of winter to be exact. The elven masterthief, due to the natural farsight of his race, easily spots the two airships in the distance, away to the west, and slightly south.
"I guess I'll go and check on them" says the highly talented elven magic user, followed by "And see what else I can find out".
The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque dryly says "Don't get into trouble". Which causes the elven master assassin to chuckle.
Then the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel disappears from sight as he blurs himself. Well, he disappears from the sight of everyone with the exception of Lord Farque, as well as Narladene the ground pixie.
Who is sitting upon the right shoulder of the elven princeling from the island principality of Laerel, who then shields himself, before he shifts away, heading westwards.
"Why do I get the feeling he's going to get into trouble" dryly says Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman after the elven magic user disappears.
"At least he won't get caught" says Mira Reinholt the mage, which illicits a grunt from the rotund woman who is really a hordes outrider from the southern tundra.
While Lord Farque nods his full helmed head in agreement with the mage Reinholt, while he continues to watch the blurred and shielded elven masterthief heading west towards the pair of airships owned by the Geist Trading Company.
It's the afternoon, and Helbe the elven thief has to shift a number of times to get near the transporter, and it's escort ship.
Floating in midair, about a thousand feet above the ground, the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, shifts onto the deck of the following frigate.
Like all warships whether it belongs to a nation's aircorp or a trading company's fleet, there's a spellcaster onboard.
Though unlike a warship that's in the Vexil aircorp, which would have at least two spellcasters onboard a vessel this size.
This particular frigate in the fleet of the Geist Trading Company has just a sole practitioner of magic.
Who prince Helbenthril Raendril has no fear of, as the wizard onboard couldn't even find the elven masterthief if he wanted to.
"Bit of an overkill for a trip that takes just a day don't you think?" murmurs Narladene the ground pixie as the two of them look around the deck of the frigate.
"Especially considering the transporter itself has got a pair of magetubes fore and aft" adds the tiny winged creature who is originally from the Sunreach Mountains.
The blurred and shielded elven magic user nods his hooded head in agreement with the naturally magical creature who is attached to him.
"Check things out" murmurs Helbe the elven thief to the ground pixie perched on his right shoulder, she nods then takes off.
While the elven master archer wanders away along the deck, heading for the nearest ladder down.
As he does, the grandson of Prince Raendril of Laerel, listens to the various conversations of the crew and officers, and reading their minds whenever he thinks they mention anything interesting.
Meanwhile to the east, back onboard the single masted airship that's owned by the Reinholt Trading Company.
Mira Reinholt the mage asks the undead warlord "What's the pointy eared thief up to?". As he knows the lord of the death realm can both sense and see what's going on the pair of airships about nine miles away to the west.
"He's on the following frigate" says Lord Farque who has the name of Draugodrottin that the people of his homeland also know him by.
"Just lost sight of him as he's gone below deck" adds the large, heavily armoured deathlord of Farque who follows that with "Him and that gnat of his are snooping around" he continues with "He's listening to what they're saying, and going through their thoughts".
Both the mage Reinholt and Malisse aka Zubutai the son of Timagin nod when they hear that, as they wouldn't expect anything less than that from the elven masterthief who like them, are members of Lord Farque's personal council.
Onboard the frigate, Narladene the ground pixie who is below deck, goes amongst the crewmen who man the magetubes.
Most of them are bored, as they're not expecting any trouble as they escort the transporter flying in front of them, to the hill country in the north of the city-state of Vexil.
The naturally magical creature who is originally from the Sunreach Mountains, doesn't hear anything of interest as she invisibly makes her way amongst the below deck crew.
So she stops at one of the magetubes, and with a grin upon her small face, she draws her tiny sword.
The sword maybe tiny, but it's incredibly sharp. Sharper than pretty much any other weapon made by the big people. The big people being those who aren't pixies and sprites.
And looking around at the lever like trigger of the powerful magical weapon. Narladene shoves her tiny sword up into a tiny gap that only she can see between the lever and the main body of the tube like weapon.
The tiny winged creature grins in satisfaction after withdrawing her sword. The naturally magical creature does it again to three more of the twenty four magetubes that the frigate has.
The ground pixie knows that Helbe the elven thief, and for that matter Lord Farque himself could destroy this warship with ease.
But if they decide not to, she hopes her little random surprises, will make the crew below deck here, have a rather unfortunate time of it, if they use those particular magetubes.
The tiny winged creature who can sense the magical power of the young elven noble she's attached to.
Senses him to aft, also below deck. Though he's soon making his way back up on deck, after she assumes he's looked around some of the aft cabins.
Narladene heads to the nearby cargo hold, to check that out before she rejoins prince Helbenthril Raendril, who is up above, on the deck of the frigate.
After reading the minds of the captain, first mate, helmsman and the wizard onboard. Helbe the elven thief heads forward along the deck.
The blurred and shielded elven magic user is soon joined by Narladene the ground pixie, who quietly informs him what she saw and heard below deck.
The elven master archer nods his hooded head as he makes his way to the bow, as he found similar when he checked out what's onboard, and who is on the frigate owned by the Geist Trading Company.
At the bow, the highly talented elven magic user looks ahead and down, where less than a five hundred yards away, is the transporter the warship is escorting.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, who is a member of the personal council to Lord Farque. Shifts away to the twin masted brigantine up ahead.
Once onboard the transporter, the elven masterthief murmurs to Narladene "See what's happening below deck" followed by "I'll be down there soon".
The naturally magical creature who is from the Sunreach Mountains nods, then she takes off from the right shoulder of the elven master assassin and heads below deck.
"Eeewww" murmurs Narladene the ground pixie a little while later while she's in the forward cargo hold of the transport ship in the Geist Trading Company's fleet.
The tiny winged creature shakes her head as she looks at the dozen boxes, stacked nearby, amongst a bunch of other goods being transported to the hill country in the north of the city-state of Vexil.
Narladene turns as Helbe the elven thief enters the cargo hold, and walks over to where she's hovering.
After the ground pixie lands upon his right shoulder, the elven princeling quietly tells her "The weapons and armour are in the aft cargo hold".
The son of the heir to the throne of the principality of Laerel, quietly continues with "Mostly supplies up here by the looks of things".
"And those" dryly says Narladene the ground pixie who points to the stack of long, almost coffin like boxes.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel sourly smiles when he sees them, then he mutters "At least they don't stink.
The naturally magical creature grunts in agreement with the elven practitioner of magic she's attached to.
Then after the two of them go through the forward cabins here on the twin masted brigantine.
The elven masterthief shifts away, and heads back to the packet ship the rest of the group are on.
"They're coming back" says Lord Farque as he along with Mira Reinholt the mage and Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman stand in amidships at the port rail.
A little while later, as the sun starts to drop in the west, on what's been a cold first day of winter, here in the north of the city-state of Vexil.
Helbe the elven thief appears beside the large, heavily armoured deathlord of Farque, and the once powerful mage, and the rotund woman who is really a hordes outrider from the southern tundra.
"Well?" asks the undead warlord as he looks down at the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel who is his envoy.
"Nothing much" is the reply of the elven magic user who follows that with "Same as before, the frigate will remain in the hill country once they get there, and the transport ship will return to the city once it's unloaded".
Prince Helbenthril Raendril continues with "Those mercenaries they're transporting just know that they'll be joining a larger force once they get there".
The highly talented elven magic user then adds "As of now, they still don't know that they'll be doing".
"Hmmm" murmurs the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque who then falls silent as he thinks of something.
While the other three, discuss what the Geist Trading Company could be up to in the northern hill country of the city-state of Vexil.
Finally the undead being interrupts the other three, and quietly tells them "This is what we'll do once they get there".
Draugodrottin then explains to the trio who are part of his personal council, what they'll do once the transport airship in the fleet of the Geist Trading Company, and it's escort warship reach their destination in northern Vexil . . . . . .
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