Vexil.
"We're moving out" quietly says Helbe the elven thief the next morning to Tamric Drubine the field commander who has just woken up.
It's just before dawn, and the two of them are standing outside the tent that field commander Drubine shares with his lover Saanea the witch.
The elven masterthief gestures up the hill to the village and quietly continues with "They've just got word" referring to the Geist cousins Gamil and Farsen.
The young elven noble who is from the island principality of Laerel then adds "They're not exactly happy about it".
The elven master assassin informs Tamric Drubine that an airship belonging to the Geist Trading Company just came in a little earlier from across the border in the kingdom of Girdane.
The vessel which brought in more supplies for the army, had a messenger on board, who delivered a hand written missive to the Geist cousins.
A missive from the mysterious Misa, who has instructed the cousins Gamil and Farsen to move out, and proceed with the plan.
The elven masterthief who is in fact the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel, actually read the missive before the Geist cousins were able to.
Helbe the elven thief, or prince Helbenthril Raendril to give his correct name, quietly says in elvish to the young field commander in the Armies of Farque "The army will cross over the border, then recross on one of the roads further east".
The elven princeling who is Lord Farque's envoy, and a member of his personal council quietly continues with "I'm guessing Marqand's company will be one of those to keep an eye on the others".
The elven master archer follows that with "The cousins only trust a handful of company captains, and he's one of them".
Prince Helbenthril Raendril falls silent for a moment as the two of them look up the hill to the village, and in the gloomy light of false dawn, on what's a cold winter's morning, they see movement, as a number of people head out from the inn at the north side of the village.
"Runners with orders I assume?" quietly says Tamric Drubine the field commander in the elven language.
The elven master assassin who can see clearly in the last darkness before the sun rises as if it was the middle of the day, nods his hooded head and replies with "Yep".
The young elven noble whose mother is the heir to the throne of Laerel, and whose father is the Warden of the forest city of Quinthain, quietly tells the senior officer in the Armies of Farque "Wake the others, so you can have a head start on all this lot".
Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by the others in the group, nods his head in agreement with the elven princeling.
Then the young field commander, who is originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin, steps back inside the tent he shares with Saanea the witch after prince Helbenthril Raendril quietly tells him "I'll go keep an eye on the Geist cousins".
Field commander Drubine has the group up, and has woken captain Marqand up, before the runner with their orders even gets to their part of the camp.
Marqand's company is packed up and ready to go before any of the other companies around them, are really up and about as the sun rises in the east, on what's a cold winter's morning here in the northern hill country of the city-state of Vexil.
The mercenary company captained by Marqand moves out to their position, as the camp wakes up as the order to break camp has been given.
"They're moving" quietly says Lord Farque, which earns a grunt from Dorc da Orc, who gets up from where he's been sitting against a tree trunk, and makes his way over to where the large heavily armoured deathlord is standing.
The undead warlord and the large ork are on a hilltop further to the west and north of the village, that has been taken over by the Geist Trading Company and the mercenary army they've gathered.
Dorc da Orc who has been nursing one of the barrels of ale that was brought to him by Helbe the elven thief, asks "Where them cunts gonna go?".
"North across the border into Girdane" is the reply of the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque, who continues with "Then back across the border into Vexil by one of the nearby roads".
The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world frowns at that, then he asks "Why the fuck they wanna do that for?" he follows that with a muttered "Dumb cunts just goin' in circles".
"Because they want to start a war" says the lord of the death realm, which earns a grin from the ork weaponsmith who says "Ooohhhh Dorc likes war".
Lord Farque or Draugodrottin as the people of his lands also know him by rolls his eyes, then says "Problem is, they're kicking off a war with their own nation" followed by "Which doesn't make fucking sense if you think about it" he then adds "They're up to something else with starting a war between Vexil and Girdane".
Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, grunts to that, then he shrugs his massive shoulders, as he figures Lord Farque or one of the others, probably Helbe the elven thief, will eventually find out what's actually going on with the mercenary army that's been put together by the Geist Trading Company.
The undead warlord who has the elven name of Des'tier sees the company that the rest of the group have joined. Has already moved out, and is heading east and north from the mercenary army's camp.
The lord of the death realm nods his full helmed head when the large ork asks him "We gonna follow all them cunts?".
The ork warleader, who was given that position a number of years ago by lord Farque himself, loudly mutters "Don't know why we don't just fucken join 'em". As the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world actually likes being in an army.
Draugodrottin glances sideways at the ork who is a general in his armies, and wryly smiles behind the faceplate of his helm.
For down in the mercenary army that the Geist Trading Company has gathered, are a number of reasons why the two of them. To be exact, why Dorkindle isn't part of the mercenary army.
It's because there's a number of trolls amongst the mercenaries. Who the ork weaponsmith absolutely hates.
But even worse is that there's also more than a few dwarves in various mercenary companies within the army. Dwarves being the mortal enemy of the ork race.
And the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque doesn't want to spend all of his time keeping an eye on the ork warleader who'll do anything to kill trolls, but even more so, dwarves.
"We'll start following them when their reserves and auxiliaries, and camp followers get moving" quietly says the large heavily armoured deathlord of Farque.
Dorc da Orc grunts at that, then he moves back to the tree he was sitting against earlier. Sits down, and starts sipping from the barrel of ale he has open.
They follow the road, well it's more of a wagon track than anything else, that heads northeast from the village.
Captain Marqand says to Tamric Drubine "Tam you and some others scout out in front of the rest of us".
The mercenary captain lowers his voice, and tells the young field commander in the Armies of Farque "I don't trust a lot of the rest of the companies" followed by "And for that matter, most of the Geist's own company troops".
Captain Marqand as they walk quickly along the wagon track, continues with "It's supposed to clear to the border, and over it" he then adds "But you never know".
Tamric Drubine the field commander nods his head and says "I understand" followed by "I'll just get to it".
The young nobleman originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin picks Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy, Lisell Maera the scout, and Saanea the witch to accompany him.
And has Beldane the cleric in charge of the rest of the group who'll remain with Marqand's company as the mercenary army The Geist Trading Company has gathered, head north towards the border with the kingdom of Girdane.
Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by those who know him well, doesn't exactly know where Helbe the elven thief is.
But he assumes the talented elven magic user is somewhere near to where the Geist cousins Gamil and Farsen are.
Back in the village, Helbe the elven thief, who is blurred and shielded, is standing near the back of the inn on the north side of the village.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel glances to his right, where Narladene the ground pixie lands upon his right shoulder, and quietly says to him in elven "Will they pick them up?".
The elven masterthief nods his hooded head, as off to their left, a couple of camp followers in the mercenary company captained by Mackrin, are deciding something.
The company has moved off, as Mackrin is one of the mercenary captains that the Geist cousins trust.
Though the camp followers, who have just packed up Mackrin's large tent, are loading up the last of the gear and equipment onto their wagons.
"Here they go" murmurs Helbe the elven thief as the two camp followers, after shrugging, start lifting up the boxes that were stacked next to the tent, against the back of the inn, and load them into one of their wagons.
As the elven master assassin slightly grins, Narladene the ground pixie sourly smiles, then mutters "Better them, than me touching those things".
As they watch the wooden boxes, almost coffin like in shape, being loaded into the back of one of the wagons belonging to Mackrin's mercenary company.
Then the elven magic user and the naturally magical creature attached to him, look to the back door of the him, that's just opened with a slam.
Out walks the Geist cousins Gamil and Farsen on this cold winter's morning in the hill country of northern Vexil.
Neither cousin looks exactly pleased, infact as the two of them, along with a number of their company guards head to the stables behind the inn.
Look annoyed, more than anything else, even as their mercenary army starts heading out, heading north to the border with the kingdom of Girdane.
"They look pissed off" Narladene the ground pixie murmurs to the blurred and shielded elven magic user.
"I know" is the quiet reply of prince Helbenthril Raendril who follows that with "They were expecting their cousin Misa whose idea this was in the first place, to show up".
The elven envoy for Lord Farque continues with "Seems she's leaving all the leg work, so to speak to the two of them" he then adds "Which they're not happy about".
Then after the Geist cousins Gamil and Farsen and their guards come out of the stables with their horses, and mount up.
Helbe the elven thief quietly says to Narladene the ground pixie "Suppose we better follow them then".
As the Geist cousins and their company guards ride off, the talented elven magic user shifts away and follows them . . . . . .
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