Mercenary Tales 52.

Vexil. 

"Infiltrate them" says Lord Farque as he continues the brief conversation they had on the rooftop of the church of Maëlle. 

"Either those clerics they're dealing with, or that group themselves" adds the undead warlord who follows that with "Though I suspect that lot we've been after won't let you in". 

Beldane the cleric who has just appeared next to the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque and Dorc da Orc, nods in understanding. Trying not to think about whose church rooftop they're on right now. 

Seeing a whole lot of clerics, magic using priests and various church guards starting to appear over on the roof of the church of Maëlle. 

The large heavily armoured deathlord mutters "Fucking hell" he continues muttering with "Can't get fucking anything done with all that lot attacking us". 

Then the undead being, who has made a decision, says something in orkish to Dorc da Orc, who mutters in common "Not north". 

The lord of the death realm sourly smiles behind the faceplate of his full helm, then says in common to the large ork "I or Beldane will find you" followed in the ork language with "Keep out of trouble cunt". 

The ork warleader grunts, and before he can say anything, Lord Farque tells him "Brace yourself". And he grabs the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, and throws him off the roof they're on. 

In a mix of anger, which turns to a bit of elation, Dorc da Orc yells "Cunt!" as he goes flying through the air. 

And though he's more than a little annoyed, the ork weaponsmith is grinning from ear to ear as he goes hurtling off the church rooftop. 

And goes a good fifty feet before he drops, the grin turns to a grimace, and he mutters "Fuck" in a sour tone. 

Just before he smashes into what's basically a wooden hut upon the roof of a two storey building, a bit further back from the large square surrounded by churches and temples, here in this part of the city of Vexil. 

The ork warleader, remembered to brace himself as Lord Farque told him to. Nevertheless, after destroying the wooden hut. Which is a garden shed for the garden upon this rooftop. 

The general in the Armies of Farque as he lies there in the ruins of the wooden hut, groans as he tries to move. "Fucking cunt" gasps Dorc da Orc as he attempts to get his breath back, and get moving. 

"Not everyday you see that" murmurs Beldane the cleric as he watches the seven hundred and fifty pound warleader of the ork race go flying through the air more than fifty feet, then disappear from view when he drops. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine winces , for he doesn't see it, but definitely hears it when the large ork lands, or more accurately crashes into something. 

"He'll be fine" dryly says Lord Farque or Draugodrottin which is a name he's also know by, to the people of his lands. 

The lord of the death realm, who is fairly certain Dorc da Orc would of even survived a drop straight to the ground, tells the powerful cleric opposite him "Fight me". 

"Er? says the fighting cleric, who refrains from saying what he's thinking, which is. Fuck off, are you fucking crazy? 

"You better" says the undead warlord, who continues on with "Or that lot turning up over there, will start wondering what the fuck you're doing hanging around me". 

"Shit" mutters the cleric in the church of Glaine who is originally from the kingdom of Nastell, who takes a swing at the large heavily armoured deathlord, with his mace. 

Easily avoiding the strike from Beldane, the deathlord of Farque, who has the elven name of Des'tier, sourly smiles behind the faceplate of his full helm, then says in a tone that matches that smile, with more than a touch of sarcasm "Wow, that almost frightened me". 

The powerful practitioner of magic winces, then grunts when the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque tells him "Cast speed on yourself" followed by "At least then you'd look like you might have a chance of actually hitting me". 

Beldane does exactly that, and casts speed on himself. A spell he didn't know until it was taught to him by Helbe the elven thief. 

The fighting cleric is almost a blur as he attacks the undead warlord, who easily avoids the powerful magical mace that Beldane wields. 

Then Draugodrottin draws his sword from across his back, and attacks the cleric in the church of Glaine, making sure to narrowly miss the powerful spellcaster from the north of the kingdom of Nastell. 

After all, they have to look good for those now watching them over on the roof of the church of Maëlle. 

Who Lord Farque is pretty sure they won't come over to where he and Beldane are, for the simple reason they're on top of the church of the death god Madau. 

"Who's that over there fighting it?" says one of the clerics from another church after Omarc the cleric commander in the church of Famal appears on the roof of the church of Maëlle. 

One of the surviving magic using priests from his own church, says "A fellow from the church of Glaine". 

The cleric commander who suddenly realizes that he's now the senior member of his church here in the city of Vexil, now that both the high priest and the church deacon are dead. 

Nods as his fellow churchman adds "He was taking a tour of our church grounds when the alarm went off that there was an unclean nearby". 

"Glaine?" says a priest from another church, who continues with "Do they even have a presence here in the city?". 

"Not really" says a priestess of the church of Maëlle, who follows that with "They have a small chapter in the city's north". 

She nods to where the cleric in question is fighting the undead being, and she adds "Probably from Nastell, where their stronghold is". 

The now most senior member in the church of Famal in Vexil nods in agreement, then the cleric commander Omarc says "They maybe a small church, but they're known to be excellent warriors". 

He slightly pauses as they watch the blur of motion on the rooftop across the side street from where they are, then he adds "It's probably why he's still alive". 

Next to him, his fellow churchman quietly says "Smart" then looking at the cleric commander, he continues with "Notice he's not casting anything after he increased his speed" followed by "If he did, that unclean would surely deal to him". 

Omarc nods in agreement, then the head of the military arm of the church of Famal silently adds, that mace of his is keeping him in the fight too. 

As the cleric commander, and all the other spellcasters here on the roof of the church of Maëlle, can sense the magical power of the weapon the cleric in the church of Glaine wields with skill. 

Then a cleric in the church of Goran, a slight man wearing the extremely heavy plate armour his church fighters are known for, voices what they've all been thinking since appearing up here on the roof of the church of Maëlle "Should we go over and help him?". 

There's more than a few winces and grimaces at that, as quite a lot of them look at one another on this cold and blustery winter's day here in the city of Vexil. 

And it's not just because the undead being has killed everyone who has attacked it so far since his presence was detected. 

But because the lone cleric in the church of Glaine, and the undead being are on the rooftop of the church of Madau, the death god. 

It's the cleric commander in the church of Famal who finally answers, when after he clears his throat, he says "We should probably wait". 

Omarc briefly pauses, before continuing on with "Just incase someone from the death god's church shows up". 

"Something's happening" says the wizard Margin down in the large square where they're waiting to see what's going on. 

"Can you see what they're doing?" adds the local Vexilian practitioner of magic as he looks at the others. 

Mercer who is standing back a bit from the others, says "Whatever it is, I can see some of them looking over there". 

The others look to where he points, and all of them wince, and Salinéll the elven maiden mutters "Hell". 

Then making a decision, the elven magic user from the principality of Alínlae who leads the group says "We'll go up". 

"There?" says Margin the wizard in alarm, the attractive elven maiden sourly smiles, then says "No not there" then she gestures up to the roof of the church of Maëlle, and says "Up there". 

The spellcaster in the dark red robes grunts in relief, then after the rest of them gather close, he teleports them up to the rooftop of the church of Maëlle. 

The cleric commander Omarc turns when someone says "What's going on?". And he sees the group of mercenaries who first told them about the unclean creature. 

"A cleric in the church of Glaine is fighting that undead being" replies a priest from one of the other churches. 

"Why isn't anyone going over there to help him?" asks the wizard Margin as they watch the blur of motion of two figures fighting, across on the roof of the church of Madau. 

No one answers that, though looks are directed at the wizard in the dark red robes. Then finally the cleric in the church of Goran sarcastically says "By all means, why don't you go ahead and help that fellow out". 

Margin shuts up at that, as he doesn't particularly want to face the undead being. But more importantly he doesn't want to set foot on the roof of the church of the death god Madau without being invited to do so. 

Then Salinéll the elven maiden notices something, and she asks "Where's that ork who was with that undead creature?". 

A magic using priest from another church who was the first one back up here, answers with "He went flying off that roof when I showed up". 

He continues with "I think Glaine's follower must of hit him with a spell that sent him flying that way". 

Salinéll and the others looks to where he points, then the elven magic user, who is hiding her ability to cast thanks to a charm she wears, quietly says to the rest of the group "Let's get him". 

Margin who is about to protest, as he'd rather see the undead being destroyed before the large ork is killed, nods when the elven maiden quietly says to him "One of them is better than none". 

As the wizard knows no one will go over to the church of Madau, and that the lot up here will wait for the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine to destroy the undead creature. 

Or it kill the cleric fighting it, then make it's way off the roof of the church of the death god Madau. 

Margin has the others stand close again, then he teleports them over to a two storey building further back from the large square, on top of which is the ruins of a wooden hut. Hoping  to find the large ork who they all want to see dead for a number of reasons. 

While the battle upon the roof of the church of Madau between the lone cleric in the church of Glaine, and the undead being continues on this cold and blustery winter's day here in the city of Vexil . . . . . .

Mercenary Tales 51.

The City Of Vexil. 

Lord Farque calls out something in orkish to Dorc da Orc, who after grunting as he pitches a priest off the rooftop they're on. 

Replies in the same language, then moves back from the edge of the roof, and hurries to near where the undead warlord is. 

The large ork has taken a throwing hammer from his weapon harness, and he tosses it to the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque. 

The large heavily armoured deathlord of Farque catches it his left gauntleted hand, and takes out the plain looking mace he has on his belt, from it's loop. 

As Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, stomps on the head of an injured cleric who is trying to crawl away. 

The lord of the death realm quickly tells him something in the language of the orks. The warleader of the ork race grunts then nods in reply. 

The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, who is a member of wolf tribe of orks. 

Who is holding a spear in his right hand, and an axe in his left. Turns to his left slightly, the same direction that Lord Farque has turned to. 

The ork weaponsmith sniffs, and pulls back his right arm when he sees the lord of the death realm has pulled his left hand back slightly, the one holding Dorkindle's throwing hammer. 

The large ork who is a general in the Armies of Farque sniffs again, and he catches the scent of new magic in the air. 

Dorc da Orc growls and waits for the exact moment to throw the spear he's holding. Out of the corner of his left eye he sees Lord Farque throw his hammer. 

The next moment, the ork warleader sees new figures start to appear on the rooftop they're on. Straight in line from where he and the large heavily armoured deathlord are standing. 

The big burly ork, who to this day, is still the largest member of his tribe, throws the spear at a target he picks. 

It's the high priest who gave the nod to go. And the cleric commander Omarc looks at those of his clerics who have been tasked to teleport them up to the roof of the church of Maëlle, and says "Go". 

The members of the church of Famal who he and the high priest have gathered, predominantly clerics and magic using priests, along with some church guards. Start to disappear as they're teleported away. 

The head of the military arm of the church of Famal disappears right after the high priest does. As he does, Omarc who has surrounded himself with magical shields as the high priest has already done. 

Starts casting his most powerful holding spell. Hopefully trying to get an advantage upon the unclean creature up on the rooftop they're heading to. 

A bit further away in the large square, that's surrounded by churches and temples. The wizard Margin quickly looks at the elven maiden Salinéll, when the members of the church of Famal they've been watching, start disappearing. 

"Wait" quietly and firmly says Salinéll the elven magic user, who quickly follows that with "We need them to take care of that undead creature". 

The elven spellcaster who hails from the principality of Alínlae, though powerful in magic. Knows that she, along with Margin are no match for the undead being up on the roof of the church of Maëlle. 

And that the very powerful members of the clergy who are in the area, such as the cleric commander and high priest of the church of Famal in Vexil. 

Are the ones to deal with the large figure in the dark blue, black full suit of heavy plate armour that's on the nearby church rooftop. 

She knows it's best for her and the rest of the members of the group with her at the moment. To wait for that undead creature to be subdued, then they can act. 

The elven maiden from Alínlae, who has waited more than two and a half decades for this opportunity, quietly says to the others "Wait for it". 

Across the square, and in the shadow of one of the churches here in this part of the capital of the city-state of Vexil. 

Beldane the cleric mutters "Fuck" when he sees the members of the church of Famal who are near the church of Maëlle, start to disappear. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine, a church that doesn't have much of a presence here in the city of Vexil. He knows that they have a chapter, a small church in the north of the city. 

After glancing up at the rooftop where Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc, who he can't see at the moment, are. 

Looks quickly across the large square, to where the group of supposed mercenaries are. And he sees that they're still waiting. 

The powerful practitioner of magic who is originally from the kingdom of Nastell nods to himself in understanding. 

Then from his belt loop, he takes his mace to hand. Silently telling it to behave. Not that the powerful magical weapon listens to him all that often. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine, waits as he keeps an eye on the group that he, along with Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc, have been searching for. 

Meanwhile up on the roof of the church of Maëlle, Omarc the cleric commander in the church of Famal appears. He's just appeared after the high priest, who is bit to his left. 

Omarc, blinks in surprise as out of the corner of his eye he sees something slam into the high priest. 

Easily going through the head of the church of Famal's protection and barrier spells. Whatever it was, it hits so hard that the high priest who was in the act of casting, head explodes in a mist of blood and bone. 

You see, the thing about magical shields. In particularly barrier spells that protects the caster from physical attacks. Can be thawrted if it's hit often enough, and hard enough. 

And in the case of the high priest of Famal's barrier spell, it would ordinarily be perfectly safe, unable to be penetrated. 

Unless it's a large hammer thrown by essentially the strongest being on the world of Volunell. Who threw it with such force, and at speed that the head of the church of Famal's shields might as well not of been there. 

The cleric commander Omarc is so stunned at seeing the high priest of his church fall, headless beside him. That he stops casting the spell he's in the middle of bringing forth. 

The powerful practitioner of magic who was just about to cast a holding spell, looks up and sees the unclean creature. 

The large heavily armoured figure walking this way towards him and the others, one of who's shields is barely able to repel a spear thrown by the large ork, who growls and follows the unclean creature. 

The leader of the military arm of the church of Famal's eyes go round in surprise as he quickly comes to a conclusion. 

Omarc the cleric commander shouts "Move!" to his fellow church members, then he quickly casts teleport on himself, and disappears. 

"So much for that high priest" dryly says Margin the wizard who like Salinéll the elven magic user, just sensed the death of the head of the church of Famal. 

The elven maiden who leads the group, a group that all has the same goals, sourly smiles. But she does nod in agreement with the wizard in the dark red robes. 

Across the square, and in the shadow of a church building, Beldane the cleric is thinking the exact same thing. 

He just shakes his head, as he knows it's ultimately futile to take on Lord Farque in battle. Even if you're an extremely powerful cleric. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine who sensed the death of the high priest of Famal, and then the cleric commander teleport away. 

Sees the powerful cleric Omarc reappear down here in the square, where some clerics and magic using priests from other churches have gathered. 

The powerful practitioner of magic who is originally from the kingdom of Nastell, sees the cleric commander hurriedly speaking to those he's appeared beside. 

The fighting cleric in church of Glaine, then quickly looks over at the small group on the other side of the large square from where he is. 

And he sees the look of frustration upon their faces, especially from the elf maiden, who by the looks of things, seems to be in charge. 

Beldane who has been wondering where the Geist cousin Misa is at the moment. Looks quickly up at the roof of the church of Maëlle. 

Then with a hand on his extremely powerful mace, he disappears as he teleports up to the rooftop where the fighting is going on. 

After pulverizing the head of a cleric in the church of Famal with his rather plain looking mace, Lord Farque without looking, reaches out to his right, and grabs Dorc da Orc and says "Not him" and pulls the ork warleader back towards him. 

A scowling Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, though not his full name, as that's extremely long, and is added to over the years. That basically only Dorc knows in full, and then only sometimes. 

Grunts and lowers his axe as he sees that it's Beldane who has appeared away to their right, and is quickly making his way over to them. 

Instead the ork general in the Armies of Farque, kicks a downed cleric, who is sitting there in shock, looking at were his right arm used to be. 

"You probably shouldn't be here" says Lord Farque to the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine when he joins them. 

"A whole lot more of them are about to come up here" continues the large heavily armoured deathlord of Farque who is looking around. 

"I know" says Beldane the cleric, who is about to say something, when he's surprised by the lord of the death realm, who has just thought of something, say "Get in with them". 

"Huh?" says the fighting cleric wearing the half plate armour, who continues on from that with "What?". 

"Get in with them" repeats Lord Farque who also goes by the name of Draugodrottin, that the people of his lands know him by. 

"Get that lot to trust you, so you can find out what the fuck they're doing" adds the lord of the death realm, who then tells him "Follow us, over there". 

As the undead being grabs Dorc da Orc, and starts running across the roof of the church of Maëlle, the member of the church of Glaine looks to where the large heavily armoured deathlord just nodded. 

"Fuck off" mutters Beldane the cleric who winces as he sees where Lord Farque wants him to follow them on this cold and blustery winter's day in the city of Vexil. 

The undead warlord holding onto the ork weaponsmith by the arm, leaps from the rooftop of the church of Maëlle. 

Across a side street, nearly fifty feet above the ground, easily clearing the fifty or so feet to a church that stands by itself in one corner of the large square. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine after grimacing, sighs. And as he senses quite a lot of spellcasters down in the square, are about to appear up here on the roof of the church of Maëlle, he teleports away. 

Over to where Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc are, who are on the roof of the rather forbidding looking church of Madau, the death god . . . . . .