The City Of Vexil.
"As you can see even our more functional buildings are unique in their design" says the priest named Umoden who is showing Beldane the cleric around the grounds of the church of Famal.
As they walk around the edge of the courtyard between the cathedral of Famal and the administration building to the rear of it.
The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine glances towards the back of the cathedral, where he's just seen some of those that he's looking for, hurry into the cathedral in the company of a couple of the clergy, who the priest Umoden identified as the cleric commander, named Omarc. And the church deacon named Motis.
The young priest walking beside the powerful practitioner of magic who hails from the kingdom of Nastell, is just about to say something else to the fighting cleric.
When suddenly there's a loud wailing sound that originates from the top of the massive cathedral, take takes up most of the grounds of the church of Famal.
"Is that some type of alarm, or warning?" asks Beldane the cleric as the two of them, turn and look back at the cathedral.
"It is" says the priest in a concerned tone of voice, who then worriedly murmurs "I wonder what it is?".
Just as Beldane is wondering the same thing, clergymen, nuns, priests and clerics come running from the surrounding buildings, including the administration building, hurrying towards the cathedral of Famal.
There's shouting, yelling and calling out to one another, and the priest Umoden calls out to a couple of his fellow churchmen running by "What's going on?".
"Trouble" is the reply from one "Danger" from the other. And before either Umoden or for that matter, Beldane can ask something else, one of the passing clergymen calls back "Out in the square" followed by "An unclean".
"Unclean?" says Beldane the cleric whose eyes went wide for a moment when he heard that from the passing churchman.
"As in undead?" continues the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine who has suddenly got a bad feeling about things this cold winter's day in the city of Vexil.
Fuck, the practitioner of magic who hails from the kingdom of Nastell thinks to himself after Umoden the priest replies to him with "Yes undead" followed by "Though we prefer not sully ourselves with such a term".
"Hmmm" says the member of the church of Glaine, who continues with "I should go and see if I can help" he quickly adds "After all it's my calling to destroy evil when it arises".
"Yes of course" says the priest in the church of Famal who was showing the fighting priest around the church grounds.
Beldane hurries away, towards the cathedral of Famal. A little worried about Lord Farque and Dorc da Orc.
He's fairly certain the undead warlord can take care of anyone of the magic using clergy here in the church of Famal.
Though he suspects the lord of the death realm will have some problems with the cleric commander named Omarc.
As well as who Beldane suspects is the high priest of Famal, who he sensed within the cathedral when he went through it earlier.
Both magic users are extremely powerful, more so than Beldane himself. Who is holding part of his power within himself at the moment.
The fighting cleric from the north of the kingdom of Nastell is truly worried if other powerful practitioners of magic from the nearby churches and temples get involved if there's some altercation with the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque.
For though he knows the deathlord of Farque is almost invulnerable to pretty much everything, he is slightly vulnerable to the most powerful of those in the clergy, usually the head of a church if they're a practitioner of magic.
Even then he can't be destroyed. But he can be held, and with that, a good number of the most powerful of the clergy can send him back to the realm of the dead, and destroy his worldly body.
Outside, across the square from the side street that the grounds of the church of Famal is on. Lord Farque looks towards the top of the cathedral of Famal when he senses, then hears the alarm spell coming from the top of the cathedral in the distance.
"Wonder what's happening there?" murmurs Lord Farque, who then dryly murmurs "Beldane better not be in fucking trouble".
The undead warlord behind the faceplate of his full helm, slightly frowns as he senses numerous spells being cast by quite a number of practitioners of magic within the grounds of the church of Famal.
"Something stirred them up" murmurs the large heavily armoured deathlord, who then glances along the covered veranda, to where Dorc da Orc is looking closely at the depiction of his god, Krom. On the mosaic painted on the long wall under the veranda.
The lord and ruler of the Lands Farque had to yell at the large ork a short time ago. To stop him from dumping stuff out of his sacks, as Dorc wanted to build an altar to his god out of some of his possessions.
The undead being, who has the name of Draugodrottin that the people of his lands also know him by, then looks back across the large square, to the side street that the church of Famal is on.
Just as he does, he senses a spell that will terminate a lot closer, and a moment later, a cleric suddenly appears in the middle of the square, who turns around quickly to look towards the covered veranda, and the long wall that it shelters.
"Shit" mutters Lord Farque when he sees the cleric, a member of the church of Famal, look directly at him.
The lord of the death realm sourly smiles behind his faceplate as he senses the cleric, who surprised a number of people going about their day, crossing the square at his sudden appearance. Cast a spell directly aimed at the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque.
The large heavily armoured deathlord ignores the holding spell that was just cast upon him, and instead calls out "Dorc!". As the cleric who just attempted to magically hold him, runs this way.
The undead warlord who has the elven name of Des'tier, which means The Destroyer, senses other clerics and magic using priests about to magically appear in the square, once again yells out "Dorc!" followed in orkish with "Get the fuck over here cunt, now!".
For his part, the large ork who finally hears Lord Farque calling out to him as admires the portion of the wall that depicts his god Krom, grunts.
The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world grunts again, then turns to look to where the deathlord of Farque is.
"Huh?" murmurs Dorc da Orc, who blinks in surprise when he sees someone running straight at Lord Farque, a cleric by the looks of things, who is screaming something, with a raised mace in his gauntleted right hand.
"He dead" chuckles the ork warleader, who clearly smells the reek of magic in the air, then out of the corner of his eye, he spots people start to suddenly appear out of nowhere, out in the large square.
The large ork who is a general in the Armies of Farque, after one last look at the part of the mosaic depicted the god of his race, Krom.
Starts moving, and hurrying towards the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque, who just stands there as the running cleric leaps at him.
Draugodrottin grabs the cleric who has just leaped at him, by the throat, and snaps the man's neck with a slight twist of his right hand.
The undead warlord then throws the body of the dead cleric back in the direction it came from, out across the square.
Where after going about sixty feet through the air, about half a dozen feet off the ground, it slams into a magic using priest from the church of Famal, who has just suddenly appeared in the square, killing him too.
Others have appeared out in the square, and the lord of the death realm senses them all casting, and casting at him.
This will get annoying real fucking quick, Lord Farque dryly thinks to himself, who as he senses Dorc da Orc nearing him, senses for Beldane the cleric too.
The large heavily armoured deathlord, who ignores a half a dozen or so holding spells cast at him, and two holy blast spells.
Senses Beldane amongst some other clerics and magic using priests heading this way. The undead warlord nods his full helmed head in understanding.
Then he grabs Dorc who has just run up to him, and leaps up to the roof of the building to their left, as nearly a dozen clerics and magic using priests run this way across the large square.
Lord Farque sourly smiles as he looks down at the roof he's just leaped to. He lets go of a grinning Dorc da Orc as they stand on top of one of the churches that surrounds the large square.
The undead warlord is just glad that the actual church building is not holy ground, only what's inside of it. As catching on fire right now would be a little inconvenient for the deathlord of Farque.
"Kill anyone who appears on this roof" Draugodrottin says to the large ork, who chuckles as he'll gladly kill anyone at anytime.
"Not Beldane" dryly adds the large heavily armoured undead being, which illicits a grunt from the ork who is member of the wolf tribe of orks.
As the warleader of the ork race starts taking weapons from his harness, the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque looks down at the square below.
And sees a number of clerics and other spellcasters, mostly priests looking around to see where he and Dorc have got to.
The undead warlord then looks towards the church of Famal, where he still senses those he, Beldane and Dorc da Orc have been searching for.
Des'tier who also senses two, more than formidable spellcasters in there, along with Beldane, quietly says to himself in a language no one else understands apart from the massive sword strapped to his back "Now what are you lot fucking waiting for?".
The lord of the death realm, who now senses Beldane moving, making his way from the church grounds he's been in.
Steps back and out of view when he hears shouting from down in the square, priests and clerics calling out to those in the surrounding churches and temples.
There's a lot of "Unclean!" and "Evil one!" being shouted and yelled out by those who have suddenly turned up in the square below.
Draugodrottin scowls at hearing that, he finds it offensive to be described as unclean. Especially with Dorc da Orc, who really is unclean, standing nearby.
And though he will readily admit, technically he is evil. He does not in fact act evil. Well, not that often if he's honest with himself.
Just then, Lord Farque senses a hell of a lot of casting coming mostly from the grounds of the church of Famal.
A moment later and red magical bands appear around the large, heavily armoured deathlord of Farque, wrapping tightly around him, and holding him firm.
"Shit" sourly mutters the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque who is suddenly unable to move anywhere . . . . . .
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