Mercenary Tales 46.

The City Of Vexil. 

"Not there" sourly says Lord Farque, which gets a response of "Why not?" from Beldane the cleric, who frowns. 

The undead warlord just stares at the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine, then the practitioner of magic says "Oh" as he realizes his mistake. 

The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque then tells him "That building to the left". 

The spellcaster originally from the kingdom of Nastell then teleports the three of them to the building the large heavily armoured deathlord indicated. 

It's a blustery winter's day here in the city of Vexil, and upon the rooftop they've just appeared on. Beldane the cleric holds his power within himself, as they walk to the edge of the roof, and look across the square in front of them, and towards a side street off it. 

"Which one is it?" quietly asks the powerful cleric, while behind them, Dorc da Orc sits down upon the roof, to eat the remaining pastries, biscuits and cake he has in the box he's been carrying. 

Lord Farque along with the powerful cleric have knelt down, and the lord of the death realm gestures to the side street they're looking towards, then says "That one, the dark red coloured brick work". 

"Don't know which church that is" murmurs the fighting cleric in the half plate armour with a frown upon his face. 

"The church of Famal" says the deathlord of Farque who is also known by the name of Draugodrottin by the people of his lands. 

Beldane grunts, then quietly says "One of the human war gods" which gets a nod from Lord Farque. 

"They're inside there" says the undead warlord, who then gets up, and looks down in front of the building they're on top of, before he heads to their right, and beckons for Beldane and Dorc to follow him. 

After they've made their way over to the large heavily armoured deathlord, after the large ork grunted in displeasure of having to get up. 

Draugodrottin takes them by an arm as he stands between the two of them, then he steps off the rooftop and drops to the ground three storey's below.

Though Beldane felt like his heart drove up into his throat, even though he landed on his feet without any harm. 

Dorc da Orc is grinning from ear to ear, as he's used to being dropped to the ground with the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque. 

The lord of the death realm leads them over to a covered street veranda, along the back is a long wall, on which is a painted fresco. 

The fighting cleric immediately recognizes what it is, and it takes a few moments for the ork warleader to realize what it is too. 

When he does, Dorc da Orc says in wonder "Ooohhhh" then hurries under the veranda to look closely along the wall, that depicts the gods of Volunell. 

They're surrounded by churches and temples, as this part of the city of Vexil has the largest concentration of them. 

Gesturing across the square, and to the side street that has the grounds of the church of Famal on it, Lord Farque who has the elven name of Des'tier, which translates to The Destroyer, quietly tells the powerful practitioner of magic beside him "You'll have to go in and check them out". 

"Me?" says Beldane the cleric, who after a moments pause adds "Why me?" as he looks at the deathlord of Farque. 

Who just stares at him for a moment, before looking over at Dorc da Orc who is busy looking at the fresco of the gods, before he glances down at himself, before looking back at the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine. 

"Ah yeah" says the powerful spellcaster, who continues with "I should go". Even though he doesn't particularly want to. 

But since Lord Farque can't enter a church, or any holy ground for that matter, without catching on fire. And because Dorc da Orc, is well, Dorc da Orc. The fighting cleric knows that he's the one to do it. 

"They should be easy to spot" quietly says Des'tier after a small group of nuns walk by them on their way to one of the nearby churches. 

"Considering three of them are elves" quietly adds the large heavily armoured deathlord of Farque, who follows that with "They're no longer in the main cathedral" he continues with "They're in one of the other buildings, most likely the administration one". 

Beldane nods his head as he looks across the square to the side street, then he asks the undead being beside him "What should I say I'm doing in there?". 

"Make something up" says Draugodrottin in a cold tone of voice as he knows the cleric in the church of Glaine is stalling. 

The powerful practitioner of magic nods then says "Right" as he knows he better move off, before he annoys Lord Farque too much. 

Then as he's about to walk away, the lord of the death realm tells him "A bit of advice Beldane". "Yes?" says the cleric who hails from the north of his homeland, the kingdom of Nastell. 

"You might as well stop holding your power within yourself now" says the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque, who continues with "Since pretty much everyone in there will know what you are". 

The undead warlord follows that with "Though not all your power" he then adds "Let's face it, you're overly powerful for someone in the fighting ranks of your church, if you were in any other church you'd be higher up in the ranks, towards the leadership positions". 

The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine nods in understanding, then Des'tier gestures at Beldane's primary weapon, and dryly tells him "You should probably keep that mace of yours under control too" dryly followed by "It's bound to draw attention". 

"Will do" says the powerful cleric, who glances down at the magical weapon on his belt loop, and silently tells it to behave itself. 

Not that it actually listens to him all that often. As it has a mind of it's own at times. Especially when Beldane is in danger, when it tends to take over, usually to get him to safety, or to do something overly powerful to destroy said danger. 

The fighting cleric makes his way from the covered veranda, and heads off across the square. 

While back at the at the fresco, Dorc da Orc who is closely examining the various figures depicted on the long wall, turns and says "Hey Farque, which one is". 

"Further along the other way" says the undead warlord who doesn't turn to look at the large ork, and is instead watching Beldane the cleric cross the square. 

"It's in alphabetical order" continues the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque, who follows that with "You started at the end of the". 

"Alpha what?" says the large ork with a frown upon his broad green brutish looking face as he interrupts the lord of the death realm. 

"Nevermind" says Draugodrottin after rolling his eyes, then still without looking, points towards the other end of the long wall, and adds "Down towards that end" followed by "You can't miss him". 

Then switching from the common language to orkish, the large heavily armoured deathlord of Farque says "He's the cunt beating the fucking shit out of the other cunts around him". 

Which earns a loud snort and a chortle from Dorc da Orc, who hurries down the covered veranda, to find on the mosaic painted upon the long wall, the depiction of his god, the god of the orks, Krom. 

"What the hell am I'm going to say?" Beldane the cleric mutters to himself as he crosses the square. 

"Hello, do you happen to have a bunch of no good mercenaries here, three of whom are elves?" murmurs the fighting cleric in a forced tone of cheerfulness, he continues murmuring in the same tone with "You won't believe it, but they're causing chaos up on the northern border with the kingdom of Girdane". 

He briefly pauses as a pair of monks, oblivious to all around them, who are deep in conversation, walk by in front of the powerful cleric in the church of Glaine. 

"You might not of heard, but I'm pretty sure they're trying to start a border war up there" adds Beldane in the forced tone of cheerfulness as he continues to murmur to himself. 

The square here in this part of the city of Vexil isn't particularly busy. As there's probably only about twenty or so people, including Beldane who are crossing it at this moment, late in the morning. 

The outside of the square, and the streets running off it are busier this morning. Though the side street that the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine is making his way towards, is fairly quiet this cold and blustery winter's day in the city of Vexil. 

The powerful practitioner of magic makes his way out of the square, across the street that for all intensive purposes, goes around it, and heads down the side street, on which is the grounds of the church of Famal. 

Beldane undoes the front of his cloak, leaving it open to show his tabard of the church of Glaine that's over his steel breastplate. 

The fighting cleric nods to himself as he recalls that his church, is more or less on good terms with the church of Famal. 

Neutral would be a more accurate term. Which is more than can be said about some of the other churches and temples of the gods. Many of which do not get along with each other. 

The churchman from the north of the kingdom of Nastell, where his god is predominantly worshipped more than anywhere else in The Southlands. 

Has the image of Misa Geist within in his mind. After he and the others in the group were shown an image of her that Helbe the elven thief took from the minds of the Geist cousins Gamil and Farsen. 

Briefly thinking of the elven masterthief, the fighting cleric mutters "He should be here doing this". Beldane continues muttering with "Or Dalin, after all he is a spy" he then silently adds, or Lis, she'd know what to do. 

The powerful cleric in the church of Glaine sighs, and falls silent as he reaches the church of Famal, then he makes his way up the steps to the open doors of the cathedral that faces the street the church grounds are on. 

There's two pairs of church guards on either side of the open doors, and though they don't stop Beldane, they do watch him as he walks towards the open doors of the cathedral. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine nods in greeting to the guards at the doors, before he enters the church of Famal. 

The powerful practitioner of magic, who holds back within himself, about a quarter of his power, looks around as he heads into the cathedral. 

The Nastellian born spellcaster who has a few letters of introduction from his church. All forged by Helbe the elven thief over the last few years. 

Intends to use one if he happens to run into any higher ranking church member, which he's bound to as this particular church of Famal, is their headquarters for the entire central region of The Southlands. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine spots a layman, obviously a member of the Famal church functionaries. 

Who is heading towards the powerful practitioner of magic who hails from the north of the kingdom of Nastell. 

"Right, here we go" Beldane the cleric murmurs to himself as the church layman approaches him, where he's stopped to look up at the extraordinary gilding and art upon the ceiling dome of the cathedral of Famal. 

"Holy father, greetings" says the church layman, using the generic term to address a personage such as a cleric. "How may I be of service" continues the member of the church of Famal. 

"I was wondering if you could help me" says Beldane the cleric after greeting the church layman. 

The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine then starts his lies to try and get further into the grounds of the church of Famal. 

Hoping to locate the group that he, Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc have come to the city of Vexil to find. And who he knows is here in the church of Famal at this particular moment . . . . . .